#love her but the 70s gown.....

[tuesdaygray]

saw a 1970s gunne sax empire waist cream and gold prairie dress on my fb marketplace feed today and it's under $100 and actually within driving distance. i feel nauseous

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

🌵👽The Juno Collection - A Collaboration with Juno Birch and Surely-Sims👽🌵

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YES TODAY, the absolutely stunning collaboration between @surely-sims, the alien queen herself, Ms. Juno Birch, and I is finally here 👽!!!

Surely-Sims and I have both been longtime fans of Juno, so getting to do this collab has been an absolute dream, and we're so excited to finally get to share it with you all!

Let's get into it!!

Alien Glam Hair - There's nothing more camp and fabulous than a full head of rollers, other than perhaps a roller behive! Get ready in style with this gawjus hairstyle! Not hat compatible.

Swatches - 24 Polys - 26786 (so demure)

 Incognito Hair - Who is that absolutely stunning woman? It's just Juno doing her shopping and looking like a completely normal human woman with this modest behive in a scarf! Not hat compatible (other than the scarf overlay)

Swatches: 24 (hair) 35 (overlays) Polys: 2432 (actually demure)

More after the cut:

 Attack of the Stunning Gown - A glamorous take on Juno's glamorous take on Alien Girl's gown from Mars Attacks! Check off floor length fishtail sequin gown from your Ice-CreamForBreakfast bingo cards!

Swatches: 20 Polys: 9460

Katelyn Dress - A typical Juno silhouette with an a-line shape, bishop sleeve and a feather trim! This dress comes in a variety of swatches and is sure to turn heads!

Swatches: 50 Polys: 8182

 Kristen Outfit - Another Juno go-to is this blouse, skirt and waistcoat combo! Show your friends who's the true alien fashion queen (still Juno, sorry diva) in this 70s get up!

Swatches: 38 (outfit) 54 (blouse overlay) Polys: 5144

 Erin Outfit: Sister to the Kristen outfit, and probably one of Juno's most recognisable looks. Make a statement with this giant collar!

Swatches: 38 (outfit) 54 (blouse overlay) Polys: 5606

Untitled Sausage Dancer Costume - Juno reaches full power in a hotdog costume, so it only felt right to include one! True to the original, this features realistic bread textures and lettuce that isn't quite lettuce... Oh and who can forget the stunning flippy fringe? She's technically a hat!

Swatches: 6 (costume) 24 (fringe accessory) Polys: 4998

Attack of the Stunning Boots - Where would an alien queen be without a pair of patent platform boots? Probably in some other type of shoe, but perhaps not one quite so stunning! These quintessential boots will really complete any alien's look.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 3244

Vivienne Heels - Inspired by a particular pair of 1990 Vivienne Westwoods, these heels really make an impact...especially if you're landing from space!

Swatches: 35 Polys: 786

 Stunning Sunglasses: Aside from the blue skin, Juno is known for her very specific sunglasses with the incredibly realistic painted highlights that allow her to blend seamlessly with the Earth's population. Also available in regular tinted and clear lenses.

Swatches: 38 Polys: 1876

 Gawjus Gloves: Your regular kitchen gloves made better with some stunning nail polish! An important piece of the human disguise. Comes in fitted and loose versions.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1748 (loose only)

Cucumber Eye Mask & Facepack - Look after your gawjus blue skin with this hydrating facemask, paired with some ominously floating cucumber slices! Swatches: 12 (mask) 1 (cucumber) Polys: 192 (cucumber)

Juno's Sickening Makeup - She's a makeup queen now...well no, I'll probably never do makeup again, but it would be truly rude to deliver a Juno set without her stunning drag makeup! This includes brows, eyeshadow, blush, lips and highlights.

 Pop Earrings - Are they popped gum, are they shiny brains? Answers may vary, but these earrings are iconic and bring some 80s flair to an outfit!

Swatches: 35 Polys: 7788

 Cyberslut Ear Stretchers - Lovely, and very shiny hoop ear stretchers when you want to make a statement, but a regular hoop just isn't doing it.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1461

 Circe Earrings V1 - Simple button earrings in a truly 60s/70s style!

Swatches: 45 Polys: 260

Circe Earrings V2 - The same Circe earrings, but bigger!

Swatches: 45 Polys: 260

 Noodlesoother Earrings - Oversized, abstract 60s/70s earrings for that truly mod look!

Swatches: 41 Polys: 4584

Stunning Cat Glasses - A pair of sunglasses for Juno's sweet baby Cyril! Now they can blend in with the humans together! The space cats are gatekeeping these glasses from the space dogs. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1476

Gawjus Wall Paint - 35 Plain paint swatches with white crown and skirting in the expanded Juno palette! Gawjus Wallpaper - A collection of camp, kitschy, mid-century and mod patterns to brighten up your spaceship or home. Country Carpets: Yes, the 'r' is silent. Lovely carpets in the same swatches available for the wall coverings!

 Juno's Stunning Artwork: Juno's art explores the world as an alien, often pulling inspiration from the trans experience. Add one of these statement pieces to your home for a truly unique talking piece your neighbours will covet but never own (apart from Sylvia-Marie Mashuga. She would totally own at least one). Also comes in a SFW version for the streamers among us...and also anyone who likes a PG experience.

Swatches: 10 Polys: 3036

Joy Despret Begone Sign - The most wretched and cursed vermin in the Junoverse, the Joy Desprets! When they see that you have all this stunning content, they'll come visiting. Head them off with this sign.

Swatches: 4 Polys: 246

Mind Boggling Mirror - Want to feel like Juno is always watching you? Perhaps even judging that outfit? Of course you do. Bring that feeling home with this mirror fashioned after her iconic glasses.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1437

Judith Louise Doll - What Juno set would be complete without the Christina to her Joan, Ms. Judith Louise! Judith comes in a somewhat clean swatch, as well as a trashed swatch. That's not all, she also comes in a flying version as an oscillating fan!

Swatches: 2 Polys: 14910

 Juno in the Moon Neon Light - What is your house/ship missing? This. Why wouldn't you want a neon light version of Juno's face in your living room?

Swatches: 1 (adjust with the light options) Polys: 8566

And that brings us to the end of my part of the collab! If you're not following Juno, check out her socials here! Go check out @surely-sims' part of the collab here (preview below)!

[cupcakeonline]

HOW TO: Dress like a real life Blythe doll 🐭

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with their long lashes and frilly fits — who wouldn’t want to look like a blythe doll? with this short guide, featuring a moodboard and example outfits crafted by yours truly, you too can become a real life blythe doll!

first off — what are blythe dolls, and where did they come from?

popularised by japanese company Takara in 2001 (after a short release in the 70s for one year only in the united states), Blythe is a fashion doll — in her full form having a head the size of a grapefruit, large eyes that can change colour with the pull of a string, standing at 11 inches tall.

still being produced to this day, Blythe generated a community of hobbyists who share their posed dolls online, wearing different outfits often crafted at home. online stores selling Blythe doll outfits and accessories have sprung up over the years — and in recent years have become a staple motif of ‘girly-girl’ / Pinterest-loving individuals. in the year 2025, personalised Blythe dolls (ones that look like their owner or owners significant other) are popular and sought after, as are Blythe profile pictures on social media platforms, using the fashion dolls to represent themselves and their own appearance.

in 2025, a tiktok trend sprung up showcasing those creating online images of Blythe dolls based on pictures of online posters, in order to fathom a concept of a personalised Blythe doll without the actual work… however, as you might imagine, these images were created with ai. they looked off-putting, and rather sloppy, and if it isn’t clear — cupcakeonline does not support the use of generative ai! yuck!

okay, so what does it mean to look like a real life Blythe doll?

there are lots of different ways to achieve a Blythe doll appearance. to make this simple, based off my moodboard — i’ll separate it into some key terms. pea coats, polkadots, tights, dresses, hair and makeup.

peacoats?

yes, peacoats are the perfect topper for a Blythe doll inspired look on a colder day, or perhaps through winter. something about the big buttons, flared silhouette and dainty collar just give off the most doll-like shape, especially as this type of coat is seen on many of the dolls, whether they’re custom made or store bought. the cutest way to style a peacoat would be with a pair of shorts, tights, maryjanes and a girly blouse beneath. feel free to accessorise as you see fit!

polka dots?

whether you choose to care about what’s ‘trending’ or not — polkadots have a timeless, effortless, quirky cuteness to them that make for the perfect Blythe doll staple. there’s something very ‘twee’ about the way the fashion dolls are tend to be dressed, and it seems polkadots are a great way to honour that in a way that’s wearable and not out dated.

tights/stockings?

so, we don’t all have ball-joints for knees or have perfectly smooth legs — luckily, to achieve the Blythe-like appearance, you don’t need to. whilst the fashion dolls are often seen to be styled in tights, sporting a wintery/fall-like closet — monochrome tights can be used to create a faux doll like appearance. white or black tights help smooth things out, but polkadot or coloured tights can add to the twee-inspired look that is so popular among the dolls. paired with mary-janes, this combination is super adorable — but with boots, leg-warmers and a skirt you might just be mistaken for Blythe herself!

dresses?

more times than not, blythes are styled in dresses of different varieties to showcase their cutesy fashion taste. as seen in the example image, a simple anglaise broderie dress welcomes a spring / summer style look, paired with a simple cardigan to look super adorable! vintage night-gown style dresses are also popular, as well as a more 60s style shape. frills, tiers and ribbons are always welcome to make you look fresh out the box!

hair and makeup?

so, the best thing about blythe dolls (specifically custom made dolls!) is that they are so diverse. there’s a doll for everyone, no matter the skin colour or hair type. as there are so many routes to go down, i have provided a moodboard of hair and makeup looks that i think are perfectly suited for a doll. aspects to note: bangs are seen on many dolls whether they’re straight down, clipped to the side, or a side bang, as are fluffy curls. matte, doll-like skin paired with a monochromatic eye look and a flushed lip. heavy doll-like lashes are a must! glasses are the cutest accessory to buy for your doll — so don’t forget to wear yours if you need them!

that being said, here are some outfits i crafted myself — more specifically, how i’d style someone who wants to dress like a real life Blythe doll!

thank you for reading my short guide! this was my first of many, and i look forward to creating more. if you liked this — please like & reblog as i am just getting started, and feel free to hit my inbox with requests for what you’d like to see next!

xoxo, cupcakeonline

[thewalrusespublicist]

Mike Tree's Adventures in Nutopia #2 : A HR Car-Crash in Slow Motion, aka Dealings with Yoko

This is the second of a three part series of a write up of the Mike Tree SATB interview. Part one is linked here. This second one is about Mike and Yoko's relationship and his observations of Yoko during his employment. I was going to do John next but getting the quotes have been more fiddly and honestly that dynamic is way less bizarre than what was going on here:

This is hands down the weirdest relationship discussed in the interview. It's pretty clear that Mike neither liked nor trusted Yoko. He considers her a 'chess master':

Yoko kind of treated people and treated life like a grand master chess player. She didn't play chess, but she was always plotting, if I do this, maybe I lose a pawn or a piece here, and then I can gain something elsewhere or trap someone else elsewhere. I wasn't really aware of this when I was working there.

SATB: 277: "Mike Tree" in Nutopia with Michael Meideros, 2024

He believes things like her relationship with Sam Green as part of a psychological game she was playing. The caveat to all this is that he somehow figured this out later, meaning he could very well be projecting what other people have told him onto his own memories and thereby rightly or wrongly colouring them in a different light.

Part of the reason for his mistrust is that he fully believes Yoko was coming on to him and trying to turn him into her version of May Pang:

Mike Tree: When in the mornings when I would meet Yoko, she was clearly used a vernacular hitting on me. I thought there was some sort of teasing going on, sexual teasing, which made me very uncomfortable. Rodriguez: Mm-hmm, like a flirtation? Yes, a flirtation. In the mornings at seven a.m. she would usually be wearing a very thin white gown, nightgown, hair loose about her shoulders and barefoot. Uh-huh. And this was very seductive. Yeah. I couldn't quite compute what was going on because I was just the tree man, as John called me.

Mike Tree: “In fact, one time I was in the bedroom looking after her Ming tree, or the Ming tree, and she came sweeping into the bedroom and bounced onto the bed with a giggle. Which made me very uncomfortable. I said nothing and left the room, just very shy.

SATB: 277: "Mike Tree" in Nutopia with Michael Meideros, 2024

It's really hard to tell what the hell is going on. Is it poor boundaries, is she just having a slight tease or is she actually hitting on him? Is it potentially also Mike being attracted her and projecting it back on to Yoko?

None of this is helped by John telling Mike that Yoko was in love with him and that he should talk to her more.

Mike Tree: Anyway, after she left the room, he says to me, you know, Yoko is in love with you. I was dumbfounded. Yoko is in love with you. He said, yeah, she always talks about you, Michael this, Michael that. Why don't you talk with her more? And I told him, John, I talked to her, but she always says, you know, I can't be on all the time. I'm busy or something like that.

SATB: 277: "Mike Tree" in Nutopia with Michael Meideros, 2024

Honestly I don't know why John is so chill about it considering his past paranoia. Thinking about how he is talking with May again, have they both agreed to have people on the side? Or maybe he's just joking and more means that Yoko likes him and that they should talk more (I lean the latter from his POV).

TBF mike is not the most loyal employee with the May Pang situation and Yoko seems to distance herself when he turns down the assistant role so it seems the situation was a bit more complex than the calculating seductress and the hapless tree man.

Outside of their weird little thing, there are more details about Yoko in the 70s that back up other reports. Yoko is back on heroin in the late 70s

“I'm not sure what exactly. But around that period, she started using heroin, snorting it. I can't say I saw her do it, but I certainly saw the effects. Her interior decorator, Sam Green, his assistant would bring Yoko in the mornings heroin, which she would then snort. I saw her in the apartment where she was very talkative and very friendly and smiling and it's like how unusual and realized that she was high. Occasionally, she would bump into the kitchen table or she would chain smoke cigarettes, but she would drop one cigarette on the floor and then start smoking another.

SATB: 277: "Mike Tree" in Nutopia with Michael Meideros, 2024

Bizarrely it's Sam Green who also brings someone to help get her off heroin when he realises shes addicted. What a thoughtful guy.

It's not a insider story of the Dakota era if we don't have another incident of Paul getting blocked from the place:

Mike Tree: It was maybe like five o'clock in the evening and I was going to go home, but I was finding every excuse to stay there. The concierge called up. Again, I don't know the exact conversation because I didn't hear it. I just heard Yoko saying, no, he can't come up now. I thought that was pretty cold. Rodriguez: This was Paul waiting to be admitted up to the Lennon apartment and Yoko shutting him down? Mike Tree: Correct.

SATB: 277: "Mike Tree" in Nutopia with Michael Meideros, 2024

The more you read the more it becomes clear that the frequency in which Paul saw John was not at all Paul's choice and that makes me incredibly sad.

Mike's reporting of Yoko's treatment of Julian post John's death attempts to be empathetic but is nevertheless critical. Yoko sends him away for the memorial and only meets with him in the presence of an attorney. In Mikes words 'not very nice, but Yoko was grieving as well.' In all honesty I am less sympathetic than Mike if this indeed did happen but Julian and Cynthia never discussed this so I'm not 1000 percent as to whether this is accurate.

Mike confirms Sam Havadtoy rapid move into the Dakota and Yoko going to eat at a restaurant close to the night John died. Both of these however are told far more sympathetically than in Seaman's account as the restaurant thing seems like a distraction from the horror of everything and Havadtoy seemed to be there as a crutch to help Yoko cope by taking charge of things. Far from the unfeeling ice queen from Seaman, everyone in Mike's account are taking it in turns to monitor Yoko on suicide watch.

The big incident at the end with Yoko asking for a lighter and making Mike chase around the room before directing him to a drawer with a gun in it I'll post on it's own as it's ... jesus. You can kind of see both Yoko being in a terrible, paranoid, grieving space when she does it but also why a grieving Mike would be so angry and never trust her again

So overall some confirmations of past stories, some different perspectives on known events and some batshit psychosexual drama! That's the Ballad of Mike and Yoko, next I'll move on to the less interesting albeit still revealing dynamic of Mike and John!

[thepickyarchive]

Headcanon that all the Twilight vampires have a favorite fashion era they never quite got over. Like,

Alice LOVES to pull her personal wardrobe inspo from the 60's-70's with the bright blue eyeshadow, mini-skirts, and psychedelic patterns--also the 90's grunge scene was her bread and butter

Rosalie loves the athletic-wear and mom jeans from the 80's and still wears legwarmers (and even gets her hair permed sometimes)

Emmett also loves the 80's because of the Rocky movies so his fashion inspo is just working out shirtless with a sweatband, Rocky-style

Esme is an underrated fashion icon with her artistic streak, but more understated and timeless than Alice's trendy haute couture outfits she puts together. Think Princess Diana--elegant, classy, tailored.

Jasper is still a cowboy in terms of fashion choices--boots and jeans 4 lyfe. He's been wearing his current Carhartt jacket for at least a decade by now.

Bella will always be a 2000's y2k fashion queen, but dabbles in early 1900's evening gowns from time to time for date nights with Edward since he didn't get a chance to court her when he was alive and she wants him to see her looking like she's from his era

Edward is held captive by Alice and her fashion choices, otherwise he'd never wear anything other than a three-piece suit with suspenders

[janicekao]

I Object (bwwm)

Pairing:Young Eric Roberts x Young Brenda Sykes Summary: When a troubled young Eric Roberts hears a nasty rumor about his girlfriend Brenda Sykes, his only way to question her about it is by sneaking into her bedroom window of her family's home... a family who hates him at that. Warnings:70's, bad boy, cr3am p1e, r0ugh s3x, d0m&femsub, fanfic, smut, fluff, br33ding k1nk, romance, etc.

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"You gonna let me in or should I break in this son of a bitch?" Up the white lattice against his girlfriend's two-story home, twenty-six year old Eric Roberts becomes impatient as he taps on the window of her upstairs bedroom.

He had stood by a tree in her family's yard for over an hour now. Cigarette after cigarette he wondered if climbing through her window was a good idea or not.

And although he knows her family hates him... this not being a great idea, isn't something surprising. But, it isn't exactly like he could just walk right through the front door of their home without all hell breaking loose.

"A boyfriend from hell" the Sykes family calls him. A misfit child from foster care who never could get his act together regardless of the help the community has tried to give him. But Brenda never seen him that way... In her eyes, Eric was her missing piece. Maybe a rebel to the world, but her heartbeat in a human form.

After a bit of consideration... Eric decides that reaching Brenda through her bedroom window seems to be his only option, and so he does.

"What is wrong with you?!" Brenda's tone is hushed yet fierce as she tries to not draw attention to her family as she lets Eric climb inside. "Are you trying to get killed!? My father would shoot you down from this very window if he saw you. Get in!"

Throwing his long stick like legs into the bedroom, Eric manages to fall to Brenda's shag carpeting. Watching the clumsy mess come through her drapes is almost comical, especially being that Eric is clearly tensed and pissed about something unknown— clearly wanting to be taken seriously.

Brenda backs away continuing with a slight giggle, she backs towards her bedroom door and locks it so her many little siblings can't disturb the two or better yet, let anyone know who has come to visit or surely they will tattle.

"You find that funny, huh?" Standing to his feet finally, Eric dusts his shirt and pants off gently. "Letting me bust my ass through your window and what not..."

Brenda chuckles. "You did that yourself!"

...

Her doll eyes capture him.

Always have been so very enamored by her beauty, Eric can't help but to stare. His striking blue eyes latch onto her, his heart warming from the sweet innocence that oozes from her pretty smile and laugh. Skin so rich and brown eyes so very large and soul stirring, he's loved this woman since they were only children.

"Why do you stare?" Confusion cocks her head sideways, tilting her large afro of floppy curls onto her shoulder.

He sighs. "Because I love you. The only way I wouldn't be staring, is if I were dead."

Brenda rolls her eyes with a sweet giggle.

"Speaking of staring..." She continues, trying her best to ignore the now swarming butterflies that plague her stomach. "You did that same thing when you stalked me at the mall today. Didn't you?"

Busted.

Stalking is exactly what he did as he followed her every step today for many hours... but for good reason. "So you seen me?"

She nods.

A few days ago he received news that made his soul shatter. And ever since then, Eric has made it his duty to watch and follow Brenda's every move until he was able to get her alone like in this very moment.

"I heard a rumor that you were getting married..." He steps closer to the love of his life. "I refused to believe it until I watched you myself take a white gown out of the bridal boutique."

"I saw you." She shrugs. "I was with my mother and couldn't approach you, but I want you to know that you're not as sneaky as you think you are. I caught a scent of your cologne and it turned me right into your direction..."

His sweetheart.Known each other for so damn long that they even have their own powers; feeling each other's presence regardless of where they are.

Brenda continues softly. "But... Although you weren't really there with me,  it was still nice having my very best friend around as I picked out my wedding gown."

"And you looked so beautiful." Eric insists, throat beginning to swell with angry tears. "Just wish it would be me you were meeting at the end of that aisle."

"Brandon Jones?" He complains with a deep sigh. "The guy is like twice our age! Brenda, what are you thinking?"

...

She sighs. Arguing was not on her agenda today one bit.

Stepping towards her window again, she looks out into the distance and gulps. "I'm thinking that I really need to move the lattice away from my window."

Annoyed that his girlfriend continues to make light of the situation, Eric snatches her arm and pulls her into his fiery gaze. "Damn it Brenda, I'm not fucking around. You and I promised each other we'd be together forever! Twelve years! We've been thick as thieves since we were fourteen years old and you'd just let that go to waste? What does this guy have that I don't? Tell me... does your soon to be husband even know about me? Does he know who his bride loves and still continues to fuck to this day?"

"I don't care if the guy is forty years old or if he were eighty. At least I don't have to worry about him getting himself locked up or almost killed for shiesty shit, Eric!" She snatches her arm from his grip. "Listen, Brandon is a good man... he works at the Plant with my dad and asked for my hand in marriage after spending some time with me at the job's BBQ. My family really loves him and they know that with him, I'll be taken care of! No more new apartments every other month with you or running from the police and your strange enemies! ....He's a man with a real job, his own home, and wanting a wife. Not a Bonnie to his Clyde, a wife. Listen Eric, I can't do it with you anymore, I'm not getting any younger. I mean hell! Look at your face! How did you get that cut this time? Bar fight? O-Or a robbery gone wrong?"

"Neither!" He shouts. "You talk about how much your family loves this guy, but do you? Let me answer that, you fucking don't."

Softening his tone, Eric becomes meek and gentle in Brenda's presence. He shortens himself to fit his face seamlessly in the crook of her neck, wrapping his long arms around her waist as his wet and plumped lips kiss gently at the warmth of her skin. "I can— I can do better baby I promise." The soft begging nearly makes her purr. Brenda bites her lip as she lets her usually strong and defiant boyfriend sheepishly plead for her love. "What do you think, maybe I could join the Army? I hear the benefits are incredible and-and I'd have that full time job that we need."

Caressing his sandy-blonde silk of hair at the nape of his neck, she sighs and refuses. "I think that could be great for you, although the thought of you going to Vietnam is scary... But you need something steady like that Eric. As for me, it's too late. My parents aren't made of money y'know, all the wedding planning has finished and it was expensive."

He pushes her away, immediately pacing the bedroom floor and hardly able to look at her in the face. "I can't even wrap my head around the thought of you with another man. How could you fucking do this?How could you do this to me baby, I'm heartbroken, fucking livid!"

"I'm sorry." She avoids his stern eyes, fiddling with the ends of a fluffy pillow as she takes a seat on her bed. "It's happening Eric, this marriage— it's just above the both of us now."

But it isn't. Nothing is above true love, right?

"When is it?" His breathing trembles, listening closely to make sure she tells the truth.

"Mmtcht.." She clicks her lips.

"So help me God— when is it?" Eric instantly kneels to her bed, snatching her chin to share the direction of his gaze.

"Tomorrow." She wipes a fallen tear, upset with herself and upset that Eric is now forcing her to actually think about what she is going to commit. "—At some cheap rentable chapel or something! I'm just going to get this over with! No crowd, just my family, Brandon, and the preacher."

"Tomorrow you'll be another man's...." He sighs. "And tomorrow night you will lay down in the bed of a stranger when I'm the only person who has ever breeched your temple. God, I'm sick thinking about this old asshole fucking you!"

"So don't!" She argues. "Be happy for me, think about me having my name on a house and a pension instead!"

Eric hates to make her sound cheap, but the words spill from his tightened ticked jaws anyway. "Who knew you were so easily bought?"

He catches her expected wound up slap, knowing that he had it coming. But can she blame him for being pissed? Eric takes her wrists to his lips as tears soak his long natural lashes. He continues to kiss up her arm and to the palms of her hands, smothering her in his affection.

His love is the best feeling she's ever felt. But Brenda knows that she can't have it anymore. As she pulls from him, he won't allow it.

She sighs. "Listen, I was going through with this and had no plan of telling you because of this very exact painful moment. But now in a way, I'm glad you're here... I'm glad we get a goodbye.." She strokes his hair backwards and he allows the pet for the simple dire need of her sweet touch. "How can I make this hurt less? What can I do?"

Nothing at all.

...

He begins to ponder. "Turn your records on."

"My records?" Brenda frowns and he nods. "Yeah and play them softly. Play our song."

Her heart squeezes with the thought of hearing their favorite song. "God Eric, not our song."

"Yeah, and I'm not done. I want to spend the night, a last night with you." Feeling that she will say no— Eric still insists.

....

But wanting the goodbye just as much as he does, she decides it's best to agree.

Eric begins to make himself at home... Although really, this is just their nightly routine and has been for years. Half his clothes are in her dresser drawers, and as he makes himself comfortable, Eric pushes the dresser in front of the door for maximum privacy.

As Brenda flips through her many albums, she finds their favorite record... Carefully, she puts the record on the needle with fear of scratching it— fear of damaging one of the fondest memories she has of him to hold on to.

The fading evening sun highlights her bedroom a deep orange, and Brenda approaches Eric with a gold chain that he won for her at Coney Island when they were only sixteen. He won it during a card game, little did the scammer know that the street kid was just as slick and savvy, making the man lose at his own game. That night they scored real gold! And that very same night Brenda promised that she'd never take it off. She never has, until tonight as she places it back on Eric's neck. "What are you doing? No Brenda, don't do this—"

"Shhh." She hushes. "You know that I can't keep it."

He allows her to clasp it around his neck, but it makes the breakup feel that much more serious.

With a chest burning with tears, their song begins to play. Being her silly self, Brenda begins to dance. "Don't make this somber!" She giggles. "You wanted this song to play, the least you could do is dance with me!"

He chuckles. "You're right. But not like this."

"No?" She asks.

"Like this." Softly taking her hand, Eric pulls his lover to the middle of the room. Always & Forever by Heatwave begins to play, and a feeling of heartache and gloom reaches the both of them. Eric tightens her into an embrace and Brenda lightly lays on his chiseled chest as his strong arms hold her close.

They rock with the gentle music, slow dancing in her childhood bedroom for a last time as the lyrics and memories of their shared romance creates knots in their throats.

"Everyday, love me your own special way Melt all my heart away with a smile Take time to tell me, you really care And we'll share tomorrow, together I'll always love you forever, forever"

As they dance with the song coming to a soon ending, Eric cups her face, letting his fingertips ease through her fro as he directs Brenda's attention up towards him. "I love you."

"I love you too." She answers quickly, without a clue of what he means.

"No." Eric refuses her response, explaining to her this time in much more detail of what exactly he means. "I love you when you're wrong, I love you when you're right. There's not a woman who can ever take your place and I mean that with my soul. I'm yours to the very day I die, and even after that. Heaven sent is an understatement, we are tied at the soul regardless of any obstacle.Brenda, when I tell you that I love you, I mean that there isn't anything that I love more."

A piece of her dies listening to his reassurance. She wants to cancel the wedding and begins to cry knowing that she's only going through with this because it's more of a financial gain for her family, and that it's completely above her.

Eric's lips meet hers and for a moment there, it feels as if they've begun to float... soon regaining their footing and focus as Mrs. Sykes knocks on Brenda's door. "Brenda, dinner is ready! Why don't you come down to eat honey?"

...

Eyes latched onto her beau, she isn't able to think straight, the most handsome man she's ever seen, and he is all hers.

What Brenda is hungry for, sure isn't her mother's pot roast. "I-I think I'm going to skip dinner tonight Ma."

Her mother chuckles from behind the door. "Ahw sweetie, wedding jitters?"

Eric now heated with fire in his loins and overly infatuated with his lover, begins to loll his finger down her chest and the crease of Brenda's breasts.

"Yes!" She gulps, answering her mother quickly and awaiting a man who isn't her fiancé to absolutely snatch her soul. "—something like that."

"Brenda?" Eric's voice lowers into something delicious and tempting as Brenda's mother is heard going back down stairs.

"Yes?" Her eyes flutter in near hypnosis.

"Lay in the bed."The demand glides off his tongue like butter.

As the two lay in the queen-sized mattress, Eric takes Brenda's breath with his weight on her. Their tongues find each other and their kiss is filled with whiny moans and trembling desperation.

A last time, one last time.

Eric hooks his finger around her panties and slowly takes them down her mile long tawny legs. He spreads her thighs and nearly keels over at the sight of her delicious womanhood. He teases her with gentle kisses across her belly and hips, soon kissing her flower as it drenches his lips with her need.

He hikes her thighs up over his shoulders as his tongue flicks through the lips of her cunt. Brenda shutters, hips bucking towards his mouth and back arched for easing taking. Eric enjoys this reaction, stilling her with the stern gaze of his blue eyes watching up at her. He makes her dizzy with his kiss below. She covers her own moans with a pillow, however, Eric's lewd tonguing seems to be just as loud. He inserts a finger and groans as Brenda's walls tighten across his digit. She removes the pillow from her face to watch the cruel punishment of Eric curling his finger and knocking at her core.

"Oh come onnnn." His grin is devious, "you can handle another one, can't you?"

As Brenda nods, his second digit already seeps inside her. "Atta girl."

His two most middle fingers pump into her pussy rapidly, drenching his entire hand and wrist with her juices.

Needing a second to breathe and contain her swelling orgasm, Brenda reaches for his wrist, sliding desperately at his skin. Eric uses his freehand to push her back into her cloud of pillows, snatching her blouse from over her head as he grasps at her mounds and perked nipples. Wanting to cum on something more exquisite, Brenda reaches for his briefs where a lengthy erection from his boxers steals the show. She cups her hand around his shaft and Eric becomes sensitive to the touch, so turned on in the moment he could cum just from her touch alone. A whiny "fuck me, baby" is enough for him to lose himself. Whatever baby wants, she gets. He palms his cock, directing the flesh toned tip at her entrance and watches Brenda take his every veined inch. His eyebrows furrow, creating desperate wrinkles in the middle as his eyes flutter shut. His strokes begin and they are unmatched, knocking the headboard against her wall to the point of dropping picture frames, needing to silence the fuck with pillows behind the bed frame.

Brenda takes him like her cunt was molded perfectly around his staff. He watches her lip bites and moans, enjoying every second of making his pillow princess come out of her character. Eric's thrusts quicken with a firm grip to her throat. As Brenda gasps for air, her mouth is met with his, slowly slutting her out and invading her throat with his lewd tongue kiss. "So fucking good baby." His groans heat her face. "Tell me you love this dick. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"guhh-yess!" She gulps, shouting an exclaim as her pussy goes numb to the beating. "I love it, Eric please—cum in me." Brainless and fucked dumb, she asks for a gift to carry into her future.

She clearly isn't ready for a marriage. How could she be ready as she asks another man for his seed?

His kiss reaches from her face, to her cheeks blushing red-hot, and to her ears where he whispers his sweet nothings. "I love you so much, fuck you feel like Heaven." A baritoned plead escapes his gritted teeth as his member begins to twitch and leak his precum.

Brenda climaxes with a grin and half-lidded eyes. Satisfied as her flesh hugs Eric just right as he becomes drained of cum. He pants with a final praise, he drives his cock against her cervix, sputtering his seed and releasing as far up into her as possible. Eric wraps his arms around her, continuing to cockwarm Brenda until the strength of their sex dies down into pure bliss.

A smile and few light chuckles are shared after their earth-shattering sex, yet suddenly a look of fear crosses Brenda's sweet doll like expression.

"Tomorrow—" She begins with fright, realizing that she needs to cancel the marriage. "I-I can't—"

"Shhhh." Eric hushes her worry with a smothering embrace, tucking her head and mane of curls under his chin.

Brandon Jones is trying to take a lot of things, even has consumed Brenda's every thought... But this moment? No, he can't have this.

"Just rest." Eric coos, "it'll be all over in the morning my love."

Resting her eyes, Brenda does just that. Now night and in the arms of the one she truly loves, it only takes her minutes to fall asleep.

"Eric?" She fights her sleep once more.

"Hmm?" He softly questions.

Brenda finally repeats the phrase in a way that makes his soul content. "I love you so much more."

This admission of true love makes him smile, but it's nothing he didn't already know. With a kiss to her forehead, Eric lays watching Brenda sleep on his chest for a few more hours into the night.

As midnight approaches, he eases out of her bed before they can get caught and redresses in his winter gear to endure the NYC weather once again.

With a last look, he watches Brenda sleep peacefully wrapped in sheets still covered in the essence of their sex, and with the moonlight highlighting her skin through the window and possibly having conceived his child tonight— Eric has never seen her so beautiful.

"I love you so much more."

He reminisces on her sweet words again knowing that come morning, she'd be saying the very opposite if she ever finds out what he's really been up to...

Eric escapes back down the lattice against the Sykes family's home, and quickly jogs down the street to get clear from the barking of the neighborhood dogs that attempt to wake the whole town. The cold air of the night stings the gash on his face and makes Eric wince in pain, he hopes he doesn't need any stitches or he'd be shit out of luck...

Not an injury from a bar fight, or a mugging gone wrong like Brenda thinks... but a gash from the engagement ring of her groom as he fought for his life yesterday when Eric beat him to death and tossed him in the freezing cold Hudson River... Sure Brenda has a wedding tomorrow, but little does she know, she has no groom. Love can make you do the most terrible things.

Being of not a sane mentality, Eric panicked when he received word of the rumor. However, he panicked even more once he came back to his senses from blacking out after tracking the groom down and murdering him.

The world hadn't a clue that something in Eric snapped yesterday...

He cleaned the hot rush of blood off of his face in panic, using the same roll of paper towels in his car to rid himself of any evidence of what he had just committed.

But in the end, although now stirred by his crimes, he couldn't be happier. Pounds of relief off of his shoulders now that he knows he's bought time to make things right between the love of his life, his soon to be child, and himself.

But there won't be a pretty bride and church bells tomorrow for Brandon. As for him, the only thing that will be keeping him company tomorrow, are the cement blocks Eric tied to his ankles to hold him down.

Brenda will be stood up... Her and her family will look like fools in the morning, but who's a better shoulder to cry on than Eric's? His girlfriend will be broken hearted with a few tears, but at least she won't be married to any other man but him, not on his watch at least.

[livefromcastledracula]

Book Carmilla vs Adaptations (SPOILERS)

Here are a few 'interesting' adaptations. I like some of them for their own merits, but mostly dislike them as Carmilla adaptations for the below reasons, with some notable exceptions: Vampyr: The Dream of Allan Gray (1932 film): The first Carmilla inspired movie, although it keeps almost NOTHING from the novella except 'female vampire'. In this case, a creepy old lady rather than a charming young lesbian. This is a really moody, slow, acid trip of a film though, a treat for fans of vintage vampire film. (3/10) Hammer Karnstein Trilogy: The Vampire Lovers is the gayest and most book-accurate. Carmilla still kisses/seduces men before killing them, boo. The second one her identically-named reincarnation is blonde and has sex with / falls in love with a man booooooo. She's not in the third one at all. It's all very 70's and nowhere near queer enough, but at least we got the incomparable Ingrid Pitt in the first movie. 5/10. Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust: 'Carmilla' shows up as a surprise third act villain. She's an elegant and imposing vampire queen with a castle called "Cjethe" and the Vampire King offed her previously for being A Bit Too Extra. She's... Bathory. She's Elizabeth Bathory, right down to the name of her historical castle, the elaborate gowns and the blood-bathing. Bathory in Castlevania Nocturne even looks a lot like this one. Cool scary vampire lady, but Carmilla In Name Only. 4/10 Castlevania (Games): She's fine here, but mostly just kind of a big Dracula groupie like most of the other non-Dracula vampires. Often depicting as a flying skull or mask crying bloody tears, with optional succubus-like figure reclining on top of it. Cool. Rondo of Blood has her appear together with a ninja vampire Laura with bunny ears because why the hell not. 6/10 Castlevania (Netflix show): Baddass, angry Karen. She's amazing in the first season when she's scheming against Dracula, but after that she just sort of sits on her butt sipping wine and griping about men for a whole season until Isaac storms her castle. A cool character but not a great Carmilla, because Carmilla for me is defined by how much she loves women, not how much she hates men. Still amazing voice work by Jaime Murray though and her last stand was insanely baddass. 7/10

Carmilla Web Series / Movie: My favorite adaptation. It's obviously playing waaaay fast and loose with the canon and reframing her as a charming antihero in a zany urban fantasy, but there's deep current of love for the source material, especially in the movie. Natasha Negovanlis has charisma off the charts and the Hollstein romance is adorable. This Carmilla might be a black-leather-wearing snarky millenial goth with a Canadian accent, but as the show goes on it peels back layer after layer of the romantic, poetic, wistful, world-weary immortal hinted at by the novella. This show redeems LeFanu's lovelorn villain in all the best ways. 10/10. 2019 movie / Styria movie: I still haven't seen these, have heard good things about the gothic cinematography on the most recent one but not good things about the rest of it. The trailer looked moody and pretty though, I may watch it at some point.

[all-pacas]

READ THIS FANFIC

Fact, by @september-again

A year after House’s funeral, Cameron is doing 90 in a 70 zone, flooring the pedal over the freeway, when a semi swerves, barricading the road, and the steel rung crashes through her windshield. Blood loss, and a contusion on impact. She loses three pints and two years, and when she wakes up in sterile sheets and a hospital gown, she finds she no longer remembers the divorce, or the reason her ring finger is now bare. The funny thing about fact is this, it is true whether you believe it to be or not. But House is gone, so there is no one to contradict her when she thinks, sometimes, our perception matters just as much as the truth. The human body contains 1.5 gallons of blood. Fact. An adult brain weighs 3 pounds. Fact. Her marriage ended 3 years ago… Fact?

LISTEN. LISTEN. Do I love incredibly silly amnesia stories? Yes. Is this story chemically designed in a lab to appeal to me, to the point I'm a little worried about mind readers getting to me? also yes. Is it so well written and so fun already, and am I eagerly hitting refresh for the next chapter even tho it's been like three hours??? you guysssssss

[fkmarrycill]

One Shot: Pre-Gaming

(Pic added after the original post because it totally fits the vibe of the story. 😌)

1191 words, 🔞 for that smut

Notes:

Can you tell I'm really, really concerned about how our man will survive awards season? ☺️ I'm not sure if he'll attend any of the shows (really hope he does), or if he has any rituals for situations like this, but this is where my imagination took me. 😈

This is pure fiction, and in this scenario, Cillian is in a relationship, but not married and no kids. I read Cillian as an intelligent, decent, sometimes awkward guy who is also capable of being spicy when needed or desired. 😌

It's M/F dynamic, and I often keep the lady leads generic in description so more people can imagine along. 😉

Thanks for reading! ❤️

Cillian had gone silent. His arms were crossed, and he was staring out the window. Maybe he saw the city cruise by, or maybe he was too lost in thought to notice; she couldn't tell. All she knew was that he was relaxed at the hotel, but as soon as the limo door shut, his mood had changed.

She'd had her hand on his thigh for the whole ride so far. That subtle reminder of her support wasn't enough for him, she realized, but she knew what would be.

“Cill?” She addressed him gently.

“Mmm?” He responded absentmindedly.

Definitely lost in thought. “You need to relax. I'm going to make you feel better before we get there. Would you like head, or a quickie? Neither is not an answer.”

“That obvious that I'm fucking nervous, eh?” He chuckled in spite of himself. “Of course, I would’ve rather stayed home, but…” He trailed off and watched her kneel before him and begin to unzip and lower his tuxedo pants.

“What?” She said in response to his quizzical expression. “I thought maybe this would help you decide.” She looked up at him and winked. At this moment, she was glad she'd chosen the little black lace number instead of the gown with the train. She'd be able to move more freely for him, and it would be harder to mess up the dress.

“Now, what’ll you have, Mr. Murphy?” She placed her hands on his thighs and caressed them softly.

He glanced at the closed partition between them and the driver, checked his watch, and a mischievous grin bloomed on his face. He leaned forward. “Looks like we have plenty of time. Hmmm… Film award nominees tend to get special treatment, isn't that right? Give me both, love. Your mouth first, then that irresistible cunt.”

“Spoken with the confidence of a winner, whether it's tonight or another night. It's coming, either way.”

“Just like me, in a matter of moments, thanks to you.” He tried and failed to stifle a laugh. “Christ, we sound like some dreadfully unimaginative 70s porn! Let's stop talking, before we turn each other off.”

“Excellent idea.”

Both of them laughed, partners in crime with the same sense of humor.

She gave him one last affectionate smile, then began to caress his thighs with long, soft strokes that made him shift on his seat. She traced the same path with her lips, on one thigh, then the other, nuzzling the expanses of skin.

He turned the volume up on the music, in anticipation of giving in to wherever she led him. She stretched herself higher and loomed over his lap, then tugged at his underwear. He shifted on the seat to help her efforts in removing her last barrier. He placed his hands on her head and squeezed softly, a gentle request for the warmth of her lips on his hardened, eager cock.

He groaned softly as her lips surrounded his girth and her hands connected with him, and he hissed, eyes shut tightly, when she teased the sensitive underside of his dick with her tongue.

His million-dollar face contorted–jaw clenched, brow furrowed, nostrils flared, full lips parted–as he savored her work. By then, she had taken more of him in, feasting on his length with her enthusiastic licking and sucking.

He began to grind his hips, arching into her mouth to feel her deeper and more intensely.

She loved seeing him like that, focused on the sensations, thoughts as far away as possible from cameras, paparazzi, and all the sequined and bow-tied cogs in the Hollywood machine–everyone they'd be unable to escape for hours once they left their mobile love nest. Giving him release was the least she could do for him. She was well aware of all the effort and sacrifice he put into his celebrated performance as Oppenheimer, and she thought he deserved to be in the right mood to enjoy his moment of recognition, win or lose.

She knew she was wet already, from the way her body throbbed in excitement. She had one more ace to play, one more thing to share that would push him past the point of no return. “I was going to surprise you later,” she murmured conspiratorially, “but this will give you something else to think about in your seat…”

He watched her through glazed, darkened eyes as she climbed into his lap, hiked her dress, and sank down on him, inch by inch.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “No fucking panties… Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, babe, I'm just trying to fill your head with good thoughts before we get there.” She rolled her body at a brisk pace and kissed him deeply.

He grasped her hips and overtook the pace of her thrusts, writhing against her in a controlled manner that made both of them wail. She rocked into him and edged closer to being completely undone.

One of his hands crept up to the small of her back, while the other meandered down her leg to find her clit, which he massaged the way she loved, ratcheting up her cries in the process.

Their rhythm quickened some more. A lock of his hair fell down, toward his eyes, and she brushed it back into place. She desperately wanted to clutch her hands in his hair, like she normally did, but quickly nixed the idea, remembering the effort that had gone into his sophisticated look. There'd be plenty of time later for reckless behavior, she thought–on the ride back to the hotel, or in the bed, regardless of whether they were celebrating or preparing to return to their usual pace of life.

“Oh, fuckkkk…” His breathing was shallow, and his face flushed as his eyes rolled back. “I'm gonna…”

“Me, too, baby,” she said, equally breathless. The tightness that had built up at her core gave way to waves of bliss, and moments later, Cillian tensed as his own climax tore through his body.

He held her in a tight hug and kissed the top of her head while they caught their breath.

After a while, she moaned contentedly and looked up at him. “Feeling better, Cill?”

“You have no idea, lass. Thank you.”

“Anytime, my dear, beautiful boyfriend.”

He kissed her softly, then looked at his watch. “We should be there soon, better get ourselves back together as best as we can.”

They scrambled to straighten up and return to their initial positions in the car.

“You know,” started Cillian, as they rounded the corner to the venue, “At some point tonight, when I can't stand it anymore, I'd love to steal away with you to a bathroom or somewhere else that we can be alone…”

“I like the way you think! But what if we get caught?” She gathered her purse and prepared to exit the limo.

“I think ecstatic award winner caught fucking his girlfriend will be much better for my brand,” he said with air quotes, “than those pics of me pissing on the side of the pub, don't you think?” He winked and kissed her passionately.

Before she could respond, he opened the car door and they emerged. They were quickly besieged by camera flashes, and the huge smiles on both their faces were real.

[crushedsweets]

do u have any more bonnie lore that u can share with us? i’m obsessed with her design and her story<3

Ok I’m assuming you mean ghost Bonnie… hmm… but let me see if I can collect random thoughts. Also thank you anon youre a sweetheart <3

General summary: “The Ghost Bride” is a version of my crp OC bonnie made for a 2014-fanon slender mansion AU with my friends! She lives in the mansion w all my friends OCs. The mansion is in a.. pocket dimension sorta? I think?

This is really funny but I watched inside out 2. Anxiety/maya hawke is probably her voice claim. HAHAHAH

She sorta gives the energy of Megan in “but I’m a cheerleader”. She’s largely in denial about being a lesbian and is pretty clueless/ignorant on it, having grown up in the 70-80s before she died

Her fiancé was a very traditional American guy. Huge family of hunters, which always made Bonnie uneasy going to his house and seeing deer heads displayed on the walls. When he hunted her down for running off the aisle, she was mostly thinking about all those deer. And how she was next, obvi

Her story (after death) mainly goes in 2-3 arcs:

1. She spends several decades(although time is distorted) in the slender forest just roaming around, sobbing, begging her fiancé not to shoot, hiding behind trees and rocks and heaving nonstop. It’s impossible to talk to her and she’s MOSTLY not even visible to other residents, considering she’s a ghost - but occasionally she spooks people

2. Eventually she starts to settle into the mansion. Slendy sorta messes with her head - he tries to make her forget what happened to her, and make her forget that she’s even dead, but it actually just leaves her really confused and having a constantly warped sense of reality and what stage of life she’s in. Sometimes she thinks she’s back in highschool fawning over a crush, sometimes she thinks she’s days away from her dream wedding, sometimes she thinks she’s been married for years. In general she’s just kinda like… stupid …. Super ditzy, just lays around in bed all day in nightgowns and reading teen magazines and chewing bubblegum. Doesn’t throw tantrums but she will have random moments where she loses her shit and starts tearing her room apart freaking out over a wedding. Gets called bridezilla by a certain somebody… 😒😒

3. She ends up killing her fiancé, and that’s sorta what snaps her back into reality. She understands, remembers, and accepts what happened to her. She spends time with her friends and begins the whole “ghost recovery acceptance processing your own death” thing. She’s mostly okay with it, considering she’s exactly where she wants to be - a freaky mansion with her friends, ran by some guy she views as a father figure

She tends to the mansions garden the most I believe. Usually drags her friends out and makes them do a lot of the harder work (mowing the lawn, dealing with pests, cleaning gutters) while she does the rest. Eventually gets told off for gender roles or something funny . LMAOOO

She cannot cook. Swears she’s gonna be the best damn house wife in the world. Cannot cook. Can not cook. Hear me when I say this. She can not cook. OK IM EXAGGERATING but she does suck at cooking…

Loves wearing bunny slippers and making her friends match other animal slippers with her.

Always has to be in some sort of bridal wear - whether it’s a wedding dress, a bridal party dress, a slip dress, night gown, robe. Something white and frilly and preferably silky

I dunnooo… lmk if y’all have any specific questions cuz I haven’t really been working on her lately

[bellysoupset]

I know Leo said that he didn’t need to see the ring, but could we maybe get a little ficlet about the morning afterward where he sees it?

Alright just a teeny tiny ficlet of the morning after!

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Leo woke up with Jonah speaking French.

He had a headache from the emotional roller coaster that was the night before and quickly realized he had slept past his alarm, judging by how much sunlight was filtering through their sheer curtains - they had forgotten to pull the black-out curtains.

Jon's hand was in the middle of his back and Leo sighed, snuggling up more, his cheek resting on Jonah's lower belly as he heard the other man continue to speak in a low, calm voice.

A chuckle.

Jackie's voice answering, always so smooth and calm, with that little vocal fry she had thanks to smoking most of her life. Then Angie, in rapid fire French, her voice much louder than everyone else's.

Leo smiled, opening his eyes and stretching. He rolled slightly on the bed, forcefully removing his head from Jonah's tummy - it was gurgling pleasantly and Leo nearly fell right back asleep - and staring at the ceiling for a second.

He was engaged.

"Mum, stop," Jonah switched to English, realizing Leo was up and the blonde turned his head, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

Jon hadn't bothered to look put together to break the news to his family, which was adorable in Leo's opinion. His mop of curls was going up, almost in a 70s style, and he was wearing the huge hoodie from Vince still.

"Leo's up," he said and Leo frowned, not wanting Jackie to see him with his just-woke-up face, but Jonah didn't seem to care. He turned the phone around and Leo opened a sleepy smile to the two women on the screen.

Jackie occupied the upper half of it, she was home and it seemed to be night for her already. She was in a huge kitchen that made Leo want to inspect closer, moving around in a long gown as if she was shooting an ad.

Angelina was in the bottom half, in just gym clothes and where Leo easily recognized was the gym of her own house. At least Angie looked normal, he thought, waving to the girl, only for her to let out a squeal.

"Leo let me see the ring!" She leaped forward, gluing herself to the phone and Leo let out a chuckle, turning his hand so she could see it. In fact, he hadn't had the chance to really look at the ring yet.

Angie let out a string of "awww" and "ooh", while Jackie crossed the kitchen so she could inspect it better. She raised her eyebrows, "Jonah should've gotten you a bigger rock, sweetheart."

"No, I like it," Angie pouted, "it's classic and beautiful. Did you like it, Leo?"

"I love it," he said truthfully, even if he had properly looked at it yet. Jonah snorted at that, handing him the phone and getting up from the bed with a stumble, causing Leo to look up, worried the vertigo hadn't fully vanished.

"I'm fine," Jon mouthed to him, swaying to the bathroom and Leo scooted up on the bed, grinning as he heard Angie say she was so excited for him to become a part of the family.

"We're gonna have to meet to plan this party," Jackie told him, "You and Jon need to come here, Matteo has asked non stop and that was before you two got engaged."

"We will," Leo promised, while mentally cringing as he imagined what Jackie had in mind as a wedding party. That would be a whole quest on its own, "Angie, you're still coming over next month?"

"Wouldn't miss it," she opened a gummy smile, whole face lighting up. They chatted for a couple more minutes, before eventually hanging up, Leo blushing as Jackie called him mon cher.

He put down the phone, then looked at his hand, feeling his heart speed up. It was a beautiful ring, the diamond not too large, but not so tiny it was just a dot and most importantly... It just fit him. The type of ring Leo had no intentions of removing, ever.

He let out a dreamy sigh and then smiled as Jon walked back in the room, now without the hoodie and smelling like toothpaste as he crawled on the bed.

"I'm engaged," Leo whispered, when Jonah draped himself over him, wordlessly.

"Yeah?" Jon yawned, resting his chin on Leo's shoulder and looking at the ring, "still a yes?"

"Still a yes," Leo turned his head to kiss him, bringing up his hand to cup Jonah's cheek and then grinning as he saw his ring pressed to his fiance's cheek, "definitely a yes."

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Act I, Scene I: The Wedding

The wedding of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laena Velaryon was a grand affair, of course.  The ceremony was held in the Sept, with sunlight streaming through the fine glass windows, and the benches were crowded with highborn attendees from all across the continent.  Hoary old Rickon Stark was there with his son Cregan, sitting two rows behind Jason Lannister and his young wife.   The widowed Lady Leonette Tyrell sat beside Alicent’s own family, and all of them were kept away from the representative of House Martell, who had come as a peace ambassador following the war in the Stepstones.  Everyone was talking amongst themselves, and the Sept’s high ceilings created a reverberating echo that only quieted when the High Septon called for the ceremony to begin.  Alicent could hardly think in the noise, but the proceeding silence was just as jarring.

Rhaenyra cut a dashing figure in her wedding attire.  Her cloak was a masterpiece of midnight black velvet with an army of red dragons flying upon it.  The three-headed sigil of House Targaryen was embroidered in the center, encrusted in a mine’s worth of rubies.  Blackfyre hung from her belt, a gift from her father.  It was customary for alphas to wear a sword during their wedding ceremony, but carrying the Conqueror’s sword was an especially pointed statement.  Here is my heir, your future queen, Viserys was saying.  Look upon her and bend the knee.

Laena was stunningly gorgeous in her own right.  Her dress was vibrant, shimmering, and blue as the Summer Sea.  Pale seahorses danced along her skirts, and her arms, fingers, and neck were swamped in silver jewelry.  She was perfectly put together, but Alicent knew she had been up early that morning, having her skin perfumed and her curls tamed.  She’d yawned incessantly all through the breakfast feast, to the gentle chastisement of her mother.

Alicent was in no position to judge, as she’d spent the morning dealing with her own problems.  Three months in, the hardships of pregnancy were already weighing heavily on her.  Her breasts were sore and sensitive, requiring frequent massage, and all her gowns were being resized to accommodate her growing belly.  The dress she wore today had been mercifully altered, but even so, she prayed the ceremony would end swiftly so she could change out of it.

“You look lovely,” Rhaenyra had mumbled when they waited for the wheelhouse.  Her cheeks had flushed when she delivered the awkward compliment, but it warmed Alicent to hear.

At the altar, however, the princess only had eyes for her bride.  Don’t her cheeks hurt?  Alicent thought, watching Rhaenyra’s face split into the biggest smile she’d ever seen.  It barely budged when she recited her vows, and remained in place even after the ceremony as their carriage rode through the streets of King’s Landing.  There was even an echo of it on Viserys’s face, one of the few times Alicent could discern a resemblance between them.

The wedding festivities were many and grandiose, and the following feast was entirely too lavish.  Over 70 dishes were served alongside 50 desserts, and wine and mead flowed faster than water, splashing into cups with such vigor that it made her ill.  The curse of morning sickness had passed a week prior, but Alicent still found her constitution sensitive.  She nursed a single cup of wine through the entire evening, and avoided the punch after she saw a lord of the Fingers pour something into it from a hip flask.  Even when her husband called for toast after toast, she kept her lips dry and her head clear.

The bride and groom were not concerned about such things.  Though neither drank heavily, their inebriation was apparent when they laughed and stumbled onto the dance floor for their first turn as newlyweds.  It was heartwarming to watch.  Or it would be, if Alicent’s heart was a kind or magnanimous thing.  As it was, the sight just made her dour.  She refused all offers to dance, citing tiredness from the baby, and sulked at the high table while the celebration passed around her.  Viserys was her only company.  His health had improved a great deal in recent weeks, but he was still easily fatigued, so he too refrained from joining the throng.

“A few more weeks, and I’ll be good as new,” he assured her.  “Mellos insists I still limit myself to our daily walks, but I mean to host a grand hunt once he gives his approval.”

“A hunt would be exciting, my love, but you must be careful.”  If her response was hollow, she hoped he didn’t notice.  He’d been sweeter to her, of late. The babe had won his attention back for now, and he’d spared no expense in the past three months meeting Alicent’s every wish.  He could be a kind man, when he thought to be.  Yet his expensive presents were paltry compared to the single gift given by his daughter.

Rhaenyra had shown up at her door a day after the Grand Maester confirmed her pregnancy.  “I heard the news.”  Her cheeks had been pink; from exertion or shyness, Alicent couldn’t say.  “C-congratulations, my Queen.”

Alicent’s lips had trembled when she tried to smile.  “Thank you, Princess.  The King and I are very happy, and your well wishes mean a lot to both of us.”

“I’d like to do more than simply offer well wishes,” Rhaenyra had pushed, stepping closer to her.  “If you’ll allow it, I want to give you a promise.”

“A promise?”

“For the babe,” the princess nodded.  “Syrax will soon lay a clutch of eggs.  When the child is born, I will bring one for their crib.”

Alicent had been startled out of her inner turmoil by this information.  “You would put a dragon egg in the crib of ou- of a baby?”

Rhaenyra had grinned so proudly at her.  “It’s tradition.  All Targaryen children have a dragon’s egg placed in their crib.  Father would do it, but he doesn’t venture into the Dragonpit anymore.  So I will.”  

She’d said it with such conviction, and such eagerness too.  She was excited about the babe.  Alicent could hardly believe it.  At best, she hoped Rhaenyra would be kind to her “sibling”, if not close, but even her most far-fetched fantasies hadn’t considered this to be a possibility.

She was happy for their child.  She already considered them a true Targaryen.  She was going to give them a dragon’s egg.

I love you.  The words had sprung to her tongue with force enough to dislodge teeth, and she barely bit them down in time.  Rhaenyra had rambled on about something to do with the Dragon Keepers, but Alicent had been too stunned to pay attention to it.  She only recovered when the princess bid her a cheery farewell and marched away.

Ever since then, the illuminated histories and brand new horse that Viserys bestowed upon her meant next to nothing.

“The bedding!” Someone shouted from the crowd, quickly followed by dozens of raucous, cheering voices.  “Bedding!  Bedding!  Bedding!”

Alicent’s teeth dug into her cheek as Rhaenyra and Laena, still laughing, were shuffled to opposite sides of the hall.  Laena was swarmed by loud, obnoxious alphas while pretty, preening omegas danced circles around Rhaenyra.  

“You could join them,” her husband suggested, to which Alicent quietly balked.

She could join them, yes.  No one would look twice at a mated omega joining the bedding ceremony of her alpha friend.  But she couldn’t bring herself to.  Unlike those silly creatures fluttering about her, Alicent knew Rhaenyra’s body intimately.  She knew how it felt, its curves and contours.  Her touch would be too familiar, and even if no one could possibly notice, Alicent couldn’t shake the paranoia.

Her restraint was also due to jealousy.  She was not so craven as to deny it.  To participate in the bedding ceremony would be to prepare Rhaenyra for someone else, and she would rather die than do that.  So she simply glared as careless, lustful hands stripped away the princess’s clothes.  Soon, Rhaenyra and her entourage were out of sight, and the revelry continued in her absence.  Alicent stayed at the high table, and asked the nearest servant to refill her cup.

[the-anti-vampire-blog]

Late Victorian Dress Timeline

The late Victorian era seems to be the most popular historical time period for vampires. This post will be going over the different fashion trends for women during the late Victorian era and then over which era would be the most survivable as a damsel.

So I should probably start with the hoop skirt (crinoline) but really I’m still learning how to tell the styles apart. I’ll think I’ve got it but then I learned I was comparing day gowns to tea gowns or party gowns and I’m back to square one not to mention class differences. Just know that princess hoop-skirts are never used as daily wear after these, or at least not to the sizes they were before the first bustle era.

So instead let’s start with the first bustle era,

So this was during the late 60’s to I think the mid 70’s. This is like a hybrid between a hoop skirt and the bustle skirt you think of when I say ‘bustle skirt’. You could ski off these slopes. And the colors are gentle and delicate a lot of these dresses were hoop skirt dress skirts that they put on a this new under shape. They’d tack the back up so it’d sit right and if they reused the dress skirt they’d rework it to fit the trends.

Next is the natural form era,

so this shape is achieved by tying a pillow to the rear instead of a bustle or crinoline this went from the mid 70’s to nearly the mid 80’s I think it lasted until ‘83. The fabric is richer and the tops look more serious, I’m also noticing more patterns when I searched up fashion plates for ‘76 which isn’t something I picked up on before (also I’m noticing that these patterns usually use white this might change at the end of the natural era tho’) Notice that the chest it seems corsetry changed between this period and the last too.

The second bustle era

This is 83’ - I think the early 90’s but it maybe ended in the late 80’s. These are the bustles that look like you can place a stack of books on. This era used a lot of jewel tones and earth tones. Patterns are still really in and tops are fitted and serious. Notice that there is a bit of fabric swooping in the front almost like an apron this connects to another almost apron like bit that’s put onto the bustle. It’s not always on an outfit but I’m trying to explain more of how they connect because it’s an interesting little detail. Here I think they’re doing something like a pigeon breast but it’s not to the extent that you’ll see later

Sleevemegedon

After this is when they tossed off the bustle and messed around with sleeves. They loved their sleeves. Above all else they loved their sleeves. If you ignore the sleeves (which can be hard) you’ll notice that the tops have a dark academia x cottage core vibe I’d say it leans more into cottage core. They also seem to keep a pidgin breast which means they were adding padding above the boob. Earthy tones were probably the most popular but it looks a little less standard, then again maybe I’m not able to tell apart evening wear from day wear for this one? All the others I chose day wear for to keep it simple but I’m not sure now, I’m too busy staring at their ginormous sleeves

Idk what the occasion for the second one is. I’ve been trying to keep these to day clothes but I’m not sure I was able to distinguish between that and evening wear for these. Would you believe me if I said they didn’t look this bad when worn by real a person?? Cute even?? Actually the last one has this cute detail I want to point out. She’s wearing a bow on the back of her neck. This was a trendy little thing to do.

How would I fare against a creature of the night in these?

Now, if I had to survive a vampire in one of these which would I choose?

The first bustle era had the bustle go a bit in front of you on the hem. Not ideal for outrunning the undead. Also a lot of these skirts used to once be bigger so heavy is the ass.

The natural form era has the opposite problem, some of these look like they have a small stride maybe you could let it out at the back. At least that cushion protects your butt from being bit.

The second bustle era looks horrible but actually those things bend up so well that you can look up sitting in a bustle and see that you don’t loose movement there. The fittedness of the chest isn’t great though. I think this was when we had big hatpins too!

The mutton sleeve era doesn’t seem have the amount of fabric layers the others do. And I think if you took out your sleeve poofers you’d have more arm movement. Your neck is covered by your bow necklace and you have more padding over the boobs. This might actually be the best option

If you’re a vampire go for the natural form era, the colors and patterns look the most dramatic

[jennyboom21]

Before Taylor Swift was sparking headlines about "squad goals" or attracting throngs of Hollywood stars to The Eras Tour, she and Dianna Agron were nearly inseparable.

The "Style" singer and "Glee" star became close in 2012 and were quickly identified in the media as "blonde BFFs." However, the following year, Swift and Agron suddenly seemed to lose touch. They haven't been spotted together since 2014.

Keep scrolling to see everything we know about the once-close pair.

They became friends while Swift was working on 'Red'

It's unclear how and when Swift and Agron met. In 2010 and 2011, Swift became friendly with "Glee" stars like Cory Monteith and Chord Overstreet, so it's possible the women were introduced by Agron's castmates. They both attended the 2011 Vanity Fair Oscar Party, but there's no evidence they interacted.

Swift and Agron were spotted in public for the first time on September 4, 2011 at a flea market in Los Angeles. Swift was between shows on the Speak Now World Tour, while Agron had recently wrapped a series of Glee Live! concerts.

By this time, we know that Swift was in the process of creating her fourth album because she had already written "All Too Well."

According to her diary excerpts (released alongside "Lover" in 2019), the beloved song was conceived in February 2011. She decided to name the album "Red" in September 2011.

Dianna Agron and Taylor Swift in 2012.

January 7, 2012: Agron tweeted that Swift looked 'beautiful' on the cover of Vogue

Swift was photographed by Mario Testino for the February 2012 issue of Vogue, for which she was given retro-style bangs. According to a behind-the-scenes video, the photoshoot took place on the eve of her 22nd birthday.

"Taylor looks all kinds of 70's beautiful....and love a hat! Great job," Agron wrote on Twitter, tagging both Vogue and Swift.

March 25, 2012: Swift and Agron went to see 'The Hunger Games' together

A group of fans snapped a photo with Swift and Agron at the theater during the movie's opening weekend.

April 12, 2012: Agron shut down rumors that she was in a 'love triangle' with Swift and Tim Tebow

For some reason, in early 2012, tabloids ran wild with a theory that Agron was dating NFL quarterback Tim Tebow while Swift was harboring a "puppy dog" crush on him.

During an appearance on "Jimmy Kimmel Live," Agron quashed the rumors. She clarified that she had a "10-minute chat" with Tebow and hadn't seen him since.

Kimmel also asked her to address her relationship with Swift: "Are you dating her? That would be great."

"Wouldn't that be juicy?" Agron replied, blowing a kiss to the camera and adding, "Hi Taylor."

April 24, 2012: They wore vintage gowns and flower crowns to celebrate Shirley MacLaine's birthday

Swift, who costarred with MacLaine in the 2010 film "Valentine's Day," played dress-up with Agron and two more friends in honor of the actor's 78th birthday. The small group shared photos of the occasion on social media, though most have since been deleted.

"We dressed up full-time fancy and went out in celebration of Shirley MacLaine's birthday," Swift wrote on Twitter, per E! News.

"Had a long day & don't know what to celebrate later…? Because you need a moment to be young? Find your moments," Agron added in her own tweet.

April 28, 2012: Swift celebrated Agron's 26th birthday

Swift wore a tiger costume for Agron's circus-themed birthday party, which she called "the most magical night" on Twitter.

"The blonde BFFs have been spending a lot of time together as of late," E! News wrote.

May 15, 2012: They dined together in Los Angeles

Paparazzi caught Swift and Agron leaving Dominick's, an Italian restaurant in West Hollywood, after a Tuesday night dinner.

July 4, 2012: Swift and Agron spent the holiday in Hyannis Port, Massachusetts

Swift was spotted in the famous East Coast town during Fourth of July weekend, mostly hanging out at the Kennedy compound. She was accompanied by Agron and their friend Claire Kislinger (neé Winter), according to the Boston Herald and Us Weekly.

Kerry Townsend, the granddaughter of Ethel Kennedy, tweeted at the time: "Arrived at my Grandma's house to find her chilling with Taylor Swift and Dianna Agron. I hope I'm this cool when I'm 83!"

October 22, 2012: Swift released 'Red,' which includes a dedication to Agron

Swift is known for leaving coded messages for fans in the liner notes of her album. The secret message for "22" was four names: "Ashley Dianna Claire Selena."

In addition to Agron and Kislinger, these most likely refer to stylist Ashley Avignone and Selena Gomez. The song is about spending a carefree night with friends, though hints of ill-advised romance are sprinkled in: "You look like bad news / I gotta have you."

There could be another reference to Agron in the liner notes for "Everything Has Changed." The song's secret message is "Hyannis Port," where Swift spent some time with green-eyed Conor Kennedy that summer. ("All I've seen since 18 hours ago / Is green eyes and freckles and your smile," Swift sings.)

However, many fans have noticed that "Hyannis Port" is actually misspelled in the liner notes as "Hyiannis Port," which mirrors the spelling of Dianna (who also has green eyes).

The day that "Red" was released, Agron congratulated Swift on Twitter with a screenshot of her phone playing "Everything Has Changed."

December 3, 2012: Swift and Agron both attended the Ripple of Hope gala

Swift and Conor Kennedy reportedly split in October 2012 after a few months of dating. However, later that year, Swift was still honored with the Ripple of Hope Award from the Robert F. Kennedy Center for Justice & Human Rights.

The annual gala was held at the Mariott Marquis in New York City. According to E! News, Swift had Agron "by her side" throughout the event. She also performed "Starlight," a song from "Red" that was inspired by Ethel and Bobby Kennedy.

"Was a beautiful night last night. The RFK foundation provides help to so many truly deserving," Agron tweeted. "Plus @taylorswift13 was truly lovely."

April 2013: A fake artice, which claimed Swift and Agron were dating, went semi-viral

Shortly after Swift embarked on the Red Tour, a doctored screenshot from a fake tabloid began circulating on Twitter. The headline from Stars Daily, which does not exist, said "Taylor Swift is in a new relationship...but it's not what you expected."

"Country pop singer Taylor Swift has confirmed being in a relationship with Glee star Dianna Agron," the fake article continued. "Lesbi-honest! Right after the rumors were confirmed, the two were spotted out on a dinner date." (The attached photo was from Swift and Agron's dinner at Dominick's in 2012.)

On April 23, 2013, "Skins" actor Dakota Blue Richards tweeted about the rumor: "So apparently Taylor Swift and Dianna Agron are dating. Sorry Brangelina, you just got taken over as the worlds hottest couple."

Neither Swift nor Agron publicly responded to the rumor. But Richards' reaction seemed to increase its virality, and the following day, Agron deleted her Tumblr.

"Thank you friends for following the journey," she wrote in her final post. "But as an old chapter closes, a new chapter begins."

September 4, 2013: Swift, Agron, and other friends went to a Fun. concert

"Modern Family" star Sarah Hyland shared a video from backstage at the Fun. concert, which took place at the Greek in Los Angeles. Swift is featured in the short clip, while Agron is briefly shown standing off to the side.

"Watching @OurNameIsFun live tonight at the Greek was unforgettable," Swift wrote on Twitter, per Taste of Country. "Such incredible musicians and showmen. It was just SO good."

Two days later, Agron also tweeted an inside joke about the concert, tagging Swift.

This seemed to be the last time they intentionally hung out (at least in public).

October 27, 2014: Swift released the deluxe version of '1989,' which includes a breakup song called 'Wonderland'

The lyrics of "Wonderland" clearly reference "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland," the 1865 novel by Lewis Carroll. When Swift performed the "1989" deluxe track as a surprise song on The Eras Tour, she said it was a "twisted" take on the fairy tale.

In the song, Swift describes her muse as having green eyes and a "Cheshire Cat smile." She says they "fell down the rabbit hole" and got lost in Wonderland, all without considering the consequences.

"Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?" she sings in the pre-chorus, a reference to Alice's observation that "curiosity often leads to trouble."

Swift concludes in the bridge: "In the end, in Wonderland / We both went mad."

Some fans have drawn a connection between "Wonderland" and Agron, who has repeatedly tweeted about her love for Alice.

"I love 'Alice in Wonderland' and 'The Hobbit,'" Agron said in a 2011 interview with Elle. "Those books got me into reading and storytelling — I could escape to a different world."

Indeed, Agron reportedly had a Tumblr, deleted in 2013, that was called "felldowntherabbithole."

She also had a reference to "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" tattooed on her ribcage: "We're all mad here," which is a quote from the Cheshire Cat. Fans noticed that Agron was in the process of removing her tattoo in 2017.

November 23, 2014: They had a brief interaction at the 2014 American Music Awards

Although she spent most of the evening with Karlie Kloss, photographers did catch Swift having a moment with Agron at the 2014 AMAs, where she also performed her single "Blank Space."

This was the last time Swift and Agron were seen together in public. Notably, Agron did not appear among Swift's many celebrity friends in the 2015 "Bad Blood" music video, which seemed to confirm they were no longer close.

October 5, 2019: Agron went to 'SNL' when Swift was the musical guest

Agron was photographed leaving 30 Rock after "Saturday Night Live" finished filming. Swift was that night's musical guest — she performed "False God" and the title track from "Lover" — but there's no evidence she interacted with Agron inside.

May 7, 2023: Agron was asked about rumors that she and Swift were 'in a relationship'

During an interview with Rolling Stone, Agron was asked about her influence on Swift's music, specifically "22."

"Me? Oh, if only! That's more because of a friendship than being the inspiration for the song," she replied. "But I would not be the person to ask about that. I cannot claim that!"

The reporter also asked how Agron felt about being "shipped" with Swift, which he explained as, "You two were made out by the media and some fans to be in a relationship."

In response, Agron described the speculation as "so interesting."

"I… I mean, there have been many stories about my dating life that are so wildly untrue. That's funny," she said.

[calder]

"I'd use a bullet on myself, but with all these critters an' mobsters about it feels a waste, don't it?" -Clutch, about why he hasn't killed himself

Clutch Connors is a human male that can be found in the area south of Connors Farm. When approached he will bark a series of quips in a random order, sometimes based on player statistics.

"Razorgrain, rays-or-grain. Heh, yeah. I'll take the grain any day of the week.

Whatever happened to bullfrogs?

You jack off with that arm Mister Meaty? (If the Sacrificial Lamb has a Strength score of 7 or higher.)

'S okay pardner, I'm not much for books either. (If the Sacrificial Lamb's Intelligence is 3 or lower.)

Met a guy named Fallout once, ugly motherfucker.

What the fuck is a cow anyways?

I'm a centrist, 'cept when 'm not.

Don't ask me about roads.

War... What was it about war...?

Please, kill me. Just fucking kill me. Do it before the shmuck with the buttons makes you walk away. Please. (Has a rare chance of occurring if the Sacrificial Lamb has the Wild Wasteland trait.)

Clutch is involved in the quest Saint James Infirmary Blues and is one of the escaped patients the Sacrificial Lamb is tasked with rescuing, while the quest is active, you can speak to him and at first he will be apprehensive about returning, the player can either use a Speech check of 40 to convince him to return, or state that they'll take him there by force, after which he will become immediately hostile. If the Sacrificial Lamb has a Medicine skill of 70 or has Frankie in their party, they can determine that Clutch is not a danger to himself or anyone around him, but unless they can also get Weezel to confess to struggling with gender dysphoria and convince Rhonda Simmons to stop taking Day Tripper to hide her autism, the quest will not be marked as complete until they either kill him or convince him to go back to Dr. Rollins.

After the conclusion of St. James Infirmary Blues where he stays at the farm, Clutch will be hostile to any entities hostile to the Sacrificial Lamb in the area, and the player can initiate dialogue with him where he opens up about his struggles with suicidal thoughts and schizophrenia. After exhausting all dialogue options, every time the Sacrificial Lamb talks to Clutch, he has a chance to give a Fancy Lad Snack Cakes, Instamash, Pork n' Beans, Tin Can Grenade or Radweed Joint to them along with a random statement of gratitude.

Thank you for being my friend.

Thanks for not takin' me t' that funny farm.

Hey, I love you... don't make it weird.

Nobody's ever been that nice to me before, here, have this.

Hey, I like men too. (If the Sacrificial Lamb has the Black Widow perk)

Hey, I like men too... you're not my type, though. (If the Sacrificial Lamb has the Confirmed Bachelor perk)

From one motherfucker to another motherfucker, eh?

Hey don't tell Ma about this one. Heheh. (When giving a Radweed Joint)

If the Sacrificial Lamb instead takes him back to Dr. Rollins, he will be wearing a Patient's Gown and standing inside the New Unity Clinic, where if spoken to, he will normally be silent with the subtitles simply show "..." He has a small chance to whisper "Fuck you." and if the Sacrificial Lamb has the Wild Wasteland trait he can also say, "You know you'll lose Karma for this, right?" At the conclusion of the quest Bad Medicine, if Dr. Rollins is killed, he will sometimes stand over his corpse and talk to it with his arms crossed, regardless of if the Sacrificial Lamb kills Dr. Rollins or gets Ranger Sykes to arrest him, Clutch will eventually return to Connors Farm with his inventory reset, but will keep the barks from convincing him to return to the clinic.

Clutch's inventory contains a random amount of regular 10mm ammunition and one random special 10mm round (but he will have more if the Sacrificial Lamb has the Scrounger perk and kills him.) He is equipped with leather armor and a 10mm pistol. While staying at the New Unity Clinic, he is equipped with a patient gown and his inventory is empty.

Exhausting all of Clutch Connor's dialogue after completing Saint James Infirmary Blues without killing him or returning him to the clinic is essential to completing the Basket Case challenge and receiving its related perk.

Trivia

Clutch almost recites the classic phrase "War never changes." found throughout the Fallout series, but forgets the rest of the sentence.

His apprehension regarding the subject of roads may be a reference to players in Fallout: New Vegas being able to ask characters about the NCR-Legion conflict, where many of them will bring up the safety of roads. (citation needed)

His Wild Wasteland dialogue in the New Unity Clinic is a reference to Karma, a statistic that tracked the morality of players' actions in previous Fallout games.

Mister Meaty was the name of a puppet show that briefly aired on Nickelodeon from 2007-2008.

Glitches

Prior to Patch 1.03, Clutch would become immediately hostile to the Sacrificial Lamb upon starting Saint James Infirmary Blues.

Prior to Patch 1.17, Clutch would sometimes be dead of a gunshot wound if the Sacrificial Lamb approached him and then left Connors Farm without starting or completing Saint James Infirmary Blues. Using console commands to warp directly to the farm from the clinic will show that he was meant to be shooting at tin cans on a fence, but because the cans have no collision until picked up, if a caravan is walking by, he can hit one of the caravan guards, traveling merchants or pack brahmin, causing them to turn hostile and kill him before returning to their route.

Clutch will sometimes use the same combat barks as the Stargazer cultists or Infected Commandos

Clutch will sometimes say one of his perk or item dependent lines when giving the Sacrificial Lamb Pork n' Beans, regardless of if they have the prerequisite perk and not receiving a Radweed Joint.

If Dr. Rollins is spawned in front of Clutch after killing him during the quest Bad Medicine using console commands, he will still talk to him as if he was dead.

this seems to be an entertainment-oriented article for a bunch of fallout that doesnt exist. i have no idea of the context or joke but this was a fun read, thank you !

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Grok provides response to whether the ShopMy store is a success. by u/SmilingHappyLaughing

Grok provides response to whether the ShopMy store is a success. From Grok:“Meghan, Duchess of Sussex, launched her ShopMy page on March 24, 2025, featuring a curated collection of fashion and beauty items. As of today, March 26, 2025, it’s too early to definitively assess its long-term success due to the limited time since its launch. However, early indicators suggest a strong initial response.Reports indicate that several items from her ShopMy page sold out quickly after the launch, reflecting significant demand. For instance, clothing items like a $1,415 Loro Piana cashmere sweater and a pair of La Ligne jeans, featured in her Netflix show "With Love, Meghan," sold out within days, with 500 pairs of the jeans purchased in two weeks. Additionally, searches for Crocs increased by 70% compared to the previous month after Meghan wore a similar pair on her show, pointing to her influence driving sales. The rapid expansion of her store to include a beauty section just one day after launch, on March 25, 2025, further suggests she’s capitalizing on this momentum.The ShopMy platform operates on affiliate links, allowing Meghan to earn commissions (typically 10-30% depending on the brand) on sales. While exact earnings aren’t public, experts speculate she could generate substantial revenue—potentially millions—if the current pace continues, given the high price points of items like a £1,068 Heidi Merrick gown and £600 Saint Laurent sandals. Her 2.6 million Instagram followers provide a sizable audience, amplifying her reach.However, success isn’t universally agreed upon. Critics have called the venture "tacky" or "desperate," arguing it contradicts her past stance against being an influencer and raises questions about overexposure. Some point to a saturated market for celebrity-driven fashion ventures, which could challenge sustained growth. Technical issues were reported shortly after launch, though claims of a server crash appear exaggerated—items remained available despite fan speculation on platforms like X.In summary, the ShopMy store has seen a promising start with sold-out items and rapid expansion, indicating early commercial success. Whether this translates to long-term profitability or brand strength remains uncertain, as it hinges on sustained consumer interest and Meghan’s ability to navigate a competitive landscape. More time and data are needed for a complete picture.” post link: https://ift.tt/cpgrVma author: SmilingHappyLaughing submitted: March 26, 2025 at 06:31PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.