#mmmm love me a good info dump

[artisticbunny]

Hello Bun! I have magically manifested within your inbox to ask you about…

Your OCs!

One of my anon subordinates (totally not me telling my friends about you no way) previously asked about your number of them, but I want to know who they are!! >:3c Any like, story or interaction or certain universe or specific aesthetics? Feel free to infodump Bun I’m all ears!!

(Sorry if this seems a little too pushy I just saw your reblog and was like ‘why don’t I be a good lad and prance on over eh?’ So here we are! :3 I hope you don’t mind!)

AAAAA HI MOOG!!! THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS EXCUSE ILY DJDBDHE

IM SO EXCITED TO INFODUMP ABOUT MY CHARACTERS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!

I ACTUALLY HAVE THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THEIR STORY UPLOADED TO AO3 AND IM WORKING ON THE SECOND!!!

Buckle in cuz this is gonna be a long post lol

I’m not gonna reveal everything cuz there have to be some tricks up my sleeves, but I’m gonna be talking about major plot stuff that isn’t in the first chapter so, uh, spoiler warning also X3

OK!!!! SO MY MAIN CHARACTER BROOK IS BABEY AND I LOVE HER!!!! ABUSE TW THO CUZ BOY HOWDY THIS BABY TRAUMATIZED.

Basically the start of the story happens as she’s running away and escaping from her abusive household, this story takes place in a fantasy world so it’s more of a tower than a house but yk.

Her “mother” is this kind of just,,, awful person that basically just was using Brook as free labor. Like, she found Brook as a toddler literally abandoned by this little brook river thing and called her “Brook Child” because she couldn’t be assed to give her a proper name. There isn’t any actual physical hitting or anything to the abuse but god, if there isn’t just a buttload of neglect and verbal/psychological abuse going on. It’s not uncommon for Brook to have been locked in the basement for days on end without food because she did something wrong.

Brook physically is super scrawny because of this, like you can easily see her bones. She has CONSTANT, DEEP dark circles under her eyes that will probably never go away, and is often fatigued. She has a long scar going down one side of her face (her left, our right), caused by an incident with setting up chicken wire. Between her not knowing how to really deal with that kind of wound at the time and the fact that she’s constantly malnourished, it left a pretty noticeable scar

ALSO FUN FACT BROOK IS AROACE CUZ YIPPEE REPRESENTATION!!!!

After she runs away her plan is to get a few supplies so she can go live on her own because the only real experience she has with other people is her “mother” and just really wants to not be around people who she thinks are going to hurt her… uuunfortunately for her she ends up being peer pressured by a merchant into buying an enchanted dagger that uses up basically ALL OF HER MONEY SHE SAVED UP.

Said dagger comes with a prophecy and is, surprise! Sentient! Yeah so now basically she’s forced to go on this quest now! No living alone in the woods in peace for her! She ends up naming the dagger Willow because of a beautiful willow tree engraving at its base and for the fact that it’s handle is modeled after a winding tree trunk (with THOUSANDS of engraved TINY little symbols and glyphs and spells and the like that looks a lot like tree bark!)

Willow uses she/it pronouns because yes! The engravings that are so tiny you can barely see and make them out is what makes Willow sentient! It’s VERY complex spellwork and may have taken even over a lifetime to create! She is very well crafted :)

She is also VERY blunt. Willow doesn’t understand the complexities of like… softening the blow of its words, so it doesn’t even really try lol. Basically it’s like “ah yeah, you are my wielder so you ARE the one from the prophecy, there’s not any getting out of it, let’s go!”

Willow’s one purpose is to complete the prophecy and is ultimately loyal to Brook till the end because of this. Unfortunately, Willow will sometimes bend the rules Brook set for the greater good of completing the quest. (During their first meeting Brook set the ground rules of no killing, and no hurting people unless absolutely necessary.)

During like, the first few hours after she leaves the trade town she fled to to go get this quest over with she gets jumped by this like 7 foot dude in black armor. This is Quincy.

I love him because there are… a lot of complexities with him lol

Without getting into huge spoiler territories, basically, where he comes from, the prophecy is told differently to the point of where Brook is made out to be the villain of the story. He is trying to protect his family and his home. When scouting her out, he is surprised to see that she’s basically just a kid, but decides to go through with the attack anyways as an attempt to stop the prophecy from being fulfilled.

Brook doesn’t know about this rendition of the prophecy.

So basically he attacks Brook, and Brook tries to reason with him to the absolute best of her ability. Quincy, however, is not open to conversation at that point. With willow’s guidance, she ends up killing him.

She is stunned by this. She watches as he bleeds out on the ground and turns to Willow.

She’s like “we agreed on no killing, this guy looks pretty dead to me!!!” (She’s obviously more panicked than this in the actual story lol)

Willow is like “ok ok fine hold me near him give me a second.”

A fun fact about Willow is that she can act as a channel for magic, and use her wielder’s supply. So when Willow uses a spell, the spell treats Brook as the caster even though Willow is effectively the one to have cast the spell.

This is important because, well, Willow uses NECROMANCY. A FORBIDDEN SPELL. ONE THAT IS FORBIDDEN FOR A GOOD REASON.

In this world, when someone is brought back through the use of necromancy they get revived, yes. BUT THEY ALSO BECOME TRAPPED INSIDE THEIR OWN BODIES AS THEYRE PUPPETED AROUND BY THE CASTER. This tactic was used a LOT in wars before it was outlawed btw, just some world building dont mind me :)

Yeah so basically when under the effects of Necromancy you just have to watch as your body has to follow whatever orders the caster gives you, whether you like it or not. Because it’s the spellcaster’s life force that’s inside of you.

(I have a WHOLE magic system thought out btw, magic is part of living being’s life force. Without it you basically starve. It’s like air and food and water, you NEED it to live, which is why Brook going on a quest to save it is such a big deal)

Obviously Willow is like “here, he should fight with us now :)” and brooks just there like “…” =n= because she knows something is off but she can’t put her finger on it yet but this guy is acting REALLY weird now.

Even being cooped up her hole life as she was, KNOWS THIS SPELL IS FORBIDDEN. So when she finds out it was used, she is rightly upset. She doesn’t know the FULL extent of the spell, she doesn’t know if he’s still THERE or if it’s just his corpse or WHAT, but she feels horrible about the situation and tries to give him as much kindness and freedom as she possibly can. Quincy cannot speak, but is later able to communicate better as he’s given more and more agency. (Given the right circumstances, he MAY be able to regain speech in the future ;) )

Over the course of this situation he kinda goes from absolutely despising Brook, to like “ok… this really is just a kid, I kinda feel really bad now” to “oh my god wait this kid is actually really sweet” to “this is my kid now”

He basically adopts Brook towards the end lol

Brook doesn’t really realize this is happening until about mid-way through the story when she goes to get firewood and says if anyone else in the group wants to they can come with her and he goes with her and she realizes she was addressing the whole group and that they can come if they WANT to. And then she just looks up at him and is like… “did you WANT to come with me?” And he just nods at her and she almost cries lol

I just love them, your honor. Quincy = dad of the year (iiif you get past the bit where he tried to kill Brook but yk lol)

OK NEXT WE HAVE SAM AND JOE!!! MY BOYS!!! THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS!!!!! THEY LOVE EACHOTHER!!!! RELATIONSHIP GOALS!!!

Sam is a wizard and Joe is a werewolf, they’re trying to find Joe’s tether (what will let him stay sane when transformed) they met with Joe in a dumpster and Sam trying to throw out that week’s trash from his apprenticeship <3

Joe comes from a loving family of werewolves and was born as one, his biggest fear is hurting his loved ones, which is why he was so desperate to find his tether. It’s also why he was rooting through wizard’s trashcans when Sam found him lol

They made a deal that Joe would stay out of trashcans (because of the dangerous chemicals and broken glass and stuff) if Sam would help him find his tether.

Sam didn’t actually like his apprenticeship. He was forced into it by his parents because he was “talented” and showed signs of developing into a talented wizard. He once loved performing magic, but being an apprentice stripped it of all of its fun. He neglected his work, causing him to fall behind, he is now self conscious and does not like it when people watch him cast spells.

Sam and Joe bonded over researching to find Joe’s tether and eventually fell in love. They both ran away not long after on a search for any more information they didn’t already have.

Also Joe is afraid of sheep :)

(“I don’t like it when they stare at you with those beady little eyes-“)

Kat is a ghost. She doesn’t remember her past, but she does remember waking up in the middle of the woods one day and never being able to find a way out. She had been alone for god knows how long before someone passed through (that being Brook, Willow, Quincy, Sam, And Joe) so obviously, she had to play a prank on them. GOLDEN opportunity for some entertainment.

Kat has claustrophobia (and because it’s never being revealed in the book I’ll reveal it here: she was buried alive. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit by someone in her adventuring group. The group’s agreed on punishment was for her to be buried alive and abandoned.) often getting flashbacks of suffocating, of cool dirt sticking to her face, muffling her screams and pleas for help.

Kat is very laid back and likes to make light of heavier situations with humor. She is a LOT smarter than she lets on, and has a very strong sense of moral justice. She also has a talent of apperating knives from her ghostly fog. She is very skilled at knife throwing.

Terra (Full name Terra Delah Etang) is a siren originating from Ckorplek, an underwater city found in the mesa reefs. She was a mighty warrior (arguably the strongest and most skilled with her voice) tasked with protecting her people’s most prized possession during an invasion. She dragged herself across the red sand, lake hopping for days before settling in a far off small pond-sized salt water body of water with a small island in the center. She would stay there for years protecting the item with her life. Unfortunately, Brook needs that item for her quest and Terra isn’t exactly willing to give it up.

Yeah they basically kidnap and gag her so she can’t make them kill themselves with her voice lol

They’re not just gonna leave her to die but they’re ALSO not gonna risk their lives letting her go free.

She is a reluctant party member, but as long as she’s with her people’s treasure and she’s able to make sure it’s safe, she isn’t super like… against it? Also they’re her only ticket back to her pond since they are basically wheeling her around in a red wagon full of water lol she still kinda hates them tho

Terra is super hotheaded and isn’t that forgiving of a person so it takes a while before she opens up lol

(She’s kind of like the boblin the goblin of the group in a way if you think about it lol)

Corey is half dead.

During his life, he took care of his mother and younger sister by going on quests and bringing back money. He would often ally with other adventurers to do this, and had a habit of only taking what his family needed of the rewards.

One day, on a quest to Dread Caverns- a cave system known for making your worst fears come to life- as they neared the center, where their prize was, he was betrayed.

Busted up in the fight, and with his head cracked open, he fell to the ground, left for dead, as the team he allied with ran off without him.

Fortunately for him, he landed on a healing potion he kept strapped to himself. Just in case. In the moments just after his heart stopped beating but just before his brain activity died, the glass pierced his skin, and the potion flowed into his body.

Because of this one in a billion timing, Corey was able to survive, subsisting mostly off of the world’s magic. He no longer has a heartbeat, and his left arm and leg no longer work, but he was alive, and stuck in dread caverns for about three years before Brook found him.

Corey has killed before in self defense. During his time In Dread Caverns many would come with the goal of killing him in mind, as rumors would spread of him being the reason the caverns were so dangerous.

Next is a reoccurring antagonist: Zeki.

They use She/They pronouns ;)

Zeki first appears after Dread Caverns in the story and is a well known infamous robber. She is known for kidnapping a member of her target group, and hypnotizing them to give her information and or infiltrate the group in order to easily incapacitate them. She smells of metal and is always followed by the sound of ticking clocks. She has multiple pocket watches hidden on her person at all times.

Zeki was originally the daughter of a prestigious family. They were expected to be perfect every second of every day, and were forced to learn parlor tricks to entertain guests. She would often sneak off into the middle of the night in order to destress and indulge in their true passion, whittling wood into beautiful sculptures. This went on for a long time before they were found out. All of her work was burned and destroyed, and she was cast out of the family with just the clothes on her back, and her grandfather’s pocket watch.

She almost starved before out of pure desperation they attempted one of the parlor tricks they learned. Light hypnosis. She managed to convince a passer by to give her some of their bread, and that was the beginning of their new life. Zeki would get more and more powerful every time they practiced.

Hypnosis only ever lasts from 3-5 days, but varies between that from person to person. Even after recovery, a person may relapse.

FINALLY!!! MY BOI!!!! CORVUS!!!

My lil plague doctor guy!!! I love him!!!

He never takes off his mask, he just doesn’t feel comfortable with it. The only reason he would take it off ever would be to clean it (even then, he makes sure nobody is around) or during a medical emergency.

Corvus is an actual, trained doctor! Which is part of the reason that Zeki decided to keep him as a part of their hypnotized entourage.

He is a sweet and caring guy, and just wants what’s best for everyone! No dark backstory for him other than being a part of Zeki’s crew for a bit, he’s just a lil guy! :3

I’m so sorry this is so long and I’m also sorry about the decrease in writing quality as it goes on lol this took me hours to type out XD

THANK YOU FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY TO INFODUMP IF YOU HAVE ANY SPECIFIC QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING LET ME KNOW ID BE HAPPY TO ANSWER!!!!

[starlightsuffered]

Sperm Donor

Info - unprotected sex, trying to get pregnant, jealousy, teasing, finger sucking, breeding kink, a little bit of hard Dom

“Positive?” Timothée asked Hopefully as I opened the bathroom door. I shook my head sadly.

Timothée and I had been married for five years. We had finally decided we were ready for kids. The issue was, I wasn’t getting pregnant. We had been trying since his birthday and nothing.

“No,” I sighed.

“Shit, I’m sorry baby,” Timothée said mournfully. He wrapped me in his arms and petted my hair.

“Maybe we should use a sperm donor,” I said jokingly.

“Excuse me?” Came the harsh response.

“Yeah, since you can’t get me pregnant,” I said casually. I could sense his jealousy and anger. For some reason, I wanted to poke this sleeping lion.

“Y/n,” Timothée growled. I secretly loved when he got this way.

“You jealous?” I asked. This was all I needed to say. I was thrown against the wall and kissed. I put my hands I. His hair and moaned.

He was stripping me all while one hand dove into my panties. He was rolling my bud of pleasure and I couldn’t help but jerk a couple times.

“Baby, I’m your husband,” he purred.

“But I’m not pregnant,” I responded just to get it rougher. He slapped my cunt.

“Are you saying you’re not grateful for my cum?” He asked.

“Load after load, but I’m not with child,” I said in a sing song voice. I knew this would piss him off. I was right. He threw me over his shoulder.

I was on the kitchen table, bare and displayed. Timothée was eating my pussy. His mouth was inside me. I was so wet and heady.

“You’re delicious, you sure I haven’t made you the bearer of my child?” He asked.

“Test says no,” I gasped out. Timothée made a face. He was on me in a second.

He entered me and began to fuck me like an animal. He was shoving his cock so deep inside me. He was even laughing. He was treasuring my desperation.

I lifted my legs and pressed them to my chest. He kept them there. He held my legs down. He kept fucking me wildly.

“You ask me if I’m jealous?” He asked as his long and hard cock was slamming into me.

“Of course I am. I am your fucking husband.”

“I-fuck, oh, fuck, Timothée,” I wailed.

“You want a sperm donor huh?” He asked me. I tried to answer but he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I suckled needily. My eyes rolled back in my head. He was going at me like an animal.

“As if you’d ever touch someone else’s sperm, you’re a fucking addict to me,” he chuckled darkly. I groaned. He took his hand away from my mouth.

“Mmmm, wanna suck,” I said in a pathetic voice.

“I thought you were thinking about sperm donors,” he teased me.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I gasped out. I couldn’t make words come out. I felt so good. I felt my toes curl. He lifted one of my legs so he could hit me at a deeper angle. My leg rested against his shoulder.

“Say it again. Say my sperm isn’t good enough,” he egged me on.

“Just, fuck, wanna be, oh shit, pregnant,” I squirmed.

“Oh you’ll be pregnant, I’m gonna breed this fucking cunt,” he growled and punctuated his words with thrusts. I was panting. Just those words leaving his mouth made me wetter.

“Breed,” I begged.

“That’s right princess,” he smirked.

“Breed me,” I pleaded.

“Yes darling,” he agreed. He bent over me and continued to slam in balls deep. He kissed me sloppily. Saliva was everywhere as our tongues met and caressed one another.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” I whined.

Timothée was massaging my sensitive breasts. His cock was buried inside me. I could feel him twitching as he possessively fucked me.

“What’s wrong with my sperm?” He whispered in my ear.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” I breathed.

“So you don’t mind if I dump my big load inside you?” He purred.

“Oh fuck, oh yes, please do it, breed me,” I moaned.

“Good girl!” He cried out. He began to shoot ropes and ropes deep inside my fertile womb. I was shaking with my own orgasm. We were both shaking and moaning as I was filled. He was still going, fucking his sperm further inside me. We were kissing again. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that he didn’t pull out.

“Let’s go again,” Timothée gasped. “Gotta fill you to bursting. I want to make you full.”

“Yes, make me round. Give me all your cum.”

Sure enough a couple days later I registered as pregnant. Timothée was so proud of himself he bred me all over again.

[bunnakit]

4 minutes ep 1 raw reactions

idk if i'm gonna delve too deep into this and do my normal analysis so for now i'll just type up my raw reactions as i'm watching lmao.

the title sequence is fucking stunning, obsessed.

ooh he has a maine coon. rich boy maybe? expensive cat and nice apartment.

i really enjoy that the heartbeat sounds in the elevator scene sound like a heartbeat heard through an ultrasound. very interesting.

but umm. if you're having severe chest pain and trouble breathing please see yourself to the hospital my friend???

oh ok definitely a rich boy, hello fancy car.

AAAAAA BAS, IT'S BAS, LSKJGAI MY LOVE, GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD

the music in this show is fucking gorgeous but like... also why so dramatic

ok so korn: transport -> investments (secret operation??? tf?) and they want great: university -> transport. got it.

ooh 12:39 okay i see you.

ooh 12:43 ok, 4 minutes, i'm listening.

OH. OH DON'T RUN THO

also like why was there a pedestrian in there???

OH. OK. INTERESTING.

i also hate that great initially ran bc now it's gonna take so much for me to like his char, which i'm sure is the point but still (；′⌒`)

aah. okay. i understand. it seems like she didn't want to do it tho. like yeah maybe suicide but... kinda seemed like suicide under coercion? or some form of intense external pressure.

HOLY SHIT JOB. THEY LET HIM OUT OF THE BE ON CLOUD VAULT. RUN BBY YOU'RE FREE.

HE'S SO THIN??? BBY ARE YOU EATING OKAY? i mean good for him if it was healthy and what he wanted tho.

this other doctor is so fucking hot tho who the fuck are you sir god DAMN. jaw for days.

ooh those dark spots on the ultrasound look like internal bleeding.

OH I'M SO SEXY AND SMART.

sexy doctor why shifty eyed??? i have a weird feeling about him. ok his name is tyme. as of rn we do not trust tyme.

more gorgeous music tho.

oh don't twirl your scissors like a douche.

he's got dead eyes and not much for facial expressions, he's freaking me out.

ew you don't even know your patient's name??? I DO NOT LIKE HIM SAM I AM, I DO NOT LIKE TYME EGGS AND HAM.

ok i dont like tyme but i WOULD like to see him and job's character fuck nasty. i am not immune to yaoi propaganda.

GOD BAS IS SO HOT I CAN'T GET OVER IT. I'VE MISSED HIM SO FUCKING MUCH. i love bible a lot but bas is everything to me. i used to reblog the same picture of him everyday. that's my sweet cheese, my good time boy, my rotten soldier.

oh i don't like this set up tho. this feels human trafficky. or like a no way in no way out. mmmm baby what do y smell is it death? OH LMAO IT'S GAMBLING. same thing kinda.

korn seems sensitive to smells, or maybe just smoke. he's just like me fr.

oooh curly hair girl isn't here to gamble, she's here for info of some kind.

OH BOYFRIEND TIME. OHHH OH I GET TO SEE BAS KISS MEN. LIKE I KNEW BC I SAW THE GIFS WHEN IT FIRST STARTED BUT UGH. I WAS NOT PREPARED. FUCK HE'S SO HOT. I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS. HELP.

the fact that he opens up to his boyfriend and talks about his troubles as much as he reasonably can o(T ▽ To)

oh my god get OFF HIM there's no way your refractory period is that short.

not a huge fan of how korn came over, dumped his issues, had sex, and left tho. not great.

obsessed with this asymmetrical collar of great's shirt tho.

yeah i do love that no one fucking asks if great is ok, how he's doing, etc. he just went through something horribly traumatic and he could've been hurt, like. yuck. and his mom seems sweet but the fake sweet, like saccharine.

ooh why does his watch say 11:00??? something's gonna happen, huh.

fuck bas has an fantastic ass. i know we saw it but it somehow looks even better in those pants, my god.

7:13...

ugh i love brothers that can only be (mostly) themselves around each other. i really hope that's the direction this is going. two gorgeous gorgeous men on my screen, just an absolute feast for my eyes.

omg wait. wait. korn doesn't like the smell of cigarettes and he doesn't want great smoking. is there cigarette trauma? or does his dislike of cigarettes come from his concern for his brother's health?

OH facial expressions from tyme!! what a little grandma's boy.

11 am....

exploring the psychological depths of near-death experiences. the '4-minutes' phenomenon.

INCHRESTING. was manee coerced into suicide by someone trying to obtain a real time test subject for this phenomenon???

ooh he took the stairs today.

4th floor... 1:10 (13:10)... room 4... 1:11 (13:11)... ran into tyme outside room 1... at 1:14 (13:14)...

so in theory is each cardiac event he's suffering technically a near-death moment which is triggering the 4 minutes phenomenon where he has an out of body moment where he can see future events???

oooh he ran into him again. perhaps to show some things are simply inevitable?

damn the end sequence is gorgeous too.

fuck. i might be obsessed. uh oh.

god damn it sammon, you got me again.

wait so back to when it was 7:13pm... 19:13... 9+1=10, 3+1=4 so more 1s and 4s ₍ ˶•̀⤙•˶ ₎ hmmm

idk if i'm cooking or burning the kitchen down but i'm excited to find out

[allaround-smuttime]

Oc info dump lol

Based on my shiny male gardevoir by the same name in my Pokémon violet game.

Adrian

Male shiny gardevoir with red eyes

Has telepathy (so he can talk)

Enjoys fucking his trainer.

Hard Dom you can’t tell me no

Size: mmmm 9 inches with sayyyyyy a 4 inch girth

Kinks:

Edging: giving

Overstim: giving

Dumbification: giving

Oral: giving/receiving (he loves receiving most tho)

Move usage: will use Psychic on his trainer a lot but that it. (Maybe draining kiss if he’s feeling extra sadistic)

Degradation: giving (obviously he will degrade the shit out of you)

Ie- “fucking slut” “how would your friends feel to see you coming undone to your Pokémon’s touch?”

Praise: giving

Ie- “you got one more in there for me, yeah?” Such a good girl, cum for me again”

Anal: giving (you will not be able to walk. You better use miradon or else you ain’t going anywhere)

Breeding: giving (the best thing about him being a pokemon is that he can’t actually get you pregnant. But he will certainly dirty talk like he can)

Ie- “gonna fuck my cum so deep in ya. Gonna fuck a baby ralts into ya”

Face fucking ( your throat will absolutely be sore after. Let’s hope you don’t have to talk to anyone)

Face sitting

Favorite positions:

Mating press

Cowgirl (don’t get any funny ideas. You may be on top. But he’s still in charge)

Doggy style (if you are in this position, he will fucking pull your hair)

69 (this one is self explanatory)

[carica-ficus]

"Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries"

11/01/2024

Reading progress: 230/315 (73%)

Read through since last update: 64

It's been a few days, so time for another update! I'mma keep it short since I don't have a lot to say outside my notes this time.

So, without further ado:

HOW CAN EMILY BE SO SMART, AND YET SO STUPID??? She went to the faerie relm on her own??? Leaving Wendell behind because she thought he'd be in danger? Or that his reactions will be unexpected?? Oh, girl. Sweet child.

I knew there was something about Shadow that was just waiting to be revealed! I was just thinking to myself that it's interesting how he's present to the story, but is often nust in the background, which is a little unusual for a pet character in a book. They usually get more screen-time, so it was obvious that Shadow was not being used to his full potential. Firstly as a dog and a guardian, and secondly as the magical creature he is.

Oh, and it's interesting when Emily said he is her lifelong companion, signifying that she was involved with Folk from a very young age. I'm guessing she had been involved with Fae even before she became obsessed with them through books.

I love that Wendell made her coat magical. Cute.

OOOOOH!!! Wendell's relative!! Cool cool cool cool.

Wendell's entry in Emily's journal was so cute.

Also, damn, this boy has a temper. Slay 💅

I'm really glad they saved Lilja and Margaret in the end. And it was so sweet to see all the villagers trying to show their thanks.

Not Emily digging herself deeper into the hole after insinuating Lilja was an alcoholic. 💀 (but same, girl. It happens. 😔)

Oho, Leopold. 👀 Having a long-term boyfriend and a steady, healthy relationship with another person? Emily has some game.

Ok, but in all seriousness, I love how Lilja and Margaret teased Emily because of her lack of romantic experience, but not out of malice. They were just surprised. They see Emily as intelligent, capable, interesting, fearless, and pretty. Of course they'll assume she has a partner. And I like how Fawcett builds up to this moment without any comments about Emily's lack of social skills. The fact that she comes off as awkward and introverted, doesn't mean that stops her from pursuing a romantic interest. That's why this chapter works out so well.

There's... quite a few deus ex machina moments in this book. And I do overlook the common info-dumps because they work in this format, but sometimes there's some paragraphs that do reveal too much detail.

Mmmm the storyline with the changeling is a little convoluted. But I'll accept it, sure.

I really loved that scene where the dad has trouble accepting his son is back and then hugs Emily. It's so sweet.

Aaa soft Wendell is my favorite Wendell! I love how Fawcett perfectly hides his emotions through Emily's POV, but then makes them so obvious. They're both really cute.

Okay, damn Wendell. Way to go with the proposal. That was a little... Forced? Out of the blue? Kinda awkward if you asked me. I felt as if this scene just didn't fit there. There wasn't much build up before it, none which would hint at Wendell confessing his feelings, let alone proposing.

BUT THAT KISS? 😭❤️❤️❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭

You know what, I'll prefer an awkward, insecure, imperfect first kiss to a passionate and flawless one every day. Wendell and Emily barely ever show physical affection to each other. Their whole relationship is based on care, consideration and a strong friendship, and stepping from such a structure to a romantic relationship is a BIG change, especially considering Emily has difficulties in social communication.

AND WENDELL'S LITTLE SMILE AT THE END???? 😭😭😭😭

I'm such a sucker for love as soft as theirs. I love a good slowburn. And I think this pairing might have changed how I feel about the friends-to-lovers trope. It's been a while since I've read a book that manages to utilize this trope to my liking.

My friends and I have a little live book discussion scheduled next Friday, so I have to finish till then, but I think I'll manage to read through it during this weekend.

[satanslittleyogi]

Yogi grinned gleefully at the enthusiasm with which Valentino accepted his gift. There was no better feeling for the imp than being the reason for someone’s brightened mood — and this? this mood shift within the moth overlord was a blissful tranquility that had banished a truly foul mood.

Crimson eyes widened almost comically as the velvety red wings of the moth sinner swept apart to reveal his naked form. Yogi was barely aware of the way that his gaze trailed up and down Valentino’s body as though in a trance — luckily, he snapped out of it soon enough, and collected his jaw from the floor. For the record, the shock didn’t stem from any kind of negative judgement. No way! Yogi would be the first to say that there was nothing shameful about nudity. Being naked nurtured a healthy relationship between the soul and it’s vessel. It’s just…uh, well, he wasn’t used to seeing someone naked on their first meeting. Well, unless they were, like, a one-night stand or something, but Val was a client.

“I have a good eye~” the sunny response was delivered with a bright grin. The imp then tilted his head to the side with bright-eyed curiosity, “culito” he repeated the word soft and slow, as thought testing it on his tongue, “…what does that mean?” Valentino had called him that a few times now, but his spanish left a lot to be desired.

Yogirt didn’t need to be told twice, merely dropping his notepad unceremoniously onto the couch and floating behind the fascinating man when beckoned. As soon as his eyes settled upon the jacuzzi, he practically swooned — little hearts appearing in the wisps of smoke above the candle on his head. “Woooooooow~” he muttered, running his fingertips across the ceramic perimeter, “…Val, it’s so beautiful~ my apartment only has a shitty shower that keeps dousing me in cold water mid-shower...” The memory sent a shiver rolling down his spine.

There wasn’t even a flicker of hesitation before delicate fingers unfastened his shirt, kicking off his platform boots and allowing all of his clothes fall to a heap on the floor. Yogi sunk into the water, a low moan vibrating in his chest as the warm water soothed his body. The delightful scent of roses wafting through his senses as he inhaled deeply. “Mmmm~ You know, in aromatherapy, the scent of rose is responsible for opening the heart chakra, which is the centre of self-love as well as love of others,” he info-dumped merrily.

Yogirt parted his lips with a thoughtful comeback lingering enticingly on his tongue — however, it was clear that he thought better of it and merely closed his mouth once more. The imp didn’t have the energy to defend himself from these laziness accusations…wait, fuck. That kind of proved Val’s point. Look, it wasn’t his fault that he was born with a naturally high level of spiritual tranquility. If that made him ‘lazy’ then so be it. It didn’t make him an unsatisfying lover, it just meant that he, sometimes, liked to focus more on giving emotionally supportive comments rather than putting his back into the physicality of the act. That was still a valid role~

There was a sense of satisfaction that swelled into Yogirt’s chest as saw how the pimp melted at the words. Brightly, he confidently wrote the words ‘likes praise’ on his list of observations. Massages were good, and for some people, nothing was better than a massaging of their ego.

Delicate hands clapped together softly in excitement as Valentino seemed to grow more enthusiasm for this whole arrangement. You know, maybe this wasn’t actually going to be as difficult as he’d originally thought — he should trust more in the universe’s plan. After all, he wouldn’t be in this position if he wasn’t entirely capable. “Exactly! an open-mind and exploration are key because the more you explore, the more you’ll realise… the universe doesn’t just exist around you—it exists within you.” Humming softly to himself, the imp began to rummage around in his heavy, tie-dye, tote bag: he pulled out a few objects and set them atop the side table “…we have so many options. Remember, keep what resonates and dismiss whatever doesn’t…” he began to explain, settling a candle, a bottle of scented massage oil, a valentino-sized necklace of purple, amethyst, beads.

“These are just to showcase a few options we have~” he hummed out as he lifted his warm, crimson, gaze back up to peer thoughtfully at Valentino. “I think you’d respond well to aroma therapy. Nicely scented candles work well to promote tranquility but similarly, massages that utilise aromatherapy can combine the physical and mental relaxation in a truly unique and powerful way.” Truly, one of the best ways to decompress and feel one with your body — and, importantly, in a way separate to sex. The imp then gestured to the necklace, “This is a gift. A token of our continued work together…the beads are amethyst, a crystal that promotes calming — and will look glamorous against your lavender skin~ Oh! and you can fiddle with the beads if you find yourself getting antsy.” Which, from what Yogirt had seen, was something that happened fairly frequently.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Hello there may I request the Dimitrescu daughters celebrating their s/o birthday, it’s my birthday today☺️

Happy belated birthday, anon!!! Wishing you many more happy (and hopefully less chaotic) years to come! Under read more for length.

Bela + Birthday

On one hand, she wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up. On the other hand, she’s got a million things planned, and no matter how much help she enlists, she’s bound to end up running late. So maybe she’s not the first thing you see, but she’s crawling into your bed before you have a chance to fully wake up. Wrapping her arms around you, murmuring ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ into your ears. Sleepy kisses all around<3

Will stay with you for as long as you want, but will ‘subtly’ encourage you to get up eventually, after all she’s spent the past month planning this day. It’s possible that she’ll end up slowly sliding out of bed, an inch a minute, saying ‘no more kisses until you get up’.

Once you’re out of bed, it’s time for a decadent breakfast. A whole buffet table filled with your favorites (the ones appropriate for this time of day, at least), with any servants you’re friends with being allowed to join in. If you’re not from Romania, Bela will go out of her way to have the cooks learn recipes from whatever country you grew up in. Might throw in a few non-breakfast items too. Mmmm, thinking about my family’s krumkake recipe now, so good<3

What happens next depends a lot on your specific personality. If you enjoy parties and social gatherings, there will be festivities in one of the castle’s larger rooms, again with any of your friends being allowed to join (even visitors from the village, should you wish to invite them). A large cake will be served, likely baked by none other than Ava Caldwell (please excuse my shameless OC mention).

If you’re more introverted, or shy, Bela will keep the gathering very small, likely just her family and you. There will be music, a few gifts from the family, similar but smaller treats. Less energetic, more casual and comfy family time.

Come lunch time, the two of you will have some private time again. Depending on weather/season, she’ll either take you for a picnic in the garden, or a quiet meal in the observatory. Think candles, lots of strategically placed flowers, warm blankets… all that cheesy stuff. Afterwards, she’ll let you take the reins for a bit. Essentially, you’ll spend some quality time doing your favorite hobbies together. Feel free to info dump/rant all you want, Bela will stare at you with love in her eyes regardless of the subject.

Once you’ve had your fun together, it’ll be time for dinner, which will once more be with her family. Everyone will be on their best behavior (under threat of blackmail, except for Alcina, who’s just, you know, a good mother who wants her daughter to be happy). Again the cooks will go all out for the meal, making whatever dishes weren’t appropriate for breakfast. There will probably be leftovers- unless, of course, you decide to let the other servants enjoy what you cannot finish.

Finally, before bed, Bela will let you open the gifts from her. The two of you will be in either her room or her private study, away from everyone else. She’ll have prepared 3 gifts for you. One will relate to your personal interests (a hobby, a movie/book series you love, etc), one will be something the two of you can do together, and the last will be something you can wear/keep on you to remind you of her (not that you could ever forget, really).

I’ll leave the detail of what happens that night to your imagination, dear reader, so as to not assume anything about *ahem* attractions, gender, or any possible… deviances (kinks, if that wasn’t clear). Regardless, there is cuddling<3

Cassandra + Birthday

Wakes you up, first thing in the morning, with kisses. Just crawls into bed with you and smothers you in somewhat sleepy affection. Do you know how hard it was for her to get up at this hour? Relatively! Which is why you’re not allowed to get up get up, at least not for a while. Mandatory girlfriend snuggles. No escape. If the two of you are, ya know, of the persuasion to do certain things… without clothing… then yeah, that’s probably also happening. Please don’t judge me, I’m tired (and asexual) and am trying to avoid this being unnecessarily ns/fw.

Doesn’t really want to share you at all, even on your birthday, but will let you mingle with friends/have a nice group breakfast if that’s what you want. Just expect to be sitting in her lap for as long as she can get you to, alright? Might tone it down if her family is around (okay, well, if her mother is around). Will pretend to judge people for whatever gifts they get you unless you specifically ask her to stop. Repeatedly whispers things in your ears to distract you, ranging from the audaciously inappropriate to “my gift is going to be so much better than that” to very sweet “I love you”s.

Lets you plan as much or as little as you want for your special day, though won’t hesitate to suggest things if you struggle to come up with stuff/can’t decide. Again, she’d prefer to spend as much of the day with you as possible, and would prefer your gatherings be very small. Like, maybe just the two of you. Going on a hike to your favorite spot, or painting together (even if you don’t know what you’re doing, because she’ll get nice and close to help ;) ), or just curling up with her somewhere cozy.

Whatever you end up doing for the day, she’ll probably have a servant pack you guys some lunches, so you don’t have to interrupt whatever you’re doing.

Dinner will be… a surprise. Planning is not her area of expertise, so Cassandra will enlist the help of her older sister, resulting in a romantic meal that, well, at least has hints of your girlfriend’s personality in it. Yes, she picked out the color of the napkins. Yes, the flowers she had asked for turned out to be poisonous, so yes they did have to swap them out last minute. Oops, you darn humans and your ‘mortal weaknesses’. Honestly, the display is very touching. She asked for help to do something nice for you<3

At the end of the night, she’ll take you to her art studio, where there’s a big painting that’s been covered up for a few days or so. She’ll pull the sheet off, oddly shy, and you’ll see it’s a lovely portrait of the two of you… except you’ll be wearing a necklace that you’ve never seen before. Which Cassandra will quickly pull out of her pocket, to give you as the second part of your gift :D

Cue a night of cuddling (and possibly other activities… such as sleeping).

Daniela + Birthday

Might as well bodyslam you first thing in the morning, honestly. She’s very excited, and loves you very much, and just wants to have some nice morning cuddling (and kissing). Solution? Make sure that she spends the previous night in the same bed as you. Seriously, it’ll save you a fair amount of pain.

Has the least planned of the three, despite having the most ideas, mostly because she struggles to actually organize things. Expect to spend however long you want in bed, just relaxing, probably still with lots of kisses and cheesy dialogue about how much she loves you. When you get up, however, the two of you will be surprised to see that Daniela’s family decided to help her get shit together.

There will be a nice breakfast, with your friends present, and Bela might even delay her own meal just to play some music for you. Afterwards, the family will give you their gifts. They won’t make you open them yet if you decide to save it for later, though, so no worries.

Then, you and Daniela will be encouraged to go out and have some fun. Which means a nice almost-picnic in the gardens, with less of a meal, more of some sweets/snackies. Cue more cuddling, and dorky poetry reading. The poetry will always start out serious… but by the end you’ll both be trying to find the lamest, cheesiest poems you can get, reading them to each other in increasingly ridiculous voices. Somehow you’ll end up reciting dirty limericks. Eventually you realize that Daniela isn’t even going through her books to find them, and is actually making them up as she goes. You’re not sure you want to know how she gained this skill.

Eventually you’ll head back inside, for lunch. At this point, there will be more music, some optional dancing, with a surprising amount of servants being allowed to just enjoy themselves. If parties aren’t your thing, Daniela will be more than willing to sneak you off somewhere more… private. For various reasons, you know. Doesn’t have to be anything more than cuddling. But this is Daniela we’re talking about, so…

The evening will mostly be up to you, with Daniela wanting to do whatever you want to do, even if it’s not something she’d normally enjoy. She just wants you to be happy<3

Dinner will be romantic, like with Cassandra, if admittedly far more chaotic. Still, it’s very lovely, and she’ll probably get adorably flustered as she tries to make things perfect for you. Expect her to get you multiple smaller gifts, and repeatedly mention that she wasn’t sure what to get you, so she kinda just… got everything. It might be best to reassure her that you mostly care about spending time with her. But, you know, also tell her you enjoy the gifts because she really did panic about them.

[chimaeracabra]

Cooking for Cap

Author’s Note: I’m Nigerian. Lately I’ve been cooking a lot of jollof rice, wanting something new to eat in quarantine times. It’s one of my favorite dishes. Lots of autobiographical info thrown in here.

Genre: Fluff/romance

           Captain Steve Rogers leans attentively against the counter in the kitchen, watching Ada mete out a mess of seasonings he has never cooked with in his life. The centenarian usually ate whatever Sam, Bucky, Wanda, or Nat cooked. He isn’t very handy around the kitchen; he can make a good sandwich, a burger, the standard American diet, but he doesn’t know his way around cooking much where boiling isn’t involved. Ada’s umber gaze meets Steve’s and he blushes a little bit, returning her smile. Her teeth could have literally shined, they were so white in contrast to her rich espresso skin.

           “I’ve heard of thyme,” he nods, as she holds the bottle up his way before dumping a large teaspoon of the herb into a saucer, where she had already collected sea salt, curry powder, and bay leaves.

           “And this?” she asks, holding up a small clear bottle of something he hasn’t used before. The Captain’s wheat gold eyebrows arch as he reads the label.

           “Cayenne…wait, isn’t that the stuff they put in pepper spray?” he asks a little nervously.

Ada laughs.

           “I think so. But don’t worry, it’s still edible. And I never make it too spicy for…well…” Had it not been for the deepness of her complexion, Steve would have seen Ada blush, “when I cook it for other people,” she finishes, her eyes lingering a moment on his exposed forearms. They’re noticeably milky, in stark contrast to the black shirt he’s wearing, which hugs his shoulders such that Ada can see the bulge of his muscles when he shifts, standing up straight and gripping the counter. Measuring half a tea spoon of the lethal spice and adding it to the saucer, Ada’s heart throbs slightly as Steve smiles and starts around the counter until he’s standing next to her, seemingly mesmerized.

           “The recipe actually calls for one and a half teaspoons of cayenne, plus a Scotch bonnet pepper, which I hardly ever use,” she explains, reaching for garlic and plucking about four cloves to peel.

           “And I always like to do my garlic and ginger fresh,” she explains, sparing him a glance. As she peels the garlic, Steve’s white hand gracefully reaches for the plate of seasonings she’s compiling and he lifts it slowly to his nose. He closes his icy eyes and sniffs it gently.

           “Mmmm,” he hums. Ada can just about feel this expression of satisfaction rumbling deep within his chest. He places the saucer back where it was gently.

           “I can’t wait to try it, Ada,” he admits, “Aside from Thai food, I haven’t really had much of anything with all these powerful flavors,” Steve explains.

           “Oh, yes, it’s—”

           “ACHOOO!”

Steve had abruptly turned away from her in time to catch his sneeze, which causes Ada to laugh.

           “Yeah. You never want to straight up sniff pepper,” she says, “Especially not cayenne.”

           “Noted,” Steve sniffles, turning back to her, “Burns a little,” he says with an awkward smile, scratching the back of his neck. His nose has pinkened now and Ada knows that another sneeze is coming. The Captain makes it to the roll of paper towels and catches his sneeze, his ears met with the pleasant ring of Ada’s laughs. She wonders, had she had the actual pepper, whether the star-spangled hero would have been able to handle her jollof. Steve is so overtly strong that it was rather amusing to Ada that a bit of spice could pretty much take him out.

           “Wow, that’s powerful,” he notes, before sneezing again, walking around the counter and returning to his safe distance from Ada’s preparation.

           “It smelled good, though,” he admits, his eyes fixed on what she’s doing with genuine interest. Ada opens the food processor and drops the cloves of garlic in before finally peeling some fresh ginger and adding a smaller amount of the herb to the food processor. It’s loud for about thirty seconds before the device yields the desired result. She adds the minced garlic and ginger to the saucer with everything else. To Steve’s relief, Ada had purchased pre-chopped onions. She had admitted to hating cutting them herself. She often had to use goggles, they made her eyes so sensitive. The red of the bell pepper pops against Ada’s espresso fingers, and the sight is oddly satisfying to Steve’s sapphire gaze. He watches her chop and de-seed all three bell peppers before chopping two plump tomatoes, and adding the onions, peppers, and tomatoes to the Ninja Blender Natasha had bought for the kitchen not too long ago.

It doesn’t take long for the mixture to be like a soup, which Steve observes, having moved around the counter again to stand closer to Ada.

           “This you can safely sniff,” she grins, opening the blender. Steve’s hands brush hers lightly as he reaches for it, and his heart skips a beat. Her laugh chimes in his ears again as he closes his frosty eyes and takes a sniff of the blended vegetables.

           “Smells kinda like…salsa?” he says.

           “It pretty much is, at the moment,” Ada beams. He places the blender on the counter again.

           “Now, will you mix the herbs in?” she asks, handing Steve a wooden spoon. He’s honored she’s allowing him to do anything at this point. He had asked several times before she even started whether he could lend a hand, and Natasha had passed through at one point to tell him to “let the woman cook. He wasn’t Nigerian and didn’t know his way around their food,” which had caused the Captain to roll his eyes genuinely, but it made Ada laugh. And he loved when Ada laughed because her perfect teeth would show and just be so bright against her skin. It made his stomach do summersaults. Steve mixes the herbs into the blended vegetables as thoroughly as he can after removing the blender’s blades.

          He watches Ada pour a half cup of vegetable oil into a large pan and cover it with a lid. At some point between preparing the herbs and chopping the vegetables, she had measured one and a half cups of water and poured it into a separate pot on the stove with the heat medium. She now dumps two and a half cups of brown rice into the pot to parboil it.

          “And then all you do is heat the oil, simmer the vegetable mix, and add in the rice,” she explains, throwing away the peels from the garlic and ginger, the pieces of the bell peppers she omitted.

          “I bet it’s going to smell delicious.” Steve mixes until the herbs are evenly dispersed, “Can I pour it?” he asks.

          “In about ten minutes. Just need the rice to finish parboiling.”

           “Oh, okay.”

          “Normally, we use medium-grain rice in jollof. But I love brown rice,” Ada smiles. Steve loved brown rice, too. It was heartier, more satisfying than white rice. In fact, he thought it more visually appealing, as far as meal preparation went. It was just so earthy and healthy.

          “If my dad saw what kind of rice I use, he would probably roll over in his grave.”

          At this, Steve laughs genuinely, Ada following suit. He liked that she shared things like this with him. It wasn’t very hard to get to know Ada. From the moment he’d begun to train her, Ada had stood out among the other recruits in a way that Steve couldn’t really put his finger on. Maybe it was something in the way that her laugh made his heart race, or her cheekbones which could have cut diamonds, or the perfect way her hips were wide and swung when she walked, Steve blushing now as Ada traipses to the trash to throw away pieces of unused vegetable. He swallows hard. He has never really seen an ass like that.

           “Are you okay?”

           “Huh?”

           “You didn’t sniff that cayenne again, did you?”

           “What?”

           “Your face is so red, Steve,” Ada explains.

Steve glances out the window, and Ada senses the faintest bit of nervousness emanating off of him.

           “Guess that pepper got into the air a bit,” he says.

And he turns away in time to catch another sneeze in his elbow. Little does Ada know that this sneeze was in fact fake. Steve pulls himself together, hearing the sound of the refrigerator dispensing filtered water behind him. When he turns around, Ada is already approaching him with a glass of water.

           “Here you go.”

           “Thanks,” he says, and he blushes like a cherry for a moment. Ada begins to wonder if it was really the cayenne that had gotten to him again.

           “How long does it cook for?”

           “Maybe forty minutes. I usually lose count after thirty. I just like it to cook long enough that the rice is neither squishy, nor too al dente.”

He nods.

           “And the other key ingredient, which I don’t personally use, is a bouillon cube.”

           “Hmmm, I’ve never heard of a b…bou,” Steve struggles with the word, which makes Ada hold back a laugh, “B...booollon cube.” Ada starts laughing and Steve pulls his phone out of his pocket and Googles it. The phone says it and he repeats it correctly with finality, looking rather satisfied with himself.

           “Yes. It’s a—”

           “Stock cube. A type of broth, formed into a small cube about thirteen millimeters wide, typically made from dehydrated vegetables, meat stock, a small portion of fat, MSG, salt, and seasonings, shaped into a small cube,” Steve finishes, flashing her a smile, and pocketing his iPhone. Ada nods.

           “Well, I think what you already used will be more than enough seasonings for me,” he adds, “Plus, I swear I’ve heard some bad news about MSG.”

           “Yeah, that’s part of why I don’t use it,” Ada explains.

           “Did your dad use bouillon cubes?”

           “He did, actually. But I can’t remember him ever making jollof. I do remember him making rice and stew, and when I was in fourth grade, he’d make a lot of it, and my mom would come into the classroom and read about Kwanzaa to my class, hand out the food, and everybody loved it,” Ada continues, this faraway, nostalgic expression surfacing on her face as she leans back against the sink, her arms crossed as she nods into the gustatory memory.

           “Yes, and my mum would bring in these kente cloth scarves and give one to everybody. My classmates really liked the way my mom would read the Kwanzaa book.”

           “It’s like Hanukkah, sort of,” Steve chimes excitedly, “Well, I mean you still have that candle stand, which looks kind of like a menorah. But it’s like a celebration of the harvest, isn’t it?”

When Ada’s umber gaze meets Steve’s again, his pulse quickens.

           “I spent a little bit of time in Wakanda and I was there during some of it,” Steve adds. He’s cultured, curious, open, and eager to learn, something which Ada finds rather delightful.

           “Hmmm, let’s see…” Steve’s frosty gaze is cast skywards momentarily, “There are seven principles. Umoja, for unity in the family and community. Ujima, collective work and responsibility…boy, there’s a bunch I won’t even try to pronounce or I’ll butcher it,” he grins. Ada finds herself very impressed suddenly, especially considering how much trouble he’d had pronouncing bouillon, a French word. The principles just sort of rolled off Steve’s tongue as though he’d said the words regularly.

           “You know a lot more than most people.”

Steve shrugs.

           “Well, that’s a shame. African history is American history.”

           “Very true.”

Ada’s heart swells. There’s a moment of silence between the two, where they’re just looking at each other. Steve shifts slightly, his brawny arms traveling from across his chest, his hands landing on the counter on either side of him. There’s a noticeable vibe or tension between them, so thick that the pair is almost certain they could cut it with a knife.

           “Do you actively celebrate?” Steve asks.

           “Me? Oh, my family did. Sometimes, one of my aunts would invite everyone over and one of my uncles would lead a libation in Igbo,” Ada smiles, lost in memory again, “And in my immediate family, we did it when I was growing up. But over the years, we just kinda got lazy and kept forgetting to light the kinara—the candle holder. So, eventually, we stopped.”

Steve looking rather sad to hear so makes Ada feel the same way.

           “That’s too bad,” he says, “People don’t really observe holidays like they did when I was coming up. We used to actually go to church and mass for Christmas. I never really got that many gifts growing up poor, and now it’s all the kids ever care about. They don’t really understand the significance of the holiday anymore. Same applies to a number of other holidays.”

           “I agree. It’s gotten very…secular.”

Steve sighs wistfully, shakes his head in disappointment.

           “Ada, I tell you, if I had kids, they’d understand their roots and the history behind that. It really teaches values that people don’t exactly bother to pass down in quite the same way in this day and age.” His gaze makes her uncomfortable suddenly, but not in a bad way. Just the way he was talking made it feel like it was about her specifically. Sometimes she forgets just how old Steve is. It’s very clear to her that his life experiences have taught him things in a similar, yet vastly different way. He could appreciate things like this in ways many people were simply not open to in her experience.

           “That makes sense. I mean, I couldn’t really tell you everything about Kwanzaa, if I’m honest. But the food is just so vivid to me.”

           “Food is something everybody likes, right?” Steve beams, “It’s a great way to experience culture.”

           Ada nods, “I’ve never made it myself, but my dad used to make fufu—”

Steve snaps his fingers, “I’ve had that. With the spicy soup? Burnt the mouth off me when T’Challa had me try it,” Steve reminisces. Ada laughs.

           “Very tasty, though.”

           “Yes, that’s why it’s called pepper soup,” she giggles, “You’re brave, Steve.”

           “He warned me, too,” the Captain grins, “But I liked the flavors.”

           “So, then my jollof will be less than mild for you.”

The timer goes off and Steve checks the rice with an oven mitt.

           “This ready?” he asks, gazing into the steaming pot. Ada hurries over to dip her spoon in the side and check that the water is gone. When she finds that it has all evaporated, she nods and turns on the pot inside which she had poured the vegetable oil.

           “Now, we just heat this oil up, and you can add in the vegetable mix.”

Steve reaches for the blender full of blended onions, bell peppers, tomatoes, and herbs, removing the lid and closing his bright eyes to inhale a few more times. There’s something almost erotic about the way his chiseled face develops such a satisfied look. And he gazes down at her, the corner of his full, pink lips curling. Ada melts for a handful of seconds, beginning to sweat a little bit. She suddenly tears her gaze away and uses the same oven mitt with which Steve had checked the rice to lift the lid off the pan of oil and find that it is beginning to bubble and pop.

           “Shit,” she mumbles, “go ahead, before the oil splashes.” She moves clear out of Steve’s way and he pours the vegetable mix into the pan, her ears perking up to the sizzling noise that it makes.

           “Wow,” Steve states, turning the heat down, something Ada was about to do when he beat her to it. He reaches for the wooden spoon and stirs the mix into the oil, as if he has cooked this hundreds of times before.

           “Is this good?” he asks.

           “Yes. You’ve definitely gotta turn the heat down so it doesn’t burn.”

Steve nods. Shortly, he places the lid back on the pot to get it to heat up the vegetable mix faster.

           “And once that’s hot enough, add the rice?”

           “You’re a natural,” Ada shrugs, impressed with his eagerness to cook. Steve has been wanting to get better at cooking, and his hands-on approach allows her to relax a little bit.

           “In the meantime, I’m gonna go ahead and wash these.”

Ada retrieves the blender and the food processor.

           “You’ve already worked so hard. Don’t add in extra work for yourself,” Steve explains, taking the blender out of her hands before she can put it in the sink and opening the dishwasher, which still has dirty dishes from breakfast in it, and the pan on which Wanda had made some sort of Sokovian pancakes for everyone. Ada loves this about being on the team. Everyone is so warm and inviting to her so far, sharing their homelands in the kitchen. She finds herself looking forward to some Asgardian dish Thor had decided to cook for dinner.

           Steve’s milky hand brushes Ada’s as he takes the food processor, disassembling it, and placing the parts strategically in the dishwasher. He then reaches into the cupboard for a clean dishtowel, soaking it under hot water, and adding a little dish liquid before rubbing it to get suds and approaching the counter where she’d prepared ingredients. Ada lifts the cutting board out of his way and pauses at the sink to watch Steve wipe the counter clean. She had seen him clean up before, but something about it is very appealing and she turns away to finally wash the cutting board, glad he can’t see her blush. By the time she turns around, she finds Steve spooning the rice into the pan. She leans against the counter to watch him stir until everything is evenly dispersed. He places the lid on again, turning to look at her.

           “Thirty minutes? Forty?” he asks.

           “Just do thirty for now.”

His fingers punch in the numbers and he looks rather satisfied with himself. His stomach growls audibly and he blushes.

           “The stomach doesn’t lie!”

Ada giggles.

           “Can you wait that long?” she asks.

           “Of course. How about some coffee in the meantime?”

Before Ada can answer, Steve is already pulling the French press and his favourite brand of coffee out of his area in the cupboards. Steve loves coffee. It’s his favorite part of the day, and everyone knows never to borrow Steve’s coffee without asking first. He just wasn’t himself in the morning without it. He preps it all so quickly, producing two large mugs by the time Ada answers him.

           “Sure, I’ll have a little.”

           “A little? Come on,” he says, that New Yorker accent making its way out of his mouth. He winks, causing Ada’s heart to race again. The scooper looks comically small in Steve’s large hand as he scoops a generous amount of the ground beans into the French press. Ada helps him by filling the kettle and placing it on the stove. Steve turns it up high, eager for his coffee.

           “It’s starting to smell good.” Steve hovers near the cooking rice and inspires deeply.

           “It’s my favorite west African dish.”

           “I can always tell by the smell that I’m gonna like something,” Steve explains.

Shortly, the kettle whistles and Steve wastes no time in pouring the boiling water into the French press.

           “You take cream and sugar?” Steve asks, stepping towards the fridge.

           “Uh, I can’t do dairy.”

           “Oh, right. I forgot, sorry,” he explains, glancing back at her before finding her almond milk. He shakes the bottle, something he has seen Ada do several times in the morning before adding some of it to her cereal. He glances at the bottle.

           “You, uh, like vanilla?” he asks. Again, she’s glad he can’t see her blushing.

           “I don’t know what kind of psychopath uses plain almond milk in their cereal,” Ada explains, cocking an eyebrow. This causes Steve to laugh heartily as he places the milk on the counter beside the French press. Ada’s humor is very unique, he has learned, and it always leaves his gut aching, especially when she doesn’t laugh nearly as hard as something she’s said causes others to laugh.

           “Well, you’re in luck, doll,” he says. Doll. Ada has heard him call only his closest female acquaintances this nickname, but something about the way he says it to her is just unique, “‘Cause I only do French vanilla for coffee. I’ll do hazelnut every now and then, but something about vanilla…”

           Many times, Ada had passed by Steve in the kitchen and he’d been caught off guard by something he’d smell. It took a while, but he had begun to realize that it was Ada’s skin or hair. He never got quite close enough to distinguish which part of her it was, but it always smelled very pleasant to him. As she turns on her heel to bring the saucer she had put the herbs on to the dishwasher, her braids whip slightly in their pony tail, and Steve catches the scent again. He closes his eyes in the moment, not wanting the aroma to dissipate. He turns away towards the counter again, unable to fight the fire beneath his cheeks. He keeps his back turned as he presses the plunger down slowly, forcing the coffee beans under pressure, releasing their oils and scent.

           She hasn’t had the pleasure of Steve making her a coffee yet, but he always would if anyone asked. His nisus to get her a cup fascinates her as she watches him lift the lid of the French press. Carefully, he brings it to her nose and she takes a whiff.

           “Wow, that’s powerful,” she says, closing her eyes. Steve smiles.

           “Trust me, you won’t find a brand as good as this one anywhere else,” he promises, handing her the bag so that she can read the label.

           She watches Steve pour and mix some vanilla almond milk into her cup, stirring it gently.

           “You may not even need sugar,” he says, pouring his own cup next. He adds one spoon of sugar to his cup before taking her almond milk back to the fridge. He makes his way back to the counter without the milk.

           “You don’t use creamer?” Ada asks.

           “No. I like my coffee black,” he explains, looking her full in the eyes as he continues to stir his cup. A lump develops in Ada’s throat, and she can’t tear her eyes away from the Captain’s, but her hand reaches shakily with his bag of coffee and places it back on the counter top. There’s not much space between them now, and Steve looking down at her creates that tension again. It’s rather swift when he ducks his head to compensate for her height at last. Her hands already knew where they wanted to land, and she finds herself clutching Steve’s shoulders as his mouth makes full contact with hers.

           Steve’s lips are as kissable as Ada had imagined. They aren’t thin, like some of the white men she’d kissed before. But hers are as juicy as he thought they would feel. His hands rest gently at the small of Ada’s back, and she’s a little surprised when his tongue makes contact with hers. He’s not shy at all. A satisfied mmm emanates from Steve’s mouth, traveling through Ada’s whole being, causing her to shiver, despite the heat of his hands, one of which is drifting towards her rear. He seems to be enjoying a taste, a smell, similarly to how he had sniffed the blended vegetables. She starts to wonder how long Steve has been wanting to do this. The thought had crossed her mind several times.

          “It smells amazing in—!”

Natasha stops dead in her tracks, Steve releasing Ada’s left butt cheek almost as quickly as he had grabbed it.

           “Here,” Natasha finishes, cocking a flaming brow and smiling, Sam beside her looking away as if he hadn’t seen anything, but the two of them know that he did. Steve scratches the back of his head a moment, looking rather disappointed to be interrupted.

           “Ada is making us jollof rice for lunch,” Steve explains, crossing his arms.

           “Uhuh,” Natasha nods, walking towards the cupboards and pulling out one of her bags of popcorn before popping it in the microwave.

           “Call me when it’s ready.” Sam’s voice fades as he makes his way casually out of the kitchen.

           “Well, I’ve been wanting to ask you out on a proper date,” Steve explains, looking hypnotized as he speaks quietly to Ada, knowing that Natasha can still hear him. Ada gazes past him at Natasha, who is grinning knowingly. The redhead gestures to her encouragingly.

           “Ya know, at like a restaurant, where we can eat…in private.”

Ada laughs. For a moment, Steve looks crushed.

           “I’d love to, Steve.”

He exhales in what seems like relief, and they reach for their coffee at the same time, unaware of the buttery aroma filling the kitchen, mingling with the jollof’s savory scent, the popping noises in the background, that same tension resurfacing.

           “It’s about time, Rogers. I knew you liked her!”

Steve nearly chokes on his coffee.

[the-apocryphal-one]

Golden Deer Done! Review below:

Paired Endings: Claude/Belial, Lorenz/Lysithea, Ignatz/Hilda, Raphael/Bernadetta, Seteth/Manuela (YES)

I was aiming for Lorenz/Marianne and Cyril/Lysithea and then Lorenz somehow stole Lysithea away. I’m not really mad tho since my sister did Cyril/Lysithea, so I got to see that paired ending, and Lorenz/Lysithea had cute supports + ending. Wish I could say the same for Claude (I’ll get to that in the spoiler section).

Unit review:

Top tier: Belial, Lysithea, Leonie, Hilda, Flayn

Nothing changed except the girls became unstoppable goddesses of destruction...and Flayn helped them lol. Lysithea and Leonie could snipe you from across the map, Hilda could fly up and smash your face in from across the map, and Belial was Belial. Special shoutout to Lysithea for nailing critical kills on bosses and the final boss. that girl is broken.

Great tier: Claude, Raphael

Claude finally pulled through. Flying + bow = great. He never quite became a front-liner, but being able to fly in, snipe, and Canto away made him an invaluable striker. Raphael somehow decided he wanted to always crit even when he never got above 30% crit rate, and I am a-ok with that.

Good tier: Ignatz, Lorenz, Marianne

Lorenz was an a’ight Dark Knight. Good magical/physical offenses, but no Speed, what is with my Dark Knights not having Speed. Marianne never even reached Master tier but hey, as long as she was flinging Physics, I didn’t care. Ignatz like Raphael, was a crit monster, and like Lorenz could deal damage on both magical and physical spectrum, but unlike Lorenz didn’t have the power. If they could have combined into one unit they would have been perfect.

So my problem with Claude is that he has way more chemistry in his supports with everyone except me. Even his S-support was kinda blah, with just “oh yeah I just realized I love you, take this ring, gotta go bye!” Speaking of, I’m not a fan of him leaving and dumping rulership on me. Like yeah, I get it--Claude leaving fits his character. But after all we’ve been through, a “maybe someday we can be together” ending isn’t what I wanted.

and then you compare to Dimitri who shows his love and straight-up makes Byleth his queen and. yeah. disappointing.

*ahem* Anyway, hmmm...story-wise, the last two chapters were great for the infodump of info we got about the actual history of Fodlan. But everything before them? Man, they were very similar to the Blue Lions, but lacking the emotional gravitas of Dimitri, his arc, and his relationship with Edelgard. Everything before those last two chapters felt kinda repetitive and empty.

I’m also not a fan of how many “really final bosses” there were. “Alright, this is our final battle, let’s defeat Edelgard!” “Oh, no, this is our final battle, let’s defeat Thales!” “I swear, this is our final battle, let’s defeat Nemesis!” Made the climax kinda drawn-out and long.

Claude’s “WE EXTEND OUR HAND IN FRIENDSHiP” speech was ridiculously cheesy, but the cutscene itself was so badass I don’t care. that teamwork to take down Nemesis. man.

overall? mmmm...7/10?

[aced0g]

Bruuuhhh there's so many good questions, so I'll ask the most of them. 1-5, 8, 11, 13-18, and 23? ((Sorry if thats a lot lol

[well shit now I actually want to make this a fully fledged self insert oc] from the if you were inquisitor ask meme   https://aced0g.tumblr.com/post/183449602162/lesbiansten-if-you-were-inquisitor-ask-meme

1. Race:

-I could be really boring and just stick with human but I honestly think I’d be like half Qunari half elf maybe? Like if you made a qunari shorter and a twink. Horns would probably be the ones that go straight back.

2. Class/Specialization:

-While I’d love to do magic I just don’t think I would have it (probably also wouldn’t be a good mix lol volatile emotions and magic=big problems). SO I’d be a rogue. I’ve always been silent enough to just “appear” behind someone and accidentally freak people out plus I really really like knives. idk they’re really cool. Specialization oof probably tempest because I’m not good at crafting things and with tempest you can at least feel like you’re using magic.

3. Your homeland?

- Probably Ostwick just cause there aren’t too many Qunari out in Ferelden and at least the Free Marches have seen Qunari before.

4. Your family?

-Father would be Qunari tal vashoth who broke free and set up his own bakery out in Ostwick. Mother would be a city elf who’s good at working in the forge. Would have a little sister who’s probably going to be a minstrel. Also kind of estranged from them all, like they write but he wouldn’t want to worry them with his travels. Theres also another sibling but we don’t talk about him ever :)

5. Who were you before?

-Before Inquisition? Probably just on his own trying to forge his own path. An aspiring author who can’t think of anything to write so he takes up odd jobs here and there. Sometimes hes a merc, other times he’s making bread, then sometimes he’s giving tattoos. He was never really someone important. 8. Your opinion on other races?

-Humans he thinks are alright, they’re quick to judge based off of looks and can either be huge assholes or pretty chill. City elves are treated horribly and they need a break, someone to speak up for them. Dalish elves stay secluded and he understands why. They’re fierce warriors though and he respects the hell out of them. Surface Dwarves are usually pretty chill, a fun crowd that could drink you under the table if you try. The Carta suck ass but you just don’t get involved with them. He’s never met the dwarves from Orzamar so he has no opinion. With Qunari usually Tal Vashoth are chill, there are assholes who just want blood and murder but that isn’t just limited to Qunari hes met plenty of humans just like that. He didn’t meet a Qunari that was actually part of the Qun until Iron Bull and at first he was honestly terrified. You hear so many stories of what they do that it leaves you scared which doesn’t help when you already have paranoia and ptsd. (don’t worry eventually he and bull become really good friends)

11. Where would you hang out in Skyhold?

Honestly? Either the library or his quarters. He’s got a lot of social anxiety and he likes quiet so he’d end up making his own little section in the library where he can just read or draw or write, and if its a really bad day he just stays in his quarters until he’s needed13. What armor would you wear?-Oof most of the armor for Rogues is pretty ugly in my opinion. I’ll tell you what this boy would be caught in, black pants and leather boots, he’d be wearing like a black and green flannel shirt with some leather bracers on his arms and like fingerless leather gloves for his hands (they’d also be compressing both wrists cause boy got shitty wrists). He’d also have a leather jacket and a scarf around his neck. (also he wears glasses or else he’s blind as shit for distance stuff)14. What would your room look like?

-Honestly its pretty bare bones. Maybe a few bookshelves that barely hold any books. A few trinkets like a mabari figurine or some crafts his family made for him. The rest would just be his wardrobe, knives and writing/drawing supplies. His bed would be simple, big enough to hold two people but no more. Theres about three blankets on the bed, the bed is always made and he sleeps on top of that and grabs a spare blanket to cover himself at night. He also has a bunch of pillows. The rest of it is a dog bed and a bunch of dog toys for his mabari mutt.15. Who would be your friends at Skyhold?

-I’d like to say he’d be good friends with Varric, Sera, Dorian, Bull, and Cole, maybe Cullen too. It takes a while for everyone to warm up, but the gays get along really fast so he gravitates to them initially and then Varric is like the dad friend and he likes to write too so there are plenty of late nights with the Inquisitor just info dumping about story ideas and character ideas with Varric and its fun. With Cole he was initially a little scared of the spirit but then it turns into a really great friendship and he’d think of Cole as a brother. Plus Cole is great for helping him calm down when he’s having a panic attack. 16. Would you have any friends outside of the Inquisition?

-No. He’s shit at making friends and tends to stay alone than try to make friends. It has a lot to do with his trauma, being told that he was never going to have friends that he wasn’t worth it, so he just doesn’t try. Whenever he was with a group for an extended period of time they would get friendly but he’d never really keep in contact and so no friends. Well he has one, his mabari mutt Mahogany or Huggy for short, but he’s with the Inquisitor so it doesn’t really count. 17. Who wouldn’t you get along with?

-While I love Cassandra and Vivienne’s characters I don’t think I’d actually get along with them. I’m not religious and I don’t like acting all important, so as Inquisitor this boy would probably be Vivienne’s worst nightmare of just dressing in flannel when he’s at Skyhold and Cassandra’s because he doesn’t support the Templars and doesn’t give a shit about the Chantry or the Divine (not in a rude way but he just doesn’t care about it). I think he’d try to be polite at least but I don’t think they’d get along. 18. Who would you romance?

-Mmmm that’s a really hard decision for me because Im stuck between choosing Bull or Dorian. They both have amazing qualities and I love them both so much, but I think just because being a Qunari the inquisitor would be initially more hesitant about being around Bull I’d go with Dorian. Dorian and the Inquisitor would have a lot of personal hurt that they could help each other with and spend a lot of time just cuddling and talking through the night. The inquisitor would get very protective of Dorian during battles and probably get a little self sacraficey. 23. What would be on your tombstone in the fade (What are you afraid of)?

-Honestly? its a toss up between himself and dying alone

[hazelnatcoffee]

Wow so 'systematic' broke my heart thank you???? Satan????????? 😦

SORRY IK… dark AUs really aren’t my thing but I just can’t get the thought out my head of clone!Shiro escaping the galaxy with awakenedgalra!Keith and just mmmm the struggle to find middle ground and cope with being forced to leave the team and MMM this is how I’m imagining it

-Haggar redemption arc (pls) sending the black paladins out of the system bc she just can’t kill these fuckers dammit they’re too iN LOVE

-Her Shiro-control-point (arm) weakens with all the distance traveled so he a) comes back to himself throughout the journey or b) loses function of the arm and has to find someplace to replace it?? maybe???

-Keith meanwhile is unable to rejoin the team because the black lion leaves (idk) to find a new paladin (IDK) and Haggar doesn’t want these fuckin kids to keep destroying her troops and I spent two years on that clone facility Lotor, I ain’t letting these dang paladins anywhere near your altean colony so he just goes along with Shiro because fuck if he’s gonna leave his best friend after everything that just occurred and also… Haggar will literally Turn This Car Around if they try to pilot back

-G A L R A KEITH (I never write him full galra but I hc the traits would be exaggerated with the fight and strain of him holding back and frustration of being unable to help voltron,, just some buried instincts coming out w/ high-stress situations)

-PLANET WORLDBUILDING. HEALING WITH TRAVEL. EMOTIONAL CATHARSIS. THE GOODS. HAPPY ENDING CAUSE I’M A SUCKER

Yeah anyway sorry for info dump I’m just havin a lot of feelings about this particular AU. Like I’ve never written clone!shiro or dark shiro before in a way that really seemed accurate and it’s tempting me ahaha. Anyway THANKS I live to break hearts,,, seriously I’m glad you liked it(?) though!!

[replicarters]

hellraiser 3 funtime carnival, final

part 1 || part 2

happy easter! let's welcome it with BLOOD

the good thing about last time is that it was very gay. the bad thing about last time is that we've established the villain can and will tear the entirety of people's skin from their bodies, and then consume them as dinner. but this movie is a gay love story now, and god willing, there will be no dead lesbians by the end of it. there will be a lot of other dead people, sure. but hopefully no dead lesbians.

okay joey's girlfriend is officially in the hands of pj or jp or whatever the fuck this total douche's name was.

and he is very, very eager to get her eaten by his new carniverous friend

but before that, we have to jump back to dream vietnam, just the place everybody wants to be.

except now there's someone else here with an Accent and he's all "joeyyyyy wassup girl". oh my gosh who could it be!

tons of soldiers blow up and die and joey wakes up screaming

now let me tell you a movie that scares the bajeezus out of me: it's poltergeist. i don't think this movie will become that so i'll just take this shot at face value.

okay except for that it's like... making scary noises. you remember the episode of x-files where scully heard voices in the tv and unscrewed all her light bulbs? it's those noises, but much more loud and scratchy and unnerving.

motherfucker, get out of there! i'm going to set this television on fire.

he says YOU HAVE TO HELP ME and then goes away again. help you with what? consuming kid cuisines where the chicken nuggets are made out of human thigh meat?

jp is in here DRIVING A WEDGE BETWEEN GAY LOVE talking smack about joey while terri cries. god i hope jp gets eaten at the end i hope it so bad.

oh but wait! terri suddenly exclaims "SHE WOULDN'T" while she sobs, and blames herself for things that haven't even happened. honey :( joey hasn't gone anywhere and she's going to come and save you THIS I BELIEVE.

"come hug me baby, but do it over here next to the statue."

"mmmm come hug me over here"

"no baby hugs are way better next to grotesque works of art~"

oh no and then he says "come to daddy" shlfkhld NO

oh no oh no terri gets up!! no!! i bite my nails that i painstakingly regrew this past week.

AHHH HE'S AWAKE AND HE HUNGERS. at the very last second terri decides she doesn't want to do a hug, but jp grabs her by her very sparkly shirt and pinhead opens wide for another nutritious meal.

then terri breaks out brass fucking knuckles oh hell yeah girl, and she socks jp right in his smug, awful, ugly face

terri runs to the door but pinhead yells WWWAAAAIIITTTT. "why run away~?" he says. you can come live in my stone stomach with all the other people i've eaten. it's cool. it's progressive. it's modern art.

lmao oh my god, then pinhead, ever the hungry man, offers terri the chance to off jp in exchange for ~dreams~.

i mean, she's considering it, and i would too if all i had to do to unlock a world of dreams was toss some loser into a living pincushion's gaping maw.

well, he's a little heavy. where are those convenient chains right about now?

oh, there they are. holy shit, though, terri really went for it.

bye byeeeeeee! i didn't even have to wait until the end of the movie for jp's demise! this is AWESOME.

jp doesn't get eaten so much as he gets, like, giant nails driven through his head or something, and then pinhead yells a lot and the statue gets all crusty with bloooood.

oh and then it... pees? i don't know what's going on, some goop comes out of nowhere and dribbles all over.

ooh, that's... euugh...

gross flesh bombs just... explode from it. just gunk dropping off of it all over the place, smoking piles of gunk. it's icky.

oh that's... that's not good...

"terri. we are going to open the local spirit halloween store together... 6 months early!!!"

poor joey isn't getting any sleep, there's old-timey music coming from somewhere and all the lights are doing weird glows. also this apartment is fucking sweet as hell, how does she live here.

she opens a glowing closet, which, she has balls of steel to be doing that. but i guess if all your shit is glowing in your house at 3 am and you have 40s on 4 playing out of nowhere, you'd probably want to see what was up.

there really was a literal radio just sitting in the closet. so she takes it out and puts it on a table.

she turns some dials on it and then mr. video starts telling her to do stuff, noooooope buddy i need to know your motivations my dude, i need to know what you're all about.

maybe don't follow directions from mr. video/radio/dreamland. he tells her to go to the window which i guess is fine enough? but what's she gonna see out there... nnnn....

okay, this guy's just out here chilling. who are you now???

it's no problem for joey "balls of steel" summerskill, who is going for it. all in, baby! literally all in, her whole body in, to... the... window.

she ends up on the other side of this darksided cs lewis wardrobe intact.

look at this princess serenity dress she wears to bed every night, love it.

"who the fuck are you and why won't you let me sleep"

"hold up... gotta stare at the cube." this guy has the same hairline recession as michael eddington.

"i just walked into madness for you!" that's really what she says and i'm tickled by it. girl knows what fuck is up. it's all insane. least this guy can do is pay attention!

uh oh what's this now, what's this indiana jonesing over here.

joey goes for it, because she's a very brave girl, and now it's vietnam time again.

"joey, how kind of you to come." literally her alternative was watching you stare at the cube. you better start explaining some shit!

well he doesn't start explaining anything, just slinks away behind the ridge. joey follows him, looking at all the nasty soldier corpses.

"you have to help me; i don't understand." ME! i don't get any of this. dump some info on me, mr. video!

"you have to help me," mr. video says. buddy, you better be, like, the misplaced sealant on pinhead, otherwise i'm out.

he takes off his hat and he says his name Was elliot spencer.

AND THEN JOEY INTRODUCES HERSELF AND SHAKES HIS HAND i'm laughing. TOO PURE. "hi dead man who won't leave me alone nice to meet you."

he says she's brave, which is true! and says "you've probably never shaken hands with a ghost before." i mean PROBABLY NOT.

well she says "ummm captain spencer, what the hell is going on???"

"hell is exactly what is going on." ahhhhh. because it's been raised! we hell now.

they set off for a walk, a nice stroll through what spencer the ghost says is the limbo between heaven and hell. he says he can't do squat in the real world, but joey can.

"there is a monster out there, joey, and it's me." eeeeep.

anyway so he's pinhead because war is hell, and he originally opened the box and got mad chainz, yo. stopping him will require "great courage".

joey doesn't know if she has that, but spencer is like, "girl, you just walked through a goddamn solid window to talk to me, you're fine."

the cube is the gateway to hell and pinhead wants it, and spencer says joey has to let him come for it. aw helllllllllll no! eff that, why can't she just drop the cube in a volcano or something?

"but what if he takes the box from me before i can-"

"he can't take it, it must be given to him." oh dear so he's going to try to persuade her to give him the box. PERSUADE HER LIKE HE PERSUADED TERRI TO LET HIM EAT JP? just great. i have large worries.

let's have a little party pitstop.

my favorite baby is here, and it sTARTS MOVING AHHHHHHHHHHH HELL N O

OH GOD EVERYTHING IS MOVING

and then there's an explosion

and H E  C O M E S

everybody goes screaming and running and chains start flying. a guy gets his hand cut and his palm spurts blood LIKE A FOUNTAIN just like i've been expecting this whole time. another guy gets a stick of wood through him.

this girl's drink comes to life and also she's still sitting at a table while the entire place is in a full-on panic.

the bubble becomes a pinhead head, which then becomes a huge dagger of ice that impales the girl in the mouth. i don't know, i'm laughing at that one. let this be a lesson to us all: if, while in a club, madness begins all around you, just run. leave your $12 drink. it's not worth it.

the sleazy bartender gets barb wired. a girl gets her face torn. pinhead cackles in the background.

here's my thing: how is joey going to fight all this shit? SHE'S JUST ONE PERSON and pinhead can do all this?! man... i have concerns...!

more killing! you know what's going to happen to the dj, don't you?

weeeeeeee! maiming!

pinhead starts locking doors. people start getting chains to their faces. and their necks. and through them, while other people get them through their faces behind them. just all-around a delight for everyone.

there's one last door that's not shut, but do you really think it's going to stay open?

NOPE! you're in pinhead's funhouse now!

and as the whipping of the chains grows louder, and the screaming dies down, blood flows out under the door.

literally. how is joey going to win this thing.

no sleep for joey as she wakes up, again, to news reports of a "catastrophe" at the boiler room. that sure is one way to put it. joey, poor sweet innocent brave joey, gets her ass dressed and calls grandpa cameraman.

oh boy. it's time. it's time for joey to bring the pain to a very bad man, armed with nothing but that box against his MYRIAD OF SPOOKY POWERS. I HAVE EXTREME CONCERNS! that's all i'm saying!

mmmmmm and the tv was unplugged the whole time. CONCERNS RATCHETING UP A FEW MORE LEVELS.

it's raining, it's pouring, that door up there's fuckin opening on its own. grandpa's car was outside but grandpa was not in the car oh god he is almost certainly mutilated by now.

and we got some folks HANGING AROUND............................

yeah there's bodies everywhere and joey's scared out of her mind. PROTECT THIS POOR BABY.

joey holds onto the cube for dear life, because SOME GHOST thought it was a GOOD IDEA to send a 27 year old mortal human in to fight a needle-faced hell man with NOTHING MORE THAN A BOX.

it's gross, she's crying, there are just... so many bodies. she's looking around trying to find grandpa, growing increasingly more distraught as she sees, you know, severed heads and stuff. lmao and there's one guy with about 15 billiard balls stuffed into his dead maw, which i found pretty comical.

welp joey, who is absolutely going to have nightmares for the rest of her living days, just screams out for grandpa, but i think she and i both know he's not going to answer. oh, grandpa, what horrible thing has happened to you?

joey goes farther in and some lights come on

another doorway beckons

and inside, it's like a banquet hall of... terribleness. i don't have any words left to describe all this, my goodness. and joey's still crying. i don't blame her. she came all the way the fuck in here instead of getting on the first plane to the other side of the world like i definitely would have, she deserves to let some tears out.

oh, and grandpa?

is very dead, with his head replaced by a camera.

ohhhhh everything is beyond misery

pinhead appears, waxing poetic, blah blah death and stuff. suffering. humanity's darkness, whatever.

TAKE HIM DOWN, GIRL. SEAL HIM UP.

"mmmm gimme my box kiddo"

naw she's not here for that, so pinhead starts yelling "DON'T DEBATE WITH ME, GIRL. JUST COME HERE AND DIE WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE OPTION OF DOING IT QUICKLY."

"you're gonna have to come and get me, you ugly fuck." OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

IT BEGINS

now with the knowledge that pinhead really can't touch that box unless he's given the box, joey takes off and almost gets run over by a cab outside.

cab hits a pole instead but listen, bud, your sacrifice is duly noted. hell's getting stopped tonight, bro! if you live, you'll get to see it!

then the pole falls over, knocks out all sorts of shit, and the cab lights on fire.

uh oh pinhead's doing pinhead stuff. WILL THE CUBE PROTECT AGAINST ELECTROCUTION?

oh my good god then pinhead sets off a fire hydrant and once the water is everywhere, where do you think he puts these nice cables?  C O N C E R N S

pinhead's impromptu death river comes barrelling down the street, but joey gets up on the sidewalk and the water sluices harmlessly by. phew.

except for now chains are coming out of the sewer. nnnnggggaaaahhhhh!! they do get her a little bit! me scream!

more stuff blows up! i'm very tense! joey keeps running. the sewer's blowing up, every electric thing is blowing up, THE MANHOLE LID comes spinning at joey's face but she dodges it. everywhere, EVERY LITERAL PLACE SHE GOES, stuff blows up and is on fire.

"what the fuuuuuuck where's the part where i get to go home and live a peaceful life"

"a peaceful life where all my friends are dead, and this place is fucked." hey... hey where's terri...? did... did she died...?

eeeep you're on pinhead camera! KEEP RUNNING

OH NO it's grandpa, and he's a weird camera borg now :(

oh joey honey i love you sweet girl please hang in there

"HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT HE DID TO ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH," not grandpa anymore roars. "HAVE YOU SEEN?"

then all the tvs blow up

then some guy???? who is just walking around out here????? joey runs into him and screams at him to run, but he's all, "hey baby where you going? everything's cool." oh YEAH, EVERYTHING'S REAL COOL.

so that guy dies when borg grandpa spears his eye camera through his head.

here comes pinhead, slinking out of the shadows.

just in case you forgot, this is the general state of things. not great. could be better.

oh there's more dead borg corpses walking around, too. that's a different one over there; it's cd head from the club.

L E T ' S   J A M   T O    T   S W I F T

when is enough enough, pinhead?!

it's never enough. guess what walks out of that explosion, it's another borg corpse.

whoaaaa and this one spits fire. SURELY PINHEAD HAS PROVEN HIS POINT BY NOW.

then the cops roll in, and joey again implores them to just fucking run. they don't.

one of the cops gets gasoline on him, and if you might recall (joey does), one of the dead borgs breathes fire.

joey wisely does not stick around for this, leaving the cops to their piping hot demise.

what now? now joey ducks into a church and just collapses. same.

you better be a priest, sir.

"father there's an awful lot of sinning going on outside, my only friend is a killer zombie, and new york is in general aflame."

this idiot priest tries to tell joey demons aren't real. haha! dude! you've missed several updates.

several. updates.

there he is, the man himself.

and then, oh my god, lol:

"then what the fuck is That." shdfklshlkfhs

leeeet's go if you don't want to die!

hey if you thought stuff was done exploding, you were wrong.

come on, that is ripe for becoming a deadly projectile.

or a melty mush. ooh, but a molten one. eugh, it couldn't just melt to melt, huh? had to be a scorching melt.

rarrrrgh i hate sunday school!

then listen, pinhead stands at the altar, ready to perform his own sacraments, which involve pulling a slug out of his head? and then putting the slug into his other hand (he's losing me here), then all the candles in the church start blowing up, then he pulls out another slug, puts that slug into the first hand, and then a wall starts cracking...

look, if i understood it, i'd let you know.

the rite of slug is now complete. whatever windows remained are, you guessed it, blown to kingdom come. then the altar crumbles, and for some reason, the priest thinks he's going to be a hero. no. wrong. pinhead pulls out slug number three, i think, i couldn't really tell. i think that's the only thing i could have been was another slug.

joey's over here rubiks cubing. there's not a great deal of time left in the movie, so, everybody cross your fingers some evil about to get sealed.

oh ew i think what pinhead pulled out was a flesh glob, and then he stuck it in the priests mouth, huge ick.

but joey gets the cube to go blue.

WHAT'S -UP- MOTHERFUCKER

joey taunts pinhead with the cube and bolts again. she makes it to the best place to be in the middle of a hell siege, which is a construction site. yes.

she immediately hears shit creaking around, because this will never be easy.

ohhhh good, it's more happy friends.

oh no no no and one of them... one of them...

IS TERRI!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO MY BEAUTIFUL LESBIAN LOVE STORY ;________; also note terri's direct line of smokes now.

"i can dream now, joey..." auuuuugh this wasn't the dream i wanted!

"terri..." her voice is so tiny and weak and defeated. i hate this, i hate this, HER ONLY OTHER FRIEND IN THIS WHOLE WORLD AND SHE'S A ZOMB.

well she tries to mess with the cube some more but borg jp and borg terri circle around her, beating her up. :(

and guess who arrives atop the hill, and threatens joey with "dark decades" of pain. oh golly.

more zombos come in.

"ahhh, more friends, come to play with you, joey."

"PLAY WITH THIS, PINHEAD"

joey gets the cube to go blue but this time...

it starts opening up!!

it starts autobotting and the zombos are looking at pinhead like, uh, dad? what do we do/???

then the cube starts shooting out blue stuff and ghostbustering all the zombos into it. they all scream and cry about it but there's nothing to be done, battle over, cube wins, that's it. pinhead tries to resist but he goes in, too... i... i think... we don't actually... see him...... go in.............

is that it? can joey go home now? this poor girl has been through An Ordeal.

joey tries to ask good ol ghosty if that's it. hello? is he there? don't flake out on us now, pal.

oh, what... is this now. wasn't that just dirt on the ground two seconds ago?

oh okay we're... here now, i guess.

look everybody, it's joey's dead dad.

so joey saved the world and gets to hug her dad, that's a pretty good reward. it's not going to bring back the scores of dead people, but this is okay.

wait

WAIT

WAAAAITT OH GOD WHAT THE HELL

"joey, they said you'd have something for me. something you won't need anymore." OH MY GOD STOP I'M HOLLERIN

"this? oh here, take it!" HONEY NO. JOEY NO. OH MY GOD

oh my god my entire soul is fleeing my physical form

I'M GONNA FRIGGIN FALL OVER AND DIE

well what the shit happens now

"save your tears. i'll reap your soul slowly."

then i legit don't know what the hell happens next, joey thinks about the window, and then all of a sudden...

...we're there? past the window?

"couldn't resist playing games, could you?" ah our old chap there he finally is

"you had to come through the window of her mind" okay say whatttttt. the window was in joey's mind all along? well that's kind of stupid if you ask me.

uh oh oh no oh dear it's time for chains. this is not the kind of kinky shit i am after let's not go down this road. cries and watches this through my hands.

oh no oh geez. pinhead stop i can't... do this... do not talk about pleasures right now... while this is... oh lord this is too weird

what... in the seven hells... is that. pinhead and ghostie take their sweet time watching each other while this THING rises up toward joey.

no. no fuckin way. i'm done. there's like three minutes left and i'm ready to leave.

bro. you're way too calm about this.

"you're right," he says to pinhead. "we do belong together."

and he reaches out and gets pinhead to drop the box. all right noW DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT BACKGROUND HELLSPAWN

okay hellspawn and all the chains and weird things disappear, and then ghostie and pinhead fight, i guess.

me irl: "uhhhhh ok"

ah now they're a... tangled flesh monstrosity.

sure seems like... pinhead absorbed ol ghostie, though. that's not... great.

oh but... maybe it didn't go so hot for pinhead after all?

ghostie's head pops up and says "JOEY. SEND ME TO HELL." oh god please do. right now.

joey/cube otp

she messes with it a bunch while pinhead stalks closer, yipes!

now it's swiss army knifing. that's not what we need right now we need the other thing! the blue!

all right just kidding she gets it to be a dagger and stabs him good.

yeeeeowch! my pancreas!

yeah see ya. finally, once and for all, i think he's outta here.

ah, and there's the cube

NOW can joey finally go home? live in peace? all that good stuff? please leave her alone for the rest of time.

man stick that thing in some cement where it belongs, then throw it in the bottom of the atlantic.

look, cement! really get it in there deep. it doesn't really seem that deep. there were like nine more hellraisers after this so i'm thinking the cube makes its way out of the cement.

oh my sweet girl, go home and never think about any of this again. get some rest. get a therapist. stay far away from any and all ugly statues the rest of your life. you got a transport to space to catch; you don't got time to be running around down here!

joey goes home.

but there's one last thing.

that building they built on that construction site has some familiar designage.

THE END!!!!!! no seriously that's it. pinhead is the whole building?!!?!?!? NUKE IT.

ughhhhhh rubs my hands over my face so much for not having nightmares. thought i'd be free when i finally finished, but i think i am more unsettled than ever. really good! exactly what i wanted! man, what the fuck happens to joey now? she goes home and has ptsd for the rest of her life? somebody write me that fanfic. just kidding, don't, i don't want to think about it. only a happy life for joey now. no more hell raising for her. hope she moves to monterey and forgets all her troubles. maybe gets a nice girlfriend, settles down, never has a nightmare again.

oof. i gotta... do a juice cleanse or something. 2 spook. and jake is exactly right, i should never ever watch the rest of these movies, not ever in my life.

hey jake? you there, bud?

hold me ;_;

[greygamer]

Brain Dump: Legion ‘Chapter 8′

1. My feelings are so mixed right now. On the one hand, I'm super excited to see how this season of Legion ends, on the hand, that means this season of Legion is ending, and thta makes me sad.

2. I'm loving the way this is bringing us back to the start, because of coruse all of that is relevant.

3. And of course we get to humanize the maybe bad guy by showing us his family.

4. I say maybe bad guy because we're so far removed from the last time we say him, that I'm not even really sure any more. He's part of the group with The Eye guy, right? Who want to control mutants and were willing to maybe kill David? I feel like that maye makes him a bad guy.

5. I mean, bad guys have families too, right?

6. So Bureau 3 is part of a series of other Bureaus, I guess.

7. "The second I walk out of this room I'm going to war." Well, it's important to know what you want from life.

8. And that brings us up to speed!

9. Okay, I guess David has no trouble with his powers with the headband on. I'm retroactively less cliffhanged from last week's episode.

10. There's a Team B!?

11. This seems a little out of nowhere. I thought David was past the whole "maybe I'm a schizophrenic" thing.

12. Oh, that wasn't the point he was making. WELL NEVER MIND THEN.

13. I'm kind of hoping we get to see a reverse of the interrogation from the first episode -- David sitting down to talk to the bad guy.

14. What it's Department 3? Is that what D3 means? Department 3 and Bureau 19?

15. Yeah, David, you really should just read his mind. It's a lot easier.

16. was that Lenny's / Shadow King's voice saying "They think they can save you," to David?

17. Don't let the bad guy into your private stuff! That's how they get you!

18. Cary, you don't need to explain yourself to the bad guy!

19. You know, Dr. Bird, I'm sure it's painful, but you might need to just tell Oliver that you are, in fact, his wife whether he remembers or not.

20. I love so much that the part of the MRI that David teleported outside is still sitting there, with vines growing all over it.

21. Division 3! Not Department! God, I'm screwing this all up.

22. They're working with the Illuminati / New World Order people! Daaaayam.

23. David wearing his black shirt troubles me, as that's what he was wearing with the Shadow King was running things for awhile there.

24. I mean it could be a coincidence, but more than likely it's giving us some subtle info.

25. I don't think that's David in the white room.

26. Ooooh, Lenny, you've looked better.

27. Holy shit, is the Shadow King going to try to slip into Syd's head? That would be awful.

28. Well, Shadow King's revelations to Syd seem troubling if what he's saying is true.

29. Holy shit, Syd is taking a big chance right here.

30. Yes, but the rest of Division 3 saw it too! Maybe there's something they can do!

31. Man, I love the look of all the tech in this show.

32. I mean, the look of pretty much everything in this show! So much great design.

33. "I'll be you know where." I'm guessing ... the astral plane? Is that the plan here? They shove the Shadow King out into the astral plane and then try to capture him there?

34. Okay, thanks Syd for sparking up some exposition so we all know what the plan is.

35. Well, hello there Pink Floyd! Very nice musical choice!

36. Wonder if they'll include the probably relevant "Brand Damage" in the sound track as well.

37. Nope, I guess Oliver's working on the generator and power supply stuff.

38. Still, I feel like Oliver may not survive this process.

39. I think David's seeing all his memories that had been blocked or changed by the Shadow King.

40. "It's fighting back." Wait, that's a surprise? WHY WOULDN'T IT?

41. Awww, look at David revisiting the day of his birth.

42. Oh, yeah, things are going badly.

43. What the hell is Syd going to do?

44. "Send the equinox" -- and that would be what?

45. Can Syd slip into David's head and helpl him out? She's been in there before?

46. Does love conquer all? Or, you know, at least the ancient evil all powerful mutant?

47. Mmmm, doesn't look like it. Looks like like ancient evil all powerful mutant conquors love and also takes over Syd's mind.

48. OH SHIT HE'S JUST JUMPING FROM BODY TO BODY.

49. Well, at least to Kerry's body.

50. And now David vs Kerry / Shadow King. I feel like he won't be quite as strong in her body, but who knows.

51. And what does Oliver's work still have to do with this all?

52. Oh jesus, what a terrible time to remember your wife.

53. Shit, was that The Shadow King getting into Oliver? That seems bad.

54. Well. It sure looks like The Shadow King will be available for season two. Because of course he will be.

55. "He's gone." Well, yes, but not entirely in the way you suspect.

56. Wait, is Division 3 *really* going to work with with the mutants?

57. Well, there are four down.

58. Wait, three down.

59. I have a feeling that Syd is going to be the one out for the count here.

60. But no. What do I know, right?

61. "Where should we look first?" What are they looking for?

62. Apparently there's something hiding in the credits. Let's see what it is!

63. "Children of the Revolution" seems like a good song choice, even though I'm sad that we didn't get "Brain Damage" from PF.

64. OH SHIT. WAY TO BE EVEN MORE CLIFFHANGERY.

[stjohnintelligencer]

St John Tea Transcripts - January 24, “1917″

[18:02] Gabrielle Riel: I am going to get started, I have a lot of information to cover tonight.  :-)

[18:03] Gabrielle Riel: Tonight’s tea is ALL about Mardi Gras. This includes a general overview as well as specifics about our parade and specs for float-building.

[18:03] Gabrielle Riel: There is a lot of information in this Tea, so buckle up and get ready for Mardi Gras info-dump 2017.

[18:04] Iliana Cerise: buckles

[18:04] cadence Carolina: hi everyone:)

[18:04] Gabrielle Riel: If you have questions PLEASE hold on to them until I ask for questions. I WILL ask for questions once I have made it through the bulk of what I need to tell you.

[18:04] Kylie: Hello everyone!

[18:04] Kitty: CC!!!!!!!!!!!!

[18:04] Kitty: Kylies!!

[18:05] Gabrielle Riel: Ready? As the French, Cajuns and David Tennant’s Dr. Who say: Allons-y!

[18:05] cadence Carolina: Kitty

[18:05] Gabrielle Riel: This year Mardi Gras is on Tuesday, February 28, “1917” for us.

[18:06] Gabrielle Riel: For past Mardi Gras’ in my estates, we have usually made it a 4-day celebration, from Saturday through Tuesday. So this year that would be Saturday the 25th, Sunday the 26th, Monday the 27th and Tuesday the 28th.

[18:06] Gabrielle Riel: As of this moment, I do not have anything “special” scheduled for Saturday or Sunday. If any of you would like to host a party or event on those days, please let me know.

[18:06] Gabrielle Riel: Sugah’s in Uptown has their regular schedule of events that run on the weekends, and I will be talking to Ava and Bliss about including those events on our official Mardi Schedule.

[18:06] Ava puts her hand in the air

[18:07] Ava: We will

[18:07] Kitty: I will always be happy to host

[18:07] Gabrielle Riel: excellent - we will chat after this about details

[18:07] Kitty: k

[18:07] Gabrielle Riel: If any of the rest of you venue owners would like to have an event at your place in honor of Mardi Gras on Saturday or Sunday, just let me know and I will put it on the schedule.

[18:08] Gabrielle Riel: There is a reason that I am being all “y’all handle Saturday and Sunday and just let me know”.

[18:08] Gabrielle Riel: It’s because Guy and I will be partnering on Monday, February 27, and between that and the events on actual Mardi Gras, I have no damn time to worry about the weekend!

[18:08] Iliana Cerise: smiles

[18:08] Fox Nacht: <3

[18:08] cadence Carolina: lol

[18:09] Gabrielle Riel: So, here is what I have tentatively planned so far for the partnering on the 27. The times might be adjusted depending on what Guy and I need to manage in RL on a weeknight.

[18:09] Kylie: :D

[18:09] Gabrielle Riel: The ceremony will be at Eve’s First Ecumenical Church of St John, here in St John Parish, tentatively scheduled for 6-6:30pm SLT.

[18:09] Gabrielle Riel: The reception will be at Edison Hall in St John (Uptown) tentatively scheduled for 6:30-8pm SLT.

[18:10] Gabrielle Riel: Then tentatively scheduled for 8pm SLT, Guy and I will kick off The St John Mardi Gras Parade, which is also in Uptown.

[18:10] Kitty whispers: I'm spiking the punch

[18:10] Iliana Cerise: sweet!

[18:10] Princess Selena: shhh

[18:10] Gabrielle Riel: In all of my years doing Mardi Gras in Second Life, and this will be my 8th, I have never selected a King and Queen of Mardi Gras.

[18:10] Gabrielle Riel: This year will be different. This year it will be me and Guy. We will sit in the lead float, as the King and Queen of Mardi Gras, and get our parade started.

[18:11] cadence Carolina: sweet

[18:11] Fox Nacht: lovely!

[18:11] Kitty whispers: But i thought you said I.....cries

[18:11] Kylie: *giggles*

[18:11] Gabrielle Riel: :-P

[18:11] Gabrielle Riel: Now, if you have never seen our parade, here is some info about it:

[18:11] Iliana Cerise: consoles Kitty

[18:11] Kitty whispers: Waves to Scouty

[18:11] Scout MacLeod: waves!

[18:11] Princess Selena: you can be queen next year, Kitty

[18:11] Kitty: haha  k

[18:11] Gabrielle Riel: We have “the always marching parade” which means the floats are moving at all times during the Mardi Gras celebration.

[18:12] Gabrielle Riel: The parade is tentatively scheduled to start at 8pm SLT on Monday, February 27 and it will run continuously through Tuesday, February 28. I usually shut it down early Wednesday morning my time, around 5:30am SLT.

[18:12] Gabrielle Riel: Our parade is meant for visitor interaction. We encourage people to ride the floats. This keeps the parade active for visitors, no matter their actual time zone.

[18:13] Gabrielle Riel: The parade floats are built by the residents of St John as well as residents of other communities and individual creators.

[18:13] Gabrielle Riel: If you would like to create a team (Krewe) to build or sponsor a float, you are welcome to do so; however you do not have to be in a Krewe in order to create a float. Krewes can be community-based or simply a group of friends.

[18:14] Iliana Cerise: very cool!

[18:14] Gabrielle Riel: Here in St John, we've never really had Krewes. It was something we had in New Toulouse. I still offer the option though.

[18:14] Kitty: Me and...ok well Kylie made us  a float one year!

[18:14] Gabrielle Riel: I have a notecard here with the float-building specifications. Who would like a copy? I am going to pass this out here and NOT put the specs into the transcript of this Tea.

[18:14] Ava: I would

[18:15] Princess Selena raises hand

[18:15] Scout MacLeod: raises hand

[18:15] Princess Selena: Wilhelm said he may like to build one

[18:15] Kitty: ohhhhh Scouty!

[18:15] Kylie: *raises hand*

[18:15] Iliana Cerise: I would please, Gabi!

[18:15] Kitty: ohhh yay Wilhelm

[18:15] Pru: Me too, Gabi.

[18:15] Kitty: Wow ya'll

[18:16] Fox Nacht: yes please Gabi

[18:16] Pru: I'll share my copy with Eve, since she's not here

[18:16] Kitty: wooo hooo

[18:16] Cate Cynster: well with rock not on anymore..and i couldn't build my way out of a paper bag..i'll be watching more this year...

[18:16] Second Life: Select residents to share with.

[18:17] Second Life: Items successfully shared.

[18:17] Scout MacLeod: ty

[18:17] Ava: Thank you Gabi

[18:17] Pru: Thank you!

[18:17] Kylie: Thank youuu

[18:17] Gabrielle Riel: Everyone get  that?

[18:17] Scout MacLeod: yep

[18:17] Fox Nacht: TY

[18:17] Iliana Cerise: got it thanks

[18:17] cadence Carolina: yes ty

[18:17] Kitty: yeah

[18:17] Kylee Gracemount: nods

[18:18] Gabrielle Riel: I recommend that you read the notecard AFTER I end Tea, otherwise you are going to miss much of what I say next.

[18:18] Gabrielle Riel: Additionally, if you have detailed float-building questions, please ask me after Tea or in the next few days and/or weeks. I don’t want to turn this meeting into a float-building Q&A. I need to keep it focused on our overall Mardi Gras.

[18:18] Ava: sorry... what?

[18:18] Ava: LOL

[18:18] Ava: Kidding

[18:18] Gabrielle Riel throws a beignet at Ava

[18:18] Ava: :)

[18:18] Kylie: *catches the beignet*

[18:18] Gabrielle Riel: Keep in mind that we still have at least one more Tea during which we will be discussing more about Mardi Gras, and that will be on February 7.

[18:18] Iliana Cerise: giggle

[18:19] Iliana Cerise: mmmm beignet... nom nom nom

[18:19] Gabrielle Riel: This is JUST the beginning!

[18:19] Gabrielle Riel: Now, on Mardi Gras Day itself, I would like to do what we did last year.

[18:19] Gabrielle Riel: Last year, I set up a dance platform in the middle of Uptown, on Audubon Avenue, just South of Canal Street. That’s the street right between Newchurch and Palette.

[18:19] Kitty: orgy?

[18:19] Gabrielle Riel coughs

[18:19] Kitty whispers: oh my bad

[18:19] Scout MacLeod: haha

[18:20] Gabrielle Riel: no darling, that is THIS year...  ;-)

[18:20] Kitty: hehe

[18:20] Gabrielle Riel grins and continues

[18:20] Gabrielle Riel: It was a 12-hour long street party with a different DJ playing every 2 hours. It was fabulous! We had never done anything like that in St John and I am so glad we did it last year!

[18:20] Iliana Cerise: heh heh

[18:20] Pru: :)

[18:20] Kylie: It was fun!!

[18:20] Gabrielle Riel: because...

[18:20] Iliana Cerise: oh, yes, Pru mentioned that

[18:20] cadence Carolina: it was

[18:21] Ava: Let me know if any DJ's are needed

[18:21] Gabrielle Riel: It was into that massive party that this guy named Guy Holder wandered on his first-ever trip to St John, looking for a decent Mardi Gras event. Ironically, his future fiance was drunk and deep in IM with a friend during that event trying to decide if she should start dating again in SL. Oh the changes a year can bring!  ;-)

[18:21] Iliana Cerise: sounds awesome!

[18:21] Scout MacLeod: wow!

[18:21] Gabrielle Riel: I will Ava - ty

[18:21] Gabrielle Riel: Anyway!

[18:21] Kitty: uh huh

[18:21] Fox Nacht grins

[18:22] Gabrielle Riel: The parade runs the whole time during the street party. Some people would ride the floats and then come dance. Or vice versa!

[18:22] Iliana Cerise: fun!

[18:22] Gabrielle Riel: We also had fireworks on a schedule, provided by Ali. Hopefully I can get her to run those again this year - they were fabulous!

[18:22] Ava: If not, I have good ones....

[18:22] Princess Selena: i do too *nods*

[18:22] Gabrielle Riel: So, DJs in the house! I need you! I need to start putting together a schedule for that day. I am going to try and make the schedule similar to last year’s - we did it from 12:00pm SLT to 12:00am SLT.

[18:23] Pru: ok

[18:23] Gabrielle Riel: IM me in the next day or two to let me know if you are available. To DJ I mean.  :-)

[18:23] Pru: Will do

[18:23] cadence Carolina: will do

[18:23] Iliana Cerise: sweet :)

[18:23] Gabrielle Riel: Now, regarding estate-wide Mardi Gras decorations - I (or my minions) will handle decorations on public land and that will occur the first or second week in February; however YOU all can put up decorations on your homes starting tonight!

[18:23] Pru: :)

[18:24] Gabrielle Riel: The only things you need to keep in mind is that Mardi Gras colors are purple, green and gold and please keep your decorations as vintage, or vintage-looking, as possible.

[18:24] Kitty: that seems late we are already decorated in RL New Orleansz

[18:24] Gabrielle Riel: Those of you in Uptown and Parish CAN use vintage-looking electric lights. I did research this Christmas on when exactly electricity arrived in New Orleans, and it was early. The late 1880s for Uptown.

[18:24] Princess Selena: thats not my block is it?

[18:25] Gabrielle Riel: Yes, you can use them Selena.

[18:25] Gabrielle Riel: Those of you in Bayou and Beach...sorry! You still live in the country! No new-fangled electricity for you!

[18:25] Princess Selena raises her arms and lets out a very unladylike WOOOOOOOO

[18:25] Iliana Cerise: lol

[18:25] Gabrielle Riel: Those of you in Woods, do whatever the heck you want. You live in a Timeless Magical Forest, just keep it Fantasy-themed.

[18:25] Cate Cynster: i can live with it or in this case..without it....grins

[18:25] Kitty: haha

[18:26] Gabrielle Riel: Ok...NOW is the time for questions! What do you need to know that I have not yet covered?

[18:26] Princess Selena: what are the colors again?  *grins and ducks*

[18:26] Pru: hahahaha

[18:26] Princess Selena: :P

[18:26] Kitty: hot pink

[18:26] Iliana Cerise: giggles

[18:26] Princess Selena: i made the damn flag... I know :P

[18:26] Gabrielle Riel throws a beignet at Selena - these are coming in handy tonight

[18:26] Iliana Cerise: are PussyHats allowed?

[18:27] Kitty: hell yeah

[18:27] Kitty: i need one btw

[18:27] Princess Selena noms happily and knew her plan would work to get a beignet

[18:27] Fox Nacht: woot yes pussy hats!

[18:27] Iliana Cerise: giggle Selena

[18:27] Kitty: would fit  my ears just right

[18:27] Princess Selena: there is a place giving them out free... i will have a SLURL in a moment

[18:27] Gabrielle Riel: Even though we are set in 1917, on Mardi Gras day folks come from everywhere. Wearing all sorts of outfits!

[18:28] Kitty: k

[18:28] Pru: will you be making the DJ schedule available like last year?

[18:28] Iliana Cerise: such fun

[18:28] Kitty: stands up for ma cat ladies

[18:28] Princess Selena whispers: free pussy hats - Tableau (169,112,23)

[18:28] Gabrielle Riel: Yes, Pru. I am going to do that exactly like I did last year.

[18:28] Pru: :)

[18:28] Kitty: ohhh ty

[18:28] Fox Nacht: TY Selena!

[18:28] Gabrielle Riel: I even found last year's spreadsheet today.

[18:29] Pru: Excellent

[18:29] Princess Selena loves spreadsheets

[18:29] Gabrielle Riel: I am going to send an invitation to other communities to join our parade, just as I did last year.

[18:29] Iliana Cerise: sweet deal

[18:30] Gabrielle Riel: Those of you that were there last year - tell the new folks what it was like!

[18:30] Pru: It was fun!

[18:30] Gabrielle Riel was exhausted and tipsy as hell

[18:30] Kylie: It was a blast!!!

[18:30] Iliana Cerise: listens eagerly

[18:31] Kylie: Tired of dancing... jump on a float and ride for awhile!

[18:31] cadence Carolina: was a hoot and we had lots of visitors from all ove SL

[18:31] Scout MacLeod: sounds really fun

[18:31] Gabrielle Riel: I had major parade bumps last year. Those will not happen this year.

[18:31] Kylie: My friends thot it was so cool to ride the floats!

[18:31] cadence Carolina: yes that was fun Kitty

[18:31] Gabrielle Riel: Remember, Uptown was brand new last year!

[18:31] Kitty: it was great

[18:31] Pru: It was my "debut" as a DJ, and I was nervous... so I didn't really party until after my set

[18:31] Iliana Cerise: I'm excited!!

[18:32] cadence Carolina: a great variety of music

[18:32] Princess Selena: only a year???

[18:32] Kitty: you did good Pru

[18:32] Princess Selena: it seems so much longer

[18:32] Gabrielle Riel: I have worked out the kinks in sim layout so we won't have a float pileup.

[18:32] Kylie: I remember that, Pru!

[18:32] Pru: I had lessons from Gabi in the weeks before

[18:33] cadence Carolina: oh right I remember the DJ training for passing stream

[18:33] Pru: it was all a bit overwhelming, but fun

[18:33] cadence Carolina: youdid so much last yer Gabi

[18:33] Emmanuelle Huntress: She always does

[18:33] Gabrielle Riel: I do so much EVERY year for Mardi Gras  LOL

[18:33] cadence Carolina: yes

[18:33] Kitty: oh the pile up huh...i wonder who threw those dead rats on the track..guess we'll never know

[18:33] Kylie: I was still kinda new so wanted to see it all, and I did!

[18:33] Pru: the floats were amazing

[18:34] Gabrielle Riel: Mardi Gras and the hurricane

[18:34] Gabrielle Riel: the two times a year that St John kicks my behind!

[18:34] Emmanuelle Huntress: The advantage of the ever marching parade is you can rustle up your friends any time

[18:34] Iliana Cerise: I want to DJ too... I got all my music collected on Winamp  :)

[18:34] Pru: and we only had a couple of griefers

[18:34] Iliana Cerise: griefers... bah

[18:34] Kitty: yeah not bad

[18:34] Iliana Cerise: grrr

[18:34] Kylie: Yes, that makes it perfect, Emma!

[18:34] Gabrielle Riel: That I got rid of in less than 30 seconds

[18:34] Pru: Gabi totally kicked them to the curb

[18:35] Gabrielle Riel: Even while tipsy!

[18:35] Kitty: she did!

[18:35] Kylie: yayyyy Iliana!

[18:35] Iliana Cerise: good

[18:35] Kylie: OMG they landed on the moon!

[18:35] Iliana Cerise: LOL

[18:36] Gabrielle Riel: I have a lot of work to do, with the partnering at the same time.

[18:36] Kitty: its hard?

[18:36] Iliana Cerise: I can only imagine!

[18:36] Gabrielle Riel: But hey, if I am going to go nonstop anyway, might as well toss it in there!

[18:36] Pru: :)

[18:36] Iliana Cerise: umm... that's a rather personal question, Kitty

[18:37] Kitty: huh oh ok

[18:37] Iliana Cerise: heh heh, go Gabi, go!

[18:37] Gabrielle Riel: The biggest "needs" I have at the moment are to get some folks to have events on Saturday and Sunday

[18:37] Fox Nacht: I'm *hoping* to have my new sim build done by then and would love to host a party there... I'd just need some help with organizing and a DJ and... well all the social stuffs :)

[18:37] Kitty: sweet

[18:37] Gabrielle Riel: and then getting enough DJs for Mardi Gras Day

[18:38] Kitty: maybe one day i'll learn

[18:38] Iliana Cerise: count me in :)

[18:38] Gabrielle Riel: I'll play on Mardi Gras day at some point

[18:38] Fox Nacht: you'd be a fabulous DJ Kitty

[18:38] cadence Carolina: me too

[18:38] Pru: Gabi, will you be able to coach new DJs like last year?

[18:38] Kitty: right?!

[18:38] Cate Cynster: i wish i could offer rock's services but he's pretty much out of djing

[18:38] cadence Carolina: omg you would Kitty

[18:39] Kitty: ty

[18:39] Fox Nacht: wanna premiere on Mardi Gras at my place? hmmm?

[18:39] Gabrielle Riel: I will have no choice - they need to learn how to accept and pass the stream

[18:39] Kitty: hehe

[18:39] Pru: ok, I will attend for a refresher course

[18:40] Gabrielle Riel: I should look and see if I wrote anything up for that. I can't remember.

[18:40] Pru: and hold Iliana's hand

[18:40] Pru: hahaha

[18:40] Iliana Cerise: yay, ty Pru!

[18:40] Iliana Cerise: I just need a refresher, hopefully, I dj'd at Simone's for a year

[18:40] Gabrielle Riel: Any other Mardi Gras questions?

[18:40] Pru: :)

[18:41] Princess Selena bites her tongue and will be good

[18:41] Princess Selena: nope, none here

[18:41] Gabrielle Riel: Next Tuesday will be a Tuesday Tunes, we have 5 Tuesdays this month.

[18:41] Gabrielle Riel: Then we will have another Mardi Gras Tea on February 7

[18:41] Pru: Wow, i didn't realize

[18:41] Gabrielle Riel: More details

[18:42] Iliana Cerise: wow, the month is actually FAT with Tuesdays!

[18:42] cadence Carolina: lol

[18:42] Pru: hahaha

[18:42] Gabrielle Riel: We'll have Tuesday Tunes on Valentine's Day

[18:42] Kylee Gracemount: giggles

[18:42] Gabrielle Riel: Ironically my theme for Valentine's Day 2016, was Lust

[18:42] Pru: oh, shoot... Valentine's I won't be around

[18:42] Iliana Cerise: lol

[18:42] Fox Nacht: rraaaawwwrrrr

[18:42] Kylee Gracemount: Hi Guy !

[18:42] Ava: Hi Guy, GTSY

[18:42] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: but you have to be arond on valentines day! everyone does!

[18:43] Gabrielle Riel: Then we'll have a Tuesday Tunes on the 21st, cause that's my RL birthday

[18:43] Kylie: Hi Guy!

[18:43] Princess Selena: Howdy, Guy!

[18:43] Gabrielle Riel: Hey sweetie  :-)

[18:43] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: helloooooo St. John et al

[18:43] Pru: that's my RL wedding anniversary

[18:43] Iliana Cerise: little did you know LOVE was sneakin up on you, Gabi!

[18:43] Iliana Cerise: Guy! hugggsssssss  :)))

[18:43] Gabrielle Riel: And then Tuesday, Feb 28 is Mardi Gras!

[18:43] Pru: Hi Guy!

[18:43] Kitty: Hey Guy!

[18:43] Gabrielle Riel: That is what our Tuesdays look like for the next month!

[18:43] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: wait, what date was that?  seems inmportant

[18:43] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: Yo Kitty dude

[18:44] Scout MacLeod: Hey Guy!

[18:44] Princess Selena throws a beignet at Guy

[18:44] cadence Carolina: lol

[18:44] cadence Carolina: hi Guy

[18:44] Kylie: LOL

[18:44] Gabrielle Riel: Those are coming in so handy tonight

[18:44] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: googles a beignet and then ducks

[18:44] Princess Selena laughs!!

[18:44] Fox Nacht: ew... half eaten beignets!

[18:44] cadence Carolina: move Kitty

[18:44] Princess Selena: that is an important StJ vocab word....

[18:44] Pru is getting hungry watching flying beignets

[18:44] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: yes Kitty got the moves

[18:44] Kitty: oh yeah

[18:44] Iliana Cerise: Guy I think it's the anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt

[18:45] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: does anyone have a lint roller? tthere's cat fur all over the couch

[18:45] Kitty: haha

[18:45] Iliana Cerise: lol

[18:45] cadence Carolina: lol

[18:45] Fox Nacht: Hahahaha

[18:45] Kylie: LOL

[18:45] Gabrielle Riel laughs

[18:46] Kitty whispers: He's worse than me

[18:46] cadence Carolina: ha

[18:46] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: now that i've completely disrupted everything, hows everyone doing tonight

[18:46] Gabrielle Riel: I just set out beignets Selena sent me

[18:46] Gabrielle Riel: But I don't see them rezzing

[18:47] Kylie: We ate them already

[18:47] cadence Carolina: lol

[18:47] Iliana Cerise: I don't think that hair was Kitty's, Guy... we had a Bigfoot visiting from the swamp earlier

[18:47] Princess Selena: takes like 5 minutes for things to rez

[18:47] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: i feel bad.  Kitty you can sit in my lap if you want

[18:47] Kitty: uh huh

[18:47] Kitty: er..huh

[18:47] Kitty: well lemme think on it

[18:47] Kitty: no

[18:47] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: ok, we can spend the rest of the night avoiding euye contact

[18:47] Pru: awwww

[18:47] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: eye

[18:47] Kitty: k

[18:47] Kitty: blushes

[18:48] Iliana Cerise: lol

[18:48] Scout MacLeod: haha

[18:48] Princess Selena: (they were under the top of the table)

[18:48] Pru: I see them!

[18:48] Gabrielle Riel: Let's make this the official end of the tea transcript, unless you want the world to see you two flirting Kitty and Guy?

[18:48] Princess Selena: tada beignets!

[18:48] Scout MacLeod: mmm beignets

[18:48] Gabrielle Riel: ty Selena!

[18:48] Princess Selena: welcome

[18:48] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: ooh, jammy dodgers!

[18:48] Kitty: oh now that its getting juicy she wants to end it

[18:48] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: Duchess were you saying something about Mardi Gras?

[18:48] Princess Selena: jammy dodgers?

[18:48] Iliana Cerise: giggle

[18:49] Gabrielle Riel: Yes love, you can read the transcript!

[18:49] Emmanuelle Huntress: Wasn't he in a 1940s movie serial?

[18:49] Princess Selena: I got y'all lemon ones cause those are my favs

[18:49] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: AWWWWWWW

[18:49] Gabrielle Riel: You conveniently arrived after all the "business".

[18:49] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: and now i'm getting the business

[18:49] Iliana Cerise: love the shoes and argyle socks, Guy!

[18:49] Kitty: wait Lemonaide creme filled Beignets?? thats  sacrilege!!!!!!!!!!!!

[18:50] Kylie: I agree

[18:50] Princess Selena: shut it, cat

[18:50] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: (whispers) hun you have cat fur on your blouse

[18:50] Fox Nacht: it's a little weird...

[18:50] Kitty: well its true

[18:50] Princess Selena noms happily

[18:50] Kitty: yeah a lot

[18:50] Guy Told 'er I'd Holder: thanks sis

[18:50] Kitty: youd be run outta new Olreans for that

[18:50] Gabrielle Riel: Let's stay and chat! But for the sanity of people reading this transcript, I officially declare this tea finished! Merci à tous!