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It's that time again! Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 4 is on its way!

Welcome to Round 4 of the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo

Yes, it's summer time and we begin our latest round of Marvel rare Pair Bingo for the upcoming year. If you haven't joined us before, then here's a little information about us:

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OOC: So, I went ahead and one of these for Katsuki. I decided not to go too "tsundere" with it, so these are mostly what he honestly looks for in people who want to spend time around him. A lot of these can apply to both platonic and romantic interests, but a few of these only are for romantic interests ("likes physical affection" and "can handle his high libido").

Some further explanations on the squares that aren't super obvious:

Patient with him on his low days - The boy has PTSD from his various near-death experiences. He has a lot of nights where he doesn't sleep enough due to nightmares. He may be moodier on these types of days where he's triggered by something or doesn't sleep well enough. There is also his tinnitus to consider--if his tinnitus is really bad, he will go non-verbal and want to isolate himself from everyone.

Is a rival or "ex-rival" - In "Kacchan speak," an "ex-rival" is a friend. He is very demi across the board. He will not partake in random "hook-ups." He has to learn to trust someone before he can even see them as a potential romantic interest. This square also means that Katsuki wants someone who can keep up with him and can even potentially kick his ass.

Can put up with this shitty sense of humor - He's friends with the "Bakusquad" for a reason. They have very meme-heavy, immature sense of humor. He is not the least bit ashamed of it.

Accepts him as himself - He's dealt with enough people trying to tell him that he can't be a hero as he is. He wouldn't want a partner who wants to "fix him." If they love him, they need to accept him for who he is.

Passionate/Knows what they want - He doesn't have any patience for someone who doesn't know what they want in life. He plans ahead way in advance and knows what what he wants. He wants to be with someone who is a go-getter and isn't afraid to chase after what they want most.

Can call him out on his bullshit - He's aware that he says harsh shit on occasion. If he speaks out of turn, he wouldn't want someone to just sit there and take shit from him. He wants someone to challenge him and tell him when he's being wrong.

Can keep him on his toes - He doesn't want to be with someone who is a wet blanket or is boring. He wants someone with "spice" or someone who can keep shit interesting.

Likes physical affection - Solely for romantic interests- While he doesn't like most people touching him (even if it's affectionate), when it comes to someone he's dating, the way he most shows his feelings for them is through physical touch. He's not as good with his words, so he lets his actions to the talking for him. This is also something he's grown up around in regards to his parents. His parents have always been physically affectionate with each other and towards him.

Makes him feel safe enough to be vulnerable with them - While he acts like he has tough skin, Katsuki can be really sensitive and wears his emotions on his sleeve. During his low moments, he wants to be with someone who won't belittle him or make him feel ashamed to feel vulnerable.

Can handle his high libido - Solely for romantic interests - Due to a side effect of having nitroglycerin running through his veins, he has an abnormally high libido. This is only made worse when he finds someone he wants to be with. Good luck.

If your muse wants to take this to see if they get a "bingo," feel free to tag this blog, so I can see the results.

[liecoris]

Whoops, almost a full board lol

「Oh~ perfect! We love seeing an almost full board~」

【��see if your muse is mukuro's type with this fun bingo card 】 ♡ 【 always accepting 】

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(I tested some of the muses and it almost immediately became clear that Rio was the Most Type)

maki's bingo board.

Pretty solid scores all things considered. “ That's kind of intense. ”

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[gummygowon]

finger paint | choi san

word count: 1.3k 

genre: fluff

established relationship!

warnings: san just makes a sex joke but that’s it 

request: hello hello could i request san with an artist!reader? like they're dating but he's also her muse and she paints him and hfjsjfjd pure fluff ig? also congrats on 100!! deserved

a/n: thank you!! <3 i hope you enjoy! ps. thank you for helping me with literally everything lol

“choi san!” you scolded your boyfriend as he kept moving wayyy too much for you to sketch his body.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help it. but you gave me something really boring to do.” san apologized as he motioned towards the english textbook you gave him. 

you sighed in annoyance thinking of other ways to occupy your boyfriend enough for him to stay still since you current art project was to capture someone in the act of doing something. so of course, you choose to paint san since it was another excuse for you to marvel at your boyfriend plus you got to spend even more time with him and get your schoolwork done. it was a three birds one stone type thing you know?

at first, you asked him to dance for you. letting him freestyle to whatever song was playing. if i’m being honest, you spent the first five minutes just watching san dance. you were absolutely entranced by the way he moved his body so effortlessly and smoothly. 

san had caught on to your staring and teased you for it. “are you gonna start drawing or are you just gonna keep your mouth open? because i’ll give you a reason to keep it open.”

your immediate reaction was to throw whatever was in your reach at him. your weapon of choice was an eraser that hit him square in the forehead. 

“ouch.” he pouted as he rubbed the targeted spot.

“that’s on you.” you defended as you picked up the eraser he threw back at you, your cheeks a pretty pink. “can you get back to dancing now please?”

“you sure? because i-”

“san!” you shouted at him as you pointed your pencil at him threateningly. 

“ok! ok!” he said immediately as he jogged back to his phone to hit play again.

as the music went on, the more you realized it was hard to capture a single dance move. you were getting frustrated each time you had to erase your page. 

“baby, is it okay if you can do something else?” you shyly asked him, feeling bad that he has to switch activities for you.

“sure, of course. what do you have in mind?” he asked you as he lowered the music.

this is how you were left with a twitchy san, who wouldn’t sit still while you tried to sketch him. he always changed his position every few minutes or so claiming that he couldn’t get comfortable. finally, you got tired of san changing positions which led to you slightly snapping at him.

but then a bright idea popped into your head.

there was an art sale at your local target which resulted in you buying some mediocre art supplies for your art students that you had lessons with during the week. you rushed into your storage closet, digging around bins and bags looking for the five-color finger paint set that you never used.

“where did you go?” your boyfriend asked as you returned with a palette and the bottles of paint in your arms. 

“i had to get something.” you answered as you sat back down on the floor, cracking open the paint, secretly praying that they weren’t dry and chunky. fortunately, your prayers were heard and the paint squeezed out the bottles with ease. 

“what’s that for?” san asked pointing to the paint bottle in your hand as he crouched down, “i thought you weren’t done with the sketch?”

“i’m not.” you handed the palette to him, “this is for you.”

“but where am i supposed to paint?” he asked you as he dipped a finger into one of the blobs of paint. 

“good question.” you replied back, motioning for him to sit. you didn’t have any spare canvases to use since you were already on a tight budget plus regular printer paper would just bleed through. you thought carefully about what other surfaces san could use to paint. a white board could work or maybe a-

“what the hell-” you shouted as you felt something touch your knee. you looked down to see san slowly removing his finger from your body, a glob of blue paint still stuck on his finger where a half drawn smiley face was left on your knee.

“i’m sorry.” san replied quickly as he removed his finger and went to go wipe it off. 

“wait.” you pushed his hand away from your leg. if you didn’t have any surfaces for him to paint on, then why don’t you become one? the paint was washable since it was made to be on skin plus you aren’t wasting any more art supplies. 

bingo

“you can keep painting-”

“on your legs?” san interrupted, giving you an odd look. 

“yeah, they’re fingerpaints it’s okay.” you smiled at him before picking up your sketchbook again. 

the pink haired boy shrugged his shoulders and picked up the palette of paint before returning your body. the first thing he did was finish his smiley face on your knee. then he started to dragging his finger around your calf after quietly asking you for to raise your legs, which created a long green line that wrapped around the bottom part of your leg. next, san used his middle finger to dip it into a pretty red color to make a flower right on top of the green line and then he dipped his pinky into some yellow to create the middle of the flower. after alternating between colors and fingers, san had managed to create a pretty vine that had a different colored flower every few inches. he also threw in a few small bees around the plant. 

before continuing to paint the other leg, san had stolen a glance at you. he felt a smile form on his face as he watched your hands glide against the paper smoothly and skillfully with your bottom lip tucked underneath the top one. sunlight falling on you, making your skin glow. san could feel his heartbeat quicken, the longer he stared. he never imagined being able to date someone as lovely and amazing as you. someone who was able to love him but also be his best friend. someone who he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life. 

you could feel your boyfriend’s gaze on you which slowly made you look up from your sketchbook, “what?” is there something on my face?”

“huh? oh no.” san answered as he watched you perked your head up, making eye contact with him. he could feel his heartbeat even faster when your face broke into smile. fuck. he really was in love. 

“what is it?” you asked, a laugh escaping your mouth as you looked at your flustered boyfriend.

“nothing, i just love you.” he replied, gaining some composure. 

now it was your turn to get flustered. you could feel heat rush to your cheeks for the twentieth time today. damn, the things this boy did to you. dating san was full of surprises, cute cuddly moments turning into heated ones. but the biggest one to you was the thought of spending your futures together. he was your only partner that your mind really brought up about spending the rest of your life with someone you love so much. now it was a clearer answer. 

yes, you would spend the rest of you life with choi san. your best friend, boyfriend, and muse. the person who would have your back for life, no matter what. 

“do i not get a ‘i love you’ back?” san pouted with his fingers still covered in paint. 

“yeah.” you teased him, an annoying smile plastered on your face as you dipped a finger into the paint. it was quite obvious that you loved the pink haired boy back but you wanted to mess with him after he wouldn’t sit still. 

“whyyy? that’s not-”

you cut him off by poking his cheek with the finger covered in a bright blue.

“hey!” he shouted at you before reaching to grab a leg but you got up so quickly and sprinted away from his touch. “come back here! i want my ‘i love you’ !”

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Bin.go He.ll S/i

NAME: Ebenezer ‘Marilynn’ S. Drewitt

SHIPPED WITH: Mr. B.ig

ALIAS / TITLE: N/A

NICKNAME(S): Eb (preferred), Mary (very close friends ONLY) .

PRONOUNS: It / He

AGE: Mid to late twenties-ish .

OCCUPATION: Artist .

EYE COLOR: Brown, freckle in right eye .

HAIR COLOR / STYLE: Dyed black, mostly unkempt, typically gelled back but still messy .

TATTOOS: Bands of scripture wrapped around upper and lower left forearm with a crucifix and roses inside. Another scripture band on the upper right forearm. ‘My god watches over me’ across his chest just below his collarbones .

PERSONALITY: Mostly silent, kind and typically calm. An artistic type looking for a muse. Obsessive, though not to a concerning level. Known as a little odd and off, describes himself as ‘existing to the left of humanity’, has never elaborated on that .

FAMILY: Harnesse (cousin) .

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS: TBA

HISTORY: TBA

SHIP HISTORY: His cousin, Harnesse, had forced convinced him to come with her to check out the new bingo hall in town, ‘Mr. B.ig’s Bingo’, Eb was never a big fan of bingo .

When he first laid eyes on Mr. B.ig everything seemed to stop, speed up, slow down, whirl around. It was nauseating in an enchanting way. In one quick moment Eb was completely bewitched .

“Slow drawn-out humming sensation makes a home in Eb’s brain, silent jitters to his fingers. Eb found himself dizzy and short of breath. Quiet panting almost. The room was spinning, colorful ambiance turned to whirls of light—though, through the nauseating sparkle of all around him, one solid presence stood ground. The man. All Eb could seem to see was the lean figure, sharp silhouetted, strides to Eb. Grin never faltering. “Well hello, what’s your name?”. “Marilynn . . .” He answers almost instantly, instinctually leaning into the man’s presence. Unable to raise his tired eyelids. “It’s a pleasure” what makes me so deserving of that soft tone? Eb wonders. A hand at his shoulder and he melts into the man’s touch .

Eb hears a distant hum, a rumble in his chest almost—He’s no longer dizzy. The room has stopped spinning, and he can focus on other folk around. When he turns to his friends they all seem normal, like nothing had just happened .

Was he hallucinating?”

Through the next few weeks the man would appear in Eb’s dreams, they would talk, long conversations about everything and anything. Eb was confused by his long vivid dreams, eventually flat out asking Mr. B “these aren’t dreams, are they?”

Mr. B smiles “No, they’re not.”

“Good.”

Through the growing friendship Eb’s obsessive infatuation eventually turned to genuine love (still obsessive) .

PLAYLIST(S): Like melting hearts .

OTHER FACTS: Favorite board game is checkers .

[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotted Memory

Somewhere out there

Beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me tonight…

Chapter 14 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Alex and Augustus

Meet Me Halfway

John "Soap" MacTavish

Task Force 141

Location Unknown

18 hours ago

He thought he was dead. He thought they were going to kill him. He wished they would, just to end the suffering. But he also wished they wouldn't. He had greater plans, he still wanted to enjoy his life. And it looked like Nero granted half his wish, while depriving him of the other half. He's going to live the rest of his years in hell.

He couldn't stop thinking about that song, he lay flat on the ground, feeling weak, powerless and defeated.

If I lay here… Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

He couldn't feel a thing but he knew he was being transported somewhere. Red flashes filled his eyes as he slowly slipped away from the conscious world.

~

2 Seconds.

A single drop of water plopped on the cold floor where he laid every 2 seconds. It was getting annoying, but he thanked it for actually waking him up.

Soap struggled to get up and forced himself to do so, grunting in pain as the muscles and bones of his body reacted to his sudden movements. Enduring all the pain, he gasped and got up, moving to the direction of the only ray of light from a crack in the ceiling.

He limped but he had hope, exhaling with excitement as the light got closer every step he took. Then clang! He hit his head on an iron bar. He's in a prison cell, deep underground.

"Shite." he cursed, dropping his knees on the ground, his energy already ran out and he felt thirsty.

"That's freshwater dripping down there." An unknown voice emerged from the darkness, Soap wanted to believe he's hallucinating, but an old figure emerged from the shadows. His hair mostly greyed out and it was long enough that Soap believed he'd been here for far too long.

"The name's Jack. And I suggest you rehydrate. I've been here long enough that you could trust that it's safe." he suggested. His tone was strict but helpful and Soap knew he's trustworthy. They're both prisoners and as the saying goes: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"

"So… uh Jake. What brings you to this dark and gloomy place?" Soap asked, his voice was barely audible but he was heading straight to the dripping freshwater.

"Turns out our friend Nero doesn't want me dead yet. He couldn't pry any information from me. I'm CIA, literally trained half my life to keep information away. He should've just killed me when he got the chance." He replied.

"So, that means he's going to get something out of you too…" he added, Soap looked worried, he didn't undergo some torture training and hes afraid of what Nero wants from him.

"Look kid, I know you're worried. That's why we won't let that happen. Okay? I have a plan." Jake patted Soap's shoulder, it still hurts from all the stomping and the tossing around but he knew he didn't mean it.

"So… CIA. Guess you crossed paths with Alex." Soap asked, his low accent echoed across the dark cage.

"Yeah. Alex. He was like my son, trained him and assisted him all throughout his CIA Career."

"He kinda disobeyed orders by joining the good side which looked bad in the eyes of the higher ups." Soap reported.

"Hm… It's very unusual of him to not follow orders, unless he believes it's for a better cause." Jack supplied to which Soap nodded, agreeing Jack's assumption.

"It was a good cause. Sacrificed himself for the greater good. Miraculously made it out, but lost his leg in the process." Soap continued, updating the old man about his protege, he's actually glad he did as he could feel the man's mood rising from grumpy prisoner to someone a little less grumpy.

"He had good morals, that kid. He could go far with that attitude… I just hoped that falling in love would not be his downfall… just like what happened to me…" he muttered. Soap didn't make out the last sentence so he assumed it was his own thoughts leaking out of his head. He didn't bother asking again.

The iron doors opened and a new patch of light opened. Jack looked at Soap with determination and nodded.

"Looks like it's showtime, sharkbait." Soap nodded noting the Finding Nemo reference at these trying times.

Jack was right. They had a practice of how to handle prisoners for interrogation. A few stomps, handcuffs, sack on the head and push you if you don't cooperate. Soap had to go through the whole thing, and as far as he knows, Jack must have gotten the key.

He limped his way to the interrogation room, buying enough time for Jack to blindly find the keyhole from the cell. He tried fighting back but the taser sticks were already giving him a bad time.

Just as Jack described, the interrogation room consisted of a dentist chair and a television, his captors were beside him preparing orders from Nero on the screen.

Soap squirmed his way out of the chair, trying to be convincing that he had no idea what's going on.

"Stop squirming! Tell us where the girl is… or I'll take a wild guess and destroy your base instead." Nero yelled. His voice was low, like it ran through a voice changer.

"Sod off…" Soap spat and squirmed again, receiving a shock from the taser. He groaned as tendrils of electricity ran through his body shaking him almost unconscious.

"Lower the voltage or he won't respond! Dumbasses! We need something from him!" Nero yelled at his henchmen.

"So… MacTavish…22nd Parachute Regiment, S.A.S., Now Task Force 141… Skilled in combat, Sniper and Demolitions… You know a proper brainwash would help me get the code from you right?" he mused.

"FOUR!" Soap roared from the top of his lungs, panting after he yelled.

"Four? What the fuck are you talking about?" Nero asked, looking confused. Addition to that, the ground shook and made everyone else in the room wonder.

"What's going on?" Nero asked.

"What? we're under attack? By who? How?" Soap's ears could hear the distress from their leader and from the looks of it, 141 already found him making it easier for him and Jack to get out of this hell hole.

"Augustus is gone? They're going to pay! Okay boys kill this man now. We have to send them a message!" Nero yelled angrily and the tv turned to static.

Meet me Halfway

Francine "France" Winters

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Briefing Room

"We're being pressured to capture Nero. With our base compromised, the Board would now decide for our force's future. Simon Riley is now researching Augustus' burner phone, if we're lucky enough, it could lead us to our next clue." Shepherd calmly informed the force about the status. He looked in distress but he had to keep pushing forward, to end this warfare.

"Some of Nero's forces are already in New York. It turns out he could command the brainwashed civilians to deploy EMP blasts but recon noticed that he could only command a few at a time. This means without the IP address, he is still powerless and trying hard." Shepherd added.

"I want you all to always be ready for an all out attack on Nero. Let's prove to the board that we're the best one for the job." He muttered and dismissed everyone. France decided to stay in the briefing room and let the quiet consume her thoughts.

"You okay?" A reassuring hand held her shoulder. She knew it was Gary and tears started to fall from her eyes.

"I… I can't stop worrying about him, Roach." She croaked and gave Roach a very pained stare. She actually missed John's presence even after being together for a short while, she felt that they shared a lot of common things together, the strive to become better, the response to danger even off duty and the determination to achieve a goal. Those were her traits that he also had, these same traits that made him like her despite his cocky first impression.

"Let's help out Ghost track that son of a bitch Nero down. And maybe it'll lead us to him." Roach assured them as they both stood up and went to Research.

"How… how can you still be so sure that he's okay?" she sobbed.

"The dogtags." Ghost interjected while typing furiously on the computer.

"If Soap was dead, he should've shown us his tag. That would cripple some of our Force's focus and would lead to his success in invading and capturing Samantha." Ghost continued, he made sense and France almost smiled with the two's support. Instead, she just breathed out and helped Ghost.

"So, have you traced each source?" France asked Ghost as she also started furiously typing codes and strings of data input.

"Yes, they're really sneaky with the encryption, but I keep on getting pings at one location before it spreads in different places." he explained.

"The nearest signal tower. Every packet almost goes through there. You see that?" France pointed at the screen.

"Yeah I do. Let's start tracing that source." Ghost muttered and the map already pinged the tower's location.

"Bingo." they both whispered and cheered, hugging each other as a sign of success. France felt Ghost's tight hug and felt something off about the guy, then he actually removes half of his mask and pouts his cheek close to hers.

"I…. uh… I'm sorry" Ghost shyly said as France pushed him away and felt awkward at the situation. Gary just stood there in shock as Price entered the room.

"What's the news?" he asked, looking at the three.

"We found him, Sir." Ghost cleared his throat and put back his mask.

"Well, bloody hell. Let's go then!" he said as they all ran towards the exit and prepared themselves. France didn't have the time to think about the events earlier as she was still worried about Soap's safety. She hopes that whatever lies in that place would give her an answer.

~

"FIRE!" Captain Price yelled as snipers quickly shot the guards surrounding the icy fortress. The gulag housed people that the world didn't want but couldn't kill, and she hoped that John MacTavish was on that list.

Danger close explosions crippled both attacking and defending forces as Price roared at Shepherd to be careful. France gulped as she saw a very open field that they're dropping in on and knew for a fact that she's very open and weak at these positions.

Her mind raced, looking at every angle. Tangos were everywhere carrying different kinds of weapons. With minimal angles to hide on, the force, led by Roach aggressively advanced to the Gulag, dodging heavy fire, grenades and RPG Rockets. As soon as they found the tunnel leading deep into the Gulag, France already felt comfortable. This was her playing zone and no one's going to stop her from getting into Nero.

The way in was almost clear, no enemies were against them but instead they ran further into the Gulag. Something was off.

Gunfire was heard deep into the Gulag and as soon as the team reached the control room, Ghost already did his magic. Opening gates, looking at the cameras and defending their six. The masked man helped them further advance into the Gulag.

"Nero's not here…" Ghost said.

"How so?" Price angrily muttered.

"He never set foot in this place. He only uses a television to communicate."

"Bloody hell. Now what?"

" I see two heat signatures behind that wall."

Roach quickly planted a c4 breach and as soon as it exploded Francine pounced at the closest person, raising her fist and looking at its eyes to see the punch go through.

Blue eyes. Those shades of blue. France stopped his fist as tears started to well from her eyes, dropping some on his bare chest.

"John…" she whimpered and smiled.

"Fra.." she didn't let him finish, she kissed him. She didn't care what everyone else thought. The gunfire and explosions suddenly felt nothing to her. She didn't care how John's lips tasted, all she cared about was that he's alive and she's on his arms.

Extraction quickly followed as Shepherd's forces already did a lot of damage on the old fortress. They barely got out just in time for the building's inevitable collapse but they're safe.

Next Chapter : Secret Alliances

Notification Squad my beloved

@samatedeansbroccoli @enderio @smokeywhalee @beemybee @whimsywispsblog @ricinbach

[sweetsoundsofignorance]

Currently running around bugging people and I want to know your thoughts on this: if you had full creative control of the show, how would you run season 5? You can pick and choose whatever leaks you want to include.

Thank you for the ask! 💕 A very fun exercise, and there has been some excellent speculation from the fandom. I’ve enjoyed reading everyone’s takes on it that I’m almost inclined to create bingo cards out of everyone’s nuttier speculations and play Riverdale batshit bingo for the season, a la Cabin the Woods.

I should say Riverdale speculation and leaks can leave me feeling overwhelmed at times, so I drift in and out when they are circling. Therefore, this rant is limited to the leaks/speculation/trailer gifs I have seen or heard about because I have no self-control. I’ve also not seen 4x17 or 4x18 (though I feel like I have through a mishmash of so many GIFs and recaps and speculations). In my mind, 4x17 is just *insert gif of Betty standing in the middle of the woods holding a bloody rock* Atm, no one knows how we got there.

Given the beginning of season five will be the tail-end of season four, perhaps start there? This got away from me, so it’s under the cut.

I imagine they will close four with the reveal of the voyeur and Chic/Charles plotline (with Riverdale you never know where they’re going to be selectively sloppy). In that case, I have fully adopted the following speculation/serenity prayer: see @sullypants theory here. It’s the perfect level of batshit Riverdale and it’s consistent with the hypnosis (cannot keep a straight face just typing it) plotline. I know, consistent and Riverdale should never be in the same sentence without some negative participle in between. So, that “cleans up” the Bughead infidelity but leaves Varchie in the weeds (sigh). It would ex out Charles/Chic. The fallout would break up Falice, possibly.

 FP gets busted for all the shady shit he’s done as sheriff and has to flee the country, so hi, Canada, but no wrestle mania with the grizzly bears this time. Or he gets eaten by a bear. I don’t care.

 Veronica gains some self-agency and leaves for college. Though I want her to get out from under her father, loyalty to family is so engrained with the Lodges that I don’t see it happening. Maybe we’ll get lucky and Hiram’s terminal illness kills him. If Toni and Cheryl break up, Cheronica may happen through their rum business, which takes off. I would not be remiss if Cheryl and Veroncia were endgame, but I know it won’t shake out like that, so. Also, if it is hypnosis, I hope Veronica and Betty would still be friends long-distance.

 Toni takes the reins for the Southside, ends the rampant Serpent misogyny, actually makes the neighborhood a safe space for the residents, and works to end the cycle of poverty. She manages the White Wyrm, and yes, there are still strippers because nothing wrong with that, but the Serpent Dance is barely a footnote. I am curious if they will shoot around Vanessa’s pregnancy, but if they incorporate it into the show, I would not be against Cheryl and Toni having a child together. If they did not break up.

 For Jughead, he got his MFA at Iowa, but in true millennial fashion, never made it past that (for a great fic on the plight of the underemployed over-educated millennial see @imreallyloveleee head underwater). He might have written a first novel that was semi-popular, received a few good reviews but overall lambasted by the bigger names. Head canon is that it becomes a cult classic in later years, perhaps a screenplay. Hard forever no to him being an alcoholic, but I can see some Sideways-level angst dealing with trying to get over writer’s block (plus anxiety block based on the mediocre success of his first) for his next novel and some bitterness about his first novel, which may be the driving wedge between Jughead and whoever ends up being his SO in this scenario.

 Jughead as an English teacher gels for me. I’ve written him as an English teacher. I like reading him as an English Teacher (*cough* *cough* @geekspen). Though they flopped with the Jug and Jellybean relationship in season four, I always imagined Jughead from season one and that brief moment in season three as a very present and considerate big brother type. Based on those brief interactions we have gotten, I would believe Jughead is good with kids, especially teenagers. He’s had experience dealing with dumbass adolescents, i.e. the Serpents, and (kind of) keeping them in line, mainly by out-extra-ing the morons (see declaring himself gamemaster by ordering Cheryl to shoot an arrow through a can on his head). I see him being that curmudgeonly teacher that gets along with those grab-bag students on the edge of committing a crime out of sheer boredom who linger in their English teacher’s classrooms during lunch and after school (that’s how we started our creative writing club in high school), and that leads me to a head-canon about him starting, yes, a creative writing club or running the Blue and Gold. I love full-circle shit like that. I think he would be an objectively bad teacher but a very good one in the context of Riverdale, if that makes sense.

 Bughead long distance did not pan out, and Betty being Betty immersed herself in her career – degree in criminal psychology, BSU at the FBI, the whole shebang. Reports of a giant man with red eyes and wings seen in the vicinity of places where people are disappearing. FBI!Betty investigates these at her alma mater until one happens in Riverdale, which drags her investigation thattaway.

 Veronica is unhappy with her SO for whatever reason (not exactly jazzed about her being with a douche but ok). She is successful but wistful. Her father dies. She uses it as an excuse to break up with her SO and return to Riverdale to help her mother manage the estate. Because Veronica is successful in her own right, most of the estate goes to her mother and Hermosa. She returns to Pop’s one night for nostalgia’s sake. She signed the diner back over to Tate years ago.

 Jughead is there struggling to write after a fight with his SO.

 Side note: I don’t like love triangles. Even less, I don’t like setups for more infidelity, even if it would lead to my ship ending up together. I understand that is often the reality (I’ve witnessed it), but I think it is bad writing. So, for any of the core four’s respective SOs, please no cheating on them. Break it off. Learn from your mistakes. Therefore, Jughead soon breaks up with his SO after meeting Veronica in Pop’s.

 Veronica sits with him. Cue some reminiscing. Perhaps the mystery starts in the speakeasy, of which Veronica is still the partial owner. This connects Betty and Veronica down the road. Because Jughead witnessed it, Betty crosses paths with him.

 Initially, Betty is reticent to let Jughead get involved with her investigation. However, Jughead is just as obsessed with the mystery (because he’s him), so they keep running into each other. He gets in the way a few times (more tension). Eventually, Jughead ends up discovering some important piece of evidence that Betty needs, so she gives in. Before he joins her investigation, he may be keeping his own personal murder board in the Blue and Gold at school after hours… Lots of sexual tension. I’d even be down for friends with benefits because *insert gif of Donna accusing Betty of being addicted to Jug’s vitamin D*. But Betty knows she isn’t going to stay in Riverdale and they’ve already tried and failed long-distance, so she keeps putting on the brakes. Jughead starts to get his writing mojo back, too, because I will never not believe Betty is his muse.

 Archie. Oh Archie. Deployed overseas for a time, though I cannot stand the idea of giving this kid anymore PTSD. He returns, and for a while, spends most of his time alone at the old gym and in the Andrews home. His old army buddy shows up out of work. He works with Toni to create a real community center for the Southside youth because I enjoyed that poorly executed plotline in season four. This also gives his army buddy a job. His army buddy is from New Haven, so he ends up being a Mothman suspect, given it started at Betty’s alma mater.

 Through his work with Toni, he gets dragged into Jughead’s orbit. Maybe they both try to reactivate the community center’s big brother program together. It’s just very difficult for me to imagine Jughead accepting/forgiving Archie, and though I cannot imagine how they would resolve it, I would like to see it.

[colony22graphics]

Welcome to Colony 22′s Holiday AU Bingo Challenge!

Since the last AU Bingo board was such a hit, we decided now would be the perfect time for volume 2—holiday style! It’s our hope that this little (totally optional) game will help give you fun bursts of muse during a quieter season on the dash, and lots of engaging things to explore, whether you’re interested in canon self-paras or headcanons, non-canon AU threads, or playful graphics, for yourself or for others!

Of course as it is not actually December in the RP verse, the ‘holiday’ theme is mostly for us muns, but is also intentionally vague—you may explore any holiday, family gathering, religious or non-religious tradition that strikes your fancy or that inspires you based on the tiles above! (i.e. in the RP verse, it’s actually around Passover time, so you may prefer to explore something along those themes, or any other holiday your character(s) would have participated in—or even decidedly not participated in). I also know snow and winter and some of the traditions references don’t apply to everyone for the December holidays, but feel free to get creative and explore them in whatever way you like!

How it Works

Each square on the board has a theme that you can incorporate into any kind of creative work you wish! The WHITE tiles (trope themes) are specifically AU, and are intended for any written or other creative works that involve other characters from the RP but are intentionally an Alternate Universe and therefore non-canon. (Of course, mentions/inclusions of characters other than your own in self-paras etc will require the consent of other muns!) The BLUE tiles, however, are WORD PROMPTS and can also be used to explore canon things, including flashbacks/self-paras, moodboards, headcanons, etc. (If you choose to do any of these blue tile word prompts as AUs instead, then be sure it’s clearly labelled as such!)

Additionally, for the AU Themes, if you are interested in writing threads with other players, you are certainly welcome to do them as paras (might be a great opportunity if you need to up your para counts) but you are also welcome to explore chat threads—and here’s a fun kicker: if you wish, you may choose alternate faceclaims for the threads, if the AU involves any age changes (your character as a kid or teenager, or perhaps your character older and married or so on and so forth!) But of course, this is totally optional!

Non-Written Creations

As all media rules still apply, the following submissions should be submitted to the Graphics Blog:

gif sets

graphics

visual artwork (i.e. sketches, drawings, paintings etc etc)

video edits

playlists (with cover art)

[ As always, you will be properly credited for all your work, and you are always welcome to add your own credit text in the description of your submission and format it any way you like! ]

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Written Work

Written work (self-paras, para or chat threads, poetry, miscellaneous ~experimental~ wordy things) can be posted on your own character account as long as it is clearly marked in the title to indicate that it’s an AU bingo activity or canon flashback/word prompt/headcanon etc and everything should be tagged with #col22bingo, so that the mods can easily locate it and there is no confusion. Feel free also to track the tag!

Please also note in the TITLE (and separately in tags if you wish) which square the submission/creation is for. Some of them are going to be super obvious, but some may not be, and it’ll make things a lot easier for the mods to track if you title and tag them appropriately!

Some Theme Examples

As you can see, most of the categories are pretty self explanatory, but we thought a couple of them would benefit from a bit of clarification, so:

National Lampoon AU: Inspired by the classic Christmas film “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” this tile is basically looking for anything involving family gatherings and the chaos/absurdity/disaster that often comes with it. First holiday shared with the crazy in-laws? Family members or exes who absolutely can’t be in the same room but are in the same room? Over crowded homes with cousins and uncles sleeping on couches and air-mattresses? Disastrous cooking or decorating or gathering fiascos? Basically, you name it, and we’ll be here for it—with popcorn. 

Home Alone AU: A Macaulay Culkin style adventure—feel free to explore the ‘getting left behind at the airport’ element, the ‘going ham on home intruders’ element, any creative variation of such scenarios, or all of the above! This might be an example of one that works well as a crossover idea!

Holiday “Spirits” AU: Get into the Holiday Spirit by breaking out those Holiday Spirits!! As in, any scenario involving getting tipsy (or downright sloshed) on eggnog or liqueur or wine (the list goes on and on.) This doesn’t have to be your character, of course, it can be any combination of scenarios, just something about celebratory drinks (or lack there of!) Reminder to please tag any triggers where it might be appropriate! 

Pantomime AU: A very British Christmas tradition of comedic, fantastical stage performances often based on well known children’s stories, with encouraged (and silly) interactions from the audience. If you’re not British, but you’ve ever been to a Rocky Horror performance, it might be a little bit like that. Read about this fabulous and fun tradition here. 

"The tree” AU: This one is a bit more Christmas specific, but any scenario involving getting a tree—whether it be buying a real one from a market, fetching one from the woods and bringing it home, putting up a fake one, decorating, arguing... and of course, if you’re looking for chaos, any fiascos that may come with any of these scenarios!

Closing Details

Just like last time, this is purely for fun and there is zero pressure to participate if it doesn’t tickle your fancy, but if you do want to, you can track your progress on the board located on the graphics blog here. (We will update as frequently as we can, but it may take up to a day or two for your results to appear!)

During the course of this challenge, we will post updates whenever someone achieves a line, (or if by some miracle, someone goes for a blackout!) There are no prizes, but there are definitely bragging rights. For the time being, the end date of this challenge is TBD, but it will likely last through January. It doesn’t feel particularly necessary to close these things super quickly, but we may at some point stop tracking the results, and we’ll let you know when that happens!

As always, if you have any questions at all about the game, submission types or any of the AU themes or prompts, please hit us up on the main blog ask and we’ll be glad to help! We will tag all posts and answers regarding this challenge with col22bingo so you can easily find it in the tags or on the main blog!

And finally, to every member of this little star RP fam, new and old and everything in between, thank you for an amazing year. Though 2020 was rough on all accounts and for everyone, this community and you fabulous people helped to provide an oasis of safety and imagination to escape to when things on the outside got bad. I know I speak for just about every last one of us when I say I seriously don’t know where I would have been all year without you guys. All the mods and I are so, so grateful for your continued, absolutely staggering loyalty and commitment. So here’s to another incredible year at Colony 22! Let’s finish off our 7th year right!

Lots of love, and have fun!!

Col22!Mods

[guylty]

Screenshot bingo continues.

If anything, TI – and that is mainly Richard Armitage as Claude Monet – is a pleasure to look at. Just a cursory glance at my screenshot loot of episode 2 shows that there were smiles and gorgeous galore. But well, it’s not all beauty and joy in the show, and there were things that I felt irked by, too.

Quick summary

Part 2 of the mini series begins after the Franco-Prussian war with Monet and his family returning from London. He reconnects with the scene in Paris and continues to paint – without much success as the salon is still dominated by the Marquis de Chennevières who ridicules the Impressionists’ work. After focusing on Monet and his friendship with Renoir and Bazille, as well as Manet’s groundbreaking work on painting in part 1, this episode still has Monet as the main protagonist but also looks at Edgar Degas. With his eyesight deteriorating and money running scarce after his father’s death, Degas struggles as a painter. Despite producing beautiful work, his treatment of his fragile models is rude and neglectful.

The early worm paints the sunrise. Screenshot

Monet finds himself transfixed by light and colour. The painting that eventually is responsible for the moniker “impressionism”, is a study of the sunrise that he paints in a rush one morning, racing outside to capture the sunlight in all its glory. Similarly, he sets his canvas up in a train station because he wants to paint the whirling steam. What a pioneer! As the salon won’t display the impressionists’ paintings, the group decides to put on their own show, which is to take place in a photographer’s studio. “One passing fad helping another” as the Marquis says… little does he know…

. Renoir, Monet and Degas are on board; Manet declines any participation. Despite great hopes, the exhibition is not a success, neither with critics nor with public.

Consoling Alice Hochedé… well, who wouldn’t want to be consoled by him… Screenshot

At this point, Monet and his wife are living in poverty. Money from Monet’s patron Ernest Hochedé is not forthcoming either. When Monet goes to visit his patron’s home, he meets Hochedé’s wife Alice and the series makes it clear that she will have much influence on Monet later. Meanwhile, Camille’s health deteriorates. She has always been a favourite model for Monet, and even in death he remains transfixed by the play of light on her features. The fortunes of Monet’s patron Hochedé have changes, too, and Alice and her children have moved in with Monet – which leads Degas, jealous of Monet and Renoir finally being represented in the salon with their paintings, puts a hoax article in the newspaper declaring Monet dead, and claiming he has a relationship with Alice Hochedé. Monet confronts Degas – and the impressionist movement seems to splinter…

Some thoughts on part 2

We get another episode opening with Monet on a train. Maybe it has worked out cheaper that way, but whenever I see steam trains and the name Richard Armitage on the credits, I immediately think of NS. And I always wonder whether these things are coincidences or whether some clever scriptwriter has copped on that repeating the earlier crowd pleaser is something that would appeal to the fans? Well, probably not – we are far too small a group to be recognised. But it is funny, nonetheless. And it begs the question what RA thinks about these things? Does he have the same associations? Does he ever suspect he is being used as a babe magnet?

Granted, the more I watch of TI, the more I get used to the straggly hair and the goaty beard. And suddenly Richard looks gorgeous… Especially his blue eyes stood out to me in this episode, where I particularly noticed the intense shade of blue in a number of scenes.

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I have to admit that I am not that interested in the other painters, and that is all down to RA. I want to see Monet’s story, not Degas or Manet. Renoir is acceptable – because he is close friends with Monet and therefore likely to feature in scenes… Mind you, I thought Degas’ story is really interesting because of the connection to the ballet. How the young dancers were taken advantage of by rich men who pretend to be patrons but really only just want to get into the dancers’ knickers… Dirty business…

In contrast, Monet is clean and beautiful art. “The sun was my muse”, he explains, and that whole sequence (around 15:00) of Monet getting up early to paint at sunrise basically is the whole mini-series in one scene. He explains what is so compelling about the impressionists: For the first time, an art movement focuses on light and how it is seen depending on time of day, angle, etc. , hence Monet’s excitement and rush to paint the sunrise. Paintings are not static as such, but they now depict movement – such as the rising sun, or the whirling steam in a train station. And like its distant cousin photography, impressionism for the first time elevates ordinary people, scenes and objects to subject matters, often painting from unusual angles and communicating not just superficial beauty to the spectator, but transporting an atmosphere or emotion. This is a mini lecture on what impressionism is and how it differs from what came before.

Monet worshipping the sun… reminds me of Ricky Deeming calling upon the goddess… Screenshot

That is all very interesting but what is compelling in the series remains the smile, the joy, the happiness, the energy of Monet. Always positive, always hopeful, always a doer. He doesn’t fret when he is poor and unrecognised; when he makes the sale – he spends the money on bread and cheese. And he organises a counter-exhibition to the salon when the art dealer stops buying the impressionists’ art.

As has been remarked on several times in the comments to last week’s re-watch post, the show is very good at putting the famous Monet paintings into context – or visualising them on the screen. And again, this is a wonderful lesson for all art-interested people, seeing what Monet must have seen when he was dabbing the canvas and created his masterpieces.

Talking of dabbing the canvas – another point of discussion last week was a quote by TI‘s art consultant Leo Stevenson who paid Richard the greatest compliment. Thank you to Lilianschild for digging up the quote.

Some actors, like Richard Armitage, actually took to painting extremely well and painted in a really convincing manner. Others were nervous of doing any real painting and so I sometimes stood in for them in their costumes for the close-ups of ‘their’ hands painting or drawing. .”

I had a little look, and while of course it is inconclusive how much he actually painted himself, there is something about the way RA holds the paint brush. Even though he has really large hands and therefore the brush looks very delicate, it appears as if he has the lightest touch. He holds the paint brush properly and dabs lightly at the canvas. Method man is certainly convincing… Clearly some prime porn for fans with a hand fetish, as the extremities are beautifully accentuated by frilly shirt cuffs and  wide puffy sleeves.

Delicate fingers…

What still irks me, is the framing action with old Monet in Giverny. And here is another reason why I don’t like those interludes: I can’t quite reconcile the happy, cheerful, positive young Monet with the old, negative codger from 1920. Old Monet seems to be scolding the journalist for every single question, always correcting him, always defending himself, always the one who knows, always raising his voice, always arguing. Never calm, quiet, benign and wise with age. He’s really not very sympathetic at all. The Four Yorkshiremen by Monty Python come to mind…

While I very much enjoyed all the shiny happy Monet of episode 2, I was also glad to see him expand his scope to some more dramatic emotions. The death of Camille is a truly touching scene – the contrast of the painter, concentrating on shapes, light and composition, seeing beauty in death, presumably, and thus immortalising his dead wife once again on canvas – and then, immediately afterwards the bereaved husband who has just realised the enormity of his loss and helplessly cries. “Jesus, he’s devastating when he cries.” is what I noted down. It reminded me why and how I fell for Armitage the actor, i.e. when he played Lucas North in the final scene of season 9 on the roof and… He needs more roles like that!

Emoting something else than anger

Luckily for us, the episode did not end on a sad note. Instead we see the beginnings of the relationship with Alice Hoschedé, and that is quite beautiful, though. Possibly because it starts out without love, but a bit of a confrontation. The scene in the garden where Monet consoles Alice because she tells him her husband can’t pay him… the soft touch of his hand on her hair. She cries on his shoulder. Yes, that demands three screenshots for illustration #UncompromisingFangirlMode

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Sure, there is the fangirl fluff again. Coupled with puppy eyes and *boom* there go my pants. But when it comes to the man who doesn’t just have a pigeon hole but a whole dovecote for poker-faced, emotionally hardened spy types, this would really be quite a departure.

So, all in all an hour happily spent watching young Monet. At the end of the episode, the tides are finally turning. Monet gets a painting into the salon. He cuts his hair. And he gets quite angry. I leave you with a derp that isn’t meant to make fun of RA – but just to make you laugh. How unrecognisable he is in that screenshot. Thank cod!

The Impressionists  part 3 to follow next week? Hopefully I will get it in – I will be travelling home to Germany on Tuesday, staying one week with my mum.

Feel free to comment below – or to write your own review on your own blog. If you do, don’t forget to link to it in my comments!

Re-Watching The Impressionists [part 2]- Impressed Screenshot bingo continues. If anything, TI - and that is mainly Richard Armitage as Claude Monet - is a pleasure to look at.

[jimlingss]

Brass & Strings [2]

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 Words: 2.9k Genre: Fluff, Humour (?), Slice of Life, Music!Au, College!Au Summary: Have you ever wondered what happens to the mean girl after high school? Where do they go, where do they end up? More importantly, what happens when they get mixed up with the classic nerd that's always too nervous to answer 'no'? Things become a lot more complicated when Kim Namjoon encounters you. They dub you as 'bat-shit insane' and you're not ashamed.

Cr.

Namjoon’s hands are within his lap and he peers down at them, twiddling his fingers and looking anywhere but you. No matter how much you lean down, trying to lock gazes and how intense your stare is, he refuses to meet your eyes. “I-Is there something you need from me?”

You lean back, watching as his glasses slide down the slope of his nose and he pushes it back up again hastily. “No. There’s something you need from me.”

It was quite a feat to catch Kim Namjoon. Every time you approached him, he would run in the opposite direction. When you stared at him in class, he would wipe his sweat away and excuse himself to the bathroom. It took you cornering him in the library after two days and demanding that he follow you to the coffee shop to be able to sit where you are now.

It’s not like you could blame him though. You did splash steaming coffee all over him.

Before the timid man in front of you can ask you what you mean, you slide your phone across the table. Namjoon follows the device and you motion him to press play. He swallows hard, holding it into his hands and his doe irises glue to the video.

Within a few sips of your iced drink, a scan of your surroundings and a short seconds spent gazing outside, when you redirect your vision to him, Namjoon’s face has outright paled.

The harpist gently puts down your phone and his pupils shake, hands back into his lap.

“Did you enjoy that? It definitely caused quite the scene. People became really mad.” You smirk at how his eyes momentarily flicker to your plush lips pressed against the straw. When your tongue pokes out to wet your mouth, he gulps and looks back into your eyes. “Our fellow classmates were about to create an entire riot. After all, how could a musician, no matter what they play, treat an instrument like that. They wanted to...hmm..what was it? Oh yeah, throw this person out of the faculty, make them pay, blacklist them from the music community.”

“That would certainly be a shame, wouldn’t it? To have your passion slip away from your fingers…” You sigh sheepishly, chin resting in your propped hand as your eyes glimmer. “You know, Namjoon, flutes are fairly expensive. The professional ones usually cost more than seventeen thousand but hand-crafted, custom made from professionals, golden plated instruments cost even more so.”

He releases a shaky breath, beads of sweat building at his forehead. The man is so easy to manipulate, so easy to play with, it’s almost sad. Namjoon nearly evokes a sense of guilt within you. “What do you want?”

A giant smile pulls at the corners of your lips. “I’m glad you’re willing to discuss this. But I’ve heard some rumours about you, Namjoon.”

The harpist raises his chin and blinks at you with wide eyes. “R-r-rumours?”

“You’re a science major, aren’t you? Well, you were.” You cross your arms, looking out the glass window again as you tiredly re-tell your sob story for him to hear. “You see, my parents aren’t all on board with me and my music major. Long story short, they’ve made me double major in something I don’t care about and frankly those classes and those assignments are a waste of my precious time.”

Namjoon puts two and two together. “So you want me to take those classes for you?”

“Bingo.” You snap your fingers, grinning at him. “You really are smart.”

“How will that even work? I-I can’t do that for you. It’s...It’s against the rules! T-that’s cheating! We could get thrown out.”

You wave your hand, motioning him to silence. “It’s impossible to become expelled, trust me. And we can figure out the details. But are you on board or not?”

Some might call you spoiled, a bitch or an absolute brat. And you can’t really disagree. Born with a golden spoon, every single inch pampered since birth, your life has been set. Anything and everything that you want, you end up getting. And it seems like this is one of the many times that things won’t change.

“C-can you give me some time to think? Just a little bit to consider…..please?” Namjoon pushes up his glasses again, stealing a glimpse of you as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. You muse that the harpist could be even more cute if he wasn’t wearing such a dirty flannel and he combed his hair for once. At the moment, he looks no less than a pitiful beggar and it allows you to give some mercy to him.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes, heaving out the answer like it exhausts you. “I’ll give you twenty four hours. By then, if you refuse or you don’t answer me, I’ll release the video.” Namjoon nods and you add on, “also, I know you wouldn’t but in the case you try to delete it or steal my phone somehow, I’ve got it backed up at several locations. Don’t test me.”

Namjoon observes as your red stained lips draw into yet another smirk. You slide your shades onto your face, swiping your mobile device while snatching your Versace handbag. With a hair flip and your heels clacking against the tile, the cafe door opens and slams, the bell jangling violently.

The harpist holds his head within his hands, groaning and melting into a spineless mess.

//

He wonders what sin he must’ve committed in his past life to deserve this.

It didn’t make sense. Namjoon has helped grannies across the street, hold their grocery bags all the way to their house. He’s given his seat up on the train and the bus for pregnant ladies, children and the elderly when he had pulled all-nighters, ready to pass out at any given chance. Every time there was a charity, Namjoon had forked out the bills he could. He’s the type of person to help at any given chance - to bring wallets he’s found on the street to the police station, to spend an hour with a crying child, consoling them and looking for their parents.

Namjoon wasn’t a saint but he’s not the devil. Not like you are; you’re practically a demon that showed up from nowhere.

“Jimin. I know you’re mad at me but I need your advice right now. More than ever, so can you at least look at me?” Namjoon puts his hand on the shoulders of his roommate and he shakes the shorter man. “Please!”

The cute college student scoffs and brushes his hands away. “Do you even know what you left me to do, Joon?! I had to clean up your mess like always! And I had to scrub the toilets! Why don’t you ever get that job? How is this even fair?” He whines, jumping up and down and wiggling his limbs in protest. Namjoon tries his best not to crack a smile at how cute the angry boy is. “I’m serious!”

“I know.” Namjoon attempts to sympathize. “And I’m sorry, Jimin. You know I can’t help my clumsiness. I promise I’ll clean up after myself next time. Just right now, I need you.”

Jimin mumbles something incoherent and he walks off to the kitchen, handing Namjoon the drying towel. As the latter man unloads the broken dishwasher, the former tucks the plates away in the cabinets. “Jimin, have you ever heard of a L/N Y/N?”

“L/N...sounds familiar.” He frowns and stands on the tips of his toes to put away the mugs. “Oh isn’t that the name of one of the chemistry professors?”

“Professors?” Namjoon frowns. “No. She’s a classmate of mine.”

“Y/N….” Jimin hums and tilts his head to the side. “I think I know who you’re talking about…. Yeah, I’ve seen her around. She’s scary.”

The boy in glasses grimaces and agrees.

Namjoon has never had many friends. Besides the fact that he’s always been shy and timid, those who became friendly with him most frequently had ulterior motives. They’d use him for his brain, answers to homework and to shoulder the burden of entire projects. These people never stuck around or lasted in his life. And despite transferring to a completely new faculty, no one in the science department would ever miss him. In Namjoon’s mind, he isn’t very memorable.

There is, however, one individual who he’s sort of befriended.

“Y/N?” The tenor saxophonist leans in closer, an appalled expression on his face. “Why would you ever want to know about her?”

Taehyung is someone Namjoon met in his Chromatic Harmony class, a mischievous boy who regularly brings in Chinese takeout, obnoxiously slurping noodles as the professor speaks, gaining the attention of everyone around and he almost always falls into a food coma afterwards. Ever since Taehyung stumbled in and took the last seat next to the harpist and asked Namjoon if he had toilet paper on him, Namjoon’s been saving him a seat.

The two of them get along pretty well for one person being a huge extrovert and the other a closed off introvert - opposites attract after all. “I’m just curious…”

“She’s good. One of the best...maybe even the best.” Taehyung murmurs as the both of them turn down the hallway. “Her knowledge on music composition and her playing is impeccable. The conductor never has anything to say or nitpick about her technique. If she was a violinist, she’d probably beat Jennie and be the concertmistress. I’ve also heard rumours that she’s a musical genius? I wouldn’t doubt that either.”

“But Y/N’s horrible.” The blonde man stops all together, causing Namjoon to halt hot on his toes. Taehyung darts his head around and pulls the other off to the side, whispering under his breath, “everyone’s a bit afraid of her, even the conductor himself. I’ve heard she made freshmen cry before and a few people drop out. Her tongue is sharp and she’s a mean bitch but no one can say anything or argue why she can’t be here. She’s a hard worker and naturally talented at what she does. It’s like heaven favours her or something. Seriously though, if I were you, I’d steer clear from Y/N.”

Taehyung warns Namjoon one more time, “they say she can manipulate other people’s emotions to get what she wants and she’s frighteningly good at it.”

Like an enchantress, people don’t realize that they’ve followed your demands until it’s over. It always feels like you’re the one doing them a favour. By merely being in their presence, they’ve already felt privileged. It’s a talent. It’s a gift.

Namjoon didn’t even realize he had been played right into your hands until it hit him.

But even if he wants to escape, he can’t.

He’s completely trapped.

“Have you made a decision?” Your fingernails tap against the wooden surface, making him more and more anxious. Namjoon is a marionette doll, trying to cut his own strings to freedom but with a simple smirk from your lips, his arms are pulled back into position and he’s helpless.

He finally understands why people call you scary.

Your twinkling eyeballs bore into his skin. Namjoon rubs his clammy palms together.

He loves music. He can’t give it up. If attending classes for you is all he needs to pursue his passion then...

A good three seconds pass and he finally cracks under the pressure. “Okay.”

“Great.” Your grin is bright, getting what you want as usual. For a second, he thinks you resemble a child ripping presents on Christmas. And you would certainly retain the innocent image if not for his perception of you as the devil incarnate. “There’s no need to make things complicated by writing out a formal contract, right? If you go against my plans then I’ll release the video. As simple as that.”

Namjoon gulps and nods. His glasses are full of stains but he still pushes them up, focusing his pupils in his lap. You’re puzzled as to why he often doesn’t look you in the eyes. “I’ll give you my schedule. Most of the time attendance is for grades but all they do is pass around a sheet of paper so you can just write my name down, yeah? And you can do my homework and projects. We’ll figure out more details later for exams and tests. I don’t really care about getting good marks in those classes so don’t break your back over it.”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”

“As I said before...it’s impossible for me to get thrown out. At least for me...” You take a good look at him. Today, he’s wearing an worn sweatshirt with streaks of paint blemishing the gray fabric and the letters on front are illegible from being washed a few hundred times. It looks like a rag you would use. “And I can protect you too. Don’t worry about things like being expelled.”

As your smile grows, one that resembles an angel ironically, Namjoon truly wonders what on earth he did to deserve this.

It hadn’t been a full day before you were already terrorizing his life.

All you had done was call him shouting ‘get over here!’ and while Namjoon was stunned and confused, you hung up on him and his phone lit up with a text of an address. Now he was running to you like some personal slave. “Is everything okay?!”

His glasses are hanging half off his face. He was in the middle of a shower, shampoo and soap studs still coating the strands of his hair. His white hoodie is half drenched from not drying his body off with a towel beforehand. But his mind is boggling from your figure, orbs sweeping up and down your form. “What-?”

You slide down your sunglasses, smirking at how he’s hyperventilating; the effort of his trip here is clearly evident. There are about twenty shopping bags by your feet and you’re sitting on the plush armchair like it’s your throne. The ladies behind the boutique counter smile stiffly at Namjoon.

All around him is expensive clothing racks. The coats and dresses are equivalent to him selling all four of his limbs on the black market. There are ritzy handbags showcased behind glass casing, white lights shining down on the sparkling products. Every jewel, handwatch and tie, the ironed suits and shoes belong to brand names he’s only seen in magazines; Hermès and Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Chanel. Namjoon’s never quite stepped in a luxurious store like this.

“You made me wait a few minutes too long.” You ‘tut’ with your tongue, uncrossing your legs to stand tall with your brand new heels. “Just grab the bags and let’s go.”

As you throw open the doors, Namjoon struggles to haul all twenty bags on his arms but he manages to, panting and huffing as he catches up with you. “T-This is why you called me?”

“There are too many of them for me to carry on my own. You don’t mind, do you?” You pout your lips innocently, batting your long lashes back and forth. Namjoon prays for more patience.

You don’t wait for his reply, entering the next store with ludicrous prices, carding through the racks with your fingers. Anything that you like, you throw into the piles. Namjoon follows you from one place to the next, a servant to your shopaholic tendencies. The pair of you enter at least seven more stores, each with him following you like a shadow or puppy. And for the first time, rather than being scared, Namjoon is massively annoyed with you.

“That’ll be nine hundred and eighty dollars.” The lady behind the counter begins wrapping up your new blouses and skirts. You open your wallet, hand ghosting along the many cards.

Namjoon watches over your shoulder as you play eeny, meeny, miny, moe before you take a random one out. “Here you go.”

After you exit, the harpist can’t help but be curious. “Why do you have so many credit cards?”

“Oh, they’re not mine.”

“Then….?” It belatedly hits him, striking him like a freight train. It all makes sense. For someone as attractive as yourself, having all this money..…“Are you a sugar baby?”

Your face twists in distaste. “I don’t really like putting labels on things...it’s more like...sometimes I go on dates with wealthy people to get gifts from them. I give the lonely the company they desire. You’d be surprised how much someone could make it a week doing that sort of thing.”

There are fifteen bags each hanging off of Namjoon’s arms and he’s tired, exhausted. But for a mere moment, it all washes away with his slight growing curiosity of you. Namjoon thought that you were a spoiled brat and you are. Though, like anyone else, there were so many things he didn’t know….like an onion with many layers. He just hasn’t uncovered all of yours yet…

“Isn’t it time to get to class?” You glance at the clock in the center of the shopping plaza. “I think there’s only an hour left. You better start running if you don’t want to be late!”

Namjoon puts the bags down and without bidding you goodbye, begins to book it down the street. Your cackling laugh rings inside his ears as he calculates how long it would take to grab his belongings before sitting down in the lecture room for your biochem class. He also ponders again - what he did to deserve this. What he has gotten himself into?

Namjoon’s just sure that he’s going to have to be with you for a long time.

[marvelrarepairbingo]

Welcome to Round 3 of the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo for 2024

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[bellabooks]

How to plan an epic “Carmilla Movie” viewing party

Dear beloved reader,   You have been cordially invited to a Carmilla Movie viewing party because you * are a light averse octogenarian with extreme hemoglobin deficiency and really good skin * eat your Chokoa Crunch with type AB negative soy milk * are partial to broody Byronic hero types, or * all of the above. Festivities will commence on October 26th at which time party-goers are expected to eat, drink, and be gay. Suuuuper gay. If you are so inclined to accept this challenge, we have created a list of ideas below that will ensure your Carmilla Movie release party is as successful as using “quixotry” in scrabble. Buckle up, Creampuffs. We’re in for a fun night.   Décor and Ambience The past three seasons of Carmilla have given us three distinct settings rife with Carmilla-themed party inspiration. Combine this with a movie trailer that features a setting just as distinct and complex and you get a wide range of décor ideas certain to delight any Summer, Zeta, or vampire you invite to the party. * Invitations – Before the party even begins, we recommend inviting your friends with an invitation written in calligraphy on antiqued stationery and sealed with red stationery wax. If, however, snail mail won’t do, then send your friends an e-vite of multiple choice reasons for why they should attend your party. * Music – Create a playlist filled with members from the Silas glee club for your guests to listen to while they wait for the movie to begin. And don’t forget to include that theme song we all know and love. * Candles – In general, candles are a perfect way to create ambience regardless of the occasion. But if perhaps you need to raise that ambience to the level of broody gothic princess, we suggest three ideas. First, get white and red candles. Burn the red candles until the wax is melted. Pour the red wax over the top of the white candle to create the appearance of blood dripping down from its edges. Second, find some empty glass bottles or wine bottles (use Erlenmeyer flasks for a LaFontaine theme) and place candle sticks into the opening. When they are lighted, the wax will drip down the bottle making a very gothic (or 90’s grunge depending on your age) effect. Last, and perhaps easiest, find some clear tea light votives and either white or black lace or doilies. Cut the lace or doilies to size and wrap them around the votives using clear tape as adhesive. Place the tea lights inside the votives and light them for an effect even an angler fish would be envious of. Source: thecaldwellproject.com * Feather in vases – This one is pretty explanatory. Grab that flower vase that sits on the counter collecting dust and fill it with large feathers with volumous plumes. If the muse of Martha Stewart is particularly strong within you, then fill a floor vase with gnarly twigs that are sure to cast creepy shadows on the wall once all your candles are lighted. * Garlic wreath – If you intend to keep the vampires at bay, or if you just want to give your guests a giggle, purchase a grapevine wreath frame from your local craft store, dig out your hot glue gun, and fill a grocery bag with bulbs of garlic from your local grocer.   Glue the bulbs to the wreath and hang it on your wall or door. Source: thegreenhead.com * Centerpieces – Seeing as how the Carmilla Movie is set in what looks like the early 19th century and Season 3 took place in a library, a center piece of old books, especially those written by the Brontes, would serve as the perfect base for a coffee table or dinning table centerpiece. Stack the books one on top of the other, and cover the corners with the cobweb fluff stuff that can be found in any Halloween aisle of any store. On top of the stack place a Masquerade mask – you can make one of these by covering a generic plastic or fabric mask with glitter, stick-on gems, and feathers. If the mask idea is too intense, then substitute it for a pair of plastic Harry Potter glasses with a cracked lenses. Just try using them to read the writing on the wall.   Party Snacks We enjoy a beef jerky casserole as much as the next Creampuff, but if your tastes are for something a little less vending machine gourmet, then allow us to suggest these tasty treats.   * Creampuffs – Obviously. But if your town doesn’t have a bakery or patisserie that bakes and sells this confection, then follow the directions for this quick and easy recipe and get your Mary Berry on. * Vampire-bitten Cupcakes – Make like a sentient campus library and apparate a cupcake with vanilla icing. Use something small and pointy, like the tip of a knife or a Q-tip and poke two shallow, fang-sized holes in the icing. Paint the holes with red food coloring or red gel icing. Source: pinterest.com * Black Cat Cookies – This recipe is a purrrfect addition to the party. * Roasted garlic – Roasted garlic has many applications, so we are including in our list for those who want savory options to go along with the sweet. The best way to roast garlic, after shelling it of course, is to toss it in some EVOO, spread the cloves over a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper, and cook at 400 degrees. The garlic is roasted when its edges are golden brown. Roasted garlic is soft enough to be spread straight onto bread or mixed into hummus, among other things. Eating it will also ensure you are as unappealing to a vampire as Laura wearing a batwing bracelet. * Cerebrospinal fluid – Otherwise known as cheesy dip. Get some Velveeta, cut it into slices, and melt it in a pot with some milk or cream. Stir constantly. Kick it up a notch by adding either a handful of shredded cheddar, or beer, or both (we prefer using an amber ale if possible). Serve your cerebrospinal fluid with soft pretzels or tortilla chips and try not to be drawn towards the large glowing light in the backyard.   Drinks Don’t forget to try these drinks to wash down the tears . . . er . . . the snacks.   * Champagne – Obviously. Really any will do, but if you are unfamiliar with champagne terminology, use this website as a guide. If you prefer something slightly sweeter than champagne, then give Prosseco a try – it’s delicious. * Fizzy Dagon – This Silas University party favorite is made by mixing Dagon Lager (yes, this is actually a thing) with Sambuca. Try it at your own risk. * Grape soda – for the designated drivers at the party or those not yet 21, offer this Laura Hollis favorite. * Blood Orange Juice and a splash of seltzer. Another option for those looking for an alcohol free drink. The next few drinks were suggested courtesy of Audrey Coulthurst (@audwrites) and Paula Garner (@paulajgarner). * Vampire Slayer – Mix up your favorite version of a Bloody Mary. Paula suggests you then add minced garlic or garlic salt to create a drink fit for any Summer. * Boulevardier 12 – The recipe for this drink can be found here. Audrey recommends exchanging the Pernod for Absinthe. Do this, and you can change the name of the drink to something worthy of a Paris vacation.  Might I suggest “Tainted Love”. * I Loved You at Your Darkest – speaking of love, how perfect is the name of this drink?  Take it from me, any drink made with Bookers is bound to be amazing. Recipe found here.   If for whatever reason Bob the Giant or Mr. Hollis are unavailable to transport tipsy party-goers home, then please ensure that, as the host of your party, everyone attending has either a safe way to get home or accommodations for the night. We hope you enjoyed our suggestions, and if you have any Carmilla Movie viewing party ideas of your own, please comment below – perhaps someone could make Carmilla bingo boards and share them with the rest of class prior to the film’s release. And, for posterity’s sake, we greatly encourage our readers and fellow Creampuffs to share pictures of your party with us.   Pat yourself on the back, Creampuffs. We made a movie! http://dlvr.it/Ps7tHp

[tealwindwitch]

Vital Information for Your Everyday Muse!

Tagged By: @a-god-among-men​

Icon of Your Muse:

What is Your Muse’s Blood Type: O

How do You think Your Muse Handles Rejection?: Depends on how much she wanted whatever it was; outwardly she’s composed, but inwardly she can be pretty bitter/salty

What Makes Your Muse Jealous?: It takes a lot to get her jealous. There’s not even a sure-fire way to do it; honestly, girls she’s threatened by (i.e. Ino) are typically the ones she’d be jealous of, but even that’s a long shot

What’s a Bad Habit Your Muse has?: Overworking herself

A Prized Possession of Your Muse: Her fan, of course!

Any Medical Conditions?: Nope

~Questions for the Muse to Answer-

What’s Your Favorite Color: Purple

What’s Your Favorite Food: Kenchin soup

Skiing or Snow Boarding?: Snowboarding

Worst Injury You Ever Got? Broken ribs from training

Early Riser or Sleep in?: Early riser

Video Games or Books?: Books

Something that Makes you Cry?: Thinking about her mother

Someone You Hate? Why? No one comes to mind

Phobias: None

Favorite Soda?: No soda

Favorite Drink in General?: Green Tea

~Random Information!-

What did you have for Breakfast?: Basturma with eggs

When in the Shower what do you wash first?: Hair

3 Items in your top drawer?: Kunai, hairbands, a copy of the Bingo Book

What Kind of Underwear do you have on right now?: Nude silk

Stockings or Leg Warmers?: Stockings, I suppose

Super Hero Name: Wind Witch

Super Villain Name: Also Wind Witch

Song you are listening to right now?: Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead

Worst Job Ever?: Genin duty

Best Job Ever?: Ambassador

What’s Your Type?: Smart, strong and handsome

When Giving Spankings I Use: My fan [while closed]

Ever Been thrown out a Window? Why?: No

Do Dogs randomly Sniff You? The ones in Konoha do. I assume it’s because I smell like the desert

What’s under your Bed right now?: Another kunai and a fan

What Kind of Drugs are you on?: None

Last Person to give you an Orgasm?: [Verse dependent]

Do You Regret what You’ve Done?: No

Your Best Pick-up Line: I don’t need or use pickup lines

Any Roommates? Brothers [certain verses]

Are they Sexy? Obviously

Would You Steal a Kiss from them? N/A

~Choose Between-

Boxers or Briefs: ??? boyshort panties??

Panties or Thongs: Panties

Coke or Pepsi: Neither

Dominant or Submissive: Both

Dogs, Cats, or Both: neither

C4 or Dynamite: ???

Catch Phrase or One Liners: One liners

Day or Night: Night

Star Wars or Star Trek: Both

Spanking or Whipping: Spanking

Cake or Pie: Pie

Zombies or Vampires? Vampires

tagging: whomever would like to do this