#never designed props before. not as bad as i thought it would be

[memen18-m5r3]

some scrapped composition ideas, some prop design... :3

[alittlebitofsainz]

- you swear that you listened -

prompt: “so take me to every party and just talk to your friends.”

pairing: logan sargeant x reader

summary: why did he even bring you to meet his friends if he was going to forget you even existed? featuring an important conversation and a dog at the party

a/n: lyrics from track #65 - worst of you by maisie peters :)

masterlist | the spotify wrapped collection

“babe, what’s up with you? you’ve been quiet all night.”

“yeah, maybe it’s cos you didn’t talk to me for the entire time.” you shot back, both your words and tone harsher than you’d intended. logan was silent after that, and you stole a glance across to him sat in the passenger seat, immediately feeling guilty when you saw the wounded look on his face. you turned your gaze back to the road ahead with a heavy sigh.

it wasn’t really your fault that you were in such a bad mood; it had been your first time meeting a bunch of his childhood friends, stressful enough without the added bonus of you being the designated driver, so you had had to watch everyone slowly getting more and more intoxicated while you nursed the same diet coke for three hours straight. you’d offered to stay sober, but only because logan had emphasised that he hadn’t seen these friends in years, and it would be really nice to catch up with them over a beer, and you don’t really drink that much anyway, so you don’t mind driving, right?

“I don’t mind.” you’d said, because you knew logan had been having a tough season, and you wanted nothing more than to see him enjoying himself with his friends. and you. that had been the key part that was missing. you tried to join in on their conversations, you really did, but they were full of stories from the time before you even knew logan, sentences always seeming to start with “do you remember when…”. and every time you tried to speak up, to input something, the topic would change again, someone speaking over the top of you to remind the group of another funny anecdote from their past. you tried to catch logan’s eye, but to no avail, too wrapped up in old memories and the beer in his hand.

eventually you’d made an excuse about going to find the toilet, and disappeared off into a living room that no one was in. you weren’t even sure whether logan had noticed you were gone; you could still hear the ringing of his laughter drifting through the cracks between the door and the doorframe. at the least the dog came to find you. dogs were always the best thing at parties.

the worst part was that you didn’t know how to handle this. it had never happened before, you weren’t used to it. logan was always so attentive, so loving, so caring. he never failed to tell you, or show you, how much you really meant to him, his light shining through the darkness that had been this rollercoaster of a season. but around his friends, he just seemed different. like he’d forgotten you were even there.

the silence lasted the rest of the drive home. you once risked a glance across to logan, but his head was turning away, chin resting in his hand, his elbow propped against the passenger window, looking out at the world passing by as if he was deep in thought. from this angle, you couldn’t read his expression. you didn’t know if you even wanted to.

“I’m sorry, please, y/n, if I’ve done something wrong…”

logan tried again as you entered his apartment, his words slurred slightly, reminding you that now wasn’t time for this conversation when he was several beers deep and you were stone cold sober.

“really, lo, it’s…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it’s fine, so you just shook your head instead. “let’s just talk about it in the morning, okay?” you murmured, catching a glimpse of his crestfallen expression as you passed by him, a sight that made your heart ache. you both got ready for bed without speaking again, the tension in the air uncomfortable.

and when morning rolled around and the sun filtering through the curtains woke you from sleep, you found yourself still reluctant to talk about it. you rolled over, turning to face logan, only to find a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at you.

“you were mad at me.”

you bit back a sarcastic good morning to you too. now was not the time.

“what?” you tried feigning ignorance, voice quiet.

“last night, you were mad at me.” logan repeated, and you realised you weren’t getting out of this one. “why? I don’t get it; did you not have a good time?”

you blinked, letting his word settle in your mind, before your brows folded into a soft frown.

“you didn’t even notice?” you murmured, knowing what the answer would be.

“notice what?” logan’s face scrunched up in confusion, searching back through his memories, desperately trying to remember something specific in the haze of what had happened last night. you sighed. it was the answer you’d been expecting, and dreading.

“I left, like, halfway through. went and sat in the living room. alone.” you explained, trying to spell it out for him. logan’s confused expression deepened.

“w- wha- why?” he stuttered, propping himself up on his elbow, “baby, you should’ve told me if you weren’t having a good-“

“I tried to!” you cut him off sharply, tone growing exasperated, “I tried to, but I couldn’t get your attention. not even for two minutes. it felt like I wasn’t even there.”

he opened his mouth to argue, but found nothing to argue back with. now that he thought about it, you were right. he had barely noticed you, once he was surrounded by his friends and stories of old times, and he felt fucking awful about it.

“I’m sorry. oh, fuck, babe, I really am sorry.” he stammered, trying to get all his apologies out at once, words tripping out over his tongue. you both appreciated and hated seeing him so remorseful; you knew you couldn’t just let it slide, or it would only happen again and make you feel worse, but at the same time you knew logan was genuinely sorry.

“it’s okay, lo.” you reached out a hand, taking his in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. he drew in a soft breath, as if he expected a fight instead of forgiveness, and when his eyes met yours again they were glistening with unshed tears of remorse, “it was an accident, I know you didn’t mean to. everyone makes mistakes, right? we’re learning together.” you continued, a soft smile spreading across your face as you watched him relax slightly, tension leaving his shoulders. he nodded, ducking his head away to try and hide the tear thar had slipped down his cheek.

“right,” he agreed shakily, “I’m still sorry I made you feel forgotten about, really. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“I know.” you replied softly, releasing his hand from yours and instead holding out both your arms as a silent invitation. logan was only too happy to accept, shuffling across the bed towards you and burying his head into the crook of your neck, your arms securing around his back. you felt him take a deep breath into your shoulder, chest rising deeply before falling back down again.

“I really love you, you know that, right?” he murmured, voice muffled as he rested his cheek against your skin. you chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I know. I love you too, Lo.”

a/n: i tried so hard to leave this on a more angsty ending but honestly i just can’t be mean to logan for more than five seconds he deserves happiness even if its just in fictional form

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Shits Annual Old Inventory Sale (oops this shoulda been done during spring)

So with the arrival of our foster dog, my executive dysfunction has FINALLY taken a critical hit, which means I can get working towards shit I've been trying to deal with since February!

(ie killing old inventory and designing/releasing new pieces)

Doing a 30% off sale for these prints that are either a) going to be taken fully out of rotation or b) going for a bit of sabbatical before I redesign them to look significantly cooler/up to scratch with my current abilities

When these bad boys are gone, they are GONE. If you dm me for custom requests to buy a dead print I'll do so for you but the general listing will die when inventory is out. I've hyperlinked the shop listings to their bolded titles.

First Paragraph of My Immortal - now I THOUGHT I'd purged my home of these prints LAST year but there are STILL FOUR STRAGGLER SETS LEFT that I found underneath some old renn faire gear in pristine condition so. Here they are. On sale. I wish to be free of my curse

Naval Seal Copypasta - Ahhh old friend, it has been a journey, for you are a meme of such tenure older than even the porn ban and one of my first designs, but today I free you. There are 2 copies of the first page only and 9 copies of the full three piece set remaining, I submit you to the void

Man Hook Hand Hook Car Door - To be honest, it's 2023 and this one has never been a super popular piece in the first place, and with 7 prints left I thought it best to let her go for the sake of space

Penis - I put wayyyyy too much hutzpah designing this piece in the first place and getting prints of it done cleanly were weirdly difficult, so I'm just gonna be cutting and running on this piece - props to anyone who can find allllll of the dong jokes I've tried to weave into the piece tho! There's 10 prints left, and out of those one is a weird and fucked up misprint with which i will be including a free sticker just for funsies

Limerick Rolled- This is a sabbatical one, I designed it years ago with MUCH less experience than I have today re: text spacing and would like to put her under a redesign. There are only 2 of these bad boys left, and I'll try to get her redesign up with all the others when I release 'em.

Do Good Recklessly - Another sabbatical design, I'd like to neaten this one out and rework the illumination a bit more cleanly. There's 8 prints left in my supplies, and I'll also try to get the redesign out with all the new print designs I've got planned for this summer

[chowplanet]

So I'm going to make another rant this time for Jackie Bouvier Kennedy Onassis. Enough with the corny, "she eats metal sheets," meme of Jackie. Okay, we all know she wasn't super gorgeous like Jessical Alba or Scarlett Johansson level, I get it. Jackie's teeth does remind me she drank coffee and smoked a lot. This lady has been through so much in her younger years. She lost three children before JFK's assassination. If JFK Jr. died before his mother on the plane accident she would have witnessed four of children's deaths. We all know she grew up rich and privileged, so she isn't "relatable" like Marilyn Monroe. This doesn't mean Jackie Kennedy never dealt with problems growing up. There are rumors that she was possibly a racist all because she didn't liked her wedding dress which designed by a black woman, but how come no one is mentioning Jackie invited a black female opera singer to the white house to perform when the black female opera singer was struggling financially? I know it's Marilyn Monroe's cult worshippers dissing and roasting Jackie Kennedy on a daily basis. But let me tell you this Jackie Kennedy had the right to be upset at both her husband (JFK) and Marilyn Monroe. It takes two to tango and Monroe knew he was a married man. Sophia Loren, Barbara Eden (I dreamed of Jeannie), Trippi Hedren, Olivia De Havilland, and Jean Simmons all rejected or decline JFK because they were aware he was married. He wanted to hook up with them, and those ladies all turned him down. So please do not come to me by saying Marilyn Monroe was 100% a victim when clearly she wasn't forced to have an affair with the president and his married brother (RFK). I also want to give Jackie major props for telling Marilyn Monroe on the phone since she kept on calling the White House and bragging to Jackie that she was going to steal her husband. Jackie didn't backed down nor was intimidated. She hold her posture by telling Monroe she can move in to deal with the problems while she moves out and does not have to deal with being a Kennedy wife or a first lady anymore. I say Jackie was ballsy. That was so gangsta of her. That was one bad ass first lady besides Eleanor Roosevelt and Dolly Madison. This woman has to witness her husband getting shot right next to her while her pink suit is dreaded with his blood and his dead body on her lap all the way from Dealey Plaza to Parkland Hospital. After that she has to take care of two children. She has to move out of the White House very quickly around the Thanksgiving holiday. So people saying she isn't strong enough or smart enough (Jackie spoke five different languages) is absurd. I don't think some people would be in Jackie's shoes especially the ones who are saying she wasn't a strong woman. People are also going in on her because she wasn't some kind of a Hollywood actress like Monroe. I don't think Jackie ever gave a (bleep). She didn't care about that Hollywood lifestyle, nor she cared Marilyn is a Hollywood icon. One thing for sure Jackie is not going to kiss certain people's butts just because they have that title. I like her punk attitude that she didn't care for celebrity worship culture. People are really giving Marilyn a pass because she was a blonde and blue eye Hollywood legend. Enough is enough. JFK and Marilyn were wrong. Jackie could have been killed on November 22, 1963. She was right there next to her murdered husband. And no one seems to care because she wasn't "hot and fine" enough. It is crazy to find out the last thing JFK saw was his wife's face before before getting shot in the head. Hopefully in the afterlife he thought about the things he put Jackie through here on earth. That he really had a good woman in his life. Sad just sad.

And by the way, I've noticed people are mocking JFK's death more often compared to Abraham Lincoln. I don't know because Lincoln is more respected (which I love how he is still respected to this day) or is because some enviousness is going on around here. Whatever it is stop with the corny JFK's jokes about his head exploded. Idk but it's giving jealousy and envy. Maybe it has something to do with he hooked up with Marilyn and other people wish they were in his position to do so. Whatever it is, stop with the mad corny jokes it isn't even funny. I'm talking to you Reddit users, TikTok, YouTube, and Instagram users.

[respectthepetty]

I've been wondering for a while- how did you start getting into all the colour stuff?? I would love an origin story <3 what got you into your passion for deciphering colors and how did you figure out what they mean??

sorry ik it's a lot but ever since I started following you I see colors everywhere and I'm curious of where you started noticing them ((: it's so fun and intriguing to me! I'm usually more of a "foaming at the mouth for the lighting" girlie but it's been a heap of fun figuring out colors with the lights ^^

thanks for everything you do to show us your eye for color btw ♡♡ your blog is so fascinating and I love reading all your theories and notes

@overrgrown, never apologize for asking questions, but I've actually been asked this before by bengiyo. You can find my write up HERE, but the short version of that post is I've always seen colors; therefore, I've always attached meaning to them, even if the meaning was not valid.

TLWR: Appreciate the artists who work on these shows, not me.

In bengiyo's ask, I stated that when I was younger, I thought the colors were showing me what was good and what was bad. That's it. In my defense, I was a kid, so everything really was good or bad in my book with no in-between.

Even though I've always seen colors, and it comes very naturally to me, the meaning I attached to them when I was younger was very much based on who I was rather than what was being shown to me. Five-year old me thought if someone was dressed all in red that they were the devil. Adult me now knows that isn't always the case. Adult me also knows that red in American (United States) culture means something different than other cultures.

Not a flex, just a fact, but I have several degrees in languages, linguistics, and rhetoric. What they are in is not super important, but, in general, a formal education has greatly helped me infer meaning from what I'm visually seeing in the media I consume. My degrees are not in film or communications, yet I've taken undergrad and grad-level courses like Visual Media, Multimedia and Visual Communication, Language of Film, Digital Narratives, Cinematography and Lighting, Film Theory & Criticism, Queer Cinema History, Spanish Film & Feminism, and many more all because under this great big academic umbrella of rhetoric and composition lies storytelling.

And that's what this is really about - How do we tell a story? Regardless if that story is a simple flyer for a school bake sale, a 30-second commercial advertising cleaning wipes, or a 12-episode BL series, how do we get the message across? We can't just rely on ONE thing! We have to use as many things as possible! So when I'm watching a BL series, I'm just not paying attention to the words being spoken or the acting alone. No, I'm paying to the background noise. What do the clothes tell me about the character? What does his apartment tell me about him? And what do the colors mean?! All of it is important!

I've mentioned this before but I serve on a screening committee for a queer film festival. I actually got involved with the film festival as an undergrad because of one of the film courses. This has allowed me the opportunity to speak to several filmmakers about their process, and all of them have confirmed that the colors were intentional. People who deal with props and costume design have spoken to me about trying to find very specific items that reinforce the story being told. Oh, and theater is a whole different level. Because of the nature of the stage versus film, if it is on the stage, it must have a reason for being there.

Basically, people who work in visual media work really fucking hard, which you probably know since you love lighting. Most times, 12-hour days are the average, if not longer. This video does a good job of briefly covering the work that goes into costume design, and I timestamped it to begin at the part that covers colors.

I love seeing colors. I love deciphering them. I love the story they tell.

But they wouldn't be there if the hardworking people behind them didn't do their job, and those are the people who I appreciate.

So, as always, I'm thankful that you let me know I'm helping you see the beauty is in the details, but I'm really just here to admire the beauty with you.

[rosehxnt]

escape room

characters: riddle rosehearts, floyd leech, silver summary: how they would be in an escape room (can be read as platonic or romantic) warnings: floyd causing chaos, possibly ooc silver

Riddle Rosehearts  Already he had an aversion to the idea, he’d never experienced an escape room and didn’t want to look like a fool in front of you. Nevertheless, he persisted, using all of his hours of experience doing crosswords.  The main problem was that he would overthink every detail, thinking it would impress you. The pattern on the chess board, the way the handles were designed on the desk, even the color of the walls wasn't safe. You were slowly losing time and wouldn't complete the challenge in time if he kept up like this.  On top of that, he was growing visibly frustrated and you worried about if coming there was good for his mental state.  Finally you were able to get him to help you with a major clue you'd found, where his attention to detail would come in handy.  Eventually, you made it out with less than a minute left. You thanked Riddle for helping out and he likewise thanked you.

Floyd Leech  Two words. Bad. Idea.  Have you seen this man? He's a walking hazard sign. He's trying to open the drawers that are stuck shut, ignoring your reminders that what doesn't move isn't meant to move in order to get out of there.  At one point he tried to bash the door open which caused the escape room monitor to use the intercom to tell him to stop. You gave your apologies as you tried to drag Floyd in the way of an actual clue.  Exhausted at the lack of progress mixed with his antics, you huffed and sat down in a nearby chair. Lucky for you, it opened up the next clue, a panel filled with clocks.  Unlucky for you, at the same time Floyd managed to break one of the props, causing you to get kicked out. He pouted as you were escorted out of the building.

Silver  You thought this would be a fun way to spend time together but you soon found he was taking it incredibly seriously.  Going in, you were fairly confident with your puzzle solving abilities, hoping a top student like Silver could help you out with anything you missed, but before you could take in the room, he already had a box that was locked behind a small cabinet, inputting the code.  You watched over his shoulder as he lined up a map in front of a light, showing the locations needed for the next puzzle. You helped where you could and he let you solve a few while he was across the room doing another.  His skills amazed you and it made you wonder if he had some sort of training for this in his youth. It wouldn't be a surprise given all the other things Lilia had him do.  Silver and you got to the last clue in just half an hour, and you were sure the company would have to redesign the escape room to make it more difficult after you'd breezed through it.

a/n: the examples are based on my experiences in escape rooms, also i tried my best for silver and i hope i did him justice m.list & rules

© rosehxnt

[jessica-caillte-jessicannot-draw]

I would love a Bad Batch artbook comprised of character and environment concept art, ideas and character sheets. Featuring ideas that got cut due to time constraints, changes made in the storyline and the thought process behind said changes e.g think of the unfinished Asajj Ventress arc in the Clone Wars. I know you can scan through the concept art on StarWars.com but just Imagine a deadly Bad Batch book including all of that plus prop designs, scrapped designs and never before seen Bad Batch content. I'd cry ;-; I guess this Clone wars encyclopaedia will have to do for now. Enjoy this cursed Rex :3

[virtualtyrant69]

The bad batch as people in theater!!

I'm a theater major and I love the bad batch so I thought why not combine the two lol. Most of this is personal experience working in some of these positions but some I have never worked as and it's just based on my own observations of these people that I have while working with them. Sadly, none of the bad batch are costumers, which is my area of focus but I have done other stuff like lighting and set building. Also, she/her pronouns for hunter because she's a woman to me. Anyways, onto the list!

Hunter- She would be a stage manager. She has the spirit to be one. She's the kind of stage manager that takes absolutely no bullshit at all from anyone but would also be very nice and carry around a fanny pack full of snacks. She would also have first aid essentials, gaff tape, and pins in that thing. Maybe a multi tool too. She is prepared for anything to happen even if she isn’t an assistant stage manager and is only calling cues. She would also be so on top of cues and would run that theater like the navy. Her timing is absolutely impeccable.

Tech- I know in my heart of hearts that Tech is a sound guy. ((respect to people who do sound in theater, I could never)) Like, in TCW episodes, they mention that Tech is always recording sounds??? And they never bring it up again??? Wish they would since that’s so interesting but whatever. Anyways, he’s sound because he likes sounds and I think he would have a genuinely good time making audioscapes and sound effects for plays. I feel like he would get annoyed at having to help actors with putting mics on but I don’t really think he’d be audio crew, just the board operator and the sound designer. ((this also kinda goes along with my hc that Tech makes beats/EDM))

Wrecker- I had a bit of a tough time with Wrecker but I think I’ve settled on him being in set building/carpentry. I feel like this is a bit obvious and uninspired but I really do think it fits him. He would have a fun time doing tasks like welding and painting and carving. I feel like this field really works with his ADHD in that he has a lot of different tasks he can do and the way he would need to build something changes every time. It's a constantly changing puzzle that he needs to solve with his brain and strength and I think he would get a kick out of it.

Crosshair- Another obvious choice to me but Crosshair does lighting. I’m not sure if he enjoys the programming or design aspects of lighting but I’m sure he would love the electrician parts of lighting. He would have such a good time doing lighting focusing. I can also imagine him yelling at an actor to stay in their light lol. Also from what I’ve experienced in college, many people who do lighting do stage management and Crosshair feels like the kind of guy who would also want to be a stage manager so he’s probably an assistant stage manager to like, Hunter. I bet he’s so intimidating backstage lol. The deck and costume crew are shaking in their boots.

Echo- They’re a props guy. I don’t think they work props in a show but instead they design and build them. All the props people I know are pretty chill but really weird and I think that fits Echo pretty well lol. I think they have loads of fun making realistic food out of inedible things. Whenever an actor breaks a prop Echo does the whole “I’m not mad, just disappointed” thing and that shames the actors more than being angry would. They just have a fun time building and finding objects that would fit whatever play they are working on.

Omega- She’s an actor :). And she would be an absolute darling of an actor too. She would have some trouble trying not to talk too loud backstage but she would be able to learn before the performance. I also feel like she gets kinda nervous about her entrances so she’s always really early in places just to make sure she isn’t late. She also does a bunch of weird things to help her memorize her lines like singing them or saying them in funny accents. She can cry on demand and sometimes uses this power off stage and for evil lol

[misseffect]

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys!

Tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged: @diaphanouso @helila @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @serendipitys-teapot

All of these are from my Mass Effect F1 AU: Flashpoints

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Singapore Shower

One moment Garrus is holding her by the arms, water rolling over his shoulders – there's a knotted look on his face; his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out, which is weird – and the next she's lying on her back on the shower room floor.

"Shepard? Hey – c'mon."

Garrus is kneeling beside her, pinching her arm gently, holding her legs in the air with his shoulder. She feels heavy, like her bones are full of syrup, and the thumping behind her eyes is keeping time with the fuzz crowding her vision.

"Shit."

"It's alright." He sounds further away than he should, and so does the water still beating down on his back. "You passed out for a second, that's all."

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Shepard Does An AMA

probinguranus6969 - Would you rather fight 20 duck-sized Jokers or 1 Joker-sized duck?

janeshepard54 - I know your reddit handle joker

probinguranus6969 - damn it

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FaceTime Antics

She fishes another biscuit out of the packet while Garrus props his phone up on the side and heaves his suitcase onto the bed. It’s a nice enough room from what little she can see: old-fashioned, like the rest of the place, but in a plush, cared-for sort of way.

“Oh, by the way–” Crunch. “–you don’t happen to know how the dark web works, do you?”

He unzips the case and flips the lid. “Not really. Why?”

“I got called up for drug testing at Paul Ricard and my sample went missing,” she says, chewing glumly. “Joker’s winding me up about it; thinks someone’s selling vials of my piss on the black market.”

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Normal Thoughts To Have About Your Bestie's Car

The second he starts to ask the car for more, everything changes. 

It feels familiar – in fundamentals, sure, in throttle and steering output – but there’s something else, too. It’s more pliable than the Hierarchy car, more predictable than anything Omega or Archangel could give him; it's unlike anything he’s even driven, but somehow he knows it. Like catching a familiar smell in a place you've never visited.

And then it hits him.

It's not the car. It's her.

He knows Shepard's driving style almost as well as his own – reactive and twitchy, nose-heavy, late-braking, all faith and guts – and this thing lives and breathes it. It takes everything he's got to give, the good and the bad, and amplifies it tenfold. It grins and says c’mon, I dare you.

It’s not just a car designed with her in mind. It’s like wearing her clothes.

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Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For Mr Blobby

Shepard rounds the corner into the kitchen to find Mr Blobby loitering by the back door like a pair of cow-coloured slippers.

“He’s in a time-out," Hannah calls through the open window, paintbrush in hand.

“Aww, Blob.”

Mr Blobby makes a mournful rrrr sound. There’s a dab of brown paint on the end of his tail.

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Shepard Has PTSD Probably

It's not a nightmare really. Sure, it wakes her up every few hours, sweaty and unrested, and when she closes her eyes again, it drops her right back where she left off, but it's not scary. She's not being hunted or chased. She's not standing at the front of class with no clothes on. Nobody's dying.

Shepard's driving a road car on suburban streets - shifting, nebulous streets; faintly European but also faintly not - and somewhere in the distance, there's a fire.

There's a fire and she has to reach it.

She can see a column of black smoke in the distance, catch the odd lick of orange between buildings, but every turn she takes feels wrong and by the time she doubles back, the smoke isn't where she thought it was. It's in her rearview mirror, or out to her left when it was on her right. Sometimes a fire engine blasts past her in the opposite direction, the wailing siren fading before she can follow.

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Everybody Hates Conrad

Mathematically Shepard could win the Championship as early as Japan, five races before the end of the season, and it shows. Media seems to come naturally to her in a way it never has to him, but still; he’s never seen her so relaxed this early in the year. Al’Jilani can’t draw her in with pointed questions about Anderson giving her an easy ride and she doesn’t even bother taking a bite out of Conrad Verner.

“Any comment on rekindling your relationship with Thane Krios?” he asks, his big square face expectant.

Shepard scratches under her chin. “Why am I always the last person to find out who I’m dating?”

There’s a ripple of laughter. Emily is checking her watch and people are starting to shuffle their belongings around.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Conrad calls, but by then there’s enough ambient noise for everyone to plausibly ignore him.

[ken-dom]

Dare To Dream

Holland March x Jackson Healy

2k words

Summary: There’s only one bed!

Author’s notes: Inspired by @ken-f-cker’s idea, sanity checked by @heresthestorymorningglory and @hollandstrophyhusband — thank you all 🩷

Warnings/content: nsfw, wet dream, frottage, smoking, somnophilia mention

‘There’s only one bed,’ Jackson muttered, unceremoniously dropping his overnight bag onto the dresser and folding his arms. ‘Last available room and theres only one fuckin’ bed!’

Holland, who had darted past Jackson the second the motel door clicked open, emerged from the bathroom, frazzled and blissfully unaware of Jackson’s concerns, for he had his own.

‘There’s no bath!’ he exclaimed, dramatically throwing his arms up in the air and propping them on his hips as he paced. ‘What am I gonna- fuck.’

Jackson’s eyes slid shut as he realised what he’d overlooked; the bed didn’t matter. Or at least it wouldn’t have, if there’d been a bath, because Holland rarely slept in a bed for fear of lighting himself, whoever was beside him or the whole building, on fire.

With a pang of guilt, Jackson took a steadying breath and stepped forward, gently plucking the cigarette out from between Holland’s trembling lips, carefully stubbing it out in an ashtray. Holland looked as though he might protest, but he calmed when Jackson slid a hand into his trouser pocket to find the lighter he kept there and dropped it into the pocket over his own chest instead.

‘There, see? You’ll be fine. And since it looks like we’re sharing tonight, I’ll be right next to you, alright? I won’t let anything bad happen, March. I promise.’

Holland’s eyes had turned wide during Jackson’s speech and by the end of it he all but stopped breathing. Holland was not at all phased by the lack of a second bed, and was no longer plagued with the thought of setting the both of them alight if he didn’t sleep in a bathtub.

No, Holland’s concern was now entirely focussed on the thrill he had felt when Jackson’s thick fingers pulled at the cigarette hanging from his lips and then grazed his cock when he slipped his big meaty hand into the tight confines of Holland’s trouser pocket.

Jackson didn’t know he’d done that, of course; it was an entirely innocent move, designed to take care of Holland in a way only he knew how.

Even just the way Jackson made him feel safe so easily was enough to set his heart racing.

‘Which side do you want?’

Jackson’s simple question snapped Holland back to the present, and he stuttered out a vague, ‘Uh- th-that side,’ pointing to the side of the bed closest to where he stood.

He didn’t actually care which side he slept at, he just wanted the unfortunately timed pull of arousal he felt between his legs to stop before he got hard enough for it to be obvious — which would be a bit of a task in these trousers. He’d never been able to fight off a boner with sheer will power alone, and he supposed this would be no different.

Shit.

Holland dived onto the mattress, hurrying beneath the covers with a scuffle, as Jackson watched the commotion with a raised eyebrow.

‘Nothing I haven’t seen before, March,’ Jackson huffed to himself, amused, as the ruckus died down and Holland had stripped down to his vest and underwear, his clothes now in a pile on the floor beside the bed.

Shaking his head, Jackson joined Holland at the other side of the bed, carefully undressing and folding his clothes on the nightstand before slipping under the covers himself.

‘Night, March,’ he yawned, turning out the light and attempting to get comfortable with the single lumpy pillow.

‘...Night, Healy,’ came a weak voice from within the dark beside him.

****

‘H-Healy- oh, Hea- ha- ohh-mmh-’

Jackson shot up, flicking on the lamp and scanning the room before he even realised he was conscious.

‘March? March what’s wrong? What’s-’

He gradually became aware that the bed was rocking, the creaking mattress springs bringing him fully into the present 

Holland’s breath was fast and heavy, knuckles white as his fingers gripped the pillow he was face-down on, head turned away just enough for it not to muffle his desperate moans.

Jacksons heart still hammered in his chest, the instinct to act fast in the face of a threat fresh in his veins, but he was glad the unsettling sound had woken him now that he had been greeted with the sight of Holland humping the mattress and moaning his name.

Relief flooded Jackson, whilst heat simultaneously rushed to his core, his cock swelling faster at the sight of this display than any fantasy he played out in his mind. Even the ones about Holland.

Probably because, as sexy as they were, deep down he thought they’d never amount to anything real and that dulled the thrill significantly. But this? This was very real.

‘Hey, March? March I’m awake.’ Jackson spoke softly, placing a gentle hand on Holland’s shoulder.

No response. Jesus. This was a wet dream? Jackson’s cock twitched. If Holland was this eager and needy in his sleep, imagine him awake… imagine him riding Jackson’s cock…

‘Oh boy,’ Jackson breathed, desperately fighting the urge to push his hand into his boxers and get off to his partner getting off to a dream of him.

This was seriously fucked up.

Jackson shook his head, forcing his thoughts into his brain and away from his dick.

Holland’s hips stuttered then, and he rolled onto his back, still bucking his hips as his torso lifted from the mattress, the sheer force of his orgasm causing his body to jolt upward, and just as he spilled his release, thick and hot, inside his already soaked underwear with a low, relieved groan, his eyes popped open and he screamed.

Turning to see that the object of desire from his dream was actually beside him made him scream again.

‘Jesus!’ Holland screeched, trembling and sweating and flopping back onto the pillow.

‘Before you say a word, March, it was a dream. Yes, I did witness it all, and I… I know what it was about. Just… don’t be embarrassed, ok?’

Holland’s huge hands came up to cover his red, sweaty face as he processed Jackson’s words whilst still in a post orgasm haze, his seed pooling uncomfortably between his spread thighs.

‘Hey, hey, it’s alright, we all have them. Wet dreams. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.’

Jackson’s voice was so tender, and Holland was processing so much, that he felt tears slipping from his eyes, wetting his palms.

‘And, March… I actually don’t mind that you think of me that way.’

‘You don’t?’ Holland squeaked, peeking from between two of the fingers covering his eyes.

‘Not at all.’

‘But I didn’t mean to! Shit, I’m so sorry, Healy.’

‘Don’t be.’

Holland dropped his hands by his side, wincing at the way the covers pulled over his twitching, softening cock.

‘You’ll never wanna share a room with me again now.’

‘Oh I think I will. And a bed, too, in fact.’

Slowly, Hollands turned to Jackson, revealing a very wet, very flushed face, his hair still sticking to his forehead and his blue eyes sparklingly wet.

‘You- you mean?’

Jackson slid closer to Holland and cupped his damp face in a big soft palm.

‘Do you trust me?’

‘Huh?’ Holland gazed at Jackson like a lost puppy.

‘I said, do you trust-’

‘Yeah, yeah I trust you. More than anyone.’

‘Give me your hand.’

Holland darted back, eyes wide. ‘You’re not gonna- you’re not breaking my other arm for this?’

Jackson chuckled softly, shaking his head.

‘No, March. Here-’

Cautiously, Holland offered his hand, and Jackson took it, so tenderly that butterflies exploded in his stomach.

Holland trembled as Jackson guided his hand beneath the covers, straight to his cock, still hard and straining against his underwear.

‘See? You did that.’

‘Jesus…’ Holland breathed, feeling heat spread down to his core again already.

‘Come here,’ Jackson breathed, and Holland pushed forward, his lips closing over Jackson’s, soft and needy.

Jackson rolled his hips, sliding his cock up against Hollands, both of shuddering with excitement at the sensation, Holland’s untouched yet overstimulated length swelling again.

‘Jesus, March, you’re wet,’ Jackson breathed, ‘you got anything left?’

‘Oh, there’ll be plenty,’ Holland smirked, as Jackson’s thick fingers slipped under the elastic of Holland’s underwear to pull it down. ‘This ok?’

Holland nodded desperately and Jackson dragged his palm up his sensitive length.

‘Ah!’

‘Mmh, Jesus, you’re big-’

‘I am?’

‘What, you didn’t know? You’re huge, March.’

Holland didn’t answer again, he just smirked, the smug grin knocked clean off his face when Jackson pressed his own cock against Hollands and started stroking them both.

‘How do you like it, huh? Hard? Soft? Fast?’

Holland’s eyes were half closed, and all that came out of his mouth was an incomprehensible string of moans and gasps.

Jackson rolled his eyes despite the way Holland’s moans made his cock twitch, a smile pulling at his lips as he leant in to suck at Holland’s neck. He’d just have to feel his way through to learn Holland’s body.

The way Holland was whimpering and bucking his hips, Jackson knew he was somehow close again already, and his own cock was desperately throbbing for release inside his grip, slippery with their combined precum.

‘Mmh, fuck, March, y-you feel so fucking good,’ he rasped into Holland’s ear, pulling back to admire his pleasure contorted face, pretty mouth dropped open and eyes squeezed shut. Jesus, he really was beautiful.

And the sounds he was making?! They were nothing short of lewd. While Jackson huffed and grunted a perfectly reasonable amount, a thrill shot to his core each time Holland moaned like a porn star in almost every exhale.

Jackson finally tipped over the edge with Holland rutting desperately into his fist, the underside of their slick cocks brushing together wildly within his firmly pumping grip the friction of that alone would have sufficed.

He spilled his seed with a low growl, and Holland, who had needed a little extra time after his recent orgasm-disguised-as-a-wake-up-call, followed, filling the room (and potentially the neighbouring ones) with an obscenely loud and strangled yell, humming and gasping his way down from his second high with a litany of, ‘Fuck, Jesus, fuck, Jesus- fuck!!!’ between each ragged breath.

‘You good, March?, Jackson smirked, propping himself up on an elbow to watch Holland, who had rolled onto his back and was struggling to form a single coherent thought.

‘What the fuck was that?!’ Holland squeaked. ‘Why did that feel so goddamn good? Never- I’ve never- Jesus!’

Jackson laid down beside him, quite happy with that result, and watched him as his breath settled and his thoughts returned to his usual level of chaos (as opposed to sexed up chaos).

‘What you’ve never been with a guy?’

‘Not that, Jesus- well, I haven’t actually, but I meant- I’ve never cum so fucking hard in my life!’

Jackson laughed heartily, flopping back onto his pillow. ‘You seemed to be doing alright in your sleep,’ he smirked. ‘You wanna cigarette? I’ll stay awake for you until you’re done.’

‘Fuck. Yes. Jesus. Need a cigarette, please and thank you.’

‘You know, I don’t mind sharing beds from now on if that’s the kinda night we’ll have,’ Jackson mused as he rummaged for Holland’s lighter and a cigarette from the discarded packet on the nightstand.

‘Really? You’d wanna… wanna do it again? With me?’

‘Hey don’t be so surprised. You’re not the only one who has wet dreams about us.’

‘Why? Who else does?’ Holland frowned, deep in thought as Healy popped a cigarette between his lips and flicked on the lighter, holding it out for him.

He waited until he saw the lightbulb switch on behind Holland’s eyes.

‘You mean you- you?!’

‘Yeah, I wanted that as much as you did, March.’

‘Fuck. Jesus.’

‘Now get your fix and get some sleep, we have an early morning tomorrow.’

‘Shit.’

‘I’ll wake you up. I can wake you up even earlier if you want me to…’ Jackson breathed, licking his lips, his seductive tone making Holland whine around his cigarette.

He stubbed it out, threw himself onto his pillow and closed his eyes.

‘I’ll take that as a yes?’ Jackson drawled.

Holland nodded eagerly, and seconds later he was snoring, having fallen into a much more peaceful, restful sleep.

[caspira-writes-fanfiction]

Finding Family (Fizz's Found Family)-Chapter 8

Flying (pt. 2)

“You’ve never been to Gluttony before?” Asmodeus was sitting opposite Fizzarolli in the back of his blue limousine, smiling to himself about the way Fizzarolli was looking over each detail of his outfit for the evening as if he didn’t come up with half of the ideas himself. It was almost as if he didn’t believe he was wearing it. Fizzarolli seemed to be determined to catalog each hand sewn bead to memory. It made Asmodeus happy, he’d made the correct decision in ordering a second custom outfit for Fizzarolli. “Enjoying your sparkles?”

Ozzie’s foot nudging against his own was enough to rouse Fizzarolli from his trance. Winning Mammon’s contest a little over a week ago had changed more for him than he imagined it would. When Fizzarolli went to meet with Mammon the day after winning, he was greeted with five new costumes and a whole new set of Mammon branded props! When he returned to the penthouse after his workday that day, he was received with a sparkly invitation to one of Queen Bee-Lzebub’s parties. That’s where they were headed to now, that’s what this new outfit was for.

“There’s so many of them. More than the showgirls costumes used to have.”

Asmodeus chuckled. “It’s Gluttony, you’re supposed to be excessive.” Asmodeus was also dressed up for the occasion. His outfit was like nothing Fizzarolli had ever seen Lust wear before. He remained in his boots, halfway up his legs and drawing the eye even higher. He opted for shorts on the bottom, tight and made of leather, with a jeweled belt buckle in all of Ozzie’s colors. His blazer was also made of leather and underneath he wore a body chain that hung like the most intricate and commanding necklace down his whole chest. Fizzarolli knew the piece of jewelry also hooked around Ozzie’s shoulders under his arms and chained itself halfway down Ozzie’s back.

“This is a new outfit for you, too. I’ve never seen you dress like this in Lust.” It wasn’t a bad thing, though Fizzarolli found himself worrying about how much he was allowed to stare before it became weird. That’s part of the reason why he’d been studying the hand beaded corset (that also worked as a battery pack if he wanted it to) and teal silk shirt with balloon sleeves and intricate embroidered details. Even his pants and ruff had extra details sewn onto them. For the second time in the span of a fortnight Asmodeus had managed to create an outfit for Fizzarolli right out of his dreams.

“It’s Gluttony, you’re supposed to be excessive” Lust repeated. Fizzarolli blushed. He still wasn’t comfortable with excess, Asmodeus noted. He wasn’t so averse to it that he’d refused the outfit, though. He’d gotten quite excited when he saw Ozzie’s sketches. He’d made design tweaks to the outfit himself and he still seemed amazed when the outfit arrived at the penthouse yesterday. Asmodeus was happy he was amazed, though. He deserved to shine tonight, this party was for him after all.

“Before we get there, a few ground rules” Asmodeus continued.

Fizzarolli interrupted. “Oh, there’s rules tonight?”

“You’ve never been to Gluttony before. Do you want to walk into your party unprepared?” Fizzarolli stayed quiet. “You have nothing to worry about, first of all. Bee is going to love you.”

Asmodeus talked about Bee-Lzebub like they were close. Ozzie didn’t talk about his friends often.

“She throws a great party, she knows how to keep the energy high.” sort of like someone else I know, Ozzie thought. “But she talks before she thinks sometimes. Nothing she says is mean spirited. You’ll know if you’ve made her angry.” Asmodeus knew that Fizzarolli could take a punch. He could give one right back and play it off most of the time too. But this was Fizzarolli’s first time out in public with his new stretchy limbs, and his first big public appearance without Mammon attached to him since he won the pageant. He knew Fizzarolli was excited, but he was also worried that someone would say something that would get Fizz’s feelings hurt.

“Don’t piss off the Queen Bee, don’t take offense. Understood. Any other rules?”

“No Beezlejuice” Fizzarolli stuck his tongue out in a teasing pout. He already knew that, he was on too many medications, it wasn’t safe. “I already told her about that, though. She won’t push it on you.”

Fizzarolli wondered how many deadly Sins knew about his personal business. Mammon did, Belphegor did, Asmodeus did, and to some extent Bee’Lzebub now did as well. He was only three away from collecting them all. Pretty impressive for a scrappy little imp from the Greed Ring.

“Her food is good enough, I think I’ll be able to have a good time without the booze.” The two of them nodded. “This isn’t my party though.”

“You’re the excuse for her to throw one.” Asmodeus laughed to himself. “Well, she doesn’t really need an excuse to throw a party. But she saw your show, she was impressed. You’re the guest of honor.”

“Is that why you’re dressed so nicely?” Fizzarolli’s hand reached out and his finger curled around the smooth gold chain.

“Maybe I was jealous, maybe I wanted to sparkle tonight too!” Asmodeus liked the way he could make Fizzarolli blush almost as much as he liked the confidence that this past week has given Fizzarolli. Asmodeus also liked the way Fizzarolli’s knuckle danced across his nipple. That had to be intentional.

“Oh, you wanted to compete with this?” Fizzarolli’s hand slid back to his corset, which was a kaleidoscope of beadwork. Gold shimmered in flecks between magenta and aqua; violet, olive, fuscia, and cerulean collided in fireworks all along Fizzarolli’s body. Fuck glitter, he’d never been shinier.

Both of them had a laugh together before the car slowed to a halt. The guest of honor had arrived.

The skies were yellow like honey, and the honeycomb imagery didn’t fall short on Fizzarolli. He chuckled as he looked up at Queen Bee-Lzebub’s castle after stepping out of the limo.

“Queen Bee” he laughed, looking up at Asmodeus as he got out of the limo as well. “This is her hive.” Asmodeus chuckled and nodded.

“Are you ready?”

The Hive was huge. A towering atrium with hoops and….lava? No. Beezlejuice decorated the outer parameters of the room. The biggest disco ball Fizzarolli had ever seen towered over the center of the atrium, sending glittering flecks along the room as light hit off it. Large swaths of fabric swagged from the ball’s pole outwards to the upper balconies alternating blue and pink. It almost looked like a circus tent. Fizzarolli wondered if it looked like this all the time, or if this really was all for him. The lights went dark shortly after the two walked in. For a moment, Fizzarolli felt like a kid at the circus again. He felt the same excitement forming in his chest that he did the first night he saw a circus show.

“Awoo Awoo!” Atop the disco ball appeared a mane of golden plasmic light. It reminded Fizzarolli of the beautiful horses from his circus, but this was even better. It was lighter, and more colorful than horses were. It was golden, a deep honey with flashes of orange and cyan and watermelon swirling throughout. It was glorious. The lights raised and Fizzarolli could see the rest of Bee-Lzebub standing atop the globe.

“Kings, Queens, and Rotyal In-Between’s are we having a good time to-night?!” Fizzarolli heard the room howl and cheer in response. Fizzarolli decided to howl, it made Asmodeus chuckle. “Good, good. I am your host, the Queen Bee of Gluttony and I’m ready to get fucking wild!”

More cheering. The energy was electric. Fizzarolli was buzzing. He still couldn’t comprehend that he was here, that this was apparently for him.

“But first, I need all you freaky little bastards to give your warmest, loudest, freakiest welcome to our guests of honor. Coming all the way from the Lust Ring…..The King of Kink, The Lord of Lube, the Duke of Dicktown: Lust himself…...King Ozzie!” More cheering. A spotlight flashed onto the two of them. Fizzarolli howled again and clapped for Asmodeus. The two exchanged a glance.

“And our real king tonight…...the comeback kid from Greed. Hell’s favorite tie breaking champion, the King Clown himself...the one...the only…...Fiz-a-Rolli!” Bee was distinct with every syllable as she said Fizzarolli’s name. Confetti burst from everywhere and rained down on the crowd as Bee-Lzebub dove from her position above everyone else and into a hole nearly as narrow as her, into a golden vat of her bub.

She would do well in the circus, Fizzarolli thought.

Queen Bee appeared from another hole in the ground, the golden liquid following her and swirling around the room. Fizzarolli hadn’t even noticed the cheering, he’d been so mesmerized by Bee-Lzebub’s performance. The way that gold seemed to float in the air with her, swirl into a big cloud, and explode into….cotton candy?! Fizz was full belly laughing by the time the Queen had come to greet them.

“Ozzie! Baby!” Bee-Lzebub flew towards the Sin, stopping short to nuzzle Ram and Bull. She was buzzing, flying so that she hovered at Asmodeus’s eye level. “The energy is crazy good tonight. And fuck! What is this tasty little snack?” Bee flew up and around Ozzie, inspecting both him and the clown next to him from every angle.

It could have been inferred that Bee-Lzebub was referring to Fizzarolli as the snack, or the way Asmodeus’s ass fit in his pants. Maybe even the both of them were the treat she was referring to. It wasn’t, though. Bee could taste energy on people and she’d known Lust since the beginning of Hell. She knew what Lust tasted like happy, mad, sad, and everywhere in between. There was a hint of sweetness on him tonight that she hasn’t ever tasted on the Sin. It was faint enough that she knew not to make a fuss out of it, strong enough that she knew she’d made the right decision by naming Fizzarolli the king tonight.

“Bee, babe. You’ve outdone yourself again.”

Bee-Lzebub’s attention turned Fizzarolli a moment later, but not before Fizz had already extended a hand up to her height. She was still buzzing.

“Holy Shit!”

“Fizzarolli. Nice to make your acquaintance, your highness.” Fizzarolli retracted his arm as he extended his legs so that he was nearly eye level with both of the Sins. He stayed a few inches shorter out of respect.

“Holy Shit!” The Queen repeated. She took Fizz’s hand in two of hers and shook it vigorously. “You were not able to do that a week ago! What the fuck have you been up to?”

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus smiled at each other. “You like my dildo arms? They’re new.” Fizzarolli’s tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth.

Asmodeus tried to hold it in, but couldn’t contain his burst of laughter.

This moment was sweet, like honey. Bee-Lzebub smiled, she laughed too. “O-okay! You are a little freak. I like you.”

Fizzarolli didn’t like the word freak in any context, much let alone when applied to him but the burn of being called a freak was softened by being told he was liked. It didn’t feel hollow when she said it. The way she looked excited about his new telescopic abilities almost mirrored Fizz’s own feelings about them.

Bee-Lzebub, still holding Fizzarolli’s hand, pulled back and twirled him around. She howled once more. “King Jester is in the house!” A few more hounds near them howled, but not nearly as many from a moment ago. The party had started. “Come on, you twisty little thing. Let’s see what these dildo arms can do!”

Fizzarolli didn’t have much time to think about it. Queen Bee had his hand and she was flying up. The arms only extended so far. Fizzarolli did as was natural to do in this sort of situation. He took a deep breath and counted to three (quickly).

He crouched, he jumped.

Fizz was flying.

It was like the circus again. The swaths of fabric draped around the ceiling in alternating colors mirrored the tent of the Big Top. Fizzarolli was high in the sky and laughing his ass off. Bee-Lzebub had let go of her grip on him as he flew into the air, Fizzarolli did a flip. Bee caught him as he started falling and did that three more times before putting Fizz on her back and heading straight for a stack of hoops in the middle of the atrium. Both of their eyes narrowed. Bee was laser focused on making it through the middle hoop. Meanwhile, Fizzarolli was concentrating on his timing.

Three, two, one. The clown jumped and landed on top of the top hoop. He bent backwards, wrapped his tail around the hoop, turned himself into a ball, and fell back through the hoop. He managed enough force to swing back up and land on his feet, just barely. He held his arms out in victory but only for a moment before they were grabbed again and Fizz was being carried up to the ceiling. Bee’s top set of arms were holding Fizz’s, she was flying upside down as they ascended. It felt like the trapeze, when he was little. This could have been anyone from his circus family holding him right now. The two of them were laughing as they floated.

When they were high enough, Fizzarolli was being thrown again. This time his objective was clear, he was reaching the pole that the disco ball hung from. Fizz stretched his arms out but purposefully missed. His legs hooked around the pole instead and Fizz spun from the top, all the way down. Just before he reached the bottom, Fizzarolli’s hands caught the pole and Fizz flipped so that he was right side up. He ended up landing on his butt, straddling the pole on top of the disco ball. He couldn’t stop laughing. He hadn’t had this much fun in years.

“Everybody, your king for the night!” Bee’s voice was loud, but the cheering was louder. Fizzarolli felt the energy in the room, it was electric. Had he done that? He could get drunk off of this feeling alone, he was on top of the world right now. The spotlight shining on him lit him up like the mirror ball he was sitting atop of. If ever there was a time for Fizzarolli to shine, it was now.

Fizzarolli ended his performance by standing again, falling backwards, and doing a back flip. It had been a long time since he’d done one of those, but he was feeling confident. Besides, he trusted that his aerial partner wouldn’t let him fall. That would really hurt the energy of the night. Fizzarolli had guessed right. After a third flip mid air he landed on something soft. When he looked up, Bee was laughing at him, he was cradled in her arms. Fizzarolli laughed too and jumped down from a much safer height.

“Well shit, little man. You really do know how to put on a show. You are welcome here any time.”

Fizzarolli beamed with pride.

“Let me get you a drink” Bee-Lzebub was already ushering Fizzarolli over to a lounge area off of the atrium on the first floor.

“Oh, I can’t-” Fizzarolli was cut off by the Queen’s laugh.

“Yeah, I know. Oz already gave me the whole lecture. And hey, I respect it. So if you’re thirsty tonight come to me or Vortex, okay honey?”

Fizzarolli had no idea who Vortex was, but he wasn’t going to argue. His question was answered soon enough when he was walked over the bar where Asmodeus was chatting with a large gray and black hellhound.

“Tex!” Bee flew over to the hound and gave him a quick nuzzle before dropping behind the bar next to him. “You found Ozzie, good! Can we get a fruity little drink in the clown’s hand please?” Bee, a natural hostess turned to Asmodeus and gave him her full attention next. “Have we gotten you a fruity little drink yet?”

“Not yet, we were just-” A large hurricane glass appeared in Ozzie’s hand, orange and red with a little umbrella on top.

“Sex on the Beach, bitch!” She winked at Asmodeus.

Fizzarolli made his way to the bar with enough time to hear that. A moment later, Tex was handing him a drin. It looked pretty similar to Ozzie’s drink, but more his size. He started to question what it was but Bee-Lzebub interrupted him next.

“It’s your night to shine, baby. You need to sparkle inside and out!” The queen rubbed three of her fingers together over his drink and glitter rained down and into the glass. She waited for him to try it, and groaned when Fizz hesitated. “It’s safe, I promise. I just told you about the lecture Ozzie gave me.” Her tone lightened. “Go on. It’s just orange juice and grenadine.”

“And magical glitter” Fizzarolli replied. Bee laughed, it was light and carefree.

“Yeah”

Nobody did anything, so Fizz took a sip of his drink. It was sweet, and Bee was right. It did just taste like orange juice and cherry syrup, but it sparkled. He felt great! When he gave Bee-Lzebub the thumbs up, she took that as a sign to continue with the house tour.

“Sweets and eats are over here. Get your fill, enjoy enjoy. There are no rules here tonight. Oh!” She stopped and turned back to Fizz who was following in tow. “The brownies. They’re safe for you. Actually……..they might help with some of that pain Oz is always complaining about. Loosen you up a little, get elevated.”

Fizzarolli turned behind him when Bee’s attention flew over his head and she gave a pointed “What?!” Asmodeus was giving her a look. “It’s safe! I asked Bell last week. Don’t be lame, Asmodeus.” Bee snapped her fingers and grabbed a bottle of bub out of thin air.

“You’re trying to get me high” Fizzarolli asserted.

“Hey, that’s your choice. I’m simply giving you the option. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya” Bee-Lzebub took a drink. “Anyway, get your party on, baby. Have some treats, have some eats, get your dance on. You’re in good company tonight.” And just like that, Queen Bee-Lzebub was off flitting around the crowd checking in on everybody.

Asmodeus hadn’t been lying when he’d made the joke about Ozzie having Bee’s order over a year ago. The buffet table was organized appetizers and finger foods first, then the meaty stuff at the end. Desserts had their own spread farther down. Chips with at least 12 different types of dips lay on a large lazy susan. Next to it were fruits, mini weenies, shrimps and cocktail sauce, crackers and cheeses, sandwiches, dumplings, and walking tacos. There was also a taco bar, a mountain of chicken wings, pizza, gyros, and burgers. The dessert bar was just as crowded with options.

All of it was delicious. Fizzarolli did his best to sample as much as he could. There were dips with flavors he couldn’t even describe. He hadn’t been wrong when he’d assumed he would be more than happy with the food tonight.

The brownies were fucking delicious.

“They’re safe Ozzie. Belphegor said. You trust Belphegor. I hear you say it all the time.” It was a little over an hour later and Fizzarolli had just finished his second brownie. Bee was right about it loosening things up. He was fuzzy and excited and happily sitting in Asmodeus’s lap, starting in on his sixth chicken leg of the evening.

“Just because it’s not going to interact with your medications doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be supervised.” When Fizzarolli pouted, Asmodeus clarified. “You’re slippy.”

The laugh started deep in Fizzarolli’s chest and erupted in a croak. Asmodeus could only smile at the clown. He was glad Fizz was having a good time.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to babysit me. You’re a guest of honor too. You should be enjoying yourself!”

Asmodeus chuckled. “Who says I’m not?”

The moment was interrupted by another booming voice approaching them. “Little Jester!” Fizzarolli was very confused, but when he turned to the large imp calling out to him, his eyes lit up. “Well, you’re not so little anymore, are you? You’re the clown now.”

“Buttons?” He hadn’t seen Buttons in years. He’d visited Fizzarolli while he was in the hospital recovering. Him and his brother, Patches, had made his first pair of horns. But things had gotten busy, he hadn’t even realized how much he’d missed the man until he was standing right in front of him. How did he even get here?

“You put on quite a show, kid. How does it feel to be living the dream?” Fizzarolli scrambled out of Lust’s lap and extended his leg closer to Buttons. He wrapped the man in a large hug, his arms wrapping twice around them.

“You’re here!”

Buttons laughed. “I’m here, kid. Yeah. Patches too, and Sloppy Joe. Few others.”

“How?” For a second time, the former clown laughed at Fizz’s responses.

“When the Queen comes to your shop and asks to invite as many circus people as possible for tonight, you listen.”

This had to be a dream. Or a drug. The brownies were making him hallucinate. Fizzarolli turned back to Asmodeus. “Is this real?” he mouthed. Fizz turned back to Buttons when the king confirmed that he was, in fact, real.

“Do you want to come back and see them? I know they’re all dying to see you.”

Fizzarolli’s head shook eagerly. He smiled and turned back to Ozzie. “Go have fun! I’m visiting family!”

There were only a handful of his circus family waiting for him on the other side of the atrium, near one of the bars. Most of them were much older than the average demographic here, but they were just as energetic when they heard Fizz jingling towards them. They whooped and hollered for him, a few pulling him into a hug while another blew an air horn for him.

Barb should be here.

Fizzarolli had largely been a child while in the family circus, only in his last handful of years did he get to participate in any of the adult gossip flitting between tents. But Fizzarolli was grown now, and the adults had all been drinking for a few hours already. Fizzarolli happily listened as he got caught up with everybody. Buttons and Patches lived in Gluttony now. They owned a tailoring business. They’d acted surprised when Fizzarolli hadn’t realized his corset was made by them, as if anybody else could be as whimsically opulent. Sloppy Joe, the old cook, also worked in Gluttony. He still cooked. One of the old horse performers, Wendy, moved to Wrath and works on a ranch. She gives horse riding lessons on the side. Ariel, one of the aerialists that worked with Barb was in Pride now. She’d always thought sinners were interesting.

Everyone was interested in Fizz's noodle limbs. Everyone was interested in learning about Fizzarolli being cozied up in Lust’s lap.

Another hour and a half later, everyone was interested in learning how Fizzarolli managed to get Asmodeus out onto the dance floor with him.

The attention and support from his family had given Fizzarolli one hell of a confidence boost.

Many many snacks, sparkly drinks, and dances later everyone’s eyes were on Fizzarolli once more. How he’d managed to convince Bee-Lzebub he didn’t know, but he was warm and tingly and so fucking excited. He’d liked when the eyes were on him, he was feeling good, he wanted a challenge.

“Alright, Jingles. On your signal.”

Fizzarolli nodded at Queen Bee. The lights dimmed again. Bee took Fizz’s hands and for the second time tonight they were flying. They started much like the last time, with Bee throwing Fizz into the air, letting him flip, then catching him. Then, when Fizzarolli was firmly planted atop the mirror ball, Bee clapped and two long silks dropped from the ceiling for him.

Fizzarolli was no aerialist by training, but this past year had made him delusional enough to try. After Asmodeus had managed to convince him to try and work towards acrobatics, Fizzarolli managed to convince Mammon to put silks in the Little Top so he could practice after hours. Or well, so Barb could practice. Fizz had only done this once, but he’d watched Barbie do it a million times. He was stronger now with these new limbs, and he had a metric fuck ton more confidence. Bee promised she wouldn’t let him fall.

The room went quiet and the music changed. Fizzarolli grabbed the silks and like he knew how to do, he worked one around his foot, shimmied up, and began to climb. He wasn’t the most graceful at it, or the most consistent. Barb would probably be laughing at him, but he managed to climb to top of the silks. His tongue stuck out with determination as he remembered how Barb wrapped one silk around his leg, an extra catch for when he fell. He’d confirmed the sequence just minutes ago with Ariel.

One deep breath.

The music swelled, Fizzarolli let go of his grip on the silks, the audience gasped, and Fizzarolli fell. His body stopped, dangling upside down and hanging on by his knees at the height of the disco ball. The crowd erupted with cheering. Fizzarolli was dizzy, but giddy. He looked down below him and saw Asmodeus looking up at him.

“And you said you’d never do aerials” Ozzie chuckled. Fizz’s grin grew three sizes. His arms outstretched down towards the other.

“Catch me!” He called, letting go of the hold on his legs and plummeting down straight into Lust’s arms.

“Are you having fun tonight?” Oz asked once Fizzarolli had opened his eyes again. Fizzarolli didn’t need to respond for Asmodeus to know the answer. That look of wonder had been on Fizz’s face all night and Asmodeus just couldn’t look away.

Fizzarolli thought the plush fabric of the seats in Asmodeus’s car were soft and nice to lay on. He said goodbye to the skies yellow as honey, as sweet as Queen Bee. He liked Bee-Lzebub. She knew how to throw a party, that was the best time he’d had in a long time. Maybe ever. And how she managed to find his circus family? People he’d long since thought had forgot about him…..it was so sweet he could cry. Fizzarolli’s leg extended across the car and hooked around Asmodeus’s. He then retracted his leg, pulling himself right into the Sin’s lap.

He wouldn’t be so bold sober. While they’d definitely grown closer in the ten or so days since winning Mammon’s competition, but they were far away from having anything close to a label. Fizzarolli had spent more than one night in Asmodeus’s bed since then, but not every single night. Tonight though, he was hoping he would get to.

“Hello” Asmodeus looked down at Fizz with amusement.

“Hi.” Fizzarolli looped his hand up and around Asmodeus’s shoulder, catching his other hand and pulling himself into the other’s side but only for a moment. The beautiful and intricate not-a-necklace was keeping Fizz from being able to properly cuddle into the other’s side. His hands started trying to work at one of the clasps he knew was in the back.

“Can we take this off please? It’s beautiful to look at, not comfortable to settle next to.” Fizzarolli’s whole body relaxed just a bit more as he felt a hum reverberate through Ozzie’s chest.

“Oh, I see. You need a cuddle.”

Asmodeus obliged when Fizzarolli nodded, finding himself oddly comfortable with the way Fizzarolli curled up against him and settled against his chest. When Fizz let out a content sigh, Asmodeus felt pride.

“I had a really good night, Oz.” Asmodeus placed his hand against Fizzarolli’s back, to keep him close and safe. Fizzarolli’s hand rested against Ozzie’s chest in agreement.

“I’m glad. I had a feeling you and Bee would get along.”

“She’s soooooooo nice and her food was so good. Fuck, Oz. I could cry. It was beautiful. There was so much to choose from.” Asmodeus rubbed Fizzarolli’s back and let the jingly little demon in his lap ramble on. “And she found Buttons! And Patches! Did you know they made this?” Fizzarolli pulled away from Ozzie’s chest to run his hand down the corset.

Asmodeus chuckled. Fuck, he was cute. “I did know.”

Fizzarolli continued. “They live in Gluttony now, they run a shop. Ozzie I have to go there someday, I bet it’s magnificent. Their tents were always filled with the most glittery things. They were so good at mending. They made me my horns! My very first horns. I still have them, but they’re old. Made out of scraps! And-and Wendy. She has a ranch! Out in Wrath! She saw one of my tour shows, I didn’t even know!” Asmodeus continued to rub Fizz’s back. He was adorable. “And Ariel helped me with the silks.”

“Amazing performance, by the way. You never told me you knew how to do that.”

“I didn’t.” Asmodeus’s expression turned to confusion. “When you convinced me to try the acrobatics, I convinced Mammon to put silks in the little top. After hours, Barbie would practice, she’d show me.”

“But tonight was your first time actually doing it?” Lust was amazed.

Fizzarolli shook his head. “Did it once before….hmpf.” Fizz pouted. “I did it once.” He waited for Asmodeus to say something, but he didn’t. Fizz felt compelled to fill the silence. “I know that’s probably pretty reckless, but Bee promised me she wouldn’t let me fall. But I didn’t need her promise, I didn’t fall.”

“It was a very compelling show.” Asmodeus agreed. It had been more than that. He couldn’t have taken his eyes off of Fizzarolli in that moment if he had wanted to.

“Oh you liked my performance, did you?”

Asmodeus smiled. “I did. Very much so.”

“Do you think the silks draped over your bed would hold me? I could try again tonight” Fizzarolli was now sitting more upright than he had been before. One of his hands was wandering up Asmodeus’s chest, Asmodeus stopped the other one before it could reach past his belt buckle.

“I don’t think the bed is rigged for trapezing. Not tonight.” Though Ozzie would make a note to look into that for the future.

Fizzarolli pouted. “We can still have some fun tonight though, right?” Fizz’s hand brushed against Asmodeus’s cheek. His other hand tried once again to get below the Sin’s belt. The sin smiled down at him and shook his head. He placed his hand over Fizz’s gently.

“Not tonight, Fizzy.”

Fizz’s pout was larger than ever. “But why not?”

“How many brownies did you have tonight?” Fizzarolli’s laugh should have been answer enough.

“Fuck if I know.”

“Exactly.” The silence rang loud and Fizz had to accept it. He sighed and curled back up against Asmodeus.

“Can I still stay in your bed?”

How could Asmodeus say no to a face that cute? He was more than happy to keep Fizzarolli close for the night. “Of course.”

The two of them stay seated in comfortable silence for the remainder of their ride. Oz had assumed that Fizzarolli had fallen asleep by the time they’d arrive back at the palace, he happily carried him. Fizzarolli liked the feeling of being carried.

“Hey Oz?” Fizzarolli asked as they reached the elevator. The Sin blinked in surprise and looked down at the other.

“Yeah, Fizz?”

“Why does everyone think I should wear glitter around you?”

Lust was confused. “Who thinks that?”

“Fucking everybody.” Fizzarolli leaned back in Ozzie’s arms so far that Oz was afraid he’d fall. The sin had to reposition the lanky noodle of a clown in his care.

“Specifically around me?” Fizz nodded. Ozzie paused and thought about it. “I thought you wore glitter because you liked it. You like to jingle, you like to shine.”

Fizzarolli giggled. Fuck, that’s cute.

“Do you like to wear glitter, Fizzarolli?”

Fizzarolli had never really thought about it, he had never really considered the choice. He’d had a fair amount of say with his outfits in the circus, but he’d never been completely in control. He’d never worn much of it either, outside of experimenting with some of the other performers on off days.

“I guess I just want to know if it’s me that gives off glittery energy, or if you’re like, known to have a kink for it and I’m just unaware? It’s just….it’s come up multiple times. And then there was the magic glitter tonight and….am I supposed to be in glitter? Do you like me in glitter?”

Fizzarolli loved to hear Asmodeus’s deep laugh with his ear pressed to his chest. Asmodeus took a moment to think.

“I think you shine with or without glitter.” It was faint, but Asmodeus could feel the way Fizz’s energy shifted. He was blushing, wasn’t he? “But-” Ozzie’s hand traced a line along the boning of Fizz’s corset. “It is a nice touch.”

A shiver ran down Fizzarolli’s spine as Asmodeus ran a finger down his torso. He’d never given much thought to his opinion on glitter before. Maybe it would be a topic he would have to revisit. He definitely liked this corset, and he really liked the attention Ozzie was giving him while he was in it.

“Don’t do that when you won’t sleep with me tonight.” Fizz’s hand is in Asmodeus’s face. The Sin chuckled.

“I literally will be! You asked to sleep in my bed tonight.” Asmodeus’s took Fizz’s hand in his own.

Fizzarolli’s tongue is long, and it stuck out halfway to the Sin’s face. “Don’t get literal with me, Duke of Dicktown.”

Ozzie’s expression remained light, his tone always edging on a laugh with Fizzarolli keeping him in good spirits. “Well, I could still help you out of these clothes…..if you’d be so agreeable?”

Fizzarolli’s laughter was the only real answer they needed.

For a second time this week, Fizzarolli had flown higher than he’d ever dreamed possible.

[cctinsleybaxter]

Furiosa thots!!! Putting under a readmore since it only just came out and i don't want to dissuade people from going. I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad (I lowkey hated it but the war rig scene made me go stupid aaaa)

Stuff I liked:

Pacing and sound design. Was really skeptical of the 2+ hour runtime but it went by quick and plotting made sense

Costuming! Any time a practical effect or something textured is onscreen (which is not always. bodes well for the 'stuff i hated' section) is awesome; I don't care if it looks stupid or doesn't make sense it's a pleasure to have in class.

Arm backstory

This car

I went in thinking 'sigh well they're never going to beat robert de niro exploding that helicopter in midnight run' and then the war rig scene happened; I was going crazy!!! I loved it from beginning to end. I actually gasped because I'd noticed the grey mass of cloth being used as a flag at the first encampment and thought 'that's my favorite thing they've shown so far' (i was going to say prop but idk that it was practical); WELCOME BACK GREY CLOTH

Chris Hemsworth was somehow my favorite performance, I felt like he nailed the combination of goofy/ridiculous and scary/threatening

Stuff I didn't like:

George Miller uses bible allegories and imagery like he's the fucking Ultraman guy (Eiji Tsuburaya.) Why make posts about how fascinated you are by 'the japanese' using catholic imagery when we got that egregious crucifixion setup. Australians are culpable.

We don't learn anything about furiosa as a person that can't already be gleaned from Fury Road. I do think this does a pretty admirable job of storytelling for a prequel, we learn about what happened to Furiosa and we (sort of) get the character development that led her to take the wives with her, but I wish it'd been a brand new character's story

I like Anya Taylor-Joy and disagree with people saying this was a miscast because she can't act and is only suited to play models (misogyny takes many forms...), but I do think she's best in roles with a lot of speaking and micro-expressions, so playing a woman who barely speaks or emotes and will later become charlize theron just wasn't it. I'm also legitimately worried about how skinny she is rn

Stuff I hated:

This movie looked like absolute garbage in comparison to the rest of the mad maxes; even the ones I think are irredeemably bad. The combination of whatever frame rate they were using and the CGI was just. Ugh.

Scene transitions (so many fades to black) and montage (specifically thinking about the sped-up footage of them assembling the rig, Furiosa's Lion King dream sequence, and 'the horrors of war') were a hot mess

Framing dementus's anarcho-fascism as worse than immortan joe's regular fascism is such a misstep it casts a shadow over the whole movie. Yeah the hedonist with the working class accent who hates art and is too stupid/selfish to run a territory yadda yadda. It's very Stephen King villain, which would be fine!, but Fury Road had such good politics it just felt tired

You're telling me that a woman who spent her childhood kidnapped and threatened with rape (interesting that said threat only comes from individual extra bad guys btw; both evil men-dominated societies accept slavery and rape but condemn pedophilia) falls for her male coworker and mentor figure. You're telling me this is a compelling relationship between two victims of the same system. You're telling me you filmed it like a YA dystopian romance. You're telling me her backstory is that she showed a guy her most treasured and vulnerable possession, a seed from the fruit she plucked before being taken from eden and losing her innocence, and he bade her keep it by putting his big-ass yaoi hand over hers, and that's what solidified their trust. You're telling me she doesn't once speak to a woman who isn't her mom. Can we die? Can we go to the wasteland?

[princesspuresarahk]

Meg Fanfic

Chapter: 4 Fun time shopping!

There are so many things to do they were showing some new perfume and makeup samples at Meg and Donna got to try and buy a few with Meg trying on these dusty pink lips that went lovely with her pale features and perfumes called Lovely English Rose and Buttercream Spice "Oh it smells so good," Meg sniffed in aww spraying a bit on her wrist enjoying the scented hints of vanilla, cinnamon and Star Ansie, Donna was enjoying one called sweet Autumn mornings smelling like a fresh mist of autumn leaves and cranberries "Ohh Cleveland you are gonna love this when you get back," Meg enjoyed the scent of the perfumes, unlike those cheap perfumes she is used to smelling.

Plus, they are much better than what "perfumes" her family gave her. They smell like grandmothers would wear or extremely cheap ones that smell really bad when you put too much on Meg shakes her head to get rid of the memories of those awful smells.

To distract her mind she caught sight of the new costume shop that had a selection of pretty cool costumes "Hey Donna let's go check out the new costume shop I heard they have cool things in there," pointing to the direction of Madam Masquerade's seasonal costume and props boutique "Ooooo~ That looks nice." Donna chorused. Walking inside they "ooooooohhh!" At the site before them costumes everywhere in beautiful colors and decorated with pretty lace and trim covered with sparkles and beads and little diamonds they were cute jester and clown costumes with beautiful masks that resembled Venetian carnival masks of all different sizes and designs, costume jewelry suits of and gowns oh goodness the gowns were gorgeous, especially with some that had Disney princess themes to it some covered with ribbons and little flowers and sparkles that when trying on can't help but it makes you feel like a princess they're even animal theme costumes and creatures for the Halloween festivities Meg's eyes practically sparkled when she sees the amazing costumes around her. She has never seen many options in one store."Come on let's try some on!" She said cheerfully as she and Donna looked through the racks of dresses picking out they like and heading towards the dressing room to try them on "Alright, Meg." Donna responded as she looked through the racks.

The first dress Meg came out in was a silver-blue Cinderella theme dress filled with puffy ruffles and sparkles Meg looked at herself giving the dress a beautiful twirl "What did you find Donna?" Donna comes out, wearing a winter-style pink Princess Aurora dress that is lined with fur. "This is beautiful~" She beamed. Meg thought so too"It looks amazing on you Donna," she beamed Donna smiled when she heard that. "Thank you, Meg." She replied. next one was a Rapunzel-inspired dress with pretty shades of purple and pink with white lace sleeves and neck the material was soft and velvet with the colors matching Meg blue violet eyes "Ooooo, girl~ You look amazing~" Donna is so impressed on how the dress fits well on Meg. "thank you," she blushed she never knew she could have so much fun shopping with Donna "oh I just remembered we'll be having a costume party this Halloween and this just gave me the perfect idea for the theme Fairy tales and Spooky Tales!" Meg did hear the Browns we're hosting a neighborhood Halloween party this year and a fairy tale-themed party with telling spooky stories does sound fun “Really? That sounds great!” Meg said they continued trying on costumes one costume Donna tried on was a gorgeous Greek-style dress made with different shades of purple and gold trimming Meg’s eyes glimmered when she saw the amazed. “Wow~,” She said in astonishment."That looks beautiful on you Donna you look a queen all you need is a crown to go with it!"The older woman smiled at the compliment; looking in the mirror she could tell this was the one! All she needs now is to find a custom for Cleveland Meg looks at other costumes in the store to see if there’s another one with a great style she finds a snow white inspired dress covered in soft lace and velvet material they were all so beautiful she couldn't decide what she liked most!

Meg is amazed by the design. It looks like it was crafted by hand. She looks at the other costumes. Looking around she came across a display of tiaras that had beautiful designs on them that looked so real it couldn't be like seeing a real crown a princess or a queen could wear one of them was decorated with gold and dark violet diamonds all over, it would be fit for a queen "hey Donna I think I found a crown for your costume," beckoning Donna over as Meg looked over the pretty crowns trying on one with rainbow diamonds decorated with an aquamarine surrounded by pearls and pink rubies on it with its surrounded little diamonds all over it "Oh my!" Donna looks at the tiara in awe. "This will go great!" She beamed. She tries it on while holding her costume against her amazed at the combination "You really look like a queen in this!" And Donna did if she were in a fairy tale Meg could see Donna it's a powerful strong loving Queen in a beautiful land where everyone is happy full of laughter and loved by all "I am so glad that you have found this, Meg!" Donna said.

It wasn't long till Meg picked her dress and chose the pretty rainbow tiara for it that both she and Donna continued their shopping enjoying each other's company it was nearing lunchtime so they decided to head to the food court for a snack and something to drink Donna looks through all of the menus throughout the food court. "What do you want, Meg?" She asked.

Meg looked over "A gooey stuffed baked cheese pretzel sounds good oh and sparkling raspberry water sounds nice too," Donna looked intrigued. "That sounds delicious."

They ordered a nice hot pretzel fresh from the oven stuffed with delicious cheese and fresh sparkling cool water to quench their thirst before finding a table to relax and giving their arms a break from carrying their bags and began to chat with Meg asking something on her mind "hey Donna I hope you don't mind me asking but how did you and Cleveland met you guys seem to love each other so much from what I heard from my family at your wedding you guys were childhood best friends?"

Donna smiles a bit. "Well, it was a lot more than that." Meg raised a brow "Oh how so?" Was there something more to their friendship?

“You will find out one day.” Donna deflected.

So they can continue talking about other things making each other laugh Meg even discusses their having a bowling team together but Donna finds a fun idea so busy talking they don't realize Roberta and Federline Jones are also at the food court until Donna notices them waving them down "hey Roberta hello Federline we didn't expect to see you two here how's your day date going?" She said with Meg waving a hello a couple was also holding some drinks and seemed to having a break as well “Oh hey, Mom. Hey, Meg.” Roberta casually greeted. “It’s been goin’ good.”

Meg smiled seeing the couple share a sweet moment while explaining to daughter about the plans for the theme of the party Roberta let out a squeal in excitement "Finally something we can do together as a couple of Federline come on sweetie we got to go find a couple of costumes see you later Mom bye Meg!," quickly she ran off with Federline arm and arm to go search for the perfect couple costume as her boyfriend yelled out "woah Roberta baby slow down I'm still carrying all your things I'm gonna spill my boba tea!" Causing Meg and Donna to giggle watching them leave.

The younger woman starts to wonder if she would have a partner as well. However, it feels like wishful thinking at this point. It was something she made peace about a while back and for now, it was okay to be alone she got to have a new friend who cares and makes her happy as Meg looks at other stores that she and Donna could go to.

Later after going too many stores and exploring amazing stuff it was nearing late afternoon so the two decided to call it a day heading back to the car and driving off home both were a bit tired from walking around the mall all day.

Meg yawns a bit as she starts to shake off the tiredness.

"you alright Meg?" Donna asked noticing Meg's sleepy eyes

"Yeah. Just a bit tired." she yawned.

Donna nearly let out a yawn herself the long day and cold weather were making her tired too "Hey how bout after we get home we grab our PJs and have a movie night sound fun?" Meg smiles at Donna's plan. "I would like that." She grinned.

Once they arrived home Meg quickly rushed back to the house with her things heading to the back of the house for the extra, extra secret key that her Lois, Chris, and herself knew about due to Peter constantly losing it from his stupidity or drunken shenanigans so they placed one by the rose bushes hidden under a rock. Carefully to avoid the thorns Meg gently lifted the rock scooping the key before opening the door and letting herself in

The house was very quiet and peaceful and she walked in feeling so different when her family is around not so much chaos from Peter and emotional stress from Lois with mischief from her brothers and Brain lounging about with a drink in his hand remembering the time when he was The voice of reason for this family helping it keep under control. Again shaking those thoughts away Meg made her way upstairs to put her stuff away keeping it hidden in inner special spots out of her family's eyes and hands before stripping out of all her clothes and rushing to the bathroom for a quick hot shower not wanting to keep Donna waiting after a quick rinse off smelling like vanilla and roses dressed in some fresh underwear and dressing in a dusty pink night dress with guipure lace panel puff sleeves material being stretchy and soft perfect comfort for a chilly night.

Putting on her bedroom slippers she grabbed a blanket for comfort he made her way down the stairs heading out the back again closing the door and putting back the key into its hiding place by then the wind had started to pick up getting chillier as sprinkles of rain hitting Meg's face "Burrr... Oh it's so cold so cold I better hurry," she shivered hugging her blanket tightly she made her way across the street towards the Browns residence Donna opening the door just in time to let her in Meg let out another shiver from the cold her cheeks rosier and pinker from the chill from the Northern wind “Ohhh! So chilly out there.” Donna shivered. “Quickly come in before you catch a cold.” as a heavy breeze blew against Meg

"Oooh!" Meg gasped as she rushed inside from the cold evening air the sprinkling soon became heavy and a clap of thunder echoed 'ka-boom!' in the dark sky "I hope you brought an appetite since it's just us tonight I thought to order us some Pizza as a treat,"

"Oh that sounds wonderful," Meg smiled as she and Donna got comfortable on the couch's warm blankets looking for a show to watch.

Meg looks at the endless options, unsure which to pick. It was then she came across the Studio Ghibli selection

She heard of Kiki's delivery service and My Neighbor Totoro but never got a chance to watch them “Let’s see that, Donna”, Mega suggested to her older woman "Oh Roberta and Rallo up this one is a sweet and adorable movie," Donna commented on the good choice as they both snuggled up on the couch as the song Stroll began playing

🎶Hey, let's go! Hey, let's go!

I'm happy as can be

Let's go walking, you and me

Ready, set, come on, let's go!

Over the hill, across the field

Through the tunnel we'll go

We'll run across the bridge

And down the bumpy gravel road

Creep beneath the spider's web

Ready, set, let's go! 🎶

Meg smiles as she listens to the theme, feeling a sense of peace. They laughed and were awed at the cute scene and cried at the emotional scenes by the middle of the movie when the girls were meeting Totoro by the bus station their pizza arrives "Here you go ladies on large pepperoni and two sodas it's $7.34 oh also we liked to give you free cheesy bread our last customer wasn't changed their mind last minute so we give them to next customer free on the house," he said with a kind smile both Donna and Meg touched by the sweetness of delivery man "why thank you young man that is very sweet of you here's the money and a tip be safe out there," she thanked giving the man the payment for the pizza and $20 tip making the man's smile brighten "wow thank you have a good night and be blessed," he said before walking back to his car silently giving a cheer to himself for the good tip he received!

Meg waved to the delivery man as he left. She admits that he does look a bit cute. Thankfully the cold hitting her face hid her light blush and made her way back inside they settled down back on the couch to continue their movie and Meg secretly admitted she really did love this time with Donna rather than her family.

They continue the night watching movies together from Pirates of the Caribbean to a spooky movie The Wolfman after getting a little too spooked by the movie when it is over watch another Sweet Ghibli movie Howl's Moving Castle both Meg and Donna find very sweet and romantic they were getting to the part where Sophie reunites with Howl again Roberta came home on time "hey Mom I'm home I'll see you later Federline," she called out giving her boyfriend a blow kiss goodbye before closing the door with her things "Welcome back, Roberta. How was your date?" Donna quizzed her.

"It was great Mom, Federline and I had a good time," she replied shrugging off her coat and letting out a shiver from the cold "I'm going to go ahead upstairs for a hot shower and head to bed I'm bushed I'll see you later," she waved off as Donna and Meg resumed their movie and wishing Roberta good night.

The movie is looking so good, especially with the animation. Meg tends to think what if she lives like that? Living in a beautiful peaceful place filled with wildflowers animals and interesting towns and cities that may have a few witches, goblins and magic but hey it would be an amazing Paradise it feels so relaxing and beautiful to be in. An amazing fantasy to live in.

Later the film came to its ending as Howl and Sophie flew off in their flying home happily in love Meg unknowingly fell asleep on the couch with a sweet smile on her lip full of sweet dreams of magical lands and adventure.

Donna looks at her before putting a blanket over her, smiling at how comfortable and peaceful Meg looks.

The next morning.

Meg awoke after having the most peaceful sleep she had in a long time, the peaking out of the window showed a soft glow and as she looked down saw that she was tucked in a big soft fluffy pink blanket. Looking around she realized she was still at the Brown's house she must've fallen asleep last night and where's Donna?

"Meg~! Get ready for breakfast~!" She heard Donna from the kitchen.

(Oh she must be up already,) Meg thought as she slowly got up stretching giving her back a satisfying 'POP'!

Making her way to what she believed was the kitchen with the smell of fresh coffee in the air and the smell of something good cooking.

"Good morning Donna," Meg greeted with a sleepy smile as Donna was pouring some coffee into a cup with one already in the other being her own "Good morning Meg did you sleep well?" She replied handing Meg her cup who added some cream and a little bit of sugar in hers.

"Yes, I did, Donna. And you?" Meg asked her.

"had a very good sleep though it did feel slightly empty without Cleveland I swear that man is like a big warm teddy bear hahaha," she giggled remembering how they would cuddle up together on cold nights like last night she hoped her husband and the boys are doing ok out there on their trip "anyway I hope you like porridge it's still chilly outside and thought something nice warm and hot can warm us up with our coffee," presenting a tray with two bowls full of hot steaming porridge with milk and cream to pour in with fresh honey and side of berries and nuts to add as toppings.

"Oh my, Donna. These look amazing to eat" Meg praised.

They sat down together enjoying the morning like the day before full of happy smiles and joy of the new family friendship.

"And if you need someone to talk to or anything or some kind of trouble or help you are always welcome to come stay here if you need to Meg," Donna commented during the dishes Meg happily helped out after talking about if Meg ever has trouble with her 'family' she'll be welcome at the Brown in case there's trouble. "That... is great to know, Donna. I am glad to hear that." Meg beamed. It feels refreshing that there is at least one person she can count on.'

what happens next in Chapter: 5 Lets go for a drive! a phone call from Lois? credit to the beautiful Taffy aka www.tumblr.com/queenofcandynso… for being part of this fanfic : )

[quarantineddreamer]

Hello love 💜 I hope you have a fun and relaxing weekend ahead!

So for the record, I do WANT to watch Andor. I do! I’ve just found my capacity for new shows is incredibly low these days. HOWEVER! We do intend to catch up.

That being said, what are three things you would say to a casual Star Wars enjoyer to convince them to watch Andor before other things?

Hi Gem!! Right back at ya! 💜

And wow I feel like my time has come with this question. (I’ve been training for this lol careful what you wish for! Here’s an essay oops)

1. You don’t have to be a fan of Star Wars to enjoy Andor. You really don’t. You can sit down and watch this show having never seen any Star Wars and still understand everything happening on screen. This is a story that’s powerful and beautiful and relevant and it just so happens to take place in the Star Wars universe 🤷‍♀️

2. The production quality on this show is unreal. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched the show at this point and yet I still find something new to appreciate in every episode each time I rewatch, whether it’s a detail on a costume, or something hidden in the music, or a prop or piece of set. The amount of thought that has gone into every single element of Andor just blows my mind BUT even if that sort of stuff is not your jam (I recognize I nerd out a lot about this given my background in production design) you can still appreciate it as a casual viewer. The world that appears on screen feels incredibly grounded and real.

3. (I’m cheating a little here but:) the acting and the writing. There’s not a single bad actor on the show—and what I mean when I say that is that even the background characters, even the characters with a single line, are incredibly well done. In particular I really love the subtle choices found in a lot of Diego Luna’s performance but I’m kind of obsessed with the whole talented cast tbh. Okay okay and the WRITING. I know some people have found it to be slow but that take just really confuses me. This show builds like nothing I’ve ever watched or read before and it pays off in so many ways that you can enjoy as a single-view and done watcher. Or…if you’re like me you’ll watch it again and again pouring over every little detail 😅

The last thing I’ll say is: oh my god I feel you so much on the new show fatigue. In fact, when Andor first came out I literally had no interest. I was like okay great another Star Wars to go with another marvel to go with another etc etc. But I sat down to watch one episode and the rest is kind of history. It is hands down the best tv show I think I’ve ever watched and better than most movies these days imo.

Anyways! It’s fine I guess!! Pretty cool/decent and I’m Very Normal about it. (If you do decide to watch it, you have to let me know what you think ☺️)

[squidooopity]

[Constellation Night]

It's already been a year since the summoner arrived at Bound Arlyn. And now Selentia is stressing herself into making clothes for Constellation Night. Spica said that it's a big event, and considering Pollux's reaction to it, it's indeed grand. The great sorcerers will be there as well.   “Selen!” Archedal barged inside without warning, making Selentia startled as she finally escaped from her thoughts.   “Arche, knock before entering,” Selentia calmly said.   The redhead only shrugs as he invites himself to sit on the sofa. The summoner's room is a mess; there's a lot of fabric all over the place as well as drafted designs and patterns.   “Oh? Is it about the Constellation Night?” Archedal raises a brow.   The woman only groans as she leans back on her chair. “Yes, this is stressing me out, just like the time during the banquet.”   “Well, why not wear something simple this time?” Archedal pointed at one of the sketches that Selentia made. “This one looks good.”   “It will cover your neck as well,” he added.   Archedal then started tidying her room bit by bit: “Use this fabric, also this and this. It will look good together. Stick with white and light blue.”   Now that Selentia has noticed, Archedal's behavior toward her has changed rapidly, in a good way. But she will never forget the fact that he once tried to intimidate her, which of course he failed to do. Sirius is the one who always helps her when she encounters problems such as this; maybe time has changed since she became acquainted with this weird fellow.   “Oh, also, I thought you and Vega would go out to town to choose props,” Archedal mentioned.   ‘You weren't even there; how come you know?’ Selentia only sighed and didn't ask, but instead replied, “That's for tomorrow.”   Archedal only hums, “Oh, while I help you with this, make me a robe as well!”   This little... 

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Archedal looked around as if finding someone; they arrived a little bit late. Pollux and Alpheratz are with him.   “Where are Selen and Vega?” Pollux asks. It's quite crowded, considering the number of sorcerers in Contell.   Meanwhile, Alpheratz groans as he already wants to go back to his room rather than socialize, not to mention the fact that he will see his grandfather.   Archedal spotted Selentia, and he is really proud. Seeing her in clothes that they work on together, one thing that crosses his mind is, Who helps her with her hair?   There is a rapier hanging at her waist. It was Vega's. He glanced behind Selentia and saw Vega wearing the summoner's necklace. In the end, the two failed to look for suitable props and chose to exchange instead.   “Selen~!” Archedal casually put a hand around Selentia's shoulder. She flinches; she has an inclination that he will do something again.   “Oh... Arche.”   Archedal glances at Vega, whose aura is telling him to fuck off. They're not in a good term, but it's not that bad. Archedal just likes seeing Vega jealous.   “You put your hair up this time? That's new. It looks great on you.” The redhead smiled.   “You also look good, Arche,” Selentia said back.   Archedal then gave Vega a sly grin, which made Vega's brow flinch. Music started playing, and Archedal offered a hand to Selentia, saying, “May I have this dance, My Lady?”   “...?” Selentia is speechless, so that is what he is going with. “I—”   Before she could even reply, Vega interrupted, “The summoner's partner for the night is me.”   Internally, Archedal is holding back his laughter. “Oh, is that so? Such a shame.”   Selentia links her arms together with Vega, which makes the other person blush. “Well, I shouldn't let my partner dance alone now, can I?”   Archedal look between the two. Selentia is enjoying herself indeed; it's pretty obvious that she really likes Vega. Well, Vega, he is... “a tomato.”   “What?”   “Huh?”   “I mean, I will now go bother the others and enjoy your night, love birds!” Archedal swiftly went away; he didn't mean to say that out loud. But the cold as ice person he knew was a blushing mess, red as a tomato. So he can't help but blurt it out loud.

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While writing this, it just happened that I wanted to drop questionable information about my summoner. I still feel like there is something off in the way I write. I don't know, I really don't like it at all. Hah.

This Constellation Night is inspired from Vega's Card [The Oath of The Day]. Maybe I should do a spin-off for Alpheratz Card as well? Jk, but who knows?

I really like Archedal's hairstyle in here hihi, and also, Selentia looks really different at some point in the making.

[aslanscompass]

Wild Blue Yonder

Thoughts as watched

Star Beast went from a two to 4 after second viewing, so

 Let’s see what happens with Wild Blue Yonder. I saw something on Tumblr about Frobisher and that seems promising

Title sequence is a bit more promising. Still looks like steel wool though.

1666 pre title sequence

Isaac Newton

Is that actor a POC? Yes he is. And from it’s a sin. Not ssurprised.

I do like the new diamond logo

Empty room in  space

And why would the TARDIS give Donna coffee if the console isn’t waterproof? Saw that last week and yeah.

They don’t look much older, either of them. New screwdriver is odd

Song reference in-universe

Where /are/ you

oKAY, another tardis? Naw, don’t think so.

So that’s where the money went! Very long space ship corridor

Bad noise, TARDIS Leaving noise

And what’s the rip behind Donna? Is that damage from the TARDIS getting fire-y

Really cheap drama here.

This is playing kind of weird

Like, this is at least 50 percent Tate and Tennant versus Donna and the Doctor.

Which, isn’t, like, necessarily bad, but

Oh, tessellation. Why do I have the feeling they’re on a launch ramp

TARDIS translation doesn’t have a range limit. At least,I’ve never seen it before.

Hover cart money

We did have it ‘shut off’ when Ten was sleeping off the regeneration.

Eggman robot

I never really thought about it before, but why is the steering wheel on the left?

Is this just gonna be a wander through an empty spaceship?

Liquids.

Kinda looks like the tower/spaceship in World Enough and Time

Very long cylinder

Decent question, Donna

They’re at the end of the worlld, aren’t they?

yEAH, I thought so. 

And I think that’s the first ‘sorry’ from 14. Or one of them

Liar. Doctor, you’ve been pretty far out before.

You just look weird leaning against the glass.

Noises. At last

Signs of life.

Or the car? Is the car alive? Could be?

It looks like a stack of air purifyers for my furnace.  But orangy

And a dishwasher

Ok, lights. This is paced more like classic who, very slow beginning

Which is fine, but not what I was expecting

I mean, we’re 20 minutes in and I have no idea what is going on

And Donna’s invite for the Doctor to hang out hits harder remembering the Ponds

Is that real Donna? Fake Donna?

Knew that!

Knew it was too weird, cutting between Donna and the Doctor like that. So two imposters/shape shifters. Fake Donna in pipe room and fake Doctor in orange room. Blue and orange lighting is good, and honestly,, the cinematography is good. Not, outstanding, but decent.

‘aRMS Too long: “we get hungry”

Ah, repetitive. Not good

Do they only have one brain?

Still judging how good the special effects are

There were a few obvious trick moments to save on special effects

Kinda like the flesh monsters in that episode

Not exactly creepy, just odd. I mean, wouldn’t like to meet them iin ha dark corridor

At least they’re somewhat safe in there

Ship was probably designed for humanoids of roughly same scale, judging by chairs and access panels

Or did the fleshies shrink and get in

CCould actually see breath in one scene, that’s a start

Blue and orange

Are you going hard down on the Timeless child?

And yeah,Donna wouldn’t know that

At least, you’d think that that copy of his brain wouldn’t have that part in there

And he’s doubling down on Flux. Davies, did you have to

IIs there are chance that both of them are shapeshifters

Possiblly?

Part blows up. But not all? oF Course alt Doct thing dies. No, they arne’t killing Donna. She’s got

Squishy Looks like melted starburst

Honestlhy the stupid iinsult should lose force by now.

Though crab-walker is interesting

Okay, this is the Doctor. Only he would throw a tantrum like that

Salt line

Hmmm

Emotions.

Hmm

Rolls eyes. Of course the aliens only got the bad bits  of humanity

Ok, eggman

What on earth

Another glass wall. Exactly the same wall as in the mEEP’s  spaceship

Nice to see they’re still carrying on with the prop reuse tradition

This makes more sense.

This feels more like right things

Dead astronaut

Music

What

Wrong one? Okay, so we’ve got an Izzy/Destril siutation here

Okay, possibliyty Too short a moment. I wanted that to last a bit longer

Liike, the eIGth doctor wrong companion was fine.

Blue. sO yeah, the salt thing was a stable time loop. You’re worrying too much about the salt line thing

The memory thing …. Does Donna remember 11-13? Or not?

Sighs.  HMM

Please DON’T DOUBLE  down on timeless child

The sad face doesn’t work the same anymore and that’s good. It was so soppy

What about Frobisher? I saw mentions? \

Wilf WILF WILF WILF WILF! YES YES YES!

gIANT silver thing in background

That makes  no sense. Spaceship? Plane?

Trailer pleasE?