#pamplemousse design

[puttain]

The bathroom of Delphine and Reed Krakoff at their old upper east side townhome.

[tiny-design]

As a follow-up to the bisected ending narrative of the original title, sequential conception is a major focus of Dominique Pamplemousse & Dominique Pamplemousse in "Combinatorial Explosion!" Rather than carry on with the already concluded mystery of the first game, this title instead explores the concept of alternative existences, both in the format of games, and in how your identity is formed by the choices made and unmade.

[rexaleph]

So the world of perfumes is completely alien to me, but I pretty much exclusively buy Old Spice deodorants bc I like the smells. Is that too vague to ask for recommendations or can you, an expert, give me some...

oh i love this, picking perfume for people is my fetish. so idk if i can be actually helpful but i'll try! i've had Old Spice deodorants before, idk if i can bring the smell to mind, but it's like (forgive the gendering) boyfriend smell right? masculine cosmetic product type of thing, a little sweet and pine-y? so off of that your deal would probably be designer men's fragrances, which is not super my area of experience, but i can think of some (ignore all reviews that mention gender, perfume people are insane and stupid abt that):

Terre d'Hermes by Hermes is crazy popular for a reason. Spicy-sweet citrus. It suits everyone, it's the thing I'd recommend to buy as a gift for like any butch or man if you're trying to get them into perfume. I can easily see it on an older person, but this twinky undergrad at my job wore it and it worked well for him, didn't give tryhard dad's cologne vibes at all. It's just warm and charismatic and universally flattering. Though maybe more on the expensive side, idk that i can judge prices well given where I live.

Consider Dior Fahrenheit. Also super popular, you'll smell it on people a lot. It also has that sweet-clean slightly spicy men's cosmetics scent, with a bit of depth and bitterness to it. I thought I wasn't into it, but a while back I quite liked it on another guy, was kinda surprised when he told me what it was. (was not into the guy, my judgement is unclouded)

Maybe check out the Bvlgari Man line, i liked those when i first started looking at perfume, especially Man in Black. Neroli Wood was pretty nice I believe as well.

Out of the things i like to wear, i can recommend Bon Parfumeur 003 Yuzu Feuilles de Violette Vetiver, I got it like 50% off so i think of it as a nice cheap find, but you gotta see how available/accessible it really is. The vibe is fresh bitter-sweet citrus, i think it's a bit less perfume-y and more delicate than the ones i recommended above.

Also if you have a local Zara and they still stock the Emotions or Olfactive lines, just check out any that they have. They're made by perfumer Jo Malone, who had this stupid overpriced cologne company, but at Zara prices her stuff is extremely worthwhile. I have tried maybe 3 out of 20, and none of them are bad. Vetiver Pamplemousse is a very cool woody grapefruit, my favorite ever citrus fragrance, that I have actually considered bying from a reseller at like real perfume prices (not doing it but like).

I think vetiver is a note to look out for in general, I associate it very strongly with those pleasant fresh masculine scents, and maybe citrus and sandalwood.

Also please let me know if you end up trying anything, maybe I can give better recommendations then!

Also take all my recommendations knowing that just now I put on a perfume where a bunch of people say it smells like literal feces and idk that have ever been so instantly in love with a scent in my life.

[drytechengi]

Exporter of Spin Flash Dryer in Mauritius

Drytech Engineering Systems is a leading Manufacturer, Supplier, and Exporter of Spin Flash Dryer in Mauritius. We are Based in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India. Drytech Engineering Systems offers spray dryers, flash dryers, spin flash dryers, and multi-effect evaporators. We provide two types of the spin flash dryer like Fully Automatic Spin Flash Dryer, Semi-Automatic Spin Flash Dryers. Features of Spin Flash Dryer: Disintegration System: Breaks down wet cakes for effective drying. Hot Air Injection: Pre-heated air is used to dry materials quickly. Cyclone Separator and Bag Filter: Collects dry powder efficiently. Energy-Efficient Operation: Operates at a voltage of 440V/50HZ. High Output Level: Rapid drying of paste and fluid-based substances. Chemical and Thermal Resistance: Durable design for various applications. No Sticking or Accumulation: Ensures smooth operation. Working Principle: Material Introduction: Materials are fed into the drying chamber in a fine, dispersed form. Hot Air Injection: We inject hot air at high velocity, promoting rapid moisture evaporation. Drying and Separation: A high-speed rotor creates agitation, mixing materials with hot air. Dried particles are carried to the cyclone separator for collection. What materials can be dried using a Spin Flash Dryer? Suitable for filter press wet cakes, fluids with high viscosity, and thick pastes. What are the energy requirements? Operates at 440V/50HZ, ensuring energy-efficient performance. How does the drying process work? The drying process involves material introduction, hot air injection, and drying/separation in a cyclone. What are the advantages of a fully automatic dryer? Enhanced efficiency, reduced manual intervention, and precise process control. Can I customize the drying parameters in a semi-automatic dryer? Yes, operators can adjust feeding rates, temperature, and drying times as needed. Drytech Engineering Systems is an Exporter of Spin Flash Dryer Mauritius covering locations such as Port Louis, Plaines Wilhems, Vacoas-Phoenix, Beau Bassin-Rose Hill, Curepipe, Quatre Bornes, Rivière Noire, Pamplemousses, Savanne, Grand Port and Flacq. Contact us today for more information, pricing, and availability. View Product: Click Here Read the full article

[gajjarequipments]

Asphalt Drum Mix Plant in Mauritius

Gajjar Equipments Private Limited Provides an Asphalt Drum Mix Plant in Mauritius. We are based in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India. Gajjar Equipments Private Limited are manufacturer, supplier, and exporter of Asphalt Mixing Plant Asphalt Batch Mix Plant, Asphalt Drum Mix Plant, Counterflow Asphalt Drum Mix Plant, and Mobile Drum Mix Plant. What are the components of a drum mix plant? Drum mix plants have components like cold feeder bins, weighing conveyors, drying and mixing drum with burners, and bitumen tanks. They also feature a filler hopper, wet dust scrubber, charging conveyor, control panel, and optional silos for hot storage. What are the common operations of an asphalt mixing plant? The common operations of a drum mix plant involve the collective weighing of aggregates before they are added to the drum. Once the aggregates are in the drum, the process continues with heating the aggregates and adding bitumen and filler material to the same unit. What is the function of an asphalt plant? The asphalt mixing plant weighs materials such as aggregates, bitumen, and filler, then adds them at a specific elevated temperature to produce hot mix asphalt. What is drum mix plant used for? Asphalt Drum mix plant  is used for paving roads, airports, parking lots, runways, and streets. This versatile and durable material is known for its longevity and resilience. What is a drum mixing plant? The drum mixing plant is a continuous type of asphalt plant that performs all processes seamlessly. Inside the drum, we heat the aggregates and mix them with bitumen and filler material. Features and Benefits of Asphalt Drum Mixers: 1260°C Resistant Coated Cerawool: The drying drum features a coated cerawool layer, covered by a stainless steel sheet, ensuring maximum heat retention. Half Chain Drive: This design minimizes vibration and ensures smooth, trouble-free operation of the drum. Versatile Burner Options: The burner is available with various fuel options to suit different needs. Rugged Design: Built with a robust and proven design for enhanced durability. Pollution Control: Equipped with both dry and wet dust collectors for effective pollution management. Insulated Bitumen Tanks: Fully covered tanks ensure optimal heat retention for efficient operation. Ongoing Design Improvements: Continuous enhancements make the design simple and maintenance-free. Optional PLC Control Panel: The advanced PLC control panel is maintenance-free for user convenience. Factory Testing: Each unit undergoes thorough testing at the factory before dispatch. Gajjar Equipments Private Limited Provides an Asphalt Drum Mix Plant in Mauritius including locations like Port Louis, Plaines Wilhems, Vacoas-Phoenix, Beau Bassin-Rose Hill, Curepipe, Quatre Bornes, Rivière Noire, Pamplemousses, Savanne, Grand Port and Flacq. For more information and inquiries, feel free to contact us. Read the full article

[snzcarrental]

A Complete Guide to Mauritius Airport Car Rental for Exploring Island

Mauritius, a gem nestled in the Indian Ocean, is renowned for its stunning beaches, lush greenery, and vibrant culture. When planning a visit to this paradise, one of the most convenient ways to explore the island is by renting a car. This guide will provide you with all the essential information you need to rent a car at Mauritius airport, ensuring a smooth and enjoyable travel experience.

Why Rent a Car in Mauritius Airport ?

Renting a car in Mauritius airport offers numerous benefits. The island’s public transportation system, while available, may not be as efficient or extensive as those in larger countries. Having a car allows you the freedom to explore at your own pace, visit off-the-beaten-path locations, and tailor your itinerary to your preferences. Whether you’re interested in beach hopping, exploring the vibrant markets, or venturing into the mountainous interior, a rental car provides the flexibility you need.

Arriving at Mauritius Airport

Sir Seewoosagur Ramgoolam International Airport (SSR Airport), located in Plaine Magnien, is the main gateway to Mauritius. The airport is well-equipped with modern facilities and a variety of services, including numerous Mauritius airport car rental agencies. Upon arrival, you’ll find that renting a car at the airport is straightforward and convenient.

Choosing the Right Car Rental Company in Mauritius

Several reputable car rental companies operate at Mauritius Airport, both international brands and local agencies. Here are some of the popular options:

Booking Your Rental Car

It’s advisable to book your rental car in advance, especially during peak tourist seasons. Online booking platforms allow you to compare prices, read customer reviews, and select the vehicle that best suits your needs. Most rental companies offer a range of vehicles, from compact cars perfect for solo travelers or couples, to larger SUVs suitable for families or groups.

When booking, consider the following factors:

Vehicle Size: Choose a Mauritius car rental that comfortably fits your travel party and luggage.

Fuel Policy: Understand the fuel policy, whether it’s full-to-full or full-to-empty.

Insurance: Ensure you’re covered with comprehensive insurance, including third-party liability and collision damage waiver.

Additional Drivers: If more than one person will be driving, check the policy on additional drivers.

Picking Up Your Car at Mauritius Airport

Once you land at SSR Airport, follow the signs to the car rental in Mauritius airport desks located in the arrivals hall. Have your booking confirmation, driver’s license, passport, and credit card ready for a smooth pick-up process. The rental agreement will be explained to you, and you’ll inspect the car for any pre-existing damages. It’s important to note these on the rental agreement to avoid disputes later.

Driving in Mauritius

Driving in Mauritius is on the left side of the road, similar to the UK and Australia. Here are some essential tips for driving on the island:

Speed Limits: The speed limit is generally 40 km/h in urban areas, 80 km/h on rural roads, and 110 km/h on highways.

Road Conditions: Most roads are in good condition, but be cautious on rural or mountain roads which can be narrow and winding.

Traffic Rules: Adhere to local traffic laws and always wear seat belts. Using a mobile phone while driving is prohibited unless you have a hands-free system.

Parking: In urban areas, look for designated parking spots. Avoid parking in restricted areas to prevent fines.

Exploring Mauritius by Car Rental Services

With your rental car, you can easily explore Mauritius’ top attractions:

Beaches: Drive to the famous beaches of Flic en Flac, Trou-aux-Biches, and Belle Mare to soak up the sun and enjoy water sports.

Nature Reserves: Visit Black River Gorges National Park for hiking and spotting wildlife, or explore the botanical wonders of Pamplemousses Garden.

Cultural Sites: Explore the island’s history and culture at Aapravasi Ghat, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the bustling markets of Port Louis.

Scenic Drives: Take a drive along the coastal roads for breathtaking views of the ocean and lush landscapes.

Returning Your Rental Car

When your trip comes to an end, return your rental car to the designated area at the airport. Ensure you leave ample time before your flight to complete the return process, which includes a vehicle inspection. Return the car with the agreed-upon fuel level and in the same condition as when you picked it up.

Tips for a Smooth Car Rental in Mauritius Experience

Read the Fine Print: Understand the terms and conditions of your rental agreement, including mileage limits and insurance coverage.

Stay Connected: Consider renting a GPS device or using a mobile app for navigation to help you get around the island.

Emergency Contacts: Keep the rental company’s contact information handy in case of any issues or emergencies.

Local Etiquette: Familiarize yourself with local driving customs and courtesies to ensure a pleasant driving experience.

Conclusion

Renting a car at Mauritius Airport is a fantastic way to enhance your travel experience, giving you the freedom to explore this beautiful island at your own pace. By choosing a reputable rental company, understanding the driving rules, and planning your itinerary, you’ll be well-prepared to enjoy all that Mauritius has to offer. From pristine beaches to cultural landmarks and scenic drives, the adventure awaits you in every corner of this tropical paradise. Safe travels!

[acocktailmoment]

Soul Clench!

Recipe:

2oz Pisco

¾oz Dry Vermouth

½oz Pamplemousse Liqueur

½oz Elderflower liqueur 

¼oz Falernum

Grapefruit twist, for garnish

Instructions:

Combine all ingredients over ice and stir

Strain into a rocks glass over one big cube, and garnish

[bungalowclassic]

[gensuta]

GAMES WITH TRANS/NONBINARY REP!!

Happy pride month!! I love playing video games so I thought it'd be neat to share the many many games I've played with nonbinary and trans characters >:3

Sorry in advanced I’m copying and pasting stuff from twitter ;v; Also know that many of these games ARE on consoles, but if you buy them on pc/mac use itch.io if it exists. It gives devs more money!!

VALIDATE!!  There's a demo on Steam and Itch.io that you can play RIGHT NOW and also a patreon you can support and I highly suggest it ^o^ It's a lovely VN with several playable characters and rlly good writing

Extreme Meatpunks forever is so SO good omg. It's a VN/mech brawler where u be gay and fight fascists!!! Trans and nonbiney ppl are out here being badass af. The game has cws/tws built into the game ( which i love sm ) Also there's a ttrpg on Kickstarter RIGHT NOW!! 

Another game with nonbinary characters is an rpg called Ikenfell! It was one of my favorite games to play last year and the music and just everything? Honestly so good I'm def replaying it this year. It also has tons of good accessibility features!

ok but i wanna geek abt ikenfell just a smidge more  U DON'T UNDERSTAND 3 OF THE PLAYABLE CHARACTERS ARE NONBINARY <333 The strongest playable character also uses ze/zir pronouns and I think that's pretty epic

Ok so like literally every game I've played by @analgesicprod I've loved 100% And Anodyne 2? Everyone should go play it and I will keep saying it until everyone does. And yes there's a trans character in it <3 Drem my beloved <3  Go check it out!!

Another game studio I love is @pillowfightio !!! They worked on Later Alligator, We Know the Devil, and Heaven Will Be Mine. I highly recc all of them but esp. Later Alligator cuz like just look at Joanie. They're so cool.  

In the game Everhood gender doesn't exist <3 Literally multiple characters are referred to with they/them pronouns and the gameplay is very enjoyable 

 CW LOTS of flashing lights and I feel like there should maybe be more cws but I'm not sure what else to add :l I guess a warning is that Everhood gets into more serious stuff and I'll be honest when the game first came out I had to put it down for several days b/c I just wasn't ready for a lot of that stuff, but I honestly liked the game a lot!

I was debating on adding this bc while I love this game there's some issues. So Gnosia is like werewolf ( or among us if you will ) but more narrative focused with time loops etc. There's two wonderful nonbinary characters and you can be nonbinary HOWEVER ( minor gnosia spoilers. skip past if you want to avoid it) . . . For some reason finding out the AGAB of one of the characters is mandatory and I fucking hate that. It's so unnecessary esp for the world building that's been done. Also tws for the game: sexual abuse / assault, gore ( in only one scene ) (spoilers end) but yeah I still added it because the characters are so neat and strong for the type of game it is and without that bit I wouldn’t feel so :/ abt recommending it. It’s pretty fun ngl

Wandersong!!! The main character is nonbiney and I love them <33 It's such a lovely little musical adventure with such a nice narrative and!! Some of the devs just released Chicory ( which I haven't gotten to play yet ;v; ) but check that out too!!

Bravery Network Online is super fun!! It's a turn based rpg that feels really good and has two characters that use they/them pronouns ( Fel and Reed ) the character designs are sooo good and the game is currently in early access!

I never thought I'd see a claymation point and click musical featuring a nonbinary detective but Dominique Pamplemousse is just that Need I say more?

A personal fav I think about every now and then is Dad fighter 30XX!! Like who doesn't wanna beat up their friend's shitty dad in the parking lot of a dennys?? Also the win music is my FAV

SPIRIT SWAP!!! By @SoftNotWeak !!!! Super chill and pretty game by lovely people with a demo you can play right NOW!! This game makes me want to become a strong magical thembo

More games I’ve played, but am too lazy to ramble about

ROM:2064 ( game is amazing but i got mixed feelings tho bc the og devs aren't getting paid for it I think :/ )

A Year of Springs

Secret Little Haven 

A normal lost phone

Calico 

Celeste

Hollow Knight

Undertale

Deltarune

Monster Prom / Monster Camp

Hades ( all of supergiants games slap btw )

If Found

Here’s games I haven’t played but have heard about

Bugsnax

Diaries of a spaceport janitor

Hustle Cat

Tell Me Why

Our Life

Last Minute Love

Black Tarot

Apex Legends

World of Warcraft has trans npcs :0

Dragon Age Inquisition

Sky, Children of the Light

TemTem

Battletech

Death and Taxes :0

Flicker :0 ( roblox games do count! It’s always cool to see what ppl make in it )

Assassins Creed Syndicate has a trans npc

Verdant Skies

Wandering Wolf Trick ( I love nomnomnami’s games sm but haven’t played this one. Highly reccommend her stuff )

If you have any games you wanna add to this PLEASE please do and I'll add them!! And while you're here please support the Queer Games Bundle going on itch rn to support tons LGBTQ+ game devs financially (including me ) <3 Last little edit for now: I’d def suggest trying to find cws/tws for these games just in case I haven’t covered everything for the ones I did talk about <3

[otome-pamplemousse]

A Pleasant Surprise

Le Comte X Reader

I was getting ready for a big event tonight. Through the vanity mirror’s reflection I could see the dress le Comte had picked out for me from an exclusive boutique in town. It was an elegant burgundy off-the-shoulder velvet gown to suit his exquisite tastes. It was indeed an admirable Parisian gown.

My impostor syndrome quickly resurfaced. How could I, an ordinary woman who once lived during the 21st century, ever be given the opportunity to wear such a gorgeous gown and live such a lavish lifestyle? I asked myself. I just couldn’t believe it. As I stroked the soft velvety fabric of the gown, Sebastian interrupted my inner train of thought.

“Le Comte informed me you might need help lacing up the back of your gown,” Sebastian suggested.

(I hadn’t even thought of how I was going to get the dress on yet. Thanks, Comte!)

“Thank you for coming, Sebastian!” As he laced up my gown, I grunted as I couldn’t control the stress on my body.

“Too tight?” Sebastian asked.

“Forgive me, I’m not used to this sort of attire but I’m doing alright!” I assured Sebastian.

“I’ll leave it at this then,” he replied.

“You look wonderful tonight,” Sebastian acknowledged. “Le Comte is a lucky man, have a fun night, (y/n).”

“I will, thank you!” I exclaimed.

I walked down the long corridor through the set of stairs. I couldn’t help but wonder what le Comte had planned. Whenever I tried to ask, he would smoothly divert the topic of conversation to another engaging affair. He made it impossible for me to know. He’s had hundreds of years of conversations, he’s practically an expert at this.

“(y/n)!” I heard le Comte’s smooth voice from behind me. I looked back to find le Comte wearing a black suit, in which he looked slightly more polished than usual, which is surprisingly possible.

He quickly embraced me with one arm from the waist. I got goosebumps. “Ma chérie, this gown suits you very well. I’ll make sure to let the designer tailor you more clothes for your wardrobe.”

“There’s no need!” I objected.

“You needn’t worry, I’ve got it covered. The gown is beautiful, but it pales in comparison to your beauty,” le Comte commented. I couldn’t help but blush.

We rode the coach across town where we made conversation about gardening. He managed to make this simple conversation so sophisticated and engaging, he is truly a fascinating gentleman. I glanced outside of the coach’s window and I could see numerous affluent Parisians entering a beautiful building.

“We have arrived,” le Comte announced. Le Comte held the coach’s door open so I could elegantly depart from the vehicle. “Ma chérie, here we are.”

He took me to a saloon where great musicians of the romantic era were scheduled to perform.

“Franz! What a pleasant surprise,” le comte exclaimed.

(No way! Is that Franz Liszt? He’s certainly different from how I pictured him. How on earth does le Comte have so many connections?)

“(y/n), let me introduce you to composer Franz Liszt. Franz, let me introduce you to Lady (y/n),” le Comte acquainted us.

“Enchanté,” Liszt responded as he kissed my hand. “It’s an honor to reunite with my old friend and his beautiful lady.”

(He thinks we’re a couple!)

“Beautiful, indeed. You would be delighted to learn of how talented she is,” le Comte commented.

(My heart is melting!)

We continued to talk about our life in Paris at the mansion and we got to learn about Liszt’s tours across Europe. He is a hardworking man, that’s for certain. I still couldn’t believe I was having a casual conversation with the one and only Franz Liszt. I’m sure le Comte acquainted him with Mozart, though I’m not sure they got along. I’ll have to ask him later!

Le Comte and I had a fun night of drinks and conversation all leading up to Liszt’s performance of the night. My favorite piece was La Campanella. It was a night to remember.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ © otome-pamplemousse ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

[chipou-art]

Héhé voici les personnages principaux de mon histoire « Quartiers d’Agrumes » avec leurs nouveaux designs ! De gauche à droite : Clémentine « Clem », Yuzu, Pamplemousse, Orange (le leader du groupe), Gelb et Grün.

L’histoire suit ce groupe de mafieux un peu spéciaux qui sont des humains agrumes. Pour l’instant y’a pas grand-chose de concret à part des bouts de scénario et les relations entre les personnages mais ils me tiennent vraiment à cœur 👉🏻👈🏻

[drytechengi]

Exporter of Spray Dryer in Mauritius

Drytech Engineering Systems is an Exporter of Spray Dryer in Mauritius. We are Manufacturers, Exporters, and Suppliers of spray dryers, flash dryers, spin flash dryers, and multi-effect evaporators. Drytech Engineering Systems is a manufacturing unit located in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India. Spray dryers can handle a wide range of materials, including heat-sensitive compounds, creating a perfect powder without compromising quality. Our advanced spray drying technology minimizes energy consumption while maximizing output, allowing you to achieve more with less. Achieve consistent, high-quality powders with our precision-controlled process. This uniformity enhances solubility and dispersion, making your end products more effective. Features of Our Spray Dryers: Advanced Control Systems: Monitor and adjust parameters in real time to maintain optimal drying conditions. Energy Efficiency: Designed to reduce energy costs while maintaining performance, our systems are environmentally friendly and cost-effective. Customizable Solutions: We understand that every business has unique needs. Our team works with you to develop a spray dryer tailored to your specific requirements. Compact Design: Our equipment is designed to save space while delivering high performance, perfect for facilities with limited floor space. Application: Food and Beverage Pharmaceuticals Cosmetics Chemicals Our commitment to innovation and customer satisfaction means we’re always here to support you, from installation to maintenance. Drytech Engineering Systems is an Exporter of Spray Dryer in Mauritius, covering locations such as Port Louis, Plaines Wilhems, Vacoas-Phoenix, Beau Bassin-Rose Hill, Curepipe, Quatre Bornes, Rivière Noire, Pamplemousses, Savanne, Grand Port and Flacq. Contact us today for more information, pricing, and availability. View Product: Click Here Read the full article

[talkingismylifewrites]

14, 70 and john and rog. because this would literally fulfill all my dreams

bodyguard/locked in a room au

“you’re an idiot,” john sighed, reaching up to pinch at his nose. “how do you forget the password to your own safe room?”

roger shrugged, his grin slow and easy in the pale light. if john didn’t want to throttle him so much, he’d have found it almost attractive. 

“in my defense,” drawled roger. “i’ve never used it before.”

“no,” agreed john with a snort. “you just decide to give it a try on a whim.”

in roger’s defense, it wasn’t a bad panic room; john had honestly seen worse. in all his years of body-guarding the rich and famous-- which, if you’d told him five years ago he’d be the strategic bodyguard for the roger taylor, he’d have laughed in your face-- he’d seen panic rooms that were really just closets with locks, an attic room with zero air flow, and a basement room that had a broken window. this room was large, airy, and decorated. frankly, it looked ridiculously lovely, almost relaxing. there were worse places to hide out in from murderous fans.

to be clear, john was not the muscles. no, that was reserved for a mountain of a man named dirk. dirk was the brawn and john the brain, as freddie lovingly put it his first day on the job. dirk was there to protect roger should one of his millions of fans try to rip him apart in order to claim a souvenir of former boyband member turned successful solo artist roger. john was there to make sure that there was never even a reason for dirk to have to step in. 

in his first six months of service alone, john managed to stop two assault attempts, thirteen stalkers, twenty-six break ins, and five rather unfortunate cases of stolen identity. he rewired rogers mansion top to bottom, spent weeks pouring over the data of each hotel and venue he’d preformed at, and had thoroughly vetted each and every person roger could or would ever come across. he had plans a-through-z for protecting roger.

he just had none when it came to protecting roger himself.

for all that roger was beautiful and kind, sensual and talented, he was also the biggest idiot john had ever met. roger was the kind of person to 100% walk into a trap thinking it was kosher; john had lost track of how many times roger had actually walked towards a fan practically frothing at the mouth with little regard to his own safety. he left doors unlocked, he threw last minute parties with hundreds of guests that john hadn’t vetted, and he locked himself in the very panic room he’d had installed himself. 

“la croix?” asked roger, shoving a can in john’s face. pamplemousse, his favorite. “i know you can’t drink while on the job.” 

“thanks,” grunted john, taking the can and rolling it between his hands. it was chilled, still wet with condensation. he didn’t know why roger had it to begin with; roger hated grapefruit with a burning passion. once, while ridiculously hungover, he’d chucked half of one across the room, pelting his assistant, crystal, in the face. 

“pretzels? goldfish? or would you like a cup of easy mac?” roger offered, pulling back the sliding door to reveal a pantry full of food designed for children. “i had crystal stock up a month ago with nonperishables.” 

“all of those are perishable.” 

roger frowned, staring at the boxes in defeat. “even the gummy sharks? aw, man, those are my favorite!” 

sometimes, john questioned his life choices. especially when it came to roger. roger, whom john had been sleeping with for the past three months. what had started as a drunken mistake celebrating the end of roger’s world-wide tour had turned into something uncomfortably more.

even his stupid childlike obsession with gummy snacks made john’s stomach flip, and not in a disgusted way. john didn’t just want to fuck him, he wanted to hold his hand and kiss his forehead and fall asleep curled around him. he wanted to be domestic and cute and stupid together. 

but he couldn’t. 

part of his job meant sacrificing everything for roger; he needed to be unbiased and not distracted. what would happen if he missed something vital because roger was shirtless? or, could he ever forgive himself if roger were to get hurt under his watch? 

he’d have to end what they had, and soon.

“i need a pick me up. is the la croix not doing it for you? i can make you a coffee,” roger offered, pulling out a nespresso and frothing wand. “cafe con leche?” 

“what the actual fuck,” said john, suddenly taking in his surroundings. “this isn’t a panic room, this is a goddamn bunker, isn’t it? only, instead of guns and shit, you’ve filled it with scooby-do gummies and a keg.” 

roger brightened. “they make scooby-do gummies?” lifting his apple watch to his mouth, he cleared his throat before; “siri, remind me to ask phoebe to buy me scooby-do gummies.” 

john watched in dismay as his watch lit up before repeating: “alright, your majesty, i will remind you to ask phoebe to buy you scooby-do gummies.” 

“why am i in love with you?” 

john had meant for that to be nothing more than a thought, something fleeting that he could later suppress in the middle of the night when no one was around. instead, he said it aloud. like a fucking idiot.

“excuse me?” squeaked roger, eyes wide and bright. “you’re in love with me?” 

not for the first time since meeting roger, john wanted to kill him and then himself. 

“no,” snapped john, turning away and stabbing angrily at the control pad. “i didn’t say that.” 

“you did! you said you love me!”

“no, i loathe you. i loathe you and this stupid panic room, and the fact that you don’t know your own password, and--” 

“you love me!” roger crowed, coming closer.

“dirk!” john bellowed, slamming his fist on the titanium steel door. “dirk, get us out of here!”

“you love me, you want to marry me,” roger sang obnoxiously, pressing the whole length of his body against john. “tell me, deaks, do you write ‘mr. john taylor’ on your notebook? cuz i write mr. roger deacon on mine, and i think it has a nicer ring to it.” 

john had been hired to protect roger, which arguably meant that if anyone got to murder him, it would be him. he said as much.

roger pouted, eyes wide and lips full. “but if you murder me, how can we honeymoon in bali?” 

the sad part was that if john wasn’t so wounded over the fact that roger was mocking him brutally for his feelings, he’d find the look attractive. 

“fuck off,” john snarled, shoving roger back and away from him with far too much force for it to be anything but serious. startled, roger allowed himself to be shoved, collapsing in a heap onto one of the oversized beanbag chairs he unnecessarily had placed in the room. “you think this is funny? huh? you think this is a joke? we’re locked in here and you can’t stop being an asshole for one fucking second! fuck you, roger, fuck you to hell and back, you washed up piece of shit!” 

“deaks--”

“i wish i never took this job! i wish i’d never met you! i wish you knew the fucking password so this nightmare could end, and--” 

“oh-eight-one-nine-nineteen-ninety-one,” said roger in one long breath, staring up at john, stricken. 

john paused, squinting. “what?” 

“the password,” roger repeated. “oh-eight-one-nine-nineteen-ninety-one.” 

“is that my birthday?” asked john after a beat, the wind going out of his sails. “you set your safe-room password to my birthday? wait, you remember it?” 

roger blushed, looking away. “you said it couldn’t be my birthday, but that it had to be something important. something i wouldn’t forget.” 

“....so you chose my birthday?” 

roger shrugged, chewing his lip. “I guess....i guess i might love you too? i mean, i bought you twelve cases of pamplemousse la croix because it’s your favorite drink, and i also got the velveeta mac and cheese because you once said you liked the liquid cheese better than the powder, and i made phoebe teach me how to make cafe con leche because it was all you drank in spain and the south american leg of the tour. also, i might have paid dirk to take the day off so i could accidentally get us locked in the safe-room because i know you feel uncomfortable having sex in the house where anyone could walk in on us.”

john blinked, taken aback.

“but if you want to go,” sighed roger. “that’s okay.”

“oh,” said john. then, “studies show that then package the powdered cheese comes in contains phthalate which can lower your body’s production of testosterone.” 

“that’s what you took away from that?” roger all but screeched. “I just told you i loved you and you’re talking about mac and cheese?”

“you started it!” 

“i take it back, get out of my safe room!”

“no!” shouted john. “you locked me in here! i’m staying-- take off your pants!” 

“okay,” said roger, complying. “but we’re gonna talk about this after i blow you.” 

“fine!” shouted john.

on second thought, maybe it wasn’t such a terrible job, after all. 

[marinette-sky]

Incantation of the Heart

A/N: Hey guys! Its been awhile since I have posted any sort of writing or fanfiction here! I finally finished the first part to this ML magic au, and man let me tell you...this took forEVER! I got stuck on writing about clothing! Can you believe it?? But yeah, hope yall enjoy this!  (also, my ao3 is pamplemousses so check me out if you like what you read <3)

Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a village mage who had made a comfortable life with her magic shop, ‘Ladybug’s Spells and Potions’. However, her fairly repetitive life was thrown into a tumult when Adrien Agreste, also known as Adrien the Enchanter, abruptly settled in her village one sunny morning. 

And he just so happened to be her new neighbor and rival vendor. 

Now, Marinette was never very fond of change, but by the will of the gods if she was not overwhelmingly enamored with this one. 

Word Count: 3,519

Rating: M (well, right now, its a cool T/G rating, but future content will be M)

Marinette had been tending to her garden that sun-drenched afternoon when the Change occurred.

The entire day leading up to that exact moment in time had been pleasantly uniform---which is how she preferred it to be. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had woken up promptly before sunrise to prepare various brews and elixirs for impending customers, which took her exactly until the first rays of light seeped through the cottage windows. After a minimalistic breakfast of rosemary tea and blackberry scones, the mage busied herself with dusting the wall of grimoires taking up residence on one side of the shop.

As soon as that was done, she took to the task of arranging the herbs she laid out the night before into their designated parcels to place neatly in the vacant spots of their shelves. When she finally settled behind the shop counter, steady streams of clients were waiting for her.

Not to say that there was not the occasional hiccup in her otherwise repetitive lifestyle, because there definitely were. Still, this bump in her day-to-day schedule was of no ordinary caliber. Oh, no.

The change just so happened to be Adrien Agreste, notoriously known as Adrien the Enchanter.

And he just so happened to be her new neighbor and rival vendor.

Now, Marinette was never very fond of change, but by the will of the gods if she was not overwhelmingly enamored with this one.

Adrien stood across the gravel road in front of the now-sold establishment, surrounded by moving crates and helpers. Although it was a fairly warm fall day, he looked sophisticated in a cinched black waistcoat and tightly-fitted slacks, his white button-up rolled above his elbows. His hair stopped midway down his neck, and the way the sun caught on his honey-blonde locks made out as if he were wearing a halo.

Even from afar, and only viewing the back of his being, Adrien was evidently well-built like the gods harvested him from the Garden with the perfect bolline. It felt as if she was gazing upon the male incarnation of Aphrodite and his crown of falling stars.

And if she stared too long, Marinette knew the god before her would turn around and reveal his true, glittering form and steal her vision away.

Suddenly breathless at her own spinning thoughts, Marinette ripped her gaze away from the male and instead focused on the bolline she had been previously putting to use by digging little pockets in the dirt for her wolfsbane seeds. Wolfsbane only germinates in riposte to fresh snowmelt, which is why it’s best to plant them in the early fall so that when winter comes they will have had long enough to ruminate. The budding herb was particularly popular with her customers for its antidotal effects on many poisons and the curse of lycanthropy. Because the seed placement is such a tedious process, it is crucial for Marinette to pay special attention when she sows them.

She would simply have to introduce herself later.

Determined, the mage worked fervently to finish the task she had started, trying her hardest not to think about Adrien. Minutes passed fairly quickly when she got into the groove of things and a good half hour went by before the last seed was bedded and sprinkled with specially iced water. Marinette beamed with pride at her handiwork, settling back on her knees to admire the yard. On each side of the stone path that lead directly to the shop entrance lay her numerous gardening plots that extended until the divider from the shop next-door stopped them. Every plot was nicely aligned and labeled so that customers could peruse for specific ingredients with little difficulty.

Sighing in content, Marinette let her stare wander across the way where all the excitement had been earlier. All the moving crates had disappeared from the street and the helpers were nowhere to be seen. In fact, only Adrien himself remained…and was he looking at her?

With a jolt, she realized he was indeed peering at her with an expression she could not pin down from a distance. Like a firefly in a mason jar, she panicked and considered her possible routes of escape.

Alas, too little too late.

Now he was waving good naturedly at her, flashing a charming smile that could make any glacier melt from its warmth. Marinette refrained from swooning.

Now he was walking (or rather, striding) over the gravel road to greet her from where she was kneeled in her garden. Why couldn’t he have caught her in something more appealing than a dirty pinafore?

And now he was standing a breaths-width away from her, shadowed by the sun and hand extended for her to take graciously. Marinette could scarcely move for a few dizzying moments before coming to her senses and accepting his out-stretched appendage.  

“T-Thank you.” Marinette managed to mumble, hyper aware of how firm and balmy his grasp was. Though they had only just met, he was squeezing her hand like they were long-time friends.

Adrien just nodded courteously and revealed another blinding smile.

“Think nothing of it! I’m Adrien Agreste, the new charms merchant around here. Despite what the name of my shop says, I can assure you that it is only a sobriquet.” Marinette spared a glance to the sign above his shop, which read ‘Chat Noir’s Charms and Hexes’. The names itself piqued curiosity in the mage, but she decided to hold her tongue until they got introductions out of the way.

Besides being popular for the title Adrien the Enchanter and his skills, he was also quite known for being a restless spirit. Adrien moved from village to village, opening up shops under different names and leaving under no discernable circumstances. His father, Gabriel Agreste, was an extremely gifted warlock in the occult world with very deep pockets; it was assumed that’s where he got the resources and funding to hop from place to place with no debts to pay.

“O-Oh, uh, I already know who you are, since you’re kind of well-known in the occult world…” Marinette cringed at the comment and cleared her throat. “A-Anyways, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I’m the owner of ‘Ladybug’s Spells and Potions’.” She gestured vaguely to their surroundings, smiling to soothe the stiffness of her manner.  

“Lovely to be in your company, Marinette.” Adrien replied without missing a beat, much to her relief. He let the pleasantries hang in the air between them as he took a moment to look around. His eyes seemed to sparkle when he restored eye contact with her again. It made her heart skitter in her chest.

“Are you a witch, by chance?” He suddenly burst, leaning forward ever so slightly. This made Marinette grimace and look away.

The pedestal she had put Adrien on shrunk.

Witch.

The very term was borne from the slew of bad apples that plagued their history as magic users, as mages. To her kind, ‘witch’ intoned to the forbidden practice of dark arts and blood rituals as a way of getting tasks or jobs done. Although she had delved little interest in the history, to dabble in forsaken magic was implicit to entering Lucifer’s den. Once a mage sought out the Devils’ shadow magic, the natural power coursing through their veins became irreversibly tainted, much like a poison apple.  

But, as the old proverb proves, ‘one bad apple spoils the barrel’.

During the dark ages, witchery became popular and numerous covens were formed, forever tarnishing their kins’ reputation. Hell, Marinette had ancestors that were active participants and leaders of these covens. Disturbingly, Marinette had heard hushed whispers from her own parents about her grandmother being a savant in witchery—

She did not wish to further ponder the matter.

Marinette let out a tired sigh.

“Adrien, I know you did not mean any harm by it, but please do not refer to me as ‘witch’. I’m a mage.” She informed him seriously, and then added, “Actually, around here, I’m referred to as Marinette the Mage.”

Upon hearing this, Adrien’s face crumpled like dead leaves in the autumn breeze, smile drooping to an ashamed frown. What little skin he was showing paled, and color rushed to his cheeks.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, and on our very first meeting!” He hurried to amend his mistake, holding up his hands apologetically. “Please don’t think badly of me, it was my mistake!”

Adrien was so distressed that Marinette felt a twinge of regret in her heart. Just a twinge, though.

“It’s, uh, quite alright Adrien. Really, you didn’t know.” She soothed awkwardly, combing her hands through one of her pig-tails to keep her fidget-y hands busy.

“Are you sure? I just grew so excited; it has been far too long since I have made the acquaintance of someone of your kin.” Adrien gave her a nervous stare, lips parting as he leaned inwards. “As you know, magic users have become less and less of a common phenomenon from the lack of…breeding.”

Oh, gods.  

Momentarily strung by this, she mutely nodded.

He wasn’t wrong, seeing as many magic users become so caught up in their own powers they essentially wither into ill-socialized hermits, refusing to marry in fear of having to pass on any of their hoarded knowledge of magic to a heir.

“Y-Yes, I’m just surprised you forgot calling someone like me a ‘witch’ was offensive.” She giggled in good humor to assuage his discomfort. “Ah, perchance could be you’re too—”

Marinette caught herself before she could finish with ‘sheltered’. Gods, that was close. She would rather be stripped of her powers than ever say something so bold to his face, and in such a casually brazen manner too.

Adrien, jumping at the distraction, slanted his eyes curiously at her. A small smile dangled from his lips, but it was vastly different from the polite one he wore when he first greeted her. He couldn’t know, right? Marinette felt very warm all of a sudden.

“Too what?” Adrien asked coyly, cocking his head to the side in the most natural way possible. He gazed at her from beneath his eye lashes, batting them innocently.

Marinette had a sinking feeling that he knew what she alluded to.

Could enchanters gift themselves the power of telepathy?

Oh, gods, she was finished.  

“N-Nothing, forget it! I should probably take my leave, midday rush is about to start.” Her face flamed despite the chilly wind that gusted against them with impressive bravado. Adrien let out a short, harmonious laugh that Marinette knew would ring in her head the rest of the day.

“On that note, I should get back to my shop. I promised an old friend he could visit, maybe you know him?”

“Oh? Mayhap I do.” Marinette amiably replied, glancing at the sundial that lay nearby. They were really cutting it close.

Then again, Adrien Agreste was worth the fuss.

Adrien grinned devilishly. “Well, I guess I’ll have to invite you over next time he visits for you to find out. Bring a friend, too. I would love to get to know you more...”

He half turned away, and breathed her name like it was the most charming thing to have uttered at that moment, “…Marinette.”

And with that Adrien whisked himself from her sight like magic, leaving Marinette in a state of utter and total disarray.

No wonder he donned the title Adrien the Enchanter, because he had already cast an enchantment on her heart.

 Two weeks puttered by without incident and the Autumnal Equinox was almost upon Yoke Elm Village, much to the excitement of Marinette. The autumnal equinox was essentially the first day of fall, which was a big deal to the supernatural and superstitious residents of the village. To celebrate the ushering of a new season, a festival was being held in the town square that evening.

“Alya, hand me another bowl, I’m about finished with this one.” Marinette said as she grinded her incense mix of marigold, passionflower, and fern into the mortar. This was the last batch of ceremonial incense she needed to complete before they could pack all the sets onto her cart to sell before the festival began at sundown. Marinette had been handpicked to be a vendor for the special occasion, having been given the honor to make the traditional incense that would lighted for the sacred ritual that evening.

Unfortunately, Adrien had also been chosen to contribute to the festive event, being given the task of supplying harvest charms to all the farmers and horticulturists as part of the ritual.

In those two weeks of preparation for the event, both Marinette and Adrien had not seen hide or tail of each other (except for their run-in at their local sundry market, which is how they found out why the other had been so preoccupied).

It frustrated Marinette to no end.

It also frustrated Marinette to know that her close circle of friends was getting to know Adrien better during this time period without her.

Though, that was all by chance, of course.

Marinette met with Alya that same day and chattered happily about her intense infatuation with Adrien Agreste. Alya, excited and mystified by her best friend’s abrupt obsession with Adrien, hung onto to every detail. In fact, Alya went out of her way to meet Adrien after their talk. She caught him right as he was about to leave for a rendezvous with an “old pal from his adolescent years”, who turned out to be Alya’s boyfriend of two years running, Nino Lahiffe.

They all got along splendidly, from Alya’s recounting of their outings.

Pushing the thoughts from her head, the female sighed deeply and held out her hand for the next bowl.

“Mari, there are no more bowls to hand you.” Alya waved to the empty counter before them, “We’re done.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at her friend’s plural suggestion.

“Pardon me, I mean you’re done.” Alya tossed her auburn hair behind her shoulder dramatically and carefully pushed off of the bench they were both occupying to avoid snagging her cape.

Alya had already donned her festival wear before venturing to Marinette’s cottage. She fronted a shimmery tan cape gown and a long, thin black cape tied around her shoulders. The tan fabric was layered with black lace from neck to floor, a small slit going up each side of the dress. A black corset belt sat snugly at her waistline, nearly hidden from view by the smooth tulle cloak that encased her figure. To top it all off, Alya had chosen to wear elbow-length gloves that matched indiscriminately with the corset belt.

Needless to say, she was alluring enough to earn the blessing of any grove faerie and harvest god that gazed upon her that evening.

“That’s what I thought.” Marinette let out an entertained laugh as she stood up to remove her work apron, feeling accomplished and relieved that the hard part of her work was done. All she had to do now was transfer all the incense to her cart and book it down to the festival.

Marinette and Alya quickly gathered up all the incense in their baskets and exited the mage’s work shed, which was located behind her shop. The work shed was usually where Marinette tinkered with her magic; inside, she had a work bench, a mixing cauldron, and a three tier shelf that contained all her most prized and precious spellbooks. Additionally, it was where she stored her market stall cart, but that had already been prepped with decorations and moved to the foyer of her home.

The duo entered the shop through the back entrance and hastily loaded all the incense onto the cart. With Alya’s help, the task was finished with plenty of time to spare. While Marinette was busy re-adjusting a frilly bow tied to the bar of the dolly, Alya pounced on her with unexpected vigor.

“What in the--” Marinette yelped, finding herself being steered by strong arms.

“Marinette, we need to get you ready!” Alya cooed as she forced her away from the foyer and towards the stairway on the other side of the shop. “You want to look good for your darling Adrien, right?”

“Erm, well—I wouldn’t call him that, but yes—,” The mage stuttered, affronted by the affectionate nickname.

“That’s what I assumed. Now, cease your henpecking ‘round the incense and go get dressed!” Alya did an impression of a crotchety woman, which caused Marinette to giggle. Alya took this as an opportunity spin her in the direction of her room, successfully tearing her away from the cart.

When the mage began to protest more, she winked playfully, revealing the coal powder dusted on her eyelids, “I’ll look after everything else while you’re away!”

“But—”

“No arguing! Come, come!”

Marinette pursed her lips in resignation as she was hustled up the stairs, the sudden activity causing the picture frames on the wall to tremble as they passed. Thankfully, none of the frames tumbled from their perches by the time Marinette reached the threshold of her bedroom, which was a wooden trapdoor embedded in the ceiling. Magical sigmas had been carved all around the frame of the door, meant to ward off any evil spirits and ill-intending creatures that bumped in the night while Marinette was slumbering.

At least, that was what Marinette told people.

She smiled to herself at the thought as she vanished into the ceiling, the trapdoor rattling as it sunk back into the frame.

 Less than half and hour went by before Marinette finally emerged from her chambers, taking great care not to snag her dress on any of the splintered wood railing as she descended the steps to her foyer. Once she reached the bottom, she practically flew into the adjoining room where Alya was, eager to show off her newest hand-crafted creation.

Alya looked her up and down, whistling appreciatively.

Marinette had decided to match the theme of her gown to the theme of the festival, hence her look being less revealing and more accurate to the history of the event. She had taken an A-line chemise and sewn it to a black, calf-length skirt to establish the dress silhouette. After a bit of needle magic, she turned the skirt into jumpskirt and proceeded to add tulle underneath the body of the gown to fluff it up (for extra measure, she added a silk lining under the tulle to keep it uniform). Marinette then embroidered an elaborate pattern of falling leaves onto the skirt, using magic thread to make the leaves change colors periodically. For the chemise top, she spelled the plain white color to shimmer under moonlight and made the shoulder-sleeves sheer. She also sewed a strip of lacy ruffles along the front buttons and along the collar, making the color outline of the ruffles a gradient of reds, oranges, greens, and browns. As a final touch, Marinette donned an underbust corset to complete the look. In addition, she wore black stockings and lace-up boots.

“What do you think? This one took me ages to finish, even with a bit of magic.” Marinette did a little twirl, lifting the skirt up in a mock curtsy. This made Alya giggle.

“It looks incredible! You look incredible! I just know Adrien will think so, too.” Alya circled Marinette, absently caressing the dress fabric in admiration. It really was an intricate gown, with all the patterns and magic done on fabric.

They both chatted excitedly about the dress for a minute or two more before deciding it was time to leave for the festival. Marinette and Alya hustled the cart out of the cottage door with little difficulty, although there was a bit of a fuss when Alya stubbed her toe on a cobblestone and cursed loud enough for passing festival-goers to throw them annoyed glances. Nonetheless, they both pushed the cart out onto the main road and began their trek towards the townsquare.

Before Marinette could completely leave, she remembered she had not closed up the shop. She rushed back to the cottage, telling Alya to continue on without her. Once she was well up the road and out of earshot, Marinette ducked herself back inside and called out to the shadows.

“Tikki! You can come out now, we have to go!”

A red blur darted out from the stairs and zipped right into her awaiting palm. Tikki yawned and stretched out her arm-like appendages, smiling sweetly up at her as Marinette tucked her into the pocket of the gown. As she was leaving, she swiped the black cloak hanging on the coat hook by the door. It had little embroidered ladybugs lining the edges of the cape and hood, as well as a gold clasp. The mage donned the cloak and swept outside, locking the door as she went.

Marinette fumbled in the midst of her rush to meet Alya, her mind on the weight in her pocket.

Ah, yes. Tikki was a secret she would take to the grave.

[marinelp]

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“Pamplemousse au Poivre” Created by H. Joseph Ehrmann,

2 oz mezcal 1 oz Giffard Pamplemousse Rose (pink grapefruit) liqueur .5 oz Marie Brizard Poivre de Sichuan (Sichuan pepper) liqueur .5 oz lemon juice 1 dash grapefruit bitters

Combine ingredients in a shaker and shake with ice, then strain into a coupe. Garnish rim with grapefruit peel cone filled with pink peppercorns.

Photo Credit: Allison Webber