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caltropspress · 6 months ago

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DISPATCHES FROM 2ND ST. STUDIOS: Fatboi Sharif & DRIVEBY in session

I went to DRIVEBY’s apartment in Jersey City because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of documenting musical exxxprrrimentation, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I knew witnessing Fatboi Sharif in the studio would be morbidly rewarding—I felt it in my critik’s skull-and-crossbones (memento mori, pirate flag, poison pictogram). It was New Year’s Day in the year of our Lord Have Mercy 2024, and I had to pull myself away from a tree documentary that had, sadly, begun to disappoint. I had opened a stocking-stuffed box of Goobers and was reluctant when Sharif sent the invitational text. I had settled in for the night. But it was my idea to watch the man work his black magikal esoterika hammer-don’t-hurt-them-witches recording session, so I’d be a real punk to rebuff the offer. I got into the Toyota and headed down Route 3 toward Jersey City. I was on the 1&9 in no time—the truest highway to hell, if one ever existed. Ate de Jong could never scout such a location. AC/DC roadside appliance wasteland. Potholes pave the way, but in a De Nah Soul manner. I finished eating the Goobers in the car, by the palmful, and lost one to an erratic lane merge. I motherfucked and shitted at the thought of a chocolate stain on my upholstered driver’s seat, or worse, the seat of my pants. My dad delivered Blimpie’s for thirty-plus years in Jersey City, long before it became Brooklyn-of-the-West, so I know parking spots there are at a never-dream-of-’em premium. I parked several blocks away from DRIVEBY’s studio and cloven-hoofed it while huffing brick air. Texted from outside, but Sharif was already ushering me through a wrought-iron gate (suitable for guttings and impalements) and into the basement apartment: DRIVEBY’s 2nd St. Studios. That gate was like an entrance into a secret garden—overblown and overflowin’ with a riot of root rot, weeds, and (of course) crumbling-but-still-grumbling gargoyles, most with the medieval motif of mooning jutting out from the church buttresses. DRIVEBY’s had a William Shatner’s TekWorld comic next to his speaker. Dusty keyboards lined the floor. Sega Genesis cartridges, a Sharp boombox, and the requisite vinyl collection on bowing crates completed the scene. The space stored antiquated and dead media—ghost machines humming and haunting.

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Sharif told me he’d be recording some tracks for his upcoming album with Blockhead, something for Bigg Jus, and several features. When I arrived, he was in the middle of recording one of the Blockhead tracks. The mic and the iso shield were directly inside the door of the apartment, and I sat on the couch to the left of that. Sharif would be spitting at me, beyond me, as he did his thing—an intimate setting, to say the very least. Beans of Antipop Consortium sat on this same cushion months earlier, I thought. They recorded “Sex With the Leopard Print Lady” here. While I pondered the legacy of stylist berzerkers of past and present, Key & Peele played on the television in front of me. I wanted to make myself scarce, invisible as possible, Brundlefly-on-the-wall, non-participatory, so I watched the “Laron Can’t Laugh” sketch on mute and registered how Laron’s noiseless convulsions and eventual shriek expertly pantomimed Sharif’s vocals. These layers of silence allowed me to hear some of what Sharif was spewing forth and commit it to memory. He spoke of avenging the death of Candyman. The words loom like Tony Todd—tall as a ponderosa pine in a Cabrini-Green courtyard. Caroline crossed eyelids…90 degree pressure… Closing in on 400 degreez, but we’re talking below zero. The winter of our disconnected selves. Sharif tells DRIVEBY he wants his voice to sound “fucked up.” He’s snorting, super sinusy. He wants to cultivate a specific sound—it coats the inner concavities of his skull. He just needs to externalize it into a self-portrait in a convex DAW interface. “The soul establishes itself,” John Ashbery writes. Sharif is shoeless, I should add. He’s black socked as he cuts the song’s first of three adlib tracks. The first is completely muddled, barely audible—a grumbly grumble grumb. The second is a helium-huffed high pitch mania. The third, a yell—“the banshee,” as DRIVEBY calls it. Sharif slackens the headphone wires and walks across the room. He does “the banshee” from as great a distance as possible. You’ve no doubt heard the banshee adlib track before (B.A.T. for short, as in, the hematophagic vampire bat). If you’ve heard a Fatboi Sharif recording, you’ve likely heard a hotly desperate and deranged voice coming from the depths of a hellmouth—sinners swallowed and still writhing, quasi-alive, anticipating rigor mortis. DRIVEBY captures the natural reverb. Sharif asks him to put distortion and echo on the last word of the verse.

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Fatboi Sharif was reading lyrics off his phone, but by then he was Loosifa loose—engaging me, inviting me to dialogue, reveling in the job. His feet are light and nimble, like McCarthy’s Judge. He says that he will never die. And, you bet, he dances in light and in shadow. He’s a craftsman and possesses an engineer’s ear, an ant-infested and severed one he probably plucked from a manicured lawn in Scotch Plains, NJ, Jeffrey Beaumont style. For the second verse of the song, he makes an alteration and decides to end the verse earlier than he had written it, stopping at the phrase “role model” because he likes the “swing of it.” Okay, Nuke Hellington. I see you, Benny Badman. A natural performer, the recording session reflects both technical know-how and impassioned delivery. He doesn’t quite lose himself as he does on the stage (or the audience floor where he so often ends up), but he’s unequivocally locked in, as he kids say. Locked in a room with padded walls, more apropos. On the next, he requires a seemingly endless run of retakes. I begin to wonder if my presence is a burden, a distraction. But the session keeps its devil-may-care air intact. Still, Sharif has a sonic vision he yearns to achieve. He won’t settle for less. He eventually gets the take he desires and tells DRIVEBY he’s gonna do three adlibs. These two men work in harmony to develop their songs of disharmony. They’ve been boys, and so that keeps the chemistry alchemical for the duration. Open and honest, DRIVEBY tells Sharif that three tracks of adlibs is “too many.” FUCK THAT! Sharif shouts at him. Sharif wants the adlibs to sound beneath everything—six-feet deep, or “buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways” (unexpressed emotions, that is), as Freud or a Freud-fraud once wrote. Sharif wants echoes. He wants to sound like he’s a signal coming in and out of the radio as you drive through the night. These are the requests he makes, delicately selected from his mental doom board as DRIVEBY adjusts the mix, adds effects. “Do you do a lot of vocal mixing on the spot?” I ask. Sharif shakes his head, points to DRIVEBY slumped over his computer monitor, clicking and dragging, random access memory maybe lagging: “He’s on his Bob Power shit.” Listening to the playback, Sharif tells me he wants to be like Joker in the children’s hospital scene. What kinda clown carries a fuckin’ gun?! I’m waiting for the next Sharif release, crossing my fingers into an arthritic mass of flesh and bone in hopes of his cover of “If You’re Happy and You Know It” appearing on the tracklist.

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DRIVEBY puts Joker on the TV. It’s the bus scene; he can’t stop laughing. He hands a fellow passenger his card: Forgive my Laughter: I have a Condition. Sharif still sleeps to beats. He’s told this story numerous times to various media outlets, and so it’s beginning to take on the tone of lore. But it’s not. Even wilder, he’s not listening on headphones as he sleeps; he blasts the beats on speakers. Sharif prefers to record late, well into the wee hours of morning. DRIVEBY’s couch often becomes Sharif’s bed. “He’ll have the same beat on for five hours,” DRIVEBY explains. He’ll be in his bedroom, unable to sleep. Sharif grins and tells me, “That’s when I’m in the mindfuck.” Sharif reapproaches the mic. Another Blockhead track. “He told me he made this one especially for me,” Sharif says. The beat sounds like a Gregorian chant in a cavern. Beware of the Shroom Monster. Sharif has managed to amass an intimidating number of releases over the past several years while not indulging us to excess. He’s conservative with his run-times. Clocks ain’t shit to him. Many of his projects are EP-length, but categorizing them in any terms would seem to discredit his ingenuity. As the session unofficially ends and we settle into more casual conversation, Sharif implores DRIVEBY to play selections from their unreleased album, currently on ice like a corpse. I listen and hear of an exorcism of Antoinette, of Elvira and death resurrections, of Basquiat painting in Transylvania, crossroads, and plosive sonic samples from The Pagemaster—a film I have absolutely no recollection of but DRIVEBY speaks almost as highly of as his Fantastic Damage instrumental CD-R. OneShotOnce shows up, presumably for a session, but not before he and Sharif pillage DRIVEBY’s fridge. They feast on cold chicken while I gather myself to leave.

Images: Astronomical table detail from the Almanach Purpetuum of Abraham Zacuto (c. 1500)

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mephilver · 7 months ago

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man i sure could go for a dessert platter with tiramisu and cheesecake (regular and raspberry) and cannoli (extra pistachio) and baklava and pecan pie and nana puddin and peach cobbler and chocolate covered rasins and shortbread cookies with a lemon glaze and double peanutbutter brownies with peanut chunks and a hazelnut latte and mango lassi and pave de abacaxi and flan and rich vanilla gelato with strawberry jam and a REAL red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting and core and crumbly coffee cake and carrot cake and a simple trashy vanilla milkshake with a cheap lumpy maraschino cherry on top and a few shirley temples and an arnold palmer and a chocolate chip cookie

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goldenheartgirl1 · 2 years ago

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Ch.2- Wolf’s Pride (TWST Mafia AU)

-Disclaimer: Yes I know people might say “this isn’t the mafia” but this chapter is connected to a larger series, so please read chapter 1 first.

“You be safe Jack, and tell Kala I said hi!”

“I won’t mom, I’ll be fine.”

After a brief goodbye kiss and the closing of the door, Jack turned and took a breath before heading off towards the heart of the city. Yes, it was Sunday, but when the student was not at school he was working to help provide for his family. Tucking his white shirt into his dark wash pants the young man took quick strides towards the city he’s grown to loathe, even though his parents tell him it’s a place of opportunity he knows that just isn’t how this place worked. Most people from outside the city of Nirvana’s Steel share the idea that this city is the place to get rich and well known, while that’s not wrong it was only true to those that knew your name or getting lucky with careers. Jack’s parents had a job opportunity that was too good to turn down but here they were in the Afterglow district, home to the most populated area of housing and gangs that were effectively pushed out of the city. His family was not poor, they chose this area because it was closer to the schools and away from the noise of the city and other concerns, but sometimes this neighborhood put Jack on edge.

The tall, tan skinned man was intimidating enough to keep most gang members away, but he was tasked with taking his younger brother and sister to the bus stop to ensure their safety. Not that he minded but his home was not good enough for them, the SavanaClaw gang constantly walked around and were always getting the police involved in the area. Jack would do anything to keep his family safe and by some luck he has yet to throw a punch at anyone that threatened their safety. The small cul-de-sacs were mixed in with older houses and while Jack would not call Afterglow a “ghetto territory,” it certainly was not free from drugs, gangs, and graffiti. However, the Afterglow district did have its charms such as local parks and local family shops that were not under the thumb of corporate overlords. The morning was already climbing in temperature and contained the peaceful sounds of silence and occasionally a car driving on the road, some grasses greener than others and others sparkling with water from the sprinklers, and even a few kids were out playing in the yard with families. Jack soaked in every bit of this peaceful morning as he did every morning, because once 10 AM hit then all the gangs and business would start rolling in.

“Morning Jack!” His boss called out from the front of the floral shop. She was an older woman with a similar outfit to his but was wearing a green apron as well, she flipped the sign on the glass door and smiled at him. “How are you this morning dear?”

“I’m doing good Miss Kala, did the delivery truck already get here?”

“Oh yes, there is some new bags of fertilizer in the back, would you be able to-”

She didn’t even finish before he was already marching to the back and effortlessly lifting a large bag onto his shoulder and carrying it to the fertilizer section. Kala only chuckled and brushed some of her graying brown locks back and walked to the garden accessories to organize them. The shop was not huge but it did have a pretty good selection for those with green thumbs in the neighborhood, and this place got plenty of business from regular customers in the city as well. Jack finished piling up the bags before heading to the plants with a hose and started watering them, looking out the window for a moment he stared at the billboard outside the shop with the words “Coming soon! New housing!” and growled under his breath. All the big companies want to do is push this district out to make a new one, destroying local businesses and pave the parks over in concrete.

“Jack.” His golden eyes blinked, hearing Kala right next to him, looking at the smaller woman’s warm chocolate eyes that were filled with compassion and kindness. “Glaring at the board won’t make it go away.”

“I’m sorry Kala..I just worry what this development will do to this area.”

“You can’t stop progression my dear, it’s human nature. Unfortunately, the need to expand urban living is also harmful.”

“Why can’t we make a petition?”

“I have tried to in the past but big businesses don’t listen.” Kala explained and started spritzing the plants with nutrients. “The only way you can protect land like this is if there was a memorial park or a location of great historical purpose. Jack, you’re a good man with a big heart, but try not to get caught up in the things you can’t change.”

Jack released a sigh to destress the tension in his mind, commenting softly. “I know, I’m more worried about the SavanaClaw gang right now anyways, there has been a lot more police coming by and I’m certain the punks running around are just slipping out of their grasp.”

“Easy now, they may seem like punks but the SavanaClaw gang is filled with boys of young and older who love this community. They seek family or friends and end up in those gangs, but that does not mean they are all hooligans.”

When the bell at the door rang Kala walked over to greet the customer while Jack continued to water the plants. His eyes looked over the table of colorful petals and smiled a bit, this place always made him feel so relaxed and Kala was a great boss who was easy with his scheduling, and out of all the plants his favorite ones to tend to were the cacti. They were strong and yet delicate plants that just needed plenty of water and sunlight to survive. As the day rolled on customers came and left at a casual pace, by the time it was three in the afternoon Kala had told Jack he could leave for the day. Kids were playing outside and some teen groups were walking or smoking on the corners of the sidewalks, it was far noisier in the afternoon and night was always filled with chaos so he tried to not go out after dark. The summer sun burned into his skin but Jack paid no mind to it, he just wanted to get home and play with his siblings before dinner.

However, passing a development area made Jack slow down, it was a construction area of abandoned buildings covered in graffiti and was a common area for teens to hang out, but after years of falling apart it appeared someone finally purchased it. The sign on the gate detailed how it was going to become townhouses, to which only made the man shake his head in disappointment. Why couldn’t the companies fix the houses here instead of making more? Around the area were some vehicles, excavators, demolition cranes, all surrounding this crumbling building just waiting to be used. Jack was about to start walking again when he noticed three figures on the other side of the blocked off area climbing over the fence, their faces were not easy to identify with them wearing hoods and caps but they were dressed in rugged and dirty clothes so the silver haired man just ignored them. Barely two steps forward and the golden brown eyes just would not look away from the three figures, who were now heading to the demolition crane and one climbed onto the seat. Jack is not one to stick around when trouble was obvious but seeing the group getting into a powerful machine set him on edge, he quickly took out his phone and began calling for the police when he heard a shout. Two of the three men started running in his direction and Jack quickly ran down the street, being much more athletically inclined though he outran them in a matter of seconds and turned the block to loop back around.

The dispatcher finally answered and to which Jack immediately said while not breaking a sweat. “Hello? I’m in Afterglow district, there are a few guys trying to use the demolition crane at the abandoned building.”

“Sir, are you sure they are not just kids messing around?”

“Considering two of them chased me as soon as they saw me, that’s unlikely.” Jack replied and slowed down to hide behind the corner of a building and glanced back to see if the two were still following him. “They have their faces hidden too.”

“Alright, please stay on the line and in the location you’re calling from-”

A rattling and roaring sound rang out from the demolition area, Jack’s eyes widened in shock as he looked over to the crane and the third person still left there actually got the thing started. Diesel smoke clouded and evaporated into the air as the person working it lifted the weighted ball on the crane, a second later the entire machine jerked forward and the driver jolted a bit before making it drive forward a little further, as if testing the machine to see what each lever can do. Jack couldn’t believe it, it had only been four minutes since he started making the call and the person didn’t look to have keys, did the thug really hot wire it that fast?

“I have to go, the punk is trying to drive it!”

“Sir don’t-”

Jack hung up and ran to the fence, climbing over it and running to the large vehicle as the ball was suddenly dropped on top of the excavator and the driver cackled loudly in his seat. Thankfully the crane was so slow because just as the ball was being lifted up again, Jack jumped onto the side and grabbed the person by the shoulder before ripping him out of the seat. Below the controls a bunch of wires hung loose and some taped together with electrical tape, his powerful hand reached down and ripped the wires apart from each other and the crane immediately shut down, but just as Jack turned to yell at the guy the person was already climbing the fence. Jack growled again and gave chase, climbing over and keeping his eyes trained on the hooded guy as he ran down the sidewalk. Jack was about to grab him again but the smaller body made a sharp turn into the street, nearly making the muscular man trip, and a car honked loudly as the agile person slid over the hood not even stopping for a second.

“What the heck?” Jack snarled and ran after him, chasing him down an alley between houses and two trash cans were knocked back to try and slow him down, which Jack was able to jump over with no problem.

Once he exited the alley his keen eyes scanned around for the person but no luck, he let out another growl and was near to cursing when a voice above him taunted. “Wow! You just don’t give up do you?”

Golden eyes looked up at the figure lounging on the roof of one of the houses, laying casually on his side and fiddling with a roll of electrical tape in his hands. A cocky grin accompanied by relaxed cerulean blue eyes, ruffled sandy colored hair and a bandage covering his left cheek, the black hood of his tattered hoodie was pulled back to show his face obviously to really try on Jack’s patience. The punk on the roof wore baggy black pants and Jack could see an orange shirt with black writing saying “Laugh with me!” in the middle where the hoodie was unzipped, a pair of black fingerless bike gloves, his shoes were combat boots that was probably the newest and most expensive thing on the guy. Although the person looked small he didn’t look younger than Jack, finally he pulled a necklace off his neck that was a simple rope with a claw dangling from the center.

“Do you know what this is, muscles?”

“A necklace, get down here right now!”

The grin grew wider, showing off his pearl white teeth which contrasted to his limestone colored skin, he began to lazily stand and strut across the shingles. “No I don’t think I will.. You really don’t know what this necklace means? Shame, I guess it’s true what they say about guys who are all muscles.”

Jack glared now and looked for a way to get up but he couldn’t see how the guy got up there in the first place. “I don’t care, look you’re in huge trouble for what you did!”

“I know, that’s part of the fun! Shyeheehee!” The other cackled again, covering his mouth a bit before adding on. “But come on, the police can’t catch me. SavanaClaw is also not far away.”

“SavanaClaw? Wait, you’re a gang member?”

“Ring-a-ding-ding! Looks like muscles isn’t completely brain dead. You know, you are impeding my job though, I’m trying to stop the development.”

For some reason, Jack relaxed as he watched the guy walking around on the roof carelessly, his eyes lit up with surprise. “You were..stopping the production? But that’s reckless! You could have been hurt!”

“I know it’s a tough job, but I’m the only one to do it. And now because you decided to be a whistle-blower I’ll have to wait until really late! So thanks for doubling my work load.” He scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Why not just petition or something?”

“Talk is cheap with police, especially the Union mafia pricks and those card loving bitches at the Casino.”

“Mafia? Casino? What the heck does that have to do with anything?!”

A sigh left the guy as he shook his head. “Am I really gonna have to explain this? Look man, those guys practically rule the city, they promote the construction, and our gang has to tear down that hope of tearing up our neighborhood! Think of us like vigilantes trying to protect the local businesses and our homes. You know, “I scratch your back and you scratch mine,” that kind of thing.”

Jack thought about his words, it did make sense and it was nice to hear others thought the same as him when it came to the development. “Yeah..it’s bullshit. I wish the city could just leave our district alone, I mean it doesn’t help that bad stuff like drugs get over here just because people are looking for a dose of pleasure from their circumstances.”

The cerulean eyes narrowed a bit before the blonde sat back down and asked. “What’s your name?”

Golden brown eyes met the blonde as he replied politely. “Jack Howl, and you?”

Lips pursed for a moment before that grin came back and the other replied. “Ruggie, you don’t deserve my last name. Yet. How about you come with me and see if you can join the gang?”

“No way! I don’t want to make my family worry, and I don’t want to fall behind in classes. Not to mention if I get arrested it will be on my record.”

“Oh come on, you said it yourself, you want the city to leave us alone. We don’t need every gang member every day, you can just show up when we text or if you can make it. It’s pretty casual for us.”

It was a bad idea, it was a terrible thought, but why was Jack considering it? “I don’t think-”

“You have a choice here.” Ruggie and Jack looked over to three more gang members, two of which were the ones chasing Jack earlier but the third was a new person entirely.

Jack only stared as Ruggie smiled and waved before checking his phone. “Hey Leona! How are you this fine evening-whoa! It’s already five o’clock?”

Leona, the gang leader that stood with a stoic expression, watched Jack carefully, the emerald green eyes analyzing every part of the tall young adult. He wore a dark yellow sleeveless shirt with a black leather vest over it, worn out brown pants, scuffed up black shoes, and around his neck were several necklaces. One necklace was the claw of SavanaClaw, another was a necklace of multi-colored beads, and the last one was a small bird’s skull. There was a long scar going down his left eye and a lion tattoo wrapped around his left arm, his long dark brown hair rested in messy curls and some parts were in small braids. In comparison, Leona was a little shorter than Jack but both had impressively muscular forms, which made the gang leader grumble.

“So, you’re the one who stopped Ruggie huh?”

“Well..yes but-”

“Save it kid, you have two options right now. Either pass an initiation or scram. I have no time for your petty “I want to be a hero” complex.”

The silver haired man glared as he snapped back. “Destroying thousands of thaumarks in equipment is no way to stop the construction! The only way the city will stop is if the land has some value to it.”

“What the hell are you spouting out now?” Leona snarled but Ruggie jumped down with ease from the roof and walked over to him.

“Hold it Leona, the kid might be onto something.” The blonde grinned mischievously and continued. “Obviously it’s not a precious landmark, but~ I think I know someone that can forge documents to make it a landmark.”

Jack wasn’t exactly sure what kind of connections these guys had but it sounded better than the alternative, he watched as Leona’s eyes narrowed and thought to himself. Soon the leader nodded and whispered something to Ruggie, then turned his attention back to Jack and scoffed. “Pacifist. But sneaky. We could use someone with your unsoiled reputation, others trust you, and we could use you. What do you think, kid, want to join us?”

Before anything could be said the sound of police sirens wailed in the distance, making the five of them freeze up, Jack panicked for a moment about potentially being blamed but Leona quickly barked out some orders to “chase the police off” and Ruggie ran to Jack, pulling at the tanned arm to have him follow. Without much thought, Jack followed Leona and Ruggie in a sprint to wherever they were leading him to. They ran past houses, abandoned buildings, running to the outskirts of the housing areas until they reached an old house that was completely overgrown with vines and other plants. Jack never saw this place previously but probably because the road doesn’t reach this particular area and there was no reason to come this way before. Leona soon came to a stop with Ruggie and Jack stayed a few feet behind them but watched as the leader knocked in an odd rhythm, the door opened without a creak and inside many other gang members were drinking and laughing together like one big family.

Ruggie went in and quickly made himself at home while Leona turned and glared at Jack. “If you plan to join us your initiation starts now, having any second thoughts?”

Was this the right choice? What would they ask of him? On one hand they could be ruthless to people, but Jack never recalled them hurting innocent people in the neighborhood. In fact civilians like Kala would stand up for them. This would also be a benefit to protecting his family and home, and they also did just protect his identity from the police. Jack steeled his resolve and gave a nod to Leona, who started walking closer which made the taller one tense up. Leona soon delivered a punch into his jaw, catching Jack off guard and barely giving him time to recover before another hit sent him stumbling back, his grunt of pain made a few gang members step out to watch the show. Before a third fist could collide into Jack, a tanned hand grabbed ahold of Leona’s arm and a growl of anger left Jack as he slammed Leona into the dirt. A few shocked gasps rang in the crowd and Jack wondered if maybe he went too far, until Leona quickly yanked Jack to the ground and trapped him in a headlock, then the crowd started cheering for more.

Jack managed to knock Leona off by jamming his elbow into the man and rolled over to get back on his feet, however Leona was faster and kicked Jack in his side to send him back on the ground. The silver haired man wasn’t giving up though and grabbed onto Leona’s leg, yanking him back onto the ground and making Leona’s skull collide with the dirt, which led to another tackle as Jack tried to pin Leona to the ground. It was like a wrestling match but with more fists and clawing rather than just pinning a person down, even the rocks on the ground proved to be weapons if either of them used them, which Leona did a lot but slamming Jack’s body into them. The cheers of the crowd along with the fight made blood pump in Jack’s ears as he still focused on Leona, who was growling and sent a powerful kick into the younger one’s gut, this time though the leader stood up panting with his lip bruised. Leona may have been hurt but Jack was a mess, he got to his feet and could feel bruises forming all over his body, but he didn’t break eye contact from his opponent.

Leona suddenly smirked and was on the ground before Jack could react and threw a cloud of dust into his eyes, Jack staggered back which gave Leona the chance to sweep the leg and send the larger man to the ground. Jack tried to blink away the dirt and was fast enough to do so to avoid Leona stomping onto his stomach, he rolled away and got onto his feet before hooking his fist back and delivering an uppercut to Leona’s jaw. The crowd was silent in seconds of Leona stumbling back with a pained yell, some of them were even glaring at Jack and watched him like a pack of hyenas ready to pounce. Leona looked at him in anger and let out a roar as he knocked his head right into Jack’s before grabbing at his throat and squeezing tightly, now Jack was frightened. This guy was actually going to try and kill him! He managed to slam his arm down across Leona’s to weaken the grip before shoving them apart with a powerful kick to Leona’s gut. Jack watched carefully, his eyes agitated but still focused on Leona, who was equally watching before smirking again and threw his head back in laughter.

The laugh was bizarre, it was not out of joy or triumph, it was almost mocking and maniacal. Jack began to wonder if this man was actually insane, even the people around them looked confused, but Ruggie was the first to walk up to Leona. “Hey! Leona, snap out of it man!”

Leona did stop, almost hilariously fast, and spoke out loudly so everyone could hear him. “We have fresh meat boys! This intellectual brat actually might be useful, and considering he just kept trying to win is even better. Not giving up is something we value here.”

A few murmurs and cheers erupted as Ruggie crossed his arms and gave a smirk to Jack, who was now very confused and sore. The blonde gave a look to Leona, a nod came from the leader and Ruggie walked up to the confused man, pulling out a rope necklace with a claw on the end and handing it to Jack. “Sounds like you're in man, don’t blow it.”

Jack felt relief hit him, almost sending him to the ground if Ruggie wasn’t there to help keep him up, the guy just chuckled and helped him into the house to clean up. All the while, Leona just watched and his smirk vanished to be replaced with a frustrated scowl as he touched his bruised lip. Ruggie offered to help him home and the blonde would not stop talking about how cool the fight was, he even mentioned how initiation changes for each person which made Jack a little pissed off. When they arrived at Jack’s home it was already dinner time and Jack’s mother was frantic to figure out how her son was injured, but then Ruggie spun a tale on how Jack actually saved his life from the “awful gang members” lurking around there. Ruggie said his goodbye and Jack’s mom scolded him a little for not calling for help, but eventually told him to go eat and gave a kiss to his forehead. Jack happily ate with his family and after dinner played with his siblings, playfully wrestling them in the living room and laughing as his sister climbed onto his back. When asked about the cool necklace, Jack smiled at his brother and sister and began to explain how he was now part of a secret group that was going to wipe out crime in the neighborhood, and after making them swear to secrecy he tucked them into their beds. Jack carefully grabbed the claw around his neck and thought carefully of what he just got into, but for an odd reason he wasn’t worried or even regretful of his actions. He was proud, he was going to protect his small pack and he had a pride to protect him.

#savanaclaw #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #jack howl #violence #blood warning #mild cursing #chapter 2 of series

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bike42 · 3 months ago

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Wednesday September 4, 2024

A cup of tea, some chocolate and a game of cribbage and then a great night’s sleep. I didn’t even wake up until 8am! I did some yoga, we went down to breakfast, then packed up and we were out walking by 10am.

After three blocks, we rejoined the route and began to see pilgrims - a lot of pilgrims! So many pilgrims that it increased our anxiety about finding places to stay in the evenings. We’re fine tonight, but after that we’d planned to “wing it,” however now we are second guessing that plan. We’ll have to discuss with our team members tonight!

We were walking doing a street in the business district, when a man standing at a cafe was hollering to the passing pilgrims that he had a stamp! Well, we were anxious to get our new credentials stamped so we took him up on it. It was a great business model as once we went into the cafe, he asked if we wanted Pastel de Natas, and even though we’d just had breakfast, of course we did!! We got them to go however.

We joined the pilgrims heading north along the waterfront. It was a gorgeous clear day, although a stiff breeze blew from the north like yesterday. About 2 miles from Matosinhos, the Oceanside paved trail turned to boardwalk, and our route generally followed a gorgeous boardwalk the whole way. Besides the great view and walking surface, there were clean public toilets and drinking fountains nearly every kilometer.

There were ample spots for taking breaks, and we took one at mile 3 to each our pastries, and mile 6 for another snack. Meanwhile, we were leapfrogging pilgrims, and they us as we took breaks at different times. Other than “Bon Camino” greetings, we didn’t have extended conversations with any of them - heard many different foreign languages being spoken however!

We’d heard from San that they were in Frankfurt and ready to board the plane for Porto, but then nothing more. I can track her phone and saw they were in the Porto airport, but then it stuck hl there (she must have turned off her phone).

We arrived in Labruge about 1pm, likely too early to check into our accommodation so I suggested we sit at a cafe and have lunch. Labruge is the first fishing village we’ve come to - clearly out of the bigger city of Porto now! Lots of locals out on the Main Street, eating and talking in an animated manner.

We sat at a cafe and figured out you had to go inside to order, so I did that. I was having a hard time explaining I wanted 2 ham and cheese sandwiches, so the clerk called a younger worker over who spoke great English.

After lunch, we stopped at a supermarket and bought fruit, nuts and beer since we were close to our accommodation. We walked past a campground and kept going to the address Google maps was taking us to. It looked like a house, and I had some uncertainty, but I rang the bell on the gate. I woman answered and I told her my name and that I had a reservation. She responded in Portuguese. We repeated that a few times, and she finally came out. I tried to show her the reservation on my phone, but she pointed down the street. It was then I recalled that our reservation was for a “bungalow” in the campground - duh! I am just now wondering if others have buzzed her gate before that she knew where to send us!

We checked in and walked back to our bungalow - like a little trailer with two bedrooms (3 beds) and a sofa bed … plus kitchen, bathroom and a nice porch. It’ll do for the 5 of us for one night!

We showered, did our sink laundry and were relaxing outside when we got a text that they were at the gate. We gave them instructions and soon they were walking down the lane - impressively, they walked 5 miles from the airport after an overnight flight!

We had a beer, they changed and we walked to town (about 1km). They were hungry and anxious to see the ocean! It was about 5pm and cooling off already, but we were smart enough to grab our puffy coats tonight!

In search of dinner, we found a Tapas place that was open, with fun staff and had an adventurous dinner: stout beer, Port & Tonics, shrimp, mussels, clams, salad, bread, potatoes, salmon and sardines! Jeff had asked about a melon looking thing on the bar, and they sliced it up and brought it to us for dessert!

After dinner, we made another stop at the store and bought a few things for breakfast and some additional snacks.

We headed out to our place and the Arrivals were understandably very tired. I was anxious to make a plan for tomorrow: how far to walk and where would we stay? When we decided where to go, I started looking at accommodations on the Camino app and found everything already booked. I know there are places that don’t appear on the app, but I just couldn’t see showing up at 5pm when you’ve hiked 15 miles and are exhausted, and then have to do a room search. I found a hotel with 2 single beds for €100 per night - Matt and San were too tired to be dealing with it, and it wasn’t clear to me if they wanted to share with Janet or if they all needed to book - stuff we’ll have to work out as we go! Janet did book an apartment where they’ll all stay, about 20 minutes from our hotel - stay tuned!

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nutrifrutas · 9 months ago

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Receitas deliciosas de pavê

O pavê é uma sobremesa clássica e irresistível, muito apreciada em todo o Brasil. Sua versatilidade permite criar diversas combinações de sabores, desde as mais tradicionais até as mais criativas. Preparar um pavê é uma ótima maneira de encerrar uma refeição com chave de ouro ou surpreender os convidados em uma ocasião especial. Aqui, apresentamos cinco deliciosas receitas de pavê, cada uma com seu toque único de sabor. São sobremesas que conquistarão o paladar de todos, combinando facilidade de preparo com ingredientes facilmente encontrados em qualquer mercado brasileiro.

Pavê de Chocolate com Morango:

Ingredientes:

1 pacote de biscoito tipo maisena

1 lata de leite condensado

1 lata de creme de leite

1 xícara de leite

3 colheres de sopa de chocolate em pó

Morangos frescos fatiados para decorar

Modo de Preparo:

Em uma tigela, misture o leite condensado, o creme de leite e o chocolate em pó até obter um creme homogêneo.

Em um refratário, faça uma camada de biscoitos umedecidos no leite.

Cubra os biscoitos com uma camada do creme de chocolate.

Repita o processo até finalizar com uma camada de creme.

Decore com morangos fatiados e leve à geladeira por pelo menos 4 horas antes de servir.

Pavê de Limão:

Ingredientes:

1 lata de leite condensado

1 lata de creme de leite

Suco de 3 limões

1 pacote de biscoito champanhe

Raspas de limão para decorar

Modo de Preparo:

Em uma tigela, misture o leite condensado, o creme de leite e o suco de limão até obter um creme homogêneo.

Em um refratário, faça uma camada de biscoitos champanhe.

Cubra os biscoitos com uma camada do creme de limão.

Repita o processo até finalizar com uma camada de creme.

Decore com raspas de limão e leve à geladeira por pelo menos 4 horas antes de servir.

Pavê de Abacaxi com Coco:

Ingredientes:

1 abacaxi picado

1 lata de leite condensado

1 lata de creme de leite

1 pacote de biscoito tipo maisena

Coco ralado para decorar

Modo de Preparo:

Em uma panela, cozinhe o abacaxi com um pouco de água e açúcar até que fique macio.

Em uma tigela, misture o leite condensado e o creme de leite até obter um creme homogêneo.

Em um refratário, faça uma camada de biscoitos umedecidos no suco do abacaxi.

Cubra os biscoitos com uma camada do creme de leite condensado.

Adicione uma camada de abacaxi cozido.

Repita o processo até finalizar com uma camada de creme.

Decore com coco ralado e leve à geladeira por pelo menos 4 horas antes de servir.

Pavê de Morango com Nutella:

Ingredientes:

1 caixa de morangos picados

1 lata de leite condensado

1 lata de creme de leite

1 xícara de Nutella

1 pacote de biscoito tipo maisena

Modo de Preparo:

Em uma tigela, misture o leite condensado e o creme de leite até obter um creme homogêneo.

Em um refratário, faça uma camada de biscoitos umedecidos no leite.

Cubra os biscoitos com uma camada do creme de leite condensado.

Adicione uma camada de morangos picados.

Repita o processo até finalizar com uma camada de creme.

Derreta a Nutella e espalhe por cima da última camada de creme.

Leve à geladeira por pelo menos 4 horas antes de servir.

Pavê de Doce de Leite:

Ingredientes:

1 lata de doce de leite

1 lata de creme de leite

1 pacote de biscoito tipo maisena

Modo de Preparo:

Em uma tigela, misture o doce de leite e o creme de leite até obter um creme homogêneo.

Em um refratário, faça uma camada de biscoitos umedecidos no leite.

Cubra os biscoitos com uma camada do creme de doce de leite.

Repita o processo até finalizar com uma camada de creme.

Leve à geladeira por pelo menos 4 horas antes de servir. https://nutrifrutas.com/receitas-deliciosas-de-pave

#SobremesasBrasileiras #DelíciasNoPavê #CulináriaBrasileira #DocesCaseiros #PavêGostoso #SobremesaFácil #ReceitasDePavê #PavêDeDarÁguaNaBoca #MomentoDoce #CozinhaBrasileira

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bannisterchevkamloops · 10 months ago

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coffeeandroutes · 10 months ago

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Receita de Pave de morango com chocolate - https://coffeeandroutes.com/?p=1166

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bistrodonanah · 2 years ago

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Pavê de Bis By @oportaldereceitas Ingredientes: CREME: 500 ml de leite 2 colheres (de sopa) de Maizena 1/2 caixinha de leite condensado 1 caixinha de creme de leite 2 gemas de ovos peneiradas 1 colher de sopa de essência de baunilha (opcional) BRIGADEIRO: 1 caixinha de leite condensado 1 caixinha de creme de leite 1 colher (de sopa) de manteiga ou margarina 4 colheres (de sopa) de chocolate em pó 50% Montagem 1 caixa de bis (picado) Veja Modo de Preparo: 👇 https://dicasdomomento.com.br/pave-de-bis/ 👈 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmRRZWsOn5R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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amorcaseiro · 2 years ago

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Pavê de limão delicioso 😋😋 Agora também fazemos pavê por encomenda! Nosso pavê é feito de camadas de cremes, intercalando com camadas de massas e finalizado com a cobertura. As opções de sabor que temos são: Cremes: Chocolate ou brigadeiro Chocolate branco Morango Maracujá Abacaxi Limão Uva Manga Coco Pêssego Leite ninho (consulte o valor adicional) Massas: Biscoito champanhe Biscoito maisena Bolo chocolate Bolo branco Cobertura: Coco ralado Chocolate branco ou ao leite (granulado, confeito ou raspas) Frutas (a depender se está na estação da fruta, consulte a disponibilidade) Preços: P (aproximadamente 500grs) R$49,00 M (aproximadamente 1kg ) R$89,00 G (aproximadamente 2kg) R$169,00 É muito saboroso e feito especialmente para você sob encomenda! Venha encomendar o seu! É uma sobremesa maravilhosa, e o ótima pra se comer em família. As encomendas devem ser feitas com no mínimo 2 dias de antecedência. Fazemos entrega em toda Araçoiaba da Serra e cidades vizinhas, consulte nosso preço. Também temos opção de retirada, estamos localizados no bairro Jardim Flora, atrás da 21 de Abril (cerca de 5min do centro). #amorcaseiro #sobremesa #doce #doces #sobremesas #festa #chocolate #pave #brigadeiro #mousse #artesanal #caseiro #pavê #maracuja #ninho #uva #morango #limao #manga #abacaxi #pessego #coco #natal #anonovo #entrega #delivery #encomenda #sobencomenda #aracoiabadaserra #sorocaba #votorantim #capeladoalto (em Araçoiaba da Serra , São Paulo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmMCxsfuW-1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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3 IDEIAS DE SOBREMESAS NA TAÇA VEGANAS, FÁCEIS ELEGANTES E DELICIOSAS!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •CREME DE BAUNILHA: ▫️INGREDIENTES - 500ml de leite vegetal (usei de coco) -2 e 1/2csp de amido de milho -adoçante a gosto (usei 1cch de stevia) -1cch de essência de baunilha ▫️PREPARO: misture os ingredientes sem ligar o fogo até todo amido se dissolver. Leve ao fogo médio até engrossar (se quiser deixar o creme mais amarelinho, adicione 1 pitadinha de cúrcuma). Leve para gelar por 2 horas (de preferência cubra o creme com papel filme). Depois de retirar da geladeira misture bem de novo (para deixar o creme bem⠀homogêneo). ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ •CREME DE CHOCOLATE: ▫️INGREDIENTES: -400ml de leite vegetal -4csp de cacau em pó 100% (de boa qualidade) -adoçante a gosto -80g de chocolate meio amargo ▫️PREPARO: misture o leite, o cacau e o adoçante em fogo médio até não ficar com pelotinhas de cacau em pó. Adicione o chocolate e misture até ele derreter. Leve para geladeira por 2 horas. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ▫️BOMBOM DE MORANGO E CEREJA: *Para 2 porções: -8 morangos picados -8 cerejas picadas (+ para decorar) -nibs de cacau ou raspas de chocolate (opcional) ▫️PREPARO: comece colocando o creme de baunilha na taça (2-3csp). Adicione as frutas picadas (pode usar outras que gostar também). Coloque o creme de chocolate (3-4csp) e decore com quiser. Deixe na geladeira antes de servir. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ▫️PAVÊ DE PAÇOCA: *Para 2 porções: -4 paçocas (+ para decorar) -OPCIONAL: misturei 30g de pasta de amendoim com o creme de baunilha e 1 pitada de sal (deixa o creme ainda mais gostoso) -Biscoitos quebrados (6-8 biscoitos) ▫️PREPARO: molhe um pouco os biscoitos no leite vegetal e coloque no fundo da taça. Adicione o creme (2-3csp) e depois um pedaço de paçoca esfarelada. Coloque mais creme (3-4csp) e mais paçoca para decorar.

▫️PAVÊ DE NOZES, CHOCOLATE, CARAMELO DE TÂMARAS E FLOR DE SAL: *Para 2 porções: -OPCIONAL: Caramelo de tâmaras (já tem receita no feed! Só bater 60g de tâmaras demolhadas com um pouquinho de água até ficar com uma consistência cremosa! Adicionei 1 pitada de sal também) -60g de nozes picadas (+ para decorar) -Biscoitos quebrados (6-8 biscoitos) ▫️PREPARO: molhe um pouco os biscoitos no leite vegetal e coloque no fundo da taça. Adicione o creme de chocolate (2-3csp) e depois um pouco de nozes picadas. Coloque o caramelo de tâmaras ou creme de chocolate se preferir. Depois mais nozes, mais creme de chocolate e decore como quiser (salpiquei flor de sal e por cima e ficou perfeito).

#sobremesa #vegano #pave vegano #pavê #pave #pave de paçoca #pave de nozes #creme de chocolate #confeitaria #doces #receitas

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montaencanta · 3 years ago

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Pavê da Clau é um sucesso de familia

Pavê da Clau (minha irmã) é amor à primeira vista e é um sucesso na família. Todas as vezes que nos reunimos a Clau é praticamente obrigada (por todos) a levar este pavê, pois reunião familiar sem o pavê da Clau parece que fica faltando um pedaço literalmente. Então eu tenho certeza que será um sucesso aí na sua também, pois além de delicioso ele ainda é fácil de fazer. Camada de bolacha…

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#chantininho #Creme Belga #pavê #pavê branco e preto #pavê com chantininho #pavê com creme belga #pavê com creme de maisena #pavê com maisena #pavê da clau #pavê de biscoito #pavê de bolacha #pavê de chantininho com chocolate #pave de chocolate #pavê de chocolate com chantininho #pavê de creme belga #pavê de familia

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DomiJeanne!!! (for the Domesticity Meme)

1. Who cooks normally?

According to this extra Mochizuki drew, neither Domi nor Jeanne is a particularly amazing cook. 😂 Although I can’t read Japanese, I think I remember one translation (it might have been on @popopretty ‘s blog?) saying that Domi considers cooking a job for the servants, while Jeanne is mainly a foodie rather than a preparer of said food (though she does know survival cooking). So Domi probably just hires the finest chefs de Sade money can provide to make all her girl’s favorite dishes!

2. How often do they fight?

Not very often! They have a natural rapport, with each bringing out the other’s gentler side. I have a feeling most of their fights would either be related to Vanitas (Domi’s antipathy towards him is stronger than ever, even after Jeanne broke up with the human) or stem from Domi’s lingering insecurities (for example, she notices someone flirting with Jeanne and gets jealous). But with time, they’re able to work through these issues.

3. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Since Jeanne still serves as Luca’s chevalier, most of her time is spent accompanying him during his daily routine or when he’s out on official business. In those leisurely moments when she isn’t able to see Dominique, Jeanne might read a novel, go strolling in a nearby park, or stop by one of her local cafes or restaurants for a quick bite to eat!

Domi remains part of the royal guard, and regularly practices with her sword (in addition to competing in the occasional fencing match). I don’t remember if this is canon, but I could also see her enjoying horseback riding. If she can’t spend time with Jeanne, she’ll seek out the company of her other favorite person, Noé, or write him a letter if he and Vanitas are off chasing curse bearers. She also likes to go shopping to add to her extensive wardrobe, and typically gets a new outfit, box of chocolates, etc. for Jeanne while she’s at it. Domi’s girlfriend never strays far from her mind. ☺️

4. Nicknames for each other?

Domi calls Jeanne “ma belle,” “ma chérie,” “mon amour,” “mon trésor,” “mon ange,” “ma colombe”...you get the picture! For some reason, I have a hard time imagining Jeanne using pet names, but the moment when she finally felt comfortable enough to call her lover Domi instead of Lady Dominique made our favorite de Sade blush like a schoolgirl.

5. Who is more likely to pay for dinner?

Dominique, since she’s the aristocrat.

6. Who steals the covers at night?

Hmm...maybe Jeanne? She always apologizes profusely after she wakes up and becomes aware of her blanket crimes. Domi just winks and says Jeanne can make it up to her by warming her back up with cuddles, which Jeanne is happy to do. 💕

7. What would they get each other for gifts?

Since Jeanne hasn’t had many people in her life who bothered to make her feel special, Domi goes all-out with lavish presents—sweets from the most acclaimed confectionery in France, or a season’s worth of dresses, or a pretty pony. Jeanne’s gifts are equally heartfelt, even if they aren’t as extravagant. She might try to make something for Domi by hand, like a scarf and mittens, or write her a love poem (which of course Domi would treasure 🥰🥰🥰)

8. Who remembers things?

Maybe Domi? Jeanne might be more forgetful and prone to distraction.

9. Who cusses more?

Though neither is prone to swearing in public, Domi uses more profanity when they’re talking in private. Jeanne might be a cinnamon roll, but she can and will say fuck if sufficiently enraged. 🔥 Dominique thinks her girlfriend is even hotter when she curses. 😏

10. What would they do if the other one was hurt?

In both cases, their first priority would be patching up the other’s wounds, making sure they were okay, and fretting over them. Step two would involve slicing whoever was responsible for those injuries to ribbons. 🔥 Jeanne is a little better at keeping a cool head under pressure in these situations because she has more experience on the battlefield. Because both ladies have lost loved ones in horrifically violent ways, they’d be extra protective in the wake of the injury and reluctant to leave the other’s side.

11. Who kissed who first?

Domi kissed Jeanne first. They were taking a walk together through Paris and happened to be in a quiet, out-of-the-way area...so Domi used Jeanne’s parasol to shield them from any prying eyes, and gave her a smooch! 😘

12. Who made the first move?

Maybe Jeanne? After Domi’s curse was lifted and Jeanne dumped Vanitas (I leave the details to your imagination 😉) the chevalier reached out to her friend out of worry and a desire to reconnect. The letters they exchanged over the next few weeks helped repair their bond and paved the way for subsequent dates.

13. Who started the relationship?

Jeanne. As they grew closer, Domi realized that she’d fallen for the other vampire but was afraid to push her luck for fear of rejection (she stills struggles with self-esteem issues and remorse over fighting Jeanne under Misha’s influence, even though that obviously wasn’t her fault 😭). But one day while they were having tea, Jeanne worked up the courage to tell Domi point-blank that she wanted to be more than just friends, and that she understood if Domi didn’t reciprocate...but she couldn’t keep these feelings to herself any longer!!! Dominique promptly burst into tears (which left poor Jeanne more than a little confused), but then rushed over to hug the chevalier and sob out that she’d be honored to court her. 🥰

#domijeanne #dominique de sade #jeanne the hellfire witch #vnc #vanitas no carte #vnc asks #domestic headcanons #thanks for the ask!

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quillsareswords · 4 years ago

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And Arnold Makes Four

The next part of Blurb #18, because it got surprisingly great feedback! Thank you all so much! You don't necessarily need to read 18, but I'd recommend it, just to get your bearings.

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Prompt List // Masterlist (in bio)

Jon did not keep his promise. When two hours had passed and you were still snoring next to Damian as he reclined on both of you, he considered waking you because goddamn it he wanted a slushee, but decided against it.

Too many night had you both sat up until the sun shone. The least he could do was let you rest.

Besides—he was pretty sure one of you would try to punch him if he tried.

So, he laid contently against your legs, wasting most of the day between his Switch and your television.

Damian is the first one awake. He blinks hard twice, because the sun is shining directly through the window and straight into his eyes (likely what woke him up, he decides). You're the first thing he sees. You probably got a little too warm snuggled so close to him, so you've pulled back so he can see your whole face. Subconsciously, he tracks your breathing for a moment.

Then he's looking past you, for his other partner. One of you are usually in the middle, because Jon gets too hot laying between you. Jon's not there. Damian reminds himself that he's in your house and that there's realistically no reason to worry, before the niggling of panic worms it's way into his mind.

The weight against his shins shifts. He sits part way up, careful not to jostle you too much in the process.

Jon turns away from your TV and smiles brightly. "I wondered when you'd wake up," he says, quietly.

Your eyebrows furrow as you groan.

Damian rolls his upper half so he can properly himself up with his elbows. "Why didn't you wake us? It's been well over two hours," Damian asks, inclining his head towards the window, where it's obviously nearly sunset.

Jon shrugs, shifts his weight so Damian can roll completely over. "You seemed like you needed it, so . . ."

Damian nods slowly. He feels a little bad, wondering why his internal alarm clock didn't have him up within an hour. Probably you.

You mumble something about the light before your eyes crack open with a glare. You'd been half awake, listening to the conversation. "What time is it?"

"Sunset," Damian sighs, crawling over you to get off the bed. "Sunshine here didn't wake us up."

Jon's cheeks bloom pink at the endearment, but he pretends they don't. "You looked like you needed sleep," he defends, flopping back down in his boyfriend's place.

You realize he's already gotten dressed, while you're still in sleep shorts and a ratty tank top. You also realize that Damian is fishing clothes out of his duffel, which was slung down beside Jon's bulging backpack yesterday afternoon.

You don't know why they insist on bringing so much every time they come to stay, considering the bottom two drawers of your dresser are respectively theirs. You consider this silently as you roll out of bed to pull on jeans and your Converse.

By the time you grab your longboard and bid your parents goodbye, the sky is orange and pink and white and it's brilliant.

Jon's camera is in your backpack, your speaker on a strap slung across his body while you search for their designated playlist.

Damian's pennyboard hits the ground first, then your longboard, then Jon's skateboard. Down your suburban driveway you cruise, then down the cul-de-sac and onto the sidewalk running alongside the slow traffic of the road.

The Travel Center sign glows orange and red as you roll forward, Vance Joy booming from Jon's hip. The sky only gets prettier, so Jon asks for his camera once you stop.

When you reach the parking lot, you slide your heel along the cement to lose your momentum, simultaneously slinging your backpack down to the crook of one arm to get the camera.

You hand it to him when he stops beside you, then you pop the nose of your board and pause your music.

"What are you getting?" Jon asks, as you pass him, one arm outstretched to hold the glass door open for you, while Damian swings the other side of the door open for himself.

"Coca Cola, obviously," you hum, tucking your board under one arm and reshouldering the straps of your bag. "I'll cover snacks and whatnot if one of you will pay for the bracelets at the fair."

The county fair is finally back for the beginning of summer in your home town, so the three of you have decided to go, since the fairgrounds are so close to the pier anyway.

Damian nods. "I'll pay for them." He takes a small cup size from the stack as the three of you round the corner of the back isle.

"I'll pay for the slushees," Jon decides, taking a large.

"Good for you," you smile, filling your medium with the light brown, thinly ground ice from the rolling machine.

Jon flicks your nose as he pumps his large full if blue-burrrry first, then cherry.

Damian snaps a boring old flat lid on the top of his cup before he saunters off in search of a snack to take for the road.

You're the next one done, but because you have a soul, you take a dome lid and fill your cup past the brim.

You roam the isles for a few minutes, despite already knowing where everything, just like every weekend. You pick up a bag of cheddar Combos, a miniature tube of original Pringles, and a Hershey bar.

You meet your boys by the checkout, where the same tired-looking woman smiles at you fondly. Just like every weekend.

Damian sets down a bag of M&Ms, while Jon is still juggling four bags of candy, a skateboard, and a multicolored slushee which is oozing out from the top of the dome lid, because—like every weekend—he's overfilled it.

While you fish out some bills from the wallet in your backpack, Damian finally steps in and takes the slushee from him so he can slap down his pack of Rainbow Belts, a bag of Skittles, a Hershey Cookies and Cream bar, a bag of Trolli gummy worms, a bag of miniature Twix bars, and a blue Gatorade onto the counter.

You laugh, because it's a little bit like a clown car, the way he piles it all on the counter. Damian sighs, staring at Jon with a healthy mix of impression, surprise, and adoration.

Sheepishly, Jon takes his slushee back from his boyfriend and mumbles, "The slushees are separate."

The middle-aged woman withholds a laugh at the whole thing, even though this is a very regular occurrence, while she slides all the items across the scanner.

A few minutes later, the three of you pause in the parking lot to cram everything into your backpack. While Damian is helping you, Jon stands at the very edge of the sidewalk, snapping pictures of the gorgeous sunset and the colors it paints the sky.

Soon enough, you're on your way again. The pier isn't too far from your house—maybe three miles, not counting the backtracking you have to do from the Travel Center. Its also not used often unless there's some big event, like a holiday or something at the fairgrounds, which are a quick jaunt up a dirt path through a patch of woods.

It's been a favorite spot of yours, ever since you were old enough for your parents to let you loose. You brought the boys out last summer, only about a month after forming the three way relationship you're so comfortable in. Since then, it's been a frequent for you three, when the weather's nice.

It isn't an ocean pier, by the way. It's on a lake, which is partly owned by the park on the other side, and partly owned by the same family who's owned the fairgrounds for as long as you can remember. They have a miniature boat race every Spring, and a lantern release every New Year.

You make it to the fairgrounds just about as soon as the sun sinks below the treeline, courtesy of the (mostly) paved road that stretches through the massive unused field and dense woods that divides it from the main road. Mostly, because it was paved so long ago that it was well forgotten in the most recent repaving your small town underwent a year or two ago.

You pop the nose of your board up, shoving the rest of your chocolate bar into your mouth as you step on to the whiterock path leading to the ticket booth, and the rest of the pop-up carnival beyond it.

"Three bracelets, please," Damian requests, holding out a twenty and a ten. Ten bucks for an all-access bracelet that are only valid for twenty-four hours might seem crazy, but it's logistically cheaper and easier than buying X-amount of tickets, and then having to come back for more later.

You hastily strap the paper onto one another's wrists before you scamper off, your eyes set on the Twister, dragging your boys behind you.

You spend most of the night squished between two people in a two-person seat; or throwing things at other things to win more things; or sprawled out in the grass behind or between some booths, chowing down on pre-bought snacks. Jon went off and got an Elephant Ear at some point, so you spent more time sitting in the grass, eating and chatting idly, humorously judging people with Damian while Jon glared on disapprovingly. Still, even he couldn't find anything good to say about the full neon rainbow leopard jumpsuit that fit about six sizes too small in the worst way, other than at least he's creative.

At one point or another, you come across a giant stuffed sloth that's about a foot short of being as tall as you, and you decide on the spot that it is absolutely going home with you. Damian and Jon see the number of points it costs and sigh in unison. You spend about one hundred and sixteen minutes throwing baseballs at far-too-heavy milk bottles, but hey, who's counting?

You do, eventually, win the sloth, with the combined efforts of three super-sidekicks—Jon's super strength, Damian's freakish aim, and your intuitive throwing finally converge on one task, surprisingly.

Hauling your new friend—Arnold, you've dubbed him—on your back, you decide to show your gratitude by putting your knife throwing skills (you're very good at instinctive throwing, because of your flawless intuition) to good use at the dart-and-ballon game.

You leave Arnold in Jon's care (Damian ever so gently told you that he'd leave Arnold to sit in the dirt beside them, not hold him, which offended you deeply), and and your longboard with Damian, before you march over, wad of dollar bills in hand.

You return twenty minutes later, two plush animals in each hand. You proudly bestow a ambiguous black bird to Damian, and a fire engine red marshmallow-esque creature to Jon. You take Arnold in your arms and resituate him to ride piggy back, long boneless arms draped over your shoulders.

Jon giddily grins at his new blob friend, and thanks you, muttering, a little shyly, that you really didn't have to. Damian stares down at the stuffed bird in silence, a smidge of contempt flickering in his eyes. It crosses your mind that he might have preferred something else, but all doubt is erased with his grip on it becomes a little more firm, a bit more protective, and you catch his gaze going soft on it. He offers you a little smile, because he's bad at genuinely accepting and showing appreciation for these kinds of gifts.

And because you know this, you return the gesture to prove that you understand.

Your trio heads for the dirt path through the decently small patch of woods, where a dirt path peeks out like a old man with gentle eyes and a warm smile.

Jon stops right as you reach the mouth of the path. He hands Damian his skateboard. "You go ahead, I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

"Where are you going?" Damian asks.

Jon starts walking backwards. "I'm gonna get something. I'll be quick, I promise! Go ahead!"

Damian exchanges a look with you. You shrug, reaching toward his hand and wiggling your fingers.

He locks his fingers with yours, sparing Jon one more look over his shoulder before the two of you set off.

"What do you think he's up to?" you wonder, peering over your shoulder just before the carnival is out of sight. You don't see him, but you imagine him bobbing a weaving through the crowds of half drunk, drunk high, and half asleep people ambling around in the last hours of the festivities for the day.

Damian glances back one more time. "Don't know," he answers. "Can't be anything good, if he wouldn't tell us."

You nod. "Can't be awful, if he wouldn't warn us," you add with a smile.

He laughs. "Can't be amazing if he wouldn't gloat about how amazing his idea is."

You laugh loudly. "You got me there."

You pass the marker for the middle of the path soon after. It's just an old wooden post, marked properly with fading orange tape. Not long after that, you leave the treeline behind.

The pier is old, and a little creaky. The wood is dark with age, warm with sun, and worn with the repeated paths of the residents of your hometown. The group of people is surprisingly small, despite the carnival's large attendance.

Your eyes roam the few couples scattered around the clearing by the water, and the group of friends laughing loudly from borrowed fishing boats further out in the water. Warm summer night air sticks to your skin and fills your lungs the way only it can.

The pair of you find a good spot at the very end of the pier, where the boards are still stable, but boast a concerning number if cracks and splinters. You prop Arnold up behind you, safely away from the water, but he slouches inanimately while he holds Damian's crow and your backpack in his lap.

"We should do this more," you hum, leaning back on your elbows to get a proper look at the mostly clear sky. It's nearly a full moon, and lack of light pollution leaves the stars on display, while the open moonlight reflects beautifully off the tops and sides of passing clouds.

Damian hums in agreement. "That would be nice." His neck cranes to get a good look for himself. "Any constellations?"

"Orion is there," you point to the belt specifically. "And the Dippers are right there."

A beat of silence as you admire the heavens.

"How long do you think until Jon calls us because he's gotten into trouble?"

You laugh. "Fifteen minutes," you bet.

Damian nods. "Sounds right. He's probably getting some kind of food."

"I hope it's something without grease," you groan. "Otherwise I might be sick."

Damian chuckles. "Don't get your hopes up."

As if it was a stage cue, you hear footsteps thumping up the rickity wood planks toward you.

You both turn at the sound of your names. "Look what I got!" Jon howls excitedly.

He's got a giant bag of popcorn and another of cotton candy under one arm, and brandishing a clear plastic bag with the other.

"That better not be a fish," you warn, but the spark in your eyes betrays the implied threat. You sit back up to get a better look.

"It'll be dead in a week," Damian warns, "so don't get too attached."

Jon fakes a pout, stopping beside Arnold. "His name is Jerry and you're being very rude." He drops the bags of snacks among your prize-filled bag and stuffed animals, then drops himself on the other side of you.

"Let me see him," you swipe the bag without permission. You hold it level with your eyes. It stares back boredly. "What are you gonna do with him? Do you have a bowl?"

He smiles sheepishly at you. "I thought your mom might have a vase or something."

You roll your eyes good-naturedly and hold the bag out to Damian to inspect. "I'm sure she does," you assure anyway. "If not, you can borrow a water glass or something."

Damian's eyes light up suddenly, as he eyes the yellow fish. "Your mother has a huge wineglass, doesn't she?"

You grin. "Yes. Yes she does, and you're a genius."

Damian smiles suavely, reaching across you to hand the bag back to Jon. "This isn't new information."

You snort and roll you eyes again, reaching for the cotton candy. "And so modest, too."

Jon tucks one leg under the opposite knee, setting the bag of water in the crook of his knee. "And ugly as a moose."

Damian indignantly rips the bag of cottony sugar from your grasp, leaving you with an offended glare, an agape mouth, and a thick tuft of pink fluff in your hand. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

You giggle over to Jon. "I think he hates us," you loudly whisper.

Jon nods thoughtfully, peering past you as he whispers back, "He's planning to poison us with dinner."

Damian sighs, loudly. "Firstly, poison wouldn't effect you, Jon. Secondly, if I hated either of you, I wouldn't be here."

Jon laughs. "He's got us, Lovely."

You lean on Damian's shoulder. "In more ways than you one."

Your plan works perfectly. Red flushes down his neck, eyes still locked on the horizon.

Jon picks up on it immediately, and hooks an arm around Damian's waist. "Wouldn't you agree, Love?"

He grumbles between the two of you, annoyed and embarrassed and so overwhelmingly in love.

As predicted, he makes a quick effort to switch topics. "How long are we staying?"

You and Jon respect his discomfort with focused public affection and pull away. "Long as we want," you answer, shoving a smaller tuft of pink into your mouth. "Mom just said to be home before two."

Jon nods. "I wanna watch a Disney movie when we get home." You agree.

"Speaking of getting home," Damian peers over his shoulder at the small mountain of prizes, food, and skateboards behind you, "how exactly do you plan on getting Arnold home?"

You eye the four-foot-six sloth and your longboard. Then you turn back to your boys, moonlight casting a gleam in your eyes. "I have absolutely no idea."

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