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yandereplumsim · 3 years ago

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Ophelia Nigmos (all !)

Nonnie is trying to finish what the vaccine started... Aka kill me.

❤️: OTP

Johnny Smith. They're so cute together, I can't break them apart. I once tried to have the JRO three way relationship, but it wasn't really working for me.

💔: No OTP

Ripp. I'm sorry but after that experience I really can't ship Ripp and Ophelia, at least not on my game, I still enjoy it on others, but is a pass for me.

🌈: Sexuality

Straight. I have never found a ship for her with a girl that (or outside Johnny and Ripp) called my attention.

😊: Friends

Beside her friendship turned into love with Johnny, she is good friends with Ripp, she almost sees him as her younger brother.

💀: Enemies or Rival

Pita Florica (The Sims 2 psp) , I brought her to Strangetown just for this. Thru Pita dislikes her more than what Ophelia dislikes her.

She doesn't like Tank.

🌷: Flowers or plants they like

Ophelia loves plants, specially cactus and their flowers because they're colorful and bright and they give her strength. She loves going to Johnny's house because of his green garden. But the one plant that own her heart is her little cow plant that she has started growing recently ❤️

☀️: Favourite Season

Spring time, is not too hot as summer, and is the perfect time to practice gardening.

🌧️: Favourite Weather

Raining. In the desert it doesn't rain as often as she would like, but after the rain the desert blooms in colors.

🕯️: Favourite Aromatic candle

Lavender and Jasmine. As I mentioned earlier, Lavender helps with anxiety and Insomnia, while Jasmine is found to be anticeptic and sedative. All things that Ophelia needs. Beside Jasmine is a night Blooming flower so.. . Fitting.

🥘: Favourite Food:

Ophelia on my game is a vegetarian, which makes sense, as is a healthier diet... And it has an irony with her meat eating Cowplant. Favourite dish might be vegetarian chili with meat or Shawarma.

☕: Favourite Drink

As a get go Green Tea. Chai Latte at the coffee shop... But most importantly, Ophelia makes sure to drink 2 lts of water every day, not from the tap.

🍦: Ice-cream Flavour

Don't ask me why, I just know that is pistaches... Like I can feel it in my bones.

🍕: Pizza Topping

Garlic. She prefers Gaelic bread over pizza actually, but if it's pizza she will add some dried Garlic over it.

🍟: Snack

Cookies. Something that she picked up from living with her Aunt Olive.

🍿: Movies they like to watch

Hollywood Golden age movies... Because they're the only ones that the Strangetown Car Cinema would show.

📺: TV Show they like to watch

Medical series like Gray's anatomy and Doctor House (I need Simlish versions of these) but only the early seasons. The gardening Chanel.

🎵: Music they listen to

90s/2000s Alternative Rock

⚽: Sport they like or play

Walking from the house to school and back is enough exercise for her. She used to swim when she was little, but not anymore.

📚: Books they like to read

The Medical enciclopedy, the vademecum and some Herbal journals that aunt olive owned. She might read some old short sci-fi romantic book if found appealing.

🕹️: Video Games they like or Play

Whatever videogane is working at the Strangetown arcade that week.

🎻: Musical instrument

She knows how to play the organ and was the person in charge of playing the piano during the Strangetown High School events. Ripp has been begging her to form a band ever since.

🎨: Favourite Colour

Lavender, indigo, burgundy & black

👠: Shoes they like

Sandals, convers & docs

👕: Clothing style

As a teen I would say late 90s early 2000s grunge, with ripped baggy jeans, t-shirts, cardigans and slip dresses. As a young adult her fashion is mutating more into the Gothic boho style.

👜: What's always on their bag

Gel Alcohol and desifectant. She carries a little farmacy on her bag. (all Around the sims Cold misery set)

📰: Section of the Newspaper they read

The Gardening section.

💻: Website they visit the most

Google search, looking up possible symptoms. YouTube "top 10 medical conditions" videos or Gardening Tutorials.

📱: Social media they use the most

Instagram, because of Ripp.

📗: Favourite School Subject

Biology and Natural science classes were her favorites during high school.

📕: Less Favourite School Subject

The P. E. class, no Metter how many (fake) doctor recipes she presented, the teacher refused to acnowlage her medical conditions and forced to take part on classes.

🎓: University they attended (or not)

La Fiesta Tech.

🎒: University Major

I'm on the fence between Biology and Paranormal... But definitely leading toward Biology as I want to put her on the Natural Science career later on.

🔮: Something Random

She's witch.

#Ophelia Nigmos #This took some time #!memes

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iwillhaveamoonbase · 4 years ago

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Replay ch 2

Reminder, this fic is rated E for Explicit Nothing much in this chapter, though.

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Rayla groaned as her kick-boxing class ended. She was sore everywhere and just ready to go home and take a long bath. She had to work off all that cheese she ate at the office somehow. She waved goodbye to her instructor and walked out, not giving anyone a spare look. Ethari was always on her for not being friendly, but Runaan had taught her well that the world would leave you alone with a steely glare and a firm stance. Sometimes, she just wanted to be alone.

She got in her car and drove back to her apartment in silence. She wasn’t in the mood for whatever the latest pop song was and her most recent podcast on world legal systems was taking a break this week. She drummed her fingers a bit on the steering wheel in anxiousness. She was still buzzing a bit from the guy at the cheese shop.

Callum Evans….She had looked him up at the office and been intrigued by his background. Military and political family, intercultural background, but, also, a bit of a tragic life. Losing his father at the age of one? Rayla couldn’t imagine living like that. He had been honest when he’d said his group wasn’t involved in drama. They were, apparently, well-known in the YouTube community for keeping to themselves. Callum was a year younger than her by a year and a few days. Almost exactly the same birthday…. He had pretty eyes and Rayla wondered if that’s the real reason she had said ‘yes’ to him painting her. Also, he had a cut jawline and high cheekbones that made her want to lick them-‘WHOA’.

Rayla’s eyes went wide for a moment. ‘Jesus, Rayla! You met the guy one time and you have no idea if he’s not secretly some kind of pervert. Keep it in your pants.’ Maybe she was just horny. She hadn’t had sex in a year, not since she’d graduated law school. Her ex and her had mutually broken-up due to Rayla wanting to continue working in the States while she had wanted to go back home to Europe. Rayla didn’t do casual sex and she hadn’t had time to find a new SO. There were fraud cases left and right right now and it was going to keep her busy for the foreseeable future. She could do busy. She was only 26.

When she arrived at her apartment, she parked and rested her head on the wheel. She felt hot between her thighs. ‘You met him once, Rayla. ONCE. This is ridiculous.’ She leaned back in her seat for a moment. His eyes kept popping back into her head, open and honest. He was thing, but not a twig. Maybe had a bit of muscle on him…She was OK with a muscle head as long as they also had brains. She didn’t like it when she was with someone who couldn’t keep up with her intellectually. They didn’t have to like or understand the same things, but he had to understand her explanations. This wasn’t like her. She didn’t….think about jumping a guy so soon after she met them.

‘Callum Evans…am I seriously hoping he’s single?’ She got out of the car, slamming her door. She wasn’t doing this. She was NOT going to be a pining fool like in those stupid rom-coms her ex liked or those period pieces Ethari and Runaan adored. She did not pine. If she wanted something, she took it. And, right now, he was just a really good-looking young man and she was a horny woman who hadn’t had sex in a while. That’s all it was.

She told herself that again and again on the elevator ride up to her floor. She couldn’t stop herself from looking him up again when she booted up her laptop and finding his YouTube channel. He had a whole side channel devoted to art tips and his artwork. He even did something similar to a Bob Ross style tutorial for drawing. Rayla watched video after video until it was well past midnight. She didn’t even like to draw; she had an appreciation for art, but never enjoyed the creating part.

Looking at the time, she groaned. 1:31 AM. She had work in the morning and she had to be up at 7 to meet a friend for breakfast. The next video played without her consent, a spicy food challenge. She watched, fascinated, as Callum and Ezran complained at the lack of heat while Soren and Claudia had tears streaming down their cheeks. Callum laughed more in this video than he had his art ones. She slammed her laptop shut and got ready for bed, though Callum’s voice continued to replay throughout her routine. When she closed her eyes, a pair of green eyes kept haunting her thoughts. ‘Fuck. This isn’t good.’

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Callum blushed as he looked down at the text from the woman he had met at the cheese shop. Rayla Burrows. She was beyond pretty. The moment he had seen her, his eye had refused to wonder away. Pure white hair, purple eyes, 5’7, maybe, without her heels. Her frame had been perfect, too. Hourglass figure, tight ass (as Soren had mentioned), long legs, C-cup breasts (Claudia’s assessment). He’d had to draw her. He already had three times. Callum looked down at his sketchbook. Her face was staring back at him, head slightly tilted, eyes looking right into his.

Her accent had thrown him for a complete loop, adding a layer to the already surreal package. She looked too perfect to be real, and her skin too fair, too….like a fae, maybe. Give her pointed ears and she would be a perfect match for the storybooks he and Ez had read as kids. Either that or she had stepped right out of a Lindsey Stirling music video. Maybe she was a fae. Even in her suit, it hadn’t been enough to throw off the image that she belonged in a forest somewhere, draped in soft fabric or by the ocean, among the waves. He would love to draw her like that. Surrounded by the natural environment and just at ease. Or standing in the water as the moon shone down on her. The moon…maybe that’s what she most reminded him of.

Either way, Callum had been out of his mind with nerves when he had asked her if he could paint her. Her stare had been intense and her posture indicated she could drop kick him with ease. He’d always been attracted to women who could kick his ass, though. She had looked through his art with a critical eye, but it had softened dramatically when she landed on the picture of Amaya and Janai’s engagement party. He had redone that drawing as a painting and it currently hung in their home, right above the mantle. That she had chosen that picture, probably one of his greatest works, to be the deciding factor had been a pleasant surprise.

When he had gotten her number and sat back with his friends, both Claudia and Soren had marveled that he had succeeded. Soren spent the whole car ride back saying how hot she was and asking if Callum thought she was into him. Callum wasn’t sure she had really even registered Soren. She hadn’t really paid them much attention until he had come over. And he only figured that because he had been unable to take his eyes off her the moment he saw her. Maybe, she was his muse?

Callum got back to drawing his, hopefully, last picture of Rayla tonight. Her hair had been up…how long was it? The side braid she wore gave him an indication that it probably reached to just under her bust undone. How did she make it look so elegant? Further evidence that she was a faerie walking among humans, in his opinion. As he drew, he kept coming back to her eyes. The vibrancy of them was offset by the lightness in their color. When had lavender looked like neon lights? Did that even make sense? , a

What did you laugh sound like? What did she enjoy? Would she like any of the content they made? Did he want her to? Callum finished the drawing and put it aside, taking his head in his hands. Why was she invading his mind like this? They had just met for a few moments and he wanted to draw her not date her. Well, he wouldn’t say ‘no’ to a date. But, there was no way a girl like that was single.

Callum shut his eyes and one image kept coming to mind; Rayla in the ocean, turned back to look at him as the moon shone down on her. It was beyond perfect. Like she was a Selkie or something out of the Gaelic stories his Irish grandfather had told him when he was little. ‘I’m in trouble.’

#replay #rayllum #rayllum fanfic #tdp #the dragon prince #au #moonbase fanfics

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whosxafraid · 4 years ago

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Meme: OTP Parents Meme Status: Open to past, current and plotted rom!ships only URL: @brooklynislandgirl

who’s the one to wake up the kids:

Maybe some day he won’t wake up an hour or more before dawn. Regardless if he has to report for duty or not. But today is not that day. But also today? He’s off duty. And that comes with certain extras. Extras like having enough time for morning coffee, getting his run in on the beach, a shower while the butter comes to room temperature on the counter. Getting to actually watch the sun come up while he makes breakfast for his two favorite girls.

Flatcakes, bacon, eggs. The painstaking process of replicating those bite sized hashbrowns Eire loves so much. Though while the smell and noise alone is enough to wake up her mother, it’s not quite so for the youngest in the house. So while Beth -- after good morning kisses-- moves to make the plates...he shifts out of the kitchen and into the hall. Silent feet on the hallway runner, to push the little girl’s door open. And maybe he’s guilty of a small pause. Guilty of watching the mess of dark hair peaking out from under the covers, still sound asleep. But it’s only a moment. She’s got a volley ball game today after all. And she needs to get up and get going.

So inevitably a hand finds it’s way to the top of her head. The smallest of shakes. A smile in response to the gremlin like noise he gets in return.

“Up ye ge’ bitten. Breakfast be done. Made ye favorite.”

Five more minutes, da....

She never sees it coming, but the neighbors definitely hear the shreaking laughter of being quite literally tickled awake.

who makes the breakfast:

Most days he’s gone before any semblance of a proper breakfast can take form. Most days it’s left to Beth to fill in the gaps in the morning. Sometimes there’s texts that ping his phone. Complaining mom won’t let her have a bowl of the sugary cereal on the top shelf. That she doesn’t want to eat the monster snot that everyone else calls oatmeal. And those are the mornings he laughs. The mornings that remind him how very different her childhood is and will be in comparison to his own. Those are also the mornings the wee girl is given the same response without fail.

[ Text: Bitten ] Listen ta ye mother, Eire.

who’s the one cried to for everything:

There are moments that only a mother can handle. Just as there are moments only a father can. And when it comes to Eire, they do their best to be a team. A united front and singular safe haven. But sometimes that just isn’t how the real world works. Because sometimes? Sometimes Da just isn’t there. And Mom steps in to fill the gaps he leaves. Until most often it becomes instinctive for Eire to seek her mother out in times of upset. Yet still there are still moments only Da can fix. And he does to the best of his ability. Because if Da can’t fix it? No one can.

who’s the more disciplined parent and who’s the more lenient one:

They’re both guilty of folding to the little girls wants as much as they are of putting their foot down. It just depends on the circumstances. What it is Eire wants. Granted while he’ll never admit it, Luka does tend to fold more than Beth over most things. Eire was a gift in more ways than one and when it comes down to it, he does like to spoil her. Give her the things he missed out on. Make sure she knows that he loves her. Through and through, no matter what. Because he is a lovingly doting father but also because deep down...he wants her to have as many good memories of him as she can. Just in case one day, he doesn’t come home. Though really what is the real harm in having desert before dinner every once in a while?

who helps with the science fair:

When it comes to school projects the assitance usually comes from Beth. Though when he is home, Luka will chip in to do any necessary heavy lifting. Beth is smarter than he is, there’s never been any doubt of that. And Luka has no problem following orders when it comes to making sure his daughter gets a good grade. Besides...he was never in a science fair back in grade school. And it’s best to leave such things to the professionals. Though he did have to drag Uncle Creek out of the garage once before Beth could register the fact he’d just offered to wire the volcano to literally explode.

who does baby talk:

Neither. Between reading every parenting book Beth handed or sent him during pregnancy, and Beth’s only personal opinion---Luka quickly picked up the popular understanding that baby talk only holds them back. Though that didn’t stop him from perhaps doing it every now and then in Gaelic. Because what real harm could it do? She couldn’t understand it yet anyway.

who wakes up for midnight feedings:

As often as he was home, they shared the responsibility. Getting up in shifts to feed Eire. Or full fill any other need the child needed. Though sometimes Luka would get up more than his share, to make up for the time he wasn’t there too help.

who’s the one who always worries:

Worry comes in different shapes and forms.

Worry is phone calls when you can. Worry is text messages at 2am and not getting onto the little person on the other end becuase they should be asleep. Worry is sadness you can’t be there for her first futball game. Worry is arranging small packages to be sent to your own front door. Little presents to remind you still care no matter how many oceans lie in between. Worry is facetime calls when the connections working, and packing in every ounce you can into that fifteen minute call.

Worry is knowing that empty seat next to you hurts the little girl that just scored. Worry is care packages sent with as much of home as you can pack into it, sans yourself. Worry is reminding yourself to believe he’s okay. Worry is knowing one day you might have to be stronger than you actually are. Worry is filling the gaps at missed birthdays and christmas. Worry is putting everyone else before yourself.

Worry is...alot like love. And they both have enough of both in equal measures.

who picks up the kids early from school for some fun:

There are days that are just meant to be spent playing hookie. Days that jail breaks are aboslutely a requirement. Especially days when daddy is going to be home! Those days are special days. Days that small daughters are picked up from school early for personal reasons, and wisked home to get ready for his arrival.

Where cupcakes are picked up from the bakery, and left on the counter for dessert. Poster signs are crafted with the upmost of care, matching t-shirts are doned. A snack picked up from the cafe on the way to the strip. And it doesn’t matter how hot it is they stand vigil and wait. Because dinner’s been ordered and timed just right so it will arrive just after the three of them pile in the door.

Yes somedays jail breaks are most certainly required.

who’s the competitive parent:

I still do not understand this question. I apologize.

who kisses the ouches:

He wasn’t there the first time she road a bike. He wasn’t there when she fell and scraped knees and bruised elbows. He wasn’t there when she fell out of that tree in the back yard and broke her arm. He wasn’t there when she took a ball to the face and got a shiner for her successful block. He wasn’t there when that boy in her class broke her heart. He wasn’t there for so many ouches....but her mother was. And everyone knows mother’s have the best remedies for all sorts of hurts.

who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes:

Mom is immune to her charms. So she waits until her father comes home. Waits til his boots are set by the door, the cover and jacket hung neatly. She waits until he’s had his shower. Until dinner’s been eaten and cleaned up after. She waits until he’s settled on the couch. Book in hand and ready to sign off entirely for the day.

She waits only a little while more before pouncing. The big eyed little pout that she got from her mother. Hands tightly clasped together as what she wants comes spilling out of her mouth.

“Da...can I pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasee get a puppy? I promise to take care of it.”

who makes the “dad jokes”:

Uncle Andy, and they are the worst of the worst dad jokes. Seriously he got whip cremed once. And it was unanimously decided it was well derserved. Even if Uncle Baz frowned at the waste of sweet goodness.

who embarrassed their kid for fun:

Eire is never embarrased on purpose. For any reason.

who’s the over protective one:

The state of the art alarm system isn’t over protective. It’s responsible. The motion triggered lights in the back yard aren’t over protective. They’re prudent. Cadence who sleeps in the hall between bedrooms isn’t over protectiveness. It’s safer. The GPS in Eire’s watch isn’t over protectiveness. It’s rational. The corner guards still stuck to the marble bar end since she was born isn’t over protectiveness. It’s common sense. The outlet blocks, the calling when you get there rule, the we have to mee them first stance. None of that is overprotective it’s just sensible.

No one in the O’Rian house is overprotective.

Not one bit at all.

Why in the world would you think that?

who’s the “take a sweater!” parent:

The words ‘take a sweater’ had never crossed their lips until they visited New York for christmas that first year Eire was old enough to travel properly. But the moment it did was kodak. Excited to see the snow and make snowmen she’d run for the door hopping into brand new boots bought special for the trip. Her mother half tripping to get a hat on her head (Auntie Jay managing a glove) as she runs by. A little hand almost completely round the door knob before a choir from from behind her has her stalling. All six adults standing in the kitchen with varying versions of stop right there written into the lines of half smiles and withheld laughter.

“Take your jacket!”

#brooklynislandgirl #morgansmornings #tarnishedhalo #[ tagged for mention ]#He Doesnt Know How Heaven Could Be Better Than Her || Beth and Luka #Traveling Soldier || Military AU [ Closed ]#Return to Sender || Answered Asks

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kerriescreativecorner · 6 years ago

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the Angel's Dark Side

Warning NSFW and 18 or over content it also has doming undertones and some S&M so if that is not your cup of tea then don't read

what if the sweet Angel Mitsunari hand a darker side today I give you a nice story showing perhaps Mitsunari’s dark hidden side. as always I hope you all do enjoy it thank you for stopping by and reading

Daisy hand just rushed the last of the patrons out the door of the library. It was a small town no more than 865 people live there and on days like today, only 5 people hand found their way to the towns treasure-trove of books. As she locked the front door she sighed softly to herself and thought

“Not many books to reshelve today. “ she had spoken out loud her tough without even know it.

“Hmm what was that” came clam even words from the reading corner at the back of the library and to her right

Daisy almost jumped out of her skin wan she heard the voice

“Mitsunari “ she stated softly “I see you are in your favorite spot ”

“Mm I been here all afternoon watching you “ there was a dark sensual glint to his amethyst eyes as he spoke the words

Daisy nibble on her lower lip she knew that look in his eyes all to well. Oh if only the world outside the two of them know about this sweet angles darker side then perhaps they would look at him differently than they do.

Mitsunari Ishida for what the world knew about him was the even-toned sometimes soft spoke pacifist. He was smart he held several degrees in several fields. Currently, he was teaching law classes at the University of Idaho alongside Nobunaga and Ieyasu. So Daisy was surprised to see him here of all days.

“I thought you hand classes and a study hall today Mitsunari,” she said without missing a beat or showing she hand caught the look in his eye.

Mitsunari smirked at her knowing she was just bating him, Boy he loved it wan she played this game with him, it always made things more interesting as well as unpriceable. And if there was one thing he didn’t like it was unpriceable and mild manner Daisy was a wild card he never knew what to expect with her.

Like him, her outward apprentices was of a sweet mild-mannered Librarian. She was smart like he was she hand degrees in creative writing. English Lit, and book restoration, as well as she, spoke Japanese, French, German, and Gaelic fluently.

She was soft spoken most of the time but she had her moments where she could be like her twin sister May. Outspoken and blunt to a fault but unlike her twin, she delivered it in a way that sounded sweet and kind not blunt and bitch like May was. But both twins shared one more thing in common that's how he found out about Daisy kinks, May was an open book Daisy she was a true hidden treasure he had to plunder and did quite often. one would never guess by looking at her, that like him she delights in some of the things one would read in fifty shades of gray and the books that followed after that one. Yes, Daisy and May might look like a carbon copy of one another but that's as far as it went. Daisy had class and heald herself as a lady at all times and that's what he loved about her.

As he thought about all of this Mitsunari watched Daisy reshelve the few books that had been returned. He knew full and well he had yet to answer her question about why he was not teaching this afternoon and he let it hang in the air unanswered.

Daisy turned to look at him the library’s control and catalog tablet in her hand. She was just about to dim the lights and arm the security system when he took it from her.

His purple hues scanned the tablet and he pressed the iCone that opened up the library's security, lighting and windows control system.

“ I didn’t install this state of the art window, lighting and security, system in my library for it not to be used, “ he said the words as the windows from the outside tinted so that no one could see in but anyone in the library could still see outside.

Daisy arched a brow at him a knowingly lovely smirk on her lips

“Why Mr. Ishida I use theme all the time wan I close the library down for the night “ she chided back at him her tone playful with that hint of her naughty side showing through.

As she had said the words she had plucked the tablet back from his hands and started to saunter off to the library’s check out and returns counter. She even threw an alluring look at him from over her shoulder as she spoke.

The counter sat at the center back of the library and one could look out and see all but one corner of the library and that corner was Mitsunari’s. And wan he was in it he had the full view of the short stacks of books and shelves. Daisy turned her head to that part of the library her lips pressing to gather. And Oh how they puckered into a full plump lip pout that always brought Mitsunari to his knees wan he saw it. Softly he cursed to himself if he didn’t take control over her soon he have to become the brat tamer not his favorite thing to do or at least not what he was thinking for today.

Mitsunari’s footsteps were silent as he moved, he watched Dazy stop and freeze in her tracks. Once she caught him on the prowl, Oh and prowl he did in a nice circle around her, his gemstone eyes of sparkling purple Sapphire now a dark deep dusky shade of purple showed her just where his mind was at that moment.

There was a rough gravelly tone to his tenor voice wan he spoke.

“I'm not in the mood for this game today Dazy” he plucked the table from her hands and placed it on the counter his eyes never leaving her as he did so.

Without missing a step even after taking the tablet from her He kept moving around her like a hunter stalking and toying with it pray. Daisy’s blood started pumping and rushing through her veins. the beat of her own heart filed her ears as it began to beat just a little bit faster. Her breathing picked up slightly her breaths becoming just a bit heavier now. She watched him her eyes only ever leaving him when he rounded to her back. Dazy had a small blinded spot she could not see from the ether corner of her eye even if she turned her head.

Oh, and he picked just that spot to stop right at her back. One of his hands reached out with long elegant fingers to brush whisper soft up the back of her neck. His fingers crept their way to her bun. She felt his nimble fingers find the bobby pines and slip theme free. It was only a few pines today seeing as she hand braided her hair and coiled it on her head. She felt his hand working to uncoil the braid of her dark cinnamon locks. if he would have let the braid fall it would have come to just about her waist. Then she felt him wind the braid about his wrist.

She gasped softly as she felt him tug back just a bit. About half of her braid was snaked around Mitsunari wrist and lower arm and she could feel the heaviness of it like a weight drawing her down. As he softly pulled on her hair he spoke by her ear.

“ remember what we talked about a few days ago “ the words where smoothly purred but there was a commanding edge to hem.

Her peridot eyes widened with his words and she had to bit her lip from gasping out her excitement

“yes “ the word was breathy when she spoke it

“Good “ was all he said as he used her braid to pull her back and to his chest.

Without saying a word his free hand found its way to her waist to take a firm grip on her Then he guided her along to a set of vintage old schoolhouse desks. Once there he sat on the top of one of the desks he pulled her into his lap.

“ you have been bratty today Daisy, “ he said as he let go of her hair and position her in his lap so that she was sitting across it

Daisy gave him a pout but that didn't stop him for what he did next he patted what little open space on his lap he had.

“ lay across my lap Daisy on your tummy “

it was the most commanding Daisy had ever heard that man speak. un tel now she didn’t know he could muster a look and tone as equal, if not more so than Azuchi houses ver own dictator Nobunaga. God that man was like Mussolini in the way he ran the towns only boarding house and bed and breakfast.

Daisy was liking this side of Mitsunari it suited him well. SO she couldn’t keep the excitement from her voice wan she spoke.

“ yes Mr. Ishida as you wish “

She said the words as she laid over his lap, wiggling her tight nicely rounded backside she could not help being bratty she just had to, her excitement and anticipation were too high. And then she felt his hands sliding up her white, black and red plaid skirt. His hand started that at the hem of her skirt, witched came to just half an inch blew the crook of the back of her knees. Ever so slowly his hand inched its way up to her plump well-shaped backside.

She giggled softly knowing what was coming she even tried to hide it. She couldn't help it was a nervous habit both her and her sister shared. And that she was nervous with building anticipation. Daisy hand to bite her lower lip to the point she almost drew blood so as not to further make Mr. Ishida think she was just being bratty.

Mitsunari palmed both the cheeks to her firm round ass, kneading each cheek in his hand before pulling it back. There was a loud smack that rang out and echoed off the library walls. And oh was it a satisfying sound to his ears that good hard smack to Daisy's backside. the sting in his hand was the most exhilarating strangely erotic sensation he had ever felt.

Daisy gasped as soon as his hand met her well-toned derriere before she felt the sting of it, witch hand her now whimpering softly and wiggling slightly in his lap. It was like her backside was on fire where his hand come down on. It was hot and ohhhh the sting of it hurt so good, it made her toes curl while her tummy fluttered with worm swirls of dark delight. Then she felt another spanking than another and more still, each one with a swift firm hand. And she moaned in lustful delight with every one of theme she even thanked Mr. Ishida wan she could.

Mitsunari blood was pumping with sinful delight from speaking Dazy and his lustfulness showed in his words wan he spoke.

“Stand up Daisy and face me “ he commanded of her

“Yes Mr. Ishida “ she simply stated on a breathy lustful gasp

Daisy did as he asks her to and was now facing him

“good girl “ he purred out “now call me Professor Ishida until I say otherwise “

Daisy’s peridot green eyes went wide and she made a soft sound as if his very words had given her a small orgasm.

“ Yes, Professor Ishida” came her words to let him know she was going to comply with the demand.

Mitsunari leaned back slightly his eyes roaming over Dazys lovely shape as he turned the words she just spoke over in his mind. He drank in the sight of her, How her pale cheeks were slightly flush with her hot running passion and desire the rises and fall of her chest in her heated state.

A finger came to his lips and he taped theme in thought

“On second thought just call me Professor “ he liked the sound of that more

“and take your blouses off as well it’s hiding what I truly like to see” he added that command to the other one he handed just handed out.

“Yes Professor “ came her words with a sinfully naughty sultry look as she unbuttoned the first button on her red blouse

Mitsunari watched Daisy intently as she oh so painfully slowly worked to undo every button. She stopped every one to give him a coy sultry smile and wan she got the ones that were right in the valley of her overly voluptuous breasts, she stopped to softly push theme to gather. Oh, and one almost popped out they were that large. Daisy and her sister May could put Dolly Parton to shame, they both were 5 foot nothing like the country singer and built like her tiny little waist and so topheavy you'd think they fall over.

He watched Daisy with great delight as his pants got tighter even with the loose boxes he hand on. Mitsunari hand to undo his belt as well as unbutton his slacks and it still wasn’t enough . in a breath he pulled Daisy to him and stopped her from fully slipping her arms out of her red blouse, which now hung just off her shoulders.

He placed his head in the valley of her breasts and breathed in her he sweet scent. she smelt of amber frankness and Muar and there was a soft rose floral note. he groaned on a breath as he breathed her in. he could not hold out much longer he was already throbbing aching with a carnal need.

Mitsunari took a ragged breath before he feathered kisses on the rounds of her breasts. His hand came to both her oversized mounds and kneading theme before his finger hungrily pulled back the lacy fabric of her bra to reveal her large erect nipples. greedily he found one and took it into his mouth sucking on it and rolling his tongue over the stiff nub

Daisy's hands came to his head her fingers softly gripping at his silvery locks as he worked magic with his mouth on her luscious breasts. And Oh God, he took his time in lavishing her full ripe melons drawing the sweetest and sinfully naughty gaps and moans from her. By the time he came up for air she was clinging to him her fingers so tightly threaded in his locks he knew if he moved from her she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own.

Mitsunari smoothly guided Daisy and laid her out on top of the set of schoolhouse desks. His hands sliding down her ribcage than her hips before he picked up one of her legs and locked it about his waist. With a hot carnal need he pulled her burning heat so tight agents his throbbing member he could feel how wet and ready she was for him even though her panties and his boxers

“Good god Daisy “ came his words filed with his passion and burning lust to have her.

He leaned down over her and took her lips in a heated needy kiss stealing any words she was about to say. Mitsunari drank from her lips like a man lost in the desert without water that hand just found an oasis. His tongue darted from his mouth and teased her lips to part so he could plumb it’s depths and coxing her tongue to dances with his. He groaned with delight into her mouth every time her hips would rock and grind agents his rock hard throbbing need, yet he never broke that claiming demanding kiss.

Daisy’s hands worked to pull his light plume color button-down dress shirt free of his slacks. Mitsunari without breaking the kiss worked his elegant fingers nimbly down the row of buttons to reveal this well-toned chest. By the gods, her hands were like magic as they dance over his pecs and shoulders. Ahww the way her nails raked over his skin or how they bit in leaving little crescent moons on his shoulder blades this only pushed him deeper into sinful wanting.

The power and ferocity in which he kissed her left theme both breathless once he broke it. They both were panting and gasping for air. it was on a long soft moaned that dripped from Daisy’s lips that shot right through him like a wildfire

“Oh professor” it was just two words but what they did to him and his senses it was Madness and torture all in one. And he was lost in it

In one quick breath, his hands were pushing up her pencil skirt, hiking it all the up to reveal her black lace panties. her breath hitched and back arched when he feather soft, brushed a finger over her heated core through the lacy fabric covering it . and Oh how very very wet with need she was.

“Oh so needy whatever should I do “ came his words that sound more like something Mitsuhide would say, but coming for him they had a more devilishly sinful note to them “whatever you wish professor” Daisy panted out the words which tremble with her state of need.

Then there was that delight full gasp of plusher. God he so loved to hear that gasp from her wan he slipped a finger under the fabric and pushed into her hot wet core. Yes, he took his time in finger her twisting and turning a finger sometimes he added one more just to extract the right sounds from her he wanted to hear. And Oh when she cried out professor and yes he would reward her with teasing kisses on her inner thigh. He took his time in removing her panties before he went to write lyrics of love with mouth and tongue on her hidden pearl and the soft petals of her flowered core.

Daisy’s hips bucked as she found it hard to catch her breath and harder still to form words. Her hands once more found the silvery locks of Mitsunari’s hair. Her grip on them so tightly she was pulling him closer to her sex she could feel him moan into it. Soon he hand brought her to the edge and sent her over it on a crashing tidal wave. she cried out in her release praising him and all the gods in the havens.

Mitsunari slowly pulled himself from between her creamy thighs his lips and chin gleaming with her sweet nectar. His eyes were smoldering hot as there bore into her yellow-green hues. With his eyes locked on hers as he licked his fingers clean then his lips.

“My My Daisy you tasted delightful “ came his gravely husky words as he slowly prowled his chest over her exposed breasts.

His hand deftly pulled her panties down as he took her lips in a feverish kiss letting her taste of herself. With one hand he took hold of his throbbing shaft and guided to the opening of her slick wet love tunnel but he didn’t enter her just yet.

“I want to hear you begging me for what you truly want Daisy “ he purred out smoothly his eyes never leaving hers.

“Hnaw” she whimpered as her hips rocked up and pushed agents the head of his throbbing shaft

“oh for the love of all that's holy fuck me already “her words were labored and spoken with gasping pants showing her eager hungry need to have him take her.

“Is that how you beg Daisy like a shameful slut and wanted whore” his words where a lustful growl as his hand came to her neck.

Mitsunari took hold of her neck his long fingers splayed out over her throat He didn’t fully choke her but he applied enough pressure to give the feeling of it without cutting off her air supply. The power and control he felt right now were to his liking and he felt his own cock as it throbs in his hand in response. “Please please fuck me Mitsunari “ Daisy begged of him her hips rolling and bucking wildly under him

That was all he needed to hear from her before he barred himself hilt deep in her tight warm wet treasure chest.

Mitsunari took her with a fevered fury pounding in and out of her so fast and hard the desks he hand laid her on rattled and banged agents one another. And oh the things that came from his mouth the words he used he would never in his right mind say or call a lady. But he knew Daisy got off on some of the degrading things he was saying. And never once did his hand leave her throat that gentle but tight hold he had on it a reminder of his establishes dominance in control over her.

He railed here until they both came, and when he did find his release he buried himself so deep into her he knew he had hit her innermost wall.

Daisy arched her back her hips digging into his as her head lolled back she cried out his name with the hardest orgasm she had ever felt. Her hands where clutching tightly to his back and shoulder her nails having dawn blood she had been holding him that tightly. She felt his hand leave her neck and his lips softly kissing where his fingers hand left light red marks.

It was a long while for both of theme to catch their breath. They both were panting and gasping hard. Every sweet soft kiss Mitsunari left on her came with him gasping for air until his breathing went back to normal.

Mitsunari took his time with some aftercare for Daisy, showing her that sweet loving side of himself that ever one knew so well. That said everyone thought he was.

--- Hideyoshi hand walked in from the library’s back door to Mitsunari putting his hand on Daisy's neck to the moment the mild-mannered angle of the group started to railed her like a sadistic spawn of the devil himself

Shock was not the word to describe the thoughts running rampant in Hideyoshi mind. Disbelief. Anger but not at the sweet angel that was now a devil in disguise. Oh no, he was going to have a nice long talk with Mitsuhide about this, then, then he was going to sit Mitsunari down and talk to him. It was a full ten minutes before Hideyoshi realized he was watching theme like some peeping tom and a bright red blush came to his cheeks as he turned to leave. Thank god, that neither theme didn't hear him come in or leave.

--- At least an hour past as Mitsunari sat on the floor Daisy between his legs, her back pressed to his chest as they cuddled to gather. There clothing was full righted now shirts and blouses all buttoned back up and tucked back into place they exchanged some of the sweetest hugs and kisses before Dazy spoke up

“It’s late and if I know May she going to worried about me” her words were spoken in her normal sweet soft tone

Mitsunari nuzzled the back of her neck “and what if I want you to stay the night “ he asked

Daisy moved her head to his shoulder and look up to this face “mmm is that an offer form more “ she asked

He just chuckled softly as he spoke “and what if it is “

“I'm sold, “ she said with breathy words

The smile he gave was blinding “ than let me get your coat and my things “

he offered a hand to her as he spoke and helped her to her feet before going to fetch her coat and putting it around her shoulders. He then gathered this briefcase blazer and navy style winter coat

Daisy locked the back door to the Library before taking Mitsunari’s arm and walking home with him for some more after-hours experimenting and fun with him...

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peakyblinders-au · 7 years ago

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Marcas McGenniskin

Tumblr Url & Your Real Name: @92sies, Bonnie Character Full Name: Marcas McGenniskin Nicknames/Alias: Marc, Marky, genniskin Gender: he/him Gender Role: Bartender Sexual Orientation: bi Age: 14 in 1919 Birthday: 1st of January, 1905 Deathday: no this poor child goes on to fight in wwii Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland Ethnicity: Irish Romani Family Members: all dead except his kid (he gets her in season 3 at some point idk) Children: 1, a 5 year old dumped on him by an old girlfriend, her name is olive Face shape: triangle Eye colour: blue Hair colour: ginger Hairstyle: he usually ties it back into a ponytail Skin tone: fair Complexion: Body type/Build: quite thin and lithe but muscular Height: 5’7 Weight: 56 kgs Breast size: no titties. (Big titties? Small titties? No titties? You love her, you’ll love her titties) Facial Hair: none Scars/Birthmarks/Prominent Features: lotsa freckles. L o t s o f f r e c k l e s. Scar going from the top of his right shoulder down to the bottom of his left hip, chunk missing out of ear, scar on his cheek. Preferred hand: illiterate but left handed Health: able bodied Phobias: small spaces and spiders Addictions: smoking Mental Disorders: none Attitude: very kind and sweet, but can be snarky and rude as fuck when he needs Expressions: he gesticulates way too fuckin much Residence: lives in the house above the bar Political Affiliation: wouldn’t touch politics with a 10 foot pole Friends: lots of people. Enemies: he tries to stay on everyone’s good side, cause he doesn’t like the idea of being hated Boss: his dad Pets: he has a bird that hangs around while he’s working Finances: working class Marital Status: nah bruv Sex Life: write as much smut as u need this boy likes masturbation and sex (buT WAIT TILL HES LIKE. NOT A CHILD) Lovers: got the hots for a certain youngest Shelby (cough cough finn) Turn-ons: choking, gunnplay, anything to do with tying up or near death experiences. Safe words don’t exist for this boy. Turn-offs: vomit play, scat play, piss play. That shit nasty Dom or Sub: switch Fantasies: to be slowly maimed and then killed whilst having sex Occupation: works for his dad who owns the garrison Income: depends on his dad but usually enough to buy some candy and something else. Work Experience: lots Religion: Atheist agnostic Criminal Record: got picked up a couple times for pickpocketing Morals: yes Main Goal: have enough money to give his daughter a happy, care free life Ambitions: wants to become an actor Regrets: none yet Secrets: his attraction to boys, and that he sneaks off into the night sometimes to get down and dirty with boys Best memories: taking care of his lil girl Worst memories: when his mother died Hobbies: singing, playing violin Skills: shooting a gun, making up stories off the top of his head, great at maths (he’s not numerically illiterate), making a good hot chocolate Likes: his daughter, singing, playing violin, the night sky, the noises of the pub on a crowded Friday night, the smell of beer Dislikes: politics, spiders, small spaces, carrots Superstitions: If u spill salt u got bad luck, so u gotta throw salt over ur shoulder to make the bad luck go away Quirks: he hums when he works Guilty Pleasures: watching people have sex when they don’t know he’s there (fucking weirdo) Strengths: athletic ability, flexibility, persuasion, stealth, keeping secrets Weaknesses: his daughter, reading/writing, not able to hide his emotions, too easy to read Languages: English, Irish Gaelic, gypsy Accent: Irish Speech Impediments: stutters Voice: quite soft and gentle and Deep Reputation: reputation as a sweet boy who helps everyone a lot, very funny and humorous and willing to listen to anyone’s troubles. Backstory: was born in England to Irish parents, he grew up in Birmingham. His dad owned the bar, and as soon as he was tall enough to look over the top of the counter worked the cashier. He grew up with the Shelby’s always being around, and has always had a thing for Finn. He told his dad once he wanted to marry Finn, and his dad slapped him, so he from then on never told anyone about his sexuality.

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princessquotidienne · 7 years ago

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I found my old high school journal

In September of 2005 when I was 15 years old and in 10th grade I wrote the following list of things I wanted to do. I’m now 28 and I’m going to check off everything I got done lol

[x] get a science fair project idea [ ] get one of those giganticly large stuffed doggies that are at toys r us [x] read the third fruitsbasket [ ]own all of the fruitsbasket books [?] see the fruitsbasket show [ ]make strawberry sorbet [x] find school of rock DVD [x] get the rocky horror picture show tee shirt [x] go to warped tour [ ] go to ozzfest [x] go to AWA (anime weekend atlanta) [x] get new strings for my guitar [x] make sure ivan and sam come to the rocky horror picture show [x] go surfing [x] clean my room [ ] get the the jimi hendrix expierence four cd box set at costco [x] go to NYC [x] take hip hop/jazz classses again [ ] get a wah-wah [x] get a grunge pedal [ ] find out what the best wah-wah's are [ ] find out what the best grunge pedals are [x] see saturday night fever [x] go shopping with kanesha [ ]get a beret [x] get a cabbie hat [x] get the real soundtrack to rocky horror picture show [x] rent the rocky horror picture show, lmao. [kinda[] join the drama club [?] make marzio's card [x] get glitter glue [ ] get big boots with straps and buckles on them ^_^ [x] go back to roumillots on another saturday soon [ ]learn how to play fade to black my metallica [ ] learn how to play texas hold 'em [ ] get rainbow suspenders [tank top] get old school blue superman t-shirt [x] get red feather boa [x] get black feather boa [x] get red and black feather boa [ ] get purple feather boa to match tiara heehee [ ] get black angel wings [x] get pink fairy wings [little] get big pink tutu [idk what that means] get flowy russian dance skirt [barely] learn how to skate(board) [x] go to hot wheels [ ] get a new amp [ ] go to ireland [ ] get silver pentagram neckalace [ ] get silver cross neckalace [x] get silver heart locket neckalace [x] go to army surplus store [x] get combat boots [ ] get a corset. hopefully black. or black with white lace. or white with black lace. or black and red. [ ] get some uber cool stickers from granny's goodies (more trees less bush, ect.) [ ]have an apartment/house downtown [lmfao] get into an ivy league school [x] buy some sidewalk chalk [ ] get a cat [x] get anti-allergy to cats medicine [x] go to a show at cumberlands soon [ ] get the wonderbread look-a-like shirt from Boywonder (boywondermusic.com) [x] get the no spitting in church cd by boy wonder [ x] go to atomic comics downtown [x] buy some bubble solution [x] buy some bubble bath [idk] get that book at fifty two forty records [not really] join the drum club [x] go to london, england [phrases] learn gaelic (irish) [phrases] learn japanese [phrases] learn latin [x] get the rust in peace album by megadeth [x] learn the whole dance to Thriller by micheal jackson [mini] get a top hat [x] get a stuffed penguin [x] go to goodwill on a rainy day [x] go back to manifest. i mean monster music. [x] find a willing boy and paint his nails. pink. [idk what this means?] get some more ####### straps [x] learn how to shag [x] take photography classes [ ] join the step team at CML [ ] find out about the face painting thing at CML [ ] learn how to tango [x] get garter-majiggs that hold up thigh-high's [x] get fishnet armwarmers [x] get a giant sparkly belt of doom [x] go to tokoyo [x] get the megadeth album with die dead enough on it [x] get the appetite for destruction album by guns n roses [x] get a superchi(c)k CD [x] find a halloween costume [x] see the movie proof [x] see the movie the corpse bride [x] see the movie say anything [x] see the movie the exorcism of emily rose WITH A FRIEND. heehee [ ] see the movie the satan bug [x] buy hand cuffs [x] buy black hair dye [x] buy red sparkles

i wonder if 15 year old me would be proud?

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benjvmins-blog · 8 years ago

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[ taron egerton ] — meet benjamin mercer, the twenty-five year old male known as the hedonistic. he is a rich kid that used to be an actor / model, but now is a mixologist at the nightwing. he is charming & intelligent, but also reckless & cocky. a song that describes him is don’t threaten me with a good time by panic! at the disco, and he is in carmel because his parents found out about his drug & sex addictions and sent him to carmel in hopes of him getting clean..

hello hello, i’m caitlyn, i’m 22 and i live in the CST and tbh i am so, so SO excited be able to open this thanks to ya’ll and i’m also pretty excited to bring this this trash can of a man for ya’ll to see!! i’ve got some more bullet points n things like that for him under the cut and a connections page up right here !! if you’d like to plot with ben, please just IM or like me because i’m super hype to plot w ya’ll!! ( i will be taking a nap for a bit so I won’t be here right when interactions start but i will be shortly after that! )

( tw: mentions of alcohol & drugs. )

BIOGRAPHY.

benjamin was born in wales, however, this was just during a visit home, his parents had moved to the US YEARS before that

his parents are VERY well known actors ( like…. they have a good 30 emmys between them… if not more ) not to mention the fact that his distant relatives was one of the people that funded captiol records…… so they’re all really well known ??

he grew up w/o having to ever lift a finger to literally do anything?? like he never had to do a damn thing which made him extremely spoiled.

however, he wasn’t the only one in the mercer clan, meaning that after he started to get older, the attention was taken off of him and was placed towards his siblings, something he didn’t fully understand and it was something that upset him.

but, even then, he loved his parents and his siblings alike and would do anything for them.

due to his parents having long movie shoots, they were never at home, meaning that ben ( and the many nannies they had ) had to raise his siblings while his parents weren’t around and for that, he resented them. he wanted to go back to the old life oh him not having to do anything.

but as he got older and went to school, he realized that maybe he wanted to do the same thing his parents did.

so he too began to pursue acting and because of his parents having many, many ties to the industry, ben had his first acting gig at the age of 9.

he quickly began to let the spotlight go to his head, causing an ego issue to rise in him even at that age.

however, even if his name was famous, his parents still made him go to school like a normal person and do things that normally people would and that leveled him ever-so-slightly.

there was a few movies that had come out within the last four years one of them being a popular action movie ( think kingsman… of course. ) and a more romantic movie ( think the notebook or la-la land. ) that skyrocked his fame to the point he’s constantly doing press for those and other things that he’s been signed for.

those movies caused a very cocky side of him to come out and he quickly gained the title of “party child” by going out every weekend, having new hook ups every other day, drinking and partying his life away while he had as much fun as he possibly could.

not only did he start partying, he also got into some pretty hard core drugs because he liked the way it made him feel..

and the tabloids quickly caught on to this behavior and addiction and started following him non-stop just to try and make him look as bad as they possibly could

now, normal people would have dropped that lifestyle the second the tabloids began dragging his name through the mud, but not ben.. in fact, he got worse.. going out almost every night, bringing a different hook up home most of those nights, going to strip clubs, regular clubs & bars… anywhere he could get his next “fix”…. it didn’t matter if that was from alcohol. drugs or sex.

after a while of this, his parents had had enough, trying to get him to change via an intervention, which only pissed ben off even more and caused him to become even worse.

so his parents gave him two choices: rehab or carmel, he chose carmel… knowing for a fact his parents wouldn’t follow him out there and that he could probably still get away with most of the things he was doing now.

PERSONALITY.

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust and doesn’t really care to get to know people. however, if someone were to break past that wall, he’d let them.

wears glasses sometimes but tbh he hates them a lot ???

loves suits… and wears them all the time when he has to do press and whatnot but if he’s out doing anything like that, he wears the hell out of ripped jeans, v-necks and motorcycle jackets more than anything in the world but will also rock tf out of sweats sometimes.

has a motorcycle that is literally his baby and he NEVER lets anyone else touch it when he’s not around like he’s …. a mess when it comes to that thing.

highkey hot mess. h i g h k e y.

fluent in a lot of languages… like a lot

terrified that people will figure out that the’s not the cocky asshole he plays so well because then it would bring up memories from the past that he doesn’t want to talk about.

will flirt w everyone, no matter what. and probably tro to sleep w them as well…

will also try to get people 2 go party w him bc that’s him in a nutshell tbh.

is actually a highkey nerd, like owns 382423 comic books and LOVES to play video games, reads books n is actually v intelligent.

because of his failing relationship, he’s found out that he rather enjoys having the company of hook ups because it’s better than being alone & having to commit to ONE person… aka he a hoe

literally…. is willing to try anything and everything if it means making himself numb to the world for a while..

cares, a lot, but pretends that he hates the world because it’s easier than letting people in.

full of horrible puns & pick up lines …

might be a higkey dom…….. like……. yikes but u know… he likes to be in charge… w everything.

can be extremely cocky ….. most of the time, esp when it comes to his line of work

can be pretty damn persuasive and manipulative when he wants to be.

likes to box, keeps him in shape all while making him look tougher ( ps: he’s probs always got bruised knuckles because of it )

is actually extremely chill once you get to know him, but doing so is a challenge not a lot of people have beaten before.

drinks……. a lot… like….. probably bleeds whiskey

STATS

BASICS

Full Name: Benjamin Reid Mercer. Nickname(s): Ben, Benji. Age: Twenty-five. Date of Birth: October 31st. Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. Place of Birth: Cardiff, Wales. Ethnicity: English American. Nationality: American. Gender: Male. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Romantic Orientation: Bisexual. Religion: N/A. Occupation: Actor / Model / Mixologist. Language(s) Spoken: Romanian, Gaelic, Welsh, Russian, Japanese, Spanish, French, Italian & English. Accent: None.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Taron Egerton. Hair Color: Brown. Eye Color: Blue. Height: 6′ 0″. Weight: 231 lbs. Build: Fit. Tattoos: too many to count. Piercings: None.

PERSONALITY

Label: The Hedonistic. Positive Traits: Charming, Intelligent, Adventurous. Negative Traits: Reckless, Cocky, Hedonistic. Fears: Acrophobia, Aphenphosmphobia, Claustrophobia, Aerophobia. Hobbies: Playing video games, playing guitar, reading comics / books, watching movies, boxing, cooking, gambling. Quirks: Believes in karma, carries a “lucky” item with them at all times, fights for animals rights, fights for gender equality, fights for human rights, fights for the legislation of marijuana / other drugs, fights for marriage equality, wears mismatched socks, counts stairs, boxes, enjoys hiking, loves board games, plays a musical instrument, plays with fire, uses pet names for everyone, tells the truth / is brutally honest no matter what, uses bad puns whenever possible. Likes: Rain, cars, shoes, boxing, baseball, football, nighttime, fall, traveling, partying, adventures, swimming, art, astronomy, greek history, tattoos, whiskey. Dislikes: seafood, heat, hugs, cuddling, staying in.

FAMILY

Father: Graham Mercer. Mother: Marie Mercer. Sibling(s): Two younger siblings. Pet(s): One husky named Balto & one tuxedo persian cat named Lucifer. Financial Status: High Class.

TESTS

Myers-Briggs: ESTP-A Enneagram: Type 8 ( The Challenger. ) Temperament: Choleric. Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

#( — ooc. )#carmel:intro #yooo... come plot w this trashcan pls #i'll love u forever

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museemagazine · 8 years ago

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Woman Crush Wednesday: Ellen Carey

When did you initially become interested in color?

In my childhood, I was raised Catholic, so looking at color in the stain glass windows at church is an early memory. The name Ellen, in Gaelic, Irish, Celtic means “light” or “bringer of light” a prescient gift from my parents, introducing fate and destiny. At Kansas City Art Institute (KCAI), my undergraduate freshman foundations program introduced me to Josef Albers and his color theory. My final project was an installation that freshman year was a wall of color; I did color printing in lithography. At SUNY@Buffalo, my MFA graduate thesis at Hallwalls was my black and white “Self-Portrait” series that experimented with a monochrome palette in the over-painting, later adding color.

Years ago, you experimented with black and white abstractions, so Struck by Light is quite the jump.

Yes and no. As stated above, color was always in my life and work, however a more concentrated effort began with my large format Polaroid 20 X 24 “Self-Portrait” series (1983-1987); I tried the large format Polaroid in black and white; it was not as visually exciting, although really early work was with the SX-70. Polaroid’s instant technology and the soft brilliance of its dyes are exceptional, but when the Polaroid Artists Support Program ended in 1987, I went back to the darkroom, starting my research on photograms. My question: ”What does an abstract photograph look like?” begins here. You are correct, in that it was years ago, and I did struggle. I began with black & white photograms, but when I turned to color, with the photogram, I realized light, photography’s indexical, was radically different, the palette electrified the composition, whether it was expressed in muted tones or bolder hues. Color is an artist’s universe and photographic color theory (RGBYMC) photography’s planet. Characteristics imbedded in our medium revealed themselves anew --- light and shadow --- with themes of interest --- love and loss, beauty and joy --- full of artistic potential, working within the visual breakthroughs found in the tenets of Abstract Expressionism, Minimal and Conceptual Art. Less-is-more is one of my experimental guide posts, rethinking photography vis-a-vis process, this eliminates the picture sign, re-arranges the hierarchy of an image that captures something “out there” to a photographic object that expresses itself “in there”; its visceral and visual, referencing the elemental wonder of photography, inside the black box of the color darkroom, which is light-tight. So I began a commitment to my discipline, a concentrated study of color in art and photography, its history and practitioners around 2000, leaving black and white behind.

How did you react after finishing your first photogram?

In black and white, I knew I was on to something, but color was the key, the turning point, opening the door to my imagination. I reacted to its wonder, imaging this is how it must have been, this incredible experience, for the earliest practitioners.

Did you know right away you wanted to go forward with making more?

Absolutely!

I saw your work at AIPAD, and what struck me when I first saw them, after being struck by the color and vibrancy, was the way they were displayed. Do you often display Struck by Light in a grid form, or does it depend on the space in which they’re being shown?

That large installation of “Dings & Shadows” was conceptually designed that way, 4 rows of 5, as RGBYMC, 20 unique color photograms total; I have done two more, one is the same size, the other slightly smaller. Size and scale are important in my work, as Robert Smithson said: “Size can be a crack in a wall or the Grand Canyon”. The “dings” are my “shadow” catchers, a “ding” is taboo in our profession, and so I am breaking with that tradition. The grid references one of the universal codes in art, the square; the other is the circle. My grid-as-photogram installation has the colors as RGBYMC, a split filter reference in the image as well as photographic color theory, a unique characteristic of our medium, like the shadow. In that particular artwork, the colors have to seamlessly flow and blend, into one-another or ricocheting off of each other, making new colors, hues or shadows. All four edges create mini-compositions, another grid, the over-all gestalt and the synoptic clarity is pristine, compelling in its color variations, with hues and high-tech vibrancy, containing high visual impact.

You’ve worked on this series for about 23 years, between 1992-2015

WOW. That is a long time! It actually extends to 2017; I have more ideas, more work to do!

How did you decide the project was finished?

By project, do you mean the whole “Struck by Light” project? Or one picture? A series, or an installation? I work until the whole image is perfect, my standards are very, very high, the ratio is 1 perfect photogram out of 5 try-outs, some days are better, and some days don’t go well. The color darkroom is light tight; so I am working blind, pitch black, different than the amber light of black/white darkroom. I love making color photograms, will continue to print as long as the paper and processor lasts!

Do you still feel the project is finished?

It is very obvious to me, and anyone who has witnessed me working, that the “object speaks back” loudly and clearly! I have my own rules, what I call the 4 C’s: Concept, Context, Content and Citation (or Site), so it works or it does not. My work is experimental, randomness and chance play key roles, followed by choice in palette and form, like automatic drawing in Dada and Surrealism; one doesn’t know what eventually will be seen, these play key roles. As you pointed out, several decades of printing have helped; the physical aspects, gaining experience over time and time is important to an artist: time to think, read, make art, write, reflect, look at art, travel, nature is wonderful too. I don’t see an end to the project; I just tried a few new ideas. “Struck by Light” is an expansive, umbrella concept.

I appreciate the number of historical references made in regards to this project, dating back to 1834 with William Henry Fox Talbot and noting Anna Atkins as the first woman practitioner and the first in color. Did you want this project to be homage to Atkins, or did it transform into that after working on it for so long and learning more and more about photograms and color?

I am working on a curatorial project and as the curator; named “Anon.” this underscores my concept of exclusion/absence in this new area of scholarship. ”Women in Colour: Anna Atkins, Color Photography and Those Struck by Light” opens mid-August thru September at The Rubber Factory (Lower East Side), the owner, Mike Tan, is hosting this group exhibition.

Briefly stated, in my research on color photography, I noticed that a lot of women were using color, a completely different skill set from black and white photography (technical, expensive, color chemistry etc.), which prompted a question: “Where would women color practitioners be without the work of Anna Atkins?”; often my project start with a question.

Colour/color photography begins with Anna Atkins, photography’s first female practitioner, first in color, with her blue cyanotypes. She also did the first photo-book, predating Talbot, and she is first to use writing in her pictures, a precursor to Word Art. Her compositions, in my opinion, point the way to minimalism and abstraction in photography, in their use of: off-frame space, a reductive palette, transformative power of color, size and scale plus many other tenets in her stellar compositions, no bigger than a page in a book. She made thousands of images, giving them away, so her gifts were literally gifts.

Colour, the British spelling, highlights that color photography has its origins in England; Atkins followed by Sarah Angelina Acland, the late Victorian, who specialized in the Sanger-Shepard process. My research found out that a DNA gene, tetrachromacy, is only carried by women; if they have this gene, women can discern color better than men, who have a higher percentage of color blindness.

So my project pays homage to Anna Atkins, whom we know very little about, while opening up a new field of scholarship on women and colour/color photography. I used my photogram practice “Struck by Light” to include many references: the twin aspects of photography and its indexical, light; as a phrase often used for inspiration, which includes the inspiration of photography, its earliest photogram as drawing with light; that history as the photogram continues today. It’s a record of light seen found in the end result, the photographic object, and with that object, light-sensitive paper was struck by (another) light. As the project’s author, my name Ellen means light and color is light, seen in nature’s rainbow, which is full of color.

WCW QUESTIONNAIRE

How would you describe your creative process in one word?

Exhilarating

If you could teach a one, one-hour class on anything, what would it be?

How to Make Color Photograms that Teaches Photographic Color Theory with a Lecture on Anna Atkins and her Cyanotypes Plus Women+Color+Photography

What is the last film you saw or book you read that inspired you?

Documentary Film: Ron Howard; “Beatles: Eight Days a Week”

Book by Henry Adams: “Tom & Jack: The Intertwining Lives of Thomas Hart Benton & Jackson Pollock”

What is the most played song in your music library?

The Greatest Hits by Barry White

How do you take your coffee?

Dark Roast with Milk - Hot!

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