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berriblossom · 22 days ago

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->Modern AU, like organized crime Fatui Buisness AU, reader is considered amab, power dynamics, you are his "dog", sugar daddy pantalone, warning for gore, blood, violence, and slight mention of collars, Fatui is a crime syndicate and the Northland bank will always collect what is in fair exchange of debt. DNI: (this is written by masc NB, so don't fetishize this pls, minors pls dni)<-

The empty restaurant with dimmed lights set a "mood" for its guests. Most glamor at the amount of detail on the pantings that hang on the wall. The guests even ignorantly claimed the false portraits to be original. Like these fools have never seen a well organized dinner set either.

"Oh, is that a Doyung Orginal?"

"My look at the engraving on the plates!"

"My goodness the wine is to die for, has to be a Mondstat staple!"

Yes, the quality and attention to detail were incredible, even in the late hours for special guests to come by and have "chats" with the staff. With the owner, head chef, and hostess standing still for him.

For a specifically special guest, he was on his way for a special meeting with the staff. The court of Fontaine never failed to disappoint with the glamor, the fusion of fontainian and Liyuen food, who could have thought? No wonder such elite laywers, officers, prosecutors, senators, and opera house performers eat here to fill their hearts and stomachs till content.

Like filthy pigs.

It sickened him to his stomach.

Pantalone hated the stiffness in the dining hall. The tables were too close together, hence no privacy in the place for actual buisness to be held. No wonder some customers complain of the noise, but then again when cheap dandelion wine is served for all service cycles, you'd get noisy too.

The carpet was tacky, it was crisp crimson with intricate detail, even the most disgusting hardwood floors would've captured the feeling within the place better. His eyes moved around, the small perfectly sculpted gray hairs swept into the neat style of his hair.

His fingers collected in his lap as the pitifully looking waitress took his order. No one was here, all customers were gone. Vacant of even the tacky suites, outdated dresses, and excessive displays of nonexistent money. But when sitting in front of the real deal, who wouldn't get nervous.

The man who owns the Norhtland Bank, the wealthiest and most accredited bank in Teyvat. The man who was a well-decorated politician, salesman, diplomat, and sponsor to some of the biggest brands and stock names in the world. The richest person to have lived in Teyvat sits before the teenager and smiles at her with a carefully crafted smile. A fake one, no less.

But even before the slaughter, the wolf can be kind to any of the sheep for the sake of better taste of their meat.

He sighs as he sips the cool glass of what feels like stale water. The chef stares frantically outside the kitchen window into the dining area. The dusty chandelier looks way more dusty and apparent than usual. The chairs at table 5 look more crooked than normal. All the smallest imperfections seem to be shown right before the finale. Pantalone crosses his leg as he flickes an nonexistent speck of dirt off his perfectly pressed dress pant leg. His black and gray suite complimenting his features, the rounds of his glasses and his gloves.

"What a shame, isn't it?" He says with a small pitiful chuckle to the waitress, as she places the plate of ragu onto the table. The dish looking the cleanest it will ever be. But even from the looks of it, well polished to a uncultured eye. It looks old, the tomatoes aren't fresh, the salt is old snd possible too dry. The onions aren't soft enough and the chew of them could make anyone vomit. The goll to charge over a hundred mora for this is honestly more of a scam than a loan with 14% interest on it in a first year.

Pantalone watches the girl shake her head, then nod. In an almost confused way. "Ah, um..no-no, it is..sir..?" Almost like a test, she feels like its a multiple choice when its actually true or false in his mind.

Sigh, what a shame. This place is a dump, better a landfill than even another department to waste money on. The taxes in this neighborhood are ridiculous anyway. Too close to the Palais Mermonia.

Out of curiosity and just to get it over with, he was always playing the patient role within his organization, but in reality, he wanted to be over with this and now. Pantalone takes a bite of the ragu, and as he thought, too salty, not fresh, and the lettuce is welted. The saliva in his mouth pools, his teeth stick, the assault on his tongue makes him gag silently. He chews slowly and swallows. His mind was made. Screw with polite conversation and then the slaughter. Their best and finale dish said enough, and his mind was made up.

"Excuse me while I make a quick phone call. While I'm outside could you call your manager and the owner of this fine establishment? I'd love to have a conversation with them."

Your phone rang while you slept in the hotel Pantalone set up on the outskirts of the court, a decent way to lay low for any job he wanted done during his political tour of the place. Even with the House of the Heart here, sone jobs required more...brutal ways to ease the tensions within the nation of solem waters.

The Fatui despite the reputation they've built for years, as a banking, diplomatic, independent governing body to help local governments and offices to aquire the stystems and supplies needed. Money, political dirt, information, a means to kill, or just power. You want it, someone had it. So even if the harbingers held such, it was too much of a "risk" for they themselves to do all the work. Why not have someone else do it?

Even the most deranged harbingers follow this rule placed by their leaders. Even that popstar Tartaglia, despite him speaking about wanted to lick the blood off a knife after cutting his finger. So it wasn't crazy for you, someone who gets whats done for a notcible price, done to be favored by someone like Pantalone.

So when that call rang through the hotel, you picked it up lazily, tiredness from the stiff and insufferable plane ride beating on your body. Scarred with what many would hope to be the ghosts that haunt your dreams rather than the ghosts of anyones beloveds. But anytime that phone rings, its always the latter.

"Yes?" No need for anything conversation or formalities, despite Pantalone scowling at it. You could hear the night air of the busy street he was on. The sound of the wind, sea air flickering through the reciver. But the sound that makes you highly alert is that wicked chuckle. A small, kind-sounding chuckle. But it's actually a sign of how pissed he is. Doing this job for 7 years teaches you a lot, without a word you stand and get ready to head wherever he wants you to be with a tired sigh.

"So good for a vacation.." you mumble as Pantalone's exhuasted and crafted smile drops. "You're incredibly lucky your the most competent one I've had. So keep the tone in check. Dogs don't bark unless needed remember?"

The warning was in plain sight, even with rose-colored glasses it was a stark sight. Your roll your eyes as he complains about the stupid little dump of a restaurant and how piss poor the quality is. And something about a shitty ragu? You sigh and put on your boots as you finsh getting dressed, half the time you barely catch what hes upset about. But for now its better to pretend.

"Since i can tell you're not listening fully. Get over to this dump within the next 10 minutes. Wear your uniform and don't be late. Be a good dog."

Like always, you always are. So without a word you let him hang up and huff as you tighten the straps to the simple leather harness he had you wear. Gloves, check. Boots, check. And finally a token from Pantalone for his favorite dog...a beautiful reminder that your freedom is imminent.

When you arrive(3 minutes early), you stick to the shadows and watch from the corner of the restaurant front house as Pantalone grills the staff on the quality of food. When in reality he could not give a shit for it, but hey? What good is it for a show?

"But gentlemen it truly amazes me how incompetent you are. It's such a shame, that for what...11 years we have donated various amounts to see this place prosper when in reality, the Northland Bank has been wasting millions of mora on a shack like this? Such a deaperate shame."

As soon as his tone became pointed, the change in tone. It was time to move, so you waisted, arms crosses and head turned down as you waited.

"For the Tsarista's sake. You'd think I'd note the amount of money missing from...." it all drowned out for you, you knew how impatient he really was, and his body language hid it, but never the voice. You kick off the wall and walk into the dining area of the restaurant as the owner and manager argue with Pantalone in desperation about how its not a watse.

"No gentlemen, I really think it is. Not to add the amount of money you've embezzled with the small business loans we've given. 5.6 million mora missing from the original 12 million in 11 years? Over 100k a month in sales but yet so little profit made? You must think of my gratitude as useless?"

The owner, sweating like a pig on its way to the slaughter house, held his hands up in disagreement and a final wave to uphole peace. His stuttering pleas, even pitiful and frankly stomach- curling snotty tears all come to a halt when you stand behind him. The manager kneeling on the floor begging for forgiveness of his greed, looks up and sees the thing many who take money up with the Northland Bank fears most.

"Gentlemen, I see you've noticed my dear friend here. You see...-" Pantalone sits on the edge of the table, the staff of thr restaurant stand in the entryway of the kithcen and serving station in fear. Escape is useless, you liked hunting as a sport anways.

"You see, I despise, liars. I really do, and something that makes me just so...displeased is when my hard earned kindess is treated with lies and disrespect. I gave you the money, happy to support a in-need business. Like a basket case chairty...but to see the money, my money. My mora, used like....this?"

Your hand comes to the shoulder of the owner as Pantalones monolog comes to a fateful end. "So...well...theres no need for a second chance...not after your greedy showcase...but i will say....-" He stands and downs the rest of the water in a long and slow sip. "The Northland Bank will send some beautifully picked flowers for your services."

With a snap of his fingers, as he turned his back to the pleading staff and owners, he speaks lowly.

"Sick 'em."

As he leaves, the owner, an elder balding man scrambles to cling onto Pantalones leg, but as he reaches out, the hand on his shoulder, your hand grabs him by the chin, and with a small movement...

crack!

The mans head is shot upward, eyes glazed over and gray as his body is lifeless and limp, jaw clenched permanently as his spine is stilted. A pen kept on your person, stuck in the back of his head to keep it in place as blood drips like honey onto the crimson carpet. The the spray started, like the fountain of Lucine, except instead of a prayer for new life, it was one to cling onto. The pen was shoved until the clicker was sticking out. You let go of his head as his body lumped onto the ground. By the time Pantalone is out of the door, screams of terror, fear, and pure agony ring out as well as the stupid tacky chime of the entrance bell of this dump of a restaurant. With your nonchalant espression as he knows, his dog will handle it.

By the next hour when the noise died down, he returns with a expensive cigar, lightening it with a silver lighter. Pantalone enters and sees just the beautiful spread of color. As you packed up and chopped bodies like they were hog meat with the same dull knives used to make any shitty dish within this dump. Blood decorated even the onion colored wallpaper, soaking and staining. He looks down and sees the bodies all in bags, no bullets, meaning your must've used your hands.

When he entered the kitchen to see you chopping the arm of one of the waiters, he notes how uncaring your eyes were. Like this was just another Wednesday to you, your eyes glazed in concentration as you bang the butchers knife into the cutting board to hack the arm away. Veins and coagulted blood splays all around, but in his eyes, it was so beautiful....

And alluring.

He walked closer and tilted your chin to meet his gaze, bringing his nose to your cheek, he inhales the iron sting and copper twang painted on your skin, even if you scrubbed every micro-inch off he could still smell it. With the deep inhale, he smiles against your cheeck as you hold still, almost numb to the exchange. "Yes...good....such....goood...my good boy..." he waits for you to finish, like you were programed to.

"You're only good, boy, sir." You repeat like always back, even if its for money, his obsessed mind games, power, ego stroking, you will always repeat it back. Like a good dog.

He grins as he pressed his lips onto your cheek, almost tryung to dabb it away with a lick, he pulls away and notes. "The mess will be cleaned tomorrow, this place is going to be burned anways, now come, i need my dog for a walk."

-> teehe...can you tell i wrote this at 3 A.M?

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blues824 · 1 year ago

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I love the way you write the headcanons about the First Years + Ortho going to the reader's world! Could you do the same with the Second Years, please?

Riddle Rosehearts

Favorite Country/City: He would love to go visit Stratford-Upon-Avon in England, as he is one to enjoy being in the city of one of the most famous playwrights and authors in history: William Shakespeare. Also, there is tea available at most shops, so he will still be able to follow the Queen of Hearts’ rules.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: Again, his favorite dish is strawberry tarts, and they apparently originate in France as tarts were used to showcase the seasonal not-berries. That aside, he also does appreciate French cuisine as a whole.

Favorite Drink: Again, he enjoys tea, but I think he would like strawberry lemonade. More specifically, the strawberry lemonade from those restaurants that put those slices of strawberries into the drink.

Favorite Souvenir: A small Shakespeare bust that he can place on a bookshelf as a book holder.

Favorite Singers/Songs: He absolutely loves classical music, specifically from the Classical Era. He prefers the classics: Bach, Beethoven, Marianna Martines, etc. Favorite song would be Für Elise, by Ludwig van Beethoven.

Favorite Movie: The Phantom of the Opera, but the 1927 silent film version.

Ruggie Bucchi

Favorite Country/City: I originally was going to say that he would have liked Luxembourg because it’s one of the richest countries in the world, but I decided that would be too easy. I feel like he would love to go to Cairo in Egypt. It’s very rich in history and culture, and I’ve heard they have good food (someone confirm, plz).

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: His favorite food is donuts, and I looked it up and they apparently originate from either Ancient Greece/Rome or Medieval Arab chefs. That being said, either cuisines (Greek, Italian, or Middle Eastern) would be his favorite. He has a very diverse palate.

Favorite Drink: Depending on if he prefers coffee or tea, he would like either Mazboot or even Zjada coffee, or karkade (please correct me on any of this, I am not from the Middle East and have never been so if it’s incorrect you can tell me. Got this info from online).

Favorite Souvenir: A small, handmade pot that he found at one of the markets. He thought it looked interesting and thus purchased it. The vendor was really kind as well.

Favorite Singers/Songs: This is kind of hard, but AMERICAN HORROR SHOW by SNOW WIFE would be his favorite, meaning hyperpop would be his favorite genre. He gives me TikTok boy vibes for some reason, and he would also like most songs that popped up on his FYP.

Favorite Movie: Lion King, and I’m not trying to be funny. He just likes the “It’s not funny, Ed”, where Ed erupts even more into laughter. It makes him snicker a bit as well. Maybe I was trying to be funny.

Azul Ashengrotto

Favorite Country/City: He would love the township of Cavendish in Prince Edward Island, Canada. It’s got the ocean, it’s got the small town vibes, and it inspired L.M. Montgomery’s fictional town of Avonlea in Anne of Green Gables. Speaking of, he would totally resonate with Anne because they both entered a society that they weren’t knowledgeable of the norms of.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: Because he loves fried chicken, I would say his favorite cuisine is that of the Southern United States. You can’t go wrong with coleslaw, cornbread, green beans, mashed potatoes, and Southern hospitality.

Favorite Drink: Iced Tea, specifically from the Southern states as well. If we’re talking about cocktails, then Long Island Iced Tea would be his go-to. However, he prefers to drink at home because he doesn’t have to call anyone to pick him up.

Favorite Souvenir: It’s stated that he likes collecting coins, so yeah.

Favorite Singers/Songs: This man loves Elvis Presley’s music, and no one can fight me on this. He’s a bit of a hopeless romantic, so he loves either Heartbreak Hotel or Can’t Help Falling in Love is his favorite song.

Favorite Movie: Romeo and Juliet, the one starring Leonardo DiCaprio. The movie’s great, the actor not so much. He’s a bit of a hopeless romantic, as I stated before, so he would very much like a Romeo to his Juliet. Mans wants to be in a tower with a window sill and he wants someone to be standing below to talk to in a romantic way.

Jade Leech

Favorite Country/City: He loved going scuba diving in the Mariana Trench, and since the Trench is located between Hawaii and the Philippines, I think he would love staying in the Philippines. The city he favors would be Boracay, even though it’s in the middle of the Philippine Islands and a bit further from the East.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: His favorite dish is octopus carpaccio, and it’s kind of obvious that it’s Italian. He does enjoy Italian cuisine as a whole as well. However, if we are taking the octopus components of the dish, then I believe he would also be a lover of Japanese cuisine.

Favorite Drink: It is recommended that with octopus carpaccio, you should have a Pinot noir, and he agrees. However, if he’s just going to a bar, he would order a limoncello spritz. It’s typically a post-dinner drink, and he likes the lemon flavor along with the kind-of-like-soda, kind-of-like-wine game that the drink offers him.

Favorite Souvenir: He loves smaller, easily portable trinkets, so as basic as it is he loves collecting keychains and magnets. His favorite keychain is a shell that had a hole in it, and a small child actually handed it to him out of nowhere. He got a ring and attached it to his backpack.

Favorite Singers/Songs: His favorite song is 24 / 7 / 365, by Surfaces. It’s laidback, it’s chill, and he likes it. Songs that remind him of the beach are ones that he likes. He plays it when he’s attending to his terrariums.

Favorite Movie: Jaws, and none of the sequels. All the sequels suck. He has watched the first Jaws so many times that he sings along with Quint when he starts singing “Farewell and Adieu You Fair Spanish Ladies”.

Floyd Leech

Favorite Country/City: He wants to go places where he can do things whenever it strikes him. He would also want to go somewhere with clear water. Thus, I believe he would love to go to Tahiti. There’s a market, he can go scuba diving with whales and sharks, he can go surfing, he can go to the museum, and if he wants to stay in his hotel room then he can.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: His favorite dish is Takoyaki, so I think it’s safe to assume that he likes Japanese cuisine. However, it is stated that shiitake mushrooms come from mountainous regions in China, Japan, Indonesia, and Taiwan, so he likes any dishes without the mentioned mushrooms.

Favorite Drink: As funny as it is, Sex on the Beach, as it’s a summer drink that he loves to enjoy on the beach. Also, he has the emotional maturity of a 7th grade boy, and the name was hilarious to him.

Favorite Souvenir: Two little figurines of a guy and a girl dancing with each other. They fit together in a way that was complex, making it a puzzle of sorts.

Favorite Singers/Songs: Either Laffy Taffy or Sneaky Link 2.0 are his favorite songs. This man is searching for his Mrs. Bubblegum. He is looking to be somebody’s sneaky link. He lives for drama, and no one can tell me otherwise.

Favorite Movie: The Meg, because who doesn’t love a giant, prehistoric shark that escapes from the gaseous layer at the bottom of the Mariana Trench? He has sharp teeth like the megalodon, and he likes the jumpscare where the shark jumps up.

Kalim Al-Asim

Favorite Country/City: He loves tropical areas, but he loved the Bahamas and the capital of Nassau the most. The resort there was great, and the people were very friendly. It was a laid back time, and it was not even a five minute walk to the beach. Plus, coconuts grow there apparently (correct me if I’m wrong), and coconut juice is his favorite food.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: A lot of Thai food, specifically the desserts, use the flesh of the coconut, so I think I have substantial evidence to say that he does like Thai food. He would be very hesitant to try Thai curry, though… unless he had somebody to try it with him.

Favorite Drink: Piña Colada, doesn’t matter if it’s virgin or not. He loves the song that accompanies it as well. Anyways, the drink is a very fruit-filled drink. He thinks it’s the right amount of sweetness, so he loves to enjoy it.

Favorite Souvenir: A singular photograph, as he somehow found himself involved in a volunteer program and he took a picture with children from one of the villages he was volunteering at.

Favorite Singers/Songs: He also likes songs that remind him of the beach, and I stated that he probably likes the song Escape (The Piña Colada Song), but it’s not his favorite. His favorite song would be Celebration, by Maffio, Farruko, and Akon (feat. Ky-Mani Marley).

Favorite Movie: I have a feeling that he would love the movie Shrek. It’s funny, a lot of memes have been made from all the movies, all the sequels are great. What’s not to love about the movie(s)?

Jamil Viper

Favorite Country/City: He gives me a vibe that I resonate with on the historical front, so I would think he would like to visit somewhere in the Middle East, as that is where ancient Mesopotamia was. Specifically, he would love to visit Ur, in Iraq. Not only is it located in a desert (familiar territory), but it’s one of (if not the) first cities in the world.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: Unlike Kalim, he loves curry, so that gives me reason to believe that he would enjoy Indian cuisine the most. Syrian food comes in second for him (I spend a lot of time at my friend’s Syrian house and they make good food… I’m hungry now).

Favorite Drink: This was difficult, but I feel like he would move towards margaritas, and not just because of the song. Because curry can be spicy, I would say he likes a spicy margarita as well. His favorite non-alcoholic drink would be a mangonada.

Favorite Souvenir: All the books he picked up to learn different languages. He learned along the way as well, and all of the books have annotations within them so he has them for future reference.

Favorite Singers/Songs: He likes breakdancing, so he likes any song he can breakdance to. I am not very involved within this genre of music, so after doing some research I have come to the conclusion that he would love the song The Witch, by the Bamboos.

Favorite Movie: Footloose, as it’s a movie about dancing and rock music being banned. He saw it because it looked interesting, and he learned the Footloose dance. Also, the song Holdin’ Out For a Hero makes him feel like he wants to be someone’s hero.

Silver

Favorite Country/City: Carrickfergus, as it holds the Carrickfergus Castle. It may be a Norman castle, but it’s because of the history (and the fact that he may be based off of both the Princess and the Prince and thus deserves a castle {personal opinion}) that he enjoys his time in the town.

Favorite Cuisine/Dish: This is the first time I’ve actually dove into investigating Silver’s likes and dislikes, and apparently he likes mushroom risotto, which is thought to originate from the Italian region of Lombardy.

Favorite Drink: He strikes me as the type to like wine, and not the bitter stuff. He likes sweeter wines, especially white wines as they pair nicely with the risotto he loves.

Favorite Souvenir: A journal, in which he writes about his many journeys around the world.

Favorite Singers/Songs: I think he is a Swiftie. That being said, his favorite song would be Love Story, as he is looking for his Juliet. However, he is not one of those over-excited fans who will tear someone up for saying they don’t like Taylor Swift’s songs. He will just judge them quietly.

Favorite Movie: Gladiator, partially for the plot, partially for Russel Crowe. It reminds him of the training he had to go through as a knight.

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idk6123 · 6 months ago

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An Arranged Marriage For The Richest (Derby Harrington X Male Reader)

Derby life’s goal is to follow his father’s footstep and become as successful as him. Being the heir of an oil digging made his life so much easier. Being the richest of the rich. Buying expensive things a regular person needs to work for in a year or two. That is his life, and it’s all thanks to his father. Because of that, he listens to him dearly, to the point of choosing his future partner, which is Pinky, his cousin. Other people find it weird, but he doesn’t mind it. He does mind how much attention she seeks of him. To his luck, he got a better offer.

“You wish to speak to me, father?”

“Yes.” Inside of his office, Mr. Harrington sits behind his desk while addressing the issue. “I know you got an arranged marriage with your cousin, Pinky. However, we have to cancel that deal, because I found a better offer.”

Derby looks surprised. “Who is it?”

“It’s our rival, Mendez. With this deal, we can fuse the two biggest oil companies in America to become the number one in the world.” Mr. Harrington sounds excited with the plan. “We have dinner with them this Saturday, where you meet your future spouse. That being said, Mendez’s heir is a son as well, so you will be marrying a man, but I don’t expect that being a problem.”

“Of course not.” Derby honestly doesn’t care if he needs to marry off a guy or a girl. All he just wants to do is making his father proud. “Won’t that be a problem with your friends? Your son marrying another man?”

“They have nothing to complain about when we have twice amount the money.” Mr. Harrington assures. “His name is Y/N Mendez, remember that. Make sure to treat him like a gentleman.”

“Of course, father.”

With their fancy clothes on, Derby and his father are being driven by their personal chauffeur towards the Mendez’s mansion. It’s around the size of their own, with a gorgeous, well taken care garden. After they parked the car, they get to the gate and grants access to come in. Once at the door, they get greeted by the rich family.

“Mr. Harrington. It’s a pleasure allowing you to come in our house.” Mr. Mendez greets him with an arm. His wife is next to him. “And it’s an honor meeting you, Derby Harrington.”

After fancy introductions, they get in the mansion, seeing the grand entrance of the building. The guests put their jackets away and follow the couple to the dining room. Once there, they see their son.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Harrington, and his son, Derby Harrington.”

“Pleasure meeting you.” Y/N shakes both of their hands.

“Like wise.” Derby says with a handsome smile.

After some talking, the five of them sit down at the large dining table. Maids and butlers set down the plates of food that is freshly prepared from the chefs. As they begin eating their fancy food, the five of them chat, mostly about business stuff. Though since both teens doesn’t have much experience with it, they barely talk. That’s why Y/N begins to talk to his future husband.

“Where do you go to school?”

“Bullworth Academy. What about you?”

“Redwood Academy.” Y/N responds. “Isn’t Bullworth that school filled with psychos?”

“Sadly, yes.” Derby replies with a chuckle. “We have poor, poorer, and poorest. Brainless monkey’s without brains and nerds without any spine. I’m lucky I got 8 fellow preps that makes the school less horrible.”

“Sounds rough. My school isn’t any better.” Y/N smiles as well. “We have punks that don’t bother showering. Goths and theater kids that seeks attention. Teens addicted to drugs. It’s honestly sad that schools nowadays allow people like that on their ground.”

“I wholeheartedly agree. How about hobbies?”

“Swimming, poker, martial art. I’m considering shooting in the future.”

“Looks like we got the same interests as well.” The blonde says with a smirk. “I’m more of the art of boxing myself. It’s something my group takes pride in. My dearest friend, Bif, managed to secure us countless trophies.”

“Sounds like you’re real close with your friends. I’m guessing you’re their leader?”

“That is a good guess.” Derby complements him. “Let me take a guess as well. You’re one as well?”

“Of course. I’m inheriting my father’s company. I need to prove myself and others I can be a leader.”

Derby can share the same settlement. He didn’t expect connecting with his future husband this well. Pinky, for example, he finds her just annoying and demanding. Y/N, however, is someone he can relate to, and thus respect. He’s glad his father got this deal, because he would rather spent his future with someone like Y/N instead of Pinky.

Ever since that day, the two continue to get to know each other. Mostly by their parents setting up dinner parties and other events. Though they do meet up unofficially after school. They have been going steady, to the point Derby wants Y/N to meet his best friend, Bif.

“I didn’t know you liked the gents.”

“I blame Pinky for that.” Derby says with a chuckle. “Besides, if it’s an arranged marriage with someone’s son that owns another oil company. Luckily for me, he isn’t annoying.”

“Sounds like true love.” Bif sarcastically comments. “Don’t you think you should’ve describe him on what you like about him, or his personality.”

“I like about him that he isn’t annoying.”

Bif sighs, but smiles. “I would love to meet him.”

“Good. I bring him at the gym after school. Make sure not to be drenched in sweat.”

Bif leans against the ring as he awaits for his friend. As he looks at the entrance, he spots the blonde walking in, holding Y/N’s hand. Bif stands up and walks over to them.

“Bif, this is Y/N, my fiancé. Y/N, this is my best friend, Y/N.”

“It’s great to meet you. Derby told a lot about you.”

“I can say the same.” Bif makes sure to not mention about Derby’s comment about Y/N not being irritating. “Fiancé, huh? So it’s set in stone.”

“Well, there are some stuff our parents need to figure out, but I have zero doubts that won’t work out.” Derby says with a smile to his boyfriend.

“We hope to get wed after we graduate. Our plans are to study about running a company, but once that done, we’re CEO’s of the biggest oil company in the world.” Y/N says with a proud smile.

“Now we have to take care of Saudi Arabia and Chine, but let’s be honest, it’s only inevitable we have a war with them.” Derby adds.

“Which brings more profit.” Y/N also adds.

Bif can tell they’re meant to be together. “You two will be a great couple.”

“Thank you.” Derby replies. “Of course you will be invited to the wedding, as well the rest of the group.”

“Hey, how about we ask Bif for advice?”

“Hm? What can I do?”

Y/N looks back at him. “We’re discussing where to hold our marriage. We’re thinking about Paris, New York City, London-”

Bif continues to hear Y/N rambling about the most expensive wedding revenues with tens of options.

Months has passed, and the marriage is about to begin. They finally settle it down at The Biltmore Estate in North Carolina. It’s a bit smaller than they wanted it to be, but it’s good enough. Inside of the large mansion, Derby awaits in his room as he looks at himself through the mirror. Besides him is Bif, also wearing a tux.

“You look fine.”

“I don’t want to look fine. I want to look perfect.” Derby looks at himself with paranoia. “I feel like something is off. Suit fits perfectly… hair is well done…” He mutters to himself as he goes from one thing to another. “Face looks handsome…”

“You’re just nervous.”

“I’m not.” Derby assures. He turns around and looks at his back.

“Yes, you are.” Bif grabs his friend’s shoulder, forcing him to look at him. “You’re just about the marry the guy you love and spend the entire life with. This is natural. My dad felt the same way before the divorce.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. I’m beyond happy this is happening.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t be nervous.” Derby remains quiet. “Look, you look perfect. Even without your tux, you do. I know. I talked plenty of times with Y/N. He loves you, a lot. He’s like another version of you.”

Derby smiles after feeling stressed. “He’s probably stressing about this too.”

“I would bet on it. Now, let’s calm down and prepare your speech.”

Soon the marriage starts. There was a major discussion between the two family who is the man in the relationship and after a while, Derby and Y/N stepped in that they both will be. So, they stand at the altar. Derby stands with his father and his best friend, and Y/N has the same at his side. Between them is the marriage officiant, who had a speech to address the merry couple. In the audience, there are friends of both spouses, as well their father’s coworkers and friends. Some of them are more… traditional to say the least, but the fathers still thought it was a good idea to invite them just to see the look of their faces when they see one of the biggest companies in the country fusing together.

After the speech, it’s time to have both spouses to say their vows, starting with Y/N.

“I know it isn’t a long time since we met, but ever since that dinner party, I had a gut feeling you are the one. And standing here today, that gut feeling isn’t just a feeling, it’s a fact. I’m glad I’m going to spend my entire life with someone that I can relate to. Someone ambitious, strong, smart and kind. I’m inspired by you and have the motivation to make this marriage better one day after another, as well our future companies, as CEO’s.”

Then it’s Derby’s turn. “I have to say, you took the words right from the mouth. The first day we met, I know we end up together. And like you said, we’re perfect. In general and together. As a Harrington, it’s an honor to marry a Mendez. Not just as a company, but also as life partners. I make sure to treat you well, and when the time comes, make sure to stand by your side when things get tough, as you will do with me.”

And so, the rings get passed. Each spouse having the same kind of expensive diamond ring to give each other. When done, they look at each other with a smile.

“I, Derby Harrington, take me Y/N Mendez as my lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health till death parts us.”

“I, Y/N Mendez, take me Derby Harrington as my lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health till death parts us.”

“May you know kiss the groom.”

And so, the two are officially husband and husband, with the entire room clapping. In the audience, the preps are beyond happy for their leader.

“They’re so perfect…” Gord begins to tear up. “They’re the IT couple.”

“May our- I mean mine wedding be like this.” Chad reacts with awe.

“They better not divorce like their parents.” Bryce points out.

Everyone is beyond happy, except Pinky, who’s feeling salty. “This could’ve been mine wedding!”

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Part 2 High Society | Prowler!Miles Morales x Reader

Writer's notes: I guess I have to also include this but read this lil PSA. Make sure to also read my writer's notes in Part 1, Part 3.

It's been a few days since your dinner party, and you couldn't quite get Miles Morales out of your head. You were attending business school at Columbia University and decided to head on over to the library to do some studying. Books on one hand and phone on the other, you mindlessly scrolled through your friends' social media posts, that is until you bumped into someone just outside the library entrace.

"Sorry, it was my fault, I-," you started to apologize when you realized it was Miles. You blinked once, twice, to make sure it was really him.

"Careful," he responded. His half lidded eyes and smirk made you catch your breath.

"Miles?"

"Y/N, I didn't know you go here."

"Uhm yes, I do. What about you?"

"Helping out in the library is another job to make ends meet," Miles said as he slowly eyed you up and down. You couldn't quite put your finger on him, and it doesn't really help you're in denial about the fact that you're physically attracted to him.

This week was particularly stressful. You were a year behind and all of your friends had graduated already, doing things they're passionate about. As for you, business school was you parents' idea, and since you don't know what you want, you went along with it.

You weren't aware that you were in deep thought until Miles spoke, "Seems like you have a lot going on," he paused. "Wanna grab something to eat?"

The walk to where this eatery Miles had told you about was quite far but still walkable. He said it was a "hole in the wall" type of place, and that they had the best Puerto Rican food.

When you reached the place, the first thing you noticed was the aroma that filled the entire place. It was like being transported to another world where people float when they smell pie being cooled off on a window sill. You haven't realized it until you've gotten to the place that you were famished. Miles greeted some of the customers, including the cook, and led you to a corner booth.

"This place smells like heaven. Well, I don't know what heaven smells like but if it's nothing like this, I'd rather go to hell."

"I assumed you had tasted better food considering you're a L/N."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Your family is one of the richest and most powerful in the city," he paused and looked at you with a deadpanned look before continuing, "I had the idea that you had professional chefs cooking you anything you want, whenever you want." He said as he picked up the menu and started to flip through the pages.

"Don't lump me in with the rest of them," you said pointing a fork at him. "And I know what you're insinuating, Miles. You're telling me that my family's business is evil, I agree. I'm against them using people and treating them like cash cows. I'm on your side." You noticed how your voice hinted a bit of frustration towards the end.

Miles lifted a brow and said, "Is that why you're in a very prestigious business school?"

"Maybe I want to learn how to turn the company into something more ethical," you said proudly, maybe you were convincing yourself more than you were trying to convince Miles. Miles didn't say anything. Instead, he ordered for the two of you. You waited until the waiter walked away. Miles had interlocked his fingers and was eyeing you carefully. You started to become uncomfortable.

After some thought, you decided to speak up, "I should go." Miles did not speak. You decided to stand up, and that's when he stood up, walked over to your side of the booth, and sat down beside you before you could walk away.

"I'd like to leave, Miles," you said meekly.

"No," Miles said as he placed an arm on the back rest of your chair. He leaned in and placed his other hand on yours, which was visibly shaking. You realized that it was true, you are indeed spoiled, privileged, and you know nothing about the real world. If something was to happen to you now, you wouldn't know what to do. Your heart started to beat even faster when Miles leaned even closer to whisper something, "I'm not gonna hurt you, Y/N." You looked up at Miles and gave him a half smile.

When your food had arrived, he moved the hand that was at the back rest of your chair and placed them gently on your thigh. He picked up a fork with his other hand that was previously holding yours and started eating. When he noticed that you weren't eating the food, he softly squeezed your thigh and said, "Eat, mi princesa." You weren't sure if he was being condescending about it but it made your heart flutter a bit.

First bite was indeed heaven. You let out a half moan as you closed your eyes and savor the food in front of you. You saw Miles smirked from your peripheral vision. You're both halfway through your food and you started to relax. You were impressed Miles was able to eat his food with his one hand still on your thigh. Disregard the fact that you were scared shitless a few minutes ago, you decided to test his limits.

"So, Miles," you said as you moved closer to him so that his hands go just a bit further up your thighs. You were wearing a light blue satin skirt with a simple button down shirt. "What other jobs do you have?"

Miles had looked down on his hand and couldn't help but give your thighs another squeeze. He swallowed the food he was chewing before speaking, "Wouldn't you like to know, mamí."

"Yes, I would like to know that's why I asked." You said in your most bratty voice ever just to see how he would react. You have been prim and proper your whole life that this moment right here is giving you some kind of excitement you can't really explain. You would definitely be caught dead if you spoke like this in high society.

"Keep talking to me like that and I'll show you what else I can do." Miles had leaned in so close your lips were inches away from one another. Without breaking eye contact, you feel his hands move up and started rubbing your clit through the fabric. You quickly turned to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully, everyone was busy eating.

Miles continued to rub you and you let out a sigh. You had not realized it but your whole body was leaning into his touch. You felt warm all of a sudden as you let out a breathy "Please, Miles."

All of a sudden, Miles had stopped and picked up a glass of water with the hands that were on you. You pouted at him and he smirked.

"Finish your food, and let's get out of here."

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backside-into-the-heavenly · 8 months ago

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THE FACE OF THE STATUE OF LIBERTY

How did the widow of the creator of the Singer sewing machines give her face to the Statue of Liberty?

Isabella Boyer's life is like a thrilling novel. She was born in Paris, in a family of an African pastry chef father and an English mother. Her name was Isabella, a beautiful name that should have been the basis of a beautiful destiny. It quickly became clear that nature gave Isabella a special beauty.

At 20, she marries sewing machine maker Isaac Singer, 50, and after his death becomes the richest woman in the country. And no wonder she was chosen as the model for the Statue of Liberty, because she embodies the American dream come true. After becoming a widow, Isabella began traveling the world, seeking new knowledge and exciting challenges, far too young to be buried under mourning clothes.

She remarried Dutch violinist Victor Robstett, who is a world celebrity and an earl, so Isabella also becomes a countess. Soon Isabella becomes the star of showrooms in America and Europe, and is invited to all world events. At one of them, she met the famous French sculptor Frederick Bartoldi. At the time, Bartoldi was strongly impressed by his trip to the United States, by the size of the country, by its natural resources, by the population there, and had already accepted the proposal to create a statue symbolizing the independence of the United States. The sculpture was supposed to be a gift from France in honor of the 100th anniversary of the country's independence. Thus the idea of a giant statue depicting a woman holding a torch in one hand and plates in the other was born, with the date of adoption of the Declaration of Independence of the United States.

Bartoldi was so impressed by Isabella's face that he decided to use it as a model for his sculpture. Therefore, on Bedlow Island in the Gulf of New York, the Statue of Liberty was erected with the figure of an ancient goddess, but with the face of Isabella Boyer.

Isabella marries for the third time, at the age of 50, to Paul Sohege, a famous collector of art.

She died in Paris in 1904 at age 62. She is buried in Passy Cemetery.

But the statue with her face continues to rise over Bedlow Island, symbolizing America's first pride, freedom.

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coolpuppy12 · 8 months ago

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Donatello's

Located on the first floor of The Grand Promenade Hotel, Donatello's is THE premier Italian dining experience. Enjoy the richest nectar imported from the world's most renowned vineyards and dine on heavenly dishes served up by the finest chefs around.

#Doo Doo Save File #sims 4 build #sims 4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 #simblr #sims 4 simblr #magnolia promenade

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nkn0va · 9 months ago

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Hello again, I was the anon w/ the stressed S/O headcanons here to say keep up the good work and I had another set to drop in, coffee date headcanons for Bullet and Wagner! (I almost debated dropping the original ask but for wagner but I wanted to keep it fresh--! You can just call me the coffee anon lol)

Chef anon, Doodoo anon, Coffee anon. I'm liking these names we're starting to get around here.

Bullet

-When it came to dating in general, Bullet really had no idea what the hell she was doing, especially where people conventionally went for a date. Call it a consequence of being raised by a group of mercenaries.

-You decided to keep it simple after some thinking through it and decided on taking her to a cafe. It took some convincing but you managed to get her to leave her gear behind so as to not scare anyone there. Not having it does make her feel vulnerable but she did see your point.

-The cafe you end up going to ends up being a small, simple one, to ease her into it. A cozy warm atmosphere to help calm her nerves.

-You'll probably have to explain a lot of stuff on the menu for Bullet, she's likely not a coffee person. While Bullet does drink it on occasion, it's not in a fashion like this. She probably just takes whatever has the most caffeine available to keep her awake during long assignments. She's not quite used to picking coffees that suit her tastes.

-In the end though, she probably ends up going for a black coffee because that's just her and a simple sandwich they have available.

-Outside of food, Bullet really doesn't quite know how to converse in this kind of context. Mostly alone with a person she's caught feelings for is not what she's used to. Should she ask about your day? Talk about hers? Current events going on with the world? Talking about work, especially the kind of work she's in doesn't feel right? Should she try those pick-up lines she read in the Ikaruga Walker books?

-All those thoughts swim through her head all at once, none in particular winning and she just sort of...sits there. You'll have to be the one to find a satisfactory conversation to have.

-It takes Bullet a while to warm up to it, but at some point she's able to ease into it. She's more on the straightforward, blunt side, but that's part of her charm.

-The date as a whole is relatively short, but it turns out to be quite nice. Being able to unwind like that with her S/O with no threat in sight for a change was a much more pleasant experience for Bullet than she thought. She'd definitely not mind doing it again.

Miyashiro Erika Wagner

-When you manage to get with Wagner of all people, you don't really quite know how to proceed. This is a woman born of one of the richest families in the world. Not like you could do much on a date that would impress her, realistically speaking.

-That's why you find yourself surprised when she mentions the idea of just finding some nice cafe in the city to spend some time together.

-Naturally it ends up being a rather high class cafe in one of the richer, more sophisticated parts of the city. Wagner appreciates the finer things in life and she does want to impress you on your first date by giving you some of the best.

-The establishment is quite luxurious and expensive-looking, as an ordinary person you can't help but feel at least a tad out of place. The shock doesn't go away when you sit down and look at the menu. This stuff sounds significantly better than pretty much every other cafe you've been to and prices are downright outrageous. Wagner tells you not to worry though, she's more than capable of covering the bill and encourages you to order whatever you'd like.

-It's much harder than it ought to be to decide, everything just looks so damn good, but you eventually decide on whatever you end up doing. Of course upon seeing what she ordered herself it looks just as good as what you have.

-Wagner is surprisingly quick to notice this. With an amused laugh, she brings up the idea of trying a bite or two of each other's food. You of course weren't one to shoot it down. It almost makes you want to trade orders entirely. Almost.

-Wagner is much more willing and skilled than Bullet when it comes to the actual dating part, that is getting to know each other better. She can't really talk about the true nature of her job, especially if you're not an In-Birth, but she's happy to talk more about herself personally. Where she's from, her family, and the few friends she has. It's a surprisingly intriguing experience for both of you, learning more about what it's like to have come from different countries and in different socio-economic standings.

-Wagner definitely is a more straightforward person as well, but thankfully she has a lot more tact. She's more than capable of holding a conversation even when not talking about the Night and whatnot and finds herself opening up a lot more than both of you expected. It's quite nice seeing her when she lets her guard down and is more honest with you.

-Both of you share the same sentiment that this should definitely become a regular occurrence. Both for each other's company and for that damn good food.

#under night in birth #erika wagner #blazblue #blazblue bullet #cafe #headcanon #relationship headcanons #x reader #anon ask #answered

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abrthephantomq · 7 months ago

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'Encoder' Zim AU Idea Thingy

ie, Cas is Trying to World Build this Invader Zim AU he wants Alicia and Steven to Write and the whole process has got him like this:

Putting the idea behind a cut but also tagging @paynomindtotheinsanity because this was heavily inspired by a conversation we had a few days about competent!Zim but also because her characterization of Zim is *chef's kiss* in Your Eyes Are Red.

So the real concept is that instead of “Invading” planets, Irkens are sent to various alien planets throughout the universe in order to study them. And then they “assimilate” them into the Irken Empire’s vast galactic Empire.

The Irken Race are being guided by the “Control Brains” still – the Control Brains can do all the things that they can totally do in like – The Trial episode. But also note that Red (Savin) and Purple (Jazz) (like 00 version J&S where they are very, very sexually compatible but not necessarily compatible-compatible, especially as leaders, not that it matters because –) are basically puppet dictators – they know their role is just to be the public face for the Control Brains.

The thing is – the Control Brains aren’t actually Irken. They’re humans who achieved immortality. I want to say two of them but honestly? I think they’re supposed to be the 8 richest human beings from this earth. They had so much wealth and power that they basically other humans into something unrecognizable…

Well, they turned them into Irkens.

Irkens are basically the like, Worker Bees of the giant Hive Mind the Control Brains worked really hard to create, and have been creating, for the past millennia. Irkens are used to MAINTAIN the hive. They go to planets and figure out what sorts of things its societies are doing “wrong” and how fractured each world is etc and learn the history / record the issues down and then pass the information to The Tallests. The Tallests then report this information to the Control Brains, who then decide the fate of those planets.

(Read: The Control Brains then tell the Tallests that yes, these planets should be assimilated and that they need sooooo much help and guidance to learn how to have the besttttt livessssss ever and like…. the Encoders are supposed to facilitate that whole process, as well. Irkens live for many many years, they effectively don’t age because they’re genetically perfect, thanks to the cloning process, and the Paks make sure that everyone stays in LINE)

So rly – Paks keep Irkens Alive, they keep them In Line, and they essentially act as fucking thought police.

Now – here’s where it’s gonna get a bit loopy.

Irkens are Humans, right? The first race that the Control Brains assimilated into the Hive Mind? The same Hive Mind that essentially continues to feed the Control Brains desire to control EVERYTHING across the galaxy and continue to pile more and more money etc???

What happens if an Irken Encoder is sent, purposely, to Earth?

Humans shouldn’t still exist, right?

Yeah, tell that to planet Earth, circa year 2001. Humans are still there. Still “thriving.”

Professor Membrane is studying Human Genetic Manipulation. He’s made two clones of himself – a boy, and a girl. They’re both him, they’re his kids, they’re fucked up. As all families are.

Professor Membrane is also splicing Human Genetic Material with Other Species’ Genetic Material.

Except he can’t test this shit on HUMAN subjects, because that shit’s unethical.

Well…

Except he can, though.

He proved that he could clone himself, after all. Who’s to say he can’t just…. try to clone humans and manipulate their DNA that way? No one. He’s given free fucking rein because Dib and Gaz were the only “successful” human clones he’d produced, according to his research and the grants etc he was given to conduct this research, etc.

Dib and Gaz may get to live long, happy lives (as they are human beings born with Privillege – Professor Membrane’s rich as fucking hell, obvs) – but they have an untold number of “siblings” they know nothing about.

I can’t remember if it was Enter the Florpus that had Membrane working on a perpetual motion / energy machine? I think it was Enter the Florpus.

Anyway, EtF more or less proves that the Earth IZ takes place on is part of a series of different AUs. Remember, there are other dimensions, too – A Room With A Moose, for example. So this isn’t all that weird of a thing.

Thing is, these AUs exist together and overlap one another and Zim is sent to Encode Earth. Zim is a competent Irken Encoder; he has yet to fail at properly folding various planets in. He’s good at it. It essentially requires him to just conduct experiments on different races all day long and see how they work etc.

He’s so good at it, he starts to notice weird shit about the Human Race, and about the planet in general. Features of it look familiar; bits of history sound familiar, etc.

btw, he and Dib more or less have the SAME weird rival situationship happening – because Dib recognizes Zim as not a human being (“Does…. nobody see the alien sitting in class?”), and since Zim is competent at blending in and shit (and honestly? Yeah, he kinda IS in the show – at least with middle schoolers? he was REAL GOOD at getting the other kids to be on his side and not Dib’s).

So Dib grew up the same fucking pariah in his class, with Zim like – falling into the “preps” – Drumline Captain for the marching band, etc. Like, Zim is popular. The girls want to date him. The boys want to be him, etc. Prom King material, right there.

They graduate.

They go their separate ways. Dib becomes a paranormal investigator with the CIA (Swollen Eyeballs - Agent Mothman) and…

Well, he’s given a mission to assassinate a certain scientist / researcher. Someone who’s putting too many puzzle pieces together and therefore threatens to completely collapse the human race and, quite honestly, the planet – especially if he ever gets his research published. Because this scientist / researcher has been working independently for at least a decade, and every single time he releases findings, Things Happen.

The researcher / scientist / historian (lol) is Zim.

Chaos ensues.

#encoder Zim AU #yes that's what I'm calling it #I thought about 'enforcer' Zim but this feels less... something #like they're still Invaders they've just #given them a less obvious name for these 'soldiers'?#Invader Zim #Invader Zim AU #world building #idk man it's epic and I needed Cas to give me the backstory so I could properly start it #yes it's gonna be ZADR #I was given the advice to get back to my roots as a writer #Invader Zim are my roots

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Dans la cour des grands, 2

DC Comics, Batman, pre-Flashpoint / New Earth continuity - Sasha / Scarlet, OCs Prompt: grieving in the garden Content warnings: mention of sexual assault of a minor, classism, racism, rape culture, the general mess of underage sidekicks and the specific mess of having them go undercover to find rapists.

You gotta read the first part before this or none of it will make sense.

They give Tanya a full tour of the school, smiling indulgently at her candid exclamations.

Yes, the hall and its marble stairs look like a mansion (because it is). Yes, the carpets in the hallways are the softest (because they are changed every two years). Yes, the student rooms are huge (hers doubly so because no one wants to share with a pauper). Yes, the view from the windows are beautiful (because they only show the gilded world of the school, protected from the rest of Gotham by its high walls and security guards). Yes, the cafeteria tables with their perfectly white cloth and their cushioned chairs look like a fancy restaurant (because it is one, the school even hired a French chef). Yes, the school buildings are so old (for America, anyway). Yes, the classrooms look cozy (no overcrowded classes for Gotham's richest). Yes, the science labs equipment is all so modern (only the most recent and expensive). Yes, the park is huge. Yes, it has a gorgeous lawn, and students are allowed to bring a blanket to sit there on sunny days. Yes, the bushes are shaped into animals, it's actually a long-running project for the gardening club, every year they invite a professional landscaper for a one-week workshop during Spring Break. Yes, those trees in the back are apple trees, and bear fruit in summer and autumn.

They move on before Tanya can ask about what's behind those trees, behind the science building.

She blinks and smiles and follows them back to the dorms, the perfect picture of a sweet, docile charity pet.

Most of the girls lose interest in Tanya after the first day of parading her around. They don't snub her, exactly - no one comments or pushes her in the hallways. They just ignore her existence entirely.

She hears a group whispering about "people from those places" and "bad influences", but she is quickly taken away. Most of the girls lost interest in Tanya - her dorm leader didn't. Monique is a senior, and can't follow her to her classes, but as soon as their school day is over, she seeks out the newest addition to her responsibilities and hovers. Tanya doesn't have a lot of freedom to explore her new environment unsupervised.

She smiles at her upperclassman, and lets herself be herded to the library for a study session, or to the common room for a snack. Monique is genuinely nice, but she is as paranoid as a conservative mom in the middle of the Satanic Panic. There are a lot of topics she avoids.

Nobody speaks so much as a word about Aliya. The school spit her out and moved on, pearly smiles on bright young faces and forced cheer in adult voices. Even in the furtive looks and the whispers hidden behind porcelain little hands, her name is danced around. Teachers jump at every suspicious conversation, intent on reminding every student that inappropriate topics won't be tolerated at Saint-Esther. They're all so careful not to summon her ghost.

Tanya may be on a short leash outside of class, but there is plenty enough room to maneuver during. She peeks at the giggling quartet in the back row, skirts rolled a couple inches higher than official uniform standards, fresh nail work every Tuesday and more makeup on their faces than the members of her old school's circus club on stage at their end-of-year show. So much for the dress code.

They have to pay lip-service to discretion, so the teacher can ignore them. Or maybe talks about boys and expensive parties don't qualify as inappropriate. Or maybe their parents are big donors and the rules on propriety become a tad more flexible around them. There are pictures in the papers, of their dads bringing their moms to alumni parties, and some of the numbers in the articles would drive half of Gotham mad. The people of Gotham rarely read the society papers. That way lay the path to madness, or at the very least anarchy.

They don't notice Tanya spying on them the first week. Too busy reminiscing about parties, discussing their choices of hairdresser or nail artist or planning their next shopping trip. They fawn over some boys from Princeton, how hot they are, how they always know the best parties, how they get them the best stuff. What kind of stuff could girls born with this amount of silver in their mouths need help acquiring, Tanya wonders? She memorizes the names. If these guys are half as cool as the excited whispers make them sound to be, they'll be the key to entering the fun part of being a Saint-Esther student.

Tanya makes her move on Monday afternoon of her second week. Mostly, the move involves staring openly at Virginia Carter when she shows off her new hair style, blushing and turning toward the board when Virginia notices, and looking again a couple times when she hears the group giggle loudly. Belle and Charlotte stare back, expertly plucked and drawn eyebrow lifted in benevolent amusement.

Later, when she's back to pretending to studiously focus on the teacher, head held straight and hand busy with neat lines of Latin vocabulary and translations, Tanya hears Caroline talk about the little tour she gave to the new girl. How cute it was that she was impressed by everything. How their friends would adore her. How she's being chaperoned by Monique. Tanya can just picture the pitying smiles on the other girls faces as they discuss inviting the poor thing to something fun.

The next day, they graciously lead her to their table for lunch. The invitation is so smooth, Tanya barely has time to notice the wings unfolding while she's taken under them. They have a box of expensive healthy seeds mix to add to the salad, and French macaroons to eat with tea afterwards. They ask her where she's from (Atlantic city!), what profession are her parents (casino floor runner and server at the Lady Fortune casino, yes, they met at work), what sort of school she went to (the local public ones, they were pretty good actually), how she got her scholarship (first in her year throughout middle school, an advanced math program and volunteer work at the local library's reading program for underprivileged children) and what she plans to do after Saint-Esther (she's going to a good university, she's aiming for Princeton and a Public Administration program!).

She does her best to ask back, to show at least some manners. The answers she gets are delicately evasive; a brief mention of Montane in Berg County, a quiet excuse about fathers involved in "business" too boring to expand upon, and a kind smile to nudge the conversation spotlight back toward Tanya. Wasn't it difficult to juggle so many things throughout middle school? Tanya bows her heat to look down at her hands, and curls her fingers into the neatest piano position she can manage.

"A little," she confesses. "I only had time for one party, and every one else was already used to it… But it's all worth it. I made it to my dream high school, after all."

Through her eyelashes, she watches the girls share an excited look.

"Oh, don't worry dear, I'm sure you'll get the opportunity to make up for lost time here."

Monique must have ears in their classroom. The very evening after Tanya's brunch with the devil, she has to fend off a series of furious questions. She blithely tells of her introduction to Virginia, of the kind offer to eat with her group from tomorrow on, of all the exciting beautiful things she's been shown. She never knew you could something so artistic with nail polish!

Monique is not amused. "Don't hang around these girls, Tanya, they are a terrible influence, you will regret it." Tanya rolls her eyes. "Geez, Monique, why are you so jealous? I thought you'd be happy I made other friends!"

The hurt is evident on Monique's face. Tanya ignores it, gathers her notes and storms out of the library.

She doesn't even need to mention the fight to anyone. The next morning she skips breakfast and goes to class on her own. As she walks to her seat, she catches Virginia's eye. She waves nervously. Virginia gives her a sphinx's smile.

At lunch time, the group comes fetch her, chatting about the assignment their teacher just assigned them. Well, Tanya prattles about a Russian historian she can use as a reference in her essay. Virginia nods indulgently. Belle checks the man's picture on her phone to rate his hotness, and Caroline and Charlotte just complain about how boring and useless history is.

Once they seat down, Virginia moves the conversation to a shopping trip the group has planned for Friday. They want new dresses for - and they all bend forward and speak in conspiratorial tones - a special party at a friend's house next week. Tanya listens, eyes wide and bright, as they discuss how to book a limo, the stores they will visit, the clothes and accessories they want to buy. She giggles and toys with her spoon as they describe the mysterious hot uni boys who will host the party.

"Do you want to come with us?" Virginia asks.

Tanya jumps, stares at Virginia in wonder, opens her mouth- and closes it. Chews on her lip. "I- I don't know. I mean I would love to! But…. I don't… really have parties to shop for." Belle and Charlotte scoff. Caroline shakes her perfect blonde head. "What do you mean? Of course you're invited to the party!" Virginia puts her hand on Tanya's, and smiles. "We told you, you get to have fun now." She winks, and the small purple gem on her cheek sparkles against her perfectly curved lashes. "After you ace that history essay."

Tanya blushes. Looks at her cup. "Thank- thank you. I just…" She presses her hands on her own cheeks. "I don't know if- if I could… I have a d-dorm curfew…"

"Don't worry," Virginia whispers, a glint of mirth to her smile. "There are ways around that." Charlotte and Caroline laugh. "You shouldn't let Monique decide your life," Belle scoffs. "Girls like her are so territorial. Being a dorm leader doesn't mean she gets to act like she owns this place."

Tanya doesn't leave the group until after dinner. She tries to sneak back into her dorm, as inconspicuously as she can, but Monique is waiting in the hallway, right by her door. They look at each other for a while. It's awkward.

"I'm not breaking curfew," Tanya mutters, shifting her sneaker on the carpet. Monique stares at her a long while. "No," she finally answers. "We are. Come with me."

Monique takes them through the emergency exit. She gets off the path and crosses the lawn without turning her flashlight on, or using her phone. She grabs Tanya's hand as they reach the line of apple trees - and she will never know how close she got to getting a knee straight in the solar plexus at that moment, because damn it is dark, and some people should never be touched when they can't see it coming. Then she pulls Tanya through the orchard. Oh.

There is a line of barrier tape binding the third line of trees. Monique carefully steps above it, and waits for Tanya to do the same.

Behind the trees, there is another lawn. It's as picture perfect as the main one, perfect dense and soft grass, perfectly mowed to the perfect length under Tanya's shoes. Crossing it feels surreal, like all the absurd appearances and perfection of the school condensed into this one forbidden corner. In the middle of that dark green sea is a wooden deck. The wood is lighter than the grass, and even more spotless. It's eerily cute, with its round picnic tables and deckchairs made of a darker, redder wood.

Monique stops in front of the deck, and breathes. Her shoulders are shaking. Tanya's hand falls free.

Aliya's presence falls heavy as lead, carved out of the void and silence, like a silhouette in this perfect picture's negative space.

"There was… a girl," Monique says, her voice barely a whisper. "Before you arrived to the school." Tanya brings a hand to her neck, adjusts the heart-shaped pendant on her breastbone. "She was on scholarship, too." Monique makes a strange noise, like something is caught in her throat. The ghost of a missing fifteen-year old girl, maybe. "Was she a foreign student, too?" Tanya asks. Monique shakes her head. "No. She was from Gotham." A pause. "Not the nice parts like Bristol, or even Burnside." Tanya tilts her head, like a confused puppy. "Right, sorry, you wouldn't know about those. She was from a neigborhood called East End. It's- I'm pretty sure it's the worst part of Gotham. And she worked very hard to earn her scholarship! She was… She was so nice."

This time, the silence stretches.

"You said she was a student," Tanya whispers. "Did she leave?"

Monique's laugh is an ugly thing, hoarse, chopped by hiccups. "She didn't leave. They expelled her." Before Tanya can speak again, Monique turns towards her. She's chewing her lip, hard, and in the dark, the contrast between her teeth and her skin is magnified. Tanya can't see her cry, but the half-swallowed sob is painful to hear. Monique forces her jaw open, and it's like a dam has broken and an ocean of tears and bitterness comes pouring. "She was kind, and smart, and brilliant, and she was a good girl. I never heard her talk about drinking or smoking, she was always on time, she cared about her homework. And- and- and then she made friends with Virginia and her cronies, and they took her out on shopping trips and for dinner at their house - and in a couple weeks you couldn't recognize her anymore! She was dressed up like a- like- you know. And she started failing her homework. And she looked like her soul had been sucked out of her skull. When I tried to talk to her, she was angry all the time, and sometimes she looked like she was about to cry." Tanya watches her catch her breath between two sobs. "And in the end they said she was caught doing drugs here," Monique hisses, "but that's not what happened! Nobody wanted to listen, but I saw her coming back to the dorm that night, I saw her clothes, and she wouldn't tell me who, but I know what happened!" Monique bursts into full-on crying. It lasts a few painful minutes. She tries to wipe her eyes, then she sobs again. In the end, Tanya has to take her to sit at the bottom of a tree, before the noise gets them into trouble.

"Sh- she was- was s-scared," Monique stumbles, in-between sniffles, "she knew the one who- she must have known him. And I took her to the dean, and when she recognized the office she ran away, and I told them she needed help, and the next morning she wasn't at breakfast and at the end of the day they said she'd been expelled. And that we needed to stop talking about it, to not upset sensitive students."

They stay here a while, huddled together down the largest apple tree, Tanya staring straight at the deck and Monique looking everywhere but. In the end, when Monique stops crying, she fishes a hand-sized towel from her pocket, cleans her face, and stands back up on wobbly knees. Tanya offers a hand to steady her, and doesn't comment.

She wonders if Monique has been able to talk about this to anyone else. If anyone has come to mourn the parts of Aliya that died here, on one of these tables.

She fiddles with her necklace, and takes a deep breath. Tanya is going to break Monique's heart one more time. No way around it. Life is a vicious bitch that way.

Still. "Don't worry, Monique. None of this will happen again," she promises. Monique stares. "Nobody will hurt me like that. I know how to take care of myself. If they try-" and oh, how she wants them to try, "I'll make them regret it."

#dc comics #batman #fic #sasha (dcu)#scarlet (dcu)#gen #tw: csa #mention of sa of a minor #mention of sa in a school #tw: rape culture #tw: classism #tw: racism

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miiarito · 2 years ago

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Sims 3: Deadly Sins Legacy Challenge

Inspired by: https://daisydezem.tumblr.com/rainbowsin

Any trait slots not filled, you can pick

All careers you don’t have to max unless the LTW says so

This challenge includes these packs, Ambitions, University Life, Pets, Late night, Showtime

Gen 1) Wrath

"Wrath can be defined as uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. In its purest form, wrath presents with injury, violence, hate and vengeance"

Traits: Hot Headed, Mean Spirited, Technophobe, Athletic

Life Time Wish: The Emperor of Evil

Career: Crime

You’re fueled by spite, revenge and fear. You had an extremely rough childhood and resent your parents, explaining your anger issues. You feel you’re being judged by everyone and must prove yourself to the world. You spend your free time training your physical body, technology is a distraction and will not help you reach your goals. You’re driven, maybe not for the right reasons, but it’ll lead you somewhere impressive, regardless of it’s legality. Having kids is the last thing you’re concerned with, but accidents happen. Love is your kryptonite. The one thing that softened you. Once you have your first kid. You let your partner stay home with the kid, and refocus yourself, barely ever spending time with your offspring. You die as The Emperor of Evil.

Other:

Have a secret liar in your house or garage

don’t marry, but only have one lover

lover must have good / family oriented trait

Visit local bar on friday nights

Gen 2) Gluttony

"Gluttony is the overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste."

Traits: Gluttonous, Slob, Absent-Minded, Childish

LTW: The Culinary Librarian

Career: Chef

Discipline , selflessness and self-control mean nothing to you. Growing up, one parent spoiled you completely, every time you cried was a new toy, a snack or a punishment forgotten about! You never tried in school because there was no special satisfying reward at the end if you did, your parent would still take you out for a meal regardless of your grades. You’re addicted to self indulgence in other forms aswell as food. You live selfishly, for your own enjoyment, live fast die young. You're not a chef to improve your knowledge but more to try all sorts of new cuisine.

Other:

live mostly controlled by your wants

cook every time youre hungry

Hire a maid / butler

Die by cowplant

Gen 3) Greed

"greed is an inordinate desire to acquire or possess more than one needs, especially with respect to material wealth."

Traits: Gatherer, Mooch, Born salesperson, Workaholic

LTW: Gold Digger

Career: Business

You want it all, you Need it all. You aren’t all too different from your parent but you’re more intelligent. Says who? Says you. You describe yourself as cunning, resourceful and hardworking. Really to you, the ends justify the means, you cannot let yourself die poor. You cut the corners, dumpster diving and collecting rocks at the start, eventually your effort pays off when you marry a rich sim. You and them raise an empire that hopefully one day will shadow the Landgraabs. Stricly a power duo, not much romance. As long as your kids don’t mess everything up you’ve worked for and follow in your footsteps.

Other:

use a consignment store

Decorate your mansion with lots of expensive paintings

have a nuclear family

marry rich, but work just as hard.

Gen 4) Envy

"Envy is characterized by a sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else."

Traits: Over-emotional, can’t stand art, unlucky, Loser

LTW: Jack of All Trades

Career: Writer

You’re a trainwreck, youre helpless, you are your own biggest enemy and you’ll never listen to advice. Or otherwise known as a drainer. Your friends come and go and you don't get why, why does everyone have a better life than you? You sit in your deceased parents house, one of the richest families in your neighborhood, furiously jealous of everyone else. You don’t work for a lot of your life, but you try loads of different hobbies. You follow all the trends and just want to be as cool as everyone else. Most of your relationships end you in getting dumped, but eventually you meet the one. They preach self love and give you something to be proud of. After your first and only kid though, You tragically lose them, leaving you to raise your kids alone.

Other:

take the paintings down your parents had up

live in your parents house

change your looks as the trends change

don’t have any life long friends

End with a smaller amount of money than you started with this gen

Gen 5) Sloth

"Sloth may be defined as absence of interest or habitual disinclination to exertion. Lack of any feeling for the world, for the people in it, or for the self."

Traits: Clumsy, Couch potato, coward, heavy sleeper

LTW: Blog Artist

Career: none

You saw your parent spiral after losing their spouse and watched them curse at the world for not giving them everything. You never understood what they meant though, the house you grew up in was giant and the possibilities were limitless. You grow distant from your parent. if UNmaterialist (and apathetic) was a thing, you’d be it. You move out, to a small dinky house and refuse any money your parent offers. You don’t need money and work sounds like torture on earth. You spend your time blogging on social media to others like you, chronically lazy. You often order take out and call the plumber when anything is wrong, any house chores are too much work. You only have a couple of friends, they know you never leave the house and always come to you. During a change of heart you adopt your first and only kid. Raising your kid, watching TV for hours and online shopping, this is paradise to you.

Other:

have a garden you never touched

move out asap

have no relationship with your parent

adopt your kid (s)

have a low maintenance shelter pet

never formally date

Gen 6) Pride

"Pride is an irrational belief that one is essentially superior, more important than others, and excessively admiring oneself as godlike, refusing to acknowledge one's limits, faults, or wrongs."

Traits: star quality, ambitious, perfectionist, diva

LTW: Vocal Legend

Career: Singer

You’d think someone so opposite would hate their parents, but shockingly you understand, you empathize. You don’t want your family tree of issues influencing you, you’re going to shine like the star you’re meant to be. You and your parent are best friends and they support you and encourage you through everything. You want to show them how amazing you really are and try out for a talent TV show and win! You quickly gain fame and stop attending high school to take up “celebrity” as a full time career. You host fan meet ups and sign signatures until your wrist hurts, not because the fans mean that much but more because you love to soak up their infinite admiration. You deserve this fame. You often see yourself too good for most of partners in your relationships, but once you meet someone as talented and powerful as you, you know its real. You raise many children with them.

Other:

die with your partner

be best friends with your parent

get a pet for show

never do anything bad infront of the press

marry someone famous / high in a career

Gen 7) Lust

"Lust is intense longing, or unbridled sexual desire, or other sinful acts"

Traits: Irresistible, Great Kisser, Flirty, Kleptomaniac

LTW: Heartbreaker

Career: many*

Youre easily tempted by sin and desire. From a young age you craved attention from those who you were attracted to, everyone gave you so much attention as the child of celebrity parents but you couldnt help fall for those who acted like you didnt exist. You go to any extent to impress and get validation from them, thats where your long streak of hopping from job to job comes from. Besides your girl/boy crazy brain you also cant help but addicted to stealing, its a thrill you cant ignore. You dont stay in one relationship long, most of the time balancing many at once without others knowing. Something in your eyes is just to die for. You live and die by, "follow your heart" and even get it tattooed.

Other:

Change to the job of your current fling every fling

Steal from a flings house before you dump them

Have a loyal posy

Lose all fame as your life goes on

Have a tattoo

Good relationship with family

#Sims 3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 legacy #sims challenge #sims legacy #sims legacy challenge

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thecapturedafrique · 2 years ago

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KLAW: Day 1 Post—Character Appreciation

@kingliamappreciationweek may have ended, but my submissions are just getting started! Thanking the lovely hosts @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for the extra week! Please enjoy this list of head canons I’ve come up with for our favorite fictional king. 😁

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Face Claim: Daniel Henney

In honor of his mother, Liam chose to use her house name “Shen” as his regnal name when he was crowned; this means only his family and close friends still call him Liam in public

His interest in cooking came from helping Eleanor, but his skill developed following her death when he’d regularly hang out in the royal kitchens under the watchful eye of Head Chef Anais

Liam and Maxwell first actually meet at Lythikos during the social season when Leo turns down Liam’s offer to play in the snow in favor of snowboarding

As King of Cordonia, his net worth is around $10 billion, making him the fifth richest royal in the world

Though his favorite genre of television is historical fiction, Liam was a huge Timian* as a teenager; his favorite professor is Eleven while Leo’s is Ten and Drake’s is Nine

He served for a time with the Cordonian national guard (aka the People’s Guard) as a search-and-rescue helicopter pilot and achieved the rank of flying officer

Liam inherited his father’s love of vintage cars, and he used to run around Ramsford’s seasonal Expo with Drake admiring the models on display

His celebrity crush is Han Hyo-joo, most notably from her role in Masquerade; he’s also been a huge fan of Jackie Chan and Michelle Yeong since childhood

Though Liam of course knows all his bodyguards by name, the five in his personal rotation are addressed as the numbers 2-5 in Greek, with 1 having been Bastien prior to his injury

He and Tariq bonded as children over playing trading card games (mainly Pokémon) and making fun of nobles

Hana begins teaching Liam Putonghua; he also relearns how to be sassy from her (as he’d stopped teasing Drake by and large after the latter came back for fear of driving him away again)

His favorite constellation is Cetus and his favorite Western superhero is Batman

Following a Disney Princess marathon with the gang, Liam decides he relates the most to Ariel

*Professor Time is the name of the Choices version of Doctor Who, thus Timian is the analogue to Whovian.

#playchoices #the royal romance #trr #king liam #kingliamappreciationweek #klaw 2.0 #klaw day 1 #head canons #this post is sparser than i’d originally imagined but no matter at least it’s out there!

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Hunger (2023)

Some of what Hunger has to say you can probably find in some other movie made before it… but it’s the first time I’ve encountered these ideas and I bet I won't be the only one. With a strong performance by Chutimon Chuengcharoensukying and a thought-provoking plot, this is the rare movie about food that I doubt will leave your mouth watering. That sounds like a flaw, but considering the topics covered, it’s wholly intentional.

Aoy (Chutimon Chuengcharoensukying), is a talented chef working in her family’s greasy noodle restaurant, the kind whose menu never changes and caters to the poorest customers - both in terms of sense of taste and of spending money. One day, her skill with the wok catches the eye of Tone (Gunn Svasti), sous-chef of the legendary Chef Paul (Nopachai Jayanama). His exotic dishes are the kind that only get served to the richest customers - many of which care more about being able to say they tasted his cuisine than about how good it actually tastes.

Unless you’re making a documentary about some scary aspect of the food industry, movies about food will make audiences hungry. Those loving shots of ingredients, the preparation and the carefully-lit final meal? You bet it does. Sitisiri Mongkolsiri’s Hunger is the exception. There’s something grotesque about the food Chef Paul makes. Or maybe, it’s the people who eat it that are sickening. As soon as the guests start putting anything in their mouths, their reactions are so extreme. Even if the dishes are THAT good, the reactions feel phony, like the people licking their lips and shoveling more and more into their face holes are putting on a show to justify how much they paid for it. “Look how good this food is! No wonder I had to pay this much for it”. Some of what makes the dishes unappetizing are the behind-the-scenes drama we witness. Shows like Hell’s Kitchen have accustomed us to foul-mouthed, temperamental, highly critical chefs but Paul Chef is just loathsome. For a long time, you’re watching him make this gorgeous food and you feel sort of bad for him because these snobs are making it look gross with their over-the-top reactions. Then, we find out more about him. Actually, he fits in this world of riches and pretenses so well that he’s just as bad, if not worse, than the clientele he serves. He might be a big name, but in reality, he’s a petty little man. And yet, he’s also brilliant at what he does.

In many ways, Aoy is the audience’s avatar. She comes from the streets before entering this world of decadence and high tastes. You expect her to lose track of herself and get swept up in this new crowd, but she’s frequently brought down to reality by her family. In one scene, she makes this great-looking dish for them and they tell her that what she should’ve served is the same thing they’ve eaten since forever, the same greasy noodle dish “family recipe” that’s nothing special. I guess that’s the thing with food (or anything else that people like because of their tastes). You can’t make people like something; they’re just going to like what they like. I’m not sure if it’s depressing or not that you can work so hard to make something that’s fresh and innovative but still have your customers go “nah, just give me what you gave me last time, again”. Maybe that’s the thing; you have to remember who you’re catering to. It’s not yourself, it’s the people who will be eating it. If that’s the case, then those garrish reactions we saw at the beginning show that the people were getting exactly what they wanted, and that Chef Paul really is a genius after all.

Some elements in Hunger are either underdeveloped or introduced and then dropped. There’s a serious crime at one point and we never see what sort of repercussions followed. Similarly, there’s a romance that begins between Tone and Aoy but where it goes is so vague I’m not sure I could tell you exactly where they stand with each other. Otherwise, this is an unexpected delight. Chef Paul’s cooking is as much performance as it is legitimate technique so there are plenty of visual delights, Chuengcharoensukying radiates charisma. You’re interested all the way through even though you have no idea what the ending will be. I’ll remember Hunger down the line. (Original Thai with English subtitles, June 25, 2023)

#Hunger #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Sitisiri Mongkolsiri #Kongdej Jaturanrasamee #Noapchai Chaiyanam #Chutimon Chuengcharoensukying #Gunn Scasti Na Ayudhya #Bhumibhat Thavornsiri #2023 movies #2023 films

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