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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago

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Not A Verstappen: A New World {9}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Two more races closer to the end of the season and all that means is the competition is fiercer than ever and every point is a battle to win. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, assault, angst WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten

Round Sixteen - Singapore GP

Charles was worried about you. You had barely said a word since the race ended, only congratulating your boyfriends on their great results. You were disappointed in yourself for finishing last place. Technically it was 15th place but everyone behind you had DNF’d so you were the last one to cross the finish line.

The bath did little to ease the tension embroiled in your body and you sank down beneath the surface. A wavering image of Charles filled your vision as he took a seat at the edge of the bathtub and trickled his fingers through the water. Only when your lungs began to burn did you resurface with a deep gasp for fresh air.

“You’re going to catch a cold, ma chérie,” Charles said softly as he wiped away the rivulets of water. It was almost like he knew they were mixed with your tears. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” you whispered. “I think I am just going to stay in tonight, I don’t want to hold you back from celebrating. You guys did great today.”

“You are being too hard on yourself. It sucks, Lando and I know that first hand,” he chuckled, referring back to the first half of the season. “But you’ll come back stronger, I know you. You’ll be back in the points next week.”

You smiled weakly at his confidence and accepted his hand that helped pull you from the bath. “Are you willing to bet on that?”

“D'accord,” he nodded, wrapping you tightly in a towel before kissing your forehead. “I have faith in you, mon amour.”

“That makes one of us,” you joked, feeling a little better now that you were wrapped in his arms. “You should get ready to go, Lando is going to need you to carry him home tonight.”

“Mon Dieu, him and Carlos drinking together,” Charles groaned as if just realising what he was in for. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

You nodded and stepped out of the bathroom to grab your phone. “I think there is another Verstappen somewhere around here feeling sorry for himself too, and misery loves company.”

Max arrived before Lando had finished styling his hair and he came bearing gifts, a bag of mouthwatering food packed full of local dishes in one hand and a bottle of gin in the other.

“Now it’s a pity party,” you laughed as he made himself comfortable in the living room. He didn’t even bother with plates, just eating straight out of the containers while he changed the channel off MTV. “Are you planning on sharing or do I need to order my own?”

“Depends if you care what Kristian thinks,” he shrugged, pushing a container aside. He grinned knowing you couldn’t turn down the grilled kebabs slathered in a sauce that would give your PT a heart attack. “Live dangerously, zusje.”

You snorted and dropped into the seat beside him, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and the dish from the coffee table. “I hate you.”

“Uh-huh, heard that before,” he teased as continued to flick through the channels until he hit the movies. “Fast X?”

“No,” Lando answered for you as he finally appeared from the bathroom with his hair perfectly styled and his shirt half unbuttoned. He explained that it was to combat the humidity in the country but you and Charles knew it was because he loved to flash his tanned and toned chest, almost as much as you liked to see it. “She’ll get pissed off that it is too unrealistic.”

“It is unrealistic,” you pointed out.

Max laughed, “It’s a movie.” But he still changed the channel. “Maverick? The original.”

“Sure,” Charles said with a grin as he pulled his shoes on, “if you want to comfort her when Goose dies.”

“You are impossible.” Max shook his head and tossed the remote on your lap. “You choose something.”

Ready to leave, Charles looked like he was going to ask you if you had changed your mind before thinking better of it. Instead he kissed you as innocently as he could manage with your brother sitting beside you. “Je t’aime.”

“Love you too, have fun.” You held your hand out to Lando and pulled him down to your height for a kiss too. “Not too much fun. I don’t want to wake up to any new CarLando rumours.”

He knew you were joking and he nipped your bottom lip for it before pulling away and holding his necklace up. “Holy trinity, baby: you, Charles and me.”

“That’s why you are missing your top three buttons,” Charles teased as he slung his arm over Lando’s shoulder. “All for the necklace and definitely not vanity.”

“Me? Vain? Never,” Lando scoffed. “I am humble, thank you very much.”

“Mhmm, so humble, mon cher,” Charles agreed sarcastically as he led them to the door before blowing you one final kiss. “Bonne nuit.”

Round Seventeen - Japan GP

Lawrence wanted to speak to you after the race finished and you hoped it was because he had some answers as to why the car was struggling. The upgrades seemed to make it worse and it was a hell of a push just to get back in the points, but you had made it like Charles assured you would.

Walking into Lance’s side of the garage, you assumed his father would be nearby. What you didn’t account for was Lance storming through the engineers after his DNF. It was a moment of wrong place at the wrong time that put you into his path and you felt the need to at least say something to him.

“Sorry, man, that was a rough one.” Hindsight was a real charmer as his green eyes narrowed with rage and you were shoved to the floor. Your ass met the hard concrete and the garage fell silent as they witnessed the attack.

Your shoulders ached where he had pushed you, but your butt would surely have bruises come morning. Calmly, you swallowed down the pain as the cameras waited for your reaction and you rose to your feet. You wiped the dust from your backside and looked at Lance. “At least I know how you injured your wrists, you’re a real fucking wanker.”

Word spread like wildfire as the footage was shared around the paddock and the world and your call to the Stewards came before Lando finished his podium celebration, the first you hadn’t been there to witness. It only added to your sour mood as you stepped into the meeting room and found an empty chair opposite Lawrence and Lance. You were by no means alone but everyone who had been asked to come as witness were all on Lawrences bank roll so you might as well have been.

The tedious hearing details were read by the Stewards, along with footage that showed the push that put you on your ass. They turned to Lance first, asking for his take on the event and whispered with his father before sitting back.

“It was an accident, I didn’t see her there.”

You scoffed under your breath but caught the look Lawrence sent you as the Steward asked you the same question. It was a look that everyone had warned you about. It was the look that drew the line in the sand of who had his support, and why wouldn’t he take his son’s side - he was a father first and a principal second. It was a look that said you would be finding another team next year if you weren’t careful.

Looking down at your hands the words tasted like ash. “Like Lance said, it was an accident.”

The steward nodded and typed some notes on his laptop. “Then the matter is settled, you will be fined €20,000.00 for unsportsmanlike behaviour.”

You lunged out of your seat and slammed your hands on the table at the ruling. “For what!”

“You saw the same evidence as I did,” he said, ignoring your outburst. “You clearly called Mr Stroll, Lance, a ‘fucking wanker’ on live tv. If that is all, we have another review about to begin.”

You left the room to see Bottas and Sargeant waiting with their team representatives and kept your head low as you passed by, feeling their curious eyes following. Lawrence kept pace with you as you left the building, Lance lagging somewhere behind, and you debated breaking into a sprint to see if the old man could keep up.

“Thank you,” Lawrence said, nearly making you trip over in surprise.

“Thank you?” you growled as you turned on him. “I saved your toddler’s career, you can do better than a fucking ‘thank you’.”

“Lance is struggling and it’s affecting him badly, but that’s no excuse for how he treated you.” Lawrence placed a hand on your shoulder but you shrugged it off as you remembered the look in the meeting room. You may both be wearing the same colours but you were not on the same team.

“You can still be a good father and not protect him from everything. In fact, it might just do him a lot of good in getting his head out of his ass. Now, I am going to go and take an ice bath and you are going to pay my fine. If there’s a bonus in my bank account when I get back to the hotel, we’ll call it even.”

You left without giving him the time to respond and jogged back to hospitality, an unfortunately long distance from the FIA building. Some of the teams were already starting to pack their motorhomes down but Aston Martin was still lively, even more so when you stepped inside and saw Charles, Lando and Max looking tense amongst a group of Lance’s friends that travelled with him .

“Woah, stand down, killers,” you teased with a flippant attitude you didn’t feel. “Shouldn’t you take it out to the parking lot?”

“Too many witnesses,” Max muttered.

“I was joking, we can all relax. You three, my room. Now.” You pointed your finger to the stairs and waited for them to start walking before you followed, glaring at the rest of them. “Don’t you have more important things to do, like I don’t know, check Lance has warm milk in his sippy cup?”

“Little bitch.”

“Fils de pute, va te faire enculer!”

You blocked the stairs but Max had already grabbed Charles and held him back. “That’s an insult to his mother,” you said as the door opened and Lance arrived. “It’s not her fault her son is a sycophant, and here’s his sugar daddy now. Tighten the leash on your little friends, Lance. It’s the least you can do since you owe me.”

His lips twisted into a grimace at the reminder but he jutted his head to the other end of the motorhome and his friends followed him, their disappointment palpable. You could only imagine what he had been telling them in private to create that sort of reaction and realised why the driver had gone through so many teammates on the grid. He was insufferable.

You gently pushed on Charles’ arm when he didn’t move, he was intently watching the group leave and the staff return back to their jobs as if nothing happened. “Come on, babe, let’s just get my stuff and go home.”

“Since when are you the rational one?” Max asked as he led the way with Lando and left you to hook your arm with Charles and follow.

“Maybe I’m finally maturing.” you said with a grin that finally had the tension lifting as they all started to laugh. “Rude.”

Click here for the next part.

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lofthomejoel · 2 years ago

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livingsolutio · 17 days ago

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adelynmuljadi · 3 months ago

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10 September 2024

WEEK 4 & 5 : REFLECTIVE WRITING

Last week we had a "noticing" walk through the National Gallery Singapore. We were assigned to explore, observe and find context through the artworks on display. Specifically Chua Mia Tee's "National Language Class".

Chua’s painting shows young women and men, of different linguistic habits learning Malay. Together they sit around a round table, a strong metaphor for equality. Reminiscent of kopitiam tables found in many local coffee shops in Singapore. The color palette embodies warm hues symbolizing the hope in the search of identity.

In 1963, Goh Beng Kwan was first introduced to Collage Art and Abstract Expressionism. “Black Afternoon” was Goh’s early experiment with abstraction. He manages to create tension between geometry and expressive brush strokes. The sombre palette reflects the turmoil of JFK’s assassination.

Lim Yew Kuan is another Singaporean painter that shares the same style as Chua Mia Tee. “Painting Class” is a representation Lim’s philosophy towards art. He believes that beauty of art is relative to nature and the ability to present a detailed analysis of a situation, both the positive and negative aspects.

For today's class activity, I presented my pictures following the framework analysis of artworks.

Take Eclipse by Eng Tow. To her, an eclipse symbolizes new beginnings (subject matter). Tow’s work is spray dyed acrylic on stitched cloth relief (medium). Tow also creates the effect of "relief" through sewing techniques such as ribbing. Color also takes place in his work acting as a catalyst and accent (form).

Tow’s works reflects her experimental and explorative approach. Many of her works are her innate responses to the world around her (time and context).

(~268 words)

References:

Goh, Daniel PS. "Interpreting National Language Class"

s/pores journal, April 2007,

s-pores.com/2007/04/national-language-class/

Ting, Kennie. "National Language Class, Chua Mia Tee, Singapore, 1959, oil on canvas."

ROOTS,

www.roots.gov.sg/stories-landing/stories/the-singapore-story-through-60-objects/art-historical/national-language-class/story

ROOTS. "Black Afternoon",

www.roots.gov.sg/Collection-Landing/listing/1028690

Accessed 10 Sep. 2024

NAFA. "LIM YEW KUAN",

www.nafa.edu.sg/experience/why-nafa/award-winning-artists/profile/lim-yew-kuan

Accessed 14 Sep. 2024

Ravindran Associates. "Lim Yew Kuan – “Painting Class”,

www.ipravi.com/singapore-art/iconic-artworks/38-lim-yew-kuan-painting-class

Accessed 14 Sep.2024

National Gallery Singapore. "ENG TOW — the sixth sense"

www.nationalgallery.sg/content/eng-tow-something-new-must-turn-six-singaporean-artists-after-1965

Accessed 14 Sep.2024

Cape of Good Hope Art Gallery. "Day by the River by Lee Boon Wang"

https://www.capeofgoodhope.com.sg/day-by-the-river-by-lee-boon-wang

Accessed 14 Sep.2024

Muljadi, Adelyn. "National Gallery documentation" 3 September 2024

Muljadi, Adelyn. "the afterlife" 2023

Muljadi, Adelyn. "Class Activity" 10 September 2024

#framework #analysis #art history #social realism #abstract #painting

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carolinemillerbooks · 2 years ago

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New Post has been published on Books by Caroline Miller

New Post has been published on https://www.booksbycarolinemiller.com/musings/no-substitute-for-a-hug/

No Substitute For A Hug

The email came as a disappointment. My friend had come down with Covid. That meant a reading of his short stories, both a public and Zoom event, was canceled. For two decades, I’d encouraged his writing, so I was looking forward to the occasion. Twelve years my junior, I knew my friend’s health would rebound and that the event would be rescheduled. I also consoled myself with the knowledge that he had many years ahead to add to his body of work. Since his recent retirement, he had already won a $1000t prize for one of his pieces. If the event didn’t go forward, I could anticipate meeting him for a private session as we’d done in the past. The last time was at a coffee shop where he’d spun out an amusing story about a young protagonist who got his comeuppance at the hands of his wiley parents. Zoom is no substitute for an up-close moment like that one–the kind where I could watch my friend’s lips form a bow as he anticipated his punchline. In that pre-Covid world, I had patted his arm to indicate I understood the joke and the touch provoked a fresh round of laughter. Zoom doesn’t allow for serendipity, either—a chance to meet interesting strangers while taking in the sights. Years ago, I was strolling through a mall on a Saturday when my eyes fell upon a man notable for his thistle of grey hair. He was sitting alone at a table near the edge of the thoroughfare and must have been there for a while because the cream in his coffee floated like a greasy Lilly pad on the surface. He didn’t notice when I paused, curious about the frown line dividing his forehead. “Stuck?” I kibbitzed. His chin raised a notch to acknowledge me. “No. Thinking,” he laughed. We chatted long enough for me to learn he was a person of many talents. A prize-winning Science Fiction writer, he’d studied astrophysics in college before earning both a law degree and a Ph. D. in economics. At the time, he was working as a journalist. ”A keeper,” I thought. That’s why we exchanged email addresses before I allowed him to return to his thinking. Since then, he’s made several guest appearances on my YouTube book show, Just Read It. Having touted the benefits of socializing, it may surprise some that I am a hermit by inclination. The Covid lockdown flew past me with none of the withdrawal pangs that affected those rich with family. Instead, I enjoyed having more time to write. Avvy Mar, the host of the radio talk show Between the Covers picked up on my solitary habits during our interview for my upcoming memoir, Getting Lost to Find Home. Well, why wouldn’t she see through me? She has a Ph.D. in psychology. One of her questions left me aghast as if a gust had stripped away my fig leaves. She wanted to know if a loner was ever lonely. I assured her that like everyone else, I needed human contact. As proof, I went on to say that during the lockdown, I’d reached out to others with Zoom. For example, I’d contacted two prominent writers who’d agreed to be guests on Just Read It: Karl Marlantes, author of the two best sellers, Matterhorn and Deep River, and Brandon Slocum. The latter’s debut novel, The Violin Conspiracy, was making waves in all the right places. I also noted that my blog reached not only readers at home but many who lived in countries as far away as Singapore. I knew what Mar meant, of course. The encounters I’d described were shallow. I wasn’t bearing my soul to a trusted friend. Yet the fault isn’t entirely mine. As I approach 87, many of my contacts have died. Even a loner recoils at so many wounds, the kind that never heals. My friends on social media tend to be young. Many, as I’ve said, reside in faraway places like Kenya and India. Youth has muscular ambition. Inexperienced in life’s vagaries, they throw themselves into the oncoming tide, determined to achieve their dreams. Inexperience blinds them. Hard work may not be enough. Success is truest when it travels with luck, and luck answers to no dream. The long view of success is more sustainable. Take joy in the doing. A friend of mine has run out of luck. Alzheimer’s is eating away at her memory. Yet even in darkness, there are pinpricks of light. How else could there be stars? At the time of her diagnosis, my friend’s caregiver said her patient dreaded visitors. She was embarrassed by her disease as if, somehow, she’d been careless. But as the months have fallen away, she no longer mourns her condition. She fails to realize she has one. I’m making plans to pay her a visit. She won’t know me when I enter the room. Gone will be the memories of birthday celebrations or strolls through art galleries together. No longer will we talk about her latest design in molded glass. Safe to say, if I reminded her of one cherished gift that sits upon my coffee table—a blue-black bowl inscribed with Chinese symbols for the word friendship— she’d frown or ask If it was time for dinner. “Hello, my dear,” I’ll say when I bend to her, anchoring my arms around her thin shoulders as if to prevent a breeze from carrying her off. My embrace will be a long one, I promise you, knowing it will have to last a lifetime…knowing as a hermit does that a hug can pierce the delirium of approaching death. ——– June will reveal the cover for Getting Lost to Find Home. Here’s a teaser.

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lofthomemax · 2 years ago

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hometoursandotherstuff · 3 years ago

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A Singapore apartment has been transformed into a jewel box that takes you on a trip round the world – each room filled with colorful character inspired by the cosmopolitan tastes, of Amy, who works in the global energy industry. Love the black & white mural wallpaper, b/c it’s dramatic, but lets the color in the room shine.

On the opposite wall, woven panels are set against a seagrass wallcovering. The chairs were found locally and resprayed in a vibrant shade of blue.

On the walls, a navy blue grass cloth is offset by orange & blue fabric. Dining chairs surround a table designed by Elizabeth Hay, the apt.’s designer.

A new pocket door leads into the redesigned kitchen, which features terracotta tones that unify the main living areas.

The wall lights in the kitchen are from New York. Love, love, love, the terracotta cabinetry and pearly subway tile backsplash.

Elizabeth designed the sofa in the family room, which is upholstered in ticking. The inlaid coffee table was made in India.

Indian-inspired arches bring a touch of whimsy to the apartment.

The existing built-in desk & cabinets in the study was reinvented with a mix of bold patterns in shades of blue, including ‘Pineapple’ wallpaper.

A headboard in ‘Citrus Garden’ by Schumacher fabrics was the starting point for the decoration in the main bedroom.

‘Folly’ wallpaper is the background for a green scheme in the spare room.

‘Kalamkari’ wallpaper inspired the ebullient scheme in the girls' bedroom. The beds are upholstered in ‘Rajkot’ from Lisa Fine Textiles. The rattan pendant light is from Indonesia.

A scalloped blind made from ‘Blazer Stripe’ picks up on the built-ins painted in ‘Bright Garnet.’

https://www.houseandgarden.co.uk/gallery/elizabeth-hay-singapore-flat

#colorful apt. decor #global decor #designer decor #colorful decor inspiration #long post

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shijiujun · 4 years ago

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For TangFei :) Person A accidentally falling asleep on the sofa while watching a movie at Person B’s house and waking up in the morning to see that Person B has covered them with blankets and made them breakfast

a snippet out of those days Shao Fei was living in Tang Yi’s house before shit went down XD

Even though Shao Fei said he was here to protect Tang Yi and thus should stick to the Xing Tian Meng leader no matter where he goes, when Tang Yi has to run a gang-related errand, he always glares at Shao Fei to stay home. Tang Yi might have let him into his house, but having a cop potentially stick his nose into anything that has to do with the gang leaves a bad taste in everyone else’s mouth, and Shao Fei understands that to some degree.

Still, this is the fourth consecutive evening that Tang Yi has skipped out on dinner and chased him home after work hours. Shao Fei’s used to how abrasive Tang Yi can get sometimes, especially when he doesn’t want to elaborate, but four evenings all on his own is a huge, quiet house is unnerving.

Bored, Shao Fei switches the television on and goes through the channels in a lazy manner. Nothing catches his eye - one channel is broadcasting a reality fashion and beauty program, while another one is showing the latest episode on some Taiwanese family drama.

They’re at... wow, episode 512 already, Shao Fei frowns.

Finally, he turns to the kids channel and Shao Fei enters the world of a singing snowman, a girl with white hair who can make magic ice, a moose, and another couple going on an adventure. He might as well, since nothing interesting is on for the night.

Halfway through another rendition of Into the Unknown, Shao Fei gives in to the lull of sleep, his eyelids getting heavier with every second. He’ll just nap for a tiny bit... just close his eyes for that fifteen minutes at most, too lazy to get up for real and head upstairs.

In his dreams, he sees that singing snowman with the carrot nose, hears the loud songs that Elsa and Anna are singing, and when the wind blows, he shivers, cold.

Immediately after, however, in the blur of restless sleep, Shao Fei is suddenly encased in warmth as something heavy lands over him. The songs in his dream disappear as well, leaving only blissed silence. He exhales deeply, finally comfortable enough to slip deeper into sleep.

A hand caresses at his head, the tough so light that Shao Fei is convinced that this is a really, really nice dream.

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For a long, drawn out moment, Shao Fei wonders where is, and why there’s someone moving about in the kitchen. The aroma of bacon and eggs wafts through the air, the smell familiar and comforting. He doesn’t often lie in - police academy drilled waking up early into him, and it is rare for him to sleep beyond 7am even on weekends.

Judging by how bright the rays of sunlight are, falling gorgeously onto the kitchen space and the man in it, it is definitely way after his usual waking hour.

He pushes himself to a sitting position, and then a heavy weight drops from his shoulders onto his laps.

Startled, Shao Fei stares at the thick duvet.

How...

The last thing he remembers is the snowman singing some song again before he fell asleep. He remembers falling asleep seated up as well, so... how did he end up lying on the couch, with a blanket over him?

A little mortified and embarrassed now as the answer dawns upon him, Shao Fei turns stiffly towards the direction of the kitchen, where Tang Yi is obviously making breakfast.

Did Tang Yi do this for him after returning home yesterday?

How terrible did he look asleep on the couch? And Tang Yi saw his sleeping face?!

Before he can panic even further, the sound of plates being set down on a hard surface interrupts his thoughts.

“You want milk or coffee with breakfast today?” asks Tang Yi.

“... c... coffee,” Shao Fei stammers in reply.

He rubs at his eyes, making sure they’re clean, before ambling his way over to the dining table and sits at his usual seat. Shao Fei doesn’t dare to look at Tang Yi, and instead buries his head in his bread.

“I didn’t realize Officer Meng likes to watch Frozen,” Tang Yi comments suddenly, and Shao Fei nearly chokes.

“I don’t!” Shao Fei protests, “I- It was just on when I fell asleep, I don’t even know what the movie is really called-”

He trails off, because Tang Yi is chuckling, and that’s when Shao Fei knows the man is just pulling his leg. Annoyance and embarrassment first surfaces, but then...

Shao Fei hasn’t seen Tang Yi laugh like this before, not even after he moved in a few weeks ago.

Fine, he thinks, he’ll let this pass.

Who asked Tang Yi to look so handsome laughing like this, his features accentuated under the beautiful light they have today?

*Taiwanese family dramas are RIDICULOUSLY long I’m not even exaggerating. They usually at least go on for 200 episodes, no season breaks or shit. One of the famous Taiwanese family dramas all Chinese people have seen or heard of at least is this one called Love (爱) and it had 800 EPISODES. EIGHT HUNDRED. Singapore broadcasted a one hour episode everyday and it took years to finish, AND THERE WERE TWO ROUNDS OF REPEATS IN THE YEARS AFTER IT ENDED.

⭐ from these sleeping prompts ⭐

#history3: trapped #history 3: trapped #history 3: 圈套 #history3圈套 #tangfei #tang yi #meng shaofei #sleeping prompts

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hetahonda · 5 years ago

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can I just say that the characters positively come alive in your headcanons! You can really feel the individual charm of each nation! if it’s okay I’d actually like to request you do a character you secretly wish to receive an ask about ;) (if not then I’d love to hear about sweden)

skdjfhd thank you so much… the headcanon asks are really just for fun (and because i just love talking about dumb nation people sdkjfh) but it’s very kind of you to say, thank you 🥺

i’ve actually been secretly wishing to receive an ask about singapore (entirely self indulgent, i’m singaporean!) but i don’t think anyone’s going to request that since he’s not a canon character

i’ll do sweden’s headcanons first, and singapore’s will be under the cut!

SWEDEN:

what they smell like: he’s got a bit of the dry, freshly cut wood smell, mainly because he tinkers around with carpentry in his spare time

how they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): he sleeps late and wakes up early, and always has coffee first thing to tide him over for the rest of the day. unlike most of the nordics, he’s pretty still and doesn’t move around much in his sleep (he doesn’t dream a lot either).

what music they enjoy: he’s really into modern music, and he likes house and electro stuff like avicii and martin garrix. he also has an incredibly soft spot for abba (who doesn’t?), and it’s the one thing guaranteed to break him out of his shell on karaoke nights with the others

how much time they spend getting ready every morning: he’s very quick, easily 10 minutes or less. denmark likes to poke fun at him because he seems to alternate between three different outfits

their favorite thing to collect: wood carvings!! he collects mostly carvings of animals, and he has a whole row of them aligned along his TV stand

left or right-handed: right-handed

religion (if any): atheist, but he follows finland to church sometimes

favorite sport: table tennis! it’s something he plays indoors a lot, especially with finland and denmark. granted, he’s not very good at it, but he likes playing it nonetheless

favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): he likes taking walks around the area to explore. he appreciates architecture, especially of older, historical buildings

favorite kind of weather: he likes warmer days, with clear skies and little rain when he can stargaze at night

a weird/obscure fear they have: he’s not superstitious, but he’s not fond of faeries or trolls or any other kinds of mythical creatures

the carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: whack-a-mole! he only ever plays because of sealand, but he’s surprisingly good at it

SINGAPORE:

what they smell like: honestly, he doesn’t have much of a smell. he spends most of his days in dry, air-conditioned areas

how they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): he tends to stay up late, but wakes up pretty early as well, and functions decently without much sleep. he snores a lot, which former roommates have complained about

what music they enjoy: he’s a complete koreaboo…. his playlist consists mostly of kpop and dance music, and his favourite artists include twice and blackpink

how much time they spend getting ready every morning: about half an hour, he spends quite a bit of time picking out what to wear every morning, and cares quite a bit about his clothes as a teenage nation

their favorite thing to collect: coins! he has a box of coins dating as far back to the 60s, including memorial coins and special edition ones. he likes to bother the other nations for their old coins as well

left or right-handed: right-handed

religion (if any): agnostic

favorite sport: swimming! it’s one of the few sports that he’s decent at

favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): major foodie, and loves exploring street food. he’s pretty adventurous when it comes to his eating and likes trying out more outrageous stuff

favorite kind of weather: cold and chilly weather, bonus points if there’s snow. his house is summer all year round, and he rarely gets the chance to see snow. likes to visit korea during wintertime

a weird/obscure fear they have: hates mosquitos, and is incredibly susceptible to their bites anyway. carries around bug repellent whereever he goes

the carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: he’s very good at foosball, and has his own foosball table at home

weird headcanon asks!!

#thank you again!! 🥺#asks #aph sweden #hws sweden #aph singapore #hws singapore #berwald #kay writes

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ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part two: champagne brunch]

Part One if you want to catch up

I’ve been up since 6am. In that time, I have had three coffee’s, worked out, showered, wore my new kimono around the house (a la Bertrand Beaumont in my HC), watched two episodes of Singapore Social, lunch, and written this. It’s only 1.45pm. Isolation drags man. I’m going to drink wine now.

@moonlightgem7 @emichelle @ibldw-main @mskaneko @jovialyouthmusic @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @burnsoslow @addictedtodrakefanfic @simplymissjulia @kingliam2019 @oofchoices @saivilo @pug-bitch @notoriouscs @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw @katedrakeohd @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @rainbowsinthestorm @burnsoslow @flowerpowell @argylemnwrites

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Bertrand and Maxwell Beaumont both loved a party. For as long as the citizens of Applewood could remember, the Beaumont brothers would find any excuse to throw a party and make it into an event that would be talked about for months afterwards. They were partial to fire throwing, circus performers and flash mobs. If you were invited to a Beaumont event, you had officially made it.

As Camille had been Maxwell’s close friend in school, he went to great lengths to ensure that her welcome home brunch would be a brunch she would compare all other brunches to. He and Bertrand had created vision boards and hired a team to pull off the brunch in spectacular Beaumont style.

They had decided on a Marie Antoinette theme. Their manor was decorated to resemble Versailles with gold mirrors, twinkling chandeliers and candles lit on every surface. The dining room was big enough to hold twenty round tables that were decorated with platters of macaroons and bottles of champagne. They had hired waiting staff that wore Marie Antoinette inspired outfits, complete with powdered wigs that towered high on their heads. To complete the theme, a six tiered sponge cake decorated with tiny figures of the Eiffel Tower was placed in the centre of the room as a nod to the ‘let them eat cake’ quote that Marie Antoinette apparently declared.

‘Why have they settled on a theme that involves the woman getting her head cut off?’ Bianca muttered to Drake, her eyes wide like saucers as she surveyed the room.

Drake shrugged. ‘Are you really asking if the Beamont’s follow logic in their party planning?’

Bianca sniggered and helped herself to a champagne flute, tossing it back. Drake looked around, hoping for an open bar. He assumed there would be an open bar because the Beaumonts adored alcohol and he would be damned if he was going to drink champagne all morning.

‘Bianca and Drake Walker, welcome!’ a grand voice came from behind them. They turned to see Bertrand striding towards them with his arms outstretched. Drake stepped back in alarm; Bertrand was wearing a Versailles inspired brocade gold coat, complete with matching trousers. He wore navy suede loafers on his feet adorned with tassels.

‘Thank you for inviting us, very kind,’ Bianca said warmly, clasping his hands. ‘This is my first Bash!’

‘Oh darling, this isn’t a Bash!’ Bertrand laughed. ‘This is merely brunch! But, I will be sure to invite you two to our next Bash.’ He leaned close, conspiratorially. ‘We’ve decided on a casino theme!’ he whispered.

A waitress dressed in a pink flouncy dress and violet wig passed with a tray of more champagne. Bertrand reached out to take two glasses and handed them to the Walkers. ‘Enjoy, mon cheries!’ he said cheerfully, before turning swiftly to welcome more guests.

Drake sighed and swallowed down the champagne. God, it tasted awful. But it was free alcohol so he really shouldn’t complain. Bianca took him by the arm and together, they found their table near the front. Drake smiled. This made a change from always being put near the back. He pulled out a chair for his mother and she thanked him as she sat down, self consciously patting her hair.

‘You look great mom,’ Drake murmured in her ear. ‘Have fun.’

Bianca smiled gratefully and looked around the room, taking mental snapshots of everything gone around her. Drake looked around too, before his eyes settled on Liam and Camille coming back inside with Maxwell. He saw Liam point to Drake and Bianca’s table; Camille kept a smile on her face as Liam guided her towards them. Drake swallowed hard and drew himself up.

‘Looks like we’re at the same table!’ Liam said cheerfully. ‘Fantastic. Camille, darling, would you like some champagne?’

Camille smiled. ‘Yes, please.’

She sat down opposite Drake and watched as Liam poured her a glass. Maxwell sat down beside her, eyeing the macaroons. He reached out to take a pink one and shoved it in his mouth.

‘Oh my god, this is heaven,’ he groaned, spraying pieces of macaroon on the table. ‘Oh sweet Jesus..’

Camille giggled and passed him a napkin. Maxwell took it, rolling his eyes, and then helped himself to another macaroon. Drake tried to keep his eyes off Camille; he was fully aware that Liam was sitting opposite and studying everyone intently.

‘So, Drake, tell me,’ Liam said, pouring Drake a glass of champagne. ‘Camille only briefly mentioned you. You guys were friends?’

‘They were best friends!’ Bianca piped up, sipping her champagne. ‘They dated at one point.’

Camille and Drake both turned red. Liam’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Oh really?’ he asked. ‘That’s fairly important! Why didn’t you tell me, darling?’

Camille shrugged, looking like she wanted to be somewhere else. ‘It was a long time ago.’

‘Very long,’ Drake volunteered, his voice gruff. ‘Not important.’

‘When did you break up?’ Liam asked. ‘I hope that’s not an intrusive question, don’t feel like you have to answer-’

‘We broke up shortly after we started college,’ Drake interrupted, sick of this line of questioning. ‘Haven’t seen each other since.’

Liam bit his lip. ‘I’ve hit a nerve..’

‘Honey, it’s okay,’ Camille said quickly, taking his hand. Liam cleared his throat. ‘Okay.. so, Drake, do you have any stories about Camille? Any warnings about her I should know?’

Drake tossed back his champagne before settling his eyes on Liam. God, the man was fucking golden. He looked like he had just stepped off the beach. He looked rich. Drake hated rich people. ‘You’ve got nothing to worry about,’ Drake told him. His eyes flashed to Camille. ‘Except don’t take her anywhere that’s high. She hates heights. Fainted on me once.’

Liam laughed. ‘Really? We’ve been rock climbing with my brother and she was fine then.’ He nudged Camille with his shoulder. ‘Isn’t that right, darling?’

Camille’s mouth pressed into a hard line. ‘I guess I didn’t tell you that I hate heights..’

Liam sat back, surprised at this new thing he had learned about his fiance. ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘I didn’t realise.. Why didn’t you say?’

Camille gave him a small smile. ‘I didn’t want to ruin your fun.’

Drake studied her now. There had been a time when Camille would have said she didn’t feel comfortable. She stood up for herself. But it seemed like now, she didn’t. That made Drake sad. Clearing his throat, he stood up. ‘I’m going to find some whiskey..’ he announced to no one in particular, before turning to leave the table and a very awkward Camille.

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Drake aged 16; Camille aged 15

‘Come on, Camille, not far to go!’ Drake hollered over his shoulder. ‘We’re nearly at the top! The view’s gonna be incredible!’

‘Uh huh…’ Camille replied back, her breath coming out in heavy pants. Realising he was leaving her behind, Drake stopped to let her catch up.

The two of them had been bored at home. Gisele and Bianca had chided them both to go out and enjoy the sunshine. Now, they were going on a hike up the hills behind the ranch and Camille was regretting the decision.

‘Jesus, Camille, you’re so unfit,’ Drake teased. Camille flipped him her middle finger.

‘Shut up, Walker. I need water.’

Drake opened his rucksack and took out the water bottle, tossing it to Camille. She swallowed the water down in gulps before pouring some on top of her head, drenching herself.

Drake laughed, shaking his head. ‘Was that necessary?’

Camille fixed him with a steady stare. ‘Was it necessary to trek all the way up this damn mountain?’

‘It’s a hill,’ Drake corrected her. ‘Not a mountain.’

‘It’s still up high.’

Drake smirked. His eyes suddenly lingered on Camille for a fraction longer than needed; the water had trailed down her chest and her skin glimmered from the droplets. Drake felt his body react in an alarming way.

‘Uh, okay, let’s keep going,’ he said quickly, turning to walk further up the path. ‘Last one there has to do the other’s math homework all week.’

They trekked up the path until they reached the top twenty minutes later. The landscape of Applewood was laid out before them. Drake smiled as he saw the diner where he and Camille went for burgers; he heard his stomach rumble. Yeah, a burger after this would be delicious.

‘Camille, wanna get a burger after this?’ he asked, turning to his friend.

She was standing near the edge, looking down at the ground that was feet below. She was swaying from side to side and her skin had gone pale. Drake started over to her, reaching out to take her by the hand. ‘You okay?’

She collapsed.

‘Fuck, Camille!’ Drake shouted, throwing himself down to his knees to bring her up to him. Her eyes were closed. ‘Fuck, fuck, Camille, wake up!’ he cried desperately. His mind went through the next steps. What did you do if someone fainted? He thought back to Health class. He couldn’t remember a thing, which made sense because he never paid attention in Health class.

He scrambled to reach into his pocket to take out his phone. He needed to call his mom. But, he realised with frustration that there was no signal.

‘Fucking piece of shit!’ he cursed, throwing it into his rucksack.

He pushed back Camille’s wet hair. Scanning her body, he saw that her jacket was tied tight around her waist. Quickly, Drake untied it, hoping that she would be able to breathe better if she didn’t have it restricting her.

‘Camille, wake up,’ he pleased. ‘Please wake up or your grandma’s gonna kill me.’

Picking up the water bottle, he opened it and tossed the remains of the water down on Camille’s face.

She bolted up, coughing and spluttering. Drake sank back, closing his eyes. ‘Oh thank God..’

Camille rubbed her eyes harshly and blinked hard, looking around at her surroundings. ‘What happened?’

Drake opened his eyes. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ he asked. ‘You fainted on me. Jesus, Camille!’

Camille stared at him in shock. ‘I fainted? What?!’

With a strangled cry, Drake reached out to pull her into him, holding her close. He felt her hands reached around to clasp his back and together, they rocked back and forth.

‘Don’t fucking do that to me again,’ he murmured, his voice cracking. ‘I was shit scared.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Camille mumbled into his neck. ‘I didn’t mean to. I guess it’s the heat and the heights?’

Drake sighed. ‘You tellin’ me you’re scared of heights?’

Camille nodded. ‘I guess I am. I didn’t realise that till now.’

Drake pulled gently away and his eyes met hers. ‘Well, now we do,’ he said, giving her a weak smile.

Camille giggled softly and together, they stood up, still in shock.

‘Burger?’ Drake suggested.

‘And a milkshake, please,’ Camille said. ‘Now.’

Drake laughed and they turned to go back down the path towards safer ground.

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There was an open bar, thank god. Drake ordered a whiskey on the rocks, relieved to drink something that wasn’t bubbly. He didn’t notice Camille come up behind him until she gently touched his arm.

‘Hey.’

He jumped. ‘Camille-’

‘Can we talk?’ she interrupted. ‘Outside?’

Drake nodded mutely. He followed her through the room and out through the French doors to the orangery. The Beaumonts loved orangeries.

Camille gestured for Drake to sit down at the table. They sat opposite each other and Drake waited for Camille to speak.

‘So I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot,’ she began, looking at him seriously. ‘I don’t want us to be awkward. It’s an a tricky situation and quite frankly, I shouldn’t even be talking to you, but I also want us to clear the air and just move forward. Liam didn’t know we’d dated. I wasn’t going to tell him. But he knows now, so I suppose we better work out how we are going to act around each other.’

Drake sighed. ‘Camille. Stop.’

Camille blinked. ‘What?’

Drake closed his eyes and tried to find the words. ‘I should be the one trying to clear the air,’ he said. ‘I’m the one who hurt you. I’ve never apologised for that-’

‘There’s no need-’

‘I’m sorry,’ Drake interrupted. ‘I really am. After being your best friend for so long, I really fucked things up at the end. I feel guilty. I appreciate you inviting me to this brunch but I don’t deserve it, Camille. I’m a shit person. But don’t worry about how we’re going to act around each other because after today, I’m going to leave you be. You can enjoy your time back home without having to worry. You won’t see me again.’

Camille stared at him, her brown eyes unreadable. Quietly, she opened her clutch and brought out a piece of paper. She handed it to Drake. ‘We always used to be on the same page,’ she whispered. ‘What happened?’

Drake frowned and looked at the piece of paper. His heart sank. It was her wedding invitation inviting him.

‘I’ve given one to your mom and Bianca,’ Camille told him. ‘I.. I want you to come, Drake. I miss our friendship. I wish things hadn’t panned out the way they did but it can’t be helped. You don’t have to come but I like to think it’ll help us heal.’

Drake studied the invitation. He felt a mixture of feelings. Grief. Sadness. Regret. He tried to summon happiness at her newfound joy but he found that he couldn’t.

‘I appreciate the invitation,’ he told her. ‘But-’

‘I shouldn’t have done this,’ she cut in, panicking. ‘Too weird, too awkward. It’s fine, just give it back and I’ll shred it. You don’t have to come. It’s all good.’

Drake clenched the invitation. He thought back to Camille’s childhood dreams of her wedding and how fun it would be for Drake to be there. How important he would be. She said that she would have him be her best man. Of course, that plan soon changed as soon as they started dating. When Camille made him promise that they would be together ten years in the future, she had visualised Drake becoming her husband instead. Now, if Drake attended, he would be relegated to a middle row, watching his ex-girlfriend get married to someone who wasn’t him.

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Drake, aged 18; Camille aged 17

Drake liked the feel of Camille’s hand in his. She had small hands and soft skin, the complete opposite of Drake’s calloused bear paws.

Camille was walking along the wall, holding onto Drake’s hand as she did so. It was the week after the two of them had lost their virginities to each other. The world felt new to them, a world ripe with discovery. Drake felt happier than he’d ever felt in his life. He had the girl. He had the college. He had the future all planned out.

He listened as Camille planned their future. She skipped along the wall, talking without pausing for breath. ‘So, if we get married, we’re definitely gonna do it at your ranch,’ she told him. ‘Outdoors in the summer. We can get married on the jetty! How cute would that be?’

Drake chuckled. He couldn’t believe their friendship had evolved to one that discussed huge topics like marriage. He liked it. ‘That would be very cute,’ he agreed. ‘How many people?’

Camille thought to herself. ‘Only our closest friends and family. The important people.’

‘Of course,’ Drake said. ‘I like your thinking.’

‘And my dress will be all bohemian!’ she squealed. ‘I’ll have a rose crown in my hair! And you can wear a waistcoat and cute shoes.’

Drake wrinkled his nose. ‘Do I have to wear a waistcoat?’

‘You’re marrying me, so yes,’ Camille said bluntly. ‘And your vows have to be romantic. Like, nauseatingly romantic. I want you to say how I’m the most beautiful woman ever! And you can’t live without me!’

Drake smirked. ‘Wellll….’

Camille jumped down from the wall so she could hit him on the arm. ‘You’re such a dick!’

‘I’m just sayin’, if Britney calls, I’m gonna have to ditch you,’ Drake teased, pulling her close so he could tickle her. Camille hated being tickled.

‘Aaaah get offff!’ she protested. ‘You are not ditching me for Britney! You know how much I love her! That would be a betrayal of epic proportions!’

Drake laughed and let her go. Their hands stayed wrapped around each other as they wandered down the street. ‘Your wedding plans sound perfect,’ Drake finally said. ‘I’m a lucky guy.’

Camille grinned. ‘Just think. We’ll go to college, get amazing grades, graduate, find awesome jobs and move in together. We can live in New York and own a cute apartment with a dog. Then we’ll get married and move back to New York, upgrade to a townhouse and become a power couple! I totally see it. The Walker dream.’

Drake squeezed her hand. ‘We’ll make it reality.’

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Drake put the invitation in his pocket. ‘I’ll be there,’ he told Camille. She drew back, astonished.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah,’ Drake said. ‘It’s your day. I wanna see you get your happiness, Montespan. You deserve it.’

Camille smiled. ‘Thank you.’

Drake stood up and held out his hand for her to take. ‘Start over?’

Camille nodded. ‘Sounds good.’ She took his hand and shook it. ‘Friends?’

‘Friends.’

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Together, they wandered back into the dining room and sat down at the table. Liam kissed Camille on the lips while Bianca poured Drake another glass of champagne. Drake saw that Savannah had now joined the table and was introducing Camille to Bartie. Gisele and Maxwell were talking in low tones, clearly caught up in conversation.

Drake decided to make an effort with Liam. He cleared his throat. ‘So, how did you meet Camille?’ he asked.

Liam and Camille exchanged sickening looks. ‘We met at the Met,’ Liam answered, his eyes never leaving Camille’s.

‘Yeah, we met at the Met!’ Camille giggled, raising her hands and shrugging self-deprecatingly. ‘It was such a meet cute.’

Bianca frowned. ‘What’s a meet cute?’

‘It’s when two people meet each other in a charming way!’ Maxwell crowed. ‘Like, romcom style!’

Liam chuckled and pointed at Maxwell. ‘You got it! Yes, we met in a charming way. Let’s see.. So I like to visit the Met on Saturday mornings to wander around. I love art, you see, I collect it. Anyway, I was wandering, totally caught up in thought, when my eyes found this beauty standing in front of Starry Night..’

Camille was blushing. Drake sipped his champagne, wishing it was whiskey, as he listened to this vomit inducing story. He scolded himself - he was trying to get to know the guy. Give him a chance.

‘I had to say hello,’ Liam continued. ‘And she turned to look at me and god, her eyes.. The most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen. They put all the portraits around us to shame.’

Bianca, Gisele and Maxwell audibly sighed. Drake resisted the urge to dry heave. Savannah looked non-plussed.

‘I introduced myself, asked for her name and the rest is history..’

Savannah’s eyes met Drake’s. She rolled her eyes, making him smile. Good to know that she was thinking the same as him.

‘Is that why you’re getting married at the Met?’ Bianca asked.

Camille nodded. ‘We wanted to come full circle.’

Liam grinned. ‘It’s going to be such a grand affair! We’ve invited everyone we know. God, we’ve got like.. 200 people coming. The museum has let us hire the top floor as a private space. I can’t wait. Then the reception will be at the Plaza-’

‘The PLAZA?!’ Maxwell shrieked. ‘Oh my god, oh my god!’

Drake was regretting trying to get to know Liam. But when his eyes met Camille’s, he could see the uneasiness she was feeling. Did she feel uncomfortable? Anxious? Embarrassed? He thought back to when she had planned for her hypothetical wedding with Drake. She hadn’t been embarrassed then. Drake sipped his drink. He was reading too much into this.

Camille tore her eyes away from Drake and poured herself another glass of champagne. She wished Liam would stop talking. As he talked about their wedding plans, Camille couldn’t help but feel that they had planned too much. Hiring the top floor of the museum? The plaza? God, she was such a fucking New York socialite. She felt like Drake was judging her. Of course he would scoff at their wedding plans. He liked simple things. As Liam kept talking, Camille felt more self conscious. She couldn’t help but think that Drake was studying her for every detail to see how much she had changed. She wasn’t this girl from Texas anymore. Hell, her Texas lilt had been ironed out after years of being in New York. She looked different. She acted different.

She felt like a fraud.

‘More champagne?’ Maxwell asked. ‘We have a champagne fountain!’

‘Ooooh, where?!’ Bianca cried, clapping her hands. ‘How fun!’

Yes. Fun.

#drake walker #trr fanfic #the royal romance

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livingsolutio · 6 months ago

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Discovering the Elegance and Functionality of Coffee Tables in Singapore

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sebastianshaw · 5 years ago

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@sammysdewysensitiveeyes - I felt bad you weren’t getting a lot of Pyro content in canon, so I wrote you some!

The next member of their team was meant to be arriving today. She was going to be a...most unusual addition. She was human. Pyro didn’t like it. The entire POINT of Krakoa was to keep away from humans who would hurt them. And sure this human allegedly very much did NOT want that, it was why Xavier handpicked her to be involved, and Xavier could vet a person inside and out...but Pyro couldn’t help WORRYING. Maybe she wasn’t a conscious plant, but what if someone was using her without her knowing? How was Xavier checking for THAT? Maybe the rest of Krakoa was happy to put their fate in the hands of men like him and Magneto and Sebastian Shaw, but Pyro was of the firm opinion that the guys on top never really had the best interest of the bottom at heart. But that didn’t mean he’d pass up a chance to roast some Verendi pigs, which was what had just been provided---the ship of their new ally had been attacked en route, big surprise, and thus the current crew of the Marauder---Sebastian, Shinobi, and Pyro---had been deployed to intervene. Shinobi kept their own boat safe while Pyro and Sebastian boarded the other---just in time to witness one of the Verendi hurling a sari-clad woman off the deck by her throat. “Allerdyce, take care of the rest,” said Shaw, tearing his shirt and jacket off with his bear---er, bare---hands. Not taking it off, literally TEARING. “Are you kidding?!” Pyro asked, shocked both at Shaw’s apparent intentions and at how beefed up the old bastard was under those tailored suits. Like he had eyes, he could tell the guy was huge, but JEEZUS. “I’m not having my team fail this early,” Shaw said, “And besides--” The rest came out mid-air as he dove into the drink, “--you’re hardly in swimming shape.” Secretly hoping he ‘teammate’ drowned, Pyro returned to the fray, gleefully keeping the Verendi at bay with his flames. That was the easy part. The hard part was not blowing them up in their stupid suits, or boiling them alive, or--- “ALLERDYCE!” he heard the oh-so-charming shout of his new ‘boss’ barking for him, just as the fun was over. “What, did you--” Pyro started to ask as he hustled over, admittedly not as fast as he could have. “Do the damn chest compressions!” Shaw cut him off. The woman, soaking wet and unconscious--or worse--was laid out on the deck. “Why--” “Because at my current strength I will pulverize her bones!” Shaw bellowed. Pyro didn’t like taking orders from Shaw, but he wasn’t about to let this lady die right in front of him either if half of what he’d heard about her was true, no matter what his misgivings might be about involving her in the Marauders. So he duly obeyed with the compressions, as well as mouth to mouth just so Shaw couldn’t. Because f this woman was an ally to mutantkind she deserved better than that. It worked. She gasped, her body jolting. “Alright, there she is” said Shaw, “You keep her conscious, Allerdyce---someone has to steer this ship.” With that, he departed to find the helm and radio Shinobi to let him know all was well, and knock out any remaining hostiles. Pyro glared at his back as he went, but then quickly turned his attention back to the semi-conscious woman, who was moving slightly now, her eyes glazed. She said something unsteadily in a foreign language. Well, in a language that wasn’t English; Pyro had been a foreigner in Southeast Asia and learned it really a matter of perspective. Speaking of that... “That Gujarati, love?” he asked gently. He couldn’t speak it nor understand it, but he thought he recognized it. He’d never got as far as India in his travels as a journalist, but he’d encountered this language in Singapore, Indonesia, and Malayasia. Sounded a bit different from her though, maybe because she was from India directly. Or just because she was terribly waterlogged. She mumbled something else weakly in the same tongue, putting one of her hands to her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak it,” he said, truly apologetic. The was woman silent for a moment, and her eyes closed. Oh no. Had he lost her? God, Shaw was never going to let him hear the end of it! Then she opened them, and said, “I apologize, I do speak English, I just...needed a moment.” “Take two, you earned ‘em,” Pyro smiled relieved. She began sitting up slowly, and Pyro helped her. “I...assume you saved me?” “Well, I helped,” he said, then amended, “Someone else go you out from the drink but I did the rest, getting you breathing again and all.” “Thank you, so much, I really have no idea what to say,” she sounded rather awed. Oh man, he’d forgotten what it was like to be a superhero! He’d never much cared for that life in general, the idea of just DOING things for people for nothing in return, especially people who HATED you for EXISTING as a mutant, but there had been a few times in Freedom Force like this where he felt really GOOD when people were actually grateful. “Aw it’s---it’s nothing, all in a day’s work really,” he said, puffing his chest as best he could, which was nigh-imperceptible given how skinny he was. “You have my deepest gratitude all the same. You also have a good ear---that was indeed Parsi Gujarati. “Ohhh!” Pyro was pleased he’d been right, “Is that why it sounded a bit off from what I heard ‘round Jakarta?” “You do indeed have a good ear! Yes, it’s very distinct. For instance, we use much softer consonants-- They were interrupted by Shaw’s sardonic tone over the intercom, “ I can see our guest is conscious, Mr. Allerdyce, so if you’re quite done flirting, send her to the helm for briefing before we get to the portal. At your leisure, of course.” Pyro did not say ass aloud but it was very, very much written on his face. *** Pyro was waking up waaay to early at Blackstone, specifically in Shinobi’s ridiculously oversized bed, Shinobi himself beside him. Pyro could tell his companion was going to be out cold for a long time yet, and probably wish he’d slept longer when he did wake up. Pyro would have preferred to just stay in bed himself, but nature called. And after a good long piss into the en suite bathroom---kind of surprised that the toilet wasn’t solid gold, although it did have more features than Shinobi’s phone---Pyro himself had yet to adjust to fancy celluars---found himself restless, and undergoing his typical post-drinking cravings for something salty. Kind of weird since wasn’t booze supposed to dehydrate you, but whatever, old man Shaw surely had some kind of super-fancy dried unicorn meat from a lost continent or whatever hanging around somewhere. He just needed to find it. But the place was a maze. Gilded maze, he made a mental note of that for one of his novels as he wandered the huge halls, intending to use it in the internal monologue of the heroine lost in the Marquis’s opulent mansion that nonetheless held an overbearing evil in its walls as potent and palpable in the air as that in his black heart. Actually shit, some of the decor in this place would make for great--- “Wider than a highway, huh?” Pyro had been so lost in cataloguing the fancy bric-a-brac along the way that he’d not noticed it had been joined by a flesh and blood person. Well, maybe flesh and blood, they looked silver. Certainly all the skin he could see was, which was a lot given their short little black robe, though he in his boxers certainly wasn’t about to be scandalized. Wait, silver skin? “Mindmeld, right?” “Shinobi tell you about me?” she was smirking a little. “Yeah, something like that,” he replied. It was suddenly really hard not to say something rude, given WHAT Shinobi had told him, but reminded himself if this woman was fucking Shaw, she deserved PITY more than anything. Plus it wouldn’t do to piss off her off before she told him where she got that coffee cup in her hand. “He didn’t tell me where to find the kitchen though.” “Which one?” Oh god of course there’d be more than one, Shaw probably didn’t want his food prepared in the same area as Shinobi’s guests since they were all people like Pyro. He groaned, lowering his head and burying his long bony fingers in his dandelion puff blond curls, “Just whichever one has some eggs and espresso.” “Come on,” she gestured lightly and turned, leading the way. Damn tall drink of water, might have been taller than Shaw, though far less broad than he was, but more so than Pyro...admittedly, that range probably covered almost everyone on the planet. She didn’t ask his name, so he offered his with some pride, “I’m Pyro, I’m one of the Marauders.” “Neat.” “‘Spect Mr. Shaw has a few things to say about me.” She looked mildly thoughtful a moment, “Uh...no, never mentioned you. I think I’ve heard the Marauders, but not Pyro.” “How about Mr. Allerdyce?” “Definitely not.” Ok, he was kind of insulted now, not by Mindmeld but he took it out on her anyway with a snippy, “Well he hasn’t mentioned you either.” She just gave him a funny look.” “Sorry,” he said abashed at how stupid and spiteful he sounded, “We just don’t get on too well, me and Sebastian.” “What a surprise.” “So you know he’s a pompous asshole.” “Oh yeah, it’s hilarious,” she said, “Like the other day, these two like, total Eurotrash blonds come in, and he told them they were living proof of how inbreeding ruined the royal Austrian family tree or something, I don’t know, and I just told the guy he shouldn’t wear black if he’s not going to clean the semen stains off it first. The girl, her outfit was great, but nothing I could say was going to be worse than that Basic Bitch haircut.” “So what, you two just hang around talking shit about everyone else like we’re dirt on your shoes?!” Any regret he had about being snippy was suddenly gone. “Yeah, pretty much,” she said, her blase tone not changing. He started to say something else but she turned her head to him and said, tone still the same, “Look, if you’re gonna get precious, I can leave you right here. Next person to find you will probably be him, you know. He’s always up crazy early.” It was a potent threat. Normally Pyro was not afraid at all to deal with that hirsute egomaniac, but in his current state, he was not fit for the battle of barbs. “No, no, lead the way,” he sighed. “Cool,” Mindmeld turned her gaze front again and added, “Sorry you’re mad I’m his dick puppet.” If Pyro had a liquid in his mouth he would have spit it out. He must have made some kind of sound, because she asked, “What, Shinobi not mention that?” “He uh...he mentioned it a lot, yeah. “Good,” she smiled at him, and turned away. Weird. They got to small kitchen, very normal looking. So much so that it felt almost surreally out of place. “Drip’s over there,” Mindmeld pointed. Okay, nice, Shaw had a proper espresso machine. No surprise, he probably kept a full roasting machine and French press and other fancy barista shit in HIS kitchen---he was obviously not using THIS one. While he put on the drip, Mindmeld sat down and started playing idly with a phone left on table, obviously hers. Pyro was sure the bowl of Lucky Charms next to it surely wasn’t Sebastian Shaw’s. “You uh, live here?” “Yeah basically,” she did not look up from her phone, “Beats public housing.” Pyro realized he hadn’t thought about how everyone on Krakoa was living; he’d been basically on a boat the whole time himself. “What, is it bad?” he asked, imagining the crowded slums he’d seen in some of his travels, as well as the crappier apartments he’d stayed in, which was most. “Nah, but this is better.” “Yeah well, the rent seems high to me.” “You just have a different landlord.” “Hey, I’m nobody’s kept--” The espresso shot was ready, and it going off gave him a moment to cool down again. “Sorry, there’s nothing wrong with...with you,” he said, after taking his cup and sitting down across from her, “I just feel bad for Shinobi, he says you two used to be..” . “Together? Kinda, yeah. He tell you the part where he left me to die? or before that, where I was stuck in somebody else’s body and he was still ready to put the guy through a depowering machine while I was inside him?” “I, uh...no.” Was there some kind of mistake? He’d thought Shinobi was harmless. He knew the guy was selfish and spoiled, but it was hard to imagine him that cold. “Yeah, I bet not,” she said, her tone still the same, “He doesn’t seem like he has it in him, does he?” “Uh...no.” “Well, even a rat will bite if it’s back is against the wall,” her eyes rose from her phone and met his intensely, “So if you’re in deep shit, don’t count on him to pull you out.” They went back to her phone, “He’s beautiful though so, you know, keep doing what you’re doing, I’m not judging.” “Uh...” Pyro had no idea what to say to this, “So is that why...” He had thought it had been money, since anything Shinobi had was actually coming from Sebastian, but now he wondered if it was for... “Vengeance? Pyro nodded. “Could you think of a BETTER way?” Pyro admitted he could not. “You must be pretty dedicated,” he said, still not able to get the ‘ick’ feeling quite out. It wasn’t the idea of sex for benefits his skin was crawling at, it was sex with SHAW. He supposed he could see the physical appeal if that man wasn’t so personally repulsive, but... “I mean, I just came back to life like this month” she shrugged idly, “I’ve got nothing from before to go back to, I’ve got nothing else going on.” “I don’t know, you look like you got it going on to me,” Pyro gave an exaggerated wink. That made her snort-laugh. Okay, he felt they were good now. And he felt suddenly a lot warmer to her. Not from knowing she had better reasons than he thought---the reasons unsettled him actually---but because of how similar their situations were. A situation doubtless shared by many Krakoans but he hadn’t had a real chance yet to talk to many Krakoans. He had planned to spend today fixing that actually, going and finding out if what few friends he’d had in his life before were here now. Like Dom. Wondered if Mindmeld had any, a Dom or a Mort or a Fred. Kinda doubted it, somehow. “Hey, uh, listen,” he began. She looked up from her phone. “Do you wanna go...check out the island with me? I been at sea since I came back, I don’t know what’s on it, but there’s got to be SOMETHING people been doing all day for fun, right?” She regarded him a long moment. “Yeah,” she finally said, “I’d like that."

#fic #writing #alt marauders #pyro

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agent-absinthe · 5 years ago

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In regards to a message @neverendingstories00 sent me about what kind of agent she would be!

(It took me so long to finish this because there were like 4 different agents I wanted to create for you and it was HARD to choose!!!)

Agent Lunete is a handle often given to a prospect showing aptitude for cultural and social skill that can learn the formal and informal information necessary for an undercover agent to appear competent in a different place. Often found holed up in her office either instructing other Kingsman or pouring over everything from books to music to relevant new gossip. Small trinkets she has gathered from other countries during her “Intel Gathering” (really its just a mini vacation involving a lot of note taking) line the already packed bookshelves. Not only can she tell someone how to effectively join a country’s resistance army she can also list the best place to get a cup of coffee who;s staff wouldn’t raise eyebrows at a gunshot riddled suit.

Don’t let her size or office centered duties fool you, she’s still an agent and has no performance problems on the field. Her ability to immerse herself and gain genuine connections with locals has coined her the nickname of Chameleon among the Round Table agents and handlers. Often working closely with said handlers as a life line to difficult questions that undercover Kingsman may face, most of them find it comforting to have her in their ear along with Merlin. The Quartermaster often hinted at a desire for their closeness to extend outside of work as well, but Agent Lunete insisted she did not like to mix business and pleasure.

That is until she met Statesman Agent Tequila who soaked up all of her knowledge like a sponge. Often finding reasons to knock on her office door for “very serious mission related questions”

“I’m goin’ to Rome this weekend got any good recommendations for food?”

“Where can a fella get a good drink in Singapore?”

“Say what’s the buzz goin on in St. Petersburg these days? I wanna be able to gossip with the locals.”

And after numerous instances of having to shoo away the American in order to actually get any work done Agent Tequila finally asked Agent Lunete the real question he had been meaning to.

“So, you available this weekend? I know a great place for a date.”

#asks #sorry this took so long #i've been moving and stressed but getting to think about what handle I could give you was a good thing to focus on #plus i'm wine drunk #no better writing than wine drunk writing

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thesnakeadventures · 5 years ago

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OFF LIMITS - The Connection

The start of every journey would always be the toughest.

It took nearly a month to identify the perfect candidate who fits in the criteria:

Attached for at least a year

Aged 23 to 35

Working Class

The toughest part was to always look around her fingers to see if there is a ring around their fingers or any ring lines.

Finally, after some time I met, Josephine.

I saw her a few times having her morning coffee at the same spot for a couple of days, but didn't really managed to find a way to start a convo with her, plus I'm no hunk to sweep her off her feet or something. After a few mornings of back and forth to hatching up a plot, the cafe was PACKED!

But, as usual Josephine was just sitting at the same spot to have her morning coffee with an empty seat in front of her. Took my chance to ask if the seat was taken and as usual she was there alone so come brownie points for me.

Got my coffee and sat right in front of her. Still hesitant, I did not know how I should break a conversation with her. So begun the random questions in having a conversation.

Me: Hey, how come its so packed this morning?

Jo: Hmm, its usually packed on Fridays, you don't come here often?

(I'm going to call her Jo from here on)

Thinking to myself, fuck! I'm screwed...

Me: ohh.. oddly the vending machine at my building ran out of Coke..

Jo: Coke?! (Looking oddly confused)

Me: I'm a Coke-connoisseur..

As I laughed away my awful reasoning..

Jo: What's that?

Me: Well, you know how they have Wine Connoisseurs.. I'm the Coca Cola version. For example, if you see a can or a bottle of coke in Singapore they usually spell Classic or Klassic on the label. The one that starts with C is made in Msia for distribution to Singapore which taste more carbonated and less sweet, while the only spelt with a K is made in Indonesia which are less carbonated and more sweeter.

Jo: Oh wow, I didn't know there was a diff..

Me: haha.. there is more la but don't wanna bore you with Coca-Cola 101 early in the morning..

Jo: no la, it is kind of fascinating I'd say.

At this point I felt I made some connection there with our informal speech..

After talking a little bit more, I found out she pretty much fell into the criteria I set for myself. We both had to leave for our office after awhile. Didn't realize but we pretty much headed the same direction with her office building right beside mine and I waved at her bye neighbor.

With this event, I begun operation tap and go the following week Monday to Wednesday, where I would just walk-in to grab a coffee to go and say Hi to her shortly. For Thursday however, I decided to just walk past the cafe, while she stared outside. Pretending to be on the phone as I walked by, took a glance at her trying to wave at me, I ignored her and walked off.

For me this process I would say was to create an imprint impression to her.

At last it was Friday again and knowing the cafe would be packed as previous week, I went there early and grabbed a seat and waited. Jo came in after some time luckily she spotted me, but this time round she came with a baggage. Another colleague of hers came along this time round and joined us. Luckily they both pretty much looked alike in terms of stats and facial structure. Jo introduced her colleague Xin to me as they both sat down at the table.

Me: Hey are you 2 sisters?

Jo: Isit cos we Chinese?

Me: ya la.. why cannot? hahaha.. nah it's cos both of you are facial structure are closely related to Yuan Chinese that's all..

Jo: Yuan Chinese??

At that time Xin looked puzzled as well..

Me: Are we going to start off with another Coke-Connoisseur morning?

Xin: Coke-Connoisseur?

Jo: He is Coca Cola Wikipedia lo.. so what's Yuan Chinese?

Me: Here we go I guess...

I explained to them pretty much China's dynasty history and migration patterns.

Jo: Oh shit, so I'm really not Chinese Chinese..

Xin: Where you find him one?

Me: See la first time meet your colleague I end up telling grandfather stories..

Jo: okay la still fascinating I guess...

Xin: okay la it's not a bad story..

We chatted awhile more before making our way back to our offices, this time Xin forward a handshake to me and said nice meeting you. Jo waved bye and they both walked up the stairs.

Couldn't help but stare at the ladies walking up the stairs as Jo's butt wiggled side to side and Xin's perky butt was popping in her dress.

My dick woke up suddenly.. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. Fuck My Life.

Thankfully I have a messenger bag to cover up, so I headed over to my office thinking and pondering on how I could ever break the acquaintances chain and get in the friend zone...

Weeks passed, going through the same cycle with Jo and sometimes Xin, finally hatched the perfect plan. After finding out what industry Jo was in, I started to seek her advice on certain areas to get more conversation flowing.

A few weeks passed where she would invite me over to her office to "help" me with some work related issues and Xin would be there from time to time. I could sense the both of them soon getting more informal with me and that seems to be all the right signs :)

*beep* *beep* I get a text from Jo, asking for my plans for tonight and my thoughts ran wild "is it time already?"

WRONG!

Jo: Hey whats your plan for tonight?

Me: Nothing much probably go home to rest or go night cycling..

Jo: wa you can cycle?

Me: wa cannot meh? so what's up?

Jo: hmm nothing much just wanting to check if you're free tonight to help me and Xin out on one of our proposal and its right in your field.

Me: Aiya you both helped me out so much, no prob! But you owe me BJ

Jo: BJ?!

Me: Ben & Jerry.. why?

Jo: ... ok ok

After clocking out, 3 of us headed to grab a light dinner and wait for their office to clear out...

As we ate and had a good chat, Jo's phone rang and the smile on her face faded soon after.

She told us her mom had a fall at home and needed to rush over.

Jo: Hey sorry, but I really need to head back home urgently.

Me: yeah go check on your mom and update us ok? Me and Xin will heart 2 heart work :P

Xin: ehhh.. okay okay, no choice I suppose..

On the way back to Xin's office we begun to talk more on a personal level and getting to know one another better since it was always with Jo around we didn't really talk much.

Xin: so what's your real motive with Jo?

Me: Motive? get free ice cream from both of you hehehe! But hey its 2019, I'm pretty sure opposite sex can just be friends. Plus I got 2 pretty ladies to accompany me for dinner how can I complain?

Xin: what about your girlfriend? Wait till she find out...

Me: No la don't have one, why? Whats your motive?

Xin: No la just asking that's all.

We started talking more about our hobbies and pretty much getting to know one another more.

That's the end of Part 1: The Connection.

Come back next Tuesday for Part 2: Friend Zoned Dinner.

#OFFLIMITS #eroticblog #eroticsingapore #singapore #eroticstories #spicysingapore

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