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andypantsx3 · 4 years ago

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statistically significant | 7 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

One month later

The Hero Awards certainly did not disappoint the second time around.

Though you’d spent the last few months in the company of some of these heroes, you couldn’t help but linger on the sidelines as they stalked their way down the walkway, staring in awe. As before, they were decked out in their absolute best, glimmering in jewel toned dresses with daring cutouts, or carving dashing profiles in well-fitted suits. Reporters and fans swarmed the sides of the red carpet, roiling like a pot reaching an agitated boil.

Their excitement was so palpable it hung heavy in the air, absolutely contagious. Maybe it was the fact that you knew some of the heroes up for awards tonight personally, but the potential of the evening simmered under your skin, a soft but constant hum of frenetic energy.

Or maybe some of that was due to the fact that this year, you’d been able to convince your boss to shell out the extra cash for the full dinner option. No longer would you need to smuggle snacks into your dress--this evening, you were a solid professional.

Which was a good thing, really, as the dress in question was not altogether any more secure or supportive than your dress from last year. You’d tried to angle for a thicker fabric and a little more of a conservative design, but several people had aired opinions on your choices over the course of the last few weeks, and you’d ended up in a thin swathe of delicate fabric that was really quite pretty, if you did say so yourself, but would support a grand total of maybe two popcorn kernels.

“You’re looking awfully forlorn over here,” someone chirped by your ear.

You startled, whirling to find Mina behind you, looking rosy and radiant in a form-fitting dress only a few shades lighter than her skin tone. Tiny pearls and clusters of glittering pink diamonds were stitched carefully into the fabric, winking at you as she moved, as bright as the conspiratorial grin she wore. She looked absolutely fabulous--she was one of the people who’d bullied you into the snackless gown, and you could begrudgingly admit that the girl had taste.

“Is it because a certain hotheaded blonde isn’t here yet?” she asked, a pink eyebrow going up.

You flushed. “Mina--oh my god, no. Not everything is about him, you know.”

She idly inspected a nail, looking supremely unconvinced. “Someone should tell him that, then.”

You huffed a laugh. The last time you’d been at the Awards, you’d said as much to him yourself. But a year later, the message was still not exactly being received.

“I’m actually thinking about dinner. I’m literally starving,” you complained, trying to divert the subject.

Mina nodded sympathetically. “I have a six pack and I still had to suck in to fit into this shit.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled sympathetically. You weren’t proud of what it was going to be like when you were finally unleashed on that multi-course dinner, but god it was gonna be worth it.

Several shrieks went up in the crowd of fans behind you, and you looked over your shoulder in alarm. Your pulse relaxed slightly when you realized it was just another pro sauntering down the walkway, but then the lights flickered off ashy blonde locks, and your pulse jumped violently. You jerked in surprise.

Mina didn’t even try to suppress her snort as you turned around fully, eyes pulled like a magnet to Bakugou as he stalked down the red carpet. Even looking like he would rather be anywhere else, and moving briskly over the carpet like he was going in for a kill, he still looked better than he had any right to. The charcoal of his suit--stitched with deep ruby flowers so dark they were almost black--brought out the piercing scarlet of his eyes, and your heart leapt into your mouth when those eyes cut over to meet yours.

His expression didn’t change, and he kept moving, but you flushed all the way from your head to your toes at the intensity behind his look.

Mina made a disgusted noise. “You’re both like a dog with a bone.”

You glared at her accusingly. “We literally just looked at each other.”

She clicked her tongue. “Please, he all but just pissed on you to mark his territory.”

Before you could reply, she called out, catching sight of Kirishima, and seized you to drag you over to say hello.

You let Mina drag you around for the next half hour, making polite conversation with her high school friends, a couple of friends from other agencies, and one fashion journalist who Mina had converted into a weekly drinking buddy. Mina kept the conversation light and easy, and you enjoyed yourself for the most part, though you almost passed out when a very distinct head of green curls materialized over her shoulder and then Midoriya Izuku--better known as the number one hero Deku--was smiling at you eagerly.

Things got even weirder when he appeared to not only already know who you were, but knew a great deal about your work, enough to ask some very detailed questions about your training model software that was going into production a couple months from now. Mina had the gall to cut into the conversation to call you both huge nerds, though she’d directly benefited from the model herself.

The conversation was unfortunately cut short when a calloused hand flung itself in front of your face and a rough voice sounded from over your shoulder. “Stop sticking your nose in my fucking business, Deku.”

You whipped around to find Bakugou glaring over your head at his former classmate. His hand closed around your shoulder and dragged you closer to him.

“I was just asking about her model, Kacchan,” Midoriya said patiently. “It’ll be great to be able to compare my movements directly with some of the other heroes in almost real time! Ojirou’s been trying out some new fighting forms and I was thinking I should try to adapt them to work into my shoot style--”

“Just because you couch it in nerd shit doesn’t mean you’re not trying to spy on me, fuckstick,” Bakugou said. “Stop poking your nose into my relationship like the town fucking gossip.”

Midoriya flushed a little, looking slightly chastened when you turned back to him in question. He gave you an embarrassed little smile. “I did want to meet you for reasons other than your model. Kacchan’s been my friend since I was little, and I wondered what kind of person could interest him so much he wanted my perspective on your work--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou demanded, but he wasn’t fast enough.

You perked up in interest. “He asked you what?”

Bakugou bristled like a cat being dangled over a bath, but Midoriya was paying him no mind. “Right after the last Hero Awards, he’d done all this research and he asked me about whether your model results lined up with some of the personal analysis that I was doing--”

“Deku,” Bakugou’s fingers tightened on your arm, growing alarmingly warm. “If you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to punch all of your teeth straight down your throat and into your stomach.”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya protested, but he was interrupted by a call on the overhead for everyone to start taking their places in the theater interior for the awards to begin.

Bakugou used the distraction to pry you away from Midoriya. In the blink of an eye, he’d gotten you across the theater and was corralling you towards the Miruko agency tables, looking like he’d sucked on a lemon. You stifled a laugh. You’d wondered a couple months ago exactly how and when he’d figured out you were quirkless, and he’d once asked if you thought you were the only one who’d done their research.

If things were anything like you were starting to suspect, your demands that he do better at the Hero Awards had apparently aroused his interest in more ways than one.

You and Bakugou hadn’t exactly settled on formal terms for your relationship yet, and he still more often than not answered any of your interest with the assertion that you were the one with the crush on him. But this was more evidence--beyond the mysterious coffees that showed up at your workstation almost every morning--that your interest was more intensely reciprocated than he was willing to own up to.

By the time you’d settled at a table and been flanked by a grinning Mina and Kaminari, the awards were getting underway. They were thrilling to watch, something you’d had to miss out on last year when you needed to sneak out with a giant hole in the front of your dress. The heroes you’d worked with this year raked in an insane number of awards, and their elation was palpable, so thick you could almost taste it in the air. The pair of men with satyr horns were named the Best Rookie Duo, Miruko was awarded Takedown of the Year, and Kaminari clocked the Fastest Fight Win for a battle last month in which he’d rendered a villain with an aluminum quirk insensate only seconds into the fight.

A very unfortunate match up, you thought.

Mina nabbed an award for Fan Favorite, and in almost no time, it was the moment that you’d been nervously awaiting since nominations had gone out. You’d cheated, doing your own calculations behind everyone’s backs just to get a clearer picture of what his chances were, and you rather liked his odds, but there was always a chance it wouldn’t go how you thought. But this was the moment that Bakugou was up for Most Valuable Hero.

You barely heard any of the words the host was saying as he trotted out the names of the nominees, detailing some of their key accomplishments. He covered Bakugou's latest slew of assists and rescues, stats that made you feel kind of weirdly warm and proud, and then your ears strained for the syllables you’d hoped to hear.

And then:

“The winner is...our explosive number six, Ground Zero!”

It took everything in you not to leap out of your seat in joy, though something like a strangled squeal managed to escape you. Bakugou gave you an evaluating look as he got to his feet, stalking up on stage with his usual intensity.

As soon as he was up there, it struck you that allowing him time for an acceptance speech was maybe not a great idea. Graciousness was not exactly a strength of his.

“Obviously I’m the most valuable,” he growled into the mic. The stage lights glinted off his hair and teeth, making him look slightly more predatory than usual. “I didn’t need you fucks to tell me.”

A choking noise could be heard from Kirishima’s seat a couple tables over, and Mina put her head in her hands.

“What’s important is that I’m number six now and it only took me a month,” Bakugou’s head swiveled in the direction of Midoriya and you suppressed a groan. “Don’t get fucking comfortable. I’m gonna wipe the floor with every one of the top five, and next awards you’ll all be kissing my ass.”

He didn’t seem like he had much more he wanted to say, which was an incredible relief as both the host and nearby security looked about ready to wrestle him offstage.

He leapt neatly down from the stage, and when he made it back to the table, he didn’t take his seat again. Instead, he grabbed your arm, hauling you out of your seat, and then he was pulling you down the aisle and through the door to the reception area.

He pulled you past the snack table and you thought he was steering you towards the stairwell again, but at the last second he took a sudden turn, shoving you through a door into the women’s powder room. You didn’t even have enough time to formulate a question before he had you backed up against the wall, your shoulders hitting the cool stone at the same time his mouth hit yours.

His kiss was hot and demanding as always, and you lost yourself in it easily. He trailed a line of burning kisses down your neck and over your shoulder, making you shudder and shake when he lingered too long over any particular spot.

It was hard to think past the press of his body on yours, but you tried your best to formulate words.

“Katsuki--it’s--we’re in the women’s room,” you panted, embarrassed by the fact that even as you spoke, you were clutching him closer. “This is--what are you--? S-someone’s gonna come in.”

Bakugou broke apart from you just long enough to level a searching glance around the room and--spotting what he’d been looking for--hefting the trashcan in front of the door with a forceful kick to stop it shut.

“There, nerd. Now stop fucking complaining,” he rasped, immediately attaching his mouth back under your jaw. You shuddered.

“What the fuck has gotten into you,” you demanded, seizing a fistful of his blonde hair to pull him back from where he was leaving what felt like a very deep bruise over your collarbone.

He leveled you with a burning, red-eyed stare. “Like you don’t fucking know.”

You looked at him in question. “...I actually don’t.”

He tried to lean in again but you gripped his hair harder. “What? You can’t just keep throwing me up against walls, especially here. What is it with you and shoving me into weird places at the Hero Awards?”

Bakugou growled. “If you don’t shut the fuck up and let me do what I want, I’m gonna burn throught this dress too.”

You froze up, then glared at him accusingly. “I literally write the code that processes your rank. If you ever wanna come within sniffing distance of the top three, you won’t touch a single thread of this dress.”

The hands on you grew hot, but not hot enough to burn. Bakugou slid a calloused hand over the curve of your waist, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

“God, the fuckin’ attitude on you,” he said, almost reverently.

You felt your face warm under his scrutiny as he leaned closer. “You wanna know what's gotten into me? I wanted to melt that entire fucking thing off you last year. You were so fucking mouthy, such a little brat to me. Wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you right in the stairwell until you forgot you’d ever even heard of numbers.”

You shivered. Bakugou smirked, eyes darkening, leaning back in to bite under your jaw. You realized you’d lost your grip on him and willed your fingers to cooperate again.

“I fucking won that stupid award because I let you boss me around. I've waited an entire year. Now you’re gonna let me do whatever I want with you.”

Your legs went out from beneath you but Bakugou was already there, catching you under your thighs and hauling you up onto the countertop between the sinks. Your back brushed the mirror, glass cold under your shoulder blades.

“Y--you know, if you actually want to be number one, you can’t make speeches like you did,” you babbled nervously as he filled the space between your thighs. “Your public approval rating is part of your ranking, right? It’s weighted right below rescues…”

Bakugou paid you no mind, fingers already searching over your back to find the zipper to your dress. He yanked it down with little ceremony, seizing the front of your bodice to pull it off of you.

“I don’t need to be fucking nice if I’m the one saving the day,” he announced imperiously, leaning down to capture a nipple with his mouth.

Your hips jerked, and he pressed a hand to your thigh, holding you back down against the counter. Dimly, you registered that the words were familiar. “N--not--ah!--not this again.”

Bakugou didn’t deign to respond, instead doing something absolutely mind-bending with his tongue. You swore loudly, catching a fistful of his jacket. “Fuck, Katsuki!”

A hot palm slid up your thigh, gathering up the soft material of your skirt until he could slip a hand underneath. Calloused fingers trailed over your core with obvious intention. You inhaled sharply when he pressed them into you, leaning up to cover your mouth with his again.

Bakugou had you squirming wildly against him in barely a minute, snorting when you tried to get a hand on his zipper.

“Want me that bad, nerd?” he asked, pressing forehead to yours in an oddly tender move.

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna finish things myself,” you threatened, though Bakugou did not look at all as if he believed you.

He helped you get his zipper down, taking himself in hand, but he stopped just as he brushed your entrance, leaning forward to bite another kiss into your mouth.

“Now it’s time for you to make good on your end of the bet,” he growled, a smirk growing over his features. “You’ll tell me I’m the best and I was right all along.”

You stilled underneath him, disbelieving. “Are you--are you fucking serious.”

Bakugou pressed forward, just enough for you to feel the pressure of him on your clit. You fought down a noise like a whimper. Damn him.

“I jumped two ranks,” he said. “You’ll tell me I’m the best if you want me, nerd.”

“I am not gonna beg for you like this,” you announced, though it sounded a little more like a question than you had wanted it to.

Bakugou brushed his thumb over your clit again and little sparks danced over the corner of your vision. “Mmm, you’re gonna scream.”

You felt something like a tension snap inside you. Fuck it. He was so annoying but holy shit if he wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever encountered. If he needed his ego stroked, well it wasn’t nearly as much as you needed your own stroking.

You grit your teeth. “Ugh, fine--just--you’re the best, and you were right all along. Now will you please--”

You didn’t even get to finish before he was sinking into you, narrow hips fitting flush with your thighs. You swore at the feeling of fullness, and then he was moving, picking up into a frantic pace. He leaned forward, sealing his mouth over yours to swallow all the little noises you were making. It was mere minutes before you were shivering underneath him again, moving your hips to meet his, desperate for more, Katsuki, more.

“Ah fuck--so fucking good for me,” he grunted against your mouth, giving a particularly hard thrust, and that was all it took to unravel you.

You stifled a scream in the thick fabric of his jacket, arching up into him. He cursed and followed after you with a few more short thrusts, crushing you against the counter when he let his weight go slack.

You panted underneath him, catching your breath while your fingers slowly unclenched themselves from the hem of his suit jacket. Bakugou rubbed his face in the hollow of your shoulder, radiating smug satisfaction.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, nerd?” he rasped, biting down lightly where he’d left the hickey earlier.

You pulled back, looking into his face again. He looked far too pleased with himself, but he was so handsome like this, all messy hair and a kiss darkened mouth. Your irritation with him fizzled out a little.

He flashed you a predatory grin. “You said it yourself--I'm the fucking best.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop your hand from coming up and tangling in his hair. “Shut the fuck up.”

Bakugou, predictably, did not look as if he was going to shut the fuck up at all. So you took matters into your own hands, and leaned in and kissed him again.

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nxrthmizu · 5 years ago

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Eleven: In Which Bruce Tries To Meet His Daughter-In-Law (But Fails)

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/Part One//Part Ten/

Description: In which the fashion show finally takes place :D

Warnings: None

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And I’m back with an update! :D Currently I’m in a small town in the middle of a mountains… Basically, the middle of nowhere in which you need to drive through three (If there isn’t traffic) hours of mountains to get to. But! I have Wi-Fi, so here I am, typing an update for you from the middle of nowhere :D

As always, this wasn’t proof-read, I didn’t have enough time, sorry :( so please contact me if any mistakes were found! :D Enjoy

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Kitty dropped into her balcony seconds before her transformation dropped. She leaped off her bunk-bed-thingy into the middle of her bedroom, where the unfinished dress stood calmly.

“Help yourself to the macarons.” Marinette told Plagg distractedly. “I need to finish the dress.”

“Hey.”

Marinette hummed, looking up to see Robin casually leaning against one of the pillars. She screeched, backtracking in surprise until her brain fully registered who it was. “Um, hey?”

Robin blushed. “I know I shouldn’t be in your room unannounced but… I saw that you needed help.” He gestured to her dress. “And I thought if you needed a pair of extra hands, I could…?”

Marinette bit her lip. “I suppose.” She smiled. “Alright, come here and I’ll run you through quickly.” She glanced at the clock, and quickly checked to make sure that Plagg was safely hidden in a little crevasse behind numerous fabrics and organisation shelves on her desk. “We have… Ten minutes until my friends get here. I need to have my dress done by then.”

She quickly ran him through the process of sewing each pearl, and to no surprise, Robin was an attentive learner and was basically, the definition of delicate. His first pearl had been a little shaky, but the one after his first was near- If not- Perfect. He had even distributed the sparkles around the pearls proportionally- And that was something that took loads of practice. It had taken her weeks to perfect that skill, and he got the whole thing perfect after watching her just once.

“There we go.” Marinette smiled, snapping off the thread as the last pearl went in securely. With the two of them working, fuelled by fiery determination- They’d finished the dress in no time.

“I’ll be there.” He said, breaking the satisfying silence between the two of them. She looked up in surprise, the sheer happiness in her bluebell eyes making him blush excessively. “I’ll go there in my civilian identity, so you won’t see me- But I’ll be there.” He told her, smiling shyly. “Good luck.”

Marinette coughed, her cheeks blossoming in scarlet, secretly really pleased that he had bothered to find out and to tell her. “Could I.. Get a good luck kiss?”

He pulled her close, dipping her by the waist as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, the little squeal escaping her throat almost making him growl possessively.

“Good luck, angel.” Robin whispered, shooting his grappling hook out before leaping from the balcony.

Marinette watched, dazed as he left, her fingers rising to touch where he’d kissed her.

“Marinette! I’m ready to rock that runway!” Chloe announced her arrival, slipping out of the trapdoor, snapping Marinette out of her daze.

“R-Right.” The bluenette stuttered. “Right. The runway.”

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That was by far, Damian’s second kiss, and he couldn’t have been anymore flustered. It did bother him- He wanted her to love his civilian identity, too, so maybe one day he’d tell her- But as of then… He touched his lips, still slightly tainted with Marinette’s chapstick, and blushed.

“Alright.” He dropped into a back alley, where he had stashed his extra clothes- He had, actually, stashed a lot of of his clothes everywhere in case he ever needed a quick change from being Robin. “I have a fashion show to attend.”

—

“Perfect.” Marinette breathed as Chloe twirled once with her white-blue-and-yellow dress. The upper half of the dress was tailored to be skin-tight for Chloe while the lower half opened in a upside down tulip-shaped gown. White lined each fold of the gown, followed by a blue backdrop. The cute, rounded collar of the dress shone a pastel yellow, with the ends of the dress lined in yellow as well.

“Now put this on.” Marinette ushered, handing Chloe another hanger, but this one had a white blazer on it. Yellow and black stripes alike to a bumblebee’s twirled along the white of the blazer, giving the whole piece a very striking feel.

“Utterly gorgeous.” Chloe breathed, twirling around before flipping her hair. “Aren’t I gorgeous?”

Marinette giggled. “Yes, yes you are.” The bluenette’s eyes twinkled. “Do you know what you’re missing?”

The bluenette reached into Chloe’s purse, where Pollen was resting quietly. The bee brooch shone in the evening sun, and Marinette slipped in properly over Chloe’s silvery, blonde hair. “There.” She smiled. “You deserve it, Chloe.”

The blonde’s lip trembled. She turned away, embarrassed. “I-I’m not crying, Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette pulled the blonde in for a hug, her arms looping around the dress to squeeze Chloe in for a hug that conveyed a thousand messages.

Thank you.

“Um… Hey.” Damian cleared his throat, an amused smile on his lips as the two girls turned to glare at him in unison.

“We were having a moment!” Chloe snapped. “Be quiet. Get out!”

Marinette sighed, letting go of Chloe. “Well, Damian, let’s get you changed, too.” She retrieved two articles of clothing from off the hanger, handing him a black button-up shirt, a pair of dark green jeans, and finally, a black-green vest to go on top of all of it.

Damian took the hangers from Marinette, turning to go change. The bluenette stared as he left, the small pinch of green sparkles between his fingertips only adding more to her growing suspicion.

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“It’s the right size?” Marinette asked as she told Damian to move around and check if the blazer was just right for him.

“Yes.” He nodded, a little worried. When he took to hanger from her, he’d used the hand with the sparkles on them- He didn’t have time to wash them off, and he only noticed when he went to change in the toilet.

Shuffling over to her table, Marinette came back with a brush and and a bottle of hair spray. “Don’t move.” She instructed as she stood on her tip-toes, reaching up to tame his messy black bangs.

Damian chuckled, kneeling down so she didn’t have to strain herself to reach up. The bluenette huffed, brushing his hair with more strength, making him wince in the process.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Damian scowled. “Easy, an- Marinette.” He corrected.

Chloe rolled her eyes at the two. “Hurry up! The show must go on, and it can’t go on without the main characters, okay?”

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Bruce sat in the front row of the fashion show, his finger lingering over Damian’s number. Before he could decide on whether to call is son, however, the lights flicked on.

Meanwhile, in the backstage, the designer was pepping up her models as she handed the both of them black masks that would help conceal their identities (Paris is blind, just a mask will make you unrecognisable). “You’ve got this!” Marinette grinned. “Fighting!”

Chloe nodded confidently, tying the mask around her head, avoiding her hair, while Damian only smiled warmly to reassure the bluenette. “We’ll be fine.” He told her, putting on his own mask, knowing she was only trying to calm her own nerves. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her palm.

Marinette made a purring noise in her throat softly before she caught herself. She cleared her throat, her own mask in hand. “Um, good luck?”

“Let’s give it up for the MDC line!” The MC announced, and the two took that as their cue.

“Presenting to you- Bumblebee in the Sky.”

Chloe stepped out first, the white, blue and yellow dress catching the eyes of many in the crowd due to it’s striking palette. The white blazer flapped fiercely in the wind that was supplied by the large fans towards the side, and the blonde strutted on the walkway, flipping her hair, striking a pose on the end of the walkway. Cameras flashed at the unique design of the bumblebee stripes on the white blazer, and the audience clapped. Chloe turned back towards the entrance, and Damian was ushered out.

“Nightingales in the Dark.”

He was a little uncomfortable with the lights and cameras- But he was a Wayne. He was used to it.

The audience murmured about the unique, shiny fabric that was the dark green base for the suit. The black button shirt, under the sight of the spotlights, revealed spiralling, silver designs that detailed of nightingales and ivies. It was only when the light shone down on it, it would reflect and glow against the dark fabric.

Damian glowered fiercely at the cameras as he stood on the end of the walkway, catching sight of Marinette stuffing Chloe into the next design out of the corner of his eye. He had to take his time- So that Chloe had enough time to change. Changing his pose, Damian saw an ‘ok’ sign from Marinette, and headed back inside as Chloe emerged with her next ensemble.

“May I present to you- Majesty.”

The next dress was the pastel yellow masterpiece that was clearly inspired by Queen Bee. Chloe’s blonde hair danced in the wind gracefully, the brooch on her hair sparkling bright and golden.

The crowd awed at the pastel dress- Golden detailing lined the dress the same way they lined Damian’s shirt- They would only show under the light. Golden threads told of numerous, graceful bees that were waltzing in the wind, and colourful threads painted flowers and grasses along the edge of the dress, bringing out colours of red, dark blue, emerald and ivory white.

Chloe posed more than multiple times for the camera, each camera fighting for cover-page photos of the gorgeous dress.

Meanwhile, Damian was busy putting on his next set- The grey t-shirt with his Robin jacket. When he emerged from the changing room, Marinette had a knowing smile on her lips.

“Ready?” She asked softly. He nodded, smiling in reply.

“Ready.”

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When Bruce first saw Damian onstage, it was definitely not what he had been expecting. He had never thought Damian would be modelling- That said quite a lot about the girl, if she was able to convince Damian to model.

He had taken more than one photo and maybe shed more than one (1) tear.

After the spectacular piece that was Majesty, Bruce had been throughly awed by the aspiring designer.

“Now, let’s give a round of applause for a piece that was inspired by one of Gotham’s superheroes- Robin!”

Damian stepped into the light, feeling more than comfortable in the jacket that was made for him.

The jacket gleamed in Robin’s primary colors- Black, red, green and yellow. The R logo sat above his heart, the silver zip gleaming under the brightness of the spotlights. The hoodie had been pulled up, revealing white fur sewed into the lining of the hoodie, similar to how the actual Robin’s uniform was like. The grey t-shirt he wore under the jacket was fluid and soft, the black jeans perfect for active movement.

The click of cameras went of in what seemed like the distance as Damian sensed Marinette’s eyes on him, seemingly full of pride.

He wondered if she was thinking about what Robin would think if he were in the crowd?

—

“That was a success!” Marinette beamed. “Even though there were only four ensembles, it was really good!”

Chloe and Damian felt their hearts warm at the sight of the bluenette jumping around in excitement.

“Now, all that’s left is the closing act.” Marinette smiled. “I prepared two more ensembles for you two, we’re probably going to need to go out and take more pictures.” She shrugged.

Chloe groaned. “More?”

A giggle escaped the bluenette’s lips. “Once we’re done, I’ll treat you both to coffee and some cake, okay?”

—

The cameras went wild as the two models finally walked out in the last piece they had to present.

Damian wore a Lordbug-inspired piece. A white button-up shirt peaked out from below his black and red sweater, paired with a pair of black-and-white checkerboard loose slacks. A grey jacket was tied around his waist, and to top it off, a black cap with ‘Lordbug’ embroided on the front sat on his dark bangs.

Chloe wore a Kitty-inspired outfit. A large, black sweater with the words ‘Meow’ stitched in bold white in the middle caught the hearts of many. Chloe had pulled up the hoodie of the sweater, revealing cat ears sewn on the hoodie itself. A dark blue, plaited skirt revealed a pair of long socks with the pattern of cat’s whiskers on Chloe’s legs, finished by a pair of green-black boots.

The crowd lost it. The headlines the next day would read ‘Paris’s Superheroes Inspired MDC’s First Line’.

“Now, let’s introduce MDC herself- Wearing her own original!” The audience sat on the edge of their seats, anticipating the great designer who had created all of the wonderful masterpieces that they just saw.

The two models stood on both sides of the walkway, matching, proud smiles on their faces as the shy bluenette pushed past the curtain that blocked the view of the backstage.

She was truly, the star of the show- Literally.

Black netting- Tinged with silver threads- Formed the collar, dipping into a dark, velvety, black fabric. A heart neckline, perfectly shaped, showed just enough of Marinette’s collarbone. The top half of the dress hugged Marinette’s usually concealed curves while the bottom half blossomed into a floor-length ballgown. The folds in the ballgown were evenly distributed, the pearls among the fabric like shining stars in the sky. The sprinkled, emerald sparkles only emphasised on the concept of making the pearls alike to stars.

Marinette blushed, brushing a strand of her dark blue hair behind her ear.

“Let’s give a round of applause for MDC!”

The hall exploded into thunderous applause, marvelling at the young designer standing on the stage. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

Marinette cleared her throat, her black mask only framing her bluebell eyes flawlessly. “Well, actually, I’m a little overwhelmed.” She laughed, immediately capturing the hearts of the Parisians on sight. Bruce’s heart warmed, like I’m going to adopt that kid.

“It’s my first time publicly letting my works go out, so I was quite nervous.” MDC admitted. “But I’m really, really happy with how it turned out, and I have to thank my wonderful models for that.”

The MC nodded approvingly. “Well, MDC, do you plan to start your own brand, seeing as how popular it’s going to be?”

MDC nodded. “I’ve always wanted to start my own brand. Starting tomorrow, the MDC website will be open for commissions.” She smiled.

The crowd chattered excitedly at the announcement, and Bruce nodded approvingly. The girl was confident, independent, and polite. Truly, this girl that Damian had found one-of-a-kind.

“Will you be planning on revealing your identity one day?” The MC asked, holding the mic to Marinette’s lips.

MDC hummed, contemplating on her answer. “Perhaps one day I will,” She said truthfully. “But as of currently, I’d rather keep it under wraps until I’m old enough to reveal it.”

The crowd gasped in surprise.

“Yes, I’m underage.” MDC revealed, “I’m still in school, and I’m still studying. Maybe after I graduate, I’ll announce my identity.” She bowed. “Thank you for coming to my fashion show today, everyone.” She smiled softly. “It makes me really happy. Thank you once again.”

Cameras scrambled for pictures.

“MDC, can we get a picture of you and your models, please?” They implored.

Alya scrambled against the flow of the adults, jumping up and down excitedly. “MDC, can I get a picture with you, please?” She grinned. “I’m the Kittyblogger!”

If it was six months ago, Marinette would’ve gladly gave Alya a photo, but now was different.

“I’ve brought my own camera person.” She told the crowd politely.

Aurore pushed her way through the crowd, an honoured smile on her lips. “MDC, can you and your models face my camera, please?”

Chloe and Damian glanced at Marinette for confirmation, and she nodded. The three stood together, smiling as Aurore took pictures of them, the other cameras scrambling to stand behind Aurore to get photos as well. Once the girl was done, Marinette gestured for the two to go backstage.

“Thank you so much, everyone.” She bowed politely, leaving to go backstage with the rest.

Once backstage, they found Aurore waiting.

“You ready for the interview?” She asked, a smile on her face. “Once again, I must thank you, MDC. It’s an honour.”

Marinette brushed it off. “I need to thank you. Right, um, I think I’m ready.”

Aurore begin recording, and gave Marinette the ‘ok’ sign.

“Hello, everyone. My name is MDC, and I’m a designer.” She smiled.

“MDC, what are your designs primarily inspired by?” Aurore asked from behind her camera.

MDC tilted her head, making a thinking face. “Well, they’re mostly inspired by people around me. As you saw, some of the ensembles were inspired by the superheroes that have been protecting our city.”

Aurore nodded, giving Marinette a thumbs up. “Just now, on stage, you announced that you would be setting up a website and that you would be accepting commissions. How much, on average, will the commissions be?”

“That depends.” Marinette paused. “As you saw, the fabric I use for the ensembles are not ordinary fabrics- In fact, some of them I made myself. The embroidery on the fabrics take quite some time as well. I only use the best materials for my works, so it’ll depend on what materials I used and how much those were.” She gave an apologetic look.

Aurore nodded in understanding. “I understand. Your art is a rather detailed art, after all, it takes up a lot of effort. How much time do you use to make one ensemble?”

“That depends. Before, I used to be really busy as my ex-friends used to commission things out of me without paying, so my schedule was really packed up. However, I am pleased to announce that my schedule has been cleared up, so it should take an average of one week to two weeks for a commission, however, if it takes a lot of hand-work, it might stretch up maximum to two months.”

Aurore nodded. “Thank you so much for interview, MDC. I wish you luck in your line of work, and I look forward in seeing more of your designs!”

The camera clicked off, and Aurore squealed. “I cannot thank you enough, Mari!”

Marinette sighed in relief, taking off her mask. “I’ll have to thank you, you’re helping me advertise.”

Aurore paused, digesting the thought. “I suppose so, but you’re giving me my chance to be a famous blogger!” Aurore sighed dreamily. “I promise I’ll take this seriously.”

“I’m sure you will,” Marinette groaned tiredly. “Right, who wants coffee and cake?”

—

Bruce sat on his seat, not moving, still waiting for the three to come out from behind the curtains. He wanted to meet his future-daughter-in-law, after all.

Most of the crowd had dispersed- In fact, practically everyone had left. It was just Bruce, being a lonely old man by himself in the entire hall.

At last, he decided to just call his son.

“Damian.”

“Yes.”

“Where are you?”

“...Why?”

“I need to meet my daughter-in-law.”

“No.”

And then he hung up.

Bruce looked up only to see three teens sneaking out from the side door. He shook his head, sighed, and went back to his hotel.

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/Part Twelve/

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Poor Bruce :( Issok you’ll meet Mari sooner or later <3

Next chapter is probably going to be heavy salt about Lila knowing MDC

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For the week of 18 March 2019

Quick Bits:

Aquaman #46 is the penultimate chapter of “Unspoken Water”, as “Andy” and Caille confront Namma. I love the world-building that Kelly Sue DeConnick is doing here, enriching DC’s godly pantheons greatly, and I swear that Robson Rocha, Daniel Henriques, and Sunny Gho are somehow getting better with each subsequent issue. Epic storytelling.

| Published by DC Comics

Avengers #17 concludes the war of the vampires from Jason Aaron, David Marquez, Erick Arciniega, and Cory Petit. It’s as gloriously over-the-top as the entire story-arc and it sets up a new status quo for the Winter Guard as well as a few other surprises. The art from Marquez and Arciniega is glorious.

| Published by Marvel

Avengers: No Road Home #6 gives an extra-sized issue for Conan and Scarlet Witch’s adventure from Jim Zub, Al Ewing, Mark Waid, Sean Izaakse, Jay David Ramos, Marcio Menyz, and Cory Petit. It works well as a Conan story with monsters and magic, while still giving a bit of insight as to what horrors are still occurring on the traditional 616-side.

| Published by Marvel

Batman #67 is almost dialogue-free, leaving the bulk of the storytelling up to the art and sound effects from Lee Weeks, Jorge Fornés, Lovern Kindzierski, and Clayton Cowles. It’s damn good.

| Published by DC Comics

Black Badge #8 gives some rare insight into who the kids really are as Matt Kindt, Tyler Jenkins, Hilary Jenkins, and Jim Campbell dive into observational reports from the White Badges. I absolutely love the layers to the characters, as the black ops, highly secretive world that they operate in reveals even more secrets.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

BPRD: The Devil You Know #14 is the penultimate chapter in the Hellboy saga that began 25 years ago. Like every issue of “Ragna Rok”, there are some goodbyes here, checking in on numerous characters throughout the story’s history, and the continued confrontation between Hellboy, Abe, & Liz and Rasputin. This one hurts, a lot. Beautifully depicted by Laurence Campbell and Dave Stewart.

| Published by Dark Horse

Captain Marvel #3 reveals Som’s secrets while Carol tries to build an army out of the survivors. This one’s definitely a bit of a breather as the team works out a plan to take on Nuclear Man. There’s some nice character building with Carol, Hazmat, She-Hulk, and Echo. Carmen Carnero, with colours from Tamra Bonvillain, also continues to impress.

| Published by Marvel

Criminal #3 concludes the two-part “Bad Weekend” arc. I’m really quite liking how Ed Brubaker, Sean Phillips, and Jacob Phillips are approaching this series, telling a variety of tale throughout time, building up existing and new characters, and really giving depth to the world.

| Published by Image

Dark Red #1 is a great debut from Tim Seeley, Corin Howell, Mark Englert, and Marshall Dillon exploring the concept of the American vampire, like True Blood, American Vampire, or Redneck. It goes a little bit simpler diving into the ordinary, rural, service sector life of Chip the vampire, which makes for the twist in the plot more intriguing.

| Published by AfterShock

Electric Warriors #5 pulls out some more surprises in this penultimate chapter. Steve Orlando, Travel Foreman, Javi Fernandez, Richard Friend, Hi-Fi, and Travis Lanham spark the rebellion here setting up a cliffhanger for a very interesting conclusion.

| Published by DC Comics

Farmhand #6 returns from its break, weirder than ever. Amidst the EPA crawling down Jed’s labs throat trying to figure out what happened with the weird side effects and bizarre spread, Jedediah, Zeke, Riley, and Mikhail go fishing. Odd, that. Wonderfully bizarre story and art as always from Rob Guillory, Taylor Wells, and Kody Chamberlain.

| Published by Image

Guardians of the Galaxy #3 advances “The Final Gauntlet” from Donny Cates, Geoff Shaw, Marte Gracia, and Cory Petit as Starfox’s Dark Guardians continue to try to beat Gamora’s location out of people and the real Guardians try to convince Star-Lord to help protect her. Very nice bits of humour, phenomenal artwork, some interesting developments regarding Wraith and Knull, and I’m really getting the impression that the “new Thanos” is the scarred and broken Starfox.

| Published by Marvel

Immortal Hulk #15 is more brilliance from Al Ewing, Joe Bennett, Ruy José, Paul Mounts, and Cory Petit. This arc definitely seems to be focused on Hulk’s old friends and family, with this issue featuring Doc Samson, and it’s a wonderful exploration of how Samson is alive again and an analysis on who this Hulk happens to be.

| Published by Marvel

Incursion #2 feels even more epic than the first issue as Gilad turns to Doctor Mirage for assistance, then sets out on a quest through the Deadside. Andy Diggle, Alex Paknadel, Doug Braithwaite, Diego Rodriguez, and Marshall Dillon are crafting what feels like one of the next foundation stones for the future of the Valiant universe. With some of the best art I’ve seen from Braithwaite and Rodriguez.

| Published by Valiant

Infinity 8 #10 begins the fourth cycle, “Symbolic Guerrilla”, adding Kris and Martin Trystram to the creative mix, to introduce us to undercover agent Patty Stardust, stage manager to the Symbolic Guerrillas band, as she gets tapped to try to figure out what’s causing the ship’s destruction and try to stop it. Absolutely love the art from Trystram.

| Published by Lion Forge / Magnetic Collection

Invisible Kingdom #1 is gorgeous. I’m a huge fan of Christian Ward’s artwork and this is incredible. Beautiful use of colour, fascinating character and architecture designs, interesting layouts, delivering a sense of the alien and the familiar at the same time. Between Ward’s art and G. Willow Wilson’s concepts and character building, this feels like they’ve put a lot of thought into world building and it pays off in what feels like a living, breathing society and culture in this first issue. Also a nice mix of “futuristic” and normal lettering from Sal Cipriano that aids nicely in setting the tone and atmosphere for the story. This is an auspicious debut and looks like it should be another hit for Berger Books.

| Published by Dark Horse / Berger Books

Justice League #20 continues “The Sixth Dimension” from Scott Snyder, Jorge Jimenez, Alejandro Sánchez, and Tom Napolitano. The artwork from Jimenez and Sánchez is worth the price of admission alone, this is an incredibly beautiful looking book.

| Published by DC Comics

Lazarus: Risen #1 is the very welcome return of the series from Greg Rucka, Michael Lark, Tyler Boss, Santi Arcas, and Simon Bowland in its new double-sized quarterly format, which also includes a short story from Lilah Sturges, some RPG content from Crystal Frasier, and other assorted backmatter. It’s good. Damn good. Easing us back into the conflict of the world as Johanna Carlyle starts taking care of the family’s problems as more conflict and complications begin to arise. Incredible artwork from Lark, Boss, and Arcas.

| Published by Image

Meet the Skrulls #2 continues to be highly entertaining as the family enacts some of their plans and Carl certainly isn’t going to win any father of the year awards. Niko Henrichon’s artwork is a huge plus for the story, nicely balancing the normal world, the alien nature of the Skrulls, and some neat monster designs to boot.

| Published by Marvel

Middlewest #5 gives us a bit of a look back at how much of an abusive asshole Abel’s father is, while in the present Abel makes an arrangement with the carnival folks. Jorge Corona and Jean-Francois Beaulieu continue to make this one of the most visually interesting series running.

| Published by Image

Naomi #3 presents a number of revelations about some of the characters, including Naomi’s mom acting like a savage mama bear, but not exactly the revelations you’d expect. Brian Michael Bendis and David F. Walker are still taking it a bit slow as to what exactly is going on with Naomi herself, instead building up the characters around her (part of me wonders if she’s actually a Monitor). Also, Jamal Campbell’s artwork remains stunning, truly beautiful work.

| Published by DC Comics / Wonder Comics

Outpost Zero #8 takes us out onto the ice to show what happened when the drill team uncovered the dome, then spends the rest of the issue dealing with the ramifications of that, making the residents of Outpost Zero even more reluctant to go outside to do anything to protect themselves, and the kids still don’t know what to make of what they say. This is kind of a taking stock issue, with the characters trying to figure out next steps again.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Pearl #7 returns with a new arc from Brian Michael Bendis, Michael Gaydos, and Dave Sharpe, with Pearl “on the run” from Mr. Miike, the Endo Twins, and a new player in the FBI’s Yuko Masako. This is developing more of Bendis’ dialogue tics as time goes by, but they’re largely forgiven for just how incredible Gaydos’ artwork is.

| Published by DC Comics / Jinxworld

Sparrowhawk #5 concludes what has been an excellent fantasy adventure from Delilah S. Dawson, Matias Basla, Rebecca Nalty, and Jim Campbell with the confrontation between a fully-changed Artemisia and the faerie queen. It’s great, with some interesting ramifications in all of what Artemisia has lost in her quest to return home for revenge. Great artwork from Basla and Nalty.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Spider-Man: Life Story #1 is off to an interesting start from Chip Zdarsky, Mark Bagley, John Dell, Frank D’Armata, and Travis Lanham. It’s an introspective look at Peter Parker’s life, with some key moments, starting off in the ‘60s deeply tied to then-current events. Some of the best art from Bagley I’ve seen in a while, really nice stuff.

| Published by Marvel

Stronghold #2 continues the impressive world-building from Phil Hester, Ryan Kelly, Dee Cunniffe, and Simon Bowland. We’re introduced this issue to the opposite side in The Adversary and his minions, while the “good” of the Stronghold is put into question and Michael continues to wrestle with who and what he is. Great character work from Hester accompanied by some terrific art from Kelly and Cunniffe.

| Published by AfterShock

Teen Titans #28 is part one of the “Terminus Agenda” crossover with Deathstroke and it kicks off with a bang. Damian’s been travelling down a potentially dark and dangerous road for awhile and it looks like it may be coming to a head with this arc. Amazing action artwork from Bernard Chang and Marcelo Maiolo as the Teen Titans and Deathstroke clash.

| Published by DC Comics

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #92 delves into the negotiations of transfer of power of the Foot Clan to Karai in earnest, delivering some interesting complications to the story that look like they’re going to have significant ramifications. Michael Dialynas, with colours from Ronda Pattison, consistently provides some of the best depictions of the Turtles and the Mutanimals.

| Published by IDW

Thor #11 serves as a counterpoint to last issue’s conflict with Odin, as Thor is aided by his step-mother, Freyja, on the even of The War of the Realms. Beautiful guest art from Lee Garbett and Antonia Fabela.

| Published by Marvel

Venom #12 is another big issue. With art from Joshua Cassara and Rain Beredo, we get more insight into Eddie’s son and a startling development, even after last issue, regarding the symbiote. Donny Cates and the entire creative team are really going full-bore in developing compelling additions to Venom’s mythos.

| Published by Marvel

The Warning #5 feels like one of the first major payoffs for sticking with the story. Edward Laroche has been giving this a real slowburn, making it decidedly feel like chapters and snippets from a work that should probably be read at once. They've been good, but not always entirely satisfying as monthly comics. The set-up last issue and the incendiary contact this issue, though, have really lit a fire to the action.

| Published by Image

West Coast Avengers #9 is kind of bittersweet. It’s another fun issue, full of humour, great character development, and wonderful artwork--from Kelly Thompson, Gang Hyuk Lim, Tríona Farrell, and Joe Caramagna--but it’s the second-to-last issue. I feel like the industry needs more of these types of upbeat superhero series, not less. Especially for Jeff the Land Shark puppy.

| Published Marvel

X-O Manowar #25 is largely all-battle between the bounty hunters and Aric & Schon from Matt Kindt, Tomás Giorello, Diego Rodriguez, and Dave Sharpe. Kindt gets in some nice character moments between Aric and Schon, but you're going to be wanting to pick this up for more gorgeous artwork from Giorello and Rodriguez.

| Published by Valiant

Other Highlights: American Carnage #5, Archie #703, Aristophania - Volume 1: The Kingdom of Azur, Bitter Root #5, Bloodborne #10, Delver #2, Dungeons & Dragons: A Darkened Wish #1, Edgar Allan Poe’s Snifter of Terror #6, Evolution #14, Firefly: Bad Company #1, Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #4, Grumble #5, Haphaven, High Level #2, James Bond 007 #5, Jessica Jones: Purple Daughter #3, JesusFreak, Kaijumax Season 4 #5, Lucifer #6, Lumberjanes #60, Marvel Action: Avengers #3, Miles Morales: Spider-Man #4, Monstress #21, Rainbow Brite #5, Savage Sword of Conan #3, Solo: A Star Wars Story #6, Spider-Man: City at War #1, Star Wars #63, Superb #18, Wizard Beach #4

Recommended Collections: Batman - Volume 9: The Tyrant Wing, Beasts of Burden: Wise Dogs & Eldritch Men, Belzebubs, BPRD: Hell on Earth - Volume 5, Crowded - Volume 1, Encounter - Volume 2, Family Man, Harrow County Library Edition - Volume 2, Nancy Drew: Palace of Wonder, Polar - Volume 4: Kaiser Falls, Seven to Eternity - Volume 3

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thesweetblossoms · 6 years ago

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Floating Marigolds

🌵Today we hiked Tom Thumb trail, which is a beautiful and intoxicating walk on the McDowell Mountains, a half hour away from our apartment in Scottsdale. My memories of the walk are raw and ethereal, steeped in natural wonder and energy, as potent as the fresh snowy white, shimmering morsels of quartz stone, I found on the trail and as delicate as the many clementine orange, tiny, charming butterflies I saw flitting, gliding, rising and falling in gentle waves along the pink sandy earth, the butterflies, appearing like floating marigolds, twirling through jojobas, acacias, teddy bear chollas, prickly pear cactus and the gatherings of many dried scarlet, amethyst, bleached gold and chocolate tinted grasses. We walked along an uncultivated and wild desert with the shadows and sparkles dancing off the ridge of steely gray mountains, the light catapulting from wiry, needle embedded, hardy succulents and feathery clumps of grasses, trailing cautiously over the stumps of dried ocotillos, as the rushed breezes joined nature as it conducted the nimbus clouds, early October sunlight, far off late summer hurricane winds, nectar gathering bees and palpable dust into a beguiling symphony. Rattlesnakes, tarantulas, javelinas, scorpions and other desert dwellers are spotted on this trail. While, I was curious to see the natural inhabitants of such a cosmically and scenically charged terrain, I was grateful not to encounter any lethal fauna. While hiking along, I felt a slightly sinister energy, a nuance and awareness that the groves of chollas, slumbering mesquite trees, the serpentine and the web weaving habitué of the land, did not appreciate, humans ascending to their territory. Yet, being in uninimitable and unhindered natural manifestations, away from man made structures, traffic lights and manicured landscapes, in an open area, has a consciousness altering quality of change, or shifting borders between reality and illusions, of time moving and shaping the physical world, of the future cascading closer and of sudden insights and visions. As my husband trotted ahead, always a few stretches before me, yet close enough so we do not lose each other, I called out as he entreated me to hurry along. “I’m only a few steps behind.”, the words echoing through mystical, mysterious and impenetrable time and space.

Heretofore, my style has been predictable, often veering into the realm of slightly boring, thus, I am attempting to define it, such that it might inspire novel ways to translate my emotions, personality and subtle consciousness, into the way I present my self, with attire and jewelry. As I was born on the seventh of July, the number seven holds immense luck and possibility, and I consider it a charm and constant reminder of the magical nature of reality. The seven elements of my style would include romantic, feminine, mysterious, bohemian, poetic, classic and simple.

I tend to reach timelessly for white, nude or pale pink shirts, blouses and tops with skinny blue/black jeans, or black or navy shorts, I possess a cast of navy, emerald, white, camel, misty gray, mustard yellow, varied hues of pink and a few royal purple tinted dresses, I vary these, by sprinkling in a few petite floral patterned or striped pieces. My jewelry, consists of pearl, emerald or diamond studs or a pair of very thin gold hoops, I wear my engagement ring every day, with a combinations of a simple pearl ring I inherited from my grandmother, a minimal rose quartz band, or a ring with seven, small Zambian emeralds, I also wear my black Hermès watch, with pearl or brass bracelets. I tend to wear either nude high-heel sandals or pink, navy blue or leopard print ballet flats. In the mornings, dressing myself is a cherished ritual, I enjoy the unplanned nature and the momentous act of going through my collection of apparel, scarfs, shoes, belts and purses to help me gauge both the mood of the day and my own particular sensibility. I remind myself often, to look more carefully at the contents of my closet, rather then to miss details that might highlight a look, idea, or expression more powerfully and clearly, perhaps noting how one of my pink cardigans may be worn with thin spaghetti strapped dresses for work, or how a black piece with pearls would be both appealing and require scant thought on the days I am running late.

Here are a few insights into the elements of my style:

Romantic ambiances include, slowly opening cosmos petals, smoky Egyptian musk incense, a slow whirling fan and a window open with white curtains flapping softly, carrying notes of honeysuckle and jasmine. On days that I skew particularly romantic, I might leave my hair in loose waves, wear a pink dress as pale as a flushed cream rose and eat an almond croissant with dark vanilla coffee.

While, the feminine energies permeate my experience of reality, with attenuating garden blossoms, of noticing the golden light on miniature ivory roses, or of creating a handmade avocado toast with extra squeezes of lime and pink salt drifting like dawn mist on the pale green sea crowned with freshly torn basil, or of a tying a pleasingly floral patterned black and white silk scarf around a high ponytail.

The elements of mystery, heighten the charm and increase curiosity, such as when I deliberately button up my white cotton shirt, over a peach pink bralette, or when I move to reveal, the glimmering sparkles of minimal pearl or brass bracelets, under the long sleeves of a nude toned chiffon dress. The nuances of mystery linger especially poignantly, in the study of contrasts, of wearing a tight bun with a free, flowing, unrestricted dress or styling long, loose, tresses with a tight, caramel lacy blouse and charcoal skinny jeans. In evoking mystery, I try to imagine a poetess in a summer garden, listening to the songs of the pastel nectarine, dawn pink and blood orange stained dahlias that only she can hear, or of the perfume of blossoming foamy white roses, drifting quietly from the garden, on a night of a charged secret, rendezvous by a rollicking, capricious and lighthearted sea.

My bohemian temperament stems from my desire to grow wildflowers, to cut a few for a tiny vintage vase, to wear vibrant coral, burnt sienna, incanted jade green and white cotton dresses with gold hoops, to spray rose and jasmine mist, to burn palo santo, to light a few tea light candles to saturate darkened rooms with pools of starlight, to dwell among old books, houseplants and fairy lights, to read French literature, to dance on a frayed lilac and silver Persian carpet, write about light, memories, emotions and flowers, drink chamomile tea, remain awake dangerously late to read, do yoga, to traipse into reveries, of Paris in the rain, of picnics with artists in a field of poppies and of carelessly swimming in a painterly vanilla and frangipani grove by the sea.

A poetic nature stems from an inclination to glimpse at the heart rendering pain and beauty in any moment, of the perfume of the tuberose strung canopy on a wedding night on a lush hill overlooking a misty winter bay, of an accidental snapping on a beloved string of pearls on the road to California, of ink stained hands and gardeners nails, of rubbing coconut, jasmine and ylang ylang oil over freshly lavender soaped skin, of never having too many lace, silk or chiffon dresses, or of enthusiastically wearing scarfs and wraps during pumpkin spice latte season in the desert.

Classic elements evoke a timeless sensibility and appeal, it appears in my life when I choose objects and pieces that occur whimsically and beguilingly in nature, such as by wearing pearls, turquoise, or rose quartz, from wearing natural fabrics such as silk or cotton, or choosing the cuts of cloth that have yet to be rendered dated, such as shift dresses, pea coats, white button down shirts, shirt dresses accompanied with brightly hued ballet slippers or nude wedges. It translates into the style of my home in the faint whispers from my collection of old English literature books by M. Somerset Maugham, Oscar Wilde, Daphne Du Maurier and more, or in my curated blue and white china collections, or a massive hoard of natural linen napkins, in piles of soft, cashmere, kanthas or Turkish blankets, in botanical and seaside art and paintings, in natural, raw wood furniture, lambs wool rugs, hand made ceramics and more.

The charm of simplicity is noticing the details, so that one may curate and disregard extraneous elements that diminish the purest forms and shapes. Nature is often my muse when I attempt to simplify my thoughts, ideas, design, fashion or lifestyle; for nature reminds us that most beautiful things are generally free, indelible in our memories, is measured in joy rather than in time, yet often taken for granted, such as the unadorned blue and white of the sky, or the emerald light in a green forest, or the rows or ivory roses, mixed with pots of lavender and faded pink geraniums lining a driveway, or of the dual purposes of perfume and glow inherent in a single bottle of coconut oil, in pearl earrings and a blush pink silk dress, or of the wondrous ecstasy of a storm halfway between midnight and the first light, with the windows open, the hurried gales, intense strikes of lightning, lashing rain and felonious thunder, carrying us though the night like a ship in a tempest ridden sea, the earth rollicking and dancing through myriad reveries, while our souls are set adamantly free in way that only occurs while we sleep, the unexplainable darkness of reality, temporarily stayed, by the poetic grace and shimmering excitement of the desert during a rainstorm many hours before the sunrise. Very often, I try to renegotiate my desire for variety, complexity and maximalism with an equally painful inclination for those entities that exult in plainness, such as crisp toast with butter, or a French braid with red lips, or of seashell, poetry book and rose quartz collections, or of rosewater mist and candle lit yoga, or the tantalizing pairing of a cup of green tea and a blanket.

The most salient concern in armoring myself for date nights, errands, visiting garden stores, bookstores, coffee shops or to the law firm, is how a garment makes me feel; how a vivid peach dress with a lilac cardigan may help ameliorate anxiety on Monday, or how a midnight blue shirt dress might assist me on days, I need to refocus my energies on my ongoing projects or how a white peasant blouse, dangling earrings and faintly pink jeans, anoints a lighter mood and gypsy vibes to a mellow Wednesday. Yet, another lens to view my style is through the experiences I hope to have, so I might collect a scandalous amount of pale pink chiffon dresses, for dancing as the clock strikes midnight in a lantern scattered garden in Marrakech, dewy with the perfume of orange blossoms, thick groves of tuberose, calla lilies, cypresses and palms, or a camel sheath with pearls for investor meetings in steely fortresses, or a emerald silk mini dress for an afternoon of visiting art galleries and antique stores while visiting by husbands family home in Connecticut. But the truest way we adorn ourselves are through the little pinpricks of gathered light, accumulated fires and entrapped breezes that we patiently fasten, insert or slide on as final, lingering touches, maybe it is the the diamond tear shaped earrings given by your mothers best friend for your engagement, a delicate lavender rice pearl bracelet found on a trip to Sedona, opal stud earrings reminding you of the ones your parents gave you as a gift on your 12th birthday, the original opals likely in safe in a bank deposit box in Toronto or Dhaka, or the vintage emerald ring you brought for yourself to break the webs of ennui in those mind numbingly plebeian routines annotated by the music of tiny silver anklet bells. For, there is yet explained magic and deeply alchemical poetry impressed upon the gems, stones and minerals that we find along our journey, some inherited, others gifted and a few collected on our own, these are mesmerizing and solid reminders that we linger among stars, that we are as fragile as plum blossoms in the path of an impatient may gale, that the light entrances even the most sleeping entities, that the cracks make the gem even more beautiful, that strength arises from beauty and vice versa and that there are memories, whispers, passionate entreaties, unanswered prayers, surreptitious reveries, twinkling laughter and bespoke tears embedded in the earthly realm, translated so bewilderingly and delightfully into our bracelets and other charms.

I noticed that when a pillar candle burns down so that the wick dances incandescently in a hollow grove, flickering hypnotically in a cave of melted wax with the tower edged and traced by times retreat, the color of the candle is revealed through the fire, as it jumps, scales and tongues the darkened room, it pulses like heartbeats from another realm, it rhymes, riddles and casts the space with a forgotten memory, a distant wish, or an unknown song, it heightens the emotion, of the bitterness of our dwindling lease on time and of the sweetness of its term. The glow reminds us to notice the light impressions whenever we have a chance, for even when the moonlight hits the blossoming Texas sage it reveals further regarding beauty, magic, fragility, impermanence and joy. The candle flame is starlight lingering in our midst, intoxicating in its danger, eviscerating in its power and captivating as it burns the dust, the unheard music and the reality veiling air to offer us its light.

I realize that perhaps the small butterflies I mentioned at the beginning of this piece, written a week ago, may have already travelled along their wild desert mountain paths, imbibing honey from the prickliest-flowering succulents, seeping in the orchestra of sun light chased by the moon, having ecstatically ridden the autumnal breezes, on their way to appearing again far away as earthly marigolds. The same way every tear turns into a leaf and every joy into a flower. 🦋

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Ted Lasso and Other TV Bosses We’d Walk Over Hot Coals For

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In the heady moments of celebration after England’s victory over Denmark in this year’s Euros semi-final, the sight of team manager Gareth Southgate prompted ITV pundit Gary Neville to comment: “The standard of leaders in this country the past couple of years has been poor. Looking at that man, he’s everything a leader should be: respectful, humble, he tells the truth.”

The former Man U right-back’s words, directed at the political rulers of a country riven by Brexit, tap into a modern craving for decency. Fed a diet of self-serving narcissism from our public figures, we hunger for more wholesome fare: moral character, humility, honesty, kindness. In the year of horrors that was 2020, that appetite was temporarily sated on TV by fictional football manager Ted Lasso.

Played in the Apple TV series by Jason Sudeikis (who, in true Ted style, wore a shirt to the Ted Lasso season two launch in support of the three young Black England footballers who received racist abuse after their team’s eventual loss to Italy in the final), Ted’s thoroughgoing decency won everyone over to The Lasso Way. He’s the gold standard of TV bosses – selfless, caring, wise, inspirational, and patiently dedicated to bringing out the best in his players and the team as a whole. He may not always win on the pitch, but he always wins in our hearts. And if those words make you want to heave, then you, friend, may just need a little more Lasso in your life. #Believe.

To celebrate his return, we present Ted’s TV peers, the bosses for whom you’d go any number of extra miles.

Leslie Knope – Parks & Recreation

There is no finer example set in the TV workplace than Leslie Barbara Knope. The Pawnee public servant leads from the front, the sides and the back. She’s the waffle-powered sheepdog of City Hall, yapping co-workers and townsfolk into shape with her relentless work ethic and bottomless optimism. Leslie’s a boss who cares so much that she’s already bought your Christmas gift. And your birthday gift. And made you a special hand-crafted gift to mark the half-year anniversary of the day you first met. She sleeps three hours a night, runs entirely on sugar (or should that be salgar?), has a binder for every eventuality, and always, always has your back. Her rubber-soled energy is so infectious that over seven seasons she even manages to motivate the lazy (Tom), disaffected (April), dumb (Andy), aloof (Donna), hapless (Jerry) and the downright obstructive (Ron). For a gal named ‘nope’, she’s a whole lot of yes. LM

Bertram Cooper – Mad Men

Technically, advertising firm Sterling Cooper on Mad Men has two bosses – Roger Sterling and Bertram Cooper. Coop, however, is the let’s say…more experienced of the two and takes on the role of boss. And what a boss he is! The eccentric office sage played by Robert Morse takes a decidedly hands off approach to managing the workplace. Do whatever you want in this Madison Avenue ad agency, as long as you take your shoes off when you enter Bert’s office. And if you’re nice enough he might show you his collection of erotic octopus art. AB

Jacqueline Carlyle – The Bold Type

The Editor-In-Chief of Scarlet magazine, the women’s title at the heart of ridiculous millennial wish fulfillment vehicle The Bold Type is part mentor, part mother figure, part fairy godmother to the three young women at the centre of the show. Jane is an intern when she first meets Jacqueline, who greets her with “Are you a writer? You look like a writer.” Because, yep, it really is that easy to get a job at a top magazine. The Bold Type is nonsense but it’s very good hearted nonsense which tries in earnest to tackle big issues while maintaining a sunny outlook. Be yourself, be passionate, be bold, the show says, and the world is at your feet. Sent a couple of tweets? Congratulations, have a promotion! Threatened with a lawsuit because of something you wrote? No bother, have a promotion! Fraudulently passed yourself off as a stylist when you’re not, thereby ruining a key relationship? Meh. Promotion for you! Promotions all round! Jacqueline is glamorous and wise, endlessly patient with her proteges and seemingly in possession of a bottomless budget. We all wish we worked for Jacqueline and she’s a wonderful (imaginary) role model. We’re just slightly nervous for any young fans of the show who ever get to work for an actual, real life Editor-In-Chief… RF

Mr. Krabs – SpongeBob SquarePants

Mr. Krabs is a good boss because he’s refreshingly upfront about what matters to him. Simply put: the crab likes money. As long as you’re putting in the hours and keeping the profit margins fat, Mr. Krabs will be your best friend. Sure, he takes advantage of SpongeBob’s naivete from time to time. But deep down, you know the guy has a heart as big as his enormous whale daughter, Pearl. AB

Supt. Ted Hastings – Line of Duty

Think of Ted Hastings, head of Central Police’s Anti-Corruption Unit 12, as Ulysses – a man sailing on dangerous waters but so determined not to be seduced by the sirens’ song that he’s tied himself to the ship’s mast and stopped his ears with wax. Except replace ‘siren’s song’ with ‘bungs from criminal gangs’, and ‘ship’s mast’ and ‘wax’ with ‘sheer force of will, son’. Ted’s a colossus of integrity in a world of backhanders and turning-a-blind-eye. He does the right thing even when it’s the hard thing, and if you’re one of his officers, then you’re his for life. (Unless you’re a corrupt gangster plant, in which case, by Mary, Joseph and the wee donkey, he’ll never live down the shame.) Ted may have more decency in his side-parting than most officers have in their whole bodies, but he still has his flaws. The stock he puts in loyalty makes him inflexible, and his temper’s a thing to be seen, but the key thing about Ted as a leader is that when he makes a mistake, he owns up to it. We should all be so lucky to have a gaffer like him. LM

Ron Donald – Party Down

Starz’s brilliant comedy Party Down premiered around the same time as classic NBC sitcom Parks and Recreation. As such, Ken Marino’s perpetually stressed boss character Ron Donald didn’t get nearly as much attention as another boss named Ron: Ron Swanson. Let’s be clear, however, nobody would want Ron Swanson as a boss because that means you’d have to regularly interact with a libertarian. Instead, it’s far better to be in the good graces of Ron Donald. This Ron will support your dreams all the while telling you about his own to own a Souper Crackers franchise. AB

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Lynda Day – Press Gang

Bit of of a niche one – you probably have to be British and in your 40s to even know who this is – but Lynda Day, played by Julia Sawalha deserves a mention as the youngest boss on the list. Editor of the Junior Gazette, the after school newspaper run by pupils at the heart of Steven Moffat’s very first show she’s an erudite journalist, a ruthless news hound and a self possessed young woman who cares more about being right than about being liked. Lynda isn’t particularly soft or warm but she is a boss who would make you a better writer. You’d strive to please Lynda, want to live up to her incredibly high standards and know that the work you were doing on the paper could actually make a difference. Lynda is all about work ethic and integrity. Small of frame, sharp of tongue, you wouldn’t wanna mess with her, but you know she’ll get shit done. RF

Captain Holt – Brooklyn 99

It says something about a boss when you wouldn’t just walk over hot coals for them, you would also do it for their pet dog. Cheddar the corgi is just one of many reasons to snap your sharpest salute to Captain Raymond “Do Not Call Me Ray Or Use Contractions In My Presence” Holt. Precinct captain of the 99, Holt is a walking yardstick of fine taste, good manners, linguistic clarity and grammatical coherence. Holt values simplicity and despises vulgarity. Do your job and do it right, and you will earn his hard-won respect, perhaps indicated by a very slight incline of the head if he is feeling frivolous. Holt has already earned your respect, for leading an exemplary career as an openly gay NYC cop since 1987, facing down racists, homophobes and the lowest of the low: people who use “What’s up?” as a greeting. Captain Holt’s impossibly high standards are a bar few reach, but to which we can all aspire. LM

Ian Grimm and Poppy Li – Mythic Quest

Mythic Quest creative directors Ian Grimm (Rob McElhenney) and Poppy Li (Charlotte Nicdao) are messes on their own. But when their personalities combine, they create one great boss unit who keeps things moving and keeps things lively. Granted, I wouldn’t want to work for Ian and Poppy as a programmer or dev on the Mythic Quest team because crunch is real (and I also have no such skills). They would make for a great boss team in just about any other industry though. AB

DCI Cassie Stuart – Unforgotten

Some bosses try to impress their status on employees by turning up the volume, but not DCI Cassie Stuart. Everything she does in ITV police drama Unforgotten, from case meetings to suspect interrogations, she does in the same controlled, low voice. It gives her words an intensity that shouting wouldn’t achieve and makes her cold-case murder team lean in to absorb the significance of what she’s saying. Usually, that’s on the theme of how they owe victims answers and are going to find them. Diligent and dedicated, she trusts her team, especially partner Sunny, and is the kind of boss whose praise really means something. A ‘good work’ from her and you’d be walking on air. LM

Conan O’Brien – Conan

This is technically violating the spirit of this thought exercise because Conan O’Brien is not fictional. What he is, however, is a boss…in both the metaphorical and literal sense of the word. No late night talk show host has ever reveled in being the boss of a staff as much as Conan O’Brien has on his shows like Late Night, The Tonight Show, and Conan. He views his role as boss as an opportunity to troll his employees like a corny father torturing his children with dad jokes. Many of Conan’s behind the scenes workers have become stars in their own right, like producer Jordan Schlansky or assistant Sona Movessian. And it’s all because Conan can’t help but want everyone to be involved and having a good time. Just like any great boss would want. AB

Captain Janeway – Star Trek Voyager

Anyone can be a good boss in a thriving workplace, but it takes a person of strong character to stay empathetic, decisive, and focused when everything goes to hell. In the very first episode of Star Trek: Voyager, Captain Janeway is stranded with her crew on the wrong side of the galaxy, 70,000 light years from home. She is tasked with getting not only her Starfleet crew home, but also the remaining members of the Maquis vessel Voyager was trying to capture when they were both pulled into the unexplored Delta quadrant. She does this all without the institutional support of the Federation, and without the certainty that they will ever make it back. It’s not always pretty, and Janeway makes some questionable decisions along the way, but it’s hard to imagine Voyager making it home without Janeway as their tough-as-nails boss. KB

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61st Grammy Awards: A Star Studded Red Carpet

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61st Grammy Awards: A Star Studded Red Carpet

It was the greatest night in music plus celebrities from around the world delivered their “A” game towards the carpet! From sleek dark suits to glittered ensembles, the stars shined within their best dressed for the sixty one st Grammy Awards. Although spirit were high for the selected artists, smiles were vivid as they showed up and demonstrated out. From the legendary girls Diana Ross and Junk Parton, to the iconic sponsor, Alicia Keys and previous first lady, Michelle Obama, true fashion reigned great. This year’s fashion any to remember as the stars celebrated the night of laughs, wins, plus memorable tributes. Here are our own top picks of celebrities that brought the catwalk onto the red carpeting!

Alicia Keys

15-time Grammy successful artist and host from the 61st Grammy Awards, Alicia Keys, made a declaration on the red carpet and stage! Keys found its way to a gorgeous, form fitting, scarlet Armani Prive dress using a daring plunge neckline that will complimented her accessories plus blinding smile.

Lady Coo

Not just one to outshine, the multiple Grammy winning artist Woman Gaga herself arrived in an elegant and sparkling dress to keep in mind. Paired with Tiffany & Co. jewelry, this silver precious metal Celine number sparkled along with every step that Female Gaga took last night.

Dua Lipa

Dressed in order to impress, Grammy winner Dua Lipa arrived in a listing Atelier Versace gown. The perfectly draped satin teach and details are combined with crystal mesh for the shining, form fitting appearance. With her short tresses and slinky dress, Lipa appeared with confidence on the carpeting and left the display an award winner off and on the carpet!

#DuaLipa in a custom-made, #AtelierVersace crystal mesh column dress with delicately draped man made fibre satin detail at the breast which cascades into a spectacular flowing train at the 61st Annual Grammy Awards reddish carpet. #Grammys #VersaceCelebrities https://t.co/XVQnNifstS pic. twitter. com/E0Jlgj946X

— VERSACE (@Versace) Feb 11, 2019

Ricky Matn

Livin la vida loca by having some wild print in order to his attire, Ricky Matn arrived to the Grammys having matching black with his kid Matteo. The published button down under his sophisticated charcoal suit added the pop to his reddish carpet look!

Shawn Mendes

Dashing in a lovely vibrant blue suit, Grammy nominee, Shawn Mendes showed up with charm and presented with Miley Cyrus for the red carpet. Both performers sported pantsuits on the carpeting, with Mendes in prominent Paul Smith and Cyrus in a daring Saint Laurent piece. Mendes performed the moving rendition of “Isn’t In My Blood” with Cyrus, leaving the crowd within awe.

Cardi B

Displaying that she was certainly a winning woman, Grammy successful artist, Cardi B found its way to an interesting yet opulent outfit. Straight out of Thierry Mugler’s 1995 Couture collection, the particular vintage inspired gown comes with a bouffant covered in pearls and emulated an oyster.

Backstreet Guys

BACKSTREETS BACK, ALRIGHT! The guys are back and showed off precisely why they are still heartthrobs, putting on suits and big huge smiles! Nominated for Best Pop/Duo Functionality, the group felt nostalgic because they returned to the Grammy’s with each other.

One of the most highly expected arrivals of the night, BTS walked the red carpeting in classic yet fashionable tuxedos. The young boys surprised fans with customized designed suits from Southern Korean designer JayBaek Fashion, while J-hope’s was created simply by designer Kim Seo Ryong. Fitted to perfection, BTS failed to fail to show their exhilaration at their first ever Grammy Awards.

Kelsea Ballerini & Morgan Evans

Grammy nominated country designer, Kelsea Ballerini and the girl husband, Morgan Evans had been sweet and affectionate to the big night. Showing that will vintage glamour is never ever out of style, Ballerini made an appearance in a classy Jenny Packham fine mesh gown and styled the girl hair in waves for the glamorous look. Side by side along with her husband, she shined next to his charming grilling with charcoal suit with black gown shirt.

Head to the Instagram Stories for a specific behind-the-scenes look at how @KelseaBallerini got ready for tonight’s #GRAMMYs (Plus, a few amazing fashion inspo thanks to @Morgan_Evans ): https://t.co/qvYR4aOfS6 picture. twitter. com/Ntl8r8kGwZ

— Glamour (@glamourmag) February ten, 2019

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An interview with Dani Lee Pearce

In 1992, when Frank Zappa was described by Nicolas Slonimsky as “the pioneer of the future millennium of music” because of his ground-breaking work with the Synclavier, one of the world's earliest digital audio workstations, Zappa immediately disavowed that title, convinced as he was that this technology would never catch on and would eventually go lost. Today, 25 years later, this way of composing and producing music is utilized by countless talented artists across the world, armed with nothing but a computer. One of the most exciting underground musicians who uses the technology that Zappa once helped popularize is Dani Lee Pearce. Since she started releasing music under her current name in January 2015, she has completed six albums covering a wide variety of genres, and is currently working on a seventh album. Her original album trilogy, consisting of the instrumental albums Dani Lee Pearce, Dépayse and Kelvin, was released in the first half of 2015 and combined elements of chiptune, progressive rock and experimental music. From then on, she has released a number of vocal albums that draw more inspiration from pop and folk music, starting with Notes Of A Nervous Little Pixie in March 2016 and following it up with Petrichor, which was released exactly one year ago today. Her most recent album, Dandilionheart, was originally released in February of this year and was later remastered and re-released in July. As a fan of her work, I was honored to have a chance to speak with Dani about her oeuvre and her plans for the future.

Let's start with a somewhat clichéd question: Which musical artists do you feel your latest three albums have been most influenced by? It's quite difficult to narrow it down to just individual artists in a lot of respects. Music itself, in all the nuances and idioms it contains, tends to influence my work in at least one way or another. A lot of times I suggest or hint towards things that people probably wouldn't expect. Individual artists are there in some places, but I actually find it a lot more fun to have people try to guess what my music could be influenced from. Whatever gets guessed for a particular song is usually correct.

Can I make a guess? Go ahead.

The continuous driving rhythm, slightly droney nature and stream-of-consciousness style vocals on the track "Dandilionheart" (or at least the first part of it) reminded me of Talking Heads. Am I far off? Nope. Pretty much if you say "this reminds me of this" I will go "Yes" every time. I listen to music all the time of all genres and all of it gets worked into my psyche and inevitably comes out into the music somehow when I'm writing it. I may subconsciously be working in things I don't intend at any given time during the process.

From 2016’s Notes Of A Nervous Little Pixie onward, all of your albums have contained vocals. Is making vocal music something you had wanted to do ever since you started releasing music under the Dani Lee Pearce moniker, or did this desire come later? Earlier than that, like, 2013 at least, back when I made music under the name Kansas City 7up. My earliest recorded attempt was a song I never finished called "The Midnight Seer" from 2014, but ultimately shyness and a lack of the right equipment prevented this from happening sooner. After Kelvin I made a solid pledge to myself that my next album would have me singing because it would add an important and essential element to my music, and any new music I made would be saved until I could get that to happen. That's part of why the gap of time between Kelvin and Nervous Little Pixie was as long as it was.

Which do you usually write first: a composition or lyrics? That depends on what I think of first, although generally these days the words come first, in a rough form, since I will usually come up with things I want to say but not yet in any particular order how I want to say them. The music then helps me to establish a metric and pattern for how I will fit my vocals into the song in a way that works, which will in turn help me to revise the song and add things to it to make it gel. I try to work on each element independently because I like the challenge of creating music that surprises me in regards to the words I'm writing it for. Some of the things I've been working on recently are like that. It very much helps to keep my music fresh and unique to me. By contrast, all of my current albums were mostly music first, words second. Some songs took years to write proper words to, like "Tell Me I'm Cute Again Cause I Forgot", which previously existed with 3 different sets of lyrics before I finally settled on the current set. It's a more difficult way of working now but I will occasionally still try making a song that way for fun, since it enables some great creativity.

I'd like to talk about your album Petrichor, which is approaching its first birthday at the time of this interview: When you created the album, did you set out to make a concept album from the start, or was it an idea that came into play while you were working on it? The album came in many embryonic forms when I was first developing it. At first it was going to be an album called The Many Lives of Maypole, and it was going to document the life of a young girl with queer parents and her friendship with a child who later comes out as trans who has much more angry conservative parents. I was going to write a book in addition to an album of music to go along with it, and while only one song ever came out of this incarnation, the idea of an album + accompanying book stayed, and I later wrote "🌙🌙🌙", which I haven't gotten to publishing yet, to go along with Petrichor, containing poetry that elaborated upon the concepts of that album.

After Maypole it was then called The Giving Of Violets, an album which would have been about a capitalism-induced apocalypse that forces society to start over on a much better path, this time fully embracing LGBT rights among other things, as people are now more free to explore their identities gender and sex wise. The title is derived from a lesbian custom in the 50s where women would give each other violets to declare their love for one another, which in the story would be readopted as a gesture of affection. A good chunk of what would eventually be the finished album was written during this time, with early versions of "From Young Unknowing Eyes" "I Hope It Doesn't Rain" "Silver Tree’s Mixtress", "Twig Parade" and "Lute-Bird Calls" being put down in a test sequence, along with "Down In Evergreene", which was already done, and what eventually became "Give You My Earth" on Dandilionheart.

Some time later I had an anxiety-induced epiphany and spent a period of time very withdrawn in a quiet space only listening to quiet music, and I thought of an idea for an album of "whispersongs", very quiet music with whispered spoken word of very simple poems accompanying it. The project would have been called Rest Easy Love, and that's where I came up with "This Tree". This was the beginning of me writing poetry for a period of time, which eventually led to the writing of "Over My Wall" and "The Hill of Mist" as well. The Giving of Violets was dropped since I felt I could make the concept stronger, and later an album called The Scarlet Sky With Anais was developed but never fully finished. The song that eventually became "Monsters and Rainclouds" was listed as the final song of an album that also contained songs that would later become "Periwinkle Death", "Tell Me I'm Cute Again Cause I Forgot" and "Burning Pearls". "Down in Evergreene" was listed again also.

The actual concept began to develop around this time when I met three very important people: The first was a musician named Izzy Unger Weiss who met me for the first time at a birthday picnic, and the first thing we ever did together was sit down and play guitar. They introduced me to more worldly sensibilities both in their music and aesthetic, which began in me a more forthright interest in what I like to call "personal occult", which is essentially like a redefining of monsters, demons, spirituality, magic, the construction of the universe, etc. all on one's own terms, either casually or otherwise. Izzy did that to an extent, at least I could sense it, I'm not entirely sure if she would say the same but that's largely what my brain tends to produce for answers regarding it. Izzy was also overall a big musical influence at the time and made me more interested in learning guitar and writing guitar-based music. I'd later design a couple of album covers for her own music and eventually we may even collaborate on something.

The second person I met was Never Angel North, an agender independent author who was and still is writing an anthology of fiction collectively titled Sea-Witch. At that time the first volume was written but not yet released. Never's writing is unlike anything that's really been written in regards to fiction or poetry, especially in a queer/trans context, as it constructs an entire world inside of a living, breathing, feeling sea monster and the inhabitants who worship a meteor to whom they pray "may she lay us waste". The writing is at once emotional, intimate, sexual, terrifying, harrowing, ecstatic, decadent and mordant, but in all respects is absolutely brilliant and it completely redefines ones view of the world, of life, of gender, of quite possibly everything. It was being introduced to Never's writing and Never hirself that I became more open to the idea of constructing a world of my own in a similar fashion.

The third person, Jade Eklund, I met through Never, and she showed me through her own art how I could make this possible. Here was someone who practically lived and breathed their art which largely revolved around spiders and a recurring central character known as the Spider Queen. You'd enter her room and the walls would be covered in drawings ranging from spiders to seeing eyes to otherworldly presences, and she had filled out several notebooks of things that she had written stream-of-consciousness, and continued to build upon her mythology by doing the same on Facebook. We traded notebooks the first couple times we saw each other to get to know each other a bit, and she would draw/write surreal things in my notebook that inevitably influenced Petrichor's content, specifically the character of YESSAND the Masquerader King. I began writing poetry and concepts stream-of-consciousness in my own right, making up my own mythology taking inspiration from all three of these people and making frequent references to them in the process as I did so. This carried over into the eventual songwriting of Petrichor, and the creation and completion of the remaining songs.

"Monsters and Rainclouds" was at one point a song written specifically for Never, referencing a lot of elements of hir writing, and snippets of things Jade wrote in my notebook, which contained unfinished lyrics for Petrichor's songs, found their way into "Masqueraders" and the background voices of "Lute-Bird Calls".

Well damn, I was planning to ask some more follow-up questions about the story, the role of Jade Eklund (whom you credited in the album's description on Bandcamp) and even the voice samples on "Lute-Bird Calls", but you've already answered everything I could ask about the album. I'll be sure to look into the works of the other artists you mentioned just now.

I’d like to talk about your latest album now: Dandilionheart. In contrast to Petrichor, which is an epic, prog-like concept album, Dandilionheart is a collection of avant-garde pop songs that seem to be only loosely connected thematically, much like Notes Of A Nervous Little Pixie. Was it a relief to be able to write self-contained songs again or is it actually easier for you to write music when you have an overarching concept to work within? Concepts are actually quite difficult because you become restrained within one world of thought, and if you want to make it work you can't stray too far from it. Petrichor is a satisfying work but it was stressful to have to write about one thing for 8 months. Some of Dandilionheart's songs I actually began writing in tandem with that album, just to give me another outlet for other ideas at the time. So I would say that yes, I actually have more fun with individual songs than anything else, and I will probably continue writing in that context. I'm someone whose mind always wanders to different places at different times, so it's important for me to have a variety of ideas going because it feels more free to me. In that respect Dandilionheart was quite nice to make.

There’s another difference I’ve noticed between the two albums: On Petrichor, the vocals are quiet and dreamlike throughout, whereas on Dandilionheart they have a more prominent and more powerful presence. Is this the result of a conscious decision or simply a natural consequence of you becoming more confident about using your voice and getting more familiar with the recording process, et cetera? I was very confident with my voice when it came around to Dandilionheart and in a lot of places I get really into the song and just let loose, try things with it that I hadn't tried before. "Let Me Remind You" is currently home to the highest note I've ever sung for example. In some ways it is conscious as well because I always try to make albums independent from each other, like making films without visuals. I largely let the music decide what my voice will do though, and the music was definitely a departure. The fact that I actually sing loud is another indicator, I had never really done that before this album.

Let’s go back once more to the 13-minute title track of Dandilionheart. As you can probably tell I'm intrigued by the process by which specific music gets developed, and if I’m correct, “Dandilionheart” (the song) is the longest track out of your latest musical trilogy. Did you set out to create a track of such length before writing it, or did it naturally evolve into what it ended up being? The project file name for the song is "something maybe", which indicates that when I started this I didn't even know if it was going to turn into anything substantial. I was largely at the time playing around with the sample from what became the end of "Galaxy Owl" just to see for fun if I could take it anywhere and the more I developed the piece the more it kind of took on a life of its own. Specifically the section right before the lyrics was when I got the first inkling that the song would become what it ended up becoming. I realized three minutes in that it sounded thematically linked to a composition I had written in 2013, so I ended up stringing that (the "let all the rain come down" section) together along with another composition I had written in Sept. 2016 (the "goddexx bless" section) on the basis that they all shared a similar drive and tempo. When I got them all together and listened to it back I was dumbfounded at how perfect all the pieces sounded together, and then I had my song. I knew it was special and I knew I had to make it the title track from then on, and the lyrics were later written to fit the best I could with the sound.

Do most of your songs come into existence through something along the lines of what you just described? Sometimes, yes. "Masqueraders" happened the same way only with one additional section. I don't think I've quite written anything else in exactly this way, but I do still find uses for old unused compositions I have lying around.

What is the biggest challenge you encounter when composing music? I don't really face any incredibly big challenges in the composing bit itself except for sometimes finding uses for a composition, because sometimes I will write something but not have any particular idea what to do with it yet. I think my biggest challenges actually come in producing/mixing a track properly, which I am always very persnickety about.

I think also, at least today, it's trying to figure out how I want to do a song that I have lyrics written for. The number of approaches I could take is very broad and it's hard to find a direction that I think fits my words the best. I'm dealing with that situation presently for one song.

I think you've told me in 2015 that your first three albums were made primarily using FL Studio. Do you still use this or have you switched to a different workstation in the mean time? Dani Lee Pearce was actually also partially made with Ableton Pro when I was in college ("You For You Four Ich", "Every Clock Is 3 Minutes Behind"), and with a Casio Keyboard ("Animated Tattoo"). Otherwise yes, FL Studio is still my weapon of choice. At this point I visualize my songs as project files within that DAW and can make an instrumental up in under an hour at times. I don't anticipate that I'll change from it at any time soon since I'm so familiar with it and can work with it so efficiently.

Like you said, in your original album trilogy from 2015, there were a few tracks that were played on a keyboard, and “Moth Girl” was originally recorded on acoustic guitar but was later rerecorded using a DAW when you reissued your latest album. Do you still use any physical instruments in your recordings, and/or do you plan on using physical instruments in the future? Of my yet-to-be-released work I have one song that does in fact have me playing guitar, and another song in which I have had someone record guitar for me. One of my girlfriends is also going to be contributing guitar to my music eventually, and at some point I plan to record myself playing clarinet for some songs, as that is the one instrument I have proficiency at.

Is there anything else you’re willing to disclose about what we can expect from you in the future? More surprises. And more ways to convey them.

I can’t wait.

I’m nearing the end of my question list now. Can you recommend to anyone who reads this interview two artists who deserve far more attention than they’re getting right now? Rumor Milk is a very good musician friend of mine from Canada who gets very little attention for her work but she has a voice that has made me well up in tears multiple times. She is very talented and it would mean the world to her if more folks would check out and support her music. Chase Milo Reid is one of the first trans musicians I ever met when I came to Portland homeless and I've watched him perform live and develop as a talent in amazing ways. He's another who I think is worth people's attention and he would also very much appreciate additional support.

Finally, if you’ll allow me to ask one more clichéd question: what advice would you give to other aspiring musicians? Don't listen to advice intended for aspiring musicians given by musicians who are no longer aspiring. Let your soul do the talking. Let it dig into itself and find what makes it you, and turn that into art. Allow yourself to be raw and wild. Change it however you wish. Don't change it at all. However you do it, just make something, anything. And most importantly, make a fucking shitload of it.

Thanks immensely for your time; I've thoroughly enjoyed this interview. I'll be sure to check out all the artists you brought up and I'll be sure to use the word "persnickety" as much as possible now that I've been introduced to it. I've very much enjoyed doing this! Thank you very much for your interest in me, it helps me to remember that I'm doing something that reaches people.

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Dani’s music can be found here and here. You can read my review of Petrichor here.

#Dani Lee Pearce

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circuslollipop · 7 years ago

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hey heeeyy look it’s some despicable me ocs i’ve made

from left to right, we’ve got: Felicity Twist, June Gloom, and Blizz. these three are a badass trio of weather-themed villains who pose like vogue models in their spare time. no, they’re not models--they just pose

more info under the cut:

the three of them are in the science club at their school (high school or college, i haven’t decided), but they didn’t actually become close friends until they all accidentally ran into each other at a villaincon (at a booth selling scarlet merch--they’re all scarlet fangirls ahaha). but then they got to know each other, and all of their Tragic Backstories, and they decided to team up and do heists n stuff. i haven’t decided what their Grand Scheme will be...they probably haven’t, either. they’re super good friends who validate the shit outta each other, but that is the one thing they disagree on.

the little emblems on their shirts are what weather thing they represent. felicity is wind, blizz is snow, and june is lightning. they assigned those roles to themselves, and picked out their own names.

june gloom, the one in the middle, is the leader (and if you couldn’t tell from the name, she’s californian. they all are). out of the three of them, she’s the most obsessed with meteorology. weather puns? dear god, weather puns. “oh honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.” “why so gloomy? oh right, i’m here.” “time to rain on your parade!” yeah, she has a lot of fun. anyway, her weapon is this giant gun that’s about as long as she is tall and shoots lightning. fittingly, her personality is the most thunderous--she’s loud, and she likes to be heard. she’ll also be the one cackling a typical villain laugh while the other two pose all ‘SRS BSNS’ like.

felicity twist, the one on the left, is the only one who kept her first name. although, i did choose a name for her that sounded a bit like fujita, after the fujita scale that measures tornadoes. i went for a windswept look for her, hence her hair. also, i did picture her always chewing bubblegum, but now that dm3′s out i’ll say that she also happens to be an evil bratt fan. felicity is the inventor of the group (and looks up to herb as an inspiration), and engineers all of their tech, including june’s gun, blizz’s perfume belt, and her own weapon...which i’ll admit i still have to figure out, but it’s like a vacuum sorta device attached to the air canisters strapped to her back. this device can create tornadoes, as well as blow out gusts of wind, which can be adjusted from gentle breezes (who needs fans when you have felicity?) to hurricane-force winds. if the wind is powerful enough, she can actually use it to fly in short bursts. felicity, however, is the only one that can fly at all--the other two just use grappling hooks. in terms of personality, felicity is quieter and usually more serious than june. she also hates the weather puns, and isn’t afraid to make her opinion known about pretty much anything

blizz, the one on the right, is the one i’ll admit i have the least of a grasp on as far as personality goes. i gave her an overkill-esque face (maybe distant unknown relative of one of them? idk), and then she ended up looking kinda like blue pearl from su, haha whoops. but anyway, her shtick is snow/winter, yeah? her weapon is a tool belt with various perfume bottles on it. one shoots fog, another freezes stuff, another shoots little microscopic ice darts (ouch), and another is just chanel number 5. she’s super sneaky, and is usually the one the girls send for more stealth-based missions. also, those visors/goggles the girls wear? it’s so that they can see through blizz’s fog spray. blizz herself is somewhat of an enigma to the other two--she gets along just fine with them, but isn’t as close to them as they are to each other. one running joke between the trio is that she “changes her backstory every time she tells it to someone”, which...does have some truth to it. june and felicity sense that blizz has some reservations about sharing things about herself. but, like i said, gets along just fine. she’s pretty classy, and likes chemistry and fashion--in fact, she was the one who designed their outfits!

oh, and they’re all lgbt. june is a lesbian, and the other two...i haven’t decided

their group name, btw, is the cyclones

#Wild's art #oc #despicable me oc #despicable me #i love these girls okay #i've had them in my head for like a month but only now got around to drawing them #sometimes i call them 'the weathers' because they're like a mean girls clique #and...weathers? heathers? ahaha i'm funny #cyclone tag

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Be a Burrito with Me (Pearlet) - Leatwerpenn

A/N - Someone posted a tucking in prompt for a different ship. But, I’m writing this for Pearlet because we need more Pearlet. Always. Also, we can’t ignore how cute they both looked on Saturday night. This is VERY fluffy. TW for drug use and mention. This is also a ONESHOT.

Be A Burrito With Me Jason sipped on his drink while he watched Pearl DJ from across the room. Pearl looked beautiful tonight. She was wearing one of Jason’s favourite wigs, it was braided with the cutest fringe framing her beautiful face. Her make-up was so pretty, with glitter dusting her lids and stones underneath her eyes, bringing out the blue in them. She wore faux fur and was channelling some serious hippy vibes as she swayed to the music. He adored her sense of style lately. He thought she looked like a unicorn princess sent from the future to fuck him over. Damn bitch. Jason look another sip of his drink, tipping down his pink-lensed glasses as he did so - just so he could get a better view of her. She spun around in the DJ booth, kissing her friends Scarlet and Patti as she sipped on her own drink. Oblivious to Jason staring and how magical she looked tonight. Jason felt the back of his neck heat up as he watched her take selfie’s with her friends. He knew it was nothing. He knew she wasn’t fucking them. It didn’t mean he wasn’t jealous though. Jason finished his drink, beckoning the bar tender over and ordering another one. I’m going to regret this tomorrow. Violet and Pearl had a one night stand the last time they encountered each other in San Francisco. They hadn’t meant for it to happen. But Violet had got tipsy and Pearl had taken more illegal substances than Violet bared to think about. One thing lead to another, and the next thing she knew Pearl was ramming into her harder than anybody had for a really, really long time. It was the best one night stand I have had in…ever – Jason mused. Ever since, Violet had been leaving cute comments on Pearl’s Instagram photos. She always used to leave comments, but then, she didn’t. Seeing Pearl again in San Fran had ignited that fire that burnt deep inside Violet’s stomach. Jason however, could feel the fire burning in his dick right now. And it was becoming a problem. Jason didn’t know if Pearl, or, Matt was interested in him out of drag. Jason knew he was attracted to Pearl and Matt. Matt however, always seemed to be more attracted to older guys. And Jason was not an older guy. Wishful thinking. Jason sipped more of his drink. Watching her from across the bar. He noticed, she too as drinking a lot. Her friends kept handing her drinks and she took them happily. Her set was really amazing tonight, the crowd were dancing and the club was extremely busy. Jason started to feel a little silly sitting at the bar in such a busy club. He stood up and moved over to the dance floor. He didn’t take a drink, he felt fairly intoxicated and he knew when to stop. I’ve drowned my sorrow’s enough for one night – he thought. He moved his hips in time to the beat of the music. Moving his hands into his long ebony waves. He thought he looked cute tonight. He was feeling his pink and rose-gold glasses lately, and a white t-shirt and pants never went out of style. He wore his hair down, in soft curls framing his slim face. He must have looked good because he noticed some guy starting to grind against his backside. He could feel their junk pushing into his back. He grabbed back of the man’s neck and continued to dance, not caring who it was, getting lost in the music. The music died down so Jason stopped, turning around to notice the guy he had been dancing with. He was an older guy, slightly chubby, with a long beard. So not my type. Jason turned to leave his new friend when he noticed Pearl leaving the DJ booth. She then came into the dance floor, taking the hand of some random guy. Jason’s stomach knotted. He turned back to his guy and grabbed his face. Kissing him furiously as thought he would disappear. He could feel the guy’s beard rubbing against his face. It felt awkward and uncomfortable. Jason pulled away to see the guy looking more than pleased with himself. Jason rolled his eyes and turning around to start to grind against him to the rhythm of the music once more. He closed his eyes and got lost in the clubs beats. Swaying his hips from side to side, he tried to forget about the unicorn goodness he was sure was still in the club. Jason turned around to face the guy once more when he noticed Pearl, and the random guy he saw her with minutes before, tucked into a back corner of the club. The guy was handing Pearl something that Jason knew was not a blunt. “Stupid.” Jason said out-loud. His new friend then pulled back with a frown. “Not you just, urgh.” Jason kissed the stranger once more. Jason moved his hands over the stranger’s body. The man moaned at the contact. Well, at least he is having fun. Jason pulled away once more to see nothing. He could no longer see Pearl. He moved his head from side to side to try and pin point where she had gone. He had no such luck. Shit. Jason went to leave when the stranger grabbed his arm. Jason yelped in pain as the man tried to pull him back. “Owe get off me.” He exclaimed, and out of nowhere. Pearl stood next to him with her arms crossed over her chest. “Hey, the man told you to get off of him. Asshole.” Pearl looked annoyed. “I’m not exactly going to let Violet Chachki run off without getting her number, am I? Pearly?” The stranger explained. “Argh get over yourself, we made out. Bye.” Jason stated before he grabbed Pearl’s hand and started to manoeuvre them towards the exit of the club. Jason didn’t say anything as he dragged Pearl towards the exit, then, for the second time that night he felt a slight pull at his arm. He whipped his head around to see Pearl biting her lip. “At least let me get you a drink Pumpkin.” She exclaimed. Jason felt his heart explode into a million pieces hearing her nickname for him. “C’mon then.” Jason said, pulling Pearl by her waist over to the bar. Jason leaned over the bar and grabbed the bartender’s attention. He got served straight away and he knew it was because he was with the VIP of the evening. A few fans asked for photos with them while they sipped their drinks. Jason was glad. It made the encounter less awkward. “C’mon Bitch, we need a new picture.” Jason stated, grabbing Pearl and snapping a quick picture of them to add to his Instagram story. Pearl conversed a little more while Jason sipped his drink. He noticed that she seemed to be shaking a little. Her words were starting to slur and one fan looked at Jason with concern on her features. “Okay guys, Pearl needs to go and freshen up, See you guys later.” Jason exclaimed, grabbing Pearl by the hand manoeuvring her through the crowded club once more. When they reached the outside, Pearl leaned against the wall to support herself. Breathing quietly, she took a cigarette out of her purse and look a few drags. It seemed to calm her slightly. “I can feel your eyes on me Jason.” She exclaimed. “What did you take tonight? You looked fucked dude.” Jason said, looking at Pearl directly in the eyes. Pearl’s eyes were dilated and she was tapping her foot insistently. “I don’t know, I can’t remember.” She sighed, dropping her cigarette to the floor by mistake. She then stomped her foot in frustration. “Can we just go back to your place? I just feel like I want to sleep.” Pearl’s eyes looked sad as she spoke. How can I resist that face? “Sure.” Jason took Pearl’s hand and led her out onto the busy street. She wobbled a little but eventually they managed to hail a taxi. Pearl climbed in first with Jason right behind. The taxi ride was short and a tad awkward. About halfway there, Pearl started to doze off. Afraid of what she had taken. Jason kept nudging her to keep her awake. “Keep me awake.” Pearl breathed as she turned to face him. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck. “Please.” She whispered. Jason didn’t have to be told twice and he grabbed her face between his hands, kissing her with so much desperation that he could almost taste it. The taxi came to an abrupt halt, making both Jason and Pearl jump in surprise. He paid the taxi and helped Pearl out before guiding her up into his apartment. Pearl kicked her shoes off clumsily before making her way to the kitchen. Jason just watched her as she tried to move around the apartment. She was bumping in to every object. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was so off of her face, he might have laughed. “Bitch, what are you doing?” He asked when Pearl sat on the floor, cross legged. She was sitting in front of his freezer going through the draws. “I want hot pockets, or grilled cheese, or something fast and fattening.” Pearl said, she opened and closed each draw with a loud bang which was making Jason jump. He moved over to his friend and took her wrists, stopping her. “You are going to wake the neighbours. What do you want and I will make it for you, if I have it.” Jason said. His tone was soft and gentle. Pearl bit her lip. Fuck that’s cute. “I want sausage.” She pouted. Looking directly at Jason’s crotch. Fuck, that’s even cuter. “You can’t have that, next option please.” Jason grunted. Straightening up. He knew if he continued to be near Pearl that he would want to be with her. And he didn’t want too while she was so wasted. He heard her stand up, groaning as she did so. She then tried to move sexily and silently over to Jason. She failed when she slipped, falling down to the ground. Jason laughed and moved over to her. He scooped her up and carried her over to the bedroom. He dropped her down onto the bed and started to move the sheets so that she could climb inside. She was misbehaving, rolling around on the bed. “Be a burrito with me!” She exclaimed. Jason dropped the sheets and laughed out loud. He hadn’t laughed so hard for a really long time. “What?” He managed to spit out between giggles. “You know, burrito yourself in the sheets with me. Naked. Yes please” Pearl was practically bouncing on the bed. Jason sighed, pulling her near him. “C’mon, you are only saying that cause’ you’re high. Now, let me help you out of your drag so you can get some rest.” Jason started to get to work on her hair. Once her wig was removed. He pulled off her lashes and used a make-up wipe to remove the mask. Once this was done. He took off her clothes until she was no longer Pearl. Matt stood in front of him, erection very clear. “I still want you Jason.” Matt said, pulling Jason down onto the bed. Attacking him with his lips. Fuck. Jason kissed Matt back, nipping at his bottom lip as he did so. Matt started to glide his hands down Jason’s torso till he reached his waist. He then unbuckled his belt and tried to move Jason’s pants off. Jason pulled back, looking at Matt quizzically. “Be a burrito with me?” Matt said again, moving so he was under the covers. He patted the space next to him and Jason rolled his eyes, smiling at Matt’s cuteness. Jason undressed down to his boxers and climbed into the bed with Matt. He leant over and pecked him on the head, before leaning over him and tucking the covers under his back. Matt giggled and did the same, leaning over Jason and tucking him in. “Yay, burrito twins!” Matt giggled, before pulling Jason into his chest and kissing him on the shoulder. “No sausage tonight Matthew. But yes, burrito twins.” He smuggled into Matt’s front. “I’m too high to sleep. I feel like I’m on Space Mountain.” Matt explained. “I know.” Jason sighed, before continuing. “But at least if you are here with me, if anything happens, you are safe and I can do something about it.” Jason hated that Matt liked to take drugs, but he would never try to stop him. It was Matt’s decision. “I know Pumpkin. Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Jason replied, before placing a gentle kiss on Matt’s lips. “My little burrito!”

#pearlet #pearl liaison #violet chachki #be a burrito with me #fluff #rpdr fanfiction #submission #canon compliant #leatwerpenn

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zizibutik · 8 years ago

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Rule: Tag 20 followers you want to know better. I don’t know if I know 20 people.

Name: Miles but my real actual full legal name is not only a mystery, it’s unpronounceable to yall anglo-saxon folks

Nickname: Honestly? Call me anything and it will probably stick

Gender: lil boy

Height: like 6′3? idk i havent measured my ass for years

Star sign: Pisces (Libra Moon, Leo Rising, Taurus Midheaven even though i have little to no understanding of what these mean)

Sexuality: Yes

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favorite color: Black, Purple, Teal, Dark Blues and Greens, Raspberry Pink, White, Gold, Dark Red

Favorite animal: Lions, Peacocks

Time right now: 12:21 pm

Cat or dog person: I’d rather die than pick just one

Favorite fictional characters: *unrolls endless scroll* Amora the Enchantress, She-Hulk, Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Wiccan, Scarlet Witch, Emma Frost, literally every Pokémon, Steven Universe, Amethyst, Pearl, Lapis Lazuli, Moana, I would die to grab Hanzo Shimada’s titty

Number of blankets: Who the fuck sleeps with more than one blanket???

Favorite singer or band: Beyoncé, Florence and The Machine

Dream trip: Roadtrip in a comfy bus-turned-livingspace, possibly never returning

Dream job: Anything where I can boss people around but also having creative fullfilment. Run a graphic design studio, a videogame company, idk. i’d also enjoy interior design but like. I’m deciding what goes where and other ppl do it.

When blog was created: idk and im not opening another tab to check it

Current number of followers: 641 on here

Why did you make this Tumblr: A friend got me into it I think? Idk it was long ago

Why did you pick your URL: Breaking into someone’s boutique of Jimmies with the sole purpose of rustling them all was and still is very on brand for me. Transliteration of Boutique of Jimmies.

Last thing Googled: An error message my computer greeted me with today

Last TV show watched: Brooklyn 99

What am I wearing right now: Pajamas

Do I get Ask regularly: Rarely, unless it is the Devil Twink Discourse. On another blog, yes.

Pokemon Team: Like... Team Rocket/Aqua/Magma whatever? Or Pokémon Go teams? Yall fake pokémon fans need to be more specific.

Hours of sleep: 24

Lucky #: 6 but also 9, honestly all multiples of 3

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wikitopx · 5 years ago

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Gender: Female

Origin: English

Meaning: Red

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1. Meaning of the name "Scarlett"

The name Scarlett means red and has English roots. Scarlett is a name used by parents considering girls' names. Scarlett's name/word is most associated with a deep red color. Common spelling variations include Scarlet and Scar Muff.

Actress Scarlett Johansson may be a reason for the latest celebrity name. The name most associated with Scarlett O'Hara's character from the 1930's film and novel, Gone With the Wind. Scarlett O'Connor is a character on the TV show Nashville.

Famous titles include Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter and Baron Orczy's The Scarlet Pimpernel.

2. Variation of the name "Scarlett"

Scarlet:

The name Scarlet was the name of a girl. Scarlet's spell made it less of a name, less Gone with the Wind and Scarlett Johansson, and more bright reds inspired it from the beginning.

Scarlette:

A variation of the name Scarlett, this name comes from a surname denoting a seller or seller of scarlet clothing, a bright red cloth. Scarlett O Summer Hara, from the Star who followed the wind, is a famous book character with this name.

3. Top 3 Famous Person Named Scarlett

Scarlett Johansson:

She first appeared as a movie actor in North (1994) when she was only 10 years old, and then continued her career with Manny & Lo (1996), and began to gain attention. from the public for roles in The Horse Whisperer (1998) and Ghost World (2001).

Johansson later changed herself through more mature roles in Girl with a Pearl Earring (2003) and Lost in Tokyo (2003), and the role of Charlotte in Lost in Tokyo helped her receive the BAFTA Award for Women. Best lead actor.

A few notable movies in her career include A Love Song for Bobby Long (2004), Match Point (2005), Climax (2006), Her (2013), Under the Skin (2013), Lucy (2014) and Ghost Shroud (2017).

Since 2010, Johansson has taken on the role of Marvel Comics' Black Widow for movies in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Johansson received the Tony Award for best actress's theater performance for her performance in the remake of A View from the Bridge in 2010. As a singer, Johansson recorded two albums.

Johansson is considered one of Hollywood's modern sex icons and has appeared in many lists of the sexiest women in the world. As of May 2017, she is the actress with the highest-grossing of all film attendance in North America, with a total of $ 3.6 billion.

Scarlett Moffatt:

Scarlett SigTHER Moffatt (born October 17, 1990) is an English television character and host from County Durham, best known for appearing on Gogglebox's Channel 4. She won the sixteenth series of I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here!

In 2016, and since then has appeared in a number of programs, including the show I'm the companion of Extra Camp Celebrity as co-host, and Ant & Dec's Saturday Night Takeaway. Most recently, she appeared in a documentary Channel 4 The British Tribe Next Door, along with her family in a four-part series living in a remote Namibia village.

Scarlett's parents chose her name over a game of Scrabble. Her mother won the game and got to choose the first name, after a character in Gone With the Wind. Her middle name (Sigourney), chosen by her father, is after actress Sigourney Weaver.

Scarlett Leithold:

The model signed with Next Model, Scale Manager, and Wilhelmina. She became the face of Brandy Melville at the age of 18. She was discovered by a talent scout in an airport at the age of 14.

She became a name familiar to Justin Bieber fans when she was seen in a photo with him on his Instagram.

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jessicakehoe · 6 years ago

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61st Grammy Awards: A Star Studded Red Carpet

It was the biggest night in music and celebrities from around the world brought their "A" game to the carpet! From sleek black suits to glittered ensembles, the stars shined in their best dressed for the 61st Grammy Awards. Although nerves were high for the nominated artists, smiles were bright as they showed up and showed out. From the legendary ladies Diana Ross and Dolly Parton, to the iconic host, Alicia Keys and former first lady, Michelle Obama, true fashion reigned supreme. This year's fashion is one to remember as the stars celebrated a night of laughs, wins, and memorable tributes. Here are our top picks of stars that brought the runway onto the red carpet!

Best Dressed Women

Alicia Keys

15-time Grammy winning artist and host of the 61st Grammy Awards, Alicia Keys, made a statement on the red carpet and on stage! Keys arrived in a gorgeous, form fitting, scarlet Armani Prive dress with a daring plunge neckline that complimented her accessories and blinding smile.

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Lady Gaga

Not one to outshine, the multi Grammy winning artist Lady Gaga herself arrived in a classy and sparkling dress to remember. Paired with Tiffany & Co. jewelry, this silver Celine number sparkled with every step that Lady Gaga took last night.

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Dua Lipa

Dressed to impress, Grammy winner Dua Lipa arrived in a custom-made Atelier Versace gown. A perfectly draped satin train and details are paired with crystal mesh for a shining, form fitting look. With her short hair and slinky dress, Lipa appeared with confidence on the carpet and left the show an award winner on and off the carpet!

#DuaLipa in a custom-made, #AtelierVersace crystal mesh column gown with delicately draped silk satin detail at the bust which cascades into a dramatic flowing train at the 61st Annual Grammy Awards red carpet. #Grammys #VersaceCelebritieshttps://t.co/XVQnNifstS pic.twitter.com/E0Jlgj946X

— VERSACE (@Versace) February 11, 2019

Best Dressed Men

Ricky Martin

Livin la vida loca by adding some wild print to his attire, Ricky Martin arrived to the Grammys sporting matching black with his son Matteo. The printed button down under his elegant charcoal suit added a pop to his red carpet look!

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Shawn Mendes

Dashing in a beautiful vibrant blue suit, Grammy nominee, Shawn Mendes arrived with charm and posed with Miley Cyrus on the red carpet. Both singers sported pantsuits on the carpet, with Mendes in eye-catching Paul Smith and Cyrus in a daring Saint Laurent piece. Mendes performed a moving rendition of "Isn't In My Blood" with Cyrus, leaving the crowd in awe.

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Without these two we’ll be needing stitches. #Grammys

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Most Unique

Cardi B

Showing that she was definitely a winning woman, Grammy winning artist, Cardi B arrived in an interesting yet opulent dress. Straight out of Thierry Mugler’s 1995 Couture collection, the vintage inspired gown features a bouffant covered in pearls and emulated an oyster.

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Best Dressed Groups

Backstreet Boys

BACKSTREETS BACK, ALRIGHT! The boys are back and showed off exactly why they are still heartthrobs, wearing suits and big smiles! Nominated for Best Pop/Duo Performance, the group felt nostalgic as they returned to the Grammy's together.

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BTS

One of the most highly anticipated arrivals of the night, BTS walked the red carpet in classic yet stylish tuxedos. The boys surprised fans with custom designed suits from South Korean designer JayBaek Couture, while J-hope's was created by designer Kim Seo Ryong. Fitted to perfection, BTS did not fail to show their excitement at their first ever Grammy Awards.

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Best Dressed Couple

Kelsea Ballerini & Morgan Evans

Grammy nominated country artist, Kelsea Ballerini and her husband, Morgan Evans were sweet and affectionate on the big night. Showing that vintage glamour is never out of style, Ballerini appeared in a classy Jenny Packham mesh gown and styled her hair in waves for a glamorous look. Side by side with her husband, she shined next to his charming charcoal suit with black dress shirt.

Head to our Instagram Stories for a special behind-the-scenes look at how @KelseaBallerini got ready for tonight's #GRAMMYs (Plus, some amazing fashion inspo courtesy of @Morgan_Evans): https://t.co/qvYR4aOfS6 pic.twitter.com/Ntl8r8kGwZ

— Glamour (@glamourmag) February 10, 2019

The 61st Grammy Awards was an unforgettable night of performances and fashion. Do you have a favorite outfit? Let us know in the comments!

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61st Grammy Awards: A Star Studded Red Carpet

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Lady Coo

Dua Lipa

— VERSACE (@Versace) Feb 11, 2019

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Shawn Mendes

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Kelsea Ballerini & Morgan Evans

— Glamour (@glamourmag) February ten, 2019

The 61st Grammy Awards was a memorable night of performances and style. Do you have a favorite outfit? Inform us in the comments!

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