#shes already gigantic 😂

[abirddogmoment]

Learning about trains and stuff

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH45

Slumber party!

Fair, but consider: She deserves a little murder. As a treat.

Kabru be like "IS THAT MY BACKSTORY???"

That sure is....a ship. With no one on it.

Ah, shit the Americans are here.

Two things: Toshiro being tended to like a pretty pretty princess is hilarious.

And also, the fact that they think the elves can kill Falin......... hmmm.... Pressing X to doubt.

............... oh. Laios. 😂

But also like. How was he MEANT to keep it silent? Put a little something in it? I thought since it was a magic bell you could code it to only ring when it's shaken with INTENT?

Fancy ass house.

Also, Namari...........are you hitting that yet? Both of that?

Oh, it's backstory time.

Okay one: that's fucking tragic, it sounds like the Elves are just forcing the dungeons closed with no regard for how the ecosystem compensates and what people suffer by being in close proximity......

And another thing: Kabru. Kabru, isn't that what YOU'RE after? Having all the power?

Why is this so much like that one meme where the girls at the party are looking at you.

It's the same picture.

Kabru that's. That's maybe not the way to go about it. you're going to give them MORE reasons to go in.

Nevermind the governor not being into this 'good boy, now sign' talk, Toshiro's kinda right. Ya fucked up Kabru.

No matter how far Laios runs, he cannot escape other people trying to tell him how to live his life. Poor guy. But at the same time...

Is this real? Or a red herring?

Laios' father and mother seemed to be living relatively pious lives. They clearly had a good house, but it didn't seem like they were extremely rich. Then again, perhaps he's just a cousin of royalty? Is that why his parents wanted him to have children?

They want to.... halt the growth of the dungeon? Is this another part of the natural ecosystem of things? Dungeons growing seems to point even more towards the idea that it's a gigantic, fleshpit-like creature instead of simply a construct.

Then again, constructs CAN be creatures. Like the golems.

Elves not understanding how old humans are continues to be hilarious because like.

As humans, we HAVE this same concept of variant aging. Like. Dogs. We understand that dogs live less than us, and mature a lot slower. But this is.... COMMON KNOWLEDGE. Most people do not make it into adulthood without understanding that dogs mature within 1-2 years of their birth.

The fact that elves, a species with FAR more time on their hands, who have lived alongside other races for AGES....... have STILL not got the general concept of aging down....means their education is atrocious. Or they're all not paying attention.

.......this. THIS is the most fascinating concept in this chapter.

The fallen.... turned into MONSTERS.

We know that dying inside the dungeon doesn't mean permanent death. But dying above-ground does.

We know that dying in the dungeon doesn't mean your body turns into a monster (aside from ghosts and ghouls?) ..... but dying aboveground.... DOES......?

WHAT'S THE TRUTH.

👁👁

Hm.

If Kabru and Laios fused, they could almost make one functioning human being.

Senshi just beginning to speak in the middle of his own internal monologue is so real.

...... what's going on there with the expression, buddy?

Bread.......are they STILL carrying around flour with them?! How are they getting bread?!

Also, it's awesome that the eggs are canonically hard to crack, because it makes sense that they don't break during their many fighting events.

Izutsumi really said ◉_◉

Don't tell me Laios, who is sensitive to ghosts has ALSO been seeing things?

Not gonna lie, that's highkey terrifying.

Props to that ghost that's been following Laios around, not ever giving up hope that it can bother him into acknowledging it.

And also - hey, it already saved them once! that means it's probably not evil!

That, or it's the king of the bloody dungeon. Wouldn't that be something!

[magalidragon]

the great sleigh escape | a very late Jonerys holiday fic

I’m alive! 😂 I’ve been gone for so long it feels like I vanished off the face of the earth but I’m still here. Just burned out and lacking energy. Regardless I finished the Christmas fic and you know better late than never huh? 😂

She fumbled with the dress, shoving it down and glanced at her escape route. She pushed herself forward, scooting down again, dropping to a balcony on the third floor. Only two more left, she thought, rather proud of herself, and hoisted herself over the railing, shimmying sideways to a gigantic maple tree. "I can do this," she mumbled. She was already this far.

How could she go back now?

What was she going to do? Just wander in to the godswood and say "Whoops, sorry dear, I didn't finish my hair and makeup because I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't know who I was and realized on my wedding day that I wasn't in love with the man I was supposed to marry, and also your mother is insane and will hate me no matter what so might as well jsut get out now while I can?"

Yeah, she wasn't doing that.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep4 Musings - Random (Spoilers)

IWTV's the type of show you need SEVERAL hours to unpaack--this is just the odds & ends I don't have as much to comment on. (I've queued five Ep4 musings for this evening, that are way more character/plot-heavy.)

Go AWF, Eglee! (Now I get why she lunged at Celeste like that--she was after Eglee's man!)

If someone don't get this Bilbo Baggins lookin arse ghoul TF off Louis' case--!

Sure, Mr. I Do Not Consider Myself Abused.

I hope they do, Louis, I'm not even joking. I'd love to see a whole new wave of TVC-based academia come out in AMC's wake. There's A LOT to chew on.

Get this pretty bish off my dang screeeeen.

At first I thought Daniel was referring to Lestat here, but Les isn't Lou's biographer. But I guess he meant because Les was commenting so much on everything in Louis' life at that time.

That cuck chair cost 10 million dollars, Armand.

I feel SO bad for him, if he didn't realize HOW MUCH Lestat was around--I KNOW Louis hallucinated Les while they were banging. 😬

😱

🤦

Daniel, you gigantic unmitigated MORON. 🤦 WHYYYYYYY would you reveal your hand like that?! This dude is SLIPPING. 😩

So Loumand kept dead victims saran-wrapped (bleh) in their flat, and let Daniel just stroll on in--"don't be afraid, just start the tape." No wonder Daniel called it a "dump."

Who's being reported missing/dead on the news? What's Armand mean by that being "enterprising/fascinating"? Daniel's penchant for following the scoop on gritty gory crimes?

But then Armand implied that in high school Daniel raped a girl and made her wear a paper bag over her head so he wouldn't have to look at her, not caring when she cried. 😱 And it was that "splinter of coldness in you" that made him fascinating to Armand. GOD. Anne Rice would be proud.

Louis look ready to reach over and wring Daniel's neck. 😅

Bienecke Library in New Haven is at Yale--they collect rare books & stuff. Lemme find out the Talamasca's posted up there. "Post-war reconstruction of Paris"--that's good, nice work, COLLECT YOURSELF.

Psst! I wouldn't touch that, knowing where it's been. 🤢🐀🐀🐀

Not this knockoff Lestat strutting around in housecoats. 😂

😨 I'm boycotting AMC & cancelling my AMC+ subscription.

So Loumand/Armand's art dealing was Louis' thing initially--I like it! He needs a job. I can imagine him at Sothebys or Christies or something.

If only Armand knew Florence told Louis "Don't come back, fragile son...." Louis and Marius both managed to capture the soul of Armand in art--I need to lay down.

THIS CREEP'S TRYNA STEAL ARMAND'S PHOTO! 😱 What a wanker! Literally! Dang, even in the 1940s Armand's not safe from pervs! 😩

Is this thievin pervin swindlin a-hole tryna warn MY Louis!?

(YES, actually, Louis; you DO.) Was it that Alois creep? Did Lou EVER have the correct photos? Is there a Talamasca mole in the archival staff? (Is it Rashid, LOL?) Or, god forbid, Alderman Fenwick was right all along (boo!): "You're a dumb pimp who got robbed blind years ago." A SPY'S afoot!

The jumpscares this episode are RELENTLESS! That startled me! 😅 And OUCH about the ageism. (NO ONE stood around clutching their pearls when Armand chokeslammed a little Black girl not THIRTY SECONDS AGO, but suddenly everyone's aghast that Armand hemmed up this old buffoon?!)

The SOUND I just made. XD

The coup's already happened--Loumand just doesn't know it yet. U_U

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 223 (Spoilers)

Utahime really sells this image. The way her hands, arms, robes and her hair are drawn awakens in the reader the feeling that we're really at the beginning of the first attack in this gigantic battle. Gakuganji on the other hand conveys passivity and because they're meant to be seen as a unit, we can guess before turning the pages that what they're going to do will be in support of Gojo.

We get closure on Yaga and a Gakuganji who who lied to the higher ups and seems remorseful. Two pages of the manga for his heel-face turn seems exactly right for a minor character and in hindsight this doesn't even come as a surprise. Gramps plays an electric guitar, his favorite singer is Jimmy Hendrix and he has nose and lip piercings; things the conservative elders hate. Hakari was thrown out of school for his technique and Kirara because she's trans, so it's logical to conclude that Gakuganji had similar conflicts with the JJsociety in the past and look where he's now!

This is also the first flashback we get of the month we skipped over. We're going to get even more of them when the time in the narrative is right.

There is no JJK fan who wasn't delighted in seeing this massacre

Ijichi gets his time to shine and the recognition from the strongest... unfortunately he's now targeted by death 😂

Utahime's technique is really interesting. It's not an offensive technique by itself and Utahime still became a semi grade 1 sorcerer with it meaning her fighting capabilities lie somewhere else.

This is some spectacular lore! Singing, dancing, playing instruments and making hand signs. Only the hand sign can't be omitted when activating the Domain Expansion. Gojo does all of this as well so be prepared for Sukuna singing and dancing somewhere in the future.

Sukuna was really taken by surprise by this and lost both of his hands in having to take the attack had on. (Uraume is somewhere in the background and no one cares). The first point in this battle goes to Gojo and this sets the scene for the upcoming chapters.

We've already seen this wavy effect when someone with high amounts of cursed energy does something. E.g. when Megumi tried to summon Mahoraga before Sukuna took control of his body.

This is one of the better drawn faces of Sukugumi and Sukuna is enough of a bitch that he'll start his counter offensive against Gojo with Megumi's shikigami but I have a theory on how Megumi is going to fight against Sukuna with his Chimera Shadow Garden DE.

The results for my poll from last week are in and more than 2/3 of the 195 who voted think that Nobara will come back.

[ominous-feychild]

✦ HEIGHT COMPARISON ✦

Thanks for the tag, @yourpenpaldee!

RULES:

Use this site to compare the heights of your OCs.

I'm not going to lie, I have mixed feelings about this tag, haha. I mean, it was pretty fun in a lot of ways! But the website was also laggy and, uh... diverse body types and stuff? Definitely not, whoops.

On a more positive note! I decided on the colors for each of these characters a while ago, and this is also a cool way so show them off! Tell me what you think of everyone's colors, and if I did a good job making them distinct from one another!

(The amount of my characters I saw related to blue without even realizing it... I had to move some to shades of purple!!!)

SUN AND SHADOW

This one was disappointing in body types both for ridiculous reasons (why no harpy for poor Crow? 😂) aaaand... a lot more valid ones. Like, okay, there wasn't a single icon for a person with a cane. Not even for a thin one! So instead we just got Soren with his hands in his pockets.

THE ARCANE RIFTS

Large cast, sorry guys! 😂 Believe it or not, I actually made a separate one with a few more of the characters if you guys want me to post it separately! I just didn't want to crowd this post up any more than it already will be, haha.

Gene is a smol boy, both from genetics (😉) and malnutrition, whoops. Although they won't show up in the Arcane Rifts (or... not any time soon? 👀), I have a lot of Gene's family built out and they're all pretty short, haha. So it was a given he would be, too! Thennnnn there was also the "no option for a cane" thing. 😑

Adilzhan, on the other hand, has always been planned out to be gigantic, haha. If there were any harpy icons, I could've done one for him and shown another reason this man is considered to be hulking! Dude's terrifying, I love him. 10/10.

This is the kids' fully-grown heights btw! Obviously seven-year-old Gene isn't 5'3, haha. He'll only be that tall later into book 2.

RISING FROM THE ASHES

Another place the lack of diverse icons reallllly didn't vibe well with me, oops. Guqayya wears a headscarf for religious reasons, but there weren't any avatars with it and, well... idk, maybe she's not a real person, but I really don't like having anything representing her without one.

Sammy, on the other hand? Great, 10/10, haha. One of the Things™ about him is that he looks much younger than he actually is, and one of the ways that shows is in his height! He's actually 15, though, he just absolutely does not look it, haha. Poor kid.

Also it greatly amuses me that not only is Caron not that tall (meanwhile his son towers above him), but Guqayya is taller than him. Cranky old healer lady ftw am I right?

(More seriously, it amuses me because he's a super intimidating presence. Tbh he's got a lot of muscle--though he hides it under loose-fitting clothes--and he's got a lot of other factors that makes him more intimidating. Like, famous and known to lead a knight's college for one. But also he's got a generally very collected manner, doesn't really show his emotions, and--oh, right. Is powerful enough magically that he radiates an aura of power, haha. Still! It's so funny to picture that in an otherwise almost average-height man! I think it's not done that often tbh.)

ALL MAIN CHARACTERS

Aaaand the actual main characters of each of the stories! (Well, technically minus the MCs of the later books of tAR, but that's not really relevant, so--)

Turns out my MCs tend to be kinda short, haha. Oh, well! I think I did a great job diversifying the colors for them, though, so hopefully it'll be easy to distinguish when I start making posts about them again!

Despite the lack of diversity, I did mostly have fun with this tag! It's interesting looking at the characters' heights actually put side-to-side visually like this--I've never gotten to see it before, haha.

Also, this might've let me mess with the numerical heights to better match those that I saw visually occurring between the characters... I'm not that great at converting numbers to distance in my mind. The aphantasia doesn't help, whoops.

I'm proud that it seems I've done a decent job of varying the heights and generally making them accurate to irl averages, though!

Tagging (gently!!!): @the-golden-comet @darkandstormydolls @the-letterbox-archives @illarian-rambling @wyked-ao3

@ath3alin @mysticstarlightduck + open tags!!!

Gorgeous divider by @saradika!

[luniidae]

~ Of Gold and Blood ~

~ How it started... ~

Chapter III

Note: Hi everyone! While I was re-writing chapter 3, I realized it was so long that it ended up being a whole new chapter... So, here we are! Now I need to update the chapter's numbers 😂

You can now read it on AO3 ✨

              Luvia had become an inhabitant of the House of Hope, and the least we can say is that the weeks that followed were the most exciting of her life. 

For the first time the young girl lacked nothing. She had a roof over her head, a huge room just for her, enough to eat morning, noon and evening, and no one to mistreat her. She was even taught to read and write, both common language and the Infernal one, and everything was going well.

 

             The years spent in Neverwinter had been rough for her, but according to Raphael, it had been a blessing in disguise. They had made Luvia a particularly obedient child due to her strong instinct for self-preservation, and she never complained about anything, unlike the mortal offsprings he saw from time to time when he visited the material plane. How annoying they could be...

Besides, the devil didn't remember having ever heard her ask for anything, not even the slightest toy. So one day, as if to reward her for her diligence and good behavior, but also to make her even more dependant, he gave her a stuffed mouse that she almost never took off.

               An entire year had passed since her arrival, and Luvia had caught up on the most basic knowledge that any child her age had. She had gotten her bearings and was following a routine that couldn't be simpler: every day, spread over several hours, Luvia studied languages, conjugation, sciences or mathematics with the Archivist.

Then she learned to awaken her magical potential with Korrilla (whom she really liked). She then had a few hours of free time during which she tried out the organ which was in the archives room, to the great dismay of its occupants.

Her attempts were very clumsy, but her stubbornness aroused something akin to affection in Raphael (in his own way, of course). Pride perhaps? Still, he took the trouble to show her the basics so that no one would risk losing their hearing in the future. Over time, he even ended up teaching her some melodies, and even the art of poetry.

               Although the presence of the young girl was easier to bear than he imagined, he didn't lose sight of his objective. As adorable and strong-willed as she was, Luvia was just a tool, another soldier in his gigantic army, maybe even his future right hand after Korrilla, who knows? If she continued to be this docile and efficient, then perhaps he wouldn't even need to break her to make himself obeyed.

She would carry out his orders without asking the slightest question and would perhaps even be ready to sacrifice herself if it allowed him to achieve his objective...

The thought left him dreamy... Having someone so blindly devoted on hand was something exhilarating. A Dracanist at that... If the stories he had read about them were accurate, then she would be an essential element in his plan the day he took control of Avernus, the Hells, and then the rest. .. Raphael almost shuddered, already imagining himself reducing to silence all those who could have disrespected him, overthrowing the other Archdevils one by one and showing the whole world that he wasn't just a simple Cambion.

                But in the meantime, the Dracanist was still only a little girl and her abilities were far from being sufficiently developed to consider such designs. And anyway, he was missing a much-needed element: the crown of Karsus. An artifact that, combined with others he already possessed, would be powerful enough to allow its wielder to rival the gods themselves.

Raphael knew where the crown was: safe in the archives of his father, Mephistopheles. The idea of knowing it so close and so far away at the same time was almost unbearable. How could it sit there gathering dust like a common museum antique? Such a work, such a power had to be put to good use, and who better than himself to take charge of it... 

              Sitting at his desk, elbows resting on the edge of the furniture, the devil pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to concentrate on other things. He had already spent enough time being angry with his sire, and brooding like he did wouldn't get him his hands on the precious crown any faster. So he decided to direct his attention to his next clients.

His eyes landed on a few notes, details of desperate people he had met recently, or was about to visit. Among this pile of paper there was a letter, given by Korrilla, written by a woman and addressed directly to Raphael.

Aware of his nature, she begged him to help her brother, a man for whom the term "hypochondriac" was a mild euphemism. She explained that he was terrified of dying. He distrusted everyone and everything and, paradoxically, was on the right track to meet the fate he so feared. The Cambion chuckled, this one promised to be fun, he thought...

               William was a human in his forties who lived as a recluse in his home in Waterdeep. All the shutters were closed, leaving very little room for daylight, and the floor was littered with various blankets. The place seemed almost deserted but not neglected.

The man spent most of his time on his bed, only leaving it to go to the amenities. His face was marked by fatigue and his silhouette, hidden by clothes that had become too big, suggested that he had eaten almost nothing for a long time. 

                 Suddenly, a smell of sulfur, smoke and cherry filled his nostrils. Alert and anxious, he cast worried glances in all directions, trying to find the source. Could his house catch fire? No, impossible, he hadn't used a candle for a while for this exact reason. William examined himself, a little panicked, checking his ribs, looking for the slightest clue, the slightest sign. But he was interrupted when a blazing glow appeared in the middle of his room. A humanoid figure emerged and the man screamed like he had never screamed before.

“Calm down…”, replied a voice that was intended to be reassuring. But the forty-year-old didn't seem very cooperative. He then heard a snap of fingers followed by an annoyed sigh, "I said, quiet."

For a few seconds, no sound came out of his mouth, which, at the time, made him panic even more. He was prostrate on his bed, his eyes filled with fear and riveted on this stranger who had just burst into his home.

He was a rather tall man, dark-haired, with a tanned complexion and an intense gaze. Exasperated, the latter continued...

"I am here at your sister's request. The poor thing seemed desperate and worried...", he glanced around, "...and rightly so, it seems"  There was almost a note of disdain in his words. 

The man on the bed tried to answer him, but he could only make a muffled noise. A bit like he had a piece of cloth stuck in his mouth. 

“Oh, yes…”, the mysterious stranger snapped his fingers again and the words came back to him.

"W-who are you?", William asked under his breath, "You came to kill me...?"

His gaze was full of apprehension as he waited for a response. The other man chuckled warmly.

"Where have my good manners gone" he said curtsying, "My name is Raphael, and no, I'm not here to kill you. Consider me more of a potential... Friend"

"How do you know my sister? What do you want from her?"

“Oh but she’s the one who came to me” he paused, as if for dramatic effect. “You see, she told me about your condition and thought I might just be the solution to a problem that is slowly killing you”

"A... A problem? What problem? I don't have a problem! And I'm not dying! Or maybe I am... No, I don't need any help. She’s worried for nothing, as usual. And you’re wrong too!”

“Oh really?”, resumed the Cambion in disguise, a mischievous smile on his face, “Yet I heard that you no longer even allow her to bring you food, for fear that it will be poisoned or rotten. You have spread these blankets on the floor because you are afraid of hurting yourself with a rusty nail, but you rarely leave your bed because you do not want to risk getting your feet caught in these same blankets and having a bad fall. You're also hiding in the dark for fear of... What again?" Raphael asked with a knowing look.

"... The sun... I'm afraid that the sun's rays would burn my skin...", his interlocutor mumbled shamefully.

"Ah yes...", he laughed, "No, but listen to yourself, do you think you're a vampire? Add to that the fact that you stopped sleeping for fear of never waking up, and you'll soon find yourself in the lead come face to face with what you have tried so hard to avoid"

William remained silent for a few moments, considering the words of his unexpected guest. He had to admit that he wasn't completely wrong... No, to tell the truth, he was completely right. He had been abusing his own body for days. If he continued on this path, he would eventually give up for good. 

"What.... What do you suggest? I can't get out, it's impossible. Believe me, I tried but it's too much for me"

“Nothing is impossible, my dear friend”, replied the devil with a confident look,

“I could make your life more pleasant with a snap of my fingers” he said, matching his words with his actions. 

The poor guy's eyes almost seemed to sparkle despite the dim light. The prospect of leading a life devoid of all fear seemed surreal to him, but also terribly attractive. 

"I'll do anything you want! Absolutely anything! Anything! Just tell me..." William exclaimed. 

"Come on, there's no point in rushing. Your case may look hopeless but you still have a few days ahead of you" Raphael replied calmly, "Let me think about our little arrangement and when I've made up my mind, I'll come back to you"

With these words, and despite the pleas of his new future client, Raphael disappeared in a whirlwind of flames, once again making the man scream who thought he saw his house burning.

              Back at the House of Hope, Raphael considered his options regarding William's case. The poor man was obviously ready to do anything to return to a somewhat normal life, and it was a safe bet that selling his soul was part of that. It wasn't a particularly complicated or interesting case.

In fact, the devil was almost tempted to let him languish in his pitiful room, but he had made a pact with the latter's sister and he felt in the mood for honoring his end of the bargain. 

As fate would have it, young Luvia walked past the open door of his office at that moment. It only took a few seconds for an idea to cross his mind... 

“Luvia” he said in an almost authoritative tone.

The sounds of small footsteps stopped, before starting again, and the little girl appeared in the doorway, her stuffed mouse in her arms.

“Come closer” he said with a wave of his hand. The young girl complied.

She stopped in front of his desk, her big red eyes fixed on him. Raphael stood up and placed one knee on the ground in front of her to put himself at her level. His gaze rested on the two bony growths that adorned her little head.

He remembered reading that the Dracanists' horns were the source of their regenerative abilities. He pinched the tip of one between his fingers, feeling again that kind of magical flow he had felt the day she arrived at his abode. Perhaps the writings were true? After all, he had also read that some people were once willing to do anything to get one... Absolutely anything... Blindly everything. But there was only one way to find out...

"Luvia, my dear... You have always been a good girl. You follow the instructions and you progress quickly. I admit that I have never had anything to reproach you for. You are... almost like a daughter, you know", he restrained himself from grimacing at his own words. For her part, Luvia couldn't help but look at him with a bit of admiration, waiting for his next words, "So I have a favor to ask you", he began, "You see... I would need this” he said, tapping one of her horns with the tip of his index.

               Luvia wasn't a very expressive child and it was sometimes difficult to guess what she was thinking or feeling, but this was the first time she frowned. She seemed a little worried, as well as not understanding why Raphael would suddenly need her horns. Noticing the confusion on her face, he hastened to add...

"You see, I meet a lot of people during my business trips... Sometimes desperate people who are looking for help. Help that I am usually more than willing to offer. But you know...", he stared at her, "Today I'm faced with a particularly difficult case... And to solve it, I need all the help I can get... Your help, Luvia", he insisted. 

The young girl seemed flattered. Was he really asking for her help? Hers, and no one else's? Really? This was a challenge she was ready to accept to make him proud. She simply nodded, trying to contain her enthusiasm to look more... "Professional". 

"Good" he said with a satisfied look, "Well, these horns are very special. They have incredible powers, they can heal, help... I only need a little bit of it anyway"

“Will it hurt?” the little girl asked.

“Not at all” replied the Cambion, “I would never do anything that could hurt you”

Luvia considered his words for a few seconds, and with a nod, she agreed.

                 Two days later, Raphael returned to William who seemed relieved to see him again. 

“Have you thought about it? Our arrangement?” the man asked in an almost desperate tone.

Raphael chuckled, "Well, yes... I think I found what you need", he presented his hand, and opening it, revealed a small piece of horn. His interlocutor seemed a bit surprised. 

"Wh... What is that?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"This, my friend, is the key to your new life. A Dracanist horn, an object as rare as it is powerful... Carry it with you at all times and you will no longer fear the slightest injury"

William looked skeptical for a few moments, "Oh?... I've never heard of it... Are you sure it works?"

                The Cambion pretended to be offended, "Are you trying to wound me, William? Do you know what I had to do, what hostile and unfriendly lands I had to visit to hope to find the rare pearl? If you are so reluctant to accept my gift, I can offer it to someone who will appreciate it at its true value... Which is priceless"

The man seemed to panic, trying to catch up with the situation, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant! I was just a little surprised. In... In the good sense of the word, of course! Haha, at least it won't take up too much space in my pockets...", he tried to calm down and caught his breath.

"Maybe you would need a little proof?" The Cambion approached and gave him the horn. Then he made appear a knife and handed it to him, "Cut yourself"

William stared at him, hint of worries in his gaze, "Wh... What? Why would I do that?"

"Do you want me to do it for you?"

"N-No, it's... It's okay", the man took the knife and reluctantly cut his own flesh in a painful expression, he was too scared to refuse anyway. The wound was nothing but a scratch, but a few seconds later...

"Is... Is it closing... The wound, it... It disappeared?!", he exclaimed.

"Of course it did"

"Okay... What do you want in return?"

Raphael smiled, "I just told you, it's a gift. You see, I've been feeling in a particularly generous mood lately. That said, I'm afraid I still have to inconvenience you with the paperwork"

"I'd sign everything and anything at this point", the man answered.

"I'm sure you would... You see, it's in my nature to set conditions, but since you already have enough suffered... Let's say... That you're going to hate mirabelles" he chuckled.

The forty-year-old's eyes widened, "I'm sorry...?"

“You heard me”

"Um... Well... I must admit that I don't really understand where you're going with that"

The devil didn't reply and made a parchment and a quill appear in front of him, then the whole thing floated towards William, "

                His interlocutor frowned, trying to understand what was happening. All this made no sense, but the poor man was in such a state that it was impossible for him to reason properly. He shrugged his shoulders and signed quickly. He would gladly stop eating mirabelles if that meant to live normally.

“Excellent, William... The horn is yours. Don’t forget to keep it carefully with you, and don't tell anyone about it. This will be our little secret”

The latter took the horn and examined it, he then looked at Raphael, "Thank you... For everything"

"The pleasure is all mine..."

When Raphael returned to the House of Hope, he promised Luvia that her horn had served a purpose, that it had helped someone, had made this someone's life better...

At least for a while.

He will not tell her that William, a few days after finding the courage to go out, had gradually felt a visceral hatred for his sister, Mirabelle. He will not tell her that in a fit of rage, he had killed her, and that upon realizing his terrible mistake, he had ended his life by throwing himself into a river, taking the horn with him into the depths. 

Two contracts, two souls, two birds with one stone...

To be continued...

[cherrygorilla]

Ice Pop 🍃

Aaaah, Happy Birthday, Danelle! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I honestly didn't think I'd be able to get anything done to celebrate this year with how busy I've been, and I felt terrible, but luckily being at home for the last week has given me some time on a night to whip a little something up. It's not the best, or the most exciting, but hopefully it can somewhat make up for my months of radiosilence, and bring you a little joy today. 🥰

Now, this can pretty much be considered a standalone AU one-shot, but it was supposed to be a section in the third part of ASDO - yes, I know I haven't even finished the second part yet, I'm working on it lol - however, due to changes in timelines and things, it's not going to be able to work like this anymore. Still, I wanted my idea for two certain characters meeting for the first time to have some sort of a home, even if it is no longer canon. And who knows? Maybe it'll help for their appearances in other stories haha. But yeah, if you're wondering about the context of the rehearsal it's centred around - that's what it's for 😂

Anyway, enough of my rambling! I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you have a great day however you end up celebrating! You're the best internet friend a girl could ask for, so you deserve it! Happy birthday, Danelle!! 🥳

"Ugh, she just gets prettier every time I see her."

As rubber sneaker soles met blistering asphalt, Vivien couldn't help but giggle. Swinging the door of the sky blue convertible shut, she turned to face Carrie, affectionately rolling her eyes as she saw where her gaze, and flattery was aimed. Proudly plastered across the side of Sound Stage 4 was a colossal banner advertising the newest season of Find Your Voice, decorated with the gigantic heads of eight of its core cast members. And off to the left hand side, beaming down the camera lens over the top of an advanced geometry textbook, was the very same blonde as the one standing there admiring it.

"And Miles wonders why he can't get Royce to stop calling you vain," Vivien sarcastically teased.

Reluctantly tearing her gaze from the studio's prime position billboard, Carrie settled the younger brunette with a contented smirk. "I don't care; it's true," she said, holding back a giggle of her own as she swung her car door shut. "And besides, a little self-love's healthy."

"A little?" Vivien snorted with a raised eyebrow.

Carrie didn't have a comeback for that one, instead just laughing along with the teenager as she locked up her Mustang and rounded the car to join her. Bidding the oversized version of herself a final goodbye with a proud grin and a mock salute, as a way of thanking her for her contributions to their show's ever-growing ratings, Carrie began leading Vivien out of the studio parking lot. 

Jogging a few paces to match the blonde's brisk walking pace, Vivien soon returned to scanning her surroundings like she'd just set foot in Munchkinland after a tornado. By now she had thought she was somewhat familiar with the movie world her extended family lived in, or at least the portion by the beach where they all resided. But exploring the downtown area brought that same giddy novelty of her first visit flooding back to her. It was like the whole city had a filter over it, turning up the saturation of the colours in the brickwork or shop signs, and bringing out their warmth to match the sunrays kissing the freckles up and down her arms.

Once she'd finally regained control of her childlike wonder, and had stopped gawping at the buildings lining the street they were strolling down as though they were exhibits at a science museum, her attention returned to the same question that had been plaguing her since Carrie had ushered her into the passenger seat of her car. "You know, you still haven't actually told me where we're going."

"I'm taking you to the venue."

Despite her nonchalant tone, Carrie's revelation made Vivien's breath catch in her throat. "Already?"

"Well yeah," Carrie replied, seemingly confused by the panicked squeak in the girl's voice. "I thought you'd want to get some practice in first."

Melting into a smile with a relieved sigh, Vivien let her shoulders relax and her feet be guided by the clunky, patterned platform boots parading her down Sycamore Close. Acting as a rather effective tour guide, Carrie gave her a walking tour of her and Miles' weekday stomping ground - she pointed out the mechanic shop where he worked, where their favourite sandwich shop was, which place did the best coffee, which place did the worst coffee - she even pointed out the laundrette Miles almost flooded after an unfortunate lunch-break run-in with a meatball sub, and threw in the anecdote that went along with it for good measure. There was the florist shop, the record store, the pharmacy - the whole street looked like it could have been plucked straight out of a movie set. And, in a way, Vivien supposed it had been. But as they rounded another corner, the pastel awnings and inviting smells disappeared. 

It was far from a dump; palm trees still sporadically lined the road, and storefronts held haphazard displays of their products to entice the sparse crowds of customers. But the trashbags sitting at the curbside, and the uneven sidewalk slabs, made this part of town feel a little less polished than the rest. Just as Vivien finished reading the intricate chalkboard sign hanging outside a local bookstore though, and she turned back to follow Carrie's lead, a cloud of smoke obscured her view of the path ahead.

Thankfully, the haze had dispersed by the time the girls approached, but the stench of weed that replaced it made Vivien's nostrils itch. Scrunching up her nose, she slightly quickened her pace, hoping to get to a bakery down the street that could drown out the smell before her eyes started watering. But in the seconds that followed, she didn't know what surprised her more: the fact that Carrie was acknowledged by the stoner responsible for the smoke show, or the fact that she actually stopped to talk to him.

"Heyyyy, Carrie-oke! What the hell are you doing here so early?"

 "We're down a drummer, so we need an emergency rehearsal with our stand-in," Carrie replied, a hint of amusement colouring her tone - whether that was due to the circumstances, or the fact that she sensed Vivien's utter confusion was a mystery to the brunette though.

"You lost another one? What happened? She didn't-"

"Yeah, Amber dumped him… Again."

"Fucking hell," the guy snorted, taking a quick drag on his joint and blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, away from the girls, which Vivien appreciated. There was something about his entertained grin that drew her interest - or maybe it was that mischievous twinkle she spotted in his dark, albeit bleary chocolate brown eyes as he lifted his round sunglasses onto the top of his head. Either way, her intrigue towards the young man was making the weed smell more and more tolerable with each passing second. "Two drummers in four months? Is she trying to set a record or something?" he cheekily continued.

"I don't know," Carrie sighed with an eyeroll at her friend's expense. "But she definitely made the right call with that last guy; he was a total deadweight."

"Was that the coupon guy?" he checked. And once Carrie nodded her confirmation: "Oh yeah, he was a fucking moron. She can do so much better."

"Exactly," Carrie replied, throwing her head back with a hearty laugh at the brunet's earnest response. "But, yet again, her commendable level of self-respect has left us without a drummer less than eight hours before doors open. Hence the emergency rehearsal."

The deeply pensive expression, pulling the guy's eyebrows together, had Vivien biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from giggling, especially when he revealed what he'd been thinking so hard about.

"Hence…" he mumbled, through a mouthful of the BLT sandwich he'd picked up from the plate balancing precariously on the windowsill beside him. "Gnarly adverb... Respect."

Carrie just shook her head with another amused grin. "That stuff's hittin' good this morning, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckled with a contented nod of approval. "You want a hit?"

Whilst the offer itself wasn't too much of a surprise to Vivien, the length of time Carrie appeared to consider it for certainly was. For a moment, she even thought she saw the blonde's arm twitch, as though instinctively moving to accept, before she caught herself and shook her head. "No, I can't-"

"Oh come on, just a little one."

Again, Carrie almost appeared convinced, before her better judgement won out. "No, I- Look, maybe later," she eventually compromised, taking a step towards the propped open, painted brown door beside them to prevent any attempts at further complaints from the stoner. "I already told you, I'm not here to just hang out. We've got to rehearse."

"We? What are you talking about? Who's-?" But as Vivien followed Carrie's lead, inching towards the doorway, she looked up to find that set of bleary brown eyes fixed on her for the first time that conversation - any traces of an end to his question completely falling out of his head the second he spotted her.

Now that she'd actually been acknowledged by the guy, Vivien took the opportunity to fully take in his appearance: fascinated by the fact that such a creature even knew Carrie, let alone spoke to her like a friend. His dark, taupe hair fell in half-hearted curls by his shoulders - more in limp waves than anything, which were pushed away from his face by the arms of the scratched, round sunglasses balanced atop his head. His scrawny frame was hidden by a baggy denim jacket that looked as though it was about four sizes too big for him, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and a shirt beneath patterned so intensely she couldn't look at it for long without seeing spots in her vision. Old, flared, brown trousers; scuffed, but clearly well-loved, maroon boots; and a jumbled collection of leather bracelets, fabric wristbands, and peace sign pendants completed the look - a look she could only think to dub: dishevelled bohemian. If he'd have been on the cover of a history book about the hippie movement she wouldn't have batted an eyelid. And yet here he was, standing right in front of her, looking at her as though she'd just been beamed down from a spaceship.

Apparently her very existence was all it took to stun him into silence; his brain clearly needed all the energy it could get to process what he was seeing. She could practically hear its cogs spinning on overdrive as he searched her face for some recognisable quality. And just when they were starting to sound like her old laptop loading up The Sims, he tore his gaze from her and fixed it back on Carrie.

"…Who the fuck is that?"

The genuine confusion riddling his expression amused Vivien to no end, having to catch herself before a giggle escaped her lips as Carrie, evidently more familiar with his antics, simply replied: "It's Viv."

But the explanation made absolutely no difference in that empty, freckled head. The guy still looked as lost as ever.

"It's Vivien," Carrie tried again. But when she was met with a further, if not slightly more irritated, blank stare, she let out a frustrated scoff and turned so that she was fully facing the airheaded brunet again. "Vivien O'Brian-"

"You say that like you expect me to know who she is," he cut in with an incredulous scoff of his own.

"You do know."

"Then who the fuck is it?" 

"Vivien," Carrie fired back with great exasperation - the kind that could only come from years of friendly, pent-up frustration. "She ice skates. She reads books. Miles talks about her like once a fucking week!"

Ethan's eyes lit up like a Roman candle. "Yoooo, where is Miles?" he asked, all inquiries about the brunette forgotten in an instant at the very mention of that all-important name.

But his eager grin was met with a look of disapproving disbelief. "I don't know," Carrie snapped, left floundering for an answer thanks to the stoner's inability to hold a properly structured conversation. "At work, I assume."

He looked about as satisfied with Carrie's answer as she had with his question though, tipping his head up to the sky and letting out a frustrated groan that would have given a sulking six-year-old a run for his money. "You seriously didn't bring him with you?" he checked, quirking an eyebrow at her out of the corner of his vision - clearly hoping this was just some dorky prank set-up.

"No, I don't think he gets off 'til 5," Carrie flatly fired back.

"Ughhhhh." There went that stroppy groan of frustration again. "That's fucking forever away. What am I supposed to do 'til then?"

"You could help us set up for our rehearsal," Carrie suggested with a smirk. "You know, like any respectable entertainment coordinator would."

He just rolled his eyes. "It's gonna be so boring without him though," he whined, scuffing his boot along the sidewalk as he dejectedly kicked a pebble against the side of the building.

Now it was Carrie's turn to roll her eyes as she let out an incredulous scoff. "Need I remind you, we were friends way before Miles came into the picture?" 

The stoner levelled her gaze for a beat before a knowing smile tugged his lips into that same mischievous grin from before. "Yeah, but from that point on, nothing else really mattered, did it? Let's be real," he chuckled. Despite the ribbing, and obvious penchant for a certain mechanic, there was a glint in his blood-shot eyes that revealed his fondness for the blonde after all though.

And the feeling was clearly mutual since she was still willing to continue the conversation - she couldn't even successfully stifle her smile back as she shook her head and muttered a quick: "You're such an idiot."

The brunet made no attempt to argue - in fact he let out an amused snort of agreement as he reached for the rest of his half-eaten BLT.

Seizing the opportunity to take control of the conversation again, Carrie attempted to steer it back on track with an exaggerated, "Anyway." Tugging her guest closer, and dramatically gesturing to her, she continued, "That Vivien we talk about all the time: this is her."

The guy nodded thoughtfully. "Vivien…" he mumbled through a mouthful of bread - still playing that oh-so challenging game of connect-the-dots.

"Yes, Vivien," Carrie confirmed, as though encouraging a kindergartener. "She stayed with Miles and his brothers last April."

"Mmm," he nodded, finally showing some evidence of understanding. "She's dating that other mechanic guy - the one Miles lived with for-"

"No," Carrie cut in sharply over Vivien's incredulous laughter. "That's Mick and Butchy."

"Well how the fuck am I supposed to-?"

"Viv's dating Royce," Carrie explained, cutting off his complaint before he could derail the conversation any further.

"She's dating Royce?" he questioned, half-mumbling to himself as he fought through the disbelief the new information carried. His eyebrows scrunched in incredulity, his lips curled into a sort of confused grimace- 

But then it finally clicked - the force almost popping his eyes out of his head in the process.

If the sudden change in the stoner's expression hadn't already set Vivien off to laugh harder, the sharp gasp that followed, and sent what remained of his mouthful of sandwich flying into the back of his throat, certainly did.

"Holy shit!" he eventually managed to choke out between the hacking coughs to help dislodge the piece of bread. "That was actually real?" he went on to ask once he'd caught his breath again, staring at Carrie with tear-stained eyes and a look of utter stupefaction. But she just nodded and chuckled as she handed him a bottle of water from her purse. "I thought Miles just made that up so I'd stop thinking his brother was a lame-ass," he continued, pausing to gulp down the offered water and rid himself of any remaining evidence of his mini choking fit. Holding the water bottle out to its original owner with a heavy, contemplative sigh, he levelled her gaze and lowered his voice to ask a dubious: "You're definitely sure it's real then?"

"You do know you can talk to her yourself, right?" Carrie checked, raising her eyebrow as she took back the bottle and gestured to Vivien yet again.

The guy paused, mouth slightly agape, as the realisation steadily dawned on him. Shifting his gaze to the brunette, he instead posed the question to her. "...You're actually dating Miles' brother?"

"I am indeed," she replied, smirking through poorly stifled giggles at the caricature of a guy's reactions.

"And they're definitely not paying you to say this?"

"I wish I was getting paid," Vivien snorted. "Easiest buck I'd ever make."

A thoughtful nod followed, as though impressed by the girl's honesty. And then came another bite of that BLT as he mulled over the revelation a little more. "Well, shit," he eventually settled on, with an amused smirk of his own. "Good for him… And you, I guess," he added, with a vague nod in Vivien's direction.

And then there was silence. It seemed as though he felt his role in the conversation was over now if the way he engrossed himself in inspecting the limp piece of lettuce sticking out the side of his sandwich was anything to go by. But Carrie had other ideas.

"Is that it?"

"Is what it?"

"That's all you have to say?" she raised an eyebrow and pressed.

"Well what else do you want me to do?"

But Carrie's disgruntled eye roll told Vivien she wasn't about to spell it out for him. "You have the social skills of a fucking garden snail," she muttered, before turning to the younger brunette with an almost apologetic shake of her head. "Well, since he's not gonna introduce himself - Viv, this Ethan. I had other, cooler friends I wanted you to meet first but, unfortunately fate had other plans."

Ethan still frowned despite her teasing tone. "I know you don't mean that, Cole," he protested, to which Carrie just smirked and rolled her eyes again.

Vivien felt like she was constantly on the brink of laughter watching the pair interact, caught between genuine amusement and utter disbelief. "So you two are like legitimately friends then?" she asked, feeling the need to check since her brain still didn't feel ready to process what her eyes were telling her.

Matching mischievous grins graced their faces as Ethan nodded and Carrie stifled another chuckle. "Don't look so surprised," she added after clocking the girl's reaction.

"No, I just-" Vivien floundered, struggling to articulate everything her brain was trying to process into a proper sentence. But after several failed attempts, she let her straight-to-the-point inner voice take over talking duties, with a spluttered laugh to join it. "How the hell did it happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I just- I thought I had an idea of what your friends would be like…" Vivien trailed off, again at a loss for words.

"And this isn't it?" Carrie asked with mock-surprise as she jerked her thumb in Ethan's direction, just as he took another hit of his joint. 

"...Well, we call you Barbie for a reason," Vivien teased. "I just didn't expect Little Miss Perfect to hang out with…"

"Someone who looks like they crawled out of Fraggle Rock?" Carrie offered with a smirk that quickly set the girl off to laugh.

Luckily, Ethan started laughing along with them - but not for the same reasons. "Yooo, they call you Barbie?"

"That's what you took from that?" Carrie checked in disgruntled disbelief.

"That's so fucking good," he mumbled as another amused grin settled on his lips.

But Carrie just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Vivien. "I swear you kids think I'm some sort of saint," she chuckled before teasingly adding, "You're not the only one who can have cool, weird friends, you know?"

"I never said I was," Vivien argued through a laugh. "I just don't know where you two could have ever crossed paths. Where did you guys meet?"

"He works on the sound for Find Your Voice and a couple of other shows on the lot. So I've known him ever since I booked the part," Carrie explained whilst Ethan worked on finishing what was left of his BLT. "He was just another part of the crew at first, but, because I talk to anyone and everyone all the time-"

"'Cause she loves the sound of her own voice," Ethan cut in through a mouthful of bacon, cheekily licking mayo off his thumb.

Carrie silenced him with a withering stare - but his lingering smirk told Vivien that he wasn't phased in the slightest. Still, Carrie was able to finish the rest of her explanation uninterrupted. "-I started to talk to him between takes, you know, since he was always there with the boom mic. And then one thing led to another, and before I knew it, he was sacking off lunch with the other tech guys to come and raid my dressing room for cookies."

"Oh come on," Ethan frowned at the light ribbing. "Don't pretend you wouldn't do the same for your mom's snickerdoodles."

"You ate crumbs out of a trash can."

"And I'd do it again," Ethan shot back with an earnestness that just made his and Carrie's sibling-like bickering even more entertaining. "You can't talk anyway; you ate that piece of pizza Miles spat out into a napkin the other week."

Ethan's accusatory frown, paired with Vivien's grimace just made Carrie's attempts at a justification even harder to come by. "Listen, I was not…" she began, eyes darting to the brunette on her left as she tried to phrase this in a way that wouldn't tarnish her reputation any further. "...of sound mind that evening. Plus, he's my boyfriend - I've tasted worse than saliva."

As if the first part of the confession hadn't shocked her enough, Vivien jerked her head back in reaction to that last line. "Eww, Carrie!"

Ethan's loud bark of laughter was a completely different response though. "Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with it," he eventually chuckled. "I'd have probably eaten it if you didn't."

"And I bet you'd have loved it too, you freak," Carrie fired back with a smirk despite her nose wrinkling in disgust.

Ethan's proud grin was all the evidence she needed to know she was right. 

Once Vivien had recovered from her future sister-in-law's nausea-inducing revelation, she was able to continue with her inquiries about the scruffy stoner she'd become so fascinated with. "Wait so you know Miles too?"

"Know him?!" Ethan squawked.

His reaction sent Carrie's eyes to the heavens as she tipped her head back in despair. "Don't get him started, Viv," she wearily warned.

But Ethan didn't even give the brunette the chance to question any further, seizing the opportunity to talk about the mechanic with both hands, and a lovestruck smile. "Miles is my soulmate; my cosmic chaperone - we're spiritually bound by the very threads of our existence."

The edges of Vivien's smirk twitched, dying to let the guffaws it was holding back free as she raised an eyebrow. "That close, huh?"

Ethan gave the girl a solemn nod. "He's the ketchup to my mustard."

"Well shit," Vivien deadpanned, matching the guy's energy perfectly. "You can't get closer than that."

Shaking her head at the pair, and the situation in general, Carrie went on to explain: "The second I brought Miles on set it was game over. He asked Ethan some dumb question about a song on the radio and he's been following him around like a bad smell ever since." 

Both physically and metaphorically.

"It was Money by the Rolling Stones, and we still say it's our song to this day, thank you very much," Ethan cagily retorted, as protective as ever over his friendship with Miles, before adding a slightly more in character: "That guitar line is gnarly."

"'Our song'?" Vivien questioned with a snort. "Are you guys gonna use it for your wedding or something?"

But the teasing remark bounced off Ethan like a rubber bullet as he mulled over the proposal with a mellow grin. "I could dig it."

Again Carrie just fondly shook her head, at both Ethan's response and Vivien's reaction. "Believe me, Viv," she went on to say. "They'd need no encouragement. I mean, you'll see it for yourself later, but they're inseparable when you get them together. Like, think of the biggest bromance you know, then times it by four…and you might be getting close."

"They're really that close?" Vivien chuckled in disbelief.

Carrie nodded intently. "They're like fucking limpets."

"I can't believe Miles has been hiding the fact he's got a best friend from me for all these years," Vivien said with cheeky incredulity. "I'm never letting him live this down. I didn't think losers like him were capable of having best friends."

"Well believe it, because he's not going anywhere," Carrie snorted. "Believe me; I've tried."

"Protest all you want, 'oke. You and I both know you'd be lost without me," Ethan said, slinging his now free arm around Carrie's shoulder and pulling her towards him, before affectionately squidging her cheeks together in a way that immediately had her trying to squirm out of his grip. 

"I'd have one hell of a mopey boyfriend, that's for sure," Carrie compromised with an affectionate roll of her eyes as she finally somewhat relaxed into the awkward embrace. "And a pretty boring social life."

"Exactly!" Ethan said, that same mischievous grin from earlier making its fateful return. "Who else would you have to go and play midnight mini golf with? And who'd you get to play ice tag with you on set?"

"Isn't it called 'freeze' tag?" Vivien teasingly questioned. "And why are you adults playing freeze tag at work?"

"Uh, we're 22, we're not dinosaurs," Carrie retorted. "And it's not 'freeze tag', it's 'ice tag': a Carrie and Ethan original."

"Well if it's not freeze tag then what is it?" Vivien laughed.

"Duuude, it's so fun!" Ethan enthused. "You've gotta sneak to one of the craft services ice buckets, grab a couple cubes, then pick your victims. If you get one down the back of their shirt - or pants - without them noticing 'til it's already down there, and without it melting, you get a point - and they then have to be the next one to go get the ice."

"The camera guys hate it," Carrie laughed. "But it makes long filming days so much more fun. We've got like half the cast and crew playing now."

"Yeah, the scoreboard in her dressing room's insane," Ethan added.

"So you've built an entire friendship around a game about ice cubes?" Vivien questioned with an amused quirk of her eyebrow.

"Pfft, no, we hang out all the time!" Ethan said.

"Yeah, believe it or not, Miles and I do voluntarily hang out with him when we're not running around after you guys," Carrie chuckled.

"To do what?" Vivien snorted.

"All sorts. We've had a few good movie nights lately 'cause we found out Ethan's got like the weirdest taste in movies ever; he's seen shit like 'Attack of the Crab Monsters', but not The Wizard of Oz."

"Well I have now, but it was fucking weird, man," came Ethan's review. "The scarecrow guy's face looked like it was melting off." Directing his next point at Vivien in particular, he departed his first bout of wisdom on her. "Not one to watch high, dudette, trust me."

"Noted," Vivien acknowledged.

"So yeah, we've had a couple of rogue movie nights if Ethan's been in charge of securing the projector reels," Carrie continued. "But other than that it's just like general, everyday stuff. At least for us, anyway. We don't really get much chance to properly plan stuff out - it kind of just happens. Like the other day, after work, Amber started trying to teach us all how to do one of her crazy yoga routines - we'd never have suggested that until we did it, but it was some of the most fun I've had in weeks."

"Yooo, I was so fucking good at it. I might get her to show me some more stuff next week; I really felt like I was tapping into something powerful with it."

"Oh it was powerful alright," Carrie acknowledged with a giggle. "Miles couldn't believe it - I haven't seen him laugh that hard since he watched you take 20 minutes to make that packet ramen."

"Look, I just have other skill sets to most people," Ethan retorted with a resigned sigh. But a fleeting memory soon had his confidence racing back. "You've gotta admit I was a key player in helping you wreck Eric's car though."

Vivien's jaw dropped to her purple sneakers. "I'm sorry, you did what now?"

The guilt was written all over Carrie's pretty little face. Knowing she had no leg to stand on if she attempted to deny it, thanks to Ethan's unending honesty, she caved with a sigh. "Ok, yeah, so we may have totaled Eric's sports car-"

"Fuck, it was so fun!" Ethan exclaimed. "Me, Amber, and Carrie went to town on that thing. And Julie-"

"Anyway," Carried quickly cut in, trying to change the topic of conversation.

But the disbelief glittering in Vivien's emerald eyes wasn't about to let her get off the hook so easily. "Oh no, I'm not going anywhere until I hear this story," she grinned eagerly.

Letting out a defeated huff, Carrie compromised. "Alright, fine, I'll tell you later. But not a word of it gets back to Miles, ok? Because he has no idea we were the ones responsible for that - and we need to keep it that way."

"Oh come on, why can't I hear it now?" Vivien asked, sticking Carrie with her classic puppy dog eyes for extra, black-mail-y effect.

But unlike her other half, Carrie wasn't so easily won over by the pleading. "Because we need to go practice," she fired back. "We've wasted enough time talking to this bozo already."

"It's not been a waste," Ethan indignantly replied. "I've had a great time."

"So have I," Vivien agreed with a chuckle. 

"And I'm very pleased for you both, but that doesn't change the fact that we need to rehearse. So hurry up and unlock the function room for us, tech boy," Carrie bossily snapped back despite her affectionate eye roll. 

"You see how she speaks to me?" Ethan snarkily muttered to Vivien as though behind the blonde's back. 

"I thought he was the sound guy for your TV show, what does that have to do with us rehearsing here?" Vivien asked, scanning the outside of the building for some sort of clue as to what the place even was.

"He is, but he's also the entertainment co-ordinator here, which means he's in charge of all the live music equipment, and the emcee for the night," Carrie explained as he stamped out the end of his joint with the toe of his boot. "So we're stuck with him all day, I'm afraid."

"I'm also your number one competition, so you'd better be fucking good," he retorted with another mischievous grin. "'Cause you've yet to beat us once."

"You've got a band too?" Vivien asked.

"Yeah - me, Miles, Donny, Rizzo and Desky. Don't let Carrie brainwash you about her bogus trio though, 'cause she can talk all she wants, but she knows she only put it together 'cause she was jealous of ours."

"You're so full of shit," Carrie retorted.

"Oh yeah? Then how come you've lost the crowd favourite vote to us every single time?" he cockily shot back. And when, for once, she didn't have a snapback at the ready: "That's what I thought. Fucking. Poser."

"Brag all you want, but we're gonna make you eat those words tonight now that we've got Viv on our side," Carrie coolly replied, sparing the brunette a smug smile.

"Oh shit, yeah," Ethan said, his competitiveness vanishing once he remembered the reason for his new friend's visit. "You're filling in as their drummer, right?"

"Yeah," Vivien confirmed, trying to hide the fact that her stomach did a backflip at the very thought. "At least that's the plan."

"Gnarly," he acknowledged with an impressed nod. "Where'd you learn to play?"

"My brother Riven taught me back when we were kids."

"Nice, you ever done any shows before or-?"

"Hello? What part of, 'we need to go practice', do you not understand?" Carrie cut in with a pointed glare in the stoner's direction.

"Uh, we're having a conversation here," Ethan countered, totally oblivious to her frustration.

"We actually have a band of our own with two of our friends that we've played a couple of shows for, yeah," Vivien carried on with a giggle at Carrie's expense.

"Oh really? No way!" Ethan exclaimed, seeming genuinely excited by the prospect.

"Yeah, and we write all our own songs."

"Seriously? That's so-"

"Guys!" Carrie tried again - one more stall away from stamping her platform go-go boot on the ground and throwing a toddler-style fit. "Come onnnn."

But yet again, Ethan wasn't bothered in the slightest by her rising irritation. In fact, he was rather irritated himself by her impatience. "Carrie - can't you see I'm talking to my new friend here? She has great knowledge to bestow, and I have much to learn - so quit interrupting; we're having bonding time. You're being rude."

"You can't pull the 'friend' card on me with Viv; she's like my little sister-" Carrie tried, but her indignant protests were drowned out by more of Ethan's senseless rambles.

"So, we'll circle back to the band thing later; I need to do some mental collage-work first, 'cause your canvas is feelin' a little blank, dudette," he began, leaning back against the brick wall and closing his eyes, as though to better visualise the 'memory version' of the brunette before him. Pressing a couple of fingers to his forehead, in an attempt to strengthen their cerebral connection, he continued, "We'll lay down some basics first. Quick-fire: name, birthday, last bone you broke."

Vivien had to bite back a laugh before responding: "Vivien O'Brian, August 22nd, and it was my wrist when I was 10."

Ethan's eyes peeled open, shining with intrigue. "No way, you've actually broken a bone?"

"Why are you so surprised? You asked," Vivien chuckled.

"'Cause most of these losers I ask don't do anything exciting enough to risk bodily harm," he snorted back, with a smug glance in Carrie's direction, relishing the steam that was practically rising from the top of her head. "How'd you break it then?"

"My skating partner dropped me," Vivien said, luckily able to look back on the memory with a more optimistic view than the other participant.

"'Skating partner'?" Ethan mused.

"Yeah, we're figure skaters - my friend Riven and I; the one who taught me to how to play the drums," she explained, catching on quickly that the more context clues she offered, the sooner they'd get to the point.

"What, like roller skating?" 

"No, ice skating," Vivien clarified with a giggle.

Ethan's eyes glazed over in understanding. "Ohhh, right. Like ice hockey."

"No, not like ice hockey," Carrie cut in with an exasperated sigh, trying to break it down as simply as she could. "Figure skating. It's like ice dancing. Think the winter olympics - lots of twirling - little dresses-"

"Ohhh, no way! You do all those crazy jumps and shit?" Ethan exclaimed - finally catching on.

"Yeah," Vivien acknowledged. "At least three times a week, usually."

"At the olympics?" he asked, genuine amazement coating every word.

"No, we're not at olympic level," she chuckled, deciding to forgo the explanation that the olympics, at most, happen 3 times a decade. "Not yet, anyway. Our coach is working us towards it though, so who knows? Maybe one day."

"Holy fuck, we're talking to a future olympian, Carrie," Ethan enthused, bumping the blonde's arm in an attempt to share the excitement with her. But when she just rolled her eyes, yet failed to hold back her smile, he continued. "Do you do other competitions and stuff though? Or do you just like practising and doing it for fun?"

"No, we compete. I've got like a whole shelf of trophies in my room," Vivien said, poorly stifling a laugh as Ethan's eyes grew wider still. "We're the reigning national champs for our age bracket."

"Woahhhh, far out, man," he breathed. "That's awesome!" Thumping Carrie's arm again, this time a touch harder to coincide with his growing excitement, he gave her another aside, "Yo, Carrie, we're talking to like a legit celebrity here." 

Vivien didn't know what she ended up laughing harder at, Ethan's genuine awe at her achievements, or Carrie's deadpan look of resignation. Those blue eyes of hers looked like they could have melted steel.

Snorting out a laugh of his own at the blonde's expression, he turned back to Vivien with a smirk. "That never gets old," he grinned, evidently well-versed in teasing Carrie about her level of fame. "Anyway, enough about her; she gets more than enough attention. What other cool, hidden talents are you hiding under those glasses?"

"I don't know, I don't think anything else really counts as a talent," Vivien downplayed. "I've taken a few archery lessons, I like going and exploring abandoned buildings-"

"Woah, woah, woah, 'abandoned buildings'?" Ethan questioned - bloodshot eyes once again sparking to life. "What the hell? You're so cool. She's so cool," he said, turning to see if Carrie was sharing in his bewilderment too. "How the fuck did you end up dating Miles' lame-ass little brother? No offence, but like-"

"Ethan," Carrie scolded.

"No, come on, not in like a mean way; he sounds great - I'd protect him with my life - but like, all I ever hear from Miles is that he fucking reads nerdy library books," he attempted to justify.

"Well I like reading too, you know," Vivien countered with a teasing smirk. 

"Yeah, but you still seem to have a life," Ethan retorted, with all the social graces of an ox. The hearty laugh Vivien let out in response soon had him back to grinning like an idiot though. "Yo, why's Miles kept us apart for so long? You're awesome - we've got such a good energy going here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, why has Miles kept us apart?" Vivien agreed, looking to Carrie for some sort of explanation.

Begrudgingly rejoining the conversation, she explained with a teasing smirk at the stoner's expense. "Because you're a terrible influence - I speak from experience. He's gonna kill me when he finds out I've introduced you two without his supervision." But then she turned her attention to the younger brunette. "And because the second you see them both together, his cover as the somewhat responsible adult looking after you kids is gonna be blown out the water."

"Oh come on, how bad can he be?" Vivien laughed.

"It's not bad, necessarily - it's just that when they're together, and you're not around, all responsibilities go out the window, and the 22 years of pent-up stupidity are unleashed," Carrie explained with a laugh of her own.

Grinning mischievously, Vivien said, "In that case, I can't wait for his shift to end."

"Yeah, which is gonna be soon if we don't hurry up and get our asses inside," Carrie said, shooting Ethan with another pointed look.

"Huh? D'you hear something, Viv?" Ethan asked his new protege, intentionally blanking the steadily seething blonde.

"Ethan, come onnnn, please," Carrie pleaded, bouncing on the balls of her feet like an impatient child. "You can continue this while we're setting up."

"Weather's pretty nice this morning, huh? Not too humid, not-"

"Fine, I'll just have to kick the door down," Carrie resigned, hiding her smirk behind his back. "I hope no one's left their guitar lying around where it could get damaged if-"

Whirling around with a look of pure horror, Ethan muttered a sombre, almost warning, "Don't even joke about that; you know she's my baby."

"You play the guitar?" Vivien questioned.

"'Play's putting it lightly; I think I can noddle away on that thing better than I can talk," Ethan snorted.

"Like that's hard," Carrie teasingly retorted before continuing. "As much stick as I've given him this morning, he is really good on that guitar," she went on to acknowledge with a genuine smile. "Riven, Miles, and Butchy can talk all they want, but they're not a patch on this guy - I think if he wasn't so mentally stunted he'd be considered some sort of prodigy or something."

"You know, you can just give me a genuine compliment," he said, frowning slightly at her friendly jab. 

"I know… I'll start when you start," she retorted with a smirk he soon reciprocated, before shaking his head and letting out another snort of laughter.

"Ok, we'll stick with this; we've got a nice thing going here, why ruin it?"

Grinning at the pair of old friends, and the way Carrie squeezed him into a hug from the side, Vivien's ever-active brain started formulating a new idea - one that would hopefully get her in the good books of both cartoon-cliches come-to-life. "Well, if you're this good on the guitar I've obviously gotta hear it for myself," she prompted, drawing the brunet's attention back to her.

"Shoot, of course, I'd love to play something with you - you know any-?" Ethan began to gush, shoving Carrie away from his side in favour of chattering away to the brunette again.

"Don't we need to get into the function room first though?" she asked, sparing a quick glance at a suddenly very excited Carrie.

"Oh shit, yeah. You shoulda just said, Viv. I'll go unlock it for us," Ethan chuckled as though the concept was entirely new - sending Carrie's eyes to the heavens again. 

But the blonde's groan of frustration was drowned out by Vivien's optimistic giggle, as she teasingly mumbled under her breath, "See? That wasn't so hard."

"You two are really gonna make me regret introducing you both, huh?" she said with a weary chuckle of her own as Ethan disappeared into the building.

"On the contrary; I think we're gonna have more fun than ever," Vivien laughed back. "I need to see more of this 'wild' side he brings out of you. First I find out you're bi. Now I find out you smoke weed and could go down for criminal damages to your ex's car with that…thing. I feel like I barely even knew you before."

Carrie just chuckled to herself at the teenager's amazement. "I did try to tell you I was more than just Miles' girlfriend."

"What else are you hiding now? Surely there can't be more," Vivien demanded. "Are you gonna introduce me to your secret three-year-old or something?"

"Eww, no," she laughed. "Just be patient, you'll find out when you're ready," she smirked with a confident mystique Vivien could only have dreamed of. "I've gotta keep at least some of the mystery alive."

Before Vivien could press the older girl for any further clues though, a bedraggled head of shoulder-length brown hair appeared in the dark doorway. "Come on, Ice Pop. It's all unlocked."

Vivien looked from Ethan to Carrie and back again, perplexed. "Ice Pop?"

"Yeah, Ice Pop," Ethan simply confirmed, with a dopey grin.

"Nicknames are kind of his thing," Carrie explained, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in to inform the brunette. "It's just how his little pea-brain works. And once he's settled on one for you, you're kind of stuck with it - unfortunately," she added, thinking back to the months of convincing it took to get him to stop calling her 'Coleslaw'.

"Why 'Ice Pop'?" Vivien questioned - as amused, and fascinated, by the guy's thought process as ever.

"'Cause you ice skate," he explained as though it was obvious. "And you're wearing purple - you've actually just got like a purple vibe."

"What does purple have to do with ice pops though?" she asked.

"Well the purple ones are my favourite, and you're my favourite ice skater, so…" he replied, miming the fusion of ideas with his hands for added effect. "Ice Pop."

Poorly holding back her flattered, yet still slightly amused grin, Vivien tried to protest. "You've never even seen me skate."

"Minor details," he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "You're the only one I know by name though - so, you don't have a lot of competition. But that still makes you my favourite."

All the skating talk was lost on Carrie, but there was something about the conversation that caught her attention: "The purple one's are your favourite? They taste like ass."

"Probably why they're my favourite," he snorted as Carrie just wrinkled her nose. Not wanting to delay the imminent jam session any longer, he quickly turned back to Vivien though, managing to catch her attention between her hearty laughs. "What do you say then? You like it?"

"Yeah, I like it," she grinned, warmth spreading throughout her chest as she watched the stoner's eyes glow with appreciation.

"Sweet," he breathed, holding her gaze for a beat before beckoning her towards the wooden archway in the brickwork. "Come on then, Ice Pop. Welcome to The Grapefruit."

Following a nod of approval from Carrie, who promptly trailed behind her, Vivien let Ethan lead her through a bead curtain and into a dimly lit, oak-panelled hallway. The floor almost immediately dropped into a stairwell, lined with black and white photos of musicians, and prints of various fruits in the same assorted shades of orange, yellow, and green from the beads at the entrance.

As they descended, Vivien, as talkative as ever, especially now that she was more at ease around the guy, decided to start probing Ethan for more details. "So if I'm Ice Pop, and Carrie's Carrie-oke - does Miles have a nickname?"

"Nah, you can't improve upon perfection," Ethan sighed, grabbing the railings of the staircase and launching himself down the last four steps. "I do have a 'government name' I call him though when he needs me to talk some sense into him," he continued after landing with a thud in front of a two-way corridor.

"Which is?" Vivien prompted as they turned to the left and reached another door.

"Miles per Gallon, Miles per Hour, Miles from Anywhere - there's a couple variations," he replied as he pulled a bunch of keys from his back pocket and started working on the lock. "Just depends on my mood."

"Oh my god, I can't wait for him to get here," Vivien giggled. She didn't know what she was laughing harder at: Ethan's nicknames for her honorary big brother, or what she imagined his face would look like when he realised she now knew about them. 

"Well, in the meantime, make yourself comfy. 'Cause it sounds like you're gonna be here a while," Ethan chuckled as he pushed the door open and stepped aside to let her enter first. "Behold: your performance space for the evening."

As Vivien stepped into the room, that same surreal feeling she got the first time she set foot in the Wet Side Story world flooded through her - it felt like a dream, like everything would disappear in a puff of smoke if she touched it. But as her sneakers met scuffed, wooden floorboards, she stayed very much in one piece - as did everything else around her. The wood-panelled walls continued into what she now understood was an underground bar - but, despite the lack of sunlight, it was far from dingy. The overhead lights bathed everything in a soft, golden light, which complimented the room's colour scheme perfectly. The same shades of rust orange, mustard yellow, and olive green from the beaded curtain at the entrance clung to the upholstery and decorations - and yet brighter pops of colour, in line with the bar's citrussy namesake, made the whole room come to life. The earthy tones, mismatched furniture and clashing patterns made it feel so quintessentially 60s, but that just made Vivien love it even more - even if it did smell vaguely like stale beer. 

"Hold up, how old is she? D'you think I'm allowed to have let her in here if she's not 21?" Ethan asked Carrie as the pair followed Vivien into the function room. 

"It's not like you're gonna serve her any alcohol, she's just here to perform," Carrie said, brushing off his concern with ease. "And besides, if she wants anything she can just sneak some of mine," she added with a mischievous grin the stoner quickly shared.

"Yeah, what am I even saying? Since when did I start giving a shit about following the rules?" he snorted, pocketing his keys and crashing onto the nearest, faded leather couch.

"Alright then, Viv," Carrie continued, stepping up behind the teenager, who was still gazing around the room in wonder. And yet it wasn't until the blonde put her hands on her shoulders and steered her towards the centre of the room that she even noticed the sprawling stage - complete with mic stands, a dusty piano, several guitar amps and that all-important drum-kit. "You ready to take her for a spin?"

Vivien's first instinct told her 'absolutely not', but there was something about the warmth in Carrie's hopeful smile, and Ethan's earnest encouragements, still fresh in her mind, that gave her pause. Maybe she could do this after all; they certainly seemed to think she could. And she wasn't going to get over this stage fright without trying, so she might as well give it a go with a supportive audience - a rather unconventional, supportive audience; but one that, given her newfound fondness of the pair, and their apparent abundance of love for her in return, one that she wouldn't have traded for anything.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Oh, it's the granddaughter you're interested in, is it 😂

We finally got rid of Qi Heng but I suppose we still have her twerp of a grandson to get through before we can move on to the OTP 🙄

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LMAO, the maids are the ultimate NOTP shippers 🤣🤣

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Second potential mother-in-law 🤣🤣

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LMAO, Madam Wang isn't very smart, is she? 🤣🤣

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Oh, my god, Rulan, leave your bickering with Molan at home! 😵

She's airing so much dirty laundry in public and embarrassing them all.

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Oh, my god 😑

Molan, what are you doiiiiiiiiiing 😭 The countess looks so awkward and Minglan is so embarrassed.

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LMAO, she has the maturity level of tadpole 🤣🤣

Oh, yes, please go tattle to daddy, and also explain why she threw mud on you in the first place!

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LMAO, who is Chunke?

What is he doing going after Molan, then? 🤣🤣

God, Molan is really stepping into a gigantic pile of shit here just because it has the title of a count attached to it, isn't she? 😬 And he isn't even the count (or likely to be the count) himself!

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Also, I don't like Countess Wu much anymore. She knows her son is Like That™ but wants Minglan to mary his skanky ass 🤢🤮 Because, yes, why not ruin a young girl's life! After all, women are disposable when it comes to their precious sons 🙄

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LMAO, blind as well as stupid.

He and Molan honestly deserve each other.

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Gross. Beyond gross.

The next time she comes sniffing around Minglan, I hope Old Madam Sheng kicks her out on her ass!

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LOL, THERE IS MORE THAN ONE?

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LMAO, Nanny Liu hoarding all the brain cells, as usual 😂

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Yes, all that, and also a bunch of women he's already fucking and will continue to fuck throughout the marriage 🙄

And he's also shallow and stupid. Poor Rulan, born to a ridiculous mother. Even though she has all the advantages of birth, she is disadvantaged by this idiocy.

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LMAO, bitch.

When has Minglan ever had it easy?

Really, Lin Qinshuang is murderous and evil, but Wang Ruofu is also evil in her way. She doesn't mind Minglan as long as she is in a corner somewhere, unloved and unnoticed. But god forbid she ever gets nice things! Because she wants it all for herself and her daughters. Thank goodness for Granny Sheng.

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LMAOOO, she was hoping for sex and he's here to discuss Molan's marriage prospects 🤣🤣

[thatmexisaurusrex]

🐱🧢👕 for the sam ask game 😊

Sam Wilson Ask Game

Hey 😆 Aw, always good to see you around, and fabulous asks 🥰

🐱 Cutest thing Figaro has done this week?

Oooh, I answered this one already, but I'll think of another thing for this 😆 🤔 The cutest thing Figaro did was that Fig assumed the cat in the mirror wasn't her so she kept playing games with her reflection.

🧢 Sam’s putting together his fit for the day - what’s his aesthetic?

Hmmm, good question 🤔 I'm going to say Sam is going out to do some interviews today and the vibe is this:

👕 Goofiest t-shirt Sam owns.

It's a shirt Bucky got for him that says "America's Ass" on top and there's just a gigantic photo of Sam's tush in his cap uniform on it 😂

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Since Christmas will be coming soon, I do wonder what the vologarian royals do for Christmas 😂 I don’t think 🇪🇸 has said anything. So until they do I took the time to come up with a few. 😂

Much like the British royal family on Christmas Eve they walk to the church, have a small service, maybe like not even an hour long and then the royal house always signs up the family for some community service or something. Alix and Peter would build houses or open new charities. I know Alix is a big hit with the kids, she’s playful and sometimes is a big kid herself 😂 she loves being with the toddlers and often does charities with her mother like education or early childhood development (sorry Kate)😂 Peter sticks to things like biology and chemistry. He’d be a big climate change activist.

The vologarian people absolutely love Christmas, even more than most and from the way 🇪🇸 mentions them I very much imagine Volograd being all festive with lights upon lights and Trees as far as the eye can see. Downtown is all decked out with holiday stalls and carriage rides with those fluffy gigantic horses.

As for Leonor and Sofia, I can imagine that around this time Alix is feeling lonely, Peter doesn’t come home long for Christmas, he’s busy being Peter and creating plans with others. Her father is still king and tries to make up for it, but he is still a monarch. Her mother stays for a while but then gets called for a “Christmas charity a few towns over”. Alix ends up talking to Leonor and asking if she would mind visiting.

Leonor arrives with Sofia in tow because they can’t go anywhere without each other 😂 they get to see all the festivities and festivals that they hold there. Alix gets to show them around and they even go to the opera. Of course incognito.

And of course in turn Leonor would invite Alix to Spain for Christmas and she would be invited to the annual dinner held at zarzuela. I can just see Alix being a little nervous because it’s all Leonor’s family, extended.

She just slides right in the seat next to Leonor and Sofia on her right. Both girls like sensing that she’s nervy😂

Leonor: Ali just breathe. What are you nervous about love?

Alix as white as a sheet: I have been practicing my Spanish but after witnessing your grandmother talking with your grandfather I fear I am merely intermediate.

Leonor, all wide smiles and heart eyes: you practicing spanish for me?

Sofia who has already been sitting for an hour: oh Ali you are such a little nerd😂 and I mean that in the most respectful and lovable way. Now…does anyone know when the food will arrive?

😂😂

OMG this is literally the most perfect and accurate thing I have seen all day!!! 😍💕🤍😖😭

Alix just being a nervous wreck and Leo and Sofi just staying calm and the food! AAAHH that woman is going to be the DEATH OF ME! 🤣

Them helping out with all of the kids reminds me of when OTMA went to Mogilev and played with the local children 🥹

Thank you for asking and this def a solid headcannon!

[geenalovesthelittlethings]

The missus being pregnant during the summer and she’s all “from now on you can get me pregnant in the summer, that way I won’t be gigantic and overheating during these months” as she sits in front of a fan. “The only way to cool off is the pool but I’m already all pruney”

PLEASE 😂 Thankfully they have no summer babies, so she's never super pregnant in the summer months. BUT let it be known that if she was, she'd LIVE on a big floaty in their pool and be constantly surrounded by 8 billion fans and swear up and down that she's never getting pregnant when they would end up with a summer baby ever again.

[imaginearyparties]

🔥| shamash ships

Fun fact: I was, and still am, very afraid of E.T. the Extraterrestrial. I watched that movie when I was like 6, and I've been scarred ever since. For the longest while, I could not stand walking past driveways at night because of the freaking ball scene, I'm only just now getting over that aksksjsjdjd so please ship me with a Marvel man 😂💕

I feel like I always ship you with Sam Wilson, so I am branching out this time. Also a different format, because I've shipped Ren too many times.

I ship you with... Thor!

"You were afraid of aliens?" Love asks you one night, after you've put cookies in the oven and let her lick the batter from the bowl. (She's not really human so you're not super worried about salmonella).

"I mean, I was afraid of that specific one," you reply. Explaining your irrational fear of E.T. was a way to distract her from the kitchen knife so she wouldn't try to use your kitchen for target practice. It's already starting to feel like a mistake.

Love pouts. "But Uncle Thor and I are aliens. At least, to you because you're from Eeearth."

You huff, shaking your head. Thor knows how Earth is pronounced but he lets Love continue to say it wrong because he finds it hilarious.

"I am not afraid of you or your Uncle Thor. I was little then, so new things were scarier. Remember when you were little and Uncle Thor was big and scary?"

Love nods noncommittally. You hear a throat clear, and see your partner standing in the kitchen doorway. His big arms are crossed over his chest, blonde hair tied into a haphazard side braid that Love had created earlier.

"For the record," Thor says, "I am still big and scary."

You wipe cookie batter off your hands and make your way over to him. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

"Huh, I could've sworn you were just a big marshmallow."

You stand in front of him, and he immediately ducks down to put his face right in front of yours.

"Nope. I am a gigantic and terrifying g-d of thunder."

"Well that's too bad," you smile. "Only big marshmallows get kisses."

Thor presses his lips to yours with record speed. It's only for a moment; you can't help giggling at Love's disgusted "eeewwwwwwwww" behind you.

You look Thor in the eye, an eyebrow raised. "Still big and scary?"

"Perhaps I am part marshmallow," he pulls his lips downward into a mock frown. "But only twenty percent."

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but can't help but smiling as Love bursts into giggles behind you.

[thelindenpapers]

Thank you for the tag, @13thpythagoras !

Last song: It's so hard to put just one! 😖

(Admitting that I'm goofing around with writing lyrics for this. ^^; Because I got this idea for making a "modern" DND character who claimed it as her theme song.

Tall Black woman with gigantic blowout Afro, silver lipstick, white long-sleeved tunic with silver rings and light grey straps across it...some small pouches and potion vials secured to the hardware. Old school black leather motorcycle jacket, ripped white stonewash jeans, tall black leather goth platform boots.

Possibly paladin or bard/fighter?

She does mounted combat...just, on a motorcycle, not a horse, because she belongs to a "biker gang".

It's kinda tongue-in-cheek tho, because, the way they act, it's a biker gang as portrayed by the cast of a movie musical 😆... 🕺🏻💃🏾👩🏽‍🦽🤸👨🏼‍🦽🕺🏿💃

Also, she lives in an anarcho-communist-solarpunk-city, sooooo....

It's like, a biker gang, IF a biker gang were basically a group of street medics/nurses, construction workers, and varied laborers and carers riding around dancing and partying and hooting and hollering while offering all kinds of immediate no-strings-whatsoever free assistance to all their fellow city residents and visitors all day.

o.o Oh, and they're mostly comprised of disabled and mentally-ill folk...so, there's a heavy "cripple punk" flavor to them....i-it's this whole thing that, I just, I love it so much. 😂 Music gives me too many fun ideas to keep up with!

🗣️🎶✨

...

YO WAZZ UP?!?? n0n YO WAZZ UP?!?? >:3

We scream, "Yo wazz up!", Full of Mad Pride, And where we walk we fuckin' crack the sky-- Ooohh -- Working side-by-side Ooohh -- Our city's so damn bright!

We shout, "Yo wazz up!" Vibing day and night, And where we speak, our voices shatter lies, Ooohh! -- So, what makes you sigh? Ooohh! -- We gonna make that right!

...

[Bridge later in the song:] 🗣️"Yeah!!, we will dance and play...join us if you could use some bright to your day... *twirls a random kid*

🗣️🎶Annnd, if you ever neeed~? We are the bullies here to bully bullies!" ... >:} *cracks knuckles at a tourist harassing a little old lady* ✨)

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Favorite color: Red ✨⚡🌹🍒🍓🐾🍷🌶️🦊🍂🌺💋❤️‍🔥🫖🛵🎈🎀🏮🪭👒🔬🪓🧰🎸🧵🍰❤️🫀❤️‍🩹🚩🏴🇵🇷💃🏾💅🏾🩸🌹⚡✨

Last book: The Word for World is Forest -- Ursula K LeGuin

Last movie: Identiteaze

Last tv show: KAOS [ And a re-watch of Star Trek Discovery 🌌🪩💃🏾✨ ]

Sweet/spicy/savory: I'd say "?porque no los tres¿" 😋, but I've had to cut WAAYYY down on the sugar these days, so:

Savory.

(...Punctuated with healthy amounts of spicy: because, not only is spicy delicious, but it's great for keeping the throat and lungs on point! ☝🏾😤👏🏾✨)

Relationship status: (Unfortunately) married. (Fortunately) no kids.

It is NOT a good relationship. In fact, it has been abusive and neglectful for over a decade, to the point of ruining my life and about 99.999999% of my opportunities, when I was already in a precarious position from a fucked up childhood to begin with...

The thing about that is, abusive people and families have a way of making SURE, that, either financially or physically(i.e. medically) or both -- via sabotage, weaponized incompetence, flat out lies, all sorts of things -- you get put into a corner where you can't leave and can't make any moves...so, as much as I'm starving to leave, I'm in no position to.

Last thing I googled: Autumn trees 🍂🍁✨ (for something I'm writing, though they're certainly a pleasure just to look at n_n )

Current obsession(s):

Casual stuff -- DND, music. Games: Fields of Mistria and Pacific Drive (let's plays for winding down, cause I don't personally have anything to ACTUALLY play the games on 😅).

Guava empanadas. Blackberry black tea. Swords.

IRL Goals --

Goal 1: Trying to figure out how to commission art for a children's book *without* cheating the artist out of the kind of funds they SHOULD get (as opposed to the funds I actually HAVE 😅😅😅)...may well be a pipe dream.

Goal 2: Wondering if I could use a family resource I've suddenly been given access to (🤯unintelligible squeaks of disbelief🤯), to create a private space where I can go to finally rest once in a while from my miserable home life and focus on rebuilding my health and my writing...it would probably take a GoFundMe and a ton of planning and some time...but it might mean that I get to do SOMETHING with my life that actually makes sense to me before all is said and done...

Best case scenario? If I can get the right materials and plan together, I could even plant a food forest nearby! 😳😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥✨ And that could provide a way for me to subsist on very little money...and then I could offer excess produce to pretty much anyone in need!

( Goal ∆§∆???--

....And I've been wondering if maybe these two IRL goals could be combined. (⁠・°・)⁠ゞ

Like, maybe I could offer the children's book for free online, but any DONATIONS the book draws would get split 50/50 between the artist and me.

And then, whatever I get for my share, I could save towards building that private space that would make both my fucked up home life more bearable, and my creative work more... *possible*. .-.;;; )

Looking forward to:

✨🍂🎃👻🌕🐺🌌 Halloween 🌌🐺🌕👻🎃🍂✨

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ten people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by: @megkuna thanks <333

last song: the phantom of the opera

favorite color: muted green

last book: uhhhhhh oh man i really need to start reading books

last movie: phantom of the opera which i watched with a friend

last tv show: the original star trek which i also watched with a friend

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet, i love sugar too much

relationship status: single and not looking, i'd rather just have more friends

last thing i googled: "how to know if skincare routine is too harsh" my pimples hurt in a Different way now :(

current obsession: probably still mob psycho 100 but it's not what it used to be. yay depression

looking forward to: when my family finally moves into the new house

tagging: @scarecloud69 @disorganised-thoughtss @daneonrainbow @lawful-goof @officialkarinuzumaki @leo-probably @vychodocech @umkayonninay @mocha-blossom @spageddy29 no pressure though <3

[kmp78]

She better be there to deliver some family heirloom 💍 for her son to FINALLY propose with!!! 🙏

Wouldn't count on that since Mami Leto, as per Principessa, clawed her way out of the muddy Mississippi banks (*yawns) because they were oh so piss poor. Mami wouldn't want to undermine Lordy's family saga with a different truth, would she? If anything, Lordy will have to open his fanny pack and cough up the money for a sparkler💍💎 or CS's PA will have to outperform herself and get a highend jeweler to sponsor a ring. I personally find these gigantic sparklers ridiculous and impractical as hell. VK's ring is obscene, which also explains why she's wearing it only occasionally.

Well I just hope SL doesn't go 💍-shopping alone. 😬

He already rented her a house that had no electricity so god only knows what would happen if he was let loose to buy a ring on his own! 😂

Probably smthg like this. 🤦🏼‍♀️

[daisyvstheworld]

Day 10 - Jan 10 - Prague

I slept super well the first like 5 hours after drinking all that beer but started waking up again throughout the night - forced myself to get up at 8:15ish bc I wanted to get to the Prague Castle before the buildings opened at 9AM. It was a bit off a rush, but I got up, finally decided to wear my paper boy hat, and started walking to Old Town Square. I found a random coffee shop near the university and ordered ma espresso and this housemade pastry with plum jam - that shit was so good. It was like a mini danish. After that, I started walking to the castle and the route was quite confusing not gonna lie. Because it was so early, there weren’t many people heading a certain way that I could follow. But eventually, I found the stairs and began the hike up to the palace. When I got to the top of the million stairs, there was this group of Japanese film crew taking photos or filming the view from the top. It was kinda cool. I tried taking selfies with my camera and failed. I think they laughed at me 🫠

Anyways; went in the castle and honestly it was pretty confusing.. like everything (the audio guide was $15, the extra exhibits were additional) cost hella extra and the exhibits we did have access to included in the $10 ticket were mid. the golden lane was cool but then I found out it’s free after 5pm everyday!! I guess the campus is large but you don’t need a ticket to wander the campus sigh. So I did that and then walked around the surrounding area. Looked at souvenirs and visited the Lennon Wall until Porks opened so I could order the Prague dish of pork knuckle.

Bruh. This pork knuckle was giGANTIC. It came with sauerkraut and mustard. I ate all the sauerkraut and like 1/8 of the knuckle. Pork in general doesn’t sit too well in my stomach and now I was eating crispy fried skin, fat, and red meat. It was good! But way too much. There were two Chinese girls also dining alone next to me and they both devoured their knuckles, I was so impressed. I took like 75% of it to go.

After eating, I had the energy to hike back up to Petrin Hill and tower. It was a nice park with gorgeous views of the city. I ate my gummies while listening to Call Me Daddy lmao

After that, stopped by the Dancing House and went back to the hostel. I was preeeettty freaking tired at this point. I had walked 13.3 miles already 😂

But then a girl Nova from the Hostelworld chat added me on IG and messaged me asking if I wanted to meet up for a drink! And I was like I need social interaction after like a week so I mustered up the energy and she came to my hostel to meet me before we went to this vegan restaurant for drinks. I got this massive drink called Spicy Mama and it was yummy but strooong. She was super nice!! Super easy to talk to and we had a lot in common. Shes from Norway but loves Berlin, which is where she had just come from, and was moving to Australia for a semester to study later this month. Side note - there was this boy or maybe masc female that was wearing the exact same outfit as me, just slightly more masc and I felt weird lol. Anyways, that placed closed after not too long so we walked back up Wenceslas Square to Old Town to look for a place but after wandering around for a while and not finding anything that wasn’t only occupied by large groups of men, we found a place called Crazy Daisy. It was this cute underground mixology bar that had super Gatsby vibes. We were seated on the side with a bunch of men but turns out they were altogether and had more people coming so they asked us to move and paid for our drinks in exchange. We were like ya ofc that’s fine haha so we moved to the other side and ordered these deliciousss drinks. Even this place that is considered more expensive was like maybe $10-12 per drink. I loved it.

On our way out, I smiled at our waiter and he smiled back so I thought it was coo, but this other guy followed us out and was like “um ur not going to pay?” And we explained and he was like mm the other servers didn’t know that. So we followed him back in and turns out he was wrong, shocker. So we did our little walk of shame back out. At the end of the day, still got free drinks 😊

Also side note - homeless people are so interesting in Prague. Beggars will beg by kneeling on the ground with their head down and hands up as if they’re praying for forgiveness. They have a hat or something in front of their hands that people throw money into. They just kneel there for hours. It’s so dehumanizing… but I guess most begging feels that way..