#the girl from the other side collectors edition

[gregorsamsaisliterallyme]

just got the third 'the girl from the other side' deluxe edition!!!!

this is probably the prettiest book i have ever seen 😭😭😭😭

[alottiegoingon]

hc!lottie spoiling her gf <3

lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary: how i imagine you and lottie in a relationship with her spoiling you all the time

all characters are aged up and in college!!

warnings: pretty much just fluff, daddy issues if you squint, established relationship, characters are aged up, nsfw content (mdni), fingering and oral (lottie receiving)

at first, the idea of letting lottie buy you stuff was absurd. yes she was your girlfriend but why would you let her spend her money on you?? didn't she have other things to spend with? (no)

it first started when you two had just started dating. on the very first day, she met you outside the uni so you could walk inside together and she had a small bag on her hands

you look up at her feeling embarassed cause you didn't buy her anything and didn't even know that you were supposed to

"dont worry baby, its just a little something that reminded me of you while i was going home yesterday!!" she has the cutest smile ever and kisses you on the cheek before giving you your gift

she didnt buy it while walking home. she has been looking desperately for it ever since you guys started to hang out as friends and paid a ridiculous amount of money for it

you open it up to find the collector's edition of one of your favorite books, little women. you know how expensive it was, you had been wanting that special edition book for ages ever since you first read it when you were thirteen

lottie was nervous while waiting for you to open with her arms practically glued to her body and rocking her body slowly from one side to another. then she sees the surprise and happiness expression on your face and immediately relaxes. shes smiling from ear to ear and looking at you like a puppy with shiny eyes, come on :((

lets be honest, lottie was not a popular girl like jackie!! everyone knew that her parents had money but that girl was just an awkward lesbian girl failure with daddy issues and didnt know any better than showing her love without buying things until you showed up

it was saturday and you two were just hanging out in the mall one day and she noticed how your eyes were sparkling while staring at a cute dress from a very expensive clothing brand. you were scared to even look at the price tag. you didnt say a word cause you knew that lottie would buy it for you in a blink of an eye but she noticed it

lottie would always pay attention to you and read you like a book, she knew you too well

"thats such a pretty dress, look y/n!" she says excitedly while dragging you by the hand into the store "i need to try it on!"

you sighed in relief knowing that it wasn't for you this time

you watch lottie try the dress in fitting room and you can feel yourself drooling at how stunning she looked (so real of you)

"you look so hot, lott..." you say and the next thing you remember is burying lottie's panties onto her mouth and pinning lottie against the mirror

she was very tall so it wasnt very hard for you to get on your knees and shove yourself right between her legs. you held her thighs by placing your arms under them and were eating her out like a starved woman

lottie's head would have gone through the other side of the glass if it was possible due to how hard she was leaning her head backwards. she had her hands tightened to your hair and the dirtiest and whiniest muffled sounds would come out of her mouth, especially when you inserted two fingers at once inside of her very easily

in less than five minutes you were wiping your mouth with your forearm while lottie was still recovering from her orgasm. her chest was rising as fast as it was falling down and her legs were so sensitive that she needed help to stand up for a few minutes

safe to say that shoving her own panties in her mouth wasn't a very safe option. the message was very clear when you left the fitting room and a bunch of mid aged women that looked like had enough money to buy an entire town were looking at you with death stares

surprisingly (or not), lottie ended up not buying the dress. you two would never come back to that store ever again!!!

the next day you wake up to find a package from that same fancy store on your front door with a note saying "sorry for not being there to see your beautiful smile, i had to buy it online :( hope you like the dress, angel."

and then you remembered that you and lottie had the same body type. oh she was smart.

god, you were already scared for her bank account when your birthday month comes up.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Place in the Sun 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Summary: Trouble in the big city follows you back to your sleepy village home.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You’ve been to the city once in your life. Your parents were never really well off. Your dad works at the lumberyard, still, and your mom sells some crochet gloves and hats here and there, or tailor a few pieces for the neighbours for a buck or two. It isn’t much but they work hard and you can’t want for much. Life is simple but not unhappy. 

Your second trip to the city isn’t much different than your first. You were a kid then and only came with your dad so he could get new work boots. You don’t remember much except for the very tall people and the honking cars. Now, it’s just as chaotic and you feel just as small, but you’re all by yourself. 

There’s a gathering at the mall. You’ve never been to a mall. They don’t have any of those in Hammer Ford. As you steer the beaten-up Bronco into the lot, you shift the stick and check your mirrors. The cars here are all tiny compared to the mammoth truck you borrowed from your dad. He only let you take it after you filled the tank, and with a little coaxing from your mom. 

You don’t see why it’s a big deal. You’re an adult. You make your own money. Enough to help out. You do what you can with your seasonal pay but they don’t need a custodian at the school when there’s no classes. 

Still, you scrounged enough for the collector’s edition. You pre-ordered and everything. It’s so limited they only let people pick it up in-store. 

You park and shut off the engine. You watch a group of teenage girls giggling as they enter the mall. You should’ve brought some friends but you don’t have many of those. Everyone you knew in high school is married or busy growing up. There is that girl you see now and again, she lives with her grandma, but she’s always got her head down. She’ll see you waving one day. 

You open the door and hop down. As you do, the keys jangle out of your grasp and hit the pavement. You huff dramatically and swing the door shut. You go to grab the keyring but it’s swiped up by someone else. You stand and face the man as he holds them out. 

He’s taller than you and older. You think. He has the boldest blue eyes you’ve ever seen and a shadow of stubble across his square jaw. His hair is neatly trimmed and he wears a dark blue suit with a white button-up. He outshines your brown khaki skirt and gingham blouse. 

“Oh, hi, thank you, sir,” you chime, “clumsy me!” 

He nods and narrows his eyes, “keep those close. Someone else might just run off with the truck.” 

“Ha, this beat up old elephant,” you take the keys and slap the side of the Bronco, “I doubt it, but thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” 

You smile brightly but he hardly seems impressed. More confounded. His mouth slants and his eyes roll to the side. 

“Another piece of advice,” he intones as he leans towards you, “don’t smile at strangers.” 

“Oh, uh,” your mouth straightens, “right. Sorry, sir.” 

His brows rise and fall but he doesn’t reply. He brushes by you and you turn to watch him go. Your ma warned you that city folk weren’t very friendly. You spin back and lock the truck up, taking his warning to heart. You never know and your dad would never forgive you if someone did decide to highjack the rusting beast. 

You head towards the mall and follow a rabble of children with their moms into the air-conditioned space. It’s nice compared to the thick humidity outside. You think back to that man and wonder how he could be wearing a jacket in all this. He must be on the way to somewhere important. 

You look around, your heart pumping as the bright marquees and shining shop windows refract through your lenses. Oof, you didn’t expect it to be so big! You search around, walking along with your knitted purse clutched tight. Oh, a map! 

You go over to the touch screen directory and search for the bookstore. Right, a left and then straight, and another left. You recite the directions to yourself over and over as you continue on. You barely dodge out of the way of your fellow mall patrons as the criss cross the wide hallways and mill outside the booths and windows. 

Finally, you spot the familiar logo of the bookstore. You only really see it on a screen but you know it well. You stroll in through the broad open archway at the front and once more, you’re struck by the flurry of activity and expanse of the space. You trail after a pair of girls toward the service desk, delineated by the floating sign above. 

You bounce on your feet as you join the queue. You overhear the girls talking about the same book you’re there for. You curiously lean forward to eavesdrop and the redhead cranes to glare at you. You retract and give an apologetic look. You weren’t snooping, you’re just excited. 

When it’s your turn at the counter, you give your name and wait. A figure approaches the next till and sighs. You glance up at the sign; Returns/Exchanges. It’s the man in the blue suit. He taps a plastic card on the wooden countertop. 

As the associate searches for your order, you stare over at his agitated expression. He doesn’t seem very happy. His blue eyes drift and he meets your gaze. His cheek dimples in recognition. 

You give a small wave and smile and he shakes his head. He turns back to the till as a woman nears the other side. 

“Back,” he flicks the card up between his fingers, “should be the one I paid with.” 

You return your attention to the order counter. You shouldn’t be so nosy. You’re there to get your book and go. Oh, and maybe a soft pretzel at that place you saw on the way in. It’s a good day and you’re going to enjoy it. You peek over once more as the man snarls at the credit card machine. You hope his gets better too. 

[th3b4dk1dzz]

My First Just Dance OC

This is Elle. The coach for Just a Girl by No Doubt .

I picked her name because Elle is french for "she," and this song is all about female empowerment and as a subtle nod to Elle Woods from Legally Blonde, which embraces both independence and femininity.

Elle is a one of a kind, limited edition doll owned by a spoiled rotten doll collector in Winterhaven. When she magically becomes a real girl, she decides to escape the collection rather than spend her new life as someone else's plaything.

After she escapes, she is caught out in a blizzard, far away from shelter, on her own. Just when she thinks she might break or turn back to the safety of the collector's mansion. She realises that not only can she weather this storm but she can come through the other side, stronger and better than before.

After the blizzard, she walks off into the snow. No longer a doll at all, but her own person.

[potluckofmybrain]

Hi tumblr directioners,

So idk if anyone will see this but I want to share my personal experience as a directioner in the wake of losing Liam Payne.

I’ll be honest, I wasn’t a die-hard fan the whole time the band was together, but I was IN IT my freshman and sophomore years of high school.

It was 2011-2013, I was a teenage girl going through some tough stuff at home. And by “some stuff” I meant my dad was dying of brain cancer, and we moved to a new state where I didn’t know anyone. My dad passed away end of summer before my freshman year. I missed the first 2 weeks of school, got unenrolled, had to re-enroll, then got put on the counselor’s list of people to keep an eye on.

Of course I was depressed and antisocial and anxiety ridden starting at a new school. I moved from VA to TX and the culture shock was real I can’t lie. Then I heard some girls in my freshman English class talking about one direction. I had heard of the band but never really gave them any attention.

I remember going home that day and memorizing all the words to the Up All Night album in my living room. I remember making lyric art with the *skinny* crayola markers, and dedicating every tumblr post to 1D so that I could make friends and not feel like such an outsider. I remember having a common interest with other girls that made us feel like a community.

Then twitter got big and the #bring1Dtome challenge happened iykyk. (It was a really big deal okay) we stayed up all night and competed in a series of challenges with other directioners across the country. Long story short #bring1DtoDallas won the contest.

The only way to get into the private album signing before the concert (a prize of the contest and one directions first American performance) was to buy an album from the Barnes and Noble store in the mall. If you were the first 150? (Idk the number) of people in line then you’d be given a free poster and a WRIST BAND to get into the concert at the then named, Dr Pepper Ballpark, along with your collectors edition album.

So, naturally me and my 3 new (and only) friends piled into my 17 yr old older sister’s hand-me-down Yukon XL and slept at the mall the night before. (Duh). We blasted Up All Night songs with other directioners until after midnight and didn’t sleep at all because we were soooo excited.

Then morning came, people started lining up at 3am, news crews were there, mall security was there it was a big thing, this was at the Stonebriar mall in Frisco Tx for any of my older fans who know what I’m talking about.

So the doors aren’t going to open until 7am, mall opens at like 6am (don’t quote me on these times I’m guesstimating). 5:30 rolls around and we take a lap to assess if we can even get a spot in line… for those of you who don’t know— stonebriar is a two floor mall and the Barnes and noble has two entrances one on each floor, it’s one of the first stores near the parking garage entrance.

5:45am-The line is wrapped around the side of the mall at the bottom level. My friends and I start to lose hope of getting these wrist bands.

5:57am- our spot in line is shit my older sister realizes we’re disappointed and she says she “didn’t sleep in the car for no reason. You’re getting those wrist bands, follow me”.

5:59am: My friends and I haul ass to the second floor entrance and my sister says “when they open the door walk in, go down the escalator, sit in line and act like you were there the whole time.” And we did.

We got our wristbands and albums. We were on the news (in the background of someone else’s interview lol) and we started the countdown for the concert.

Let me add some additional context. I was a 14 year old girl who’s dad just died, who lived with a depressed mom, an unmedicated schizophrenic oldest sister who had just had a baby (so my niece, who was born 3 days before my dad died), a bipolar 17yr old older sister who had anger issues, and two younger siblings in elementary school that i’m trying to shelter. The living environment wasn’t great to say the least, cops were called multiple times (by me). No charges were pressed.

My dad was diagnosed with stage 3 brain cancer when I was starting 8th grade, it was aggressive, treatments were expensive, our house in VA was foreclosed, my mom moved us to TX bc she had distant family there and available family grave plots, his cancer progressed and he passed away in August 2011.

We moved to TX in May 2011 at the end of my 8th grade year. Beginning of Summer before freshman year my mom moved my dad into hospice care. We would go to visit every other day and take turns feeding him and telling stories and it was heavy and sad. He passed away 2 days before school started.

One direction was the only thing I had to escape and bring any sense of joy in such a heartbreaking time. They brought me so much comfort, they brought me friends, they brought me a sense of being a normal teenage girl who’s dad didn’t have cancer, who’s sisters weren’t attacking each other, and who’s mom wasn’t threatening to 0ff herself.

So anyways, we got albums signed before the concert. it was very quick not like a meet and greet, they were all sitting in a row at a table, we walked through in a line and spoke to them all I was so excited I forgot to record on my camera, everyone was sweating bc it was 105 degrees outside, best day ever!! they were even cuter in person.

I just want to thank every Directioner who ever made me feel less alone as a struggling 14 year old. And I want to say that if you’re grieving Liam or one direction you’re not alone, I’m there with you. They were my safe space and loving them was…is a personality trait.

Anyways I stored those albums in a closet my junior year, then went through a house fire where everything got smoke damaged. We moved like 6 times that year. It was rough.

idk why I haven’t cleaned the albums but that’s what it is, and it’s a sobering reminder of the fact that I was going through so much but these boys were always there for me. I’ll clean them soon.

I’ll never be a boy-band obsessed teenager again, and I’m thankful to those boys for giving me happy memories during that time of my life.

If you read all that thank you and I love you 💓

[barbielore]

One of the more common criticisms I see of the modern Barbie brand - or at least, I should say, one of the more common criticisms of the modern Barbie brand that I feel remotely qualified to comment on - is the fact that back in the earlier days of Barbie, she had a variety of family and friends with distinct names and styles and now they're all just "Barbie".

This is mostly true, and by design. To my knowledge, the reason so many more - and so many diverse - dolls are marketed simply as "Barbie" is because Mattel wanted Barbie to be equally available to and representative of a wider variety of little girls. (Or, cynically, wanted to be able to market more heavily and earn money from girls outside the blonde, white and able-bodied demographic.) These little girls can now see themselves as Barbie, and not just as the main character's friend.

However, it is not quite as true as some people make it out to be. It is definitely true that in the past Barbie had a wide variety of friends and family to share her brand with - off the top of my head, and by absolutely no means a comprehensive list, Midge, Teresa, Christie, Kira. Ask me sometime how many characters in the Barbie line I can name without Googling it and watch my head explode.

And these days you don't see as many of them. Christie, for example, has only made one appearance in the playline since 2009, and one appearance as a collectors edition. Teresa has been seen once in the playline and once as a collectors edition since 2007.

However there are still other dolls in the line besides Barbie - not as frequently released as they used to be, but still around. For example, Daisy made her debut in 2017 and has appeared annually since. Gone are the days where friends of Barbie would see multiple releases per year - but she's around and about.

(Side note, I really don't like Daisy's shorts in this release. I'm no fashion designer but they just don't look right.)

[destinylordoffreaks]

some opinions on rainbow high

so I was on Reddit earlier and I saw someone post. What are some of your unpopular rainbow high opinions I don’t feel like I can comment because I’m not really sure if my opinions are unpopular or not but I wanted to share them with you and see what you guys think so Without further ado here are some of my opinions about rainbow high

first and foremost. Poppy is the prettiest of the ​series 1 dolls

I’m mostly here for the doll and don’t really care for the tv show but the album is a bop👌

I don’t care for shadow high series 3 I think Rosie and Scarlet are too close in color palette to have been released in the same run

I don’t like pinkie she’s the third pink doll we received in the last year and a half who’s theme is pink with cat ears,

I do actually like Oliver although his colors a little meh he is the first rainbowhigh boy we received who doesn’t have a stupid shaved sides cut so I’ll give them that one. and I do intend to buy one when they hit the stores.

I’m indifferent about lavender and Barry. Although I do think the name Barry is stupid

I think that the costume ball dolls are kind of trash I didn’t care for any of them. They were just kind of meh I mean I guess the fairy one was OK

I think MGA needs to start making doll clothing packs those would sell like hotcakes and they wouldn’t have to be themed after a specific doll. They could just be themed after color like the original dolls were and fans would eat that up I know I would, I mean we’ve already got accessory packs with the shoes and the handbags where is my clothing packs

the boy doll should have the same size feet as the girl dolls I know technically that’s not realistic, but the boy does have like next to no shoes they have the pair that came on them and then if they’re lucky like river, they have a second pair of shoes and a pair of shoes in the mystery boxes but none of the other guys have that I need more shoe options for my boys

I actually really likes the concept of the Pacific coast. All the colors were beautiful and spot on. However, none of them had second outfits. They’re all stuck in their beach clothes. I don’t like that I think that they should’ve made a separate outfit packs to go with the doll so that they would have a second outfit too. I also think the Pacific coast doll shouldget Junior high dolls I think that’ll be cool

I don’t think they’re attempt at diversity Body types is worth it. I think there is not enough of a noticeable difference for it to have been worth their time.

I also don’t like the soft reboot they’re doing they’re literally taking a large chunk of what makes rainbow high unique and makes it worth collecting away from it

I think Luna in the twin pack is way prettier than the original Luna doll but I also really dislike the sunny doll from that pack I think it’s a major downgrade.

I think the special edition dolls aren’t worth $100+ I don’t think they’re worth more than 50 but personally I tend to think that in general about the collector edition dolls from all companies I think once they get past about $75 for a single doll it’s not worth it, I know it didn’t cost you that much more to make that doll than it did to make the regular ones I get that when it comes to like say the Disney collector dolls and they’ve hired specific artist work on, the doll you’re basically paying for the artist time, it took the artist to come up with that doll, , but for the average doll that’s pretty much just labeled special edition, because they decided to do that it’s not worth that price but companies are still going to make it that price because as long as someone is out here buying it for that price, they know they can get that price so they’re not gonna lower them. The prices are just gonna get higher. I don’t like that.

On a similar note, the wardrobe is overpriced. It does not have enough outfit pieces in it for it to be worth $55+. I understand when it was a big fat where it came with a doll and her two different ways and stuff being more expensive for just the plastic wardrobe in the outfits. That’s too much. but to be fair I grew up relatively poor, so I’m not the kind of person who has an easy time throwing money at some thing

And Of course, as I’m sure you all have pretty well established. I think there should be an entire line of boy dolls I mean it give us more variety give us more characters I really like the rainbow high dolls and I want to see more guys specially with long brushable hair.

And if you see this post, please comment and list your own opinions,I won’t judge, and I always love to hear other peoples perspectives

[illleavemymessageinmysong]

“Demons Dance’? Lord knows what that’s about!…”

I get a feeling that Paul keeps tracks with some of his most personal lyrics away from centre stage: released as bonus tracks on separate editions of albums, as additional tracks on various formats. This goes back to ‘Same Love’, a track written in 1987 but only released as a b-side of the 1997 single ‘Beautiful Night’. A track so glorious that, by any rational standards, it should have been front and centre of an album release.

The usual proviso applies that the lyrics might just be words to go with a tune but, really? The song deals with thoughts of rekindling a past love, with all the complications and uncertainties that would go with that. “Though it may not be as good as new, well, still, it must be better than the pain that I went through”. Listen to how he sings the word “pain”. If he’s not being real there, he’s a much better actor than he’s given credit for.

But what about a few of his by the way tracks from more recent times? Let’s look at ‘Demons Dance’ and ‘Struggle’.

‘Demons Dance’ was recorded during the sessions for ‘New’ but was only released in October 2014 as part of the Collector’s Edition of New. The Paul McCartney Project blog tells us that during his Twitter Q&A on October 30 2014, Paul was asked what was the meaning of ‘Demons Dance’ and what inspired it. He swiftly batted that away with “Demons Dance’? Lord knows what that’s about!” Well, quite. None of the regular tactic of saying that the lyrics have no particular meaning.

The song’s narrator has a desire for a connection with someone, and the feelings that go with this are so strong he likens them to his personal demons. This goes deep. Only by connecting with this person, can he get peace of mind.

“I can't wait much longer 'til you tell me baby, there’s some chance we'll get together maybe, sooner or later I'll be in with half a chance”

This has been a long term feeling and he’s desperate for some message of reciprocation. Only that can ‘exorcise’ his demons. The guy’s got it bad. “Girl I want you to do it, I’ve been waiting so long”. Yep, this goes way back.

Do you write lyrics as intense as this if you don’t really feel them? I’m going with nope.

What about ‘Struggle’, first released on the Japanese version of ‘New’? This one doesn’t hang about getting to the point: “ Want to get you in my heart again, want to love you once more”, it begins. It sounds like the same narrator we heard in ‘Demons Dance’. Again, and even more explicitly, this is addressed to someone the narrator used to be with.

“If you wanna love, if you wanna fight, it doesn’t really matter, I want you tonight”. So maybe this past relationship had its’ ups and downs, was a bit volatile. “I can think of something when I get you home tonight”, he adds. See previous post for the possible importance of “home tonight”, a phrase that turns up in five Macca songs.

“It’s the same old story, it’s happening again”, he declares. This longing is something that has been a feature through the years for the narrator. It has peak periods of intensity.

“Anytime you want me, I’m not hard to find”. This person is out of his current orbit but could contact him easily enough.

“We can work it out together, we'll get through this somehow”. Yeah, we can work it out…..

It ends with “It's the same old story, it's happening again. Life’s eternal struggle”. It may ebb and flow but this feeling isn’t going away.

Jumping ahead to tracks from the Egypt Station sessions, we’ve previously had a look at ‘Get Enough’. One of his most emotionally raw lyrics. Snuck out on streaming platforms as the clock struck 12 at New Year 2019.

Then there’s ‘Sixty Second Street’, released on subsequent editions of ‘Egypt Station’. Set to a pretty tune, this is a lighter take than the other tracks we’ve looked at but, again, describes a desire to connect with someone. Our narrator wants to meet up with this person, just a minute of their time is all he needs. Mind you, he then suggests they “grab a bite”, so maybe a bit longer. A lighter take, yes, but meeting up with this person would make his life complete, so it’s a big deal.

A recurring theme going on here, I reckon.

[pahichannel]

I Unbox Things and Ramble About Them #1: Otomedius Excellent

What a bizarre move it was for Konami to release this title exclusively for the Xbox 360, a game infamous for its extreme lack of Japanese support and anime titles. What's even stranger is us getting it in the west. Otomedius is a pun on "Otome", meaning maiden in Japanese and Gradius, a popular space shooting game... which pretty much sums up the entirety of this game; cute girls go pew pew.

I picked up the collector's edition when it was being purged from Gamestop for next to nothing who knows how many years ago. It comes with an artbook, soundtrack and pillow sheet. Although the binding makes it near impossible to open the artbook any reasonable amount, the illustrations are quite striking. The pillow sheet is perhaps the most amusing addition, with one side featuring the game's main protagonist Aoba and the other featuring a collection of the cast.

I do vividly remember playing as the girl shown on the top-left of the pillow sheet. Ahoge + eyepatch + big bow = best girl on principle. For as cute as the game is though, that's the strongest thing going for it as I remember it being nothing but an extremely mediocre title, much preferring the likes of Deathsmiles and Trouble Witches Neo at the time.

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 14

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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“Introducing the new and improved Connor!” said Stacy, spinning the chair that sat in front of the vanity to allow Connor to face his own reflection. After a few seconds passed with no response from her willing subject, she caught sight of him squinting his eyes closed as if too afraid to see what his new appearance looked like, “Silly head! You’ve gotta open your eyes to see all the pretty work we did!” She positioned her hands on either side of Connor’s hips and began to mercilessly tickle him.

With his eyes sealed shut, Connor tried to bat away Stacy’s hands as his body began to wiggle in place. “Stacyyyehehe! Stop it!” he whined, unable to prevent himself from cackling like a madman as the tickling grew more intense. Finally, with no other choice, he opened his eyes and looked down at his own waist to push Stacy’s hands away, simultaneously catching a first glimpse of his new look.

Due to the amount of focus that was needed to get Stacy to quit her all-out tickle assault, Connor was forced to double-take at his reflection. Gazing upon his well-made-up face, perfectly quaffed hair, and princess-like ensemble, his eyes grew wide with disbelief. The girls had done such a number on him that he could barely see his typical, male face from underneath the heavy layers of foundation, lipstick, eye shadow, and dozens of other products. “Th-that's not me,” he stuttered, refusing to accept the reality that was slapping him across the face.

“You bet your padded patootie it is!” said Ellie, coming in hot for a big hug as she wrapped her arms around Connor’s satin-covered stomach, “I bet it’s everything you were hoping for, isn’t it?” She began bouncing on his tiptoes in anticipation of Connor’s answer.

Struggling to collect his thoughts, Connor’s hands slowly explored his new attire. I-It’s certainly something…” he said, tracing his digits along his chest and clutching the silky material tightly between his fingers. However, as he raised his hand to touch his face, his meek appendage was promptly swatted away.

“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t you dare smudge my masterpiece. Look, don’t touch,” scoffed Stacy, placing her hand on top of Connor’s and slowly bringing it back down to a neutral resting point.

Taking Connor’s other hand in hers, Riri meekly inched her way into Connor’s reflection. Unlike Ellie and Stacy, she was still being very considerate and deliberate with how she behaved. And despite not sharing a single word with Connor, the genuine happiness she had for Connor’s transformation did not go unnoticed.

Connor responded in kind by curling his fingers around Riri’s hand. He wasn’t sure why but this filled him with a strange sort of confidence that he didn’t know he possessed. That didn’t mean his anxiety had fully dissipated but he was starting to feel a bit more at ease with his new appearance. “Thanks, you guys. I…I never thought I could��look like this,” he said, his eyes still glued to his reflection, “So…um…what’s next?”

“Hehehe, I thought you’d never ask!” said Stacy, rushing to the other side of the room to browse through the kneehigh bookcase that was filled with children’s books and kid-friendly DVDs, “I thought after so much heart-pounding fun that we could slow things down a bit with a good movie-slash-cuddling session. So, Connor, which one do you wanna watch first?” She held up a pair of DVD cases in each hand, one containing The Princess Diaries and the other being the collector’s edition of Cinderella.

Glancing back and forth between the two presented options, Connor snickered at Stacy’s obvious reasoning for choosing these movies; that being the princess transformation sequences at the heart of each film. He imagined himself in Cinderella’s glass slippers for a brief moment, delighted by the vision of himself magically turning into a princess with a big ball gown. A giddy smile slowly grew on his face as he was quickly engulfed by a dream from which he never wanted to wake up from, “Surprise me.”

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“Changing supplies, check! Alcohol and mixers, check! Speaker test…” said Latasha, running through her checklist for the fourth and hopefully final time. Grabbing the remote to her Bluetooth music player, she clicked the play button and cheerily listened to a few seconds of music before pausing it again, “...check! I think we’re all good to go!” She clapped her hands together and turned to look at Jesi, Aanya, and Elma, all of whom were lounging on Latasha’s bed and looking utterly exhausted.

Stretching out her stiffening limbs, Aanya shook her head at Latasha solemnly. “Ya know, when you said you needed help setting up for a room party, I didn’t think you meant we’d be literally redesigning the whole goddamn layout,” she said, as she looked around at the shifted furniture and countless decorations. Still, as tired as she and her wife now were, she had to admit that their efforts did produce a good-looking party, “That being said, your room is gonna be this hallway’s hotspot. I can guarantee that.”

“You bet your booty it will be! I wonder how the other parties are faring,” said Latasha, sprinting to her door and peaking out down the long, plastic-covered corridor at the other rooms who’s doors were being propped up as their guests were getting ready for the hallway-wide room party, “Daaaaaamn! I feel so bad for anyone who booked a room on this floor and didn’t know what they were in for. This place is gonna be lit as fuck!”

Stepping back into the room, Latasha was forced to step aside as Elma came through with Jessy latching onto her torso as she carried him. “Well, if everything is set to your liking, I think it's time we head back to our room and freshen up before the party,” she said, stopping in the doorway and gesturing with her head toward the small playpen that had been set up in the corner of the room. In the center of said playpen was Skye, whose pouty expression had returned in full force, “Not that I’m sure you need any reminding but you may want to check in with your Little, Latasha.” With those final words, she set off down the hallway, giving Latasha zero time to respond.

Snatching a Lisp Lolly from the wide arrangement of goodies that had been set out, Latasha stepped over the walls of the playpen and knelt down next to her baby girl, who promptly shifted away from her out of spite. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t be like that. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy tonight,” she said, cupping Skye’s cheek and drawing her eyes back toward her. She raised the cherry-red sucker for Skye to see and handed it off to her, petting her playfully on the head once the lolly had been accepted.

“C-can I has some cuddwes instead?” said Skye, anxiously twirling the Lisp Lolly in her hands as her eyes darted back and forth, unable to hold eye contact with her Mommy for more than a moment at a time. In truth, she would’ve loved nothing more than for Latasha to call the whole party off and spend the rest of the night snuggling. Sadly, she also knew how much this Con and, moreover, how much this party meant to Latasha. If she could just get a little bit of cuddle time in, she hoped it would be enough to power her through the whole evening for her Mommy’s sake.

Opening her arms wide, Latasha didn’t hesitate to hug her baby girl upon request. “Of course, sweetie. You can have all the cuddles you want,” she said, pulling Skye’s head gently into her chest as she swayed back and forth, “I’m sorry that Mommy’s been a bit scatterbrained today. Truth be told, being back at a diaper con has me feeling like a little kid again. I promise that after tonight, we’ll spend all afternoon tomorrow just the two of us. How’s that sound?”

“Dat souns fun!” said Skye, her energy output skyrocketing back to 100 percent over her Mommy’s grand promise. Now having a reward to work toward, she had twice as much of a reason to be on her best behavior for Latasha tonight. She leaned in for one more big hug, hoping that would satisfy her for the evening.

“Heyyo! Is there a party happening here?”

Pulling away from Skye at the sound of her first guests, Latasha scurried to the doorway, where a pair of cutely dressed girls were waiting to be invited in. “Yes, hi! My name is Latasha! Welcome to the Padded Palace,” she said, ushering the two girls inside, “Oh, I almost forgot.” Spotting the miniature Padded Palace sign that the girls from the nursery had made for her, she quickly attached some double-sided tape to it and hung it up on the wall next to their doorway.

Sulking back into her depressive state, Skye watched as Latasha began welcoming random strangers into her room. She looked over at Gary, who was preoccupied with a stack of letter blocks, and scooted toward him, clinging to any amount of familiarity she could get. This was definitely going to be a long night.

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[gregorsamsaisliterallyme]

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[serafiel-jacobs]

No Girls Toy (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

When Pinocchio woke up that morning, he found it odd that Gemini wasn’t in the room with him, he got out of his room, and in the living room, his father was waiting for him, Gemini’s cage was on the table.

“Good morning son, just time time to see the surprise” His father was smiling.

With that said the cage was opened and Gemini came out from inside.

“Hey buddy”

Pinocchio had stars in his eyes, he kneeled to get a closer look, Gemini was finally out of his cage, he extended his hand and Gemini jumped into it.

“Gemini we can finally do so many things together!” Pinocchio was so excited. When they did stuff together he was the one who had to do things on Gemini’s behalf, and that didn’t bother him at all, it’s more so the fun part that Gemini is finally able to do them.

“He is still going to have to be inside his cage while outside, so it can protect him” Gemini is made out of the best materials so he is very resilient himself, but the best is for him to be inside his cage for protection, and little crickets aren’t exactly safe walking outside by themselves.

Pinocchio and Gemini were so excited about all the fun stuff they could do together, but they decided that first, the best idea was to make Gemini’s life at home more comfortable.

—-

Pinocchio knows Krat extremely well, so he remembers passing by many times the place they are currently in, it’s a doll store that sells different types of small houses and other accessories and of course the dolls themselves. All in different sizes.

Gemini was in his hands looking at everything, Both could overhear the store staff talking.

“Isn’t that Pinocchio, Geppetto’s son?”

“Yeah, go there and show him the most expensive house”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? Geppetto is loaded, he probably gives him a huge allowance”

“Pinocchio tell them that you don’t need any help” Gemini spoke up, geez, if they were going to say stuff like that they should at least lower their voices more.

Pinocchio followed Gemini’s advice and they were left alone, “Gemini what does that mean?”

“Don’t think too much about it, just that your father has a lot of money and they want to take advantage of that” Not the first time something like this has happened, Gemini always helps Pinocchio not to get stuck buying things that are way too expensive or falling for scams.

Well, most of the time, the boy certainly didn't listen to him when he was dealing with the fox and cat stalkers, but Gemini has come to just accept that Pinocchio sees them as friends, more than that he sees them as family, and that at least they care about him.

“Mmm, there are so many options” Gemini wasn’t sure what to pick, there were so many, all in different sizes.

He doesn’t need a big one, it’s not like he is actually going to use the things inside of them, it’s more so for comfort and to have a space for himself, so he doesn’t need that 5-floor deluxe edition with a balcony one that they were about to offer them. He already has that small bed that Lady Antonia gifted him and it looks like it can fit in any of these houses.

They decided that would be a good idea to buy a simple 4-room one that was empty and let Gemini choose what sort of things he would like to have inside the home.

While Pinocchio was paying for everything another person came inside the store, who as soon as they saw Gemini rushed to their side.

“I’ve never seen this toy before, where did you buy it?” A man said, “And why did you take him out of his box?“

“Not this guy again,” Said one of the store clerks under his breath, He took a deep breath, he is a collector too so he understands but this guy tends to take it too far. Still, that’s their best customer so…

“I’m not…” Gemini then realizes that he is at a toy store, buying a toy house, and even buying toy clothes, this guy isn’t going to take him seriously if he says that.

“Gemini is my friend” Pinocchio felt uncomfortable, this guy was staring way too intensely at Gemini.

“Okay yeah he is your friend but where did you get it, I know every single toy line that has ever been released to the public in Krat and I KNOW that this toy, isn’t one of them” The man had a know-it-all voice.

“My father made him for me” Pinocchio doesn’t want to try and explain everything and maybe mentioning that Gemini is unique would leave him alone.

But it had the exact opposite effect.

“Who built him for you?” Then the man stopped staring at Gemini and stared at Pinocchio, “Wait, you are that son Geppetto built for himself right? So he can also build toys? Why does he waste his time and talent building puppets when he could be making beautiful toys like this one” He was pointing at Gemini now.

“Here is your change come back soon have a nice day” The store clerk wanted to avoid dragging this conversation.

Gemini went back inside his cage but before he and Pinocchio could leave, the man stepped in front of Pinocchio.

“Man don’t start” The store clerk was done, and the other one had gone to the back, not wanting to deal with the situation.

“Can you take him out of his cage so I can have a closer look? I want to know how he can change colors like that?”

“It’s because he is angry” Now Pinocchio was angry too.

“It changes colors with its emotions?! That’s unheard of, I need to see him again”

Pinocchio took a few steps back, this guy was capable of trying to steal Gemini.

“Look man, I’m done with your shit, you are banned from the store”

The man refused to leave and refused to stop questioning Pinocchio, so the store clerk grabbed a broom and chased them out as if they were a cat.

Pinocchio and Gemini couldn’t help but laugh, it was amusing.

“We also make custom clothes, in case you and your friend need something special”

Pinocchio was smiling, despite the strange experience, maybe this was a place he could come to later if Gemini needed more things.

As both left the other clerk came out from the back.

“Well we lost our best customer but we got Geppetto’s puppet son, that’s probably going to be even better business!”

“Am I the only person that works in this store that actually likes toys?!”

—-

Back home, Pinocchio was helping Gemini set up his new house. He even made him a tiny painting so that he could hang it in his new home.

“Buddy, what’s wrong?” Gemini could tell something was wrong.

“Um well…” It was something Pinocchio noticed that had been happening more and more.

“That son Geppetto built for himself”

At least that one store clerk was nice, he even knew his name, but the experience with that other man made Pinocchio remember other words like that.

“Geppetto’s puppet”

“Geppetto’s pretend son”

“Carlo’s replacement”

If he can take a guess the comments have increased because more people recognize who he is. Not to say that every time he goes outside he hears those things but it always makes him upset.

“It’s okay to feel upset, if you pretend it doesn’t bother you then it’s going to hurt you in the long run” Gemini chirped.

Pinocchio wiped a few tears from his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring the mood down”

“It’s okay buddy, don’t apologize for how you feel”

Pinocchio feels really lucky to have Gemini as his friend.

—-

Gemini really enjoys his new house and everything about being able to walk around, what surprises him is how high he can jump, just as high as a normal cricket, if not a little more. Geppetto truly is a genius inventor.

Pinocchio wanted to do something nice for his father, and so did Gemini but it seems like they were disagreeing on how to show their gratitude.

“Pinocchio you are still banned from using the kitchen” Gemini knows that he has good intentions but rules are rules.

“Come on Gemini, now that you can walk, you can help me more!” Pinocchio was excited, too excited it looked like he wasn’t going to back down.

Gemini took a deep breath, he told Pinocchio that maybe he should make his father a painting or buy him something but that brat couldn’t stop insisting, he said that he wanted to make something for his father so that when he came home he would have something to eat so there was no other choice.

Pinocchio decided to bake his father a cake, everything was going surprisingly well, Gemini was standing up on top of the recipe book, and Pinocchio was following the instructions, he used the correct amount for everything and the texture was just as described, the only thing left was to put it inside the oven.

—-

“WHAT DID I SAY? WHAT RULE DID I GIVE YOU? YOU ARE GROUNDED!”

Geppetto was shouting, all the firefighters could hear him loud and clear, thankfully Pinocchio was taught the emergency services number, even better is that the kitchen was only partially burned, only the oven and stove were truly damaged but they would have to be completely replaced.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Pinocchio was crying, Gemini was standing on his shoulder, he wanted to say, “I told you so” but his father was scolding him like never before.

”You aren’t allowed to go outside for 3 weeks!”

“3 weeks?!” Pinocchio had never been grounded for so long.

“It’s going to last more if you try to question me” Geppetto wasn’t playing around. “No hanging out with Eugéne or Venigni and no lessons with your Mother”

“But-“

“I already called her and told her what happened, and she agreed with this” Unfortunately as much good intentions Pinocchio had, he screw up badly, bad enough that his mother that spoils him all the time agreed with this punishment.

“You can’t see your pony either”

Pinocchio started crying louder. “I’m sorry Father please, I’m sorry!”

Geppetto knows that his son didn’t mean any harm, but this could have ended so much worse.

Pinocchio stomped his feet on the ground, this was so frustrating! He only wanted to do something nice and he is a fast learner, why doesn’t that work when he starts baking?!

“Buddy don’t throw a tantrum in front of the firefighters,” Gemini said.

But that had the opposite effect and Pinocchio began to throw an even bigger tantrum, saying how it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t understand how to bake, how he could do all these other things but he still didn’t know what to bake. He stomped his feet multiple times, to the amusement of everyone watching. Pinocchio doesn’t tend to act this much like a brat, so Gemini is assuming that he is still upset about the things he heard about him before, maybe it’s best he talks with his father about this.

Eventually, Pinocchio calmed down and his father hugged him. Gemini took that opportunity to jump to Geppetto’s shoulder and while Pinocchio went to his room after all was done, he explained the situation to his father.

“I see, I’m going to talk with him about this, thank you Gemini”

Gemini only wants what’s best for Pinocchio. He jumps to the floor and makes his way to Pinocchio’s room, he slides down from the small space of the door and enters, he sees that Pinocchio is writing in his diary, best not to interrupt him; Gemini makes his way to his house, that’s just in Pinocchio’s nightstand so they can sleep close to each other.

He opened the door and turned on the lights, he was quite impressed with the fact that it came with working lights for each room. He made his way to his new bedroom. Soon after, Pinocchio stopped writing and changed clothes, ready to go to bed as well.

“I’m sorry” Pinocchio mumbled under his breath.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you if you need anything”

Pinocchio turned off the lights in his room, and Gemini turned off the lights of his home.

“Goodnight”

“Goodnight Buddy”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Off the Page 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: skinny!Steve

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Maria brings you your travel cup as you acknowledge her with a quiet thanks under your breath. You try not to turn your attention from the person on the other side of the table. You keep your rehearsed smile in place, nodding as you open the cover of their book and write their name inside before leaving a message and your signature below. They ramble on but you don't mind so much, their passion is entirely flattering.

You still can't believe this is your life. You're a writer. Not that freelancer knocking out commissions for pennies, by an author. It's your second novel and by your publisher's declaration, a hit. You suppose you wouldn't be on a book tour if it wasn't.

You pause to have a sip of coffee. You've been here all morning. That there were people lined up before opening assured you of the long day but it just doesn't seem to stop. At the end, you're set to do a reading and giveaway a collector's edition of the book. Your longing for your hotel room only grows deeper as your hand cramps and your eyes sting.

The next reader steps up, his book well-worn and clutched in his slender hands. He's thin and short, with a swoop of blonde hair over his forehead.

"H-hi," he sputters as he goes to set his book on the table but it hits the edge and falls to the floor, "oh, s-sorry, I'm sorry."

He's almost frantic as he bends to retrieve it and places it in front of you. You smile at him as one of the store's branded bags dangles from his elbow. He has to buy a book to get a signature. You pull his well-read copy towards you, the cover wrinkled and the spine cracked.

"You know, I could sign both..." you offer, "since you spent the extra money."

"Oh, oh, n-no, that's... that's okay. Um, thanks. Just that one." He smooths his hair with a shaky hand, "sorry, I've been awake since two in the morning. Too much caffeine."

"Tell me about it," you kid as you hold his book open, "I can tell you really liked the book."

"Ye-yeah, yeah, so much," he seems ready to burst as his blue eyes light up, "you know, I really love Emeris. He... I don't want to be lame but... he's like me. You know?"

"Oh, yeah," you agree kindly, "he's one of my favourites."

"Most writers -- I read a lot -- they always have the typical hero. Big and brawny, but you mad Emeris strong in other ways."

"I tried," you reply. "Anything in particular you want me to put here?"

"I... I can't think of anything," his eyes go wide, "I've been looking forward to this forever and I didn't think."

"That's okay," you assure him and uncap your pen, 'Keep on the path, my brave Emeris,' you weave onto the page. You sign your name and slide the novel across to him.

He takes it and opens it, reading as his nervousness breaks into a smile. He peeks up at you, closing the book to bring against his chest.

"Thank you!" He beams.

"No problem, you sticking around for the Q&A?"

"Oh yeah, my friend wants to go get a snack but we'll be back," he proclaims. "Thanks so so much."

"Yeah, no worries," you subtly look to the line.

"Oh, uh, I won't keep you any longer," he waves his hand apologetically, "can't wait for your reading."

"See ya," you return and turn to the next person, a girl in deep red plaid, a brand new copy plopped down before you.

You just have another hour until you get to sit in front of all these stranges and try not to get tongue-tied. It should be easy by now but those butterflies in your stomach still flutter. More coffee, next book.

📖

The Q&A goes about as well as any other. It was good fun but entirely exhausting. You're ready to just go as the winter sky darkens fast outside the bookstore windows. Maria stops you to talk about your train ride tomorrow and the next venue. You beg her to let you go back to the hotel.

"I told you it was going to be a lot," she chuckles.

"You did. And just like you said, I'm tired, so please, I have a tub with jets waiting for me."

"Just make sure you don't stay up all night writing your next bestseller," she winks.

"You're telling me to get sleep?"

"I'm a great sleeper, I just happen to sleep best while commuting," she shrugs, "fine, go. I'm just going to talk to the owner quick."

"Alright," you utter through a yawn and cover your mouth, "I'll see you tomorrow."

You leave the bookstore and the chill air blows into your open coat. You shiver and clutch the strap of your bag. The bright sign of a Korean shop catches your eye. You're so tired of the bland hotel room service, you can spare ten minutes and a couple bucks.

You cross the street and enter the shop. The lights are low and the din is soft. You approach the counter, perusing the menu laminated on top and order some hoison noodles.

You hear muffled chatter from the corner and sway, trying to ignore it. After paying, you move over to wait for your take-out. As you do, you sense someone watching you. You peer over and see an eerily familiar set of blue eyes. It takes you a moment to recall the skinny man from the signing.

He's with another sat across from him. A bigger man with dark hair and wide shoulders. He shakes his head and catches the blond's hand before he can wave at you. He hisses something at him and you quickly look away.

You're still getting used to that. It doesn't happen too often but it's still awkward. You face the counter and take out your phone, a way to make yourself look busy.

You try not to hear but it's so quiet in the place, "Steve, quit, she doesn't wanna talk to you."

"I know. I just wanted to say hi," the hiss blows back.

Your order number is called and you grab it with a thanks, eager to flee before the situation can devolve. As you go to the door, you hear a groan under the jingle of the bell above you.

"Great, Buck, you always got be a buzz kill..."

You don't look back as you walk away from the shop, searching out a taxi as the smell of the noodles torture your empty stomach. You might just fall asleep before you can enjoy your prize.

[rroechan]

Messrs. Shipwright & Seuss

Magic detective OCs

me rambling below (theres a lot)

originally, they were hp fan characters, with houses, wands, patronuses and everything but for varying reasons, they evolved past that and I basically made up a whole world, similar but not entirely. a Lot of changes were just me fixing and then adding waaay too much detail into the magic system (because I go rabid for world building)

eg. i threw that whole witch = girl, wizard = boy thing FAR out the window. Those are basically titles now that classifies what sort of magic user are you. Regular peeps are Mages, 'Wizard' is basically like a phd, Witches are homeschooled, Warlocks are the equivalent to 'fucked around, found out'. I could go more in depth if ppl r interested,,,

Dr.Shipwright

one on the right

pseud Jeers Shipwright, real name Noah Silkryce

Holds the title of wizard, is an actual genuine doctor whom specialises in the treatment and study of magic cores (a magic user's source of magic located very literally inside their bodies)

he lives in the two story apartment above the storefront thats basically their detective office

his apartment is meant for like a family of 4 but he has So Many Books. Even copies of the same book because theyre "collector's edition" or something other. My god, one quarter of his collection is untouched and still in their packaging because he hasnt finished the ones hes already opened yet.

He'll read about anything you throw at him but he enjoys fiction the most

Eccentric (read, i projected all of my neurodivergence onto him)

aside from loving books to no end, he also enjoys wearing funky patterns. different coloured & patterned socks, arcade floor pants, etc etc. Even at a funeral, if you looked close enough, his necktie has black cat patterns on it.

(He started doing it cause one of his favourite book characters did it. Perseus is ever grateful Noah didnt pick up the character's accent as well)

he looks charming but has nearly zero social skills. Best part is that its not that he doesnt try, he just doesnt bother with it. he leaves all the talking part to Perseus

Mr. Seuss

one on the left

pseud Seuss Dreammaker, real name Perseus O. Coy

Originally part of the Magic Police but left to join Noah in becoming a detective duo. He still retains some favorability from the magic police, specifically the current police chief whom he used to apprentice under.

She, the police chief, is one of the ways the two get their cases

While Noah uses a wand for most magic, Perseus uses a foil sword disguised as a cane

the magic police use magic swords.

Perseus also just. Knows fencing cause hes from a pureblood richie magic family

yea theres blood politics in this too but in the timeline, its cooled waaay the fuck down by the time Noah and Perseus got out of secondary school

coming from a pureblood family, his tastes lean a bit more to the expensive side, especially for food.

him and his parents travelled a lot thus Perseus having a very broad flavour pallette. At some point he'd began his own secret little food journal rating and writting down dishes and recipes he's picked up. (he learnt how to cook purely because the school food was far too bland. Just imagine younger him as that one person on tiktok who cooked a wellington in their dorm)

He acts plenty reserved but he can be very excitable when it comes to new things, not just food. Though, he doesn't show it well unless prompted to.

"Decorum, remember decorum" old lessons die hard. His form of being excited or interested is just very subdued, Noah is always first to notice and will push Perseus into trying something.

I wanted to say that Noah is "La la la la" and Perseus is "Ok ok ok ok" but I failed to clarify that they're both cousins, related by their great-grandparents. This isn't something I threw in, this is relevant to the plot and how they meet each other

one last fun fact abt these two: they're technically legacy characters based off my other hp ocs who are like, great-grand uncle and aunts to these two.

its a nightmare, its insanity, but its very funny to me

[stormsoftears]

Loud People

I was in the bookstore today and school has closed midday today for a nearby school. So when I entered I was surrounded by twenty odd girls. I had to hide in the best sellers area since they were taking up the romance and fantasy. I picked up the collectors edition of six of crows signed but the girls still freaked me out the whole time. Also pls do not enter any place of books and chat so loud that we can hear you from the other side.

[softersinned-arc]

some notes on vampire astoria (condensed from several older posts & edited for consistency and clarity)—

ON EDUCATION & CAREER

she spends a lot of time as a student. a lot of time. she was brought up with a humanist education, raised by humanists, raised to be a humanist. she is at her happiest listening to lectures and taking notes, or debating in a classroom. she studies informally pretty much from day one, but she becomes a university student as soon as she’s legally allowed: 1869 in cambridge, though she doesn’t get a formal degree; 1920 in oxford; back to cambridge when women are granted degrees; over and over again, traveling wherever she can.

she ends up with several degrees, as a result. the bachelor’s degrees are too many to count. in order, her postgraduate work is in: history (phd, twice, first in medieval europe, and second in ancient rome); political science (phd, three times, first in england, and second in the united states, and then again in england); english literature (phd, focusing on victorian literature); art history (master’s, focusing on renaissance italian art); italian literature (phd, focusing on medieval literature); and folklore (phd, focusing on the vampire). she’s a student as often and as many times as she can be.

she keeps an extensive library. on the side, she publishes novels, one or two per generation, under different pen names and aliases.

her public persona in the modern era is as astoria montclair, art collector and gallerist. it’s a good way to be seen making money, and she has pretty significant control over how she’s perceived in a public setting. she usually stays in one place, and one identity, for twenty to thirty years; she can pass from anywhere from twenty to fifty, depending on how she styles her hair and does her makeup. her public persona always involves her marriage to baldwin.

her human covers tend to involve the arts—currently it’s owning and curating art galleries in several major cities (new york, venice, london, and tokyo, probably among others). previously, she worked with museums. before that, she managed theaters. for a brief period in the 80s she was a studio drummer for a number of punk bands. she doesn’t sing publicly, ever, but she has a nice voice. she keeps up to date on pop culture when she can. she has strong opinions on most television shows. for the record, she was a margaery girl, and was heartbroken when she died. she was pretty firmly team sansa after that.

ON PERSONALITY

she is utterly ruthless. it’s not that she’s cruel—and, in fact, she has little interest in cruelty for cruelty’s sake—it’s simply that she sees herself and the world around her with an unwavering pragmatism. it doesn’t matter if she kills humans unless it brings suspicion to her; she has no qualms about feeding on humans; she is a vampire, and vampires are a different, and objectively stronger and hardier, species. she’s not looking to kill or rule all humans, and she understands that, practically speaking, vampires are at a disadvantage if only because of the numbers, but she’s not about to pretend like she feels guilt over hunting as an apex predator would. she enjoys the hunt.

ON PHYSICALITY & ABILITY

when astoria is newly turned she has to relearn her own strength and it takes her weeks. she is small and she is not very physically strong before she’s turned; she has a high pain tolerance and she’s very quick, but she’s not particularly strong. the strength she develops is disturbing and it’s difficult. how many things does she break because she underestimates that new strength? how many doors does she tear off their hinges? how many railings does she bend? how much does she crush in her hands? worse than that, how many times does she break her own bones, forgetting that she has this new power she really cannot control? when she tries to break free from her chains, how many times does she break her arms? her wrists? and with her new awareness of sensations, the new intensity of what she feels both emotionally and physically, how horrible is that pain? she has to learn to walk again, to stand again, because every time she tries for those first weeks, she does damage to herself somehow. her rebirth is agonizing and this second infancy is just as bad.

because she has to get her tattoos redone with some regularity, usually every few years, she usually schedules a couple of days where she books two artists to tattoo her at the same time. this started in the 60s and has continued since. the baldwin tattoos are touched up every year so she’s never without them.

before being turned, she’s 5′3″. after, she’s 5′5″. she doesn’t grow much otherwise, though her hips and shoulders do widen a bit. she’s best described as having a dancer’s build: lean, long legs and arms, a long neck. throughout the centuries she tends to put this to use by learning to dance. it doesn’t lend itself as well to combat—she relies on speed and size for that, and while it helps her in hunting, it doesn’t help her much in a fight with another vampire, if she doesn’t have a weapon. she always does, though, and prefers to have a blade in each hand. 

SCARS

a small scar on her right palm from a childhood habit of digging her fingernails into her skin when she was nervous.

little bitty wear n tear scars on her hands from working magic as a teenager. nothing too exciting—a little burn scar here, a scar from a broken bottle there.

scarring around her wrists where she was shackled. two on each wrist, probably about a quarter of an inch thick, one closer to her hand and one farther, where the manacles would rub her skin raw over the nine years she was tortured (eight as a vampire).

similar scarring around her ankles, though not quite so thick.

a decently-sized scar on her back, just below her right kidney, from where she was stabbed, more than once, during the same period, as part of evander’s experimentation;a very thin scar across her throat, also from evander during that period; several long and deep scars in her right calf, caused by evander’s daughter tearing at her leg during a fight.

one more spectacular stab wound, through her left shoulder, from elyssa in the moments before astoria subdued and killed her.

and a few smaller stab wounds, obtained throughout the years, none of them particularly noteworthy in her eyes or really all that visible unless you’re studying her.

two bite scars from baldwin: one over her heart vein, and the other on the left side of her neck.

ON GOD & MAGIC

she is just trying to heal this open bleeding wound in her psyche after being torn away from her magic. and i love the implications of that when she doesn’t know how to get water to the right temperature without magic and so she takes either scalding or cold baths for the longest time because she can’t manage the right combination of hot and cold. in a d&d setting, if she can’t cross holy ground, would divine healing cause damage rather than fix it? who is she when she no longer has a weapon to rely on (her magic) and instead has to rely on herself (when she has, kind of by accident, become a weapon)?

ON NAMES

astoria grim, first and foremost. this is the name she’s born to, and this is the name that means the most to her, for a long, long time. it’s the name she used as a witch, before being turned.

cassandra carminati. after leo finds her, astoria agrees that she needs to take on a new identity, and she becomes cassandra carminati—leonardo's wife, as far as human society is concerned. this is the name by which she’s recorded in bath’s marriage records in the mid-late sixteenth century. 

after this, she goes by astoria grim again, for quite some time. she figures that she’s well-hidden enough that it’s not likely that anyone will find her if they’re looking, and besides, who’d look for a thirty-year-old woman when the astoria grim who should be alive would be in her seventies?

then, briefly, she becomes ileana blackwood. she’s been found, and by her cousins’ direct descendants, and this poses a threat to her survival, so she fakes her death and takes her grandmother’s name, and the surname of a young man she knew and had a brief affair with during her time in the english court.

when she and baldwin are reunited and mate, she takes the name astoria de clermont. any name or variation she uses after that features his surname. in modern settings, she is known as astoria montclair.