#the shape is classy af too

[helluvapurf]

So uh, I kiiiinda forgot I had a HB-themed blog in the midst of me feeling the itch for HB redesigns... figured I'd might as well fix that with this recent Stolas family piece I did not too long ago-

(Now, as mentioned before on my DA post, I honestly have nothing against either Stolas, Octavia, nor Stella's canon designs.... Iiii just feel like as high-ranking demon birds, a lil "variety" tweaked in could lowkey go a long way the more I thought about it?)

Aaaand here, here's a quick lil rundown of what I had in mind for my own personal interpretations (AU, HC? Idk what exact term fits best but... *shrugs*):

DA Link~

For Stolas, I tried to tone down all the black & red from his previous design to a more "autumn sunset sky"-aesthetic (+ditched the big top hat 'cause like... you're a royal my dude, don't you just need a crown? lol), gave him a gradient starry cape instead of that old ripped one 'cause I always loved how the star cape looked on him from the "Ozzie's" episode, popped in some grey streaks in his hair, and then finally unified his outfit to a purple & black theme like a classic Disney villain~

For Octavia, I went with a classy "indigo night sky" vibe with lil gold accents, then shortened her hair to a fanned bob (kiiinda looking like bird wings, in a way?) along with adding some more "blended" features from her mom and dad just 'cause .3.

As for Stella... honestly I've fallen *way* too in love with the "Stella is a Swan" fan-theory ('cause yknow... she's all-white, black & pink beaked, elegant-looking but bitchy af in-person, etc.) that I couldn't resist incorporating more swan-y vibes to her design. Then I relaxed her big choppy hair to a more "refined" half-up/half-down style (+some extra feather tufts to still fit with her peacock bro Andrealphus), gave her more of a mermaid-shaped dress to fit her regal noble-lady vibe, then I simply left it a gradient pink/black in terms of colors 'cause... idk, it just reminded me alot of fancy Chanel-aesthetics~

[mommybard]

detroit style?? explain? :0

So new york style is that long flat and foldable style. Chicago is deep dish. St.Louis is a thin af cracker like crust. Neopolitan is the classy fancy style that costs too much for a fucking pizza.

Detroit has a thick, bread like crust and its cooked in a square shape. The myth around it goes that it was cooked in that shape because the person to first make it used a part from an auto manufacturer to make it. The outer crust is more like a baked cheese crunch from the cheese cooking against the walls of the pan. There's debate on whether the cheese or the sauce goes on first, I'm all for either. I just really love the breadyness of it

[ao3-rex1223]

Chapter 10: Plain View Doctrine

Twelfth Floor Intern Masterlist

Pairing: Miles Edgeworth x fem!reader

Summary: You finally get a few minutes to catch up with your dad and tell him who you're new mentor is. You attempt to tell him about your relationship with Miles, but it goes about as well as you expected. Later, your investigation continues and the more you uncover, the less things are adding up. At the morgue, you're given the preliminary results of the autopsy, however, your first interaction with one of the medical examiners doesn't go like you imagine. You're not the only one with eyes for the chief prosecutor.

Tags: Power Imbalance, Mentor/Intern, Miles wants you so bad but he's ethical AF now, No use of y/n, depictions of violence, Discussion of Rape, description of murder victims, adult murder victims, child murder victims, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Creampies, Loss of Virginity, Miles is the king of prosecutors but also the king of consent, Fluff and Smut, Romance, Blow Jobs, Nightmare about sexual assault, cross posted on AO3

"Hi, Sweetheart! Your mom and I miss you! Are you doing alright?" Your father asks. It really is good to hear his voice; the soothing voice of the man who raised you, held you when you cried, and rocked you when you were sick. So much has happened since you last talked, it feels like it's been a lifetime since you heard him speak.

"I'm fine, Dad. I've just been busy. I'm really sorry, but can I call you back later? I'm still at work," you admit, saddened you have to terminate the call.

"Wow, you're still at work?" He asks, surprised.

"Homicide never sleeps, Dad; you know that," you reply.

"No, it doesn't. Alright, Sweetie. Just get home safe, okay? I'll talk to you later. I love you!" He says, sounding sad.

"Love you, too, Dad," you reply and hang up.

"You could have taken a few minutes to talk with him if you wanted," Miles said.

"I figured I owe him a nice, long chat. I'll call him back when I'm home," you reply, withholding the fact that you're still afraid to confess to your dad that you're even interning with Miles let alone also sleeping with him.

You arrive at the morgue to meet with the medical examiner. Ms. Ozcar's body lays on the exam table, the telltale, Y-shaped incision running across her chest. You approach the table and see a white coat move in your peripheral vision. You turn your eyes up to a beautiful blonde woman looking very intently at Miles. Your Miles! Not hers! What the hell? MEs are all supposed to be old geezers! She stands directly in front of him.

"Miles! Great to see you!" She greets emphatically. She smiles sweetly with pearly white teeth. Her silky blonde hair is tied back with a few flyaways and long bangs free to frame her face. Her eyes look fierce, but with totally fake eyelashes. Her lips obviously have gloss on them, but you can't tell if the underlying color is really her natural lips or makeup; it's such a lovely shade of pink. Could she really be that perfect? She hasn't even acknowledged me yet! "How are you?" She asks, still ignoring you. "You don't get down here to see me enough," she comments flirtatiously. You can smell floral perfume that was obviously just sprayed. Apparently, she's completely unaware that Miles has absolutely no affinity for perfume. 'To me, it simply smells,' he'd say.

"Terribly sorry, Dr. Anderson. I don't get much time for social calls," Miles replies, his expression neutral. Unless I'm naked on his desk. Then he's very social, you say to yourself, wishing you could repeat it out lout.

"You should make some," she retorts with a smirk. Aren't you just classy? Your eyes are about to light her on fire. "And call me Sarah! You know that!" She playfully scolds.

Miles ignores her comment and places a hand on the small of your back. He introduces you to the doctor, sharing your name and the university where you're studying. "She's at the top of her class and well on her way to one day surpassing even my skills as a prosecutor," he brags. You reach out your hand to shake hers. The exchange happens over a few seconds but you wordlessly challenge her with your grip. She responds in kind. You stare daggers into each other's eyes. You both squeeze tighter and tighter until Sarah pulls away, her expression just barely showing a wince. Ha! A lifetime of thumb wrestling with Dad, is finally paying off! You withhold the smirk.

"Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Anderson," you greet with a soft, sweet tone.

Sarah forces herself to return your greeting, then turns immediately to Miles again. "Miles, I'm surprised at you. You hate interns; a trait you and I share," she says and flashes you a glance as she speaks the word 'interns' with venom and disdain. Listen here, Dr. Zhivago, you better back up before I... You shake your head at your rage imbued thoughts. Is this how Miles felt around Professor Fredericks?

"She's shown such an impressive aptitude for the practice of law that I just couldn't resist. Her talents would be wasted on the simple cases she would see with the other prosecutors. I figured her progress would be most significant under my mentorship," Miles explains, looking fondly at you.

"Well," Sarah begins with a longing sigh and glares at you briefly before returning her flirtatious gaze to Miles. "Just when I think you can't get any sweeter," she continues and places her hand on his arm. Your breathing holds steady on the outside, but in your mind, you shriek as if obscenely offended. "Here you are, taking on the burden of teaching a student."

Don't touch him, you cretinous hag! Your head screams. You're about ready to rip that arm of hers off her body, but Miles quickly removes the promiscuous doctor's hand from his arm and changes the subject. He looks annoyed. You relax a bit.

"Dr. Anderson, my intern and I are quite pressed for time. I'm afraid I must cut the pleasantries short and insist we obtain the preliminary results of the victim's autopsy." Miles instructs.

"Of course. All work and no play, huh Miles? It's your best and worst trait," Sarah comments. Miles ignores her. Oh, sorry, honey; he only plays with me. She lets out a sigh of defeat and grabs a clean pair of latex gloves to pull over her hands and begin her report. "The victim died at around eleven-thirty last night. The cause of death was asphyxiation by a ligature made from her clothes," Sarah explains looking solely at Miles. She points to several, small, crescent shaped marks on the victim's neck. "Take a look at the curvilinear abrasions on her neck, they're from…" Sarah is cut off by your enthusiastic interjection.

"Fingernails. She tried to pull the cloth off her neck as she was strangled," you conclude. "Her killer was likely much stronger than she was."

"Yes, that's correct," Sarah reluctantly admits. "Notice the petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes, also indicative of strangulation," she continues and gently opens the victim's eyelid to reveal dark red spots on the tissue. "There wasn't much other internal damage aside from superficial bruising, but there is pretty significant tissue damage to the external and internal genitalia. Sexual assault is very likely and it was before she died."

Miles leans his head toward yours and softly adds, "keep in mind, the defense will likely argue the encounter was 'consensual rough sex'. The important counter argument to develop is the witness testimony about the victim's typical sexual behavior. They certainly aren't pleasant questions to ask or answer, but it is necessary."

"Got it," you acknowledge.

"That actually shouldn't be too difficult. Her blood alcohol content was high. Point-zero-nine," she reveals.

"That means we can argue she was too intoxicated to consent to sex," you add. Miles nods.

"I was able to pull what I believe to be semen from the vaginal vault. DNA analysis will take a bit, though," Sarah continues. "There was a good amount of dirt and tissue under her fingernails, but again we won't know who it belongs to for a while. There's a fair chance it's her own skin from her neck." Sarah turns around to grab a printed report off of her desk and hands it to Miles. "That's all I have so far, but there are still tests to be done. I'll be in touch with the results." She pulls the gloves off and drops them in the trash.

"Thank you for your report, Dr. Anderson," Miles says, forcing politeness.

"Miles, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Sarah?" The relentless doctor asks through pouting lips.

"I prefer to maintain a sense of propriety, Dr. Anderson," Miles answers.

"You call the intern by her first name," she argues and quickly darts her eyes to you. That's so he knows what to moan when we're in bed together.

"There's a special bond between a mentor and a student. A first name basis is necessary to cultivate a therapeutic rapport. Perhaps you will understand one day should you choose to accept interns yourself. We appreciate your time, doctor." Miles places his hand on your back and leads you out of the morgue.

"What new things come to mind now that you've been given the autopsy report?" Miles asks as he drives back to the office. The sun is setting and it's obviously going to be another late night.

My ability to restrain myself from screaming at that handsy tart is pretty top notch "If I had any doubts our perpetrator was a male, they're gone now. The victim struggled, but was unable to save herself. With the adrenaline that must have been coursing through her body, the aggressor had to be very strong. Once we determine if the cells collected from the victim's body are sperm cells, well, I think I'm comfortable making that conclusion. I think if the DNA under her fingernails can be matched to the sperm cell DNA, we'll have a pretty good idea who our suspect is."

"Very good. There is one more thing to consider…" Miles hints.

"Her intoxication. Right. That probably did weaken her, but I still think it would have taken a great deal to overcome. All that aside, the consensual sex argument the defense might use is moot given her blood alcohol level."

"Precisely. Well done. Before long, every defense attorney will dread meeting you in court," Miles comments proudly. He pulls into a parking space in the lot for the office which is nearly empty at this point in the evening.

"I think that doctor already dreaded meeting me," you reply, frustration returning to your voice at the thought of her. You walk beside Miles with your arms folded firmly in front of you, bound for his office.

"Dr. Anderson is one of the…less professional medical examiners. I apologize if she offended you," Miles answers. He clearly picked up on at least some of the angry tension between you and the flirtatious doctor.

"She's the one who should apologize!" You exclaim. You both exit the vehicle to head inside. "I've never seen a physician so unprofessional in my life!"

Miles chuckles. "I am very interested to hear which behavior you deemed so offensive," he muses, unlocking his office door.

"Her hands belong on corpses not my mentor!" You fume, stepping inside. Your nails dig into your palms from the tight fists your hands are making.

Miles closes the door. "I do believe you are now able to fully empathize with me," he comments, still chuckling.

You turn to face him and let out a tense sigh. "Professor Fredericks?"

Miles nods with a smirk.

"My God! Is this what it feels like for you?" You ask. This poisonous jealousy feels awful and guilt boils up within you for putting Miles through it.

"Mhmm," he confirms.

"I am…so sorry," you express genuinely.

"It's a powerful emotion isn't it?" Miles says.

Your eyes fall to the floor. "Yes, but I know what I'm feeling isn't arrogance, as you called it. I am jealous. It's terrible. She's so beautiful and charming…and a doctor," you squirm, leaning against Miles' desk again. Your face twists back into a scowl. "She's so pushy! Does she not hear herself?! Where did she get her medical degree? The University of Impudent Audacity!?"

Miles moves to stand in front of you. "While I'm pleased to see your feelings for me run as deep as mine do for you, you shouldn't concern yourself with her or her distasteful behavior. There are far more important things for you to worry about right now."

"Is she always like that with you?" You ask, finally looking up at him.

"She is. I never respond to her comments other than redirecting her to her job. The only emotion she gets from me is indifference, although I did find her particularly annoying today. I have a good idea why," he explains.

"Do tell," you reply, you glance up at him through hooded eyes, the rest of your angry face still turned down.

He brushes your hair behind your ear and cups your face, tilting it up toward his. "I'd wager that as soon as she saw you, noticed your beauty is vastly superior to her own, and that all the attention she seeks from me is clearly given to you, her own jealousy became nearly unbearable. I will admit, the urge to confess our relationship to her was intense," Miles reveals.

"I wouldn't have told her…I'd have shown her with a graphic demonstration!" You declare through gritted teeth.

Miles leans down to kiss you lightly. "We truly do understand each other," he comments happily. You reach up and wrap your hand around his forearm, stroking his wrist with your thumb.

"If Professor Fredericks touches me again, I will call him out on it and set a very firm boundary," you vow.

"I'll do the same for Dr. Anderson," Miles replies.

"Good," you reply and pull him in for a deeper kiss. The urge springs up on you quickly and you have to fight to stop yourself from tearing Miles' clothes off. As your mind struggles for control of your hands, your tongue takes advantage of the lack of mental supervision and slips into his mouth, moaning at the delicious taste of him.

He grabs your hips and pulls you tight against his. He sucks on your tongue and moans back into your mouth.

You enjoy your sensual kiss until Miles manages to pull himself away. "We should stop, lest your bed end up empty for another night," he admits, begrudgingly.

"Yeah," you agree, sadly. It would be nice to enjoy some time together alone after the day you've had, but it's already late and you could almost collapse from exhaustion.

"And," he begins and pecks your lips once more. "You owe your father a phone call. Are you going to tell him about us?" He runs his fingers gently through your hair.

"Us or us?" You ask.

"Both," he answers.

"Us, yes. Us...I'm still working on that one." You look away, trying to hide the guilt in your eyes.

"Why not just tell him?" He asks, eyebrows raised.

"I want to; I just…I really want him to be happy for me and not be immediately disapproving. I've been trying to figure out the best way to bring it up. I love my dad. I don't want him to be upset with me, but I…won't give you up, either," you explain.

"From what you've told me, it probably doesn't matter how you tell him. He will be upset, but he is your father. He loves you. He'll come around eventually," Miles reassures you and kisses your forehead. "It's your decision, but I think the longer you wait the worse it will be."

"Yeah, I guess," you reluctantly agree.

"Let me take you home," Miles says, kisses you once more, and steps away to pack up his briefcase. You follow suit and both head for Miles' car.

You sit on your bed, pajamas on, face washed, staring at 'Dad' in your contacts list.

"It's a cell phone, hon," Nora teases, just about to head into the bathroom to shower.

"Trying to get myself to call my dad," you admit weakly.

"Are you going to tell him everything?" Nora asks, tilting her head forward, eyebrows sliding up.

"I don't know if I can. I think I'll try…" you reply.

Nora pushes the bathroom door open. "Well," she begins flatly, "good luck, whatever you decide to do. Personally, I think you should just tell him. Rip the band-aid off now." She walks in and closes the door.

I have to tell him, you coach yourself. You take a deep breath and release it, then press the 'call' button.

"Hi, Sweetie!" Your dad greets you happily. "Are you finally home? How was your day?"

"Yeah, it was great. It's really really busy, but it's great! I love it here!" You answer.

"I'm glad. You've been busy for weeks now. No time to call your mom and dad?" He asks.

"I'm sorry. It's non-stop. This summer has been…" you pause. Incredible, terrifying, amazing, overwhelming, unforgettable, hot. "Crazy. I've gotten to see a few trials now. It's fascinating," you explain. "I helped with a few guilty verdicts, too!"

"That-a-girl! I'm so proud of you, honey! So, that Mr. Payne has really been putting you to work, huh?" He replies.

"Well…" you pause, readying the first part of your updates for your dad. "I'm actually not assigned to Mr. Payne anymore." You cross and uncross your legs and fidget with your pajamas, trying to alleviate your nervousness.

"What happened?" He asks, concern weighing on his voice.

"Oh, nothing bad. It's actually good news. The chief prosecutor was really impressed with my performance, so he invited me to intern with him instead. I get to see more complex cases," you reveal.

"Well, that doesn't surprise me! Of course, my little girl is impressive! Now, I'm trying to remember the chief for that district," he pauses, searching his memory. "Oh! That's not Miles Edgeworth, is it?" He asks excitedly.

"That's him," you confirm.

"Wow! Wait til Cotter hears about this!" He gushes. Dan Cotter is your father's good friend and chief prosecutor of your hometown. You've known him since you were about five years old. "Well, that's just the best news! My baby girl is interning with the great Miles Edgeworth!"

"Yeah, it's been…it's been great. I'm learning so much!" You add. Maybe now is the time to tell him the rest!

"I hear he can be a bastard, though. Is he being nice to you?" Your dad asks. Or…maybe not.

"Yes, he is, Dad. He's a great teacher. He lets me do a lot with his cases and he makes sure to pull me aside if I'm making a mistake and explain what I need to do," you say, defending Miles.

"That's good. I guess it's not tough to believe he's nothing but professional to you," he replies.

depends on how you define 'professional'. "Yeah, Dad, he's been a perfect gentleman," you confirm. It was still true. Even though you've become intimate, Miles has never been anything but good to you.

"That's good! He better be!" He adds.

Come on! Say it! Say it! "Well, he is kind of…handsome…and he's really smart!"

"Hm, bad idea, honey," he begins. You can all but hear him shaking his head. "He may be a talented attorney, but he would be all wrong for you. Men like that, they put everything into work. They make for great prosecutors, but trust me you'd be miserable! Not to mention, your law school and his office would have a big problem with you two being together. That's not a headache you want to deal with. And it's not like you'll be in LA forever. I can't see someone like him picking up and moving back to Colorado with you. Not even close to good enough for my little angel. Best keep your relationship with him strictly professional," he rants.

You let out a silent sigh. "Got it, Dad," you reply, sadly.

"Chin up, Sweetie. You'll meet a nice man when you get back home," he says, attempting but completely failing to reassure you. "Give your mom and I some grandkids!"

You fall back onto your bed. Such a 'dad' answer. It's not that you don't want to be a mother, you'd just like to be able to pick the father.

"Sure, Dad. How's Mom doing?" You decide to quit while you're already behind and change the subject.

"She's loving retirement! She started a garden in the backyard. I tell you, she is trying to grow everything! She's got peppers, cucumbers, tomatoes, zucchini…she's even got pumpkins! She's having fun with it, though. It's got me thinking about hanging up my badge, myself," Dad reveals.

"Really!? You're going to retire?" You ask, shocked. Your dad was certainly old enough to retire, but growing up you always saw your dad as a hero. He saved lives and solved crimes. It was hard to picture him not doing that anymore. He had become a legend.

"I've been thinking about it for a while. I love my job, but I get pretty tired at the end of my work days and you know they get pretty long. Hell, you're dealing with the same thing now yourself. Body's only good for so long. I'd kind of like to be able to enjoy my twilight years for a bit, maybe travel around with your mom," he elaborates.

"It'll be weird to see you retire, but…I guess I can't blame you," you reply.

"I'm still deciding, but it will happen one way or another," he says with a chuckle. Dad always had a dark sense of humor and you usually could laugh at it, too, but you have seen enough death today that you didn't find joking about your Dad getting killed in the line of duty palatable.

"Don't say that, Dad!" You exclaim, nearly tearing up. "You promised Mom and me you'd always come home!"

"I'm sorry, Honey. My point is, I think I'd like to retire sooner rather than later," he replies.

"Well, you already have your pension. I guess now is as good a time as any," you add.

"Maybe I'll have a chat with my captain next week," he ponders. You hear the faint sound of a pager going off in the background. "Uh oh, speak of the devil. Duty calls, Honey."

"Okay, Dad. I'll talk to you later," you say, already missing him.

"And, Sweetie, please call us more often. I know you're busy, but whenever you can, we really want to hear from you," he pleads.

"I will, Dad. Love you," you say. "Be safe."

"Love you, too, Sweetheart," he says. You hang up the call and sit back up in bed.

"How'd it go?" Nora asks. You didn't realize she had come back into the room. She sits on her bed applying lotion.

"Eh," you respond. "I sorta tried to tell him, but he shot it down immediately."

"So, he knows you're dating Miles?" Nora asks.

You sigh and lean over to plug your phone into the charger. "No," you groan.

"I know it's not easy to tell your dad the truth but what's going to happen down the road when you and Miles decide to move in together? Or when you decide to get engaged? I think he will be angrier if he's kept in the dark longer," Nora argues.

"I know," you groan and absentmindedly rub your neck. "I'll tell him after this case."

Nora sighs with disapproval. "Okay."

"Don't give me the disappointed mother 'okay'!" You pout.

"Okay…" Nora says, comedically leaning into her disappointed tone. You throw a pillow at her.

The next day brings a few more pieces of evidence and a list of friends of the victim. One in particular catches both your and Miles' attention.

"His name is Bradley Hogger," Gumshoe explains. Miles has turned his office phone to speaker so you both can hear the detective's report. "According to her other friends, Bradley has been a close friend of the victim's for years."

"Did they ever have a relationship?" You ask.

"Not according to any of the victim's other friends," he answers.

"Miles, I just had a thought," you begin. He turns his attention to you. "What if we're not looking for an ex-boyfriend? What if we're looking for a friend who never got to be the boyfriend?"

"You read my mind," Miles replies. He turns his attention back to the phone. "Detective, we'd like to speak with Mr. Hogger. Please ask him if he will agree to an interview."

"Yes, sir," Gumshoe acknowledges.

"Oh, and Detective," Miles begins.

"Sir?" Gumshoe replies.

"My intern and I will be conducting the interview," Miles states.

"Understood, sir," Gumshoe acknowledges and hangs up.

Miles gives you a smile, "I think you should lead the interview, should he agree. I have yet to observe your witness interviews and I think this will be a beneficial learning opportunity for you."

You nod in response; a jolt of nervousness surges through you, but you override it with your desire for answers and to impress Miles.

Mr. Hogger thankfully agrees to meet with you. You and Miles sit across from him in the interview room at the police station. He appears genuinely distressed, obviously grieving the loss of his long term friend.

You introduce yourself and Miles. "Thank you for agreeing to speak with us, Mr. Hogger," you begin, keeping your tone even and calm. Miles' words about following the facts and not getting ahead of the evidence ring in your mind and you consciously maintain an impartial attitude. You tell yourself you are not speaking to a suspect but merely a witness and he will only become a suspect when you have evidence to support that designation.

"Anything to find Suzy's killer," he replies, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Can you tell me about your relationship with Ms. Ozcar?" You ask.

"Suzy and I go way back. We met in high school, actually." His mood brightens a bit from reminiscing. "She was the cheerleader; I was the debate team guy, but she took pity on me, I guess, stood up for me when the jocks ganged up on me. We became best friends. We still are to this day!" His frown returns and he slumps in his chair. "...well we were." A tear falls from his eye.

"When was the last time you saw her?" You ask.

"Last week, I think it was. We went to a movie together," he answers.

"What can you tell me about her relationship with her boyfriend?" You continue.

"Julian? Well, he's okay, I guess. I'm not sure he's good enough for her," Bradley answers, leaning back in his chair with a huff.

"What makes you say that?" You follow up.

"He just didn't seem right for her, you know? Sometimes you can just tell. I just don't think he really loved her like she deserved. He said he wanted to marry her but who knows if he'd ever have actually done it. He seems flaky to me," Bradley explains.

His disapproval of the victim's boyfriend strikes you. You try to stay your judgment but keep the observation in your mind.

"Did you and Ms. Ozcar ever date?" You ask.

"No, never," he replies quickly, and shifts uncomfortably in his chair. "She was my best friend, I never thought of her that way."

"So, you never had any romantic feelings for her?" You ask.

"No!" He fires back and leans forward in his chair. "Why? Do you people think I did this?!"

Your heart quickens with Bradley's escalation. You try to hold your neutral expression. "Mr. Hogger, we are not accusing you of anything," you reply, voice trembling.

"Good! Because I didn't do it! I didn't even see her that day!" He proclaims.

"Did you speak to her at all?" You ask.

"I don't think so, no," he replies. "Look, what are you people doing talking to me when you should be out looking for Suzy's killer!?"

"Mr. Hogger, I promise you, we are doing everything we can to find the killer, but we need this kind of information to know where to look," you reply, attempting to calm him. "Can you tell me what you did that day?"

"I went to work and I went home. That's all," he answers sharply.

"Would you be willing to give us your fingerprints and a sample of your DNA?" You ask, bracing yourself for a blow-up.

"No! I wasn't around her at all that day! You don't need it! You got some nerve, kid, dragging me in here and making me feel like a murderer! Is that what they teach in the law schools now?"

An idea hits you. "Mr. Hogger, you're right, I've been rather rude. Let me make it up to you. Can I get you a cup of coffee? Maybe a glass of water?" You ask as sweetly as you can.

"That's more like it! I'll take a cup of coffee!" Bradley says and relaxes into his chair.

"I'll be right back," you promise with a smile.

You carefully pour coffee into a freshly cleaned mug, avoiding touching it with your bare hand, using a paper towel to lift it, then gingerly carrying it back to the interview room, sitting on top of a napkin in your palm. You lean down and present the cup to him as a waitress might.

"Thank you," Bradley says calmly and takes the cup. "You know, maybe you're not so bad. Hey, you kind of remind me of Suzy, you know?"

You force a smile and continue your questions, "where do you work, Mr. Hogger?"

"I'm an auto mechanic. I work at a local repair shop; Syd's," he answers and takes a sip of the coffee.

"How long have you worked there?" You follow up, not actually caring about the answers he gives you. You're simply filling dead air while your witness enjoys his coffee.

"Three years," he answers.

"Do you work long hours?" You ask.

"Ten hour shifts, five days a week," he answers.

"Sounds like an exhausting job," you comment.

"Eh. It keeps me in shape," Bradley replies. He holds up his arms and flexes his muscles. He certainly would fit the profile of the killer, you note. Follow the facts, you remind yourself. He lowers his arms and takes another drink of his coffee.

"You mentioned you and Ms. Ozcar went to a movie last week. What else did the two of you like to do together?" You ask.

"We'd go out to the bars from time to time. Julian doesn't drink so he never goes with," he answers.

"Did Ms. Ozcar ever mention Mr. Gates hurting her or did she ever express that she felt unsafe with him?"

He ponders for a moment while drinking more coffee. "No, she never said anything like that. She seemed to really like him. I don't know why," he scoffs. He downs another gulp of coffee.

"What about anyone else in her life?" You ask.

"Nah, I don't think so," he answers. "Everyone loved Suzy." He takes another swig of coffee.

"I appreciate your time very much, Mr. Hogger. Unless my superior has any additional questions, I believe we can conclude this interview," you announce and glance at Miles. He allows a placid smile to form on his lips.

"I have no additional questions. Thank you for your time, Mr. Hogger," Miles says, calmly.

You call for a uniformed officer to escort Bradley out of the building. Once out of ear shot, you call for Gumshoe to bring an evidence bag and collect the used coffee cup. "This should get us a few fingerprints AND some DNA," you announce proudly. "Please take that to the lab, Detective."

"Right away!" He replies happily and turns to leave the interview room.

"You never cease to impress me," Miles compliments.

"Learned that trick from my dad. If they leave their DNA out in the open, I can take it. Plain view," you state.

"Very clever. What do you think about this witness?" Miles quizzes.

"I'm withholding my judgment," you promise, then let out a worried sigh. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have…concerns," you admit. "I'm not sure I believe him when he says he had no feelings for the victim."

"I have the same thoughts. He seemed very defensive when you asked him. There isn't enough to designate him a suspect yet, though. I'm very anxious to see the results of the DNA analysis, as well. That should help guide our search. What would you like to do next?"

You carefully consider all of the facts floating around in your head. Julian Gates seemed genuinely devastated when he heard Suzanne was dead. He was fully cooperative with the police, which, in Hollywood, always leads to a twist, but according to your dad, it was usually a good sign. Bradley Hogger was mostly cooperative but did show some suspicious behaviors and refused to give his DNA and fingerprints. Maybe the boyfriend has some insight. "I think I'd like to talk to Julian Gates again," you finally conclude. "I want to find out what he knows about Bradley Hogger."

You earn a proud smile from your mentor. "My thoughts exactly."

[sacerdotessa]

Your aesthetic for night out or party based on your Venus sign / The girl that will attract your attention at a party:

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* DISCLAIMER: PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THAT TOO SERIOUSLY, these are just observations. *

🔥 Aries Venus: red heart-shaped sunglasses, leather jacket, late night, bright red lipstick. You're bold, strong, confident and not afraid to express your sensual nature. You adore being noticed and being the center of attention, sometimes you attract envious people that would do anything to be like you. Probably you're a big fan of glitter, shiny things, red or black, heels and bold makeup. (I love you, you're an aesthetic queen).

🌹 Taurus Venus: a classy dress, earthy tones, nude makeup with shiny highlighter, golden jewelry, long brown hair. You appreciate the classy diva aesthetic, looking feminine, sensual and ethereal. You have an amazing fashion sense and have an expensive taste in clothes/accessories, you value quality over quantity.

💡 Gemini Venus: fashion trends, a big smile, a bit of mascara, fancy clothes, neon lights. ACCESSORIES are your best friends. You prefer a comfortable and androgynous aesthetic, probably you have a cool fashion sense and try at least at once all the trends, you like to experiment a lot with clothes/makeup/hair.

📻 Cancer Venus: old movies, black and white, big eyes, nail polish, flowers. You're probably a big fan of vintage style and classic fashion, you prefer to look cute over sexy, when you do your makeup the eyes are always the center of the attention, probably you watch makeup tutorials inspired by old cinema divas on youtube. You're charming, unforgettable and have a rare sense of beauty.

🌇 Leo Venus: bold style, glitter, happiness, bright eyes, everything around you is supposed to shine. You like to look like a queen, and your aesthetic is bold and express confidence. You like to experiment with your style and you're obsessed with golden accessories. It's easy for you to attract attention and you're not afraid to embrace your sensuality.

📚 Virgo Venus: natural look, freckles, earrings, details, smart eyes, late summer afternoons. You're not so focused on your outfits in general, you tend to focus only on details (accessories), probably you care more about the quality of your clothes over the quantity. You prefer a natural look and don't care about fashion, you're the kind of person who think that a bright smile is always the coolest accessory (and that's absolutely true!).

🌸 Libra Venus: the color pink, platform shoes, an angelic face, patterns, high quality clothes. Probably you have the coolest hair in the room, your sense of fashion is unique and you care a lot about how your outfits/makeup looks! You love to experiment a lot with fashion and trends. You're not obsessed with “looking feminine”, you like to experiment even with an androgynous kind of style.

🌑 Scorpio Venus: thunders, velvet, the color black, deep eyes, late night talks. You're hot af and have a cool sense of style, you love to look sexy and probably like alternative fashion. There something extremely sexy about you, everyone is captured by your beauty, you look enigmatic and mysterious. You're bold and probably obsessed with perfumes and smokey-eyes makeup.

🗺 Sagittarius Venus: sunsets, thick mascara, curly hair, trains, white sneakers, the first sunny day a rainy week. You prefer to look casual over classy, are always and the run so you like comfy clothes. Probably you're obsessed with golden/copper tones and you use them a lot in makeup. Also, bright smile > accessories, you love to laugh and have fun, don't care a lot about how you look.

💸 Capricorn Venus: heels, glacial eyes, the color gray, a good book, patterns, high ponytail. You like to look expensive, have a natural classy attitude and care a lot about how you look. Your outfits are always pretty cool and you don't care about trends a lot, probably you're a huge fan of retro/vintage fashion. Accessories are your best friends.

🛸 Aquarius Venus: silver tones, piercings, good music, deep conversations, smart eyes, the 00's. Probably you don't care a lot about trends, your fashion taste is unique, different and you're proud of it. You don't like to conform and love to experiment. Your cool personality is better than a fancy outfits. Probably you're into retro or alternative fashion.

🦋 Pisces Venus: iridescent things, fairies, the color white, a rainbow on rainy days. You love to look like a non-human creature, there's always something unique in how you look. Probably you love blonde hair and glossy/shiny makeup. You love holographic accessories and looking like an anime character.

[bakugotrashpanda]

Just some Valentine’s Day things with Bakugou, Kirishima, Shinsou

Dinner with Bakugou:

-The two of you make pizza from scratch. He has a sourdough starter that he's carefully cultivated and turns it into a pizza crust. Besides the fact that you get to see him with smears of flour on his cheek and watch his muscles as he kneads the dough, it's fun to work in the kitchen together.

-You both went shopping for toppings and decided to make some classy af pizzas. Asparagus with sliced bell peppers and goat cheese and a balsamic glaze. Roasted butternut squash with prosciutto, caramelized onions, and fontina. Thinly sliced potatoes and kale on top of pesto. Take your pick.

-You prepare the toppings while he shapes the dough. When you turn to tell him that everything's ready, he's just putting the finishing touches of shaping a heart shaped pizza on a pizza stone.

-Once it's ready, the two of you enjoy a nice glass of wine and watch a cheesy romcom.

Dinner with Kirishima:

-It's a crash course on how to cook steak. The pictures online of steaks in cast iron pans with butter and herbs look amazing, so naturally the two of you figure 'why not?'

-You spend the morning of Valentine's Day at the grocery store looking at the wide selection of steaks and choosing the perfect ones. While there, you also pick up potatoes and veggies to have on the side.

-The sizzle is a heavenly sound, but you both have to stop each other from fiddling with it too much once it's on the pan. Once the garlic, thyme, and butter are added, a wonderful fragrance fills the air.

-While the meat rests, you and Kiri pick out a game to play after dinner.

Dessert with Shinsou:

-There's a noise in the kitchen late at night (early morning depending on how you look at it) and you find the other side of the bed empty. Making your way downstairs, you see Shinsou busy in the kitchen. He couldn't sleep, and you're awake now, so might as well join in.

-There he is, blowtorch in hand, putting the finishing touches on two ramekins of crème brûlée. He didn't mean to wake you, and wanted to do a test run of the recipe before making it for you that night. From the kitchen, the two of you watch the stars and inky sky turn into warm oranges and yellows as the sun rises and feed each other bites of the dessert (breakfast at this point?)

[dawnsrose]

BASIC QUESTIONS

first name?  aurora

surname?  capulet

middle names?  josephine antoinette

nicknames?  briar rose / rose ... i guess heh

date of birth?  february 26th

age?  twenty - five

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

height?  5′6ft / 1.70m

weight?  121lbs / 55kg

build?  slim

hair colour?  very light blonde, golden - like

hair style?  straight and lightly curled at the end, with bangs

eye colour?  violet, kind of a purple-ish blue

eye shape?  almond

glasses or contact lenses?  neither

distinguishing facial features?  the color of her eyes, but also her lips are naturally a really pretty pinkish color

which facial feature is most prominent? i don’t think there is one ?  her face is very well balanced, although i guess her eyes are the most attention - catching part

which bodily feature is most prominent?  her waist, it is quite small!

other distinguishing features?  nope

skin?  fair ,  and her skin do be clear af we love to see it

hands?  small and dainty

make up?  she doesn’t really wear makeup, but she thinks its fascinating! her favorite items are mascara and lipstick

scars?  none

birthmarks?  none

tattoos?  none

physical handicaps?  none

type of clothes?  dresses ,  though she would love to incorporate some pants into her wardrobe .  usually wears neutral / earthy tones ,  unless it’s a special occasion ,  in which she’ll wear either pink or blue .  loves a nice skirt .  think cottagecore outfits !

how do they wear their clothes?  again ,  light and cottagecore outfits .  think of outfits like these: 1 2 3 4 5

what are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc)  aurora takes really good care of her feet ,  so they’re pristine !  she really hates wearing shoes ,  but wears them when she’s in public so as not to seem weird .  she really enjoys the feeling of her feet touching the grass though ,  as it reminds her of home

race / ethnicity?  caucasian

mannerisms?  classy ,  delicate and polite .  very ballerina like ,  except her gestures aren’t as grandiose .  i would say a good example of her demeanor is audrey hepburn ,  or the movements in old / classic barbie movies like nutcracker or swan lake .

are they in good health?  for the most part !  she has a bit of anxiety when surrounded by many people ,  but it’s getting better .

do they have any disabilities?  none

PERSONALITY

what words or phrases do they overuse?  little expressions of surprise like “ goodness! ”  or  “oh!”

do they have a catchphrase? none

are they more optimistic or pessimistic?  optimistic for sure

are they introverted or extroverted?  ambiverted leaning towards introverted 

do they ever put on airs?  not at all !

what bad habits do they have?  sleeping in heheh she may be an early bird ,  but aurora really enjoys sleeping in and napping

what makes them laugh out loud?  philip being a clown. honestly it’s not hard to make aurora laugh, especially over silly things

how do they display affection?  gentle touches, words of affirmation, poetry, tender gazes

mental handicaps?  none

how do they want to be seen by others?  as someone who cares about them and that can be trusted

how do they see themselves?  as someone who still has a lot to live and learn and give, but who appreciates every little thing around her. she sees herself as a good person who is just trying her best

how are they seen by others?  i think people see her as someone kind and full of life. something like the embodiment of hope. maleficent probably sees her as a nuisance though

strongest character trait?  i’d say it’s a tie between how much she believes in goodness and kindness, and how perserverant she is 

weakest character trait?  she dispairs quite easily, but always ends up collecting herself

how competitive are they?  not very !  it’s about the experience ,  not the result 

do they make snap judgements or take time to consider?  it depends on the situation, i think. but more often than not, aurora is capable of thinking things through before reacting --- except for when it comes to her feelings.

how do they react to praise?  lots of blushing and dismissal ,  though she appreciates it always

how do they react to criticism?  lots of self doubting and crying at first, but she’s thankful and appreciative of it all, because she assumes it means the other cares about her improvement and well being 

what is their greatest fear?  being alone

what are their biggest secrets?  that she doesn’t hate maleficent , and wants to meet and talk to her

what is their philosophy of life?  treat others as you wish to be treated and have faith in love

when was the last time they cried?  when she first saw philip in elias

what haunts them?  fear of never meeting her parents

what are their political views?  she knows nothing about politcs, just wants everyone to be treated with respect and equally

what will they stand up for?  prejudice ,  unnecessary rudeness ,  racism ,  homophobia ,  mysogyny ,  literally anything that puts someone in an uncomfortable spot .

who do they quote?  probably her aunts heh

are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?  outdoorsy !

what is their sinful little habit?  she’s very secretive and sneaky about her thoughts ,  and likes finding little loopholes in things

what sense do they most rely on?  touch and hearing

how do they treat people better than them?  with respect ,  would like to learn from them as well

how do they treat people worse than them?  also with respect , tries to find common ground and understand why they are that way 

what quality do they most value in a friend?  kindness and support

what do they consider an overrated virtue?  detachment 

if they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?  how dependent of others she feels .  it’s not her fault of course, but she wishes she had more control of her life .

what is their obsession?  the feeling of being loved 

what are their pet peeves?  loud sounds / people arguing over silly things

what are their idiosyncrasies?  she tends to panic and overthink things at times, which can be bad

FRIENDS & FAMILY

is their family big or small? who does it consist of?  i’d say it’s decent sized / kind of big ,  considering she still considers the good fairies family .  plus ,  philip’s also become part of her family ,  and his family is huge .

what is their perception of family?  any and everyone who is there for you when you need them most and cares for you as you care about them

do they have siblings? older or younger?  none .

describe their best friend.  i don’t think she has one ?  give her a best friend :(  philip can’t be both okay that’s too much.

ideal best friend?  just someone she can be a silly romantic with, who’ll watch movies and read books and sing or dance with her, maybe go on walks / play with animals too ! 

describe their other friends.  most of aurora’s friends are really sweet ,  nice people .  she’s also protective of many of them ,  like dani for example .  there’s others she actually looks up to ,  like penelope for example or emily .  she thinks they’re both absurdly glamorous and beautiful .

describe their acquaintances.

do they have any pets?  not really, but aurora loves animals and gets along with them so well so ...  who knows heheh she had lots of animal companions back home though

who are their natural allies?  the charmont family

who are their surprising allies?  not too sure but thackery binx and i think hercules zevrous would be an ally to her as well!

PAST & FUTURE

what was your character like as a baby? as a child?  not too different from how they are now. aurora was a very lively, happy child! she was also absurdly kind and was full of life, while being naturally graceful and poised. i don’t think she was one to cry a lot either, and was most grateful for everything the good fairies did for her.

did they grow up rich or poor?  while she wasn’t poor, aurora had a fairly modest upbringing, since she did live in a cottage in the glen back home, but nothing lacked for her in terms of essentials and etc.

did they grow up nurtured or neglected?  nurtured by the good fairies! aurora grew up knowing nothing but love.

what is the most offensive thing they ever said?  i legit don’t think aurora has ever offended anyone like that? if she doesn’t have anything good to say she’d rather not say anything at all, and nothing has annoyed to the point of doing so. at least not thus far.

what is their greatest achievement?  i think still being alive lmao

what was their first kiss like?  oh i don’t know yet 👀

what is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?  i legit can’t think of anything other than her argument with the fairies about philip, but she came around soon enough.

what are their ambitions?  to be reunited with her family, to have a big wedding with philip, to understand maleficent’s ideals, to become more independent.

what advice would they give their younger self?  to just believe in herself, and that everything will fall into place. 

what smells remind them of their childhood?  fresh flowers and grass.

what was their childhood ambition?  to find love.

what is their best childhood memory?

what is their worst childhood memory?

did they have an imaginary childhood friend?  nope!  she had a fair amount of animal companions, so there was never any need for imaginary ones. 

when was the last time they were crushed with disappointment?  that brief moment when meeting philip in elias where she thought she would have to ignore him for the rest of her life due to being engaged to someone.

what past act are they most ashamed of?  arguing with her aunts over love and being so sad/crying so much about it.  still, she doesn’t think she could have behaved any other way.

what past act are they most proud of?  i think she’s extremely proud of how she’s been living in elias so far,  not relying on others for help and taking good care of herself.

has anyone ever saved their life?  i think in a way, everyone who’s been involved in keeping her away from maleficent has saved her life.

strongest childhood memory?

LOVE

do they believe in love at first sight?  OH HELL YEAH

are they in a relationship?  yes !  happily married :`)

how do they behave in a relationship?  not much different from how she normally does, but she definitely blushes and sighs a lot more every time she thinks of philip.  also loves to talk about him, please ask her about her man.

when did you character last have sex?  ... never 👀

what sort of sex do they have?  none lmao

has your character ever been in love?  OH YEAH

have they ever had their heart broken?  yes, but it wasn’t his fault.

CONFLICT

how do they respond to a threat?  by keeping composure and trying to reason with the person.

are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?  tongue !

what is your character’s kryptonite?  her loved ones, children and animals.

if your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be?  a letter from her aunts, which they gave her before she came to elias.

how do they perceive strangers?  as something she has to be on the lookout for despite nothing they’re not always dangerous.

what do they love to hate?  cold weather. 

what are their phobias?  being alone in a large crowd/surrounded by unfamiliar people, losing her loved ones, being in a completely unfamiliar situation. 

what is their choice of weapon?  words, but i think aurora would secretly love to learn how to use a sword. Let Her Fight.

what living person do they most despise?  i guess the easy answer would be maleficent, but aurora really holds no hatred towards her. if anything, she sympathizes.

have they ever been bullied or teased? no.

where do they go when they’re angry?  wherever there’s lots of flowers and warmth.  or to philip.

who are their enemies and why?  maleficent, and that’s because of her father’s clownery !

WORK, EDUCATION & HOBBIES

what is their current job? n/a.

what do they think about their current job? n/a.

what are some of their past jobs? n/a.

what are their hobbies?  dancing (she’s been learning ballet in elias! ), singing, gardening / caring for her flowers, reading.

educational background?  homeschooled by the good fairies, i’d say she has a good grasp on history, mathematics and a few languages, plus other things she’s learned on her own.

intelligence level? slightly above average.

do they have any specialist training? no.

do they have a natural talent for something?  singing !  she’s very gifted when it comes to music and dancing, but singing is definitely where her talent lies.

do they play a sport? are they any good? nope, and no, but she could be !

what is their socioeconomic status?  despite still leaving a fairly common life in elias, aurora is a princess, so she is extremely wealthy. her family is in charge of her expenses in elias, yet she doesn’t spend a lot.

FAVORITES

what is their favorite animal?  she loves all fauna, but bunnies and birds hold a special place in her arms.

which animal do they dislike the most?  crows. for some reason they give her a bad vibe, though she likes birds.  snakes and dragons also make her shiver.

what place would they most like to visit?  honesty ... her home lmao.

what is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?  sunrise !  aurora loves waking up in the morning and watching the sky’s pretty colors.  she also adores sunset.

what is their favorite song?  love dance by sergei perkofiev,  fee des lilas by tchaikovsky, quelqu'un m'a dit by carla bruni, moon river by audrey hepburn.

music, art, reading preferred?  all sorts of music but espeically clasical and old love songs. she loves classic literature, but also mystery and romance novels, and her favorite art movements would be romanticism and renaissance.

what is their favorite color? pink ,  but don’t tell merryweather !

what is their password?  briarrose59

favorite food:  i feel like aurora would absolutely love pasta if she tried it.

what is their favorite work of art?  springtime by pierre-auguste cot

who is their favorite artist? jean-honoré fragonard

what is their favorite day of the week?  wednesday 

POSSESSIONS 

what is in their fridge?  a number of juices, some fruits like watermelon and strawberries, milk, ice cream.

what is on their bedside table?  a lamp,  lavander oil, a difuser , perfume bottle and a novel

what is in their car?  doesn’t have one !

what is in their bin? paper bags, crumbled up paper balls, a couple of candy wrappers 

what is in their purse or wallet?  a credit card, some dollar bills and she always has a coinpurse around, just in case.

what is in their pockets? i think some seeds for birds to eat.

what is their most treasured possession?  a gold necklace with a heart pendant, the letter the good fairies gave her.

SPIRITUALITY

who or what is your character’s guardian angel?  OK LETS GO. i would say the good fairies or thackery are her guardian angels, but if i had to name an actual angel, i think it would be chamuel.

do they believe in the afterlife?  yes, she believes everyone that leaves is going somewhere else.

what are their religious views?  she doesn’t really follow any religion in particular, but believes a lot in karma and in the whole “do no harm but take no s***”, “treat others as you want to be treated” way of life.  she does, however, believe in a higher power.

what do they think heaven is?  a place where there’s no sadness, no pain, no evil. somewhere where there’s nothing but love and joy and people are able to live in eternal bliss.

what do they think hell is?  a place where people who hurt others and lived a selfish life learn from / are punished for their mistakes and hopefully become better. maybe one day they’ll reach heaven.

are they superstitious?  a little ,  but not to the point where it clouds her judgement .

what would they like to be reincarnated as?  a bird or a beautiful flower .

how would they like to die?  peacefully ,  before philip ,  hopefully in her sleep and surrounded by her loved ones 

what is your character’s spirit animal? a swan or dove

what is their zodiac sign?  pisces 

VALUES

what do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person?  i think lying/keeping someone in the dark all their life as was done to aurora is something she would never want anyone to go through. that and betrayal. 

what is their view of ‘freedom’?  to be able to follow your dreams without fear or worries, to live the life you want.

when did they last lie?  she doesn’t lie !

what’s their view of lying?  incredibly wrong and hurtful. please don’t lie to her.

when did they last make a promise?  not sure.

did they keep or break their last promise?  she always keeps her promises.

DAILY LIFE

what are their eating habits?  she’s very healthy, eats all her greens and fruits and veggies, but will allow herself to indulge in sweets every other week. aurora grew up healthy, but there’s a lot of delicious food in elias and out in the world, and she would like to try it all !

do they have any allergies?  she’s allergic to a few metals, which results in all of her jewelry being real gold. 

describe their home.  i suck at words so here’s a few pictures that i think fit the vibe of her home !  bedroom / bathroom / random wall / kitchen / corner of living room  

are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder?  minimalist !

what do they do first thing on a weekday morning?  shower !

what do they do on a Sunday afternoon?  she usually goes for strolls around town, the library or mama odie’s for a nice snack !

what do they do on a Friday night?  relaxing bubble bath and netflix, no joke

what is the soft drink of choice?  none

what is their alcoholic drink of choice?  she doesn’t usually drink alcohol, but isn’t opposed to a bit of wine

MISCELLANEOUS

what or who would your character dress up as for halloween?  i can definitely see aurora dressing up as titania or a fairy of sorts.

are they comfortable with technology?  it was a bit difficult at first, but now she’s much better at it !  still messes up quite a bit though.

if they could save one person, who would it be?  i think philip, since the fairies probably wouldn’t need her help.

if they could call one person for help, who would it be?  in elias, probably thackery and if not him, philip. however, if she’s panicking, philip will probably come first. 

what is their greatest extravagance?  she has a

what is their greatest regret?  doubting her family’s concern for her even if for just a split second, as well as arguing with the fairies.

what is their perception of redemption?  she thinks everyone deserves a chance at it.

what would they do if they won the lottery?  charity.  everything goes to charity.

what is their favourite fairytale?  steadfast tin soldier.

what fairytale do they hate?  the little match girl, for it just makes her cry a lot.

do they believe in happy endings?  absolutely !

what is their idea of perfect happiness?  to be surrounded by people who love you just as much as you love them.

what would they ask a fortune teller?  if her family and kingdom will be alright , and if maleficent will change for the better.

if your character could travel through time, where would they go?  i think the day of her baptism, just to see what really transpired.

what sport do they excel at?  i feel like she could be very good at tennis, equestrianism and fencing !

what sport do they suck at?  i can’t see her being good at anything that overly relies on strength, as aurora is too graceful and delicate. she legit doesn’t wanna do anything that’s too brutal or something.

if they could have a superpower, what would they choose?  to fly or to properly speak to animals.  maybe shapeshifting / changing her appearance so as to hide with easy could be helpful.

[songzhong]

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GENSHIN IMPACT ASK GAME

1. Who did you choose as your traveler?

KONG / AETHER ! Pretty much because I prefer to play male characters. Since he is a blank slate, I personally picture mine as a kind, calm, very self reflecting, “on the verge of breaking but my mission and love for the person I yearn for (in this case his sister) keeps me going I have literally no other option” hero type, much like, let's say, Syaoran in Tsubasa RESERVoir CHROniCLES and Suzaku Kururugi in Code Geass (as they were based on the same type made by CLAMP) and personally prefer depictions of Aether looking like a young man than a young boy. I understand where mihoYo came from with BOTW and appealing to a wider audience with more teenage-looking characters, but you know I'll always be a bit sad that we didn't have the option to look more like an adult like the Honkai Impact male protagonist.

3. Your favorite party?

Casual showcase for friends. I’m a midcore type of player so I always like a good mix of meta and characters I like. I got talked into rolling for Childe even though he’s not necessarily my favorite character, but ended up REALLY liking how he plays he’s so fun. He still doesn’t do as much damage as Physical Zhongli which is pretty cute.

Childe C0 / Zhongli C4 / Bennett C6 / Xiangling C3 Heart of Depth set / 2 Noblesse 2 Gladiator (WIP) / Noblesse Oblige set / Crimson Witch set

Tested both Vaporize and Electro-Charged comp as Childe is... basically a main DPS support and is 100% dependent on either Xiangling and Fischl hahaha and by far I preferred the Vaporize burst damage... plus I get to play two polearm characters (well, technically three ~).

6. The character you have but you never use?

I literally got no use for Razor even if he’s C6 and a genuinely great character to play. Zhongli fill all my physical DPS need, and Razor is an extremely selfish character who cannot be used as sub DPS so... RIP. Lvl 1 forever.

22. Your favorite character’s design and the least one?

My favorite is by far Zhongli. I mean we’ve all seen the man. People who have been following me since the beginning know I cannot shut up about anthropology and history, and with Zhongli mihoYo are hitting the mark in so many places. From the motifs, to the very silhouette, every detail has a reason to be there, and is such a clever and gorgeous mix of modern fashion, but also ancient China emperor robes, and I could go on and on and on. I can’t get tired of looking at this man. The favorite thing about his design to me are his shoes. I LOVE good dress shoes, and Zhongli’s are absolutely beautiful. Just minimalist enough to be classy but with some golden details that mesh perfectly with his outfit, and an elegant shape that complement his curves... I’m in love.

My friends are going to kill me, but my least favorite is Beidou hahahaha. Listen, in itself, I think she’s a beautiful hommage to Madame Zheng, the historical Chinese pirate queen,  with red colors, the smugness, the hairstyle, etc. However, I do find her personally too all over the place to find her looks appealing, despite the characters being very cool. It seems to not commit to a direction unlike the other characters. She’s tomboyish with the top and gloves, but then her hair are long and feminine, it looks like she got short pirate practical clothing but then all of a sudden it’s a long dress... I just find it visually messy. But it is a matter of preference. Really, all characters in Genshin are honestly fantastic, and any serious criticism on visual design is, to me, bad faith nitpicking.

30. Something you like in general.

How mature the storyline and characters are, despite the game being PG. It has darker moments, but is not childishly edgy like many shonen are. All characters are clear, colorful archetypes, yet none act out of the scope of their character personality just for the sake of drama and plot : the writing doesn’t take for granted that the characters, especially the adults, are exceptional individuals, they SHOW it to us. And this is great writing. They are rational and composed, even if their personality can be active and impulsive. Whereas cheap anime writing nowadays tend to just TELL us a character is exceptional without actually showing it to us.

It is a mature handling of setting and character that made me like Childe’s character so much, when normally he wouldn’t be a type of character that appeal to me that much in an anime context. Childe is a very, very well written character who acts pretty childishly, but is still a capable adult with a head on his shoulders, and results to show the mastery of his craft. He is just realistic enough to feel like a full fledged person who puts up a charming, dismissive front but is so much more. I really, really appreciate this and will continue supporting anime writing like this.

35. A random headcanon.

No matter if their relationship is positive, negative, friends, enemies, rivals or lovers, whenever those two duos interact in the same room, it’s gay af. No homo bros.

[fvlminare]

✗✗✗   you see [ camille rivas ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she / her ] has been here for [ three years ] now but they’re still pretty [ calculating ] which is fine because they’re also [ ardent ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-six ] year old [ dancer at mayhem ] actually looks like a lot like [ sofia carson ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ the rush of cocaine in her veins & a vice grip on her throat ]. 

henlo it me again! i hope u guys aren’t sick of me yet bc here’s my other bb! say hello to my boss-ass bish gal camile! she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. she’s a rather feisty, fiery, ball of rage and anger who cba with ur bullshit tbh n she’ll tell u this too if u piss her off enough! she’s lowkey cutthroat and always out for number one, aka: herself. but, i mean, she does have some redeeming qualities and her hair is bomb af so that makes up for it all really, doesn’t it? basically that meme: ‘ she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. ’ anywho, you know the drill, slap a lil luv on this n i’ll come pester u for all the good stuff : - ) 

fundamentals.

CAMILLE ALARA RIVAS     —     twenty-six, dancer at mayhem,   +   an honest-to-god vixen   /   hellcat   /   lil demoness ! 

aesthetics   ➤   dresses of black lace and red velvet, the scent of chanel perfume lingering in the air as she floats past, blood-red fingertips coiled around the pistol grip of a gun, red-bottomed heels clicking against marble floors, rose gold highlighter shimmering along the height of prominent cheekbones, satin dresses draped over a svelte frame that is shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue, baby pink roses in a vase on the window sill, deft fingers stained with charcoal and oil paint, the melodic chime of piano keys, delicate digits adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across full crimson lips, long raven locks blowing in the cool breeze of a summer’s evening, battered books with dog-eared pages, a sense of freedom and carelessness when dancing for fun, & a sense of allurement and captivation when dancing for work.

nicknames. cam, cami, mil, millie, spawn of satan >:~)

date of birth. april tenth.

gender. cis female.

pronouns. she + her.

birthplace. manhattan, new york.

orientation. pansexual + demiromantic.

education. bachelor of dance degree obtained from nyu tisch school of the arts.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, spanish, & latin.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, caustic, brusque, obstinate, destructive, deceptive, & promiscuous.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, poised, elegant, headstrong, observant, independent, & confident.

strengths. optimistic, energetic, creative, practical, spontaneous, rational, knows how to prioritise, great in a crisis, & relaxed.

weaknesses. stubborn, insensitive, private, reserved, easily bored, dislikes commitment, & has a rather risky behaviour.

talents. ballet, knife throwing, hand-to-hand combat, horse riding, figure skating, piano, violin, painting, singing, & dancing.

physiology. hazel eyes. dark brown hair. five feet, four inches tall. of a petite, slender stature with subtle curves and long hair. has a long silvery scar on her back. her skin is clean of any tattoos. has both earlobes pierced. requires glasses but wears contacts most days. is right-handed.

psychology. aries zodiac. fire element. ravenclaw house. istp-a. true neutral. type seven enneagram. choleric temperament. intra-personal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and abandonment issues. her vices are lust, greed and wrath. her virtues are ... ( again ) honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers   :   child abandonment, abandonment issues, foster homes, alcohol, drugs, violence, gore, blood, murder, & death.

a synopsis.   ok so for this gal, let’s all give a big, warm welcome to sadness ( no, i was in no way at all inspired by salem from sabrina for that line ) bc boy oh boy, her life has been constant grief and pain, tbh. strap in for the bumpy ride, i’ll give u cookies for compensation. OK SO, camille was abandoned as a baby, never did—and still doesn't—know her biological parents and she doesn’t want to either, tbh. she bounced around from foster home to foster home, never sticking in one place for too long. given her turbulent upbringing, she was somewhat of a difficult child. too boisterous, too unruly, too stubborn, too inquisitive. too much of everything but never enough of anything. never enough for anybody to want her. it didn’t take the girl too long to figure out that it was just her alone, against the big bad world. from the age that she was old enough to realise it, camille knew that she had to fend for herself—that she could never truly rely on a single soul but herself. the hollowness inside her chest never quite satiated, leaving her empty and only too well aware of the lack of her real parental figures. as a young adolescent, this started to crawl under her skin and mess with her mind. it rendered her void of affection and unable to form genuine bonds with others—filling her with deep-rooted resentment that festered beneath the surface of the indifferent demeanour she plastered over herself every day. she always felt starved of love: as if some integral part of her heart was missing, leaving a gaping void that nobody could ever fill. anywho, she fell in with the wrong crowd which did little to aid her foster families hostility toward her. truthfully, most of her experiences in various homes were ... not pleasant. she’d encountered abusive ‘parents,’ horrible ‘siblings,’ and even worse schooling days. pressing the self-destruct button is this gal’s speciality thus she found herself gravitating towards her vices: things and people she knew were no good for her. drink, drugs, people, you name it. quickly, she realised that these things were no longer any good at keeping her dark side at bay: she needed something more, something deeper. thus, she began going down the road of petty crimes—stealing cars, smashing windows, theft, setting fires both metaphorically and literally. due to this lifestyle, she wound up entangled with some real shady folk who did … even shadier things. most specifically, she started dating a real jackass who was violent and truthfully, a horrible person, really. stupidly, she decided to run off into the metaphorical sunset with him * insert eye roll emoji here. * so, fast forward a year or so and things took a swift nosedive when her lowlife boyfriend’s hands were round her throat and not in the kinky way. while she’d clawed at him and tried to fight him off, she struggled against his weight and strength until, eventually, she lifted the first makeshift weapon she felt: a rusted pair of scissors. [ TRIGGER FOR VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, MURDER, DEATH ] and, in a blind state of panic, she jammed them right into his jugular vein, his blood squirting out and decorating her face in crimson splatters. he’d stumbled backwards, clutched onto his neck, blood spurting from the webs between his fingers. naturally, camille was shook about this but somehow managed to flee the scene with less guilt rattling her soul than she’d imagined. [ TRIGGER OVER ] in her mind, it was an act of self defence. it wasn’t too long after the incident that she found herself in a rather perilous situation that resulted in her sudden realisation that she needed to get her damn life on track. therefore, she done the responsible adult thing and got herself a decent education. somehow, she managed to get into university where her life started to shape into a positive one—the kind she’d always dreamed of. once she graduated, camille decided that she wanted to see the world. following a couple of years travelling, she wound up in santa ysabel where she quickly fell into the employment of mayhem. admittedly, this was a far cry from the future she’d envisioned when she was just a sweet, innocent lil child. still, all in all, she kind of digs who she is and what she is: after everything she’s been through, she loves herself. it’s been a long and winding road but camille finally believes that she’s settled in her life now. tho she still refuses to let people in, her abandonment issues terrifying her to the degree that she feels that anybody she’d ever let into her life would eventually leave her in the end. * insert sad face emoji here. *

random extras.

her tell? playing with her hair: when she’s lying, nervous, flirting—you name it!

can drink any man under the table. 

she loves art in every form: paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.

she’s ... experimental. she’s experimented with just about everything: hairstyles, clothing, drink, drugs, people ...

can be hella calculating and vindictive so do not cross her.

quite power-hungry tbh.

she does have a shot at redemption but she doesn’t want it lmao. she’s already been to hell so why bother trying to right her wrongs?

and boy, are her wrongs a century-long list shkjsh.

high key is not above killing people who don’t do things her way.

doesn’t believe she’s capable of loving anyone.

she’s lowkey a perfectionist to the point of being ruthless, also cutthroat and egotistical.

if ya ain’t of use to her, then what the heck is ur purpose???

she’s v ambitious, v morally ambiguous, v self-serving and v self-involved.

she can be ... aggressive sometimes and most definitely has anger issues.

dry sense of humour one million per cent.

her signature look is her blood-red lips.

extremely skilled with knives and blades. and always carries one on her person at all times.

her most prized possession is her brushed chrome zippo lighter. it has her initials engraved into it and where she got it from, or who is something she’ll never tell.

always says she needs to quit smoking but never does and probably never will either.

did someone say ... resting bitch face???

tho when she smiles it’s like sunshine uwu

high key will sleep with anyone.

first place is the ONLY acceptable place, ok??? 

one of those people who just excels at everything she tries her hand at.

absolutely adores animals. much prefers them to humans.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her blood.

doesn’t take herself or her life too seriously.

always up for a good time and is usually the life of the party.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

much too sassy and sarcastic for her own good.

really, she does what she wants to, when she wants to, without seeking the approval of others.

truthfully? she’s a bit of a spitfire if you really irk her. so, watch out.

you can find a pinterest board for her by clicking anywhere here.

[almostdefinitelydying]

Today has been... A bit of a day.

First off I talked to like 4 people before even having breakfast bc that's just normal now with the selling of apartments and such. (Reminder that my introverted CFS ass usually takes like 6 hours to wake up).

Then I put in an offer on the apartment in Kvelde, and set the expiration tomorrow at noon. Realtor is apprised and now we just have to wait for confirmation.

Then we decided to go to the thrift store to look for tables, since I now no longer have any furniture x) (I do, but I'm a classy bitch and want matching shit for once). And with masks on we perused the aisles and actually found one! Teak, vintage from 1950s, in great shape, super cheap! So I got that and 4 sickeningly adorable tea cups.

Huzzah!

Exhausting, but good.

Then we drove back up to the new apartment to look around the area again, and to poke that familiar "AAAAH!! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!" feeling that comes with any and all major life changes. And with my terminal stage 4 cancer aunt in the back seat too. It was actually a pretty good trip all in all. But not exactly kind on the spoon levels..

Then I got home to a text from my until currently gf Jo telling me she's too exhausted for a relationship with anyone (I can ofc understand that, she's disabled too and it's been a LOT recently for everyone), and hopes we can be friends again down the line.. which.. yeah... Of course.. I mean...if one person wants out that's pretty much it isn't it.. I guess I'm just feeling a bit miffed that after 5 years there was a bit of drama in a time where everyone is frazzled af bc of a pandemic and now we're not even friends anymore??

Idk.. I'm still just kinda.. reeling.. confusedly. But there's no point in pushing it either, bc it seems like she has more than enough on her plate already and have stated her wishes pretty clearly.. all I can do is respect it, albeit confusedly so.

And you thought, a day with all that, it's surely over by now, right?

WRONG!!! xD

Trying my very best to decompress in fallout 4, wondering where dogmeat ran off to, the other realtor calls and tells me there's finally been an offer on my place! At 10pm at night, but who cares! And it's at the listing price, so I don't have to do the back and forth dance like we did last time, so woohoo!!! (But you see now what I mean about emotional whiplash??)

I feel like I'm trying to stand upright on a conveyor belt while there's 4pm traffic trying to occupy the same space time O.=

So now I'm gonna try my best to sleep for maybe a few hours and then it's back to "PROJECT SELL AND MOVE AND BUY AND MOVE AND TRY NOT TO DIE FROM EXHAUSTION AND ONE PNEUMONIA WAS ENOUGH THANK YOU VERY MUCH".

[abstract-apocalypse]

Tagged by @tarberrymentats! Tysm for the tag, u da bess!!!

Tagging: @isodopeds​, @chaosintheavenue​, @bitter-root-tea​, and anybody else who sees this and wants to! I’m not sure who’s been tagged yet, so... yeah. I’m always so bad at the tagging people part of this.

Doing this for my 76 protagonist! (What are we calling them? Vault Dweller is already taken...)

- LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Della Prince

Eye Color: Bright blue

Hair Style/Color: Jet black, long and usually worn loose and curled, though sometimes she likes to do an updo, braids, or victory rolls.

Height: 5′5 or 6

Clothing Style: Classy 50′s stuff. She prefers skirts and dresses, heels, pearls, generally a high femme kind of vibe. She looks good in lots of colors, but prefers black, white, red, and pink as a general rule. She’s pretty vain and makes a strong effort wrt her wardrobe and personal styling-- one of her least favorite parts of living in the wasteland is having to dress practically to do missions and such, though at least the Chinese Stealth Suit is pretty sexy.

Best Physical Feature: She’s really a knockout by most people’s standards (especially those of the pre-war culture), so it’s hard to say! She’s stacked, with that classic hourglass shape, so maybe that? Or her hair? It’s super dark and a little wavy, and she styles it to have that classic Hollywood big-loose-curls look.

- LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Not being good enough for sure. Her parents kinda pushed her to be perfect, and were emotionally distant, and she has this complex about how if she isn’t perfect nobody will love her.

Guilty Pleasure: Being vulnerable and emotionally open. She tries her best to avoid it, but if it happens and she can’t help it, it’s so nice to open up and show the parts of her that aren’t perfect, even though she’s always consumed with shame after.

Biggest Pet Peeve: People not having manners. Just because it’s the apocalypse doesn’t mean you can’t be dignified.

Ambition for the Future: Success, material comfort, and maybe if she gets lucky, being genuinely cared about.

- LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: What she needs to do today and how she’s going to do it.

What They Think About the Most: How to succeed at whatever task she’s currently set to, how to play on people and get what she wants.

What They Think About Before Bed: Normal lying-awake-at-night things like will I ever really be happy? What if I fail at this thing I have to do? Oh god remember that time I screwed that thing up? And of course, daydreaming about her dream life and the guy she’s crushing on.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: She’s classy af, smart, charming, and drop dead gorgeous. (Also a little conceited, as you can see by her laundry list of things she loves about herself.)

- LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Single, though she’s certainly not opposed to larger social functions with the bae! Gotta show up at the party and blow everyone’s minds with your cute bf

To be Loved or Respected: Loved.

Beauty or Brains: Both! She’s smart as hell, and that’s her biggest asset-- she’s persuasive, charismatic, and intelligent, but of course her looks are a big help too and she cares a lot about both.

Dogs or Cats: Cats.

- LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: As needed. If it’ll get her her way, absolutely.

Believe in Yourself: Not really.

Believe in Love: In theory, but she’s unsure if she can ever find it for herself.

Want Someone: She found a really handsome guy living down in the Whitespring Bunker, and immediately got fixated on him, though she tries not to show it. (No it’s not MODUS it’s @mojave-musing​‘s Sam.)

- LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER?

Been on Stage: Not formally, but she likes to karaoke and whatnot.

Done Drugs: She drinks socially, and has probably used some chems in desperate situations, but not recreationally.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Not to fit in per se, but to try and be the perfect person she’s always striving to be.

- LAYER SEVEN: WHAT’S THEIR…

Favourite colours: Pink and red.

Favourite animal: Cats.

Favourite book: I don’t read as much as I’d like to, so I don’t have a big mental library to pull from... Something classical and intellectual, probably about sad rich people or something. Somebody who can read help me out

Favourite game: She likes card games, especially ones with bluffing. She’ll clean out the whole table.

- LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DOB: August 21st, 2079

How Old Will You Be: As of Reclamation Day, she’s 23.

Age You Lost Your Virginity: 15

Does Age Matter: Absolutely. Young men need not apply.

- LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: accomplishment, socializing, and decadence.

I feel: fine. (Like she’s walking on a tightrope of adequacy.)

I hide: nothing. I have nothing to hide. (Her feelings and vulnerabilities.)

I miss: material comforts.

I wish: things were a bit less roughing-it. I hate having to beat wild dogs to death with a baseball bat every time I go outside.

[cards-onthetable]

Hello and welcome

To another season of the Bullshit.

On today’s episode, we here at @cards-onthetable provide the usual top-notch analysis you’ve come to expect, this time about the promo pictures released for Blue Bloods 200th episode, the season 10 premiere, impending just a couple weeks away (God help us).

Specifically, we will discuss the STUPID RIDICULOUS WARDROBE CHOICES on display.

Exhibit A.

We’ll start easy, with our least offensive example.

On Jamie, we see a classic navy blue polo shirt purchased from the school uniform line of the Young Men section at Target. We’re here for those short sleeves. We’re less here for this dad-dressed-up-for-dinner-at-Olive-Garden (a classy establishment, but not Too Fancy) vibe. Where’s the t-shirt, yo? Rating: 6/10.

On Eddie, the outfit of the day is a pink striped tank top tied at the waist, paired with jeans, we’ll assume (when has she ever worn shorts?). The top is an odd choice for a character who never wore pink, or like, cutesy styled shit like that. Also, the jeans are a shade of denim better suited for soccer moms who drive minivans and want to speak to your manager. All in all, would rather see a v-neck tee or maybe a solid tank top in some neutral or darker color (where’s my olive green at?) and some pants with a little more character. Rating: 4/10.

Exhibit B.

Here, we see our favorite styling department has turned up the heat a little bit. This is a real Dolores Umbridge vibe if you ask me. Erin Reagan sports a pantsuit whose color, if it were a Crayola crayon, would be named “what the fuck raspberry.” The cut is less than flattering, giving the impression of a shoebox wrapped in a 4-year-old’s favorite color wrapping paper. I don’t know about that button placement or jacket length, y’all. And the ‘70s called, they want their wide ass lapels back. Okay and then what’s that blouse she’s wearing underneath? Is it... polka dotted? Floral? Either way it looks like something my grandma would wear out in the garden because it’s not nice enough to wear to church. Also, we have some real questions about those purple earrings. Rating: 1/10.

Exhibit C.

Ladies and gentlemen, this photograph presents some real challenges to our continued unwarranted loyalty to this trashcan show. We don’t even know where to start because this is just. so. abysmal. But we’ll just dive right in on Eddie. That dress is a Choice. A Choice that reminds us of something we may have seen Ma sew for the girls on The Waltons, or maybe Little House On The Prairie. The length. The neckline. The print. The general shape. We’re not saying she should be walking around like in a bikini on this apartment hunting adventure (which also, btw, just gag me it’s fine). But... yeah. This is a Choice. Also, that purse is empty af. Also, she’s a cop. Where the fuck is she carrying in this getup? Nice work, prop folks. Rating: 0/10.

Now, moving on. Sergeant Jameson “Dad Bod” Reagan. In another polo shirt. Did Eddie move in and throw out all his plain, 🌶 t-shirts to make room for her pink tank tops and mom jeans? This one happens to be the color of literal shit, so that’s nice. It’s really a complimentary shade for his skin tone and personality. This Shit Shirt is paired with some khaki pants. But not just any khaki pants, friends. These pants have POCKETS. MANY of them. You could even call them... CARGO PANTS. Like he’s approaching this apartment hunt as a goddamn military black op. Or a dad going into a baseball game who doesn’t want to carry a bag, so he’s got his wallet and his windbreaker and a water bottle and probably half a damn Radio Shack store in there. I bet he’s wearing Merrill low top hiking shoes purchased at Dick’s Sporting Goods. Like this place looks fancy, does he think that outfit is the way to score a lease at some fancy ass place? Or maybe it was his strategy all along to get Eddie to settle on a more Realistic place. You know, because of the Billz. Rating: -8/10.

[vespcr-blog]

* ↪ park sooyoung ( joy ). she/her. cis female. ╱ i thought i saw vesper bang getting questioned by the police. the twenty-two year old is in their third year at west bridge studying classical music. they were at manon’s party because she was hooking up with the dj. do you think they had something to do with her death? + the bitter taste of gin, hickeys under satin dresses, swollen glossy lips. 

hello hello! i am vic and i was supposed to have posted this last night but i fell asleep sooo hard & lost all the things i’ve written uithgeiohg so basically i’m starting back again!!! also i am sorry in advance and be prepared for the mess that is vesper bang. 

smash the ♡ to have me sliding into your im but also feel free to message me at any times here or on discord @  𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒉 ♡#5789

if you want to have a better mental image, this is her poorly put together pinterest board & you can find her stats right here!

a fair warning, vesper is not the prettiest type of character nor she has the prettiest story so TW: death, abuse, mentions of murder. 

also i am sorry for the longest intro ever, but there will be a tl;dr at the end, i promise.

                                             𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒐, 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑱

                                                                                                          *╱   𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

♡   vesper  was  born  into  an  undoubtedly  wealthy  family,  the  third  generation  of  english-korean  bang  in  london  &  16  minutes  after  her  twin  brother;  to  which  she  insisted  in  saying  that  she’s  been  generated  first,  therefore,  older.  they  lived  a  calm  and  happy  life,  but  when  they  were  twelve,  their  lives  have  been  tinged  by  death  for  the  first  time. 

♡   with  the  passage  of  their  mother,  vesper  had  latched  herself  onto  her  brother  in  order  to  get  through  her  every  day  --  but  this  also  allowed  her  brother  to  use  her  as  an  outlet  for  his  ugly  grieving  form;  back  then,  she  would  never  say  her  brother  was  abusive  in  any  shape  or  form,  but  he  was. 

♡   her  father  was  only  an  enabler  to  that  kind  of  behavior  --  her  brother  was  the  heir,  he  was  the  brilliant  son,  everything  he  ever  wanted  --  he  was  the  raw  form  of  power  and  he  only  needed  and  outlet  for  his  frustrations;  and  she  ought  to  understand  that  he  loved  her  so  much  and  didn’t  mean  the  harm  he  caused  on  her. 

♡   for  four  whole  years  she  endured  in  silence;  she  survived  through  that  by  diving  deeper  into  music  --  by  trying  to  find  a  safe  harbor  in  the  middle  of  it  all.  but  when  he  managed  to  snap  the  bow  of  her  violin  against  her  leg,  to  which  she  has  the  scar  up  to  this  day,  she emerged  from  her  hazy  dreams. 

♡   they  were  both  about  to  turn  seventeen,  their  party  would  take  place  in  nice,  summer  house,  yacht  and  everything.  she  asked  him  for  his  help,  she  wanted  to  see around,  she  wanted  to  see  the  sunset  in  the  sea.  he  was  drunk  --  so  he  agreed;  a  kiss  on  her  forehead  and  the  stench  of  alcohol  that  lingered  against  her  skin.  

♡   the  officials  found  her  thirty-two  hours  later,  adrift,  wrapped  around  a  damp  towel  with  scrapped  hands  and  shaken  legs.  she  said  he  lost  his  balance,  he  was  too  drunk,  she  tried  to  save  him  --  but  failed.  she  wasn’t  a  good  swimmer,  anyway,  neither  she  knew  how  to  pilot  the  yacht.  she  was  thankful  they  had  found  her,  for  she  was  sure  soon  she  would  meet  the  same  end  as  her  mother  and  brother.  with  the  exception  that  they  had  never  buried  his  long  lost  corpse.  

♡  she  came  back  to  land,  when  she  was  already  seventeen.  her  father  still  doesn’t  talk  to  her,  sans  a  drunken  confession  --  that  among  all  of  those  he  had  lost,  she  should’ve  taken  the  place  of  any  of  them.  her  body  is  no  longer  marked  without  her  consent,  and  all  the  money  that  was  written  in  her  brother’s  name  now  belongs  to  her.  owner  of  her  fate,  she  decided  to  do  what  she  loved.

                                                                                                                *╱   𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒

♡   it’s  her  third  year  in  college,  and  she’s  been  immersed  in  it  since  then.  music  has  always  been  her  outlet,  her  own  oasis,  and  studying  that  was  nothing  but  a  pleasant  fact.  vesper  lives  in  her  own  apartment  near  campus,  and  she  even  considered  living  in  dorms,  but  she  opted  not  to.  

♡   a  socila  butterfly,  she  is  rarely  at  home  --  often  found  reharsing  in  college  rooms  or  parties  (  more  the  latter  than  anything.  )  she  get  involved  with  everyone,  and  she  loves  the  mess  and  entanglement  of  it  all. 

♡   that’s  how  she  found  herself  at  manon’s  party  --  the  one  she  would’ve  attended  anyway,  but  being  the  dj’s  current  hook up  had  its  privileges.  

♡   vesper  has  done  things  in  her  past  --  she  has  gotten  rid  of  her  own  brother  in  order  to  survive,  and,  even  though  nobody  knows  of  such  things,  she  lives  in  a gray  moral  area  where  she  thinks  murder  is  a  plausible  option  depending  on  the  situation,  she  is  not  above  it. 

♡   trust  me,  she  is  not  a  bad  person  --  but  she  is  not  one  you’d  call  good,  depending  on  your  point  of  view. 

                                                                                                                             *╱   𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑

pretty,  tall,  rich  english  girl.  had  an  abusive  twin  brother.  got  rid  of  him  in  the  day  before  their  seventeenth  birthday  and  made  it  all  look  like  an  accident.  

great  actress  btw  but  still  wants  to  be  a  professional  musician. also  in  the  fencing  team. 

a  whole  mess  but  makes  it  look  classy  af 

                                                                                                          *╱   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

i’m  going  to  list  some  random  connections  here  but  i  am  always  open  to  brainstorming  &  looking  at  your  own  connections  list!!!  just  really gimme anything  and  i will be  super happy!

the  usual  friends,  enemies  &  frenemies.  she  is  pretty social  so  she  would  have  some  of  those.

i  really  want  a  confident,  someone  who  perhaps  found  out  about  her  past  somehow  and  didn’t  judge  her  (  maybe  she  even  drunkenly  confessed  to  them  )  and  all  the  stuff

party  buddies  --  since  vesper  really  loves  parties,  that  would  be  really great 

she  has  a  lot  of  fbw  since  she  is  a  rather  sexual  person,  and  things  could  always  get  really  complicated  from  there 

gimme everything!

[beyondthewordsweknow-blog]

Perks of being moderately attractive !

          A few days back I was out for a dinner treat with colleagues. As it was time to create an image; I picked a classy white tee from my wardrobe and paired it with black jeans. Me being slightly over-sized, couldn't wear white more as it made me appear one size bigger than I actually was. But to no avail, I wore the same. I stared at myself in mirror, cursed my body shape and my less attractive face and left with disgust. I reached the place on time. I met my colleagues and fancied their body shape and clothes. In the restaurant, we had a jolly discussion about a guy staring at one of them. She was flattered by it while I desired for that kinda attractive face and body. After few hours of chit chat, too many chunks of chilli chicken, handful of fries and two glasses of Virgin Mojito we decided to bid adieu to each other and chose our paths. I was the only one  on my way home while others chose metro way. I set out in completely opposite direction and started walking and looking for a rickshaw. It was 11:30 pm. Many rick drivers refused to take me to my place as it was a bit inside. Still hoping for someone to stop I kept walking until I realized that I am walking in a deserted lane where the things I could see were  few cigarette and pan shops, few rowdies smoking weed, a bunch of guys abusing each other and few ladies dressed up in attention seeking sarees with jasmine flower garlands pinned in their hair and I realized that I was completely unsafe. Mumbai is safe, they say, but fear is never about the place. Fear lies within!            My heart started racing at light's speed. Being a girl is a boon, but being a lonely girl in such a place can prove to be fatal. I madly started looking for rickshaw. I didn't even dare to go ahead on the dark road expecting it to be more unsafe and me being nyctophobic added to it !  My hand entered my pocket to get the cellphone which made me realize that my hands are wet because of anxiety. I tried to turn on my phone but I recalled that my battery was 3% in the restaurant and my phone is dead now. It was like an anxiety attack. Those guys weren't even looking at me but I was scared af. And just to add the weight on the broken table, a girl walked by. She was blessed with a great body; unlike me. Her curves were adorable ! She was wearing a classy ripped jeans and a sleeves-less white tee. Her beauty grabbed the attention of nearby bullies. One of them whistled. Others followed.  They started shouting about not knowing about such "greenery" in their locality. I saw that she was trying to reach somebody through her phone. One of the rowdies shouted, " Brother you going or shall I take the chance?" And I immediately saw her face, she was white with fear. While I was looking at her, some other guy came rushing on bike towards her. She was still scared. She climbed on his bike and left with him. She was safe now. Those guys got busy with their smoking. I was the only one who could understand her state of mind. Really, Could I?              Luckily I got a rick and I felt safe too. While reaching home, my mind starting analyzing few events. Those rowdies didn't even look at me. And I was glad about that. I was the same girl who got upset because no guy was staring at me in the restaurant. The girl who was being fed by vultures with visual teeth had nothing more but a sexy body. And I thanked god for not giving me one at that point of time. There was no problem in that girl's clothes; problem was with those boys' intentions. But one cant shut their eyes, we ourselves have to ensure our safety. There is nothing wrong in having an attractive body. But yes, there are perks of being less attractive ! It is better to be sad if a good guy doesn't look at you than being afraid if a roadside romeo stares and desires bulged flesh on your body. My body which brought the inferiority complex in me few hours back, acted as a shield for me. This shield is not healthy for me but it is definitely a filter. This filter makes it difficult for hungry crowd to differentiate in my stomach and bulge of my upper curves. I don't have to worry about someone craving to touch. Some jerks will still be there. But the number gets less for sure. I don't have to worry about waxing my legs if am gonna wear a midi; I can wear a floor length gown and carry it with grace. I need not worry about fitting in the skinny pants and arm fat. I can just wear a palazzo, style it up with a kurti and oxide jewellery and rock the occasion. I need not care about my less attractive chubby face as pancakes and concealers will make it look fake. So better only a lipstick will make it look simple and sober !              And highlight this one, no face is less attractive. As we know humans are made up of stardust. And how can a part of Star be not attractive enough? After all, it shines !  So my fellow bodyshape-mates out there, don't be upset if people body shame you. Yes we should work on our bodies. But as of for now, be happy with what you have. Don't forget, there are perks of having a not-so-in-fashion body shape !

 Feel free to share if you have experienced any of these perks. #SpreadBooks#SpreadThoughts#SpreadLove

[sweet-star-cookie]

Starglass Zodiac - SSBU Mains

This was a silly idea I had and wanted to test out now that I have all of the new art for my SGZ cast. :’D This took me way too long to make fhdghfjdgsfjhgdsjs Descriptions/reasoning below if you’re so inclined. I finally got the chance to play the hell out of Ultimate and I love it :’D

Cassie - Kirby, Rosalina & Luma    - star children    - r e d    - Kirby: friend shaped     - Rosalina: Her hairstyle helped me design Cassie’s (notice the bangs!) Pisces - Inkling, Peach     - piiiiiiink     - classy ladies     - Inkling: sea creature     - Peach: parasol, dress is frilly like her fins Aquarius - Bayonetta, Zero Suit Samus, Robin       - blue (daba dee daba die)       - Bayonetta: inspiration for her sassy personality and fast movement, legs for days, gun feet parallel to her lightning heels       - ZSS: lightning boots, agile af       - Robin: Levin Sword was inspiration for her lightning rapiers Capricorn - Richter       - he has a whip       - yep (I chose Richter over Simon because his clothes matched better) Aries - Pit, Bowser Jr.       - Pit: angel boi (with blades)       - Bowser Jr.: smol and salty Taurus - King Dedede       - can and will obliterate you, but will be jolly about it         - kind of a dumbass but we love you       - though Taurus wields an axe, she could probably rock a hammer too

Virgo - Lucina, Daisy, Zelda       - some more classy ladies right here       - orange, white, gold       - Lucina: sense of justice/duty, sword       - Daisy: more of a sassier edge compared to Peach       - Zelda: somewhat mystical, oracle-like qualities Libra - Palutena, Wii Fit Trainer       - Palutena: wields a staff, more defensive than offensive       - WFT: balance, calmness (for some reason WFT’s art didn’t have her legs so I had to tuck her behind Palutena lol rip) Leo - Incineroar, Pikachu       - Incineroar: FIRE CAT, will suplex you       - Pikachu: will suplex you but look cute doing it, smol bean Gemini - Ice Climbers, Robin       - IC: twins!!!!       - Robin: spooky book magic Cancer - Samus, Mega Man, Yoshi      - pew pew lasers, helmets/armour      - Samus: bigass pauldrons      - Yoshi: green shell boi, round dependable friend... idk what else honestly he just felt right Sagittarius - Donkey Kong, Bowser      - powerhouses      - Bowser: angry fire boi      - DK: hairy (yes really)      - eyebrow game on point Scorpio - Sheik, Greninja, Lucario, Meta Knight      - golly gee there are a lot of masked ninja boys      - lord those edges      - p u r p l e  (I couldn’t decide between two of Sheik’s palettes so I put both lol) Ophiuchus - Ridley      - green lizard boi      - yep (also main antag)

[pcurrytravels]

Thoughts: New Orleans (Part VI)

Upon disembarking from the boat, we saw that the Audubon Aquarium was still open for another thirty minutes. Given that it was only around the corner from Spanish Plaza, we quickly walked over and, despite being repeatedly told we’d only have twenty minutes, just went on ahead and took a look around…………only to leave fifteen minutes later. Having been to the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago and the Aquarium of The Bay in San Francisco, maybe I just wasn’t judging it fairly. Or maybe I was, because those two blow this one out of the water (pun not intended……but it’s still pretty funny that I used this phrase to describe an aquarium of all things).

One thing the Audubon Aquarium has going for it is being themed around aquatic life in The Americas. There were sections dedicated to nautical life in and around the Caribbean, the Amazon, the Arctic, the Great Lakes and of course, the Mississippi. That’s also where things stop being interesting pretty much. It’s very small, which is odd because the building looks so large from the outside, and the only exhibits that really caught my eye were the piranhas, the catfish (mostly because I’ve never seen live catfish before) and the albino gator. I’d honestly suggest skipping this one entirely, unless you’ve never been to an aquarium before.

Anyway, my phone was dying, and I was musty anyway, so we went back to the hotel room to recuperate. I took a shower, charged my phone and relaxed for about an hour before heading back to the French Quarter. There were about two hours before the Haunted History tour began, so I grabbed some more beignets from Café Beignet as a snack before we hung out on Bourbon again for a little bit.

Even though the history, culture and food were all a higher priority for me than nightlife, I do regret not really taking part in New Orleans nightlife. On Bourbon alone, there’s just so much variety in the nightlife. There’s many different options available, from jam-packed party bars no larger than a booth (see: Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop), to bawdy strip clubs (see: Rick’s Cabaret and Hustler Hollywood), to classy, historical cocktail lounges (see: Old Absinthe House), to tacky, touristy daiquiri shops (see: Tropical Isle and Cat’s Meow) to small live music clubs (see: Bourbon Heat and Funky Pirate), there really is something for everyone there (compare this to The Strip in Vegas where you’ll be treated to an endless amount of mega-clubs, poolside day-clubs and “ultra” lounges that all require one of your limbs to get in, all charge a kidney for drinks, all have disturbingly similar décor and all play the same music). And that’s just Bourbon. I saw a number of venues that caught my interest in not only the rest of the Quarter, but Marigny, CBD, the Warehouse District and the Garden District as well.

I was honestly having a blast just walking down the street and looking in the window of the various bars and lounges; it was only 6 P.M., and they were all already in full swing. I heard so many styles of music. Jazz (be it Brass, Dixie, BeBop or Smooth), R&B, Funk, Bounce, EDM, Blues, Zydeco, Hip Hop, 70s and 80s throwbacks, Top 40, Rock, Ska, Caribbean, Latino…..you name it, they got it. Of course that’s to say nothing of the BEAUTIFUL happy hours and drink specials all over the place. I learned my lesson about having a few drinks before walking around in the heat the hard way on the Cemetery tour, so I refrained from taking part this time, but boy oh boy was I tempted. Let the good times roll/Laissez les bon temps rouler indeed!

Okay, let me take a look at my smartphone watch again. Oh, it’s 7:30 already!? Well then, let’s head on down to Reverend Zombie’s Voodoo Shop for the Haunted History Tour!

There’s a number of ghost tours in New Orleans, all of which varying in quality (based on what I’ve been told anyway), but I could already tell we had picked one of the better ones. Both the shop and the sidewalk in front were overflowing with people. There was a long line, which would be broken up into groups of twenty or so for each tour guide. The sun was setting on the Quarter, and with Sarabelle as our guide, we were off.

Our first stop was in Pere Antoine Alley. It was here where our guide gave us the rundown on investigating ghosts and the supernatural, complete with plenty of witty banter. Yes, Sarabelle was VERY funny, and the humor was a nice touch indeed, even though it didn’t really help make the stories any less horrific.

Moving on, Pere Antoine Alley is along the side of the St. Louis Cathedral; so-named as a dedication to Antonio de Sedella, a beloved Capuchin friar who served as parish priest from 1805 until his death in 1829. Now, local lore states that said alley is haunted by a friar, but whether it’s Pere Antoine or someone else is up for debate. Said alley was also the location of a funeral procession for the six, executed leaders (whose corpses were left to rot in front of the St. Louis Cathedral for WEEKS, mind you) of the brief rebellion which took place against the Spanish Inquisition, wherein another friar known as Pere Dagobert loudly sang the Kyrie. It’s been said that during the early-morning hours, or whenever it’s raining, you can hear the sound of the Kyrie, sometimes accompanied by the sight of a Capuchin monk in this very alley.

From there, we walked down Chartres to Hotel Provincial. Old-timey, quaint, elegant and VERY haunted. What’s the story behind this one, you ask? Apparently, a portion of it served as a military hospital during the Civil War………yeah. I’m pretty sure we all know that war-related injuries tend to be the sort that require surgery and sometimes even amputation. I also don’t think I need to explain the horrors of surgery and amputation in the 1800’s. Basically, anyone who knows the backstory of this place and chooses to stay there on purpose is crazy.

This site in particular is very susceptible to a paranormal phenomenon known as time-warping (I personally think the FQ as a whole has a predisposition towards that actually, but more on that later). Our guide alerted us to a number of reported instances where guests took the elevator, only for the doors to open to the sight of an 1860’s era hospital. People have also reported seeing confederate soldiers writhing in pain on the floor, mysterious blood stains on towels and bedding and even women in mid-1800’s clothing standing on the balconies, likely apparitions of the soldier’s widows.

I feel that I had an experience of my own just walking past; see that photo above? Yeah, I was standing perfectly still for it, and it still came out blurry AF. I took about ten photos of this place and ALL of them came out like that. Maybe my phone’s camera was just acting up. But then again, the lens of a camera is much more infallible than the eyes of a human. Also, while I am very much a believer, mind you, I think I need to give the skeptical part of my brain a bit of thanks. After all, our next stop of the tour was Louisiana’s very own gate to hell the infamous mansion on the corner of Royal and Gov. Nicholls. Widely referred to by locals as merely “The Haunted House,” this was once the home of a demon in the shape of a woman known as Delphine LaLaurie.

Another character you all may know from American Horror Story: Coven; like Marie Laveau, many liberties were taken with her story (the scenes filmed in or around her “house” actually made use of the Hermann-Grima House……..not that I blame them one bit for not using the real thing). That being said, in regards to her story and what really happened, it’s actually pretty difficult to tell where the legitimate facts stop and the sensationalized scandal begins as it is.

As you can see, I did provide a link to a video that gives a basic rundown of what happened, but truthfully speaking that’s one of about twenty different versions of the story I’ve heard over the years. Long story short, she was a local celebrity who threw lavish parties in a big gray house on Royal Street during the 1830’s. Suddenly, a fire broke out in 1834 and it’s revealed that she’s a madwoman engaging in extreme mistreatment of her slaves. The whole town is outraged (yes, you read that right, Delphine was regarded as a special kind of evil even by the standards of antebellum-era Louisiana) and she skips town in the dead of night as a result. Shortly after she left, neighbors began to report hearing screams and cries from the empty house at night; claims which still persist to this day.

The news reports from the era which regard said event are in one of two categories: a highly scandalized and exploitative version of events as seen in the New Orleans Bee, or a brief rundown that gives very little detail as seen in the Times-Picayune. In each version of the story I’ve seen and/or heard, the only details that remain consistent are a young slave girl jumping to her death after LaLaurie chased her around with a whip for brushing her hair too hard, the house fire, said fire being started by a slave who was chained to the stove, a horrific sight in some room on an upper floor, and the LaLauries fleeing shortly afterward. Beyond that, the details widely vary.

In our tour guide’s version of the tale, we were told that the slaves were never seen at the parties, which contradicts what I read previously about how each party seemed to have a different set of slaves; each individual slave rarely ever being seen more than once. And that’s only one of many discrepancies. Honestly, this is a story that was highly sensationalized from the get-go, and it’s only gotten even more exaggerated and over the top over the years, so you can’t get mad about it when the actual truth of what happened has simply been lost to time.

After the events of 1834, Madame LaLaurie was never seen or heard from again. General consensus is that she fled to Paris, but it’s been speculated she may have been hiding out in either Mobile, Alabama or some town across Pontchartrain like Slidell or Covington under an assumed identity. There’s even evidence which suggests she may have discretely returned to New Orleans at some point, if the nameplate and possible burial vault in St. Louis No. 1 says anything. After all, she really did love her house.

Over the years, the house has been used for many different purposes. At first, it went through a revolving door of owners, none of which staying for more than a few months. There was one man who mysteriously turned up dead in the house actually. In the 1870’s, it served as a segregated school for black girls (…….I would say something witty here if I wasn’t rendered speechless), only to shut down a year later thanks to numerous girls complaining about getting scratched and bruised by “that woman.” After that it’s been the location of a number of establishments, most notably a music conservatory, a furniture store and a saloon; all of which quickly failed (gee, I wonder why). In the 1890’s, most of the mansion was converted into apartments; first as low-income tenement units, largely occupied by Italian immigrants and briefly a homeless shelter before becoming luxury apartments in the 1950’s, although the first floor would still be occupied by a revolving door of businesses until the late 20th-century when it was reconverted to a mansion. The revolving door of owners persisted; Nicolas Cage bought the home and started living there in 2007……shortly before his career tanked and he went bankrupt, leading to foreclosure in 2009. Just a coincidence? Could be……but it’s not like this house has had a good track record with any of its tenants over the last 180 years.

These days, it’s owned by an oil tycoon from Texas who hires interior decorators and caretakers to furnish and maintain the house but otherwise does nothing with it. Basically, the “Haunted House” just stands there looking pretty (in the eeriest way possible) and that’s it. Then again, what with past business tenants and residents reporting apparitions of naked men in chains and frightened children pleading for help, a dubious black liquid oozing out of the walls and even the vengeful spirit of Madame LaLaurie herself roaming around, would you want to stay there? Let alone enter?

I tried to take a few pictures but night had fallen, and they all came out way too dark to see anything. As did most of the pictures I had taken after this point ( although I did catch some strange, green and/or blue colored mist within said darkness in a few of them......makes you wonder). In terms of lighting, aside from Bourbon Street and the vicinity of Jackson Square and the French Market, the French Quarter is VERY dark at night. It really did feel like I had stepped back into the 1800’s, and was also why I abstained from going there at night for most of my trip. Not trying to get drunk down there alone, lest I either get mugged or unsuspectingly walk into a time warp of my own.

Whilst spooked by the darkened Quarter, we came upon an unassuming Creole townhouse at 823 Orleans, one of many homes in the area fronted by a gallery held up with poles that are adorned with decorative, protruding trimming of sorts, named “Romeo spikes” in the local lingo. However, they’re anything but romantic; there’s a very gruesome story behind how they got that name, and this property is where it took place.

The story goes that one night, the man who owned this house wanted to take his family to dinner, but his daughter claimed to not be feeling well, so she stayed home while he and his wife went about their way. Upon arriving at the restaurant, he realized he forgot his wallet and quickly went home to retrieve it, only to find his daughter in bed with her boyfriend. Startled, the boyfriend quickly ran out and jumped over the balcony……..only to get stabbed in the hip by one of the spikes. Not able to support his weight, the spike ripped through the entire side of his abdomen, pulling out his intestines in the process, before he fell to this death. It’s alleged that sometimes a shadowy figure can be seen dangling off this gallery from afar, only to vanish if one takes a closer look.

After that, we took a little break. I talked with Sarabelle for a little bit, particularly asking about the Gardette-LaPrete House, only to learn that the tale of a sultan and his harem moving in, only for them to get massacred a few weeks later, is totally fictional (sad face). There’s no news reports of such a thing happening nor is there any record of a sultan ever living at the property. Even then, I still have to ask how such a story came about in the first place. I doubt such a tale would just sprout out of thin air, but moving on, during the break I walked over a block to Bourbon only to see a rowdy second-line in front of Laffite’s Blacksmith Shop.

While tapping my toes to the second line, I peered inside Laffite’s Blacksmith Shop for a moment. Built in the 1770’s, and one of the few structures in the Quarter that survived the 1788 fire, it was originally a blacksmith shop (obviously) that also doubled as a base of operations of the pirate Jean Laffite for a time. Currently a bar, evoking an old-timey feel, it’s lit only by candles, and is also very haunted. Granted, it’s utterly packed with people so not a good location for investigating, but it has long been claimed that the spirit of Jean Laffite himself can be seen blending in with the crowd, only to disappear when spotted; in addition to being the hiding place of a demon who wanders around with disembodied red eyes.  

After our little break, we then headed over to the Voodoo Spiritual Temple on 826 Rampart. In a bit of more recent history, we learned about the couple who resided in the upstairs apartment ten years ago, Zack and Addie. They first garnered attention during Hurricane Katrina, being two of a handful of people in the French Quarter who didn’t evacuate. They’d assist in cleanup efforts, would provide food and other necessities to those in need and helped prevent the various businesses in the area from being looted.

As soon as things went back to normal in New Orleans, things immediately went downhill for the couple. They’d regularly binge on drugs and alcohol, going on to argue and fight as a result. This all persisted for a year until one night where Zack committed suicide by jumping off the roof of the Omni Royal hotel. In his pocket, a note was found that pleaded with the authorities to go back to his apartment and check on his girlfriend (***WARNING*** very graphic details ahead).

And that they did, they entered the apartment, only to find that no one was there………until they checked the kitchen. Inside the oven, they found arms and legs. The pot on the stove contained a human head. Inside the fridge was a large bag containing a torso. Zack had killed, dismembered and attempted to cook Addie. Although cannibalism was widely speculated, a suicide note found in the apartment suggests that Zack was trying to think of a way to dispose of her body and turned to cooking it as a last resort.

The apartment has remained unoccupied ever since, although it is available to rent, and the resident priestess of the Voodoo temple downstairs does offer tours. Apparently, no one’s even bothered to change the stove and the refrigerator ever since that grisly incident took place (…….*shudder*). It’s theorized that a sort of demonic entity has long lurked the premises, and said being is what ultimately drove Zack mad. Even I couldn’t shake the feeling of something with evil intentions staring at me from the darkened windows of the upper floor apartment.

Next, we were taken to a gallery that has paintings of a blue dog on display. Although the artist claims that they were painted as a tribute to his dead dog, it’s widely believed to be a depiction of a creature from Cajun and/or rural Louisianan folklore known as the Rougarou. Like a cross between a werewolf and a wendigo, it is a beast that wanders the swamps and the bayous, and if bitten, you will become one yourself. Granted, there’s no real haunting (or even much fact) behind this one, it’s likely just a story Cajun elders told children so they’d behave, but it was still neat to learn about either way.

Our tour concluded in the alley on the other side of St. Louis Cathedral, known as Pirates Alley. One of many alleged hangouts of Jean Laffite, it’s said that his ghost wanders this location as well. With the lighting on the Jesus statue in the cathedral’s courtyard casting an ominous shadow on the backside of the building, it was here where Sarabelle bid us adieu. From there, well, we were hungry, so we made our way over to Café Maspero.

Café Maspero was delicious, if not necessarily mind-blowing. I had appetizer-size bowls of both gumbo and jambalaya, and it did feel good to finally try these two dishes I have long been fond of in their place of birth. My mom ordered a muffaletta. I had a bite and I honestly just thought it was too much going on, but she liked it. Once we were finished and I washed it all down with my Voodoo Doll daiquiri, we then made our way back to the hotel to rest up for our last day in New Orleans. And I honestly didn’t want to leave.

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For the prompt thingy, Powerfist and shopping for a christmas tree.

I adore this ship so much and I have not written nearly enough for it. Sorry again for the delay!! 

Rating: Everyone Words: ~860

The soft ‘twip’ behind him could only mean one thing: Spider-Well-Meaning-But-Nosey-Man was interrupting his late-night sulking. Danny didn’t acknowledge the soft footsteps approaching from behind, futilely hoping Peter would change his mind and go meddle in someone else’s life.

“Hey.”

He would need to find a new roof. And this one had served him so well.

“So,” Peter said as he swung his legs over the snow dusted roof to sit next to Danny. “Luke came over today, seemed out of sorts.”

Danny studied him from the corner of his eye, unsure if Peter was leading him or if he already knew the whole story from Luke. For a moment, they sat in silence watching the light snow fall over the city. “Quiet night?”

Peter stretched. “Yup.”

Though he would never admit it, Peter did offer good advice most of the time. But, Peter loved holiday traditions almost as much as Luke- and asking his opinion on this would probably end in an argument as well. So, he continued to sulk in silence while doing his best to ignore his intruding friend.

“Okay. Seriously.” Peter broke the silence after a few minutes, sounding tired and exacerbated. “Is this whole fight really over a Christmas Tree?”

“So, Luke did tell you.” They hadn’t spoken in two days now, each doing their best to avoid the other; staying out late on patrol, leaving early, showering at the gym- it was amazing how exhausting avoiding his boyfriend was.

“His side at least. What’s yours?”

“It’s our first Holiday living together… and Luke wants it to be perfect. Well, his version of perfect. I ignored his tree when he had it at his own place- but I can’t in good conscience have a dying tree in my own living room. It's… cruel, barbaric.”

Peter sighed.

“And before you go into the whole ‘the industry leads to more trees being planted than would without’ thing, don’t. Luke already tried, and while I understand, I still don’t want a chopped up tree… But he is so set on having one.” Danny rolled his shoulders, stiff from sitting for so long in the cold. “Like, everything has to be more perfect this year or something. I know it’s our first year living together, but we’ve spent two other Christmases together as a couple and this is the first time he’s been so obsessed.”  

“Yea, living together is different. You know… there are artificial ones…” Peter kicked his legs against the side of the building.

“Artificial?”

“We’re hopeless, aren’t we?” Luke wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulder as they turned down the brightly lit aisle.

Danny leaned against him. “I like this compromise.” He would need to find an extra special gift for Peter this year. After having a good laugh together about their fight, he and Luke rushed out to the store together to shop for a tree. “You know, this will be our tree for years.”

Luke smiled softly as he studied a medium sized tree. “Our tree. I like that.”

“I can get some pine scented incense too.” He eyed a pink tree with lights already attached to it.

“Ah, no.” Luke pulled him away and towards a large 7ft artificial spruce. “This one.”

“But the others have lights already on them.” Danny glanced wistfully at one with lights and garlands tastefully attached to it’s foldable limbs.

“Decorating is half the fun!”

Danny smiled fondly af Luke’s excitement. “Okay. This one, then.”

..

Once set up in their living room, Danny understood why Luke chose this tree. “It’s still weird, having a tree inside like this- but it’s nice.”

“Here,” Luke handed him a box of ornaments. “Help me decorate while I string the lights.”

They worked in comfortable silence with the soft crackling of the fireplace in the distance. Danny worked his way down the box, placing various ornaments where he thought they looked best while Luke carefully wrapped lights around the tree, dancing in front of him as he circled the tree. The ornaments varied in color and shape, but they all fit together harmoniously.  

Towards the bottom of the box, the ornaments changed from the classy ornaments to various characters and some handmade ones which looked sentimental.

“You don’t have to put all of those up.” Luke was on the opposite side of tree. “Whichever you think would look good.”

Danny picked them out one by one, smiling at the bulb with the team photograph inside as he placed it right at eye level. A few he sat to the side, like the one with a women’s leg and a lamp shade (“You are watching that movie tonight!”).

He plucked another from the box and turned it over. It was another clear bulb like the one with team photograph, but this one had a green tint to the glass. He read the words carefully painted along it and nearly dropped it. “Luke?”

He read it again. 'Danny, will you marry me?’

When he looked away from the ornament, Luke was kneeling in front of him with a small box. “Danny…”

Danny carefully sat the ornament down before launching himself into Luke’s arms. “Of course, I’ll marry you!”

“Sweet Christmas.”