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kanene-yaaay · 4 years ago

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Guardian Angels

Kanene’s notes: This universe is basically: Emile is a kid and the sides + Remy are his tiny angel guardians. They’re smol. They can shapeshift. They have wings. They can do magic things. They’re all soft.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Emile and Ler!Logan, Ler!Patton and Ler!Remy. Original AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.000 words. Everything is platonic.

* Tiny/Giant tickles.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Take a break, rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

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“And the botulism… botulism, botulism, b…” Emile bit the tip of his pen, trying to remember the words he wrote on his flashcard yesterday, his mind spinning his thoughts and attempting to run into other fields of memory, but he was sure he could remember that one! Botulism… he used that glittery pink pen his friend gave to his and… “BACTERIA!” He bounced on his chair, “Botulism is caused by bacterias who, as they eat, release CO2. That is why the cans get all-” Emile gesticulated with his pen, poofing out his cheeks and continuing as the small angel waved in a gesture for him to keep going, “-poof! Also, it’s not an infection nor an inflammation when they harm humans and yes an intoxication.”

“Correct. Although you forgot to mention the name of the bacteria, which is Clostridium botulinum.” Logan flew in his direction, passing to the boy the flashcard he carried, ignoring his snickers since the guardian and the piece of paper had almost the same height, saved by a couple of inches, and landed smoothly on his shoulder, wings shaking for a second behind him.

“Okay dokey!” Emile uncapped the pen and began writing on the air, imagining the letters slowly forming the scientific name, murmuring it to himself the entire time. When the last ‘m’ was formed, his voice spiked, a squeal escaping from his mouth.

“Logan!” Emile controlled his urge to shake his head as the feathers continued their lazy grazing on his neck, the smallest opening and closing his wings with a hint of a smirk on his expression, totally unfazed by the titters already building up their way to the boy’s lips. “Lo, noho!”

“I am very proud that you finished your studies for the day. We can of course, advance on your homework if you want, or make some research on a topic you’re curious about but-” Emile scrunched his neck, quickly regretting his decision as the tip of the wings started to tease the sensitive skin behind his ear, soft snorts cutting his high-pitched giggles, “- I believe a break is in order. Besides, Patton also asked to be called on this occasion, if I am not mistaken.”

“Nonono!” The kid yelped, kicking. “Not Patton! Nohohot-”

“Hello, kiddo! Did you call?” Patton’s smile only increased when the new guardian, a tad taller than the first, saw the predicament his ‘kiddo’ was. “Aww, is Logan tickling you pink?”

Emile hid his face behind his hands and Logan may or may not have moved closer so he could tickle that spot right under his jawline, gathering a couple of squeaks. “Oh, yes, Patton, we would like to inform you Emile finished studying for the Biology test.”

“That one he has been stressed about those days?”

“I believe so.”

“Gasp! Congratulations, kiddo!” Patton flew around him, his wings fluttering at highest speed as he maneuvered to stay still in front of the cartoon lover, even if the aforementioned continued to hide, his kicks getting faster. “I am so proud of you. You already did so well!” He hugged his left cheek, resting a small, fond kiss there.

“Pat-Pat!” His smile was so big he could see a piece of it even behind his fingers, the tip of his ears getting painted red as well. “Thahahanks.”

“You’re welcome!” The guardian angel beamed, only leading Emile to giggle harder, completely aware of what comes next. “Now, can I see your hand?

“No!” It was the squealed answer, the boy sliding some inches out of his chair. “Lo, no, n-not there!”

“Not there? Where? Here?” Logan fluttered his feathers under his chin, keeping his voice neutral even when a chuckle fled from Emile’s mouth, “Or perhaps here? Or right here? Maybe you’re talking about this specific, very, very ticklish and unprotected tickle spot here?” He went from one spot to another, keeping his fast pace so the younger wouldn’t guess where his precise, soft strokes would attack next, scribbling on his ears and entire neck as Emile wiggled in protest, laughter increasing with the playfulness of the activity. “I believe you’re asking me to stop tickling you silly, as I believe you humans say, but since the instructions you gave me were unclear, I have no option except continue with my task.”

Emile just squealed - in an extremely cute manner, if you ask them, - shaking his head.

“Come on, Emile, please give me your hand?”

“I-Ihihi can’t!”

“And why not, kiddo?”

“You’re gonna to ti-tickle it!”

“Well, of course I will! But don’t you think you deserve some rewarding tickles after so much work?”

The boy tried to pout, an impossible task with all the snickers bubbling from him as he lowered his right hand in direction of his guardian angel, who shook his wings until a lovely feather fell of them and was quickly caught, its owner passing his fingers across the stem and making it longer, fluffier, ticklier. After a few seconds he finally looked satisfied with his creation.

“I am going to tickle-tickle-tickle yooou.~” Patton sing-songed, approaching his feather inch by inch, trying to not get overloaded by cuteness when Emile yelped and squirmed, yet keeping his hand still. “I am going to tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle you itsy bitsy silly! Aren’t you excited for some tingly tickly tickles, sweetpea?”

Logan slowed his attack, the laughter becoming an aired giggling.

“Pat-Pat!” He kicked harder.

“Okay, okay, kiddo.” Patton fondly smiled, starting to follow the lines of his protected’s hand with the tip of the feather, fluttering and dancing the bristles across every single inch of skin amidst the peals of high pitched laughter from the boy. “Aww, kitty kitty coo! Kitty kitty coo, kiddo!”

Logan and Patton continued their playful reward, filling the room with a music of laughter, yelps, squeals, snorts and giggles for a few more minutes before stopping, patting Emile’s hair as he slid from the chair on the floor, pretending he was dead, an eventual titter bouncing here and there.

A poke on his cheek made him open his eyes, a smile still plastered on his expression as he huffed Patton’s and Logan’s hair – ignoring the latter’s scoff with his usual roll of eyes at the motion, even if the winged tiny made no move to escape from it - with his index finger, protesting.

“You’re two are like thohose cats from Thehe Lady and the Tramp. Working together to be mehean.”

Patton hugged his cheek and Logan pretended he wasn’t looking fondly at them.

[...]

“I will not tell this twice: grab. The. Coffee. gurl.”

“No. Pat-pat said you can’t have any more coffee for the day!”

“Yes, however…” Emile narrowed his eyes at Janus, who seemed to smirk more under his gaze, “your so loved snacks are under the coffee pack and it seems that you won’t be able to retrieve them without moving the coffee, oh, such a pity.”

Emile crossed his arms, a hand holding his chin as he seemed in deep thought. “If I move, you won’t try to get it?”

Remy combed the boy’s hair with his fingers, still laid on his favorite spot on the top of his head basically since the human had arrived home from his playdate, a spot, by the way, which granted the perfect opportunity to the two winged beings to exchange looks without being caught. “Uhh, yaas! Duh!”

Emile turned to look at Janus, who stopped his gesturing mid-air, hiding his arms behind him, turning his attention from Remy back at him with a couple of naïve blinks, a toothless smile resting on his expression. “What?” Was his soft question.

He pouted, crossing his arms tighter.

“I already say I won’t try to get it, gurl, relax!”

Emile knew a trap when he saw one, especially living with his guardians since he was born. He recognized the exact gleam, now clearly resting on Janus’ golden eyes, they all got when they were planning something, the way Remy’s hands couldn’t stay still, the way the bat of wings would get too much slow and their forms would swing slightly in the air… Buuut they didn’t know that Emile knew, the kid thought, loosening his position, so he would use this to make a plan to vanish their evil plan!

“Okay. I’m getting it then!” Cute smiles. Hidden meanings. A plan, ok, he needed a plan. A very good plan. The best one.

“Please,” Janus gestured to the cupboard with his hand, “the floor is yours.”

“I’m getting it right now.” Ok. He was getting out of time. Come on! A plan. He needed a plan! “Very, very right now.”

“Wo-hooooo,” Remy lazily cheered, rolling onto his hair, “you go, gurl.”

He would run. And call Roman if anything happened. The exuberant guardian always loved to save him and he was his hero in a shiny armor, after all! Emile nodded confiantly to himself. He extended his right arm, his eyes nervously flicking from Janus to the cupboard. As his fingers grabbed the bag, his attention turned to watch every movement from the one with golden eyes and a big smirk, who waved at him to continue. His other hand followed to catch his snack, legs tensing to run with both items at the slightest hint of a move from his guardian.

Then something poked and vibrated on his ribcage, making his body jump with the ticklish sensation, the snack forgotten as his hands crashed down to protect his sides, only to be stopped mid-air when Janus attempted to pry the bag of the called ‘life bean juice’ from his fingers.

“No!! That is not fair! You said you won’t do that!” They were basically in a tug war. The kid planting his heels on the ground and Janus summoning his six arms to pull at the coffee with all his strength.

“I said no such thing, dear. I think you’re mistaking me with Remy.” His tune would have seemed as a velvet soft if the words hadn't floated from his grittered teeth with the effort he was currently doing.

“Noicee. Just keep his arms up like that and we will have the victory in a few secs.”

“No! Remy! Rehemy!! Go ahahaway!”

“He is just too much ticklish for this, isn't he?” Janus remarked.

“Noho! I am nohohot! Nahaha! Don’t!”

“Yup! Like a baby! See? I just need to poke here, here and hereee and he goes all cute-cute wiggly-wiggley everywhere.”

“Aw. Poor him.” Janus said, not a single drop of guilt in his tune. “Attack the center of his armpits, he will totally lose it.”

“NO!”

A sound cut the comments, making all the three stop on their tracks.

“Wait,wait. W a i t, did you just snort? Oh. my. god. Adorable. Gurl, I need to see it again.”

“Oh, yes, just my favorite sound in the entire world. Don’t you agree, Giggle Bug?”

Emile just shook his head, struggling to low his arms to protect the sensitive spot but refusing to let go from the bag stubbornly still trapped by his grip, which got weaker and weaker at each pinch, prodding and kneading the tiny guardian delivered at every centimeter of his armpits, flying from one to another while Janus waved with one of his hands, as if they were conducting an orchestra constituted primarily by their playful teases and his wheezed laughter and bubbly snorts.

“The itsy bitsy spider climbed the waterspout…~” The one with sunglasses began to sing, changing his tickles to a spidering motion which followed the patch to the boy’s upper ribs in the rhythm of the song, grinning as the younger kicked in a frenzy, his smile widening.

“Uncle! Uncle!!” He shouted before letting go of the coffee, his body falling to hit the ground. Remy immediately shapeshifted to a taller, adult-human like form in order to catch the child on his arms, giving him a brief hug and safely returning him to the floor as reminiscent giggles still escaped from him.

“Tickling is cheheheating.” Emile proclaimed with a pout, turning his back at them and pretending to ignore both guardians. Janus let the coffee rest on the countertop and flew to the younger’s eye field.

“What if we make a deal? We can help you to make a hot cocoa as a proper apology for our attack. How does that sound?”

Emile’s pout started to disappear. “With magic marshmallows?” He hoped.

“And magic whipped cream.” Remy changed back to his tiniest form, sparkles falling from his sunglasses as he adjusted them. “Just the best to our favorite little monster.”

“I am not a monster, I am the avatar!” Emile’s smile shined bright, gleaming just the perfect amount to melt the coldest heart, the kid bouncing to get his favorite mug from the cupboard, the joy of the delicious treat erasing any pout that one day habited his expression.

“Be careful!” Janus hissed, alarmed. He frowned when a snort came out from his friend’s lips.

“You’re getting soft.”

“Sorry, sorry, mister ‘anything to our favorite little monster’. You lost your touch.”

“Yeah, but I never tried to deny it.”

“Ssshut up.”

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yuriplisetsky-rp · 3 years ago

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Yuri Altin Withdraws from Grand Prix Final Due to Injury

Skater will be replaced by Czech Emil Nekola

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Reigning World Champion Yuri Altin has withdrawn from the Grand Prix Final. The 20-year-old said in a statement that he has re-injured his hip, the same hip he injured in the 2018 Winter Olympics nearly four years ago. “I’ve been pushing myself hard the past couple of years, sometimes maybe a bit too hard, but nothing I didn’t think I could handle, and nothing I don’t think any of my competitors were doing,” he said in his statement. “My body has obviously said otherwise. I will probably need to be more mindful in the future. I am going to take it one day at a time.”

The reigning two-time European Champion has said that Russian Nationals are in doubt as well. According to doctors, Altin must be off the ice for at least two weeks – with Nationals taking place in about three and a half weeks. Altin is the defending and three-time Russian National Champion, winning the last two titles, and also winning the title back in 2017. He was also the hands down favorite for Olympic Gold in Beijing. This now puts that in doubt, leaving many looking to his husband, four-time World medalist and reigning Olympic Bronze medalist Otabek Altin.

Replacing Altin at the Grand Prix Final will be two-time European bronze medalist Emil Nekola of the Czech Republic. Nekola placed third at Skate America behind Otabek Altin Seung-gil Lee of South Korea, and silver at the Grand Premio d’Italia behind Guang-hong de la Igesia. This will be his first appearance at the Grand Prix Final. His the first Czech skater to qualify in at least ten years. Nekola will join other qualifiers Otabek Altin, Guang-hong and Leo de Iglesia, Jean-Jacques Leroy, and Seung-gil Lee.

#blog canon #Fake news articles #yuri plisetsky #gpf21

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Folds in Paper (Chapter 4: Before All the Paperwork Got Signed)[Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, eventual Logan/Virgil (maybe more)

Characters:

Main: Janus, Patton, Remus

Appear: Remy, Emile, Virgil, Logan, Roman

Summary: Janus, a disillusioned senior agent working for the Time Preservation Initiative, struggles to find meaning in a world where time travel could change everything about your life’s history in less than a moment. When time distortions start popping up, threatening the timeline and the fabric of reality as he knows it, it becomes a race against the clock to fix the damage before everything unravels. And the problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12 and your time is up.

With a partner who has more mysteries in his past than Janus had anticipated and an enigmatic free agent time traveler mucking about time always with a clever pun or a time appropriate pet name on his lips, Janus will need to figure out what went wrong with time, and more importantly, how to fix it.

Chapter Summary:

I can draw a straight line Through my mind Right back to the good times Back when all the stars were aligned Before all the paperwork got signed

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Janus was frozen in surprise for a few long moments after Pat disappeared. Which had been, admittedly, his mistake, because, while their window had technically been until 11:17pm and it was only 11:10, the loud crack that whatever Pat had been using for time travel made, garnered the attention of someone else.

“Uh oh,” Remus said, likely hearing footsteps. “Hide.”

That snapped Janus into action, but instead of hiding immediately like a sensible human being, he chose to go for the only link to the man who’d just stolen time travel tech and waltzed away: the mask.

Which… was why he ended up getting arrested.

Remy tsked the moment they were all alone in the police car having come to ‘transfer Lee to another facility.’ Remus was already waiting in the front seat, and flashed Janus a smug smile. If Janus wasn’t still handcuffed, he’d slap him.

“Well,” Remy said. “At least you didn’t shoot anybody like I asked. I was joking by the way. I didn’t really want to pick you up from a 1920s police station period.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“Mmm, nah, ‘cause Remus managed to not get arrested this time, so you defiantly screwed something up.”

“Oh, he defiantly wanted to screw something all right,” Remus said joyfully.

“Remus,” Janus hissed.

“What?” he asked. “I’m not the horny one for once. Well, no, that’s a lie, but it didn’t affect the job this time.”

Janus groaned and leaned his head back against the seat.

Remy pulled into a seemingly random garage around 20 minutes later. “Alright,” he said. “Here we are.” He got out of the car and then helped Janus out before uncuffing him. “Here’s your ‘watch,’” Remy handed him the timepiece that had been confiscated when he’d been arrested.

Janus put it on and activated it. “Shit,” he said.

“What?” Remus asked.

“An appointment with cultural outreach has already been downloaded to my calendar for once we get out of decon.”

“Oof. Going to baby jail,” Remy laughed. Remus was cackling.

“This,” Janus said, “was not a cultural faux pas. I did nothing that indicated that I was not from this time. I am not some rookie.”

“Don’t forget cell phones don’t exist in the 1920s,” Remus sang.

“The real question is whether or not my foot exists in your…” Remus disappeared before he could finish, a smirk on his face. Janus growled. “By Remy,” he gritted out. He selected the decontamination chamber from his queue, ignoring the appointment that came after it for now.

He knew exactly where Remus would be standing when he landed, which was why he stepped forward on reentry to ram into him.

He yelped in surprise. “Sorry,” Janus said pleasantly. “I must have also forgotten landing procedures.

Remus laughed good naturally. “Aw, come on Jay,” he said, bumping Janus back, albeit much gentler than Janus had been. “It’s not a big deal. You just go talk with some crusty old college professor who is far too interested in spoons or something than can be healthy and then everything’s fine.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” he growled. “They’re treating me like I’m an idiot who accidently invented disco in the 1920s when I was conned by some free agent time traveler.”

“‘Conned,’ Remus said. Is that what they’re calling it now?”

“I know where and when you live Remus,” Janus said.

Remus gave him a dopey smile as the decontamination cycle finished and the door unlocked. Janus’s wrist buzzed telling him that the coordinates to the cultural outreach office were now unlocked. Instead of pulling them up, Janus walked to the door.

“Um,” Remus said, following him. “Aren’t you supposed to be going to your appointment?” Janus just kept walking towards their office. “Uh… Jan?”

“It’s absolutely ridiculous that I have to go to Cultural Outreach,” Janus said. “In fact, no one can make me. If they want me to go have a discussion about the definition of ‘bushwa,’ they’re going to have to have me dragged there.”

“Mmm, I feel like The Boss won’t be too happy about that, and I have a feeling she’d be 100% down to dragging you there herself.”

“Well, then, let her,” Janus said, stalking through the door to his office. “I’m not going to…”

“Ah, Agent Picani,” the woman standing next to his desk, clearly waiting for him, said when he came through the door. “Dr. Picani was informed that there were complications with your last mission and wishes to have a conversation with you. He asks that you meet him in his office at the AMO.”

“Oh, um,” Janus said, stumbling a bit before plastering on a regretful half smile. “Unfortunately, I actually have an appointment right now at Cultural Outreach. It’s mandatory and very important, and I have to go now. So, I’ll have to take a raincheck on that.”

“But-” she started, frowning.

“Remus, work on the report!” Janus said quickly as he waved his hand to bring up his timepiece display and jammed his finger at the glowing appointment card in his queue. A few moments later, Janus was at Cultural Outreach.

Cultural Outreach was not part of the TPI, though it often worked very closely with them. It was a collaboration between the government and multiple universities to help government workers, politicians, and other citizens understand and bridge cultural gaps. It had existed before time travel was invented but had expanded to also teach people who needed to time travel how to behave in unfamiliar times and cultures.

After it had to be expanded to provide for the TPI, it had been moved to Silver Mountains University. The building had once just been a museum, but it had been thoroughly renovated and there had been add-ons for office space and some classrooms. It was still a museum, however, its purpose had expanded greatly and there were many areas that were off limits to the general public.

One of these areas was the fourth floor, where Janus’s timepiece had dumped him. This was the floor that was almost exclusively for TPI agents and the staff of Cultural Outreach who worked with them.

He immediately turned away from the reception area, hoping that he could escape and go sit on the university’s quad or something of the like for the next hour or so in hopes the woman his brother sent to fetch him would give up and go back to the AMO. Yet, the receptionist apparently saw him.

“Janus Picani?” he asked.

Janus grimaced and turned back towards him. “Yes,” he said.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. “You’re 5 minutes late for your appointment and seem disoriented.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Is your timepiece malfunctioning?”

“No.”

“Uh… okay. Well, if you sign in here, I can take you to your appointment.”

“…Fine.”

He begrudgingly stepped forward and touched the screen the receptionist gestured to for him sign with his fingerprint, and then let the man lead him down the hall.

The door they stopped at was propped open slightly, but he still paused and knocked. “Professor Eran? Your 2:30 is here.”

Janus had just a moment upon hearing the name to think that maybe there was actually some sort of intelligent design of the universe and whatever being of ultimate power had crafted it was a dick.

The door opened and Virgil Eran’s eyes immediately narrowed on him. “Janus.”

“Virgil.”

“I see you’re still late for everything.”

“I see you’re still a bastard.” Janus saw the receptionist slowly back away in the direction they’d come.

“Why don’t you come in?” Virgil said faux pleasantly.

Janus did, because he really didn’t have much of a choice at this point unless he wanted to jump out of a window… or push someone out of a window.

Virgil turned back into his office and took a seat behind his desk. Janus unhappily followed him in and sat across from him.

He took his time pulling up whatever the TPI sent him and reading it over. “So, I see you failed your recovery mission and were arrested in 1923.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Janus said. “I shouldn’t be here.”

Virgil gave him that same suspicious look he used to give Janus whenever Janus claimed to have not eaten his hot pockets out of the freezer in the middle of the night. He’d only been lying 80% of the time. Virgil had a tendency to forget what he’d eaten in a half-conscious state at 3 o’clock in the morning.

“I shouldn’t,” Janus snapped defensively. “Nothing went wrong with anyone from the time period. An illegal time traveler screwed up the mission details.”

“Well, it is still protocol to make sure nothing slipped when agents go off script. You weren’t prepared to be in a jail cell, and it is possible that you screwed something up.”

“I didn’t screw anything up,” Janus growled.

“Alright,” Virgil said, pulling up a document on his desk. “The mission started on July 27th, 1923 at 9:58pm, correct?”

“Oh, god, we’re not really going to fill out a time sheet? I don’t have time for that today.”

“It is protocol and best that the information is documented when it is still fresh in your mind. Besides, your schedule has been cleared for the rest of the workday.” The bastard was enjoying this. He knew how much Janus hated this stuff.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Janus said, “it was the damned illicit time traveler.”

“And I will be the judge of that,” Virgil said. Janus should have just bit the bullet and had coffee with his brother. “If you truly did nothing wrong, your supervisor will see that when I send this to her.”

Yet, despite the fact that Virgil clearly relished in his suffering, he was charitable enough to do most of the actual filling out of the forms. He’d read out the questions and write down what Janus said instead of making him do it himself. Janus really only had to do a quick quality check and sign it at the end.

He still was an asshole about the details, but really he’d been like that about stupid thing like the settings for the dish washer and how the pantry was organized during their college days before they’d had their falling out, so Janus wasn’t particularly surprised. When they were finally done, Virgil sent it off to get filed by the TPI.

Then, they were left staring at each other with nothing between them but almost a decade of radio silence and a whole lot of awkwardness.

“I should go,” Janus finally said, standing up.

Virgil tilted his head slightly to the side and gave him a half smile. “Don’t lock the door behind you,” he said. “Not that I’d expect you too.”

Janus took it for the clear attempt at a joke it was intended to be and puffed out a breath of amusement with a head shake. “No risk of that,” he said. Then, he turned and walked out of the office.

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#sanders sides #janus sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #moceit #time travel #adriana writes #folds in paper #folds in time universe #remy sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #analogical #emile piccani

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Picani's Therapy House

Virgil feels like he might need some specialized therapy to help with being touch-starved and anxious about asking for love. Fortunately, there is a Therapy House nearby that just might help him...

There, he meets Dr. Picani and his special assistant: Şüräle!

Şüräle is a mythological character that I revamped and turned into an OC. Here's the link to the character:

https://trashyswitch.tumblr.com/post/625922793756917760/%C5%9F%C3%BCr%C3%A4le-added-drawings

In this fanfic though, Şüräle is a cute little grey stuffed mouse. This is what they look like: https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/uOEAAOSwlixfJJgE/s-l1600.jpg

Hope you enjoy! And thanks @agarus-fallen-lershal for the adorable suggestion!

Chapter 1: A Welcoming Environment

Virgil walked into the open door and looked around the room for a second. The waiting room was childish-looking, but also homely. The room was painted a light purply blue color and covered with vines filled with little multi-colored flowers on them. The waiting room chairs were comfy-looking dorm chairs that were littered with cuddly blankets and fluffy faux fur pillows. There were side tables with sequined stuffies and those squishie toys, and even a pop up bin filled with pillow pets! Lastly: in the middle of the room was a kids table and chairs filled with interactive books and coloring pages with crayons.

Virgil smiled at the cute atmosphere, and walked towards the secretary. The secretary was wearing a light blue collared shirt with glasses, and had a big genuine smile on his face.

“Welcome to the Special Therapy House! I’m Patton. Are you here for an appointment?” The person at the desk asked.

Virgil was immediately caught off guard by the loud voice, but felt somewhat comforted by the heartwarming personality. “Y-...Yes.” Virgil replied.

Suddenly, someone else walked into the room. He had a black jacket on, a white shirt underneath and a pair of sunglasses on despite the man being inside a building. “Hey Pat: tone down the excitement a little bit. You’re scaring the poor little anxious man.” The stranger warned.

Patton sighed and turned to face him. “I can act how I want. And I want to make the new person feel welcome.” Patton explained.

“Well, guess what? You’re making the new person feel like running away. You wanna make them feel comfortable and safe. Not overwhelmed and anxious.” Remy explained.

“I’m...actually okay with how Pat introduced the therapy house. It...made me feel better about the type of therapy I’m here for.” Virgil explained a little quietly, but loud enough for the guy to see.

The guy with the sunglasses narrowed his eyes, but soon softened his expression. “Okay. A little warning though, I’m the only one that calls him Pat. Alright?” The guy warned.

Virgil put his hands up in surrender. “Okay.” Virgil replied.

When the sunglasses guy left the room, Patton waved him off. “It’s alright. I like the nickname. I couldn’t care less.” Patton explained to him. Which therapist are you looking to see?” Patton asked.

Virgil started to wrack his brain for a minute. What was his name again? Quickly though, Virgil remembered at least one of the names.

“Picani?” Virgil guessed.

Patton smiled. “Emile Picani! He’s a great therapist. You’re gonna like him!” Patton reacted. “You can go cuddle yourself in a seat over there, and he’ll be ready to see you shortly.” Patton directed.

“Thank you.” Virgil said with a smile before heading over to one of the seats. Virgil picked up one of the fur pillows, and immediately hugged it. Upon seeing an orange pillow on his chair, Virgil grabbed it and wrapped it around himself eagerly. He felt comfy, but it wasn’t enough. Virgil started looking around the room and came across an open chest filled with multi-colored blankets that were each made out of different materials. Happily, Virgil walked up to the chest with his orange blanket and started putting all the blankets on his head and shoulders. Sky blue, pink, brown, red, many different colors of blankets were now piled on top of Virgil. With his body now ready to marshmallow tackle someone, Virgil closed the chest and slumped into the waiting room chair with confidence.

“Uuuuuh...Hello?” Patton muttered, looking at the walking pile of blankets.

Virgil looked up at Patton with insane eyes and a mix of excitement. “I’m a blanket monster…” Virgil whispered in awe.

Patton giggled from the desk. It looked like Virgil was going to destroy the world with his blanket powers. What those powers would really be, Patton couldn’t tell you.

“Mr. San-...oh.” Someone said. Virgil looked up at the door, and gulped when he realized who it was. The man was wearing a white-collared shirt with a pink tie, and a beige sweater overtop. What really told him it was him though, was the name tag that said ‘Dr. Emile Picani, Psychologist and Therapist’.

“.........Hiiiiiiii Mr. Picani…” Virgil said awkwardly, still covered in tons of blankets.

Picani just bursted out laughing and whipped out his phone so he could take a picture. “Oh my gosh! Who knew I’d come across a blanket monster!” Picani joked as he took pictures.

Despite the cute reaction from Dr. Picani, Virgil’s embarrassment struggled to leave him and began to manifest into somewhat awkward laughter. With Picani’s help, Virgil put the blankets back and walked into the therapy room.

The therapy room had the same homely feeling put into it. There was chairs to sit on, a table to draw at if you wanted, a box of stuff in the corner, and a sheeted bed added to the side of the room. Atop the bed, was a little stuffed animal shaped like a mouse.

...Wait...Was the stuffy moving?

“Welcome to my love-atory! It’s a laboratory for those who are lacking different types of love and affection. One of my favorite psychologists to quote, is Neil R. Carlson. After a while of studying kids with little reactions to touch, Carlson said ‘When the enriched kids returned to the typical conditions that involved little touching, the physical and behavioral advantage they had obtained faded. Although the enriched group showed a better response to stress as long as eighteen months later, they still were socially withdrawn and failed to respond normally to other children and adults’.” Dr. Picani explained.

Virgil looked at him.

“Basically what that means, is even though touch-deprived kids are able to handle stress better, they are still lacking the ability to accept touch and affection.” Picani told him. “Have the people in your family been hugging you and giving you lots of love?” Picani asked.

Virgil sat down onto the bed. “Well, I have been getting lots of hugs from one specific caretaker. But everyone else has either grown up quickly, or grown to hate hugs.” Virgil explained.

Picani frowned hurtfully. “Really?” Picani reacted.

“I mean, I do get hugs and love. But I would probably get more love and affection if I could work up the courage to ask.” Virgil explained further, growing awkward from the idea of asking.

“Sounds like you’re a shy man!” another voice spoke. It sounded like the voice was coming from beside him. Virgil looked to the right side of him and reacknowledged the mouse stuffy that was there. He noticed it moving slightly before, but this time…

It was waving at him!

“Hi there!” It spoke suddenly.

Virgil’s eyes widened with surprise as he scooted away from the stuffy. He pointed at it. “Do-Does this stuffy have an automatic talking sensor or something?!” Virgil asked.

“Well yes, but actually no. He does have an automatic sensor...but by sensor, I mean ‘he’s alive’. This is Şüräle! My plushy assistant!” Picani introduced.

Virgil gulped nervously and looked at the little mouse stuffed animal. It was grey, had flat paws and even had a long, peach-colored tail! It looked somewhat realistic, but also cartoony. It had black eyes and no specific nose piece at the end, as well as no visible mouth.

“Nice to meet you! Do you have a name?” The mouse greeted.

Virgil kept in mind the moving black line that outlined the mouse’s mouth. It was...kinda cute! “V-...Virgil. My name is Virgil.” He replied, before holding out a hand. The mouse took one look at the hand, and immediately grew curious and eager for love. So, Şüräle placed his forehead onto Virgil’s hand and started rubbing its face on it. Virgil, surprised by the strange reply to his handshake, started giving Şüräle little pets and scratches. Şüräle practically melted like a puddle from the scratches and laid itself down on its back onto the bed so it could get some belly scratches as well.

“Good to see you two are getting along!” Picani reacted eagerly.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Virgil asked.

“A boy. A manly, macho boy!” Şüräle replied, showing off its muscles and claws.

Virgil laughed at this and gave Şüräle some belly squeezes and scratches. “About as manly as a toddler.” Virgil teased.

Şüräle guffawed in surprise and started kicking, squirming and giggling. “Hehehehey! Thahahat tihihihicklehes! Hohohow dihid yohohou knohohohohow?!” Şüräle asked.

Despite his manliness being proven wrong, Şüräle seemed to love the tickles! And Virgil seemed to notice this right away! “So, I guess you like tickles too?” Virgil asked Picani.

Picani blinked in surprise and slowly started scratching the back of his head. “W-Well...yeah. It’s why I came up with this type of therapy in the first place.” Picani explained.

Virgil nodded in understanding. His hand slowly started to drift away from Şüräle, allowing Şüräle to get out and start breathing and talking properly.

“How would you like to start now?” Şüräle suggested.

Picani nodded his head and snapped his 1 finger. “Yes. Good idea.” Picani replied. “So Virgil: telling by your cute little reaction to Şüräle, I think you are a bit of a Ler, as well as a Lee.” Picani explained. “So, that makes this a little more complicated. Do you prefer to be tickled? Or would you rather tickle someone?” Picani asked.

Virgil looked down and visibly blushed at the internal thoughts he was having. “I wanna...I wanna be tickled.” Virgil replied.

Picani clapped his hands together. “Wonderful!” He reacted as he walked up to the purple-wearing emo. “Would you like to tell me where you’re ticklish? Or would you rather let me figure it out?” Picani asked. “Or, perhaps you could give me a spot to start with, and I can go on from there.” Picani suggested.

Virgil looked up at Picani with a smile and started giggling as he pointed to his own ribs. Picani narrowed his eyes and smirked as he understood just what he was telling him.

“Sounds like a plan!” Şüräle declared before jumping into Virgil’s hoodie. Şüräle immediately started skittering around in the sweater, and sniffing all over Virgil’s upper and lower ribs.

“Wha- HEY! NAHAHA! ŞÜRÄHAHAHAHALE!” Virgil laughed helplessly, doing all he can to not squeeze his arms against his chest.

Şüräle popped himself out of Virgil’s shirt collar. “Mr. Picani! Reporting high levels of ticklishness!” Şüräle told him.

“Ooooh! This is gonna be fun!” Picani reacted. Eager to start right away, Picani placed his hands on Virgil’s ribs and started wiggling and drumming the fingers.

“OhohoHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAY! Hohold on-” Virgil instinctively started pushing away the eager fingers. He seemed really nervous about letting people know about his ticklish weakness.

“Pushing me away, huh? I guess I’m gonna have to...GOFORTHESTOMACH!” Picani declared before shoving a hand under the sweater and tickling his belly.

“HAHAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OHOHOHOF! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Virgil laughed.

Picani giggled and started squeezing his belly more. “Look at how squish-squish-squishy your belly is! Such a chub-a-chubby belly!” Picani teased.

“NOHOHOHO IHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOHOHOT!” Virgil protested.

“But it IS! Such a lovely little belly for an emo like you!” Picani teased while he continued to squeeze it.

“Is it really that squishy?” Şüräle asked.

“Yes! It really is!” Picani told him, pausing his tickling. Şüräle gasped excitedly and shoved itself under Virgil’s shirt. With curiosity and mischief, Şüräle started squishing Virgil’s belly with its front paws, and started tickling his belly with its mouse tail.

“Hahahahaha! Yohohohour tahahail ihis soho sohohohoft!” Virgil told the mouse.

Şüräle popped out from under the bottom of the shirt and beamed. “Thank you!” Şüräle replied.

“Nohoho prohohoblehehem.” Virgil replied.

Şüräle crawled itself back under the shirt and climbed itself up Virgil’s body. It was about to pop out and snuggle into Virgil’s neck, but it stopped in its tracks when it started smelling something...pretty! It smelled nice, actually!

“Hey Virgil! Your armpit smells nice! What’s in it?” Şüräle asked as he shoved its nose into Virgil’s armpit.

“eeeEEEK! ŞÜHUHRÄHAHALE, NOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil laughed.

“Oooh! You want some help there, buddy?” Picani asked.

Şüräle removed his nose from the armpit. “Yes please!” Şüräle replied.

“Okay. Which arm are you under?” Picani asked.

“This one!” Şüräle replied while poking the sweater with its nose. Picani noticed the poking fabric, and lightly grabbed onto Virgil’s arm.

“If you were ever uncomfortable with the thought of being pinned, just let me know.” Picani told him. Then, Picani gently lifted the hand above Virgil’s head and lifted the other arm as well. With both hands pinned, both armpits were now vulnerable and ready for tickling.

“Thank you!” Şüräle said happily before sniffing and moving its nose around the armpit.

Virgil bursted into helpless giggles almost immediately and started tugging on his left hand. It was his left armpit that was being tickled by Şüräle’s nose right now, and he wasn’t able to stop it no matter how much he tried to. Picani was too strong. And yet...he didn’t have the heart to tell Picani to let him go. He liked this. It made him feel all giggly inside and made him want to curl up at the same time. It was a strange mix of feelings that he struggled to fight with.

“You feeling okay, Virgil?” Picani asked.

Virgil nodded in reply. He had a huge smile on his face that couldn’t be hidden, no matter how much he squirmed.

“That’s good. How would you feel if I tickled your other armpit?” Picani asked, as he slowly brought his left hand over to Virgil’s right side. Virgil squealed and squeezed his eyes shut. “Do you want me to tickle your other armpit? Or is that too much?” Picani asked.

Virgil looked at the lingering fingers above his right armpit and looked at Picani with a pleading facial expression. That seemed to tell him everything!

“Alrighty then!” Picani touched his fingers down onto Virgil’s right armpit and immediately started scratching and skittering his fingers in the hollow part.

Virgil let out a HUGE squeal and fell into loud, squeaky laughter! It was so cute to listen to! Who knew such an awkward and quiet emo would be hiding such a cute laugh?!

Finally after what felt like hours, Picani stopped tickling him. “Alright. I think you deserve a big break.” Picani told him.

Virgil was still giggling and kicking, and even shaking his head back and forth a little. It was like he was still being tickled.

Hmm...Maybe he was?

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Such a cute little guy! I like you a lot! You’re so fun!” Şüräle’s voice spoke.

...So he IS being tickled still!

“Şüräle? Buddy? I said for us to stop. He needs a break.” Picani told him.

“Awww...But I didn’t get very long with him!” Şüräle whined.

Picani gave Virgil a guilt-filled ‘sorry’ expression. When Virgil signalled for him to get his mouse, Picani reached under Virgil’s shirt and pulled him out from underneath. “You sir, got more ticklish Virgil time than I did! So don’t start complaining.” Picani warned.

Şüräle frowned and pouted in the doctor’s hand. Virgil, finding it kinda cute, let out a giggle at the pouty stuffed mouse.

“Hey...don’t be giving me the whiny pouts, buddy.” Picani warned before curling his finger in an evil, threatening manner. Şüräle looked up, and immediately dropped his pouty face in surprise and slight eagerness.

Picani started tickling Şüräle’s belly with a couple of his fingers. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Picani teased.

Şüräle let out a squeal and started laughing. The mouse’s laughter was super high-pitched and squeaky, making the mouse even MORE adorable!

Not even a second later, Picani laid Şüräle onto the bed beside Virgil and started tickling both their stomachs at the same time! Both of them were giggling, laughing, squeaking and even snorting!

Picani quickly figured out that Virgil has a snort when tickled long enough! And even though Picani already knew this, Virgil learned something adorable about Şüräle:

Şüräle will fall into fits of just squeaking when tickled a lot! It was like Şüräle was a real, living mouse! Only...its body was stuffed with cotton.

Soon enough, Picani let up on both of the adorable beings.

“Alright. I have to go talk to Patty the Secretary out in the waiting room. You guys can bond for a while. Okay?” Picani rold them.

Virgil nodded and happily took the time to get to know Şüräle. Through talking to the mouse, Virgil learned that Picani’s father actually get him the mouse when he was younger! Not only that, but Şüräle had taken on Picani’s childhood personality, including his childhood love for tickling! So through getting to know Şüräle, Virgil was getting to know Picani as a kid!

And of course, no bonding experience could ever be finished without a cuddle or a tickle. And for Virgil, he was gifted both.

#ticklefic #virgil sanders is a sweetheart #virgil sanders goes to specialized therapy #switch!virgil #switch!şüräle #ler!picani

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Peoples name vary in different country and eras.How can I choose the name of the characters without reading a whole history book and without being too inappropriate.

Naming a character – regardless of region or era – has always been a difficult thing to do. I’ve had several professors that often attribute this to being one of the more difficult parts of the writing process. The right name can make a character leave a lasting impression, even all the way to immortality which is something that most writers hope for.

Thanks to the world that we live in choosing a character name is as simple as googling “badass character names”. Or you could have fun with it and look for any adjective that you would like to describe your character: cute, romantic, mysterious, elegant, proper, traditional, etc. And then googling a surname to match.

But the hard truth of it is: naming characters just right according to region or era as you describe is bloody hard. And you need not fear reading every history text on the region that ever existed (not that I’m saying you shouldn’t read deeply of the literature available on the region of the story in which you’re trying to create), but it needn’t come to that. Even so, perusing a few volumes without reading cover to cover can provide the point of the compass that you need.

For my money, naming a character may be easier than you think. All you need is a glance at contemporary namesakes. Names such as David, Gabriel, Amelia, Victor, Jon, Mark, Matthew, Lee, Xia, Emile and countless others have remained unchanged for either a mere pittance of a few centuries or for untold millennia.

Example: I have a friend that goes by the name of Daniel. His name means, “God is my judge”. The word itself, Daniel, is Hebrew in origin. But this particular fellow resides in Doncaster, England and he was named for his great-grandfather, who was half-French if I recall correctly. And this particular bloke is most definitely not Jewish in any way. In point of fact he is quite likely the biggest heathen that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. This taught me a valuable lesson regarding character names: names transcend their regions if not the cultures that they are attached to. Or at least they do in some cases. Look at America. There are Daniels galore there, I’m sure, and not by necessity does their namesake have to reflect the point of origin of that word.

This however, is not always going to be the case. Names (words) like any other facet of culture mutate over time and distance. But there are some words that are linked to their countries of origin that never change. By way of an example if you were to meet a lad who goes by the name of Theseus, but you’re standing in Buenos Aires, you’re automatically thinking, “Either this bloke’s family is in some way Greek, or his parents just had a spot of fun with his name, didn’t they?” Why is this? Because being named after the original people to whom those names belonged, be they fictitious or historical, is considered an honor. Or at least, this was the way of it when my grandparents – being fond of classical literature and history in general – named my mother, aunt, and uncle.

Personally, I like to look to the Scandinavian countries for guidance in this particular regard. Now if you were to visit these regions, you’d find names like Leif, Rose, Erik, Andrea, Mia, or even Emmanuel and others are common and some have remained unchanged going back centuries. If you look at it from a historical perspective you were just as likely to find someone by one of these names in bygones ages as they are termed “traditional” names as you would be to find them today.

A professor of mine also had an interesting point to make with regards to character development. “There are three kinds of ways to name your players. The first is historical: you open a history book or some other text and maybe come across a name you fancy, you file it away, and before you know it you’re set. The second is contemporary: the easiest of the lot, because we all know what people are named nowadays, don’t we? The third is predictive: making up something because either it sounds futuristic or just because we like the sound of it… in essence, you’re pulling a name out of thin air. And why is that? Because it sounds good to you. So, which of these is the most correct? The answer is: every bloody one of them.”

There is no wrong way to name your characters, I believe. True, one need not delve too deeply into the annuals of what others have already written to uncover a new character name, but a little research never hurt anyone either. Go only so far as you believe you need to or only as far as you would like to.

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richincolor · 5 years ago

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Flowers in Fiction

Spring officially begins later this week and flowers are popping up in some places while in the south, they've been out for quite some time. Whether you have plants blooming or not, there are a few great stories that provide beautiful flowers any time of the year. Here are a half-dozen books featuring many lovely blooms.

This Time Will Be Different by Misa Sugiura HarperTeen

Katsuyamas never quit—but seventeen-year-old CJ doesn’t even know where to start. She’s never lived up to her mom’s type A ambition, and she’s perfectly happy just helping her aunt, Hannah, at their family’s flower shop.

She doesn’t buy into Hannah’s romantic ideas about flowers and their hidden meanings, but when it comes to arranging the perfect bouquet, CJ discovers a knack she never knew she had. A skill she might even be proud of.

Then her mom decides to sell the shop—to the family who swindled CJ’s grandparents when thousands of Japanese Americans were sent to internment camps during WWII. Soon a rift threatens to splinter CJ’s family, friends, and their entire Northern California community; and for the first time, CJ has found something she wants to fight for.

Little & Lion by Brandy Colbert Little, Brown & Company [K. Imani's Review]

When Suzette comes home to Los Angeles from her boarding school in New England, she isn’t sure if she’ll ever want to go back. L.A. is where her friends and family are (along with her crush, Emil). And her stepbrother, Lionel, who has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, needs her emotional support.

But as she settles into her old life, Suzette finds herself falling for someone new…the same girl her brother is in love with. When Lionel’s disorder spirals out of control, Suzette is forced to confront her past mistakes and find a way to help her brother before he hurts himself–or worse.

Wild Beauty Anna-Marie McLemore Feiwel & Friends [Audrey's Review]

Love grows such strange things.

For nearly a century, the Nomeolvides women have tended the grounds of La Pradera, the lush estate gardens that enchant guests from around the world. They’ve also hidden a tragic legacy: if they fall in love too deeply, their lovers vanish. But then, after generations of vanishings, a strange boy appears in the gardens.

The boy is a mystery to Estrella, the Nomeolvides girl who finds him, and to her family, but he’s even more a mystery to himself; he knows nothing more about who he is or where he came from than his first name. As Estrella tries to help Fel piece together his unknown past, La Pradera leads them to secrets as dangerous as they are magical in this stunning exploration of love, loss, and family.

The Secret of a Heart Note by Stacey Lee Katherine Tegen Books [Crystal's Review]

“Love chose me, and I tried, but I couldn’t stop the arrow in its flight.”

As one of only two aromateurs left on the planet, fifteen-year-old Mimosa knows what her future holds: a lifetime of using her extraordinary sense of smell to mix elixirs that help others fall in love.

All while remaining incurably alone.

For Mim, the rules are clear—falling in love would render her nose useless, taking away her one great talent. Still, Mimosa dreams of ditching the hermetic life of an aromateur in favor of high school, free time, and a boy to kiss.

When she accidentally gives an elixir to the wrong woman and has to rely on the school soccer star to help fix the situation, she quickly begins to realize that falling in love isn’t always a choice. It’s a calling.

At once, hopeful, funny, and romantic, Stacey Lee’s Secret of a Heart Note is a richly evocative coming-of-age story that speaks to all of the senses.

Song of the Crimson Flower by Julie C. Dao Philomel

From the acclaimed author of Forest of a Thousand Lanterns comes a fantastical new tale of darkness and love, in which magical bonds are stronger than blood.

Will love break the spell? After cruelly rejecting Bao, the poor physician's apprentice who loves her, Lan, a wealthy nobleman's daughter, regrets her actions. So when she finds Bao's prized flute floating in his boat near her house, she takes it into her care, not knowing that his soul has been trapped inside it by an evil witch, who cursed Bao, telling him that only love will set him free. Though Bao now despises her, Lan vows to make amends and help break the spell.

Together, the two travel across the continent, finding themselves in the presence of greatness in the forms of the Great Forest's Empress Jade and Commander Wei. They journey with Wei, getting tangled in the webs of war, blood magic, and romance along the way. Will Lan and Bao begin to break the spell that's been placed upon them? Or will they be doomed to live out their lives with black magic running through their veins?

The Belles by Dhonielle Clayton Freeform Books [K. Imani's Review]

Camellia Beauregard is a Belle. In the opulent world of Orléans, Belles are revered, for they control Beauty, and Beauty is a commodity coveted above all else. In Orléans, the people are born gray, they are born damned, and only with the help of a Belle and her talents can they transform and be made beautiful.

But it’s not enough for Camellia to be just a Belle. She wants to be the favorite—the Belle chosen by the Queen of Orléans to live in the royal palace, to tend to the royal family and their court, to be recognized as the most talented Belle in the land. But once Camellia and her Belle sisters arrive at court, it becomes clear that being the favorite is not everything she always dreamed it would be. Behind the gilded palace walls live dark secrets, and Camellia soon learns that the very essence of her existence is a lie—that her powers are far greater, and could be more dangerous, than she ever imagined. And when the queen asks Camellia to risk her own life and help the ailing princess by using Belle powers in unintended ways, Camellia now faces an impossible decision.

With the future of Orléans and its people at stake, Camellia must decide—save herself and her sisters and the way of the Belles—or resuscitate the princess, risk her own life, and change the ways of her world forever.

#YALit #flowers in fiction

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theraputicfluff · 5 years ago

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Evasion

You know what I can’t get enough of? ticklish Emile.

So guess what I wrote: a fic involving ticklish Emile.

Gotta credit this lovely fic by @cefstickles, which totally sold me on the Deceit x Emile pairing. The AU of this fic is based loosely on this post, which speculates that Dr. Picani might take on some of Thomas’ sides himself if he had Thomas as a client.

Pairings: Deceit x Dr. Emile Picani Words: 1,357 Warnings: tickle fic, implied angst from unidentified clients, sad Emile (don’t worry, he gets better). SFW. [Let me know if I left any warnings out!]

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Emile Picani loved his job. Really, he did.

But the same traits that made him so good at it- the empathy and depth of understanding that allowed him to pour so much of his heart into his work - left him, on bad days, feeling as dim and hollow as a spent candle.

Today was a bad day.

"Are you alright?" Deceit asked, uncharacteristically direct.

Emile was slumped beside him on the couch, struggling to peel open an applesauce cup. He didn't seem to hear.

"...Em?"

"Hm? Oh, yes." His voice was thin, more like he was murmuring to himself than replying. Another long silence followed.

"One of your patients, I take it?"

Emile finally placed the applesauce cup on the coffee table, still stubbornly sealed. "Several." He straightened up and smoothed his hands over his knees. "But. Work at work, home at home." He flashed his companion what he hoped was a cheerful smile. "No need to worry. You wanna watch a show or... somethin'?"

It was not a convincing performance.

"That's not dinner, is it?" Deceit nodded to the applesauce.

Emile looked at it blankly. "Well, I can't get it open, so I suppose not."

Deceit turned his human eye to him and managed to deliver a scolding lecture on the importance of self-care in a single deadpan look. Emile would've smirked, if he still had it in him.

When he looked away instead, Deceit's heart dropped a little. He felt a bit out of his depth - heart-to-hearts were in Emile’s wheelhouse, not his (at least, not honest ones). But he sure looked like he needed one.

"Would... you care to discuss it?"

Emile did manage a warm little smile at that. "I can't, really... confidentiality and all that."

"Oh, but I'm very confidential!" Deceit replied. "Keeping secrets is my specialty."

"You have enough of my secrets, sweetheart."

Truth was, Emile really didn't want to talk about it. It was hard enough to listen to the echoes of the day's events; they’d been spinning through his mind since he'd walked through the door.

Deceit slumped back. "Well, let's find something to help you relax then."

"Honestly, Dee, I'm fine. I just need a good night's sleep is all."

"You know how you get, though. At this rate, you'll be tossing and turning all night..."

Emile sighed and let his head fall limply against the wall behind him. Another silence yawned.

"I thought you cared about me! I thought you understood!"

"...Is there a particular show you feel like rewatching?" Deceit's voice sounded far away.

"Dr. Picani, I did it again. I thought I was getting better."

"Well, if you can't get it off your chest, and you're clearly not interested in television..." Deceit was starting to grow concerned.

"Dr. Picani, I want to-"

"-Hey!" Emile squeaked, and dropped back to earth like a sack of bricks.

"That got your attention." Deceit peaked his hands under his chin and began tapping his fingers together, a villainous glint in his eye.

Emile, sensing where this was heading, drew his knees up to his chin and pressed back against the cushions. "I-if that’s how you think you’re gonna get me to relax, you’re-"

"Is it? Why, I hadn't considered it, but I must say that's an excellent idea."

"Dee, I didn't mean-" Okay, maybe he did, just a little bit. "Y-you don't have to-”

"I think we could both use a little... levity, don’t you think?"

"Wait - both of us? Is everything okay?" Picani scrambled to sit up against the arm of the chair and tilted his head with concern. "You didn’t have another nightmare, did you? I know how hard you take th-"

"Ah ah ah, don't go turnin' this back on me!" Deceit cut him off, smirking. "I'm not falling for your little therapist routines."

"Wha- that’s- it’s called emotional sensitivity, you jerk!" Picani was unable to keep the smile out of his voice. "That's not a ‘therapy routine,’ it's-"

"It's called an evasive maneuver, my dear, and I see right through it." He leaned in close, propping his chin on the other’s knees. "Evasion, after all, is my specialty."

Emile made an attempt at a stern look, but was far too distracted by the proximity of the other man (who was now stretching his fingers, catlike, up toward the ceiling) to maintain it.

"Now, if I remember correctly..." Deceit resumed poking gently up the other's sides, screwing his eyes up to the ceiling as if searching for something lost between sofa cushions. "Somewhere along here really got you last time..."

"Ack! Dee, stOPit, I'm too - I'm too tired to be ticklish - right nohow!"

Deceit actually did pause to give the doctor a look. "My dear. You are a terrible liar."

At that Emile finally cracked, unable to hold back his own nervous giggles any longer. One of the challenges (or perks, depending on how much of a lee mood he was in) of being tickled by someone who was the literal embodiment of deception (or so he claimed) was his skill in sleight of hand. It made trying to anticipate when and where he would strike virtually impossible. Emile could only press himself as far back into the pillows as he could, drawing his arms up to shield himself more as a reflex than serious defensive tactic.

"Oh, I remember now," the darker man drawled. "It was riiiight about... here."

Emile squeaked again and flinched sideways as long fingers began scribbling into his ribs. Deceit was also a strategic 'ler: he kept track of the precise pressure points that made his victim squirm most desperately, like the bottom edge of the ribcage, for example, or the space immediately above the hipbones. In Emile's case, he'd found places where skeleton met softness were particularly effective.

Of course, Deceit had to dig a little to find them, as Emile was... well, primarily composed of softness. But this only contributed to the stuttering giggles the therapist was now shaking with. And it gave Deceit an excellent excuse to slip a hand under his sweater to get a better feel.

"Dee- DEHEHE!"

"Yes dear?" Though the darker man's voice was perfectly calm, Emile caught a quick twitch in the corner of his mouth, betraying his true feelings. He was loving this.

So was Emile - at least, the part of him that wasn't trying to halt the progression of Deceit's hand against his bare skin. He succeeded only in trapping it even closer to his body. Deceit felt his glove slip off as Emile jammed his elbow into his fingers, and, shooting him a positively evil smirk, began skittering his now-free fingernails up and across Emile's belly.

"AH-aha! STOPPIT!" It didn't help that Deceit's hands were freezing cold. Must be why he wears those ridiculous yellow gloves all the time... Emile's train of thought came abruptly to a halt as Deceit found a sweet spot exactly halfway between the base of his ribs and his bellybutton. The poor doctor crumpled sideways and wheezed with laughter, desperately clutching at Deceit's sleeve.

"Goodness. That's a good spot." Deceit was outright grinning now, unable to stifle it. "Heaven help you if you ever require a Heimlich maneuver."

There was the hint of a waver to the dark side's voice as he (just barely) fought down his own case of the giggles. The man was just. so. cute.

And, unbeknownst to Deceit himself, catching that little waver was one of Emile's favorite parts of their little games. The dark side’s own giddy delight may have been subtle to onlookers, carefully tucked under his usual suave, sly persona, but the therapist was just as skilled at seeing through emotional facades as Deceit was at producing them. Emile could read him like an open book.

And being able to find a crack in the composure of someone so careful to maintain it? Somehow it felt to Emile as if a shy puppy had chosen him as his favorite.

When Emile lost his breath completely, Deceit finally withdrew his hand and patted the rumpled sweater back into place. It took Emile a moment to collect himself, still quivering with soft, hiccupy giggles.

"You're..." he slowly propped himself back upright. "Good... at that..."

Deceit only leaned back with a chuckle of his own. And a very fond smile.

Emile had always struggled to put his work aside long enough to adequately recharge his emotional batteries. But when he needed to forget the weight of the world, at least long enough to get some sleep, Deceit was always happy to help.

After all, it was his specialty.

#ticklefic #sanders sides #lee!emile #ler!deceit #ticklish!emile #sympathetic deceit #honestly I have no idea what AU this is #Deceit and Emile are partners somehow?#Deceit can apparently jump between Thomas' mindscape and Emile's house?#I was too busy squeeing over these two dorks to keep track of the logistics #my apologies

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kaichan24 · 5 years ago

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Masterchef AU or Hell's Kitchen Au

I love cooking shows, so I would like to read many AUs that deal with this.

These are my ideas of the twenty best participants.

1. Yuuri Katsuki: his specialty is Japanese and American cuisine, but his real passion is desserts, and his dream is to open a chain of bakeries worldwide and create his own brand. He also stands out for his beautiful and creative plating.

2. Victor Nikiforov: He has great knowledge in Russian and French cuisine, and dreams of opening his own restaurant inspired by these two styles. He is the favorite to be a captain in group challenges, due to his ease in working with others and his excellent organizing skills.

3. Yuri Plisetsky. he is the youngest competitor, who despite having natural talent, he still lacks many cooking techniques to learn, sometimes he is overcome by his strong temper, so he is not good working in a group. He helps his grandfather to attend a small bakery they have in Moscow. he dream of opening his own restaurant with musical themes to attract the attention of the young public.

4. Christophe Giacometti: He stands out in French and Swiss cuisine, he is considered the king of cheese, wine and chocolate in the kitchen. His dishes are always luxurious and decadent. His dream is to work as a chef for the most expensive and luxurious restaurants and hotels around the world.

5. Phichit Chulanont: He is the king of Thai food, shows incredible talent to become a great chief chef in the kitchen, due to his quick adaptation skills and his outgoing and optimistic nature, although sometimes he lacks the more technical skills of cooking, which is a disadvantage against competitors that stand out for their skill and precision. Her dream is to make Thai food known to everyone.

6. Otabek Altin. the best chef in Kazakhstan an efficient chef who knows something about Russian and European cuisine, his main difficulty is that although his dishes are delicious they lack creativity and are not memorable. He would like to study hospitality. Sometimes he has difficulty communicating with other chefs, due to his introverted nature, because of this he is a weak link in group challenges.

7. Jean-Jacques Leroy. He is the king of the Canadian kitchen, he has great confidence which can take him far in the business, however he is not good at following instructions and does not listen to opinions. Despite being a good captain in theory, in practice his ego leads him to make great mistakes and not appreciate the skills of other chefs, which is why almost everyone hate him.

8. Isabella Yang. she specializes in the fermentation of different foods and ingredients

9. Guang Hong-ji He is well versed in Chinese cuisine, demonstrates a keen mind in the application of spices through Chinese cuisine, although sometimes he is undecided, which does not make him a good team leader and lacks experience.

10. Michele Crispino, Italian cuisine with emphasis on the Mediterranean, a chef who needs to be more independent and creative to stand out from the heap.

11. Lee Seung-gil He specializes in the area of Molecular Gastronomy, a branch of science that investigates the physical and chemical changes that occur during the cooking process,

12. Emil Nekola. He dominates the smoking technique in the kitchen, Its cuisine also specializes in the use of wild game meats. he raises and takes care of numerous wild animals on his farm, including a deer, a goose, a rabbit and a wild boar

13. Georgi Popovich His kitchen is based on vegetables, sometimes he lets himself be controlled by his emotions, easily distracted.

14. Leo de la Iglesia. He is a specialist in Mexican and Latin cuisine, creative and innovative

15. Mila Babicheva She is an outgoing and lively girl, occasionally interferes without prior invitation. she emphasizes her ability to observe carefully the people who cause her curiosity. She is self-confident and tends to be direct in what she thinks about the people she interacts with. Her specialty is exotic cuisine, she is a specialist in the use of the knife technique, besides that she is a person who has a vast knowledge about all the things that belong to the ingredients, from the technique of carving to the methods of sacrifice and a bottomless curiosity for everything. She has shown to have an excellent analytical eye and can guess the dishes to be prepared just by observing the ingredients chosen by a chef.

16. Sara Crispino. The queen of Italian cuisine. His specialty is pasta, pizza and creams, also handles herbs with ease. one of the favorites to be a captain and work as a team, has good cooking techniques, and would like to open a family restaurant in Rome.

17. Yuko Nishigōri she decided to specialize in medicinal cuisine, dreams of opening her own healthy restaurant, she is very fun, enthusiastic and motivating. she would be a great head chef.

18. Takesh nishigori. He has demonstrated a high degree of skill in dishes based on various types of meat, whose depth of knowledge is the best. He shows great control and experience in the handling of knives, especially those of butchers that he uses with amazing ability to make the cuts for his dishes, this combined with his wild physical strength allows him to remove very precisely pieces of low quality of the meat. Despite his great abilities he also shows several weaknesses. Such as focusing too much on the meat leaving aside the other ingredients of the dish as well as giving more importance to the presentation of the dish than to its balance.

19. Kenjirou Minami. Japanese cook, dreams of going to cooking school, and focusing on Asian cooking. He has great energy in the kitchen and is eager to learn.

20. Anya Ivanov she focuses on cooking ingredients that come from the sea

Hisashi Morooka. The presenter of the program.

judges

· Minako Okukawa A famous pastry chef, stands out in the preparation of wedding cakes.

· Yakov Feltsman Restaurant owner and British TV host. Throughout his gastronomic career he has been awarded 17 Michelin stars, of which he now maintains seven.

· Lilia Baranovskaya she is an American chef, author, and television personality. She is the chef, founder, and owner of the best bakery in the world.

· Celestino Cialdini He prospered with the opening of seven Italian restaurants in New York as well as other businesses in Los Angeles and Las Vegas. On the other hand, he expanded to the wine sector with the purchase of wineries in Italy and Argentina.

#yuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #yuuri x victor #yoi fic ideas #yoi #yoi aus

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therandombanjo · 5 years ago

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Songs From 2019 (one per artist)

Another mixed bag of stuff i either enjoyed a lot, thought was excellent or interesting (regardless of taste… sort of), emerging artists to maybe look out for, and generally music that for whatever reason connected with me in some way, including the odd earworm i just couldn’t shake. Some artists are left off just to vary a little more from some other popular lists. Hope you enjoy some of this too and find something new to be taken by. Please do buy their music if you can and hopefully from a local independent record store if possible to support their work. There’s a spotify playlist (below) for easier listening but I’ve also posted a few links to extra things on some of them if you want to check them out. Spotify:

(As ever…. as i don’t tumblr or blog or anything (besides this list), this won’t be seen by many (if any?) people so if you like it or think it’s of any worth in any way, please do share this along)

In Alphabetical order:

A.A. Bondy - Killers 3 Abdallah Oumbadougou - Thingalene Alasdair Roberts - Common Clay Alex Rex - Latest Regret Andy Shauf - Try Again Angel Bat Dawid - We Are Starzz Angel Olsen - All Mirrors bonus. her collab with Mark Ronson “True Blue” Anne Müller - Solo? Repeat! Antoinette Konan - Kokoloko Tani Arthur Russell - Words Of Love Asmâa Hamzaoui and Bnat Timbouktou - Sandia Baby Rose - All To Myself BCI - Grateful Bedouine - When You’re Gone Benny The Butcher - Crowns For Kings ft. Black Thought Ben Walker - Afon Better Oblivion Community Center - Chesapeake Beverly Glenn-Copeland - A Little Talk (from a reissue of her 2004 record Primal Prayer) Bibio - Curls The Big Moon - It’s Easy Then Big Thief - a. Not b. Cattails (from 2 excellent albums released in the same year: “U.F.O.F” and “Two Hands”) Bill Callahan - a. What Comes After Certainty b. The Ballad Of The Hulk Bill Fay - Filled With Wonder Once Again Bill Orcutt - Odds Against Tomorrow billy woods - a. Spongebob w/ Kenny Segal b. Western Education Is Forbidden ft. Fielded (From 2 excellent records this year: “Hiding Places” with Kenny Segal, and “Terror Management”) Black Country, New Road - Sunglasses Blu & Oh No - The Lost Angels Anthem ft. Kezia Bon Iver - Hey, Ma Bonnie “Prince” Billy - Beast For Thee Bonny Light Horseman - Bonny Light Horseman (”supergroup” of the great Anaïs Mitchell, Eric D Johnson & Josh Kaufman) Brent Cobb & Jade Bird - Feet Off The Ground Brighde Chaimbeul - O Chiadain an Lo Brigyn - Oer Brittany Howard - Stay High (the video for this, with Terry Crews, is a delight) Bruce Hornsby - Voyager One ft. yMusic Burd Ellen - Sweet Lemany Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh and Thomas Bartlett - Kestrel Caribou - You and I Caroline Polachek - Door Cate Le Bon - Daylight Matters Caterina Barbieri - Arrows Of Time Clairo - Bags Cochemea - Mitote comfort - Not Passing The Cool Greenhouse - Cardboard Man (a pretty hilarious song about David Cameron) CRAC - You Can’t Turn Your Back On Me (Unreleased old track from ‘76) Cross Record - PYSOL My Castle CZ Wang and Neo Image - Just Off Wave Damon Locks / Black Monument Ensemble - a. Rebuild a Nation b. Power Daniel Norgren - The Flow Danny Brown - Dirty Laundry Daphni - Sizzling ft. Paradise Daughter Of Swords - Fellows (Mountain Man member Alexandra Sauser-Monnig’s 1st solo record) Dave - Psycho David Kilgour - Smoke You Right Out Of Here David Thomas Broughton - Ambiguity (from the 15th anniversary reissue of his remarkable debut album, The Complete Guide To Insufficiency) Denzel Curry - RICKY Destroyer - Crimson Tide Dry Cleaning - Dog Proposal Dubi Dolczek - Do The Gloop Durand Jones & The Indications - Long Way Home Ela Orleans - The Season (From 2012 but on a career retrospective, Movies For Ears, put out this year) Elkhorn - Song Of The Son Emile Mosseri - a. The Last Black Man In San Francisco b. San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair) ft. Mike Marshall (both from the wonderful score for the wonderful film The Last Black Man In San Francisco, the latter a cover of an old song sung here by the guy who sang “I Got 5 On It”!!) Erland Cooper - Haar Ernest Hood - Saturday Morning Doze (from a re-issue of his “self-released proto-ambient masterpiece” in ‘75) Fat White Family - Feet Faye Webster - Room Temperature Fennesz - In My Room Fernando Falcão - As 7 Filhas Da Rainha Sumaia (reissue from ‘87) FKA twigs - cellophane Florist - Shadow Bloom Flowdan - Welcome To London Fontaines D.C. - Roy’s Tune Four Tet / KH - Only Human French Vanilla - All The Time Gang Starr - Family and Loyalty ft. J. Cole Georgia - About Work The Dancefloor Girl Band - Shoulderblades The Good Ones - Will You Be My Protector? (of Rwanda) Grand Veymont - Les Rapides Bleus (of France) Gyedu-Blay Ambolley - Sunkwa (of Ghana) Hailaker - Not Much HAIM - Summer GIrl Hana Vu - Actress Hand Habits - placeholder Hannah Cohen - Get In Line The Harlem Gospel Travellers - If You Can’t Make It Through A Storm Hayden Thorpe - Diviner (Former Wild Beasts frontman’s debut solo record) Helado Negro - Running The Highwomen - Redesigning Women Hiss Golden Messenger - I Need A Teacher Holly Herndon - Frontier Homeboy Sandman - Far Out Hoops - They Say Hotel Neon & Blurstem - Language Of Loss House and Land - Rainbow ‘Mid Life’s Willows Ibibio Sound Machine - Wanna Come Down IDER - Saddest Generation The Innocence Mission - On Your Side International Teachers Of Pop - I Stole Yer Plimsoles ft. Jason Williamson (of Sleaford Mods) Jacken Elswyth - The Banks Of Green Williow Jaimie Branch - nuevo roquero estéreo Jake Xerxes Fussell - The River St. Johns Jamila Woods - ZORA Jayda G - Leave Room 2 Breathe Jenny Hval - Ashes To Ashes Jenny Lewis - Red Bull and Hennessy Jesca Hoop - Outside of Eden ft. Kate Stables (of This Is The Kit) and Jesca’s 12 year-old nephew Justis. This live performance is so sweet https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUPmE_hU7Ss Jessica Pratt - As The World Turns Joanna Sternberg - This Is Not Who I Want To Be Joan Shelley - Cycle John Blek - North Star Lady Jordan Rakei - Say Something bonus. under his DJ pseudonym: Dan Kye - Focus Jo Schornikow - Incomplete Joseph Shabason - West of Heaven Julianna Barwick - evening Junius Paul - Baker’s Dozen Kali Malone - Spectacle Of Ritual Kate Teague - Sweetheart Kate Tempest - a. Firesmoke b. People’s Faces Kelly Moran - Halogen (Una Corda) (from a record full of all the bare piano parts she played for her prior record before all the editing and processing) Kim Gordon - Air BnB Kindness - Hard To Believe ft. Jazmine Sullivan KOKOKO! - Buka Dansa (Congolese collective upcycling discarded materials to make their instruments) Konradsen - Baby Hallelujah (of Norway) Lambchop - Everything For You Laura Cannell - a. Sing As The Crow Flies b. Flaxen Fields Laura Stevenson - Lay Back, Arms Out Le Groupe Obscur - Planète Ténèbres Leonard Cohen - Happens To The Heart Leo Svirsky - River Without Banks Little Simz - 101 FM Lizzo - Tempo ft. Missy Elliot Loren Conors & Daniel Carter - Departing Lou Roy - Bite Low Chord - Walkk Lower Dens - Galapagos Mahalia - What You Did ft. Ella Mai Majja - Black James Dean Maria Somerville - This Way Maria Usbeck - Amor Anciano Mary Halvorson & John Dieterich - Vega’s Array (Mary the recipient of the MacArthur “Genius” Grant this year, because she is) Mary Lattimore & Mac McCaughan - IV Matana Roberts - As Far As The Eye Can See Meitei - Ike Melanie Charles - Trill Suite, No. 1 (Daydreaming/Skylark) The Menzingers - Anna Messiahs Of Glory - No Other Love (from a collection of rare black gospel from the Midwest between ‘65-’78 put out on Tompkins Square) Mica Levi - a. Hosting b. Lobo y Lady (from the excellent Colombian film Monos) Michael Abels - a. I Got 5 On It (Tethered Mix) b. Pas De Deux (both from the terrific score to the excellent Jordan Peele film, Us) Michael Kiwanuka - Living In Denial Michael Nau - Poor Condition Mike Adams At His Honest Weight - Wonderful To Love Minor Pieces - Rothko (duo of Ian William Craig & newcomer Missy Donaldson) Modern Nature - Footsteps Molly Sarlé - Twisted (Mountain Man member’s 1st solo record) Moodymann - I’ll Provide Moon Duo - Stars Are The Light Moor Mother - After Images Moses Boyd - Stranger Than Fiction Moses Sumney - Polly Mount Eerie & Julie Doiron - Love Without Possession MSYLMA - Inqirad (Rihab-U Dhakir) (Saudi Arabia) The Murder Capital - Don’t Cling To Life Nardeydey - Freefalling The National - Rylan ft. Kate Stables (of This Is The Kit) The New Pornographers - Falling Down The Stairs Of Your Smile Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - a. Waiting For You b. Bright Horses c. Night Raid Nivhek - After Its Own Death: Side A (Liz Harris of Grouper) Noname - Song 32 Octo Octa - Move Your Body ODD OKODDO - Auma (Kenyan/German duo) Øyvind Torvund - Starry Night (Norwegian composer) Pet Shop Boys - Burning The Heather Petter Eldh - Fanfarum for Komarum II Porridge Radio - Give/Take PREGOBLIN - Combustion Purple Mountains - a. Snow Is Falling In Manhattan b. All My Happiness Is Gone c. That’s Just The Way That I Feel Quelle Chris - Obamacare Quinie - Whas At The Windy Rapsody - Ibtihaj ft. D’Angelo & GZA Reb Fountain - Faster Rian Treanor - ATAXIA_A1 Richard Dawson - Two Halves Robert Stillman - All Are Welcome Róisín Murphy - Incapable Rosalía - Milionària Rosenau & Sanborn - Saturday Rozi Plain - Symmetrical Ruth Garbus - Strash Sam Lee - The Moon Shines Bright ft. Elizabeth Fraser (of Cocteau Twins) Sam Wilkes - Run Sandro Perri - Soft Landing SAULT - Smile and Go Seabuckthorn - To Which The Rest Were Dreamt serpentwithfeet - Receipts ft. Ty Dolla $ign Sessa - Flor do Real (of Brazil) Sheer Mag - Hardly To Blame Shit and Shine - No No No No Sinead O Brien - A Thing You Call Joy Siobhan Wilson - Plastic Grave Six Organs Of Admittance - Two Forms Moving Sleaford Mods - Kebab Spider Slow Meadow - Artificial Algorithm Snowy - EFFED ft. Jason Williamson (of Sleaford Mods) SOAK - Knock Me Off My Feet Solange - Binz Sophie Crawford - A Miner’s Life Squid - Houseplants bonus. Their cover of Robert Wyatt’s “PIgs..... In There at End of the Road Festival) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DktZtQbo-YU Stella Donnelly - Old Man SUSS - Ursa Major Swamp Dogg - Sleeping Without You Is A Dragg ft. Justin Vernon & Jenny Lewis Tami T - Birthday Tenesha The Wordsmith - Why White Folks Can’t Call Me Nigga Theon Cross - Activate ft. Moses Boyd & Nubya Garcia Thom Yorke - Dawn Chorus Tierra Whack - Wasteland Tim Hecker - That World Tiny Leaves - Respair Toya Delazy - Funani (of South Africa) Twain - Death (Or S.F.?) Twin Peaks - Dance Through It Tyler Childers - All Your’n Vagabon - Water Me Down Vampire Weekend - This Life Vanishing Twin - Magicians Success Velvet Negroni - Confetti Vendredi Sur Mer - Chewing-Gum (of France) Victoria Monét - Ass Like That Vieo Abiungo - Cobble Together Visible Cloaks - Stratum ft. Yoshio Ojima & Satsuki Shibano Warmduscher - Midnight Dipper Weyes Blood - Andromeda Wilco - Love Is Everywhere (Beware) William Tyler - Our Lady Of The Desert Willie Scott & The Birmingham Spirituals - Keep Your Faith To The Sky (from a collection of obscure 70′s era gospel on Luaka Bop, “The Time For Peace Is Now - Gospel Music About Us”) Xylouris White - Tree Song Ye Vagabonds - The Foggy Dew Zsela - Noise

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kingdomofgufalla · 5 years ago

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Coco - Remy’s Plant

Physical Characteristics

Gender: Female

Type: Bush

Species: Jittery Juniper

Height: 4.5 feet

Weight: 12 lbs.

Feeding Cycle: 4-5 minutes three times a day. 35-40 minutes maximum.

Water intake: Damp soil

Range of Motion: 25 ft. Vines,

Tickle Tools: Vines.

Personality

Cheery

Optimistic

Heartful

Prankster

Blushy

Physical Characteristics

Leaves: Big and round, each about the size of a bouncy ball, Jade green.

Trunk/Stalk: Small brown trunk that usually stays hidden within the center of the bush.

Flowers: Lavender/White and black/royal purple pansies.

Vines: 100 long and thin army green vines.

Fruit: Juniper Berries, mixture of maroon(coffee) and scarlet(Hot chocolate). (Maroon berries have the same effects as coffee)

Flower pot: Big, white glazed clay coffee mug, designed with coffee beans all over it.

Miscellaneous

Intune With: Physical Responses

Literacy Level: College Student

Favorite Tickle spots: Legs and Underarms.

Allignment: Ler

Experience inside Mindscape

-Remy was the very last of the seven to get his tickle plant. He never really noticed they were there or got jealous until everyone got one.

-Roman had remembered Remy commenting on how cool the tickle plants were so the prince decides to give him a gift.

-He goes to his world and finds a humble little bush, then began talking with it in order to move it to Remy’s room in the mindspace.

-The little plant is excited about it and isn’t hard to transport at all.

-Remy walks into his room a little bit later and notices the bush. He appreciates it’s beauty from afar at first, but finds himself walking towards it and caresses the beautiful flowers.

-Soon five little vines wrap around his wrist and holds him in place. He’s a little bewildered, but doesn’t mind all that too much, the plant doesn’t seem to be harming him.

-Until a second later fifty tiny vines come out and after Remy’s neck and sides. They feel like little brushes and instantly Remy is overcome with laughter.

-After a few minutes the vines pull back and Remy feels a little more awake than before for some reason.

-The plant grabs a sticky note and pen, then writes out “Nice to meet you! You must be Remy! Roman said you wanted a plant friend!”

-Remy falls instantly in love with the little plant then asks her name.

-The plant writes back “We don’t really have names, in the traditional sense. How about we come up with one? :)”

-After a few minutes of discussing, Remy comes up with Coco, short for cocoa bean.

Angst

-Roman and Logan sometimes visit Coco for a boost if they’re working on something.

-But Amalthia and Audrey do not like the fact that Coco does this and prefer if their boys went to bed at a much earlier time.

-So the two plants talk to each other via the fax machine and decide they want Coco back in the imagination or for Roman and Logan to not visit her anymore.

-The two sides know that their plants mean well, but no matter what they tell them they can’t convince either of them.

-Roman tells Remy and Coco of this, explaining Alma and Audrey’s complaints.

-Coco is ready to agree to not tickle anymore, but her Figment is having none of it.

-Remy is upset because his friend is being targeted because of something that she can’t exactly control. He expresses this to Roman, hoping to find a middle ground.

-Roman agrees with Remy that Coco shouldn’t just be sent away like that, but he does see Audrey and Alma’s points of views. The last thing he would want is a feud between any of the plants.

-Then Roman, remembers something about Coco’s species. Coco begs to hear, quite deep in sorrow because the last thing she wanted to do was upset anyone.

-Roman explains that Jittery Junipers can give energy, but they can also take it away and make someone sleepy.

-Coco agrees instantaneously to learn how to do this, but doesn’t know how.

-Roman explains further that only a plant in tune with emotions can unlock the abilities of a plant intune with physical responses.

-Logan talked with Audrey about helping Coco unlock her power, but she refused. Roman then thinks Alma might be able to do it.

-Roman talks to Alma and tells her the solution, but she is outraged at it. “I will NEVER work with that weed! She’s a villain!” Roman sees parallelism in the situation of how he treated Virgil and quickly tells Alma the story.

-She takes a step back, reluctant to do it but compliant enough to try at least.

-Roman and Remy believe its a start and take the lighter plant, Coco, to Roman’s room so Alma and her can better communicate. Unfortunately, the conversation went south, to the point where Alma was ‘shouting’ at Coco, causing her to lose any belief she had in herself.

-Roman had to run in the room and break it up. He reasoned with Alma, asking her to put aside her own ego so Coco might be able to stay. Remy is off in the corner, holding back tears as best as he could. The thought of giving up his plant was too much for him.

-Alma finally realizes the damage she’s done on Coco and carefully reaches a vine towards her.

-For a second, it seemed as if Coco wouldn’t return the gesture, but she did with a cluster of her own vines and a soft light fills the room.

-When it fades, some of Coco’s leaves are no longer Jade Green, but a much lighter mint green, signaling that her full ability is now hers to use.

-Everyone is relieved and Alma asks forgiveness, which Coco immediately accepts, but not before letting Alma know how she truly felt during all of that.

-Audrey apologizes later, after some prompting from Logan. Remy and Coco are now closer than they have ever been.

Logan

-Enjoys tickling his belly and sides, because of the way he curls up.

-Despite Audrey and Coco not getting along, Coco and Logan are chill.

-Logan will go to Coco for either a boost or a case of the Z’s

Roman

-Coco is probably the least likely of the plants to have a vendetta against Roman. They are good friends.

-Like Logan, he’ll go to Coco if he needs a boost of energy or help sleeping.

-Coco typically goes after his ribs and underarms because that’s when his deep belly laughter comes out.

-Coco loves teasing Roman visually by wiggling her vines in front of him, then digging into his upper ribs.

Patton

-Patton and Coco love to chill with each other. Pat lets Coco explore one spot with tons of her tiny vines.

-Coco soft tickles Patton all over his belly, just relishing in his giggles cuz she knows he loves that.

-Patton also likes to bring little gifts for her like cards in braille or small knitted plushies of coffee cups/coffee beans. Coco flushes at and treasures each one, keeping them around her pot at all time. If she’s not feeling well or sad, she’ll hold one or two in her vines, almost cuddling it. She makes sure all of them are accounted for at all times.

Virgil

-Jack understood Coco’s situation about keeping Logan and Roman up so late at night. So he encourages Virgil to talk to her, them two being in a similar situation and all that.

-Virgil tells Coco about his situation and Coco finally realizes she’s not alone in these feelings. She draws Virgil into a hug with her vines, and it lasts at least a minute.

-Whenever Coco tickles Virgil, it’s always with soft touches to his sides that are so soothing it almost puts him to sleep right in her vines. Also loves to hug Virgil for long periods of time.

Deceit

-Deceit heads to Remy’s room because he was having trouble sleeping one night, thinking being in Remy’s vicinity might help him relax.

-He sees Coco suddenly has different leaves and asks about them.

-She explains the story with Alma and roman, then confirms for Deceit that she can in fact make people feel sleepy.

-Deceit asks for this and Coco works her magic, going after his neck and ribs with slow soft tickles. Deceit instantly melts.

-Hugs make deceit blush, so Coco loves giving him hugs.

Remy

-Remy and Coco are the best of pals. They’ve developed a system where all Remy has to do is lay a hand on Coco’s pot and she’ll make him sleepy by tickling his hands. Or she’ll wake him up in the morning by tickling a hand that fell off the side of the bed. It’s usually accompanied with a good morning note.

-Feeding sessions are short, but they are always fun with those two.

-She makes Remy giggle by visually teasing him with her vines, then sporadically poking random spots all over like two on his sides, one behind his ear, three on his feet, and four on his ribs. Every stroke as soft as she can make it.

-Coco is one of the few plants that gets really blushy. Remy loves complimenting her because her vines wrap around his hand all sheepishly.

Dr. Picani

-Emile is very sweet to Coco after hearing about what happened between her, audrey, and Alma. Picani, like Patton, loves leaving little notes for her to keep next to her pot.

-Coco and Emile talk more than tickle usually. She get’s so blushy around him and his smarts. They are both quite intune with human reactions and understand each other quite well.

-Coco likes targeting his belly button and thighs because his laughter gets quite squeaky when she goes after them.

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#tw deceit #coco #roman #logan #patton #virgil #deceit #emile #remy #sanders sides tickling #tw tickling #sanders sides tickle au #tickle plant bios

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grigori77 · 6 years ago

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Guilty Pleasure #28

THE AIR I BREATHE

Dir. JIEHO LEE; Wri. JIEHO LEE & BOB DeROSA; Music. MARCELO ZARVOS; Starring. SARA MICHELLE GELLAR, BRENDAN FRASER, KEVIN BACON, FOREST WHITAKER, ANDY GARCIA, JULIE DELPY, CLARK GREGG, EMILE HIRSCH, JOHN CHO; R.T. 96 mins; 2008, USA

WHAT IT’S ABOUT: Inspired by an ancient Chinese proverb stating that all of life can be divided into four key emotional states, this tells the intertwining stories of four Los Angeles residents – “Happiness” (Whitaker) is a gentle, naïve banker whose misguided attempt to land a big break betting on a fixed horse-race lands him in serious debt to local crime boss Fingers (Garcia); “Pleasure” (Fraser) is Fingers’ key enforcer, a man with a unique ability to predict the near and imminent future, making him a true force to be reckoned with, until the day his talent fails him for the first time; “Sorrow” (Gellar) is a troubled ingénue pop star whose world is turned upside down when her manager loses her contract to Fingers due to bad debts, and he takes over her life; and finally, “Love” (Bacon) is a doctor driven to desperate extremes when the woman he’s been secretly in love with his whole life becomes gravely ill.

WHY IT’S GUILTY: There is A LOT wrong with this film – much of the time it’s a clunky mess, riddled with plot holes, badly drawn characters and glaringly inconsistent motivations and story arcs, with more than one much-needed solution being delivered through painfully obvious deus ex-machina. As it is it’s VERY patchy in what levels of enjoyment there are – the first half of the film is significantly better than the second, with the first two story in the anthology being reasonably entertaining while the second is genuinely GOOD, but the third frequently veers from being just so-so to being frustratingly dour and dragged-out, and the fourth just DOESN’T WORK at all. The critics certainly thought so – when it was released it was thoroughly HOSED, universally labelled as bona fide cinematic toxic waste, and audiences accordingly stayed away in droves, causing the film to tank spectacularly.

WHY IT’S A PLEASURE: Yeah … that might be a bit of a stretch. PARTS of the film are a pleasure, certainly – like I said, the first two stories work, making it JUST ABOUT worth sitting down to watch it. Granted, this is sometimes the way it works with portmanteau cinema – some of the stories in an anthology work better than others – but I’ve rarely encountered THIS MUCH disparate quality in the same film, especially when it’s all written and directed by the same person. The cast helps things A LOT here, of course – while some of the characters are poorly written or simply impossible to relate to, others are genuinely likeable and able to engage our sympathies, even our investment. Sara Michelle Gellar is, as always, a joy to behold, injecting real life and pathos into her character, lending genuine touching suffering and true heartbreak to many of her scenes … it’s just a shame that spoiled, indecisive “Sorrow” is SUCH a frustrating opposite to her usual, more proactive roles in fare like Buffy (or even Southland Tales) that it makes watching her story even more of a chore to watch. (And then there’s Kevin Bacon’s tour of duty – sure, he’s great as always, but the character is so clichéd and impulsively dim-witted, and the story so dull and irritating, that you’d almost be better off just SKIPPING this chapter if it wasn’t still annoyingly intrinsic to the overall narrative.) Thank God then for “Happiness” and “Pleasure”, then – the ever-reliable Forest Whitaker doesn’t get a lot of story to make his presence felt, but he runs with it at full-pelt, a sweet, well-intentioned fool who, with one huge mistake, royally fucks his life up, only to find it IMMENSELY liberating; Brendan Fraser, meanwhile, is the film’s true saving grace, crafting a genuinely intriguing antihero who EASILY rises above his potential “intellectual thug” stereotype to become a truly nuanced, complex character who earns some genuine sympathy over the course of his own story (and his supporting appearances in other entries). Andy Garcia also impresses as a truly despicable excuse for a human being, a brutal monster who provides a surprisingly solid villain for the film as a whole (and some of the few saving graces for the lesser later chapters), while Emile Hirsch (like Whitaker) is frustratingly underused in a gleefully OTT turn as a cocky young caricature who would have been simply ridiculous and irritating in lesser hands. Altogether, then, this is a frustratingly inconsistent viewing experience, but when it works, it works WELL, so SOMETIMES it’s worth your while tuning in – it’s just a shame the stuff that DOESN’T work is so poor. But there ARE glimmers of true, raw talent in here, revealing that director/co-writer Jieho Lee COULD deliver something genuinely great if he just lands the right material. Well, according to the rumour mill he’s currently attached to direct the screen adaptation of the Kane & Lynch video games – maybe that’ll be the day, then?

#the air i breathe #jieho lee #sara michelle gellar #brendan fraser #kevin bacon #forest whitaker #andy garcia #emile hirsch #guilty pleasures #so bad it's good #BUT MORE BAD THAN GOOD

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yuriplisetsky-rp · 5 years ago

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Yuri Altin Skates Clean to Lead Rostelecom Cup

The 18-year-old skates clean in front of a home crowd to score a new season’s best.

Friday, November 15, 2019

MOSCOW - Yuri Altin of Russia leads the Rostelecom Cup with a clean program. He received no negative GOE on any of his elements, received all level 4′s, and the only element he did not receive positive GOE on was his opening Quad Lutz, for which he received none. It is the first time this season that he has no received negative GOE for that element. He received 103.10 for his short program.

“I feel good about how I skated. To not receive any negative GOE is great,” said the two-time World Medalist. “I have upgraded the content in my free, so I’m a bit more worried about that, but I’m going to take it one day at a time.” He also said that it was difficult to compete knowing that his husband, reigning two-time World Champion Otabek Altin of Kazakstan, cannot qualify for the final. “I just want to make him and everyone proud.”

Seung-gil Lee of South Korea is continuing a good season, scoring 98.53 for a clean short program. Despite not receiving as high of component scores, he had the highest technical score of the competition. “My plan is to make the Final again, and I halfway to doing that,” said the 22-year-old. The two-time Four Continents medalist needs to place at least second to do so. A third-place finish might be enough, but he would have to wait until next week.

Emil Nekola of the Czech Republic also had a solid free skate, skating clean with high technical content. He scored 95.57 and sits in third place at the moment. “I had a lot of fun today, and I’m glad to be in a podium position,” said the 20-year-old. “I can’t wait for tomorrow!” Nekola needs to win to have any shot at the Final, but he will need mistakes from Altin in order to do so.

#fake news article #yuri plisetsky #seung gil lee #rostelecom cup 2019 #plot #blog canon

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Folds in Paper (Chapter 3: Eye of Gold; Thigh of Blue)[Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, eventual Logan/Virgil (maybe more)

Characters:

Main: Janus, Patton, Remus

Appear: Remy, Emile, Virgil, Logan, Roman

Chapter Summary:

Eye of gold Thigh of blue True is false Who is who?

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

AO3 Part 1 Part 2

Janus and Remus both appeared at the same moment a couple of feet apart in what looked like the inside of a garden shed. There was already a man waiting for them a few feet away. “Sup babes,” Remy said, just like he always did. The T-Agent looked their costumes up and down and whistled. “Now that,” he said, “almost makes me want to be one of you time jockeys.”

“They wouldn’t let me have a gun or a canister of moonshine,” Remus pouted.

Remy snorted. “Sorry, babes, but that makes my job a lot easier. If I’ve gotta fish you outta the 1920s criminal justice system, I’d rather it not be because you shot someone on accident ‘cause you don’t know how to use the safety.”

Remus groaned dramatically. “Everyone is lame.”

Remy just shook his head. “Meet back here when you’ve got the necklace,” he said. “Don’t make a move until after 11:05pm and before 11:17. That’s your window.”

“We know,” Janus said. “See you then.”

“Have fun at the party boys,” Remy said and then lowered his shades to look at Remus, “but not too much fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Remus, already towing Janus out of the garden shed. The way had been specifically cleared for them, so they met no other people before they’d rounded the house the party was taking place in and had gotten onto the driveway in front of the house.

Without missing a beat, they strolled up to the front of the house, just as a car pulled into the end of the driveway. Janus rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, a man who was clearly the butler answered the door. They handed over their invitation, and the man immediately let them in.

The party had already started when they slipped into the medium sized ballroom that had been decked out in streamers and other decorations. Janus’s nose immediately wanted to scrunch as the smell of sweat from all the dancing already going on as well as the too strong perfume meant to cover said stench wafted over him. It was by far not the worst smelling time period, but he was pretty sure some people still weren’t aware deodorant had been recently invented.

He checked his time piece which had been disguised as a fancy wristwatch for this trip. “Okay,” he said. “We have about two hours before we need to make our move. We should…”

Remus’s attention was already being dragged away by a young man who seemed to be providing guests with food. “I’m going to go ‘mingle’,” he said, winking.

“No!” Janus hissed. “Re- Richard! No!”

Yet, he was already disappearing into the horde of stinky bodies, likely to go scandalize a bunch of rich folks, and leaving Janus alone. Janus mumbled a curse under his breath that he was sure no one around him would understand even if they could make it out.

Unsure what to do with himself, he wandered over towards where the live musicians were playing jazz music, being sure to keep out of the way of the dancers. He was edging around the makeshift dancefloor, when one of said dancers must have misstepped and knocked into another one. The second man stumbled right towards Janus, arms pinwheeling. Janus reached out on instinct to catch the man as he fell.

There was a moment where the two of them just stared at each other, surprise evident on the other man’s face. He was wearing a mask that just covered the area around his eyes and the top of his nose, revealing a smattering of freckles across his cheeks that Janus imagined extended to his nose. The mask was a light blue velvet with a flower stuck on the side near his right ear, and a trail of curled golden ribbon bobbed down around his chin. The party continued on around them, a blur of movement and sound.

“Are you alright?” Janus asked.

The man blinked up at him and then tilted his head slightly to the side as though confused, before a smile slowly grew on his face. “Oh, I’m fine, Dove.”

“Dove?” Janus asked.

He giggled. “You have dove feathers on your mask,” he explained, reaching up a hand to touch one. His finger brushed the tip of Janus’s ear, “and I don’t know what else I’m supposed to call you.”

“My name is Lee,” he automatically lied.

“Is it?” he asked, sounding amused. “Doesn’t seem to fit you well. I like Dove better.”

“Oh?” asked Janus. “And what’s your name so I can not call you that?”

The man chuckled. “Call me Pat.”

“Hello Pat,” Janus said.

“I thought you didn’t want to call me by my name.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Hmmm,” Pat said, finger tracing idly across Janus’s forearm which was when Janus realized with a start that he was still holding the man in his arms. He quickly went to release him, which Pat allowed with clear amusement. Yet, instead of completely stepping away, Pat grabbed Janus’s arm. “What are you doing all the way over here by the way?” he asked. “Don’t you want to dance.”

“Oh,” Janus hesitated. “I don’t really dance.” Or at least not in the way the people around him were. He’d had basic training for this style, but it had been a while and he was a bit rusty.

“Everyone dances Dove,” Pat claimed. “At least if they know the steps and have the right partner.”

“But I don’t know the steps,” Janus said with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed. “Well, I know the dance pretty well by this point,” Pat said. “Why don’t I teach you how it goes?” He was agreeing with the soft beseeching tone before he even realized it. Pat pulled him into the middle of the throng of people. He seemed to think, bopping his head to the music playing for a moment, before looking back at Janus. “Heard of James Johnson?”

Janus inclined his head.

“Well, have you heard his new song? Because there’s a dance that goes with it.”

He took a few steps away from Janus and started to dance. Despite his claim to know the steps, he wasn’t particularly good, but he made up for any loss of rhythm with pure enthusiasm.

Janus found himself smiling at the man, and after a few moments, joined in with the dance. Despite his lack of practice, he ended up having a better natural rhythm than Pat. Pat didn’t seem to mind that he was being outperformed, however. On the contrary, he giggled at himself the couple of times he stumbled.

When he fell into Janus’s arms for the second time that night, Janus decided he’d probably had enough dancing for the moment and pulled him off to the side to get something to drink and cool down a bit.

He watched the man take a snack and some punch from one of servers with a happy “Thank you!” before turning back to Janus. Pat was easily able to keep Janus’s attention as they chatted. He was bubbly and soft, and Janus found himself enchanted as they talked.

He was explaining the steps of a different dance, a couples one. “Knowing how to perform the tango will entrance any girl you want,” Pat said, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. “Assuming you’re that type of fella.”

“As opposed to what?” Janus asked.

Pat leaned in a bit closer. Not too much, but enough that he was definitely in Janus’s space. “A different type of fella,” he said simply, before smiling and leaning back.

Janus let out a shaky exhale and took a sip of punch. He glanced over at Pat. “Tell me about yourself, Pat,” he said.

Pat hummed in contemplation. “Well, I went to France recently.”

“You did?”

“Oui, but I ran into some trouble”

“What kind of trouble?” Janus asked curiously.

“Oh, the kind with a pretty boy and crepes that were way too sweet. Anyway,” he continued. “Other than that, I mostly help out my friend. He’s an inventor.”

“And how do you help him?”

He shrugged, “Running errands mostly, and making sure he gets enough sleep, because otherwise he gets distracted and forgets. And you?”

“I’m a banker,” he said, remembering his cover, but felt compelled to add, “but I like to travel as well.”

“You do look the type?”

“And how is that?”

Pat shrugged. “I can always tell a wandering spirt from the masses, and you are easy to spot.” Pat looked at him then with a secret smile on his face, and Janus felt suddenly known, like the man in front of him had known him for years even though they’d only just met. Looking at him then, he wanted suddenly for that to be fact and not a flight of fancy.

He was brought firmly back to reality in the next moment. “Lee,” a pointed and familiar voice said. Janus’s head snapped up to see Remus, staring at him. He tapped his wrist. Janus glanced at his own wrist: 10:58pm. He just barely managed not to curse.

“I,” he said looking up at Pat. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“That’s okay,” Pat said easily. “It is getting rather late.”

“Yes,” Janus agreed. “Well… goodbye.”

Pat, titled his head, a half smile on his face. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

Janus nodded, and turned away from him towards Remus. He didn’t look back as they excited the ballroom. They snuck into a small side closet for coats that wasn’t being used as it was summer.

“So,” Remus said when the door closed behind them.

“Don’t,” warned Janus.

“I’m not one to judge,” Remus said.

“Shut up.” He glanced at his watch. It was 11:02. “We’ll go in 5.”

“I have to give it to you. He was very cute.”

“We’re not talking about it.”

Remus just laughed joyfully, and Janus did his best to halt the blood rushing to his cheeks.

At 11:07, well into their window, they slipped back out of the closet, and towards the stairs as the party raged on.

Despite how Remus usually never shut up, he was able to be quiet when it counted. They snuck to the master bedroom of the home’s owners in silence. The door was already wide open by the time they got there, and Janus didn’t think anything of it. At least, he didn’t until they entered the bedroom, and there was someone already there.

The man turned from the dresser he’d been standing in front of to face them, sending Janus the same smile he had down in the ballroom. Janus and Remus both froze. “Sorry, sweetie,” Pat said. “Were you here for this too?” he held up the necklace they’d been sent for. He closed his fist around the charm made out of time travel tech.

“What?” Janus said.

Pat giggled and winked. “Unfortunately, I need it a bit more than you at the moment. So, I’m gonna have to go.” Janus stepped forward, not really sure what he was intending to do, but Pat just smiled. “See you some other time, my Turtle Dove.” With a snap of his fingers and loud crack, he disappeared. The mask he’d been wearing fluttered to the ground.

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