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Mary: Jasmine Buds
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Designer’s Reflection: Jasmine Buds
Obtained: Casual Drinks workshop
Rarity: SR
Attribute: Green/Fresh
Awakened Suit: Jasmine Aroma
Story - transcripts from Designer’s Reflection
Chapter 1 - Lucky Color
Chapter 2 - Unexpected Crisis
Chapter 3 - Jasmine Tea
Story - summarized
Mary is Queen Ophelia’s most trusted maid. She meticulously plans everything - from the suits the Queen wears down to the smallest accessory, to afternoon tea and the type of china. Today’s plans include preparing afternoon tea with the Duchess of Humphrey.
The noble family of Humphrey is young and influential, so this meeting will be important. May double-checks that the kitchen is stocked with the Duchess’ favorite tea: pine needle tea.
After gathering a jasmine bouquet from the garden, she goes up to the Queen’s bedroom, serving breakfast and chatting with her. The two enjoy their mornings like this: simple, friendly, warm. But they still have to get ready for the afternoon tea.
Finally, the Duchess of Humphrey arrives with her own maid, Sal. Sal is stunned by the beauty of the palace, and she can’t help but gush with Mary over everything.
And then she shares that the Duchess is getting sick of pine needle tea.
Mary hurries to the kitchen. She can’t ruin this important meeting! She remembers the jasmine bouquet she had picked for the Queen that morning. Jasmine tea is delicious, but a lot of nobles think it’s too mundane and lowly for their status. Could it still work?
She blends the jasmine and pine needle teas and finally serves the Queen and the Duchess. The Duchess is impressed with the new tea, and even asks for the recipe! The rest of the meeting goes smoothly.
Connections
-In Chapter 1, Mary mentions that the Original Crystal is back and Ophelia is happier and better. After the events of the Vol. 1 finale, Pigeon Kingdom finally got the Original Crystal back from Lilith and Nightbane.
Fun Facts
-Color divination is different from how Mary uses it. She just picks a lucky color of the day based on the flowers she sees, but in divination, each color has a meaning, like green represents nature and wealth, silver represents the moon and mysteries, and white represents purity and completion.
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Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated
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(The whole thing about ghosts and liminals having fast metabolisms and resistance to chemicals, making Danny have to take way higher dose of things like medications, caffeinated drinks, and other substances for them to even do anything.)
Danny’s in Gotham and goes to get coffee from a random cafe. He asks the barista what the caffeine content of their strongest drink is and lets out a disappointed sigh when they tell him. (It wouldn’t do anything to him and would just taste super bitter)
Danny proceeds to order some super sweet and sugary drink with multiple pumps of flavored syrup and drizzle on it. And when Danny gets his drink he takes out a canister of white powder and dumps a whole tablespoon of it into his drink and stirs it.
Danny after drinking some of it and being more awake he realizes that most of the shop saw what he did and that an unknown white power in Gotham is usually something illegal. Danny knowing his luck doesn’t want to risk even the slightest chance someone decides to do something about the teenager with a container of unknown white powder just straight up tells everyone it’s pure powdered caffeine.
This somehow causes an even more dramatic reaction, after all no normal human can survive that much caffeine.
Tim who both saw the whole thing and ordered the strongest drink they made: That’s like 75 cups of coffee… should I order caffeine powder?
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simcardiac-arrested · 5 months
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where is bro going
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toyourliking · 1 month
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he's hungee
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stat-e-ofgrace · 6 months
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each vault makes it more apparent that taylor was really struggling. but equally, each vault makes it increasingly clear why, seemingly, no one ever intervened.  She was messy in a way that was socially acceptable (at least privately) for ambitious, high-achieving women to be messy in the early/mid 2010s
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satans-knitwear · 4 months
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Lemme razzle ur dazzle ✨
Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
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notbecauseofvictories · 7 months
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up early and grumpy about it, but I started chopping cilantro and scallions and for whatever reason the crunch and sudden greenness of the smell singlehandedly convinced me that the world is worth living in. never had that experience at 6am dead sober before.
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filmnoirsbian · 6 months
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The thing w the silly "no one does anything on this site" poll post that makes it so funny is that people TALK on here like they do things and then just...don't. And it's fine to not do things! But when someone who has never had sex talks about being a slut or someone who does not interact with their local lgbt community in real life calls themselves a "queer elder" it's just funny to me idk. Not just the "no one does anything" site but the role playing site. But instead of pretending to be a kickass centaur you're pretending to have an offline social life.
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cuubism · 1 year
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Okay but AFTER Dream dramatically storms into Desire's realm yelling "WTF did you do to Hob" I can't imagine Desire just...ignored that. They 100% had to go check out this human and see what is so interesting that Dream is all twisted up in knots over him. Can very much picture Desire swanning into the New Inn in their craziest Lady Gaga outfit already drinking a cosmopolitan and introducing themselves to Hob. Because Desire realises that rather than plotting Dream's downfall they can fuck with Dream INFINITELY more by bothering his immortal crush. It's the sibling instinct.
oh. they DEFINITELY will. and like. eventually dream explains his whole thought process, and the fact that desire has fucked with him in the past (hob: dear god why is your family so fucked up), and dream is basically like: DO NOT. ENGAGE WITH DESIRE. IF THEY TRY TO TALK TO YOU. just call me (he still does not have a phone so unclear how this will work) and i'll kick their ass.
critical point: dream did not in any way tell hob how to IDENTIFY DESIRE.
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The person who struts -- it's really the only word Hob can think of -- over to the bar at the New Inn makes him uneasy, though he can't say why. Hob is not made uncomfortable easily, he's lived too long and been in too many scrapes to feel intimidated in his own pub, of all places.
But something about them makes his hackles rise. The eyes, maybe. They're too cunning.
But he's not in the habit of throwing people out on looks so he just offers a tight smile and says, "Get you something?"
He's tending bar himself, today. Gives him something to do between terms. And he finds himself strangely grateful to have the bar between him and his strange customer as they slide onto one of the bar stools.
"Cosmo, please," they say, voice like sugar halfway to caramelizing, a bit of pop and smoke in the smooth glide.
This is a bit of an odd drink selection for eleven in the morning, but Hob has, at various points in his life though thankfully no longer, done lines of cocaine before even having breakfast, so he really has no pedestal from which to judge.
"Coming right up."
The bar at the New Inn is well-stocked nowadays. Used to be, they served mainly beer and wine, nothing fancy. Then Hob made the horrible mistake of promising his students an end of term cocktail-making class if they came to all the exam review sessions -- because he does actually know how to make drinks, he's been alive for six centuries, thanks very much -- and now it's become a thing and he's stuck doing it forever.
Then Dream took to his drinks, and alcohol is no substitute for food but getting Dream to eat or drink anything is a bloody miracle, so if that anything is the bougiest mixture of alcohols Hob can come up with, well--
Actually. Actually that might be worse than nothing at all.
Makes Dream happy though, so what is Hob to do? Keep ordering luxardo cherries and elderflower liqueur until he outlives them, that's what.
He finishes shaking the drink under the heavy gaze of his guest and pours, sliding it across the table to them.
Hob feels like he's being sized up by a predator as they take a long, delicate sip. The color of the drink matches the pink of their blazer. Hob is struggling to recall if said blazer was actually pink when they arrived.
"Ah. You mix a good drink, Hob Gadling," they say, propping their head on their hand, looking a him from under their lashes, and, ah, so that's what this is.
Hob leans on the bar. "What sort of... entity are you, then?"
Their whole face brightens in what Hob thinks is delight. "Oh! So you are a perceptive one. Get a lot of entities in here, do you, Robert?"
"'Bout as many as can be expected. That's not an answer."
They pout. "Neither is yours. And can't a being just pop by the local speakeasy for a drink without being interrogated?"
"Seems a little unfair that you know my name, and I don't know yours," Hob points out. "Names have power, and so on, isn't that the thing?"
His guest studies him. "You are both far more normal and far less normal than I'd been expecting. Fascinating."
Um.
Before Hob is forced to respond to that, the door swings open to reveal Dream, shrouded in darkness and nighttime and vibrating with electrical fury. Shadows crawl up the windows. All the lights in the inn flicker out.
Oh boy.
"I," Dream says, each word a thunderclap, shining gaze fixed on Hob's guest at the bar, "Explicitly. Forbade. You. From. Interfering."
"What are you going to do, hit me?" taunts the other entity, leaning back on their stool, drink balanced in one hand.
Hob looks back and forth between them, wondering if he should fetch a weapon. He keeps a cricket bat here somewhere, surely...
"Dream, love," he says, once he's decided it's better to try to deescalate the situation rather than introducing further weaponry, "your usual?"
Dream nods, stalking over to the bar. His gaze flits briefly to Hob, softening, before snapping right back to the other being.
"I see you remain incapable of heeding a warning," he says, all ice.
"It's not really part of my nature," they say. "I see it, I like it... well, you get it."
Oh. Oh no.
Cautiously, Hob slides his drink over to Dream. Without breaking eye contact with... Desire? it must be, and thanks, Dream, for the complete lack of description, Dream picks up his drink and downs the whole thing in one long swallow.
Ooooooh boy.
"Desire," Hob says, and they perk up at his realization of their name, looking over at him, "might be better if you were going now."
Desire lets out a frustrated huff. "Ugh, of course. I certainly don't want to upset 'ole Nightmare here."
"You certainly don't want my fist in your jaw," Hob says, more audible threat in it than he intends -- but he remembers Dream's halting confession, about how often love had turned out to be manipulation, and he thinks he should be congratulated on his restraint, actually.
Desire just laughs, and-- ah, Hob is starting to see that there's no winning with this one. Even and especially when you haven't agreed to the game.
"I suppose I'll be going then, before the fists start flying." They slide out of their seat and glide towards the door, waving. "Nice meeting you, Robert! I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again, soon."
I don't doubt it, Hob thinks.
They take their drink with them. Hob's not feeling particularly inclined to chase down that glass.
Dream still hasn't moved. He stares after Desire, empty glass about to crack in his grip.
"Dream?"
"I said that you should call for me," Dream says, the ghost of words.
With what means, exactly? Hob thinks. Damned enigmatic shadow of a man. "You didn't tell me who to look out for."
"Oh." Dream finally snaps out of his daze. "Yes. I apologize."
"Come sit down."
Hob fetches a glass of water and drags Dream over to their usual booth, pushing the water into his hands. "Drink that."
Dream stares down at it. "Why?"
"Because you just chugged a drink you usually sip for hours. Drink."
"I will not get drunk unless I choose to," Dream says.
"Have you tested that?" Hob asks.
Dream's brows furrow. "...No."
"Then let's not do that now. Drink. Come on."
Dream sips at the water. "I am sorry," he says, slowly, "about Desire."
"And I'm sorry I didn't actually punch them," Hob says, making Dream look up at him in surprise. "Well. Sort of. Wouldn't want to make it worse."
A smile tugs at Dream's lips. "You would... defend my honor?"
"Always," Hob vows. "I'd defend you. Don't care if the devil himself has it out for you."
"That may well happen," Dream says.
Hob stares at Dream. Dream stares back.
"Oh," Hob says, or maybe just hopes, "you're making a joke."
"No," says Dream. "Lucifer and I are on poor terms at the moment. She may seek revenge."
Hob keeps staring at him. Dream meets his gaze evenly.
Hob scrubs his hands through his hair. "Lucifer and you..."
Why was it always like this?
When he looks up again, Dream is smirking at him. "You're a menace," Hob tells him. "One day, you're going to give me the full rundown of everyone who has beef with you so I can be prepared."
"That will be a long list," Dream says.
"Of course it is," Hob sighs.
Dream takes his hand as if he can comfort Hob through all of the insane interactions he's sure to have with strange beings in the near future. The worst thing is, it works. Hob squeezes his hand and immediately remembers why he's willing to do anything for him.
"I'd go to Hell for you," he says. "I'd prefer not to, though, if it's all the same."
"That is my preference as well," says Dream.
There's a lot Hob would do for Dream. It's probably unhealthy. But what's the point of living six hundred years if you're going to spend it all being healthy, anyway.
"Why do so many people have problems with you, anyway?" Hob asks.
Hob knows. Hob fucking knows why.
Dream pouts. "Matthew tells me my social skills are 'less than adequate.'"
That's one way to phrase 'you act like an arrogant dick 85% of the time.' Matthew should receive a medal for his tact.
Hob loves that arrogant dick, though, God fucking damn him.
"All the more reason to get me that list, then," Hob says. "Maybe we can prevent you from creating an interdimensional incident."
"Will you accomplish this by threatening to punch them in the face?" Dream asks, completely neutral.
"Okay, you know what? Fair," Hob admits, and Dream chuckles. "Perhaps neither of us is cut out for diplomacy. The point, though, is: of course I'd defend you. I love you."
Dream kisses the back of his hand. As if he's only just now realized what he's done to Hob's pub, the lights all flicker back on.
"Thank Christ, I thought I was going to have to replace all those bulbs."
"Do you think I would do that to you?" Dream says with a tiny smile, Hob's hand still pressed to his lips.
You've done worse than that to me, Hob thinks. Better, too. So much better.
"No, love," he says, "I know you wouldn't."
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Angel: Fancy Milk Tea
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Designer's Reflection: Fancy Milk Tea
Obtained: Casual Drinks workshop
Rarity: SR
Attribute: Pink/Sweet
Awakened Suit: Black Sugar Milk Tea
Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection
Chapter 1 - Boba Obsession
Chapter 2 - Hardships and Inspiration
Chapter 3 - Popular Channel
Story - summarized
Angel loves boba tea. She even has a channel online dedicated to boba tea: the many flavors, the various toppings, the secret menu, how to pick a flavor for your mood...
Despite how much hard work she puts in, her channel remains slow.
Nevertheless, she still maintains enthusiasm with every new shop and special. And one of her favorite shops just opened a new branch. Angel heads straight there, eagerly waiting in line behind a man who has a long, long, long list of drinks to order.
Finally, she has her own boba, as well as two more for Nikki and Momo. She goes to their nail salon and gives them their favorite teas. As the friends chat and do their nails, Angel brings up her struggle with the channel. She also mentions that she tried fashion designing, but nothing stood out to her as good.
Nikki suggests combining bubble tea with designing. After their meet-up, Angel gets a bolt of inspiration: not only add boba elements to her clothes, but model them on camera when she does her blogs.
Sure enough, within a couple weeks, her channel hits 10,000 fans. All of them adore her style, and some want to buy copies of her designs. All is going well for Angel... until she ends up in line behind a man who has a long, long, long list of drinks to order. Again.
Connections
-Angel continues to come to Nikki's nail salon. Even if you hire Chi Xiaoyu or Helz to take over business for a day, you can check your customers list, and you will always see Angel at least twice throughout the week.
-Momo loves the social media spotlight as you can tell, and he got his big break in Pumpkin Witch when he displayed his very first design online.
Fun Facts
-Another name for bubble tea is "boba tea" because of two things: the tapioca balls look like colorful bubbles in the tea, and also because the Chinese word for tapioca balls sounds like "boba." You can learn more about this Taiwanese drink here.
-While Angel is a regular customer at Nikki's salon, no nail art was released alongside this suit.
-One of Angel's fans commented that she had "tres-cool designs." Tres is French for "very" and it's pronounced "tray" or "treh." Some people think it's trendy to drop French words in their comments or dialogue.
-I personally like how a design based after a sugary-sweet drink gets the Sweet attribute. It's a play-on-words.
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stuckinapril · 3 months
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me every two seconds because i actually can’t stop compulsively applying my lip balm/gloss
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starjunkyard · 6 months
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Wilson & cuddy r work wives...... To ME . Not a lot of people wld nderstand my deep twisted Fucked up mind...........
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francisabernathysgf · 11 months
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anyways i wanna start a reading cult...like read old books, get drunk, summon the ghost of Wilde and Byron then have an orgy...idk...maybe write some poems
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satsuha · 2 months
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something i've been curious about based on some conversations i've had with friends in the past... i'd appreciate if you would reblog and add where you(r parents) are from!
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