#dash is on one with this subject today and i appreciate all of you

[yuphoric]

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ❥ yuuta okkotsu (m) | part 1

➵ summary: Yuuta Okkotsu is head over heels (read: pathetically) in love with a girl who wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. When the opportunity to call her “his” arrives on a silver platter—that is, when she loses all her memories—without thinking, he grabs the opportunity to claim himself as her husband.

➵ pairing: obsessive stalker!yuuta okkotsu x f!reader ➵ word count: 1,163 ➵ warnings: MINORS DNI – stalking & obsession (for future drabbles? chapters? smut)

author’s note: ALL LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! <3 inspired by the 1D fanfic i read 9 years ago (“illegally yours” by _DaniMoon_)… ALSO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS……….. the yuuta brainrot was just sooo... bad i wrote all of this in one sitting SCREAMINGGGG

Yuuta Okkotsu is a well-calculated man; he’s a “mastermind” as Taylor Swift would say. He’s smart, and he’s careful. He’s everything but stupid.

However, when it comes to you, he becomes stupid. Stupidly in love. All thoughts of intellect trashed at the deepest corner of his mind, all reasons of rationality ignored. Even back in high school, he’d admire you from afar—too insecure to even place himself in your world. He never deemed his world worthy to accommodate you; you who he defines as perfection, you who shines brighter than any of the constellations combined.

When this seemingly perfect chance to have you, to love you, falls beneath his feet; he takes it—he grabs it. 

His day started like his usual routine. He greeted the kind barista named ‘Yuuji’ behind the counter and bought his usual coffee order from the small café he frequents at. He sat at the plush chair (technically, could be labeled as his own by how much his ass sat on it) near the window, catching sight of the beautiful morning scenery—

You.

You, at exactly eight in the morning, arrive with the usual twinkle in your eye. Yuuta falls in love more every day with the sight of perfection. In these typical mornings, you always carry a digital camera, taking pictures of your usual subjects; like the shop’s designs that change weekly (Last week, he recalled it was designed with cute little balloons to celebrate the owner’s birthday), the baristas which have become your friends, and the pastries layed out inside the glass display. He always wondered when he could be the subject of your pictures.

Once Yuuta hears the soft jingle of the shop’s bells, you dash over the counter and greet Yuuji. If someone would ask Yuuta what you usually order, he could easily recite it: “One sea salt latte and a banana muffin, please.” On days you feel like ‘experimenting,’ he knows that you would instead order a double shot of espresso and a puff pastry.

While he tries to not seem obvious stalking—admiring—you, he couldn’t help himself to let his eyes wander on your body. Especially when today, you wore the pink miniskirt he loved seeing on you, how it perfectly hugs your waist down to your thighs. After you pay, you walk to your designated seat: the one near the counter, just beneath the air conditioner. He shakes his head, turning back to his table; his hand grasping the ballpoint pen he brought to messily sketch the you of today on his journal. His ordered drink is neglected at the side, his focus on your sketch and his view of you by the corner of his eye.

Today seems like any other day.

Until it wasn’t.

The bells ring once again at the entry of another man with dark hair bunched in a top knot. Yuuta watches as your eyes light up at the sight of this man, and he could swear he feels his stomach lurch. Who is this man and why is she so happy to see him? The grip Yuuta had on his pen tightened, similar to the feeling of his vulnerable heart. Do you have a boyfriend he never knew of?

For the next couple of minutes, he watches the sequence of events play out. First, Yuuji delivers a tray of two different drinks and two different pastries on your shared table. Second, the sweet conversation you introduced to this ‘top knot’ (read: ‘top one asshole,’ as Yuuta conjured in his head) seemingly turned sour instantaneously. Then currently, Yuuta watches the back and forth of free flowing arguments between the two of you.

How dare this man hurt you?

Someone as perfect as you?

The chatter in the shop couldn’t mask the heated conversation you shared with the man across your seat. Yuuta desperately wanted to intervene; to say something, to wipe the leaking tears away from your face—but he stayed still. He remains unmoved. What else could he do, anyway? He watches as your emotions get the best of you; your face displaying emotions of frustration and anguish. Yuuta vowed to himself not to make you feel the way you do right now because of the asshole you were with, to not see these expressions on your pretty face.

You stand up, and Yuuta hears the loud screech your chair evokes as you trudge your way out. The ‘top one asshole’ remains seated, his back turned against Yuuta. With no other thought passing through his head but you, he follows your lead outside the shop. His coffee remains untouched, pen now bashed in his jean’s pockets and his journal pinched between his fingers.

He, himself, couldn’t calculate his next few actions.

Yuuta follows the blue sedan car you drive; he strikes closely behind you, not too near, but not too far either. His eyes zero in your form, maintaining the pace of his motorcycle. He hopes you don’t notice him following him for the past couple of minutes already; of course, he just wanted to ensure that you were safe—that you were okay. He was just worried, that’s all.

After the three alternating turns and the two highways you drove, the road the two were driving at started to get steeper. The cars and other transportation devices started to lessen and lessen. Yuuta feels the sweat start to drip down his neck, the helmet he wears starts to loosen, while he continues to push down all the weight of his body on his seat to control himself. He sees your car get faster than a lightning speed, your car evoking a loud screeching sound. 

What the actual fuck were you trying to do?

You seemed frantic, displayed through your driving. In a matter of seconds, you started to lose control of your car. Yuuta watches your car fishtail like a wild animal, spinning repeatedly until you hit a light post. 

He feels the adrenaline rush through his veins, as he pushes his motorcycle behind you. The exhilaration overcame his body’s fatigue from the extensive, one-sided pursuit. The reverberation of the screeching continued to pierce the tranquility of the road, resonating in the middle of almost nowhere. Yuuta feels his heart race, but not because he's in love with you; rather, it’s because he worries you got seriously hurt. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yuuta mutters to himself as he sees dust erupt from your car’s tires, casting a cloud that obscured his view of you. He catches up to your swerved car, him haphazardly pushing down on his rear brake pedal. “What the fuck happened?”

He cautiously approached your car, his heart stuttering against his ribs. Yuuta peers through your car’s cracked window, only to see head laid on your headrest with your eyes closed. His gut wrenches at the sight of the blood seeping through the wound on your forehead; fortunately, the cut wasn’t too big, but it was deep.

What the fuck is he supposed to do now?

a/n: will post other parts to this!! planning to make this multichaptered?? I JUST LOVE YUTAAAAAA.....the brainrot is so bad imnfdndsbhjhbascdhjdajchhjajksjkjsdkdnwkejkdjw pls lmk what u think <33

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[femmespoiled]

I've been thinking quite a bit about this conversation I had with a butch I had a thing with, a few years back. To be honest, it crosses my mind a lot. In this conversation we were talking about butch/femme, aesthetics, stereotypes etc. The context to it is that I saw a video that showed, unfortunately stereotyped, femme as these 4 styles of clothing and whatever, you can think it was funny, it's not the end of the world certainly, but we got to talking about this notion that I think the community forgets, regardless of verbally recognising "we're not aesthetics".

He showed me a picture that he really liked of this butch/femme couple in a bar and they were both wearing the same outfit and yet we could recognise them as a butch/femme pairing. Reminds me also of this black and white picture of two butches with a femme in the middle, they were in similar clothes, only the shirts said "butch" or "fem" in the case of the one I now bring up. Both of these were taken before the 1980s, if I recall correctly. Of course these are pictures, so we don't get the full context of their identities, but the intention here is to illustrate the concept of, in a way, the silliness of separating us by clothes and aesthetics. What this expectation of femininity or masculinity means considering both of these can be presented in such a subjective way.

When I talk about this, and how I view femme through my own femme lenses, I want to once again, shed light to some parts I love of The Persistent Desire: A Femme-Butch Reader by Joan Nestle:

"the femme is the lesbian who poses this problem of misinterpreted choice in the deepest way... Femmes are women who have made choices, but we need to be able to read between the cultural lines to appreciate their strength. Lesbians should be mistresses of discrepancies, knowing that resistance lies in the change of context." - the resistance and the strength of femme, along with its meaning, isn't quite obvious and a lot of people tend to miss it.

"Butches were known by their appearance, femmes by their choices."

And this part of Butch Is A Noun by S. Bear Bergman:

"(For the record, I believe that the same is true of femmes; the femmes who get the most admiration, the most approbation in the queer community in which I live seem to be the ones who cherry-pick exactly what of femininity they want, mix it with a hearty dash of traditionally masculine characteristics like sexual agency, stompy boots, assertiveness, fondness for power tools, and so on, and shake up a gendered cocktail that makes traditional unexamined cultural femininity look a little watery, a little pale. This is what I see, as a longtime admirer of femmes in all their variations, but I freely acknowledge that I only see what any femme cares to show me, and it's really not for me to say."

I think femme identity can become this pale misconstrued concept because we're not as obviously recognizable and people aren't as prepared to recognize us. People get used to, when thinking of lesbians, noticing and expecting butch signs, in such a way that femmes flew under the radar as an identity and definition and we still deal with that heavily today. And lately I've been seeing somewhat of a guessing game of what it all means that doesn't encompass our full range, truly it's hard to encompass that in any case.

But the moral of the story, I guess, is that femme needs more than a glance, more than one size fits all, more than what meets the eye, if we can recognize the multitude and holistic nature in the other side of our coin, we're capable of recognizing it within us.

#bellas butch/femme tag #bellas books #because of the mentions of books i make available in the drive #btexts

[ink-flavored]

#OCKiss2024 Day 2: Rain

Sunshower Part of the @ockissweek event from Feb. 12-18th, featuring the titular couple from Pride & Justice. Tips are appreciated!

It was a peaceful day out. Pride walked down the street hand in hand with Justice, sated from lunch date and gawking around the local curiosity shops. They didn’t end of buying anything—or stealing anything, no matter how much he wanted to—but looking was enough. On a clear, warm day like this, walking around was an activity unto itself.

The first droplet struck his nose out of nowhere. Startled, he swiped it off and frowned up at the sky for an explanation. It wasn’t supposed to rain today. Sure enough, not a single dark cloud appeared to take the blame. They were all fluffy, white, and innocent. Pride narrowed his eyes.

“What’s the matter?” Justice asked.

“Did you feel any rain?”

Curious, Justice stuck his palm out, but he shouldn’t have bothered. A second drop, a third, followed by dozens and dozens more freckled the city streets. In a heartbeat, they were subject to a downpour. They both froze in shock, Pride gasping as water drenched his hair and shoulders and Justice hunched over with his hand over his head in a feeble attempt to shield himself. A torrent of rain plastered them, with pearly white clouds and the sun shining merrily.

“What,” Pride demanded, “the fuck?”

“I didn’t know this could happen,” Justice said, awed at the concept.

“What is happening? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I have no idea!”

Pride tugged him down the street. “Come on, let’s get somewhere dry.”

All around them, frazzled pedestrians dashed down the sidewalk to find refuge. No one had an umbrella, resorting to holding books, suitcases, purses, anything with a decent mass above their heads to poorly mimic one. Pride searched all around, trying to find an awning or a doorstep or something for them to stand under. Wet hair slapped his cheeks as he whipped his head back and forth. He swiped it away with growing annoyance, clothes getting steadily soaked through. He couldn’t find any escape.

“Oh no, Pride,” Justice warned.

“What?” he asked, squinting through the rain.

He squished his lips together, suspiciously amused. “Your eyeliner is…”

Pride froze, hand flying up to the corner of his eye. He stared in horror when his fingertips came away bright red. “Motherfucker.”

Justice snorted hugely before dissolving into laughter. Water ran in rivulets down the sides of his face, and they could have been tears of joy. Pride tried to swipe his face clean, but only succeeded in smearing it around.

“Ugh!” he complained. “I look like a mess now.”

“So do I!” Justice agreed, as if it were a good thing. “Here, here, watch.”

He flipped his locs over one shoulder, gathered them in his fists, and wrung them out like he did after a shower. A tiny waterfall rushed from his hands, splattering on the ground into the puddle forming at their feet. Pride stared, completely bewildered, while Justice broke into giggles again.

“What the Hell is so funny about this?” he asked.

“It’s fun to be a mess, isn’t it?”

“Only when I want to be.”

Justice shrugged, grinning in the face of his frustration. “You’re not getting any drier!”

With that, he skipped off down the street, arms outstretched to the pouring rain. Astonished, Pride could only chase after him, not enjoying it nearly as much.

The clouds hadn’t let up in the slightest. Rainwater rivers glugged into the street gutters. Puddles gathered in any unsuspecting divot, pooling at the ends of the sidewalks. There wasn’t an inch of Pride that wasn’t soaked, outfit ruined from the impossible storm. But ahead of him, Justice jumped and twirled around, water thrown off his locs in a shimmery arc.

“Can you slow down?” Pride called.

Instead of replying, Justice turned around and skipped his way back down the street. He took Pride’s hands and dragged him in a circle. Stumbling around, he sputtered through the water dripping down his face.

“What are you—why?” he asked.

“It’s fun,” Justice said, not dampened by the rain or his confusion. “Come on, try it.”

Pride resisted making a sour face. He wasn’t in the mood for fun. He wanted to stomp his way home, throw on some dry clothes, and complain incessantly about this disaster. But Justice was… happy. So he didn’t want to mess that up.

“Fine,” he sighed. “I guess I can’t look any more ruined than this.”

Justice stopped spinning and pulled him along at an eager pace. Pride jogged with all the effort he could muster, boots splashing in the rain. Justice’s sneakers matched him beat for beat, water bursting from under his soles. The drops continued to fall, flying right into their faces as they trotted through the curtain of rain. Pride swiped his eyes, clenched Justice’s hand, and picked up his pace to keep up. Justice smiled back at him, but with a brow raised. He sped up just enough to stay ahead.

Pride narrowed his eyes. If this was a race, he wasn’t going to be left behind. He lengthened his stride, practically jumping over the asphalt squares of sidewalk. With the advantage of height, Justice matched him easily. Pride steeled himself and went even faster, each footstep creating a burst of water that crashed back down like turbulent ocean waves.

He nearly tripped, alarmed, when he caught himself smiling. This… was fun. In his shock, Justice pulled ahead far enough that their linked hands stretched to a diagonal.

“No!” he growled.

Justice startled—a fatal mistake. Pride sprinted ahead with all his strength, wet footsteps matching the competitive thud in his ears. He grinned fiercely the second he was in the lead, fingers straining to keep their hold on Justice. Their wet hands slipped apart for a second, but he barely noticed, focused only on his victory.

The entire world lurched away. Justice snatched his waist, hoisted him into the air, and spun him in circles. Water flew off his soaked hair and clothes, and all Pride could do was laugh. Like their race mere seconds before, Justice matched him, beat for lighthearted beat.

On the way down, Pride twisted around to plant a wet kiss on his cheek. Justice set him down, spun him around, and cupped his cheeks for a full kiss. Pride grabbed his shirt, twisting his hands in the wet fabric to pull him closer. It squeezed a stream of water on the ground, joining the raindrops all around them.

“I don’t think you look ruined,” Justice murmured to him, “by the way.”

“No, I do,” Pride corrected. “But I make it look good.”

#OCKiss24 #OCKiss2024 #original writing #original fiction #original character #original characters #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community #annika talks #P&J #Pride & Justice #fun fact: in texas a sunshower is called 'the devil's beating his wife' #i don't know why. i prefer sunshower better.

[twiceland]

oh my gosh okay first of all happyyyy wednesday (it is wednesday in my timezone hehe) to everyone !!! today i hit 1k followers after having this blog since october 2022, and i feel ever so grateful for all of you, mutuals or not, for supporting me throughout this wild ride <//3 i'm currently in exam season (i'm crying inside) so i haven't been very active this year but i am still so happy and excited and ahhhh!!!!!! this means so much to me and honestly i can't even believe that we're here in this moment but wahshjdfhgjshd thank you all soooooo much <3 to celebrate, i decided to write mini email looking notes for some of my mutuals! please don’t be offended if i didn’t write an email for you; if you would like an email and we are mutuals please send me an ask and i will 100% write you one!!!!

to: miru ( @rosiesared ) subject: my fav yunjin stan

MIRUUUUU <3 i still cannot believe we’ve been friends for almost two years. you are genuinely one of the kindest people i know and one of the most genuine ones i know. you’re always there when i just wanna talk and ramble and we ramble together and i adore you for that 🥹 i remember us meeting and me being intimidated as fuck by you but u are the sweetest and have the most amazing personality 💖💖💖💖 i’m so proud of you always I LOVE U TO BITSSSSS

to: isai ( @solojihyo : @yosang ) subject: jihyo’s wife ( real !!! )

MY CLUMSY BLOB <3 hi my love!!! you are someone i love and hold so dearly to my heart <3 you’re someone i can talk to at my happiest and my worst, and you help me become a better version of myself. you’re so sweet and lovely and such a genuinely wonderful person and i appreciate you being in my life these past couple of years. i adore you!! love you sooooooo much my fav horanghae lover (btw i walked into a pole again yesterday. i didnt hurt myself dw) (also thank u for convincing me to download the cracked ps from the link you sent in the server) (i lov u)

to: michaela ( @mandu : @thefeelz ) subject: jennie’s loml

when you followed me i was so sure i was in a fever dream. i’m pretty sure i blinked at my screen like 200 times. ANYWAYS you are literally ,,,,, i think the only way to say this is so fucking cool . although we don’t talk a lot, seeing u on the dash is always a sure way to make me smile <3 i love youuuuu

to: zay ( @jeonwonwoo : @kimsdahyun ) subject: jeonghan’s bff

HI MY MOST BELOVED ZAY !!! over the last couple of months we’ve gotten sm closer and i just love hearing ab u talk about our fav sebongs and ps stuff && everything you’re passionate about. you’re genuinely one of the most fun and funny people i know and i adore you so much <3 love u love u love u jeonghans wife 💖💖💖💖 MY MOST AESTHETIC PRETTIEST QUEEN !!!!!

to: dana ( @lesseraive ) subject: chaewon = loml = the only girl ever

dana!!!! i still cannot believe its only been … a little more than a year? since we became mutuals 😭 you’re the best. i love shittalking w you, talking about our girls (jangchae) and how izone deserved and deserves better (we miss u izone) (u are forever) (never izgone) . you’re like an older sister to me and i feel like i can talk to you about anything. thank you for being here and being my friend, i love youuuu <3 jeonghyeon p01

to: elv ( @seokmins ) subject: seokmin’s pizza girl !

elvvvvv <3 tbh we’ve talked to about this before but i think the most funny part of our friendship is me not remembering how we met HSKFBSJSK i know that we were both mutuals in laws through isai but honestly it feels like we’ve been mutuals for like ….. ever. you are so sweet and lively it feels like we are just two sunshines together in a field of sunflowers whenever we talk 😭 you make me smile whenever you come up on the dash and you deserve all of the love in the entire world <3 sending my squishiest hugs your way! 💗

to: mini ( @venompinks ) subject: #1 blackpink lover

MINI MINI MINI !!!! hi beloved <3 tbh ive always seen u as like an older sibling to me. you have rhsi comforting vibe that just emulates love & support and i adore that. i love seeing ur creations && support towards ur favs (esp the pinks hehe) and ur so so so lovely!!!! sending u all the squishiest hugs in the whole wide WORLD !!!!!

to: theo ( @lovebitxx ) subject: chaer’s #1 <3

THEO THEO THEO THEO !!!!! i remember you following me during your lixblr era and feeling so :OOO bc that was pre gg blog and i was like wowowow bc all of your creations are so pretty 😭😭😭 im so happy we’ve gotten closer and u always make me smile and just seeing u on my dash and talking to u makes me so happyyyyy!! you’re so passionate about your favs and its always so nice to see you get excited about them ): i love youuuu so much 💗

to: daisy ( @svmit ) subject: juhyeon’s bf ( REAL ! )

MY DAISYYYYY i love you!!!! getting to know you have been soso fun and im so glad to know you 🥹🥹🥹 you’re genuinely so sweet and adorable and i want to squeeze u into the tightest hug 🫂 my fav lightsum && ptg stan 4ever!!!!! 💞💞💞

to: shreya ( @fawad-khan : @kiimtaehyung ) subject: tae’s wife & hyunjin’s gf 🎀🎀🎀

my most beloved shreya!!!!! hi akka i love u to the moon and back and beyond 💞💞💞💞 its kinda crazy to think a year ago we barely knew each other and now we’ve both celebrated our birthdays and waaaaaa it feels insane. i feel like. you’re genuinely someone i see as my older sister and i want to hug you so bad and. YEAAAA the momo to my sana i love youu <3 also thanks for teaching me that andrew garfield is a real person 😁 mwah

to: theo ( @toplines ) subject: best jeongyeon stan!!!!

HI MY LOVELIEST THEO!!!!! I ADORE U HEHE thank u for being one of the silliest most funny most genuine people in my life u are quite literally the kuromi to my melody, the jeongyeon to my sana and i lov u lots!!!!! u are the best ever and u deserve all the love and moreeee 💞💞💞💞 hehe ALSO U ARE THEEEE GFX ICON OF ALL TIME

to: lau ( @saerom : @127s ) subject: saerom’s biggest fan (real)

HI LAUUUUU hehe i know we havent been close for that long (i think we met in userps i dont even remember if im being honest) but you’ve always been someone i look up to. you have this ability to like. stay calm and handle difficult situations with ease and are so funny and fun to talk to!!!! ilu a lot and u are genuinely the sweetest ever <3333 also u are THEEEE URL QUEEN !!!!! never forget !!!!! hugs !!!! 💞💞💞💞💞

to: hales ( @3rachaas ) subject: changbins wife confirmed!!!

HALES HALES HALES HI !!! u are the funniest person ever actually genuinely seriously 100%ly (how many more adverbs can shri use,, more at ten) u are my east coast bestie and i love playimg games with u even if u win every single time 😓😓😓 ILY SOOO MUCH i wish i could hug u sososoososososo bad <////3 mwah!!!! also u are my fav 3racha stan 4ever (edit i hate tumblr ANYWAYS i miss our uno game nights can we have one again) (also hales edit era we miss u) (ilyilyilyilyily)

to: lee ( @komca ) subject: komcanation ‼️ mark’s wife

hi mother 😁😁 u are my favorite mark stan 😁😁 i lov u 😁😁 no in actuality i love u sm lee u are one of the most understanding kindest most funniest most amazing person ever u just. deserve all the love in the world!!!!! i love ur markisms and ur love for rnb and just how passionate u are about ur hobbies and interests!!!! adore u to the moon and back I LOVE U SMMMM HEHE MY ILICHIL LOVER IN CRIMEEEE 💜💜💜

to: naina ( @tutontawan ) subject: sakura’s wife 💞

sunshine wifey! HI MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER the hello kitty to my melo, kkura to my eunchae, gaeul to my wonyo, i adore u sooooo much u are quite literally my twin in every aspect and i love uuuuuu!!!!!! u are just the most sunshiney person to ever sunshine and never fail to make me smile and happyyyy I LOVE UUUUU MY FAV i cant wait to meet u one day <3

to: ace ( @ajusnice ) subject: my maknaez in crime <3

ACE ACE ACE ACE ACE ACE HELLO HI my fav gose watching partner hehe <3 no but actually its kinda bizarre how we havent been friends for a year but it feels so much. longer idk 😓😓 thank u for being sososoaoao supportive u always make me laugh and whether its u berating me over using light mode or screaming over junshua its never a boring day when we talk 🥹 im glad to have u as my friend and ILYSM!!!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞

i hope all of you had the happiest new years and hope that 2024 is our best years yet!!! love all of you sooooo much and thank you once again ♡♡♡♡♡

#shri talks ♡ #milestones ♡ #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[scarlett-vixen]

A Room For Two

A/n: just a silly little one shot I put together for Mammon’s birthday💖 Happy Birthday to the Demon of my dreams✨

Cw: hurt/comfort, suggestive at the very end but nothing explicit

Word count: 1.7k

7:18 AM

“Mornin’ human! It’s a great day ain’t it!!” Mammon chirps as he barrels into the dining room, seating himself right next to you.

“Well, it’s only seven but I guess it’s been pretty good so far.” You chuckle light heartedly.

“‘S only gonna get better! You know why?” He asks, leaning in close to you with a dorky grin on his face.

“No Mammon, I don’t know why.” You try to stifle your laughter. He seems unusually giddy this morning and you aren’t sure why.

“Well, you know what day it is don’t ya?!”

“It’s Saturday, September the tenth.” You say casually, continuing to eat your breakfast.

“RIGHT! And what does that meeean?” The second born prods, his grin growing bigger.

“Ummmm,” you look up at the ceiling as you think for a moment. “It means it’s Lucifer’s turn to do the laundry so it better all be in the wash room?” You finally respond.

“WHA— LAUNDRY?! This ain’t got nothing to do with— OH SHIT MY LAUNDRY!” Mammon flies from the table, knocking the chair over on his way out.

You shrug your shoulders and go back to your breakfast again. Satan enters shortly after, picking up the discarded chair and brushing it off before sitting down beside you.

“Any idea why Mammon is running down the hall as though Cerberus is after him?” He muses. You look over at him and shrug once more, after swallowing your food you answer.

“He’s just really excited about laundry day I guess.”

12:45 PM

“Oh come oooooon,” Mammon whines. “Just call in and come with me!”

“Mammon I can’t call in, I’ve haven’t missed a day of work in the last six months!” You reply, quickly trying to throw your uniform on.

“Exactly!! You work too much, just spend today with me instead! We can go to the carnival!” He eagerly offers.

“Why,” you laugh. “So you can take me to the haunted house, get scared and try to cop a feel like last time?”

“HEY! It ain’t like that! Not my fault ya grabbed onto me and yer ass just happened to touch my hand!” Mammon huffs.

“Oh yes, and I’m sure it wasn’t your fault that your hand just happened to wander further when the room went dark.” Rolling your eyes you give him a smirk. You watch as the greedy demon begins to blush and rub the back of his neck, a harsh cough to change the subject and he’s back to begging.

“Please! Just this one day, I won’t ever ask ya to call in again! I’ll be good!”

“Aww, Mams!” You start off rather condescendingly. “I know you’ll be good! Because you know what happens when you aren’t.” You throw him a teasing wink which coaxes a sharp yelp from the second born.

You continue to get ready for work but notice Mammon still pouting in the corner.

“Look Mams, I promise once I’m off work we can hang out alright? I just really need the money from this shift tonight!” Making your way over to the dejected demon, you hold his face in your hands. His face lights up immediately.

“That’s all it is? If it’s money ya need ya know I’ll handle it! Yer my human, ya know I’ll take care of ya!” You can see the hopeful gleam in his eyes and it pains you to crush his spirits.

“No Mammon, not this time. I appreciate the offer but this time I need my own money. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“‘Course,” he gently holds onto your left wrist and leans into your hand slightly. “I’ll see ya tonight.”

You know he’s upset but if you don’t leave now you’ll be late. So you give him a quick kiss on the cheek hoping that will keep him occupied for the next two hours or so and dash out the door.

9:28 PM

Time seems to pass slower than normal, the house is quiet after the rambunctious dinner earlier. Mammon lays on his bed staring at the ceiling, the ticking of the clock and the soft hum of the TV are his only company.

“Stupid birthday…”

True, his brothers had all wished him well this morning, the angels had made him a small cake, and everyone including Diavolo and Barbatos had come over for dinner to celebrate but it still felt bland.

He knew why, he didn’t have to guess, the whole day felt stupid because you weren’t there. You missed dinner because of your shift at work, you missed out on the entire day because of work actually. Worse than that you hadn’t even acknowledged his birthday, maybe it was silly for him to get his hopes up, maybe he was taking it too personal, maybe you just didn’t remember birthdays that well…..but you remembered Barbatos’ last month…and Luke before that….and you had spent the whole evening with Lucifer on his birthday.

Doing his best to hold it together, Mammon squeezes his eyes shut. He feels so silly, he’s well over 4,000 years old but right now he feels about 200 years old with how upset he is. Every year was the same thing, hell there were at least 600 birthdays he didn’t even celebrate just because it felt repetitive, but this year he had hoped it would be different. This year he had been excited. This year he had you. Or so he thought.

More than anything he had wanted to spend some time alone with you, to finally have a day where the two of you could just enjoy each other and not be interrupted. Nothing had gone the way he wanted, in fact he had spent less time with you today than he normally did. Everything about this birthday sucked.

A single tear managed to break free, just as it did Mammon felt his phone vibrate next to him. It was you.

“Sup?” He tries to act as if he wasn’t just wallowing in self pity for the last thirty minutes.

“Hey! So I got off work early but some friends invited me to this dope party at the Three Legged Crow Resort! Asmo said he’s busy but do you wanna come?” You sound so eager. Mammon was a little surprised, parties usually weren’t your scene and typically he and Asmo had to beg you to join them at The Fall. “Come on it’s a Saturday night what else are you doing?” You tease over the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll meet ya there. Don’t do anything stupid until I show up alright?” He hopes you can’t tell how happy he is to hear your voice. Maybe this birthday can still be great, so long as he gets some time with you even if it’s not alone like he wanted.

9:45 PM

Mammon makes his way down the hall, searching for the room number you told him on the phone. He stops in front of room 1534 and questions why it’s so quiet, usually parties like this you can hear all the way from the elevator but it seems completely silent inside.

The second born turns the room card over in his hand, the Succubus at the front desk had acted weird while giving it to him, almost jealous it seemed. Shaking the thought from his mind, Mammon scans the card and opens the door, planning to be met with blaring music and pulsating lights.

Upon entering, the Avatar of Greed is completely confused. There’s no loud music, no flashing lights, no room packed with demons and succubi. It’s one of the most expensive suites on the resort— he should know with the amount of parties he’s attended here—, yet it’s completely empty. Mammon wonders a little further into the room, the lights are dim, the fireplace is burning softly, and there’s a sweet scent lingering in the air. Your scent.

“Shoot, you’re early!”

Mammon spins around at the sound of your voice to find you standing near the kitchen. Wearing one of the resort robes, a bottle of demonus in one hand and two glasses in the other, he can feel his face heat up at the sight.

“W-What’s goin on? I thought there was a party, where’s everyone at?” He finally manages.

“There’s no party,” you give a mischievous smile and set the glasses on the table along with the bottle. “I made that up so you wouldn’t suspect anything!”

“So then what’s all this for?” Mammon gestures to the massive suite.

“It’s for you!” You plant a firm kiss on his cheek. “Happy Birthday Mammon!”

“For— but you didn’t…how’d ya…I don’t understand.” You watch Mammon glitch for a minute and realize he’s trying to put the pieces together in his head. You sit him down on the couch and explain that you had been lying this morning about not know why the day was so special, that you had been working extra shifts at work to afford this suite for the night, that you had wanted all of this to be a surprise for him.

“Y-ya did all this just for me?” He looks at you with eyes of adoration.

“Well of course I did!”

“Thought ya forgot at first…” He mumbles and looks down at his lap, his cheeks starting to heat up.

“How could I forgot your birthday? You’re my first man after all,” You reach over and gently pull his face towards you, catching his lips with yours. Pulling away you look into his blue eyes and can almost see the little hearts inside. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Blush consumes his cheeks as the second born pulls you back in for another kiss. Just as you begin to melt against him, Mammon pulls away suddenly.

“Hold on, I get wantin this to be a surprise, but why’d ya make me wear this dumb suit and tie??” He pulls on the jacket of his suit in exaggeration.

“Cause I think you look hot in it.” You tease and pull on his tie.

“Y-yeah, alright.” He responds, overly flustered.

“By the way,” you say while undoing his tie and the first few buttons on his shirt. “I spent all my money on this room so the two of us could be alone for the night, but your real gift is under this robe.”

Mammon’s whole body runs hot as you slide your hand under his shirt and across his chest. He had dreamed of having a night alone with you like this since the day he fell in love with you, and tonight you made his dream a reality.

This would be the greatest birthday after all.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #om! mammon

[thefloatingpickle]

All Shook Up

A bored, lonely librarian gets a break from the mundane when a night out leads to a meeting with Tom Bennett. Tom!FemOC Older woman (not by much)

Please excuse errors I have no one checking this for me

Triggers for a bit of a tough spot towards the end

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London was nothing like what Adaline Harper imagined it would be. Back home in Chicago she had dreamed it into a mythical world of fairytales and gentlemen. In reality she had seen very little in the way of magical thinking and even less of a gentleman since coming over at twenty two to finish her masters in Library Sciences. Don’t get it wrong, she was glad she had come, spending the rest of her life toiling away on the north side of the city with her alcoholic father and useless brother was her worst nightmare. Losing her mother so young from cancer after watching her waste away at the service of her cold hearted, often cruel father only fueled her need to escape. Originally she had only planned to go as far as maybe the east coast, but when she was presented the opportunity to study abroad by her favorite English professor she jumped at the chance. 

 Unfortunately for Adaline she had not been swept off her feet by a strapping young brit like she had imagined. Much to the contrary she went on several dates with mostly what would be considered posh type men she met attending classes, and all of them were only interested in the rumors that American girls were quick to the sheets. So she had quit trying and dedicated herself to her studies. When she finished she was quickly awarded a position at Central Library in Manchester. 

 She liked it well enough, the head librarian was a stout cold woman, but she often brought in food for the girls who worked the stacks and had even brought Adaline a gift of a beautiful sterling silver necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a book for starting in her new position. She worked the main desk in non fiction. It was mostly long boring days, academics and curious minds coming to find this book or that, but on slow days she could go into the shelves and find herself something interesting to keep her mind busy, history had always been a favorite subject.

 It was in the middle of one of these slow days that the slightly younger girls who worked reshelving the checked in books in her section approached her for what may be the hundredth time about going out with them for a drink after work. “You can’t spend every night curled up in your flat reading romance novels, can ya Addie?” Tilly, the louder of the two girls with her beautiful blonde hair and lean features announced too loud for the surroundings. “It was one romance novel Tilly, ONE!” Addie spit back in a harsh whisper. “One or ten it’s still a sad sight. You being only what Twenty-Five and all? Come out with us, you’d have a blast. None of those uptight wankers you’ve talked about dating at Uni, our mates are fun!” Becky, the sweeter  of the two, pleaded with you. Her brown hair stopping just above her shoulders showed off her sharp jawline, which seemed unusual given the softness of the rest of her features. “I have letters to write. My aunt has been bombarding me with posts for the last two months and I haven’t gotten back to her or my nieces.” 

 They rolled their eyes in unison, “You could write during work you know. We all do. Besides it is my BIRTHDAY” “I like to write in the privacy of my home thank you.” “Ugghhh,” “Quiet!” The head librarian had heard the noise from the main lobby and made her way in to announce that you were bothering the small smattering of patronage the building had pulled in on the clear spring day. “Sorry Ma’am.” Addie whispered. “Get back to your shelving girls, I appreciate the invite but going drinking with a bunch of twenty year olds isn’t my idea of a good time.” 

 With a chuff and a turn they were back to work and you were grateful for the silence until he walked in. “Addie girl, you look dashing as ever.” “Hello Greg, how are you today?” You couldn’t stand Greg, he had seemed nice at first but after the fourth time he asked you to dinner you started running out of good excuses. Not that he wasn’t handsome, but his parents were on the board for the library and he strutted around the place like it made him a prince. “You know they’ve just opened a lovely new cafe down off of Pike street, a beautiful view of the Medlock from the outside seating.” Her stomach turned as she felt the question coming, “Oh yea? Sounds lovely.” “It is, and I was just thinking how lovely you would look sitting there.” “That’s kind of you to say.” “Isn’t it? How about tonight?” She wracked her brain for an excuse, any excuse, just then she caught the sight of Tilly watching her interaction with a satisfied smirk. “I can’t, you see I already have plans.” He lifted a brow in surprise, “Plans? You, to do what?” “Well you see it’s Tilly’s birthday and I’ve promised to get a drink with the girls down at a pub later.” He didn’t believe you for a second. “You… are going to a pub with Tilly and Becky?” Like a saving angel Becky popped up from behind you. “Oh yes, she is. We had to practically beg. But you know even Adaline isn’t monster enough to miss out on Tilly’s celebrations.” I let out a sigh of relief as he walked away seeming flabbergasted. “Thank you Becky, I owe you one.” “Don’t be thanking her too fast now Addie, you’re coming to the pub tonight or I’m going to run right behind the good lad and tell him you’ve played him a fool.” Tilly said head peeking out from the stacks with a grin on her face.

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“I cannot believe I roped myself into this”, Addie thought as she made her way down the cobblestone path, her mary janes clicking loudly off the road at every step. She had agreed to meet the girls at McDuff’s, a known hang out for the sort of kids Tilly and Becky liked to spend their time around. Petty criminals who were just as likely to walk out on a tab as they were to start a street fight just in the name of a couple minutes entertainment. 

 She’d gone home from Central and put on one of the few dresses she had that were more suited for a night out than a day at work, the deep green dress went perfectly with her pale skin, and auburn hair. She had had to dig through half of her vanity drawers to find the one shade of lipstick she had that wasn’t just a pale nude, but the red went well with the dress and for once she felt a bit pretty. 

She heard the place before she saw it, rumpus laughter and loud music pouring out the door as she rounded the corner.``You actually came!” A shout rose out over the noise. “Hello, Tilly. Happy birthday.” Was all she got out as she led you into the small but jovial building. “Everyone, THIS is Adaline! She came!!” Adaline almost felt bad, she didn't realize it would make such a difference to Tilly whether she had come or not. “You must meet everyone.” The young woman exclaimed as she led her over to a section of standing tables swarming with people. “Obviously you know Becky, then this is Adam, Luke, Nathaniel, Jackie, Devlen, and Peter.” You couldn’t help but notice how intensely male company outweighed the female. “Hello, nice to meet everyone.” “And what about me then?” A voice came from behind, it was pleasant with a sort of smugness that suggested confidence. “Oh yes we can’t forget you can we,” Tilly said, turning her to meet the newcomer, “this is Tom.” He had a wide smile on his face that was friendly in a cocky way, but damn if he wasn���t handsome. “Hello, luv.” He reached out his hand to her expectantly. “Hi” Addie took his hand and was surprised by how tightly he gripped the shake. “Always a pleasure  meet’in a lass lovely as yourself.” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I’m sure it is.” Her quick remark gained her another wide grin. “Drinks all around then?” He put the question to the group but never broke eye contact. “Yes please!” Tilly said in reply, as he turned to leave she leaned in and whispered in Addie’s ear, “Careful with that one, he fancies himself a heartbreaker but has about as much game as a sailor in the desert.” The girls laughed at the joke and shortly after Addie found herself with a drink in hand enjoying the night more than she had expected. 

 The music was almost too loud for conversation but the girls' friends were funny, and light hearted. Addie felt almost guilty for avoiding them for so long, but often also felt the distinct gap in age as one would make a comment about being nineteen or twenty and at that she would take another large gulp of her drink, which seemed to always be magically replenished when she would finish. Everything was going well, except that every so often she would feel a set of eyes on her and when she turned to see who it was it was always Tom. He was quieter than she had expected, choosing more to watch and listen than to speak up and join the cycle of storytelling, but his presence loomed over her in a way that made her unsure of herself. She often found herself checking her compact to make sure her lipstick was in place, or pulling at the hem of her dress to check it was sitting right, and every time she did she would look over to find another too confident smirk across his face. After a couple hours she decided she needed a smoke and stepped outside, though as soon as she had her cigarette between her lips she realized she couldn’t find her lighter in her small handbag. “Dammit.” A quiet laugh came from behind her, “Trade you a smoke for a light?” She knew who it was before turning her head. “Alright Tom.” She agreed, handing him her smokes. He took one and placed it between his long thin lips, then held up his lighter in front of her smoke. “Pretty ladies shouldn’t be lighin’ their own sticks.” She couldn’t help the smile, or the blush that came over her cheeks, “Thank you.” “Thank you.” He replied and then they stood mostly in silence smoking. “How do you know Tilly then?” The question had almost startled her out of her own wandering train of thought, “Oh, uh, we work together at the library.” He smiled, “A jumpy bit you are eh? You can’t be a cart girl though can you?” She felt the flush of embarrassment come over her. “Why is that?” “Well, not for nothing but you look a touch grown to be reshelving books.” “So I look too old then? Well no I’m not a cart girl, I’m a librarian. I work the non fiction desk.” There was a bite to her tone that he seemed to catch quickly. “Now hold on lovely, wasn’t calling you old. I said grown. You’re clearly not some twenty year old girly.” “And what about you Tom? A ripe old, what eighteen?” He grimaced at that. “I’m twenty years old, I’ll have you know, a grown man. And I promise that means in every way that counts.” He gave another confident smirk. “Well twenty is still awfully young for me, being twenty five and all.” “Five years aint much unless you make something.” At that he leaned closer, tossing the burned end of his smoke to the side. “Bet I could make you feel twenty again.” He pressed himself closer to her, coming around to face her directly and Addie was suddenly very aware of not only the brick wall behind them but the years past since a man had been this close. “I’m sure it would be a valiant effort Tom but unfortunately I’m not interested.” She couldn’t meet his eyes because she knew he would find the lie in them. “Are you not, weren’t you in there fixing your lips, and touching up your skirts every time you looked at me.” “You were the one starring Tom, it made me…” Her voice trailed off, not waiting to admit he had any affect. “Nervous?” He finished for her a glint of pride in his eye that now drove her to annoyance. “I’d like to go back in now please.” She was stern in her tone. His smile dropped and he stepped out of the way. “Alright love, no harm intended.” He stayed behind as she walked back in and she didn’t see him again for the next hour she stayed. Finally ready to go home she went looking for Tilly to say good night, when she found her she was outside in the alley smoking, with Tom leaned against her side. Addie didn’t know why the sight bugged her but it did. So instead of approaching to say goodbye she simply yelled over her shoulder as she walked away. “Happy birthday Tilly, thanks for the invite.”  “Bye Addie!” She heard her yell, a small giggle escaping her. 

Adaline didn’t hear the footsteps behind her until they were almost on top of her. “Well Ello’ there pretty lady.” The first man said, “Too late to be walking home alone isn’t it.” The second followed. Addie was panicked, she was too far from the bar to turn around, but still several blocks from home. “I’m actually just walking to meet a friend. They don’t live too far off from here.” She prayed they would care, they didn’t. The first one reached forward and grabbed her wrist as the other came around behind her. “I don’t think you know anyone from round these parts miss.” One said. “Please just let me go home.” She had never been more afraid in her life. “Oh we will, right when we’re done with you.” Bile rose in Addie’s throat as she realized she was trapped. “Oi, you there. Watcha on about then?” The shout came from about a block behind, and sounded familiar. “None of your business lad so piss off.” “Is that you Erik? And Shawn then is it? I know you too, work over at the butchers driving the truck. Doubt Mr. Ebbes would be thrilled to hear what you’re getting up to here?” Tom came into sight and was as much of a relief as Addie had ever felt. “We weren’t up to nothin Tom, no need to be gossiping about. Just wanted to see the lady safely home is all.” “Well I’ll take her off your hands boys, no worries there.” The two men disappeared down a side road and Addie turned to  face Tom again. 

 “Oh god, thank you.” She couldn’t help the red hot tears as they slipped down her face. “Hey there, we’ll have none of that.” He said reaching up to wipe them away with a gentle touch from the back of his knuckle. “Nothing bad happened, you’re alright.” “Because of you.” She said, voice shaky. “What were you doing anyway?” “Walking home, I live just round this corner here, didn’t see much point in sticking around…” He looked at her, a small soft smile on his lips, “after you left that is.” Addie stood straightening her dress and hair, “And what about Tilly?” “What about her?” His brows rose in realization, “You mean in the alley? Us being close? Wasn’t anything meant by it, I’ve known her since we were kids.” They had started walking in the direction of home as he spoke. “Tilly may be my oldest mate, we’re just familiar like that. Wasn’t trying to make a move on her.” “Oh.” Addie’s voice was soft in reply, then she caught herself, “Not that it matters if you were, she’s more appropriate for you anyway.” “Appropriate?!” He nearly cackled, “What are you my babysitter now? Five years isn’t a leap you know, if I was the girl, and you were me no one would so much as blink. You’ve got yourself in your head over nothing.” “You're the same age as my baby brother Tom.” “Yea, well that is unfortunate but doesn’t make a lick of difference to my point.” The two of them walked in comfortable quiet the next few blocks until she realized they had come up on her place. “This is me.” “Right then.” He smiled at her again, “You work tomorrow?” “No, it’s Saturday, I have things to get done around though.” “Alright, well when do you work next?” “Why?” “Thought I may stop in and get a library card is all.” “Tom it wouldn’t be…” “Appropriate?” He cut her off. “Yes.” Before she could say anything else he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. He was sure of himself, working open her lips and slipping in his tongue before she could catch herself. He tasted like cigarettes and beer, but god did he feel good. Slim body pressing against her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, her hands went to his chest before she could stop herself. He pressed the kiss deeper, pulling her tongue to his mouth as he backed them to the doorway, one hand coming to rest on her neck. Then her senses came back to her and she pulled away. “Mhmm.” Was all he said as she pushed against him where her hands rested. “Thank you for walking me home Tom… I… I need to get to bed.” He backed up with no resistance. “Alright.” He seemed unaffected by her abruptly ending their contact as he turned to go. “See you soon Adaline.” He said in a sing-song tone as he walked down the road, whistling to himself as he went.

#ewan mitchell #tom bennett #world on fire

[yunharlaquin]

today, on this varyingly chilly day of the twenty-fifth of december, we commemorate the death and roast of the blessed squawkcoo, laying the way for the noble chewbacca to realize the error of his ways and repent consuming porgkind. as the porg so loved to do with his brethren, we remember his sacrifice by sharing how much we enjoy each other's company...

alright, alright, alright, enough jokes! merry christmas, god jul, fröhliche weihnachten, and happy holidays to everyone on the dash from a shockingly snowy oklahoma! whether you're celebrating something today or eating chinese (or in one confirmed case, middle eastern) food, i hope you're having a wonderful day. you all bring me such joy through your presence, and i hope (as i'll inevitably forget someone) if you don't find yourself on here, you know i still deeply appreciate you. i laugh, i cry, i squeal almost every day, all because of you and your muses. you're all so supremely talented, and i adore everything you produce.

now, without further ado...

FRIENDS, CORELLIANS, SITH LORDS: LEND ME YOUR DROIDS

@graysistance / @lionthought / @commandsir / @greenscrunchy & your plethora of blogs which are starting to rival the number of mine — PUCK, you beautiful, wonderful, sweetheart of a saltdish, you've listened to the ups and downs of my year side by side with hackett, always finding the time to come up with a comforting or encouraging word. your kindness is the sort of thing people like to claim their friends have, but you truly possess it. i adore talking about history with you, spinning out context with so many subjects we speak of, let alone specifically the group wwii au. your support for my various crafting projects always brings a smile to my face. i love to see the things you fun and across, including your growing collection of legends books. i adore how you characterize each of your characters, giving them the depths of compassion and forethought that so many hold. your internal dialogue is absolutely stunning and our plots make me giggle hysterically.

@aniimvs / @scoundrvls / @honorhunt / @hellmartyr & your equally numerous blogs of which each is perfection — HACKETT, considering how intrinsically tied you and puck are in equal measure to my time on this hellsite, i wish i could you both side by side at the top of this list. sadly, this is not a tumblr feature..... yet. in this year of coding and dash tumult, you have soldiered on behind the scenes irl, kicking names and taking ass, while popping up to deliver exquisite pain, cause minor chaos, and be the saltmine you are. our discussions of just how bad a certain... pad.mé writing author's work is brings me life. your technical history knowledge is top notch and i adore all you bring to the wwii au so much, let alone the jp and lotr aus you and puck have worked on. you, more so than perhaps anyone i write with are the queen of establishing a setting. i always love seeing where you decide to set a not established location thread and to build off the descriptions you give for it. it lends an effortless star wars vibe to everything... let alone your depth for your grey and dark muses... *chef's kiss*!

@carnalstress — literal best friend, JESS!!!!! even though i've only managed to the once so far, i am SO happy that i live close enough for us to visit each more often, and i'm so glad you're back to writing on tumblr. you bring so much comfort and joy into my life with your conviction and your kind heart. i admire your dedication to your field even when things get tough and that you're trying to find new avenues in it. you are such a wonderful friend. and your cat is the cutest thing. i hope this next year is the best one yet!

@debelltio / @impostre — ALISTAIR, you are perhaps the newest friend amongst this section of the list, but you are no less dear. i love the subjects we have crossing over interests and experiences in, from living in multiple cultures, to law, to history, food and beyond. i've really loved getting to know you over the last few months, and you do such a lovely job with orson and all your muses. it is just a whole wonderful thing.

@colpapabear — annika! i love that we've written together for so so long and bonded over so many different things. i especially love the vintage clothing and knitting discussions we've had of late. they bring me so so much joy. watching you take leaps and bounds in both and produce such pretty things is the literal best.

@darkestshadeofgrey — listen, i neeeed to respond to our threads because every single one without fail is a plot i am wild for. your characterize your muses so interestingly and each is so very compelling. and even though i'm often late to respond, i ADORE the star wars tiktoks you send me, so often so much pain.

@heirite — i know you haven't been on for a bit, but i'm very much hoping you'll come back and see this! you are such a lovely friend, and i adore your ben to pieces. he brings me such joy, and with you off doing irl, i occasionally go back and read through your blog for that ben sky.walker goodness!

@notimminent — hey you! not that you've ever been truly gone but i'm so glad we've met up again. i can't wait to turn our plotting into threads for emma! you're a truly wonderful person and i'm so happy to have you back more regularly on my dash.

@acharnemcnt / @finaliseur— ame! i'm so very excited for some of the plots we're slowly working on and the threads we have in the works. you've also been so so kind. i very much enjoy your hux, and i'm thrilled about the new multi AND the ask blog AND rae. it's all so so cool!

@galaxycrxss / @hamadaxfighter — hey hey, i very much enjoy your clone squad. and the genius boy. watching you flesh out echo and hiro is a lovely thing, as well as hearing about all your ideas for the future!

@astraldestiny — listen, you adding winter hands down made my week! the plethora of legends characters you write never fails to bring me joy to see, and i enjoy writing and plotting with you so much. stay warm and i hope you enjoyed a christmas market! (next year when i go back, NEXT YEAR)

@multipleoccupancy — caraaaaaaaaa! no matter what you set your mind to on your multi or elsewhere, you do to perfection. it's been so lovely to write with you for so many years across so many genres and muses. our history threads will forever be my favorite!

@chokethelight — you you you, we haven't been able to write much this year, but whenever you pop in to say hello, or whatever version you decided to use that time, you bring a smile to my face! i hope 2023 is a better year for you. &lt;3

@stillsails — i'm so glad to see you around again on tumblr! you've had so much happen!! i am so so so proud of/happy for you for all your accomplishments and milestones this year! keep being the lovely academic and wonderful writer you are.

@fasciinating — listen, whatever we're working on brings me much joy, and the friendship that spock and jaina are building is just lovely. plus, i've really enjoyed the headcanons you've written for that challenge, let alone your beautiful art!

to all those i really love writing and talking with but also hope todo more with this coming year:

@paramounticebound @gurrillero @fifthbornforrester @lunascientia @rubiesintherough @protectxthem @caedus @kylo-wrecked @keeve-trenniis @jaigalorad @mandogold @hopegained @ncxile @reawakcn @theysparked @becomelions @fatedtruths @vuulpecula @conniidel @withoutpeer @skjebne and everyone i inevitably missed, have the happiest of new years!

#︲ ooc » has needle‚ will costume... #i've had a week... so instead of building up 90% of this over more than a week #i did the majority of this this morning so #apologies for anyone i missed again and also that messages are shorter than i'd like #i literally couldn't tag any more people without the editor glitching out......

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I’m With You - Chapter 1.2

Hello fellow Drukkari stans! I just wanted to say thanks so much for the support and feedback last week. I am back with a part 2 of last week’s fic! I had a lot of fun with this one. Got some other characters showing up and got to flesh out the dynamics a bit. Hopefully no one is too OOC. Also, I am not a baker and have no idea if anything I wrote on the subject is accurate :). Anyway, if you missed part 1 and would like some context before you read this, you can find it here. Now, here is the next part of my Drukkari Great British Bake Off au!

One challenge later, Druig was already exhausted. He’d mainly been worried about getting the icing on his cake in time (which he did, by some miracle, even if it sort of melted off), but the thing he really struggled with was the interviews before and after. He was one of the first to go, leaving him little time to get nervous again at least, but he still felt like a deer in headlights, and he was pretty sure he gave them nothing but terse answers. At least they’d have plenty of others to use.

That aside, he was pretty content with his signature cake. The judges had appreciated his choice of flavors and the resulting textures, even if the icing had turned out rather messy (but it was there, at least). As such, he was looking forward to trying it himself during their lunch break.

Just as he was sitting down to eat, Makkari came out of her own interview. He waved her over and she took the seat across from him.

How’d your interview go? he asked.

Good, I think, she responded. But I might have given them too much.

It’s alright, he replied. I think I gave them too little. You’ll balance it out.

This earned him a chuckle, which may have made his stomach flip.

Did you try your cake yet? she asked.

No, would you like some?

Her smile widened once again. Sure!

The theme had been based around colors. The judges wanted a two-tiered cake in a color that the baker felt represented them in some way. He’d gone with a blackberry cake decorated with black icing and raspberries. He’d also added a dash of cinnamon to the batter, which the judges had enjoyed despite their initial concerns about the combination. Even with this in mind, Druig braced himself when Makkari lifted her fork to her mouth to try some. To his relief, she immediately broke into a smile.

It's really good! she said, putting extra emphasis on the “really.” It’s not too sweet or too tart.

Thank you, he signed shyly.

Try some! she told him, gesturing to his plate. He obeyed, taking a rather large bite. She was right. While he had tested the recipe at home, he thought it had turned out even better today. The flavors were well balanced, and while it would’ve been better if the icing hadn’t melted off, it was still quite satisfying.

Okay, your turn, he said, gesturing to Makkari’s own cake. She arched an eyebrow at his sudden boldness, but she kept a playful smirk on her lips as she pushed her cake toward him.

Based on what the judges had said, her cake had turned out much better than his. Her decorations hadn’t melted off like his, which certainly helped. Makkari had gone for a dark chocolate and red velvet cake, foregoing the typical red and white look for red and deep brown that almost looked black. It was certainly a visually striking cake that had stood out against the mainly cool-colored cakes of their fellow competitors. Druig took a bite and was immediately struck by how rich it was. But despite that strong first impression, there was also plenty of depth in the flavors, especially the chocolate.

“Wow,” was all he could say at first.

Good wow, or bad wow? she asked, carefully studying at his expression.

“Good wow,” he replied. “Very good wow.”

She chuckled at this, and he was just about to say more when someone else approached their table. It was the fashionable man from before – Kingo, Druig had learned. During the challenge, his station had been just in front of Makkari’s, and she’d been delighted to discover that he knew BSL as well – better than Druig did, actually. Druig knew he had no right to be jealous, so he tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as the other man sat next to Makkari.

“Hi Makkari! Mind if I sit?” he asked enthusiastically.

Not at all! she answered. Have you met Druig yet?

“I have not!” He extended his hand to Druig, and they introduced themselves again.

We were just trying our cakes, Makkari explained, gesturing to their plates.

“Oh! Want to try mine?” Kingo’s cake had been ambitious, to say the least. He’d gone with a vibrant ube cake with passion fruit and guava inside, as well as mango slices decorating the top. While the judges hadn’t faulted the fruit combination, the other flavors had overpowered the ube, and the cake had turned out rather sticky and dense with all the fruit weighing it down. Nevertheless, Makkari accepted the offer and took a small bite. He offered some to Druig too, and he was just curious enough to accept. Makkari’s face gave little away as she chewed thoughtfully under Kingo’s watchful gaze. Druig actually did enjoy the flavors, but the judges were dead on about losing the ube, and it was definitely much chewier than a cake should be. After a moment, Makkari lifted her hands to say, It’s… interesting.

“Well, I’d hate to be boring,” Kingo responded. “Thoughts, Druig?”

“I think interesting is an apt description.”

I love the color! Makkari interjected.

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure you’d let me sit with you since mine doesn’t match your color scheme.” Druig hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he saw it, it was hard to ignore. Makkari’s cake neatly inverted his own cake’s colors.

Well, now that you mention it… Makkari signed with a coy smile. Kingo’s mouth fell open in feigned hurt as he turned to Druig.

“Druig, don’t let her kick me out!”

“I think the lady has decided.”

Maybe you can sit with Karun! At this, Kingo’s jaw nearly hit the table. The tea-touting gentleman, Karun, had also decided to make an ube cake, but unlike Kingo’s, he had not lost the ube flavor by adding other fruits. As Kingo began to sputter in shock, Makkari dissolved into a fit of giggles, and Druig was fighting the urge to do the same. Kingo started to stand, but Makkari pulled him back down, signing, Kidding! Stay!

“You sure you don’t want to give my seat to Dane?” Dane, the other brunette, had gone for a black cake as well, but his was black forest. Coincidentally, the brunette in question had just walked into the dining area and was looking for an empty table.

I think he has someone else to sit with, Makkari observed. Right on cue, the pretty young woman from earlier walked in, and Dane smiled and waved at her.

“What was her name again?” Druig asked.

“Sersi, I think.” Kingo responded. The table grew quiet as they observed Sersi walking to Dane’s table. Just as she was beginning to speak, Druig felt a tug on his arm.

Stop watching or they’ll think we’re weird! Makkari signed emphatically.

“They wouldn’t be wrong,” he signed back, whispering along so the other table wouldn’t hear. This earned him a snort from Kingo and a playful shove from Makkari.

Speak for yourself! Now, tell me what they’re talking about.

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Yes, I had to work in the matching costume color schemes somehow. I thought about changing Dane’s, but there’s also something amusing about both him and Druig choosing black but having very different takes on it. And once again, likes, reblogs, and feedback would be much appreciated!

Part 3

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❥ melt your heart | chapter five

pairing: draco malfoy x oc genre: best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: draco being a SNITCH, that's about it word count: 4k masterlist: melt your heart last chapter: chapter four next chapter: chapter six

EVERYONE HAD COME back from their holidays and the first thing julianna did was thank draco for his gift with an enormous hug. the boy's face turned into a bright red at the action before pushing her off and saying that it was nothing, crossing his arms and looking away. they talked about what they did over the holidays. draco spent his time with his mother and julianna talked about all the dumb pranks her and the weasley twins pulled on filch. the slytherin may not like weasleys but he did admit the pranks were pretty funny.

she had also been bear-hugged by hermione who thanked her for the pretty, black, bedazzled hairband she gave her. "well, you know since your hair is so poofy. i thought you would like something to keep it out of your face!" julianna explained and hermione smiled, saying she would always wear it only for special occasions since she wanted to preserve it like the nerd she is.

when classes started again, julianna spent the most of her time with hermione. "i know you're only here so you can indirectly make me do your homework!" "okay, but you're just so good at it!" julianna sheepishly responded and the bushy haired girl rolled her eyes, going back to her work. ron was playing around with his cards and hermione started lecturing him about exams. harry and julianna snicker at the two. "that's insulting! it's as if they don't trust us!" ron exclaimed when hermione told him about the anti-cheating bewitched quills, "he's kind of proving their point." julianna whispered to harry since just before ron said he could copy off of hermione during the exams. "dumbledore again!" he cried, throwing the card onto the table only for harry to pick it up.

in comes neville bouncing with both his legs bound together. "leg-locker curse?" ron muttered and harry immediately stated it was malfoy. "hey, don't assume." julianna said before turning to neville, "nev, what happened?" "malfoy put a leg-locker curse on me." okay, she couldn't face harry now. "you have got to start standing up to people, neville." "how?! i can barely stand at all!" neville exclaimed, seamus suddenly stood up and held his wand. "i'll do the countercurse!" "no, that's all i need! you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!" seamus looks offended by his words and slams his wand down on the table. "i don't appreciate the insinuation, longbottom! besides, if anyone cared to notice my eyebrows have completely grown back!" as he stomped away, everyone didn't miss the fact a patch of his hair at the back was still bald. "yikes." julianna muttered to hermione who held back a chuckle.

"i found him!" harry suddenly yelled, referring to the card. "dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard grindelwald in 1945. for the discovery of the twelves uses of dragon blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, nicholas flamel!" ron read out loud, "i knew the name sounded familiar! i read it on the train that day." harry said as hermione packed up her things, "follow me!" she exclaimed and the other three trailed after her, "hey! wait! where are you going?" neville shouted after them but only julianna turned around. "what about the countercurse?" he asked, the brunette pulled out her wand from her cloak. "locomotor liberari! okay, bye nev!" she waved as she dashed away to catch up to the other three, somehow, neville still fell over.

as soon as they arrived at the library, hermione went off to go find a book as harry, ron and julianna sat down at one of the tables. julianna was doing the usual, drawing whatever she could see, and today her subject was ron. "what are you doodlin' at?" he asked, trying to see. she held up the book, "you!" and showed a rather exaggerated sketch of ron and his features. "blimey! i don't bloody look like that!" the redhead exclaimed, "been influenced by my brothers to the t, have you?" he angrily asked and the others only laugh.

"i had you looking in the wrong section. how could i be so stupid?" hermione came back with a humongous, heavy book that she placed on the table with a loud thud. "i checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading." "this is light?" ron's incredulous question makes hermione glare at him as she flips through the pages of the book. "of course! here it is! nicholas flamel is the only known maker of the philosopher's stone." "the what?" the three asked in unison, "honestly, don't you three read?" "no? why would i read when i could listen to you telling me about it?" julianna cheekily grinned beside her and hermione ignores her. "the philosopher's stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. it'll transform any metal into pure gold and produces the elixir of life which will make the drinker immortal." "immortal?" "it means you'll never die." "i know what it means!" ron and hermione bicker which causes harry to shush ron.

"the only stone currently in existence belongs to mr. nicholas flamel, the noted alchemist who last year celebrated his 665th birthday." all of their eyes widened, "that's what fluffy's guarding on the third floor. that's what's under the trap door; the philosopher's stone." from that moment on, the four of them decided to see hagrid that night.

deep into the darkness of the night, julianna had rushed out of bed and out of the common room. she met up with the golden trio in one of the halls before they made their way to hagrid's hut. unbeknownst to her, a certain blonde had spotted her and started following all of them.

when they reached hagrid's, harry knocked on his door as hard as he could. the door opened, "hagrid!" "oh, hello. sorry, don't wish to be rude but i'm in no fit state to entertain today." he replied as he was just about to shut the door, "we know about the philosopher's stone!" "sorry, hagrid." julianna muttered after the three exclaimed, hagrid opens the door again. "oh." he simply said before leaving the door open for them to enter. this was the first time julianna had entered hagrid's home and she had to admit, she liked it much better than her humongous family house. it was small but cozy as cozy could get.

"we think snape's trying to steal it." julianna subtly rolls her eyes at harry's words, "snape? blimey, you're not still on about him, are ya?" "hagrid, we know he's after the stone. we just don't know why!" hagrid turned to look at them, "snape is one of the teachers protecting the stone. he's not about to steal it." hermione gives them a weird look, "what?" harry asked in disbelief. "you heard right. come on, now. i'm a bit preoccupied today." the bearded man seemed to be in quite a rush which make julianna look at him quizzically. "preoccupied? with wh-" "wait a minute, one of the teachers?" the hufflepuff glared at harry, "of course! there are other things defending the stone, aren't there? spells, enchantments." "that's right. waste of bloody time, if you ask me." fang, hagrid's dog, was starting to lick ron and he was having a hard time stopping him. "ain't no one gonna get past fluffy. ain't a soul knows how, 'cept for me and dumbledore." hagrid's smile fell from his face when he realised once more, "i shouldn't have told you that. i should not have told you that."

suddenly, the cauldron behind them started crackling, or rather, something inside the cauldron. julianna walked closer to it, "hagrid..?" she asked, "i think your... egg is hatching?" confused, she stepped back and allowed the tall man grab the egg with the oven mitts he had on. however, even the oven mitts didn't help the heat that came with the egg.

the children followed him to the table where he set down the golden object. "hagrid, what exactly is that?" "that? it's, uh.. it's- um-" hagrid was having trouble thinking up a lie. "i know what that is!" "but hagrid, how'd you get one?" ron and julianna looked at each other in horror for a second, they were turning into fred and george. "i won it! off a stranger i met down at the pub. seemed quite glad to be rid of it, as a matter o' fact." he explained, the egg then started shaking vigorously, signifying it was just about time to hatch. like glass shattering, the egg burst open and a tiny, web-like winged dragon came out with squeaky roars. "is that... a dragon?" hermione asked in disbelief, ron and julianna stared in awe. "that's not just a dragon!" "that's a norwegian ridgeback!" ron and julianna did it again and started shoving each other, telling the other to quit it.

"my brother, charlie, works with these in romania." "isn't he beautiful? oh, bless him. look, he knows his mummy." hagrid chuckled with teary eyes, "hello, norbert." he greeted, caressing the side of norbert's neck. "norbert?" "yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't he?" ron and harry smile at each other, finding it a tad bit ridiculous that hagrid had named himself a pet dragon. norbert the dragon squawked at hagrid before unintentionally setting his beard on fire with a hiccup of flames. julianna lets out a tiny gasp, "he'll have to be trained up a bit, of course." hagrid's words still leave the rest uneasy but the brunette had to admit, norbert was a pretty adorable dragon.

as hagrid is putting out the fire on his beard, he spots someone through the window. "who's that?" he squinted his eyes to look closer at the figure before they ran away but at the slightest sight of platinum blonde hair, everyone knew who it was. "malfoy." harry chanted, "oh dear." hagrid stated in a low tone, julianna only groaned and allowed her head to fall onto the table with a thud. "i'm sorry." she apologised yet again, harry stared at her. "don't apologise, it's not your fault." he smiled reassuringly at her and then said they should all probably head back to their dormitories before they get in trouble.

however, at the sight of professor mcgonagall, they knew it was too late. "good evening." she greeted the four with a grim look on her face, and from behind her emerged draco with a grin on his face that left when he saw julianna's expression. the five of them followed the professor into a classroom. 

"nothing, i repeat, nothing gives a student the right to walk about the school at night." the hufflepuff stared down at the ground, too depressed at the fact that she probably disappointed mcgonagall. "therefore, as punishment for your actions, 50 points will be taken." okay, now it was even worse! not only has she broken a rule, but lost hufflepuff, who was already low in points, 50? her head was going to be on a stake tomorrow morning. "and to ensure it doesn't happen again, all five of you will receive detention." draco's smile drops and he comes forward, "excuse me, professor, perhaps i heard you wrong. i thought you said the five of us." "no, you heard me correctly, mr. malfoy." now, it was the other four's turn to smile. "you see, honourable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours." the smile on harry's face couldn't stop growing, "you will join your classmates in detention." mcgonagall finished and the slytherin looked back at the other four, mostly julianna. she smiled at him and raised her eyebrows saying 'you entirely deserve this'.

detention happened as soon as filch arrived, in fact, he couldn't have arrived sooner. he seemed to be very excited for it. "a pity they let the old punishments die. there was a time detention would find you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeon. god, i miss the screaming." filch's words gave julianna no doubt about it; he was most definitely a sadist. they all walked back to hagrid's hut, "you'll be serving detention with hagrid tonight. he's got a little job to do inside the dark forest." the hufflepuff's eyes widened, “the dark forest?! as in, the dark, dark forest?" she whispered to herself, draco looks at her. "don't worry, i'm sure he's just saying that to mess with us." he whispered back to her but she only ignored him, upset over the fact they were only in this position because of him.

"a sorry lot, this, hagrid." filch apologised for troubling the half-giant who only stood there looking depressed and grim, filch noticed. "oh, good god, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?" at his words, hagrid sniffled and grabbed his crossbow. "norbert's gone. dumbledore sent him off to romania to live in a colony." he confessed, "well, that's good, isn't it? he'll be with his own kind." "yeah, but what if he don't like romania? what if the other dragons are mean to him? he's only a baby after all!" hagrid argued, his concern and worry for the baby dragon showing clearly. "oh, for god's sake, pull yourself together, man. you're going into the forest after all. got to have your wits about you." filch scolded and hagrid looked down at the ground.

their words shock draco. "the forest?! i thought that was a joke. we can't go in there. students aren't allowed! and there are..." he tried to think of something and the howl from a distance gave him an idea on what to say, "werewolves!" he exclaimed, the sadistic groundskeeper only grinned evilly. "there's more than werewolves in those trees, lad. you can be sure of that." draco looks distressed as filch bids them goodnight and goes back into the castle. julianna wasn't that terrified. there couldn't be that many dangerous creatures in the forbidden forest, why would hagrid live so close to it if there were?

the group of six made their way into the depths of the forest until they came across something peculiar. a puddle of liquid, but not just any type. hagrid kneeled down and took a dollop of the liquid on the ground with his fingers. when he pulled them up, the colour was silver. he stepped towards the children, "hagrid, what is that?" harry asked, his pupils shaking as he looked at the what stained the man's fingers. "what we're here for. see that?" he raised his hand, "that's unicorn blood, that is. i found one dead a few weeks ago." everyone had dark expressions on their faces. "now, this one's been hurt bad by something." julianna looked around the forest, feeling like they were being watched. "so, it's our job to go and find the poor beast. ron, hermione, you'll come with me. harry, julianna, you'll go with malfoy." julianna was dreading this. she swears if either of them fight, she will end their lives by feeding them to any of the werewolves that lived in these woods.

"okay, then i get fang!" "why?" "for extra precaution!" hagrid sighed, "fine. just so you know, he's a bloody coward." fang, the humongous, black dog that had been following them, whines and whimpers, making draco regret even thinking of bringing the dog along with them. the two groups set off in different directions, draco decided to be the one responsible for the light. julianna assumed it was just because if he wanted to run away, he could easily do so with the lantern to light up his path. not even 15 minutes in and the blonde boy was already complaining about having to do all this wretched 'servant' work. "well, we wouldn't have to do all of this work if you hadn't ratted us out, like a snake." julianna spoke up, "oh, how befitting! seeing as my house is a snake!" he retorted, the two glared at each other and harry only smirked. throughout the journey, the two constantly bickered with harry being in the middle, at some point, julianna wanted to just take harry and leave to another direction just so she didn't have to hear draco's ridiculous squawking.

harry was fed up with it after a while, "can you two stop quarrelling like an old married couple?! this is worse than when you two are usually all googly eyes for each other." harry's words leaves the other two in the dust as he walked to the front with fang following. "we do not quarrel like an old married couple!" "we are not all googly eyes for each other!" they say at the same time, chasing after harry. "sure, sure, and i'm not the student snape hates the mo-" he stopped talking once he saw how pale white the two had gotten and looked to the front.

in front of them stood a cloaked figure, drinking the blood of a dead unicorn. julianna gasped and draco started wailing before turning around, grabbing julianna's hand and running off without a second thought, leaving harry behind. "draco! we can't leave harry all by himself! he could get hurt!" "who the bloody hell cares?! we'll just go find that daft oaf hagrid and let him deal with it!" he screamed, clenching her hand in his so tightly that julianna felt as though it was about to be ripped off. they ran all the way to the other side of the forest as quickly as they could with fang trailing after them. once they found the other group, julianna wasted no time in telling them what happened and to follow them.

when they came back, harry was conversing with a centaur. "harry! are you alright?!" julianna yelled, coming back down to pull him into a hug. "i'm sorry i left. draco just dragged me back." she explained when she let go of him and he shook his head, saying it was okay. the centaur left him and they all went back to their respective common rooms for the night. since draco and julianna's common rooms were on each other's way, they walked together. "i'm sorry i dragged you back." the slytherin broke the silence, surprising julianna. "i just... didn't want you getting hurt is all." he quietly muttered while looking away shyly. julianna smiles at this, "it's okay. i understand, but i'd like it if you let me decide where i get to go and where i get to stay." she softly speaks and he nods slowly, "yeah. plus, i'm sure potter needed much more protection than you did anyway." he said in a 'as a matter of fact' tone, the hufflepuff rolled her eyes. "sure, dray." draco swore his heart skipped a beat hearing the name but he ignored it. "right, well. here's the kitchens. i'll see you tomorrow morning. night." he speedily said before rushing off to his own common room, the girl was left puzzled. "night." she replied back in a hushed, longing tone before retreating back to her dormitories.

we fast forward to when exams end 'cause nobody wants to see that. julianna had decided to talk to harry about what he saw in the dark forest that night. he told her that what he'd saw, who'd he saw, was lord voldemort (also known as he-who-must-not-be-named, you-know-who, the dark lord and the list seems never ending). "what?! are you alright?!" she asked frantically and harry chuckled, "well, i'm still here, am i not?" he asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood but julianna was still extremely concerned. "my scar's been burning ever since, it's been burning a lot." "so we've been told." hermione and ron came up from behind them. 

all their uniforms seemed to be worn differently. ron had his untied tie hung around his neck with a few buttons unbuttoned, harry's tie was pushed off to the side slightly and julianna's shirt was untucked and her tie was missing. hermione's was, well, the same considering it's hermione and end of exams or not, appropriate attire is a must.

"maybe you should see madam pomfrey about that scar burning?" julianna suggested as they walk through the archways, "no, it's not visible. it means something. i think it's a warning. it means danger is coming." he said, holding his forehead. when he saw hagrid at his hut, it all clicked for him. "of course!" he exclaimed and the three looked at him off, "what?" ron asked and harry started stomping towards hagrid. "don't you think it's a bit odd that what hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon and a stranger turns up who just happens to have one?" he asked rhetorically and now that julianna thought about it, he was right. "you're right! not many wizards walk around with dragon eggs in their pockets unless they're a dealer, of course but that's highly unlikely since they usually have a certain spot they meet up at." julianna caught up with them barely as they dashed towards the hut.

"hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg? what did he look like?" "i don't know. i never saw his face, he kept his hood up." hagrid explained to the antsy 11 year-olds, "the stranger though, you and he must have talked." harry pointed out, hagrid thought back to the moment. "well, he wanted to know what sort of creatures i looked after. i told him, i said, 'after fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem.'." "and did he seem interested in fluff?" hagrid looked at the boy weirdly, "well, of course he was interested in fluffy! how often do you come across a three-headed dog, even if you're in trade? but i told him, i said, 'the trick with any beast is to know how to calm him.' take fluffy, for example. just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep." harry and julianna's eyes widened and they all looked at each other before looking back at silly, old hagrid. "i shouldn't have told you that." his revelation was too late too soon because the four immediately ran back to the castle to inform professor dumbledore of their suspicions.

they stumbled all the way to professor mcgonagall's office to ask for him. "we have to see professor dumbledore, immediately!" harry told the perplexed professor, "i'm afraid professor dumbledore is not here. he received an urgent owl from the ministry of magic and left immediately for london." she informed them and all their expressions turned even more concerned. "he's gone?! now?! but this is important!" harry cried, "this is about the philosopher's stone!" at his words, professor mcgonagall's eyes widened. "how do you know-" "someone's going to try and steal it!" his explanation didn't help their situation now that professor mcgonagall realised they might've been sneaking around in order to figure out all about the philosopher's stone. "i don't know how you four found out about the stone, but i assure you it is perfectly well protected." she took a breath in, "now would you go back to your dormitories? quietly." mcgonagall demanded and the four reluctantly went out of the classroom.

when they reached outside, they talked about the fact that the stranger hagrid met at the village was most definitely snape. "he most definitely knows how to get pass fluffy." they nodded, "and with dumbledore gone-" "good afternoon." a deep, ground-shaking voice emerged out of nowhere and the four turned around to face none-other than the infamous professor snape. "now, what would three young gryffindors and a hufflepuff such as yourselves be doing inside on a day like this?" he spoke with his usual gravitas and looked at julianna, her eyes widened. "uh- well- um, we're just-" snape raises his eyebrows at her, "no answer for me this time, candy?" the professor then turned to hermione, "you ought to be careful. people will think you're..." he averted his gaze to harry, whom he stared at for a while before his facial features subtly hardened. "...up to something." and with that, professor snape left and the four let out breaths of relief they didn't know they'd been holding in.

"now what do we do?" julianna cried in a hushed tone, harry stared hard at snape's receding form. "we go down the trap door. tonight." harry stated with determination and julianna could only groan. they had no plan, no way of succeeding, this was going to go absolutely swell.

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i have some questions, if you feel up to it: which of your published fics are you the proudest of? which of them have you reread the most? and, which of your wips should the average buddie fic enjoyer be most wary of?

Of my published fics it's hard to pick just one, since I have about five that I really consider the best examples of my work or milestones in my writing abilities.

(For example, my Hunger Games fic I wouldn't say is my best work today, but it's still one of the fics I'm the proudest of since it was in my opinion a really well-done fic for a sixteen-year-old and marked a milestone in trying to tackle really difficult subjects including unlikable characters and main character death.)

Of my Buddie fics the three I'd say I'm proudest of are Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You), In the Gray You are Golden, and Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones).

The first is my soulmate fic and a rare fic where I feel like I set myself a very high bar and actually accomplished what I set out to do in my head with the fic. The unending lament of a writer is that the story rarely turns out as good on the page as you see it in your mind, but I think with this one I came close. It was a challenge to write, and I'm really happy with the finished product.

The second is my Zombie Apocalypse AU that I dashed off in a fit of inspiration in 48 hours. I'm really proud of the atmosphere I created and the worldbuilding. My goal was to write a zombie fic where non-zombie and non-horror lovers could still enjoy it, and given the comments I've received I think I've succeeded.

The third is my long vampire fic that I wrote for Halloween this past year, and it wasn't coming together for me the way that I wanted. I was extremely frustrated and disappointed with myself. And then I got the idea to write Eddie's moment of being shot as if it were poetry, a 'life flashes before your eyes' moment, and sprinkle passages from that moment throughout the rest of the fic. This turns the fic into actually one long flashback, something the reader isn't aware of until they hit the shooting and all the fragments of the poem (so to speak) are repeated as one piece. That made the fic come together for me, and I'm really proud of that idea and how it turned out.

I'm actually not sure which fanfic of mine I've read the most since I uh actually don't reread my fanfics much. I do, however, enjoy reading the comments, since they help me see my fics through fresh eyes and appreciate them anew. I reread @extasiswings fics a lot, and so of my fics I'd say A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (But Love is Undefinable) and Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me are the ones I've actually reread most since they were co-written with her and I adore her sections of them. But of my solo works... probably my Zombie AU if I'm being honest? I've reread it a few times, I just love what I did with that one.

Occasionally I'll get a comment on a slightly older fic like The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) or Even the Darkest Night (Can't Outshine the Stars) - to name the two examples I can recall at the moment - that inspires me to reread the fic. But I actually don't make a regular habit of rereading my fics. Does this make me an outlier? Mayhaps?

Which of my WIPs hmm... hmmmmm...

Probably All My Shattered Oaths. All four WIPs are angsty (the fifth is just fun monsterfucker smut) but I think that one is a little bit more painful than the others.

NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING ANYONE SHOULD WORRY ABOUT. BECAUSE YOU SHOULDN'T. SHHH. IT'S ALL FINE HERE.

#mads answers things #mads writes stuff

[ailendolin]

For the whump scenarios, Ho-Tan! ►: crisp, clean pajamas

Thank you, dear! 💙 I didn't quite manage to make the pyjamas the focus of this mini fic but I hope you still enjoy it!

Warning for Ho-Tan's ignorant family (as in them refusing to call her by her real name)

Ask Game can be found here.

Next up: Collapse into someone's arms (!) for Vextan

Echoes

It’s been a long day. Then again, visits to her parents always meant long days. While Ho-Tan loved them, even despite their many faults, she’d be the first to admit her parents could be trying at times and often downright exhausting. Especially when they insisted on calling her Alfred or, even worse, on calling her son Alvina.

Ho-Tan was glad she had put her foot down yesterday and stopped Vex, Alvin and Irk from coming with her today. She appreciated their willingness to support her more than she could express but she would rather face her parents’ ignorance for the rest of her life alone than subject her family to it even once. The mere thought of her mother and father making Alvin feel like they’d made her feel all her life made her stomach churn.

By the time the Elders’ Chamber was finally within her sight, it was close to midnight and Ho-Tan was both physically and mentally exhausted. She’d hoped to be home earlier, maybe in time to read Alvin and Irk a bedtime story, but the detour she’d been forced to make because of the very irritated dragon nesting on the side of the road had dashed those hopes fairly quickly. The Youngers would already be asleep now and everyone else would be as well. There would be no one waiting for her at the door with her favourite cup of tea and a much needed hug tonight.

It’s okay, Ho-Tan told herself as she quietly made her way through the dark and deserted hallways. She could hug her children in the morning. It was only a few hours until sunrise, after all. She’d be fine.

She didn’t realise how wrong she was until she opened the door to her bedroom and was hit with the smell of fresh laundry. Her eyes teared up as she took in her neatly made bed, the two fluffy towels lying on top of it and a new bar of her favourite soap placed beside them – the expensive one she only used when she felt really, really awful. Next to it, someone had laid out her favourite pyjamas. Ho-Tan picked them up and held them to her chest for a moment. The scent of lavender was so familiar and comforting she felt her eyes tear up.

More than a little overwhelmed, she sank down onto her bed and took a few deep and steadying breath before she reached for the two envelopes peeking out from under the towels. One had her name on it in Vex’s handwriting; the other bore the word Mum adorned with two squiggly hearts. She opened the latter first. Inside was a drawing that showed herself surrounded by all the Elders and Youngers. Debbie was there too, and so were Elf and Nick. They were all smiling and above all their heads, bold, colourful letters spelled the words We love you, Mum.

Ho-Tan smiled and traced her sons' faces, her chest tight with love. Then she reached for the second envelope. Her hands were shaking when she pulled out the card.

Welcome home, my dear.

It wasn’t quite the hug she’d hoped for but Vex’s words, simple as they were, still managed to soothe her aching heart. She curled up on the bed and allowed her emotions to spill over. There would be time to wash away the day’s travel later. Right now, the quiet love of her family was exactly what she needed to chase away the echoes of the day.

#scribe elder ho tan #wise elder vex #vextan #yonderland #mp yonderland #my fic #ask game #ask #ask game prompt ficlet

[leam1983]

On the Games Workshop-ification of Paradox and the V:TM Franchise.

Remember Bloodlines 2?

We wanted it, desperately so, for a few years. We saw teasers, one solid vertical slice. We had a release quarter and - Hardsuit Labs imploded. Bryan Mitsoda left the project, Rik Shaeffer stopped posting Twitter updates on the subject.

It's still sitting in my GOG launcher, waiting for a release date that'll likely never arrive - long past its refund date.

Paradox Interactive didn't sit on its laurels, though.

First came 2019's Coteries of New York, developed by Draw Distance. This reasonably dense visual novel didn't exactly impress with its plotline or design, but it sort of came across as the new IP holders testing the waters, checking for means to turn a profit over the bloated corpse of what now probably feels over-promised and underdelivered. Then came Bloodhunt's announcement as a Battle Royale setting, and eventually Swansong's announcement and release. Today, community leads at White Wolf and Paradox dropped allusions at more projects to come, helmed by other studios.

And that, well... That worries me.

Lucas Raycevick recently produced a video essay in which he, as a fan of tentpole RPG releases such as BioWare's old fare, bemoaned the ways in which fans of Games Workshop properties were effectively spoiled for choice - with several different devs and publishers all distinctly approaching Warhammer or Warhammer 40K properties through projects spanning several different genres. From strategy games to horde shooters and sports game sendoffs, there's been a ton of content to sink your teeth into if you're reasonably fine with massive peaks and valleys in your overall experience - as some of the produced titles are Space Hulk, incidentally, and others are Necromunda: Hired Gun. The highs are fairly high, and the lows can sting quite a fair bit; especially if the team involved comes this close to successfully reaching for the moon.

Necromunda isn't a bad game by any stretch of the imagination, mind you - but it still is insultingly janky at times, and feels as though its mechanics haven't really been designed for its pastiche of Doom Eternal's movement and attack mechanics. It tries its best, sure, but it's sort of hard to appreciate the end result in light of absolutely stellar productions like the first Dawn of War and its expansions.

Obviously, the opposite approach is laser-focused. The almighty publisher backs a single one of its devs for a mammoth stretch of four or five years, all in the hopes that the end-product will be an absolute banger. When it works (see The Witcher and its sequels), it really allows for a team to showcase what drives them. When it doesn't, it crushingly displays how hubristic it can feel to stick all of your eggs into one basket.

Vampire: The Masquerade is unique in the sense that it's straddling both genres. One leg seems to be rotting away - or are these blooms I may spot on the Twittersphere, gleams of hope for a renewed development cycle? The other leg burst open into a conflagration of roots, and there's really no telling what will eventually come to define the modern Vampire experience for PC or console gamers. Are we still going to play Bloodhunt six months later? How about Swansong? Its Telltale-meets-Quantic-Dream-plus-RPG-stats structure won't be to everyone's tastes, and serves to remind many of the dashed hopes of that one, darned Tentpole AAA release that isn't likely to come to fruition. More to the point, how much Vampire is too much Vampire? The World of Darkness' socials suggest that there's plenty more content to expect in the coming years, and that it's likely we'll see the familiar setting declined into a number of unusual genres - XCOM with fangs, you might think - or maybe an offshoot of Diplomacy 4 putting you in the shoes of a city's Prince...

Personally, all I want is for V:TM to be more than another Games Workshop situation, with a shovelful of middleware and two, maybe three standout exceptions. As it stands, however, considering how most of the involved studios have been mostly unknown, it's hard not to get the sense that Paradox is hedging its bets for a low-risk, high-reward type of deal. A bit like a Ventrue sipping at the carotid of an undecided college frosh, I'm sort of left feeling unsatisfied...

#vampire: the masquerade #thoughts #swansong #bloodhunt #coteries of new york #vampire the masquerade bloodlines #vampire the masquerade bloodlines 2

[minseologs]

lonely hearts club

“It’ll be great, you have to show everyone that you’re doing good and it’s possible you can turn around their initial assumptions.” Her advisor seeks approval, folders of ideas and an assortment of dashing parties were all it was. “Miss Choi, this could be the first step to getting those ties back with our business partners.”

“Should I remind you it’s also my mother’s death anniversary? And Jinwoo’s birthday is on the second, it’ll be too difficult to arrange it. Ive never celebrated with people in general so I dont think it’ll be a good idea,” she chuckles, “and I barely have friends… to subject ones I have for my own benefit? Seems unfair.”

“Perhaps we can work around it?”

-

“Smile this way please,” the cameraman instructs her as the room felt empty. It was her forced birthday photo shoot, one to be placed for the company to see and let them know that she was alive and well. Her only solace for the moment was the familiarity of a friend’s coffee shop, Minseok graciously offering his business for the time being, “Thank you, ma’am”

Minseo hasn’t spoken much since entering the room, only speaking when necessary— and to an extent where she kept it to professional manner. Her thoughts were in too deep that she’d given up herself to her work. It wasn’t anything she was unfamiliar with. In fact, birthdays were a perfect opportunity for the family to reel in friendships and connections far from business— but bringing back the tradition brought strange feelings.

“Come on, Miss Choi,” her advisor fixes her clothes, eyeing to see perfection in her being. “This is great— the party wi—“

“—dinner.” Her hand swats where the person touched, fixing up her clothes only the way she would like. “It’s a birthday dinner, not a party.”

“Right, dinner— so far, we’ve received 19 of your friends!” There was an amused chuckle, the advisor jotting down something on the phone. “It’s perfect isn’t it? Maybe, we should invite ones from business partner’s families—“

“Absolutely not,” Minseo took a firm stand, her advisor looking for ways to avert it. “I’m already agreeing to your plans, let’s keep it to my own preferences. Just my friends, no one else. Total privacy.”

She was met with silence, continuing on with a camera flash. Minseo furrows her brows in worry, thought once again of what this could bring.

-

As always, Minseo was an expert when it came to having false pretenses. The room was filled with people she considered mattered to her existence. Even the once she was no longer too fond of. People who made her the person she was today. She had joy, so much to the point her sore jaw signals to calm down from smiling excessively. Plenty of photographs exchanged, many champagne bottles consumed, and lots of heartfelt messages given. Her heart was full, yet there was ache in it that she couldn’t explain. Deep down she knew this wasn’t for her. This was for a reputation crumbling under her touch. Minseo had no choice but to ensure what’s for show appeared real. They didn’t know the dinner was meant to repair that. Maybe a few.

“I just want to say—“ Minseo chokes on her words, unable to speak when she suddenly bursts to tears over her smile. Everyone thought it was tears of joy— so naturally, there were teasing taunts. “I wanted to say thank you. For taking the time out of your busy lives to be celebrate with me. I haven’t had a birthday celebration quite like this in awhile, and I really appreciate it. I know some of you have found me unbearable these past few years… even hours, maybe.” Laughter ensues, but she overthought it was probably the truth. “But I’m— im grateful. Your friendship to me is the greatest gift, it makes my world seem less lonely. And I hope my presence does the same for you—“ She holds her champagne flute out, wiping her cheeks as her sight catches the advisor and a few ‘on-lookers’ across the room. They disappear within the crowd before she could finish her speech. “To.. to continue our evening I, uh, want to close this off by a western saying: There are good ships and wood ships, Ships that sail the sea, but the best ships are friendships And may they always be! Happy birthday to me~!”

The roaring cheers were enough that she chose to follow her advisor, out to see who else came unannounced. She witnesses a few business partners of her family’s past. The advisor notices her presence, signaling her to return to her dinner. It took a minute for Minseo to even turn around, let alone look away. All she hoped was that this normalcy of a gathering was enough to convince powerful strangers that she’s worthy to be part of their realm just like before.

When she returns in the room, they’ve lit up the birthday cake in her honor. She was overwhelmed, wanting everyone to stop singing but she grits her teeth hard. More tears came with a smile on her face as she sang along. It took a minute for her to calm down, closed her eyes with hands clasped together.

Minseo, what did you wish for?

#cms:story #she spent $5k on drinks alone probably #she wants smiskis as presents but didn’t ask #what a mess

[rainsmediaradio]

DCLM Daily Manna Devotional 15th January 2024 by Pastor W. F. Kumuyi — Don’t Tempt The Lord

DCLM Daily Manna Devotional - Don’t Tempt The Lord

The Topic of Deeper Life Daily Manna Devotional for 17th January 2024 Is “ Don’t Tempt The Lord“

Text:   Matthew 4:1-11 (KJV) 1 Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil. 2 And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, he was afterward an hungred. 3 And when the tempter came to him, he said, If thou be the Son of God, command that these stones be made bread. 4 But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. 5 Then the devil taketh him up into the holy city, and setteth him on a pinnacle of the temple, 6 And saith unto him, If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down: for it is written, He shall give his angels charge concerning thee: and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone. 7 Jesus said unto him, It is written again, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God. 8 Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them; 9 And saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me. 10 Then saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve. 11 Then the devil leaveth him, and, behold, angels came and ministered unto him. KEY VERSE: Matthew 4:7 Jesus said unto him, It is written again, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God

DAILY MANNA FOR TODAY

Bartel Elshout in ‘the Banners of Truth’, listed three ways one can tempt God. One, by challenging Him; two, by putting Him on trial; three, by subjecting Him to one’s way of thinking. The writer went further to say, “To challenge God means to deliberately and consciously defy God and His revealed will, summarised in His holy law. To challenge God is to knowingly and consciously deviate from the pathway of God’s commandments”. Satan, in today’s passage, came to tempt Jesus. He initiated this attempt against the Lord to make Him deviate from God’s plan and purpose for His life. Here, Satan attempted to put to test God’s attributes – His knowledge, will, power and wisdom. God cannot be tempted; He knows all things right from the beginning to the end. His wisdom is without limitation. Although he tried several times, Jesus never yielded. When we doubt God’s love and mercy, and fail to realise how much He cares for us, when we disregard His grace and deliberately do what is evil, we are tempting the Lord. Anytime we go against God’s revealed truth, it is tantamount to disagreeing with His terms; this is tempting the Lord. You must learn to appreciate who God is. He may allow some crises in your life; it is not to destroy you but to know how far you can depend on Him in the face of adversities. There may be no immediate employment after graduation or child after marriage. Yet, you must not tempt God by complaining. If you will believe and trust Him most sincerely, He will bring the best out of your most trying situations. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY We are called to trust God, not tempt Him. THE BIBLE IN ONE YEAR Acts 7-8 Read the full article

#PastorW.F.Kumuyi

[studyingmithannah]

Hey everyone, I'm Hannah and I'm gonna be starting sixth form in just over a week. I have decided that for the next two years of my life I am going to romanticise the heck out of school and my studies and so in preparation for that I'm creating a studyblr. Now I am going to be studying, Chemistry, German and either; Biology or Physics. I haven't fully decided yet due to an issue with my Biology grade. (School is so tight. I only needed one extra mark to get the right grade but they won't let me in, so I'm getting a remark).

Now I haven't actually done a study blog thing before and I don't have very many on my dash, so I don't really know what I'm doing. If anyone can offer any kind of advice or anything at all really, I would greatly appreciate it and if anyone has studied any of these subjects at A level, I would love to know what you thought of them and the best techniques you used to study for each of them.

Anyways, I'm hoping to use this as a form of inspiration for myself and for others as well hopefully. I'd love for you guys to join me as I start this new time in my academic career, with new freedoms and more opportunity for wider reading as well as harder work and more advanced concepts.

I hope you all have a good day/night wherever you all are today, remember to drink some water, have something to eat (even if it's only small) and go outside if you can.

Love, Hannah x

#studyblr #motivation #self improvement #positivity

[jefelen-presents]

“Dragon Cop” (2023)

Saturday, March 18th, 2023 (06:06) JEFELEN has been positively champing at the bit to share this for some time now...!

Anyone who knows me particularly well, or else has been acquainted with me since the 1990s, will surely be all-too-aware of my deep-seeded love of Hong Kong martial arts cinema.  I simply adore the frenetic athleticism of this form of filmmaking, it's balletic dynamism, demonstrating gravity-defying agility, which is more often than not embodied by death-defying feats of reckless bravado, all exemplified by superhuman choreography -- for me, it is an exhilarating joy to behold.  Such is the level of my enthusiasm that I traveled to those parts upon graduating from film school, way back when, to be actively involved with the industry over there.  For me, the Golden Age really was epitomised from '85-'95, well before the mitigating advent of CGI technology, with so many eye-boggling examples of the genre originating from this region and time that, even for one as voraciously avid as myself, new material is still being discovered even to this day.  So much product was being produced during this period, in fact, that Hong Kong came second only to Bollywood with respect to sheer quantity of cinematic releases.  The storytelling is often simplistic, it's true, but that's not the point -- these are spectacular works of human prowess, with purpose to thrill and beguile.  I really could wax lyrical ad nauseam... but I'll courteously refrain.

When I was presented with the opportunity to be involved with a Masebrothers™ tribute to this cherished subject matter, there was absolutely no way I was going to turn it down.  No way.  And so it was that I became an Associate Producer on Mathieu Caillière's kung-fu tour de force, "Dragon Cop" (presented in association with Eyez Vision™ and Allegoria Studio™), which is being released to the general public as of today!  Featuring dizzying action choreography and stunt work by the always impressive Team Cascade31™, this pulse-pounding love-letter delivers authentic unarmed combat of the popular 功夫片 style, with dashes of the so-called 'heroic bloodshed' genre thrown in for good measure, in the purest tradition of the era defined.

Hong Kong police detectives, Dragon Yuen and Cynthia Chan, are about to bust a drug case involving unscrupulous triad kingpin, Mr. Chow, and his American criminal trade partner, John Rickman.  But when these hero supercops find themselves cornered by Chow's ruthless henchmen, The Black Tiger Clan, they will have no choice but to fight in order to stay alive.

The action is emblematically underscored by synth composer, Jupiter-8, with a delightfully addictive theme song provided by HOLOFLASH (soundtrack endorsed by NewRetroWave™).  The translated English-dub is now available to watch in its entirety for FREE on YouTube™.

As is customarily the way with social media, likes, comments, and shares are always appreciated.

#Masebrothers  #MathieuCaillière  #飛龍警察  #DragonCop  #TeamCascade31  #RiseOfTheDragon  #ChasingTheEmeraldDragon  #WhenTheEvilShadowsMeetTheBadgesOfFury  #WatchItNOW

BREAK!!**

Saturday, March 18th, 2023 (07:07) Of course, being that Masebrothers™ operates out of the unitary semi-presidential republic of France, there's naturally a prerequisite French language version of "Dragon Cop" to enjoy, also, should that be your dialogistic preference:

http://www.youtube.com/embed/QxzCnHuWfVg?start=14...

Presented here with English subtitles (the generation of which I oversaw personally, en passant).

{X}

Mathieu Caillière Nice speak Jeff! Very glad to have you on this project made with love & passion! Thanks again Retrowave Guardian!

Wow, "Retrowave Guardian" -- that's quite the designation, ha ha!  But seriously, it's meant a tremendous deal to me to have been able to play a small hand in helping you see this creative undertaking realised, Mathieu -- these are the kinds of movies I cut my teeth on, a lifetime ago, and you with your hard-working team are keeping that tradition alive today.  Sincèrement, merci beaucoup, mon ami!

Saturday, March 18th, 2023 (08:08) The official trailer, authentically presented in Cantonese: http://www.youtube.com/embed/DfkJ3kL5-1Q?vq=hd720&rel=0... (No word yet as to whether there will be a Cantonese dub of the movie itself -- stay tuned for future updates...).

Saturday, March 18th, 2023 (09:09) The infectious "Rise of the Dragon" theme song by Swedish multi-instrumentalist HOLOFLASH has now been uploaded in full to Bandcamp™, including an exclusive bonus instrumental cut of the tune (for all your karaoke needs!).

http://holoflash.bandcamp.com/album/rise-of-the-dragon

Conversely, the song (by its own) can also be found here:

YouTube™: http://music.youtube.com/watch?v=PGqojjr-V98

Amazon Music™: http://music.amazon.com/albums/B0BX7M4LP9...

Apple Music™: http://music.apple.com/.../rise-of-the-dragon.../1675285440

TIDAL™: http://www.tidal.com/album/279569524

Deezer™: http://www.deezer.com/track/2172377357

Shazam™: http://www.shazam.com/track/658009899/rise-of-the-dragon

Spotify™: http://open.spotify.com/track/68aND673oo20ob5Afx1Byp

SoundCloud™: http://soundcloud.com/holoflashmusic/rise-of-the-dragon

Anghami™: http://play.anghami.com/song/1099391485

Boomplay™: http://www.boomplay.com/songs/118975354

iHeartRadio™: http://www.iheart.com/.../songs/rise-of-the-dragon-206251094

Take your pick, in accordance to your musical proclivities!

Saturday, March 18th, 2023 (10:10) I've dead-set had this song stuck on repeat-play in my mind-stereo for WEEKS... and now, with the benefit of some handily transcribed lyrics, you can, too!  C'mon, sing along with me:

"On a dangerous quest, Under cover of the night. Seeking answers in a spider's nest, You're caught in a web of lies. For the better of man, And the badge upon your chest. When it all goes south, and you just can't win, Find the power deep within. It's the rise of the dragon, Burning fury in their eyes, It takes two to be victorious tonight. Hiding in the shadows, Try to catch them by surprise. You can bring them down, But you can't stop the rise, The rise of the dragon. When you're put to the test, And the enemy's too strong. When the odds keep stacking up against you, When all your hope has gone. Know you have what it takes, Never doubt, don't hesitate. It is in your blood, running through your veins, Let the serpent guide the way. It's the rise of the dragon, Burning fury in their eyes, It takes two to be victorious tonight. Hiding in the shadows, Try to catch them by surprise. You can bring them down, But you can't stop the rise, The rise of the dragon. Yeah! Rise of the dragon, Burning fury in their eyes, It takes two to be victorious tonight. Hiding in the shadows, Try to catch them by surprise. You can bring them down, But you can't stop the rise... You can bring them down, But you can't stop the rise... The rise of the dragon."

You're welcome.  #KaraokeFuel

Saturday, March 18th, 2023 (11:11) As recently cross-promoted (with NRW™) here:

http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=6380369121994170&id=100000634350634

More yet to come...!

{X}

Masebrothers Hi Jeff I attached you the Kickstarter page to support the sequel movie of DRAGON COP called DRAGON’S REVENGE

https://www.kickstarter.com/.../masebrothers/dragons-revenge

Saturday, March 18th, 2023 (22:22) Hey, fantastic!

Well, there you have it, folks, straight from the cheval's mouth, so to speak: never ones to rest on their laurels, Masebrothers™ are looking to ride on the coattails of their success with "Dragon Cop" by immediately crowdfunding the pre-production of a SEQUEL!  Want them to climb straight back into the saddle?  Well, if you enjoyed what you watched here, and would like to see more of the same (only better!), then now's your opportunity to have a direct hand in making that happen!

If you're new to the concept of crowdfunding, think of it as an exercise in PRE-SALES, if you will: even before the movie has been made, you can order yourself a digital download of the finished product, grab a copy of the soundtrack (which will reportedly be composed by Jupiter-8 AND Meteor this time, no less!), a publicity poster, a promotional t-shirt, a prerequisite blu-ray (containing BOTH "Dragon Cop" and "Dragon's Revenge", along with bonus content), or there's even a limited-edition VHS cassette (yeah, might well have to invest in one of those, myself, just quietly...!), among other such goodies on offer, and the money spent will help go to paying for the actual movie to be made -- it's a win-win deal, really!  No pressure to offer up any money, of course, but if you'd like to contribute a little something (or else help spread the word to those who might), then that would be greatly appreciated.  #SupportIndependentCinema

Sunday, March 19th, 2023 (21:21) The isolated campaign video -- see for yourself what the intentions of this potential sequel are:

http://www.youtube.com/embed/WX2RGs0dkeQ?vq=hd720&rel=0...

Sunday, March 19th, 2023 (22:22) Retrowave artist Jupiter-8 primarily specialises in composing synth-heavy soundtracks to '80s films that were never actually made... but this time, we actually have a genuine movie attached to the music!  Yes, the "Dragon Cop" soundtrack is now available, consisting of ten atmospheric tracks, and clocking in at a concise twelve minutes in total, it's neither going to outstay its welcome nor break the budget -- check it out now on Bandcamp™:

http://jupiter-8.bandcamp.com/album/dragon-cop-ost

And don't forget the HOLOFLASH single (not included here), which is listed above.

Monday, March 20th, 2023 (20:20) People of the entertainment zeitgeist are still speaking enthusiastically of 楊紫瓊 and the prestigious Best Actress award bestowed unto her by The Academy earlier this month -- I feel it apposite to make fair point of the fact that prior to making her way to Hollywood, she actually began her screen career making movies of precisely the ilk presented here (and accordingly, Masebrothers™ appreciatively acknowledged her by way of dedication in their closing credits, among other key figures of the genre).

Here is the official poster for "Dragon Cop", complete with credit block:

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Mathieu Caillière This is for you Jeffrey J. Ellen! You support us since the very beginning! Thanks you my friend Take care 

https://fb.watch/jDDxxx9tHm/

IT'S HAPPENING!!  Hey, great going, Mathieu -- couldn't be happier for you, mate!  Awesome.

Incidentally, for the uninitiated out there, this spirited declaration stems from a former Masebrothers™ project -- where they effectively began -- which can be seen right here:

http://www.youtube.com/embed/mOC3pLV8X-U?cc_load_policy=0&vq=hd720&rel=0&autoplay=1

As I initially presented WA-A-A-A-AY back here:

http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1332162290148237&id=100000634350634&comment_id=520920083579644

So it's official: Kickin' Jack himself has joined the world of the Dragon Cop, and will be lending his idiosyncratic brand of anti-heroic justice to "Dragon's Revenge"...!

Monday, May 1st, 2023 (22:22) I'm delighted to report that Masebrothers™ have secured the funding for "Dragon's Revenge", foreshadowed sequel to "Dragon Cop", and will be making full use of this to go into production in the coming months!

Speaking personally, I'd have loved to have DOUBLED this production budget, to be perfectly honest, but having been forced to endure the expense of moving not only home, but my own studio workshop, TWICE in the past twelve months, there was no way I could possibly afford to have done so...

But never mind that -- we're making another movie!  Stay turned for further Dragon shenanigans in future.

Monday, March 18th, 2024 (11:11) 2024 UPDATE: released a year ago to the day, it is my pleasure to hereby announce that “Dragon Cop” has taken out the YouTube™ prize at the 46th Festival du court métrage de Clermont-Ferrand, which was hosted at the Maison de la Culture on February 7th:

http://www.facebook.com/events/1043182096771468

http://www.clermont-filmfest.org/.../short.../pop-up-2024

http://www.shortfilmwire.com/en/film/200122945/Dragon-Cop

I genuinely couldn’t be more pleased for Mathieu and the talented Masebrothers™ team on this merited win.  Félicitations à tous!  #MoreIsComing  #YearOfTheDragon

#2023