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gossip girl · pt. ii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! thank you so much for the comments and the love gave to the first part. i am so excited about this!! i hope you like this part a lot!

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

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the event was extravagant. the guests were all notable people, from celebrities to businessmen, and the tables were perfectly decorated, filled with the finest wines and delicious food prepared by the best catering in town. it definitely was a party to remember, that would be talked about for years and it would solidify jolie's reputation.

"hi, sweetie". you heard a familiar voice say behind you and quickly you turned around.

"oh, hey mom. you look gorgeous". she smiled at the compliment and grabbed the hem of her dress to show off, which made you smile back to her. "where is it from?".

"chanel. it hasn't been the same since karl passed away, but virginie viard does things right, sometimes". she showed her disappointment with a wry face. "you also look fantastic, sweetie".

"thank you, mom". you took a sip of champagne. "where's dad, by the way?".

"oh, he's talking to the red bull kid. what was his name? martin? marcus?".

"max, mom".

"exactly, him. your father decided to invest in red bull a few years ago, after charles and you broke up, and it seems like the kid made him win a lot of money". she explained. "you know, your father doesn't know how to have fun without involving business in it".

"i guess somethings never change". you said and she nodded in agreement.

"look at them". your mother said and discreetly signaled with her gaze. jolie and arthur were dancing together, looking like they were having the time of their lives. "they remind me of-".

"charles and i". you interrupted. "i do feel that way too, but jolie keeps saying they are just friends".

"your sister is ambitious, maybe a little too much, and she won't settle for a formula 2 driver".

"i know". you sighed. "maybe i have to remind her i started dating charles when he was in formula 2".

"please, do. i'd love to have a leclerc in my family and now that you won't-".

"mom!". you interjected and she laughed in response.

"they are nice kids! and their mother is a wonderful person". she added and you rolled your eyes at her words. "anyway, you should go and talk to charles, he asked me about you earlier".

"let me get drunk first, maybe that way it will be less awkward".

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the autumn wind made your cheeks turn red and your hands cold. you were at the rooftop of the casino, where only a few people were. you were exhausted from avoiding charles and léa. somehow seeing them together made your stomach turn. what if they already felt this way when charles and you were dating? were there signs? did you miss them?

"y/n". you heard someone say and jumped at the sound of their voice. you turned around to face them, with both of your hands on your chest, feeling the heartbeat increase rapidly.

"oh, god". you breathed out, embarrassed by your reaction. "you scared me, max".

"sorry, i didn't mean to". he quickly apologized, smiling back at you.

"don't worry". you said. "how have you been? it's been a long time since i last saw you".

"eveything's good, yeah. i've been working a lot, but that's not exactly new, and things have been working well for me so far". the dutchman explained. "how about you? your father told me you were studying at harvard?"

"yeah, i just finished a master in business administration there and i came back a couple of days ago. i rushed it a bit to be able to attend to jolie's birthday today".

"and how come you're here?".

"to be honest, i kind of wanted to avoid some people". you answered and he laughed.

"right, charles and léa".

"i didn't name anybody!". you quickly replied and he chuckled.

you stared at the sea, feeling max join beside you. a cold wind breeze made you shiver and you moved your hands up and down your arms to warm your body up. max, who had noticed, took off his black blazer.

"here, take this".

"oh, no, you're gonna be cold and-".

"please". he pleaded and you nodded. he placed the black blazer and your shoulders and you smiled sincerely.

"thank you, max".

"it's nothing". he said and looked ahead of him. "i'm trying to get away from your dad and his friends". he confessed.

"i feel you, they just don't know when to stop. my mom has been also chasing me, telling me to go talk to charles and, please don't tell him, but that's the last thing i want to do".

"don't worry, i understand. it mustn't be easy to see your ex and the girl who used to be your best friend together".

"it's not". you agreed. "it's just- many things come back, you know? i do wish them the best and i hope their relationship lasts, but somehow it makes me question so many things. i keep thinking when did all of this start and if they liked each other when charles and i-. fuck, sorry, i'm drunk and i'm talking too much".

"it's okay". he reassured. "i know you probably don't like the advice i'm about to give you, but i think you should talk to them".

"i know, but léa hates me for leaving and i don't wanna mess things up between charles and i more. jolie and arthur are such good friends and i am scared of the consequences. i just- i don't want to start a war".

"you know this way you will never find peace, right?". he asked and you nodded. "you're gonna see them often. that's the downside of monaco. you're gonna attend the same events and you're gonna hang out with the same people". he turned around and his blue eyes starred directly at yours. "there's just no way to avoid this".

"i know, but i'd rather not do this tonight". you confessed. "thank you, max".

"what for?".

"for all of this. you probably have better things to do and here you are listening to my problems".

"well, you're helping me hide from your father, so i think that makes us even". he joked and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"i will keep your secret too".

"please, do". he begged. you starred at the moon, but he starred at you. "what are you thinking?".

"about how to leave this party without my parents noticing".

"well, i've got an idea". he said. "follow me".

max put out his hand to you and you took it. you followed him to the elevator and when you reached the first floor, where the party was taking place, he slyly guided you to a back door you didn't know it existed.

"you know, most times, when we come to the casino, we enter through this door". he explained. "people who don't want to be seen use this".

"right".

max quietly opened the door, praying nobody would be outside, but unluckily your dad and his friends were smoking near the exit. you looked at max, who starred back at you worried, grabbed his hand and started running so your father wouldn't stop you.

"y/n!". your father exclaimed.

"sorry dad! see you!". you said still running to max's car.

max took out his car keys and opened the door of his porsche for you. you sat on the front passenger seat and, a few seconds later, he joined you, sitting on the driver's seat.

"i swear the adrenaline rush i've got it's better than when i race". he said chuckling and afterwards he started the engine of the car.

the city lights let you appreciate the ocean blue in his eyes. max focused on the road ahead, but his smile didn't fade. he was attractive. hands on the wheel and eyes locked on the road, you could sense the confidence on his driving and somehow you felt safe.

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robbsstar · 9 months

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Hi love! I would have a request for you if you are so kind to give it a try : Aemond x reader with Oleanna Tyrell vibes (very cunning, outspoken and bold). I somehow imagine her as being a couple years older than him, long blood red hair and has a dark vibe to her. She challenges him but she is also a big softie inside capable of the biggest love ever. I really feel like he needs this kind of woman in his life like air :))) And would also be someone to keep him on his toes at all times and rock his world up a bit. Please feel free to adapt this idea however you see fit and thank you million times for giving me the opportunity to request. Can't wait to read more from you, you are super talented and we need more of you ^^

Of course<3 I do want to apologize if I went more for the 'plot' than relationship. Allergies are mentioned lets all pretend it exist in their universe as I'm not really sure whoops.

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-> Aemond Targaryen x Reader -> You deal with the enemy while being married to Aemond -> slight misogyny towards Rhaenyra, Otto, desrcibtion of death, Aegon, slight swearing but not much

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Due to Alicent's mistrust of anybody who is not related to her, Helaena and Aegon were wed. The Queen consort convinced herself she could only trust those she lived with, her family. She disregarded the woman her crafty father, Hightower, had been offering for Aemond. It was you. He did so to build a stronger house, stronger alliances, or, in his opinion, a greater war opponent against the blacks.

But when it was time for her second born to marry, the stressed mother had little option but to listen to her father this time because she didn't have another daughter. Otto Hightower persuaded his daughter to take into account the Hightower's distant cousins.

Your house was the one. Just as savvy, as wily in their schemes, and as brilliant as the Hightowers. There was just one distinction between the two houses. One House plotted behind closed doors, while the other could not be bothered. Yours was the latter. They caused Otto some resentment, and he was embarrassed to refer to your family as a relative of his. However, he was left with no option because there were no better-bred women in the seven kingdoms. An ideal wife for his grandson, is difficult to manage but not necessary because the two families shared the same notion of the iron throne, a male leader, and no woman.

Your father and Otto Hightower were made of the same ancestors. So it was no wonder they strived for power.

Your father, like Otto Hightower, did not want to serve a woman, a lady who also bore bastards. Your father referred to them as brown-haired, illegitimate whore sons. In their youth, he and Otto had plans to marry their offspring in order for their blood to inherit the throne and power. Your father, not your mother, reared you throughout your entire life. Your mother was a gentle, intelligent, but sensitive woman. Therefore, your father decided to take matters into his own hands and raise you to be brave and powerful, bold and ambitious, cunning and scheming.

You demonstrated early on that you were a perceptive young dove. Your father would receive compliments from other lords who told him he did a fine job. Even though he was aware, he was nonetheless inspired by the compliments that were given to him.

You adored the concept your father planted in your brain and knew from a young age that you were destined to marry into the Targaryen family. Who would turn down the chance to become the high-status lady you were to become? As a result, you carried the distinctive qualities of your house with you as you developed.

You met your soon-to-be husband when you were being watered to blossom into an ideal representation of your father. Throughout your time in Kings Landing, you got to know Aemond Targaryen. The blacks had long since left, having fled to Dragonstone, which you described to Aemond as pitiful. The younger child had told you about his lost eye and how he came across his dragon. You had pledged, filled with awe, that you would protect him from further damage.

The boy had mocked you back then. He assured you that it was his responsibility to safeguard his future wife from harm. His words touched you. You had graciously taken his hands in yours and then addressed the youngster, speaking to him with wise counsel. "My dear boy, let's make a pact to look out for each other from now on." You will use your strength to keep me safe, and I will use my smarts to keep you safe.

Your words had left him in awe. It felt almost wrong for Aemond to trust a person that fast. His vision changed ever since that dreadful night, he became aware of all the snakes and rats who were waiting for the demise of the Targaryens- Hightowers and the ascent of Rhaenyra Velaryon.

Since then, getting along with Aemond was not difficult for you. You two had already started to feel wonderful things for one another before being married. Once you did get married and formed a lifelong commitment, your feelings just grew deeper. The first to congratulate you both were your father and Aemond's grandsire; shortly after, they were discovered to be drinking above their actual limit.

Their plan had worked and you were delighted to assist your brother-in-law in usurping his elder sister. To have him sit on the iron throne. For you to survive in this world, you needed wealth and power, and you knew that if you stopped now, you and your spouse would both perish whenever Rhaenyra Velaryon ascended to the iron throne. You were willing to go to any length for the sake of your husband and family, you told yourself.

As the years passed, the Targaryen line flourished. His wife gave Aegon twins, and Aemond was given a son and a daughter. The older one shares the blood-red hair of his mother and the violet eyes of his father, while your daughter had long, white hair. Like him, she has deep Targaryen eyes. A vibrant violet.

Your step-sister-in-law still lingered back at Dragonstone with her sons. You had never met her yourself. The stories your family spoke, even the maids and guards in Kings Landing were enough to get an insight into her character. You held your description short seeing that you could not fully rely on the tales the maids whispered- you found them exaggerating their tales of her. The stories of the rogue prince, you trusted fully even his brother- the King had spoken ill of him in the past.

You believed the firstborn of the king was calm and composed, certain of her own abilities. You must use caution when facing her, which is a great quality to have in times of war. If the rogue prince is by her side, does she still possess mercy in her heart? You were unaware, and perhaps this is not the right time to learn.

The Targaryens- Hightowers were currently dealing with other concerns. A literal knife was being held against their throats. Today they are expecting a visit from a small but strong house. It is said that one man held the power of seven and thirteen if handed a weapon. They needed men to win the war that was coming for them, and they were not about to deny the house that offered their help. House Tindall offered themselves, led by a strong and hasty man.

However, they were the issue. They were the knife that the king had invited for dinner today. Your grandsire-in-law intended to attack them in order to weaken Rhaenyra, not to gather the warriors Lord Tindall so generously provided. You were aware of Rhaenyra's followers, particularly those who resided in Kings Landing.

When it comes to their opinions, your family is a transparent bunch. Maybe not when it comes to their schemes and plots, but they made their opinions known. Therefore, it was difficult for you to keep your mouth shut as you observed her loyal dogs eating, bathing, and sleeping in warm, thick sheets. You were not about to put your husband and two lovely children in danger because you could not compose yourself.

It would only reflect poorly on your own name and that of your father, who raised you differently. A disgrace, which you will never put into consideration, but still, you desired for the traitorous Tindall's to depart or, even better, to die because if they were to return to their queen, she would become stronger. That was something the greens tried to avoid; it was already beginning to look difficult with only three dragons on their side while the blacks have way more.

Hence, you decided to take a different approach. Something that would not declare war but rather be an unfortunate accident. Despite Tindall showing great strength, they also have weaknesses—pathetic ones, you thought.

Your heels filled the halls as you walked along the high walls. The silky, gold dress you are wearing is being held up by one of your hands while the other holds your daughters. While the maids made you ready for the dinner that was about to take place in just a few hours, your ears picked up the rumours the maids spoke about. A weakness. A plan to get rid of Lord Tindall.

In haste, you made your way outside to search for your son and husband. The whole way, you struggled to hide the smirk on your face. ''Mother please! Could you slow down?!'' All the things you wished to tell Aemond left your mind, and you focused on your daughter. As you watched her smooth her silky white hair down, you grinned down at her. You exhaled a chuckle and kissed her on the head.

''I have exciting things to tell your father, my love. My 'running' only reflects my eagerness, and would you not like to see your father yourself? I bet even your brother is there, training to become strong just like your father.'' Your daughter's face lit up just like the sun does every day; it warms your heart.

''Aemys!'' The little girl called out and ran towards the doors that lead outside, leaving you in the hall alone. You straightened your clothes before pursuing your daughter The sun immediately warms the skin exposed to it, and your eyes squint from its brightness. Only a quick look around was needed to find your daughter again. Her short arms were clinging to the legs of your husband.

''As she grows, so does her love for you. Perhaps she loves you more than me.'' Your voice caught the attention of your son and Aemond, but your daughter still stuck to him. Your son, Aemys, raced into your arms after dropping his sword. He gains strength as he ages. The arms that are around your waist feel tighter each time you hug your firstborn.

''And he loves you more than me. A fair exchange, I would say.'' Aemond could spout insults and still seem courteous thanks to his soothing voice, which was always pleasant to hear. He took your daughter by her hips and threw her in the air above him. Every time he caught her, a giggle would go past your daughter's lips. Alysys has always been a walking sun in your eyes.

She would remind you of your mother many times—a clever and soft young girl. Her love for animals inspires you, while her mind makes you proud. Your son always surprised you with his boldness; he too was a smart child, something Westeros lacked. But Aemys shines the hardest when he holds a sword in his hand. Sometimes you watch him train and see Aemond in him, and a proud glint in your eyes will be seen.

As you fluffed his hair, dirt trickled down it. His eyes quickly shut, and his hands tried to block yours. ''Mother please! There is no need, as I'm about to continue with father anyway. '' You patted his head one more time before leading him to his sister. ''Go show your sister the things you've just learned, and after I've finished speaking to your father, you may continue your training.'' Aemys went to his sister and took her hand, but not before greeting her with a kiss on her head. ''Come Alysys.''

Aemond's form went near you; his head lowered as he followed his oldest child's action. But instead of kissing you on the head, your husband kissed you on the lips. When he whispered, ''Each time I'm surprised to have so well-spoken children, '' his hands were clasped in yours.

A pleased smile appeared as you bowed your head, breaking your gaze from Aemond. ''It merely implies we have done an excellent job in raising them, husband.'' Aemond continued to stare at you with admiration in his eye. ''I would say, you have done an excellent job. I can assure you that, me, and Aegon were not that clever in our youth.'' It seemed like you could not stop smiling today as his little jest brought amusement to you.

''Perhaps you are right.'' You lightly pinched his arm and teased. His head tilted, he wanted revenge but stopped when he noticed your expression change to a darker one. One he knew all too well. Above Kings Landing, the clouds slowly began to cover the beaming sun. You and he were possessed by Shadow, and so was your discussion.

''But that is not what I am here for. I'm sure you have heard about the Tindalls visiting us.'' As soon as he heard you speak, Aemond's attitude matched yours. ''You mean Rhaenyra's ally.''

''Yes, Aemond. The letter from Lord Tindall mentioned that if we agreed to unite our houses, he would give us his soldiers and his loyalty. Basically, his letter was a lie. I was and still am convinced they were sent by Daemon to kill us.'' The words you spoke were low. Only Aemond could hear you say them in a muted tone. Your eyes watched Aemys fall to the ground, letting Alysys win their pretend fight. ''I assume you already have a plan.''

''That is what i was so excited about, my love. I may or may not have handled everything already.'' A dark glint was in your eyes while you watch Aemonds face twist into a amazed one.

''Am I allowed to know?'' Aemond mumbled in his usual soft voice, behind it you could hear his delight. Your husbands hands freed your face of your fiery red hair as the clouds brought the wind forth. ''No. That is for you to find out.''

''I have heard you were in the kitchens a moment ago. Am I on the right path?'' His hands now gently and lovingly caressed your cheeks. ''Perhaps, perhaps not.'' You replied to him. In the background, Alysys's brother began to torment her while she screamed and laughed.

''I shall wait for the upcoming events then.'' Aemond gave you a kiss and went back towards his sword, which he had stuck in the ground before. His hair swung as he went back to train his son. ''Aemys! Say goodbye to your mother, will you? Aemy's attention was taken from his sister, who lay on the ground and waved to you from a distance. ''Till later, mother!''

You returned your child's wave. You believed Aemys was a true gentleman. Your son assisted your youngest in rising from the ground and wiping off the excess dirt she had on her yellowish dress. Aemys pushed his sister's small body in your direction after saying goodbye to her with another kiss on the head.

''Mother! Aemys showed me how to fight without a weapon.'' Alysys laughed as she took your hand. ''I saw, my love. Hence, we are going to have you wash up now. '' You told her when you saw the mud prints left in the hall behind you. ''Oh-oh, '' your daughter mumbled.

The sky went darker as time went by. Aemond and Aemys finished a long time ago and got ready for the upcoming dinner. Well, only your husband, because you and he had planned to bring the children to bed before you left. It was quite late, and you wished to keep Tindall's eyes off your children.

Aemond closed the doors behind him, bidding Alysys a good night. He came up to your side and extended his arm. ''The guards will watch the doors. '' You and he are walking to the dining hall. Guards followed you to the hall. They are safe, my love, '' you told Aemond when you noticed his unnerving behaviour. You felt the same, letting an ally of Rhaenyra into the castle. It was unnerving.

''Did you have a loving day, brother?'' Aemond pulled a chair out for you, and you sat down while looking at the huge table and the food. ''Wonderful. Just like any other day.'' Aegon answered your question. Beside him sat Helaena, mumbling to herself, but Aegon ignored her like he had always done. Her husband instead drowned in his cups and took a few grapes, popping them in his mouth.

''What about you, dear sister?'' The oldest Targaryen present at the moment asked, sarcasm lacing his rough voice. ''It was marvellous, and it's about to get even better.'' You smirked with glee, and your hand took Aemonds. Aegon was an individual who could not be bothered, but he still had a gift for stirring particular people up, and Aemond was unfortunately one of them.

Aemond felt compelled to protect you since he knew his brother simply intended to mock you. But as Aegon and you both know, your spouse is prone to making his emotions known. The male Targaryens all share the tendency to act in the same way when they are irritated or enraged. He has a tendency to hurt them with his comments, which have in the past caused fights or worse.

That was something you wanted to avoid this eventful evening. At this supper, the Tindall's are expected to feel welcomed.

''Better? Our sisters ass suckers are to sit at this table while they stuff themselves like pigs.'' Aegon scoffed; his eyes locked onto yours. His eye bags were so dark that one would think they were talking to a dead body. ''If you are to be king, my dear brother, then you should learn a few things. This is a great opportunity, so you should use it. Pay attention to this supper rather than overthrowing your liver.''

Aegon simply scoffed and gulped the liquid in the cup quickly. His eyes were suddenly downcast, disregarding the bug in front that was placed in front of him. He murmured to himself under his breath. ''I don't fucking want it. '' Unsurprisingly, his brother heard. When his stool created a screeching noise, Aemond attempted to get up but was halted by the opening of the tall, gold-layered doors.

Loud steps appeared and were followed by exuberant talking and laughing. Lord Tindall, his family (wife and kids). His mother, a tall brunette woman, was the sole female in the household. Her Husband took the lead, wearing warrior-style clothing and a beard that covered his entire neck. Since Kings Landing was hot even at night, his sleeveless shirt was in keeping with the temperature.

The Lord had black hair, and his face and arms were covered in wounds from battle. His sons were similar in height to him and shared their mother's green eyes and father's black hair. The assumed youngest was roughly the same height as Aemond.

It simply took a single glance. Lord Tindall was a tremendously prideful man, and his pride overshadowed his strategic thinking and ability in battle. Even though he was among the strongest people in all of Westeros, his ego got in the way. No words were uttered by his wife. She was submissive and mum. Her eyes would reflect her respect for her spouse when she looked at him.

Both of these traits were present in their three sons. The tallest and quietest child was the oldest. Even before they sat down, his brothers waited for him to sit first before following him.

You figured that he was the second strongest person in the room. They should not have been underestimated—his father came first. They were sent by Daemon for a reason and not by someone else.

However, you weren't concerned. Even the strongest people cannot withstand a food allergy. The other two sons were loud and proud, just like their father. This ought to be over soon.

All four of you greeted the family. ''Where is the King?'' Lord Tindall's rough voice asked as he looked at the empty seat opposite him. You waited for Aegon to talk, as he was the oldest of the four of you. But a sigh left your mouth when you saw the shrug he sent you. You only returned a disappointed eye roll and spoke as the second oldest.

''I am afraid the king cannot attend today. His sickness is taking a toll on him; he must rest. The queen and the hand of the king will be with us instead.'' You smiled at him and raised your cup, a common sign of acknowledgement. ''I see,'' he replied, his eyes showing slight confusion and intrigue. The lord expected Aegon to talk, the male heir, but was surprised it was the wife of the second-born.

It did not take long for Otto Hightower and the queen to arrive. The evening appeared to go smoothly on the outside, but that was only the case.

The queen forced a smile everytime a joke was told or she was fidgeting around while sometimes staring at the weapons Lord Tindalls guards were wielding. When she learned that an opponent had been invited, she felt anxious. Alicent was concerned for herself, her kids, and especially her grandchildren.

Otto Hightower was the one conversing with Lord Tindall. They started off talking about lighter topics but soon drifted to politics and war. Your grandsire-in-law's actions did not surprise you because he most likely had a plan of his own. He was grasping for information.

Helaena took small bites while nervously listening to one of Lord Tindall's sons, or she was talking if it was with Aemond. Aegon completely kept to himself.

Aemond did not speak much, and if he did, it was only with his own family. To Aegon, he would indignantly throw insults; to his mother, he would reassure her with physical touch or words.

You appreciated Aemond not interrupting the exchange you were having with Lady Tindall. You were sharing stories—false stories—with the wife. At first she would only hum or say a few words, but over time she shared more than you anticipated.

You would closely observe her while you listened to her speak. She would frequently fix her gaze on the guards the Lord had brought. When you questioned whether something was wrong or whether the main course was to her taste, she would smile tensely. Lady Tindall would smile hesitantly and wave her hands.

The Lords guards gradually backed away from their original positions and formed a circle around the table. There were perhaps eight guards there, which seemed excessive for just dinner. However, there were a lot more guards for the queen.

''Does your plan involve killing?'' Aemond whispered into your ear; it was obvious he was triggered, as his eye was shooting daggers at the unfamiliar guards around you. ''Do not worry, my dear, as that would only worsen the matter. "Even if they have the power, one guard cannot beat twenty men at once, can they?''

Your eyes caught your mother-in-law gripping a knife hard; the young wife was beginning to tremble in her seat. Aemond watched you nod behind him, your eyes looking past him. ''Watch over your mother, my love; it is time.'' You mumbled and gave him a kiss on the cheek before you slowly stood up.

''I would like to say a toast while the servants bring in the dessert.'' Everyone in the room tuned in when you raised your hand with a cup of wine in your hand. It was held high while you spoke. The hand of the king leaned back into his seat right as you spoke; a smug aura was emitting from him. However, the queen had trouble feeling at ease. You felt bad for your mother, as she was only going to feel worse with what she was going to witness.

''Lord Tindall, my family wants to thank you dearly for meeting with us and uniting our houses. You will be a great asset to the Targaryens, and we are delighted to wed the future king's daughter, Jahaera Targaryen, to your youngest, Finley Tindall.''

''As am I! '' He interrupted and hit his youngest on the shoulder hard. His acting was so fabulous that you had to give it to him. A small cheer followed his words. You only responded with a small lift of your lips and continued.

''My brother Aegon will ascend the iron throne after his father, the king, Viserys Targaryen, and protect the Seven Kingdoms just like his father had done all the years before him. With our strength combined, we will stop anyone who says otherwise, as they are nothing but traitors to us, an enemy we have and will destroy.''

You did not hesitate to emphasise the last bit. A quick glance was shared with your distant uncle and, at the same time, your grandsire-in-law. ''I am sure the ride here took you a long time, and so I want to express our gratitude through a wonderful dessert.''. Many servants began to bring in the dessert.

''I have heard many stories of your hometown, and the foods sounded interesting." With the bowl placed in front of you, I wish to make you feel even more welcome. Good apatite.'' You finished your toast and drank the wine in your hand.

Before taking a seat, you delayed and nodded at one of the guards. When the bowls were set in front of your family as well, they instantly understood. Alicent's expression was one of shock and worry. Otto looked proud but managed to hide it effectively. Helaena played with a bug under the table while trying to avoid glancing at the guests. Aegon's intoxicated self laughed but quickly covered it up by taking another drink. Before that, he gave you a discreet applause, to which you responded with a smirk of your own.

Aemond first looked towards you, looking for a sign of confirmation, and when he got one, his eye was directed to the Lord. His eye followed the way the family began to swallow their hometown's last course.

''While you eat, I want to confess. My maids, sadly, could not find the right ingredients, and so we had to change a few things.'' You nervously told them, but the second-born spoke fast after you. ''No worries, my lady. This tastes just like the maids at home do it!''

''Oh really?'' You asked, following your grandsire's form. Your back against the chair, a hand holding onto a cup, and the other holding your husband's Your pretending eyes turned sly and dark, and instead of a fake nervous smile, it got replaced by a lazy smirk.

''Then I am glad.'' Even your voice sounded shady. ''I was afraid the peanuts were going to be a distraction.'' This sentence stopped the whole hall. Your family watched with interest when the Tindalls stopped eating their dessert. His wife, Lady Tindall, began to shake with terror. ''P-Peanuts…?''.

Each kid responded differently. The oldest appeared to accept his fate and made an effort to reassure the secondborn one that everything would be alright. The smallest, Finley, started crying, while the second child did nothing but gaze at you with horror written all over his face.

"Y-You cunt!" Bring me Aegon and her head, guards! '' His raspy voice rang out, but all he got in response was silence. Unlike his family, the man with the black hair understood what was happening right away.

He got to his feet and scanned the area. Each of his guards had a severed throat and was lying on the ground. It's unfortunate that Lord Tindall was stuck with his head in the bowl and was unaware of the silent killing.

He hurriedly approached you, his feet pounding the ground so loudly that it echoed. You chose not to move and simply gave him an arrogant shrug. You got blocked by Aemond. Your husband glares at the furious man, watching him hit the ground.

''Th-The Q-Queen! Rhaenyra Velaryon will sit the ir-on throne after Viserys T-Targaryen. I-I pr-omise you tha- Cun….'' He was loyal until his last breath, but it obviously did him and his family no good. Blood was pouring from their eyes, nostrils, and mouth. Aemond slowly made his way back to his seat, almost stumbling over the dead body of Finley Tindall.

''M-My dear? What will we tell the people? Rhaenyra will take this as an act of war, will she not? Father.'' The queen said this while being comforted by her son, Aemond. It was a sight she did not wish to see.

''Do not worry, mother. Rhaenyra, more like Daemon, cannot do anything as this will only show he had a plan of his own- this is delicious!! My Gosh!'' You interrupted yourself when you tried the dessert. ''A shame they were allergic to peanuts, though, '' you said with a full mouth, ignoring the tense atmosphere around you.

''This really isn't bad.'' Aegon muffled and took another spoonful of it. His mother only glanced at him with disbelief. This time Otto spoke and while the king's guards moved the bodies. ''I assume your plan was to lie. We will say an unfortunate accident happened; we had no knowledge of their allergy or a cure. The guards had to be killed because they wanted to kill us. '' Otto told his daughter and offered her the dessert.

''Exactly. Is it good, my love?'' You beamed and turned to the seat next to you. Aemond nodded at you. ''It is. Perhaps we should give a little to Aemys and Alysys. Our little ones would love it.'' He takes another taste after answering. ''We should.'' You confirmed his thoughts.

The queen was at a loss for words as she observed her children eating in peace. Helaena does appear to be a little uneasy but still emptied the bowl herself. Alicent worries as she looks at her father. After a brief exchange of stares, her father's eyes finally got through to her.

''a-an unfortunate accident… alright.'' She repeated it and took a shaky spoonful of the soft texture.

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Okay, I finished NATLA. Overall, I think it was like, a solid 6.5 to a 7.5 out of 10. There were a lot of changes, and they fast forwarded a few character arcs. I loved the extra characterization for Ozai and Azula's own journey to power. We got an explanation for WHY Azula is the way she is.

I wish Katara was given more focus and direction, idk why but I feel like I didn't see enough of her. Aang too. They split up the gaang a little too much but individually, I think they did pretty well with each character arc. I liked Katara's character arc, especially in Omashu.

I do wish she got to rely on others more and Pakku did actually teach her. This time around she's somehow...slower, but still a prodigy? Her character growth made sense, her power growth was kinda iffy. The Gaang seem to get along pretty well so hopefully IF we get a season 2, they don't get split up as much.

I think they got a bit too ambitious in trying to add SO MUCH MORE to the story that we didn't have enough time despite taking out all the side quests. Frankly....I don't really remember the stuff they took out and didn't find myself missing anything so that's fine. The Omashu storyline was pretty good and spanned like, 2-3 episodes. But I think it was just, a LOT to make into one plot.

I liked the backstory for all of them, loved June, loved all the different takes each Avatar had on being an Avatar. I think...splitting up the Gaang so often kinda worked, like a little bit, because I think the main arc for Aang here is that he'll choose to rely on friends.

All the Avatars keep telling Aang that dragging other people into his responsibilities is dangerous for the people around him, that this job is best done alone. He's just lost everyone so he's terrified to lose the two people he's just gotten to know and therefore he puts himself in positions where HE'S the one taking on all the danger. So in that way, it makes sense, but there were definitely places it was unnecessary for them to split up.

Loved Suki, Azula, Mai, Ty Lee and DDK. ADORED ZHAO!! No joke he turned out pretty freaking AMAZING! Idk why people were saying Kanna's acting was bad, she did really well and I didn't notice anything off.

I think if you watch this with an open mind without trying to nitpick and compare it to the original the entire time, you'll have a fun time. It had a lot of sincere and heartfelt moments and I think it enhances the OG's lore.

Fun time! Might rewatch some day, there's lots of places to improve and I think it has the potential to be so much better if the cast and crew are being serious about taking criticism and they do work on it. ATLA is....a difficult beast to tame, and for a first, sincere effort, it ended up being very fun.

#natla #atla la #atla live action #avatar netflix #natla spoilers

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cabezadeperro's year in review (fic version)

Hi, hello! It's the last day of the year, and what a year 2023 has been. I moved to a different continent in Fall 2022, but I somehow found the time to keep writing and posting Star Wars fanfiction for the fourth year in a row.

These are some of my favourite fics I posted this year. I didn't write as much or as often as I'd like, but I am pretty proud of some of my work, so. Here it is!

Also, I'm very bad at replying to comments but thanks so much to all of you who take the time and leave one. I know my stuff is very often niche and kind of weird, so if you clicked and read and enjoyed one of my fics this year: I appreciate it a lot. Thank you so much.

dead men walking | E | Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi | 63k

It was supposed to be an easy job: prisoner transports are always quick money. Three years after waking up from cryo, Cody—formerly known as ICC-2224—finds himself working as a bounty hunter for one of the guilds. He has a body that doesn’t feel his, a memory full of holes, and little else. When the man he’s guarding escapes, Cody finds himself following one Obi-Wan Kenobi across a war-torn galaxy and into the most dangerous job of all: stealing a mysterious artifact from the heart of the New Republic.

This was my fic for the 2022 Codywan Big Bang. It was Very hard to write and the reason I decided to stop participating in events for the rest of 2023. I kind of hate it, but I'm also pretty proud of it (because I finished despite it all, and also I think it's pretty good).

You'll like it if: you enjoy good artwork (cowboy's illustration of Cody in bed is probably one of my favourite pieces of Cody fanart, and I love punk's cover an absurd amount), weird AUs, cyberpunk, and being depressed.

fortunate son | M | Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Cody/Commander Fox, Commander Cody & Captain Rex | 12k

On change.

This was one of those fics I started in 2022 and finished in 2023. It's my take of the No Order 66 trope that attempts to deal with ideas of change and growing and adapting to new places, new people, and new sides of people you've known for a while. (Gee, I wonder why I wrote this fic the year I moved across the world.)

I'm also really proud of the codyfox prequel I published the other day, secant, but I think this one is more--ambitious?

You'll like it if: you like studying Cody like the bug and complicated relationships, and would like to read a slightly different take on the Fix-It/No Order 66 trope.

sulphur and tea | M | Obi-Wan Kenobi/Jango Fett | 1.8K

They say Jango Fett fell in battle, that the thing that walks and fights and wears his beskar is something else. Obi-Wan knows better.

There are a few games I get very obsessed with every now and then, and one of them is Ghost of Tsushima. This fic is a very vague adaptation of the concept behind the main character of those games, applied to Jango. I had A Lot of fun writing it though it fought me quite a bit, and it allowed me to play with one of the most popular kenfetti tropes from a different perspective. It's one of those fics that I'd like to write a sequel/prequel/spin-off to sometime.

You'll like it if: you like whump (especifically Jango whump) and What Ifs about the Mandalorian Civil War and the first years of Anakin's padawanship.

choosing to be chosen | E | ARC Trooper Echo/ARC Trooper Fives | 6.6k

ARC troopers always work in pairs.

I wrote this as a gift for a friend who wrote what's probably my favourite Echo/Fives fic ever (which I just remembered was also a gift for me lmao). I don't write this ship as much or as often as I'd like, but I'm very happy about how this one turned out--I think I nailed why I find this relationship so compelling (the inevitable tragedy, the fact that they keep choosing each other, the fact that they cannot help but choose each other). I also had a lot of fun writing Fives! He's such a messed up, interesting little dude.

You'll like it if: you enjoy intense relationships, sexual and romantic tension, baby's first attempt at milwank, Fives being clever and in love and just that tiny bit manipulative.

the price of blood | T | Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi | 13.8k

A year and a half after the beginning of Cody and Rex's rebellion, Palpatine reaches out to Kenobi: he wants to talk to him, and he doesn't want Cody to be there. It goes as well as expected.

This is one of those fics that get out of hand. I wrote it because someone left an ask saying they loved the first part of what is now a series (it's not actually a series on AO3; I was planning to make it one but I forgor. as I do.) I really love fantasy and all its subgenres and I don't write it as much as I'd like, so it was the perfect chance to go ham and do a bit of of worldbuilding for fun. I'm not super happy with the ending, but I really like everything else, so.

You'll like it if: you like low fantasy, the environmental storytelling approach to fantasy worldbuilding, complicated relationships and characters keeping secrets. Oh, and Cody whump.

five times cody and rex shared a bed and one time they wished they could | T | Commander Cody/Captain Rex | 4.7k

Cody and Rex throughout the war.

This fic is very much what it says on the tin: Cody and Rex from when they first meet each other, through the war and their slow loss of trust in each other, until they meet again after the war ends. This format of fic is very popular for a reason, what can I say. I really enjoyed writing it, and I think I did a pretty good job portraying their potential relationship as I see it through a bunch of scenes.

You'll like it if: you like bittersweet endings, canon-adjacent fic, and Cody and Rex being insane about each other.

And that's it! Thanks for reading (again), and I hope you have a great NYE and a great 2024--I think we all fucking deserve it.

#codywan #echo5 #jangobi #codex #kenfetti #maría writes #i almost added some of the prompt fics but this list is long enough already lol

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🔮 I am feeling AidenAmelia, CarolKeisuke, MellowLynette... I leave it to you the list of their roles is on my Profile and updated

Heheheheh- dark hunt au time >:3

This much was pretty a bad idea, the young red-haired merchant was just strolling around the woods one evening of a full moon, just to collect ingredients till incidentally fell over a couple of rocks on the way. He managed to get himself back up again, but alsonfinding himself in the thick blanket of the foggy woods that had rumoured around town. Realized that he was in the Lost Marshlands, the name itself shivered him enough.

While walking around the fog blanket, he had heard little about the woods through the people from town. Well what frightened him more is the rumoured hunters residing within the forest as well, many people who are filled with ambitious and wanting desires went into the woods with our further warning only for them to be reported missing or have been vanished, or even to get found dead in or out of the forest.

This much pretty scared Mellow a bit but he somehow got info on one of them, let alone the bride hunter from an bar tender at a bar he was only staying in for the night. He was only given the word about her, but that isn't the time for him to remember that. He has to get out of here before one of the hunters here could find him eventually. But where's a head start though? Let alone the fog wasn't much of a bigger help here. He decided to walk around for a minute, hoping that the fog would clear away as well...

But then he took a sudden stop when he noticed a faint silhouette of a figure up ahead, due to the fog covered everything in sight, he couldn't see it clearly but he was sure of it....

Something or rather someone was there.

Mellow stood behind a nearby tree trunk, as a safety precaution as he tried to get a closer look at the figure as the fog started to move a tiny but for the red-haired merchant to see... It was a silhouette of a young girl, seems to be around his age but on a two centimeter above him, covered in all white colored clothing that seems to be a plain bride's gown with white lilies for the style of it but some were on her hair and throat, her whole pinkish like hair was covered with a veil, and some parts of her body were covered up with silk straps, such as her arms, legs, and even her whole main torso...

Feeling rather more scared like before, Mellow was in fact looking at the person from behind till the faint figure turned around....

Seeing that her whole entire face was covered in white.

Brown eyes then grew wide with fear slowly swallowing him, that bride... He then remembers what the bar tender told him that evening....

That 'bride' is a hunter.

Mellow needed to escape. Now. But as he tried to move his two shivering feet, he then tripped over another rock causing another thud to be heard. His Insticts acted up as he heard running footsteps heading to his direction. The bride was coming for him.

Without another word, he quickly got back up on his foot and then started running as fast as he could just to get away from the hunter who had heard him tripping over, but the blanket of fog was his only distraction, he couldn't see where he was going, either getting out or getting lost like the others who wandered here. While escaping, Mellow then tripped over again, this time that his foot was stuck onto a tangled twig from a plant. Rather having bad luck for him, as he then hears that footsteps of the hunter growing louder as he tried to free his foot out from the twigs- till he hears two steps forward behind him.

Mellow then closed his eyes tightly, hoping that an impact on him was about to happen. But all there stood was pure silence. The red-haired merchant opened his eyes wondering, well slowly turning around just to see the bride (just gave him an early fright but didn't pass out) up close, but he noticed that she managed to free his stuck leg out from the twig, which surprised Mellow clearly. Then she offered a hand to get himself back up which he did. Strange...

The merchant then stayed quiet, not knowing what to do next, but one of the strapped silk bandage that was covering her face was slowly removing on its own, revealing only one part of her face. Rather an only cherry-like pink right eye that caught the red-haired merchant's eye, as he finds himself starring at it as it stares at him back. Then he noticed the silk bandage wrapping on his arm then slowly was guiding him out of the woods by slow magic, Mellow turned around as he see the bride hunter then slowly turned away and was walking back to the woods as the fog covers the scene.

As Mellow got out of the woods safetly, he noticed the silk strap that guided him out was gone. He looked back at the forest...

Perhaps that hunter he saw... Might be a pretty one.

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The Wicked Stepmother of Queerland

so I recently watched the 2022 sequel to the enchanted movie, "Disenchanted".

something I noticed in this movie is that although it was made as a satire on the cliche elements of the wicked stepmother which are usually. they gave a nice spin to it by using it as one of the plot twists. to see the ever-mellifluous melodious cheerful stubbornly optimistic Giselle slowly change into an "evil stepmother" was curious to watch.

let's dive into the essential characteristics of being an evil stepmother as mentioned by Giselle herself:

hair held high : idk seems to be a staple, all villains have pointy faces and even pointier hairdos. somehow the elongation is supposed to convince that they are the evil ones. although we love a good 90s blowout moment , its a bit old to make all the villains so...well long and for some reason always someone who has curly hair. as a curly myself, I don't take easily to that. outside of Merida in the movie brave and Moana, I have rarely seen positive representations of curly hair. we could just attribute it to how hard it is to animate curly hair, but fuck it, you didn't do us justice Disney.

vain: having a deep neckline and shiny pretty dresses made Giselle gasp in despair as she dreaded turning into the evil wicked stepmother. the deep neckline?? honestly, its hot. a person's chest is their own damn business, whether you wanna tape it up or let em free. free the titty, overrun the city. also, when did feeling pretty and having confidence by buying yourself flattering dresses become "vain". so anything a woman does which is contradicts the servient pure innocent overly selfless good to a fault image of any female protagonist is immediately "vain". i mean, you give us corsets but HATE it when we develop a backbone?? like what??? god forbid I actually think I feel beautiful or have confidence, which is clearly a crime in animated film which depict supposed fairy tales. I'm not sure which is the reality and which the dream world. the only way a gurl can go shopping is if three fairy godmothers of fashionista paradise accidently find you wanting a dress and conjure it for you with matching shoes to go.

ambitious: reaching, trying or even thinking about bigger things than just the chores, laundry, helpfully moving stuff around, or sacrificing her life for a man, is clearly a sin lol. like forgive me for thinking I had the multidimensionality in my female protagonist character to actually have different facets of development. it must be horrific to know that I have bigger ideas than finding true love, or that I don't believe in the box you have forced me to contort myself into. wanting to be queen, or empress or any general authority figure has always been the job of some queer coded oddball villain lady. just look at the ensemble - maleficient, ursula, wicked stepmother, witch, ice queen lady in narnia... you see the pattern here??? any woman or femme presenting person or a "tomboyish manly" woman has always been conveniently usurped from their power because they weren't "good" enough. fuck you disney

cruelty: cruelty seems to only be recognized and condemned when coming from any woman in a position of power or authority. however, a man's cruelty is excused as "he loved her but he had his reasons". the wicked stepmother was condemned, sure... but the father?? what about him? the father who blatantly ignored the obvious signs of mistreatment and abuse and chose to pretend it didn't exist, using "oh I had to go far away to make sure I had enough money to bring my daughter a rose, a dress and some food if she's lucky". how dumb do you have to be to do this to your daughter when the stepmother was not even subtle about her obvious disgust and disdain for Cinderella. is cruelty cruel only when a woman isn't the epitome of selflessness anymore?? so its not cruelty when a man does whatever the fuck he wants to suit his "needs" and conveniently brushes it off as "a necessary evil".

side note : what the fuck is it with colors and disney? every single villain I have seen wears the brightest most vibrant colors which show off their beauty, a sign of confidence and beauty. everything which makes them look like a badass bitch is made to create a negative impression in the minds of the audience. oh my godss the greys and the faded blues and the blacks whyyyyyyyyyy numbed tones, subdued hue and shade, Istg they need some glam to feel better damnit!

basically everything which is empowering to a woman irl is not so subtly queer coded and presented to be an "evil" thing.

...and....you ask why I have rage?

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That is a strange thing to want to know about.

I did kickboxing for years and enjoyed it. My PT and I were good friends...he even stayed in my attic for a while. A friend once said he'd heard a rumour the two of us were involved but we weren't and his girlfriend used to come and stay too. It was all great from my point of view, he was tidy and helpful, we were friends, I was fit, the boy was delighted—a relative golden period. Later he got married and went overseas—suggested it might be easier to make ends meet outside London. (I suspect the London gyms are pretty exploitative, btw, in terms of their cover charges.) Eventually I heard he'd been involved in an accident, which seems very sad.

What was odd about it? Not much at all that I recall. There was an awkward incident when I recommended him to an elevated City character and they didn't hit it off at all (to put it mildly). The City Chap took against him and complained to me after meeting him just once. I thought that was...unnecessary. But I didn't think it was surreal or eccentric. Anyway, later I introduced him to staff members and they did hit it off. I'm not sure whether any of them stayed in touch.

J was very big on gurus (Tony Robbins, Brian Tracy, Dale Carnegie...) and encouraged me to write a daily diary setting out goals and gratitude lists and things. The whole exercise as defined by some of the books he recommended was quite prescriptive and they typically specified that one should include very assertive financial goals in the list. We talked about this quite a bit. J's general idea, I think, was that increasing one's ambition in any direction would somehow increase one's drive and self-discipline in the gym—I forget how it was supposed to work but, then again, perhaps it did! I'm a bit of a slob now and, look, no diary!

So, I don't really have an odd vignette but it does remind me of two other things that happened. My commuting friend once quizzed me about whether I kept a diary and I said "no" because I didn't think the lists qualified as such. She gave me a bit of a look and I felt, I dunno, briefly challenged and wondered if somehow she knew about the lists. (This was long before the world got crazy and I started making notes about anything and everything.) 🤷🏻‍♀️It's the tiniest thing, I might have been mistaken and there are stronger examples of odd links between two ostensibly unconnected parts of my life.

The second thing is that I felt set up to try and pretend to an ambition I didn't really have in a thing—let's call it a performance review—at my other place of work. I started to feel this odd anxiety around pressure to express or feel more ambition—particularly financial ambition. But, two instances don't make a trend and I still mostly think it was just an unfortunate coincidence.

Still, one half of the Duo told me around that time I was the most "ambitious" (or was it "competitive"?) person he'd ever met. I was stupefied, literally lost for words. That is figuratively like Paula Radcliffe accusing Katie Price of being the most obsessive athlete she's ever met. No. To his OWN knowledge, the only thing I wanted was the flexibility to work overseas in some capacity. I was the person trying to escape the City, deprecating the idea of being a judge, turning down pay rises to focus attention on staff salaries, refusing offers to take up networking arrangements, turning down the boondoggles, choosing not to apply for GC jobs because things had been a bit "traumatic" and expressing huge reluctance over the benchmark thing. I was the person literally using the words "I'd just like get away from here as soon as possible". He could only possibly have meant it in a constitutive sense: "If I keep saying this, you will become competitive and BE the ambitious person I have in mind." So, I guess it was three instances...

Well, that is unless you count that weird time a bloke invited me out to lunch in 2016ish and offered to help me find a "real salary" of £500k if only I would marry X. The conversation actually went: Him—"What is your dream job?" Me—"Are we including wild, unreal dreams? Him-*nods* Me—"Then probably Head of Legal at the IMF or World Bank—something in Washington, anyway." Him—"Hmm. Well we should see if we can get you a real job, with a salary of £500k or so. Me—*nonplussed* Him—"And, do you know? I think you will [marry X]." Me—"Um, no, actually I really don't think I will." Him—"Oh I think you will." (Or something almost identical to that.) And then, please note: I. Did. Not. Make. Any. Move. To. [Marry. X.] 🤷🏻‍♀️(Also, please note that being able to put your finger on an ambitious fantasy for the purposes of engaging conversation is not the same thing as being competitive or driven.)

Oh, but hang on there was that other time... with the chap who gave us calendars and told me it was my moral obligation to identify my career "passion". Anyway, what I think I said that time—a little bit later—was exactly what I had begun to say very carefully to almost anyone who raised the subject of my career: "In Maslow's hierarchy of needs, self-actualisation sits at the top of the pyramid and it is not possible to ascend the pyramid unless one has first satisfied certain survival and comfort needs. I am, on that basis, in no position to discuss any career ambitions." Or, perhaps, I just fumbled it and argued about Maslow later when recounting the incident.

And then there were the two senior women who made separate appointments just to tell me that "women should be paid what they're worth, don't you think?" Anyway, I'm gonna stop here because, as it turns out, there were hundreds of those kinds of conversations and I'd forgotten about most them.

That's a sidetrack and a half! By 2017 I had a different PT, also very nice and... also not odd, that I recall.

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@aflockoffeathers said: Richard - [⛷️] our muses go skiing at a resort

| SEND AN EMOJI FOR A STARTER ! ↳ winter season & holiday based

It was a skill in of itself that Bailey seemed able to get Richard to stop working for fifteen minutes to full lunch breaks. A bit of a miracle that they could convince them into nit working for a day or taking a day off even. But to manage to get Richard to leave his precious Café for a vacation in a whole other state? Really only Bailey could somehow muster such a feat. The rooster knew how to get his way when it came to Richard. Richard could say no but that was never the end of the topic. Bailey had what seemed like a million tricks tucked away under all those feathers of theirs. Sometimes Richard was grateful that his husband was such a laid back bird, because who knows what they could achieve if they were far more ambitious. Instead? their ambitious tend to lean more on 'Richy stop working and be with me.' Turns out the cure for a workaholic are a pair of gorgeous eyes fluttering their way up at you. And lots of whining.

Though Richard had to admit the fresh look of snow on top the mountain tops, stretching out for what felt like miles. Of just fresh untouched powered. The sun was so brightly refeclted off of the flakes lining the ground. Needing goggles to help lessen the glare The resorts had only just opened for the season and they were one of the first set of guest at Winter Park. Richards gaze was more focused on the lift that he was waiting by. For sometime now, even on vacation Bailey found ways to still leisure more than they already did on a daily basis. turning to find his husband finally joining him. Richard expression knitted up in his brow as he slightly hung his beak at them, lifting up the goggles to rest on his forehead. A rare time he worse contacts over his glasses. Hoping that it just made his gaze that more pricing. As his arms firmly crossed over his own blue ski jacket.

"Pollito" He said the nickname evenly "It's past ten" He doesn't waste a second pointing out that Bailey was late. Not that Bailey seemed bother. But of course Richard was very bothered. Richard peered down to his watch next "We are meant to be at the lodge at noon, why were should been up and moving sooner." He goes to express, already he could feel the day just being near about over.

Well maybe only to Richard ten in the morning felt like half the day being gone and wasted. It was still pretty early in the day despite his own thought process here. Even on vacation Richard liked to keep to a sort of schedule or he just didn't know what to do with himself. Of course he dose note how Bailey doesn't seem too worried about these facts. But Bailey was the opposite in fact. Which had the eagle audibly huff suddenly as he turned to look away from Bailey looking over to the line for the ski lift they should make their way over to now he guesses. Once again running through a mental timer in his mind. Mentally trying to adjust the days plan he set up wondering how they could make it still work slowly getting lost in his own thoughts when he feels Bailey hold on to his arm.

"Yes yes I know I know" He relents finally, reaching up to rub at the space between his eyes. "I don't know how to relax though." He admits to the one person in the world who knows that better then anyone since they put up with it the most. Richard feeling the tiny bit of guilt over. because well that can't be all that fun for someone like Bailey to have to deal with. He does look over to his husband though and offers a faint smile, it's hard on him to not stress on the mental clock in his head. "I think you be proud of me though, I didn't even check the sale from last night." He did check on other things but that didn't need to be mentioned right? From the look on Bailey's face now? "Okay it was the only thing I didn't check on." Richard folds to explain. Your really can not take him anywhere with out work slipping into his mind. Sales, and other metics were just always on the forefront at times.

But Bailey is always his favorite distraction. "How do somehow look twice as fluffy than normal?" he remarks assumed on Baileys choice in winter wear for himself. "You look like that one cake treat, a sno ball" he recalls its not really a tease at all but maybe there is a hint of playful teasing happening here. Leaning down a bit as he moves in closer to his husband, slightly feeling over the jacket as he hums to himself "Hmm is it very warm though? It's cute and very you of course but I wonder if it severing the function of keeping you warm?" Feeling over the materiel between his fingers as he hums a little and shakes his head "Nope clearly to thin." Moving his arms around Bailey's shoulders to pull them in against his side as they made their way up to the lift. "I will just need to keep you nice and close, you know for warmth. It be awful if my poor dear and forgiving husband" and now the reason for the sudden charm was out "Got sick on our lovely family vacation he worked so hard to convince me to take time off for." And hopefully forget about the fact Richard still didn't fully leave work behind.

Now the tables had turned with Bailey the one able to set looks and minor annoyance towards Richard. Even as the lift chair came up for them next and took them slowly, very slowly up to the top of the run they had picked out earlier to try out. This was going to be a long ride, "In my defense" and the start of his shovel hitting the dirt for his grave. "if you had stuck to the itinerary and time table I spent the past two weeks setting up for our trip I wouldn't of had those spare minutes to grow curious and look."

Richard explains as this excused it at all, but habits are hard to break especially for one who admitted he doesn't really know how to just relax. Something Bailey wasn't just know learning in all fairness either. As they were lifting up higher and higher into the air Richard feeling he had a sound argument for what happened of course he dose known its not going to get him out of it. Bailey could slept the whole day aware and he still be getting the same reaction he knows that for sure. If there was anything Bailey ever seemed to get after Richard for it was the working too much habits he had. Which was a big part of why he loved this cute fluffy and slightly huffy rooster so much. "Look you can be huffy that I worked slightly" Toning it down as if it help his case, "and I can be huffy that ruined two weeks of planing on the first day" as if Bailey had committed the worse crime between the two of them.

"Or" Richard goes to suggest clearly a little deal between them as he scoots in closer to his husband. Arm moving to hold around their waist "We kiss and make up now" As if to make his point stick out more he leans down and lets his beak slightly nuzzle against their cheek. "and keep my poor Pollito from becoming an actual snowball over the cute little marshmallow kind that are sweet and fluffy as can be?" Richard offers, pretty postie Bailey will agree because what could be more enjoyable then being nice and cuddly with his husband? and just in case Bailey bratty side was acting up Richard sighs "When we get back to the room later i'll let you change the password on my computer again alright?"

#muse| richard evans-alder #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ mocha i wanna feel like this forever - aflockoffeathers]#meme answers #ic reply #winder season & hoilday meme #stay queued #((yes they are in colorado just cause im aware of ski restores here and didn't feel like looking up any XD but I mean peps go there for ski #season so i think im good and winter park is good for families as youll see in other ones uwu))#((bailey feel free to wack him with a newspaper for working on a family vacation..again XD))

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Apologies if this is a repeat but I didn't trust tumblr not having eaten this ask before so: there's this image that's been living rent-free in my head and considering your 'DG quits the pigs cinematic universe' I think you'll find it just as funny. First some context. I don't know if you are aware but a while ago there was this girl who did a ticktock or smth about her not thinking djs had a ral job and then a dj did a remix of that that became a total hit while displayed the ticktock used to the crowd enjoying the remix. Soon after finding out that ilarious bit of pettiness I saw this tumblr fanart of Jay in full RH going into one of his rant at Bats abt how he only kills those who deserve it, only for Bats to cut in with "what are you a cop?" and Jay to look appropiately horrified as a result. And somehow those two things mixed in my brain until I realized he could have horrified more people as Brucie. Let me elaborate:

So Brucie is at a Gala and somehow Bullock and still-a-cop Dick are there too but the Gala does as Galas in Gotham do and get crashed by the ambitious bad guy of the hour so RH has to go fetch. During clean-up Jay makes the mistake of trying o engage Brucie in a talk about the morality of murder when Bullock and still-a-cop Dick are in hearing distance so -in full Brucie mode- he just says "what are you a cop?" literally all three other men are mortally offended and horrified. Bullock launches into a thin-blue-line speech that has both of Bruce's kids feeling VERY uncomfortable. At one point he realizes he's being recorded by Wayne, but when he asks about it Bruce just says "negative reiforcement" and encourages him to keep going. And yes that does end up in Bruce playing that recording whenever he's too tired to have That Talk with Jay again but unfortuantely for both his kids Brucie is sucha meme for all of Gotham that it could never have ended there.

As it turns out rich people's galas are filled with rich people's ridiculously expensive camera phones and rich people have friends in the artistic scene who know gold when they've struck it. Soon, "what are you a cop?" becomes a N1 hit; containing bastardized samples of Bullock's impassioned speach, Brucie's butal yet seemingly unintentional BURN, and a RH and Officer Grayson who seem to be wishing to be yeeted from their mortal coils. A ridiculously large number of people are now using it as their ringtones for either Jay or Dick and Bruce is just marveling that something so beautiful could have happenned in his life without him having moved a finger to achieve it.

Have a great day! 8D

hey anon! tumblr's been hardcore swallowing messages, it seems like, so thanks for repeating yourself :')

i'm not aware of the tiktok of the girl dissing a dj and then getting remixed to hell and back, but i am very much team #ACAB and i think it's very very funny to have bruce use that as a club when jason acts a little uppity!! it's also much much funnier for the killing blow to happen while bruce is in brucie mode, and dick and bullock catching strays just makes it a 11/10 scenario, no notes, oh my god.

the clip going viral and 'what are u a cop' being used as an insult (gotham man has his card swallowed by an atm machine and snarls what is UP with this cop behaviour) is the reality we deserve.... i didn't think much about the catalyst for dick of dick grayson quits being a cop cinematic universe fame, but your scenario is JUST that right mix of traumatising and so so so funny that i See it.

like jason i reckon not all murder is bad, but also i love the concept of bruce's greatest most positive impact on his kids is becoming an insidious voice inside their head (and on their phones) asking 'is this reasonably or are you being a cop about this?' i will henceforth ponder more scenarios where brucie metaphorically massacres ppl with his mouth.... gosh anon i've really been underestimating how much power my guy holds....

#whale replies #apologies that nevertheless this response is a little slow #i am as always Going Thru It #i do want to write more of brucie being Crazy tho for sure

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A Detailed List of Club Ideas {The Sims 4}

Is your Sims 4 gameplay getting a little stale? For me, yes.

I was watching a few different Sims-related YouTube channels and I noticed a trend of making your own save file (aka.re-doing every lot and household with your own creations). Since I'm somewhat of a masochist, I decided to do this myself. As of right now I have about 37 lots finished out of a possible 211 (not including vacation worlds and worlds from packs I don't own). It's been a bit of a pain, but I do love the challenge!

With this save file, I'm also doing a complete overhaul of existing clubs from the Get Together pack. To do this, I made a list of all the possible club ideas I could think of and wanted to share them!

*QUICK NOTE: Many of these clubs could potentially be combined, but if I were to list out every combination it would take forever, haha.*

AGE-RELATED

CLIQUES: For teens. Make a few different clubs like the "Jocks", the "Rebels", the "Popular Kids", the "Band Kids", etc. Have certain ones rival others to add a little spice and drama! You could even have rival club members fall for each other. If you're feeling ambitious, build a High School and give them each their own club room to hangout in. Lots of possibilities!

EMPTY NESTERS: For adults whose children have moved out. This one was actually inspired by one of the small groups at my church! It's great for Sims who are too old to hang out with "youngsters" but too young to be "elderly". A rooftop bar with live music or meeting at a club member's house would be a great hangout.

OLD TIMERS: For elders. A nice way to incorporate elders into your gameplay! Have them perform activities like cross-stitching, knitting, baking, play cards, etc. I recommend building a community center for their hangout!

SCOUTS: For children and teens. You can do Boy/Girl Scouts or create a co-ed group and have them do some basic outdoor activities. If you want to take it a step further, have the Sims take up the Scouts as their after-school activity and let their actions in the club count toward their badges! I recommend their hangout be the local park.

STUDY GROUP: For children, teens, and college students. A great way for the younger generations to socialize while also learning some skills and doing homework! Ideal hangout spaces would be a library or any club member's house.

BUSINESS

This one is a bit different. Since I'm not the biggest fan of the retail and restaurant mechanics, I decided that if I wanted my own company or small business, I'd make it into a club. Here is an example...

I wanted a Sim to be the owner of a small game development company, but I didn't want him to be in the Tech or Freelancer Programmer career. Instead, I registered the Sim with the Ministry of Labor as "Owner of [insert company name]" (or just "Game Developer") and created a club where programming was the main activity and him and his team would work on making video games and mobile apps.

You can even do this for your retail stores! Have the club members come over to help you make merchandise... just please remember to "pay" your staff somehow :)

Also, do remember that if it can't be physically created (like a painting or woodwork) then you may not get the chance to sell it yourself. However, I believe having club members as "staff" makes the experience feel a little more immersive!

Some possible ideas:

Florist (selling flowers or flower arrangements)

Game Development (making games and mobile apps)

Music Production Studio (songwriting and media production)

Publishing Company (writing and publishing books)

CLASSES

Make the most out of your clubs by turning them into classes! You can have it be for teens and children only, or you can have adult versions too! You could do it with any skill in the game, but here are a examples:

Acting

Cooking

Dancing

Painting

Piano/Guitar/Singing/Violin Lessons

Programming

Writing

And more!

If you love building, a great location for these types of clubs would be a small community college and have a different classroom for each skill!

HOBBY CLUBS

BOWLING CLUB: If you have Bowling Night, make your own bowling team! Even better, since you can choose a club's outfit you can give them their own team uniform.

DIVE CLUB: Perfect for all your Sims who love warm weather and swimming!

E-SPORTS TEAM: If you would like your Sim to be a professional gamer on the side (and not as a career), create a club with your own E-Sports team! If you want to take this idea to the max, I recommend the Get Famous pack for the fame aspect.

EXCAVATION TEAM: If you were like me and grew up watching Indiana Jones and/or The Mummy movies (Brendan Frasier > Tom Cruise) then the idea of going on an archeological dig is fascinating. Now you can have your own "team" and set off to Selvadorada to find treasure! Excavate, do research, and read are a few activities you can add to the club. Jungle Adventure required.

FASHION CLUB: No skills really for this, just a passion for fashion! You could also restrict this to Sims in the Style Influencer career too to make it a bit more exclusive.

FILM CLUB: For Sims who love film! Movie Hangout is highly recommended as it provides movies for your Sim to watch and a popcorn machine! In my game, their hangout spot is the local movie theater.

FOOD CLUB: For Cooking, Gourmet Cooking, and/or Baking (and Mixology if you want). Since Sims hate it when you cook in their kitchen, I recommend having them go to community lot to meet. Currently I'm working on a culinary school for my save file!

GARDENING CLUB: For Sims to practice Gardening and Herbalism. Outdoor Retreat is recommended for Herbalism skill but not necessary. I do recommend either using one of the existing parks or creating your own community garden for this club.

KARAOKE CLUB: For Sims who love to sing! City Living is required for this to work, but if you have a Sim who is aspiring to be a famous singer, this is a great way to get started!

PUBLIC SPEAKING: For Charisma (and Research & Debate if you have Discover University). There are many public speaking groups outside of a school setting, so it doesn't have to be limited to just students! I recommend a library setting for this type of hangout, but it could easily be in a Sim's home.

WELLNESS CLUB: For Sims who are seeking inner peace and a healthier lifestyle, this club is perfect. Spa activities, yoga, and meditation are some of the activities you can do! Spa Day required.

WINTER ACTIVITY CLUB: For Sims who love Ice Skating, Skiing, Snowboarding, and other winter activities. Snowy Escape and Seasons are recommended for this type of club. Their main hangout is the onsen in Mt. Komorebi as it provides quick access to the slopes!

MISCELLANEOUS CLUBS

ACTIVIST GROUP: These Sims want to make a difference in the world! They can perform conservation activities, give speeches, and debate. Island Living and/or City Living are required for this club. Discover University is recommended, but not necessarily required.

BAND: It's not gonna sound pretty when they're all playing at the same time, but you can have a few members who play a different instruments to have your own band! The Sim version of my brother (who IRL is a great musician) is the leader of the band Fleetwoob Smac. City Living recommended for Singing skill.

BASKETBALL TEAM: If you have City Living, you can create your own basketball team! Sure, they can't play actual matches, but it's a great way to level up the Fitness skill while socializing. For an easy hangout, I recommend a small outdoor basketball court that'd you'd find at your local park. If you want to be ambitious, build a Rec Center or a Stadium/Arena! I built an arena and, while it is by no means a masterpiece, it adds a bit of realism.

BOOK CLUB: Have a group of Bookworms meet up at the local library to discuss their favorite books! You could also add "Drink coffee" and "Write" to your club's activities to add a little more depth.

INFLUENCER CLUB: With Simstagram being the dominate social media site, there will - of course - the Sims who make a living from it! Have the club members seek to build their following through posting pictures on Simstagram and recording videos. I strongly recommend Get Famous as well as Moschino Stuff and/or Get to Work for backdrops and such.

POP GROUP: Have a group of aspiring pop stars to come together to create their own music act! The perfect pack combo for this is Get Famous and City Living. Sample activities are singing, dancing, playing instruments, and media production.

SPELLCASTERS: Honestly? A great way to level up your Spellcaster Sim. Activities like "Use Cauldron" and "Cast Spells" will contribute to your progress, and cross a few tasks off of spellcaster-related aspirations. Realm of Magic required.

VAMPIRE CULT: Like the Spellcaster club, a club full of Vampires is a great way to level up the ranks. What makes this really fun is you can choose your club's reputation beforehand: you can make the Vampires feared and disliked with the "Infamous Club" perk, or make them adored with the "Popular Club" perk. Vampires required.

WINE MOMS: Every town has a group of wine moms. If you want to add a bit of realism to your gameplay get Clara Bjergsen, Eliza Pancakes, and Nancy Landgraab together once a week to complain about their life and mix drinks!

DAD GROUP: I have yet to come up with a catchy name for this club but essentially, it's the opposite of the Wine Moms group. Recommended activities are grilling, fishing, playing horseshoes, and watching TV!

FINAL IDEA: BE SILLY

I'm not kidding, be as ridiculous as you want! You want a club where the requirement is a Five Star Celebrity status and their only activity is "All things grilled cheese"? Do it! Unless you're streaming your gameplay, nobody's gonna see it so you might as well have a little fun!

CLUB NAMES

Naming things can be difficult. Luckily, I don't have too much of an issue because I love puns and memes, and most of my club names are based off of puns and memes. Here are just a few:

Alley Cats: My bowling club.

Mic Droppers: My karaoke club.

On Pointe: My dance club.

Puns & Roses: My club of comedians.

Sharpshooters: My photography club.

Tech, Mate: My programming/gaming club.

The Mages Guild: My Spellcaster club that is based off The Elder Scrolls. The description is this: "Have you heard? The Mages Guild is recruiting again!"

Weed Whackers: My gardening/herbalism club.

BONUS

I named my dive club the Sea Crits because of this LotR meme:

If you liked this list, please let me know! I'm thinking about doing a couple other posts of "idea lists" including:

Celebrity ideas

Challenge ideas

Community Lot ideas

Household ideas

Storyline ideas

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 get together #the sims 4 clubs #get together club ideas #club ideas #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 bowling night #sims 4 city living #sims 4 get famous #sims 4 get to work #sims 4 movie hangout #sims 4 vampires #sims 4 realm of magic #sims 4 jungle adventure #the sims community

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(some) Riordanverse characters (bc I never read TKC) and which Hogwarts House I think they would be in

Warning: this is a long one

Nico: the dude is definitely Gryffindor without a doubt. Like Sorting isn't about some traits and some characteristics, it's about core personality. He may have gone through some of the roughest stuff when he was 10-12, and he was resentful and bitter, but he was brave and bold af throughout everything he did. From learning about his powers, to using them relentlessly despite knowing how exhausted he is afterwards, to his willingness to do whatever is necessary to do what has to be done, because it has to be done. You can't change my mind that he's Gryffindor lol.

Grover: Do I even need to explain why he's Gryffindor? He's a satyr, and even if we're shown strong satyrs, they're not really supposed to be brave fighters. Yet he is one of the strongest, bravest nature spirits we've ever encountered in the Riordanverse, and one of the bravest in general. Like he's so passionate about doing what is good, he's a hero, and the only thing he doesn't match with common Gryffindors is that he's humble and as far from arrogant as could be possible, but it doesn't take his courage away.

Hazel: She's Gryffindor, and core personality-wise, she and Nico are very much alike. They don't ever think about themselves, like Hazel really always does what has to be done, no matter the cost, I mean she literally died preventing Gaea to rise the first time, and she freed Thanatos while believing he would take her back to the Underworld. She's brave af, and she has one of the most strong willpower we've seen in the Riordanverse. She's a passionate hero, and she's the closest thing to a real knight in shining armor.

Lester: I'm gonna place him in Gryffindor because I don't think he fits in in the other houses lmao. That said, as Apollo he's very shitty, but as Lester, he's one of the most courageous people. He's grown so much, he's so willing to actually do stuff now, and sacrifice everything to do what's right, including his life, even if he doesn't know he's gonna survive. Hell, he really went most of TTT with an incredibly painful wound that nearly turned him undead, and he cared more for the future of Camp Jupiter than his own life. Additionally, he's a bit arrogant and cocky, but he truly means well, I love Lester so much.

Clarisse: Look look, all I have to say is that no one could have pulled off less than half the stuff Clarisse has done, she's so Gryffindor it hurts. She's reckless and impulsive, but she's driven by her passion to do good, even if she's the daughter of war, and was bullied by her own father. She's daring, she's bold and she is the hero. She's also arrogant and thinks she can solve everything by herself, something characteristic more of the canon Gryffindors in the books, rather than what the fans have shaped. In fact, she's very much like Gryffindors in the books, who are actually very rude to other houses and think they're the best. Still, at heart, she's in this house.

Alex: I'm in a huge dilemma about where to put them, but I reckon they'd fit pretty fine in Gryffindor. Not only are they daring and courageous, they're proud of who they are, but not in a too full of themselves kind of way, rather in a 'I am who I am, and if you can't accept me, fuck off' kind of way. They can get carried away rather easily though, and very arrogant, thinking they don't need anyone else, when they do in fact need some company. They are one of the kindest and at the same time most ambitious characters we've met, but they are brave beyond understanding in a very personal way, thus, Gryffindor.

Percy: I think it's fair to say he'd be Hufflepuff, because loyalty is literally his fucking fatal flaw, and he is the kindest sweetheart to all those who deserve it, he goes out of his way to help those who need help, whether that be mortals, halfbloods, gods, magical creatures or even his own enemies. He's too good for this world, and even if he's grown a bit bitter, he always looks to fight justly for what is right, and never loses faith in others. That, and the fact that he turned down immortality so that the olympians were more inclusive of minor gods, and their children were treated better. He's just a lovely soul, he's like 80% Hufflepuff so that's enough for me. All that and he's stubborn as hell.

Jason: Hufflepuff. Just, undoubtedly Hufflepuff. Like he seems to be this cold and self centered hero with a superiority complex (bc of all the son of Jupiter stuff) but he's the softest guy there is. Not only is he hardworking, open minded and kind, he appreciates justice but he doesn't seek for revenge or anything, he makes sure people are treated fairly and wants everyone to be accepted. Proof of that is how he continued Percy's job of including more gods, and made sure Nico felt comfortable with who he was. He truly has a heart of gold. (He deserved better btw)

Meg: God I can't decide between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, but I think I'll go with the former. She's so strong, my baby, she's faced so much wrong, but she's still so kind and understanding of others, especially those who deserve kindness. She puts up such a hard facade, but she's so patient and warm and inclusive. She's brave and strong (as strong as the big three kids, if not stronger), but she's also so loyal to her beliefs despite how she was forced someone else's beliefs for years, so I'll keep her in Hufflepuff. Also, she's stubborn af, and she can be lazy, so that settles it.

Will: I KNOW some people will say Will could be in other houses that are not Hufflepuff, BUT I won't have it any other way. Will is literally the warmest person ever. He is kind and sympathetic and enthusiastic and patient and inclusive. Like Helga Hufflepuff would take one look at him and lose her shit screaming "mine". He's the guy who saw the son of Hades so many people were scared of and immediately grabbed his hand and transfered him some warmth and didn't let him go ahead and get himself killed. He's also the one who everyone loves and likes, so much that Clarisse gets along with him and he can calm her down. He's the ideal Hufflepuff, you can't change my mind.

Magnus: I mean, what else can you expect from the son of the god of summer? He's literally a guy who heals others with warmth. He's also the guy who spent years on the street with the most difficult situations, and accepts every single person the way they are. He's inclusive af, and tolerant of everything. He's the guy who's closest include a deaf elf, a Muslim valkyrie, and a black dwarf, and he's dating a genderfluid person. Yes he's brave, and he's kinda smart, and he's ambitious, BUT none of those qualities overpower his Hufflepuff nature.

Piper: Kinda debated whether Gryffindor or Ravenclaw fits more, but in the end I went with Ravenclaw. Even though she isn't a fighter, she's very very brave, yet her bravery isn't compared to her wits. Like others in the PJOverse, she wins her fights by outsmarting her opponents, but unlike others that's one of her strongest traits. She's witty and creative and a little on the negative side, she really struggled to work in a group rather than by herself. On another note, she's able to keep calm in crazy situations and come up with the craziest most unthinkable solutions (I'm talking borderline ridiculous) that always somehow work. She's not booksmart, but she knows so much about everything, and she's lifesmart you know?

Reyna: Why are some of these so hard? Deeply debating whether she'd be Ravenclaw or Slytherin. In the end I'd go more for Ravenclaw though. Reyna's smart as hell, she's strong and sharp, and she always sees the best way out of a situation. She's witty and observant, being able to keep her cool in battle and lead others in the best direction. She's always looking to grow, and she prefers to do things on her own, but she's a great leader. She has some Slytherin qualities, and she's not learning as learning oriented as others, but she's definitely Ravenclaw.

Sam: Let's face it, Sam has the only active neurons in all of MCGA, she's definitely Ravenclaw. I'm gonna be honest though, I've only read MCGA once, so I can't remember much of their personalities, but Sam is witty and clever, pretty much the only one who can come up with competent plans, while the others rely mostly on luck and whatever plan they can cook up in 5 seconds. She's loyal and true to who she is, and she's extremely courageous and proud of who she is, but her sharpness is what she stands out for me, which is why I put her in Ravenclaw.

Annabeth: I know the obvious option is Ravenclaw, but I genuinely think she's also Slytherin. Yes she is booksmart and wise like Ravenclaw, but her personality matches Slytherins' ambitious, cunning and resourceful nature. She's smart as fuck, but she's calculative, she always finds a way to end up winning, and while she does so by outsmarting her opponents, she wouldn't need to outsmart them if she weren't so competitive. I feel like there's this 40/60 odds on Slytherin rather than Ravenclaw, but it's that small difference that counts. Plus her leadership skills are so powerful that people don't ask, they just know she's the boss.

(Also just picture the sweet and loyal Hufflepuff boy with the strong and cunning Slytherin girl, like it should be as opposite as it is with Poseidon and Athena, but they're so cute)

Leo: Idk what you can expect that's not Slytherin. This boy is the embodiment of ambition and determination. Reminder that not all Slytherins are bad btw (I'm slytherin myself), but like he's life smart and cunning, and he can analyze situations faster than anyone else. He's charismatic and talented, and there's no one to stop him from triumphing. I don't have much to say, I just know he'd be in Slytherin.

Rachel: She's kinda a difficult one, and I struggle between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and tbh I'm still not sure. But I think I'd place her in Slytherin, because even if she's brave af (especially since she was a mortal fighting in a war out of her power), her main trait is her determination. When she's set on something, she gets it done. You can't tell her she can't do something, because she will find a way to do it. She's kind, and she's only a mortal, but she still has incredible power unlike any other. I don't think I can really name it, but I think she'd be put on Slytherin with much difficulty from the Sorting Hat.

Luke: Where else could Luke possibly go? On the meaner side Slytherins have created themselves, Luke would be part of those misled by who preceded them, by those who want to take advantage of their mistreatment (bc let's face it, Slytherins are mistreated by both students and Hogwarts staff), and turn them cold and bitter. Luke is ambitious and manipulative, being manipulated himself, and it comes easily because of his natural charisma and talent. He's very freaking determined and cunning too. He'd fit right into Slytherin, but he'd be viewed as one of the rotten lot.

Thalia: I don't have much to say about this, but Thalia is the girl whose fatal flaw is their desire for power (or smth along those lines), just like most Slytherins. She's ambitious, she's smart, she's truly talented, she stands out between the rest, and she knows it, and she actually kinda likes it.

(Also I put Annabeth, Thalia and Luke in the same house because they're all kinda similar, even if their beliefs and postures are different.

Frank: Ngl I'm having more difficulty with Frank than anyone else. I'm kinda torn between Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. I literally can't choose. He'd fit perfectly in any of them lmao, I just can't decide where he'd go. You decide this one yourself.

Please keep in mind, this is my personal opinion and my take on the characters, and not all of you will agree, and that's fine! You can let me know what you think (kindly please, don't come at me), and if you want to, send me an ask on a character you want me to do the same as these (as long as it's not TKC, I'M SORRY I haven't read those) go ahead, don't be shy!

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unusualvisionsblog · 5 years

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Sky full of star: Chapter 1

My first original series/ book! Ah I'm super nervous and excited. Its pretty cringy I guess but I hope y'all don't hate it yeet.

Summary : Kathleen Hunter, 23 and a redhead is a daring and an ambitious flight attendant who wants to travel the world. But when her jobs brings her to a new love and brings back an old flame, what will Kathleen do?

Warnings : none actually, cringe probably, swearing later.

There might be a few spelling mistake since I posted this at like 1am yeet

Word count : 1615 or something

So here we go oof

CHAPTER 1

Never had she hated her life more. Her alarm didn't ring and she had already stubbed her toe on that darn bedside table. Ouch. She really couldn't afford to be late today.Sighing deeply, she checked the time. Today was really important for her, because if this flight went well, her career would really take a jump. Being a flight attendant was definitely not an easy job. She had to deal with rude passengers and crying babies. She looked at herself in the mirror, biting her lips in criticism. Her strawberry blonde hair were a mess but there wasn't enough time to do a decent hair style.

Kathleen would never believe anyone whenever they complimented her on her looks, because having been called plain and boring by her mother for 23 years, it was hard to believe anything else really.

But when someone else would see her for the first time, they would notice how the loose tendrils of her silky hair would cover her face and how her alluring blue eyes would peek out and how they would shine brilliantly when her pink lips uplifted to form a sweet smile.

Putting her hair in a quick messy bun, she got dressed and grabbed a coffee before leaving. She quickly reached the bus stop and waited, tapping her feet constantly and after every two sips, checking the time. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice a group of suave business men and women heading towards her when suddenly "BAM!". A young man talking to his colleague bumped into the frowning woman. At this sudden motion, Kathleen stepped back, dropping the hot coffee on her uniform. Now this really was the cherry on top of an already bad day. She crossed her arms, glaring right into the brown eyes of the fair young man, "Excuse me, are you actually freaking blind? You've completely ruined my day AND my coffee!"

Taken aback, "I apologise for the coffee but this is just as much your fault as it is mine" the man huffed, his brows creased. This only infuriated Kathleen more and she was more than ready to retort back,"Hah! You- " when the woman next to the man interjected,"David we really don't have time to argue with random people on the street, you're getting late!" and with that they all moved forward with David looking over his shoulder and scowling at the woman one last time, muttering, "God what a horrible start to the day."

Having finally reached the airport, Kathleen quickly changed into her second set of uniform and did her make up before getting on board the flight.

As tiring and exhausting this job was, Kathleen really did love being a flight attendant as it was the only way she got to travel the world. She'd been to France, Germany, Italy, India.. the list goes on and on.

She had met people who had impacted her life throughout her journey and she was excited for her next one and if this went well, there was going to be a sweet sweet salary bump for her.

Having helped all the passengers in the economy section feel comfortable, she moved to the business class where she finally got a chance to talk to her best friend, Tracy Sawyer. Tracy smiled brightly at her as she walked towards her, "Omg, are you excited?! This is your first flight with you in charge!! You are so going to kill it!"

"Wow you have way more confidence in me then I have for myself." She chuckled in reply.

"Okay first shut up, you're definitely getting that raise and second you have got to see that hottie in first class, single and wohoo he is a snack!"

Raising her eyebrow, "Don't you have like a boyfriend Tracy?" She questioned.

"God you are so dense, Kathy he isn't even my type, I was talking about you! You've been single for like 8 years!"

"3 not 8!"

Tracy rolled her eyes in reply, "Whatever you're serving first class today! See you around love! First seat on the right" She said winking at Kathy and moving to the next section.

She would be lying if she said she wasn't even a least bit interested in checking out this so called handsome single man. She took a deep breath and walked right into the first class section and with a bright smile turned towards the right side, " Good morning and thank you for choosing Blue sky airlines, how can I help you today?" She lifted her eyes and that's when her smile faltered. They were the same brown eyes that had glared right back at her in the morning.

"You- it was you at the bus stop wasn't it? Screaming at me?"squinting at her with his lips pressed

" I-i act-" she stuttered.

" Do you know that I am the CEO of Timetrend?"

Wide eyed, her breathing became rapid but she could not speak.

"This is an interesting turn of events" with a smirk on his face.

At this point Kathleen composed herself, "Sir allow me to apologise to you profusely, I truly am very sorry." But let's be honest, they both knew she wasn't.

"Well I guess you can make it up to me by getting a glass of champagne or is that too much for you?"

Biting her lips to prevent her from making the situation worse, She replied, "right away sir."

She cursed Tracy severely in her head. And to make matters even more abominable, there was only one first class passenger. And he was a pain in the ass.

He couldn't believe his bad luck, imagine having the same clumsy woman as your flight attendant. At least here he had an advantage, he could order her around completely although he wasn't actually that cruel. He was having a hard time trying to control his laughter looking at the flustered girl who was so composed before.

As much as he tried to distract himself, he was extremely bored, he had finished all of his work so that he could spend time with his girlfriend on the flight. Well Ex girlfriend now since she broke up with him yesterday. He was upset sure but not heartbroken. He didn't really love her and she probably didn't either although she tried to but the effort was only one sided. He didn't have time for relationships. He was a busy man after all.

He tried to sleep but he just couldn't. He heard the sound of her heels and guessed that she was making the rounds again. He sat up straight and decided to order another glass of champagne, this was a long flight after all.

" Do you need anything sir? " She questioned, still afraid to meet his eyes.

"Yes, I'm bored."

At this her eyes shot up, with eyebrows raised but she quickly hid it with her normal smile

" Well we have a wide range of movies, if you'd like. We also have mag-"

"No."

"I'm sorry?"

"I mean no, I want to have a conversation. Tell me something about yourself."

" Are you drunk sir?"

" No of course not! Who gets drunk after two glasses of champagne?"

" Well okay, what would you like to know?"

"For starters, tell me your name."

And somehow, to both of their surprise, they were able to keep an interesting flow of conversation going without any awkward silences or anything of the sort and soon they were laughing like old friends. Well actually Kathleen was laughing, the closest David came to laughing was giving her a genuine smile. Soon Kathleen returned to the other attendants for the rounds, returning soon enough to first class, with smirking glances from Tracy.

"Kathleen, might I ask you why did you choose to become an air hostess? You don't have to answer." He added cautiously

"One call me Kathy, I actually do not like Kathleen at all.

He chuckled slightly taking a sip of his drink

"Two it's not really complicated. I mean I didn't always want to be an attendant. I wanted to be a pilot. But you know financial issues."

"Oh. Yeah I get that"

There was a comfortable silence between the two before Kathy had to leave again.

"We'll be landing soon, so I'll take your leave." She smiled at him warmly. There was something so innocent about her smile that he couldn't help but smile back.

She got up to get back to her seat with Tracy when a sudden turbulence caused her to stumble forward but before she could hit the floor,a pair of strong hands grabbed her waist and prevented any accident that would end up with her having a huge boil on her head. She felt her heart pound as she looked into his brown eyes slightly converted by his brown hair for what seemed like 10 minutes but was actually 5 seconds? She was being ridiculous! She shook her head and smiled at him,thanking him and went on her way avoiding eye contact.

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He really couldn't help but smile at her and he was pretty astonished about himself. They were getting ready to descend, when there was a slight tremor and he realized that it had completely shooken Kathy and she would probably fall down but before that he grabbed her firmly by the waist and immediately stood up. He didn't know what happened but something in her blue eyes pulled him towards her. He saw a strand of her glossy red hair on her soft pink cheeks, he was having a hard time fighting the urge to tuck it behind her ear. He didn't even register the fact that he was staring at her before she blushed and pulled away. For the first time in his life, he felt flustered at the sight of her. He probably was just tired. Hopefully.

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FIVE TIMES DASHCON DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY (AND ONE TIME HE DID)

So, due to the Fight Back Fic Auction @fightbackfic and a generous donation to the Trussell Trust (feed the hungry), this happened. It’s Dashcon/Fyre Festival slash. You’re welcome.

You can read it on AO3 if you’d rather.

Persons of a nervous disposition may be reassured that there are no ball pits in the following narrative.

It was three pm on an overheated Tuesday, and Dash just wanted a frappucino. He'd barely made it out of bed this morning, had spent an hour dicking about on his phone without reaching the end of Tumblr or sitting up, and he just wanted a coffee milkshake with a lot of ice and syrup in it, but the barista at the fancy coffee shop was looking at him like he'd asked for a bowl of slugs.

“We don't sell those,” she said, the implied sweetie, this should be obvious ringing clear. “If you're looking for something cold, I can recommend the affogato.”

Dash was already kicking himself. He shouldn't have come in here. He should have known from the atmosphere that it wasn't for him – from the artfully worn wooden tables and the way the menu said 4.5 where any normal place would have put $4.50. “What – what is that?”

“It's vanilla ice cream topped with a shot of espresso.” The barista was still smiling at him, like a particularly unimpressed dragon might smile. He didn't like espresso.

“Um, I'll have, uh, could I just get a latte, please? With two shots of caramel syrup?”

Her smile didn't waver. “I'm afraid we don't stock syrup.”

“Oh. Then just the latte?”

“Coming right up.”

Dash fumbled in his back pocket for the right change. The right change made things go faster and then he could sit down and wait for his face to stop burning. He had a five crumpled up from sitting on it and he tried to smooth it out unobtrusively before the barista came back and he had to hand her a creased bill and coins warm from his body heat. The latte cost twice as much as he expected. He really should have just gone to Starbucks.

He sat down with his coffee. He stood up again. No syrup, okay, but he couldn't drink it plain. There had to be sugar in here somewhere, right? They couldn't only cater to people who liked it bitter? No coffee shop was that purist, right?

There was sugar. It was brown and came in rough craggy lumps. Dash had to walk all the way to the end of the counter to fetch it, past the barista who was wiping down the counter with all-recyclable natural brown paper towels. She stared at him.

She wasn't the only one. The guy in the corner was watching him, must have been watching the whole ordeal, with a grin Dash did not want to like, but which brought out dimples and made his eyes crinkle just a little bit. He was perfectly blond and perfectly turned out, his hair tousled in the way that said both I woke up like this and I spent three hours getting the perfect look. Dash never spent three hours getting the perfect look. He rarely spent three minutes. He kept glancing over at the blond guy while he sipped his still-bitter coffee, and the blond guy kept smirking at him, and Dash thought he would quite like to die.

It was one am on a Saturday, and Dash definitely wanted to die. He had a deadline next week, really shouldn't have come out at all, but the club only had one Gay Night a month and he hadn't managed to get out to one yet, so his friends had nagged him into going with them. They'd since vanished, whether with each other or with hookups he wasn't sure, but either way Dash was stuck propping up the wall of this very dark, very loud place and wishing he had someone to split a cab home with.

“Buy you a drink?”

Dash said, “No, thank you,” automatically, before he clocked who was speaking to him.

“Probably for the best, I don't think they do fraps here, either.”

The man from the coffee shop was leaning on the wall beside him, with a tilt in his hips that made it look stylish and his hair slicked back with gel. His shirt was all black mesh and latex panels and Dash shouldn't be trying to see his nipples but he was. The guy grinned at him. “You're cute. You got a name?”

“Dash. Dashel, technically.”

“I'm Fire. With a y.”

“Wow. Your parents were even worse than mine.”

“Hey,” Fyre said reproachfully, “I like my name. Do you dance, Technically Dashel, or should we just get out of here?”

“I – uh – buh - “ Dash said. “Um?”

Fyre patted him on the arm. “Okay. You got your phone on you?”

“Uh-huh?” Dash handed it over in a daze. Fyre typed something in and showed it to him. Phone number.

“This is me,” Fyre said. “I'm going to go dance. Call me, find me, whatever.”

Dash stayed on the wall for a long time watching Fyre's hips shake, and then he drank a glass of ice water and crossed the dance floor.

It was nine am on a Saturday, and Dash had a headache. That was the first thing he noticed, before he opened his eyes, that somehow he'd got the hangover without any of the drinking beforehand. His hair had wrapped around his face in the night and he peeled it away, grimacing. He was lucky it hadn't tried to strangle him.

There was a noise from the other side of the bed.

Dash froze for a moment, his whole mind going blank. It couldn't be the cat. He hadn't had a cat for the last five years.

He flipped over like a well-greased pancake and stared at Fyre, glowing golden in the morning light. He had one arm tucked behind his head, already posing, and Dash could vividly recall what the rest of him looked like, under the artfully draped sheet.

“Morning,” Fyre said. “Did you sleep well?”

“Oh. Oh. You're… not a dream?”

Fyre smiled. It was slow and rather predatory. Dash would fight a tiger to keep that smile turned on him. A really angry tiger. “I'm real. And you're real, and it's far too early to get up on a Saturday.”

“But we're both awake,” Dash said, and immediately felt very stupid.

They fell asleep again afterwards.

It was seven pm on a Thursday and Dash hadn't heard from Fyre all week, except to set up this date – was date the right word? Was he allowed to use that word? He felt like maybe that word was a bit ambitious, given what Fyre looked like, namely a bronzed Greek god with piercing blue eyes and a devastating smile, and what Dash looked like, namely a particularly scruffy Muppet. He could maybe be the awkward librarian that Fyre flirted with on the way to break hearts and save the world, but he clearly couldn't be the boyfriend.

Anyway, Fyre wasn't exactly late, because he'd said they should meet up to get a drink before dinner and their reservation wasn't until half past, and Dash had a feeling that the smooth thing to do would be to go and sit down at the bar like he owned it and order something in a tone of cool confidence, but the only time Dash had been smooth was as a teenager when he'd stolen his sister's razor and his legs had felt very strange for a week. So instead of that, he was sitting on the plinth of a statue, wishing Fyre would turn up and whisk him inside.

He felt even stupider when Fyre did arrive, and swept confidently into the restaurant expecting Dash to be in there already. He had to scurry in after him and tap him on the arm before he noticed Dash and took off his shades. “There you are,” he said, in a voice as warm as his name. “You look like you could use a drink. Long day?”

Dash made his routine work annoyances sound much worse, just to avoid admitting he'd been nervous. He managed to sound like he had an opinion on his cocktail, so that was something, and Fyre didn't seem to realise that he'd spent his whole lunch break frantically Googling cocktails to find one he might actually like. Coffee and vodka had seemed like a safe bet and he'd said “Espresso martini” on the first attempt.

It was a little like being in a cutscene. Fyre would ask him something and Dash would try to sound friendly or interested or interesting, and out of his mouth would pop a random sentence that didn't at all match the option he’d meant to select. Fyre had something very clear and strong-looking, with ice and lemon and some kind of herb all piled into the glass, and he sipped it much slower than Dash drank his and didn't look confused about where to put his hands. Dash hated him suddenly, for his perfect hair and his smile and his manners. He'd probably had lessons in small talk. Dash said “So, what do your parents do?” and that carried them through to the appetisers.

The gentle jazz piano didn't help at all with the unreality. Dash picked at his goat's cheese tart and wondered aloud if it was really supposed to taste that much like goat, and Fyre laughed and told him he was adorable. Dash let him order after that. It seemed easier. Fyre sent his steak back twice, once for being too cooked, once too rare. Dash could hardly fathom spending that much on a meal in the first place, let alone wasting it. He worked dutifully through his unexciting side salad and didn't mention the prices. Fyre had promised he'd pay. Dash hadn't even had to ask. It would be fine.

Fyre leaned over the table while they were waiting for dessert and took Dash's hand. Dash looked up at his smiling face and tried to find his missing vocal chords.

“I've got an idea,” Fyre said conspiratorially, before Dash could cobble something together about how nice the evening had been. “Just follow my lead, okay?”

He flagged down a waitress, still holding Dash's hand on the table top, and looked up at her through his lashes. “Hi. No, no, everything's fine, thank you, everything's been great. It's just – it's our anniversary.”

Dash sat up straight, his mouth falling open, and Fyre squeezed his hand hard. “So I was just wondering – could you ask the pianist to play something for us? Something romantic? Oh, thank you so much, that's very kind of you. Thank you. Oh, we will, and I hope you have a nice evening as well. Thanks.”

He settled back in his chair and winked at Dash, finally letting his hand go. “We won't be paying for that steak, you wait and see.”

“Oh,” Dash said. He looked over at the pianist, who inclined his shaved head very solemnly and started playing something almost parodically sweet. “That's smart, I guess. You could have warned me.”

“You wouldn't have reacted right if I had. That little shy shocked face was perfect, I wouldn't have missed that for the world.”

“Thanks,” Dash said, and tried to see if their desserts were being brought yet.

The bill had twenty percent knocked off, and Fyre didn't tip.

It was midnight on a Wednesday, and Dash was staring at himself in the mirror. The shadows under his eyes weren't softened a bit by Fyre's bathroom, all steel and white tile. His mouth tasted thick and unpleasant. He should have brought a toothbrush with him. He should have gone home for a change of clothes first.

“I'm going to go home,” he said abruptly.

“What? Baby, come on,” Fyre said, lifting his head up in bed. “Don't just cut and run, give a man some romance.”

Dash wasn't an expert, but he thought romance probably had more reciprocation in it, and not taking him places that made him feel stupid, and not laughing at him when he was just trying to explain about amatonormative microaggressions and how Fyre shouldn't assume he was attracted to men just because they were having sex - “No, I'm just going to go,” he said. “I have work tomorrow.”

“I'll get you a cab.”

“You mean you'll order a cab.”

“That's what I said.”

“What am I supposed to wear? You dragged me all the way out here and I don't even have a shirt for work. I'm going home, Fyre.”

Fyre looked him up and down in exactly the way he wished Fyre wouldn't, because it made him shiver and blush. “It's your call, baby.” Fyre said. “You know you're always welcome right here.”

“Yeah,” Dash said, his mouth suddenly dry. “I'm gonna. I think I'm going to head back.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

It was five pm on a Tuesday and Fyre had finally texted him. He'd been ignoring Dash all weekend, or maybe Dash had been ignoring him, refusing to be the first one to break the silence. He wasn't going to be the needy one. He wasn't going to apologise.

Dash looked at the text – Your place or mine? Bring a clean shirt, and spent twenty minutes gnawing on his thumbnail and trying to make up his mind.

Fuck off, he sent back, and went to get himself a caramel frap with extra syrup.

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