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softholand · 3 years

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gingerbread kisses - t.h

pairing: tom holland x youtuber!reader

warnings: a lot of dialogue and some good old festive fluff

words: 2.5k

a/n: this is like a part two of my youtuber!reader series, it can also be read on it’s one but if you haven’t read chocolate kisses yet, you can do it here i really hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think!! ✨

It was another normal workday at your flat, you had all your lights and camera set in your living room, ready to start filming. Today’s video was going to be a Q&A with a special guest, Tom Holland.

It was expected that your baking video with him was going to be one of the most successful ones, but you weren’t expecting the number of views that, to this day, a whole month later, kept coming.

With so many comments almost begging you to bring him to your channel again, you finally gave in and asked him to do a Q&A with you, but since it was the end of the year and Christmas was just around the corner, you decided that, while you answered your viewer's questions, you two could build gingerbread houses.

“Tom, where are you? I’m about to start this without you!” You shouted from the living room floor, where you were seated. “I’m coming, I just had to get something before,” Tom answered, appearing in front of you, wearing a ridiculously ugly Christmas jumper, making you burst out laughing.

“Oh my God! Where did you get that?” You asked, trying to recover from your fit of laughing. “Oh, don’t worry, darling! There’s one for you too!” He stated, taking an identical jumper from behind him.

“You’re not letting me get out of this, are you?” You questioned, sighing when you saw him shake his head. Once you took your (his) hoodie out, replacing it with the ugly sweater, you were finally ready to start recording.

“Hi guys, welcome back to another video! This week we have a special guest that you guys have been asking since our last video together.” You said, giving Tom time to sit next to you. “It’s Tom!”

“It’s me!” He exclaimed, smiling at the camera. “This time we’re not baking anything but, since Christmas is almost here, I thought it was a good idea for us to build some gingerbread houses!” You said, pointing to the kits you had bought on your last trip to the grocery store.

“It’s been so long since I’ve done this!” Tom smiled, clearly excited to start. “But, instead of just sitting here, I asked you guys on Instagram to send some questions so we could answer while doing our houses. What do you think?” You questioned, looking at him.

“Dangerous… but fun!” He said, making you laugh. “So, we have the Christmas tree with the lights on, it’s starting to snow outside, I’ve made us some hot chocolate and of course, we cannot forget our ugly sweaters, courtesy of Tom.” You grinned.

“You’re welcome!” He praised, making you roll your eyes. “I’d said we’re ready to start.” You announced, to which he gave you two thumbs-ups.

Once you had taken the house out of its package, you laid all the biscuit parts in front of you, Tom doing the same beside you.

“So, the first question is “What’s your best/worst memory together?” You let them know while putting the baking glue on your biscuit. “Do you wanna start?” Tom offered, to which you shrugged. “It’s okay, you can go first.” You said, seeing that he already had the answer at the tip of his tongue.

“Best memory is your twentieth birthday party.” He stated, without taking his eyes out of his project. “Why?” You asked, also concentrating on building the house.

“C’mon, y/n! You know why!” Tom finally looked up, making kissy lips to you. “Tom! It’s supposed to be a surprise for the end of the video!” You whined, earning a chuckle from him. “Okay, fine! I’ll behave!” He said, making you laugh this time.

“I think my favorite memory of us is at the Far From Home premiere party! We had so much fun!” Tom declared, making you smile. “Yeah, that was nice!” You agreed, thinking about your favorite memory with Tom. “Mine is probably when we went to New York, I loved that trip!” You confessed, remembering all the crazy things you and Tom did back then.

“Yeah, that was a good one!” Tom agreed, smiling at you. “Worst one has to be the time paparazzi locked us outside of that restaurant. It was awful, I honestly thought I was gonna die that day.” You remembered, feeling chills cover your body. “Yeah, same!” The boy next to you answered, clearly feeling down just thinking about that event, so you made sure to quickly change the subject and ask the next question.

“So, the next question is, what was your best trip?” You asked, motioning for Tom to go first. “Mine has to be Bali, I loved that place and I’m dying to go back.” He stated. “Tell me about it, I was so jealous when you guys went there!” You whined, remembering the photos he kept texting you. “What about you, y/n?”

“Oh, 100% Christmas in New York!” You told him, without even having to think. “It was magical!” You smiled, remembering the trip like it was yesterday.

“Nice! I never spent Christmas in New York!” Tom commented, before going for the next question. “What’s the other Starbucks order?” He asked, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“Yours is tea!” You said, rolling your eyes. “Hey, I drink coffee too!” Tom uttered. “Rarely! Most of the time is Chai Latte or a Royal English Breakfast Tea.” You stated and of course, Tom had to agree.

“Yeah, you’re right! I should try more of their stuff. But you also always get the same, White Chocolate Mocha or Peppermint Hot Cocoa at this time of the year.” Tom listed, making you smile knowing that he knew your drink orders.

“But it’s just soooo good! I can’t help it!” Tom chuckled, before passing your phone back to you for the next question. “That’s a good one, who’s the messier one?” You questioned. “I don’t even think I have to answer this, you guys realized that from our last video together!” You declared, making you both laugh.

“Ok, I’ll give you this one. I’m pretty messy! But I’m trying to get better at it, I promise!” Tom added, to which you chuckled. “My house is built, now I just have to decorate!” You announced, making Tom gasp by your side. “What?! There’s no way! I’m still trying to make these walls stick together.” He whined, making you chuckle.

“That’s because you’re not using enough glue, look, you have to put a straight line across the whole biscuit, otherwise it won’t stick.” You told him, showing exactly how to do it. “But the glue it’s showing on the other side.” He reasoned. “It doesn’t matter, Tom! We’ll just make it look like snow. See?” You pointed to your own house and he nodded, going back to work, focused on finishing it so he could start decorating.

“Next question, what’s the most useless talent you have?” Tom asked, already laughing. “Mine is really stupid but I can put my feet on top of my head,” Tom stated, demonstrating exactly what he was saying, almost knocking everything that was on the table in front of you off.

“That’s not a talent, you’re just flexible.” You rolled your eyes, to which he laughed. “You’re only saying this because you’re jealous you can’t do it.” He smirked, clearly trying to get on your nerves. “Shut up, I have a much better one, I can lick my elbow.” You said, also showing your completely useless talent. “That’s… weirdly impressive.” Tom expressed making you both laugh.

When Tom was finally done building his house, he joined you and started to decorate. You told him and your viewers that you were going for more of a white Christmas theme, while Tom expressed his desire to make the house as colorful as possible.

“Tom, I think the next question is for you.” You gave him a look, before continuing. “What is the dumbest way you’ve been injured?” He gasped, putting one of his hands over his chest while you laughed. “Why are you coming for me today?” The brown-haired boy asked, pretending to be offended.

“I’m sorry, but how many times have you broken your nose while filming?” You asked once you had stopped laughing. “Three, actually, two and a half, the last one wasn’t a complete fracture.” He explained, trying to not make a fool out of himself.

“Well, I’ve never injured myself badly, just some paper cuts, which for me it’s very dumb.” You mentioned. “See? Your answer is dumber than mine and still, I get the title.” Tom shook his head, making you laugh. “So, taking a break from the questions, what are you doing with your house?” You questioned, taking a moment to observe his work.

“I’m gluing some gummies on the roof.” He exclaimed, putting the icing on the sugar-coated candy before sticking it on the house. “And you?” Tom asked, stopping his movements to look at yours.

“I’m putting shredded coconut on the roof and a little bit on the floor, to make it look more like snow.” You smiled, happy with what you had done so far. “Uhh, bougie!” Tom uttered, sticking his tongue out.

“Shut up! Okay, question number… I don’t even know what number we are, so… weird habits of each other? Oh my God, Tom makes SO much noise to eat, it’s ridiculous!” You blurted, to which he immediately complained. “I do not!” He exclaimed. “Yes, you do!”

“You never said that to me!” You laughed at Tom defending himself. “I have told you, at least, a hundred times!” You stated. “Well, at least I have control of my own body, you can’t stop bouncing your leg for literally two seconds.” He exclaimed.

“That’s because I have anxiety and you know that! I’m always moving a part of my body!” You practically yelled. “Still annoying!” Tom said. “Well, I can’t help it!” You interjected. “Neither do I!” He replied. “Next question?” You asked. “Please!” He shot back, making you both burst out laughing.

Once you stopped, Tom took your phone and asked the next question. “Do you have nicknames for each other?” He smirked, making you panic. “Hey, you said you’d behave!” You warned, pointing a finger at him. “I will, promise!” He told you, but that didn’t stop you from being nervous about his answer.

“I sometimes call her cherry, because she can do that trick with the cherry stem, it’s unbelievable!” He smirked, making you blush. “That’s actually pretty easy to do!” You said, trying to make light of the situation. “Oh yeah, it’s totally easy to tie a knot with a cherry stem with your tongue. Super chill!” Tom added, without taking that stupid smirk out of his face.

“Stop it! I don’t think I have a nickname for you, I call you spider-boy sometimes but just to spite you.” You smiled, sticking your tongue out. If Tom wanted to play, you could join his little game.

“I wish I could tell them all the other names you call me in bed,” Tom whispered, making you almost choke on your hot chocolate. “Thomas!!!” You screamed, trying desperately to clean the mess you’ve made. “Fine…” He replied, taking a sip of his drink.

“Ok, since we are almost done with the houses, the second to last question is: If you could, what would you change about your first kiss?” You asked, immediately regretting choosing the question. “Oh, that’s cool! Let me see… no, I don’t think I’ll change anything about it, maybe the place. It was a little too crowded.” He replied, not even trying to hide his smirk.

“Really? That’s all you’d change?” You asked, giving him the chance to take back his answer. “Yep, that’s all! What about you, y/n?” You shook your head, feigning disappointment that he didn’t choose to make you his first kiss. “I’d change the person, you idiot!” You answered, throwing one of the icing packages at him.

“Hey, that hurt!” Tom protested, throwing it back at you. “Stop it! We have to finish these so we can end the video.” You warned, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Oh, I’m done!” He announced, showing off his finished gingerbread house with a very colorful roof, windows, and door. “Already? I still wanna do a garland on the door. I even bought special sprinkles for it.” You stated, rushing yourself. “Of course you did!” Tom mocked, to which you simply flipped him off.

Once you had also finished your house, you and Tom did a quick cleaning of the table, before going back to filming. “We’re back!” You said, to which Tom added. “And we’re finished!”

“I’m really happy, they turned out so pretty!” You beamed, looking at your finished works. “They did!” Tom agreed, smiling widely. “So… before we end this video, we do have a last question, one that was the most asked and that is: are you guys together?” You said, finally acknowledging the elephant in the room.

You and Tom shared some guilty looks before blurting it out together. “Yes!” Tom’s smile was so wide that it made you smile too. “Yes, guys! You were all right! Tom and I are in a relationship now and we are so happy to finally share this with all of you!” You grinned, looking at your boyfriend, that of course was looking back at you.

“Yeah, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world and I honestly couldn’t be happier,” Tom murmured, making you blush. “Stop it!” You smiled, now completely lost in his eyes. “I think you have to finish the video now, darling!” He joked, bringing you back to earth.

“Oh, yeah, right! So… that was everything for today’s video, I hope you guys enjoyed it! Don’t forget to give the video a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel! Please, let me know what you guys thought in the comments section down below and… I think that’s it. Do you wanna say something?” You asked, shifting your eyes to Tom. “Thank you for having me again and I hope to come back soon for another one!” He said, giving the camera an adorable little wave. “Bye guys! See you next week!” You cheered, getting up to stop the recording. “We did it!”

“Yay! Can I eat now?” Tom quipped, before smashing his house in half. “Thomas!!!!” You shouted, not believing what he had done. “What?! We’re not supposed to eat it?” He wondered, putting one of the cookie pieces in his mouth. “I mean, yeah, but not… like that!” You tried to reasoned, to which he scoffed.

“C’mon, you didn’t think I wasn’t going to make a mess, right?” He smirked, signing for you to come closer. And you did, sliding right in front of him, straddling his waist.

“You’re an idiot!” You teased, clasping your arms behind his head. “Hmm, c’mere!” Tom lifted your chin and there was nothing more to do other than kiss his lips, so you did, only this time, instead of chocolate, they tasted like gingerbread.

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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i have a question about nannying just bc ive never met anyone who does it--are the families you nanny for like really wealthy(like, multiple houses, yachts, overpriced vagina candles, etc)? bc in movies its always like uber rich ppl but do like upper middleclass ppl get nannies? obvi you dont have to answer im just curious

no- upper middle class people get nannies, i've nannied for two families, one more wealthy than the other. like- the first one currently has a townhouse in new orleans, the mom was this total powerhouse- like worked for a senator and is still regularly on nbc to talk about the stock market. no wonder why she needed help cuz she was the main breadwinner. she makes about 500 thousand dollars a year. i got paid around 1,500 for every 2-3 weeks of work depending on how many hours she needed me and if she needed me overnight.

it's kinda crazy but my mom actually nannied for her - so it was kinda like- full circle kinda? there's actually an interesting story as to why she stopped nannying for their family too but i digress. the dad was useless like- didn't even know how to tie his 5-year-old daughters hair in a ponytail.

The family i help now is more down-to-earth and runs one of like- the oldest country clubs in the united states. And the dad is the sibling of the mom of the first family i nannied for, so like- at least they liked me enough. Technically I am on the grounds of said country club rn because he lives on the premises, and yeah like- their mom doesn't need to work and their house is full of bougie shit. they always have strawberries in their fridge and that's a real marker of wealth to me. none of the families I've worked for have had secondary houses, yachts, but they have had apartments that they rented out for other people.

it's also worth mentioning that all of the kids I've nannied for had trust funds. the youngest of those being 1 1/2, who already had more money in her bank account than my mom makes in a year.

I get paid like 20-25 dollars an hour though depending on when I work- if it's overnight or not. and that's pretty high in general for a nanny of my age. But I also live in a really high-income bracket area so that makes a difference too. Even though my family is firmly on the edge of the lower middle class. ( and what I mean by that is that like- being out of work for two or three weeks wouldn't kill my mom and I but it would certainly be stressful at the end of those three weeks).

in my opinion, it depends on how much money you make the kind of nanny you have? like you could probably hire a college kid to watch 2-3 kids at 15 bucks an hour if you were a working-class family. but they might not like- make your kids food or clean your house or really be the best influence. But like me- I make the kids dinner, I leave the house cleaner when I leave than it was when I arrived. I'm trained in CPR and certified.

i have a lasting bond with the kids and i genuinely love them- and that's what you kind of pay for when you hire a trained nanny because while they're not my kids I know how to treat them like they're my own within their mom's parameters. I've learned how she wants me to be with her kids and that's how I treat them- different from how I'd treat them if they were my own. unfortunately, because emotional labor has a price tag on it too- rich people can afford to hire people who care.

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athela-3 · 3 years

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crushing defeat

1.7k words; gen/comedy; hints of shipping if you blink, look here, and look away again; if everyone gives aspec vibes that’s my bad, I have no idea how allos work; 3 am nonsense is practically its own genre; mild language (canon-typical); no content warnings.

Yuki’s never had a crush before. Normally that’s not a problem, but now that he really needs to know what it’s like, nobody else in Mankai can seem to give him a straight answer. And what does cake have to do with anything?

“You. Elite Swindler. What's it like to have a crush?”

Itaru looks up from his phone and finds himself face-to-face with Yuki's inquisitive eyes. “Um.” He blinks, stalling for time while he forces his brain to take a U-turn from his game. “Why do you ask?”

Yuki sighs, swatting aside a strand of hair and tucking it behind his ear. “My character's supposed to be in love, but no matter how many times I try saying my lines it never sounds right. The Director said I should try asking around to get an idea what it's supposed to feel like, and you're sitting right here. So are you going to tell me or not?”

“Huh.” Well, that sounds like something she would do, Itaru concedes. He sits up, placing his phone face down on the sofa next to him. “If I have to describe it, I'd say it's inconvenient. Just because you like someone doesn't mean you'd like liking them. It's kind of like pulling a gacha and getting an SSR. If it's your favourite character, cool, but if it's a character you don't like and you already have three other copies of the exact same card, and now you have to grind all over again… not cool.”

Yuki rolls his eyes, and for a second Itaru thinks he's about to be on the business end of his trademark sarcastic zingers again. “But what is it like? It can't be as sappy as it looks like in Muku's manga.” Beat. Slowly, with dread creeping into his voice: “Is it?”

Itaru opens his mouth to answer, only for a better idea to spring into mind. He cranes his head to look into the kitchen, where Homare is nursing a cup of some fragrant tea blend with a complicated, bougie name. “Hey, Homare? How would you describe the feeling of falling in love?”

There's a brief pause, filled only with Yuki's wide-eyed Oh-No-You-Didn't stare, which Itaru diligently avoids. Then Homare places his teacup on the saucer with a gentle plink and replies, with the absolute certainty of an astronomer looking at the night sky: “Devotion astride with every doki doki… a sugary somnambulism, nefelibata's mazurka of watchfulness, feather-light fingertips painting patient litanies!”

“Exactly.” Itaru grins. “See? It's not that hard.”

Yuki's expression is flat, but Itaru thinks he can see the gears turning inside his head. Eventually he sighs. “Fine. You've made your point.”

“Look, that's all I've got,” Itaru shrugs. “Besides, why don't you ask someone who definitely knows what it's like? Have you tried asking Muku?”

“Duh. He tried to hand me a bunch of romance manga for reference. But that's fiction. If I want my acting to be realistic, I need to look at real life examples.”

“Why not ask Masumi then?”

“And listen to him babble about the Director for the next three hours?”

“Mm. Kazunari?”

“I'm not an idiot. I already asked everyone in my troupe.”

“Tsumugi?”

“I would, but he's not home. Tasuku says he's out tutoring. And before you start, I already asked the Muscle Freak. He mumbled something about high expectations and ran off.”

“Citron?”

“You've got to be kidding me.”

“Taichi?”

“The Dumb Dog? That's… a good idea. Plus I needed to check on his sewing anyway, he's supposed to finish them this—”

“Yo, Taruchi, where are you? Don't just go AFK on me like that!”

They turn to see Banri emerging from the stairwell, phone in hand and an annoyed look in his face. Itaru waves him over at once, relieved to find a potential back-up partner. “Banri! You gotta help me out, man. I need you to describe what having a crush is like.”

Banri stares slack-jawed, caught totally off-guard. “A crush? It's distracting, that's what. I mean, they're all you can think about, right? No matter what you're doing or where you go, you just keep thinkin' about 'em.”

Itaru snaps his fingers. “Right! And you know you've got it bad when you keep finding excuses to be around them. Or when you do weird stuff to get their attention, like giving them things or teasing them or picking fights with them—”

“Why would you pick a fight with someone you like?” Yuki squints, thoroughly unimpressed. “You can't expect them to fight with you and then magically like you back afterwards. That's just stupid.”

“Well,” Itaru grins, “it is.”

“Ah, but such is love!” rejoins Homare, his sentence punctuated by a neat clink as he places his drained teacup in the sink. “Even the greatest of geniuses are fools when it comes to love. Perhaps I should write a poem about that… the overripe ache of tenderness, rotting one's mind even as it enriches the soul…”

Banri shakes his head sharply. “Yeah, whatever. Just get the interrogation done with so we can start the next match.” With that, he marches off into the kitchen, brushing past Homare without a word to fetch a glass of water.

As the poet leaves, still murmuring fancy thesaurus words under his breath, Itaru turns to Yuki and raises his eyebrows. “So? Think you got a better idea now?”

“A little,” Yuki admits. “You're not so useless after all.”

“Huh. I don't know what I expected. Guess I'll take what I can get.”

At that moment, the front door swings open, and in walks Juza, carrying a bag full of groceries in each hand. Behind him is the Director, bearing an identical bag in her arms and pulling the door shut behind her with her foot. “We're home!” she shouts.

“Welcome home, Director, Juza. Whoa, that's a lot of loot today.”

She laughs. “Turned out there was a sale, and since it's important that we save money I thought we might as well stock up ahead. I was lucky Juza came along to help, otherwise I couldn't have carried all of this back alone.”

While she stops by to talk, Juza keeps heading for the kitchen to unpack his groceries, only stopping when he realises his roommate is blocking the way. When it becomes apparent Banri has no intention to step aside, a scowl clouds over his face. “Move.”

A corner of Banri's mouth quirks upward. “Or what? You can't touch me, your hands are full.”

“Don't have to. You can stand there if you want, but the Director won't like it.”

Begrudgingly, Banri inches aside just enough for Juza to squeeze through. When he sees the topmost layer of groceries, he makes a small wolf-whistle. “Three bottles of strawberry milk? What d'you think this is, Hyodo, a damn onsen?”

“Ya gonna stand there babblin', or ya gonna make yourself useful?”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Oh, Banri? Since you're already in the kitchen, and you're not doing anything,” the Director chimes in, industrial-grade cheerfulness dripping from her every word, “why don't you help me make dinner?”

Itaru snorts. “Curry duty? Ouch. I'll press F for you later.”

“Actually, tonight is sweet and sour pork. I got a deal on bell peppers, but they have to be eaten quickly,” she tells him, before calling out to Banri: “You can start by washing and chopping them, by the way.”

“The Currian chooses not to make curry?” If Yuki's eyebrows rose any higher, they'd completely disappear behind his fringe. “Did you hit your head on the door coming in?”

“I'm sorry, we can have curry tomorrow if that's what you want,” the Director smiles sweetly, and Itaru wonders if this is what she's like in the office. He tries picturing her giving instructions to her juniors and suggestions to her superiors, all in that inhumanly saccharine tone of voice. The mental image alone gives him the chills. “Oh! How's your role study, Yuki?”

“Eh, it's a work in progress.” He pauses, eyeing her with a slight squint. Oh, no, Itaru thinks, here we go again. “But now that you're here, why don't you tell me what you think a crush is like?”

“Me? I haven't had a crush since…” her voice trails off. She walks to the kitchen, places her groceries on the counter, and starts unpacking them alongside Juza. “I don't remember. What I do remember is that when you've fallen in love with someone, you want them to be happy. You remember the little things they like and don't like, because there's no feeling like seeing them smile and knowing it's because of you, or something you did. If they're happy, you're happy. But if they're upset about something, then you feel bad too, even if it wasn't your fault.”

Yuki hums a wordless acknowledgement, face scrunched in thought. “And you?”

Silence. After a few seconds, Juza looks up from the cabinet he is currently stuffing with raw pasta. “…Me?”

“Yeah, dumbass. Who else?” Banri snorts. “Oi, gimme the pineapple. I can't find it in this mess.”

“Didn't get any.”

“What, so we're making sweet and sour pork without pineapple? Who eats sweet and sour pork without—” Realisation dawns in his eyes. He blinks, as if startled, glances at the Director, and looks away again. “Oh. Huh. Well, that's interesting.”

“Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Settsu?”

“None of your business. Now answer the damn question already so we can cook in peace.”

“We ain't cooking, you are,” Juza points out. “An' I dunno.”

“You don't know?” Yuki presses impatiently. “Or you're not telling?”

“Dunno. Never had a crush.”

“Tch. Of course you've never liked anyone. All you like is cake.”

Itaru nods comprehendingly, shooting up in his seat. ”Banri's got a point, you know, the cake does kind of give it away. Bet you also like dragons.”

“Wait,” Yuki interjects, “what's cake got to do with anything?”

“You don't know?” Itaru twists to face the boy completely. “Aw, man. I thought you of all people would know. Do you like cake?”

“What does it matter?”

“C'mon, it's just a yes or no question!”

“They're OK? I'm not that big on sweets, but I like the really pretty cakes. Especially the ones with edible flowers on top.”

“The real question is,” Banri looks up from the cutting board and points the knife at Yuki, “would you rather fall in love or eat cake?”

“What kinda stupid question is that?” Juza mutters, still playing grocery Tetris with the cabinet and therefore completely missing the death glare Banri sends his way.

“Shut your cakehole, nobody asked you.”

Yuki's brows furrow, and Itaru notices his eyes flickering to Juza before he settles on a reply. “If I had to choose, I guess I'd choose cake. Having a crush sounds so exhausting. Besides, I know what cake's like, so I know what I'm getting myself into.”

Itaru claps his hands together, triumphant. “See? Congratulations, you're Team Cake! Don't worry about the dragons, we'll get there when you’re ready.”

“But what does any of it have to do with—you know what, forget it.” Yuki throws his hands into the air, mere millimetres away from clocking Itaru's head. “I should've asked someone who knows what they're talking about. You guys are hopeless.” With that, he turns on his heels and makes his exit, presumably off to interview the next hapless sap to cross his path.

“Good luck!” the Director calls out.

Itaru shakes his head. “And here I thought we'd get more affinity points than that,” he mutters. “Talk about being hard to please.”

“Don't blame him, it is a tough subject to crack,” she points out. “Oh, does that mean you're free right now? In that case, can you please make some rice while I get the pork ready?”

“Welp. Is this a mandatory quest?” She nods, and he sighs, slowly stretching to his feet and pocketing his phone. “All right. But you owe me cake. All this talk's got me craving a slice.”

“I'll grab you some tomorrow, how's that sound?”

Banri's head snaps up again. “Hey, if he gets cake for helping, then how come I don't?”

“You don't even like cake,” Juza grumbles.

“I’m just sayin’, it ain’t fair. And don’t pretend you don’t want some.”

She reaches past them to grab the packet of pork on the table and laughs. “All you had to do was ask. You know what? I'll get you cake. Both of you.” She pauses to scratch her chin. “Come to think about it, maybe I should just get a nice big cake for everyone to share. I've got a feeling we're all gonna need it come tomorrow.”

#a3!#yuki rurikawa #itaru chigasaki #homare arisugawa #banri settsu #juza hyodo #izumi tachibana #sort of. it's actually my kyoko but i kept her unnamed here #you can tell she's a liiiittle different from canon tachibana #but it doesn't matter here i guess #did. did i just write and post my first a3! fic.#...it's 2020. lots of weirder stuff happened.#happy asexual awareness week folks #that's what i was thinking about last night when this... happened #ari's stuff #ari writes #(imagine being so hyped about your writing you forgot to tag it as your writing)#kyoko tachibana #might as well i guess

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Okay so you can answer this one publicly because its a funny as hell story.

Went to New York on a field trip at the beginning of 2016. I had just turned 21 the past November so. Yknow. Turn up.

Anyways, my friends and I got hella drunk in our hotel room, which was this bougie ass place right around the corner from Richard Rogers.

Anyways. We decide we want pizza. And me, being the most sober of the four of us, got to play Group Mom. And our bright, college educated asses forgot that GPS existed. And so we just wander out into the New York night and start off in a direction with the only destination being "pizza".

So on our way to Pizza™️ I accidentally bump into this dude. I, being my polite Midwestern self, turn and say sorry. Got a smile. Turned around and back to my friends and was like "Yo, you guys see that guys hair? Fuckin dope."

Got to pizza. Right across the street from RRs. Sat my children in a booth and ordered their pizza for them. We ate in silence. Walked back to the hotel with a detour to Times Square because why tf not.

Fast forward to July 2020.

I'm slowly being pulled into the Bay Boy fandom and I can't stop thinking "Why does Diggs look so familiar?"

And then it hit me.

And I frantically text my friends and ask if they remember. But none of them even remember leaving the hotel at all so they're useless.

But anyways.

Thats how my drunk ass bumped into Daveed Diggs on the streets of New York and didn't realize it until four and a half years later.

✌

AND YOU GOT A SMILE! ?!?!?? I cannot can. You’re famous! 🤩

#ask DJ #you really got a smile from #daveed diggs #MIRANDA YOURE FAMOUS

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corpsentry · 4 years

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behind the taylor swift gundam was in fact another, smaller gundam: a brief inquiry into the events of june 2020

so back in june this year june and i got together and we made this motherfucker of a story with this motherfucker of a thread to keep track of it all. but you already know that! and i’ve already got one foot and three elbows in my grave, so i’ll spare you the long-winded stuff. you wanna know how i wrote 93,035 words in 4 weeks? i’ll tell you how i wrote 93,035 words in 4 weeks-

-by linking you guys to copies of my planning documents because i feel like those words speak louder than any words i can offer in the present day. these are long documents. but they are also historical artifacts. very interesting. very weird. very, uh, full of cussing. so anyway, here’s

BIG DADDY: THE ORIGINAL PLANNING DOCUMENT

for those, like me, who have no motivation left in life to do anything and rely on summaries from others to acquire new knowledge, it all started with a single line.

prince of a fallen kingdom atsumu tries to kill hinata but falls in love with him instead

june, april something, 2020

with that in mind i tested the concept out with a few paragraphs of text, which you can find at the bottom of the Big Daddy document in the graveyard segment, accidentally sold my soul to the image of hinata with epaulettes, and then worked backwards, structuring an entire plot around two images:

a) hinata getting the shit beat out of him, with snark b) hinata and atsumu dancing in an empty ballroom under the stars

if you want a betrayal, you have to have something worth losing. if you want to fall in love with someone you don’t know, you have to meet them. if you have to meet them, there has to be a reason for that meeting, and so somewhere in between atsumu became a sword instructor and hinata the prince with daddy issues. june and i used this method of glancing anxiously over your shoulder to see what you’d missed to fill out the blanks in the story, after which i tacked up a bunch of post-its, typed out the plot, consulted june, typed out the plot again, and then broke the characters down into a bunch of questions, like ‘what do they want?’ and ‘what do they have?’ and ‘what are they afraid of?’

with the plot more or less ironed out, i decided it was time to start writing, and then i decided that i was actually too scared to start writing after all, so instead i set a couple of timers using classroomtimers.com (15-20 minutes long) and i sat down and i wrote about the world that hinata and atsumu inhabited.

each warm-up was 300-500 words long, and for the first few days, i’d write one before getting into writing the story proper. later these evolved into simply picking a scene from the story and launching straight into it, which became useful for opening those scenes later when i got to them organically.

then i got lazy! so i stopped. but these shitty little exercises were really useful for me because, unfettered by plot, convention, or any kind of tradition hovering over my shoulder, i was able to fuck around loosely enough to realize what i wanted this story to be. it was a very contrived kind of trial-and-error, an exploration of the characters, the story, but most importantly, the tone.

RESEARCH, PLANNING, AND VICTORIAN BOUGIE FASHION

this is a loose map of the castle and Important Locations within it, which i drew up at the start so i could keep track of where everything was and how i could get my characters from point A to point B. i wanted the story to have Some kind of internal logic, you know, even if that logic amounted to ‘a compass would function normally in this world whereas kageyama tobio would not’.

99% of my planning and organizing within those five weeks took place in this lovely dotted cat journal which my sister gave me for my birthday and i repurposed into a metaphorical Diary of Suffering while working on juno. i used it for everything from keeping track of narrative threads to clothing consistency checks, but the main purpose was this: each day at about 10 pm i’d crack open the cat book to a fresh page, stamp the date and the day of suffering at the top, and then write down a list of things i wanted to write, address, or fix today. then i’d sit at my laptop and write like a madman until about 7 in the morning. with breaks, of course, for sitting in the bathroom and staring at the wall and sitting in the kitchen and staring at the wall, but mostly i was writing. and complaining about writing. you were there, you probably remember that.

anyway, here are some pages from the cat book.

aside from the fact that my handwriting is complete shit, you can see that i made zero effort for any of this to be presentable. it was mainly a way for me to keep track of my thoughts because i have the attention span of an ikea wardrobe and tend to forget things as soon as i think of them. the lack of structure also mirrored the way that i went about writing juno. while i did proceed, for the most part, in chronological order, i had a lot of weird and useless revelations during lunch, which by this point was happening around 2 am, and in the 5 minutes before the exhaustion finally hit and carried me down to hell. i changed A Lot. again, to understand exactly how much the story evolved from day one onwards, please consult the big daddy document.

in the meantime, here’s something else.

once june sent over hinata and atsumu’s character designs i sat down like the fucking fool i am and spent 2 hours poring over a document about victorian and other fashion movements of the past so i could assign a noun, adjective, and verb to each element of their outfits. i don’t know why i did this. i certainly could have not, but i attempted to make sense of their ‘fits from a logistical perspective and that went into the cat book too. everything went into the cat book. the cat book is a relic of the past now, stuffed with artifacts such as the birth of oikawa tooru, and also his demise.

MEDIUM DADDY: EDITING, PROOFREADING, AND CREEPY MURDER CATS

i finished writing on june 26th, 2020, approximately a month after i’d first started planning, somewhere around may 27th or 28th. at that point i had about 90,000 words’ worth of story and no sanity left whatsoever, so i took a day-long break to stare at a wall and listen to taylor swift’s enchanted on loop.

and then i made a new document, which you can look at using the link above, and i laid out everything i had to do. i’d discovered a fuck ton of plot inconsistencies and general errors while writing and lying awake in bed at 9 a.m., sleepless in seattle, and now that i was free of the demon egging me towards the first finish line, it was time to Deal with them. i speed-scrolled through the draft, which was 200+ pages compressed into one google doc, because i like to tempt god’s wrath, and fixed up all the plot issues over the course of a few days. this was the fun part.

the actual, hard editing was the extremely un-fun part. i reread the entire thing, paragraph by paragraph, line by damn line, from start to finish, paying especially close attention to awkward phrasing, incomplete dialogue, and moments which had fallen flat in my haste to get on to the next one. this was really fucking terrible. i spent more time lying facedown on the floor than actually editing anything, but after a long time (about a week), that, too was done.

SMALL DADDY: TITLES, SUMMARIES, AND GOOD FUCKING BYES

i spent a good eighty days thinking about the title, though hilariously enough we ended up with something that was a blend of our names. june + elmo = juno, which is, all things considered, pretty perfect, but the process of picking the title was Hell, and i Did Not Come Up With The Title until about 2 hours before posting. you can take a look at the haphazard clusterfuck of my title-selecting process in small daddy, which is linked above.

so the title was a last-minute choice. so was the summary. and the chapter divisions. and actually all the songs in the playlist for juno. the day we dropped juno onto planet earth like a newborn baby pitched out of the sky, i spent an hour hunched over my laptop, cutting my 213 page google doc into chapters based on nothing more than a Vibe. two days before that, i also attempted to voice-act the entirety of juno, an affair which ended at the 20,000 word mark with a sore throat and the kind of exhaustion one typically wants to sleep in a coffin for 23 years to get rid of. so in all honesty, i did very little editing, which is why there are definitely minor typos and/or mistakes hanging out somewhere on that chunky ao3 webpage. but whatever.

my attitude by july 5th (was it july 5th? or 4th? somewhere around there) was basically whatever. anything so i could get finish this damn thing, chuck it out of the window, and never see another google doc until the next century. i’ve been asked a few times how exactly i wrote at a rate of roughly 2000-3000 words per day for four weeks straight, and my answer has always been this: i died. what died, you ask? my soul. my spirit. my Will To Live. i’m a creature of fixations, and juno was my fixation for june. will i ever be able to do this again? would i recommend this experience to anyone? is god real? the answer to all of the above is probably no. juno was a fever dream, and so is my cat book. and so are all the lattes i had. and so was my 9 am to 4 pm sleep schedule.

but what we made is real. the research, oikawa tooru, the 4 am conversations in which i was like ‘how the fuck do i end this’ and june was like ‘jade proposal’ (the proposal was her idea. all rise for twitter user atsuhinas. she is the mastermind behind all of the Inch Resting moments in this story; i just flapped a korok leaf in her direction and made sure the air circulation was working properly) are real as fuck, and looking back, there’s a lot i’d change, but i’m lazy. and college is starting. and anyway, i did write 93,035 words in just under five weeks, four if you don’t count the week of Editing Hell, so i think that’s pretty cool.

thank you for reading this to the end, and for following us on our journey through the enigmatic taylor swift gundam fic which quite literally consumed my entire twitter account for the five weeks i spent working on it. retrospectively speaking i really was butt-obsessed so i am frankly incredibly impressed with everyone around me for putting up with a Husk of a Man for a month. thank you for doing that. thank you for indulging my vague tweeting, and our butterfly dns, and for reading 93 thousand words of gay fanfiction set in a high fantasy world with epaulettes and galettes. on behalf of june, once again, we are incredibly grateful for all your support.

if you have any questions about specific aspects of the writing process, or anything you’d like to know in general with reference to JUNO, feel free to drop me an ask through my tumblr inbox, or through my curiouscat over here. i’m aware i didn’t cover everything, but there’s frankly too much to put in a tumblr post without passing away somewhere around the 56% mark, so let me know what’s on your mind, and i’ll try to answer that to the best of my abilities. but anyway, before i go, here are some

TAKEAWAYS

one: don’t try to write 93,000 words in five weeks. seriously don’t fucking do it you will end up jittery and sleep-deprived and you will leave all your friends on read for a month. pace yourself. set realistic goals. you wrote 2k this week? that’s fantastic. you wrote 4k in a day? you absolute motherfucker. i hope you’re taking a long fucking break tomorrow. your story will not run away from you, but if you run too fast, you will get tired, and then you will pass away.

two: you don’t have to know everything about your story before you start writing. in fact if you have a single camera shot of two characters holding hands under a rose garden awning, i think that’s fucking wonderful. if you look at big daddy, you’ll realize that my initial plot draft, and all the ones following that, are not perfectly aligned with the final version of juno. i improvised over half of the scenes in this motherfucker, and to be completely honest, some of the improvised scenes were the best. fucking oikawa tooru was improvised out of nowhere. he only got written in way later, around chapter 8 or something, because i realized i needed a plot device and a source of information to keep the playing table from toppling over. i Sat Down one day and was like ‘okay, it’s time to write oikawa into the introduction. because he matters now. he didn’t matter last week but now he does, and soon he’s going to be the fulcrum of the entire story, because it’s like that with oikawa tooru’. it’s okay to change your mind halfway. it’s okay to go back and rewrite entire scenes or segments. it’s okay to highlight 4 pages of fresh, sentimental writing, and hit delete. writing is a fluid process, and you Will make discoveries as you progress through your story alongside your characters. be understanding of that iterative process. be kind to yourself.

three: You Are That Motherfucker. you, me, your dog, your dog’s friend, your dog’s enemy, all of us are that motherfucker. i never thought i’d be able to write anything longer than the great big map, which was a much simpler, linear story in which the other main character did not appear in the current timeline until like the eighth chapter. juno was different. juno was the motherfucker, and i was scared shitless of it, and to cope with that fear joked constantly while writing that it’d never see the light of day.

but it did. it was a rocky process, and i was awake for 48 hours after posting it because of the sheer adrenalin stuck in my skull, but i got through it. and i wouldn’t have been able to do it without june, who stepped in when i flopped over facedown on the floor and dragged me to my feet like the badass friend she is, and without everyone else in my life, who put up with me talking about The Thing that i couldn’t really talk about, but juno’s up there now. forever, or until the internet collapses and civilization goes extinct. and if the nineteen year old clown with the attention span of an ikea armchair and an a level certificate from hell wrote the 93,000 word long thing, so can you. i mean this completely unironically and with every ounce of genuine emotion i can summon from the cracked asshole of my heart.

writing is hard. writing is scary. writing is an investigation of the world around you and therefore, by extension, yourself, and that kind of honesty is freaky. it’s like going skinny-dipping next to the president’s mansion. who’s going to see you? what if they take a photo? what if you lose your spot at university?

but don’t think about that. our world is overrun with stories the way cereal bowls are full of cereal, but it’s those stories that keep us all sane in the disgusting day-to-day muck of reality, so think about your story. what’s haunting you today? what message do you want to leave printed in font size 666 comic sans across the southern hemisphere of the planet? what will you be tomorrow?

a writer. you’re going to be a motherfucking writer.

#my stuff

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bougiebutchbitch · 3 years

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i saw from anons its 'appreciate bougie' time? anyway I need you to know that I regularly reread If You Talk Enough Sense Then You'll Lose Your Mind. I don't read fanfic often, not enough time. but that fic just cuts so deep. especially the lines 'It's unfair how you can want so desperately to be broken but be so afraid to break' and the bit about beau being able to give yasha pain but not hate. that's some incredible writing.

ohmygosh anon please -

I'm always up for Appreciate Bougie time, though if I get any more lovely messages I might actually melt into a very useless puddle on the floor! How am I supposed to keep writing fanfic then, huh???

But seriously, thank you. So much. I appreciate everyone who lets me know when they reread my stuff, as I always get The Sads looking at my massive hit/kudos discrepancies, despite knowing full well that such ratios mean nothing. And -

l i s t e n

talk enough sense is honestly one of my favourite things I've ever written! I was just pissing about with a new writing style, and it really, really vibed. I'm still amazed that one turned out so well!

Can't remember if I've talked about this on here before... But it was an attempt to write something from the conjoined perspective of Yasha's returning self of personhood, post-mind-control; and the trauma-memory of Obann she keeps in the back of her head. I don't know how much of that came over, but whenever I read it, I get chills! So, thank you very much. A lot of that fic comes from the heart. Of all my work, it's especially great to know that one hit home.

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itzleon345 · 4 years

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Superhero au that nobody asks for!

Green Team

Amanda O'Neill

Alias: Red thief

Skills: super speed, super agility

Weaknesses: The use of her power has to be in very short periods because otherwise she could suffer some decompensation due to fatigue like fainting and convulsions

Nationality: American

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Red / Orange

Small description: She is a girl with hyperactivity, attention deficit and suffers from kleptomania (even if she is a hero). She has some deplorable qualifications, is a very loyal and adventurous person, likes to be in large groups, and she is very friendly and funny so she also has a great ability to convince.

Fun fact: although she's very distracted and doesn't care about her classes, she's considerably good at Physics

Jasminka Antoneko

Alias: Big Bear

Skills: Super Strength

Weaknesses: she must always be eating and / or in a continuous rest because her muscle mass is always developing, if for any reason she stops eating or sleeping her muscles will begin to tear

Nationality: Russian

Eye color: black

Hair Color: Pale Pink

Small description: She is a very kind and sweet girl, normally she does not like to do things by force (ironic), although in her life she has suffered a lot of harassment due to her weight, she is not spiteful.

Fun fact: Thanks to her weakness, she learned to cook and is very good at doing it, but either way she claims that first goes the milk and then the cereal.

Constanze Amalie von Braunschbank Albrechtsberger

Alias: Autitec

Skills: Controls all kinds of metal

Weaknesses: Its power is deactivated in very high or very low temperatures (-0 ° c and + 32 ° c)

Nationality: German

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Black

Small description: A short girl who is on the autistic spectrum (that's why her hero name) that comes from a family of engineers, that's why her love and great ability to build things, she doesn't talk much and doesn't like to be distracted while she is in her workshop

Fun fact: She has an obsession with animes like Gurren Lagann and Mazinger Z or series like Voltron

Blue Team

Hannah england

Alias: Bougie

Skills: can control light, can make his body shine, with the assistance of "Shadow Giver" can become invisible

Weaknesses: activating her power (100%) away from Barbara can damage her vision by not having a source of darkness that controls her luminescence

Nationality: British

Eye color: Brown / gray (when activated, they become completely gray, while deactivated they will be gray-brown)

Hair color: light brown

Small description: Bárbara has always been her best friend (almost) since birth because their families have always been very close, thanks to this their skills grew to complement each other, both are from prestigious families, for this very reason they are brats and "good for nothing" (they were always very spoiled) and cowards because they never faced any real-world situation, either way they both want to protect the world

Fun fact: She's afraid of the dark, so she sleeps with a night light

Barbara Parker

Alias: The Shadow Giver

Skills: control shadows, with the assistance of "Bougie" can become invisible

Weaknesses: If she activates her power (100%) away from Hannah, the darkness takes control of her body and begins to consume everything in her path due to not having a light source that controls the darkness, this can cause blood loss ( is the fastest thing to be consumed)

Nationality: British

Eye color: Blue / gray (when activated, they become completely gray, while deactivated they will be a gray-blue color)

Hair Color: Black

Small description: Being Hannah's best friend, both are always together, they are inseparable (even in tasks of a single person) because their abilities are complementary and it would be a great mistake to separate them because they are (technically) useless alone.

Fun fact: She crate her Hero Alias based on the name of a character from a cartoon she liked to see with Hannah

Diana Cavendish

Alias: Royal Ivy

Skills: Controls plants, can also communicate with them

Weaknesses: her power is not very useful at night since plants cannot photosynthesize. FIRE

Nationality: British

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde with Mint Green Locks

Small description: Heir to the Cavendish house, Diana is a fairly closed and fancy girl, she does not like to share her feelings, she is very intelligent, perfectionist and responsible, coming from a family of healers and doctors (and thanks to her ability) she has a vast knowledge of benevolent plants

Fun fact: Ever since she was little she always loved making flower crowns to calm down

Red Team

Lotte Yanson

Alias: Alma

Skills: Can communicate and see beings from the “second reality” as well as ghosts (souls in pain), spirits, etc.

Weaknesses: If she does not wear her glasses she confuses both realities, she does not know what is real and what is not and she may end up being posses by some not very friendly entity.

Nationality: Finnish.

Eye color: Blue.

Hair color: Orange blonde.

Small description: Her family has always lived in a small town in Finland, when she was little she suffered constant harassment for being able to talk to ghosts, thanks to this she became a very shy girl, in any case she is very kind and always sees the positive side of things

Fun fact: She created her first pair of glasses that although they were not so good, they helped her to differentiate

Sucy Manbavaran

Aliases: Toxic Witch

Skills: All the liquids that her body produces are either poisonous or are some kind of acid, she also has a vast knowledge of venomous things

Weaknesses: Because of being exposed to so many poisonous liquids and vapors, her body is very weak, she must also be on constant medication to be able to have contact with people and not harm them (although if she wanted she could melt your hands)

Nationality: Philippine

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Pale Purple

Small description: Her parents are divorced, while her mother lives in the Philippines her father is in England, until she was 14 she lived with her mother until she ran away from home so she could start her investigations with the mushrooms that grew in her town, At 16, she was adopted by a scientist, later both of them went to England where she currently lives at the age of 18

Fun fact: Ironically she is terrified of spiders

Atsuko "Akko" Kagari

Alias: Dark Kagami / Shiny Akko

Skills: she is a third generation shapeshifter, like "Dark Kagami" she changes her appearance as people and / or things, like "Shiny Akko" she transforms different parts of her body into animal parts

Weaknesses: if she maintains herself in a way that is not hers for a long time, she begins to have very powerful headaches and give her strong fevers because her brain detects that it is not in the body that it should and believes that it is being invaded by a external entity

Nationality: Japanese

Eye color: Red (due to a defect in its power, this part of her body is the only one that cannot change, that's why she always wears blue, green and brown contact lenses)

Hair color: Brown

Small description: abandoned in the tunnels of "The Phoenix Society" at the age of 9 months with only a note (in Japanese) and a master key, Atsuko Kagari was raised by Elizabeth and Victor McCallister members of "The Phoenix Society" At the age of 5 she began to demonstrate her ability by exchanging parts of her body for those of some animals (such as rabbit ears or cat's tail), she had a “normal” childhood in those tunnels, at the age of 8 years she began to have training with “Copycat”, the only shapeshifter in all of the society.

Fun fact: after being saved by Shiny Chariot, Akko wants to bring peace to everyone's heart the same way Chariot did to her

Adults

Ursula Callistis

Alias: Gemini

Skills: another of the few shapeshifters left in "Midnight City", can transform into any type of animal

Weaknesses: If she changes among many animals in a very short period of time, her organs can be affected by not having changed in time.

Nationality: French

Eye color: Red (in all of its forms)

Hair Color: Dark Blue

Small description: Transferred from the French order to Midnight City, Ursula Callistis is the new teacher at the Luna Nova Academy for Heroes, she is quite clumsy and a little shy, but when it comes to acting she is a great hero, after getting accepted in the academy she took the role of tutor for Atsuko Kagari, another shapeshifter

Fun Fact: One of her favorite animals to transform is the bat because she finds satisfying to sleep upside down

Croix Meridies

Alias: Noir Scienziata / Macchina Parlante

Skills: Technopath, she communicates with "smart" objects and controls them at her disposal

Weaknesses: Since its power does not affect plants, these can be very effective against it, depending on the control she has over any machine, her body is also affected

Nationality: Italian

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Pale Violet

Small description: ex-heroine of Midnight City and ex-student of the Luna Nova Academy, Croix was a companion of Shiny Chariot but after her disappearance she returned to Italy to continue developing her ability, years later she returns to Midnight City to become a teacher in Luna Nova, she is also the famous villain Noir Scienziata although nobody knows this, she is responsible for the disappearance of "Shiny Chariot"

Fun fact: since her student years she has always had an obsession with instant ramen

Chariot du Nord

Alias: Shiny Chariot

Skills: Create illusions with smoke (thanks to her training the illusions can do physical damage)

Weaknesses: if she runs out of smoke her body begins to burn little by little in order to generate more

Nationality: French

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Bright Red

Small description: In her years as a student Chariot was chosen by “Vrachióli Sidírou” (literally translated as iron bracelet), an object created in the medieval era by Woodward, a beast charmer and also one of the “Nine Old Heroes”, this object was created to seal Alexander Warrenson or better known as “Checkmate” the most powerful Telepath of all time, he was a great strategist and could control entire armies with his mind, although to make it easier he fought as if he were in a chess game, after a fight with Noir Scienziata she disappeared completely, she is believed to be dead

Fun fact: In her years in Luna Nova she had many pets but the most famous was Arcas, a giant polar bear that is believed to still be in the lands of the academy

Vrachióli Sidírou

"Vrachióli Sidírou" is a wristband with 7 holes to place the 7 stars of power, Flight, Super Force, Super Speed, Invisibility, Telekinesis, Aquatic Breathing and Pyrokinesis, which were the original abilities, after "The Warrenson War" the object disappeared for many years until Seymour Krelborn or "The Gardener", a plant talker, found it and used it to save the world, once again years later Cacoch or "Misango", a hero with the power to empower his abilities thanks to a spirit, was granted with the relic to protect his people, and year after year this object has been delivered for the sole purpose of protecting humanity, the most recent bearer was Chariot du Nord (Shiny Chariot) which she use it to give peace to England although in one of her last battles she lost it for having hurt innocents (by accident) 2 years later the heroine disappeared in her last battle against Noir Scienziata.

The object has not been in its 100% power since "The Warrenson War" since none of its bearers has found the 7 stars, the closest to finding them was Chariot, although it never managed to do so because it was taken from her.

Plot

Atsuko Kagari is part of the Phoenix Society, a famous group of thieves, before they were a group of villains but thanks to the heroes of Luna Nova they had to become simple thieves, they live in tunnels under Midnight City, she was raised by Victor and Elizabeth McCallister a young couple, Victor is a fire eater (Dragon) and Elizabeth a translator (The Talker), although this is supposed to be a villain society, it was never verified, but out of fear the heroes decided to banish them from Midnight City, most of the people who live in the tunnels are poor and that’s why they become thieves. The heroes of Luna Nova have a record of all those that reside there, of all but Akko who appeared there 18 years ago when she was just a baby, She was found by one of the night thieves and took her with Arthur Phoenix, head of the society, who decided to give it to the McCallister couple, Atsuko was raised with the purpose of returning honor to the society.

When she was 6 years old the tunnels were found being the battlefield between Shiny Chariot and The Dark Paladin, Akko was saved and comforted by Chariot, from that day she began to dream of being a hero like Chariot, in any way thanks to her ability she was also raised as a thief, her first alias was chosen with the help of her "mother". After suspicious robberies in Midnight City Akko was in the middle of her first fight, which she did not win but managed to escape, because of this now the heroes know about "Dark Kagami" and it is one of the most wanted because the shapeshifters (and the third generation more (the ones that change their appearance with people, objects and animals)) are people who are very difficult to find lately, after the high command of the society found out about this they have to start their plan to rise again, and what better spy than a shapeshifter that doesn't exist? At the age of 18 Akko is sent to Luna Nova Academy to do the tests and be accepted as a new hero to train ..... What could go wrong?

???: Atsuko, Your mission as Shiny Akko is to capture Dark Kagami

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justketerthings · 5 years

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"I'm back home in Inkopolis! I live in an older neighborhood, so my apartment is right across from the ocean! Its very useless real estate for an inkling that dies in water, but it's bougie and that's all that really matters."

#animal crossing #pocket camp #splatoon 2 #inkling

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finderskeepersff · 5 years

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40.

Waking out of the bedroom I screamed laughing “why though!?” I shouted over the music “because its a good ass song!” Jasmine shouted back to me “and it woke you up out of that bed, we can wake the whole block too. I wish you could drink” Jasmine has been on one hundred all week, I have well and truly been spoilt, never in my life did I think I would be in a mansion in the Hollywood hills, well I will be here for two weeks so we rented it out. As soon as we arrived we just met the owner and paid cash, I did think the owner would think weird of us for having that but he was none the wiser. I said it was Jasmine’ birthday so he was ok. He owns like so many places here, so Jasmine and I are living with the rich people. I could live here, I could really be bougie and live here. It’s so beautiful to just walk outside the back yard and look down at the Hollywood Hills, I didn’t think we had that much money. Jasmine and I counted it and I was like oh shit, ok this is a lot. I see why he is having a heart attack. The only thing that does put me back is the fact I am pregnant but it’s been fun either way “is he in that pool again?” Leyton has done nothing but be in that “he is, he even requested a mocktail, like who are you” he’s getting above himself “no matter what, if you and stupid get back together you cannot tell him about my dick appointment” Jasmine said it like I would “I wouldn’t but I do think your ex boo likes you still” Jasmine pulled a face “he’s got good dick and that is it, he near fainted seeing you. I don’t know what you’re doing with my brother, you have been getting men here all up on you and you pregnant. I was like dude, look at her stomach. These niggas don’t care” I laughed “he said I will be step daddy, he was bold” shaking my head laughing “step daddy, I think Cassius would put him in the ground” Jasmine walked off saying.

I refuse to go greyhound again, we need to spend this money either way. I cannot deal with that again, I mean it was fun but no “you think I did wrong?” I do question myself sometimes “oh no sweetie, I would have shot him in the leg and took his money too. You’re nice, you left him a Beyonce note and that is funny. He is my brother and I say you did fine, Atlanta would have been where Cassius would have come, he would have harassed you but look at us, we are happy and smiling are we not? My mother said just be happy, she knows you’re safe and she is ok with that” his family are so sweet “I feel bad because you are his sister” I took his sister with me “and? What is he going to do besides be sad? Bitch we in Hollywood, we can pay to see Lil Wayne, he is doing a concert, we must go. We can get VIP, we can do this. You can use your pretty eyes, we got this girl. Pregnant bitches go out too, who cares. Little Cartier don’t mind” Jasmine touched my bump, like I said she is wild as fuck and continues to be on one hundred.

Am I fooling myself, I feel very sad about this. I never got the chance to shop with Cassius baby clothes and I am doing this on my own, I guess daddy is paying though “do you need help at all?” the store assistant asked me “erm, you know what I think I do. I have no idea on sizes at all” I am useless, she cooed out “is this your first time being a mother?” nodding my head “this is my” I paused staring at Jasmine “sister in law”Jasmine said “yeah and this my brother, I have no clue if to get a big size for my son” the assistant seems so sweet “oh we all get that, how far along are you?” she pointed at my bump “I am currently twenty three weeks, soon to be twenty four” touching my bump “you have a perfect sized bump, now we do recommend to get three to six months. From looking at your bump I wouldn’t go any higher, what was it you was looking at?” looking at the rack “I was wanting this Gucci baby grow, I think it’s cute. The grey colour” the lady went ahead of me to look through the sizes “what about this?” Leyton held up a Versace baby suit “I like that too, hold it” I said to him “this, now it will be somewhat big for him but he can grow into it” he will look so handsome in this, I know my son will be “I love it, this is the first piece of clothing I have bought for him. I have been so busy. He can thank his dad for spoiling him” I grinned.

My brother has got a tan, he done gone a shade darker “do you like it here?” reaching over, wiping the side of his mouth “stop” he moved my hand away laughing “I do, it’s so good. Look how many things we done, I’ve been Disney, I seen universal. This is the life, so many things we can do too. I love the home, it’s dope. Why can’t we move here?” pulling a face at him “we can’t because I am having this baby and once I do I want to be in Atlanta and I will be staying there. I don’t want to raise my kid here, it’s expensive too” I am so tight, I am only spending because this is his money “but you dropped a stack on the baby, come on. I know Cassius would do it for you” licking my lips laughing “no thank you, I am ok. Anyways you better eat all of that. I done paid for extra fries, fat ass” seeing Jasmine’ ex, once again he is here “what’s good my nigga” he dapped Leyton “hey Hunter” his parents called him Hunter, that is some sad shit “looking beautiful as ever Sofia, the sun in your eyes is just wow and Jasmine. Simple one” rolling my eyes looking down at my food “shut up, you speak too much so. How about you babysit for us, just like take Leyton somewhere and we can have some girl time?” Hunter looked at Leyton “do I look like a babysitter to you?” he spat “you do, I mean why not?” I asked him “why, where you both going?” he pointed at us both “well she wants to see Lil Wayne but no, so we found out Beyonce is playing and we have just bought tickets over the odds. Just that we rather not take Leyton, I love you but no” I have no idea why I trust this man but Leyton has been with worse people “if you give me a smile I will” I couldn’t hep but laugh but I looked away “if I smile then what?” Jasmine spat “then I say no!” he shouted “I am playing, you know I do it for you. Ok, if I get to order pizza and stay in the, mansion deal?” Jasmine nodded her head.

I know what my brother means, the vibe here is nice but I couldn’t live that lifestyle at all “Jasmine, he really likes you. I know you said he went with another girl but he loves teasing you and he does this for you” Jasmine kissed her teeth “the reason I went back home was because of him, I was so heartbroken. I couldn’t stay and he said it was a mistake but this girl, well the girl he did it with said he wanted it but I guess we will see. He is good for the dick, you can honestly live off that. Do that to my brother” I laughed out, she is so stupid “oh god, look who it is. The many calls he does” seeing the caller I.D, Cassius has not given up. He gives Jasmine at least thirty missed calls a day and she doesn’t pick up at all “you boys just wait there, pick it up” I said to Jasmine “me!?” she spat “and get shouted at” Jasmine and I walked into the corner “just do it, ask him what is wrong? I just want to know something” Jasmine sighed out “if he cusses me out then you take the phone” we stopped in a corner where it was more quiet, I just want to hear something.

Jasmine picked up the phone, I placed my head ever so close to the phone “hi Cassius” Jasmine said, her voice ever so high pitch. The line went dead quiet “you pick up now?” Cassius said “I didn’t know it was you calling, duh” Jasmine is about to annoy him “where is she? She is not in Atlanta so where is she?” hearing him say “she? Who is that?” Jasmine eye balled me and shrugged “Sofia, where is she!?” he spat “I have no idea, I am in Dubai” my eyes widened, what is she doing “if I come Dubai, I am coming there to kill you. Now you fucking tell me where is she!?” Jasmine just looked at me “I don’t know where Sofia is, the fuck” Cassius groaned out “you and mom are some lying fucking bitches, I am sick of you both. You dumb fucking bitch” grabbing the phone from Jasmine “it’s good to know you still have that same attitude” I said down the phone and the line went silent, not even a word spoken. I had to check the phone to see if it was still connected “where are you?” he asked “shopping for my son, you should see the cute baby grows he got. They are so cute, what else? Stop harassing Jasmine” that is all he has been doing “why are you doing this to me? You ran with my money, you left me for what?” what a stupid question to ask “I want a real man to teach my son how to be a man, I will never find that in this lifetime so I will do it on my own” I know this will annoy him “Sofia, you ain’t about to have no home to go too, stop fucking with me. You will be back in Barbados with your mom, you are your mother. You fucking stole my money, if you don’t come back I will kill Samuel” he is such a bastard “when you do Cassius, snort a line off his body” disconnecting the call “for you” turning on my heels.

“You have broken another phone” Ethan said at the side of me “anyways the Latino’s are here” I don’t know how to even feel, it’s just a weird thing to even feel or even think of. Myles opened the door for me “no funny business here” Kyle said as I got out of the car, I knew this would happen and they come running to me. They have nobody protecting them so they need me “is this your people?” I said laughing, this is nothing “you killed our leader homie” I have other plans for Samuel actually “who’s fault is that? Mine or yours? He was an easy target, maybe you should like your leader more. So what are you? His right hand man?” he has a big mouth “you know our people have nothing, they are dying out there because of you?” I laughed, it’s laughable “weak” I said walking around him “so what do you propose?” they have nothing “you picking at us Cassius, you know what you are doing. You continued to kill us ever since you killed our leader, you have left the bodies outside their family homes. That is evil! I want out!” he shouted, turning to him “there is never a way out unless you want to die, I can post your body too? Free of charge” bringing my head closer to his “I am sure your daughter wants to see her daddy’ dead body, I have been waiting for you” moving back from him “you’re right, we picked at y’all at the weakest time and it’s worked. Look at it, you know what let’s do this. You give me everything y’all have and we just take over? Done deal? Yeah?” he nodded his head “yeah? Ok good” walking around him “kill them all” I don’t care anymore, opening the car door as I got inside.

The care scale with me has gone, I don’t care “I have never killed so much in so little time” Kyle said getting into the back of the car with me “Ethan staying to clean?” I said as Myles got in the driver’s seat “he is yeah, where we going?” it’s rather a blood bath out there “erm, to the club” Kyle and Myles looked at each other before Myles looked ahead of him “I can’t believe we back in Brooklyn, we went to Atlanta for what? You have created so much shit Cassius” the car drove off slowly “Myles, you don’t do fucking shit but you come here to look pretty. Just fucking stick with the bitch you don’t want” Kyle groaned out “can we please not do this ok? Just shut up both of you, I am just not happy with you either. Cassius what the fuck? You know what I don’t know how you do it, how do you get hooked up on shit and then get off it, you’re a machine but why? Why have you done it again, you are becoming mad. This was not needed, you and I both know that” I don’t wish to speak to them “just take me to the club” it’s not worth it.

Taking in a deep breath resting my head back, wiping my nose with my hand and looking at the side of my hand “you said to me never take your own product, I told you it’s good when it’s free” Raphael said “why be in this world when you can be out of this world” dragging my eyes away from Raphael seeing Celine, licking my top lip as she waved at me. Waving her over “make room” I said to Kyle to move “how is you? Everyone?” she looked at me up and down and then at the table “Cass?” she sat next to me “how is Sofia? You’re not doing this again? I know what you’re like with this, don’t do that” scratching the side of my head “is that why she gone to California” my eyes widened at her “she has gone where!?” I spat, Celine paused “oh you didn’t know?” getting up from my position “her and Leyton have gone, he sent pictures and things. Cassius what is it?” that is where she has gone, clenching my jaw “Cassius this is why she has gone without you, I was shocked to see you here. I made a mistake” she was about to get up but I dragged her back down “show me the pictures” letting her wrist go “get me some weed!” I spat, Celine sighed out “I don’t think I want this” Celine tried to get up again and I also got up “remember when you begged me to keep you alive, fucking show me!” I spat.

Sliding across on the picture, staring down at the picture of Sofia with Mickey and Minnie. A small smiled played on my lips with the way Minnie is touching the baby bump “you smiled” looking up at Kyle “not really, ring Leyton’ phone now” passing Celine’ phone back to her “Cassius, why are you taking that again. I thought you was happy with Sofia? She don’t deserve that” she is irritating me “I swear, I will kill you, fucking do it” watching her tap Leyton’ name as it rang out “Cassius, you need to calm down” Kyle acting like I don’t know what I am doing “hey big head, where is Sofia?” Celine looked at me but looked away, she can’t stand to look at me “oh she has, then who are you with?” where has she gone “oh right, that is ok. Tell Sofia I called, just wanted to know when you was back. Speak soon” she disconnected the call “Jasmine and Sofia gone to a concert, and Leyton is with a friend at the home” she is cheating on me, gripping Celine’ neck “you get that fucking address! Now!” I barked “woah, woah!” Kyle pushed at me but I didn’t move “get off her!” Kyle shouted at me “fuck!” is the last thing I heard until everything went blank.

I took in a deep breath as I opened my eyes, looking around me and realising that I am just at home. I laid back down “where is Sofia?” I asked, I am sure she is here “Cassius you lose your damn mind, you know she ain’t here” Kyle said, touching the side of my head “who hit me?” getting up from the couch “me” Kyle said it without a care “she left me” I mumbled, I got a bad head pain now “Cassius, it’s best you accept that she left you” looking up at my mom “I will once I get something” getting up from the couch “get what? Cassius you need to stop, you about to get yourself fucked up” Kyle is just full of air, walking off “nigga! You get that something then we going to have problems!” Kyle shouted at me “you near killed Celine” that was it “she knows where Sofia is, you right” I pointed at him “Cassius, my nigga. Sofia doesn’t want to know you! Hear me out! I seen the note, she said she don’t want you. She left you because this is not the nigga she knows. You lost your mind, what you going to do? Go there and do what? Scare her, beat her? What!? Tell me” Kyle got in my face “you said you ain’t Jordan! You came out of jail being clean as fuck, you was so right. You met Sofia and you was happy and you do this! If I have to knock you out again Cassius then I will, you want Sofia back yeah? You want to speak to her?” I swallowed hard “Sofia is good people Cassius come on, I know this shit is not it. You know this, you know it. I know you don’t want to do this but this don’t need to be it. How many times have I told you that I ain’t ever seen real love until now and you do this. You blame your dad for being a shit person and he fucked you up and yet you prove everything he say. Come on Casssius I love you bro we all do” patting Kyle’ shoulder walking around him “Cassius, baby” my mom said as I walked by her and then stopped “it was never about the money” I said as my voice broke and then continued to walk up the steps “he needs to do this himself mama, we can’t do it for him” Myles said.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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iradeae · 5 years

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date: middle aries, 998 A.L.

location: the crystal city ( some bougie ass place )

status: closed to @cevenus

Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.

This false aristocracy, and Ysra among them — strangled within their company so often as she was, their thick white fur coats and tightly wrapped chignons ( always gilt, always golden ). A facade of perfection which they clung to, as if their chests did not conceal an abundance of decay and rot. And she found it disgusting, especially beneath a thick veil of fury. How tedious, to entertain them at a time such as this — as if the gamble being made of that harpsichord of lifelines, all laid precariously within Selene, was inconsequential. As if she were inconsequential, and she finds this especially hard to believe. How useless, this affair.

Yet, she sits aside Cedric — nothing coy, nothing sly in her eyes now. There is only a threat hung heavily with violent intent, viscous inclination ( and perhaps, a shade of drowsiness which is inevitable to the daylight, and dreadful functions such as this ). In response, the table is undoubtedly tense — rigid in the company of an angry goddess, all coiled up as though they were metal springs ( waiting to be released, held precariously in place ). No doubt on account of the way she grips a knife in between her fingers, twists it with casual, measured grace.

Cat goddess turns to Venus, half-lidded and well beyond any poise. “If I have to listen to them bait you for an invitation any longer, I think I’ll surely stab someone,” and an abrasive edge is unmistakably laden on her tongue, unabashed from menace. Especially as she gestures towards one mortal in particular, absent a sterling cuff-link in his sleeve as he was any shame. And she cannot help but notice its absenteeism as she watches his fingers deftly brushing against all edges of Cedric which are exposed to him — his thigh, the exquisite hands and star-seared waist. Without restraint and without reproach, until Ysra.

“Touch him again, I dare you. I won’t hesitate to cut your throat out on this very table.”

#❛ cedric.#❛ c. ( 02 )#wtf is this starter???#who knows its 1am i'm sleepy #pls love me regardless

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fletchingandnock · 5 years

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Was The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Ahead of its Time?

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is a 2003 film directed by Stephen Norrington, based on the graphic novel by comic book powerhouse and amateur Rasputin impersonator Alan Moore, is a film that I’ve always held quite close to my heart. As fledgling little hipster, I was enraptured by the films gothic aesthetic and ornate victorian design. However, what really made my heart race and my eyes sparkle, unblinking at the CRT screen until I could no longer process colour and shapes properly, was the premise: all these different characters, from all these different works of victorian fiction, all coming together to fight evil. The very concept of it was groundbreaking to me, and it made a young me chitter with excitement.

Despite this, and despite it making a $100,000,000 profit, the film was critically panned, Roger Ebert calling out the ‘inexplicable motivations, causes without effects, effects without causes, and general lunacy.”

As well as this, being made in the the cinematic dark age that was the early 2000s, it’s evident that a lot of the film just doesn’t hold up. The special effects are often laughable, and the acting is often off kilter, which is a shame considering how beloved the source material was.

However, looking back now, I can’t help but think that League was not an inherently bad movie, but rather a good idea executed poorly, or more to the point, executed at the wrong time.

Just five years after League was released, Marvel released their first self funded film, Iron Man, which I’m sure I don’t have to tell you was an unimaginable success, changing the entire film industry, not least because it was the start of something both creatively and financially incredible, that being the Marvel Cinematic Universe, a series of films featuring already iconic characters, set in the same world. I still remember the sensational feeling I had, and I’m sure many others had, watching Avengers in 2012, seeing these heroes finally meet and interact with each other, and it was the exact same feeling I had watching League as a child. And so I wonder, would League have been better recieved if it was made in the 2010s?

I don’t think I’ll blow anyone’s minds when I say that shared universes are hot shit right now, with many movie studios gawping green-eyed at Marvel’s unparamounted success, which has collectively made so much money that I’m looking at the number right now and I’m not quite if I can even read it. As such, so many studios and creators are scrambling to create their own shared universe, including but not limited to Universal’s Dark Universe, Sony’s Venomverse, the Cloververse, whatever the hell Ghostbusters 2016 was trying to do and of course, the DCCU, which I’m happy to report has finally made at least one good film.

So I ask you, why not a League reboot? Each character could have their own fleshed out movie based on the book they first appeared in, finally culminating in an epic united front against Moriarty or super Dracula or something. Well, if any of that tickled your fancy, well I’ve got possibly good but more accurately anxiety inducing news for you: there are rumours that Fox are planning an all-new, female-centric adaption of the graphic novel. Just rumours, mind, and of course, there are some worries that it will clash with Universal’s Dark Universe, which also features Dr Jekyll, the Invisible Man, etc. However, I really wouldn’t be worried, for two reasons: one, if 2017’s The Mummy was anything to go by, the Dark Universe will crash and burn like the Hindenburg, and two, I sincerely believe that in these times, there’s a far bigger market for a film about Tom Sawyer teaming up with a vampire to fight Kaiser Wilhem or whoever the villian will be than a film about Tom Cruise being useless for 110 minutes. Besides, we know damn well that at the very least, a Dorian Gray movie would be a success, because if Marvel and more to the point, Tumblr has taught us anything, it’s that the world loves a dark, bougie twink.

#theleagueofextraordinarygentlemen #film #movies #marvel #cinema

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eandthezs-blog · 6 years

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Voluntary Vocabulary #1

All the words I didn’t know but wanted to learn while reading: Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff.

1. “The baby was exigent.” p.7 - (adjective, formal)

pressing, demanding.

2. “So skinny, she was more eel than nixie.” p.9 - (noun)

(in Germanic mythology) a water sprite.

3. “Antoinette sent away for proselytizing tapes and listened to them with huge earphones and an 8-track beside the pool.” p.13 - proselytize (verb)

convert or attempt to convert (someone) from one religion, belief, or opinion to another.

4. “He loved the uselessness of all the effort, the ephemerality of the work.” p.20 - ephemeral (adjective)

lasting for a very short time.

5. “If her were near Gwennie, they’d already have exhausted every mode of intercourse he knew of, even the apocryphal.” p.24 - (adjective)

of doubtful authorship or authenticity.

6. “During the day, high clerestory windows shifted light one to the next.” p.28 - (noun)

the upper part of the nave, choir, and transepts of a large church, containing a series of windows. It is clear of the roofs of the aisles and admits light to the central parts of the building.

7. “She stood upon the balcony, inimically mimicking him hiccuping while amicably welcoming him in.” p.35 - inimical (noun)

tending to obstruct or harm; unfriendly; hostile.

8. “They had begun to accrete stories between them.” p.40 - (verb)

grow by accumulation or coalescence.

9. “The apartment in the West Village with its perfect garden, tended by that British harridan from upstairs, whose fat thighs, even now, were among the tiger lilies in the window.” p.41 - (noun)

a strict, bossy, or belligerent old woman.

10. “You know Kristina from our class? Inky hair and, well, zaftig.” p.51 - (adjective)

(of a woman) having a full, rounded figure; plump.

11. “What’s the word? Eldritch.” p.54 - (adjective)

weird and sinister or ghostly.

12. “Side by side, Arnie was the pneumatic before and Chollie the punctured after.” p.60 - (adjective)

containing or operated by air or gas under pressure.

13. “He felt a vertiginous awe.” p.69 - (adjective)

causing vertigo, especially by being extremely high or steep.

14. “...and Lancelot had twisted entirely around by the time his right shoulder hit the edge of the stair and he was looking at his ostensible pusher looming out of the dark cave mouth at the top...” p.99 - (adjective)

stated or appearing to be true, but not necessarily so.

15. “His footsteps rocked some locus of pain in Lancelot.” p.99 - (noun)

a particular position, point, or place.

16. “He couldn’t climb the stairs to the rehearsal space, and it would be an abuse of power to make his dramaturge carry him...” p.100 - (noun)

a dramatist; a literary editor on the staff of a theater who consults with authors and edits texts.

17. “A fillip of interest down in his always interested fillip.” p.104 - (noun)

something that acts as a stimulus or boost to an activity.

18. “So until my benighted bones knit themselves to a semblance of solidity, I shall exercise my right to intoxication and bile and mooning.” p.105 - (adjective)

in a state of pitiful or contemptible intellectual or moral ignorance, typically owing to a lack of opportunity; overtaken by darkness.

19. “He was ridiculous. Lugubrious and pretentious at the same time.” p.106 - (adjective)

looking or sounding sad and dismal.

20. “Most sensible epistemology I’ve ever heard.” p.110 - (noun)

the theory of knowledge, especially with regards to its methods, validity, and scope. Epistemology is the investigation in what distinguishes justified belief from opinion.

21. “’Medieval Madonna,’ he said. ‘In gouache. Haloed in gold leaf.’“ p.114 - (noun)

a method of painting using opaque pigments ground in water and thickened with a gluelike substance.

22. “‘Brank your tongue, witchy-wife,’ he said.” p.119 - (noun)

a torture device used on women who were found guilty of being noisy, prone to arguments or gossip.

23. “He’d visited his alma mater for a lecture, and the dean had stood and, among other encomiums in his introduction, mentioned that Lancelot’s family had donated the dormitory to the school.” p.121 - encomium (noun)

a speech or piece of writing that praises someone or something highly.

24. “If there was perfidy, it had the stamp of Antoinette all over it.” p.122 - (noun)

deceitfulness; untrustworthiness.

25. “He regarded Lancelot for a caesura and finally relaxed into an off-kilter smile.” p.124 - (noun)

(in Greek and Latin verse) a break between words within a metrical foot.

26. “Leo walking to dawn over the cold seabird ocean, the fresh berries and goat-milk yogurt for breakfast, the tisanes of his own herbs, blue crabs in the black tide pools, going to bed with the whipping winds and rhythm of waves against hard rock.” p.125 - tisane (noun)

an herbal tea.

27. “Perhaps his rangy body had finally gotten the exercise it needed, especially in light of his enforced celibacy.” p.131 - (adjective)

(of a person or animal) tall and slim with long, slender limbs.

28. “Last light of day flaring through the window, illuminating the pellucid skin, the fair eyelashes.” p.137 - (adjective)

translucently clear.

29. “In the deep night, the ice had descended, coating the fields and trees as if in epoxy.” p.141 - (noun)

an adhesive, plastic, paint, or other material made from a class of synthetic thermosetting polymers containing epoxide groups.

30. “Like a mountaineer, he grimped his way hand over hand back onto the porch, into the house, and lay exhausted on the floor, breathing heavily.” p.141 - grimp (verb)

climb.

31. “He met the boy at the kitchen door, silently opening it to him, and though there was an unspoken interdiction against their touching, Lancelot couldn’t help himself.” p.144 - (noun)

the action of prohibiting or forbidding something.

32. “Go presses her ear to the side of the cave, and the lights illumine a chorus of diggers in hard hats who have emerged.” p.156 - (verb)

light up; brighten.

33. “Minerva garrotes Aphrodite with a laptop charger.” p.160 - garrote (verb)

kill (someone) by strangulation, typically with an iron collar or a length of wire or cord.

34. “And because the morning was glorious, brimming with chill wind and neon-pink bougainvillea light...” p.162 - (noun)

an ornamental climbing plant that is widely cultivated in the tropics. The insignificant flowers are surrounded by brightly colored papery bracts that persist on the plant for a long time.

35. “’She’s creating life itself, not just a simulacrum.’” p.165 - (noun)

an image or representation of someone or something; an unsatisfactory imitation or substitute.

36. “The phone made an ignominious bleep and died.” p.166 - (adjective)

deserving or causing public disgrace or shame.

37. “The traffic was terrible and he was nearly hit by a peloton of cyclists, three semitrailers, and a man driving a Segway in the dark.” p.172 - (noun)

the main field or group of cyclists in a race.

38. “He came into the bathroom in the middle of Mathilde’s ablutions and sat on the side of the tub.” p.187 - ablution (noun)

the act of washing oneself (often used for humorously formal effect).

39. “He is deformed, crooked, old and sere.” p.192 - (adjective)

(especially of vegetation) dry or withered.

40. “Light sparked at the edge of his eyesight, which usually augured migraines.” p.200 - augur (verb)

(of an event or circumstance) portend a good or bad outcome.

41. “Without compunction, he could roll his body on the sea of theirs like a dog rolls on fresh new grass.” p.203 - (noun)

a feeling of guilt or moral scruple that prevents or follows the doing of something bad.

42. “He counted a slow thousand after the last and looked to see the trail from the moon extruded out of the stopped water, the sand torn up in one long line.” p.203 - extrude (verb)

thrust or force out.

43. “He looked at her, beamish, teetering.” p.216 - (adjective)

beaming with happiness, optimism, or anticipation.

44. “She rode at the head of a shining line of black limos like the head raven in a convocation of blackbirds.” p.219 - (noun)

a large formal assembly of people.

45. “‘Yeah, well, Bridget is to dating Lotto the way a remora is to dating a shark.’“ p.224 - (noun)

a slender marine fish that attaches itself to large fish by means of a sucker on top of its head; it generally feeds on the host's external parasites.

46. “She felt the joy even through the tiny irritations, the sand flies that bit and the cold that soaked to her bones and the sharp stones on the Maine beach that split her hallux open like a sliced grape and made her limp back to the house they’d borrowed for their wedding day.” p.227 - (noun)

a person’s big toe.

47. “Their separate selves had elided.” p.228 - elide (verb)

join together, merge.

48. “Lotto, who was always as labile as a preteen, drove and, hearing a sweet song, burst into tears.” p.228 - (adjective)

liable to change; easily altered; of or characterized by emotions that are easily aroused or freely expressed, and that tend to alter quickly and spontaneously; emotionally unstable.

49. “Before her rose the Cranach diptych, Adam and Eve with the long thighs, tiny heads, huge feet cold at the knuckles.” p.228 - (noun)

a painting, especially an altarpiece, on two hinged wooden panels that may be closed like a book.

50. “Her car hit the culvert, brushed up the embankment, vaulted a barb-wire fence, somersaulted.” p.234 - (noun)

a tunnel carrying a stream or open drain under a road or railroad.

51. “The heifers had moved off, were watching from the shelter of wind-block lindens.” p.234 - linden (noun)

a deciduous tree with heart-shaped leaves and fragrant yellowish blossoms, native to north temperate regions.

52. “In the demotic, in the key of bougie, it’s the promise of love in old age for all the good girls of the world.” p.235 - (noun)

ordinary colloquial speech.

53. “Their body like knobby sticks wrapped in vellum.” p.235 - (noun)

fine parchment made originally from the skin of a calf.

54. “She went off to school and delighted in neatness, the pens with their cartouches, graph paper, the cleanness of orthography.” p.240 - cartouche (noun)

a carved tablet or drawing representing a scroll with rolled-up ends, used ornamentally or bearing an inscription.

55. “She went off to school and delighted in neatness, the pens with their cartouches, graph paper, the cleanness of orthography.” p.240 - (noun)

the conventional spelling system of a language.

56. “In the spring after her eleventh birthday, Aurélie came home and found her grandmother in déshabille on the bed.” p.240 - (noun)

the state of being only partly or scantily clothed.

57. “The boy who sold gas at Stewart’s, with his downy moustache and ability to pump for hours like a lonely derrick on the dry Texas plains.” p.242 - (noun)

a kind of crane with a movable pivoted arm for moving or lifting heavy weights, especially on a ship; the framework over an oil well or similar boring that holds the drilling machinery.

58. “...a semi-famous poet she and her husband had known from the city, who’d come up to visit her on an impulsive hajj of Lotto grief.” p.242 - (noun)

the Muslim pilgrimage to Mecca that takes place in the last month of the year, and that all Muslims are expected to make at least once during their lifetime.

59. “She felt ursine. Norwegian.” p.247 - (adjective)

relating to or resembling bears.

60. “American education being what it is, her teachers took her rococo sentences to be evidence of a prodigious facility with language that she didn’t actually have.” p.261 - (adjective)

extravagantly or excessively ornate, especially (of music or literature) highly ornamented and florid.

61. “Her uncle looked ill in the golden light, as if his skin were candle tallow, half melted.” p. 263 - (noun)

a hard fatty substance made from rendered animal fat, used in making candles and soap.

62. “In the kitchen, there was a fruit salad macerating in its own juices.” p.275 - macerate (verb)

(especially with reference to food) soften or become softened by soaking in a liquid.

63. “Something hot in her began to cool and, in cooling, began to anneal.” p.275 - (verb)

heat (metal or glass) and allow it to cool slowly, in order to remove internal stresses and toughen it.

64. “’An efficacious solution to all of your problems,’ he said.” p.285 - (adjective)

(typically of something inanimate or abstract) successful in producing a desired or intended result; effective.

65. “She began to run down the packed dirt lane in its blaze of white sun, her legs swinging good-bye, good-bye, to the ruminants in the Mennonite fields, the June breeze, the wild blue phlox on the bank.” p.286 - ruminant (noun)

an even-toed ungulate mammal that chews the cud regurgitated from its rumen. The ruminants comprise the cattle, sheep, antelopes, deer, giraffes, and their relatives.

66. “She began to run down the packed dirt lane in its blaze of white sun, her legs swinging good-bye, good-bye, to the ruminants in the Mennonite fields, the June breeze, the wild blue phlox on the bank.” p.286 - (noun)

a North American plant that typically has dense clusters of colorful scented flowers, widely grown as a rock-garden or border plant.

67. “When she modeled, she pretended to be the kind of girl who felt insouciant in bikinis, who was glad to show her new lace brassiere to the gaping world.” p.287 - (adjective)

showing a casual lack of concern; indifferent.

68. “She came downstairs to find that God had chewed the kitchen rug, had left a mess of urine on the floor, was looking at her with a bellicose light in her eye.” p.288 - (adjective)

demonstrating aggression and willingness to fight.

69. “She looked at him, the leonine hair with the gray temples, the magnificent forehead, the soft full lips.” p.294 - (adjective)

of or resembling a lion or lions.

70. “What people loved most about her husband was how mellifluous their own voices sounded when they echoed back.” p.306 - (adjective)

(of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear.

71. “For two weeks she perseverated, and at last she went to see him.” p.308 - perseverate (verb)

repeat or prolong an action, thought, or utterance after the stimulus that prompted it has ceased.

72. “He was on a hospital bed on the deck outside his apartment. All copper and topiary and view.” p.308 - (noun)

the art or practice of clipping shrubs or trees into ornamental shapes.

73. “It felt like a slow death of debridement, tiny constant bleeds.” p.327 - (noun)

the removal of damaged tissue or foreign objects from a wound.

74. “He’d left his money to a home for indigent mothers.” p.329 - (adjective)

poor; needy.

75. “’Chthonic,’ he said, booze letting loose the pretension at his core, which she still found sweet, an allowance for the glory.” p.330 - (adjective)

concerning, belonging to, or inhabiting the underworld.

76. “’Oh, you dirty autodidact,’ she said, ‘It’s pronounced Ser-see.’“ p.334 - (noun)

a self-taught person.

77. “During the years when Lotto felt as if he were getting to be good enough and secure enough, even when he was working constantly, his plays all being published, productions all over the country steadily increasing so that they alone provided a comfortable living, even then he was gadflied by this Phoebe Delmar.” p.334 - gadfly (noun)

an annoying person, especially one who provokes others into action by criticism.

78. “This character was always played in a terrifying mask, the fixity of which made the soft-spoken character all the more powerful.” p.335 - (noun)

the state of being unchanging or permanent.

79. “’I can tell you better than anyone in the world, much more than this bombastic self-petard-hoisting leech of a critic, that you are not overrated.’“ p.336 - (noun)

a small bomb made of a metal or wooden box filled with powder, used to blast down a door or to make a hole in a wall; a kind of firework that explodes with a sharp report.

80. “‘Ever bigger. Ever louder. Jostling for the highest perch in the hegemony.’“ p.342 - (noun)

leadership or dominance, especially by one country or social group over others.

81. “When Eschatology was performed for the first time, Phoebe Delmar loved it.” p.343 - (noun)

the part of theology concerned with death, judgment, and the final destiny of the soul and of humankind.

82. “And then she stood and walked into town, and stopped at the Caffè Aurora for cannoli and coffee, and was at Lotto’s room with two aspirin and a glass of water and the food when his eyelashes gave a little flutter and he looked up from whatever dream - unicorns, leprechauns, merry forest bacchanals - to see her sitting beside him.” p.347 - bacchanal (noun)

an occasion of wild and drunken revelry.

83. “Only a painting ripped from a glossy magazine, Andrea Celesti’s Queen Jezebel Being Punished by Jehu, the lady defenestrated and being gobbled by dogs.” p.349 - defenestrate (verb)

throw (someone) out of a window; remove or dismiss (someone) from a position of power or authority.

84. “There could be no second act in this little bed play of theirs, just a reprisal of act one, with the characters reversed, no thrilling, messy denouement, and frankly, she wasn’t at all sure what she felt about sticking her face in some other lady’s bits.” p.358 - (noun)

the final part of a play, movie, or narrative in which the strands of the plot are drawn together and matters are explained or resolved.

85. “Classical composition, three bodies in a dark room, one pouring some unguent from a vase, one sitting, one speaking.” p.362 - (noun)

a soft greasy or viscous substance used as an ointment or for lubrication.

86. “Naugahyde recliners; a bestiary of modern American life flashing on the television.” p. 367 - (noun)

a descriptive or anecdotal treatise on various real or mythical kinds of animals, especially a medieval work with a moralizing tone.

87. “Keeping the old dream moribund with these infusions of acting; the old self she thought dead still secretly alive.” p.385 - (adjective)

(of a person) at the point of death.

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