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burnt-cookii · 6 months
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I'm like a moth to a flame when it comes to cool CRK artists on Tumblr, so I wanted to say hi when I first saw your Stardust Cookie drawings :]
Your art style is really cool! I love your ocs! Oc x canon stuff is something I have a weakness for, it's half the reason I'm on Tumblr, really-
Anyway, I wish you luck on your endeavors for Stardust Cookie if you still haven't gotten him to come home yet, and I hope you have a great day, whenever you might read this!
:( ;´꒳`;): xhkvhci thank youuu hhh
I'm honestly horribly embarrassed by my crung oc x canon content lmao, but tumblr's been really kind to that kind of content for years so its also why i set up shop here too. hopefully i didnt jynx anything
thank you thank you againn :'> he hasn't come home yet, but i'm close to obtaining him! I wish you a great one as well ദ്ദി ˃ ᵕ ˂ )✦
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bones-n-bookles · 1 year
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@losech sent me some foraged shrooms with the jams and collar i bought from her and I tried making oyster mushrooms!! Spent years hating mushrooms but frying these until they were dry then adding a bit of butter and miso? With some furikake and bonito on top?? More butter in the rice? Game changer for fungi. Not slimey or weird tasting or feeling at all.
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1stargirlo · 1 month
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whatever she wants ♡.
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your boyfie luvs spoiling you with his money! and he doesn't care if he maxes out his credit card just by spending money on the stuff that you want to buy. he just wants to see his pretty girl happy, that's all. his love language is gift giving, so why not show his love to you by showering you with designer bags and red bottoms?
you're always whining about how he shouldn't give you this many stuff, even if it wasn't a special occasion. but he insists, who is going to stop him?
need your nails done? check, appointment is already made. you're craving oysters? the reservation is booked. want to be on the highest floor of a five-star hotel in singapore? prepare for the breathtaking view baby. your birkin bag is getting old? the order is at your doorstep. need a new tiffany and co bracelet? get in the car and lets buy you a new one.
honestly he knows every clothing brand that you like because he has a list of your wants and needs. whenever you say something like "this sundress is cute." or "these tory burch sandals would go with this, yeah?" he would instantly take note of it and buy it for you the next day. this man is tiring, but you absolutely adore him. not because of his money, but because of the way he treats you.
he treats you with full on royalty, as if you were his queen, in which, you already are. so, you can't help but give him your thanks to him for doing all these things.
"f-fuck baby, is this your thanks f'me..?" he dryly chuckles, slenders fingers slipping through your well styled hair, to which it was ruined by how tight he's gripping your fucking scalp. ouchie.
you nodded eagerly, sucking him off like your life depended on it. moans vibrated against his cock, letting his body jolt in absolute pleasure. he threw his head back, letting you have your way on his cock as it snuggles deep down your warm and tight throat. he can't help but buck his hips upwards into your throat, a stifled moan bubbling through his gritted teeth. a sweat rolls down his forehead, eyebrows knit together as he looks down at the gorgeous view of you being between his legs and sucking his cock to oblivion.
"ye'r such a slut y'know t-that . . . shit-" he hissed in pleasure, inhaling sharply before letting out a groan. your thighs rubbed together, trying to reach out for some friction for yourself while you gave your precious boyfriend a blow job. he lets out a string of curses and praises, murmuring something about how he's going to ruin your pussy after this, and it only turned you on further, feeling a wet patch on your victoria secret thong.
suddenly, you withdrew from his cock, watching a thin string of spit connect from his cock and to your glossy lips. you looked up at him teary-eyed, your plump lips turning into a small "o" shape as you let out shallow breaths. "what's wrong baby? dick t'much to take down ye'r throat?" he mocks, looking down at you with a sneer. how mean.
" 's okay sugar, daddy's gotcha . . . now c'mere," he pants, his pointer and ring finger beckoning you to crawl up his lap, and so you did. as you got yourself situated and comfortable on his lap, his cock occasionally rubbing against your soaked panties that was desperate to be fucked like a useless glory hole. his hands move under your skirt, pulling down the thong away as it revealed your hungry pussy to his eyes. it was glistening with your slick, and he was definitely going to have a field day with this slip 'n slide.
"you're so wet f'me, and all jus' by suckin' my dick." he chuckles, gripping your hips firmly and lifting it up with a subtle movement, just enough to feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your puffy 'n needy clit. you let out a short gasp, taking a hold on his shoulders as you looked down at the lewd scenery below you. "aht, aht sugar . . . look at me," he gently slaps your ass, bringing back your attention to him and looking at him directly. he murmurs a low "thereee we go." before sliding you down his cock, a high-pitched yelp eliciting from your lips.
his cock slides in further, deeper and deeper until you feel his cock fill you up to the hilt. you're now basically cockdrunk, and he hasn't done anything to make you be in this position yet. you babbled how he's "too big" and that "you're full" but he could only watch in awe. "shh, shh, look how soaked your pussy is . . . look at how easy it just slides in, aand out." he huffs, moving your hips with ease as the base of his cock slips in and out of your pussy, erupting a lewd squelch.
"now c'mon baby, show me how really thankful you are f'me . . ." his hands now let go of your hips, making you fully sit down on his cock as your pussy warms it up. your lips tug a small pout, his hands being placed behind his head as he raised a brow. his expression already spoke volumes on what he was going to say, so you tried your best to lift up your shaky hips and thighs as you worked your way into riding his cock.
let's just say he had to do most of the work later on :(
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cosmicwhoreo · 7 months
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Realistically, he'd be none the wiser to the drama going down between Either Abalone or Lord Oyster. Mostly because he considers their dramas not to be any of his concern. At best, they can be used to mock them both for. But, if he was; He'd find it absolutely entertaining to watch the train wreck unfold before his eyes. Both from a sadistic standpoint and a industry leader standpoint, as the destruction of both houses dealing in oceanic industry means more for him to take.
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renxholics · 1 year
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❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ! ❞
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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞
﹟riddle : leona : azul : kalim : vil : idia : malleus : x gn!reader. cw indirect kissing. snippets of having indirect kisses with you, their crush. however, you may seem a bit oblivious… or did you do that on purpose? mutual pining, not established relationship.
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༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎perhaps you should of learnt your lesson, but you sometimes learned things the hard way, like never taste testing one of Riddle’s sweets, for example. banging on your chest you let out a few coughs as the burning sensation got worst and worse by the second, tears prickling your eyes as you reach for the cup of tea on the table. “so delicious…” you lied through your teeth as you swallowed it all down with one big gulp, hoping your sense of taste would return within the next few days. you really should of learned after the oyster sauce fiasco that Riddle had no idea how to cook, and that even if he looked so happy offering you something he made, you shouldn’t of eaten it. he just had such a proud look. “i just think that maybe,” you wheezed out, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes, “you may have mixed up the sugar or added something with a bit too much spice.” you cough again, trying to smile as you finally manage to look at him. his face was red but no angry words or disappointed words spew, only him bringing his arm to cover his mouth as he cast his gaze from the cup in your hands to you, then towards the ground. “r-right! i’ll make sure to double check next time…” he stuttered, in the tiniest whisper, “prefect.”
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ sighing, you cross your arms and shake your head as you glare down at Leona in the middle of the greenhouse. his upper half leaned against a tree as he raised his arms behind his head, yawning and opening his eyes. “if you want me to head to class then try doing something that will motivate me, herbivore,” he mocked, clearing enjoying your frustration. as you rub your temples you take a second before an idea strikes, grinning at him as he quirks his brow up at you. “do something to motivate you? well then, hopefully this is motivation enough,” you concede to his wish, brushing your fingers against your lips, pressing a kiss onto them. kneeling down between the legs of lazy lion, you press your fingers against his lips as a cheeky smile forms on your face. “do a good job this week and i’ll give you a proper one next time.” you said with a wink. growling, he tried to grip at you but you bounce back up too quickly, running off laughing to yourself.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ savoring the bite of your chicken you enjoyed every last bit of it as Azul watched with a gentle smile, him enjoying the way you looked while eating his cooking. it wasn’t everyday someone could eat food personally cooked by the head of the monstro lounge, nor exactly be served by him, so please, take the hint already prefect! “it’s delicious, Azul. have some with me, won’t you?” you casually asked, turning to face him as you twirled your fork around the noodles, stabbing a piece of chicken and blowing onto it to cool it down. although your actions were presumably innocent, Azul felt himself short circuiting as his face flushed against his will at the mere thought of you feeding him, not only that, but using the very same fork you had eaten from. really, how scandalous you were, prefect. with one hand underneath the fork, you raised it to his lips, “say ahh,” you smiled expectantly as he finds his mouth opening before his mind could process anything, the fork entering his mouth as you pull the fork back, twirling it already for your next bite. “prefect!” he tried to respond but only uttered gibberish as you continued eating, enjoying his reaction. “i’m glad you’ve finally taken a break, even if you’ve combusted.” you whisper to yourself as a little giggle escape your lips.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “it’s like grim, but nicer,” you commented in awe, petting the magic carpet which nuzzled against you. you weren’t sure who was more like a puppy, Kalim, or his magic carpet. “come on now, i’m gonna fall over!” you half heartedly chastise as you press a kiss onto what you assume to be the head of the magic carpet as it looped around happily in the air, all the way back over to the scarabia dorm leader, nuzzling into him. “grim is pretty fluffy and cute too!” he responded, laughing and feeling tickling from the happy carpet. similar to a cat, the carpet nuzzled it’s head where you kissed against his lips, head butting him. “maybe it wants a kiss from you, too,” you conclude, kalim eager to give him one. “i wonder, does that count as an indirect kiss? i hope it does…” he heard you muttering to yourself, barely catching it. it seems the carpet acted just like it’s master, in both carefreeness and expressing it’s love. in an instant, you felt yourself swept off your feet in between kalim’s arms as you were up in the air once more, being taken for another ride. “prefect, it definitely counts!” he cheerily responded to your muttering before giving you a direct kiss with the starry night sky and carpet to witness.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Vil’s hand was slightly cool as his long and delicate fingers grasped at your chin, tilting it upwards at him. you tried to avoid squirming in your seat from close proximity as he brought his face to your’s, expertly applying bright red lipstick to your lips. “you should be lucky, spudling. i don’t normally share my makeup with others.” he huffed, backing away and finally allowing you to look in the mirror. you had to admit, you looked amazing with your makeup done, he even did your nails earlier just for you. “thanks! it looks perfect, just like you,” you praised, thanking him before heading on out to do your daily chores. popping out of seemingly nowhere, Rook clapped and beamed. “merveilleux! i assume it was on purpose, was it not, Roi du Poison?” the huntsman asked, giving his dorm leader wearing the same bright red shade of lipstick a knowing look. it really isn’t everyday or nearly ever he shares his personal makeup. “i have no idea what you’re assuming.” Vil laughed in response, packing up his makeup as a little smile tugged on the corners of his lips. maybe now other’s would realize you’re not available to flirt with when you have him already marking you as his.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “take a second, pause, breathe,” you scold, wiggling one finger back and forth with one hand as the other pulled your lollipop away from your lips, shoving it into Idia’s agape mouth. “nothing bad is going to happen, we can figure a way to finish this event before midnight,” you continue, stretching your arms as you make your way back to your chair beside Idia’s, taking a seat and pressing away at your keyboard, rearranging your party for optimal speedrunning. as you tried to review your account setup, the blue haired dorm leader’s mouth finally shut as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. his face flushed and matched the color of his fiery hair as he tried to stutter out a coherent sentence, failing each and every single time as he watched your every single move. “alright, done. i’ll do all the healing, shielding, and buffing. you just focus on damage, okay?” you ask, spinning in your chair as you turn back to Idia who was still stuck like a deer in headlights. raising a brow, you snatched your lollipop back out from his mouth and put it back into your’s. “as cute as you look right now, there’s no time, we’ve got less than twenty minutes. i want my event loot real bad right now so let’s leave the teasing you about this and maybe asking you on a date later… depends how you do.” you teased, giving a little wink.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “you like ice cream, tsunotarou?” you ask as you tilt your head in the direction of your favorite dragon fae. “indeed, child of man…” he begun, explaining his like for the tasty dessert. taking one more nibble out of your ice cream cone, you hand it over to him as he watched you quizzically. “here, you can have the rest! i’m full anyways.” you offer, trying to find a napkin on your person. Malleus’ eyes widened momentarily at your bold offer, he couldn’t recount anyone else offering him something they ate out of before. taking the cone out of your hand he had a small smile adorn his face. you were always so interesting, the way you never feared him but even shared with him. handing you his handkerchief in return for the ice cream, you thank him with a smile and encourage him to take a bite, to which he does quite gracefully. “it taste better than normal..” he commented as you wiped your lips, grinning. “eating with friends is always better! i’ll bring some more next time. and ah, just don’t tell Sebek about this, he might try to fight me over getting to have an indirect kiss with you first,” you joked. “indirect kiss?” he replied with a knowing smile. if you wanted a kiss, you could always just ask directly, child of man.
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miabebe · 9 days
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The Legend of The Sea |Epilogue |
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"You're crying? You must be turning human, the MerFolk don't cry."
"Of course we do. Why do you think the Sea is nothing but salt?"
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × reader
Genre: Heavy Angst, Romance, Implied smut
Word Count: 4K
A/n: It's finally here! I felt the angst level in the original fic was too high I wanted to give some closure but also maintain the bittersweet nature of their story so I tried my best, I hope its a satisfactory to you guys!
Read the fic here first!
3 months later.
Seungcheol stared at his reflection in the water.
Dark hair toussled messily in the wind, dark circles stark under his eyes. He hadn't slept in days....he couldn't.
Every time he closed his eyes he would go back to that night in his room.
You taking a step back and then another.
Your hair fluttering in the wind of the sea.
Your eyes, when you looked at him for the last time.
He just couldn't get it out of his head. The scene would play over and over and over in his head, as nightfall would turn to daybreak, forcing him out of the confines of his room, forcing him into court, forcing him into his role as King.
That was the unfortunate thing about being one - Seungcheol didn't have the time or the luxury to wallow in his own sorrows. He had a kingdom to look after and people to protect. That meant everyday, he had to be a leader, he had to be the bravest man in the nation. It was only in the darkness of his room, standing before the window, taking in your lingering scent and the echoes of your words that he was his true self - a broken, broken man.
If there was any place that could offer him even a sliver of solitude, it was here, at the seacave. Seungcheol didn't know why he found himself here so often. Even though it was the waters that so cruelly took you from him, perhaps being close to the ocean made him feel close to you. Or perhaps because sometimes, the sea would take pity and wash up little somethings from your life onto the shore - your favourite sea weed, or the rare sea flowers you loved to talk about or those pretty pearls in the oysters.
Over the days, Seungcheol had been collecting those little tidbits, filling the cave with signs and memories of you. He had moved your favourite dresses, your favourite books, everything precious to you that was left in his possession out here. This was his haven, his sanctuary - his last reminder of you. His castle and the men in his court were unfortunately not gracious enough to entertain Seungcheol's misery - they needed him to leave you behind, needed him to find a queen, a political alliance that could strengthen the kingdom. Yet another reason Seungcheol often found himself in the presence of the ocean - even though it was taunting, it was where you belonged and where he freely belonged to you.
Today too the ocean is mocking him not so subtly, as Seungcheol's eyes fell on a little something that washed up on the shore, something he was actually quite familiar with - your seashell necklace.
Many months ago, right here, around the time day blended into night, you met him, speaking urgently. You rambled about some mission, something you had to do, something he had to help you with. Handing him this very necklace, you told him one day you'll come to Land like a blank slate and asked him to return it to you when you felt most lost - you said that it would remind you of what you needed to do when the time came. Seungcheol did not understand at all. It didn't matter though, all he had to do was just help you however he could. Your mission was his mission.
Bending down, he picked up the necklace, wondering how exactly it aided you. He had been noticing changes in you for a while by the time he returned it to you. You were asking more questions about the ocean, you were more quiet, lost in thoughts, lost in a battle with yourself. Seungcheol knew he had to let you figure things out, that's what you told him and that's what he did. By the time he came from war, the way you held onto him when he finally recovered told him something had drastically changed. Before he could even attempt to fathom what it was things had escalated - his father died, you were jailed for an assassination attempt and Seungcheol was forced to become king to free you.
Maybe if he hadn't let you go, you'd still be there, not beside him but at least he'd have the knowledge and the surety that you were okay. But Seungcheol couldn't bind you like that, he couldn't strip you of the one thing you valued the most about being in the ocean - your freedom. He had to let you go, but he didn't think you'd have gone this far away from him.
"She always manages to find a way doesn't she?"
Seungcheol stumbled back at the sound of a voice, completely taken aback. Before him was a woman who was definitely old but didn't seem it - she had a staff in one hand, and had donned clothes that made her look like she was in the waters though she was clearly floating above it. It was an apparition......this was magic - that meant she was a woman of the sea.
"The Sea Witch." She corrected his thought, pointing. "And the owner of that."
Seungcheol glanced at the necklace in his hand. "This is Y/n's."
The old lady let out a laugh, shaking her head. "I told you, she's a smart one that one. Always a step ahead, even of me." As she floated closer to him, Seungcheol did not take a worried step back. "Your lovely Y/n, she was an apprentice in my practice, all members of the Royal family are bound to work under me to understand sea magic-"
"Royal family?" Seungcheol blinked hard and fast. "Y/n.... she's....royalty?"
"Strange isn't it? Neither did you know you were in love with the youngest princess of the Sea, neither did she know she was in love with the only Prince of the land. Things would have been so different had you both known....."
"I don't understand." Seungcheol rubbed his head. "What do you mean?"
"Do you know why Y/n came to land King Choi?"
"I figured it was to kill my father-"
"The king." She corrected. "Y/n's mission was to kill the king. Did you ever wonder why?"
"I pondered about it day and night. The only explanation I could think of was...." Seungcheol recalled that fateful day. "It has something to do with my father setting sail."
"Indeed." She confirmed, making Seungcheol's heart sink in his chest. He knew that was a bad idea, he had voted against it. And with each word of the story that the Sea witch proceeded to tell him, it only made it worse.
"So...." He tried to process everything that had happened. It all made sense and also didn't at the same time. "Y/n had to kill my father or me to get back her kingdom. How did you or anyone think she could have done that without her memories? How could you expect that-"
"Was she not nearly successful King Choi?" The Sea Witch smiled knowingly. "Did you think the Hwangs would set her up to a mission that she could easily fulfill? Their plan was to tie her ancient sea magic, to ensure that she would fail in all ways possible, but your woman..... she's a warrior. She's one of the finest battle strategist the sea has ever seen and she had cleverly planned everything in her favour. That necklace...." She chuckled looking at his hands. "That is one of my most prized possessions, something she knew I would help her in exchange for and so she planted it with you and used it when the time came. She always finds a way King Choi, you see how its reached you again? How she sent me to you?"
Seungcheol stared at the seashell pendant. He had just thought of it as a pretty reminder of where you were from. He didn't know it was your secret weapon. That there was so much to this.
"And what do you want in exchange for it?" The Sea Witch stepped ahead, mistaking his wandering into the past as hesitance. "What is it that you want?"
Seungcheol let out a sad chuckle. There was only one thing he ever wanted.
"You can't give it to me." He held out his hand, returning the necklace to its rightful owner. "You can't bring her back."
"But I can."
The crashing waves were not louder than the racing of Seungcheol's heart against his chest.
"Only the dead can't be brought back King Choi. The living just need to be moved around."
The living.
"That's not possible." Seungcheol shook his head. "I know how Sea magic works, she's told me before, you just told me! I saw the sea foam myself....." He wrapped his hand around shell, its sharp edge bleeding him over a wound that never healed. "How is it possible?"
"Because of that." She pointed at the crimson of his hand dripping into the golden sand. "The Sea works in mysterious ways King Choi; magic works in mysterious ways too. When Y/n fell into the Sea that day, so did the dagger, with your blood on it. Blood for blood. I believe the sea magic was satisfied."
Seungcheol felt a ragged breath leave him. "She's.... alive?"
"Barely."
The Sea Witch waved her staff in the air, making the waters rise like a screen, the evening light behind it projecting an image. It was you, sitting down somewhere on the floor, hugging your legs, softly rocking back and forth. Your arms looked a lot thinner than usual, cheeks sunken in, eyes tired and fluttered shut.
"The Sea might have spared her but the Hwangs didn't. The mission was to kill the king. Your father died a natural death and if it had ended at that, there was nothing to argue but unfatefully, before the completion of 100 days, there was another king." Seungcheol felt his insides turn. "She failed to kill you and so she wasn't deemed worthy of the crown. When Hwangs took over, their first order was to imprison her to avoid any rebellion from her side against the new kingdom."
The Sea Witch tilted her head at him, smiling sadly. "Strange isn't it? What you did to save her was what ended up being her downfall. Fate too works in mysterious ways." 
Seungcheol swore if fate appeared before him right now, he would crush it with his bare hands.
"I'll get her back." Never before did he feel the kind of determination coursing through his veins. The image of you slowly disappeared as the sea witch lowered her staff looking amused. "I'll save her no matter what it takes."
"Y/n doesn't need your saving King Choi. She went to prison willingly." Seungcheol’s lips parted in shock. "Taking into consideration that you became King only the night before a 100 days completed, the Council of the Sea offered her one more chance to go to Land and kill you. She refused. She said she would prove her worth for the throne in the Sea itself. Sure she's benevolent, loves her people and is loyal to her kingdom, but the fact is that she was simply not trained for administration - she was no match for the Hwangs and so the Council declined her claim to the throne."
You refused to kill him. Again. Even if meant saving yourself and everything you cared about. Seungcheol was determined to do whatever it took to get you back. Unite heaven and earth if it came to it. Bring hell from underground, whatever it took.
"Then I'll get her throne back. If that's what it takes to free, I'll do it. Even if it means war. I have been working on science that would allow us to breath in water - we'll set sail, we'll fight, we'll free her, I can do it."
The Sea Witch stared at him, at his pacing agitated self, his mind going mad with just one goal.
"Do you know how magic really came to the sea King Choi?"
Seungcheol blinked, taken aback by the irrelevant question but didn't show it. "The Kangs escaped into it with the spectre of magic....." His eyes focused on the staff in her hand, words faltering as he recognised it from the faint drawings in his old books.
"Escaped?" She laughed without humour. "That's hardly the word King Choi - it was an act of love." Seungcheol frowned in confusion as she continued. "Though both families were neck deep in war, of all the people in the world, the Prince of the Choi kingdom was deeply in love with the Kang Princess. It was his love that brought the spectre of magic to the Kangs, allowing them to hide from battle. It was his love that stopped the war, separated both worlds and ensured peace and it was her love that ensured her people survived. Its her love that still keeps them alive even after so many years."
Seungcheol felt like something stabbed him in his chest as he looked at the Sea witch, grip tight over her staff, looking older than time and in her eyes he recognised the look he always saw in his own - a pining, a fruitless longing for the ones they loved. It was her, she was the Kang Princess. "Their love saved the world, you cannot allow yours to end it King Choi. You cannot declare war between two worlds over a mere desire."
Every bit of hope that had risen in Seungcheol crumbled miserably. "Is there nothing I can do? How am I supposed to just sit still knowing she's not alright?"
"Forget her Seungcheol."
" I can't-"
"Listen to me," She urged urgently. "If you don't bring war to Sea, the Hwangs will eventually bring it to Land. There's a reason the people of the Sea do not want them on the throne - they don't care for anything before power. The only strength the Sea had over Land was magic, but now with people here slowly discovering it, with people like you letting your inquisitiveness take over, the Hwangs feel threatened. So I have a solution if you're willing to listen."
Seungcheol nodded.
"Relinquish your knowledge of the Sea and as King, give me permission to take the same away from your people. I will make a deal with the Hwangs - your memories in exchange for Y/n's freedom."
Seungcheol looked at her with hope. "Do you think that would work?"
"Do you think you can do it? Forgetting about the sea would mean, forgetting about her too. You won't remember anything about her, it will be like she never even existed." She looked af him sadly. "But she will be free and she will be home."
Not having even a memory of you? All Seungcheol ever knew was his love for you, if he forgot that, what would he be but a shell of a man? But if it meant you'd be free, that you'd be safe, what else could possibly matter to him?
Seungcheol didn't remember much of what happened after he nodded. He rememebered thick black smoke rising above the forest right from the castle, prompting him to immediately get on his horse and ride towards the fire. It was his library. He watched the guards pour buckets of water to douse the flames but unfortunately it only stopped after every single inch was reduced to ashes. As Seungcheol walked in the aftermath, he racked his brains to remember what exactly was in here and if it truly was valuable or not. Considering he could barely recollect what was here, he figured it must not have been too important and sent orders for the place to be cleaned and the room to be redone. After all, the new queen would need a space of her own.
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8 years later
It all began again the day you woke up on the beach.
The air was cool, the sand was hot; the seagulls were flying across the blue sky, the sound of the waves was like a beautiful melody – it was like a perfectly painted picture. It felt serene and pleasant and like home, like nothing could make this moment feel better.
Then you heard the laughter. A familiar, beautiful laughter and so this time, you didn’t hide.
Adjusting your red dress, you pulled yourself up to your feet, leaning against the big boulder and there you saw them, Seungcheol laughing at Kkuma as the little ball of fluff rolled about in the sand. The tightness that did not leave your chest the last eight years slowly began to unravel. There was so much happiness in his laughter, so much life in the way he chased his dog in the sand. It was like he had none of the pain that you were carrying for almost a decade.
Of course, he didn’t. The Sea Witch told you what happened, that he had given up all his memories of the Sea to save you. That he had given up all his memories of you. You knew that meant he didn’t pine for you the way you did for him all these years, but you didn’t think you’d see him so carefree. Something about the way your existence didn’t seem to even affect him sent a strange sadness rippling through you. Maybe coming here was a mistake. What if he had moved on? What if he got married and had a family? What if you returning made no difference to him? You could understand Seungcheol not remembering you but the thought of you not mattering to him anymore? You don’t think you could handle that; you should have never come here.
You took a step back and then another, pulling yourself away from there, pulling yourself away from him when you felt yourself knock into something that let out a small cry. You turned around to see a small boy rubbing his head vigorously, looking at you full of accusation. He looked young, like he was five or six, dressed in the finest of clothes, his hair windswept to the side. You got on your knees, meeting him at eye level to apologise when you felt yourself being knocked over into the sand by a familiar ball of white. Kkuma barked excitedly, covering your in wet licks, making you laugh, the pain in your heart slightly ebbing. Maybe not everyone had forgotten you.
“Kkuma never plays with strangers.” The young boy narrowed his eyes at you. “Who are you?”
You looked at him at a loss of words, when a shadow fell over you making you look up to see a silhouette against the sun. It's only when he crouched beside you that you could see all his features clearly - he's gotten a little old over the years but he still looks like Seungcheol. Your Seungcheol.
“You’re not supposed to be here. The beach is off limits.” He stated and you looked at him pointedly. Somehow, he understood the question in your eyes. “I’m not supposed to be here either but…. Something about the Sea keeps pulling me to it and I am the King so…”
You politely bowed, as one would to a King.
“I’ve not seen you around. Are you from out of town?”
You nodded. You didn't know what else to say to him. How could you explain the events of the last 8 years? Before you were taken away to prison the one thing you managed to do was get a hold of the Sea Witch's shell necklace and guided it to reach him with the little magic you knew. You knew it would bring her to him like it did to you, that it would offer him and explanation and a closure but the result of that ended up so much different than you had expected - you'd lost him in ways you didn't imagine.
After you were released from prison there was only one thing to do - get the Hwangs out of power. So you spent years assembling an army, figuring out the best way to crumble this empire when you received news that your sister was not in fact missing but hidden away by the Hwangs in an attempt to take over the throne. After you had successfully plotted and managed to break her free, even though the Sea Council deemed she was the best fit for the throne, the Hwangs did not surrender. Days and nights you battled, the sea was plagued with storms and horrifying events until finally one day, the hwangs fell from power, returning peace to the waters. It was only after you put your sister on the throne, made sure that the Sea was in safe hands that the Sea witch confided in you - once you gained the ability to breath on Land, you'd always have it - you could go back to Seungcheol.
And here you were, with him right before you, with nothing stopping the two of you from being together yet in his eyes, you were nothing but a mere stranger. You wondered if this was how he felt when he found you so many years ago, when you didn't look at him with an ounce of recognition. It must've hurt, like the way it was hurting now but it did not stop him from looking after you, guiding you, making you fall in love with him all over again.
"So you don't have a place to stay?"
You shook your head.
"Can you not speak?" The little boy quipped, earning a glare from the older man. It made you smile as you nodded. Things had not changed on Land.
Seungcheol eyes though wandered over you like he was trying to see through you, figure you out. They stopped at the shell necklace resting on your neck, one last gift from the sea witch before you left the ocean for good. On it engraved were the words,
"Till death do us part." Seungcheol read and you nodded, echoing his words. "Till death do us part."
He met your eyes and you wondered if be could see how much you longed for him, how much you missed him. His lips parted like he wanted to say something but was interrupted by the little boy standing in between, holding the pendant in his hand.
"Is this from the sea?" You nodded, making his eyes shine in excitement. "My father loves the sea, he thinks there's life under it! He keeps researching and studying about it everyday. Do you know? Have you seen life under the sea-"
Seungcheol pulled the child away from you, mumbling, asking him to play with kkuma who just refused to leave your side. You nearly smiled thinking about how Seungcheol somehow gravitated back to the waters but couldn't bring yourself to when the boy's words ring in your head.
"Father?" You looked at Seungcheol hoping he couldn't see how broken your heart was. Of course he'd moved on.
"I adopted him when he was really young. He was found abandoned at the steps of a church. He needed a parent and the kingdom needed an heir, so....." Seungcheol wasn't quite sure why he was explaining so much to you, a stranger. Something about the questions in your eyes just compelled him to.
"And the Queen?" Your fingers played with the sand, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"I don't have one." Seungcheol confessed. "I could just not bring myself to have one, I don't know why....."
His words trailed odd as he looked at you and that little smile dancing on your lips. God you were so beautiful, why did you make his heart clench like that? He cleared his throat, shaking his head.
"If you don't have a place to stay, you may stay in the Palace till you can arrange for you accommodation. I shall personally look after the necessities, is that okay?"
You nodded slowly as Seungcheol stood up, but this time when he held his hand to help you, you took it, with an unsaid promise to yourself and him, never to let go again.
You were going to make this man fall in love with you all over again. Just like he did.
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Alexei Navalny returned to Russia in January 2021. Right before he boarded the plane, he posted a film titled “Putin’s Palace: The Story of the World’s Largest Bribe” on YouTube. The video, nearly two hours long, was an extraordinary feat of investigative reporting. Using secret plans, drone footage, 3-D visualizations, and the testimony of construction workers, Navalny’s video told the story of a hideous $1.3 billion Black Sea villa containing every luxury that a dictator could imagine: a hookah bar, a hockey rink, a helipad, a vineyard, an oyster farm, a church. The video also described the eye-watering costs and the financial trickery that had gone into the construction of the palace on behalf of its true owner, Vladimir Putin.
But the power of the film was not just in the pictures, or even in the descriptions of money spent. The power was in the style, the humor, and the Hollywood-level professionalism of the film, much of which was imparted by Navalny himself. This was his extraordinary gift: He could take the dry facts of kleptocracy—the numbers and statistics that usually bog down even the best financial journalists—and make them entertaining. On-screen, he was just an ordinary Russian, sometimes shocked by the scale of the graft, sometimes mocking the bad taste. He seemed real to other ordinary Russians, and he told stories that had relevance to their lives. You have bad roads and poor health care, he told Russians, because they have hockey rinks and hookah bars.
And Russians listened. A poll conducted in Russia a month after the video appeared revealed that one in four Russians had seen it. Another 40 percent had heard about it. It’s safe to guess that in the three years that have elapsed since then, those numbers have risen. To date, that video has been viewed 129 million times.
Navalny is now presumed dead. The Russian prison system has said he collapsed after months of ill health. Perhaps he was murdered more directly, but the details don’t matter: The Russian state killed him. Putin killed him—because of his political success, because of his ability to reach people with the truth, and because of his talent for breaking through the fog of propaganda that now blinds his countrymen, and some of ours as well.
He is also dead because he returned to Russia from exile in 2021, having already been poisoned twice, knowing he would be arrested. By doing so he turned himself from an ordinary Russian into something else: a model of what civic courage can look like, in a country that has very little of it. Not only did he tell the truth, but he wanted to do so inside Russia, where Russians could hear him. This is what I wrote at the time: “If Navalny is showing his countrymen how to be courageous, Putin wants to show them that courage is useless.”
That Putin still feared Navalny was clear in December, when the regime moved him to a distant arctic prison to stop him from communicating with his friends and his family. He had been in touch with many people; I have seen some of his prison messages, sent secretly via lawyers, policemen, and guards, just as Gulag prisoners once sent messages in Stalin’s Soviet Union. He remained the spirit behind the Anti-Corruption Foundation, a team of Russian exiles who continue to investigate Russian corruption and tell the truth to Russians, even from abroad. (I have served on the foundation’s advisory board.) Earlier this week, before his alleged collapse, he sent a Valentine’s Day message to his wife, Yulia, on Telegram: “I feel that you are there every second, and I love you more and more.”
Navalny’s decision to return to Russia and go to jail inspired respect even among people who didn’t like him, didn’t agree with him, or found fault with him. He was also a model for other dissidents in other violent autocracies around the world. Only minutes after his death was announced, I spoke with Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya, the Belarusian opposition leader. “We are worried for our people too,” she told me. If Putin can kill Navalny with impunity, then dictators elsewhere might feel empowered to kill other brave people.
The enormous contrast between Navalny’s civic courage and the corruption of Putin’s regime will remain. Putin is fighting a bloody, lawless, unnecessary war, in which hundreds of thousands of ordinary Russians have been killed or wounded, for no reason other than to serve his own egotistical vision. He is running a cowardly, micromanaged reelection campaign, one in which all real opponents are eliminated and the only candidate who gets airtime is himself. Instead of facing real questions or challenges, he meets tame propagandists such as Tucker Carlson, to whom he offers nothing more than lengthy, circular, and completely false versions of history.
Even behind bars Navalny was a real threat to Putin, because he was living proof that courage is possible, that truth exists, that Russia could be a different kind of country. For a dictator who survives thanks to lies and violence, that kind of challenge was intolerable. Now Putin will be forced to fight against Navalny’s memory, and that is a battle he will never win.
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tom-at-the-farm · 3 months
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Mock oysters, oak maze gill, turkey tail
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yuurei20 · 5 months
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Ace Info Compilation part 9: Ace, Malleus and Trey
Malleus says that he is glad he came to NRC because he was able to meet an interesting person who is not afraid of him. When Ace asks if he is means the Prefect, Malleus responds that he also means Ace himself.
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This is possibly a reference to Spectral Soiree when Ace tells Malleus that the act of kidnapping 600 students and pretending to be possessed by a ghost as a form of entertainment was “not cool.”
Ace tells him outright that he needs to “PLEASE try to show some awareness of how overwhelmingly powerful you are. You’re THE Malleus Draconia.”
Lilia says he is surprised by Ace voicing a complaint to Malleus directly and Malleus observes, “Most students at school keep their distance. And rather a few of them flee at the sight of me. But not you. You spoke your mind openly and honestly, and without the aid of others.”
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One of Ace’s earlier interactions with Trey involves Trey convincing him to add oyster sauce to a strawberry tart, and then mocking him for believing it. We learn in a voice line that—much like how Cater invited Deuce to join the Pop Music Club—Trey has invited Ace to the Science Club, but Ace turned him down because it sounded boring.
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In a vignette Ace lies to Trey’s face in an attempt to learn answers to an upcoming exam saying that he he didn’t want to ask directly as all Trey would tell him to do is study. Trey offers to tutor him and Ace agrees, saying, “At least you’ll be a lot nicer of a tutor than Riddle.”
Ace causes trouble for Trey in another vignette where he asks Trey to bake a cherry pie for an upcoming Unbirthday Party instead of his usual cakes, inspiring other Heartslabyul students to start submitting requests as well.
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Ace insists, “But you’re a pro, Trey. You could improvise!…I know I’d love to have a different type of cake every time.”
Trey decides to let the first-years make their own cake. Deuce calls Ace out for complaining about Ace’s cakes but Ace assures him, “Trey’s a chill guy. It’d take more than that to get him mad. If he got made over that, he’d never be able to manage our short-fused housewarden.”
The first-years’ cake is a disaster, they blame Ace for the mess they make and Riddle threatens everyone with collars.
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Trey interrupts just in time with a proper cake for the party and says, “That’s why things are done in a certain, ‘samey’ way. Maintaining the peace is no easy task’ and Ace asks, “Uh, just to be clear, you ARE talking about baking, right? ‘Cause it sounds like you’re talking about the housewarden.”
Trey refuses to let any of the first-year students share his cake until they have eaten all of their own culinary disaster and Ace responds, “So much for Trey being ‘kindhearted and mature’.”
In a different vignette Ace tries to get away with brushing his teeth only once in the evening, contrary to a Queen’s of Heart’s rule, and Trey appears behind him to force him to follow through.
Trey lectures them on the importance of dental hygiene and Ace says, “My preschool teacher babied me less than you…you’re just some kind of weird dentistry nerd! I’m honestly freaked out by how into this you are.”
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Scaramouche x Reader.  Word count: 600. 
This is for an event hosted by @anantaru & @bluexiao​ 💖💖
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Scaramouche has this thing — you don’t know exactly what else to call it — where he can make even the most innocuous statement sound grating. It’s a phenomenon that could honestly use some serious study. Maybe it’s the pitch he uses, or how he always looks so smug when he’s flirting with you (gross), but it drives you wild. Not in an unhinged, sexy way. More like a feral-raccoon-hissing-when-you-come-across-it-in-an-alley-eating-trash sort of way. He must be into it, because he’s never made an effort to remedy this fault of his.
Case in point, the man looks you in the eye and actually says: 
“Enjoying the view?” 
He must interpret your silence as some sort of successful spell cast. Though he may not gloat verbally, his body language tells the story for you clearly. His chest is puffed up and he stands akimbo, grinning at you from ear to ear. You put your hands up, like you’re preparing to admit to the most heinous of crimes, further feeding his ego. 
“I was, actually, yes,” you confirm, much to his disbelief. What boldness! What tenacity! He’s probably thinking he needs to up his game, you can see it on his face. And then you finish your sentence. “So would you mind moving over to the right a little? I’m missing the sunset.” 
For further emphasis, you make a little scooch motion with your hands. Just some salt to sprinkle on the wound, ensuring it’s nice and seasoned. 
They say people experience grief in a plethora of ways. Some break down, unable to handle the weight of reality, whereas others lash out and extend their agony to others. Not Scaramouche. His is a cold grief, chilling you to the bone. He glares down at you and you feel more like the trash than the rabid raccoon in your earlier metaphor. Oh, he’s blushing too, from embarrassment or frustration, you couldn’t hope to discern which. You don’t need to know the specifics. 
What you do know is that he’s probably going to be sulky and moody the rest of the night unless you act fast. 
You rush to your feet, dust the sand off your thighs, and approach. Running on the beach is an awkward endeavor, but your fight or flight response makes it easier. Soon enough, you’re right in front of your dejected lover, who is refusing to make eye contact. 
You place your hands on his shoulders and move him over to the right a few paces. Then, you back up, making a rectangle with the thumb and pointer finger of both your hands in a mock kamera with him at the center. 
“And there we go,” you announce with a nod. “The loveliest sight I’ve ever seen. Yeah, I don’t think anything will outdo this.” 
The warm light of evening illuminates his features in a soft, flattering manner. This is paired with the gentle ocean breeze ruffling through his dark hair and his eyes that almost seem to glow whenever you approach. Waves crash behind him, a darker blue than the cloudless sky above. It’s beyond lovely. Had you been a painter, he’d make for the perfect muse. 
“... You really think so?” 
It’s when he leaves behind that prideful thing that you’re reminded of why you’re head over heels for him. While you admire both the oyster and the pearl hiding inside it, it’s difficult not to be somewhat partial to the latter. There’s vulnerability, and most importantly, there’s humanity. Glimpses of shimmers that are worth the trouble of prying open. 
“Without a doubt.” 
You hope he believes it too. 
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National Targaryens Family Vacation: Chapter Nineteen (Jace, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena x Reader)
A/N: last chapter before the endings 😩😩😩😩🥺🥺🥺🥺
Summary: It's Dare Night at Disneyland. Your last night at the hotel definitely proves to be one of the most interesting.
Word Count: 2,257
Inspiration Credit: @tinfairies
TW: profanity, innuendo, suggestive material, references to alcohol consumption
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When you get to the bowling alley after World of Color (which you had to constantly assure Luke was a really good show), you take your seats at the booth beside where your lane will be. You sit opposite Aemond, between Helaena and Luke. Aegon is opposite Helaena and Jace is opposite Luke.
You all immediately order food. Or rather, Momma Aemond does.
“Okay, we’d like,” he reads over the menu quickly before deciding, “A cone of fries, chicken tenders, macho nachos, cheeseburger sliders, and a cheese pizza,” he glances around at all of you, “I ordered appetizers, is that enough for all of you?”
Helaena pipes in, “I also want a veggie hand roll.”
“Ooh, California crunch roll for me,” Jace adds.
“Can I have the grilled salmon-”
“He doesn’t need the salmon,” Aemond says, slapping his hand over Luke’s mouth, “I think that’ll be everything other than drinks.”
Each of you gets a beer other than Helaena and poor Luke. He pouts and orders a chocolate milk. You see how sad he looks and sigh.
“You know, I’ll get a Coca Cola float please,” you ask, “No beer.”
He brightens up and smiles at you, “Aw, Y/N!”
“Save it,” you grin, “This was so our team has an edge on theirs. The more sober players, the better. Now our whole team is sober and they’ll all be drunk.”
Jace’s eyes widen, “Shit, she’s right!”
The boys frantically wave down the waitress, asking to switch to soda.
Helaena slaps you, “Nice work, dumbass, now they’re sober too!”
You shrug, “Look, Jace is our only real competition.”
“Ouch,” the Targaryen brothers gape at you, Aegon continuing, “Princess, you’re so mean!”
“Aeg,” you pat his hand from across the table, smiling in mock sympathy, “I’m sorry, but your bowling game is so fucking weak.”
“What about mine?” Aemond protests, “I’ve consistently placed third in all of our bowling outings-”
“Sucking less than three other people doesn’t mean you don’t suck.”
He gasps at you, turning to his brother, “She is mean!”
“I told you, man!”
Luke giggles at the whole thing, extending his chocolate milk to you, “Cheers to Y/N being mean!”
You extend your Coke float to clink it against his glass, “I’ll drink to that!”
After you’re all done with your surprisingly delicious meal (it’s bowling alley food, it’s definitely surprising), it’s time to start bowling. For the first round, the boys pull ahead, with Jace getting a strike. You, Helaena, and Luke groan.
“Okay, Jacey, my boy,” Aegon tosses an arm around his cousin’s shoulder, “The world is your dare night oyster. What are you going to do?”
Jace grins at you, “I dare Y/N to sit on my lap the whole time one of us isn’t playing.”
“Oh, come on!”
That might be the first time you’ve ever heard the Targaryen siblings say the exact same thing at the exact same time. You roll your eyes and walk over to your friend, sitting in his lap.
“You’re an idiot,” you laugh at him, wrapping an arm around his neck as he places his hands on your waist, grinning at you like an idiot, “Okay, come on, next round.”
This time, it’s your team who pulls ahead, with Helaena being the only one to get a strike out of the whole group. She looks at the boys and thinks for a minute. She looks around and grins at Aemond.
“Do your best impression of someone in the group.”
He thinks for a minute before walking over to Luke, wrapping his arm around him dramatically, batting his eyelashes, “Oh, Anakin, hold me like you did on Naboo!”
You give him a dirty look, remembering how you said that to the Anakin meet and greet character, “You dick.”
“Hey, guys,” Aegon says, holding two bowling balls by his crotch, “Check out the size of my balls!”
You all groan as he cackles to himself, extremely amused with his own stupid joke.
A few rounds later, you decide to continue Dare Night at the hotel. Of course, Aegon stops by Trader Sam’s and buys you all alcoholic Dole Whips. Obviously not for Luke though, who pouts and says he should be able to get one. You taste the overpowering rum in it, wrinkle your nose, and hand it to Aegon, making him giggle. He happily eats the rest of yours for you.
Luke reluctantly waves goodnight to all of you and heads off to his room, “See you guys in the morning!”
Back in your room, however, the night is just beginning.
“Y/N,” Aegon grins at you, “I dare you to,” he thinks for a minute, “Take off your bra. Right here. In front of all of us.”
You raise your eyebrow, “You know I can do that with my shirt still on, right?”
His eyes widen in what you can only describe as horrified disappointment, “Wait, what?!”
You unhook your bra, lower the straps, and pull it out from the collar of your shirt, throwing it at him, “Here ya go, bestie!”
“Not fair!” Aegon whines, “This is so fucking unfair, I thought I was gonna see boobies!”
You wince, “Oh my God, you’re not Steve Harrington, please don’t say ‘boobies’, even he stopped saying boobies!”
Aegon leans in really close as though he’s going to whisper something to you and just screams “BOOBIES” in your face, making all of you groan.
It’s Aemond’s turn so he turns to his sister, “I dare you to change you to comment on every single one of Daemon’s instagram posts with only the word ‘peg’ and an eggplant emoji.”
She grins deviously and pulls out her phone, typing away. You all know she’s actually doing it.
You turn to Aegon, “I dare you to put on the least sexy song on your Spotify playlist and do a striptease to it.”
Everyone snickers at the dare, wondering what exactly he’s going to put on. He scrolls through his phone before grinning slightly, settling on something. It’s fucking “Barbie Girl” by Aqua. You all burst out laughing hysterically. He swings his hips and tosses his shirt into some corner of the room before staring at you and smirking as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down, everyone cracking up again at the Mickey Mouse boxers he must have bought himself at some point on this trip. But you can’t help but blush when he comes and starts thrusting in your face like he’s fucking Magic Mike or something. You pull your wallet out of your pocket and stick a $5 bill in the waist of his boxers, making everyone start laughing again. He puts his shirt and jeans back on and sits down.
“You know that song actually is about sex, right?” Aemond points out, eating a Red Vine from the snack box Alicent must have left for all of you, “She quite literally says ‘undress me anywhere’.”
“Yeah, cuz you undress Barbies and dress them up,” Jace stares at him like it’s supposed to be obvious, “Duh, Aemond. Y/N used to undress all her Barbies and bury me in them.”
You turn to him and rest a hand on his knee, making him blush, “Jace, sweet innocent baby boy, that is so not what the song is talking about, I hate to break it to you.”
Everyone laughs at his bright red face, both at the revelation and at your pet name for him.
You check the time on your phone and your eyes widen, “Oh shit, guys, if we wanna do anymore rides tomorrow, we should go to bed. It’s, like, two in the morning.”
You all agree to go to sleep and continue Dare Night some other time. Aegon suggests you can all go to his frat house tomorrow night after you leave the park instead of heading back with Nyra, Alicent, and Daemon.
“Your frat house. And all those gross ass frat boys,” you raise an eyebrow, “No fuckin’ way, bitch, we’ll go to mine. In Westwood, where we can go to Boiling Crab and not get Hepatitis.”
“Oh my God, I love Boiling Crab,” Jace’s eyes widen in excitement as he speaks enthusiastically, reminding you quite a bit of a golden retriever, “They have one, like, a half hour from Stanford. Cregan and I go there all the time on the weekends. They have those lemon pepper fries-”
“Oh shit, those are the best,” you agree, “They’ve got that seasoning, and oh my God, the cajun fries!”
“That,” Aemond pauses, “That sounds pretty good, actually.”
“There’s one a block from my apartment,” you inform everyone.
Jace grins, “Yeah, we’re totally going to your place, not Aegon’s.”
Aegon pouts, “Mine’s a house! Therefore, mine is bigger!”
“That’s what she said,” you grin.
“That is what you will say,” he winks at you, making the others laugh at your embarrassed face.
“You’re a pig.”
He gets up in your face, making you think he’s going to do something idiotic, but he just makes a snorting noise. Like a pig. You burst out giggling, making him grin.
Everyone separates to get ready to go to sleep. Jace turns to you, smiling that adorable smile of his.
“W-would you,” he stutters, “I mean, o-only if you’d like, u-um, we-”
“Jace,” you say, taking his face in your hands, making his skin flush even redder, “You can ask me anything you want. I’m not going to make fun of you,” you pause, squinting at him, “I mean, unless it’s really fucking stupid. Then I make no promises.”
He scoffs, “Well, no one can ever say you’re dishonest.”
“That’s me,” you nod, grinning, “Now just ask me whatever it is.”
“Willyousleepinmybedtonight?”
Okay, you have no idea what the fuck he just said.
You tilt your head to the side, raising an eyebrow, “Okay, let’s try that again, but in English please, babe.”
“Will you,” he pauses, “Sleepinmybedwithmetonight?”
You sigh, “Jace, slowly please, I’m begging you, work with me here.”
“Will you sleep in my bed,” he lets out a sharp breath before looking up at you with those hopeful puppy dog eyes, “With me tonight?”
You smile at him, “Of course. Now, was that so hard?”
Even the tips of his ears are turning bright red, “Shut up, Y/N.”
You laugh and tell him you’re going to see if you can find a clean shirt to sleep in. He immediately offers you one of his track team shirts. You smile at him, thanking him for letting you wear it.
“You never invited me to any of your meets.”
He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck, “I thought you wouldn’t be interested.”
You frown slightly, “Jace, you mean the world to me. Of course I want to come to your track meets. Tell me the dates for the important ones when they’re announced and Aegon and I will drive up and watch you.”
He grins widely, pulling you into a tight hug, “That means everything to me.”
You hug him back, only breaking apart when the clock catches your eye. You quickly go into your and Helaena’s room to change into Jace’s shirt. She’s already out cold and has kicked the comforter off of herself, but is shivering. You sigh and tuck her back in yet again, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Love you, Hel.”
You turn out the light in the room and leave her to her sleep kicking and punching and talking.
Aemond is also already dead to the world, but his hair is nearly about to dip in some Dole Whip one of you (probably Aegon) spilled on the ground. You kneel down and move his hair back onto the bed, kissing him goodnight as well. He smiles in his sleep and absently, you wonder if maybe he’s dreaming of you.
When you go to Aegon and Jace’s room, they’re both awake and watching the next episode of their telenovela. Now, apparently, the evil mother in law has died but her twin sister has appeared from beyond the grave. Aegon waves at you sleepily.
“Rosalia is alive, apparently.”
You laugh at how into this they are. You go and give Aegon a hug goodnight, making him smile and kiss your cheek. Then, you go to Jace, who already has a spot ready for you. Aegon mutes the TV so whoever wants to sleep can do so. You snuggle into Jace’s chest.
“You look good in my shirt,” he says quietly, his chest vibrating with every word.
“Thanks,” you yawn, “Are you tired?”
“Kinda wanna stay up all night so I don’t miss a second of cuddling you.”
You laugh quietly, “That was so cheesy. I fucking love it.”
He moves back slightly and places a soft, chaste kiss on your lips, whispering, “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Night, Jace.”
Come morning, you’ll have to make a decision. Who do you want to be with?
They’re all your best friends and you love all of them…
Adorable, loyal Jace, your first kiss, one of your best friends who you trust more than anything?
Or romantic, brilliant Aemond, who wrote you a letter every year about how much he loves you?
Wild, crazy Aegon, who despite his past, has genuine, honest to God feelings for you and doesn’t hesitate to show it?
Or sweet Helaena, your best friend in the entire world who knows you better than you know yourself?
Or…
As Aemond said…
Maybe, just maybe…
The answer could be all of the above?
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zvezdacito · 1 year
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Convo with my mutuals from the other day led me to making a list of Twisted Wonderland characters who possibly have ADHD/are ADHD-coded and what their symptoms and traits are (featuring art from me cause i just pulled this from my instagram story lmao)🔥
⚠️ Obligatory disclaimer tho so that the 'you make everything ""normal"" about adhd these days to feel special' and anti self-dx people don't come after me😭
Do not used this list to diagnose yourself, do extensive research before going to a professional to get officially diagnosed. I have ADHD and this list is from my own experiences + what I've researched about it, but it won't be perfect nor apply to everyone as every person is different. And as will be mentioned later on, there are many other neurological conditions, such as autism, bipolar, and even schizophrenia, that on the surface have many similar symptoms to adhd depsite having different causes. Getting diagnosed right is important to receive proper treatment and advice for coping, so people who get misdiagnosed usually end up in worse places than before because they receive the wrong meds of follow the wrong advice. Unfortunately, in women it is common to be misdiagnosed with other conditions before adhd, and also vice versa. You need a professional to get officially diagnosed, but there isn't enough research on many of these conditions, and many doctors are shockingly ableist and irresponsible and just conflate and interchange these conditions with each other😭
And for the flip side of people reading this, be considerate to self-diagnosers and ppl who just want to have fun with headcanons. As you can see, getting officially diagnosed is insanely difficult if you don't have the stereotypical presentation or you are a racial, sexual and of course economic minority. Minorities who come forth and try to get diagnosed are more likely to be dismissed or accused of just lying or being too paranoid. And your fave characters being headcanoned as not neurotypical isn't gonna hurt anybody😭 They can still be intelligent, scheming, charming and handsome even if they have adhd or whatever condition. Many of these HCs are because we lack explicitly confirmed, respectful or positive representation in media
Riddle Rosehearts
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•needs rules and rigid structure, because without them he has no idea what choices to make and feels lost on what he should do
•hyperfocuses on work and duties usually related to these rules
•RSD, hates being criticized
•excessive talking and sometimes interrupts others, his impatience sometimes makes him not so understanding to the other party of the communication
•big dysregulated emotions, easily and extremely angered
•can be gullible and believe words literally like when he believed Trey's pastry recipe actually included oyster sauce (this isn't in the image but the way he implements rules can also be something that proves his black and white/literal thinking)
Azul Ashengrotto
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•RSD, goes out of his way to take preventive measures against things he thinks will make people mock and criticize him again since the feeling of rejection hurts too much
•seems to also have had big emotions and cried a lot as a kid, probably just masking now to look strong
•hyperfocus during board games
•takes time and lots of planning to be able to bring himself to start/do tasks, rarely goes into things without a plan or two (this is why ADHDers procrastinate a lot)
•likes doing multiple things at once using his many octopus tentacles
•bit of a stretch, but it is possible that some of little Azul's "big appetite" was just adhd boredom. For ADHDers sometimes feelings of hunger and boredom are mixed up, and we eat not because we are starving but because eating is something you can direct ur focus and energy through, which makes not bored while doing it. This is why some adhders overeat and have higher vulnerability to substance abuse.
(No one asked but minus the overeating his presentation is very similar to my brother's😂)
Kalim al Asim
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One of the characters people more commonly think of when someone brings up twst characters who possibly have adhd, because his and Deuce were probably written with the most purposeful intent to be based off that, and because they have the more 'stereotypical' presentation people default to thinking of
•very scattered with his thoughts, clumsy
•struggles to pay attention and concentrate
•hyperactive
•impulsive, doesn't think things through too much before deciding to go and commit to a project just because it seemed fun or exciting (he gets dopamine from the hype and fun basically). Despite it starting out like that he is genuinely passionate about the things he does
•emotional, easily excited or brought to tears
•gullible
•high empathy, strong sense of justice and always tries to help others
•if you look at this through the perspective of him having RSD, he also goes out of his way to take preventive measures from people getting mad or upset at him (form of rejection), by overcompensating with hospitality and gift-giving and other stuff
•didn't put this in the image but like Deuce he may also have issues with processing information
Deuce Spade
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•deuce tries his best to mask for his mom and be an organized model student, but is also clumsy and scatterbrained
•gullible, literal thinker
•impulsive, this is likely what got him into so many fights as a delinquent
•might also have emotional dysregulation, easily going into intense rages during delinquent days and sometimes even now when he forgets to mask it
•struggles with tasks that require too long and too much of thought, he says himself in Chapter 5 his strength is in resilience and stubbornness instead of thinking things through
•in this monologue he also mentions how 'even if he tries to think and read over and over again, it's still no use', meaning he probably has issues in processing information.
He can't absorb the information presented to him even if he tries to take it in over and over again, because the problem is not that he didnt listen its the typical presentation of information is inaccessible to ADHD and other ND brains. In chapter 5 Deuce accepts this about himself as not inherently a weakness but just something that is unique for him
•struggles to pay attention and concentrate too
•like many ADHDers Deuce probably has co-morbid dyscalculia
Malleus Draconia
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This one is admittedly more of a reach and self indulgent, because he's my favorite character, I have many similar struggles with him and I really like the AuDHD/ADHDtism headcanon of him. He is canonically more autistic coded.
> this is less of just adhd and more him being autistic with adhd
> I read that it is a common experience for autistic ppl with adhd to sometimes feel like they're contradicting their own wants, needs etc and not knowing why before finding out they also have adhd. Such as contradictions in wanting to stick to what is familiar to feel safe and regulated but also wanting to experience new things for the rush
> So kinda like Malleus being used to his usual routine and supposedly being somewhat fine with it staying that way for who knows how much longer, admitting in Glorious Masquerade he struggled to muster up the courage to change from it after so long and leave the Valley, but he still yearns for many new experiences and fun regardless so he's glad he chose to do it. Much like many AuDHDers solution of making small changes in routine from time to time to keep both conditions satisfied. Woah‼️‼️💯
Other than this Malleus also has:
•poor time management in planning how much time he wanders around and how much to prepare to go to meetings (he ends up missing most meetings)
•time blindness, which contributes to this
•easily spacing and zoning out
•instances of inattentiveness and distractability
•complains about being bored instantly in several voicelines if I remember correctly
•emotional dysregulation resulting in violent and intense anger affecting even the weather
•Impulsivity, not thinking through before he acts on things (Halloween 2☠️ there are several other instances of this but usually a character explains to him why it isn't a good idea and he should stop before he completes doing it)
Most of these are also presentations in autism so both can happen in a person and seem same from the outside, the difference in which presentation is which depending on the motivation/cause of it
TLDR🌟 Malleus usually needs his set routines and sameness for the calm and stability but also the thrills of new, fun and impulsive things from time to time for epic brain dopamine. He only learned and accepted that he also needs the second part later on cause he knew about his autism before his adhd👍
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Lastly, Floyd.
I know lots of people including me also headcanoned Floyd as an ADHDer. Tho looking at it more, outside of the superficial and stereotypical symptoms of being quick to boredom and emotional dysregulation, he doesn't really seem to struggle with organizing and doing tasks compared to the others listed.
In canon, he is more intended to be coded with Borderline Personality Disorder, which also affects one ability to regulate their emotions. BPD can be a comorbidity to ADHD, so that and the overlapping symptoms are probably what make lots of people headcanon him as ADHD
Tho Floyd may not be comorbid and have just BPD, the act of starting and doing tasks itself is not what's hard for him, but rather the emotions that affect what he chooses to do stops him from doing things and prompts him to decide on doing other things. And in general he just ticks off more BPD boxes than adhd
Tho there is no harm in HCing him as adhd. I myself hc him as that cause it's fun😎 Just that it probably isn't as intentional or there as many ppl think
Ok that's all I think🌟 Thank you for reading and if you have anything to add or think I missed anything/any characters feel free to tell me or RB this with it🔥 OK rambling over goodbye
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Do you have any Abalone headcanons to share? I really love him as well and I wish more people talked about him!!!
I'll admit, it was hard for me to choose whether or not to answer this ask or not! Mainly since, well, a lot of people don't like Abalone Cookie (and if people followed through in A Mermaid's Tale, you can know he's one hell of a bastard stinky man). For me, it's mostly a love-hate relationship with him, since I love how well-written he is as a villain and his design and voice, but I really, REALLY don't condone his actions and just glad he got his karma.
But I know some folks want at least a bit of content of him, since they also spotted my other Abalone pic I made before the update. Soooo, me being me, I can't turn down a fan!
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In a nutshell, my depiction of him is he is basically the Scourge Warrior Cats of the sailor Cookies (but he never will be like Scourg-eclair /silly /lh) who ever lived. He isn't like Pirate Cookie where he was born from a powerful god but became evil over the years.
If anything, he was once a sailor who started from nothing but ended up building his legacy from the ground up... at least until there wasn't the day he died.
Before the rise of House Abalone, Abalone Cookie didn't start from much. He was once a sailor who provided some money for his family, having to struggle with finances to provide food and home for his family, similar to what Lord Oyster went through.
His family life was not the best either. With his siblings often teasing him for being the weakest of the bunch, he was often picked on despite his hard efforts to make his family proud. The only source of comfort was his mother, who told him legends and stories of the seas, from Gem Mermaids to the Kraken, and was the one to provide some source of comfort. He lacked a father, so it was his grandfather who had to toughen him up to survive the hardship they were in.
However, all of that changed when the crew ended up with a situation. During a lunar eclipse, the ship was "raided" by some merfolk that appeared from the ocean water (because the merfolk weren't really raiding). He remembered how it was at the time: It was like a storm he's never seen. In an effort to keep all the members of the crew and the captain alive, he took action and fired at the mermaids with one of the harpoons, before hearing a shriek and seeing all the mermaids fleeing the the scene. He didn't capture a mermaid... but instead a golden coral.
By that point, the crew who used to see him as another sailor started to respect him. The hardships slowly subsiding as he began to build a reputation for himself as the brutish sailor to exist... or by the time he got older, the brutish captain of the ship.
However, the corruption only grew after his mother went missing and his grandfather passed away from old age. And unfortunately for his siblings, he disowned them - since they've done nothing but mock him despite his efforts - and made sure they were never seen in his sights again, leaving the Abalone family in House Abalone to be just a family of one.
By that point, as he grew more powerful and became increasingly richer, he decided to pass down his ideology. Those in his crew need to work like hell in order to gain his trust, regardless if strong or weak. If anyone was caught showing disrespect or broke any boundaries, he wasn't afraid to fight them. His grandfather had to toughen him up, so he did the same with his crew. If anything, no one wanted to start a mutiny for they fear his wrath. That was how scared his crew was of him.
He would have everything he ever wanted. A legacy, a powerful empire that was called House Abalone, a reputation that can't be topped, and any of the houses in the republic would rely on him, including House Oyster. House Abalone was basically powerful at the time (at least until the events of A Mermaid's Tale where his greed made it all crashing down).
It's stated in-game that he saw himself in Lord Oyster. He knew what it was like to be seen as the runt, especially since House Oyster was in the same situation as he was in.
I also imagined he had a romantic partner too, but said romantic partner ended up a widow when he died (I might show the OC if people nag me about it).
...By the time he died, he ended up a ghost, corrupted by his own greed and forever bounded to the depths of the ocean, forever haunting the sailors who dare try to take his treasures. Legends say that one can always tell that it's his ghost by his cackling, and the appearance of a brute.
This can pretty much contrast how Pirate Cookie was. Pirate Cookie was the fire, where he loved his crew dearly and was able to at least carve his own path. Abalone Cookie, unfortunately, was the ice as he followed his wrath.
OH and lil' song playlist bonus:
This specific bit from Ren's "Money Game Part II."
King - Florence + The Machine
The Water's Fine - The Family Crest
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cosmicwhoreo · 8 months
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Regarding my Abalone-
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I swear that mother fucker gets a new design to 'em every time he's brought up... I MEAN- WHERE DID THE COAT COME FROM???!! I am still surprised at the appearance of this Abalone, and how he seems to have a similar dynamic with oyster i mean- wow???
SO yeah, new, edited lore for (now) Nacre Cookie is that he is (still) the elder brother of Lord Oyster. A shining example of what his family is expecting him to be, a well-renowned merchant and anti-pirate war machine. Even going on to father his own house. Lord Oyster is constantly being compared to him and is pressured to do just as well by their family. Which is why he sticks close to Abalone Cookie, hoping to get the ropes and become like his brother. Nacre doesn't really much care for Abalone. Finding his open and unapologetic greed and brazen attitude amusing at best and annoying at worst. Openly mocking him in his usual passive-aggressive and posh demeanor that seems to fly RIGHT OVER Abalone's head sometimes. And Abalone tries to avoid the older brother when he can. There's something in his eyes that spells danger whenever he sees him.
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Today, on November 10th, 1978 - Queen Story!
"Jazz" album released in the UK
👉 The seventh studio album
➡️ 12/12/1978 - Circus Magazine
🔸In praise of ‘JAZZ’
The boys conjure up a bizarre junket by Mark Mehler
On Bourbon Street, in the heart of New Orleans’ fabled French Quarter, the sign reads, “Bob Harrington-Chaplain of Bourbon Street.” Upstairs, the freelance minister administers to the wicked minions below, while across the street, the Hotsy Totsy lounge features naked women parading across an oak bar from dawn to dusk, and next door, the “X-rated Shop” specializes in scatological posters and joy sticks.
This is Freddie Mercury’s favourite American city, where the Mississippi ends its majestic flow and zealots with big dreams fight a losing battle against hustlers, procurers, and all purveyors of sleaze. It is Freddie Mercury’s favourite city because the lead singer and bucktoothed front man of Queen is, above all, an actor. And in New Orleans, anyone can be anyone they want to be. Tonight, October 31, 1978-Halloween-Freddie Mercury and Queen have flown in 80 reporters from the U.S., Europe, Latin America and Japan, to see a show and be a part of a show at the same time. The third concert on Queen’s 28-city U.S. tour is in the ornate Civic Auditorium. Above the stage are listed the names of the mighty: Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Cellini, Durer, Gounod. Out of the soft blue and green lights and smoke, Freddie Mercury struts like a rooster, striking ballet poses, under an astral guitar blare that neatly skirts the sharp edges of rock & roll. The melodies are undistinguished, but the constant tempo changes of “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “We Will Rock You”, keep an audience awake for nearly two hours of uninterrupted music. The lighting show is one of rock’s most ambitious. Eerie purple lights shine out over the heads of the audience, making their hair seem cloudlike and inanimate. At the midpoint of the show, a smaller stage is lowered from the ceiling and 400 lamps meld into the sheer white plane of curtain light. Freddie is a whirling dervish, dominating every corner of the stage.
“Some people call this song ‘Spread Your Legs’, he tells the audience, introducing ‘Spread Your Wings’. “And I like it that way”.
Starting out in black sequins, he comes out for the first encore bedecked in orange hot pants, dancing around like Peter Pan. For the second encore he’s wearing a revealing, white body stocking. As he wails ‘We Are The Champions’, his voice warbles with mock emotion, and he grasps the microphone for support. At the apex of the triumphant denouement, the top executives of Elektra Records, who have sat smiling throughout the show, arise as one and walk out. Moments later, the show closes with a taping of ‘God Save The Queen’. Body and soul spent, Freddie ambles off stage, drained and spark-less. But Halloween night in New Orleans has just begun.
Back in the ballroom of the Fairmont Hotel, over 400 people have gathered to await Queen and much on a sumptuous table of hors d’oeuvres, such as Oysters Rockfeller and Shrimp Creole. A Dixieland band plays uninspired jazz jingles, until, shortly before midnight, the Olympia Brass band comes marching through the hall accompanied by Queen-the mercurial Mercury, the winsome Brian May, the puckish John Deacon, the velvety Roger Taylor. Suddenly, like a giant circus orchestrated by a deranged ringmaster, a legion of strippers, vulgar fat-bottomed dancers, snake charmers, drag queens, and bizarrely festooned revellers, begin to strut their stuff before the assembled masses. Freddie Mercury is besieged by hungry autograph seekers, groupies and fame-worshippers. People begin shielding their clothes, as an ever-imaginative photographer snaps Freddie signing the bare backside of a willowy transvestite. Freddie begins sucking on his giant overbite nervously, and by 2 a.m., he is mercifully gone. Brian May, who seems to be the true organizer of the night’s carnival, is cornered by persistent Japanese newshounds. “It’s wonderful,” he keeps saying. “It’s so nice to be back.” As the evening wears on, epicene men and butch women act out charades of power that would have embarrassed Hemingway. Three obese black women in g-strings do a pathetic bump and grind, and another female participant amuses a small gaggle of onlookers by putting a cigarette in an unlikely place. People leave to check out the scene on Bourbon Street and drift back to the party like cigar smoke. At 4 a.m., a Queen security guard, haggard and irritable, inquires when it will all be over. “Queen wants the naked disco dancers going to dawn,” informs his partner. And it does. The following day, Queen reappears at a press conference at Brennan’s, one of the French Quarter’s most elegant restaurants. Again, it is Roger Taylor and Brian May who dominate the conversation, as Freddie Mercury seems vaguely preoccupied. The subject of all this is ‘Jazz’, Queen’s new album, which contains no jazz. “People think we take ourselves a lot more seriously than we actually do,” says Roger Taylor. ‘Jazz’, Queen’s reunion with former producer Roy Thomas Baker, offers ‘Mustapha’, an up-tempo Hebrew rocker; ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’, a song that owes a lot to Pure Prairie League’s ‘Amie’; and more indulgent rhapsodies like ‘Jealousy’ and ‘Bicycle Race’, with its topical references to Star Wars, Jaws, and Superman. The ad campaign, like everything about the Band, goes to the limit of good taste: 11 bare-chested, major-league-yabboed women racing bicycles.
“It’s cheeky”, admits Freddie, “naughty, but not lewd. Certain stores, you know, won’t run our poster. I guess some people don’t like to look at nude ladies.”
Freddie, 32, was born in Zanzibar and educated in India, and was a childhood table tennis and hockey prodigy. He studied art and became a graphic designer and illustrator, having given up piano lessons in the fourth grade. But he continued singing, fronting his first band at 14 and forming Queen with Roger and Brian in 1970. After the routine easy grilling, Mercury is cornered outside. “You seem to be removed from the character up on stage. Is that really you?”
“No,” says Freddie, “of course it’s an act.”
He denies pandering to gays; or for that matter, to anyone. He hints at a quiet, restless man who needs to step outside of himself for ego-stimulation.
“I have fun wearing all those costumes,” he says. “I can really cut loose up there”.
Freddie is then swiftly ushered out, and again, Brian May is left behind to field the endless questions of the Japanese. The two-day junket, painstakingly directed by and for Queen, ends with a few straggling journalists eating Bananas Foster and being more cynical than usual. Outside, on Bourbon Street, a folk singer entertains an empty house of red velour seats, affirming that a falling tree makes a sound whether it’s heard or not. Which conjures up something Brian May had said about Queen constantly seeking “direct communication with our audience.” For all the words that describe Queen’s trip to New Orleans, direct is surely not one.
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heinfienbrot · 4 months
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Hein Feinbrot's Christmas Gift Guide 2023
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Ladage & Oelke Dufflecoat
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Anton Meyer 'Romulus' Tweed jacket
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Natalino Undyed Jumbo Herringbone Wool/Cashmere Jacket
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Drake's Ecru Boucle Wool Zip Fleece Vest
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Fabian Zug English Suede Chelsea boots
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Anglo-Italian Company Mid Wash Denim
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Drake's Pink Brushed Shetland Mock Neck Jumper
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Horatio 'Beaufoy' Black Grain Horsebit Loafers
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Appenzeller Gurt Classic Belt
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Opinel No. 9 Oyster knife
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