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pokemonbiologyirlthetabletop · 24 days

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Murkrow & Honchkrow

Murkrow (#198)

Corvustenebrae americanas

General Information: Murkrow the Darkness Pokémon. They’re startlingly intelligent Pokémon that are even capable of learning human speech.

Murkrows average at heights of 1’08 ft tall (0.5 M) and 4.6 pounds (2.1 kg).

Habitat: Murkrow are native to the New World, nocturnal Pokémon who awaken at dusk in the forests and swamps that they call home. They’re also found in cities and towns, but especially cities with shadowy alleys and tall buildings to perch themselves on, making them particular menaces to society in major cities like Montreal, Chicago, Santiago, Los Angelos, São Paulo, San José, and Guatemala City. They’re occasionally found in wooded mountains and highlands, too.

Life Cycles: Murkrows are born in nests of 3-6 hatchlings every Spring after incubating for 18 days, and tended to lovingly by both parents. Unfortunately, seeing as how baby birds are the snack foods of the food web, many will die before learning to fly. Once flight is achieved around 36 days old, the mortality rates drop drastically.

Murkrows do not become reproductively viable until they are at least 2 years of age (or level 15, whichever comes last), and most do not go on to find mates of their own until they’re 4-5 years old. At which time, they will often leave the nest properly and go on to join or form other murders. During this time, their parents may have more babies, that the previous years’ fledglings will help care for and learn vital parenting skills themselves.

Mated pairs will form groups (“murders”) with each other up to as many as 15 family units at a time. This provides group cooperation and protection to everyone, especially the hatchlings and eggs. These murders stick together as a team and as a family, creating tight social bonds. It’s not uncommon for infidelity to occur within Murkrow murders, but it only serves to strengthen the desire to protect each other’s babies.

Murkrows live for 15-20 years in captivity.

Behavior: As the true menaces to society that they are, Murkrows love anything sparkly and will go to great lengths to procure objects of interest, even going so far as to loot the stashes and caches of Meowths and Gabites. This has caused some intense rivalries in major cities between Murkrow murders and Meowth colonies. These tricksters are known to lose trailers by steering them down dark alleys or dark forest paths, sometimes even doing this on purpose just to be a dick after stealing someone’s precious shiny thing.

Diet: Murkrows are omnivores. They will eat carrion, fruits, nuts, and stolen lunches! Picnickers beware!

Conservation: Least Concern… seriously, they’re crows. Crows are everywhere.

Relationship with Humans: Murkrow are feared as bringers of misfortune and naughty tricksters, though relatively harmless ones in the grand scheme of things. Colonizers of the Americas developed the chant, “Workrum, Workrum—bad luck, don’t come” to protect themselves from Murkrow shenanigans. There is also the saying, “Get home before the Murkrow fly,” that parents often say to children.

Murkrow are often depicted in ghost stories and haunting tales and featured prominently in Halloween decorations.

Classification: Murkrows are passerine bird Pokémon in the genus Corvustenebrae, the same genus as Corviknight.

Honchkrow (#430)

Corvustenebrae magistras

General Information: Honchkrow the Big Boss Pokémon and the evolved form of Murkrow.

They average at 2’11 ft (0.9 M) tall and weigh 60.2 pounds (27.3 kg).

Habitat: Honckrows are native to the New World, living primarily in forests, swamps, and cities.

Life Cycles: On rare occasions, a Murkrow will chance itself into evolving to Honchkrow, where it gains considerable strength, size, and bulk. There is rarely more than one Honchkrow in a flock, if there is one at all. The tight family bonds of Murkrow flocks/murders lends to a Honchkrow’s rise to power—with their newfound power, they become the de facto leader of the flock and primary protector for bigger threats.

Behavior: The Honchkrow is respected as family, and the Honchkrow returns the love of its murder by becoming its most threatening and violent asset. This power comes with some perks, including the ability to summon its flock with a loud command and command them when need be. But power corrupts, and the loyalty that Honckrows feel toward their flock must be returned, and individuals who betray the family/flock/murder will be dealt with mercilessly, and mistakes are not readily forgiven. Murders with a Honchkrow are more likely to be aggressive and violent toward perceived threats and territory infractions, especially to rival Meowth gangs. The Honchkrow also earns the privilege of openly mating with other members of the flock, an activity that functions to deepen social bonds and encourages inter-flock loyalties.

It is rare for a Honchkrow to be ousted by an outsider. If a coup to the leadership does happen, it will be because another Murkrow evolved and wants to take the Honchkrow’s place—but should this new Honchkrow be kin, and the old Honchkrow advanced enough in age, they may just as likely reach a mentorship arrangement, and the flock is at peace again.

Honchkrows like to spend plenty of quality time alone preening themselves—they must look presentable, after all!

Diet: Honchkrow are large omnivores that eat carrion, fruits, and whatever loot they can steal from others.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Honchkrows are the go-to Pokémonification (get it?) of the “Big Mafia Boss” stereotype in media. They are far more common on trainer teams than in the wild, but this simply because trainers tend to have easier access to Dusk Stones than wild Murkrows do. A Honchkrow is a reliable partner, who’s loyalty to its trainer knows no bounds—it’ll even try bossing its teammates around like it would a flock, though the success of this varies. “Not all Honchkrows are fit to lead” as the saying goes.

Classification: Honchkrows are named Corvustenebrae magistras. “Corvustenebrae” means “darkness crow.”

Evolution: Honchkrow evolves from Murkrow when exposed to a Dusk Stone or an equivalent.

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chloe-spade · 21 days

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Tangled Up Prolouge

This is the story of how I died a painful, horrible death, which was told for generations to generations. For all the naughty boys and girls all over the world as a cautionary tale.

Ruggie..

Alright, it's not exactly true, but I did die, but we have to go way back, even before I was born. You can tell how long this story is if someone as young as me has to retell it.

☀️

One very few centuries ago, the sun and moon dropped a magical raindrop during the day and night cycle, which led to certain things from happening. One was the Sunflower, a magical flower that had an odd power for those who found it. The Moonflower was a different story, it would lead to healing but also destroy, which is reflected in the moon cycle.

But this story is about the Sunflower.

As I mentioned, it has the power to heal anyone who comes in contact with it, but only a special few know about how to activate its power.

☀️

An old man managed to rummage through the forest and looked at the flower, looking back at his notes with a small laugh as he looked back at the flower, starting a small hum.

(See this man, yeah, remember him, he's very important. His name is Divus Crewel, and he's a harsh man who values something unattainable, like beauty, and an awesome flower, but I'm getting ahead of myself.)

"Flower petals are glowing gold with soft purple highlights, glows the brightest when the sun sets," Divus notes, "This flower is the first of its kind, but the possibility of various isn't unlikely." As he takes his notes, he slowly begins to hum.

A light glowed and he felt a small energy throughout his body. He gasps as he stares at his hands. No sagged skin, no wrinkles, nothing. He stared at the flower and began to hum again, and the flower reacted again.

Flower,

And soon, lyrics came to his mind, and he sang:

Gleam and Glow,

Let your power shine~

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine,

(Are you freaked out? Yeah, so healing also means de-aging, so this crazed scientist decided on what he wanted to do with this newly discovered flower.)

What once was mine~

Divus took note, "Has some anti-aging properties, and alerted by song, whether song or humming. It could be used for healing?" He swiftly took out his dagger and slashed his hand, only for him to heal and flower healed it.

"Amazing," he muttered and looked around. With all around, he slowly mustered a wicker basket and created a makeshift bush to hide the flower. "No one should know about this," he concluded when he walked away, leaving the flower, hidden and alone, hoping for sunlight to peak through.

☀️

Creepy, huh?

Ok, so you've met our villain, one with so much vanity, that he hid the flower for his uses only. Now let's focus on the king, who was around the area at the same time but for an entirely different reason.

That man was King Lilia of the Sol Kingdom.

He became king after his queen gave him the title for she foresaw she was to die during an expanding war between Sol and an unnamed kingdom.

With his leadership, he was able to win the war of all, and this led to the kingdom being covered with walls to prevent wars and show peace instead. That was how good Lilia was as a king, and now today was the day that would change his life.

☀️

Rumors were heard of a wailing spirit stuck in the woods, which caught the attention of King Lilia. He looked around the woods, along with the knights of the kingdom. Lilia didn't believe the rumours but since they scared the villagers, he had to look around for the ampty named spirit.

"What has the emergency?" Lilia asked the head guard.

"Well, one of the women in our village has said that she heard a cry in the woods, but she couldn't identify the location. She was sure it was a ghost." A Guard explained.

Lilia nodded held the lantern high and kept walking around the forest, before the cry was heard again, causing an alert to everyone before Lilia began to walk towards the sound, only to see a basket with a baby covered in a blanket.

"Well," Lilia chuckled and carefully picked up the basket, "You caused many a fright, little child." The baby squeaked and cried again. "Oh, my," Lilia whispered, "Let's get you to somewhere warmer." Lilia alerted the guards and walked towards the castle.

After what seemed forever, the baby was now healthy and happy. Lilia grew fond of the child and named the baby Silver, due to his mysterious hair color that reminded Lilia of a silver blade. Silver was crowned prince as soon as he would. Lilia loved Silver with all his being and adored his son with every waking moment, and so did many of the townsfolk who met the boy. He was the pride prince of Sol, everyone loved and adored him, even at his young age. It was such a momentous occasion that a tradition began on the boy's birthday.

On the special day, golden lanterns will rise into the night sky, but Lilia made one for his son and it was so special, that if the prince touches it himself, it would glow a beautiful purple, like his eyes, which makes it more exciting when he grows up. Legends have spoken about how that lantern will never crumble, and he kept it inside a special vault.

It was strange having a child around the castle, but it made Lilia's day. Especially when the child began to dream about becoming a knight, inspired by King Lilia. He even got a small horse, an old birthday present.

But soon, after his 5th birthday, he got a bad illness, an illness that made the young boy bedridden, coughing every single moment. It worried everyone in the kingdom, horrified that their darling prince was going to die because of this horrible illness.

It was one of those days when King Lilia was dealing with massive dread of fear because of the situation until an alchemist came in with an incredible discovery. He told Lilia of a rare golden flower, which caught King Lilia's attention and asked for the location.

The Pharmacist agreed and soon, both they and Lilia planned a search party, despite Lilia having doubts, it was approved by Lilia and as soon as dusk approached, the search party began.

"What do you know of the golden flower?"

This caught the attention of Divus, who continued to use the flower to provide for his youth. He heard horses scatter and neigh around. He managed to hear more of the conversation.

"It could heal anything, including illnesses," The Alchemist explained. "It is from the sun,"

(Yeah, yeah, hey! I already told everyone where it came from, and I don't need a re-explanation. How about we go back to Crewel? Please?)

"What in the heavens?" He muttered, before covering the flower and departing, unaware that the cover completely flipped over by his foot.

The glow caught one of the Head Knight's attention, and he walked over to it. He gasped at it, watching the golden flower glow, illuminating everything around it. He turned back and yelled, "I found it!"

"Alright men, King Lilia said we should be careful with it," one guard reminded, "it's for the prince,"

"Yes, sir."

Divus watched in horror, seeing the flower he tried to keep hidden taken from the ground and being carefully carried away. "King Lilia…" He hissed to himself as he slowly followed the guards back to the village. But what stopped him was when they reached the castle, and the gates were shut.

☀️

"It'll be ok," Lilia whispered to Silver, "We've gotten something for you." Silver looked up but remained silent as his throat hurt horribly. Silver watched as an unknown man walked inside, holding a bowl of glowing liquid and within it a flower. He watched how the bowl slowly went towards him.

Silver gulped and sipped the water.

"What a strange flower," Silver yawns, "..it tastes amazing. What is it, Father? It felt like magic."

"That's our secret, dear boy," Lilia laughed, kissing his forehead. "But do sleep and you'll feel better in the morning. Please enter a beautiful dreamland."

Silver smiles and yawns again, his eyes drooping until he fell asleep.

Lilia sighs, gets up, and leaves the room. He looked down at the flower water in his hands, not knowing what to do with it. But he did have an idea when he saw seeds swim around the water.

"What if I.." Lilia pondered.

"Your highness?"

"Oh, Shroud," Lilia gasped, "I do thank you for finding this. Though I do fear of what would happen if this would to be found by others. I may have an idea."

"What do you have in mind?" Shroud spoke up.

Lilia looked and made Shroud follow him, to a secret room.

"I plan to create a small room, where I can keep this flower inside and maybe create more if things happen to our people. I understand why it may be a bad idea, but I have so much fear that I will lose Silver once again. I was entrusted to keep this kingdom safe and I intend to keep it that way."

"Then let me join you," Shroud offered, "we should start a small garden and create notes."

"Perfect. I thank you once again."

☀️

Knights surround the castle, but none can see a dark-figured man go around the castle and pass everyone. The dark figure entered the window, into the young prince's room.

Divus stared at the sleeping boy, as peaceful as he could be, with a raging hatred because if it wasn't for him falling ill, he would still be young and beautiful. But it was not his concern right now but to find the flower to replant for himself.

Flower,

Now to start the search:

Gleam and Glow,

Let your power shine~

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine,

He was about to continue until a glow fetched his eyes.

What once was mine~

The glow belongs to the sleeping boy in front of him, unaware that his hair begins to glow when Divus sings. He walks over and begins to sing again, and his hair glows once again and Divus felt his body getting younger and younger when it did.

It was strange that his hair was glowing, but it did create some new notes, still humming to see more of the result.

He watched and a wicked smirk appeared on his face, and he gently pulled out scissors, and slowly began to reach for a strand but as soon as he cut it, it became dull and fell back down on his face, no more power overflowing of it.

"I saw him go through here…" said a guard outside the door, as he heard two footsteps.

Crewel looks at the door and back at the child.

Divus had to make a choice. He didn't care about the consequences, all he cared about was his beauty and his research about the one thing the king stole from him.

As he heard the door begin to open, Divus looked at the child with a grin.

"You've taken what's mine…so," He picked up Silver and held it close as soon as the door opened, "I've taken what's yours!" And with that he disappeared into the winds, leaving the guards confused as his laughter echoed in the air.

The door broke open but it was too late for the knights. The figure was already gone, only leaving an old notebook on the floor.

☀️

The guards searched everywhere, so wide even the outskirts of the kingdom, the forests were searched but an area they didn't expect was a house, a small cottage within it all. The house belonged to Divus Crewel, the one confirmed by the knights to have kidnapped the prince, and the house was empty, saw for a few items such as mirrors and potions.

But Lilia found something that could help them understand the kidnapper, just enough to save his son one day.

☀️

Beyond the border of Solm and into the dark forest, if you see a moss-filled rock, best to double-check if it's really a rock. Behind is a cavern, which leads to the other side, to reveal a tower filled with moss around it and no entrances to be seen, so one would think it would be abandoned.

That's where the prince was hidden, singing for someone he now thought was a father. Yes, Crewel took the kid and raised him as his own, with the help of a magic spell that distorts memory.

He had found his magic flower, and now, more than ever, he was determined to keep him hidden, even if he were not to leave the tower ever.

☀

Silver was only 5 years old when he was aware of his odd home. He didn't have many complaints, mainly because his memories were so fuzzy, but he was a kid. Shouldn't he be outside, playing with the grass and birds up in the sky?

So, when he has the opportunity to ask his father about it.

Silver hummed as Crewel brushed his hair, unaware of its cause to him in particular, but he only saw it as helping his father relax after a rough day. "…Father," He asked, "Why can't I go outside?"

"The world is a dangerous place, full of nasty people," Crewel lied, "It's only to protect you, my dear. I hope you understand." Silver nodded while looking back at the fireplace.

But inside, he was giddy, for he knew today was his birthday and that meant those special stars would appear high above where he was. So as the night continued to fall, Silver sneaked past and opened the window, watching as the lights began to float above the forest, just enough for him to stare. He watched increasingly and wondered where they came from, and why on his birthday no less.

His father spoke of them once but only claimed them as nasty stars that don't belong in the sky and would never let Silver watch them at night, but that never stopped him, and he'll continue until the day he finally leaves the tower and onto the world below.

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cyarskaren52 · 9 months

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Summer time activities need a great playlist

It's Memorial Day weekend! That means cookouts, family reunions, graduation parties - in other words, the unofficial kickoff to summer! We know everybody is going to need a solid playlist for cousin Denard's graduation or Aunt Lisa's 40th birthday party, so we decided to help ya out.

We picked some songs to help you get started on your summertime playlist. If you love classic Hip-Hop, you gotta love these bangers, fam.

Here are Classic Hip-Hop's Greatest Summer Songs! (We added an extra one for the holiday. You're welcome.)

#26

"E.I." - NELLY

We know what you're thinking: there are other Nelly songs that may be your first choice for this list. But have you ever had this blasting poolside while everybody has something to sip in their cups? It works, yo. No, really - it works.

#25

"SHAKE YA ASS" - MYSTIKAL

That legendary shit-talker from Nawlins teamed up with The Neptunes for a track that it's impossible to sit still to. Especially when Mystikal himself is demanding that you move sumthin.'

#24

"NOT TONIGHT (LADIES NIGHT REMIX)" - LIL KIM, DA BRAT, LEFT EYE, MISSY ELLIOTT, ANGIE MARTINEZ

The Queen Bee's classic remix features a small handful of some of the greatest women to ever hold a mic, and on top of that - they sound like they're having an amazing time. The best song for a girl's night out.

#23

"FIND A WAY" - A TRIBE CALLED QUEST

Q-Tip, Phife and Ali closed the 1990s with one of their shiniest singles. Not shiny like jiggy rap, but shiny like a hot day on the beach. The video fits the feel, and the song is the perfect soundtrack for a laid-back Saturday in June.

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#22

"IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY" - LUKE

Nobody has ever been better at getting the party started than Uncle Luke. And he has more than a few pool party favorites, but watch how the crowd goes nuts when you throw this one on.

#21

"GOIN' BACK TO CALI" - LL COOL J

Yes, this is one of those go-to ridin' anthems. Uncle L and Rick Rubin got their West Coast on with this bass-heavy, slow-rolling classic. It's greatest strength is that it can double as a car anthem and as a slow groove for your beach party.

#20

"HIP-HOP HOORAY" - NAUGHTY BY NATURE

Naughty By Nature is another legendary rap act with no shortage of summer anthems, but this one is so undeniably fun and well-known that it fits alongside pretty much anything on your cookout compilations.

#19

"MY BOO" - GHOST TOWN DJS

Bass beats and R&B vocals could be musical magic; and there was never a better example than this hit from summer 1996. Ghost Town DJ's smash single was one of the most inescapable songs of that year—and it still evokes the spirit of cruising the Dirty South during the hot months.

#18

"RUMPSHAKER" - WRECKX-N-EFFECT

Wreckx-N-Effect gave us a summer song for the ages with this ode to shakin' ass. It's not bootyshaking in the Miami bass tradition, but it's definitely a fun song to have playing when there are string bikinis around.

#17

"A ROLLERSKATING JAM NAMED SATURDAYS" - DE LA SOUL

De La's feel-good, vibey hit single is still one of their coolest tracks. A flip of the Fearless Four's "F-1000," a lil bit of B.T. Express, and some Chicago for good measure = classic. And this shit really does make you wanna rollerskate.

#16

"LET ME RIDE" - DR. DRE

Summertime isn't just about cookouts and pool parties. There's also the joy of cruising on a warm summer day, and no Hip-Hop classic has ever better captured that feel than this hit from Dr. Dre.

#15

"IT'S SUPPOSED TO BUBBLE" - UGK

Slow as a hot Texas Sunday, this classic from Bun B and Pimp C just sounds like Saturday nights down south. It's perfect for when you want to chill poolside a little bit with a cold beer or somethin' a little more bubbly.

#14

"BEAUTIFUL" - SNOOP DOGG FEAT. PHARRELL

Forever a vibe! It just sounds like warm beaches and cool drinks, surrounded by your favorite people, soaking up the sun. If that doesn't fit your scene, just enjoy the ambience, homie. It works no matter where you are.

#13

"CANDY" - EIGHTBALL & MJG

The Memphis greats showed that they can do laid back, fun vibes as well as they do gritty Tennessee street tales. Ball 'n G gave us one classic for the riders with this reimagining of Cameo's classic.

#12

"OH YEAH!" - ROTTIN RAZKALS

Naughty By Nature had so many anthemic classics that they passed this one along to their buddies, Rottin Razkals. With some heavy lifting from Treach and Kay Gee, this trio landed one of the more slept on anthems of the 90s.

#11

"DOOWHUTCHYALIKE" - DIGITAL UNDERGROUND

It always gets the party started and it's impossible to hear the breakout hit from Digital Underground's classic debut album SEX PACKETS and not wanna throw a pool party. We get it.

#10

"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT" - SNOOP DOGG FEAT. PHARRELL

Pharrell and Snoop's chemistry has always been undeniable. When you put the VA kid and the Doggfather in the studio together, you're likely to get summer classics. It's just a given.

"SCARRED" - LUKE FEAT. TRICK DADDY AND VERB

Remember what we said about Luke and party-starters? This is another uber-classic. Put this on at the family reunion and watch Aunt Gladys almost break her hip twerking to it.

"RUFF RYDERS ANTHEM" - DMX

You gotta have some gully shit on your cookout playlist, right? And X's anthem is perfect turn-up music if things threaten to get too chill.

"SUMMERTIME IN THE LBC" - THE DOVE SHACK

It don't get no more West Coast than this. The title says it all, and the hook seduces you immediately. Truly a perfect track. It really just epitomizes summer in southern California.

"A PARTY AIN'T A PARTY" - QUEEN PEN

The rapstress from the Bronx hit us with one helluva glasses-to-the-sky party anthem. This is the track you put on when you and your girls hit the beach or the cruise. This is a the-divorce-just-finalized classic.

"YOU KNOW HOW WE DO IT" - ICE CUBE

Another tune that's more about cruising as the sun goes down than partying poolside, this might be Ice Cube's best ridin' anthem. Cube does those kinds of songs particularly well, but he hit it out the park with this.

"FEEL ME FLOW" - NAUGHTY BY NATURE

You might think of other Naughty By Nature songs first, and we've already established that Kay Gee, Treach and Vin Rock have no short supply of anthems. But no song better captures the warm vibes of summer like this uber-hit from 1995.

"HEY DJ" - THE WORLD FAMOUS SUPREME TEAM

The World Famous Supreme Team gave us the ultimate ode to DJs (both radio spinners and turntablists) with this sublime rap classic. It just feels like summer. Put it on and watch the whole crowd jam.

"BACK THAT AZZ UP" - JUVENILE FEAT. LIL WAYNE

There are certain songs you just know are gonna be heard at the cookout, pool party, Junebug-finally-coming-home party or any other summer party. It's like a rap game law to have this on your playlist. We ain't about to fight the law.

"SUMMERTIME" - DJ JAZZY JEFF & THE FRESH PRINCE

You already know. We tried (we really tried) to find a song that wouldn't be so obvious a No. 1. But you know what? Some shit is just that undeniable, that timeless and that classic. Jazz and Will gave us a summer song for the ages. There's a reason you hear it every damn year for the past 30 years.

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NOW I wanna blow jason girl can you do an smut of giving jay jay a blowjob while he reads??

I mean- I did miss Friday

He sleeps like a bear. Flat on his back with soft snores that almost sounds like growls. You woke up before him. That was pretty common. He didn’t come in until 4 and was often bruised head to toe. But today he didn’t look that bad.

You rolled over and first looked at his face. A bandaid across the bridge of his nose and short hair growing on his face. He needed to shave. You smiled as he gave a little snore. His large chest rose and fell with his breath. The blankets were shoved to his waist. He was always running hot. There was no bandages here. That’s was always a good sign.

You looked at the little bit of hair on his chest and on his lower stomach. You ran a finger across the bit on his chest. He moved but didn’t wake as you played with his hair. You grinned remembering the one time that he tried to shave it and ended up with razor burn and a poky chest for days. He gave up immediately and decided that he was just too hairy for all that.

He moved a little bit more and you could tell by the way his chest moved that he was awake. You slid your hand a little lower and lower until you reached the blanket. You ran a finger along the edge near the band of his boxers and he shivered, a smile formed on his face.

“What are you doing?” He asked, looking at you with a side eye. His voice was rough and deep with sleep but he was definitely awake.

“Nothing,” you said before sliding your hand beneath the blanket to cup his already half hard cock in his boxers. He breathed in deeply.

“Feels like you are doing something, Princess,” he said and you grinned. You reached across him and he playfully tried to bite your side. You gave him a book from the side table and he looked at you confused. “What’s this?”

“You said you were going to lay around reading all day if I remember right,” you said.

“Well maybe not if you keep your hand there,” he said and you chuckled.

“Oh, well I don’t wanna ruin your plan. I can stop,” you went to move your hand and he grabbed it with his own and pressed you against him harder.

“Don’t,” he breathed.

“Well, are you gonna read to me?” You asked and he gaped at you.

“You have my dick in your hand and you want a story?” He asked and you nodded innocently. He groaned as you slipped a hand beneath his boxers to properly grip him.

“Yeah, read to me baby,” you said and he blinked a few times before starting. He cleared his throat.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,” he read before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. You had moved between his legs and were kissing down his chest as you slowly pumped him.

“we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was- was,” he stuttered as you shifted his boxers down. “the period was, uh...”

“Are you stuck?” You asked looking up at him. You face was only a few inches from his painfully hard dick and Dickinson was the last thing on his mind.

“the period was so far like the present period that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received- fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you licked up his shaft. You stopped and looked at him expectantly. “for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."

You put him in your mouth and swirled the tip. Jason stuttered his words again before continuing. He did good for about a paragraph or two before you took him deep in your mouth and his muscles flexed and he gulped. Usually he was swearing and gripping your hair but he couldn’t do that right now.

“It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that- that- holy fuck Princess, that mouth,” he whimpered. You grabbed his thighs as you bobbed your head along his length. You could feel that the muscles beneath your hands were as tight as bow strings. You stopped and looked up at him and he groaned before starting to read again.

“England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday,” he read in a disjointed breath. He started skipping places and reading non-sense. “Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally de-.”

“Fuck I’m close. Your mouth is- is something else,” he breathed. You lightly slapped one of his thighs and he jumped before realizing what your pointed look meant.

“Shit, uhh... the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that,” he said in pants. You were surprised at his control. The fact that he could still read was impressive. You were really giving him a great blow job. You took him deep and gulped around him.

“Okay! I’m... fuck! I’m close,” he said and you kept going. You pulled back to take a breath and deep throated him again. “Shiiitt,” he gasped before calling out your name as he came. You swallowed before pulling off to kitten lick the tip. He jumped at every lick before finally grabbing your chin to pull you up.

Jason was sweaty and out of breath and he looked at you almost in reverence. He gently kissed you. “Fuck, Princess, you blow my mind every fucking time. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You giggled. “You’re always so sweet. You can just pay me back sometime.”

Jason chuckled. “Alright. I’ve gotto get back to being a functioning human first. You- uh, yeah. Wowza. But yeah I’ve got you,” he said pulling you tight to his side. “But if I’ve got to read all day...”

“Oh you wanna play that game? Keep this memory fond, Todd,” you said.

“No no no. I give up. Plus you knew I wasn’t going to leave you wanting, babydoll,” he whispered in your ear in a deliciously naughty voice. You shivered and hummed before being pushed to your back.

#Jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #Jason todd smut #red hood smut #batboy smut

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Olympics (Baekhyun x reader)

Written when EXO performed Power on the Olympic’s closing ceremony!

ENJOY!

The soft melody of Claire de Lune echoes through the small room, greeting the tired man who just finished his practice early. From the same room, he saw a path of light escaped to the hallway. Baekhyun smiled in silence and closes the front door gently. Quietly he dropped his keys into the bowl along with its friends. He hung his jacket on the wall, placed his training bag on the floor and made his way to the room with the sweet melodies. Baekhyun waited for a bit outside while listening to the dynamics of the tones. She really improve much since the last time he taught her how to play the piece.

The clock on his phone shows it's almost 10.00. Quiet early for Baekhyun to return home and quiet a rare sighting of his girlfriend playing the piano this late. He focused on her figure who's absorbed in playing Debussy's famous heartfelt masterpiece. This piece contains slow part which augmented into a powerful one and return back to its calm demeanor. Baekhyun patiently waited for her to end the last note, and once she raised her fingers from the tiles, he clapped his hands.

The girl, who just played the masterpiece, turns around and sprung to her feet when she saw him. They enveloped themselves for a hug, sealed with a long kiss, and ended by parting with small smiles on their lips.

"You're home early," she whispered, looking into his lips.

They were still close to one another, their bodies still glued and connected; none of them willing to let the cold from the winter night steal their warmth.

He chuckles and steals another quick kiss, "and you're still awake."

She smiled and looks into his eyes, "Well I can't sleep yet."

Baekhyun changed his position as to hug her from the side. He drags her to leave their music room and move to their room.

She leans into him as they turn the lights off and closes the door behind them.

"What's bothering my sweetheart from sleeping? I thought tomorrow's a big day." Baekhyun asked as they took small steps to the master room.

"The nerves are keeping me awake." She admitted. "And the piano sooths me down a bit."

They made it to the master room, she walks quickly to the bed and jumped a bit to sit on the edge. Baekhyun took his pajamas and walks to the bathroom.

"Wait a sec, I need to change and we can sleep."

"Tell me are you nervous?" Baekhyun asked from the toilet. He did not mind closing the door, as he changed his clothes and do his night routines.

His girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking into him while swinging her legs mindlessly.

"Tell me if you won't feel nervous to compete in the Olympics tomorrow." She said and rolls her eyes.

Baekhyun smiled and glanced at her through the mirror, "Well, of course I wouldn't be able to sleep too. I am also nervous for tomorrow, Scarlet sweetie"

Scarlet raised her brow, "Hey. You're only performing with your team. Besides you've done that thousand of times!" she swings her legs furiously.

Well, Scarlet has been a professional figure skater since her young age, but she had just gotten the chance to compete in the Olympics this year, the same year when her boyfriend, Baekhyun of EXO, gets to do the opening ceremony.

The two were excited to know that they both set a new milestone. Baekhyun was being super supportive throughout Scarlet's whole training. Well they didn't date five years for nothing.

Scarlet was there with Baekhyun from his pre-debut life to today, where thousands of people in the world adores and loves him. Still Scarlet loves him the most, and Baekhyun knows that. That is why, this time Baekhyun wanted to pay back all the attention and love Scarlet had given to him. This is the time for Baekhyun to be her number one fan. Hey she'll have fans after this, Baekhyun is sure about that.

He finished his night skin care routine and has joined her in the bed. He dimmed down the lights and lit their night lamp. Scarlet can never sleep in total darkness.

They get into position, fixed their pillows and blankets. Scarlet naturally found her way into Baekhyun's warm arms and Baekhyun spoons her in.

"So, tell me what disturbs your pretty little mind." He whispers next to her ears.

Scarlet raises her head to look into her man. "I'm nervous. What if I forgot the dance? What if I fall? What if I fail?"

Baekhyun took a deep breathe, where does he start. He saw how hard she had trained. He was there with her through all the process she did to reach this point. Baekhyun saw every bruise and even helped taking care of them. He was there when she practiced in the week-end. He was there to hug her when she cried, tired from the hard practice. He was there throughout the preparation and he knows. He knows that she is ready. He knows all of her hard works won't end in vain.

"Darling, you over thinks too much. Trust me, you'll do great tomorrow. I've seen your last trial. You were amazing!" Baekhyun kissed the crown of her head.

"Wait, how can you know? You were practicing earlier." Scarlet scrunched her brows.

"Well, I managed to sneak out and spy on you." Baekhyun playfully grins.

That earns him a smack, "Great job, and what did the members get for your naughtiness?"

He yelped at the sudden pain, "Yak! I went to see you during break. Besides we even got to go home earlier today since we did well."

Scarlet smiled and hides her face into his chest. She giggles a bit there and took a deep breath.

"I'm glad you're here already."

Baekhyun runs his free hand on her back, rubbing it gently to calm her tenses down.

"My nerves are killing me before. I can't sit down or sleep. That's why I played the piano... and I did not hear you coming in." Scarlet said while tracing circles on Baekhyun's bare chest.

"I can see it. Your tempo was a bit messy in the middle. I think you're distracted a bit while you play." He looks into her eyes.

"Uhum.. I know... it's unusual for me to be this nervous."

"It's okay to be nervous darling. You're competing for the nation. That does explain why you're nervous. Do you want to know how I always deal with my nerves before big performances?"

Scarlet nods eagerly, "How, help me."

Baekhyun shuffles a bit, he looks for his comfortable position and bring Scarlet back to his embrace.

"First of all, I always find peace when I'm asleep beside you. Every single time I sleep with you, I have nice dreams and I can perform well the next day."

Scarlet smiled to herself, that's the reason why Baekhyun always go home the night before comebacks or concerts.

"What do you do when you're abroad?" Scarlet asked.

"Well I called you, listen to your stories, talk a bit about mine, and as you speak I found my peace back. Then I can sleep after hearing your sweet goodbyes."

"Now let me return your favor. You're always there for me. Tonight let me be the sleeping pills for you."

"Close your eyes, relax your bodies. Don't think about tomorrow. Just calm down.. don't worry about anything. Take a deep breath" he breathes in and she follows.

"And out" he exhaled, she copied.

"You're getting tired." He said softly and gave ghosting pats on her back.

Scarlet nuzzles her face into his chest; Baekhyun secures his hand over her. He maintains his steady breathing and soon he peeks to see Scarlet already falling asleep.

"Sleep tight darling, I love you" he whispers and joins her to dream land.

They made it to bed before midnight and Scarlet has the best sleep for her big day tomorrow.

Morning alarm was their worst enemy, but for today, there should be no snooze button. Scarlet has to wake up early and prepare herself. Baekhyun also needs to join his member later.

"Good morning Baekhyun, yesterday was wonderful. I slept peacefully. Thank you." Scarlet smiled with her eyes closed.

Baekhyun was up early; he had showered and made breakfast for her. He has to leave soon, for the press conference and the TV recordings.

Scarlet will be handled by her manager and she will meet Baekhyun later.

"Don't thank me. It's my job as your boy to make sure you sleep well. Or else your manager will kill me." Baekhyun sat on the chair in front of Scarlet.

She was now sitting on the high chair eating her breakfast sleepily; they were having breakfast in the breakfast bar.

"Oh how wonderful is this. Sleeping with you by my side, waking up with you still hugging me. Even prepared my favorite sandwiches! How I wished everyday can be this special." Scarlet said as she took a bite of the bread.

"Don't say that, it made me feel like I am usually irresponsible. Just wait a bit more; you'll soon have this routine as your daily life." Baekhyun winked.

"I'll be waiting! Oh yeah if you have to go, it's okay.. I can take it from here." Scarlet said when she saw the flashing lights from Baekhyun's phone. It was his manager or Suho calling him to leave as soon as possible.

Baekhyun ruffles her hair and plants a quick kiss on her lips, "Hey Good luck okay! Don't be afraid, you'll be amazing. I'll see you tonight. I'll be the one cheering your name so loud! See you on the rink. I love you!"

She smiled back and waves her hand as Baekhyun picks up the call and mumbles some lies saying he's stuck on the road.

"See you, love! Good luck with the performance! Love you!" Scarlet yelled it out loud, with purpose of the man in the phone heard him lie.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes at her attempt to make his life miserable, nevertheless he grabs his keys and left after giving her tons of flying kisses while talking to his phone.

Scarlet laughed at his actions, definitely a good way to start the big day. She cleans the plates, drank her morning smoothies and stretches herself in joy.

Today's a big day. The first time she'll be competing in the Olympics. This might be the first chapter to more stories in her skating life. Whatever the result is, Scarlet promised she will cherish each and every moment.

That marked the day when her life will change.

Baekhyun had just finished shooting the pre-recording and the TV interviews. Right now he's having a lunch break with the members. In three more hours they will perform live in the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics. He was lucky; he and Scarlet both get this lucky chance.

He looks at his phone and saw no notifications. Scarlet must have been resting or busy. He texted her few messages and continues his lunch.

"Hyung, when are you buying her the flowers?" Sehun asked suddenly.

"Ah right, I almost forgot. Shall I ask manager hyung or should I go there by myself?" Baekhyun asked.

Suho chimes in, "With our current situation, it'll be better if manager hyung bought it for you. I heard there are lots of fans outside the building and I did not want any of you hurt before this big show."

Baekhyun for once agrees with his leader and send a message to his manager, asking him to buy a bouquet of flower.

His hand taps a group chat filled with notifications. It was his family group chat. He pressed it open and saw the brief conversation exchanged by his brother, mother, and father.

"We'll come and see you and Scarlet tonight Baek, do break a leg with your performance. Remember we're proud of you!"

Baekhyun smiled and felt touched. He's lucky to have a very supportive family, and not only supportive to him, but also to Scarlet. Yes tonight the whole family will come and cheer for her too! They were beyond excited for tonight.

"Guess your parents will cheer the loudest for you tonight." Kyungsoo saw Baekhyun smiling and decided to tease him a little. To lighten up their mood.

"Ah no, I think they'll be louder in screaming Scarlet's name." he folded his arm over his chest.

"I sometimes begin to wonder who their real child is." Baekhyun said in a sing-song tone.

Xiumin overheard him and yelled, "That's the signal Baekhyun. They want you to quickly get married! Gosh why can't you get it?"

Sehun yelled in annoyance, "Yak! You better not be the first one to marry. I bet a hundred dollars with Chen that Chanyeol will be the first to tie the knot."

Upon hearing this Chanyeol's eyes widens and the whole team bursts to laugh. The said boy can only laugh in embarrassment.

"You better prepare that hundred bill Sehun-ah.. I can see it coming! Go on Baek, follow your heart." Chen pats his shoulder.

"Lunch is here!" Kai said suddenly when there is a knock on the waiting room.

Their manager returned with lunch boxes. Baekhyun recognize the boxes and bag. It's a homemade lunch from his mother.

"Woaah it's from Baekhyun's eomma. Thank you mom!" Chanyeol rushed to look for his name on the box.

They all smiled happily when the thought of home made dishes will fulfil their stomach.

After thanking Baekhyun's mother amazing lunch. The team follows their schedule back. Rehearsals, pre-recording, mic check, stage check, press conference, and waiting for the opening show to start.

The waiting room for the athletes and performing artists was different. Yeah, Baekhyun did saw Scarlet earlier and he had wished her all of his luck. Later on, after the performance the whole athletes will march the stadium and by then Baekhyun will be seated with his family and Scarlet's on the bleachers. He had brought flowers and hand banners. Tonight he'll turn into his fan boy mode.

The lights were on, cameras stand by, music cued and the ceremony began. The fire was torched on and The Winter Olympics began.

EXO had finished their performance. The team was in the waiting room already. Baekhyun quickly changed his attire and after putting on his winter coat, he excuse himself from the team. They all let him leave first as they knew he needs to be there quick to support Scarlet.

The others were having their time changing attires. Well they will soon join him, but they don't have to rush. The skating competition started with the male solo, but they knew Baekhyun will sneak to accompany Scarlet.

"I'm betting 100 dollars that Baekhyun will cry tonight." Kai abruptly said.

"Woah, that's interesting. I'm in 200 dollars that He'll never stop talking about her performance tonight." Lay joins in.

The others laughed but decided to place their bets too. They'll see who's lucky tonight.

"Hey come on, it's almost time. Let's move out." Suho glanced at his watch and to his members.

"Put your jackets on, it'll be cold."

The eight men tighten their coats and left the room to join Baekhyun and the rest of their family. Well most of their parents and loved ones are also coming tonight.

Sitting on the bench waiting for your turn was never exciting. Scarlet has hundreds of butterflies in her stomach. She even feels like puking right now. Gosh the tension really made her sweat despite the cold winter air.

"You okay?" her manager, Kris, asked. He handed her a handkerchief to wipe the sweats.

"Nervous. But I'll be alright." She ensures herself.

Kris pats her back and gave her a squeezing side hug; he had been her manager and trainer after he left EXO. He decided that the athlete life suits him better.

"Well, hello Baek!" Kris greeted Baekhyun into a bro-hug and he left them for some time alone.

"Nervous?" Baekhyun asked as he stood in front of her

"Kind of... it's really happening!" Scarlet said in a feeble tone.

Baekhyun reached for her hands and hold it tight. He gave it a re-assuring grip and he looks into her eyes.

"Hey beautiful, tonight you'll be making history! You'll be the greatest youngest figure skating the world ever has! You must be proud of yourself. We're all here rooting for you. You are not alone. The whole nation and I are behind your back. Don't worry okay. Do your best and believe in yourself. You will shine darling!" Baekhyun squeezed her hand and pulls her into a bone-crushing hug.

She felt better. His words and hugs made her feel like getting back into a whole piece.

"Sorry to interrupt, but in 30 minutes you'll warm up and get ready." Kris pops his head in.

Baekhyun nods and placed his hands over her shoulder. "Now chin up, and show yourself!" he gave her a quick kiss and dusted off the imaginary dust on her shoulder.

"Oof I really like the costume! You look stunning. Now go, I'll sit with the others. You'll see me when you enter the rink!" Baekhyun said. He waved goodbye and left to return to his seat.

Kris helped her get ready for the last time and calms her nerves down.

"You'll do great. Believe and be it." Kris pats her shoulder and gave her two thumbs up. He holds her jacket in his arm and smiled to her.

Her name was called already and with a reassuring nod from Kris, Scarlet glides into the big rink.

She took a round and two over the ice, getting used to it and while she slides she spot Baekhyun and her family along with his, all rooting for her and smiling. Baekhyun sent a thumbs up with the rest of EXO and as she saw the rest of the audiences cheering for her, she felt confidence and joy in her heart.

Scarlet took a deep breathe and posed into her starting position. A smile on her face, and the lights are dimmed.

The sweet melody of Nocturne op.9 no.2 resonates through the whole stadium.

Her basic movements are done perfectly. The twist and turns boosts her confidence.

Through the middle of the song, Scarlet nailed all of the jumps and tricks. All of her choreography done beautifully and all of the jumps landed gracefully.

She had never felt this relaxed while dancing. She swore this is the first time she felt everything happens naturally and beautifully. Almost perfect!

As the song increases in tempo, her fire burns up. The passion in her eyes is burning and she made the whole crowd cheered on top of their lungs when she showed a perfect quadruple jump. The crowd roared when Scarlet nailed the jump, she too felt ecstatic.

Baekhyun jumped from his seat when he saw her nail the hardest jump ever done. No woman athletes had succeeded landing one other than a former woman in the 90s. Scarlet was the second woman to do that! His girl is the record breaker.

The whole crowd was amazed and some were crying in tears of joy as Scarlet ended her short program routine and the score board showed a really high score, almost perfect.

They threw flowers into the rink, and the camera shoots Scarlet close up. He saw the tears of joy in her eyes. She only tears up not crying yet. Her happiness and touched feeling can't be contained.

As she bowed and exits the rink, Kris greets her with a tight hug and a proud feeling. She made it! And he was happy for her.

Scarlet's body shake in delight. She just landed a quadruple jump. She made a new record as the youngest female skater to land a quadruple jump.

"Hyung did I make it?" Scarlet asked in disbelief as the two were escorted to a special sofa for the talk show.

"Did you see your score? It was less than 10 points to perfect! That's beyond amazing!" Kris couldn't contain his excitement.

"Gosh I really love you!" Kris squished her cheeks, a habit he do whenever he's super excited.

"Yak you're waking the beast in Baekhyun.. plus don't ruin my make up. I have interviews coming." She stuck her tongue out.

Kris hands her back her coat and she puts it on to keep her warm. He knew she's back to her playful self. They walk to the interview area and the camera started rolling.

"How do you feel holding the highest score in the mean time?" The interviewer asked.

Scarlet answered humbly, and remained smiling in front of the camera, while actually she's been exploding with joy in her heart. She wants to scream and shout to the top of her lungs. She just landed a quadruple jump. An almost impossible jump! Yet she has to maintain her image in front of the whole world.

The interview lasted for a moment, for she has to move away when another competitor finished their routine.

She went back to the waiting room, meeting some more press and interviewers.

The short routine ended and Scarlet finished all of her competition part. She did the long routine nicely too, this time not using the quadruple jump but the other difficult jumps.

Her total point in the long program is also stupendous. Combine the two scores and Scarlet brings home the gold medal.

Everything happens quickly. One moment she just felt like she just started her routine, but then in a blink of an eye the whole world was clapping for her and standing up for her.

In a second flashes of cameras were everywhere, interviewers running into her, and she was held behind to answer the questions the media prepared.

Scarlet patiently replies to every news reporter. Although she really wanted to run to Baekhyun right now, she knew he'll have to wait.

Yes it was settled already that Scarlet brings home the gold medal; an honor to her nation and herself. She will soon be called to the rink to receive the medal.

Scarlet waited for the other winners to receive the medals and when it's her turn she looks into Baekhyun with big smile on her face.

He succeeded in taking a snap of the priceless moment. The face of pure joy is written on her face.

Scarlet was held back by tens of fans and news people, Baekhyun waited for her in her changing room.

After what felt like eternity, Scarlet is finally back in her changing room, greeted by her family, EXO, and the other families.

They all cheered loudly for her and take turns in congratulating them. Hugs were exchanged and flowers were presented to her.

She thanked every one of them and as they all snap a group picture, Scarlet thanked God for the amazing supporters she have. Each family of the EXO members had known her well, and considers herself as their own child, thus not weird when they all pops up during this heart warming moment.

"Sorry to disturb you, but Scarlet there's hundreds of fans waiting for you outside. I think it will be great if you greet them and thank them for being with you." Kris peeked from the door; well he's been attending the manager talks and business talks.

The people in the room lets Scarlet have her time with her fans, and Baekhyun secretly wiped a tear that left his eyes.

"Woah you're crying?" Chen, who's beside him, gasped in surprise.

"Aish, I'm touched." He wiped his tears.

"That's 100 dollars." Kyungsoo whispered to his members.

They all grunted, yes Kyungsoo bet that Baekhyun will cry and cry he did.

Scarlet's back after a good 40 minutes. The fans are slowly decreasing. Well scarlet managed to hand out autographs and pose for pictures. The EXO manager helped her in keeping the flowers and gifts.

"You're looking like Baekhyun right now.. Presents and flowers everywhere." Manager hyung teases her.

"He outnumbers me still." Scarlet stretched and yawned.

"Tired? Come let's return. Congratulations once again Scarlet!" the manager said as they walk back to the room.

They help her pack her things and soon left to have a private dinner together: just Scarlet and Baekhyun's family. The rest of the members all bid farewell and let them have their night to celebrate.

"Scarlet you're going to perform in the closing ceremony this Sunday. I'll text you when you'll do the rehearsal. Congratulations and enjoy the night!" Kris said and left.

It's kind of late, but the two families settle for a quick dinner. They booked a private restaurant and spend the night there.

Baekhyun handed Scarlet a big bouquet of flowers she loves and Scarlet was happy.The one that never gets old when giving a flower to congratulate someone winning: Red roses. He reached for his pocket and pulls out a small red velvet box.

"I promised you this right?" He raised his brow when he saw Scarlet already covering her mouth with her hand.

"You're joking!" she said in disbelief.

Baekhyun pulled his right side of pants and kneeled to one of his knee. He clears his throat and takes Scarlet's free hand into his. He locks his eyes into hers and began softly.

"So, I know this will be cheesy and cringe worthy.

But I want you to know that I'm thankful you're always by my side."

Baekhyun took his time, controlling his heart beat and nerves.

"I'm in this for the long ride.

I'm here to make you laugh and smile.

I'm here stand by you at every corner.

I'm here to go on the journey of lifewith you until the end of time.

I'mhere now I'm here forever."

He paused and continued his back sweating from the nervousness.

"Also I want to marry you because you're the first person I want to look at when I wake upin the morning and the only one I want to kiss goodnight.

Coz the first time I saw these hands I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them.

But mainly when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do.

So will you, um, marry me?"

Baekhyun held his breath as his finger raised in the air with the ring; waiting for the answer.

Scarlet still held her hand over her mouth. Her tears pooled in her eyes. Gosh she's trying so hard not to cry earlier when winning the Gold medal for she worked so hard on her eye liner. Yet Baekhyun managed to make her cry by proposing her. Yes she joked around about asking Baekhyun to propose when she won the Olympics. He laughed it off at first, but turns out that young boy prepared a ring already.

Scarlet saw how nervous Baekhyun is in waiting for her answer. She looked around and saw all of the family members looking at them excitedly.

Scarlet looks into her parents smiled and pull Baekhyun into his legs.

"Definitely yes! Of course I will marry you!" Scarlet brings herself to hug her man she loves.

"Whew what a relief!" Baekhyun giggles and parted them. He pulled her left hand and slips the simple diamond ring into her long fingers.

"It's pretty. Everything's so nice and perfect tonight!" Scarlet kissed Baekhyun out of excitement.

The whole room applaud for them, the parents are happy for their children and they decided to call this a night.

The two posed for a picture and Baekhyun's brother secretly share the photo to Sehun.

Someone's winning big tonight. Yeah Kyungsoo made 250 dollars bet that Baekhyun is proposing tonight.

The family parted, Baekhyun returning to his shared apartment with Scarlet.

On the way back home, they were talking their hearts out, from the performance, to the gold medal, to their first dates and the proposal.

"Baekhyun, I didn't knew you prepared a ring for me already." Scarlet said as they walk from the lift to their penthouse.

"I told you to never joke around with your words. I'm Baekhyun. Things always happen magically like a surprise!" Baekhyun opens the door and let her step in first.

"It felt like a dream!" Scarlet said as she twirls and hang her jacket.

"What's like a dream?" Baekhyun copies her and closed the door.

"Everything. Landed that quadruple jump, winning gold, getting proposed, saying yes, going home with you, and what else can happen..." she did not finish her sentence because a pair of plump lips sealed hers.

"Awake yet?" Baekhyun ruffles her hair.

She blushed, "I've dated you for 5 years and I'm still blushing like a teenager. Gosh!"

She was embarrassed and decided to put her attention on other things. She places the red roses in fresh water and Baekhyun left her to take a bath.

"Join me in the tub will you?" he yelled from the bathroom.

"A moment. Go first, I'll catch up." She yelled back as she still takes her time arranging the roses.

She secretly took a snap of the roses and her left hand which has a pretty gold ring on it now.

She hit the send button and left giggling to the bathroom. Her phone was left on the dining table, lighted up with lots of notifications from the members.

The bathroom was steamy. Well they invested a lot of money on their bathroom, and none of them regret that decision. They both enjoy their long warm bath so much. The dark granite marbles eases them down. Baekhyun was already inside the big tub full of bubbles; relaxing down with a glass of wine on his hand.

"Scoot over," Scarlet whispers as she joins him into the warm bubble bath.

They sit on opposite sides. Scarlet closes her eyes and leans down to submerge herself more in the warm water. Baekhyun shoots this memory in his mind, and soon joins her closing his eyes to relax a bit.

A good 10 minutes of silence pass, the soft music playing from the speaker ease them down.

"Darling, wake up. Let's move to the bed." Baekhyun wiggles his feet to poke Scarlet.

She almost sleeps in the tub. The nerves from the morning drained her energy.

"Too sleepy." Scarlet pouted.

Baekhyun pulls the plug and lets the water seep out. He grabs the head shower and helps her wash up. He sat behind her and did some massage on her scalp and stiff neck. She groaned in delight when Baekhyun expertly press her stiff muscles, kneading it to lose the tight knot.

"I think it's time for us to have our monthly spa. Your muscles are super tense here!" Baekhyun mutters as he help her finish up.

"Yeah I totally need it. Quick Baek, I could fall asleep anytime." Scarlet yawned and nuzzle into his embrace.

Baekhyun smiled softly and after drying her up, he help her with her sleeping robe and after putting on his, he carried her to bed.

"Is this because of the wine or the aftermath of the big day?" he teased her when her back touches the bed already.

Scarlet in her half sleeping state mumbles something inaudible and Baekhyun can only stare into her with hearts in his eyes.

Yes he was head over heel for this special girl. He just proposed and she said yes. Gosh he was super nervous before. He did a lot of practice in front of the mirrors and hiding from his members too. But he was relieved that she said yes.

Baekhyun slides into her side. He circled his arms around her petite figure which fits perfectly in his body and naturally she snuggle herself to comfort and continue sleeping. Baekhyun kissed the crown of her hair and whispers a sleep tight to her ear. Soon his heavy eyelids shutter down and Baekhyun is off to dreamland.

"Yak! Guys! You all owe me 250!! She said yes!" Kyungsoo's eyes grew bigger (if possible) when Scarlet shared her finger, ring, and flowers.

"Hell no!" Xiumin shouted in disbelief.

"He proposed?" Kai is still trying to process the situation.

Kyungsoo simply show him the picture and Kai face palmed his face.

"Gosh how many dollars am I losing for this silly bets."

"SEHUN. Hand me your 100 dollars! See It's not Chanyeol who'll get married first!" Chen playfully nudges Sehun.

The maknae can only roll his eyes and half heartedly hand a dollar bill to Chen.

#byunbaekhyun #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun domestic fluff #baekhyun #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun oneshot #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun one shot #exo one shot #exo fluff #exo one shot fluff #exo fanfiction #baekhyun fanfic #fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop oneshot

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Wedding Bands and Earthly Bonds

Special thanks to @ironwoman359 for her thoughts on the idea I anonymously sent and @theeternalspace for helping me flesh out some of the scenes.

Summary: Two rings, two bodies, four people. A ghost story of misunderstandings and finding ways to live together.

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Patton and Logan

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality, and potentially LAMP

Part 1: Fluff and Waking Up

The rings were from one of those consignment shops. Virgil’s idea, because he didn’t want anything expensive or to deal with a pushy salesperson in a jewelry store. Roman, bless him, was understanding and even a little excited to find the unique pair of wedding bands in the display of second hand sparklies.

More than a little actually, they’d been home for only a minute before the man was on one knee with the blue topaz studded, silver ring. He extended it to Virgil with his best (dazzling) smile! Virgil pressed his hand away, eyes aside with a similar twist appearing on his lips. “That’s for engagement rings, you dork.”

Roman caught his wrist and gently tugged him to the floor. “We never got the chance to do this properly, my Sulking Siren. Surely you can indulge me the script just this once?”

Which, yeah it was true, they were too jumpy to save for a traditional wedding when the courthouse was right down the street... and with how shaky the current climate was.

Virgil fished around in the shopping bag with his free hand for the other ring, a gold band with a navy sapphire and created diamonds on either side. He slipped it on Roman’s left ring finger while his husband did the same with his. Roman pulled him onto his lap, rocking and laughing at the simple joy. “I knew you couldn’t deny my charms!”

Virgil let slip a high pitched laugh of his own at Roman’s antics and the sight of the stones on their hands. Roman hummed behind him, then reached forward to swipe a thumb across his cheek. A bit of wetness flicked away. Virgil sniffed. “Hey there, Eventide. It’s okay.”

Roman was just gazing at him with a look of pure adoration while he fell apart from nothing. He coughed to cover wiping his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Sorry, don’t know where that came form.”

Roman held up his now decorated hand and intertwined their fingers. He pecked Virgil’s forehead and let him lean into his arms. “That’s alright, Virge. I think I do.”

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Once they had the rings, they never stopped wearing them. Roman likened them to a reward for a year well weathered. He always felt a surge of warmth to see Virgil spin his ring as a comfort or absentmindedly rub its opposite when relaxing with Roman on the couch.

They were doing as such with a movie when he was hit with a hyper-focus on the music in a romantic scene. Specifically the timing of it. He started tapping on the arm of the sofa what he imagined must be the beats of the song.

Virgil chuckled softly, catching his attention. “You good there, Maestro?”

“Hmm?”

“I may have switched to bass a while ago, but I know piano scales when I see them.”

Roman looked down at his slowing fingers. “Oh.” He smiled at his partner. “Must have gotten it from watching you so often, my Corpse Bride.”

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It was a few days out from their anniversary when Roman came home to a heavenly smell in the kitchen that made his mouth water. Bits of flour and egg shells peppered the counter while Virgil stared intently at the oven. “Well, this is new!”

Virgil sprung from his crouch, brandishing a wooden spoon like a sword. “God, Roman!” He huffed, patting his chest. “Warn a guy!”

“Apologies, my Cornish Pixie Stick. I’ve just never seen you making sweets before! What is that anyway?” He made to crack the over door only for Virgil to rap his knuckles with the spoon.

“No naughty nibbling!”

And like that, the slight sting was immediately overshadowed by the sheer hilarity of the words, knocking a deep, rumbling laughter out of him.

Virgil blinked and slapped a hand across his face, which was turning a spectacular shade of red. He sank back down into his earlier squat, and Roman joined him with quite a bit more mirth.

“I’m going to need you to kill me. The fumes have clearly gone to my brain.”

“I love you.” It was such an easy statement that Virgil peeked out. “You never fail to surprise me, mi Nube de Tormenta.” He said, still grinning.

Virgil sighed, gesturing at the oven. “I hope it’s a pineapple upside-down cake. I kinda spaced out halfway through, but I know you wanted one from the store last week.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” It certainly smelled good. “Can I get the first piece?”

“I’ll think about it.”

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T’was the night before their anniversary and all through the house, Roman heard Virgil grousing, curled up on the couch.

He hadn’t felt right all day, haunted by a vague unease and presumably an oncoming flu. Roman finally had to steal his phone to get him off of Web M.D.

“I almost certainly have cancer.” He spoke into the couch cushions.

“Doubtful, Love. But I’ll call the 24 hour nurse line if you start feeling worse.” Roman said, carrying in a large pot and humming something under his breath.

“Really, Princey? Even Stevens?”

Roman’s lips quirked. “You’ve got some soup. Delicious chicken soup.~”

“Stoooop!” Virgil chortled.

Roman obligingly set the pot on the coffee table and spooned the soup into two bowls without further comment. After nudging Virgil up against him, the emo was more accepting of his offering, even leaning on his shoulder when he was full. “Artist, actor and chef.” He said.

“Triple threat.”

“What are the odds you’d get stuck with me?”

Roman picked at the collar of his shirt. “Well, assuming soulmates are determined at birth, they are in your age group and love at first sight is real? 1 in 10,000 or .010 percent.” He blinked out of his thoughts when Virgil leaned back, staring at him like he’d just grown a second head.

“What was that? I thought you hated math?”

“Well, that was mostly statistics, but...” Roman ruffled his hair sharply. “Yes, I do hate math!”

“You’re brother-in-law is getting to you isn’t he?”

Roman flopped his head into his palms. “Probably.” He sighed.

Virgil yawned. “Long depression nap?”

“No, how about some beauty rest?”

“Nah, how ‘bout we just go to sleep?”

Roman scooped him up. “Deal.”

Virgil started squirming. “Wait, hey! C’mon at least get the dishes!”

Roman continued up the stairs. “I’ll come back down once you’re ready for bed.”

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It was a confusing sensation. Like pushing upwards from the deep end of a pool, a tight urgency settled in the chest and an equal force pulling against you even while you are propelled to the air. A break in surface tension and a sudden assault of stimuli.

All at once he was hyper-aware of his own breathing, a heartbeat that ticked up slightly with consciousness, muscles tensing under skin.

His back was uncovered and colder than his front. His arms curled around something- someone much warmer. He could feel them breathing little puffs of air against his chest in the way only the deepest sleepers did.

And at last he takes hold of the ability to open his eyes. The blur of sleep only lasts a short time and the clarity that settles in its place shocks him. As does the person he’s apparently holding.

Brown hair with purple tips, a pale face and concerning shadows stamping the skin beneath their eyes. That’s not...

He’s flying backwards off the bed before his brain even registers the movement and hitting his head on the nightstand. He hisses at the pain holding a hand to his head. He hears the mattress creak as his bedfellow peers over the edge.

“Lo?”

The familiar voice from an unfamiliar face makes him freeze. “Patton?!”

The rings on their fingers shift in color and downstairs the dishes sit undone in the sink.

#Sanders Sides #TSS #Ghost Story AU #Wedding Bands and Earthly Bonds #Virgil Sanders #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders

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A handshake can quell political unrest and stifle impending war. It can, with a bit of spit, validate a gentleman’s agreement, end a years-long romantic relationship or send a young heart racing. But it all depends on the two parties involved.

Daisy, 21, felt a seismic jolt when Harry Styles, 25, wearing a striped jumper and rings on three of his five fingers, clutched her hand two days after this year’s Met Gala in New York, when she served him gelato at the shop where she worked.

“He decided on a small mint chocolate gelato and I made his and the one for his friend and I said, ‘Can I just say I absolutely loved your Met Gala look’ and he said ‘Thank you very much! What’s your name?’ And I said, ‘Daisy’ AND HE FUCKING EXTENDED HISHAND AND REACHED TO SHAKE MY HAND AND I ACTUALLY FUCKINGSHOOK HIS HAND WHAT THE FUCK,” she wrote on Instagram after The Shakening. “Like I didn’t even say anything to gas him up besides ‘I loved your met gala look’ and his fine ass went and shook my hand! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FUCKING HUMAN BEINGTHAT HE IS GOD BLESS HIM AND I HOPE HW [sic] LIVES FOREVER.”

For Harry Styles, a handshake can be a romantic gesture, conjuring a potent reverence in its recipient, like the time he met Gucci’s creative director Alessandro Michele. “He was as attractive as James Dean and as persuasive as Greta Garbo. He was like a Luchino Visconti character, like an Apollo: at the same time sexy as a woman, as a kid, as a man,” Michele told me, hastening to add: “Of course, Harry is not aware of this.”

No, Styles has no idea the power he wields. In person, he’s towering, like someone who is not that much taller but whose reputation adds four inches. Styles has a sedative baritone, spoken in a rummy northern English accent, that tumbles out so slowly you forget the name of your first born, a swagger that has been nursed and perfected in mythical places with names like Paisley Park, or Abbey Road, or Graceland. Makes complete sense that he would be up for the role of Elvis Presley in Baz Luhrmann’s upcoming biopic. He was primed, nay, born to shake his hips, all but one button on his shirt clinging for dear life around his torso. Then the part was awarded to another actor, Austin Butler.

“[Elvis] was such an icon for me growing up,” Styles tells me. “There was something almost sacred about him, almost like I didn’t want to touch him. Then I ended up getting into [his life] a bit and I wasn’t disappointed,” he adds of his initial research and preparations to play The King. He seems relaxed about losing the part to Butler. “I feel like if I’m not the right person for the thing, then it’s best for both of us that I don’t do it, you know?”

Styles released his self-titled debut solo album in May 2017. The boyband grad was clearly uninterested in hollowing out the charts with more formulaic meme pop. Instead, to the surprise of many, he dug his heels into retro-fetishist West Coast ’70s rock. Some of the One Direction fan-hordes might have been confused, but no matter: Harry Styles sold one million copies.

Despite its commercial and critical success, he didn’t tour the album right away. He wanted to act in the Christopher Nolan film Dunkirk. To his credit, his portrayal of a British soldier cowering in a moored boat on the French beaches as the Nazis advanced wasn’t skewered in the press like the movie debuts of, say, Madonna or Justin Timberlake. Perhaps he was following advice given by Elton John, who had urged him to diversify. “He was brilliant in Dunkirk, which took a lot of people by surprise,” John writes in an email. “I love how he takes chances and risks.” Acting, unlike music, is a release for Styles; it’s the one time he can be not himself.

“Why do I want to act? It’s so different to music for me,” he says, suddenly animated. “They’re almost opposite for me. Music, you try and put so much of yourself into it; acting, you’re trying to totally disappear in whoever you’re being.”

Following the news that he missed out on Presley, his name was floated for the role of Prince Eric in Disney’s live-action remake of The Little Mermaid. However, fans will have to wait a bit longer to see Styles on the big screen as that idea, too, has sunk. He won’t be The King or the Prince. “It was discussed,” he acknowledges before swiftly changing the subject. “I want to put music out and focus on that for a while. But everyone involved in it was amazing, so I think it’s going to be great. I’ll enjoy watching it, I’m sure.”

The new album is wrapped and the single is decided upon. “It’s not like his last album,” his friend, rock ‘n’ roll legend Stevie Nicks, told me recently over the phone. “It’s not like anything One Direction ever did. It’s pure Harry, as Harry would say. He’s made a very different record and it’s spectacular.”

Beyond that, Styles is keeping his cards close to his chest as to his next musical move. However, the air is thick with rumours that his main wingman for HS2 is Kid Harpoon, aka Tom Hull, who co-wrote debut album track Sweet Creature. No less an authority than Liam Gallagher told us that both big band escapees were in the same studio – RAK in north-west London – at the same time making their second solo albums. Styles played him a couple of tracks, “and I tell you what, they’re good,” Gallagher enthused. “A bit like that Bon Iver. Is that his name?”

Harry Styles met Nicks at a Fleetwood Mac concert in Los Angeles in April 2015. Something about him felt authentic to the legendary frontwoman: grounded, like she’d known him forever, blessed with a winning moonshot grin. A month later, they met backstage at another Mac gig, this time at the O2 in London. Styles brought a carrot cake for Nicks’ birthday, her name piped in icing on top. By her own admission, Nicks doesn’t even celebrate birthdays, so this was a surprise. “He was personally responsible for me actually having to celebrate my birthday, which was very sweet,” she says.

Styles’ relationship with Nicks is hard to define. Inducting her into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in New York as a solo artist earlier this year, his speech hymned her as a “magical gypsy godmother who occupies the in-between”. She’s called him her “lovechild” with Mick Fleetwood and the “son I never had”. Both have moved past the preliminary chat acknowledging each other’s unquantifiable talents and smoothly accelerated towards playful cut-and-thrust banter of a witch mom and her naughty child.

They perform together – he sings The Chainand Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around; she sings the one allegedly written about Taylor Swift, Two Ghosts. One of those performances was at the Gucci Cruise afterparty in Rome in May, for “a lot of money”, Nicks tells me, in a “big kind of castle place”. She has become his de facto mentor – one phone call is all it takes to reach the Queen of Rock’n’Roll for advice on sequencing (“She is really good at track listing,” Styles admits) or just to hear each other’s voices… because, well, wouldn’t you?

Following another Fleetwood Mac concert, at London’s Wembley Stadium, in June, Nicks met Styles for a late (Indian) dinner. He then invited her back to his semi-detached Georgian mansion in north London for a listening party at midnight. The album – HS2or whatever it’ll be called – was finished. Nicks, her assistant Karen, her make-up artist and her friends Jess and Mary crammed onto Styles’ living-room couch. They listened to it once through in silence like a “bunch of educated monks or something in this dark room”. Then once again, 15 or 16 tracks, this time each of his guests offering live feedback. It wrapped at 5am, just as the sun was bleeding through the curtains.

Even for a pop star of Styles’ stature, pressing “play” on a deeply personal work for your hero to digest, watching her face react in real time to your new music, must be… what?

“It’s a double-edged thing,” he replies. “You’re always nervous when you are playing people music for the first time. You’ve heard it so much by this point, you forget that people haven’t heard it before. It’s hard to not feel like you’ve done what you’ve set out to do. You are happy with something and then someone who you respect so much and look up to is, like: ‘I really like this.’ It feels like a large stamp [of approval]. It’s a big step towards feeling very comfortable with whatever else happens to it.”

Wading through Styles’ background info is exhausting, since he was spanked by fame in the social media era where every goddam blink of a kohl-rimmed eye has been documented from six angles. (And yes, he does sometimes wear guyliner.)

Deep breath: born in Redditch, Worcestershire, to parents Des and Anne, who divorced when he was seven. Grew up in Holmes Chapel in Cheshire with his sister Gemma, mum and stepdad Robin Twist. Rode horses at a nearby stable for free (“I was a bad rider, but I was a rider”). Stopped riding, “got into different stuff”. Formed a band, White Eskimo, with schoolmates. Aged 16, tried out for the 2010 run of The X Factorwith a stirring but average rendition of Stevie Wonder’s Isn’t She Lovely. Cut from the show and put into a boy band with four others, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik, and called One Direction. Became internationally famous, toured the globe. Zayn quit to go solo. Toured some more. Dated but maybe didn’t date Caroline Flack, Rita Ora and Taylor Swift – whom he reportedly dumped in the British Virgin Islands. (This relationship, if nothing else, yielded an iconic, candid shot of Swift looking dejected, being motored back to shore on the back of a boat called the Flying Ray.) One Direction discussed disbanding in 2014, actually dissolved in 2015. They remain friendly, and Styles officially went solo in 2016.

It’s been two years since his eponymous debut and lead single, Sign of the Times, shocked the world and Elton John with its swaggering, soft rock sound. “It came out of left field and I loved it,” John says.

After 89 arena-packed shows across five continents grossed him, the label, whomever, over $61 million, Styles had all but disappeared. He has emerged only intermittently for public-facing events – a Gucci afterparty performance here, a Met Gala co-chairing there. He relocated from Los Angeles back to London, selling his Hollywood Hills house for $6million and shipping his Jaguar E-type across the Atlantic so he could take joyrides on the M25.

“I’m not over LA,” he insists when I ask about the move. “My relationship with LAchanged a lot. What I wanted from LA changed.”

A great escape, he would agree, is sometimes necessary. He was in Tokyo for most of January, having nearly finished his album. “I needed time to get out of that album frame-of-mind of: ‘Is it finished? Where am I at? What’s happening?’ I really needed that time away from everyone. I was kind of just in Tokyo by myself.” His sabbatical mostly involved reading Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, singing Nirvana at karaoke, writing alone in his hotel room, listening to music and eavesdropping on strangers in alien conversation. “It was just a positive time for my head and I think that impacted the album in a big way.”

During this break he watched a lot of films, read a lot of books. Sometimes he texts these recommendations to his pal Michele at Gucci. He told Michele to watch the Ali Macgraw film, Love Story. “We text what friends text about. He is the same [as me] in terms of he lives in his own world and he does his own thing. I love dressing up and he loves dressing up.”

Because he loves dressing up, Michele chose Styles to be the face of three Gucci Tailoring campaigns and of its new genderless fragrance, Mémoire d’une Odeur.

“The moment I met him, I immediately understood there was something strong around him,” Michele tells me. “I realised he was much more than a young singer. He was a young man, dressed in a thoughtful way, with uncombed hair and a beautiful voice. I thought he gathered within himself the feminine and the masculine.”

Fashion, for Styles, is a playground. Something he doesn’t take too seriously. A couple of years ago Harry Lambert, his stylist since 2015, acquired for him a pair of pink metallic Saint Laurent boots that he has never been photographed wearing. They are exceedingly rare – few pairs exist. Styles wears them “to get milk”. They are, in his words, “super-fun”. He’s not sure, but he has, ballpark, 50 pairs of shoes, as well as full closets in at least three postcodes. He settles on an outfit fairly quickly, maybe changes his T-shirt once before heading out, but mostly knows what he likes.

What he may not fully comprehend is that simply by being photographed in a garment he can spur the career of a designer, as he has with Harris Reed, Palomo Spain, Charles Jeffrey, Alled-Martínez and a new favourite, Bode. Styles wore a SS16 Gucci floral suit to the 2015 American Music Awards. When he was asked who made his suit on the red carpet, Gucci began trending worldwide on Twitter.

“It was one of the first times a male wore Alessandro’s runway designs and, at the time, men were not taking too many red carpet risks,” says Lambert. “Who knows if it influenced others, but it was a special moment. Plus, it was fun seeing the fans dress up in suits to come see Harry’s shows.”

Yet traditional gender codes of dress still have the minds of middle America in a chokehold. Men can’t wear women’s clothes, say the online whingers, who have labelled him “tragic”, “a clown” and a Bowie wannabe. Styles doesn’t care. “What’s feminine and what’s masculine, what men are wearing and what women are wearing – it’s like there are no lines any more.”

Elton John agrees: “It worked for Marc Bolan, Bowie and Mick. Harry has the same qualities.”

Then there is the question of Styles’ sexuality, something he has admittedly “never really started to label”, which will plague him until he does. Perhaps it’s part of his allure. He’s brandished a pride flag that read “Make America Gay Again” on stage, and planted a stake somewhere left of centre on sexuality’s rainbow spectrum.

“In the position that he’s in, he can’t really say a lot, but he chose a queer girl band to open for him and I think that speaks volumes,” Josette Maskin of the queer band MUNA told The Face earlier this year.

“I get a lot of…” Styles trails off, wheels turning on how he can discuss sexuality without really answering. “I’m not always super-outspoken. But I think it’s very clear from choices that I make that I feel a certain way about lots of things. I don’t know how to describe it. I guess I’m not…” He pauses again, pivots. “I want everyone to feel welcome at shows and online. They want to be loved and equal, you know? I’m never unsupported, so it feels weird for me to overthink it for someone else.”

Sexuality aside, he must acknowledge that he has sex appeal. “The word ‘sexy’ sounds so strange coming out of my mouth. So I would say that that’s probably why I would not consider myself sexy.”

Harry Styles has emerged fully-formed, an anachronistic rock star, vague in sensibility but destined to impress with a disarming smile and a warm but firm handshake.

I recite to him a quote from Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders about her time atop rock’s throne: “I never got into this for the money or because I wanted to join in the superstar sex around the swimming pools. I did it because the offer of a record contract came along and it seemed like it might be more fun than being a waitress. Now, I’m not so sure.”

Styles – who worked in a bakery in a small northern town some time before playing to 40,000 screaming fans in South American arenas – must have witnessed some shit, been invited to a few poolside sex parties, in his time.

“I’ve seen a couple of things,” he nods in agreement. “But I’m still young. I feel like there’s still stuff to see.”

#harry styles #the face #050919

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The Face - Volume 4 . Issue 1

“He decided on a small mint chocolate gelato and I made his and the one for his friend and I said, ‘Can I just say I absolutely loved your Met Gala look’ and he said ‘Thank you very much! What’s your name?’ And I said, ‘Daisy’ AND HE FUCKING EXTENDED HIS HAND AND REACHEDTO SHAKE MY HAND AND I ACTUALLY FUCKING SHOOK HIS HAND WHAT THEFUCK,” she wrote on Instagram after The Shakening. “Like I didn’t even say anything to gas him up besides ‘I loved your met gala look’ and his fine ass went and shook my hand! WHATA BEAUTIFUL FUCKING HUMAN BEING THAT HE IS GOD BLESS HIM AND I HOPE HW[sic] LIVES FOREVER.”

They perform together – he sings The Chain and Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around; she sings the one allegedly written about Taylor Swift, Two Ghosts. One of those performances was at the Gucci Cruise afterparty in Rome in May, for “a lot of money”, Nicks tells me, in a “big kind of castle place”. She has become his de facto mentor – one phone call is all it takes to reach the Queen of Rock’n’Roll for advice on sequencing (“She is really good at track listing,” Styles admits) or just to hear each other’s voices… because, well, wouldn’t you?

Even for a pop star of Styles’ stature, pressing “play” on a deeply personal work for your hero to digest, watching her face react in real time to your new music, must be… what?

After 89 arena-packed shows across five continents grossed him, the label, whomever, over $61million, Styles had all but disappeared. He has emerged only intermittently for public-facing events – a Gucci afterparty performance here, a Met Gala co-chairing there. He relocated from Los Angeles back to London, selling his Hollywood Hills house for $6 million and shipping his Jaguar E-type across the Atlantic so he could take joyrides on the M25.

“I’m not over LA,” he insists when I ask about the move. “My relationship with LA changed a lot. What I wanted from LA changed.”

Because he loves dressing up, Michele chose Styles to be the face of three Gucci Tailoring campaigns and of its new genderless fragrance, Mémoire d’une Odeur.

Elton John agrees: “It worked for Marc Bolan, Bowie and Mick. Harry has the same qualities.”

Harry Styles has emerged fully-formed, an anachronistic rock star, vague in sensibility but destined to impress with a disarming smile and a warm but firm handshake.

Styles – who worked in a bakery in a small northern town some time before playing to 40,000screaming fans in South American arenas – must have witnessed some shit, been invited to a few poolside sex parties, in his time.

“I’ve seen a couple of things,” he nods in agreement. “But I’m still young. I feel like there’s still stuff to see.”

#theface19 #harry styles #sep19 #article

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Cor’s Adventure Zone Writing

Longer Fics - solo

Chrysanthemums (Lovesick) - A Blupjeans hanahaki fic.

Barry Bluejeans knows what’s happening the moment the first petal appears.

And he knows how it will end.

Losing Time - (Set after Story and Song) After being missing for three days, Barry has been mysteriously de-aged. Now he looks 20 years old and doesn’t remember anyone. Lup, Kravitz, and Taako are trying to figure things out.

Losing Time “Exit Interview” (10 fanfic questions answered about Losing Time. Includes a lot of behind the scenes and extended explanations.)

It’s About Time - This is a love letter to Barry Bluejeans of sorts: the whole campaign of The Adventure Zone: Balance (and then some) told from Barry’s point of view. (Part of ‘All the Time in the Worlds’ series, this fic covers their Stolen Century from Barry’s POV.)

It’s About Time “Exit Interview” (10 fanfic questions answered about the fic. Includes a lot of behind the scenes and extended explanations.)

Time After Time - With Lup missing and he and Taako unable to find any sign of her, Barry Bluejeans had thought things couldn’t get any worse.

He was wrong. Now he’s completely alone, on the run, hoping to find a way to fix everything and reunite his family.

These are Barry’s voidfished years, his years without Lup, his years forced to play the villain.

(Part of ‘All the Time in the Worlds’ series, this fic covers the Faerun part of the podcast from Barry’s POV. Updates on Fridays.)

Bluejeans, Boxers, and One Bed - A prompt that got out of hand, this is my contribution to the best mutual pining trope out there: There Was Only One Bed! 4500+ words of ridiculous pining with a side dish of underwear angst. Yup, it’s a thing.

Legato Solos - Before their song was ready, before their big performance, Barry and Lup spent their last few months consumed with thoughts of one another. (Rated Mature.)

Like Friendship Set Aflame - Barry has been searching for the perfect gifts for everyone. The problem isn’t finding something perfect for Lup. It’s that it’s too perfect. (Rated Explicit. Essentially? This is over 12k words of smut. )

This necklace was incredibly and conspicuously expensive. There was no way to give it to her at the same time he gave Magnus nail polish and a silly stuffed animal. There was no way to not be obvious that he cared about her as more than just a crewmate. This was a piece of jewelry that said ‘I have been painfully in love with you for decades and will continue to be for as long as I exist’ and said it in big, shouty letters.

This necklace was overt. Undisguised.

This necklace was a declaration.

Like Friendship Set Aflame “Exit Interview” (10 fanfic questions answered about the fic. Includes a lot of behind the scenes and extended explanations.)

A Thousand Tiny Moments - Before being chosen for the Starblaster crew, Lup meets someone at a party. It doesn’t go well. (Part of the ‘All the Time in the Worlds’ Series, this is the Lup POV companion fic to It’s About Time. 14k words)

She drifts closer to him and slowly, so slowly, she bends her head to his. She pauses inches away, not yet touching but so close they share breath. Her hand slides along the lapel of his jacket and she feels his chest rise as he breathes in.

She looks at his mouth and thinks this is the last moment before I kiss him. It’s as inevitable as his chest falling beneath her hand as he exhales. So she kisses him. His lips are warm and soft against hers with the rich sting of alcohol painted on both their mouths.

The Lup POV minific that became A Thousand Tiny Moments

A Thousand Tiny Moments “Exit Interview” (10 fanfic questions answered about ATTM. Includes a lot of behind the scenes and extended explanations.)

Longer Fics - colabs

Wild Dragon Chase - Having spotted the same distinctive looking dragon several times and in several different planar systems, Lup is ready to force a meeting. A dragon on their side against the Hunger would be a tremendous advantage.

Barry Bluejeans has kept his true nature a secret for half a millennia. He’s been alone since the rest of his flight died trying to defend the town they were the protectors of. That’s a difficult life for a crystal dragon who hoards sentimental and emotional bonds the way other flights hoard gold or relics. Can he risk his secret when half the crew despise dragons? (By @tanger-catnip & @youhearstatic)

Also, here’s a quick scene that would take place about two weeks after the events of Wild Dragon Chase, a conversation between Taako and Lup about her and the dragon.

A Single Slat of Wood and Canvas - After months of training, Lup fails to bring in her first solo reaper contract. She won’t tell anyone exactly what happened, even Barry. (By @tanger-catnip & @youhearstatic)

Barry woke with a start. His hand reached for the other side of the bed before he even knew who or where he was.

“Lup?” he asked the empty room.

Her side of the bed was cold. Barry was up and fumbling for his glasses in an instant, his heart pounding.

Made Before the Voidfish (Broken by a Voidfish) - For months Lup, Magnus, and Merle have been haunted by the presence of the ‘red robe’. Often showing up after their adventures to offer cryptic and usually unhelpful warnings and advice. Shortly after the events at Refuge, Lup hatches a plan to finally pin this incomprehensible creature down and get the answers to the questions burning inside her. [TwinSwap AU 1.0] (By @tanger-catnip & @youhearstatic)

Lup heard her own voice twist into a burst of static. She couldn’t remember what she had just said or hold it in her brain, but her mouth knew the words. She bent over, a lance of pain shooting through her head. It hurt so much, but she was so close to something she just had to keep going.

More static. It was like something was stealing the words away from her. She tried to claw them back, but they just would not stay in. It was like vomiting, but with words that she couldn’t hear.

Lust is a Thing with Fangs - Lup tries to sneak in one more day of laboratory work before her annual heat cycle kicks in. Barry is there. It goes about how you would expect. (Explicit content.) (By @tanger-catnip & @youhearstatic)

Lup paused at the door to the lab. She stood up straight, wrapping herself in dignity and ignoring her heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. It would be fine. It was only Barry. He would be way too focused on his work to notice her trembling, or the fact she was flushed from the tips of her ears to her toes.

Lup licked her lips. She suddenly had the strangest feeling. Like part of her had come to a revelation about something and another was frantically trying to muffle it before it could be brought to her attention.

A Night at The Naughty Kitten - Out of options after the Starblaster hastily relocated without them, Lup and Barry spend the night at a “boutique” “short stay” hotel.

There’s only one bed, but that’s the least of anyone’s problems. (By @tanger-catnip & @youhearstatic)

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It wasn’t the first time she’d ended up like this, but every time Lup wondered if it would be the one to break her. He wanted her so badly. Lup didn’t understand how she was supposed to handle seeing it so clearly on his face on top of her own longing.

Sandworms and Other Concerns - Barry discovers that Lup’s presence can improve any situation, including having his arm torn off by a fifty-foot-long, carnivorous, burrowing, acid-spitting, hook-toothed, pinstriped Sandworm. (By @tanger-catnip & @youhearstatic - Also on AO3.) {Hey guys, just to let you know: The sandworm is all in the title. This is Hurt/Comfort wrapped in Fluff. Angst levels are at absolute minimum!}

Short Fics

Barry & Lup:

Lup watches Barry Sleep - Post S&S

Ghosts of Candlenights Past, Echoes of Candlenights Future - Barry feeling sad about the holiday and not realizing just how close he is to having what he always wanted.

Morning in Bed - Lup and Barry just cuddling and being in love. Prompt Request.

It’s Cold Outside But You’re Warm - Lup and Barry mutual pining. Prompt Request.

Strings - Lup and Barry just performed their song. Lup has a few final doubts.

What If She’s Just Gone? - Barry’s anxieties get away from him when Lup is missing. Prompt request.

Will You Marry Me - Barry does what he has to. Prompt Request.

Reactions - The twins deal with Barry being ill. Prompt Request.

Curse and Canyon - Barry is hurt. Lup is trying to deal. Prompt Request.

Take a Picture - Lup is frustrated. Prompt request.

Your Laugh is so Adorable - Lup does some reluctant pining. Prompt request.

Don’t Touch Me - Barry and Lup short experimental piece.

Gathering - Taako plans a party. Prompt request.

It was the Pottery - Taako teasing Barry. Prompt request.

Super Short & Cutesy - Barry and Lup in the lab. Prompt request.

What You Did Was Stupid - Barry and Lup on Tesseralia. Prompt request.

This One is Really Dark - You’ve been warned. Prompt request.

Let Me Help You - Prompt request for Barry & Lup.

You Don’t Have to Act Like You’re Okay - Prompt request for Barry and Lup.

Pride - Prompt based minific of Lup coming to Barry’s rescue at a Pride event.

Hotel Balcony - A prompt based modern meet-cute for Barry and Lup.

Hotel Balcony Pt 2 - Hey look, there’s more!

Contradictions - Test minific/opener for the Barry POV fic.

Lup and Barry switch - Lup is the one that falls from the Starblaster, taking Taako with her.

At the Wedding - Barry and Lup at Carey and Killian’s wedding. Quick scene inspired by a post.

True Seeing - Barry in a voidfished body with a group of adventurers. Short group write piece.

TazDelightful’s personality swap - A short piece with Taako and Evocation Specialist Barry talking, the echo of their beach discussion in an AU where Barry is the rowdy flame mage and Lup is the nerdy science officer.

Whumptober Prompts: A set of prompts for October 2019, all focused on angst and “whump.” Despite the focus, many of them do still have happy endings or at least, given the nature of Stolen Century, imply an eventual happy ending, since they still fit roughly within canon.

First fourteen prompts - The first fourteen days of prompts were strung together into a single story. Links at the bottom will lead through the story. This is a sort of general angst piece that delves into sci fi magical realism.

Breathless - Lup wakes up alone. Set post S&S.

Pinned Down - Barry and Lup encounter a problem trying to get across a battlefield to return to the Starblaster.

Stay With Me - Once again, fate keeps them from having a certain conversation.

Bound - Barry dies again. This might be his worst one yet.

Asphyxiation - Lup is nervous about getting in a body again after so long being noncorporeal.

Trembling - Lup and Barry and a few, final minutes.

Laced Drink - A poisoned drink makes Lup reassess priorities.

Hallucination - Barry wakes up sure a terrible situation is happening again.

Other Short TAZ Pieces:

Love is Dead - Taakitz Soulmate/Soulmark AU with Blupjeans background. Also on AO3.

Just Like the Movies - Taakitz first Candlenights. Also on AO3.

Getting Home - Super short Magnulia prompt

Second Chances - When Lucretia gets the second void fish she realizes she can inoculate Davenport and talk to him.

Just You and Me - JohnChurch prompt request.

Karma is a Bitch/What Did You Say? - Taako & Barry’s friendship prompt request.

Can You Keep a Secret? - Taako & Barry’s friendship prompt request.

What if the Stones of Farspeech hadn’t been confiscated? - THB and others develop a friendship with the mystery contacts in their stones. Short group write piece.

Meta, Etc

Headcanons:

[The Twins | Taako & Lup]

[The Lover | Barry]

[The Protector | Magnus]

[The Lonely Journal Keeper | Lucretia | The Director]

[The Peacemaker | Merle]

[The Wordless One | Davenport]

[Kravitz]

[Miscellaneous]

Meta:

Lucretia and the Red Robes (Pt 1) Lucretia and the Red Robes (Pt 2)

A list of every conversation Lucretia has with the boys about the Red Robes and a discussion of her thought process/intentions. Part 2 focuses specifically on how her words in Ep 59 may have influenced Magnus’s decisions going forward.

Murder or Suicide: What is it when lich!Barry sets up his living!Barry body to die?

Other:

TAZ Balance Characters as WoW Classes

#blupjeans #barry and lup #barry bluejeans #lup #taz balance #taz fic #fic list #mywriting #mystuff #the adventure zone #long post #i apologize for how long this is #but i don't want a read more on it because i link this in my header

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Name of your muse: Margaret Joanna Adelha Mathilde

One picture you like best of your muse’s FC:

Most all my FC’s I get for Adelha come from the web comic Ghost Blade by @wlopwangling. Since her character of Princess Yan Haiqin perfectly matches Adelha. Also the artwork wlop does... I’ve never seen a more talented artist in my life to be honest. They have a vibrant style and color depiction that leaps out of the panels. So please go and check out their work. Their Deviantart page is found on this link here.

If you have yet to read this webcomic you may do so here: Ghostblade

Two Headcanons for your muse you have never told anyone:

Adelha may be good at many things. But technology is not one of them. She barely can handle working on a computer. And she’s useless with a smart phone. It takes a lot of time for her to figure out how to use them. Hence why she has a basic flip phone in her duffel bag and not something more modern. Thankfully, someone from Eugene’s clan walked her through how to text.

Adelha goes to church on a weekly basis. If she isn’t able to attend service, she will listen to one on the radio. On many occasions you can catch her humming old hymns when doing something. She also has a habit of openly conversing with the Lord whenever she is thinking through something. As she says, “It is far better to seek council from the one that knows and understands all things than to simply assume upon your own limited perceptions.” Which has gotten her father’s cousin Eugene to laugh whenever she has to remind him of this truth.

Three things your muse likes doing in their free time:

Gardening. She has a passion for it she inherited from her mum. Since she’s been watering flowers and pulling weeds the moment she could stand up on her own or crawl through the dirt. She savors making things grow and flourish.

Swimming / Diving: Most verses Adelha is half Water Dragon. So naturally she loves being in the water. And has to return to water every couple of days. But she could spend all her time under the waves hunting for clams or chasing fish.

Combat practice: Adelha has been doing archery and swordsmanship since she was five years old. It was insisted she learn such by her mum and da. To teach her both discipline and how to defend herself along with others. Her father’s cousin and her guardian, Eugene Currier, has also joined her in daily practice after he took her in at age ten when her parents died. While Eugene’s closest friend, Claude Gaugain, added to the regiment. Teaching Adelha several kinds of martial arts and boxing styles. Her family believes in being able to fight for what is right and to defend those that are in need.

Seven people your muse likes / loves: (gonna do this for all verses)

Main verse / All verses: Eugene Currier (father’s cousin / guardian / head of the Currier clan) , Claude Gaugain (teacher / guardian / second of the Currier clan) , Yuji Hayashida (Currier clan member) Erlik and Matvei Okakura (twins / Currier clan member), Verne (Currier clan member / best friend), Jacobson Shugenja aka “Jake” (Currier clan member), Agrias and Alma Oaklends (twins / Currier clan member), Seiya Katakura (youngest Currier clan member)

Bleach verse: Maki Ichinose, Kugo Ginjo, Shukuro Tsukishima, ( @my-twistxd-cross ), Kokuto ( @love-me-in-lifexhate-me-in-hell ) Kon ( @naughty-kitten-kon )

FGOChaldea verse: Iskander (her Servant), Saber of Gilles De Rais (her Servant), Erik aka The Phantom of the Opera (her Servant), Florence Nightengale (her Servant) Dr. Romani Archaman (close friend), Leonardo Da Vinci (close friend), Dr. Henry Jekyll / Cu Chulainn / Kid Gil / Anderson / Karna ( @bleep3 ), Masato ( @fgoprotagonistrp ), Hektor ( @durindanna ), Fran ( @beautivile ), Ritsuka ( @savepnt)

Two things your muse regrets:

Not being able to help her parents the night they died. She was only ten and nearly died herself in the fire that burned down their home. But who doesn’t wish they could have saved their family from a tragic end?

There was a late night in Boston during the winter where she was at a bar. A fight broke out due to four drunken men losing a bet with Adelha from playing billards. It got to be a really bad brawl. The result had five people dying. All four of the drunks, along with a bus boy who was just doing his job. A twenty year old college student named Ivan. He’d been rushed to the hospital but didn’t make it through surgery. Adelha regrets that he got killed for such an empty reason as not ducking when a heavy glass mug went flying and bashed him in the head.

Two phobias your muse has:

Failing to protect someone she cares about. She believes she should be able to keep the people she values safe. No matter what the circumstances are.

Large fires. Since she almost died in a fire at the age of ten. Her parents didn’t make it. And she’s got a burn that covers her whole left side.

Tagged by: @pupperofulster

Tagging: @beautivile @ashsear

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tyleroakley-obsessed · 5 years

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It’s time for another fantastic fall weekend in Memphis, including a ton of Halloween-themed events. (Read the full list of pumpkin patches, Halloween parties, and costume contests here.) Here are the five things you won’t want to miss, plus a few extras. But first, be sure you didn’t miss anything on the blog this week: – Memphis Really Likes To Celebrate Halloween (Updated) – How To Make The Most of RiverArtsFest 2019 – 365 Things To Do In Memphis #272 and #275: RiverArtsFest and India Fest – Don’t Wait Until The Day Before Thanksgiving To Decide You Want To Volunteer OK, here’s your weekend guide: 1. Day Of The Dead Preview, Crosstown Concourse, Friday, 6 p.m. – 9 p.m., free, all ages/kid-friendly Crosstown Concourse and Cazateatro present a Day of the Dead preview event with music, folklore, dancers, altars, and crafts. Día de Muertos takes place on November 1st and 2nd; it’s a joyful festivity for families to honor and remember deceased loved ones. Celebrate this holiday a little early this Friday night at Crosstown, and be sure to check out the parade and festival at the Brooks Museum coming up on November 2. 2. Kid-Friendly Halloween Fun (I’m cheating big time! 5 for 1!) This Saturday is the day to grab your costumed children and take them out to celebrate. You have plenty of options, and here are a few: – 2nd Baptist Church Pumpkin Festival from 11 a.m. – 1 p.m. is a free event with trunk-or-treat, games, snacks, inflatables, in a pumpkin patch. – Boo N Brew Party at Oak Court Mall is outside in “The Grove” from 2 p.m. – 6 p.m. with Ghost River beer, shopping, food, kids crafts, and music. Free to attend. – Halloween Spooktacular at the Children’s Museum offers fright-free fun from 10 a.m. – 3 p.m. with crafts, scavenger hunt, magic show, costume contest, trick-or-treat stations, scarecrow building, face painting, and snacks, plus a big petting zoo and train ride. It’s $3 for members and $20 for nonmembers and includes museum admission. – Flick or Treat Movie Night at the Botanic Garden includes trick-or-treating from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m., followed by a double feature of “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” at 7:15 p.m. and “Casper” at 7:45 p.m. Kettle corn, food trucks, photo pops, booze available for sale. Tickets are $10 for non-members. – Germantown Fall Fest at Bobby Lanier Farm Park starts at 4 p.m. with pumpkin patch fun, petting zoo, and hayrides. Then come the haunted trails, burgers, bounce houses, music and more. Fairy Tale Trail 6 p.m. – 8 p.m. and Trail of Terror 7 p.m. – 9 p.m. $4 per person for the trails, some activities are a few bucks. All ages. Rain date is the 27th. 3. Spaceface Halloween, Crosstown Theatre, Saturday, 7 p.m. – 11:30 p.m., $15, all ages If you want to feel like you’re floating in an ocean of colors and sounds, mark your calendars for Spaceface’s annual Halloween show. Doors open at 7 p.m. with DJ Chandler Blingg, Harlan goes on at 8 p.m., and Spaceface with the UpsideDown Ensemble. For the enthusiastically undead among you: afterparty at 11 p.m. at the Art Bar at Crosstown afterward. They’ll have a vendor market going on starting at 7 p.m., too. 4. Memphis Bigfoot Festival + Monster Mash, Memphis Made, Saturday, 2 p.m. – 6 p.m. + , free, all ages Celebrate our big friend in the woods with films, evidence, and more Bigfoot-themed fun at Memphis Made’s taproom in Cooper Young. They’ll have two different areas set up; the Camp Patterson area is for films and discussions and Camp Gimlin is for getting lit. They’ll have paranormal gear (what is this?!) and cool t-shirts in the Monster Mart, too. Stay after for a costume dance party DJ’ed by Goner Records in the taproom. 5. River Arts Fest, Riverside Drive, October 26-27, Saturday 10 a.m.-9 p.m., Sunday 10 am.-5 p.m., $5, all ages Last year was the first time RiverArtsFest was held on Riverside Drive, and they’re continuing at the new location in October. This street festival rivals Cooper-Young Fest with its own selection of fine arts, local music, live artist demonstrations and hands-on activities for all ages. RiverArtsFest last year also included the debut of the Mighty Lights on the Hernando de Soto Bridge, so I’m sure they’ve got something special planned for that anniversary. Bonus! Black Lodge Halloween Ritual, 405 N. Cleveland St, Friday – Saturday, $13 per night, ages TBD Black Lodge is back. They know one night isn’t enough for their annual sleepless rager, so they’re going for two nights of music and mayhem this year. Expect music, lights, fire breathers, zombie mermaids, food and drinks for sale, and more scary stuff. It starts at 9 p.m. both nights and going until everyone dies and turns into ghosts. And even more ideas… All Weekend – HauntedWeb Haunted Attraction at 2665 S. Perkins – Head Over Heels Musical at Playhouse on the Square – Zoo Boo at the Memphis Zoo – Monster Market at 618 S. Main Street – Mound City Corn Maze in Marion, Ark. (Fri. and Sun only) – CATS the musical at Theatre Memphis – Cedar Hill’s Haunted Farm in Hernando, Miss Friday – Haunted Happenings: A Victorian Carnival at Woodruff-Fontaine – Memphis Tequila Fest at Overton Square – Flicker Fest on Flicker Street – Day of the Dead Preview at Crosstown Concourse – Lovelight Orchestra at The Green Room at Crosstown Saturday – Make Your Own Golden Snitch at the Metal Museum – Woof Walk at the Humane Society – Grand Re-Opening of Overton Bark Dog Park – Trunk or Treat on Tillman Street – gather + memphis Market at Hi-Tone – Cordelia’s 2nd Annual Fall Festival in Harbor Town – Bluff City Hotwing Fest at Compass Community Schools – “Rootworkers & Hoodoo In The Mid-South” Book Release Party at A. Schwab – Murder Mystery Dinner at Central Christian Church – Justice For All Ball at Halloran Center – Collage Dance Fall Show at GPAC – Short In The Sleeve Album Release Show at Otherlands – Grand Krewe of Ptolemy Halloween Party at Local on the Square – Naughty Nightmares & The Haunted House of Burlesque at Club Spectrum – Boos & Brews Bar Crawl downtown Memphis – Boos & Booze Halloween Party and Costume Contest at Lafayette’s Sunday – Raise The Ruff Party at Carolina Watershed – Collage Dance Fall Show at GPAC – 2019 Trashion Show downtown – Tulsa Music Revue at The Green Room at Crosstown Arts Are you a home owner in Memphis, with a broken garage door? Call ASAP garage door today at 901-461-0385 or checkout https://ift.tt/1B5z3Pc

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bornfromscarletcords · 6 years

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Las Cordones De Nuestros Corazones (The Cords Of Our Hearts)

The following Is a werewolf production. It’s focus is a general observation of social sexiness, general naughtiness, the peculiarities of misusing one’s power especially in the workplace and especially-especially (twice for emphasis) in what some could consider erotic circumstances. As a disclaimer offense is not intended though most certainly imminent; werewolves are not cuddly pets, though when given some release from their restrictions, have a way knocking things off their feet, turning them this way and that, going up and down with them, then in then out, then in again until they can’t tell whether the difference between their insides and outsides. Again, your questioning and reproaching glances are entirely expected, you have been warned. Some names and circumstances have been flubbed (mildly altered), in short, we may or may not be lying; the world may never know.

Enter Alejandro Cariño, our protagonist, in a sense, though most of this story will probably revolve around the nature of antiheroes/antiheroines and or people who just sort keep skirting around the heavy hammer of justice, though with much style and passionate fire. Mr. Cariño, or as his female students, his boss the school president, and that weird janitor liked to call him “Señor Guapo” was a professor at a somewhat peculiar university. You see in this era, humans had gotten a little smarter than usual, and the members of the supernatural or preternatural, or just weird other than human categories were getting a little...well a lot dumber. Even if you’re battling a lemming carelessness can be your downfall, as so many would learn in this time. Anyway as a sort of preparation for what would be a rough transition from the shadows of mortal vigilance to potential “center stage” attention if you will, a series of insurance were pushed into motion. The most relevant, for the sake of this story, being the existence of multiple facilities of education dealing, primarily with the nurturing of weird ol’ nonhumans so that they wouldn’t hurt themselves every time they had to go buy milk from the grocery store or something. Was that not enough information, well tough nipples? This world ain’t fair. Well, anyway Alejandro sable melted in hot sexiness, melted in almond glazed muscles, dribbled on a redwood forest (for strong foundation) and then bound in debonair wolf wildness. He had flame, he had machismo, he had great curly hair he often kept pulled back in a wolf tail, no not a pony tail, you heard correctly. He was also on the slightly below average height side, but for some reason that just made woman see him as sensitive for some strange reason, like he’d be good at snuggling. Oh he was sensitive, sensitive to those choice and caressable fleshy regions of theirs. Alejandro taught some engineering, some botany, and some poetry, though he tried to limit his lyrical nature to the strumming of his guitar which always seemed to draw the ear of one pretty thing or another. He was every square inch of modern suaveness and though he didn’t look a day over twenty four, he listed himself as being something like forty-two, though Alejandro’s limitations had a way of escaping one’s attention when too inconvenient. In actuality he was probably something like a 1240, but who’s counting. How did he stay so mobile? Well he might say it was all his cardio, and his occasional enjoyment of veganism, if only for irony’s sake, though the attentive gaze would not have to look far to understand that old wolves had many tricks up their sleeves. The benefit and consequence of surviving so long when others did not.

Although much of a werewolf’s daily existence operated like a madman’s death indulging set of magical misdirection, like if a magician was giving his own eulogy while his corpse was still in the coffin; a degree of normalcy was not unattainable. In a world of miracles the impossible was eroded to nothing, though normalcy served as a shield or cloak more often than not. A bit of red smeared on your mouth around nosy neighbors? Don’t want to tell them about that annoying squirrel he was very much no longer amongst the living? Well then perhaps that red is just a lipstick malfunction and that strange odor the result of a new diet you’ve been trying. The latter being not exactly a lie.

There were many strange creatures at the university in which Alejandro served, known to the public as Cupid’s Eclipse University, in bold letters. In slightly smaller letters, almost imperceivable to most it read, School For Those Oddly Talented Few. As to where it was located, well you could say it moved around and, being honest, you were unlikely to find it anywhere near the surface. So artificial sky’s and cubed pseudo-dimensions aside, it was the picture of contemporary normalness...with magic…and an unusual amount of sexiness.

Alejandro’s students, the girls in particular, were precocious to say the least. There was a rather convoluted grading system that he still only knew in theory, and it wasn’t the strongest theory, so he could get anyone aged from 14 to 2000, though it typically capped at around 21 (as far as anyone admitted at least). He had a particular way of scooting most people below sixteen towards others professors, as he, quote “had endured enough trials in his day” unquote. You should note that he was from a different time, a very different time...though his questionable sanity aside, he seemed to meld into the modern world relatively well, at least well enough to receive a paycheck and charm sweet ladies. He got all manner of creatures whose minds he was allowed to shape, though it was their hearts and souls of which he was most passionate. From vampires to elves, gargoyles, succubi, you name it. Though to be honest, much of his attention was devoted to minding after what you might call his fan club. He did not particularly want a fan club, mind you, as too much organized attention on his activities could make simple indulgences evermore complicated. Still, with all their bouncing, growling, and maturation, he couldn’t exactly say he minded the heat that always seemed to be sparking his way. This fan club was almost entirely formed of wolf girls, which wasn’t to say he didn’t have admirers of other magical persuasions, it’s just that few creatures could band together in such an odd mixture of rivalry and friendship like a couple of werewolves.

Considering this fondness with which his students showed him, the president of the university had almost cornered him into serving as a representative for the werewolf identity group on campus. Being the wily wolf he was however he managed to escape such shackling responsibilities with a couple of flowers, candies and the sacrifice of serving as her personal chef for the evening. Few could escape a devastating blow to freedom like that one, perhaps it was because of all that time he spent with ghosts.

The regulars, so to speak comprised of Johanna, Camila, Olivia, Skylar, and Maddison. Johanna was more or less busting and blooming, her uniform barely able to contain that that soft yet supple and curvy personality of hers. Her heart beat to the rhythm of hot blooded awesome mounds of girl flesh. They were like melons Allah, forgive. She had hair falling about her frame like desert wind with a darkness to her skin which made it seem as if it too had been choicely baked with its arid heat. She was the most vocal, or at least the most physically expressive of the group, not afraid to shout down a crowd or tackle Alejandro in the most compromising of times and places.

Camila was more reserved though no less resourceful, she had a tendency to bait him into their exchanges or wait till he was cornered and foolishly mistook himself as being alone and capable of relaxation, then she’d pounce, occasionally trying to capture him with rope or stun him with a glimpse of her half naked body bound in swimsuits, or leather and such. Her hair was frizzy and had a brownish red tint. There was a little scar just along the bridge of her nose which only made her look more charming, in a sort of well humored librarian sort of way. She was all politeness and respectability until you let your guard down and you were bound to a chair with a now fully naked pseudo-adult covering you with all manner of moistness and steaming emotions. And her scent, oh, how she smelled so...consumable. Alejandro often prepared himself with a hand-towel to keep his manly sweat from overtaking him.

Olivia was on the short side with pleasing hips and a special sway or jiggle when she walked that always made Alejandro a little extra pleased when he dismissed her. She was prone to nervousness, a general aura of day-dreaming distractedness, and a folky sort of straightforward manner of speech which Alejandro could find endearing at the worst of times. Her hair was typically closely cropped with the occasional bang overtaking a side of her face. She comprised the majority of his least taxing interactions with his “club”. She was not one to make things particularly difficult, and though she often professed her love for him, the idea of touching him seemed to send her into a spin of heated hysterics that she often needed to sit down. This meant Alejandro’s usual gymnastics of lawsuit defying counter stalker techniques could rest a little easy as well, though he did make the pointed effort of forgetting her “dilemma” of touch with some harmless head petting or shoulder squeezing. She nearly melted, each and every time.

Although Alejandro was not unfamiliar to most werewolves, he was something of a mild legend, and had his share of horror stories, most of which involved him as the villain in question, the mysterious man, the clever old bastard, or the compromised yet fatedly risen...well hero is a bit of a stretch, but you could say ace in the hole. The last one had everything to do with the world’s unconscious need for underdogs, and few could be so thoroughly pushed under strange circumstances than Alejandro Cariño, be it a mob of deranged humans, a castle of monsters, a pack of feral wolves, silly vampires, not so silly vampires, or ounce upon ounce of hot girl flesh. More relevantly, although many werewolves would have heard a story or two about the man, Olivia had actually been from one of the packs he could recently claim. In fact, he was almost sure she had followed him to the University just to give him grief. She had wild messy hair cut short “like a boys” as her mother used to tell her. Her reasoning for her fascination with him was shaped as if she wished to be his apprentice in all things wolf and battle. As if he were some general and not her botany teacher. Well, he had been a general a time or two in the past, but those were lifetimes ago, and he had no interest in half killing some child wolfling because she was foolish enough to request “training” from him. He was a dangerous man, which is a humorous thing to say, though it was true. He was not from the time of such pleasantries as “harmless sparring” not really, the best fighters he’d ever known acquired their skills by being tossed onto a battlefield and being able to move a couple of days later. Nothing says eye of the tiger like getting shot in the ass with an arrow and still being to able to kill your way back to base camp. She expected regimens, and diets, and push ups or something, or some hidden technique or whatever. He could have given her these things, if only to amuse himself a little, but in truth he doubted how much they’d benefit her, and such a complicated spirit such as her needn’t be prodded too much in the wrong directions, lest she make an enemy loss to the ways of forgiveness. He did not want her senseless brutalization on his hands. Still this did not stop her from trying to all but assassinate him every time he was late for class, or made the mistake of leaving the room just a tad too slovenly. He had to admit it was entertaining to move around with her a little, she was fun to spin, and flip, or pin down here or there, and she was good at grappling, but then she’d get just a little too serious, and his wolf would break out of him a little and he would scare her just a little too bad and then she’d avoid him for a couple of days. He did not like scareing her but it was better than him accidentally snapping her neck because she felt he cheated in some confrontation he’d wanted no part in anyway. Still that sad puppy dog look nearly twisted his mean ol’ heart. She was built like an athlete and looked as if she was touched by iron.

Skylar, was not a werewolf, not precisely, though she was a young woman who could become a wolf. Her mother had named her Harmony, but she preferred the middle name which had been her father’s choice. Not because she disliked her mother, mostly because she figured she’d get mocked enough for the conventional parts of being a citizen of the world without her name sounding like a new brand of body-wash. Skylar was native american, her hair was shaggy, full, and fell down to her back though she wasn’t shy to putting it into interesting braids. Instead of taking about a quarter of an hour of pain and somewhat grotesque shifting of flesh which was the price of the change for most werewolves, Harmony...I mean Skylar could become a wolf from one second to the next. She had something of a shaman’s magic, medicine woman stuff, though that had more to do with why she was so savvy with balancing spirits or interpreting dreams than it did with the speed or ease of her shift. It may have had something to do with why she found it so simple to banish or recall her clothing when turning from woman to she-wolf and back, but it was not Alejandro’s culture or expertise. She was his responsibility however. Skylar did not have as many classes with him as some of the other girls, but she was his Advisee, and he her Advisor. If they were a spy network it be more or less as if he were her handler, doling out information of importance, and steering her down paths best suited to her skillset and interest. As it was they got along relatively well, she had a bit of a sternness to her which kept most idiots from getting in her way, though she was not against congenial, yet cautious conversation. She had the aura of someone who knew there were things to be feared, and did her best to avoid interacting with them, which didn’t mean she was a coward, more like peculiarly experienced. Yes, Alejandro sensed something like an old soul within her, as well as a steady, yet intense fire in her heart. She considered him to be interesting as well, which she let him know every now and then, usually before inviting him to some private property of her parents or some restaurant out in the middle of nowhere which would undoubtedly require stopping at a hotel for the night. Somehow he didn’t doubt that she could sabotage a vehicle without so much as blinking an eye, she had top marks in his engineering classes.

Maddison was not so much his daughter, but her father, a close friend and in many ways a brother, had more or less entrusted her to him with punishment of torment, to the grave and beyond should any permanent harm befall her. Alejandro tried not to entertain the man’s nonsense too much but he knew how to make a, not so much a threat, but a spooky promise, and Alejandro was already terrified enough of airplanes, he’d been in too many aerial crashes to ever feel safe off the ground, so he didn’t want to worry about his strange friend blowing up his space heater or blaming him for some crime against some national government in which there was a good chance he was not responsible for. Like a twenty-eighty ratio, maybe forty-sixty if it got too close to rome, or the dutch. Maddison had a mane of golden locks so much that he often contented himself by buying bear themed paraphernalia for her so that she might resemble the fairy tail just a little more. She had freckles, and a cute way of scrunching up her nose when she was angry. She was also a mean little fighter like if Camilla's disturbing sense for positioning her prey met Olivia’s brutish grit. When he wasn’t proud he was scared she might try to kill him in his sleep. She had her own dorm, but she seemed to find a degree of comfort in sleeping at the spare room in Alejandro’s apartment. It was a little tense given how dominant she was but he had to admit he didn’t hate when the lil’ tike was around. It was like having a partner in crime, or a deadly teddy bear. She was only about fifteen but of the five she may have been the most dangerous. His friend had the misfortune of sexing up a witch, and so the girl inherited a bit of her mother’s magic, and witch magic was a triple edged sword on the best of days. More like a bomb of corrosives than the skeleton key many tried to pretend it to be. Her wolf seemed to balance it well, but it could only be expected to do so much; balancing her regular tides of emotions would take a swat team. Alejandro was not fool enough to ignore the tinge of possessiveness that seemed to linger in most of their interactions. She did not like the attention other women payed him and seemed to like to make it clear to the other members of the “club” that she more or less got VIP access to his more private moments. Alejandro didn’t mind this exactly as it usually distracted them from whatever plan they were making on assaulting his person instead focusing on battling each other.

Oh how beautiful they were, so radiant and dark and divine, well, Maddison was more creamy than dark but still, she held his heart just the same. They were his joys, his prides, his candles in the night, and he was sure that by the end of this they’d be his deaths.

Fariha, a vampire and one of his fellow faculty members seemed to find it particularly humorous to watch him dance around campus, avoiding one compromising collision or another. She was a vampire, and she owed her deep warm colors, pleasing voice, simple yet fashionable clothing, diversely balanced disposition to India, where she’d been born and raised. She wore her hair in long braids when her head went uncovered, though if Alejandro had to say, she looked more like a shaolin monk than a delicate wallflower, though she’d have been just as sexy either way. So many of his fantasies involved stripping her down, physically, emotionally, maybe both if his wolf was burning just right. The two had settled into something of a veiled rivalry with each trying to tempt the other with as little overt effort as possible. On hot nights he’d wear a red v-neck which all but sent her blood boiling as she crossed and uncrossed her legs trying to get some letter typed while trying not to stare in his direction, looking both pleased and pouty. She would often counter by using him as a place marker in the meal hall, claiming that he’d been saving his place in line, but before he could object or even dream about being aggravated, she’d press her curves all along the shape of his body talking about “what a crowded line” or how she “just needed to warm up a little”. For all his strength he considered forcing her then and there. Oh how he pleaded with Allah to smite whoever had made jeans such painfully restrictive clothing. He walked with a bit of an awkward hunch many of those nights.

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