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Nectar of the Gods: Exploring the World of the Finest Wines

Wine, often referred to as the "nectar of the gods," has a rich history that spans millennia. It's a beverage that transcends time and culture, a symbol of celebration, sophistication, and the pleasures of life. In this article, we will embark on a journey to discover the best wines the world has to offer, those liquid masterpieces that have the power to captivate our senses and enrich our experiences.

1. The Enigmatic World of Wine

Wine, made from best white wine, is a complex and diverse universe. Its essence is derived from the grape variety, terroir, winemaking techniques, and aging process. The result is an array of wines that vary in flavor, aroma, and character, appealing to a wide range of palates. From the crispness of white wines to the boldness of reds and the effervescence of sparkling wines, there's a wine for every occasion and preference.

2. Cabernet Sauvignon: The King of Reds

Our journey through the world of wine commences with Cabernet Sauvignon, often referred to as the "king of red wines." This noble grape variety is celebrated for its bold and robust character. Hailing from regions like Bordeaux, Napa Valley, and Australia's Coonawarra, Cabernet Sauvignon offers flavors of blackcurrant, plum, and hints of tobacco and cedar. Its aging potential is remarkable, with some bottles improving over decades, making it a top choice for collectors and connoisseurs.

3. Pinot Noir: The Elegance of Complexity

In contrast to the boldness of Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Noir is celebrated for its elegance and complexity. Originating from the Burgundy region of France, Pinot Noir is a delicate grape that requires meticulous care in both the vineyard and the winery. The resulting wines are characterized by red fruit notes, such as cherry and raspberry, as well as earthy undertones. Pinot Noir's ability to express the nuances of its terroir and vintage makes it a favorite among wine enthusiasts.

4. Chardonnay: The Versatile White

Chardonnay, often referred to as the "queen" of white wines, takes center stage in our exploration of wine. This versatile grape variety is cultivated in regions around the world, from Burgundy to California and Australia. Chardonnay wines vary in style, from buttery and oaky to crisp and mineral-driven. They exhibit flavors ranging from tropical fruits to citrus notes, making Chardonnay a versatile and food-friendly choice for wine lovers.

5. Champagne: Bubbles of Celebration

No discussion of the best wines would be complete without mentioning Champagne, the world's most famous sparkling wine. True Champagne comes exclusively from the Champagne region of France and is produced using the traditional méthode champenoise. It offers a symphony of bubbles and a captivating blend of flavors, including citrus, brioche, and subtle floral notes. Champagne is the ultimate choice for celebrating life's milestones and creating memorable moments.

6. Shiraz/Syrah: The Bold and the Spicy

Our journey concludes with Shiraz (known as Syrah in France), a grape variety celebrated for its bold and spicy character. Whether it's a rich Shiraz from Australia's Barossa Valley or a refined Syrah from France's Rhône Valley, these wines boast flavors of blackberry, pepper, and smoky notes. They pair exceptionally well with hearty dishes and are a favorite among those seeking a wine with a robust personality.

In conclusion, the world of wine is a treasure trove of flavors, history, and culture. Whether you're savoring the regal Cabernet Sauvignon, the elegant Pinot Noir, the versatile Chardonnay, the celebratory Champagne, or the bold Shiraz, each wine tells a unique story and offers a distinct experience. Wine has the remarkable ability to elevate moments, deepen connections, and transport us to the heart of vineyards and wineries around the world. So, the next time you raise a glass, take a moment to appreciate the artistry and craftsmanship behind each bottle and let the finest wines enrich your life's most cherished moments. Cheers to the nectar of the gods!

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Raising a glass to Rosé

It’s National Rose Day, and we are toasting with all things pretty in pink. Dozens of red grape varieties are used to create dry Rosé wines, each lending unique flavor profiles, textures, and characteristics to their style of Rosé. These varieties include every grape from the Rhone Valley, Bordeaux, Burgundy, Italy, Spain, Portugal, America, and on and on and on. One of the most widely used…

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Royelle (Diary 1 - Legacies and Lottery)

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There’s something about early mornings.

Maybe it’s the way sunlight breaks across the distant horizon, outlining rolling green hills in a sharp and peachy pink color. Perhaps it’s how a pale mist lingers just above the ground, decorating tired flowers with diamond-like dew drops. Or maybe—just maybe—it’s the quiet peace that’s settled over Bookend; it’s inhabitants still tucked in their beds dreaming.

I wish I could get away with sleeping so late. But, in the words of Mrs. Fin, dreams are a luxury for those who have no work to be done. And at the Bookend Chateau Hotel, there’s always something to do. That work begins at daybreak with feeding the chickens and other yard animals, stoking the fire, and readying the morning drinks for the guests. Tea and coffee, all made by hand, of course. There will be none of those blasted contraptions in my hotel, Mrs. Fin says, only the very best for my guests.

And so I prod the pre-cut logs into catching, pushing and teasing until a whisper of smoke curls up into the chimney. A fire sparks soon after, illuminating the mountain of soot in a dazzle of orange and yellow. Lovely. I hardly mind the quiet, as silence is a rarity in a place where people are almost always coming and going. The crackle of hearth is a comfort as I perform my morning tasks, yawning all the while. The night had been rather chilly, and I hadn’t finished work until well past midnight. But as I settle a familiar black pot over the fire, I can’t help but stare outside. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. What I wouldn’t give to be out berry picking instead of this.

I jump with a start as a familiar bell comes to life, rattling on its hook. Soon, two more follow suit. The Madame and her sons.

“ELLA!” Mrs. Fin’s voice echoes down a metal tube, grating against my ears as I open the funnel.

“Good morning, Madame.”

“Where’s my tea? I’m dying of thirst up here girl!”

“It’s coming, Madame.”

“Stop dawdling, I don’t pay you to stand down there daydreaming. And don’t forget to start the washing and mending either.”

“Of course not, Madame.”

Letting the funnel shut with a metallic clatter, I finish morning preparations with haste, filling three trays to carry upstairs. Madame likes her tea and cookies first thing, while Barney and Hubert prefer coffee and toast. And of course I can’t forget to feed Penelope, the ragged, ancient Pomeranian which never leaves Mrs. Fin’s side. If the creature didn’t sputter, sniffle and drool as much as it did, I’d almost think it was stuffed; it had been alive for so long.

Balancing one breakfast on my head and one on each hand, I precariously make my way up the cellar steps into the main house. It’s still quiet, most of the guests sleeping in. After all, one didn’t normally take vacations to be up with the sun. Still, it wouldn’t be long at all until they started to wake too, and the true chaos of the day began. After all, the hotel was booked. A new school year was starting at Ever After High this week, meaning the village was bustling with families, all seeing their sons and daughters off to school.

But something new was happening too. Something that had never been done in the history of Ever After. The first student lottery was taking place today. There was still time to enter, people from far and wide making the pilgrimage in hopes their name might be called. After all, it’s not every day a school once exclusive to royalty opens its doors to the common folk.

I had thought about entering my name when it was announced, but I can’t possibly leave my poor dad’s alone with Mrs. Fin. It was a little strange that I hadn’t seen either of them yet; normally they helped with morning preparations. It made me wonder where the two had gone, especially so early in the morning, but I didn’t have much time to linger on it.

Dropping the first breakfast tray at Barney’s room, I knocked swiftly at the door before moving on to Hubert’s and doing the same. Though I didn’t see either emerge, the trays vanished the second I had my back turned with little more than door slams. Thank you, Royelle. Rolling my eyes, I finally come to Madame’s room, giving a light tap on the door.

“Enter!”

Her cawing voice is grating as I push inside, breakfast and tea in hand. As expected, Mrs. Fin is still in bed. Penelope is waiting for me too, wall-eyes pointing in different directions as she drools. Such a strange creature. “What took you so long?” Mrs. Fin complains. “I’ve been waiting ages.”

“Apologies, Madame.”

“You have chores to do, Ella. I expect it all to be done, unlike yesterday.”

“We’re very busy,” I say, setting down the woman’s breakfast. “I’m doing my best.”

“‘Your best’ doesn’t get your wage paid,” Mrs. Fin sniffs. “Don’t forget how generous I am, allowing you to live in my house for practically nothing.” Practically nothing? I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes again. This is nothing short of slavery. “And Ella, don’t think I’ve forgotten what today is.”

“Oh?” Playing dumb, I pick up Penelope, avoiding her little crooked mouth of teeth. She has a tendency to bite. “Is something exciting happening today?”

Mrs. Fin scrunches her already wrinkly nose. “Don’t be cute with me, girl. Don’t even think about entering your name in that lottery.”

“I haven’t.”

“You won’t, because you’re not of much use anywhere but here. I doubt anyone else would take your father’s in, let alone you.”

I can’t help but scowl. What a cruel thing to say. “They might…”

“A strange orphan raised by two equally strange men? I highly doubt it. I saved all of you from the streets. You should be thanking me more profusely.”

Knowing there isn’t much I can do to change Mrs. Fin’s mind—and wanting to avoid her ire, if possible—I just nod. “Of course, Madame. Is there anything else you need?”

“No. Be gone now, you have work to do. And don’t forget precious Penelope’s breakfast.”

“Of course not, Madame. Excuse me.” An immortal dog still tucked under one arm, I make my way back downstairs. Unlike when I’d left, two familiar faces were sitting at the table waiting when I returned. “Good morning, Papa’s. I was wondering where you both got off to.” Setting Penelope on the ground by the fire, she snuffles a pathetic wheeze as I set to mushing up some raw chicken for her meal. She can’t eat much else, seeing as her teeth aren’t much longer for this world either.

“Sorry, pumpkin. We had an errand to run.” Pa Rodgers is tall and slim, with a mop of salt and pepper hair that was no doubt blonde once upon a time. Pa Hammerstein who sits beside him is stout and round, with the jolliest face carved with smile lines and wrinkles. They love one another very much and had raised me since I was left in the woods as a baby. It’s impossible to stay mad at them.

“What errand could you possibly have that needs to be done before sunrise?”

“Today is a very special day, dear,” Pa Hammerstein says excitedly. “It would be a shame to miss it.”

“You mean the lottery?” I ask, setting down Penny’s chicken as she sticks her entire face into the mush. Cleaning her would probably result in even more bandages on the tips of my fingers.

“But of course! It’s not every day common people get to join the ranks of royalty,” Pa Rodgers notes. “We brought something from town for you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.”

“We did.”

Turning to see what my dad’s had found, a single paper ticket sits on the table. It’s blue, one end ragged and partially torn. I instantly shake my head. “I’m not entering the lottery, daddy.”

“But why not?”

“Because. I can’t leave you here with Madame alone. What a nightmare that would be. Besides, I’d be a complete laughing stock.” Pulling at the shredded hem of my skirt, Pa Hammerstein guffaws past his cheery cheeks.

“Nonsense. You’d be the prettiest girl at Ever After!”

“Pa, please. I can’t possibly enter now. Madame forbade it, and you’d get in so much trouble if I left.”

“Royelle, you’re our daughter,” Pa Rodgers stands up, placing his hands on my shoulders. “We love you very much, pumpkin. We want what’s best for you.”

“Yes, what he said,” Pa Hammerstein agrees. “There’s a better life for you out there in the world, child. Far better than that of a servant.”

I shake my head again, hotness burning the corners of my eyes. Dad’s always felt bad that they couldn’t raise me in their own house. One with a yard and a garden and food always on the table. I’ve been working at the Chateau since I was little; Madame put me to work the minute I was old enough to scatter corn for the chickens and balance a tea tray. Sure it’s not the most luxurious life, but I’d never hold it against the men who raised me. After all, without them, I’d have been eaten by a wolf or frozen to death when I was just a baby. “But what about you? I can’t possibly leave you here.”

“Ever After isn’t that far, dear….”

“It would seem a million miles away. No. I simply can’t. I’d die without you.”

“Oh, Ella. You’re so full of heart.” Pa Rodger’s brushes some of my blonde hair back, smoothing it behind my ear. “But even the chance of you having a better future than this would make both of us so happy.”

“Indeed, indeed,” Pa Hammerstein agrees, tottering to his feet and taking my hand. “You’re our princess, see? Always have been, always will be. You deserve to enter the lottery just as much as any other girl.”

“But…”

“If you won’t do it for yourself, at least enter for our sake? Please, Ella? Put two old men at ease.”

“Oh…” frustrated, I stomp my foot. “Very well, but only if you both stop talking like you’ve got one foot in the grave. You’re still plenty young.”

“Tell that to my poor knees, dear,” Pa Hammerstein complains, falling back down into his chair as Pa Rodgers pushes me to sit at the table.

“Here you are, pumpkin. Just write your name and the name of our village.”

Taking the pen offered to me, I place the tip down to the paper and hesitate. This didn’t seem like a very good idea. It wasn’t likely I’d get chosen; the entire kingdom had no doubt entered too. But if Madame found out, she’d have all our heads.

“Go on, dear,” Pa urges behind my shoulder. “Go on.” I can’t help but wince as I sign my name in familiar shaky cursive. ROYELLE H. : BOOKEND. In a flash the ticket vanishes, whisked away in a glitter of magic.

“It’s done,” Pa Hammerstein blusters past his fluffy mustache.

“Now we wait,” Pa Rodgers agrees, squeezing my shoulders from behind. “Thank you, Royelle. You’ve made us very proud.”

“Not a word to Madame about this,” I warn. “She’ll go off like a tea kettle and then we’ll all be in trouble.”

“Agreed,” Pa Rodgers nods. “Hear that, you wind-filled old coot? No spilling the beans.”

“Hey, who are you calling old, you splintery old signpost?”

Rolling my eyes at my dad’s bickering, I leave the table. Penelope had finished her breakfast, sittint on the floor quaking, chicken slop dripping from the hair around her nose. “Alright Penelope,” I sigh, picking her up and heading to the washbasin. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

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First little drabble for Legacies and Lottery. I dunno if I’ll write in a longer format over on my Ao3 or if I’ll stick the these short ‘diary entry’ style snippets? Let me know what you think of it, I know lots of text in a post isn’t always people’s cup of tea.

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𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓈 | 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘣 𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪

you and jacob have been best friends for a few years. when you both get cast together in a romance movie, jacob can't help but get turned on by all the intimate scenes he acts with you. you on the other hand, have developed a crush on him over the past few months, and you drunkenly blurt it all out one night at jacob's house while hanging out.

ᰔᩚ requested from @anonymous: pls pls pls write for jacob

ᰔᩚ smut, oral (male receiving), alcohol use, dirty talk, use of y/n, use of pet names, established friendship, softdom!jacob

ᰔᩚ w.c. 1,911

you and jacob had started filming for lovesick about a few weeks ago.

the movie was about a lawyer—your role—who defends a man in court for drug dealing—jacob's role. the married lawyer has an affair with the client, and they can't keep themselves away from each other, growing obsessed and hungry for each other more everyday—hence the name lovesick.

this movie had a bunch of sex scenes in it, which is something you have performed before in different movies, but you'd never filmed anything of the effect with jacob. you guys have never even kissed. hell, jacob was your best friend. 

although you two weren't too near the part where they start becoming lustful for each other yet, you knew it had to be performed sooner or later, and it made you nervous, of course, but you also felt excited for some reason. you couldn't quite figure out why. you had never been excited to make sex scenes with any other actor, but this time was different.

right now, you were in his car on the way to his house. you both had just finished work.

jacob groans, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "i don't want pizzaaaa," he dragged.

"jacob i've been craving pizza this entire week and i haven't been able to have it because of stupid gianna," you complain about your sister, throwing your head back on the headrest.

jacob hesitates before he speaks as he turns to the girl in his passenger seat. "fine."

"WOO HOO!" you yell, putting your hands in the air as jacob approaches a red light, stopping the car. 

you grab his face and leave tiny kisses all over it in celebration. jacob's face grows hot and pink. "you're the best!" you exclaim before leaving one last kiss on his nose and sitting back in your seat.

jacob throws his keys on the kitchen counter, leaning over it before opening his phone. "where do you want to order from?" he asks you. you are sat on the countertop beside his large body. without hesitation, you say, "pizzanista, is that even a question?" 

jacob smiles warmly. "that's my favorite place."

you chuckle. "i know," you say in a sing-song voice.

after jacob places an order for a large pie and garlic knots, he takes you in the wine cellar in his huge house.

"let's see if i can still remember your favorite wine..." jacob says, narrowing his eyes at the tall walls full of different wines.

you smile and cross your arms, "okay," you say, a hint of challenge in your voice.

jacob takes a minute before reaching for a bottle of wine called chateau ducru-beaucaillou saint-julien.

he turns to face you, holding the bottle like a baby with a smile on his face. "am i right?"

you giggle, not really in shock as you know he always remembers little things. "yes, it is."

jacob's smile grows bigger. "i knew it. let's go," he says, softly taking your hand—which sent your heart to your toes—and leading you back to the kitchen.

jacob pours the expensive wine into two gorgeous wine glasses. he then walks to the connected living room, handing you the glass and sitting on the comfy couch next to you.

you take a small sip of the wine, closing your eyes when it touches your lips. "mmh, i haven't had this in forever."

"good, right?" asked jacob after he takes a sip of the wine.

you nod. "good is an understatement."

you and jacob are now eating the pizza with your wine. the box is open on the coffee table with the container of garlic knots next to it, that jacob devoured. he was a sucker for garlic knots. the two of you ate your food watching titanic on the flatscreen tv.

"i'm tired," you sigh, laying your head into jacob's lap. you were feeling a bit wine drunk after the 2 glasses you had. 

jacob smiles at your face, putting a hand in your hair and gently strokes it.

you close your eyes and smile lazily. "i love when people do that."

"yeah?" jacob asks, his eyes focusing back on the movie.

"mhm. it feels so nice. my ex--well you know, jack--used to do it to me, but you do it better."

jacob feels himself get excited for some reason and he smiles slightly at your words.

"i hate him...he was so horrible to me, jacob..."

jacob's smile on his face disappears and turns into an expression of sadness, feeling for you. "i know," he says in a comforting tone.

"he was so mean..." your eyes well up with tears and you sit up to face jacob. you put a hand on his shoulder and a tear runs down your bare face. "so mean."

jacob turns his head to the girl. "y/n, don't cry," he says softly, gently wiping the tear off your cheek.

"but do you know what?" you say suddenly, your tone a bit happier as you look into his eyes tipsily. jacob tilts his head at you curiously.

"in every boy i have talked to...i search for you in them," you blurt.

jacob freezes and furrows his eyebrows. "y/n, what?" he says awkwardly, completely confused.

you laugh again. "i looked for you in jack. you guys are both funny. bubbly. happy. gorgeous. he still wasn't you, but he was close," you shrug at the end of your sentence.

"y/n, you're drunk. you don't know what—"

"i know what i'm saying jacob. i may be drunk, but i still am in control of what i say. i never knew why i looked for you in everyone else, but i did. you're just so...perfect."

jacob knew you were drunk, and that he probably should get you home, but he wanted to hear more. every word you spoke shocked him, but it made him feel some type of way.

"the problem was—and still is—, i can't really date you because you're my best friend. i can't ruin what we already have. so i think that's why i looked for you in every other boy. and jacob, i never realized this until the other day. i don't know why, but i realized everything. my mind was telling me i have a crush on you, but i don't want to have a crush on you because you're my best friend and i love you to death and i don't want to ruin our perfect friendship," you pour out. your cheeks heat up immediately in embarrassment when jacob doesn't immediately respond, and you regret every word you just said.

a smile tugs at jacob's lips. he's in utter awe and shock. "y/n..."

"i'm sorry...i don't know why i said any of that," you sigh, turning your head to avoid eye contact and instead look to the tv screen. "forget all of it...i'm so sorry, oh my g—"

you are cut off by jacob's big hands holding your face. a huge smile grows on his lips and he connects them with yours. you kiss him back immediately, draping your arms around his neck.

you push him down until you are on top of him, straddling him on the couch as you both still kissed. his hands wander down to your lower back, but he thinks he should be respectful since you'd been drinking. your tongues dance together in sync, both hungry for each other.

you run a hand through his hair gently, the other sliding lustfully underneath his shirt to feel his abs, which turns jacob on immensely.

you break the kiss with a smile to stare at his beautiful face. you feel him grow harder beneath you making you smirk.

you move yourself back to palm his pants, keeping eye contact between you both. jacob gasps at your sudden actions and at the pleasure.

he sits up. "y/n, i don't know if you should—"

"i know you want me to," you say seductively.

jacob laughed at her words. "yes, but you're drunk and i really don't think you know—"

you roll your eyes. "just shut up and let me," you say before slowly pulling off his pants.

jacob shrugs and decides to just leave you be. besides, he'd been waiting for this since he'd became friends with you.

once his pants are off, you use your thumb to trace his print through his boxers, to which jacob groans at. you hover back over him, kissing him intensely as you continue to be a tease and he huffs in between kisses.

"fuckin' stop teasing me," he moans into your lips. you smirk, humming sensually against his lips, only continuing to tease him. 

when you'd thought he'd had enough, you slowly pull his boxers down to his feet, revealing his huge cock. you widen your eyes at his length and he smirks at you, leaning back in his position, "go on," he speaks cockily. "think you can do it?" he asks, putting an emphasis on the 't' in 'it' by clicking his tongue.

you scoff with a confident smile before spitting into your hand, "watch." 

you begin to pump your hand on his dick up and down slowly, from the shaft to the tip. jacob's breath hitches as he watches your face when you lower it closer to his length.

you stick your tongue out to lick a long stripe from his base to the tip, before taking just the tip in your mouth to tease him. jacob lets out a small moan in response to this, "yeah, take it baby, mmm."

you swirl your tongue around his tip, then taking his whole cock into your mouth, using one hand to jerk him off. you start bobbing your head faster and jacob's breathing gets more intense.

you look up at him, batting your eyelashes with his dick in your mouth like a slut. he scoffs with a smirk. "fuck, baby...look so hot like this, with my dick in your mouth..."

jacob moves a hand to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he pushes it up and down, hard and slightly rough.

his eyes roll back harshly as he lets his head hang off the armrest of the couch with his mouth open. "oh my god...fuck...don't fuckin' stop..."

this is, without a doubt, the best head jacob had ever received.

"jesus," he grunts through his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as you suck him faster than ever. he groans deeply, "gonna fucking cum in that pretty mouth."

you hum against him in approval before you feel the warm fluid shoot into your mouth. you quickly swallow some of it before sticking your tongue out, jerking him off as the rest of his load sprawls out onto your tongue.

you watch as jacob breathes heavily and throws his head back with a sigh as he covers his forehead with a hand, riding out his orgasm. "holy shit."

you swallow the rest of his cum and wipe your mouth before giggling at him and standing up.

"that was fucking insane..." jacob says still out of breath as he pulls his boxers back on.

you smirk. "well, what can i say?"

jacob chuckles and stands up once he was dressed. you turn around and turn the tv off. 

"let's get you home," he says from behind you before playfully smacking your ass, earning a laugh from you as you both walk towards the garage door.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: someone anonymously requested for me to write jacob so here you goooo :)) lowkey i could've written this better bc its very lazily written i feel like. but like i said i'm still learning i will get better!

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[hopeled]

PLEASE NOTE: this is NOT an event, but just a fun party for the fall that muses can use for starters and interactions!

upon waking this morning, many of spirale's residents would find numerous pieces of paper carefully placed alongside poles and bare surfaces, in the windows of numerous shops, placed in a way to draw attention. with closer inspection, they would learn that it's an invitation to a ball being thrown by two of the city's residents, one Ritsuka Fujimaru and The Count of Monte Cristo. a ball to celebrate the change of the season with promise of food, entertainment, and dancing with a promise to amaze at their personal home. the ball will be held over the course of three nights to give those who wish to come plenty of time to do so, given how....sudden the invite is.

hey hi hello!! so, i had a very strong urge to have ritsuka throw a little ball party and decided hey why not do it? below i'll list what you need to know should you want your character to attend or even comment on it!

it'll be held at the Count's Chateau located in the City of Glass, which means that yes there will be a grand ballroom to accomadate the guests and the like! don't break anything though. if you do then you'll be invited to come down to the cellar to check out this cask of amontillado--

it isn't a costume ball in the sense of going dressed up in a halloween costume but rather something of a mix between the venice carnival and the ball scene in the movie van helsing. the scene of which you can see here ( just without the vampires and fighting!) it is recommended to dress to fit the theme, but should your muse prefer something not as extravagant for their own personal comfort, then that's fine! the only requirement is that they don a mask. for the mystery. spooky.

live entertainment is in the form of an opera singer NPC who during the duration of the ball, will be wearing a veil over her face as she serenades everyone. the music will be more classical rather than pop

most of the chateau's more private areas WILL be off limits, but the ballroom, the gardens, and the outside areas are free to explore!

IC wise it will be held across THREE NIGHTS starting at 6pm EST today and ending at midnight, but ooc wise, you have until the 16th of september to use it for threads just to give people time to have a chance to participate if they want to!

in regards to threads or starters for the event, please use the tag #isola equinox ball just to make it easier for those interested to find starter calls and the like!

again, this is NOT an event of any sorts, just something fun to give characters a chance to relax and be fancy!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Spring Ivy, is a 2014 mansion in Old Westbury, New York. It's design is inspired by a French chateau and it has 7bds, 10.5ba. $38.8M will buy it, but you'll save money b/c you won't have to pay to use things like tennis courts, golf courses, or arcades- you'll see, just take a look at it. The 2 lower levels are an entertainment complex. You have to see it.

This is lovely- the architectural features look older, just like a fine French chateau.

I don't really care for this style, but I have to admit that it's nice if you like it. The large sitting room has 2 areas- one is a sunroom, so it can accommodate a lot of guests.

Across the hall from the sitting room is the huge dining room. This is nice, I like the white in this home, b/c it's not old under the white paint- probably actual unpainted wood b/c the home was built this way. Love the coffered ceiling with the gold and silver.

The kitchen is very nice, but I wouldn't call it spectacular.

The kitchen opens up to a patio with an outdoor kitchen. It looks like they use it all year b/c they have a heater, a fireplace, and some sort of retractable screens. Believe it or not, the outdoor kitchen features a walk-in refrigerator.

Up the dramatic stairs are the bedrooms and baths.

I love a primary bedroom with a beautiful fireplace, interesting ceiling and terrace.

A sauna and steam room.

They go along with your home gym.

And, so does the massage room.

So, here we are on the 1st floor of the Entertainment Complex. The rec room has a full-sized fully equipped bar. Look at the TV screens.

And, this is the wine area with the wine cellar and wine bar.

Now, we're on the lower level and there's an indoor pool with a TV and fireplace, plus a place to sit on the right. Notice the curtains on the left- when they're open they reveal this-

The basketball court.

In the room above the basketball court is an arcade game room. There's also a billiard room.

There's a simulated golf room.

And, a 2 lane bowling alley.

The home theater has seating for 12, plus a built-in snack bar.

There's also an outdoor pool.

Also outside is a tennis court.

And, outdoor golf.

6.81 acres of property.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/6-Spring-Hill-Ln-Old-Westbury-NY-11568/167457052_zpid/

[theepixeltruth]

Green with Envy - Coastal Kitchen!

I decided to make the green kitchen of my dreams and now I'm the one green with envy. I was so excited to use Harrie's Coastal CC set, it's literally perfect! Check out the details below on what CC I used:

Coastal Part One, Three, Four, Eight by Harrie

Chateau Part Four by Felixandre for the veggie basket, pantry ladder, plates/bowl, cheese board

SIXAM for the overhead lamp + some appliances (Kessler Kitchen Line) and Home Improvements CC Pack for outlet switches and a plant.

BAFROOM by House of Harlix

KICHEN by House of Harlix (a lot of their KICHEN clutter is used here; chopping board, martini glasses, nectar, pot, olive oil, bread basket, bowls, etc.)

Coffee Mug in The Pumpkin Spice Collection by Bbygyal123

Ceramic Plant found in 'apartment therapy inspired stuff pack V2' by awingedllama

Spoon Decor on Wall found in 'chalk pt.III - kitchen clutter' by Charly Pancakes

Grove Part Two & Three | ShopTheLook, Season 1 | by Felixandre

Soap Dispenser found in HARLUXE by House of Harlix

Citrus Bowl found in Midsummer Eve by Myshunosun

Wine Bottle found in Gale Dining by Myshunoshun

Wine Rack on wall found in NCTR Cellar by Tuds

Smoothie Blender by Icemunmun

Floorboards are Hickory Floorboards by Peacemaker-ic

Dishrack found in Shaker Kitchen by Peacemaker-ic

Cookie Jars are Time to Bake Cookie Jars by SIMcredible

If I missed any other CC or linking a creator, it was not intentional! Thank you to all the amazing Sims 4 Custom Content Creators that continue to take loads of space up on my computer and in my pixelated homes.

@myshunosun @imfromsixam @harrie-cc @felixandresims @tudtuds @charlypancakes @peacemaker-ic

[theonlyren]

Ryme City Gengar

This is Kati

She's my Gengar partner.

DISCLAIMER: The following is my account of how I came to own my Gengar, Kati. It is a true story, however, I have falsified names and omitted the direct address of relevant parties in this story for their “protection.” Please do not seek these people out or harass them. They are not worth your time or energy. This is not a happy tale, especially if you like Ghost-types, are a Hex Maniac, or have a shred of common decency. Now, without further ado.

Consider the Gastly.

Gastly is one of the most well-documented, well-known, common ghost types across the regions. It’s in Oak’s original Pokedex and even shows up in Laventon’s old field journals. Its body is 95% gas, and it’s one of the lightest known pokemon in the world, to the point where a stiff wind will make the thing vanish (it’ll re-materialize later just fine, though). The remaining 5% of it is somewhat less clear. It could be argued that this 5% is undoubtedly what gives the Pokemon its Ghost typing. Some believe it is the souls of those its gas has killed, others believe it’s the ghostly essence of graveyard grievances, or forlorn memories of departed people or places.

All Kati remembers is waking up in front of the grave of a girl named Catherine.

I was backpacking through Galar at the time, I had the clothes on my back, the spares in my pack, some few thousand Pokedollars, basic Pokemon care and healing supplies, a phone, and my Eevee and Zorua, Vivi and Aka, respectively. I was looking for a place to crash for the night and wound up at a village in the southern edge of the region. Extremely quaint, very lovely, and I ran into the residents of a very old chateau, whose family had lived there for generations. They were trust fund kids, basically. The husband, who we’ll call John Doe, lived in the estate with his wife, Jane, his parents - his father being the local (and, if you’ve been following my Chatotter, a certain) reverend - and his grandparents. I met John and Jane at the town's only pub, and they were utter sweethearts; to this day, I still wish them well and the best for them. Upon telling them I was the son of Pokemon Rangers, and an Arceist, they asked if I could help them with an issue they’ve been having at the chapel.

Now, to a normal person, this probably would’ve set off every red flag in the universe. Supposedly rich family is inquiring about an outsider for “help”? Boi they’re about to steal your Pokemon and lock you in the basement. Turns out, something being locked in the basement was the issue. I initially declined, but then John made an offer to pay me a… moderately life changing amount of Pokedollars, provided I could solve the issue, which- er, piqued my curiosity enough to at least humor the couple. I figured I had Aka with me, and if things become sketchy he could use a clever illusion to help bail me outta there.

This village I went to was absurdly secluded, they hardly ever received tourists or travelers. The local authorities were in the back-pocket of John’s parents, which he was quick to explain as he led me to the estate. Once we arrived, he played me off as a guest of his wife’s side of the family, and I was introduced to this man’s elders.

I know the saying goes to respect your elders, but one look at this man’s family told me everything I needed to know about why John trusted an outsider with this. These were the most miserable, leery-eyed, snobbish, conservative-ass, “only polite because I have to be” motherfuckers I have ever had the discomfort of meeting and breaking bread with. The bread was the only good thing about their dinner as well, come to think of it, with unseasoned vegetables, beans, and… ok, the shepherd’s pie was alright, but still.

Later that night, John led me out as if to politely escort me off, but detoured around the back of the mansion to the village’s church, where we went through a cellar entrance.

And that’s where I would meet Kati for the first time.

As he opened the door, I saw paper talismans on the interior side. Cleanse tags. Prayer tags. The like. They dotted the stairwell down, to a locked door, which my escort unlocked to reveal a room, lined - wall-to-wall - with tags. And sitting, suspended in a cage, also laced with these tags, was a Gastly.

Cleanse Tags have long been a staple item for the traveling trainer, useful in helping ward off unwanted wild encounters, if a little uncomfortable for most pokemon to hold. A ghost type can handle holding one for the sake of their trainer.

An entire basement lined with them is torture of the highest order. Especially for a ghost.

This Gastly was well and truly trapped. Being locked in stasis inside a Pokeball would’ve been a kinder fate. Everywhere in this room that she could look, she saw searing wards and condemning reminders that told her in no uncertain terms that she was an unwelcome monster. She could not escape this place, the talismans well and truly suppressed any and all ghost energy she could even try and muster. No phasing, no vanishing, no shrinking or morphing, nothing.

John wanted her freed.

I was quick to agree.

It was clear the man was wrestling with the idea of freeing her for a while, and, when I pressed him about why the poor thing was locked away in the first place, he explained that the Gastly had been locked down here for generations, his late great-(great?)-grandfather had apparently caught the thing at the local graveyard, “communing with Giratina,” if you believe such malarky. So his family took it upon themselves to “catch” the ghost and seal her away in their church to cleanse or contain the sin within her, to the point where it’s become an obsession for the family, and they’ve never known peace since. So it was, she remained down there for something to the effect of over eighty years. 

At least three generations of Does is apparently what it took before one realized “hmm, maybe this Gastly down here is fine???”

So of course because things had to be dramatic, we heard the upper cellar door open the moment I tore enough tags off the cage to get the Gastly out. John told me to get my Zorua out and hide as he’d go distract whoever it was. I did so and told Aka to blend us into the wall. John went up, tried to tell his father the Gastly had escaped, and when he angrily came down to verify, well.

The Gastly didn’t like seeing the old man’s face.

She gassed my face to break free and immediately went for the old-timer. The illusion broke and I now had an angered reverend cursing my name, breaking every rule of engagement, since “the next coming of Giratina” was on the line as he threw his entire fuckin’ team at me. A “prize” furfrou, a machop, and a houndour. 

Trying to remember the fight as best I can, Vivi was strong enough to take out the Houndour, but the Machop made quick work of Aka. My new Gastly friend managed to poison the Machop in turn, but a bite from the Houndour nearly took her out instantly. Vivi weakened the Furfrou and Machop with a quick Swift, but, well, at the time my two team members were both weak to fighting, so the Machop was quick to take him out as well.

It was at that point I discovered the Gastly knew will-o-wisp as it cursed the Machop with its flames, taking it out, and I had an idea.

It was time to run from a trainer battle.

I kicked the Houndour in the face (sorry pup!) and told Gastly to set the remaining tags on fire. With the ones I had already desecrated, she had strength enough to set the room ablaze, which freaked out the reverend father and his pokemon enough that I was able to throw an empty pokeball at the Gastly to “catch” her, lob her out of the cellar as she struggled to break out, and get the absolute hell out of there.

John was waiting in a car outside. An extra broken-and-lobbed pokeball later to get the Gastly away from the reverend, we were driving from the estate and I had a very angry Gastly I was trying to calm down in the backseat of a speeding vehicle. It took a while, but she calmed down when it became clear we were tearing her away from that awful place.

John dropped me off at a graveyard, presumably (and, I would later find, purposefully) the best spot he thought to release the Gastly, - cliche, I know, - he wired me the money, and sped off. The Gastly tore itself free from me, and hovered at one particular grave. It was an old headstone, weathered and faint, but I could just barely make out the name “Catherine” on it. I sat near her as she stared at it. And we stayed there for a while; long time. Appropriately, I think we left at about midnight, when I offered her one more Pokeball and the chance to travel with me, safely, and see the world she was locked away from. Gave her the name “Kati” then and there, both as a shortening of her old name, and because it translates to “Pure.”

We beat feet from that village and never looked back. 

My backpacking journey was a lot more comfortable after that, I’ll say that much. Dude gave me bank.

But, here we are, me and the reverend, locked in something of an awkward stalemate where if either of us try and report what happened, we have to inadvertently confess to crimes we ourselves committed. Pokémon Abuse for the Does. And uh, Arson and Pokémon A&B for me. Trainer Disengagement too, but that’s a misdemeanor more ‘n anything. The fact that both of us have a decent amount of influence, should things get legal, doesn’t help either. Haven’t been back in or extradited to Galar since, and it’s basically been something like a 10 year cold case, so I’m not too concerned about this actually biting me in the ass, but the Reverend Father Doe sure is getting spicy with me on Chatotter.

He can rot for all I care.

Kati’s mine.

And she can burn through any holy tag you throw at her, now.

[eadanga]

The Royal Romance Chapter 9 Part 2

Riley sighs waiting around as the servers deliver food to the other tables

Hana looks around shocked “Wow the service here is terrible”

Drake shrugs “All by design”

Hana sighs “Even it’s not on purpose at least it’s not the owrst service I’ve ever had”

Riley looks at her confused “You’ve had worse service than this?”

Hana nods “Believe it or not I’ve been to a wedding where the food wasn’t served until midnight”

Riley’s eyes go wide “Midnight”

Hana nods sadly “They got hideously behind schedule and decided to do an open call for speeches it took hours”

Drake mock gasps “Oh heavens!”

Riley glares at him “Don’t be an ass about it Drake”

He holds up his hands in surrender “Ok sorry but I can tell you a real horror story let’s get the scene causal get together lots of people I didn’t know but that’s fine there’s a bar man’s true best friend so I figure I’ll grab a drink I go up to the bar and they’re out of whiskey”

Riley raises an eyebrow “They didn’t have other drinks?”

“No no you don’t understand we’re talking about whiskey the best of all drinks”

“Haven’t you tried anything else? Wine cocktails”

“Why would I drink not whiskey when there’s whiskey”

“Variety?”

“I’m starting to question your tastes Brooks”

Riley rolls her eyes “My tastes I’m not the one who only drinks whiskey”

“Ha ha it’s too bad we probably wont see a real drink at dinner from what I’ve seen Olivia’s got a stash”

Hana raises an eyebrow “From what you’ve seen?”

Drake nods “I did some exploring and I happened to stumble across her wine cellar”

Riley looks at him surprised “Really”

Drake nods “Yeah it’s pretty impressive actually and not a bad place to get away from all this for a while”

A server brings two more bowls of lobster bisque to your table

Hana frowns “There’s no lobster in my bowl it’s just bisque this is the saddest soup I’ve ever seen”

Drake sighs “I’m the not one to complain about free food but this ice cold compared to what we had earlier” He frowns “Which means Olivia did this on purpose”

Hana smiles “At lease we got to have a taste of the real meal thanks Riley’s quick thinking”

Riley frowns “And we know Olivia’s intentionally screwing with us” She turns around as the musicians begin to play

Olivia walks to the center of the ballroom griming “Hello dear guests and welcome to the Nervakis family’s chateau”

Riley grumbles as she takes a sip of her drink “Fake as hell”

“It means so much to me that you would join me in this place that’s so dear to my heart I hope you enjoy the festivities as much as I will now everyone please join me up front for the Cordornian waltz”

Hana looks around shocked “But we haven’t finished eating!”

Drake rolls his eyes “I don’t think she cares”

Riley sighs “Well lets do this”

Hana nods then turns to Drake as she stands “Are you joining us Drake?”

Drake shakes his head “Waltzing isn’t my thing I’ll be here with the…” He looks at the food in disgust “…food”

Riley heads over to the dance floor with Maxwell and Hana out the corner of her eye she can see Liam asking Olivia to dance

“May I have this dance Olivia?”

Olivia flutters her eyelashes grinning “Of course anything for you Prince Liam”

Riley gags as they start the waltz together

Hana gives her a small smile “It’ll be rude for Prince Liam to not dance this waltz with the hostess”

Riley sighs “I guess that’s what happens when you have a home court advantage”

Maxwell smiles “That doesn’t mean you won’t dance speaking of” He bows “Riley may I have this dance?”

Riley smiles “Let’s do this”

Maxwell grins “Dance Dance Dance!”

Riley giggles “Would Bertrand approve of that”

Maxwell’s eyes go wide “I mean Riley let us dance dance dance” Riley giggles as she takes Maxwell’s hand and head leads her to the dance floor then he looks at her “Wait do you even know the Cordornian Waltz?”

“I practiced last night with Hana but a little warning from you would have been nice”

Maxwell sighs “Sorry I knew I was forgetting something”

Riley smiles “It’s fine Hana was an excellent teacher” They begin the Cordornian Waltz with Riley doing her best to follow the steps

Maxwell grins “Very nice Riley”

“Thanks” She looks around the ballroom “This a pretty intimate dance”

Maxwell nods “The Cordornian Waltz is a romantic dance in the old days it was used be this waltz was the only way for couples to flirt”

“I can see why”

Maxwell smiles “Now time to switch partners”

Riley nods and glides forward straight into Liam arms She grins “Liam”

He smiles “Why hello there”

“Fancy running into you”

Liam chuckles “You mean on the dance floor of the private ball during a choreographed dance waltz?”

Riley giggles “Well when you put it that way it seems inevitable I’d run into you but to be fair I have seen much of you lately”

****

She noticed can’t fault her for feeling left out Liam sighs “True I’ve been a little preoccupied Olivia is he hostess and I’d be remiss in my duties if I didn’t spend with all the women here”

Riley nods “I understand you’re not marrying for just yourself it’s for the crown”

Liam looks at her sadly She understands it hurts though hearing it from her “Yes no matter how I feel…” He closes his mouth when he realizes what he was about to say Damn almost admitted to her how I feel “Well we’ll see what happens in the coming weeks” He twirls her around the pulls her against his chest and whispers so only she can hear him “But Riley you should know you are special to me

****

Riley feels her face heat up and her cheeks flush as they continue the dance Why did he have to do that now I don’t want to let him go They continue to dance till Riley feels a tap on her shoulder and sees Olivia glaring

“Ahem Lady Riley I believe he’s my partner now”

Riley sighs as she releases Liam then they curtsy to each other and she goes to join Maxwell

Maxwell smiles “Watching you two together I can tell that Liam cares for you a lot”

Riley sighs “Yea but our relationship is so strange it’s not like he can just sweep me off my feet and carry me out of here”

Maxwell nods “When you’re royalty rules are different”

Riley sighs “I know that and yet” She notices Maxwell surprise expression “What’s wrong with you Maxwell?” He points in the direction of Olivia and Liam Riley looks to see Olivia kissing him deeply Riley keeps her cool as she watches but inside she’s disgusted That bitch is so childish she just did that just to prove she can and she’s in charge around here I really wish Liam would shove her nasty ass off him

****

Liam pulls away as Olivia looks at him flirtatiously “Oh Liam…”

Liam looks at her shocked then he squares his shoulders “Olivia let’s talk perhaps outside” He takes her arm and pulls her outside soon as they are far away from the ballroom he looks at her with a stern expression “What was that?!”

She looks shocked by his reaction “What? I thought we were”

“No you can’t be doing that Olivia what if my father and Regina saw that?”

Olivia frowns “But Liam…”

He sighs “I’m gonna go finish my duties in there you should too you’re a duchess act like one”

She looks at the floor “Ok I’m sorry Liam”

He walks away leaving Olivia he notices her biting her lip and wringing through her fingers Hope I wasn’t too harsh on her but she needed to know

Olivia watches as he goes He’s never been angry at me before I just wanted him to feel what I was feeling for him

Tags: @mfackenthal @indiacater @gkittylove99 @choicesgodfanatic @iaminlovewithtrr @princess-geek @the-soot-sprite @twinkleallnight

[haybug1]

The perfect bunch of roses for Mother's Day

Happy Mother’s Day! We raise our glass to all of the moms of children who walk on two legs or four. And that glass is brimming full of the dry Rosé wines of the season. The new vintages are just beginning to be released, so we will suggest many more options throughout the summer, but for now, these are the Rosé wines we know mom will love any time of year. With a vibrant coral pink color, Flora…

[octuscle]

DeepTraining Part 2 – Gus

One of the first people to approach Stefek after IronData's presentation was Constantine. Constantine had worked with Stefek on two startups and had also made a lot of money on the exits. Unfortunately, he had been less fortunate with his business ideas after that; much of his fortune had already been spent. But there was more than enough left over for a carefree life. Besides, Constantine was a truly brilliant Data Scientist who loved his work. He was not made for idleness. Stupidly, he also looked like a Data Scientist. He looked like someone who loved to sit at a computer for a living: fat, pale, a bit unkempt. He had been an oddball since childhood. He was always teased. The feminine-sounding name hadn't helped. So he had kept to himself. But after seeing his old pal Stephen, he wanted to change that. If the nerd Stephen could become the alpha male Stefek, he wanted that too.

The two had met in Paris shortly after the trade show where Stefek had presented IronData. Stefek was on a promotional tour of France; Constantine was serving as interim CDO at a pharmaceutical company. "Let me be honest," Constantine got straight to the point. "IronData is hot shit. Great concept. I believe in your success. But your body wasn't shaped by IronData." The two had deliberately not met in public. Stefek had guessed it would be about DeepTraining. But there he was sworn to secrecy. And he didn't even want to imagine what could happen if he didn't keep to the agreement. Therefore, he answered honestly that he could not say much about it. But he could try to make a contact. And he wanted to point out that it would be expensive. How much Constantine would loosen up like that. Constantine was counting up his financial possibilities. He once estimated his fortune at $80 million to $90 million. Stefek slipped him the public business card of the young man from DeepTraining. It looked completely neutral. Nothing pointed to DeepTraining. Stefek thought it might be a little difficult to reach the contact. But a man with Constantine's skills should be able to do it. The two arranged to meet for lunch the next day, after which Stefek had to return to Gdansk.

Constantine had spent the whole night on the phone and at the computer. But he had actually managed to make an appointment with the young man. In three weeks. Somewhere in the countryside of Burgundy. Stefek didn't say a word. But instead Stefek slipped him an envelope. If he should meet someone, he should hand over the envelope. Constantine nodded. The two said goodbye.

A few weeks later, Constantine and the young man were sitting across from each other in a wine cellar of a chateau in Burgundy. The young man read Stefek's letter. He put the paper on the table, smiled at Constantine. What could he do for him? Constantine was sweating. He was nervous. And then he stammered that he wanted to become like Stefek. Maybe not such a colossus. But he wanted to become a man. Masculinity made flesh. He wanted everyone to want sex with him. And that he could have sex all the time. Constantine was in his early 30s and still a virgin. With no chance of ever going to bed with a woman or a man. Sure his money had helped him hook up with hookers and hustlers. But he had always been too nervous to get down to business. That was his driving force. "Well," the young man said. "You have half Greek roots, after all. Southern genes, in my experience, are a good basis for transformation in your sense. From there we should be able to comply with your wishes. I have just read the letter from our dear common friend Stefek. We are making a proposal to you. The transformation costs $100 million. Unfortunately, we cannot do it cheaper than that. Stefek offers to buy all your possessions from you for exactly that amount. We will carry out the transformation in Johannesburg. The authorities in South Africa are quite lax, there it will be easier to integrate you into a new life. Stefek has even already organized a plan for your departure. Settlement of the purchase contract, farewell party. And you should renew all your IDs beforehand to give you as much time as possible before you have to apply for new ones. You'll understand that when the time comes." Constantine looked first at the floor and then at the young man's face. "And what happens then? Then I'll be in South Africa with no money!" "Don't worry, Stefek is a smart man and has thought of everything. You'll get two months paid leave and then become CIO of IronData Africa with a generous salary."

Six weeks later, Constantine was in a limousine that would take him from the airport directly to his transformation. Here, the process was fully automated. After he got out of the car with his bit of carry-on luggage, doors opened and closed right behind him. There was not a person in sight. A few doors down, he found himself in a locker room. And a voice asked him to undress completely. Constantine became more and more nervous. And sweating like a pig again. But he did as he was told. Another door opened. And Constantine stood in a perfect copy of the room in which Stephen's transformation had also taken place. And the sequence of events was also identical. The only difference was that he was naked. My God, what if someone is watching me. Or filming. He felt ridiculous. But when he got on the weight bench to bench press, energy flowed through him. And the energy grew. He could already feel his new body; seeing anything in the dim light and without a mirror was difficult. But then the light came on. And a door opened. The young man and Stefek were waiting for him. But Constantine couldn't help but jerk off in front of the mirror first.

A year had passed since that day. No one had called Gus "Constantine" for a long time. After two months in a backyard gym learning everything he needed to know about bodybuilding and how to use IronData, he had joined IronData's software development team. He had never had a job like this before. Whereas before he had lived a completely asexual life, now he was surrounded only by men who made it hard for him not to think about sex. And more often than not, they were having some. The glory holes in the staff restrooms were legendary. And Gus' cock was a legend, too!

@peepshow321, thanks for the challenge!

@zakucavanje, awesome picture! Thanks for that too!

[king-midas-fortnite]

Journal Entry: 02

Relevant Reblog Threads: https://www.tumblr.com/kado-fortnite/757815879423639552/an-invitation-to-watch-bloodsport-from-a-king-it?source=share AND https://www.tumblr.com/king-midas-fortnite/758022626128035840/it-was-a-nice-night-decent-company-for-certain?source=share

I mentioned in my last entry that I was thinking of ways to make things even with Kado for stopping me from doing something I'd regret in hurting Valeria, without making it known I felt the need to in the first place. 

Well, fortunate for me, he posted about being bored the other night while I had been enjoying an older bottle from my cellar. In a move I don't think I'd have chosen entirely sober, I invited him to the Nitrodome for entertainment he might find more suitable than reality TV. 

Surprisingly, and unlike many decisions made under the influence, I don't regret it. 

I had a fine time. I hesitate to say "good". It was Kado after all. But at the very least, he can make decent conversation when we aren't at each other's throats. Not to mention, Valeria puts on a good show when she's under the dome. 

I'd brought a bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild, Pauillac. 1986, hardly the most vintage in my collection, but one I was looking forward to trying regardless, and met him outside. 

As I said in my invite to him, the plan was to climb the overhanging rafters for a better and more private view. I don't care for sitting amongst crowds. Especially not the kind who go to Nitrodome events. Anyway, the speed at which he climbed those rafters while I carefully made my way up was impressive if not entirely irritating. We were supposed to be discreet, and there he went swinging from pole to pole like some chimpanzee. 

At one point he'd asked if I needed a "hand." I could have killed him then. Feigned reaching for his hand and let the Touch do the rest, but oh well. Chances chances. 

Then he asked if I wanted to hang on his back while he went. The offer seemed genuine, but I will die before I risk anyone seeing me in some Vampire Romance Movie situation with Him. No, I could make it.

I did take some satisfaction in that when I finally did get to the top, he was hung upside down, looking a little...disheveled, from all his showing off. I asked if he was ready to take a bat nap. He didn't appreciate the joke, said he'd simply been having fun watching me. 

The show had begun after that. I realized I had forgot glasses once the bottle was opened, so we simply passed it back and forth. 

I've already mentioned Velaria putting on a good show, but I will reiterate, it was quite fun to watch. 

Between rounds of whatever the goal is down there (I don't pay much attention to rules, just the violence and expensive destruction), we chatted. Found common ground on some things; wine, art, theater. Found differing opinions on others; music, film, food.

One part I can not seem to let go of (and what I am having to have my third drink to even write down), was when he asked to see my hand. My fake one, that is. The one made to replace the one he stole. 

I didn't think he'd try anything at a place so public, so I held it out to him. He held it for a while, turning it over in his hands, tracing fingers over every weld and joint. It felt more intimate than I'd care to think about. 

He said it was beautiful. I thanked him, but couldn't help myself from asking if he was planning on taking that one too. 

He then got this smirk on his face and said, "I'd rather take the man attached to it." 

I'd snatched my hand back then, and decided I hadn't had nearly enough to drink for that sort of comment. I can only hope I didn't appear as surprised by it as I felt, but the Touch betrayed me as it often does and the damn bottle had changed to gold while I drank more from it. 

He'd laughed at me, of course. What I'm struggling with now is how I didn't hate the sound. I'm blaming it on the wine drank at the time and now. Moving on.

By the time we were heading back down, I was thoroughly drunk. He kept offering me help, staying irritatingly close as I went. I was in the middle of telling him I didn't need a "hand", and insulting him when I did lose my footing. 

He shouldn't have risked the exposure, but Kado had let his wings snap out for enough speed to catch me by the arm. For a man who's supposed to be keeping a secret, this was an extremely reckless action. I let him know as much after I regained my balance (queue the most sarcastic "you're welcome" I have ever heard). I have no idea if anyone saw, I suppose time will tell. 

We made it back down without further incident and accompanied each other further until our paths home split ways. Before we parted, I said something I wish I hadn't. Again, decisions made under the influence that I'd think better of otherwise. I thanked him. I thanked him for stopping me with Val, divulged to him how tired I am of hurting the people I care about... Stupid thing to do. I don't relish the idea of him knowing anything genuine about me, but I can't very well go back in time to correct that mistake. It was his time machine that blew up, after all. 

If anyone ever reads these, I think I'd kill them. Reminder: these are not "public" to other Tumblrverse characters. Okay to reblog, but please do not roleplay on journal entries!

[wine-picks]

🇺🇸 🍷 Wow. It's Saturday night and I'm enjoying iconic 2017 Chateau St. Jean Cinq Cépages (94 pts, $130) from Sonoma tonight. Part of LCBO VINTAGES Cellar Collection & available in stores now. Full review: https://rebrand.ly/wa1puna