#gold mardi gras beads

[tyej49]

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[enby-art-creations]

Mardi gras dragon!

[winniethewife]

'Cause shade never made anybody less gay so (Jake Lockley X GN!reader)

Week 4: Food, fashion, fun

Words: 637

A/N: Thanks to @midgardian-witch and @ominoose for help coming up with drag queen names For @romanarose 's Pride event!

“Jake c’mon we don’t wanna miss the show!” they excitedly jump up and down, they had been having a great time at the local pride fest. They were covered head to toe in rainbow merch, they had even convinced Jake to let them pin some rainbow pins and ribbons to his hat, he's also wearing so many Mardi gras beads that its giving his neck a work out.

“Muy bien, vamos!” he laughed, he loved how excited they were for this, they had been in a bit of a slump recently, a mix of their work and personal life were rather taxing on them as of late, so this one day out at pride was exactly what they were looking for. A chance to have fun, to be themselves and not worry about the outside world. As they approached the stage they both found a place to sit in the amphitheater. They watch the act that was currently on finish their routine and exit the stage. As they do the MC, a drag king in an ill-fitting suit, Dark eyeliner and a pencil mustache walks on the stage.

“Please give your warmest regards to the duo, Lola Lavish & Pippa Pizazz!! I see we have some new faces in the crowd so let me introduce myself again, I’m Vin Dictive, No really that’s my name, Although, I am know to be hell bent on revenge on occasion.” Jake let out a laugh along with the rest of the crowd. Vin Dictive gave a exaggerated bow to the laughter. “Thank you, Thank you! Now as a quick reminder this show is for charity, so all our tips today are going to The Trevor Project, so please tip our good performers in good faith, and good money.” There was a cheer from the crowd and Vin gave a big simile. “Alright you’ve heard enough of me yapping, lets give it up for our next performer…Marry Golds!”

As Vin dictive left the stage a song began to play as the blonde haired, er wigged? Jake wasn’t sure what the right term was, either way She entered the stage lip syncing to the song and doing some rather impressive choreography.

“You are somebody that I don't know, But you're taking shots at me like it's Patrón, And I'm just like "Damn, it's 7:00 a.m."

They leaned over and whispered in Jakes ear. “I think you’d make a really great drag queen Jake.” He chuckled.

“Yeah? You think? What would I call myself Senorita Tortilla?” he asked with a laugh. "Hola Soy Senorita Tortilla!" He said with a tip of his cap. they burst out laughing

“I donno that’s a pretty good name.” they gave him a smile, before returning their gaze to the performance. As the Drag queen came to the edge of the stage they stood up and held up a five dollar bill, which the drag queen took with a flourish, blowing a kiss in their direction before continuing the show. Jake gave them an affectionate look as they sat back down. “What? It’s for charity.” They said laughing.

“Of course, of course. I was just thinking how cute you looked up there.” He gives them a little nudge.  They blush slightly, Jake couldn’t help but smile. He was glad they made time to do this. They looked so happy, and it was a lot of fun. He at some point forgets to watch the drag queen, focused on how they danced along to the song.

“Like, can you just not step on our gowns? You need to calm down.”  They sing along with the ending before looking over at Jake with a smile. “What is it now Lockely?”

“Te amo, Mi amor.” He said softly. They look at him with a soft smile.

“I love you too. So much.”

~

Translations:

Muy bien, vamos : Very good lets go!

Hola Soy Senorita Tortilla: Hello, I'm Miss Tortilla.

Masterlist

Taglist: @romanarose @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial

Please Consider donating to The Trevor Project this pride

[girlvulation]

Baton Rouge was a place of celebration and wonder, especially during the Mardi Gras season. Parades captivating the eye with vibrant green, purple, and gold painting the lively city scene at night. People from both the north and south travel just to see what it's like. Everyone loved it. One way or another.  Large floats rolled in the streets for all to see as they threw out beads, liquor, and money to the people below if you were lucky enough. The tall tales of where the traditions and key people came from. People dressed in crazy costumes or nothing at all running through the streets drunk just because they could. Secret societies of different tales wear decorative masks and hold upscale balls for the elite to mingle and discuss business. Music and drinking every night until morning when the drunkards and the aftermath of the celebration had to be cleaned up, only for it to repeat later in the day. There wasn't much a person could love about Mardi Gras. In all honesty, there wasn't much to hate when jazz and drinking came into play in the streets of Louisiana.

The celebration was my favorite time of the year. Being a Louisiana native, Mardi Gras was great for the area, which had lots of tourists, and it was even better with me being a bartender. There was nothing I loved more than the attention given from working at a bar, and you were there to satisfy my thirst. A soft groan left my lips as your finger brushed against my covered pussy, thrusting my hips against your touch. Being pinned under you, I had no choice but to submit to whatever you did. My mind was hazy from the numerous drinks you filled me with before ending up in your bed. Sliding your hand into my panties and slipping two fingers, my hips thrust upwards as I clenched around your fingers lazily thrusting into me. My eyes rolled back. Your voice shook me to my core, deep and low in my ear as you spoke to me, "The way you're clenching around my fingers is something else. You're nothing but whore sucking me back in with every thrust." 

A soft whimper left my lips, and my hand traveled down towards your crotch, palming your hard cock. A groan leaving your lips and pumping your fingers faster, Your lips brushing against my neck with soft kisses, traveling down to my breast and sucking on them.

"Please fuck me. I don't wanna be teased anymore. I want it. Please."

Chucking from my please, you sat up. The pressure of your body against your mind was no longer there as you took off the remaining of your clothes and mine. Whistling and eyeing me up and down as I was finally completely naked in front of you. Grabbing the base of your cock and giving it a few pumps before looking back at me, "If you want me to fuck you. Get to suckin' sweetheart." Without a second thought, I placed myself in front of you. Giving your cock a few kisses down the base and licking you from the base and back to the tip before putting you in my mouth. The girth stretching my lips around you, trying my best to get you down my throat with each bob of my head. Hearing your moans from getting a blowjob only pushed me to please you even further. But it wasn't enough. Grabbing the base of my head to keep it in place, you thrusting your thick cock into my mouth at a fast pace. Gagging from the rough thrusting, tears welled in my eyes as the gagging continued. Smiling down at how pathetic I looked, I could feel your throb at the sensations I was giving you. After a few moments, you pushed me off your cock. 

"Lay your pretty ass down so I can fuck you." 

"Yes, sir." Obeying your command, I positioned myself on the bed as you crawled over me. Grabbing your cock and lining it up with my pussy you made quick work, thrusting inside me, bottoming me out by hitting my cervix. The pressure of making me clench around you and moaning. 

"You look so pretty with my cock inside you. The way this slutty pussy of yours is gripping me so deliciously. You needed this, didn't you? Needed me to be inside you. Fuck you. Pump you full of my cum and breed you. Making sure my cock drills deep inside of you so it can take. Isn't that right slut." 

With each thrust, my grip of sanity loosened. Your words not helping with the situation. "Yes, sir. I need your cock. I need you to fuck and breed me. Please let me feel cum inside me. I want to feel you throb as you cum inside me." The words spilling from my mouth were barely comprehensible as you fucked me into the mattress. Moving my legs from around your waist to over your shoulders so you could fuck me deeper. Jackhammering into me, one hand playing with my nipples, with the other assaulting my clit. Overstimming me to the point I couldn't even speak anymore. When you would ask a question, the only thing I could do was nod. Not trusting myself to speak anymore. There's nothing I love more than the way you were fucking me. Watching your eyes stare down at me with disgust and admiration for me. My moans turning into screams from the onslaught of pleasure coming at me from every direction. It wasn't long before I was squirting on your cock, making your thrust even more messy, being soaked from my pussy. But that didn't stop your movements. It only drove you to push me further, My eyes rolling back from the pleasure becoming too much.

"You still with me, sweetheart? Don't give out on me just yet now." With a slight nod, you released both my tits and clit and leaned down. Diminishing the space between our bodies even more. Your mouth against my ear about how cute I'm gonna look filled with your cum, all cockdrunk from being fucked so hard. After a few more thrusts, you fill me with your cum. Pumping into me like a fire hose as your tongue went down my throat. It wasn't until I was thoroughly filled with your cum did you reposition us on our sides, your cock still inside of me so none of your cum would spill out.

[anonymous-dentist]

Now, I wanna talk a bit about Mardi Gras here in the United States, because nobody does Mardi Gras like the South

We’ve been celebrating Mardi Gras since all the way back in 1699 when some French idiots somehow made it to what would become the Louisiana Territory

Since then, it’s expanded past being a religious holiday, and now it’s just a fun time for parades and getting fucking WASTED

In fact, a lot of cities without any actual Catholic background went ahead and started celebrating Mardi Gras so it could be something fun for single people to do in February when everyone else is celebrating Valentine’s Day

Mardi Gras is celebrated in nearly every state in some way, but it’s especially popular in the southeastern states. ESPECIALLY Louisiana, God bless those crazy sons of bitches

A lot of Mardi Gras celebrations involve mystic societies, krewes, or just other fun little groups who get together and do some cool shit for the holiday

Mardi Gras is party time, but it’s also parade time! If you’re in the crowd for a Mardi Gras parade, you’re practically guaranteed to be thrown stuff like candy, doubloons, cookies, peanuts, condoms, beer coolers, sunglasses, and especially beads

The big colors are purple, green, and gold. That’s standard

So is jazz music!

Depending on the state and even the city, things can get WILD. Or they can be more organized in some ways, like how some parts of Alabama hold masquerade balls for the season

But no place does Mardi Gras like New Orleans. They’re practically synonymous up here in the US!

For some more detailed information, here’s the Wikipedia page.

And now, photos!

[casquecest]

I was just going to use wire to hang my old running bibs from my ceiling, but now I'm thinking either silver- or gold-coloured Mardi Gras-esque beads. I know you can get long strands of them around Christmas time cause that's what my mum uses on one of their trees, so here's hoping I can find them at other times of the year.

[razorsadness]

Ballad from the Soundhole of an Unstrung Guitar

The best I ever wrote was in an attic. No chair. Manual typewriter on an upended box. No screen on the lone window, which I removed. Bats flew through.

I woke up one night and Blue was in bed with me. Nah, I said, and he put on his wire-rimmed glasses and left. Somehow, I ended up with two kittens. Littermates. I wonder how they lived and died, where they went.

The only furniture was the mattress on the floor. A wooden box full of someone's Mardi Gras beads. No ethics. No lock on the door. No worries about vermin, rabies, fleas.

Where did I pee in the middle of the night? There must have been a bathroom down those narrow stairs. A shower somewhere. A gold shower curtain laced with mold.

Blue once told me I walked in on him peeing and I laughed. That it ruined his life. Well, Jesus, I'm sorry. I would never have apologized back then.

I knew no forms. Just a swarm of bees in the rafters who agreed to leave me be. I made a line break when I took a drag on my Salem Light. Menthols were pure as poetry.

Where are the words now, that you wrote in that hellhole? On the typewriter ribbon I stuck in a knothole.

—Diane Seuss, from Modern Poetry (Graywolf Press, 2024)

[ausetkmt]

Meet the ‘sisterhood’ making noise — and history — for Mardi Gras

At the edge of the square, members of the St. Mary’s Academy Cougar Marching Band stood stone-faced as they awaited the parade in tight formation. The band’s drum majors, Gilbrelle Stokes, 18, and Charland Thibodeaux, 17, stood at the ready, blue whistles in their mouths, as they prepared to direct the school’s 150-member marching unit, complete with a band, color guard, majorettes, flag team, dancers and cheerleaders.

Thibodeaux, a senior who has been marching with St. Mary’s since the third grade, was unfazed by the pressures of commanding such a large group.

“I always feel ready,” she said. “I been doing it so long.”

Marching band culture in New Orleans is ubiquitous, with groups performing at parades, weddings and funerals alike. Most locals can name their favorite high school bands, which are a highlight of Carnival season for all. School marching bands also serve as a training ground for the pipeline of talented professional musicians who steadily emerge from this birthplace of jazz.

“Band is a culture here unlike any other place,” said Pamela Rogers, 66, St. Mary’s president and acting principal. Sharp. Witty. Thoughtful. Sign up for the Style Memo newsletter.

“Bands define schools,” she continued. “And everyone knows we’re the girls with the skirts.”

St. Mary’s Academy’s skirt-wearing band first formed in 1937, making it the oldest Black girls band marching in the city. Today, it is one of just a handful of all-girl bands to regularly appear in Mardi Gras parades.

The school opened its doors in the French Quarter in 1867 and is still run by the Sisters of the Holy Family, a Black Catholic order founded by Henriette DeLille in 1842. DeLille, a multiracial nun (and current candidate for sainthood), believed in providing education for girls of color even when doing so was illegal. St. Mary’s was the first secondary school for Black girls in New Orleans.

This year, the St. Mary’s band will don new skirts for the first time since 2005, when its blue and gold uniforms had to be replaced after Hurricane Katrina’s floodwaters destroyed the school. The new skirts are a touch shorter than those they are replacing — a move staff hoped might increase student interest in the band. They’re still quite long though, even by Catholic school standards.

This Mardi Gras season also marks the first time Raynice Crayton, 27, will be at the band’s helm. A St. Mary’s alumna who joined the band as a seventh-grader, Crayton has already more than doubled band membership during her short tenure as director.

The group’s 52 players have varying levels of experience, from novices to passionate musicians, and they range in grades from fourth to 12th. In New Orleans East, where the school’s campus has been located since the 1960s, Crayton spends hours teaching girls the 10 tunes they will perform this Carnival, ranging from traditional music to a Janet Jackson song to the group’s favorite this year: “Talking in Your Sleep” by the Romantics.

“A lot of people don’t understand this, but band is a sport,” Crayton said.

The group’s schedule is packed tight, with the band performing in eight parades this Carnival season over the course of just two weeks, in addition to their regular school obligations and band practices. Parades last hours and typically happen rain or shine. The girls must traverse tightly packed 3.5-mile routes, all while carrying heavy instruments, entertaining rowdy crowds and dodging beads, puddles and occasionally horse manure.

The Cougars carry fiberglass sousaphones, which are lighter than the traditional brass, and use smaller-size bass drums. Gayland Thibodeaux, 53, a nurse, St. Mary’s alumna and mother to the band’s drum major, provides medical support to students along the parade route. She carries the requisite wraps, bandages and medications, plus some extra “girl stuff” in case of emergency.

High school bands have been a part of Mardi Gras festivities since the 1930s, though predominantly Black bands like St. Mary’s were not welcomed into some well-known parades until the 1960s. This weekend, the girls marched in Endymion, one of Mardi Gras’ largest and most well-attended parades, a decades-long tradition.

Ra-Saiya Lovick, a 13-year-old seventh-grader who is new to St. Mary’s, said this will be her first time marching in Carnival parades, a lifelong dream. Lovick, a cymbal player, is thrilled to share the experience with her all-girls band.

“It’s so cool, because you don’t see no boys around. It’s no boys drama,” she said. “It’s like a sisterhood.”

n a city famous for its music, few local institutions have nurtured young Black female musicians quite like St. Mary’s.

The Original Pinettes Brass Band, founded in 1991, originated at the school and today plays regularly across New Orleans and beyond. Still, the band’s tagline – “the only female brass band in the universe” — is indicative of just how far there is to go.

Two years ago, Troy Sawyer, 44, an award-winning trumpet player and music educator who grew up marching with the all-boys St. Augustine band, founded Girls Play Trumpets Too in response to the gap he saw between how girls and boys fared in the New Orleans music scene.

“For a long time, I felt like girls and women could not play the trumpet on the professional level, because I didn’t see any doing it,” he said.

Sawyer’s organization aims to teach girls about overlooked female musicians in history while also fostering their musical skills.

In New Orleans, such skills can be more than a hobby: Crayton, the St. Mary’s band director, received a full-ride college scholarship for her tuba playing.

“When I joined the band, it was always, ‘Boys play tuba, boys play drums,’” she said. “So those were the first instruments that I went to, because you already counted me out.”

Back on the parade route, Rae’Lynn Walker, a 13-year-old eighth-grader, was excited to play her weathered sousaphone for the thousands of onlookers awaiting the bands. The instrument – now held together with a bit of tape – is the same sousaphone Crayton played when she was a student.

“We’re making history,” Walker said with a smile. “And the crowds notice.”

On St. Charles Avenue, Marie Bookman, 60, shouted, “Girl power!” as the Cougars marched by her. Bookman, a former magistrate court commissioner, said she loves seeing an all-girl band.

“It gives them the opportunity to reach higher goals,” she said. “They can compete with the men, and not just cheer for them.”

Crayton hopes the band will continue to serve that purpose for many decades to come.

“We are not here to see the parade,” she reminded her girls before Sunday’s long march. “We are here to be the parade.”

[harleybeaumont]

Sneak Peek 👀👀👀

It's been a while since I posted but I thought I'd share some of what I have in the works!

Unintentional - Chapter 15

(It's been a long time so I hope you guys haven't forgotten about this one!)

Liam snuggled as close as he could to Max, while his hands were still cuffed to the bedpost. Last night felt like an amazing dream. Everything had turned out perfectly. Dinner, the boat ride, the blue lights he attached to the boat, the proposal.. And especially the amazing, intimate night the two of them had shared together afterwards. Life was good, great even.

Liam’s cell phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, but without Max uncuffing him, he obviously couldn’t get it. Eh, let it go to voicemail. Liam sighed and rested his head against Maxwell’s, but before he could go back to sleep, his phone buzzed again. Then Maxwell’s started ringing.

“Hey.. babe, your phone.” Liam whispered, causing Max to wake up and look around in confusion as both of their phones continued ringing.

Max fumbled with his cell phone, placing it to his ear as he lay back next to Liam. “Yello?” He mumbled and rubbed his tired eyes. “What?!” Max shot up, gripping the phone tighter, looking back at Liam.

“What? What is it? Who is it?” Liam searched Maxwell’s stricken face. Clearly something horrible had happened. “Max! Is everyone ok?”

Maxwell blinked back tears, “Hang on a sec, Ri.” 

It was Riley… That means something awful must have happened to Drake! “Oh god, is Drake ok?!”

Max dropped the phone and quickly unlocked Liam’s cuffs. “Yes. Everyone is ok, babe.”

He grabbed the phone off of the bed and put it on speaker. “Hey Ri, Liam’s here with me. Can you, uh.. Repeat what you told me?”

Riley sighed deeply. “God.. I’m so sorry about this, guys. It looks like the world found out about your engagement already. The media is going insane.”

Mardi Gras Mayhem

(a collaborative fic I've been working on with a few other writers! I'm writing for Maxwell, Tariq, and Neville! Here's a bit of Max and Tariq's!)

Maxwell

“Tonight you are an honorary member of my bachelorette party and we are gonna make sure you have a good time.”

“Whoohoo!” Maxwell yelled as he jumped in the air with a huge grin. “I’m Max, by the way.”

The bride-to-be pointed to all the women in the group in turn. “Ginger, Allison, Mandy, and Hope. And I’m Jess.”

Max could barely contain his excitement. “How did Mandy get that adorable plushie!? I need one! Need!!!”

Mandy laughed, “Watch and learn! Ready ladies?”

Another float began making its way past and the ladies jumped up and down, screaming along with the crowd. Suddenly, the group raised their tight t-shirts again, exposing their breasts and shimming around. Maxwell watched in awe as the men on the float reached into their bag and threw cups, plushies, beads, and bejeweled flip flops right in their direction. Holy shit! The secret is.. titties!!

Tariq

“Ladies! Get out here!” Coco called out and several half dressed women emerged into the room.

“Oh dear! I’m so sorry!” Tariq covered his eyes and spun around, mortified. He had witnessed more nudity on this trip than he had ever seen in his life!

“What do we have here?” A deep voice asked curiously and Tariq lowered his hands. When he looked at the person in front of him he saw a six foot tall woman with broad shoulders, makeup, a wig cap, and a gold dress. To the left of them, a man was changing out of a button up shirt and into a rainbow halter top.

For the first time since he arrived, Tariq noticed how tall the waitresses on either side of him were. The more he looked around, the more he realized how tall everyone in the dressing room was. 

“Oh dear,” Rosy chuckled. “I think he just now figured it out!”

Tariq looked around, feeling embarrassed by his naivety. “This is a.. a..”

“A drag show, honey!” Coco laughed.

The Shower Slip Up

(I have been teasing this one for a while and I honestly have no idea why I haven't posted it yet! Gonna try to post this next week! This is a one shot from my fic Love Me The Way I Am with Maxwell x MC (Harley). I'm just gonna leave you with this one sentence 🤣🤣🤣)

If anyone had told Harley that stuffy, prudish Bertrand Beaumont would one day be laying next to her nude, she would have thought they were insane.

I am also working on the final chapter of Maxwell's Jolly Holiday, but so far it's only in my head so I don't have anything to share! 😆 😅 don't worry I didn't forget about it!

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

🔫 random loui hcs. now. /silly

OK OK DAMN PUT THE GUN DOWN-/silly

-Loui has a weird habit of hanging off edge of the couch and just staring into the soul of whoever makes eye contact with him. Those that are close to him know that it isn't a stare of malicious intent, and think it's adorable. Those that ain't close to him, fear that they are going to get killed in their sleep.

-Loui can make some DAMN good food okay!? He's really good at cooking, and is one of the main cooks of the Statehouse. He mainly cooks southern and Cajun food, but he's not opposed to Spanish food or other cuisine (like Italian, German, Asian, ect...). Hes very open to trying new stuff.

-he carries around this notebook and keeps recipes and notes in it (tho a few other states think that it is full of spells and curses):

-Loui mainly speaks French, but he learned Spanish from Florida, Vietnamese from Sippi and Texas, Dutch from NY, and Gaelic from Mass. He also used what he knew about Dutch and whatever he picked up from PA to teach himself German.

-Texas took Loui to meet his horses, and Loui both loved it and was terrified. Eventually tho, Texas taught Loui how to trick-ride and was very patient and kind when Loui was scared to try something. Now they both give Kentucky, Florida, Sippi, and Mass heart attacks :3

-Loui can distort his voice and make it glitch, along with himself. He often uses this when threatening people and trying to scare them. Sometimes tho, he does it unintentionally and that can be annoying.

-he bites as a form of affection. He can also bite as a defence, but it is usually affectionate. He'll just sneak up on somebody he loves and bite their shoulder, arm, or neck (not in a sexual way-). But wave your finger in front of his face teasingly and youre gonna have to hope that you don't lose it.

-so his hair is naturally curly, but sometimes he puts it into braids or dreads and will put beads (usually Mardi Gras themed to match his necklace), flowers, or dainty little gold/silver pieces in it.

-he tattoos himself and draws on himself alot. Sometimes, Florida, Sippi, Texas, Mass, York and Georgia will let him draw on them since they trust him and he's good at it.

-Loui is ✨B E N D Y✨. Just at any second, he could drop into a split or backbend. He hides in cupboards if York isnt already occupying them.

-This mf may be lanky af, but he is REALLY strong. Just ask Texas and Alaska. They'll begrudgingly tell you all about it.

-because he mostly uses his hands for magic, hands very from either being too numb, or too sensitive. Sometimes he can barely feel them and has to check that they're still there (he knows they are, but still-). Other times, they are way too sensitive to pain and touch. If he burns his hand on something, he will be cradling his hand and possibly crying for a bit, and if Florida decides to be a little sh*t and swipe a finger down his palm, he will be blushing and trying to not laugh cuz it tickles him a little bit.

-I imagine Loui's singing voice to sound like a mixture of Brendon Urie (Panic! At The Disco's lead singer), Tom Rosenthal, and XXXTentacion. Idk bro. You ask for random I give you random.

-ive said it before and I'll say it again. DON'T give this man a gun. Even Florida won't.

-He is somehow a bit afraid of fire and is a pyromaniac. He sees fire and is like-"Eh no touch....But touch- but hot and dangerous- But touch and play-"

-he gets headaches pretty often from the spirits

[chrysanthemumskies]

LITTLE MEOW MEOWS!

interview with the vampire charms are NOW AVAILABLE in my shop! there's 5 designs total, with bloody and non-bloody versions of louis, lestat, claudia, louis x lestat, and the whole vampire family! buy them here

[image id (+ each image has individualized image alt text) : 5 images of 5 charm designs in different angles, featuring the cast from amc's interview with the vampire. the charms depict the vampires with cat features (cat ears and tail) and have different colored coffins for each design. one side of the design has the characters in non-bloody clothes and the other side has them in their mardi gras outfits, with bloody stains. each charm has a holographic star overlay, and a cat-shaped gold colored clasp, along with two options for embellishments, a crystal bead orb, or a dried flower orb attached at the bottom of the charm. ]

[ironstrangle]

Kissing Sam Wilson #9 - King of Mardi Gras (SamJoaquin, 500 words)

@samsseptember prompt Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

Sam had forced Joaquin to come to New Orleans with him for Mardi Gras. Well, forced wasn’t the word, but he certainly worked to drag the younger man along. Having grown up in Louisiana, the Mardi Gras celebrations were just part of his life, his history. Joaquin, however, had experienced none of it. It was definitely going to be a lot of fun dragging him along.

“Honestly, I do not know what to expect,” he admitted awkwardly. “I’ve only seen some of this stuff on TV…” 

“It’ll be fun,” Sam said. “The mayor asked me to come to the festivities and I…I couldn’t refuse, you know? It’s a part of my culture, my history and I wanted to expose the world to it. It gives good representation, shows them I’m one of them and all that. Also want to expose my wonderful boyfriend to what it’s like.” 

“It’ll be fun,” Joaquin said, still a little hesitant. His shyness was adorable and had been unexpected when they first started dating. Joaquin had this suave, confident manner about him when he was working, but in their day-to-day, he had his own insecurities like anyone else. “Just tell me if I look stupid.”

“You could never, baby.”

Joaquin felt like he looked stupid, sure, but Sam couldn’t stop looking at him as they joined the festivities. His eyes lit up at the colors, the music, the culture. He was enjoying every bit of his time there. Everything was perfect until the mayor of New Orleans put a crown on Sam’s head.

“What’s this?” Sam asked.

“Oh, didn’t the mayor tell you…” 

There was a look on his boyfriend’s face that was way too innocent for words. Joaquin toyed with the brightly colored beads around his neck. He had at least a dozen strands on, in a variety of colors. The gold strand was actually caught on his earring, hanging limply above the others. 

“We’d like to crown Captain America, Sam Wilson, the king of this year’s Mardi Gras festivities.” 

Sam could feel himself visibly paling at that.

“J.” 

The mayor gave a speech that Sam was barely able to listen to. It talked about how Sam was born and raised in Louisiana and how his first time visiting New Orleans during Mardi Gras had taken place when he was only a small child. The mayor even told a hilarious anecdote about Sam’s inability to understand the rowdy drunk crowds or how his mother Darlene had marched him through the French Quarter covering his eyes when he was a kid. For a reason he hadn’t realized until he was much, much older.

Well, someone had told the mayor that story. 

Once the crowds died down, the man got closer to Sam.

“Hey Captain America, you seem a little…surprised,” he said. “Like you didn’t know I was going to do that.” 

“I didn’t.”

“Your partner said he’d give you the word. Like three weeks ago…” 

Oh, he was going to kill Joaquin. But first, he had a party to go to. And Joaquin sort of distracted him by kissing the King of Mardi Gras in front of everyone.

[sunnymeddows]

The general rule in the polyam scene of London is a new bioluminescent line for each person you're involved with. Roger used to collect biolumes like how people of the past collected beads at Mardi Gras celebrations. His face and neck, arms and legs were always pulsing with green and gold light.

Now, he only has a few. For Freddie, Brian, John, Dominique, Debbie, and Serena, signifying his long-lasting romantic and platonic ties with each of them.

Happy Polyweek Day 3!!

Topic: Cyberpunk AU

A little birdy (tags) told me someone wanted to see Roggie in this AU so. I had to try my hand at it!!

@queenpolyweek!!

[angelasscribbles]

Mardi Gras Mayhem Chapter 6: Rashad

Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each one in order!)

Fandom: TRR                                                                       

Pairings: none, this is a guy’s weekend

Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell’s 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Synopsis: A case of mistaken identity plagues Rashad.

Word Count: 975

Rating: MA

Warning: language

This is part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts March 2023 prompt.

“Well, there’s no way we’re getting back on the other side of the street anytime soon,” Leo observed, “So we might as well make the most of it!”

Rashad opened his mouth to reply, but before he got the chance, unseen hands grabbed him, and an unfamiliar voice called out, “Hey, Ricky! What the fuck are you doing off the float?”

Rashad found himself jerked from the ground and dragged onto a moving platform covered in an explosion of gold, green and purple flowers, streamers, and ribbons. A statue of Bacchus graced the center of the float.

“What is happening?” He yelped.

The float was filled with people all wearing identical costumes, inexplicably the exact same outfit he was wearing!

So much for Max’s promise of originality.

“I got these t-shirts for everyone!” Max was brimming with excitement as he passed them out. They were all emblazoned with individual slogans.

“Max, I am not wearing a shirt that says “It ain’t gonna suck itself! That…that’s vulgar!”

“It’s talking about the crawfish! I looked them up! They’re a type of crustation! Like a small lobster-“

“I know what a crawfish is, Max! That’s hardly the point!”

“It’s fine,” Max waved a hand dismissively in the air, “No one will see it anyway because of the suit.”

“I know you! You’re Chowder’s friend Ricky!” A woman with a Cajun accent greeted him, “Thanks for filling in at the last minute!”

“No…I…uh…”

The float lurched to a stop. The woman shoved a bucket of beads in his hands, “Toss those out to the crowd!”

“But I’m not-“ The woman had already turned around and was tossing beads to the crowd on the other side of the float.

“Beads! Beads! Beads!” the crowd chanted.

“Come on, Ricky! Toss the damn beads!” The man who had hauled him onto the float yelled.

With a shrug, Rashad turned and leaned down and over the edge as he tossed the beads.

A woman that had to be three times his age lurched over the edge of the float and lunged for him, “You’re cute! Come to momma!”

“Oh! I…” he stumbled backward but not before her teeth sank into his bottom lip.

“Ow!” His head jerked back but then forward again as he realized pulling away was making the situation worse.

“Hey, Ricky, stop kissing the GILF and get back up here! We’re moving again!”

“Wha-?” he tried to yell, “No!”

The float rolled forward, his body moving with it. The woman stumbled along next to them, refusing to release his lips.

“We’ve got a clinger!” A voice yelled.

“On it!” A second voice replied. The woman that had handed him the bucket darted over to the edge of the float and spritzed the one attached to his lips with a super soaker.

“Hey!” The woman yelped, releasing Rashad’s lips as she stumbled back away from the edge of the float.

“Thanks!” Rashad rubbed his mouth tenderly.

“No problem, Ricky!” She slapped him on the back with a smile.

“I’m not-“

“Hey, Ricky!” The man who had pulled him onto the float called, “Welcome to the club! That happened to me about seven years back and the bitch pulled me all the way off! That’s why you never lean over the edge! And why Nancy there carries the water gun!”

“Good to know…” Rashad mumbled as he resumed tossing beads into the crowd.

“I’m Mike, you’ve met Nancy,” the man said, then pointed to the closest members of the krewe, “that’s Frank, Emerson, Blake, Tarren, and Gloria!”

“Nice to meet everyone,” Rashad responded politely, “But I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I’m not-“

He was cut off and drowned out as the band began to play again. He glanced around at his surroundings. The float he was on was moving, crowds pressed in from both sides, and there were no easy means of egress in sight.

Nancy pulled him to a giant chest filled with beads and other plastic trinkets and scooped a bucket full then handed it to him and pointed to Frank.

Rashad finally got the idea and spent the next hour alternating between tossing beads himself and filling and delivering buckets to the other members of the krewe.

He quickly settled into a system that kept everyone’s buckets full. He made polite chit-chat between band numbers and began to enjoy the act of tossing goodies into outstretched hands. It was amazing how happy people were to receive such little things.

“We’re almost at the end of the route!”

“Time to crown our king!”

“I vote for Ricky!”

“Yeah, he saved us from being short a man, nearly gotten eaten by a GILF, turned out to be a damn good bucket man, and has been an overall good sport about all of it!”

“Who votes for Ricky?”

Chants of “Ricky! Ricky! Ricky!” filled the air.

“Ricky it is! Get over here, Ricky!”

“Oh…ah..okay…” Rashad turned to Nancy, “What’s a GILF?”

She guffawed as she told him, “A grandmother I’d like to fuck!”

“Ohh…” he didn’t have time to react as he was pulled to the center of the float and an ornate plastic replica of the Imperial State Crown of England was placed on his head.

“All hail King Ricky!” A chorus of cheers broke out.

“Yay! King Ricky!”

“Long live King Ricky!”

“Ricky’s the man!”

The float came to a stop and Rashad scrambled off of it.

“Hey, Ricky!” Mike called, “Tell Chowder I said his ass better show up for the next PTA meeting!”

“Sure!” Rashad turned around, “Hey, which way is the Golden Lantern?”

“That way!” Mike pointed, “About six blocks up, then take a left and go four blocks over!”

“Thanks!” Rashad waved over his shoulder as he checked his watch. If he hurried, he’d make it just in time for Max’s birthday meetup.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Do you know what Mardi Gras is? If you do can I get a Bo Sinclair x male reader who's obsessed with Mardi Gras? Because well, I love Mardi Gras. :3

I love this! Of course! Bare with me it’s my first time writing for a male!reader and also I had to do research on Mardi Gras.

Masterlist

Warnings: Food talk and eating

Small Celebration: Bo Sinclair x Male!reader

It’s the middle of the day on a Sunday when you’re cleaning out and organizing some things in the house out of boredom. You stumble across a small stack of photos and decide to go through them. The dates start early February and end the day before Ash Wednesday. Bo, Vincent, and Lester pose with gold, green and purple beads, some of the photos their dad is with them, others their mom is, only one photo where the whole family is together.

You smile and pocket the one where Bo is on his own, a smile plastered on his face. The rest are put back into the old storage box.

-

“Bo.”

“What?”

“You didn’t tell me you used to go to New Orleans to celebrate Mardi Gras.” You say sitting on a desk chair.

“Didn’t think I’d have to. Also we live in fuckin’ Louisiana of course we went.” Bo stops carving the project he’s working on and looks at you.

“Nah don’t pull that ‘yeah no shit’, shit with me. You know I love Mardi Gras! Didn’t tell me any of it. I mean look at you. You’re so happy here.”

You drop the photo in front of Bo and he glimpses at it before rolling his eyes.

“We should celebrate. Even if it’s something small, green, purple, gold, and carnival delights! COME ON BEAUREGARD SINCLAIR!”

You pull Bo’s chair back and turn it so he’s looking up at you. You smile down at him excitedly and lip your top lip, hoping he’ll say yes.

“Fine, can do something small. But I ain’t pickin’ up anything, cleanin’ anythin’ up, or cookin’.” Bo declares. You kiss his lips.

“Oh please Bo, we’d never ask you to cook.”

-

“I ain’t wearin’ this.”

“Yes you are. You never said anything about not wearing a little outfit.”

“It’s ridiculous,”

Bo holds the gold shirt in his hands scowling down at it.

“Come on… rest of us are wearing colors. Sooner you put it on sooner we can drink and eat and party!” You do a little shimmy, making Bo scoff.

“Fine. But don’t ever say I don’t do stuff for you.”

You smile widely and watch as Bo changes into his shirt. He rolls up the sleeves to his elbows and looks in the mirror shaking his head. You throw beads over his head and grab his hand. Music blasts as you head down the stairs and into the kitchen.

The kitchen smells of Jambalaya and Beignets. On the table though lies an already made King Cake and some Red Beans and Rice. You grab a two beers from the fridge, handing one to Bo, he sets a small plate on the table for you already with a slice of cake and he grabs one for himself.

Lester turns and looks at Bo before smirking at you.

“Told you I’d get him to do it.” You say playfully elbowing Lester. “Also I told you that you wouldn’t look ridiculous. Rest of us wore our little outfits too, isn’t that right Vincent!” You poke Bo in the chest like a child and Vincent turns around wearing a different, more colorful mask and a matching purple top to you, while Lester wears a green one. Vincent nods and sets the Jambalaya on the table. He grabs bowls and puts servings into each one. Lester takes the Beignets and puts them on the counter closest to the table, before Bo can grab one Lester smacks his hand lightly.

“After we eat what’s on the table!”

-

Stomachs were stuffed and food was packed away for leftovers. The night quieted down all that was left was you and Bo swaying to music.

“Thanks for letting me do this. Means a lot.” You say, spinning Bo lightly.

“It’s nothin, just knew how much you like Mardi Gras. Talk about it all the time. Next year we can try and make a trip to New Orleans. See some parades, eat our little hearts out yeah?”

Your heart rate picks up and you scrunch your nose trying not to smile, Bo reads right through your excitement so you give up. “Yeah! Let’s do it! You better wear the same outfit too! You look sexy as hell.”

Bo kisses your lips gently. “Shut up… you do too.”

“So you’re gonna wear it?”

“If it makes you happy, then I will.”

“Good”

[realityhelixcreates]

❓ any WIP snippet you want!

Excerpt from 'Absent Ozymandias', AKA "The Narci Incident":

warning: gore

When the first went missing, nobody noticed. This was Gotham; people from the lower echelons of society disappeared often. The second also disappeared without notice. By the time the fifth went, some people were beginning to wonder.

The sixth was a child, in their early teens, and finally everyone sat up and looked.

The first body was found soon after-not the first gone, but the third, a blonde man in his thirties. He hadn't been dumped there, not left like garbage, but hidden away in the cool inner rooms of an abandoned building. His body had been arranged reverently, surrounded by burnt out candles and incense, unusual symbols scrawled in ash and blood. He was draped in cheap Mardi Gras beads, violet, green, and gold, and wore a peacock feather mask, and nothing else.

Aside from his face, the mans body had been brutalized, burns and bruises connected by thin cuts, like a twisted connect-the-dots, and all of his organs had been removed. Where they were remained unknown; the empty cavity stuffed with salt, rags, raisins and incense cones.

During the autopsy, they found a square of emerald beneath his tongue, crudely incised with the words 'This is the Truth���