beaded masks

Beaded elephant mask of the Bamileke people, Cameroon, worn by members of the Kuosi masking society (an elite society made up of royalty and other men of high rank).  Artist unknown; 20th century.  Now in the Brooklyn Museum.  Photo credit Brooklyn Museum.

Stranger in a Crowd

Prompt: Imagine Remy LeBeau (Gambit) seeing you in a crowded street and he just has to meet you.

Word Count: 1782

Warnings: Maybe language? A non gorey fight scene? Other than that it’s pure unadulterated fluff, y’all.

Note: Beta’d by the great @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. Also, this is my first Gambit fic and I REALLY wanted a southern fic lately.

Tags: @munlis @amarvelouswritings

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Remy’s POV

Tonight wasn’t as humid as it usually was around Mardi Gras, but my lord, it was warm. The sea of bodies didn’t help a thing, either. My eyes scanned the crowd as I walked, checking for any threats. I hadn’t been bothered in a few weeks, which was nice, so tonight, in celebration of Fat Tuesday, why not have a little game of cards with some poor unsuspecting fellow at a nice watering hole? Of course, the French Quarter was crawling with tourists as beads flew, the smell of alcohol sweeping the streets, the perfume of seafood hitting my nostrils as I walked along, the warm air clinging to my skin like a blanket.

I had to find a good bar, and soon. The sun was setting, casting a handsome pinkish blue into the sky above us, but when the sun sets in New Awlins, lord, you better hold onto your hat here in the French Quarter.

Just as I looked up, I saw her. Her face was…it was like lookin’ into the face of an angel. My word…Her lips, her eyes, her mere presence was piercing. The way her hair swirled as a cool wind whipped through the streets and alleys. I don’t know what it was about her but she was completely captivatin’. Like a siren in the night, I was drawn to this girl.

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Roadhog finding small notes and candies littered with sweet and lovey-dovey stuff on them. This goes on for a month and Roadhog finally catches who it was. It was his Crush.

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-sees this request- yes good I’ll take 20 right now immediately I live for roadhog fluff 

When it first began, he was confused.

A little more than confused, honestly. The hulking junker was downright baffled at the sudden presence of sweet treats and heart shaped sticky notes that rested against the candy boxes, his name written in stylized curls he didn’t quite recognize. Immaculate boxes of his favorite sweets with pachimari icons and adorable dancing mascots were soon found everywhere around his base. Even Junkrat had unknowingly found a few boxes and inquired as to what they were.

“Looks like someone’s got himself a secret admirer!” The other junker had joked with his high pitched laugh. Something about the way he said it made Mako roll his eyes under his heavy mask. 

Still, the eventual confusion gave way to normalization as, little by little, more sweet treats and cute packaging filtered into his life. Mako felt himself begin to look forward to what foods would be awaiting him when he arrived home from a heist. He couldn’t help but begin to smile under his mask as he read over the notes that came with it, padded with encouraging words and his name written with hearts and the encouragement that emanated off of the paper itself. Why someone would leave these things for him was beyond him, however, time passed by long enough for him to simply no longer question why and more be thankful for the presents left before him (and occasionally hit Jamie when he ate some without his permission). 

It wasn’t until a few months passed that he figured it out.

Or, rather, he caught you neatly organizing some notes around a particularly large chocolate pachimari that he realized what exactly was going on.

“[Y/N]….”

You jolted in place, eyes widening like a deer in headlights as you slowly turned around to spot Mako towering over you, his face unreadable underneath his mask. Sweat beaded on your forehead, but you could only give a light smile in response to your call out, a hand reaching up to wave a little awkwardly at him.

“H-Heyyyyy Mako! I-um. I was just leaving, really! Gosh this is embarrassing um-shit-well-”

He stopped you by leaning over and taking one of your smaller hands in his large ones. You momentarily admired just how big his hands were, heat rushing to your cheeks as you willingly stepped closer to him.

You were even more in awe as he moved to shift his mask to the side, revealing part of his face to you. His warm gaze and almost amused look made you smile sheepishly in return as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. His own body nearly consumed yours, wrapping you in his presence and holding you close. You felt warm. You felt protected. You felt like, of all the ways this could have gone upon being discovered, this was probably the best one you didn’t think of.

When you were finally released, Mako’s gruff voice sounded as if it was trying to hide a jolt of laughter.

“From now on, just give them to me yourself, all right?”

“Awww,” You pouted, “But I like leaving you notes! Can I still leave them…even if I give you the candies myself?”

“Hm….I guess that’s fine.”

You giggled and leaned back, picking up the candy you had prepared for that day and offering it out to him with a nervous gaze. Reaching out, the junker took it and admired its adorable packaging thankfully for a long time. Eventually, he gave a nod and a gruff ‘thanks’ as he leaned down and kissed you again.

“Let’s share it.”

Not nice to meet you

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Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester meet the Mikaelson’s 

Warnings: None


The Winchester brothers were currently driving in New Orleans for a place to stay. “ Legend says that there is a witch coven that’s in New Orleans. Think its true? “ Dean asks glancing at Sam. Sam shrugs his shoulders. “ Maybe, guess anythings possible, “ Sam says. 

They pulled into a local motel, got their keys and stayed the night.

“ Hey, I read in the paper that Mardi Gras is today, “ Sam says the next morning. “ I don’t do Mardi Gras, “ Dean says with a roll to his eyes. “ Oh come on Dean, sometimes they throw moon pies at you, “ Sam says chuckling. “ Seriously? Lets go then, get me some moon pies, “ Dean says giving a side smile and throwing his leather jacket over his shoulder. 

They arrived downtown where the Mardi gras was being held. “ No many beads, “ Dean comments watching masked people throw bead necklaces at people. “ New record, your already complaining about something, “ Sam says laughing. “ Shut up, “ Dean mumbles walking ahead of him. Sam took the chance to look around at everything. When he was done he glanced back at Dean only to see him get hit in the head with something. “ Son ov’a, “ Dean mumbles looking down at what hit him. “ Hey, its a moon pie, ‘ Dean says lifting it off the ground. When he stood up right he saw someone jump off a building porch, landing perfectly on the ground. “ The hell? “ Dean and Sam say at the same time. No one else seemed to notice. Dean walked right up to him. 

“ You alright man? “ Dean asks. “ Yes, why do you ask? “ the man named Klaus asked. “ You just jumped from practically from the top of this building, “ Sam says motioning his arms towards the tall building. “ I don’t know what your talking about, “ Klaus says nonchalantly. “ We just saw you jum- “ Dean was cut off by someones voice. “ Everything alright brother? “ Elijah asks walking over to Sam, Dean and Klaus. Rebekah was with him. “ Yes, everything’s fine Elijah, “ Klaus says not taking his eyes off of Sam and Dean. “ Your brother here just jumped off this building without getting hurt. What are you, “ Dean asks walking closer with narrowed eyes. “ I’m afraid you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you the truth, “ Klaus says smiling sarcastically. “ Oh you have no idea, “ Sam fills in. “ Hunters, “ Elijah mumbles. “ Let me ask you again. What. Are.You. “ Dean says. “ Even if we told you, you wouldn’t be able to kill us, we are the originals, nothing can. Not fire, not any kind of bullets. Silver wont work, not even a witch can kill us, “ Rebekah say. “ The originals? “ Sam says confused. “ The original vampires, the first on earth. Again you can not kill us, “ Elijah says. “ Yeah well. Anything on this earth can be killed one way or another. “ Dean says. “ We’ll love to chat when you find a way, but for now, we would like to enjoy the Mardi gras, “ Klaus says running at full speed, away from Sam and Dean. 

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14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes by Doc Luben

1. Don’t freak out. 

2. We’ve both known this has been coming for a long time. 

3. I’ve been staying awake at night wondering if I should tell you.

4. I bought the kind of crackers you like to eat, they are in the hall cupboard. 

5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of ‘True Blood’ I do not know what else to do next 

6. I always imagined this would happen without warning like suddenly on a ocean cliff side, but this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever. 

7. I’ve just been too afraid for too long 

8. I came home on Tuesday and found all of the chairs that I own stacked in a tower in the center of my kitchen. I don’t know how long they have been like that, but it could only be me that did it. its the kind of thing a ghost might do to prove to the living that he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment. 

9. My grandmother was still alive when I was 5 years old, and she asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet, so I pressed my hand against it and it was red and screaming for hours. 25 years later, she would still sometimes apologize. In the middle of conversations, “I feel so bad about making you touch the iron,” she’d say as though it had just happened. I can not imagine how we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn’t say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it? 

10. I keep imagining my furniture in your apartment. 

11. I wonder how many likes this would get on Facebook. 

12. My dad always used to tell the same joke, but I can’t remember the punchline. 

13. I was 8 years old and it took 3 weeks – three 8 year old weeks, imagine – to gather everything that I would need to be Batman: Rope, boomerangs, a Mardi Gras mask with beads cut off. I couldn’t find a cave near my house so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after, I tried to find that spot again. The ivy grew too fast, I searched in so many spots, it seemed impossible that I had missed one, but I never found it. How can something be there, and then not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become? 

14. I never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them but thought they were too brash even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them. 

i swear ive been eating up dark bh6 and antihero bh6 things so fasT. somEONE STOp me.

but yeaH- here’s the Bakeneko Brothers from condensedbloodmilk’s really cool dystopian AU!