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Elaine Rossignol

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“Oh, now that just won't do, dear. My job is to help others make their dreams come true, and that includes you.”

— Elaine Rossignol, songbird starlet

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General Information

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Full Name — Elaine Evangeline Rossignol

↳ Elaine: An old French form of the name ‘Helen’. Typically meaning; Shining Light, Bright.

↳ Evangeline: Meaning ‘good news’ in Greek.

↳ Rossignol: ‘Nightingale’ in French.

Japanese ver. — イレーヌエヴァンジェリンロシニョール

Romaji ver. — Irēnu Evanjerin Roshinyōru

Twisted from: Cinderella • Christine Daae

❏ — Cinderella(シンデレラ) • Christine Daae(オペラ座の怪人)

V/A(日本語): Aya Hirano (平野綾)

↳ Voices Lucy Heartfilia, Fairytail

V/A(英語/EN): Sierra Boggess

↳ Actress of Christine Daae, Royal Albert Hall Phantom of the Opera

Age: 18

Birthday: January 26th

Horoscope: Aquarius ♒

Species: Human

Height: 174 cm

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Dark brown, almost Black

Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/They

Sexuality: Demiromantic, Pansexual

Dominant hand: Right

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Extra Information

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Homeland: The City of Flowers, 「 Populaire Capital 」

『 Family:

Vincent Rossignol (Biological Father/†)

Biological Mother † 』

Dormitory: Pomefiore

School Year: 2nd Year

Class: 2-A (+ seat no. 5)

Club: None

Best class(es): Music, Drama

Worst class(es): Practical and Defensive Magic

Like(s): The opera, music, anything vintage, singing, ballet, violin, shoes, sewing, fashion designing, helping others, seeing the best in others, Illusoire Opera House, the myth of the Opera Ghost

Dislike(s): Hypocrisies, injuring herself, worrying her friends, keeping secrets, crying, anything negative from nay-sayers about her father, anyone trying to enter Box Five in Illusoire

Hobbies: Singing, cleaning, sewing, ballet, playing the violin, writing in her journal, writing letters to close acquaintances

Talent(s): Singing, ballet, violin, multilingualism, fashion designing, sewing, crocheting, baking, ax-throwing

Flaw(s): Overly insistent, hypocritical, tends to sugarcoat everything, stubborn

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Personality

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Elaine's one of Pomefiore's finest singers, Vil stated. Many in the dormitory seem to agree with that, especially Rook and Victoria.

That isn't due to any attempt to please their housewarden, of course (though it may be true in some cases).

Elaine's considered a natural-born talent. Seemingly picturesque of what one would consider to be the ‘perfect’ person.

Kind, compassionate, empathetic — Elaine isn't afraid to help those in need, even if it means getting her hands dirty in order to do so!

She's someone her friends can go to if they ever need to be comforted, or given advice. It almost always feels like Elaine knows exactly what to say for every given situation. Like she knows what they're about to say before they can even say it.

Everyone can rely on Elaine for help. Just give her a call, and she'll be right there to help!

…. It's a good thing and a bad thing, depending on the person.

Elaine's good at reading people — remarkably, so. Alas, some individuals are just a little too good at hiding who they really are, and use her willingness to help others to exploit it for personal gain.

What doesn't help is that Elaine is insistent on providing her assistance. She rarely accepts a refusal, and feels the need to try and help as many people as she can all at once; thus causing her to be rather overworked.

She's also insistent on not allowing anyone to help her. Elaine's under the belief that if she can handle a great deal of errands, there's no harm in handling a couple more — bearing more weight on her shoulders than she needs to.

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Unique Magic: Tears of the Nightingale (ナイチンゲールの涙)

𓅨 Allows its user to heal injuries with their tears.

The tears will sink into the injury, with a slight stinginess, during those first few moments. But after a couple of seconds — or minutes — the injury will be fully healed.

This ability is most effective with smaller, minor injuries. The larger and more severe, the longer it will take to heal.

And sometimes, the injury is so grotesque that not even the tears will be able to heal it.

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Thoughts on them

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“Sweet girl, Elaine is. We met rather recently, and I can assure you, she is far better company than anything Victoria's capable of. Alas, it seems Elaine's close with her too.”

— Vil Schoenheit, Elaine's housewarden

“I took her in when most others didn't. The girl was in a difficult situation after her father died, who was I to not allow her safe refuge in my home? I treasure Elaine, truly. What I can only hope for is that she can learn to lean on others for support.”

— Mozus Trein, Elaine's current guardian

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Additional Trivia

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✑ Main Theme: Think of Me from The Phantom of the Opera, sung by Sierra Boggess

✑ Backstory: 『 Sing for Me 』

✑ OC Playlist: [ TBA ]

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ ･ °　·　꒦꒷ 𓅨

𓅨 Anything remotely vintage is automatically in Elaine's hands. From jewelry to footwear, to clothing — she's got a whole closet dedicated to vintage fashion!

𓅨 Trein’s wife, before her passing, had actually gifted Elaine a couple of pieces of her jewelry for her to wear when she came of age. To this day, Elaine keeps the jewelry in a small jewelry box her mother gave her. In memory of both her mother and Trein's wife.

↳ This happens to be one of the reasons why Trein has a soft spot for her.

𓅨 Surprisingly? Trein's daughters adore Elaine! Since childhood, both girls had the habit of coddling their honorary niece and continue to bicker about who Elaine likes more.

𓅨 Elaine was originally a student at Noble Bell College! Technically speaking, she would've been a member of the student council had she not transferred to NRC during her second year.

↳ She often visits Noble Bell to check up on everything while she is away.

𓅨 Well-liked by many of her peers! Elaine just has that sense of likability, one could suppose! (That isn't to say people don't dislike her, but you get my point)

𓅨 Her love of the Opera stemmed from her Father, who was a first-row violinist for the Illusoire Opera House — An Opera House residing in the City of Flowers.

𓅨 Elaine basically lives in Illusoire at this point, based on how frequently she goes there during vacations. Thankfully, the staff (specifically a certain composer) adore her presence and welcome her with open arms with each visit.

𓅨 Rollo seems to respect her, to some degree. Elaine thinks there's more weight to that than what most people think, given the kind of person Rollo is.

𓅨 Her constant insistence on helping others is considered concerning, to say the least. At most, you're most likely to meet Elaine while she's running someone else's errand.

𓅨 Horrible at swordsmanship, it's almost impossible to teach her anything about the combat form. Surprisingly, however, Elaine's got a decent right hook.

𓅨 How she's good at ax-throwing is beyond anyone's understanding. She just is.

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Appearance

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Elaine's Tags

#elaine rossignol • #『 elaine 🎭 』

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#FINALLY SHE'S HERE #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #pomefiore #pomefiore oc #twistedwonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステ #disney twst #elaine rossignol #『 elaine 🎭 』

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minx067 · 2 years

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Chapter 8 of GOH. All chapters currently released and up to date on my AO3! 🥰

Thank you again for your continued love and support and I hope you enjoy the chapter and all others to come! If you didn't catch it before, I painted a portrait of our lovely Michael without that pesky mask to hide his sweet face. Go check that out if you haven't already, it's the 📌 post at the top.

Michael's headed for the one place that calls to him, but not before he decicdes to make a quick stop along the way for something that we all know he loves to use on his victims and some unfortunate soul will pay for such a visit.

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Universe/Fandom: Halloween 1978 (Non-RZ) Rating: Mature/Adult. Minors keep your distance. Chapters: 8/? Chapter Triggers/Warnings: Strong language, Strong depictions of violence/gore, angst, knifeplay, blood-play/consumption, masochism/sadism, marking, possessive behaviour. Overall themes: Tension, Drama, Slow burn, Abuse, Strong Language, Past trauma, Manipulation, Strong depictions of Violence/Gore, Phsycological/ Physical trauma, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Mental Illness, Murder, Romance, Angst, Loss, Death, Comfort, Mild humour, Romance, Friendship, Fluff, Smut, Stockholm Syndrome, mild Non-con themes, Knifeplay, Stalking, Marking, Obsessive/Posessive behaviour, Choking, Explicit Sexual content. Reader details: Female, first-person perspective. Characters: Female reader, Michael Myers (Non-RZ), Samuel Loomis, Laurie Strode, Jed Perkins (Non-canon OC), Jamie Harris (Non-canon OC), Parker Reed (Non-canon OC), Josh Hewit (Non-canon OC), Erin White (Non-canon OC)

Ghost of Haddonfield: Chapter eight

Night has fallen. The streets are quiet and empty, lit by the subtle white-orange glow of street lamps steadily growing brighter the darker the velvety black sky turns, dusted with bright glimmering white stars. Although, it's just a typical night for Michael Myers. There's one thing on his mind and he's headed straight for it, one single place, and he's known its comfort his entire life even from the solidarity of a small yet clean white cell. To him, it's home. To everyone else, it's just a rundown and abandoned old house now that once held a lively and bustling young family, cut short by the twisted mind of a sick young boy. It's the place where he ended his sister's life, the place he would forever become known as Haddonfield's most infamous psychopath.

Legends would say the heart of such beings died in their chest cavities long ago, that they putrefied and made a heavy slime about their lungs as thick as underworld tar. That's how they became killers and perhaps why. Some say their emptiness is their madness, that they take life over and over as if they may possess the hearts and souls, yet never so, and to be healed someone pure has to love each of them, to reform their heart as if it was the finest of clay, then set it to beating with pure nature's essence. So until they find such a being to forgive all that they have done and all that they might do, to break the universal scales and set them free to begin anew, the killing goes on and on and on. True evil has no mortality though, no weakness. It has no feeling, no emotion, no limit and no shame. Nobody knows what fuels it though, just as Loomis could not understand nor explain what sick pleasure Michael derived from such savage and uncontrolled bloodlust.

Samuel Loomis. He remembers that name and face so vividly. How could he forget? He spent years assessing and observing him, listening with deaf ears and a gaze as dead and emotionless as one could remain in the presence of an obsessed old man who could not fathom the inner workings of Michael's mind. Nobody can. Nobody ever will and it will always remain so because he likes it that way. When the time comes, the crazed doctor will meet his end at the hands of his sole obsession; on his knees with a stomach full of blood, but not before he makes Loomis his human pin-cushion first.

Over the dry fall leaves each of his heavy boots crackles upon, and then to the sound of crinkling grass as he stalks and weaves through the back of shaded properties, his steps equatable to someone who has not yet learnt to walk quietly or much rather has no care for it, instead relying on the verges to muffle the sound. Each footfall is evenly spaced from the last with the most perfect rhythm one after the other. Michael prefers to stick to grassy pathways where the shadows of the night may easily conceal his movements, an even wiser decision now seeing that police would be on high alert. He has no intention of returning to the wards anytime soon. His fingers coil and uncoil at his sides just from the thought of preparing for yet another killing, all the brutal ways he could discover to slaughter another living and breathing being just to feel the life drain from their body.

Michael paces onward but stops abruptly in the shaded back garden of a random house. Its back porch lights are on, dimly illuminating the back door entrance. The muffled sound of a TV playing from within can be heard even from where he stands, and it's the perfect night for some bloodshed. He stands in the darkness as a cool breeze rustles the trees and bushes around him, plucking frail leaves from their branches and whisking them through the air, so very alive and moving compared to his otherwise completely unmoving frame. After a moment of simply observing he begins to slowly approach the door, his footsteps lighter and more precise than moments ago, before silently peering into the window. His eyes search through the murky darkness, only faintly illuminated by the glow of the television from the room opposite and establishing quickly what seems to be the kitchen.

He steps away from the window to glance around stiffly as though evaluating a way inside. He reaches for the door handle in the hopes that perhaps the owner hadn't been bright enough to lock it, but upon turning it comes to find it locked. Although prying the window or door open with brute force would be a simple task for someone with his strength, it was far from quiet. Just as he turns to find another route in, something catches his eye. On the ground beside the porch steps is a small spindly, dried shrub with a red brick nestled snugly within it, yet it's placed at a strange angle and slightly raised. Upon bending down, he promptly pushes the brick aside, only to discover a silver key beneath it, which he removes before moving the brick back into place with the key, slipping it into the keyhole and twisting it. With a brisk click, the door unlocks and Michael pushes it open, enters and silently shuts it behind him. Glancing around, his eyes search the small kitchen.

Despite the absence of food, the lingering aroma of a previously cooked roast dinner drifts into the orifices of his pale mask, filling his nostrils with the delectable scent and urging him to inhale deeply, but food isn't what he's come for.

Throughout the dimly-lit kitchen, Michael paces with slow, light steps, opening and rummaging through various drawers and cabinets as he goes. Then he stops, casting his eyes to the nearby knife block on the counter to his right. The sound of the television in the lounge is loud enough to keep whoever is watching it preoccupied if they weren't otherwise somehow asleep, leaving Michael free to scour for whatever he was in search of.

His fingertips land on the first knife out of a total of six, unsheathing it from the holder to reveal a rather disappointingly short and unremarkable blade that was clearly well used before slipping it back into the cork. Taking hold of the fifth knife, he slides it from the block, as he would expect that each would be larger to a previous one. His fingers tighten around the solid black handle and proceed to rotate it in his grasp as though carefully inspecting it. It's the ideal shape and length that would prove utterly lethal without being too bulky or large. Its silver blade shimmers brilliantly, virtually untouched yet fully prepared to rip through flesh and spill rich red pools of blood-a most magnificent weapon to use to his heart's sick and twisted content. Of course Michael could be far more creative with his weapon of choice, but just as his heart and mind held an inseparable connection to his home, as did the very simple yet effective kitchen knife.

One final glance over the glimmering blade is all Michael needs before padding silently into the lounge. A few moments ago, it might have been just a little bit of noisy comedy from the television, but is now quickly replaced by the bloodcurdling, terrified screams of an old woman as Michael hacks and slashes at her without hesitation. The knife cuts cleanly through her frail arms braced so hopelessly in front of her as he stabs in swift repetitive motions over and over and over again.

Despite not being entirely calculated, each stab is controlled enough not to be fatal. It's brutal, feral even. With every stab sends the crying old woman stumbling further back, clumsily throwing items such as a vase or even the nearby telephone which Michael swats to the side aggressively before lurching at her and viciously throwing her through the antique coffee table perched beside the armchair. Michael stands idly for a moment simply savouring the sounds of yet another victim, watching her writhe and wail helplessly on the floor. His fingers remain tight around the knife handle and his masked gaze stern on her wounds, how her arms are littered with deep, bleeding gashes that had already dribbled throughout the lounge and soiled the soft woven ivory rugs, soaking through to polished pine floorboards.

The floorboards squeak and bend as he paces forward with slow, heavy steps. In one fluid motion Michael's knife swiftly pierces through the woman's outstretched hand; the sheen of crimson coated metal glints in the light before it is ripped from her and elicits a horrifying scream from her lungs. He plunges the knife through her palm a second time, a third, a fourth before snatching her wrist and driving the knife through her arm. There's blood splattered all over the wall, staining the armchair, the rugs, pooling on the floor and reflecting his pale white mask.

There is no end to the screaming, and neither will it come until Michael is satisfied. The events in the institution were tame. It was simply child's play, a demonstration of what he had planned. This was just the beginning of the havoc he would wreak, and he'll gladly contribute to watching each and every one of these people drop like flies until there's noone left.

Michael's coming home and Haddonfield is simply his playground for a bloody massacre.

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ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 2 years

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Sister Cities

by buggieboot

LONG potential Season 2 of Arcane where I tie up the loose ends that have ruined my life! Canon-compliant except when I don't know what I'm talking about. CaitVi angst, Jinx and Vi angst, Ekko and Jinx angst, angst between all four of them. Lots and lots of fluff and hurt-comfort. Redemption arc/bonding/healing/found family situation where everybody eventually loves each other, but the drama in between is through the roof. Occasional violence (sibling-on-sibling (only in flashbacks/dreams), police brutality, physical political battles), sometimes described in fair detail, but never terribly graphic. Implied but not described sex. Much exploration of trauma; clear depictions of PTSD, psychosis, skewed worldviews, etc. Much exploration of dysfunctional relationships & dynamics that may be considered abusive, as well as growth/healing that leads to much exploration of healthy relationships. POV switches between Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, & Ekko. Very character driven, but with a cool plot too. I will give them a happy ending, I promise. thank u for reading

Words: 1827, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Other

Characters: Jinx (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jinx & Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Jinx & Vi (League of Legends), Ekko & Jinx & Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends), Ekko & Jinx (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Ekko & Jinx (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jinx Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Minor Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends), Angst with a Happy Ending, Lesbian Caitlyn (League of Legends), Lesbian Vi (League of Legends), Lesbian Character, Redemption, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Drama, Canon Compliant, Reconciliation, Soft Jinx (League of Legends), Good Sibling Vi (League of Legends), Friendship, Forgiveness, Politics, Daddy Issues, Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends), Piltover's Finest, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Power Dynamics, Healthy Relationships, Self-Hatred, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Discovery, Regret, Platonic Female/Female Relationships, Enemies to Friends, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Personal Growth, Sisters, Broken Families, Strong Female Characters, Estrangement, Happy Ending, Internal Conflict, Second Chances, Mutual Pining, Parent-Child Relationship, Sibling Love, No Smut, Loss of Parent(s), Betrayal, Forbidden Love, Unreliable Narrator, Morally Ambiguous Character, Denial of Feelings, Complicated Relationships, Trust Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional Baggage, Forehead Kisses, Literal Sleeping Together, Nightmares

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#ao3feed-piltovers-finest #a03feed-piltovers-finest #caitvi #arcane (league of legends) fanfiction

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zaynafurnitureus · 2 years

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7 Furniture Ideas that Will Transform the Vibe of Your Bedroom

Positivity can be encouraged by good design. Bedrooms are essential for offering relaxation and healing to our body as well as the mind. After a long and hectic day at the office, you definitely need to come home and hit your bed to feel a little energetic and euphoric. If you want to achieve a quintessential bedroom makeover, start by looking at examples of beautifully created homes that inspire you.

These bedroom decoration ideas and designer samples can encourage deeper and dreamier models. No matter how daring you want to be, how big your room is, or what kind of design you choose, these tips will help you get a spectacular bedroom. Buy bedroom furniture online and get your hands on some of the best exclusive deals for affordable rates.

Personally, after an exhausting day at work, I want to get back to a bedroom that is warm, cozy, and comfortable. Somewhere I would be able to lay down the burden of the whole day and relax till I have to step out again for the next day. In the following, you'll find several bedroom decoration ideas. Be sure to save your favorites.

Pick a Perfect Color Scheme

For a relaxing yet consistent design in the main bedroom, utilize less saturated versions of the colors used in the common areas. An intense midnight blue tone unifies the crisp whites and inky blacks in this composition.

Good Lighting

Light is necessary for a cozy bedroom, but not just any light. After dark, turn off the overhead light and concentrate on dim light. The secret to creating a cozy atmosphere is to use a variety of lighting sources, such as soft bedside lamps and dramatically placed ceiling lights.

The finest light source of them all will always be natural light, of course. See what our ideal bedroom would look like below. For instance, to balance the room's appearance and atmosphere, these can be moved around.

You can choose the Cici Chrome Table Lamp. This lamp is remarkably shimmering. It is a sophisticated table lamp that will embellish your room to a whole new level.

Adding a Touch Of Wood

Adding wood to your bedroom's walls is the ideal way of creating a cozy atmosphere within the room. In areas where paneling or wallpaper cannot be added, using wood furnishings and accents can also aid in achieving the comfortable vibe you desire.

For instance you can invest in innovative furniture like the Nurmive Beige Fabric Chair, Kamilla Antique Black End, Dalace Gray Bench, Maral Espresso Writing Desk. You can always buy furniture online or choose your favourite pieces from any physical store near you.

Choosing a Comfortable Bed

Adding wood to your bedroom's walls is the ideal method to create a cosy atmosphere, regardless of how big or little it is. In areas where panelling or wallpaper cannot be added, using wood furnishings and accents can also aid in achieving the cosy atmosphere you desire.

Designs like the Beretta Graystone and Ash Oak Armoire or the Andria Reclaimed Oak Eastern King Panel Bed are some of the most suitable for recommendations for this.

Draping the Windows

Bare, cold windows are one of the biggest ways to prevent a bedroom from feeling snug and comfortable. When going cozy, don’t skimp on window treatments. Another tip to keep in mind is if you have large windows or not. Don’t include curtains in a strong pattern. When drawn, they shouldn’t dominate or take away from the balance of the rest of the room.

Monochromatic Trends in Furniture

Have you ever tried a monochrome theme in your bedroom instead of using the natural colour and texture of wood and metal? A bedroom that is entirely white, grey, or even black produces a uniformity that is both flexible and fascinating.

Contrary to popular belief, white furniture such as tables, dressing tables, and wardrobes makes rooms appear larger and brighter. Texture can be used intriguingly to add an aspect of interest. Furthermore, velvet carpets and furniture, black appliquéd wallpaper, and black-toned furniture add drama and mystery to a bedroom with a black theme.

To set up a monochromatic look you can always use the Antares Light Gray Oak Nightstand, Artesia Salvaged Natural Gray Mirror, and the Artesia Tan California King Upholstered Bed.

Setting up a Neutral Tone to the Bedroom

Compare a simple bedroom layout with colorful furnishings, such as a picture, a sofa, or a vibrant floor mat. To prevent the area from being too bland or diluted, choose furniture with unusual or funky designs. To balance the bedroom decor and offer the overall design a new viewpoint, find something off-center.

The Bailee Black Finish Twin Trundle, or the Vendome Cherry TV Armoire are some of the perfect tools in a bedroom that can make it look alluring and beautiful. Invest in premium-quality bedroom furniture online that will fit the requirements of your bedroom.

Adding a Montage of Pillows to the Bedroom

Nothing is more inviting than a plush bed chock-full of pillows. A bed like this is basically begging you to jump right in. I suggest going after cozier pillows that are as cute as they are comfortable.

While you definitely do not need to justify the number of pillows on your bed, at least this way they’ll be more than just decorative.

Adding Leather Accents

Add some extra warmth to your room by playing with leather accents. Choose a leather bed frame for a cushion-like aesthetic. Go the extra mile and match your side chairs to the frame.

Embracing the Danish idea of hygge, a term used to convey a feeling of warmth, cosiness, and comfort, furniture is the key to adding some extra-cozy touches. The Danes value hygge because of their long, gloomy winters. Hygge's design principles include candlelight, calming textures, gentle earth tones, and rich wood accents.

Therefore, take into account these warm bedroom ideas and start working on them for a stunning makeover. Whether you're determined on revamping your sleeping quarters or just want some low-effort, big-impact recommendations to create a homey hideaway, these tips will definitely serve your purpose.

#buy bedroom furniture #bedroom furniture online

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lowkis · 2 years

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you put your hand in mine - chapter 28

summary: when loki falls from the bifrost he lands on earth. isla finds him while out walking her dog one night and takes him under her wing, nursing him back to health as best she can. it’s hard, trying to juggle work, life, and looking after a fallen asgardian prince. with nowhere else to go and limited access to his magic, loki must heal, wait patiently, and adapt while trying to wrap his head around life on earth after everything that happened on the bifrost

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rated: t

words: 4176

tags: post-thor (2011), eventual romance, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, drama, romance, angst, comfort/angst, canon divergence, protective loki, good loki, confused loki, loki needs a hug, he’s trying his best to understand earth, he’s trying his best full stop

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“Are you sure you’re up to this?”

Isla smoothed down the fabric of the floor-length, pale blue dress they’d given her to wear. It was typical Asgardian fashion, woven from the finest silks that caressed her skin and felt weightless. She kept nervously brushing her hands over her skirts to ensure she was actually wearing clothes. It shifted against her skin as if it were nothing, so different from the usual trousers and t-shirt she was used to.

The look Loki had given her when she’d appeared wearing the dress was something she’d never forget. Desire and longing registered within his gaze. The emotions were so strong it made her breath catch. Isla had approached slowly, watching as his gaze travelled up her body to meet her eyes, where his gaze softened, and he offered her a gentle smile. It was devoid of worry and anguish, which had been his constant companions after she’d awoken. His expression was full of love, warmth, and appreciation. A welcome sight after their horrid last few moments on earth.

A pang registered within Isla’s chest at the thought of it.

To answer his question, Isla turned her face up to meet Loki’s with a reassuring smile. She rested her hand on the arm he’d extended to her and curled fingers eagerly around the crook of his elbow with a grin. Her other hand came to rest upon his bicep.

“Your healing worked wonders, Loki. I feel perfectly fine.”

His shoulders relaxed and he let out a quiet exhale.

Thor had left to travel to earth to assess the situation. He’d left when she’d still been sleeping apparently, so she hadn’t actually officially met Loki’s brother yet, but she wanted to. Isla wanted to know his family, his world, his home. Granted, the former hadn’t always been an easy topic for Loki to discuss, but Isla wanted to get to know Frigga at the very least. While wary of Odin, she did want to meet Thor. She wanted to meet the brother who’d traversed the different realms with Loki by his side in their younger years. Isla wished to get to know the man who’d watched Loki’s back, who he’d grown up with, and who had travelled with him on all his adventures.

But that would come in time. Loki commanded her attention effortlessly and he had something to show her.

Loki rested his palm atop her hand, covering the fingers gripping his arm with only a warmth and comforting weight he could provide, and started to escort Isla from the Healing Ward. Maya trotted behind them happily, tongue lolling as she explored new places, new people, and new scents.

Isla tried not to gape at the grandness of the palace as Loki swept her through it, she really did, but it was incredibly difficult not to. Everything was gold – perhaps too gold for her taste, as she’d suspected, now seeing it in the flesh – but it was the vastness and the intricateness of the designs and sculptures that left Isla in awe. High, vaulted ceilings towered above, the stained glass in the ceilings depicting different battles or stories within their colours and panels. Different, delicate patterns curled around the golden columns they walked passed, reaching so high above Isla lost track of the sight of them.

Eventually, Loki slowed his gait so she could look around. Her head was swivelling as she took it all in, but there was still too much.

Finally, Loki slowed to a stop. “If you wish, we can stop here, and I can give you a tour of the palace?”

Isla stopped her staring and brought her eyes to Loki’s. “Was that what you wanted to show me?”

He paused before finally shaking his head. “If you wish to see the palace I am happy to oblige –”

“No, Loki,” Isla interrupted softly. She clung back onto his arm. “I’m sorry, it’s just… A lot to take in, in person. But no, take me to where you wanted to go. Show me what you wanted me to see.”

His eyes flitted between hers, trying to discern something, and was apparently satisfied. “If you wish, Isla.”

“I do,” she grinned, giving his arm a squeeze. “Very much so.”

He stepped aside and gestured for her to start walking again, easily falling into step. “I can give you a tour of the palace afterwards.”

“It is… Wow.”

“Yes,” Loki commented, but she could see his jaw set. She quickly turned her head to look up at his, but whatever distaste she saw quickly disappeared. “It is certainly something.”

She quietly eyed him as they walked for a few moments before turning her head away.

It was no secret his last time here was not pleasant. This was where he’d been lied to by his “parents”. Where he’d found out his true heritage. Where he’d found out he was a being who was feared by all Asgardians…

Recognition sparked at the emotions she’d seen on his face before he quickly buried them and assumed a mask.

Pain, distaste, fear.

“I want to see what you’d like to show me, Loki. I don’t need to see the palace.”

He inclined his head but said nothing more.

They continued to walk ahead, leaving the palace walls, and entering a courtyard. Neat hedgerows lined the pathway, dotted with flowers of every colour. They were vibrant and smelled divine, enticing Isla in. The scent of honeysuckle brushed her nose and she inhaled sharply, gasping in delight at the familiar scent. It wrapped around her heart and gave it a comforting squeeze.

The scent reminded her of her mother. It was close to the perfume she wore every day.

Isla tugged Loki to a stop, bending beside a hedge to sniff at the plants, trying to find the culprit which reminded her so much of home. Loki let her go to the blooms, content to watch her after she explained her reasonings. When she finally found the flower – a sprig of a thing, covered in pretty yellow petals that were as bright as sunshine – she cupped it around her palms and inhaled deeply, letting out a laugh of pure joy. Isla looked over her shoulder to Loki, telling him this was the flower, and was quickly arrested by the look she saw on his face.

Isla didn’t think Loki could look more in love with her if he tried.

It left Isla feeling elated.

With a skip in her step and a beaming smile, Isla latched onto his arm once more to continue walking, chattering about the flower and how it reminded her of her family. She barked out a laugh as she reminisced, retelling the story of how her parents had hosted a themed Halloween party one year. The theme was to come as someone who inspired them. Her father had dressed up as her mother – make up, honeysuckle perfume, the whole thing – and had strutted his stuff, expertly leaving everyone in fits of giggles. His reasonings were “of course I would dress up as the love of my life, who inspires me every day”. That was when Isla knew true love was real, because looking at the tears of joy in her mother’s eyes and seeing the look of adoration on her father’s face as he held her close, she couldn’t not believe in it.

To some it would be sickeningly sweet, but like Isla, Loki had cooed over the tale. And, be still her heart, Loki had gazed down at Isla the same way she remembered her father looking upon her mother that evening.

With a sigh Isla rested her head happily against Loki’s shoulder. “I would like it if you could meet them.”

Loki squeezed her hand and kissed her oh, so sweetly. “It would be an absolute honour to meet your parents, Isla.”

She felt like she was on cloud nine. Isla cupped his chin and drew Loki’s face down for a smouldering kiss which weakened her knees and left her breathless. Loki didn’t need to wrap his arm around her waist to keep her upright, but he did so anyway and took great delight in it too, judging by the way his eyes sparkled.

“Is that…” Isla cocked her head to the side and listened as her hands rested on Loki’s chest. She’d used it to steady herself after he’d so gallantly swept her into his arms. “Horses?”

Loki nodded, giving her hand a squeeze. “We will be going on a short ride. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Not at all! I don’t suppose you’ll tell me where we will be riding to?”

Loki chuckled. “No, my love. It is a surprise, after all.”

Isla pouted, her whole body quivering when Loki kissed it away.

Okay, she decided to forgive him after that.

The stables appeared endless. They stretched far ahead of them as the trio entered the wooden structure. As they walked by many horses curiously stuck their heads out of their stalls to view the newcomers, causing Isla to offer them a small wave.

Loki laughed to himself, and Isla decided she loved drawing that reaction from him very much.

Maya nosed at the stall doors and lifted her head to greet the horses if they bent their heads down to her. She left alone the ones who weren’t interested in saying hello and quickly bounded to catch up to Isla and Loki.

A man stepped out from a stall as they approached. He wiped his forearm over his brow, resting his shovel against the open gate as he stared into the stall he’d just vacated. When he noticed their approach, he froze. Then he paled.

“Prince…” The man trailed off and gaped up at Loki. “My Prince –”

“Stable Master Erik,” Loki nodded in greeting. His merriment from earlier appeared to have faded, replaced by a colder tone that made Isla pause and glance between them. “I require the use of my horse this afternoon. Ready my horse, please.”

The man continued to stare, his mouth hanging open in disbelief… with a hint of fear.

Isla felt something uncomfortable creeping up her spine.

“Stable Master,” Loki commanded, snapping him from his trance.

“Uh – Yes! Yes, of course. One moment, please!”

The man looked like he couldn’t leave them fast enough. He hurried deeper into the stables, disappearing into the darkness.

Loki didn’t move beside her. He remained staring ahead in the direction the man had retreated. His jaw clenched tightly and his eyes glittered.

Did… Did he fear him?

“Right this way, Your Highness,” Erik called after a quiet, tense moment. “I will assure he is ready to ride.”

Despite his hardened exterior Loki tugged Isla forward gently and started to walk ahead. Erik was leading a massive stallion in front of them, it’s coat shimmering in the sunlight that shone overhead them. It was completely black and had a long, dark mane and tail. Once in the sunlight, the coat shined and turned glossy, looking slick, almost like oil. It’s head turned towards Loki when he approached, letting out a soft nicker in greeting.

“Thank you, Stable Master. That will be all.”

“Y – Yes, Your Highness!” Again, the man all but bolted back inside.

Isla frowned after him.

What’s set his pants on fire?

She was about to open her mouth to ask when she turned to see Loki quietly murmuring to his horse. The hard expression he’d directed at Erik had disappeared completely and in its place was a look similar to the one he saved only for Maya. It was full of affection for the beast before him as he stroked his fingers over the stallions nose. It whinnied and Loki laughed.

“Can you understand him?” Isla couldn’t help it, she had to ask.

The smile Loki shot her way was radiant. “I can,” he confirmed. He grasped the horses reigns and guided him over to Isla. She resisted the urge to cringe back at the height of him. “Isla, please meet Midnight.”

The name quirked up the corners of her lips in amusement. “You named him Midnight,” she chuckled. “It’s fitting.”

“Yes, well.” Loki cleared his throat, cheeks turning pink. “The names we give things when we are young are often not the most creative.”

“How long has he been your horse?”

Before Loki could answer Midnight’s nose inched towards Isla and he snorted. Loudly. She flinched at the sudden loud sound and jumped in fright at the strong force of air which impacted her bare arm, causing Loki to rub his hand over Midnight’s nose. “Easy,” he murmured. “Be gentle. She’s very important to me.”

Isla heart stuttered within her chest.

Midnight snorted quietly as he stared directly at Isla. He nickered and tossed his head, but not enough that Loki’s arm was jerked or he lost his grip.

A slow smile spread across Loki’s face at the horse’s reaction.

“What?” Isla looked between him and the horse.

“Midnight says you are very pretty.”

Isla blushed. “Well… Tell him thank you.”

Loki did and Isla watched, fascinated, as he communicated with his horse.

Maya became more curious and stepped around Isla to sniff at the horse.

Midnight took a step back, slightly startled at her sudden appearance, but Loki quickly gained control. Just to be on the safe side, Isla knelt and grasped Maya’s collar loosely. She didn’t need her scaring Midnight, but she also didn’t want Maya to get hurt either.

“Maya is very important to me too,” Loki said firmly as Midnight continued to struggle and back up, moving away from Maya. “Midnight,” he commanded sharply, looking directly into the horse’s eye. “She is a friend. You have nothing to fear.”

His answer was a long exhale from his nose.

“She is a friend, just like Lady Isla.”

Midnight turned his head to look at Loki.

“Be nice,” he warned as if one would a child.

“Easy, Maya. Don’t spook him, okay?” She ran her hand between Maya’s ears but didn’t relent on her grip of Maya’s collar.

Maya stepped forward tentatively and Loki allowed Midnight to move and lower his head. Curiously, the two approached one another, sussing the other out. Midnight snorted and Maya started, cowering back, just like Isla had done, especially since Midnight toward over her. Her ears flattened against her head and she loped away, coming to rest beside Isla’s side, partially hiding herself from view after being startled.

Midnight’s ears pulled back and he let out a quiet sound of distress.

“It’s all right, Maya,” Loki coaxed. “Midnight apologises for frightening you, he didn’t mean to.”

Maya licked her lips uncertainly and sat by Isla’s side.

“Come,” Loki beckoned her, kneeling to Maya’s level.

She looked uncertain, even taking a moment to glance up at Isla and let out a quiet whine, but eventually gave in at both their gentle encouragement.

“It’s all right, Maya. I promise.”

Isla’s heart melted as she watched Loki communicate with Maya, helping her greet his horse and trying to help both become friends.

She was so lucky, Isla knew that, but in that moment, the feeling resurfaced and it was like she was falling in love with Loki all over again.

He had past transgressions, she was aware, but Erik had no reason to fear him. No one had any reason to fear him, for this man had so much love to give those he held dear. She was sure, given the chance, the people of Asgard would adore him like she did.

Like they did his brother.

Isla was determined to make them see it.

“Isla?”

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Loki’s call. He was looking amused while Maya sat by Midnight’s side, panting happily. It appeared the two had become easy friends.

“Yes?”

“Are you ready to go?”

Anticipation flooded her as she approached Loki’s outstretched hand. Midnight was so tall, towering over her completely. Her head didn’t even reach the top of the saddle. How were they even supposed to ridehim?

Loki snaked an arm around her waist and her question was answered. The teleportation was disorientating, but it did mean the two of them were situated on the saddle rather gracefully, rather than having Isla flail as she tried to clamber onto Midnight’s back.

“That’s one way to do it,” she commented, still feeling dazed.

Loki chuckled. “Are you ready?”

She turned her head to look up at him. “Let’s ride,” Isla grinned.

Travelling across the fields of Asgard was exhilarating at the speed Midnight ate up the ground below. Loki nudged him to move faster so Isla could experience it in all its glory, letting loose a wonderous laugh from her lungs, before slowing so Maya didn’t fall too far behind. Although, she seemed eager to play and race against Midnight. She wouldn’t win against the Asgardian horse, but Maya didn’t appear to be deterred. When Isla brought it up, Loki smirked and asked Midnight to run faster, if he wouldn’t mind, to appease his new friend. Midnight snorted and easily lengthened his stride, allowing Maya to sprint by their side.

It was the kind of exercise huskies thrived in. It was what they were born for. It was the kind of exercise Isla had always longed to give Maya, but her running speed would never compare to that of Midnight. Still, she was glad Loki was able to provide it to her this once.

And hopefully, again in the future.

Maya was panting when they finally slowed to a trot, but after a quick translation from Loki, it appeared she was eager for race number three.

Loki’s grip on her waist was tight, the palm splayed across her stomach a welcome weight. When their speed had picked up she’d gripped onto his forearm for dear life. He pressed her tight against him to ease her fears of falling off, bringing Isla flush against his chest. She relaxed as best she could against him, wrapped up in his embrace as he made them fly over the brilliant green grass below.

When they approached the destination Loki had pointed out, Isla grew quiet and contemplative. It looked oddly familiar…

“Wait…”

“Yes?” Loki sounded innocent, but Isla knew better. She knew if she turned she’d see mischief in his eyes.

“Is this…”

Midnight slowed to a walk, as did Maya. She sniffed out the ground below before letting out an excited bark and bounding ahead.

When she disappeared Isla’s heart leapt into her throat.

“Maya!” Hysteria lodged itself in her windpipe, making the call high-pitched and full of worry.

Sensing her distress, Loki tightened his grip on her. “It’s all right,” he murmured into her ear.

“What?” She started to struggle to get free, desperate to run off to find Maya after her disappearance.

“Be at ease, my love,” Loki whispered lowly into her ear. Isla shivered involuntarily, momentarily distracted.

“What? Why?”

“You will see. I promise. She is fine. I would never let anything happen to her.”

Midnight took a few steps forward before Isla felt it. Something washed over her skin, caressing it, as Loki would. It was similar to the way his magic had enveloped her while within the cabin as Loki fought Thanos. It welcomed her in, permitted her entrance to whatever he’d hidden beyond the barrier of his magic.

What that was, was quickly discovered. The endless forest shimmered and gave way. With startling clarity she realised it was the grove he’d shown her on the wall of her living room.

Isla’s lips parted as she took in the beauty of the place.

The projection had not done it justice. The place was… Paradise. It was gorgeous, full of life and colour, but Isla couldn’t dwell on it too much for the moment. She had to find Maya.

Just as she was about to call her name, she heard Maya bark.

Isla’s head whipped around to try and find her.

At the foot of the steps up to a porch and a cabin, knelt Frigga who was petting Maya lovingly. She waved at them with a smile, continuing to lavish Maya with affection as she sat by her side, panting happily.

Isla continued to stare in wonder.

“When you said you had a secret grove, I didn’t know you meant a cabin as well,” she murmured, still in shock at the display of beauty before her.

The importance of Loki bringing her here was not lost on Isla either.

“Loki,” Frigga greeted, cutting off their conversation.

“Mother,” he replied with a grateful smile. He eased himself off Midnight with such easy grace, Isla envied it. But it was quickly dismissed as he held up his arms expectantly to her. His eyes twinkled with happiness as she reached for him, allowing him to assist her down to the ground. He arms encircled her tightly and even when her feet were on solid ground, he didn’t let go.

“Everything is ready for you,” Frigga announced as she approached. “I do not wish to linger long and impose, but please, if there is anything you require, do send for me. I will come in a heartbeat.”

Isla could tell the gesture meant a lot to Loki. Hell, it meant a lot to her as well.

“Thank you, Mother.” He gave her hands a squeeze, making the Queen smile. She lifted a hand to cup his cheek before letting it drop and turning her attention to Isla.

“Enjoy your time here. You are safe and shrouded. None shall find you unless you wish it.”

“Thank you.” Isla swallowed, still feeling nervous around the Queen.

She grasped both Isla’s hands tightly and gave them a comforting squeeze before drawing her into an embrace.

“Take all the time you both need,” she whispered into Isla’s ear. She cupped her cheek. “I will hold off the others,” Frigga assured with a gentle eye roll, though it was not directed at them. “As far as I’m concerned this retreat is necessary. It will heal you both.”

Loki nodded and offered further thanks.

With a soft smile and final words of encouragement, Frigga bid them farewell. A doorway surrounded in gold appeared by her side, and she stepped through it easily. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

“Was that a portal?” Isla blurted out her question without thinking.

“It was,” Loki answered, sounding amused.

“Wow.”

“I can show you more, if you like?”

“I’d much rather you showed me that cabin. You didn’t tell me there was a cabin here.”

“Call it my little secret,” he grinned. “I told you it was my sanctuary, didn’t I? I had to create somewhere to stay.”

He looked so boyish in that moment her heart clenched. Every hardship he’d endured up until this moment seemed to evaporate while he was here. This was Loki, the man she knew and loved. The man she’d make sure the rest of Asgard would come to know and love as well.

But not before she had her own time with him first.

It made her feel so light, like she was walking on air, to know he was comfortable sharing his sacred place with her, to know he was eager to show this side of himself. It had never been a doubt within her mind while they were on earth, but seeing it happen always brought Isla so much joy every time that she couldn’t help the wide smile that overtook her face.

“What?” Loki’s eyebrow lifted inquisitively.

“Nothing.” Isla shook her head but was unable to drop her smile. “I’m just excited and beyond happy to be here with you.”

“And I, you,” he nearly purred.

“Honestly, Loki, I’m… so honoured you’ve brought me here.” Tears welled in her eyes without warning, making him soften even further. If that were even possible. “It means a lot to me that you have.”

“I love you, Isla,” he murmured as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You own my heart, my body, and my soul forever. Of course I want to share this place with you. While it was once my haven, that has now changed.”

Isla frowned up at him in confusion.

Loki smiled as he gazed down at her, brushing his thumb over the crease between her eyebrows until it smoothed out. “Wherever you are is now my haven,” he murmured. “Wherever you are is my home.”

Isla’s heart nearly ceased beating. She gripped the lapels of his surcoat, holding him close.

“I love you, Loki."

Loki dipped his head to kiss her tenderly. His long hair tipped forward to frame his face and brush against his cheekbones. The strands tickled Isla’s skin, eliciting a giggle which made Loki beam. He pecked her lips, muttering about how adorable she was.

Isla latched onto his arm as Maya barked eagerly by their side and Midnight snorted behind them.

“Show me your world, Loki. Show me your grove. I can’t wait to see everything.”

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twice and the ceres asteriod~

ceres is all about food, nurturing, family relationships, animals, time-sharing, grief, and transitions/growth experiences in a woman’s life.

taurus-

dahyun;

growth for dahyun appears when she has built a steady foundation. comfort and security are essential for her, but because of the synastry between her aries sun and taurus ceres, it can be hard for her to feel comfortable achieving it. she may unconsciously sabotage herself because she feels like she has to be strong and impulsive. her personality is fast-paced and energetic, but it tends to wear her out. reassurance is needed to be feel safe letting others take care of her.

physical affection is an important way of relaxation for dahyun. hugs are much appreciated. comfort food is a great way to calm her down. sustenance in general is needed, dahyun can not function if she doesn’t have a high enough blood sugar level. nerves begin to take over if she feels hungry. needs to feel completely secure to fully relax. can’t have anything hanging over her or she won’t be able to slow down. might keep working and working until she drops if she feels she doesn’t have financial stability.

nurturing others comes naturally however. dahyun is a solid presence and can calm people down with just a small touch. her hugs are the softest. seems reliable no matter what she’s going through. because of taurus’s ruling planet, venus, dahyun seems extra loving when she comforts others. people might take her physical touch in a romantic way sometimes.

gemini-

chaeyoung;

calming down for chaeyoung means having fun. letting go of all her nerves and fears is like a spa treatment for her. friends are important. she somehow feels extremely relaxed while taking in masses of information. is constantly on the move. her preferred aesthetic is tied to her comfort. she likes the idea of being free to do whatever she wants and have whatever moods she wants.

however, like dahyun, her taurus sun can restrict this vibe. she feels as if the free-spirited persona that she feels most relaxed in clashes with her true self. it can seem time-consuming and exhausting to let go of nerves and fears, yet that’s what her taurus self is constantly trying to do. can sometimes let her fears control her because that seems like the easier option, the one with less drama.

please hug her! chaeyoung loves people that come barreling towards her and absolutely attack her with love. nurtures others by hanging out with them and creating a fun, healthy atmosphere. can seem boundary-less at times, but she’s probably panicking inwardly i don’t make the rules. might randomly talk about trauma/issues that she has and then either forget about it or pretend it never happened. speaking up is a good way for her to release negative/draining emotions and it helps her become more confident.

cancer-

tzuyu;

mom material at its finest. tzuyu is a natural at making people feel safe and happy. is always there as a shoulder to cry on and people feel safe relying on her. she does protect herself from relying on others however, and prefers to be the nurturer rather than the on being nurtured. loves the idea of taking care of others and being of service comes naturally. loves kids and wants to help them grow and become the best versions of themselves.

growth happens when tzuyu utilizes her divine feminine energy. being aggressive and impulsive does not help her. growth comes from learning from quick decisions that didn’t end well and learning to slow down and think before acting. however, she doesn’t seem to struggle much with this; she seems to be pretty evolved.

in tzuyu’s opinion, being nurtured by someone means letting out her emotions to the person and them validating her feelings and empathizing with her. she wants to be around people that understand her without her having to explicitly tell them her feelings. observing tzuyu and learning her coping mechanisms is the best way to make her feel loved. prefers to deal with issues on her own or talk to very close loved ones.

libra-

nayeon;

nayeon feels comforted by connecting with others and creating partnerships. having people by her side makes her feel safe. ice cream and other confections are therapy for nayeon. friends are important for her mental and emotional health. having a significant other is beneficial as well. not becoming lost in her inner self and staying on the surface is one of her coping mechanisms. doesn’t like to take deep, messy dives into her emotions.

she is incredibly nurturing (such a great unnie) by nature and her way of comforting others is lovely; lots of people are attracted by her motherly qualities. uses her words as a way to help others. possible issues could be that her help and nurturing is romanticized and can be made shallow. people could take advantage of her caring nature easily, as she finds it hard to say no to people in need.

nayeon improves the most when she is “aesthetic.” anything that is pleasing to feel/do is the right path for nayeon. helping out others and being of service in a strong way is going to keep her on the right track. righting injustices is part of her destiny. perfection is always an ideal that’s in mind for nayeon.

sagittarius-

jeongyeon and momo;

these two release stress by sweating it out. activity clears their mind and stops negative thoughts. they tend to run from their problems at times or procrastinate doing hard work because it can seem overwhelming. not having an escape is what bothers them. however, since they’re both scorpios, this aspect of a sagittarius ceres is restricted and not as apparent.

having ceres in the same sign as pluto can cause some karma. momo and jeongyeon might have serious issues slowing down and growing boundlessly at the same time. can keep pushing to achieve something they don’t truly find appealing, especially with the aspect between scorpio sun and sagittarius ceres.

jeongyeon tends to protect her healing from the world, but a lot of it seeps to the surface and is noticeable to others. her cancer moon makes her want to feel protected and have a safe space to conceal herself, but her sagittarrius ceres is like run! now! get away from boundaries of all kinds! this can create a deep-running sense of confusion surrounding her knowledge of herself. shadow work could help her a lot.

momo’s growth is centered around broad dreams and aspirations. she is a neptune decan scorpio, which can help the tension between her ceres sign and sun sign. it’s easier for her to look at growing and improving herself from a detached but extremely emotional level. listening to music is huge for her, and can help her figure herself out. also freestyle dancing! is very natural for her and she feels powerful and very “momo” when she does it.

capricorn-

sana;

good for sana, her ceres sign conjuncts her sun sign, a favorable combination due to the similarities and connection between herself and her relationship with the material world and emotional growth. she needs relaxation and comfort for her well-being and for her personality to shine through accurately. however, this isn’t too hard for her, as the life that she wants to lead is in line with the life that energizes her the most.

sana feels comforted by constructive criticism or a healthy pushing and motivation that keeps her on track but is also sensitive to her moods. her leo moon and virgo mars can make her irritated by others being overly critical or disinterested in her struggles, but loved ones that know her well and can give her support is appreciated. it’s hard to explain, but sana just wants someone who will leave her alone to fix problems herself, but who can give her advice (only if she wants it!) and can empathize without pitying her.

sana comforts others the same way. she may have a tendency to end up being more self-focused when sympathizing with others and likes to share her experiences. might be aware of it, might not, it depends. she doesn’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just natural for her to include herself in these sorts of conversations and give advice. capricorn in ceres individuals might seem almost aloof at first, if you don’t know them, but once you’ve become close to them you can see through them and their motives easily. i find capricorns tend to be misunderstood a lot, as they have a lot going on, but you just have to guess? i don’t know. they’re hard to explain but you just know.

aquarius-

jihyo and mina;

jihyo and mina are destined to experience epiphanies related to self-discovery and individuality consistently throughout their life. they’re perpetually living in a state of learning. working in groups is the best way for them to improve upon themselves. helping others and being of service to the community inspires them. looking into topics that aren’t mainstream are a good way to attract growth too. they might mature backwards or have an up-and-down process of experiencing emotions.

jihyo may feel misunderstood at times. her way of relaxing is different than others and she may feel as if her moods vary too much from the moods of others. as i said in the first paragraph for this section, jihyo matures at a weird consistency. comfort comes from feeling like she belongs, but is still her own person. needs to be “noticed” but still feel like the underdog? confusing i know. wants to feel needed. being the leader of twice is incredibly beneficial to her health:)

mina can feel lost in terms of comfort. she may not need as much alone time as others, and feels more energized around groups of people, but finds it also wears her out because of the way her energy levels and moods fluctuate. so i take back what i said, she does need alone time. like a balance. but she struggles to maintain that balance. like jihyo, mina needs to feel needed. humanitarian activities and helping the community is good for her emotional stability.

both comfort others by making them feel important. tends to do well in teaching positions and as a mentor. extremely good leaders! they are comforting and know the people around them incredibly well without even realizing it. sympathizing is not exactly their strong point most of the time, they might seem too cold because they don’t want to pity the person, but they do know how to collectively energize a bunch of people and make them feel safe and relaxed.

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alexiaugustin · 4 years

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Since I seem to be in a really positive mood today and even though this show clearly doesn't deserve this post here's my list of favorite skam france s6 clips:

Samedi 07:52 The day after ep1: I really really loved the first clip of the season a lot more than the trailer and I think that it was such a great introduction to Lola's pov. We really saw the world through her eyes in such a special way in that moment n I loved all the hints to the plot (same sex couple walking down the street and being viewed as completely normal> w|w storyline with no internalized homophobia; the raccon tag > foreshadowing for otteli and urbex plot; lola photographing broken things > insight into lola's feelings) The cinematography and use of pov was a masterpiece in this one.

Lundi 7:43 Tiff ep1: This one is just here for the grew being the most supportive and loving friend group, skipping classes together to take care of Daphné and that group hug <33 need I say more?? No. Every clip with the grew is gonna be on this list because the little screen time they had this season needs to be honoured. I'm sorry that they did you so dirty babes:((

Mercredi 13:03 Fuck the planet ep1: my absolute favorite mayla clip this season!! one of my absolute favorite clips in general!! I still remember the day when they dropped that clip and I got so excited for this season again. Maya being a climate activist and such a warm and lovely person I immediately fell in love with her. Maya looking at Lola as if she's a princess walking down the stairs to a ball in some fairy tale. Maya not letting Lola's cold remarks throw her off n replying with equal sass instead, Maya's iconic coming out line and Lola smiling for the first time all season!! That clip was really off the charts

Vendredi 16:43 Someone exceptional ep1: This is my absolute favorite clip of the whole season and the amount of times I've rewatched this is actually unhealthy. Something just clicked and for the first time I felt really connected with Lola and felt and understood her pain (probs to Flavie she was amazing here) I loved the lil details abt this clip: Lucas playing the piano, le grew all hugging Daphné, Daphné's speech and break down (lula was amazing here too I really really felt connected to Daphné in that moment), Eliott and Lola meeting for the first time (their best clip this season, gosh the potential they had to actually develop such a cool and beautiful sibling relationship with them and then they did.... whatever the rest of their storyline was), Lola trying so hard to read Daphné's speech and then holding her own instead because she so desperately needs to get this off her chest and make ppl understand her and last but not least the cinematic shots of her running out of the church and breaking down. Truly my favorite clip.

Mercredi 12:56 You don't know me ep2: my second favorite mayla clip and hell did I love their dynamic and chemistry in this one. The community service clips were so so special and gave them such unique vibes I'm so sad that the rest of their storyline really couldn't live up to that because the beginning really was breathtaking and I was so here for their storyline and really believed that I would get the w|w rep I deserve this season. Rip

Jeudi 19:33 Sorry ep2: Daphné and Lola finally warming up to eachother, both of them apologizing, Lola saying that she can make dinner and they can watch one of Daphné's favorite tv shows together. Baby steps. Also Daphné grieving and smelling her mother's shirt to find comfort. Such an important clip!!

Vendredi 22:22 Otteli ep2: Again the opening shots and cinematography of this clip!! Lola meeting la mif for the first time and I was completely buying their found family dynamic from the start, maya and lola being 👀 the entire time and last but not least Eliott being introduced as urbex legend n royalty,, the wasted potential of that storyline tho...

Samedi 6:43 An awesome party ep3: again maya's and lola's chemistry in this one and their first real and deep conversation, maya opening up about her parents and how she found a home and family in la mif, their smiles and laughs and lola replying to Daphné's text messages because that's growth baby!

Lundi 7:53 The slap ep3: again just here for le grew, the way they all pulled daphné in for a group hug I'm cryinnn. Also Lucas telling the people who were gossiping abt Lola to turn around and mind their own business, dare I say iconic. the way we could have had it all this season and then skamfr decided to make them enemies. Hate it here

Samedi 13:18 Hangover ep4: this clip being a parallel to the beginning of ep2, we all believed that Lola went out and slept with another stranger and would feel lost and overwhelmed again and then! we and she found out that she's at maya's n instead of being lost again she completely openes up to Maya abt her life and Maya just holds her and Lola clings onto her as if her life depends on it and finds comfort in Maya. Still crying about this one

Mardi 21:43 You want to talk about it? ep4: I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I've rewatched this clip countless of times simply because seeing Eliott so happy and excited at his workplace has me feeling some type of way. I liked his and Lola's general dynamic in this one my main problem is just that it was so damn underdeveloped and came out of nowhere. Skam france you're a transmedia show text messages would have really helped you bby!!

Samedi 14:23 Luquette ep5: ohh out of all the clips with Eliott in it this one's definitely my favorite (and also one of the only ones I liked) both Eliott and Lola getting to speak for themself abt their mental health, seeing Eliott's development going from being ashamed and hiding his mental illness to now being so open about it and giving others advice, them talking about Eliott's Lucas and Lola's Luquette (🥺) Eliott being ready to run from Daphné with Lola and Lola saying that she's gonna take responsibility and Eliott looking like a proud big brother > the only clip with sibling vibes of them this season

Samedi 17:36 Just a girl ep5: Daphné and Lola reconciling, Daphné wanting to buy Lola picture frames and not letting that go even tho they have so little money and she sorts other stuff out instead. Please their sister bond this season has my heart. And also Maya and Lola at that supermarket gay panic energy at its finest. I loved that clip and that even after what happened last Friday Maya is still such a warm and loving person in that clip. Ugh why did they had to ruin her character later that season??☹

Mercredi 18:49 I miss you ep5: in case y'all are wondering if I'm just gonna put every single mayla clip on that list- don't worry this one is gonna be the last in a while. Anyway back to the good old days lamifex hanging all out together and being literal children together <33 mayla finally getting to talk and Maya explaining herself, showing Lola her scars and telling her that she misses her when she's not around. My heart combusted watching that clip

Lundi 12:35 We are even ep6: le grew studying together!! especially lucas and imane!!!! screaming. the only time we ever got to see them preparing for the bac but at least we have this one clip. Basile and Lola sibling dynamic and also the clip confirming that Daphné indeed has an eating disorder and Lola beginning to be really worried about her

Mercredi 18:27 I don't know what you're looking for ep6: Lola finding out about Daphné's eating disorder and finding proof in her room, Daphné freaking out and the last shots of her trying so hard not to fall apart, lula's acting in this scene!! It was all so realistic it truly is one of the top ten clips too

Jeudi 21:53 It won't always work ep6: Daphné and Lola talking and Lola opening up abt her addiction problems and telling Daphné that she can really really understand her and that both of them can get better again, Lola and Daphné being completely at peace and cuddling on the couch and watching tv together. One of my favorite clips of them this season I just love their sister bond so much

Mercredi 16:52 The break up ep7: both Lula's and Paul's acting was incredibly I was 100% buying that break up, Basile desperately wanting to help Daphné but not really knowing how, Daphné throwing him out and immediately having a break down, feeling so helpless and lost :'(( also Lola seeing her sister breaking down and not knowing how to help her either broke my heart. Protect the Lecomte sisters at all costs

Dimanche 18:32 Freesias ep8: for me this one was the true full cycle moment this season. The Lecomte family visiting their mum on mother's day, Lola revealing that she does know her favorite flowers and that her mum used to sent them to her along with letters she never read, Lola saying that if she could she might read them now but it's too late for that and in some kind of way she was making peace with her mum and everything that happened between them. Daphné taking the umbrella so Thierry can pull Lola close and them just standing in the rain and healing n growing as a family!! This clip was so emotional and important and skamfr had the audacity to destroy all that development with Thierry for useless drama. I'm endlessly bitter

Mardi 18:03 Vital prognosis ep8: just daphné, basile, lola and maya being a happy lil family together. This clip was so peaceful and beautiful to watch every time ep9 ruined my mood I went back to this clip to cheer myself up again. Really wish we could have seen more of them together and maya and lola as a couple

Vendredi 23:04 Emergency ep10: okay so I really didn't like that skamfr switched povs to build up suspense and was actually just triggering for many of us. But I just wanna say Lula's acting!!! The way she said "But how do you know we're going to find her, Lucas? Putain! She has never left a note before this is the first time for all we know" truly her acting!! I rewatched that clip so many times for that line alone (until I realized that the storyline was actually really triggering for me so I haven't watched the clip ever since but still)

Samedi 01:06 Sisters ep10: still hate the storyline and that it was done in episode 10 but I'm sooo glad that Daphné went to talk to Lola alone, that Daphné tells her that she's always loved her and basically everything they said in that clip!! Really moving and emotional one of the only clips that really made me cry this season. Again I live for Flavie's and Lula's acting

Mercredi 16:38 Beep beep beep ep10: even tho the mayla storyline was in context of the season really lacking depth at this point, watching this clip ignoring the context really was a cultural reset. One thing I love abt skam france is just that they let lgbt people live their lives without having homophobia being thrown at them left and right so kissing your gf in the middle of the supermarket like that might not be realistic but I don't care!!!!! let the gays live their life and kiss in the supermarket!!! thanks!! also that song especially the lyrics "darling I won't let you go" thoughts are being thunk💌

And yeah basically that's it. As yall may notice I loved the first half of the season way more than the second half and I feel like there was so much wasted potential and important storylines left unaddressed because they wanted to throw in more drama....

#skam france

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nighttimeoracle · 3 years

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Hi,Asteria! How are you? Firstly, Happy New Year, i wish this year to bring you health, abundance, love and presperity, and everything you desire.

May i have a free reading in genereal for the February,March and April. I have been working on my emotional stability but sometimes i just cannot contain myself and let it all out but I do not beat myself for it. Because i say to myself that i need to get it out pf my body and heal from it or even just let it go. And day by day i am starting to love myself and be in good terms with myself. But i am just in the beginning and i am sure i will be better. Thank you dear for your energy. - mf♉️💸💋

“The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.”

Hello! Thank you, I wish you all the same 🙏🏻💕 I'm delighted to hear you've done so much improvement on yourself since the last we talked. Also, you're doing a great shadow work by letting the raw emotions out, and feeling unapologetic about it? Just great ✅

Now, the cards are showing me the next months shall pass almost uneventful, to your expectations at least. You'll feel lighter and setting down for a more positive mindset. There could be some sort of drama with a friend you like, you thought you were heading somewhere, but you were not on the same page after all. You won't dwell on it more than necessary, though. This year revolves around you and overall getting comfortable in your own skin. You go, girl!!!!!

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paradise-of-guilty-pleasures · 4 years

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Shattered Reflections {19}

[Helsa RP- Fanfic]

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Post-Frozen/ Canon Divergence

- Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Romance

Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa, Kristoff/Anna

Previous Chapter: 18. ‘Bullshit’

19.Girls’ Night

Elsa was aware that Hans had gone to introduce himself to the guard and unofficially get them started on the re-training process that morning. Having a ton of her own duties to attend to, she hadn't yet gotten the chance to stop by and visit him to ask him how it had gone. By the time she'd found an opening in her busy schedule it was already evening. But, when she arrived at his room, he was nowhere to be seen, he'd already left with the Captain.

The empty room troubled her, yet not necessarily in the expected way of Hans being missing. No, instead the feeling washed over her because of a realization she'd just made. (She didn't doubt his absence was likely due to being in the Captain's company, who’d probably taken him out for some fresh air. His blade was on the bureau, and he wasn't one to roam outside his quarters, especially with his mobility yet to be at its finest).

What she'd realized, that left a slight bitter taste in her mouth, was that she'd been unconsciously treating Hans like some sort of caged bird. One that she assumed she could come visit whenever she felt like having him sing for her. She felt it was selfish of her and that didn't sit right with her, especially considering he was no longer her prisoner. She was disappointed in herself that it took Hans not being there, for her to notice her thoughtless behavior.

Hans wouldn't always be at her disposal, once he was all healed (which was fast approaching), he'd no longer be confined to his chamber. He was there to serve her and Arendelle, yes, but to a certain extent he'd be free. Anna might have been right in questioning what exactly would happen once he was no longer injured, and the reality of that happening rather soon was just beginning to sink in.

With Hans' full recovery being right around the corner, she knew that her sword training wasn't too far off either. Elsa knew she couldn't keep her training hidden from Anna, with how well keeping secrets from her went last time. This time she was going to be upfront and honest with her even if it terrified her to upset Anna. She was determined to no longer shut doors on her, or at least try her best not to. Elsa and Anna hadn't had much of an in depth conversation about Hans since the night Anna had confronted him. She'd plan to discuss that with her sister after supper, preferably after having some much needed nice relaxing, sisterly leisure time, so they'd be in good spirits. Hopefully it'd go over much better this time without tensions running so high.

Anna was in good spirits as usual. She and Kristoff were getting on well, with Kristoff still having not yet asked her to visit his home. He was brave against all manner of magic and violence, but he would always be a little nervous when it came to being liked by the few people whose opinions he cared about. No man could make him fear, but the prospect of asking Anna out, or for any new advancement in their relationship, seemed as terrifying as the idea of some skirmish. As such, the two were as chatty as usual over dinner, all polite, of course, but always light and cheerful. Kristoff seemed to sense that something bothered Elsa, but he politely said nothing, only gave her a curious head-tilt to invite her to talk about it. He wouldn't be bothered if he was ignored.

"So, how has your evening been?" Anna asked brightly, not minding. She had been informed that Hans was out of his room for the guard training-- and as such, she felt significantly safer around Kristoff, so she had clung to him for the day. Not afraid, but... concerned.

"Hmm?" Elsa let out a questioning hum, she'd been a bit distracted, lost in her thoughts. It took her a moment to register the question she'd been asked. "Oh. Uh, it's been fine I suppose, busy like always, a Queen's duties are never ending." She gave a weary smile. "Most matters regarding the raid are under control, but I could really use a mental break from all the paperwork."

"I bet! Why don't we take the evening and do something fun? Just the three of us?" Anna suggested cheerfully.

"Maybe just the two of you, you sisters need some time to enjoy yourselves without a man kicking around." Kristoff suggested lightly, seeing Elsa's need perhaps better than Anna did. He also saw Anna's slight discomfort. "I'll stay nearby, don't you worry about it. If you need me you can call for me." He knew Anna was uncomfortable with Hans around, but he suspected she was getting more nervous about it over time, instead of less. Anna seemed to settle with that reassurance, though.

"That would be lovely," Elsa assured with a smile. "It's been a while since we had a relaxing time together, with things being so hectic lately."

"Are you sure you wouldn't care to join us, Kristoff?" Elsa asked more out of courtesy than anything else, because she indeed wanted some alone time with her little sister. She was deeply grateful for Kristoff's innate ability to read the room.

"I'll be just fine. Maybe I'll spend some time with Sven, I'm sure he's been getting a little lonely. I could take Olaf too, so he doesn't interrupt girl time. We can go for a walk or something. He's been getting deep and maybe we can talk philosophy and magic and pretend to be civilized for a minute while brushing reindeer." Kristoff did have a funny sense of humor sometimes. They made for a weird crew and he knew it.

" Sounds like you gents will have your own boys night out of sorts," Elsa commented with a slight giggle.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Kristoff agreed lightly. "We'll be back well before bedtime, princess feistypants." He assured Anna with a playful smile. She scrunched her nose at him, pretending to be annoyed by the nickname when really, she thought it was cute and endearing. More fun than just 'princess' for sure.

After clearing dinner, the two sisters headed over to the parlor. The parlor was adjacent to the music room. The music room was definitely underutilized despite both girls loving music. Though there were a few factors that kept them (well mostly Elsa) from making use of the music room. Firstly was that there was rarely any time in her rather busy schedule for such distractions and secondly, and possibly more importantly, was the fact that Elsa had finite musical talent, she may have the voice of a siren, but that prowess did not extend to instruments as well. Elsa could play the piano fairly well, but she was rather inept with all other instruments, she could probably passably play a triangle and maybe bukkehorn, but other than that her musical finesse was rather limited. The music room, of course, had a piano, a harp (which Elsa had yet to hear Hans play) as well as a plethora of other unused instruments.

"So what should we do to start our sisterly session? Playing a game, perhaps? I doubt you'd enjoy just sitting around reading, but drawing might be fun. There's also plenty of instruments we can try to play. Or we could just have a nice chat." Elsa eagerly offered suggestions, listing what ever came to mind and was easily accessible. "Or do you have something else in mind that we could possibly do? I'm fine with whatever you want to do, as long as we're doing it together."

Anna hopped a little at the thought. Elsa so rarely had time to do anything together, but now that they had time, what could they do?

"Ooh, we could start with chatting and see if anything fun comes up? Maybe send for tea and sweets? We can curl up on one of the couches together and talk about something that isn't government. Like, adventure! Or stuff we want to do someday." She proposed, and quickly found a spot, offering her arms to Elsa so they could curl up together. "Kristoff has been telling me about what it's like living in the forest. It sounds hard, but also really nice. Apparently there's a bunch of ice harvesters and loggers on the mountain with their own little makeshift settlement or something. Or, a church and a pub and some houses. Which he tells me counts as a village at least. I'm not sure if I count Wandering Oaken's trading post as a 'general store', though." Anna was always good at starting conversations, but keeping them going was another challenge.

Elsa happily curled up alongside Anna. "Oh, that’s nice. Has Kristoff said anything about when he plans on taking you to visit his home? I've granted him permission to do so, but haven't heard anything regarding that since," Elsa continued the conversation, curious to know the answer.

"What? No, he didn't say anything about that! So that's why he's been so nervous lately." Anna sounded intrigued, and practically vibrated with excitement. "You granted permission? Oh, thank you! That's going to be so fun and exciting! I wish he wasn't so nervous about things like that." She always loved Kristoff and the things she learned about him, she just wished he wasn't so anxious about sharing those parts of himself. She loved the Mountain Man, not the 'official Ice Master of Arendelle' nonsense title that made him a lord.

"Oh! I shouldn't have said anything then, I might have spoiled a surprise," Elsa said as she briefly covered her mouth with her hand. " I just assumed, since you two seem so openly vocal in your relationship, that you would have discussed it already, but I often forget that Kristoff tends to be a bit more anxious like me. Now that I think of it he was a bit nervous asking me for permission as well. He truly does revere you Anna, I'm sure he's just trying to get it right," she assured. "I would really hate to be the one responsible for making you coax it out of him." The last part was a mix of a warning and a tease. Elsa knew exactly how her sister could get when she was excited.

Anna giggled a little. "Okay I won't make him ask~" She hummed, wiggling a little in place. It was definitely going to be hard to get her to not say anything, but she was excited about it. "But I hope he asks soon so I can say yes! I want to go see what he's so nervous about! Jeez, I guess I never really thought about the fact that I've never seen where he lives or what his home life is like-- I don't even know if he has any friends outside of Sven. He talks about the Ice Harvesters but like, I don't know their names? Oh man I really don't know enough about him, do I?" She couldn't help but wonder if that was a bad sign. Was it her bad, or was she moving too fast too soon? How soon was too soon? Were they doing this right? She was absolutely wiggling in her seat, trying to decide all of those things and getting nowhere.

"I'm sure he'll ask soon, you can nudge him a little, if you want, just don't push too hard," Elsa said as she gave a half-suppressed laugh. "Whoa, l think it's perfectly fine you don't know everything yet, you're still working on building your relationship. Even though it feels like it's been forever that you've been together, you two are still slowly and steadily figuring it out. I'm sure the main reason Kristoff wants to take you to his home is to answer some of those inquiries and show you more of his way of life," Elsa reassured her, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "Though maybe another reason why you don't know that stuff is just because Kristoff is rather reserved. Even though he's a fine, friendly fellow, he's not much of a people person, though I think you're responsible for bringing out more of his social side," She paused. "He's already introduced you to his family, the Trolls, and I think if he had other important people in his life he would have surely brought them up by now."

Anna settled a little and nodded. "I guess that makes sense," she hummed, wiggling a little in her seat. They were still young and still trying to take things slow. Or at least, much slower than the last time she tried to date a guy. That uncertainty might always be there, and she couldn't help but be worried. "He is quiet, but he always listens to everything, and chimes in when he has something he thinks you should hear. It's always something good, he's a great listener." She smiled dreamily to herself. Kristoff just made her happy.

Elsa smiled. "I'm well aware of that, he's wise beyond his years and always seems to know the right thing to say when you need it," Elsa added. " He's a good guy and I'm happy you found each other."

Anna smiled a bit, getting some warm fuzzies at the thought of Elsa approving of Kristoff, and that they might be True Love the way she imagined it. She paused though.

"And what about you?" She asked, cautiously. "Any interest in finding yourself someone special? Not so you can do the Royal Duty thing, but just, to have someone else close to you? I know you're not as social as I am, but I can't imagine being as isolated as you for so long and not immediately wanting someone nearby." That had perhaps been Anna's folly, but she couldn't envision not doing that. Maybe it was for the best, things happened as they did, that she didn't end up marrying someone who would only turn out to be a bastard later down the line.

"Hmm? Someone special?" Elsa pondered. "... I've got you, don't I? And I'm happy with that. Do I really need to find someone else?"

"I suppose not, but, what will you do when I'm out with Kristoff? I'll always be your sister, but don't you ever feel like there are some things that you'd like to share with someone else instead? Or that you need a bigger support network? I don't know, maybe I just like having more people around me. Kristoff says that's something to do with my 'type', whatever that means." She shrugged a little. "Maybe most people like just having one or two people. Kristoff sure seems to."

Elsa thought about it for a moment. It's true, that she would get rather lonely especially down the line if and when Kristoff and Anna eventually got married and they wouldn't always be there for her. But would she really be alone? Her mind began to wander and it landed on Hans. He was someone she'd already shared parts of herself she hadn't done with anyone else, because she thought he'd understand her better. With that in mind, she began asking herself the same question she asked time and time again. What was Hans to her? A friend or something else? She still wasn't sure how to label him. And more importantly was it even alright for her to think of him like that? She slightly shook her head trying to get those thoughts out of her head, definitely thoughts she wasn't willing to share that with Anna.

"I think I'll be just fine," Elsa nodded. " I'm perfectly happy with the few people I've got."

"Alright, just, let me know if I need to spend more time with you, okay? We've been apart for too long. I'll always be ready to spend more time with you." Anna assured, leaning on Elsa a little so they could have their time as sisters together. "So, what's on your mind, then? I've talked about my guy, what's new in your life?"

"Thank you, Anna." Elsa did the same and shifted herself closer to her sister. "I thought you didn't want to hear about drabby government stuff?" Elsa laughed. Of course she had more on her mind, but was it too soon to bring it up and possibly spoil the moment?

"Hmm I don't, but maybe if I keep asking, you'll find a hobby that isn't signing papers." Anna teased, holding Elsa's arm in both of hers just to be sweet. She did love her sister very much, and didn't mind that her sister could be a bit boring at times. That was nothing new, she was raised to be a queen. Could hardly hold that against her "Oh, I wish I had the time for a hobby dearest sister, instead of having an arduous amount of paperwork to deal with, but it's got to be done," she sighed. "What kind of hobby would you picture me doing? Aside from reading, if I had the time?" She curiously asked.

"Hmm, I don't know. Some ladies do, needlework, or maybe you'd go riding? All the reading has to make you want to go cross-eyed after a while, and you're the Ice Queen. You're a sculptor and an artist at heart, I've seen your castle." Anna pointed out, referring to the ice palace, of course. "Maybe you should try other arts, see what happens? If nothing else it sounds like fun."

"I think needlework would be too dull, even for me, though I do like the design aspect of it. As for riding I think that sounds lovely, if only the horses would take a liking to me. I've always been fond of art and geometry, so I guess it would be nice to do some more ice sculptures, to test my abilities a bit more, but the problem with that would be where to put them." Elsa noted. "You're right I should try something creative just for the fun of it. Playing piano also again sounds fun even if I'm definitely out of practice."

"Well, you'll only be in-practice if you practice." Anna admitted with a smile and a shrug. She looked around curiously, noting the harp. "Of course, I imagine it's been a while since any of these were tuned. I don't think either of us ever played the Harp." They had it, of course, someone in their family must have played some ages ago, but she didn't know who or when. She had plucked the strings in her infinite boredom, but never really learned to play.

"True," Elsa smiled back. "Yeah, and it sure is a shame they aren't being used." She might have mentioned that Hans was able to play the harp if she didn't know Anna was likely not interested in knowing that information.

Anna let the silence sit a moment. She hated silences, quiet always bothered her. But she gauged the moment, and Elsa. It seemed like Elsa wanted to say more than she did, which was odd to her.

"Is something bothering you?" She proposed, curiously. She was always upfront about these things, never too good at intricacies or subtleties when talking to people. Kristoff was a much better suitor to her than Hans ever would have been, with his caution and tempered words and changing demeanor.

Okay, this was the second time Anna was asking, the first time she only asked what was on her mind and that she could easily brush off in conversation, but this time she'd asked more directly. Elsa felt like she had to answer her, it was her opening which she had to take before she lost her nerve, no more beating around the bush.

Elsa flinched a little, letting out a sigh slightly laced in distress.

"Well kinda, um... It doesn't bother me per se... but it might bother you though." She took a slight breath. "...but I want to be honest with you...like I promised. Um... It involves me and Hans," Elsa stammered. She'd slightly blurted out the last part as she closed her eyes with a grimace.

Anna hesitated. "You're not dating him, are you?" She just had to make sure, the way Elsa was spitting it out like that. She could handle a lot but she really hoped it wasn't that, at least not to start with. Anna was prone to stupid things but she sure hoped Elsa was smart enough not to make the exact same mistake that she did.

Elsa was not expecting Anna to ask that at all, she was utterly stupefied. In a fraction of a second her face altered between petrifyingly pale to completely crimson. Her mouth was agape and only unintelligible noises seemed to escape it. Her icy blue gawking at her sister almost wondering if she'd heard her correctly. Dating him? Elsa could barely decipher if she could even consider him a friend, let alone boyfriend. Elsa thought when she told Anna earlier that she wasn't looking for a 'someone special' that it was clear she wasn't interested pursuing companionship (especially) of romantic variety, not that she was completely opposed to the idea, she just didn't think she was ready or eager to engage in that sort of relationship, as of yet. If Anna even had to ask, did that mean she thought they were rather close? Perhaps too close, and if her own sister was questioning her about her relationship with Hans, how did everyone else view it? Maybe it was just Anna's worst-case scenario, and if that was the case, she certainly wouldn't be too thrilled when she really revealed what she wanted to discuss.

Elsa tried opening her mouth to speak but her voice was inaudible. She blinked a few times trying to get out of her stupor. Her face burning like never before, seemed to be helping in that respect as well. She had to bring her hands up to her cheeks just to try to cool them a bit. There was a slight twang to her tone when finally she managed to regain her voice.

"W-what!? No! Of course not!" She spluttered in fluster as she frantically shook her head. "What gave you that absurd impression?" She covered her face completely with her hands for an instant trying to recompose herself. After taking a deep breath, she pulled her hands down across her face to look back up at Anna.

"Though frankly, you're probably not going to be elated about what I actually wanted to inform you about either," she murmured as she took another deep sigh. Knowing that the mere prospect of her sister dating her ex already put Anna on edge, learning that instead Elsa would be taking sword fighting lessons from the same man that almost slayed her with one, wasn't going to go over any smoother.

"You were just looking really nervous about it, and if it involved Hans it had to be something bad so I just made the nearest guess about what might make you nervous to talk to me. I can't imagine many other things that would prompt you to look all nervous about talking to me, so I'm glad that's not the case." She did notice the long pause and red face, though. She couldn't quite decide what she thought of that, whether it was incredulous, rage, or embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She laughed a little and squeezed Elsa's arm a little to encourage her to go on. "It can't be worse than that, surely?" She suggested lightly. She didn't yet know the half of it, of course.

Elsa grumbled and winced.

"Well..." Elsa began as she fumbled with her hands a bit. " I don't know if you'll consider this far better or worse," she faintly tittered. "... but, um, I want to be candid with you about what's going to happen ahead of time so you won't be surprised by it later," she explained, perhaps stalling a tad. She took another breath. "So... you know how Hans will be assisting in training the guards?" Elsa asked, as if Anna wasn't already well aware. "Once he's healed... he'll be teaching me, as well."

Anna seemed a little suspicious, but tentatively curious.

"Training you... with swords?" She asked, genuinely curious. "You are really not bothered at all by the fact that he tried to behead you, are you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just-- make sure he's only using wooden swords, okay? And maybe keep a guard, or maybe Kristoff, while you're training?" Anna still didn't trust-- but she also doubted Hans would attempt to stab Elsa with a sword made of wood. He was better than that, at least.

"Yes... with swords," Elsa nodded. She pursed her lips and shook her head. "Not really...I trust he won't ever try to do something like that again," she said softly. Elsa sincerely believed that Hans would have never raised the sword against her, in the first place, had he not thought it was the only viable option given the abnormal circumstances. "Oh! Of course, a guard will be there to supervise and if it puts you more at ease, Kristoff's more than welcome to chaperone, as well," Elsa assured. Though she wasn't sure she could really promise that they'd always be restricted to only using wooden swords. Elsa was surprised that Anna was taking the news a lot better than she had expected.

Anna frowned a little, clearly still not comfortable, but trying.

"I wish I could be that confident in him. But I don't think I ever could be. Not after what he did to us." And Elsa's lack of concern really only made things worse. She was starting to wonder, did she want to die that day? Was that why Elsa was so calm about all this? Or was Elsa truly unfazed by everything?

"I don't like this, Elsa. He's too charismatic, everyone just believes him. Like what happened before was all a dream. Even the guards seem to like him. I did too, that didn't pay off." She wanted to be forgiving, but there was still a cold memory in her heart of being abandoned and locked away to die. She couldn't forget that, and she wasn't sure she could forgive it, either.

"It's not like I wasn't doubtful at first either. I had plenty of my own concerns at the start, how could I not? What he did can't be ignored. Yet he's not the monster I once thought. I'm not condoning the heinous acts he's committed. How could I ever forget, and let alone forgive him for what he's done? But also I can't continue to hold a grudge against him, not when he's trying so hard to make amends. I realized judging him solely on his wrongdoings isn't very fair, especially to think they are what define him as a person, there's more to him than that. I know he feels guilty for what he's done. If he had no remorse he could have easily become a pirate or sought revenge like the Duke, instead of returning to Arendelle for more penance. He'd already received punishment once in the Isles by being stripped of his titles and lashed, and yet he thought that wasn't enough and came to ask for me for more, he was ready to take any punishment I gave him...including execution. I couldn't simply turn a blind eye to all effort." Elsa explained, trying to give Anna a better idea of why she trusted Hans. There was more to it of course, but she didn't want to be rambling the entire night. "I know it's hard to trust him again after what he's done, but you don't have to, not right away, I don't expect you to become best friends or anything, acting as if nothing ever happened. I just hope you can offer him a second chance at least, no forgiveness required. I know interacting with him directly is probably too difficult, but maybe you can just observe him, see if he actually slips up like you expect him to. His charm seems compelling, but can that alone really convince the entire kingdom? I know you're not the only one chary of believing him, I was too, but there's more beneath the surface." Elsa tried to be reasonable, knowing how greatly Hans affected Anna.

Anna listened. The doubt was still on her face, but she was clearly paying attention.

"I'm trusting him enough to not be yelling at you to throw him back in the dungeons." She pointed out, still looking uncertain. "I'm willing to have the guards watch him. Just, don't make my mistakes, okay? You're the smart one, 'Else. Don't fall for the same charm your airhead sister did, I feel dumb enough for falling for it the first time." She folded her arms. It still hurt, deep down. No matter how many times she told herself he wasn't worth it, that he was a liar and a bastard, she hated herself for falling for the 'too-good-to-be-true' prince. Worse, he had claimed some of that was true, that he had wanted to be a good husband. One who couldn't love, though. What was the point of that?

"He told me he didn't know what love was, but knew he didn't have it. Did he tell you the same thing? He said he wanted to learn how, once. I wonder if he's still trying. Maybe that's his real penance. Everyone is human, but in a way I wonder if he knows how to be a human." She looked uncertain, unconvinced, and almost pitying of him. Not quite, but almost. She still carried that anger that made her call him useless. It was both satisfying and painful to see how he crumpled after that. She knew she shouldn't want to see someone miserable like that-- but that was what he had done to her. She would have died in the same misery cast on her, if not for Olaf. Suddenly, she felt she needed a hug.

"I'm starting to wonder if I'm the one being a bad person, even after all he's done. Somehow I'm the one who feels like the bad guy here." She folded her arms over her chest and drew her legs up under them, pulling herself into a ball. What was it about this guy? Even when he wasn't around he was manipulating.

Elsa let Anna's words sink in. She was at a loss of words with the love talk. She remembered Hans once saying he lacked love in regards to Anna and the 'true love's kiss', though she assumed that he recognized that he wasn't in love and not that he was incapable of feeling (any) love. Though Elsa couldn't say she understood love much herself, she only knew the love she felt for her family and her kingdom, but anything else was a complete mystery to her. So much for a relaxing sisterly bonding time. Elsa imagined that Anna would get upset, but she'd never would have guessed it would have been like this. If anyone was the bad guy here, Elsa felt it was her, for unnecessarily hurting her sister yet again. She wanted to wrap her hands around her and comfort her, but started off by gently touching her shoulders. She leaned down to look at her.

"What? No! Hey, please don't think like that, no one is the bad guy here, and especially not you. You have every right to be doubtful of Hans, and maybe I'm being a bad big sister trying to push you into doing something you're not yet ready to do and I'm sorry, I'll stop, I promise."

Anna leaned on Elsa just the same. "No, maybe it's not a bad thing that you're trying to be forgiving. And maybe it's also not bad that I'm not." She assured her. Middle ground and grey area. That was something neither of them was good at, but she was starting to learn it from Kristoff. She always loved warm gestures from Elsa, especially hugs and being held.

"Sometimes it's good to have these conversations, even if they aren't comfortable. Right?" She hummed. It wasn't easy, but it was good. She felt a little better, knowing her sister was being sensible, and that at least now they could compare notes on Hans' behavior. Though, she noticed Elsa didn't say what he had told her, if anything. Maybe that was news to her? It was hard to say. Hans seemed to have a different personality for everyone he met.

Elsa shifted to embrace Anna around her shoulders bringing her face close to hers, so both their cheeks were touching. "I guess so, it does feel better talking about it than keeping it all bottled up inside, though I really hate upsetting you," she admitted, gently snuggling her warm cheek against Anna's.

"Sometimes we need to be upset to solve things, maybe." Anna proposed. She wasn't sure if that was true, but it felt like something Kristoff would say, even if he never had. One of those funny things that didn't sound like it made sense, but somehow kinda did.

"So, anything else we wanna get off our chests or do we have some actual sister fun instead?" She proposed with a little smile. Cuddles worked just fine for her, she never got enough, and Elsa being this close was rare indeed. "Maybe it's good that he's here. Maybe we'll learn something important. He helped stop the raid, after all." Anna wouldn't deny that, at least. Hans was a good sword hand when they needed it, and he didn't act against them when he had the opportunity-- not just the opportunity, but the advantage. If he had wanted Elsa dead, that would have been an ideal time to turn the tides and win favor for the Southern Isles and Weselton. At least some of what he was doing had to be genuine, then.

Elsa shrugged a little. "Nothing else I can think of, unless there's something you wish to tell me, if not I would love to finally get our fun sister time started for real," Elsa answered, her eyes closed and tightening her squeeze around Anna a bit. She loved being able to hold her little sister, feel her warmth, she didn't always have the chance cuddle as much as she would have liked, and she often forgot how good it actually felt to hold another person until she had them once again in her grasp. Elsa opened her eyes and smiled a bit when she heard Anna speak kinder words about Hans. She was glad that she didn't actually believe he was completely useless. It would probably take some time for her to accept him completely, but at least she was coming around ever so slightly and that was good enough for her. "Indeed," Elsa agreed with a light nod.

"I'd be happy to just cuddle for hours." She hummed. They never seemed to have enough time. "Should we paint our nails or something?" She laughed a little. Why not? Something fun that would encourage them to spend time together. "Mhmm," Elsa hummed in agreement. "Doing something like that might be fun, but why stop there? What about building a pillow fort and doing each other's hair?" Elsa suggested with a laugh. It sounded childish, yes, but the two of them did miss out on a lot of their childhood, and there was nothing wrong with them having a little fun and making up for lost time now. They rarely got the chance to spend quality time together so why not indulge a little, with simple pleasures? Anna wiggled a little in place. "Ooh!! Yes!! Let's do all the things we never got to!" She agreed, giggling. "Should I get the pillows and blankets, or the hair supplies and polish?"

"Yes!" Elsa said with a big grin on her face. "I can go rummage around for some blankets and pillows." Elsa volunteered for blanket and pillow duty because they were going to require many to make the most magnificent fort imaginable and no one could deny the Queen, if she decided to borrow a few from some of the rooms for a bit, she'd return the items promptly before bed time. Anna wiggled until the force of her wiggles moved her out of her seat.

"Excellent! I'll go get all the other stuff! And send for tea!" She chirped, and in a bouncing flutter she was off, excited to go get things and spend time with her sister.

Elsa was off too, expeditiously gathering blankets and pillows from nearby chambers and taking them back to the parlor. On her last trip to and fro, she stopped by Hans' room, Hans was still absent, surely he won't mind if she borrowed the pillow he was currently not utilizing. She left a note, just in case, so he wouldn't be puzzled to discover his pillow missing upon his return.

Pardon me taking your pillow.

It's required for a pressing matter.

I'll return it as soon as possible, Promise.

-Elsa

Did she really need to take Hans' pillow? Not really. She had plenty and could make do without it. But, did she want an easy excuse to come check on him later (whether she liked to admit it or not)? Absolutely.

Shortly after, Elsa returned to the parlor with her last plunder of pillows.

"Okay, I think this is enough pillows to make the greatest pillow fort in all of Arendelle!" She proudly proclaimed to Anna who'd been waiting for Elsa to finish her scavenger hunt in order to start the fun. Anna giggled and cheered.

"Yes!!" She chirped, throwing her hands up. "It's so good to see you having fun, and to just, do girly things together!" She wiggled excitedly. Pillow fort first. Then nails and hair. The tea was brought in and set aside. Tea with lots of sweets, of course. Anna's addition. What was tea without sweets?

Elsa was glad to be making a happy memory with Anna, memories they would have likely shared already, had it not been for their unfortunate separation. She knew it was unfitting for a Queen, such as herself, to be acting so childish, but she didn't care, if it meant she could share a blissful moment with her beloved sister.

They had completely rearranged all furniture in the parlor, placing it all in the center of the room using it as the fort's foundation. With Elsa's architectural prowess and Anna's ingenuity, the two girls managed to create a beautiful spacious pillow fort, where they could both comfortably relax inside, in no time.

Anna had painted Elsa's nails crimson red, and brushed out her platinum blonde hair as they waited for the paint to dry. Currently the roles were reversed with Elsa gently brushing her sister's strawberry blonde hair as Anna's nails dried.

"This is nice," commented Elsa as she continued to untangle Anna's hair. "I wish we could have been able to do this when we were younger." She let out a slight sorrowful sigh.

"I wish that too. But hey, at least we had plenty of time to practice for ourselves?" Anna teased, holding up her own brightly-painted pink nails. Anna liked saturated pinks and greens, bright spring-y colors. Anna had certainly had little else to do but perfect her nail polish. "If we didn't have time then, we'll just have to make more time nowadays." She suggested brightly, smiling insistently. There was no reason they couldn't, surely? Well, aside from the whole war with Weselton, but that seemed like something the Isles would handle.

Anna's tease had made Elsa laugh a little. Anna was right though, even with all of her Queenly duties, Elsa should always be able to have time to share with her sister.

"You know what? Your right, sisterly leisure time is important. Especially knowing how precious it is to spend quality time with one another. We should try to start making this part of our weekly routine. I could find a way to set aside some time just to spend with you, so we can do future fun activities together. It would be a good way to help alleviate some of the strain from all my duties. We could even try something different every week, something we never got the chance to before," she proposed a bit excitedly at the prospect. Even Queen's deserved to take pleasant breaks to keep them sane. Family was also important and finding a way to better balance between her responsibilities and the ones she loved was something that had to be done.

"I love it! And, we can take some time in the winter to build a snowman. The old-fashioned way." She suggested with a little laugh. "Or something bigger and better. A snow-fort?" She hummed. Something with their hands, not lots of magic, just to do it for themselves and wear themselves out pushing a bunch of snow around. Maybe they were acting like children, but, so what? Everyone deserved to act childish now and then.

"Of course! And afterwards we can have a snowball fight," Elsa giggled. Hopeful thinking of the future was quite comforting. "Though we might be getting ahead of ourselves thinking about winter already when we have yet to reach summer. Which reminds me that a certain someone's birthday is coming up real soon. Do you have any idea what they would like this year?"

"Oh!" Anna giggled. She hadn't really thought about it-- or rather, it was really hard to think of things when someone asked about birthday presents. "Maybe some new games we can play? Games that aren't charades." She giggled a little. "Or... things that would help me get ready to be more... woodsy? I don't know what being married to Kristoff would be like, if he ever gets around to proposing, but you know... I'd like to show him I'm trying." She offered with a smile and a shrug. She really did care about him, and if he was going to invite her to his home-- well, she'd like to be a little more prepared for maybe, possibly, someday living there.

"I'll definitely keep that in mind." Elsa smiled and nodded. Something to help be more woodsy, huh? Elsa pondered a bit as she continued to stroke Anna's hair. Maybe getting a new outfit would be an ideal gift, one that was less restrictive than the dresses she commonly wore around the castle, something more suitable for the outdoors. Yeah, that sounded like a perfect gift, but she needed to look into getting it made right away, if she wanted it to be ready by Anna's birthday.

"All done," Elsa stated as she finished her last pulling of the brush along Anna's hair one last time. " Would like to take a break to drink tea and eat some sweets before deciding what we're going to do with our hair?"

"Sure!" Anna hummed. "Maybe you should leave yours down? It's such a pretty color and you look so relaxed with it down." She pointed out sweetly.

"I mean, maybe not in the morning, but it's not like you have more meetings to do tonight, right?" She had no idea that Elsa was planning to visit Hans.

Elsa blushed slightly at her sister's compliment as well the idea of keeping her hair down for the rest of the night.

"Yeah, no more meetings tonight." No official meetings at least and dropping by Hans' room to return his pillow was more like a brief visit than a meeting, anyway, right? She'd be in and out in a flash. "I suppose I can keep it down for the night," she said shyly. If she'd ask Anna to do her hair she'd ask why and Elsa didn't want to ruin the good time they were having by bringing up Hans once again. "Yay! I could do it tomorrow morning too. I know you can do your own, but it's just nice to do those things." Anna hummed. She didn't mind braids or no braids, but she did think that Elsa's hair was beautiful, especially down. It must have been the ice magic, her platinum blonde hair was unique in the family. Silvery and beautiful, like the rest of her. Not that Anna was jealous per se. She was jealous of Elsa's poise (in a fond little-sister-looking-up-to-her-big-sister way), but she knew Elsa was beautiful, she was cute. Kristoff loved her, not Elsa, so Anna was pretty happy with her lot. Still, she could admit the difference. Anyway her hair wasn't too bad either (when it behaved). "Well, if you manage to wake up as early as I do, you're welcome to do my hair, I know how much you love sleeping in," Elsa teased as she shifted to bring the tray with the tea set and treats closer to them. Once in her reach, she set out the tea cups for Anna and herself and began pouring the tea gracefully.

"Uuugh, I guess I'll just have to braid your hair tomorrow night before bed, then." She suggested, sticking her tongue out playfully, but smiling. Any time she could spend with Elsa was a good time. Even if they sometimes had to talk about Hans.

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tardis-sapphics · 5 years

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so @doctorthasmin sent me a soft!prompt

@doctorthasmin: Okay, here’s the softest prompt I’ve got, proper detailed little head massage for the Doctor after a little whump. I want the description to give me a ASMR contact high it’s so tingly cute!

so, here, here’s a troubled navy ship crew from ~1700s and a well-deserved head massage, in ‘i wish you lived like you’re made of glass’ . the title is taken from 5am by amber run, which you might want to listen to whilst reading this piece. i’d personally suggest listening to hounds by ry x.

tw: mention of period-specific racism, period-specific sexism

Moments of violence are self-absorbed.

The present has no desire to listen to the quieter moments, unless they are already brimming with a horrible anticipation. Attention paid to these reminders of being alive become in some way detrimental to the very existence of them. Those reminders are refused agency, no longer allowed to exist as themselves. Everything must become a correlation, if not a cause, to the terrible tension; failing that, the present must attribute it to pathetic fallacy. Little things are no longer allowed to be themselves, but a whisper of what is to come. A warning, not in its intention, but prescribed to it, forbidden to anything else.

All of the quiet things, the little things: the creak of wood, fine wood from the docks of Liverpool but still pressured by the intensity of the sea. It forgot dryness as soon as it set off from land. The cough of a soldier, hurrying up to the imminent end of the moment; a hurrying up of the soldier’s moment. These are fake menances, ascribed by the desperation hanging in salty air as thick as the fog that stalks them.

Raindrops, in most other moments, arrive tender. Cool grace on cheeks; the splash perfectly round, perfectly crowned, in self-same puddles. The sound of it a sigh, a blessing on Mother Nature’s children. The clouds hum to them: we give you life. They have turned their backs on moderation, now, and their deluge is immovable and frightening. All fires blow out, all burning sensation eliminated – except for the one the moment needs. That terrible anticipation.

But then, all moments of violence are self-absorbed that way.

Cruelty thrives in atmospheres tended to by the cold of heart. Drowned by rain they no longer know the meaning of it, their uniforms ratty and falling apart, they have deserted human kindness for its inability to turn up. Decorum has been long hammered out of these men – but for the fear drilled into them by their officers, they would mutiny. All that exists to them now is the destination, to be reached across miles and miles of heavy emptiness.

Seagulls cry. Rats squeal in corridors and bite on gangrenous toes. Light stays elusive. Trapped in the roar of the storm, the exotic lands of tomorrow seems to never arrive. A dream faded, life narrows down to maintaining the functions of the ship; the groan and creak of every man and his job; the paltry, soggy food; and the persistent smell of dead shipmates. Every man is sick to death of sailing. Every man is sick to death of men. Every man is sick to death, eventually. For some, it cannot come quick enough.

The intrusion is welcome at first. Four people, arriving in the middle of a storm! Two men, one old – and sure to die quick – and one sturdy young black man. A good servant to the Captain, perhaps, and a boost of energy for the soldiers. But the bigger surprise – two women! An exotic delight, the headstrong nature of the woman untamed; and a strange, eccentric lady – a devil to catch. The challenge breathes new life into the boys, tired of themselves and each other; some of the soldiers thank God for the appearance of these beautiful creatures.

The runaways are strange, from distant lands with improper clothes yet recognisably English; out of place and out of time, and decidedly out of manners. Whatever their reason for boarding so impossibly, they are not at all what the Navy soldiers require.

Novelty wears off easily, like drying paint caught out in the rain. Obscure explanations and fiery tempers unbefitting to custom strike matches in the minds of despairing men plagued by tedium. Neither transience nor return are an option, not in such stormy waters – at least, by the strangers’ directive. On a strange ship in stormy seas, there is nowhere to go but down.

The last strike that ignites the bonfire is the devil-woman’s trespass into the Captain’s quarters. Charm and mystery are not enough to save her. Fire spreads in the hearts of angry men. These are traitors to the Crown, with the audacity to steal from the British Navy’s finest ships.

A standard punishment for a runaway thief would be too slow. But the men have not had fun in so long. What are a few kicks to a woman sentenced to die? Power soothes and satisfies more than the sharp lick of alcohol; it dizzies a man more soundly too. The others, to be afterwards put to work, must watch their friend plunge to the freezing below.

The rain soaks their foreign clothes to a limpness, rubbing at the rusty shackles clamped over their wrists. Their captors cough over the strangers’ shoulders – mouths open, rattling in rib cages where hearts once warmed their chests. The weak hacking becomes a drumbeat for the execution. No peace is given to the silence.

Everything devoured by a greedy anticipation. Hearts in throats, they watch on in terror – refusing to acknowledge finality. At the same time, they are scared of it. They are alive, but at what cost? Desperation and fear swirl in the wet fog, the lock of eyes wide, pleading with God not to murder the Doctor like this – not by the hand of heartless soldiers no better than pirates.

She goes under.

Too many moments later, the pulsing manifestation of the TARDIS around them. Soldiers scream witchcraft and desert their captives in order to escape, their footprints landing alternately on metal floor and sodden wooden planks. Safe in their world, they must watch on as the TARDIS retreats to the safety of the Time Vortex.

Horror and rage subside like calm waters at the sight of the Doctor propped up at the console, her sonic screwdriver in one hand and the treasure in another. She is beaten, a patchwork of blood colours, dripping wet – but faithfully alive.

She has preserved the last of her energy only to free them of their shackles. Then consciousness abandons her. She is taken to bed in Yaz’s arms.

Rain returns to itself, on planets far away, and the deep breaths of quiet moments do not tremble with the knowledge of inevitability. In amongst the knick-knacks of the Doctor’s bedroom, her coat hung up to dry on the back of the door, Yaz has situated herself at the foot of the bed. She is the sole overseer, having been the first to shower and warm up. Now she sits alone, watching the Doctor rest.

Her sight makes journeys on the Doctor’s physicality, coming back to the same cuts and bruises scattered along her body to see the tender skin lighter, stronger. The healing process happening in real time, right before Yaz’s eyes. With so much work happening, peaceful sleep must be an illusion. Yet the drama of the day is not marked by restlessness, either. It manifests in the image of her; and in the slight creases between the brows.

Yaz has moved closer to the Doctor’s head. Her palms have rested on the curve of her face for so long she has forgotten time itself. Her fingers have deigned to smooth the frown lines away, without success. But it doesn’t matter. The Doctor is here. Alive and healing and successful.

She wonders what they’re going to do with the alien quad-photon fuse-reactor.

An hour more, and the Doctor wakes. She looks gaunt; still, she has vastly improved. But for the yellow and deep pinks smattered across the canvas of her body, there would be no other evidence of their near-miss. It does not seep through in her countenance, though in Yaz’s it does; the hug she gives the Doctor is rushed into, and deep – but not tight.

‘We thought you’d drowned!’ Yaz gasps.

The Doctor chuckles. ‘Me? Nah, never.’

The moment manifests. A suppressed yawn and a reluctance to let go entirely are the first clues. Then there is the hum of air around them, no longer only itself. Breaths amplify themselves. Soft cotton moves against itself and hints its depths, warmed by the sleeping Doctor.

‘I should get the others,’ Yaz murmurs.

The Doctor keeps a grip on Yaz’s arm. The moment is a sweet comfort. ‘Not yet,’ she pleads. ‘Just for now, Yaz. It’s – it’s nice to have you alone.’

‘Okay,’ Yaz says, because it is nice to be alone with her.

The moment has manifested as a them moment, a time they glimpse only in snatches, and its prolonging brings their gravities to fold onto another, to situate and settle. The conversation starts calmly, and drifts between currents with no landing in mind. The air is warm and the flying slow. They wrap themselves up in it, the soaring known to them after their first conversation, the first tumble out of the nest. How smooth it sails now, on the streams of familiarity.

Mentions of the fuse-reactor are interspersed throughout, but never examined, never prodded. It is contentment enough to breathe the same spaces, occupy few worries. They can come later. They always come later.

Wrapped up in it, Yaz barely notices her arms move, doesn’t register the decision. But they move, despite no expressed permission. All she goes on is the imprint of a feeling, a possibility of existence formed in the same way a footprint is pressed into sand.

Words continue. Yaz’s fingers thread through fine blonde strands falling away from the back of the Doctor’s skull. Reaching further, where she knows blonde will fade into brown at the roots, they push forward until the soft round ends of her fingertips bump into solid scalp. A low sound emanates from somewhere in the Doctor’s throat. An amalgamation of instinctive emotions.

Yaz never once falters in the point she is trying to articulate out loud, even as she continues comforting the Doctor, slowly, slowly, with the head massage. Her fingertips are soft and flat on the Doctor’s head as they stretch out. The spaces between them widen, curling around the ears, then traverse to the dip of her slender neck. A shiver. Heat trapped amongst hair strands dissipates as her fingertips push forward, leaving trails of cool comfort in their wake.

Up close to the top of the Doctor’s skull, Yaz’s fingers bend in on themselves, scratching lightly in lieu of massaging. The Doctor hums again, and her head lolls back. She is melting under it, the remnant tension easing out of lightly bruised shoulders. Yaz smiles.

Her hands move round, reaching the temples and massaging there. If she looks close enough, she can see the minute hairs on the back of the Doctor’s neck stand up to attention. In synchronised circles, she brings her hands to the middle and round, working the same pattern, to the back of her head. They trail down to the slope of her neck once more, and the Doctor breaks out into a shiver again.

Yaz wants to laugh at that, but sound got lost in the descended quiet. She believes it best to leave it there. Her hands slide down from the back of the Doctor’s neck to her shoulders, then down again until they are close enough to her own body to return.

Deprived of touch, the Doctor mewls. But she is half-asleep already, her eyes closed, and still healing. So she settles back down onto her pillows, pulling the duvet up to her chin. Without thought, she grabs onto Yaz’s hand. In slumber, she slackens, and tender pink skin lashed on her cheek lightens into cream.

Yaz watches her, and thinks of sunbeams amongst thick clouds. Neither holy nor a sign, just beautiful in themselves.

And she is absorbed by it.

#thasmin #thasmin prompts #fic: more of the universe #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #thasmin fanfiction #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #team tardis #ryan sinclair #graham o'brien #thasmin fanfic #whump #whumptober2019

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“Deep” by Julia Michaels

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Every new Julia Michaels song convinces me it’s the most Julia Michaels song ever, until the next one: she’s so good at embodying herself that sometimes Selena Gomez is her, too. But “Deep” might wear the crown a while, even in a year where Michaels wrote one song about how she starts relationship drama to generate song ideas and another song about how she’s forgotten what her boyfriend looks like because she’s always writing songs. Anyway. “Deep” is about how she thought she’d lost her ability to feel until a new relationship made her do it again: a familiar topic, at least in comparison. But listening to how Michaels manifests it, how she crawls inside this well-worn concept and turns it into something as comfortable as her own skin, makes it one of the year’s most intense, dramatically satisfying songs. There’s the way she starts out like a blur, the lyrics blended together into a single thought, there’s the yelping and near-breathless leaps of the chorus. There’s the way she writes a lyric like “systematic approach”, self-aware and self-conscious, and the way she sings a line like “every time your lips/ on/ mine/ oh my fuckin god,” as if she’s just thinking it to herself at that moment. There’s the “Benny and the Jets” interpolation, a truly inspired non sequitur. No one else could pull off a song quite like “Deep”, and perhaps more importantly I’m not sure anyone else would think to in the first place. It’s Michaels’ finest and most complete work, at least until she tops herself again next time.

MG:

I, like so many others, keep going back to therapy because the wounds never heal, so talking about them and strategizing around the pain is all we’ve got. Julia Michaels is the first pop songwriter to get this and to incorporate that language into her work. My own shit doesn’t sound quite like this (it could have! If i hadn’t been so self-righteous and had sought out a competent professional opinion when I was Julia Michaels’s age it would have sounded just exactly like this!) but some things, like those “systematic approach”es DV singles out, work no matter what target your neurons chose to misfire at. Ultimately, though, it’s not that Michaels incorporates the language of cognitive behavioral therapy into her love songs but that as any great love song should, she disregards all the helpful strategies and all the mindful recognition and everything, all the work she’s done, when confronted with gushing, out of control feelings. In theory, we can choose what to feel and when to feel. We can step back when we’re overwhelmed or we can, as my own counselor puts it, “reality check” our deranged and all consuming emotions. But we can also let it bleed. “Deep” isn’t about applying your best efforts, it’s about drowning in the swimming pool.

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Full Moon in Aries~Taking Us Deeper Within Self

By A Gift From Gaia

This week begins today on an incredible full moon in Aries whilst gaining energy from a few interesting planets, such as Eris, Pluto and Jupiter highlighting the magnificent transformation we are collectively moving through and giving an almighty flush though our field to assist in our expansion of light.

The planets are our map, our way of making sense of our experience, a way of understanding self until the language of energy has been remembered and can be translated through the symbolic guidance our field provides, and once this is realised we see that the All is moving like the mechanics of the finest and yet intricate clock and yet whilst we have been gazing into the cogs and movement we forgot somewhere that there is a face in which we can read, tell, exactly where we are as a race.

Some may say the planets control All, I say we are All One moving together in a space and time the human can only comprehend as far as the limited mind allows, the visions we see, the spaces we find ourselves in often are untranslatable upon waking, and therefore currently non-shareable as we have no reference to be able to explain, a gift from me to me from the words of a poetic light code I once transmitted “don’t try to figure out what the soul already knows” allows no judgement when these mysterious patterns, shapes and what appears to be tools, equipment or machinery appear in the minds eye, just a simple smile to know all will be understood humanly when required and an inner knowing all is moving as always.

We are now rapidly expanding our fields, and this is becoming evident as we experience huge influxes of light that allow for instant manifestations, whatever is required will appear the moment the choice has been made, that’s the part that confuses many during these energies as those choosing to experience restriction find it very difficult to surf, getting confused by the energy navigation because all they perceive to manifest is repeats or restrictions, which is only ever a reflection of the choice to stay unconscious, the choice to continue with the same program frequencies and a refusal to expand the mind in order to open more gateways to the heart. It is always a choice and these choices will always show where they are standing in their own way and the more light that enters the more obvious it becomes. However when using this light as intended it is opening into opportunities to create super spaces in which we experience fields of unconditional love, the ever flowing never stopping streams of peace keep the fields fertile to continue building upon our new templates we anchor.

This full moon takes us deeper within Self, to make more adjustments, bringing in more self love, some may be focused on their out there world, relationships out there are nothing but a mirror of the relationship with self and whilst some may not realise this and be totally hooked up in the physical drama, that chaos and repeating pattern will begin to become so loud that going within will be the only place to figure it all out on a Divine level, again a choice, some will continue to reflect the dis-ease in this world and that is OK, it must die out and unconscious choices are down to the individual, we are not here to be the saviour, we are here to shine light, to be the example and through doing so we share the most divine codes. By caring about self, by opening the heart as wide as possible, by saying no without defence, judgement and blame and being open to renewal when understanding that a sorry is only ever a changed behaviour then we open into the most wonderful frequencies of compassion which is ultimately the greatest healer, seen as tough love until realised it is simply about respect and responsibility.

There is a key I share called the Sacred Fields that is available in the SOUL-AR Alignment Program space, a key that opens the magic of the field that creates spaces and experiences aligned with the heart frequency, whilst it is a key that takes full commitment to Self to use it is a key that will transform your earth experience into that of our Divine Purpose, creating Heaven on Earth.

The Full moon in Aries seats us firmly in the I am space, how this is experienced is completely dependent on the core frequency we hold but this may highlight attachments to the out there as Aries wants you to come back to self and begin again, Aries wants action, however sometimes Aries is a little too impatient, a little too pushy, and in its lowest octaves never pays attention or reads the fields which could possibly be experienced with some narcissistic type conversation, overly emotional connections, dramatic connections will be like crazy crossfire, ricocheting and pinging off every surface and nothing actually being a direct hit, the emotional moon, opposing the sun in libra ultimately wants us to move into harmonic frequencies, to level out our foundations and to make sure they are solid.

Some will find the mind is incredibly active, loops appear as repeating thoughts, repeating songs, repeating words, confusion heightens until the crack, the decision is made or the belief is released, higher octaves will lead the now clear mind into incredible spaces to expand, reading, finding out information on new pursuits, new hobbies, new reasons and motivators begin to arise…….palmistry is opening up into something I am really injoying learning about.

The Moon square Pluto continues the October theme of transformations, Pluto is a huge player in our evolution and will be continuing this ground level change until 2024 when he moves into the new phase that Aquarius will show. I think its also fair to say here that whilst we are preparing for the Great Conjunction in January what perhaps we should remember is that our personal planets are now getting prepared for their own conjunction with these bad boys, Sun, Mercury, Venus, Mars are heading rapidly towards Jupiter who is rapidly heading into Capricorn to join Saturn and Pluto this means we have HUGE conjunctions waiting in the wings, and lets be honest, the collective have been experiencing the gnarly squares and oppositions, the intensity is only going to rise as they meet and take our race through a major reset.

The Full Moon is also conjunct Eris, I have been looking at my own personal journey this morning with these conjunctions, specifically Oct 2013 and October 2016, funny enough both of these were significant repeat endings of the deep wounding type of a relationship I once had, the pattern is so clear, 2013 experiencing what I would then have called narcissistic relationship, complete breakdown, silent treatment and all the rest, whereas in 2016 the pattern shifts from unempowered not knowing anything to 2016’s ahh I understand it through to todays realisation of completion and heart wide open.

Eris points to discord and can reverberate some of those deepest primal instincts, violence and abuse may well become topical for clearing, rebellion rises as do the emotions but don’t lose sight, this is being seen for the completion, the moon is also in conjunction with the fixed star Baten Kaitos which holds a very similar chaotic energy, heightening the emotions, showing depression for the self avoidance it is and yet guiding all within to the space of solitude to figure it all out, well it talks of isolation but that is just the lower unconscious octave of the heavenly space of solitude, its all rainbows and spectrums really.

Well that’s quite a sucker punch to shift the collective! The energy of this week is set and we can see we are heading deeper within to make more adjustments, make more space for light and expansion and to continue reaping what we sow, which as I said is instantaneous, because wherever we appear to move there is something just above us that says, choose conscious and you will reap a bountiful harvest and this Full Moon has just this, it is trine to Jupiter who is now in his final transits for 2019, he has been our planet of expansion, wanting in every moment for us to see our worth, our value, to appreciate, to share and to love MORE and what makes this Moon so super exciting is whilst you may well be diving into some choppy waters, you will also be diving so deep you will be able to pick up some ancient gems that have been long hidden from view. Cosmic surfers and deep conscious divers prepare for incredible gems to be surfaced, gems that have the ability to literally transform and expand upon the completion of those karmic experiences that brought you to this space, as I said it’s a reap what we sow energy and the fruits are ready to harvest.

In a couple of days we begin moving through the need for nurture, as Lilith and Ceres square off, Ceres being the ultimate Mother and nurturer and Lilith, oh Lilith I love you so and I don’t feel comfortable speaking about her as I have learned through the books and words of others, lets just say she is misunderstood in so many ways and I suggest you learn her story in order to harmonise this out within because there is likely to be some conflict, validating the inner child will be required which many find incredibly hard, especially to those who think themselves into healing the broken feminine connections which is what this transit highlights, the ability to move through the process of healing means at first we must feel once again the pain of that inner child, the let down we felt from the Matriarchal suppression, meaning we must stop suppressing the hate and the screams of the inner child that we held towards our Mothers, instead allowing it all to resurface from the septic wound that never healed, this is the most liberating journey, it is the most purest cleansing that can close those wounds, and though the validation of the child we can then introduce the understandings of the adult you, we can then and only then begin the invalidation of the programs because at the point of meeting with the inner child is the point in which the separation is healed and the trust for self is regained.

For those learning to balance out support, understanding about over supporting and finding the point of equilibrium which enables more to be shared with ease and no effort, this again assists those clearing out the programs of the unhealed healer and when we think we got it all we always realise there is more to be adjusted, the unification and coming together of those in your field is the best gauge, are you surrounded by those in need or are you surrounded by those who share, are you energised when you are with your tribe or are you depleted and needing rest.

By mid-week we have a powerful alignment with the Sun entering the domain of the fixed star Spica, our Babylonian Ancestors knew exactly the potency of this star and the following star, Arcturus in which both are incredibly beneficial stars to those who have aligned, I will come back to write about the incoming energy as we are due to receive some solar winds which will change this course of energy somewhat, from a within transformation to a dynamic reality transformation with the physical materialising as though the hand of God moved through delivering gifts, but again what this highlights is the ability to surf some incredible experiences by simply aligning to Source codes, allowing the movements to take us into areas that require attention in order to see the amazement of the higher frequency timelines that are available.

Another diverse week, the entire spectrum is open once you realised the power of the keys observation and choice, the space is here to expand before next week we begin with the Mars square the Nodes setting the tone for the next phase of our journey.

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