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ughthisisntright · 8 months

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The Stroke | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Written for @roosterforme 's '80s Rocktober Playlist! SO GLAD no one else chose this song!

Song: The Stroke - Billy Squier

Summary: Rooster plays an unlikely part in two friends' special day and you reap every benefit.

Word Count: 1,958

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, nudity, sexual themes, Rooster being a total dork.

Orchestral overture over your arrival in the gardens. A gentle breeze carrying the scent of peonies and roses. Indistinct chatter amongst guests finding their seats. All the fixings of a perfect day.

A perfect wedding day.

Summer’s late heat lingered and persisted. As if it were a child stubbornly hanging onto an old stuffie that had been loved too much. Mid-September brought a comforting segue to Fall. Partially colored leaves and still that warm breeze that enveloped all whom it touched.

Again, the perfect wedding day.

You walked your way up the aisle, finding a seat a little back from the front. You'd keep yourself close enough to see, but not to obstruct. Up far enough in importance, but still following tradition. Family sits in the first few rows. That’s the rule.

You looked around the garden and found peony bushes and arrangements. The simple gold arch at the makeshift altar and unity candle on a table set back just a touch. Pristine white chairs and a small stone pathway up the center of the aisle. It was everything you knew she’d have picked. Everything she'd told you she'd picked. But was it ever more beautiful than it is in person?

As the rest of the guests filed in, familiar faces made their way to your side. Mickey, Bob, Reuben, Jake. Friends you'd made along the way. Friends who'd been invited to share this occasion. You preferred to be a guest. It was better to observe. You were surrounded by people you love. Surrounded by people who loved you. And you all loved the couple you came to see.

A romantic processional played just a little louder over the speakers in the garden. Each head in the crowd turned to watch as the officiant, followed closely by Javy, came down the aisle first. Groomsmen you didn't recognize followed suit, smiles on their faces. You assumed these were family members and the assumption made you smile.

Bridesmaids soon followed, more family you were sure, and took their places at the altar opposite Javy. Lined up in perfect succession, it looked straight out of a bridal magazine. The gorgeous processional faded, confused faces exchanged. But the group of friends around you began to snicker softly, knowing what was coming.

Booming over the speakers, loud and clear: Billy Squier’s “The Stroke.” Looks of realization dawned on the guests’ faces and laughter could be heard amongst every guest. Your eyes were transfixed on the archway everyone else had arrived through. A smirk tugging at your lips, a laugh bubbled in your chest as you watched him strut through the entrance to the garden.

In all his mustachioed glory stood Bradley. Bright yellow fanny pack secured to his hips and those obnoxious Pit-Viper sunglasses on his face. Oh, he was the perfect man for this job. Sexy, bitchy, and absolute heaven to look at. He held a bottle of beer in his hand and swallowed all of it down quickly before chucking the bottle on the ground - quickly picked up by the wedding coordinator standing close by with a smile on her face. He grinned widely and slowly unzipped the fanny pack and produced pink flower petals, sprinkling them in front of him.

The song continued, Bradley easing his way down the aisle with a cocky grin and spreading those pink petals along the stone pathway for the bride to walk down. He threw some in a couple of family members' faces as a joke, being met with raucous laughter and applause.

Once he spotted you, though, in your late-summer beauty, he pulled up a handful and blew them all over your face. You laughed with mirth as he continued on until he reached the end of the aisle, reached the altar. He gave Javy a firm clap on the shoulder before turning to the rest of the guests and taking two handfuls of petals and tossing them in the air like confetti.

That song. You'd never be able to hear it the same again. As it faded out and a beautiful rendition of Canon in D began playing, a warmth became present at your left side. You turned your head to see Bradley, sans Pit-Vipers, looking at you with a shit-eating grin.

Everyone rose to their feet and turned to face the archway. Excitement bubbled in your chest as you prepared yourself to watch the bride come into view. Bradley’s hands snaked around your waist and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

“I've got a surprise for you,” he groaned in your ear. The shudder you produced sated him for the moment. But you were sure it wouldn't last.

But then, there she was.

Natasha was wearing a floor length satin wedding gown. Spaghetti straps and a cowl neck with a low and revealing back. Just how you'd pictured when she described the dress to you. Before you got too lost in how she looked, you turned your head to look at Javy.

And he was a wreck.

Tears streaming down his cheeks, he held his hand over his mouth and stared at her as she walked down the aisle toward him. Her arm linked with her father’s, a gorgeous bouquet of peonies and other greens in her hand, she made her way to the altar.

They’re married now. Married. You couldn't believe it. Javy was always a romantic, and sure you'd always seen the sparks between them, but you couldn't believe they actually pulled it off. Natasha was gorgeous, Javy was so handsome. You only hoped yours and Bradley’s wedding would be so gorgeous someday.

And you knew it would happen.

The long glances, the closeness the two of you shared, it was all too comfortable to be casual and not going anywhere. You found yourself staring at Bradley a little too long as the reception wore on. His head turned to you and he smiled as he met your gaze.

“Having fun, honey?” He asked sweetly with rosy cheeks from all the wine.

“A blast,” you returned just as sweet. “Oh, you said you have a surprise for me?”

“Ah ah, I’ll show you when we get back to the hotel room.” His eyes crinkled in another one of those shit-eating grins and you simply rolled your eyes. He then grabbed your hand and pulled you to the dance floor.

Wedding classics, some old and some new, pulsed through the speakers as everyone had the time of their lives. Nat did say the wedding would be fun. And boy she was right. You were more than happy to dance the night away at their wedding. But you also knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

As time passed, your shoes came off and Bradley’s jacket was hanging off the back of his chair. Additionally, his sleeves were rolled up and some buttons had come undone on his shirt. His Pit-Vipers hung on the bridge of his nose as he went absolutely nuts with the other Daggers on the dance floor. You laughed at his silly dance moves, but when he put his arm out to tuck you against his side, you were running over to join him.

Hips rolling together, you two danced to some disco song Jake had surely requested. Bradley’s hand was firm on your waist as the two of you moved. His hips certainly didn't lie, and you were being brutally reminded of this as he moved behind you.

It was sinful, really.

And it made you want to go back to your hotel room.

Eventually, you'd lost all your energy and were sitting down at your table. You rested your head down on your arms and your eyes remained closed. You'd given your love to Nat and Javy who were outside taking pictures and would still be when you and Bradley left for the night. The music persisted, and so did Bradley. He was cutting a rug with Mickey and Bob all while you begged silently to go.

Fortunately, all that wine had finally caught up with Bradley and he was making his way back over to you. A lopsided smile on his face made him look even cuter than he was. And it made you ache.

“Ready?” He asked softly. You nodded and stood up, grabbing your shoes and his jacket before heading out. You thanked God that the two of you were staying in the same hotel as the reception venue as you didn't have to drive anywhere. You were sure you'd have fallen asleep in the car if you had to drive all the way home.

Bradley held your hand as you walked to the elevators. He was still wearing that goofy fanny pack and the Pit-Vipers were perched on his head. He looked down at you and kissed your temple before the elevator doors opened and he yanked you inside.

Before the doors were even closed, his lips were on your neck and his hands were all over you. You stood there with your shoes in one hand and his jacket in the other, unable to return the favor in any way except moaning his name into the thin air of the elevator. He chuckled against your skin and then yanked you out of the elevator as it opened up on your floor.

A flurry of kisses and touches and gasps and moans became your entire being as Bradley backed you against the door of your hotel room. He fumbled with the key card and pushed the door open, the two of you crashing inside like a couple of horny teenagers. He then quickly put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and returned his attention to you.

His hands were everywhere. And once your dress was off, they were gripping your flesh hungrily. As though he hadn't ever tasted you before. He gently laid you on the bed and smiled down at you before removing his dress shirt and undershirt. He kicked his slacks off and got on top of you. He kissed your lips, jaw, neck, collarbone, anywhere he could. His big hands palming the weight of your breasts and massaging the flesh gently. Your soft gasps overwhelmed his senses and he sat up.

“What's the matter?” You ask, breathless.

“Nothing…” He replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. He reached over and grabbed that obnoxiously yellow fanny pack he was wearing during the ceremony. He unzipped it and pulled out those familiar pink petals he'd thrown hours ago. You snickered softly and he wagged his eyebrows at you.

“They thought I needed extra,” he started. “Looks like I lucked out.” He kissed your lips softly before lifting his hands up over your bare chest.

The petals slipped from between his fingers and cascaded down to land on your skin. You bit your lip gently as they kissed your breasts and other parts of your chest. The light tickle of the delicate material of the petals had you stifling giggles as Bradley hovered over you with a smug look on his face.

“Only you, baby,” you quipped.

“You shut up,” he responded with a snicker. He dropped more petals on your chest, taking note of how your nipples stiffened to peaks from the sensation. “I can tell you love this.”

“Maybe I do,” you said with a sigh. “Or maybe I just love the view of you up there.”

“Mmm…” he hummed as he dropped another handful of the petals on you. “I gotta be the flower dude more often then, yeah?”

“You don't have enough friends for that-” you laughed. He simply bent over and kissed you hard in response to your little jab.

But, yes, he'd have to do this more often.

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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Hello 🙋🏼 Can you, pleease write about The Lost Boys taking care of the sick reader? Allergy, flu, cold, rhinitis and ✨ such ✨ 😅 She goes crazy telling them to stay away because she's ugly and disgusting, but they take care of her anyway 😔 🥺

Sooo relatable

↱ taking care of our baby ↰

➘ summary : the lost boys take care of their sick girlfriend

➘ Marko x David x reader x Dwayne x Paul , the lost boys x reader

➘ a/n : I’m sure we all can relate to this

The cavernous darkness of the underground lair was disrupted by the flickering light of a few scattered candles. Marko, Paul, Dwayne, and David, the tight-knit group known as the Lost Boys, exchanged glances as they gathered around the worn wooden table. Unease threaded through the air like a shadow, driven by the unsettling absence of someone who was an integral part of their lives.

"Has anyone seen (Y/N)?" Marko's voice broke the silence, his brows furrowed with concern. He leaned against the rough stone wall, his dark eyes scanning the faces of his comrades.

Paul shook his head, the dread building within him. "I haven't. She's always here waiting for us when we wake up. It's not like her to be late or to miss a gathering like this."

David's gaze flickered towards the cave entrance, his lips set in a thoughtful line. "It's not like her to just disappear without a word. We need to find out where she is."

Dwayne, the usually quiet one, chimed in with a heavy note of worry in his voice. "Maybe something happened to her. We should start searching."

With a shared sense of urgency, the Lost Boys scattered, fanning out to cover the area surrounding the cave. Their footsteps echoed off the walls as they called out her name, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of their missing girlfriend.

As minutes turned into what felt like hours, a gnawing sense of anxiety settled in their chests. The bond they shared with (Y/N) was strong, an unbreakable connection that had formed through shared experiences and mutual trust. Her absence left a void that was impossible to ignore.

Just as doubt began to creep in, Marko's voice rang out, sharp and urgent. "Over here!"

The others hurried to his side, their hearts pounding in their chests as they saw (Y/N) lying on the ground, unconscious but seemingly unharmed. David was the first to reach her, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he tried to rouse her.

"(Y/N), wake up," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and relief.

Slowly, (Y/N)'s eyelids fluttered open, revealing her (e/c) eyes that were slightly dazed. She blinked up at the worried faces of her friends, confusion knitting her brows together.

"What... what happened?" Her voice was soft, a whisper that carried a hint of vulnerability.

"You tell us," Paul said gently, kneeling down beside her. "We were worried sick when you didn't show up. Are you okay?"

(Y/N) tried to sit up, her movements slightly shaky. She ran a hand through her hair, looking around as if trying to piece together what had happened. "I... I don't remember. Everything's a blur."

David helped her to her feet, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "You scared us, (Y/N). We thought something happened to you."

A mixture of emotions washed over her—embarrassment, gratitude, and a tinge of fear. She leaned on them for support, feeling their presence like an anchor in the midst of her confusion.

As they made their way back to the cave, the sense of unity among the Lost Boys was stronger than ever. Whatever had transpired, (Y/N) was back with them, and that was all that mattered. The bond they shared was unbreakable, and as they returned to the warmth of the candles' glow, they knew that they could face anything as long as they faced it together.

The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow across the cavern as the Lost Boys gathered around the table, their concern for (Y/N) palpable. She sat with them, her gaze distant as she tried to recall the events that had led to her sudden collapse.

"It's all starting to come back to me," (Y/N) murmured, her voice soft but determined. "I was waiting for you all, like I usually do, and then... I started feeling really lightheaded and dizzy. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground and everything was blurry."

The expressions of worry on the faces of the Lost Boys deepened. Marko reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That doesn't sound good. Are you sure you're okay?"

(Y/N) nodded, a small smile touching her lips. "I think I know what happened. I've been feeling under the weather for the past few days. I got the flu, and I must have overexerted myself. The heat from the candles in here probably didn't help either."

Paul's brows furrowed as he looked at her critically. "Are you sure you're feeling better now?"

She nodded again, her gaze locking onto his. "I promise, I'm feeling much better. It was just a combination of things that made me pass out."

David's concern was evident as he leaned closer, his fingers pressing lightly against her forehead. "(Y/N), you still feel warm. Let's check your temperature to make sure you're not running a fever."

With unanimous agreement, the Lost Boys swung into action. They fetched a thermometer and ensured (Y/N) was comfortable as they took her temperature. As they waited for the result, her eyes met each of theirs, gratitude shimmering in her gaze.

When the thermometer beeped, Paul read the display with a frown. "You're still hot, (Y/N). This doesn't sound like you're completely better."

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I appreciate your concern, but it's not that bad. I've been feeling much worse."

David's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "We're not ones to take chances. We're a family, and we look out for each other."

Marko nodded in agreement, his gaze steady. "We're not going to let you tough it out on your own. We'll take care of you until you're back to your normal self."

Touched by their unwavering support, (Y/N) felt a surge of warmth in her chest. She had found something precious with the Lost Boys—a bond that transcended blood ties. And as they continued to look out for her, she knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would overcome them together.

The night air carried a refreshing coolness that brushed against (Y/N)'s overheated skin as she lay near the entrance of the cavern. The Lost Boys had been taking shifts, staying by her side to make sure she was comfortable as she battled her illness. But even as the night breeze provided some relief, the fever still lingered, causing her body to break into intermittent sweats.

She let out a weak sigh, her (e/c) eyes fixed on the starlit sky above. Despite the discomfort, she appreciated the tranquility of the night, a stark contrast to the feverish haze that had consumed her for the past day. She felt weak and vulnerable, her body protesting against the sickness that had taken hold.

Dwayne sat nearby, his presence offering a sense of comfort. He glanced at her, concern etched on his features. "How are you feeling, (Y/N)?"

She managed a weak smile, her voice slightly hoarse. "Better than earlier, I think. The night air helps."

He nodded, his gaze gentle. "Just hang in there. We're here for you."

The others had retreated deeper into the cave, giving her some space. The faint glow of candles illuminated the interior, casting a warm light against the stone walls. Despite their absence, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel self-conscious about her appearance—her flushed skin, damp hair, and the general disarray she was in due to her fever.

"Don't look at me," she mumbled, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "I must look awful right now."

Dwayne's chuckle was soft and reassuring. "You're not exactly at your best, but that doesn't matter. We care about you, no matter how you look."

As her fingers played with the edge of her shirt, she couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. Their acceptance of her, even in her vulnerable state, touched her heart. It was a reminder of the bond they shared—a bond that went beyond appearances.

"You don't have to worry about being 'ugly,'" he said gently, as if reading her thoughts. "We're all in this together, sickness and all."

Her lips curved into a faint smile as she met his gaze. "Thank you, Dwayne."

His smile in return was warm and genuine. "Anytime, (Y/N). We're a family, remember?"

As the night stretched on, (Y/N) closed her eyes, allowing the cool breeze to wash over her. The Lost Boys had shown her that true acceptance wasn't based on appearances, but on the connections they shared. And in the midst of her sickness, that was a lesson worth holding onto.

#the lost boys imagine #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #lost boys #the lost boys x you #the lost boys x y/n #x reader #x reader oneshot #x reader one shot #x reader requests #marko x reader #paul x reader #david x reader #dwayne x reader

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gemini-magic17 · 8 months

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Entanglement Chapter Two

"The Princess's name is Kit and she is a remarkable young woman Y/n", my mother said.

"Is that why you want me to marry her or is it to the benefit of Father and you", I said.

"This would be to the benefit of our kingdom and theirs. Your marriage to Kit Tanthalos will provide unity and prosperity. I know you have reservations about this but I felt the same way about your father when I found out I was going to marry him. Now look at us we are happy and I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else", she smiles.

"Well I am happy for you mother but you don't know that I will have the same thing as father and you or something even remotely close with Kit."

"How do you know if you don't give it a try Y/n? All I want is for you to be happy and loved. That's all I have ever wanted for you", my mother says sincerely.

"I know and I will try my best to do my duty," I smiled at her.

"Thank you for at least agreeing to try this. I'm so proud of you and the woman you have become. I will see you first thing in the morning, we leave at noon."

We wish each other good night and she makes her way to her rooms. Preparing for bed I still can't get that prophecy out of my head or better yet than dragons even existed. I mean hearing stories of them is one thing but knowing that they were real once upon a time is crazy. I just feel like there has to be more to this and need to find out what it all means.

Blowing out the candles and settling into bed sleep came easy to Y/n that night even though she was still plagued by the events that happened earlier that day.

** The Next Day

After loading everything aboard the ship we set sail to Tir Asleen. Seeing as it would be around five days before we get there I grabbed the books from the library that I had yesterday. Not having much to do and still worried about my betrothal I focused on the ancient text. Flipping through the book to see if I could find more about it there was nothing else written. Being frustrated I went up to the dock only to find my brother and father arguing over something trivial.

"What are you two fighting about now", I asked.

"Our dear father thinks it is a good idea for me not to challenge any of the people in Tir Aisleen when I am training", James says outraged.

"Father, why would you ask that of him? You know how he is with it comes to his training."

"As your father, it is my responsibility to make sure that you do not do something that will get you in trouble or someone else killed", my father exclaimed.

"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!? ARE YOU AFRAID I AM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE"?

"YES! Son, you train as if it is life or death and not training. I mean do you not remember what you did to your sister."

"That was an accident it was not intentional", I said to James defense.

"It does not matter you were seriously hurt that day and I will not risk the chance of your brother repeating history. From the time we are in Tir Asleen you will only train with those with Ser Easton or our guards. Do you understand"?

"Yes Father I understand completely", James said furiously.

Stomping away James made his way to the compartments and my father went to talk with the captain. I walk toward the front of the boat staring ahead at what seems to be like an endless vast of water. So many things racing through my mind I can't seem to think straight. Until I settled on whether or not the marriage to the princess and I would be at least somewhat pleasant. I would be leaving home and spending my life somewhere that would be completely new. Having no comforts of home, no family, and friends I would be alone. At the thought of this, a few stray tears fall from my eyes without me realizing. Hearing someone approaching I wipe my tears and turn around.

"Oh! Hello, Ser Easton how are you today"?

"I am well princess. I would ask how you are but it seems not to well as it looks like you have been crying", he says with concern in his voice.

"I am scared of what will become of this situation and me. What happens if Kit does not like me? After all, I can be a handful according to my mother."

"Might I remind you your mother did not say you were a handful she said that you are a fiery, intellectual, and courageous young woman. If Kit Tanthalos cannot see that then she is not someone who you need in your life."

"Well, it is not like I have a choice in the matter. I told my mother I would try though. I just hope that the relationship that Kit and I will have might be happy", I smiled with some optimism showing.

"I'm sure you two will have a happy union."

**Across the sea in Tir Asleen

Deep in the woods Jade and I were training and as usual, I was winning her. With the clash of my sword, I deflected her attack and knocked her on her back. With her on the ground, I climbed on top of her and we both began laughing.

"Aren't you tired of me knocking you on your ass Jade? It has got to be getting old at this point", I laugh.

"You never know I could just be letting you win to boost your ego", Jade says sarcastically and laughs.

"Yeah keep telling yourself that."

Looking into her eyes I slowly lean in and that is when my lips met hers.

It must have been a while since we first started to kiss because I started to feel like I couldn't breathe. I pull away to catch my breath and before I know it the words just came out.

"I love you", I said.

"I love you too Kit. Always have always will."

Once we had finished we made our way back to the castle. The whole time I couldn't stop smiling at her as well as what she had said to me. Making our way into the castle Airk came up to me.

"What do you want Airk", I said.

"I just thought you would like to know mom wants to see you", he said.

"Why? What does she want"?

"I don't know she didn't tell me. All I know is that she is in your bedroom and said it was of great importance."

"Oh great another thing for me to deal with", I groaned.

" Do you want me to come with you Kit", Jade asked.

"No, I'll be fine. Plus I get the feeling this has to do with something that is just between me and her. I see you later", giving her a smile and heading off.

Arriving at my door stop before going trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever she has to say. Opening the doors she is standing in the middle of the room with her arms folded.

"There you are Kit I have been looking for you all day. Then I figured you were probably off training somewhere", my mom said.

"Yes, I was. What is it you wanted to talk about."

"Alright, I will just cut to the point then. I have made a betrothal between you and Princess Y/n Ravaryn of Zemira", she said.

"WHAT!!!!"

#kit tanthalos x reader #hazel callahan x reader

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galdra-studios · 8 months

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October is here! Time to pull out your sweaters, scented candles and spiced coffee, as we settle in for maximum Fall coziness!… Right after we’re done addressing the big corporate elephant who’s wandered into the room ^^0

Last month, Unity made a startling decision that had us scrambling for a few days.

Unity is the game engine we use for Arcadia Fallen. It’s a popular tool that’s used by many indie developers, and it used to run on a monthly subscription model. But this month they suddenly announced they would change their monetization to instead charge a set fee every time a game runs their installer; more specifically, they wanted 20 cents every time someone installed a game. This sparked quite the stir online, from developers, gamers, and influencers. It was actually quite refreshing to see the industry unified for once, though the circumstances were very…urg. Eventually, Unity reconsidered these changes and came up with something more reasonable, but we still felt uneasy. Daniel’s been reading through the fine print, and we’re not comfortable with the terms Unity proposes going forward. The difference is, they used to only charge a subscription fee for developing Unity games, but now they have added an implicit fee for distributing Unity games, which they can change at a whim and the change would also affect previously released games under the new terms. When they decide to crank up the fee, there’s no telling how it might affect a small studio like us, which is scary.

So what does this mean for us?

We’re going to continue developing Arcadia Fallen II in Unity, because we’re still on the old terms for the project, but any future projects will likely be moved to another engine. It sucks, because we’ve been developing a lot of really cool tools for our dialogue system that will now have to be remade, but we can’t risk our livelihood and the future of the studio on the whim of unpredictable tech giants. Speaking of which!

We’re on Bluesky now as well!^^ If there’s one thing we’ve learned this month, it's that you should never become dependent on one mega corporation, so we’re trying to spread out a little. We’ll still be posting on Twitter, since Bluesky isn’t very accessible yet with their invite-only system, but hopefully it will be a good alternative to those who have left the old bird app.

Writing is progressing smoothly. Lots of editing of the early chapters is being done at the moment to polish that section. Meanwhile, Hannah’s new sprite is looking super cute. The Illusionist prefect is ready to take on her exams with determination, coffee, and sleepless nights… Wait what?

As a bonus this month, we also have a short time lapse of this month’s header art, enjoy~

Thank you so much for following our journey! And we’ll see you in November for another DevLog!

Cheers!

The Galdra Team

#arcadia fallen #indiedev #visual novel #vndev #vn development #indiegame #galdra studios #art

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sapphosewrites · 8 months

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Trektober Day 3: Anniversary

They always called it The Day of Withdrawal, even though it had actually taken over a week for the last of the Cardassians to evacuate. Kira knew how myth and legend and story worked; sometimes, details had to be elided or rearranged to arrive at the core of truth.

That first anniversary, the provisional government declared it a day of fasting and prayer. The Federation officers commented that they found it odd- wasn't it supposed to be a happy time?- but Bajor hadn't been ready for joy then, not yet. The threat of civil war loomed too close on the horizon, the unity the people had fought in fighting for freedom dissolving in peacetime. No one knew what the second anniversary would look like, what kind of Bajor would be there to see it. Kira sat by the candles and prayed wordlessly, with an ache in her soul, for something she didn't quite understand and had never known.

The second anniversary, First Minister Kalem Apren called for a day of Bajoran cultural teaching. Schools remained open, and Kira found herself in front of Keiko's class awkwardly sharing a lullaby her father had sung when she was small. She didn't have much of a singing voice- no one in her family did- but it was one of the only things she could share that did not come back, in some way, to violence. (The teachings of the prophets she left to the vedeks, and in spite of Opaka's words she couldn't shake the fear in her heart that fighting was the only aspect of Bajoran culture she had to share.)

When Li Nalas became Navarch, they asked him what he suggested for a ritual. His answer had not been detailed: "Well, I suppose we should have some kind of celebration, shouldn't we?"

On the third anniversary, Shakaar Edon was the First Minister, and the first to declare it a holiday in perpetuity, a day that would last. "This day is a testament to the strength and the resilience of the Bajoran people, and shall be set aside for both remembrance and joy forevermore," the official announcement read.

That word, forevermore, stuck with Kira. For the first time, she imagined it, the future unwinding like a spool of thread and generations of children, who celebrated a holiday every year of an event that was for them only a distant memory. Children who had only ever known peace.

#my writing #trektober 2023

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brian-in-finance · 5 months

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The actress Caitríona Balfe, center, taking her seat at the table. Photo: Rich Gilligan

T ENTERTAINING WITH

In Belfast, a Celebration of Art, Community and Pizza

In October, on the second floor of a former spinning mill in east Belfast, the visual artist and author Oliver Jeffers, 46, hosted a candlelit dinner for a group of Irish and Northern Irish artists and friends. The Portview Trade Centre, as the building is called, stopped producing textiles in the 1970s and is now home to 54 artists’ studios and creative businesses, including Jeffers’s, and his neighbors made up a large portion of the guests and the organizers. The occasion was a personal one — the launch of his 20th book, “Begin Again” — but he also wanted to celebrate his wider creative community. Accordingly, the evening combined tributes to both Belfast, where the artist has a home in the Holywood area, and Brooklyn, where he lived until recently and still has a studio.

VIDEO 📹 The author and illustrator Oliver Jeffers invited friends to toast his new book at a dinner in a former textile mill.

Jeffers is perhaps best known for his philosophical, understated children’s books, including “The Book Eating Boy” (2006) and “The Heart and the Bottle” (2010). And true to his style, “Begin Again” is curious, warm and quietly profound. “Not for kids, but not not for kids,” Jeffers says, the book is a vibrantly illustrated exploration of the climate crisis that attempts to lay out a hopeful future for humanity. “It offers an idea of slowing down, of using what’s near us — of starting over,” says Jeffers, “with the realization that we cannot do anything until we start to act with a sense of unity, to tell ourselves new stories that are defined by what we want.”

Jeﬀers, center (in tan jacket), sat beside the ﬁlm director Lisa Barros Da’Sa, at left. Photo: Rich Gilligan (and Caitríona Balfe, at right… BIF)

Pearson Morris, the head chef of the Belfast restaurant Noble, pan-fried wild halibut in a makeshift kitchen set up not far from the table. Photo: Rich Gilligan

While guests gathered for drinks, the sun could be seen setting over the city; on the north side of the building, hills rolled down toward the sea. The food too — a collaboration between the local bistro Noble, known for its unpretentious ingredient-led dishes, and Flout, an American-style pizzeria on the ground floor of Portview — was unmistakably rooted in Belfast. Despite a limited power supply and a lack of running water in the room, dishes were assembled and cooked in situ using three portable pizza ovens and a small stove. The table was lit with clusters of white candles and, after the sun finally went down, said Jeffers, it glowed with “the warmth of a hearth at home.”

The dinner table stood at the center of the 10,000-square-foot room. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The attendees: Jeffers celebrated with his wife and business manager, Suzanne Jeffers, and a group of Irish and Northern Irish artists, including the actress Caitríona Balfe, 44; the portrait artist Colin Davidson, 55; the electronic musician and composer David Holmes, 54; the husband-and-wife film director duo Glenn Leyburn, 54, and Lisa Barros Da’Sa, 49; and the writers Glenn Patterson, 61, and Jan Carson, 43. “Everybody at this dinner,” said Jeffers, “was interested in the power of narrative, the impact of what they do and how it makes other people feel.”

The table: Guests sat at two long tables — pushed together to create a more intimate arrangement — in the middle of the otherwise nearly empty 10,000-square-foot room. The events stylist Rachel Worthington McQueen, 30, sourced an Irish linen tablecloth in the same navy hue as the book cover’s background. Mismatched dishes in traditional Blue Willow patterns (originally bought from secondhand websites for Worthington McQueen’s wedding two years ago) held squat candles, and food was served on simple white plates brought over from Noble. Seasonal blooms — including deep burgundy dahlias and pale pink spray roses — echoed the rich palette of the book and were provided by the local, sustainable flower farm Sow Grateful. Each display was tied with bright pink twine, sourced by Suzanne Jeffers to match the exact Pantone color (number 812U) of the book’s title.

New Haven-style mussels pizza by Peter Thompson, the founder of the pizzeria Flout, was served alongside Noble’s halibut. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The food: To start, Noble’s co-founder and head chef, Pearson Morris, 34, served crab and lobster from nearby Bangor Bay dressed with homemade mayonnaise and his Bloody Mary tomatoes (heritage tomatoes steeped overnight in a mix of vodka, celery and Tabasco sauce) on Flout’s blackened focaccia. “I bake things so you think they’re burned — that’s flavor for me,” said the pizzeria’s founder, Peter Thompson, 45. Next was a take on the classic New Haven-style clam pie made with steamed Galway Bay mussels, alongside which Morris served pan-fried wild halibut with a fish head sauce. Then came Flout’s Detroit-style pepperoni pizza and a salad featuring locally grown baby gem lettuces. Dessert was Noble’s chocolate delice — jaconde sponge cake topped with salted caramel, dark chocolate parfait and a chocolate mirror glaze — accompanied by a salted caramel ice cream with Flout’s sourdough chocolate cookies tumbled through.

The drinks: Noble’s front-of-house manager and co-founder, Saul McConnell, 38, oversaw the drinks, which ranged from a vibrant Blanc de Meunier champagne for arriving guests to an amber passito-style Liastos wine from Lyrarakis, Crete, for the dessert course. The Boundary Brewing Company, Belfast’s first tap room and one of Jeffers’s neighbors in the building, provided an alternative aperitif: a full-bodied English bitter called A Certain Romance, a favorite of Jeffers’s studio team.

Jeﬀers illustrated the evening’s menus. Photo: Rich Gilligan

Noble’s chocolate delice, a jaconde sponge cake with salted caramel and a chocolate mirror glaze. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The conversation: Many artists talked shop, swapping notes on the production problems they encounter in their respective industries, and conversation also turned to global events. “There’s always been a comparison between the conflict in Northern Ireland and the conflict in Israel-Palestine,” said Jeffers. “We talked about the divisive rhetoric that’s going on right now.”

The music: Jeffers enlisted the Irish producer and D.J. Marion Hawkes, who runs the record store Sound Advice in Portview, to create a playlist, which ranged from classic folk to contemporary electronic tracks.

The recipe for Noble’s mayonnaise: It’s hard to beat fresh, homemade mayonnaise, says Morris, and it’s a quick, thoughtful addition to a dinner at home. But despite its few ingredients, it’s deceptively difficult to make. He recommends starting with equal parts white wine vinegar and egg yolk (approximately 2 teaspoons of vinegar to two yolks), which prevents the eggs from splitting as you very gradually beat in 250 ml of oil, then season with 5 grams of sugar and 5 grams of salt. Morris likes to use extra-virgin rapeseed oil for its neutral flavor, and an electric mixer for ease.

The New York Times Style Magazine

Remember… there’s always been a comparison between the conflict in Northern Ireland and the conflict in Israel-Palestine. We talked about the divisive rhetoric that’s going on right now. — Oliver Jeffers

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#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Oliver Jeffers #Begin Again #2023 #The New York Times #Style Magazine #8 December 2023 #Thanks castlemaine123 #My screenrecording

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What would the LIs wedding would mc look like?

This question is a little bit tough, since it depends on the MC! So we'll just share what the LI's ideal wedding would look like.

Lincoln:

He'd want something super small. More than like twenty people and he'd start feeling overwhelmed. He'd only want his closest friends and family members there (and by family not his dad, but like cousins or grandparents on his mother's side. yeah i don't think matty is invited srry). honestly he probably wouldn't mind just getting married at city hall with only you and like, three other people, but if you don't do that he'd probably just want to rent an air bnb with a beautiful yard and have a small reception outside followed by a catered dinner with his favorite foods. He'd definitely wear a barong and incorporate some other filipino marriage traditions into his wedding, such as lighting the unity candle and eating rice cakes. After dinner, you'd spend the night dancing with your few guests until the two of you leave for your night alone ;) That being said, this is Lincoln's ideal wedding. If you wanted something different, he'd be willing to follow your lead and go along with what you want for the wedding, as long as it's not too big or crazy.

Amalia

She would want something formal, nice, organized, and beautiful. She would be happy to take total control of planning. There's really no need for a wedding coordinator if Amalia's the one you're marrying. She'd want a lot of people to be there -- her family and friends and professors and teachers in her life who mean a lot to her. She'd find the perfect, most beautiful venue and spend hours there, figuring out where everything would go and how it would all fit together. She'd love to have an outdoor wedding with beautiful gardens and fountains. Her vows would be incredibly romantic, heartfelt, and eloquent, and everyone would start crying. After you get married, you'd sit down to eat at fancy lovely tables with place settings. You'd have all types of fancy rices and freshly made juice and lasagnas and chicken and beef and salad, basically all you can eat. The different bridal parties would perform fun, sexy dances for each other and after that, the party would quickly turn up in excitement. At the end, you'd get driven off in your car together and head off to your honeymoon ;)

Abel

Above everything else, Abel wants his wedding to be fun. It probably wouldn’t be anything particularly fancy, but he would want a nice heartfelt ceremony. Something small if only because neither Abel nor MC have very many family or friends. Still, they’d invite everyone, and Abel would definitely shed a tear during the ceremony. Afterwards he’d have an after party that goes down as one for the record books. A band, mariachis, endless dancing, piles of food, nonstop alcohol, a massive cake big enough for everyone, and another just in case. He would spend most of the night with MC, twirling you around the dance floor. He’d dance with each of his siblings and then all of them together. He’d also drag all of his closest friends onto the dance floor, and yes this means the ILW crew. He’d probably get pretty tipsy, and be the happiest drunk on earth, gushing to everyone about how awesome his spouse is. Everyone has fun at Abel’s wedding, otherwise he doesn’t consider it a success.

Jocelyn

Jocelyn wouldn’t have many preferences when it comes to a wedding between herself and MC. She already knows that she wants to spend the rest of her life with MC, so this is just a formality so that the rest of the world knows it too. But if she had to choose a few things, she’d want the wedding to be somewhere meaningful in hers and MC’s relationship. Her friends (which really just consists of the ILW crew) and her family would be invited, so it would likely be pretty small. She’d get food catered from her favorite restaurant, and would have a live band for music at the reception. She’d dance for hours upon hours with her new spouse, and when people start to head out she’d sneak away with you for some alone time >:) As for her culture, there's a tradition in Chinese weddings where the bride's new shoes can't touch the ground until she gets to their new home, so the groom has to carry her from her old home into their wedding home. Jocelyn might not care for tradition but she will carry her spouse alllll the way home (picture her carrying MC up 17 flights of stairs to their apartment). But in all honestly, she’d be perfectly happy with whatever MC wants to do because all she cares about is being MC’s for the rest of their lives.

#ask #anon #lincoln mcquoid #jocelyn wu #amalia de león #abel flint #ilw lis

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She Wore A Thousand Faces All to Hide Her Own

Lesso opens up to Dovey about why she has her cane

*TW* Panic attack*

Dovey’s POV

I knock softly on the Evil Dean’s door. A strip of yellow light shines through the crack between the floor so I know she’s in. Normally I wouldn’t disturb her this late at night and in her rooms at that but this is urgent – some Never broke into my office and stole the plans for the Unity Ball right off my desk.

“Hey, Lesso?” I call out. “Can I come in?” I knock again louder this time and I’m starting to get worried. Taking a breath, I push the door open. The Evil Dean’s room is a mess as usual with books and clothes spread over every visible surface. It’s even worse than the last time I set foot in here with a candle dripping wax onto an open book and the bedclothes in a tangled mess at the foot of her magnificent four-poster.

“Leo, you in?” The bathroom door is shut, and I have to wade through several layers of God knows what just to reach it. I knock once again and pause for a long moment. The realization of how stupid I’m being hits me – what a fool I am, practically hunting down my partner, she’s probably in her office. I scoff and turn to go, trying to smooth over the uneasiness I feel in my stomach. All of a sudden, I freeze. That was definitely the sound of something smashing. I turn back to the door and call out her name.

“Leo? Is everything all right in there?” I press my ear to the door and hear a sound of scrabbling from within.

“Yes, I’m fine, everything’s fine! Can’t we talk later?” Lesso’s tone is sharp as usual, but her voice is unusually high-pitched and sounds slightly muffled. I raise my eyes to the heavens and gather up my skirts.

“Ok, well, I’m coming in.” I unlock the door with my fingerglow. At first, the spacious room appears empty, and I am faced with walls of black marble, lined with flickering candles and my own face blinking back at me from an enormous ornate mirror hanging above the sink. Finally, I spot a few red curls sticking up from between the vanity and bath. I walk slowly toward Lesso and crouch down in front of her, careful not to make any sudden movements. The other woman is wedged in the gap in her underwear, knees pulled up to her chin, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.

“Oh, Lesso,” I whisper. Even though we’ve been together for a few months now, I am still so unused to seeing the figure I’ve come to associate with everything strength and elegance showing weakness so crippling it reduces her to a quivering heap.

“Hey, can you come out of there for me?” I grip her arm softly and am suddenly struck by how small and frail she looks in that moment, like a small bird with a broken wing. I help her coordinate her long limbs enough to scoot forward and lean against a cabinet. The silence is only broken by Lesso’s rapid breaths and the periodic drip of a tap.

“Please just leave me alone,” she whispers and buries her face in her arms. Frustration mingles with the sadness that swirls in my stomach.

“No.” I reply softly, “I’m not going anywhere.” I place a hand on her back, feeling her heart beating erratically. “I’m not going to leave.” The taller woman leans into my side, and I breathe slowly and deliberately and Lesso copies. After a few minutes, she finally looks up and lifts a gentle hand to my face. “I trust you more than anyone else, you know that, right?” I nod and press a kiss to her temple. “Thank you for staying. You make everything a little easier.”

I smile, rocking her from side to side in my arms and rest my head on her shoulder.

“What happened just now?” I ask softly. Lesso sighs.

“I don’t know, it just came on. I was about to take a bath when I got so dizzy, it just happened. No trigger.”

“Just one of those days, huh,” I sigh.

“Just one of those days,” Lesso agrees. We sit in silence for a few more minutes until the Evil Dean’s breathing finally slows and she’s able to take a deep, clean breath. I smile into her neck before sitting up. She barely seems to register the movement and is staring unblinkingly at something only her eyes can see. The smile fades from my lips as I watch her for a few moments before nudging her softly in the ribs. Fear flashes across her face and she jumps at my touch but soon settles back into her usual sharp expression bar the softness that creeps into her eyes when she is with me.

“Did you want to have your bath?” I ask, pretending not to have noticed her lost in thought.

“Ah, any excuse to see me naked huh, Dove?” Lesso teases, a smirk playing across her face. I laugh. “But no, thank you. Maybe tomorrow.” I nod in understanding, and we fall back into a comfortable silence before the Evil Dean reaches behind her and grips the cabinet. “Let’s get out of here.” I get to my feet, watching as Lesso struggles to pull herself up.

“You could’ve just asked for help you know,” I say, frowning.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” She replies dryly, shooting me a pained smile. I roll my eyes and I can’t stop myself from peering at her leg. It always strikes me as odd that there are no visible marks or scars on Lesso’s bad leg – or any other part of her body for that matter.

“Now, I know it’s part of the great mystery of Lady Lesso, but what did happen to your leg?” I ask lightly. She opens her mouth to respond but I raise a hand to stop her. “And no lies.”

Lesso’s shoulders slump and she casts her eyes to the side. “Ok,” she says finally. “But you can’t be angry.”

I frown. “Never.”

The Evil Dean closes her eyes and shakes her head impatiently. “No.” She takes a breath. “I’m going to show you something, something I should’ve shown you a long time ago. But you can’t be angry, understand? Promise me, Dovey.” Lesso fixes me with a purple gaze so fierce I am powerless to do anything but nod. “Ok.” She takes a few steps back, bare feet slapping on the marble. I take in her body, scantily clad in a simple black bra and underpants, more toned than more than a few Ever boys. Yes, Lesso has lost weight. She’s so thin, I could count all of her ribs if I wanted to. The Never brushes a few stray curls out of her face and I resist the urge to go over and tie them back for her. I watch as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. A shudder passes over her and her pale, smooth skin seems to bubble and melt before glowing almost translucent and fading away. I can’t stop the gasp that escapes my lips. What was once flawless alabaster is now littered with scars and a light dusting of pale freckles.

Most of the scars are old and long healed, but there are a few fresh ones as well. But one draws my attention the most: an angry blood-red mark stains her leg starting just below her knee and curling inwards at her hip. Strange swirling pink markings cover it like a strange, twisted tattoo. A sob rises in my throat, and I press my fingers to my lips.

“Why?” I whisper.

Lesso laughs bitterly. “Don’t worry, most are just souvenirs from my travels. Like this one,” she points to a deep red line extending from the base of her ribcage to her naval. “That was from a wolf a couple of years ago in an inn in Bloodbrook, just a case of mistaken identity.” She grins manically at me and turns around revealing dozens of thin white stripes crisscrossing her back. “But these? Let’s just say I was… well acquainted with the Doom Room.” The Evil Dean laughs again but I see the pain in her expression. I pick up her thin arm and trace over the grooves of scars clearly self-inflicted. Finally, I look up into her face. She’s staring at the floor with all the air of a bad puppy awaiting punishment.

“Hey,” I say softly, my voice hoarse from the effort of holding back tears. “Look at me, my love. Please.” She inhales shakily and shifts her purple eyes to my own. I search her face, the shame and self-disgust evident in the crease of her brow and her bloodless lips, for once devoid of makeup. “You’re still beautiful. You’re still beautiful to me.” I press my lips gently to hers before pulling her into my body, cradling her in my arms as she clings to me as if she would never let go. A ragged sound unlike any I’ve heard before tears up Lesso’s throat, a sound of pure agony that goes straight to my soul. I hug her tighter.

“You’re a fool, Leo,” I whisper into her shoulder. “A fool.” A single tear slides down my cheek and drips onto her bare shoulder.

“‘m sorry, Dove. I didn��t mean to make you cry,” Leo murmurs.

I let out a choked laugh. “Oh, my dear, if I had a dollar every time I cried for you, I’d be a rich woman.” I pull out of the embrace and hold the other woman at arm’s length and look into her glistening eyes. “You know this doesn’t change anything, right? I wish you had told me sooner and I wish you don’t feel as though you have to hide away or pretend to be fine – because this is not fine, but I still love you. No matter what.”

Lesso smiles at me then, a soft smile. No more than a slight quirk of the lips but it was filled with such love, such gratitude, that it was like the sun itself beaming down on me.

“Blood Magic,” she says suddenly.

“Sorry?” I reply frowning.

“Blood Magic. My leg. It was blood magic that did it.” I stare at her incredulously. I know what blood magic is of course, after the whole debacle with Sophie, but I can’t comprehend how on earth the Evil Dean could’ve been injured by it.

“Sorry, that wasn’t very clear.” Lesso takes a moment to collect her thoughts, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers absently. I back up a little and perch on the edge of the bath. It’s full of water, long gone cold, with no soap, and no bubbles.

“You know the consequences of Blood Magic, what it does to the user, how it eats away at their soul.” I nod in assent, and she starts pacing back and forth. “Well, it turns out that if Blood Magic is used on a person consistently over a long period of time, it gets too much. The body and soul are too weak to hold such power and so it has to manifest somewhere. It starts as a small mark but spreads like oil on the surface of a pool.” Lesso gestures to her leg. “It’s rotten. All the way through. Blood Magic was not made for this world and certainly not for the likes of us to use.”

I nod slowly, taking in her story. “Rafal did this, didn’t he?”

She stops pacing. “Yes, he did do it, he didn’t know though. He didn’t know it would create lasting marks. He was mad when he found out about my leg, especially when I was too weak to even walk on my own.”

“What did- what spells did he use on you?” I ask carefully. Lesso’s shoulders tense and her fists clench tightly before she takes a deep breath and forces herself to relax.

“He practised the spells he invented as well as ones from a book he found on me. Some were tolerable but others were awful. There was one he favoured the most, one of his own invention, that one was absolute torture, I can’t even describe the pain – it was like, it was like a thousand knives stabbing me from the inside, turning my skin inside out but a deep bone-crushing ache at the same time.” By the shake in her hands and the way her feet are planted, I can tell she’s starting to crumble again and so I change the subject quickly.

“What are all the patterns on it?”

“Oh, I have no idea.” Lesso traces a particularly intricate swirl on her thigh. “I suppose it’s just part of the magic. It moves, though, on a bad day it’s like there are snakes under my skin and I can feel them crawling and squirming, changing the pattern.” She sighs and resumes her restless pacing.

“Does anything help it?” I ask, trying to keep the horror out of my voice.

“Usually just rest, although the cane helps a lot. I’ve tried to heal it, but magic just aggravates it and… and I’m too afraid to ask a Healer.” She spits out the last part like acid.

"And why... why the glamours?"

The Evil Dean shakes her head, red curls bobbing like flames. "I couldn't stand seeing myself like this, I was ashamed and disgusted. I hated everything that makes me human, that makes me weak. I can't risk anyone seeing me for what I am." We sit in contemplative silence until Lesso stands up and regards me warily before offering me an arm.

I take it and look her square in the eyes. “Thank you for telling me this, I know it was hard. Thank you for trusting me.” Lesso gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes and tugs me gently towards the door. She pulls it open for me and does a small bow that is still far more elegant than many of the Ever boys could manage. I bob a curtsey back and step daintily out of the room.

“My god, Lesso, your room is a pigsty. It looks like a small bomb exploded,” I stare around the room that’s every bit as messy as it was when I came in. I guess miracles only happen in fairy tales after all. The Never just rolls her eyes.

“I’ll fix it in the morning. Stay with me?”

“Of course,” I reply. I magic my gold gown into a comfortable silk slip and make the bed quickly with my finger glow. Lesso slides between the luxurious black sheets in her underwear and motions for me to come. I climb in with her and survey the wreckage that is my counterpart’s room, a vast contrast to the neatly made bed.

“Look at this,” I muse. “Our own little island amidst a sea of chaos.”

“Enough poetry,” the other woman yawns, pulling me down to lie next to her. I settle down in her strong arms and it is mere minutes until she’s asleep.

I gaze down at her face, more peaceful than I’ve ever seen her before and it occurs to me that I don’t know her age. In this moment, Lesso looks almost girlish, an expression of serenity on her unpainted, freckled face. Without all her layers of clothing and makeup, the Dean for Evil is far from the formidable force that terrorises the corridors, here she is laid bare to me and I see a glimpse of all she has been. Here she is humanized – beautiful and broken but so wonderfully, terribly mine. I press a kiss to her temple and find it wet with tears. I stroke her soft hair tenderly and whisper into the velvety darkness of night.

“You are an enigma, my love. A mystery…”

#lady lesso #clarissa dovey #sge #sge fanfic #rafal #lady lesso's cane #the school for good and evil #ao3 #hurt/comfort #panic attack #late night conversations #angst fest #angst

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Transparents Masterlist

Warning: Nothing here belongs to me. VOCALOID & CiA belongs to Crypton Media & Colorful Palette. This blog is made for non comercial use. This blog is no longer active! Thanks for all the support!

>> Another blog for proseka transparents: Sekai Transparents

By star: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 By set: Initial - Birthday - Colorful Festival - 3RD ANN By year: 2019 - 2020 - 2021 - 2022 - 2023 Special: Deadly Sins of Evil Stickers: EN - JP Others: gif card - PROJECT VOLTAGE - SANRIO COLLAB

>>> Groups:

Virtual Singer > [ Miku - Luka - Rin - Len - Meiko - Kaito ]

LEO/NEED > [ Ichika - Saki - Shiho - Honami ]

MORE MORE JUMP! > [ Minori - Haruka - Airi - Shizuku ]

Vivid BAD SQUAD > [ Kohane - An - Akito - Toya ]

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Stella After the Rain

Imprisoned Marionette

Full Power! Wonder Halloween!!

Run! Sports Festival! ~The Executive Committee is Very Busy~

Let's RE:START from Here!

Someday, with Our Lyrics Joined Back-to-Back

KAMI HIGH FESTIVAL!

On a Holy Night, with This Singing Voice

Sekai's Happy New Year!

Through Wavering, You Continue Moving Forward

Color of Myself!

Period of NOCTURNE

Resounding Twilight Parade

Unsatisfied Pale Color

Smile of Dreamer

The Tenma Household's Hinamatsuri

Let’s Deliver! HOPEFUL STAGE♪

Singing With You in A World Where Cherry Blossoms Dance

Secret Distance

Resonate with you

STRAY BAD DOG

Tell me your problems! Exciting Picnic

Break Time for the Hardworking You!

A Song of Vows For You, Dressed in Pure White!

Wonder Magical Showtime!

Carnation Recollection

Unnamed Harmony

Awakening Beat

Ringing Sounds at the Summer Festival

This’ll Definitely Be the Best Summer!

Happy Lovely Everyday!

Mesmerized by Mermaids

The Two Moon Rabbits

Knock the Future!!

Mirage of Lights

Scramble Fan Festa!

Bout for Beside You

CW: Revival my dream

My Footprints, Your Destination

Unwavering Feelings, Now Put Into Words

Buddy・Funny・Spend Time ♪

Intersecting Melodies, Glowing Warmth

MOREMOREMakingXmas

Same Dreams, Same Colors

Beyond Prayers, the Tomorrow We Wish for Is...

POP IN MY HEART!!

Someday, From the Depths of Despair

Operation ♡ Secret Valentine!

Legend still vivid

That Day, the Sky Was Far Away

The Gentleman Thief's Thrilling White Day!?

Cast Spell on You

On This Blank Canvas, I Paint ...

Cherry Blossoms Across Sekai, Interconnecting Our Feelings

On the stage of dazzling light

Live with memories

Connecting Painful Hope

Incandescent! Kamitaka cheering party!

THE POWER OF UNITY

Wishing for Your Happiness Upon the Blue Sky!

Guiding a Lost Child to What Lies Beyond

A Desperate Situation!? Island Panic!

Let's Enjoy Together! Spojoy Park!

The Vivid Old Tale

NO Seek NO Find

Close game/OFFLINE

Chasing the Radiance Beyond the Blue Sky

And Now Tie a Ribbon

Don't lose faith!

Paint What You Love ♪ Rainbow Canvas

Walk On and On

The Twilight Color on this Festival

Dear My Past Self

A Sorrowful Farewell at the Curtain Call

Scream!? Welcome to the Wolf Forest!

ECHO my MELODY

Someday, this Wish will Transcend the Morning Sky

Beyond the Dream on That Day

Find a Way Out

Draw Your Bow in This White World

A Brand New Year! Lion Dance Robot's New Year's Show!

Amidst a Dream, Towards the Shining Stars

Little Bravers!

Memories Carried by the Scent of Candles

At the End of the Unraveled Threads

Kick it up a notch

Never give up cooking!

Towards the Phoenix at the Sky’s Edge

Immiscible Discord

In the Corner of a Resonant Town

Get OVER it

Re-tie friendship

Our survival escape

One-Day Trip Before Setting Sail

The Canary Sings in a Quagmire

Standing Next to the Kind and Gentle You

Light Up the Fire

STEP by STEP!

A Once-In-A-Lifetime Pandemonium!?

Saying Goodbye to my PERSONA

Connected by our STELLAR Song

Hectic Cafe ●REC!

On Your Feet

Our Happy Ending

Let Your Song Resound Throughout the SEKAI!

Weaving Precious Memories With You

Let's Study Hard!

Hello・Good・Day!

BURN MY SOUL

Stick to your faith

the warmth that guides us

Searching for a Reflection Beneath the Waters

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Incorrect Quotes Pt. 3

Unwelcome Unity Edition with the Incorrect Quote Generator

Camila: WHY. why did you give Luz a KNIFE?!

Eda: I’m sorry. She said she felt unsafe.

Camila: Now I feel unsafe!

Eda: I’m sorry.

Eda: ... would you like a knife?

Luz: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Eda: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Camila: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Camila: Luz, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Luz: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Camila: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Gus.

Gus: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Camila, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Gus:

Gus: fsh

Gus: Change is inedible.

Camila: Don't you mean inevitable?

Gus, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Luz: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Camila: What did you do Luz?

Luz: A MISTAKE

Hunter or Atalanta: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person.

Hunter or Atalanta: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

Luz: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

Luz: Vee and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Hunter: *Sighing* What did Vee do?

Luz: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Vee: Who wants a steering wheel?

Luz: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Camila: Wasn't Hunter with you?

Hunter: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Luz: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Vee: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Hunter: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

*Atalanta and Willow skipping stones on lake*

Willow: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Atalanta, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Atalanta: This is a mistake

Willow, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Atalanta: But not today

Willow, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Gus: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Willow: Oh, you’ve been?

Gus: Once. In Monopoly.

Gus, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Luz: How?

Gus: How what?

Luz: How could they be worse?

Gus: They couldn’t, I lied.

Luz:

Gus: Okay, truth or dare?

Hunter: Truth

Gus: How many hours have you slept this week?

Hunter:

Hunter: ...Dare

Gus: Go to bed.

Hunter: I don’t like this game.

Camila: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Hunter: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Atalanta: I personally was created in a lab.

Vee: I just straight up spawned lol.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Gus: Shit.

Willow: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Amity: OH MY GOD VEE FELL OFF!!!

Willow: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Gus: Plane tickets?

Amity: Concert tickets?

Vee: Prostitution?

Willow, holding their broken frames: Glasses.

Gus, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Willow, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Amity, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Luz, trembling: What are we playing

Darius, tending to Hunter's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Hunter: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Adrian: Attie, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Atalanta: Oh, I’m always running

Atalanta: The question is from what

Hunter: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Darius: You're like 15 years old

Hunter: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Collector, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

King: You did WHAT–

Luz: William Snakepeare

Collector: Hey King,

King: Yes?

Collector: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

King:

King: Where’s Luz?

Collector: We need a distraction.

King: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Luz, whispering: My time has come

Eberwolf: Yo is Adrian sleeping or dead?

Raine: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Darius: Yeah, so did I.

Adrian: Okay first of all, fuck you-

Eberwolf: Hah! 69! You know what that means?

Raine: What?

Darius: That you're a child.

Adrian: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

#au: unwelcome unity #incorrect toh quotes #raine whispers #edalyn ‘eda’ clawthorne #darius deamonne #eberwolf the huntsman #hunter wittebane deamonne #luz noceda #camila noceda #vee noceda #willow park #agustus ‘gus’ porter #the collector/sagittarius #adrian graye #atalanta ‘attie’ wolfsbane #tw violence #tw implied injury

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(Lana's POV)

FORD & COLLINS WEDDING WEEKEND

Day 3 - Wedding Day

We're married! On a wonderful spring afternoon, we became Mr & Mrs Parker Collins and it was the best day of my life (second to when I was saved, of course!) We started the morning in our respective areas at my church, my girls and I sang hymns as we got ready and it perfectly set the tone for the day. Once we were ready Parker and I had a prayer (with him blindfolded so he wouldn't see me) before we both left for the ceremony. I did a first look with my dad whilst Parker and the bridal party started heading up the aisle, my dad and I then started making our way to the ceremony, where he prayed before we walked down the aisle. Parker's dad led the service, as he's done for the 7 previous weddings of Parker's siblings, it's so special for him to be the one to marry his children and help them in the creation of such a sacred union.

The vows felt like a dream, I got a bit choked up and the girls handed me a tissue but we got through it. We sang hymns constantly throughout the ceremony, Parker and I wanted to elevate the Lord throughout the whole ceremony, singing also helped calm the wedding nerves that were racing through me. After the ring exchange we lit the unity candle and our parents came and joined us for a prayer from both our fathers.

Our first kiss was nothing short of magical! I'm so thankful that my parents raised me to save my first kiss for my husband, and Parker shares the same sentiment. There's special bond that's created when a couple are each other's first 'everything' and I'm so thankful that this is the case for Parker and I.

The reception was held at the church hall, which thankfully was big enough for all our guests. The food was definitely a labour of love, I wanted a full spread that would keep everyone full after an afternoon outside. Our caterers did such an amazing job, We had an assortment of salads, dinner rolls with either butter, honey, or jam, chicken alfredo, shrimp gnocchi, tonnes of roast chicken, vanilla squares, and a boatload of doughnuts - to name a few. There was more than enough food to go around for everyone, and the leftovers were split up between family members to take home.

We cut the cake after most guests had finished eating, we had our smaller couples cake and then served the guests that same cake flavour in sheet form. Parker gave me free reign on the cake flavours, he doesn't eat much cake so I went with a strawberry and vanilla flavoured cake with a buttercream frosting - and it tasted amazing.

We chose to have a sweetheart table and not a joint bridal party head table, we put our parents and bridal party on distinct but separate tables close to ours. Our siblings had conspired to buy bags of Simshey's Kisses and put one on each table, and at random intervals during the reception someone would hand us a piece of chocolate and demand that the bride and groom kiss! We made up for our entire courtship and engagement period with just the kisses at the reception! After hours of fellowshipping with our friends and family celebrating our union, we did a sparkler send off before we headed back to my parent's house so we could get changed and fly to the airport for our flight to Sulani.

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To Have and to Hold: Ch. 12 Ceremonial

Summary: It’s Daisy and Carol’s wedding ceremony time, and they have a whole crew to help them get ready and celebrate their big day! Plus, a special guest shows up for Carol.

Here is a playlist for these last two chapters, starting with the ceremony (linked there too).

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June broke in with warm, sunny relief from a rainy, hectic May. Even Memorial Weekend, usually full of lazy days at a lake or festivals in the nearby city park was crowded with last-minute planning details for Daisy and Carol and their wedding party. But the calendar turned and the planning turned to action. The marriage license had been acquired. The honeymoon bags were packed and ready to go. Deke the deejay had a final, approved playlist. Their mani-pedi day with the bridal party provided a needed respite from the busyness, and the hairstylist and makeup artist Bobbi recommended was kind, professional, and talented during their test run. Daisy had Carol’s gift in the form of a secret thumb drive and small photo album hiding in her suitcase, and Carol had a gift for Daisy hidden in hers as well. Bobbi had sent them back a few photos from their bridal shoot to use on their wedding website and some prints they framed to put on the guest book table, cake table, and gift table.

They’d been able to have the rehearsal in the empty space the night before their wedding day, but only after the traditional rehearsal dinner since there had been another wedding and set of vendors who needed time to get the place back into pristine condition before it was Carol and Daisy’s turn. The bridal party ate at a nearby restaurant and caravaned over to the park for the ceremony walk-through. Someone asked if they were planning on spending the night apart to avoid seeing each other before the ceremony, but they replied that they had decided it was pragmatically easier not to and they were fine with breaking more traditions and superstitions. In reality, they knew they needed each other to sleep, especially on such an emotionally charged night. The last thing they needed tonight would be to stay apart. In the hustle and bustle of the last month, they had hardly had a moment to themselves that wasn’t about details or needing to rest from all the activity. They’d stayed at the venue late into the night talking with their friends and family, so by the time they did get home and ready for bed, they only had energy for a sleepy goodnight kiss.

On the day of the ceremony, Bobbi, Hunter, the florist, Delights Catering, and their respective employees arrived early to get the venue ready for the ceremony and reception. Vans full of flowers, decorations, fabric, lighting, food, enough alcohol for a full bar, and a beautiful unity candle set were unloaded and set up where another wedding’s had been the day before. Jemma and Maria met up at the venue to supervise that all was going according to plan before heading to Carol and Daisy’s to pick them up for their hair and makeup appointments.

Jemma texted Daisy when they left the park and were on their way to get coffee. She asked if Daisy and Carol wanted anything special.

Daisy would never admit it to Jemma, but it was the sound of the text that finally woke Daisy up enough to stop snoozing her alarm.

“Hm?” Carol asked, still half-asleep.

“Jemma wants to know if we want special coffee?” Daisy mumbled, eyes squinting at the brightness of her phone. It took another second, but then her brain caught up. “It’s today!”

Carol was distracted, cuddling close to Daisy’s soft, warm body. “Mmm and it is a very good today.”

Daisy giggled and kissed Carol’s forehead. “No, I mean, it’s today. It’s our wedding day, babe.”

Carol opened her eyes and matched Daisy’s smile. She sat up and looked out the window to see the blue sky and sunshine, just as the weather app had predicted. “Yes! How much time do we have?”

“Not much,” Daisy reminded her. “Jemma wants to know our coffee order.”

“Shit, just an Americano. I will get breakfast ready if you want to get in the shower first and then we’ll switch.”

“Sounds like a plan.” They scrambled out of bed to get ready so they could pretend like Jemma’s text hadn’t woken them up by the time their bridesmaids arrived. Daisy stopped Carol just before she walked out of the bedroom. “Hey, fiancee!”

Carol turned back and knew what was missing. She came back over and pecked a kiss to Daisy’s lips.

“That’s better,” Daisy affirmed and sent her on her way. “And don’t forget, we shouldn’t wash our hair today. She said it is easier to style when it’s not clean.”

“Got it!” Carol called, already on her way to the kitchen for a bowl of her usual granola, berries, and yogurt.

They were miraculously both dressed in button-up shirts (so they didn’t ruin their hair and makeup by taking off a shirt over their heads) by the time Jemma and Maria arrived, but only just. Their dresses, shoes, accessories, the marriage license, and the ring boxes were all ready to go and had been for days, but Daisy kept thinking of travel things they might need on the honeymoon and Carol debated how many water bottles they would need for the day and quizzed Jemma and Maria on emergency kit items (sewing kit with safety pins? Band-aids? Phone charger? Protein bars?).

“Carol.” Jemma gently took the bride by the arms. “We love you. But I am literally a trauma unit physician. And Maria’s an Air Force flying ace. I promise. We are prepared.”

Maria called to the bedroom, “Daisy May Coulson, you’ve got 10 seconds!”

“Coming!” she shouted back, mentally running through her checklist with her hands to her head. She gathered the last remaining items for the wedding and zipped the bag for the honeymoon. They would stop by on their way from the reception to the hotel downtown to grab their luggage.

Maria cleared her throat. “Did you know there is a hot blonde lesbian in your living room who wants to marry you, preferably today?”

Daisy appeared on cue. “Well, you should have mentioned that earlier.”

Finally ready, they carried everything they needed for the wedding to the car and headed to the salon.

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The salon was bustling with activity. Normal customers and the other stylists chatted away until they saw the bridal party grow and so many women around one chair or hanging around.

“Let’s start with the brides. Daisy, come on up.” The stylist, Carla, gestured to the chair.

As soon as Daisy sat down, the shop turned its attention to Carla’s customers.

“Ooo, brides?” asked one older woman. “Who is getting married here?”

Carol raised her hand and then gestured between herself and Daisy. “We are!”

Jemma spoke up, “We’re the bridesmaids, violinist, and mother of the bride.” She pointed to Maria, Elena, and Melinda.

Congratulations and questions continued throughout the hair appointment, making the time go faster.

Carla’s coworker Shanae did the bridesmaids’ hair, then Elena and Melinda, while Daisy and Carol were with Carla. In the end, Daisy’s hair was pulled back in a low bun with a few loose curls framing her face. Carol’s was down in full elegant curls, pulled back to one side by the silver and gold swirl barrette they each had. Daisy’s went above her bun, Jemma’s accented the side of an updo, Elena’s covered the tiny elastic band at the convergence of her half-braided/half-down style, and Maria’s and Melinda’s were pinned to the side.

The hairspray cloud and shop full of chattering women were in full swing by the time the door opened to reveal Carol’s aunts.

“I’m here for the wedding,” Aunt Wendy told the receptionist and pointed with her folded aviator sunglasses to the gang around Carla and Shanae’s chairs. Aunt Victoria followed in amusement as Carol turned her attention from discussions of where to clip her hair accessory to see who had walked in.

“Aunt Wendy!” She jumped up and threw her arms around her. Though they had spent comparatively little time in person together, it just felt right to hug today, especially after others in the shop had asked about the “other” mother of the bride in cautious and diplomatic curiosity.

Carol introduced Wendy and Victoria to the rest of the shop, feeling by now like she knew the other customers and stylists as friends. Eventually, they returned Carol to her task, and Aunt Wendy leaned in behind Carol to help. Their eyes met in the mirror as Wendy clipped the barrette into place.

“There,” Wendy said simply.

“Exactly,” Carol confirmed. Her heart swelled at the motherly placement of Aunt Wendy’s hands on her shoulders and the proud look in those piercing Lawson family eyes in the mirror. On Carol’s mother, they had been calculating, a tool to appear innocent and sincere, but always with an agenda behind them. On Aunt Wendy, they were fae-like, as if she could see right through to Carol’s heart and dare her to courage and hope. On today of all days, especially.

Shanae styled Victoria’s dark hair and red streaks into loose waves. They rested on her blazer lapels with grace and dignity. Wendy’s wild silver and white short hair, in contrast, was tamed into an orderly style except for one side-swept lock that fell in defiance across her forehead.

When they were done and moving over to the makeup tables, Daisy poked Carol and pointed in Wendy’s direction. Wendy was back thanking the stylists and conversing with the other customers still, with her hands casually in her pockets, just the way Carol always stood.

“They say women become their mothers,” Daisy said, “but I think I already know which family member you’ll be like.”

Melinda leaned in. “The mother thing is true for other people though.”

“Oh yeah?” Daisy asked with a twinkle in her eye. “Know anyone that might apply to?”

Melinda sent her a silent raised eyebrow.

“Good,” Daisy confirmed. Melinda’s telling look melted into pride.

Carol started to comment on how Daisy’s silent looks were a perfect mirror of Melinda’s, but the stylists were set up for makeup time. At tables usually used for manicures sat colorful rows and rows of powders and creams and sticks and brushes for each skin tone and style. And they had plenty to factor in.

Shanae made the comment, “Y’all look like a whole diversity panel or somethin’. I love it. We get to use a lot of these beautiful shades today.”

Jemma laughed. “We are a bit of a walking professional women’s summit as well. I’m a medical doctor, and we’ve got an Air Force pilot, a cybersecurity expert, a spacecraft engineer, an attorney, and a university track and field coach.”

Victoria added, “And a fuel systems engineer and a CFO. I’ll let you guess which of us is which.”

“Damn.” Shanae nodded, impressed. “So I’ll call y’all when my daughter has a career day at school.”

“Anytime,” Maria confirmed. “My daughter, Monica, likes me to come for science week and bring my gear and a remote control drone for them to fly around.”

Carla and Shanae realized the other stylists and customers had followed them over to the makeup tables and were staying around even after their appointments were done.

“Hey girls,” Carla proposed, “what if we get out the wine from the breakroom and give these ladies a toast for their wedding day?”

The other stylists enthusiastically agreed. Once all the makeup was done and hair was confirmed to be holding in place, they poured little clear plastic cups for all in the shop with enough wine for a proper toast.

“May your love last forever,” Shanae started.

“And may you always know joy. To Daisy and Carol! Cheers!” Carla finished. The rest repeated the “cheers” and clinked their plastic cups together before they drank.

Jemma noted it was time to get to the chapel. They paid out and said their goodbyes before piling into a caravan of vehicles. Maria made sure everyone had a ride as Jemma checked that all the drivers had the address, and they were off to the venue.

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Nadia had a quick lunch ready for them, which they ate in a hurry before Bobbi’s call times for various group photos. When they were finished eating, the dresses were up next on the agenda. Bobbi shot a few photos of the bridal gowns hanging side by side in the dressing room built for bridal parties like this. She stayed out of the way as they swapped their street clothes for their formal wear and picked back up her camera again when they were nearly done, getting photos of Melinda zipping up Daisy’s dress and of Wendy zipping up Carol’s. While the older women helped the brides put on their heels, Bobbi also got shots of the others applying their lipstick in the mirror and helping each other put on the finishing touches.

When they were all ready, they met up with the men. In the other dressing room, Mack, Phil, and Fitz had been donning their suits and dress shoes.

Mack and Fitz smiled as they saw their wives dressed up, and Elena and Jemma returned their compliments to see their husbands so handsome. The florist’s assistant brought over their flowers, and the wives pinned boutonnieres on their husbands’ lapels before taking their own bouquets from the assistant’s cart.

Phil, though, teared up seeing his baby girl in her full bridal beauty. Melinda shook her head at his sentimentality but soothed her hand across his back.

“You can’t cry,” Daisy urged, “or you’ll set me off before we even start the ceremony!”

Phil laughed and took her hands. “I want to hug you, but I’m afraid to mess up your makeup or hair or something. You look so grown up. When did that happen?”

Daisy smiled softly. Their moment was interrupted by Hunter, urging everyone to move out of the lobby and into the chapel before guests started to arrive, and then they would get a few outdoors on the back side of the building near the pond, trees, and flowers. Lian and William May arrived just in time for some family photos, and it tugged at Daisy’s heart that she was so lucky to have them. Carol had no surviving grandparents due to a series of tragedies taking them too young, and Phil’s father had died when he was only nine. Daisy barely remembered Phil’s mother who had passed when Daisy was in kindergarten. Grandma Lian and Grandpa William had become all the more influential and important in their lives as a result, and Daisy knew even as they took these photos that she’d treasure the precious results of Bobbi’s work for the rest of her life.

“Wait for meeee,” came a small girl’s voice. Monica ran from her dad’s car to her mom’s side. Her fluffy lavender dress bounced in time with her natural tight curls. Maria hugged her and fixed her lavender bow, and Bobbi shot photos of just the two of them and then everyone together, with Monica as part of the wedding party with her little basket that the florist would soon fill with flower petals.

They ended up not spending much time outside since it was a warm afternoon, and they didn’t want to get sweaty before the ceremony, but they had enough to preserve the memories and Bobbi was efficient at managing their time. They returned to their dressing rooms for water, time to freshen up, and a final mirror check.

Mack knocked on the open door of the women’s dressing room to check in with the brides.

“How are we doing? All ready?” he asked.

“So ready,” Carol exhaled and took Daisy’s hand.

“Yeah,” Daisy said as she looked around at everyone, “I actually think we are. Everyone else?”

A chorus of agreement rose from behind her.

“Let’s do this,” Daisy confirmed. She beamed and squeezed Carol’s hand.

“Do you still want to sign the license as part of the ceremony?” Mack asked.

“Oh, you’ll need this,” Jemma said as she found the manila envelope with the license in Daisy and Carol’s pile of stuff and handed it to Mack. He opened the envelope and slid out the license to ensure all was in order. Jemma supplied him with three identical navy and gold pens, fitting of a formal ceremony. “We tested them all and they should work, but just in case, it’s always wise to have a backup or two.”

“Thanks,” Daisy said and turned back to Mack who read the license and looked to Carol.

“Carol Coulson, huh?” he read. “You know, it—”

“Has a ring to it, I know,” Carol finished. “It’s true, but also a good wedding pun.”

“I was going to say it fits you.” Mack slid the license back in the envelope and put the pens in his inner jacket pocket. “See you ladies at the altar.”

He looked over their heads to wink at Elena, who was warming up on her violin in the corner. She winked and blew a kiss back. She’d practiced the song with Fitz earlier in the day, so she felt prepared, but it was good to get focused before they got started. She left the dressing room to place her instrument at her place at the front of the chapel, and when she returned, she reported back that the seats were nearly full. Her mother-in-law arrived at the dressing room and handed off Alfie, dressed in his tiny toddler tuxedo.

“There’s the ring buddy,” Daisy greeted him and tickled his tummy, making him giggle.

“Ready to go?” Carol asked him and picked up the engraved wooden ring box from where it was waiting on a table with their stuff. “You and your mom are going to take these to the front of the chapel for us, remember?”

He nodded and extended his hands for the box, which held their wedding bands.

“Uh,” Elena interjected. “I’ll take those for now.”

Alfie frowned but didn’t throw a fit. They all knew he’d be plotting to steal the box at the first opportunity.

“You can hold it when we walk down the aisle,” she promised.

And he didn’t have to wait long. The entry music from their playlist—“Beautiful in White” covered by a female artist—began over the sound system, and they left the dressing room to line up at the entrance to the chapel in the lobby. All except Aunt Victoria, who snuck in the side door to take her seat inside. She opened her camera app to ensure they had a few photos to post today, since Bobbi’s and Hunter’s would take a while for them to edit and process.

One of Bobbi’s assistants ensured the members of the wedding party were standing in order, had their flowers, and remembered to walk sloooowly, especially emphasizing this to Monica, who was excitedly twirling and having to put the fallen petals back in her basket. It took all of Maria’s patience to get her quiet and still before the assistants opened the chapel doors.

Meanwhile, Melinda urged her parents to get to the front of the line. They had been having a conversation with Fitz and Phil in the lobby after the photo session and, earlier, greeting guests as they arrived. When they were in place and ready to go, the assistants opened the double doors at once, starting off the traditional pageantry of the wedding ceremony. William, dashing in his suit and boutonniere, walked down the aisle with the always-noble Lian on one arm and Melinda on the other. When they neared the front, Melinda showed them their assigned seats next to spots for herself and Phil.

Next came little Alfie holding the wood ring box high for the guests to see, closely followed by Elena and Mack. As Mack took his place front and center, Elena showed Alfie to a small pile of soft toys next to his grandmother to keep him entertained and quiet during the ceremony.

Next came Monica and her flower petals, elegantly distributed down the aisle. The guests smiled at how seriously she took her job, but she took the positive attention as approval and held her head as high as a princess on parade, giving a royal wave when she was finished, and plopped down onto the first row. Maria followed her daughter in loving amusement and took her place to the right. Jemma and Fitz followed, arm in arm, and Jemma mirrored Maria’s position to the left as Fitz took his place at the piano.

With everyone else in place, the recorded music stopped, and Fitz took a centering breath and gave his fingers a final stretch. The chapel full of guests settled into anticipatory silence. He glanced to the open doorway at the end of the aisle, and Carol and Wendy nodded the go-ahead. He positioned his hands and began to play the wedding march with all its ceremonial pomp and flourishes. All the guests stood on cue and turned to face the back, watching Carol and her aunt walk down the aisle, arm-in-arm. With all eyes in the room on her, Carol gripped her bouquet with sweaty palms and kept her focus on getting to the front without tripping. Mack smiled softly, and it helped calm her racing pulse. At the end of the aisle, Wendy patted Carol’s arm in reassurance as she let go and took her spot standing by Maria.

While Wendy escorted Carol, Phil whispered to Daisy, “I am so proud of you.”

“I love you,” Daisy whispered back, tears already welling up.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered back. He held out his arm and Daisy looped her arm under it and over in proper form. They stood up straighter as they stepped up to the entrance and the crowd’s attention turned their way. It was their turn to go.

Daisy caught the eyes of several long-time friends as she surveyed the crowd. But it only took a few seconds for her to lock on to Carol’s worshipful gaze. Her heart pounded as they drew closer. After what seemed like an eternity, despite the chapel’s small size in reality, they were face to face once more, and Phil stepped off to the side by Jemma.

“Breathe,” Carol quietly reminded Daisy, and they inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath together. They both seemed to glow with the fairytale bliss of bridal radiance.

When the song ended, Mack gestured to Melinda and Victoria to join their spouses in front of him and the brides. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Carol and Daisy in wedded matrimony. Who stands as witnesses with these brides today?”

“We do,” the parents, aunts, and bridesmaids said in unison. It was Carol’s turn to tear up at the love surrounding them.

“Do you pledge to support this couple in their newly wedded life, continuing to stand beside them as they enter their marriage, growing in love as friends and family?”

“We do.”

“Thank you,” Mack said, signaling to them that the parents and aunts could return to their seats. “Carol and Daisy, you are embarking on a new journey together, but you are not alone. Your love will flourish and endure, rooted in the love of all of these witnesses surrounding you.”

Mack continued, speaking to the mutuality of partnerships, how they would be each other’s home no matter where they went, and how their marriage would be a beacon of love into the world. He urged them on to virtues like patience and forgiveness, trust and fidelity, gentleness and generosity, and strength and courage.

Then it was time for their part.

Mack said, “I believe you have each prepared a statement of commitment to each other?”

Carol handed her bouquet to Maria and pulled a folded piece of paper out of her dress pocket.

“My darling, my Daisy.” She had to pause and swallow back the emotion that overtook her as she looked up from the paper into Daisy’s teary, adoring eyes. “An old joke compares marriage to a ball and chain, but you are my freedom. It couldn’t have been anyone else for me but you. You have given me not just yourself but a way for me to be fully myself. I love and pledge myself to every piece of you, all you have been and will become. Until my last breath, I have, I do, and I will.”

When she was done, she stored her paper in her pocket again. It took everything in her not to kiss Daisy too soon.

Daisy handed her flowers to Jemma and dabbed at her tears carefully with her fingertips. She retrieved her paper from her dress pocket and unfolded it.

“Ohhh, my Carol,” she began, with voice trembling. She took a breath and started again. “My Carol. I am in awe of you every day. You make me a better person, and it is an honor to be yours forever. You have already loved me beyond my wildest dreams. I love and pledge myself to every version of you—the incredible person you have been and everything you will become. Until my last breath, I have, I do, and I will.”

Daisy returned her paper to her pocket and took Carol’s hands without any prompting from Mack. They steadied each other emotionally, which they needed to get through the vows.

Mack cleared his throat softly before beginning and they realized he had gotten teary as well.

“Repeat after me: I, Carol Jane Danvers,” Mack prompted.

“I, Carol Jane Danvers,” she repeated.

“Take thee, Daisy May Coulson, to be my lawfully wedded wife. ”

“Take thee, Daisy May Coulson, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“To have and to hold, from this day forward…”

“For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as we both shall live.”

At Mack’s instruction, Daisy repeated the same vows.

“And may we have the rings?” Mack beckoned to his son, and Daisy and Carol stepped apart. Alfie started to run up but remembered the ring box and turned around, grabbed the box in both tiny hands, and ran to his dad between the brides. Mack leaned down and whispered, “Thank you,” but Alfie grabbed on tight to his dad’s legs until Elena coaxed him back to his seat. The comedic relief was perfectly timed.

Mack stood up and opened the ring box with the two bands.

“Daisy, please place the ring on Carol’s finger and repeat after me.”

Daisy carefully pulled out Carol’s wedding band and took Carol’s left hand. She slid it down to Carol’s engagement ring and kept her fingers there as she repeated the promise.

“I give you this ring as a token of my love, that I will honor and cherish you each day we are given. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Carol’s hand was steady in Daisy’s, but the rest of her ached to hold her tight. She had to stay focused for a little while longer.

“Carol,” Mack turned to her and the brides switched hands. “Please place the ring on Daisy’s finger and repeat after me.”

Carol took Daisy’s wedding band from the box and slid it to wrap around Daisy’s engagement ring. It hadn’t looked incomplete before, but seeing the set together on her finger seemed more complete now. She supposed that was like marriage. They had already been complete as partners and individuals, but now as a married couple, there was another kind of complete-ness to it somehow. Later, she’d think about it as the poetry of physics, but for now, she was supposed to be saying something aloud.

“I give you this ring as a token of my love, that I will honor and cherish you each day we are given. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Mack stepped over to the antique polished wood table with their candles, and the brides followed. A thin lavender candle and a thin navy candle stood burning on each side of an unlit thick white candle swirled with silver and gold. Daisy picked up the lavender candle in front of her and Carol followed suit with the navy one.

Mack explained, “Carol and Daisy have chosen these candles to represent their union. They each bring unique strengths, gifts, and personalities as individuals. Those identities will not be erased by their marriage, but their marriage will help them shine brighter together.”

He nodded and the brides took that as their cue to light the candle in the middle. They tilted their individual burning candles to the wick of the larger one and it caught flame. Daisy sent Carol a subtle eyebrow raise that said, “Remember not to blow it out.” And Carol gave the tiniest nod back. They set their candles on the table as Fitz and Elena began to play their piano and violin duet of “She Keeps Me Warm” by Mary Lambert.

Carol took in the crowd for the first time. She’d been so focused on Daisy and on getting her lines right that she’d hardly noticed the rest of the full house beyond the wedding party. Friends and colleagues from every season of her life and Daisy’s had come. She remembered being a teenager in her bedroom, hating everything about herself, just knowing that she was unlovable and alone in the world. But here was not only her bride and found family and aunts and goddaughter, but a whole room of loved ones celebrating her marriage to the woman of her dreams.

One face in particular, though, stopped her heart. He came. Her quiet, intensely introverted brother was sitting in the back near the door. He gave a little wave.

She tried to subtly wave back and mouthed, “Hi.” A few people noticed and turned around, which sent him staring at the ground for a few seconds until they faced the front again, but she knew from his calm, relaxed posture that he’d stay and wasn’t itching to run out the door.

Aunt Wendy noticed the exchange and winked at Carol when they caught each other’s attention. Wendy would catch him after the ceremony and make sure Carol got a chance to say hello.

The song ended and Mack laid the marriage license and pens out on the table.

“Could I have the bridesmaids join us, please, to sign as witnesses?” Mack invited. Maria and Jemma joined the three of them at the table. “With the signing of this paper, the state officially recognizes your marriage, and with this ceremony, your community witnesses and celebrates it.”

They took turns signing as Fitz started playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D on the piano. Out of everyone in the room, only Daisy knew that Carol had been practicing her new signature. Daisy had caught her one day doodling it on a Post-It in her office instead of working and had surprised her with brightly colored pens for them to play with at home, writing their new titles and names over and over in every color like schoolgirls—at first on paper, and then on each other.

When everyone had signed, they returned to the center of the stage area in front of the aisle.

Mack smiled as he said in conclusion, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Mrs. and Mrs. Coulson. You may now kiss your bride.” He stepped aside and applauded along with the crowd.

Carol’s hands grabbed Daisy’s hips as Daisy’s hands flew to Carol’s upper arm on the crowd side (that Bobbi was shooting photos from) and Carol’s cheek on the other. Later, Carol marveled that Daisy had had the foresight to not block the view of their kiss from the camera, but Daisy admitted she’d had to think about it strategically to keep from kissing Carol throughout the ceremony.

In the moment, though, they kissed as long as decorum in front of all their loved ones would allow. Carol started to pull away, but Daisy couldn’t help but extend it a second longer, causing some in the crowd to whoop and laugh. Daisy blushed deep pink as they parted and faced their guests.

Mack spoke up once more. “The newlywedded couple invites you to join them for dinner and dancing in the reception hall. As you exit, take a left, and go through the double doors. Seating is not assigned at any of the round tables. And yes, there will be cake.”

The crowd chuckled.

Mack held up a hand in benediction. “As you each leave from this place, may you remember the love you have witnessed here today and the love you have been given in your own lives. May you bring that love with you as you go out into the world. Go in peace.”

Their playlist resumed through the speakers with “I’d Be Your Wife,” another Mary Lambert song, but this one with a more playful tone.

The brides practically ran back up the aisle (as best they could in their heels), giggling hand in hand and forgetting to get their bouquets back from their bridesmaids before exiting.

The rest of the bridal party followed. Back in the dressing room, they had a bit of time to breathe, rest, and refresh as guests made their way over to the reception room.

Monica hopped over to where Daisy and Carol sat on a floral faux-Victorian couch. “Did you like how I did the flowers?” She mimed tossing them out of her now-empty basket.

“You were wonderful, Lieutenant Trouble,” Carol teased and swooped her into her lap.

“You did a really good job,” Daisy said sincerely. “Thank you so much.”

Monica beamed proudly and Daisy booped her little nose. Monica caught her finger and kissed her fingertip. “That’s from me to you.” She placed Daisy’s finger on Daisy’s cheek.

“Aww,” Daisy and Carol laughed.

Monica tilted her head, “Auntie Daisy, are you my godmother too now that you married Auntie Carol?”

Daisy smiled. “If you want me to be.”

“Yes,” Monica said with her finger to her jaw in consideration. “I think that will do nicely.”

The women all laughed at her precociousness, but it was time to head to the reception. Maria, Monica, Elena, Mack, and Alfie left first. Fitz knocked on the door, and Jemma checked with the brides to see if they needed anything else. Just as she and Fitz left, Melinda, Phil, Wendy, and Victoria showed up with Bobbi not far behind. Bobbi squeezed in past them all and pulled out a bottle of champagne she’d nicked from the bar when they were setting up in the reception hall.

She passed around plastic champagne flutes and photographed them toasting, chatting, and embracing.

“It was perfect,” Wendy sighed. She turned to Carol. “Steve said he will stay for the dance, and…”

A knock interrupted them. The man in question peeked through the open doorway.

“Steve!” Carol put down her champagne, ran to her brother, and threw her arms around him. He froze for a moment and then hugged her back. She realized Phil and Melinda had never met him, at least not formally. She pulled away and made introductions. “And you know Daisy,” she concluded.

He smiled and the family resemblance was striking. “I remember back when you were the cute girl in her dorm she was afraid to talk to.”

“Oh c’mon,” Carol groaned.

“Ooo, you had a crush on me,” Daisy teased.

“We’re literally married!” Carol replied and they all laughed.

“Hey.” Steve placed a gentle hand on Carol’s shoulder. “I have a question for you.” He tilted his head to the doorway.

Carol agreed and stepped out, with a glance to Daisy. “I’ll be right back.”

Daisy and the family drank their champagne and chatted as they waited.

Out in the hall, Steve had more courage. “I know I haven’t really been there for you.”

“No, hey, I get it,” Carol interrupted.

“Just…” Steve closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “Just let me say sorry. I couldn’t stay, not with Dad like that… you know how we were. I had to get out. I thought it was best for everyone. And I didn’t really know, I didn’t want to know, how they would react…”

“When I came out,” Carol finished, understanding what he meant. She’d had to go through her teen years so alone without him as the buffer between her and her parents, and she’d resented his ability to leave, but now with reflection, she remembered clearer how bad things had been for him at home. He wasn’t just her buffer. He was a more acceptable punching bag. That had been metaphorical for Carol, but now, as an adult, she realized it had been literal for him. He’d hid it and protected her as best he could, but she couldn’t blame him for running at the first opportunity and not looking back. He’d come home for Christmas when he could, but the rest of the year was spent missing him deeply.

“If I could change anything,” he continued, “I wish I could have taken you with me. I wish we would have known about Aunt Wendy. I could have called more or something, just to make sure you were okay at home with them. When you asked me to invite them here and they cut off contact for real, I guess I woke up.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, the same dark blonde as hers.

Carol’s heart broke that he couldn’t even bear to call “them” their parents. “Honestly, I would have done the same. I was so jealous, but only because I wanted out too.”

Steve frowned. “Aren’t there father-daughter dances at weddings? I know I don’t deserve it, but would you want to dance with me instead?”

He looked away, ashamed to even be asking.

She reached up to brush his hair back into place from where he’d mussed it with his anxious habit.

“We already have the first one planned with Aunt Wendy, but there’s a second one where Daisy is going to dance with her grandpa and maybe you and I could dance for that one?”

He met her eyes again. “I can do that.”

“See you over there?” Carol asked. She could practically see his body relax at not only her acceptance of his apology but that fewer eyes would be on them for the second family dance song. In some ways, he had changed so much, so mature and direct, but in other ways, he was still the same.

“See you there,” he promised. He left for the reception and Carol stepped back into the dressing room to tell Daisy and their family members the plan for their dance.

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This is the second to last chapter. Next week will be the reception and send off because this one got so long. Then, up next, a whole new honeymoon fic!

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