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queen-scribbles · 4 months

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Since we all know I need minimal encouragement(ty Alex and Claire <3) to ramble about my children, Swallowtail family backstory incoming(mostly Orion and Minnie). :D

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Jas inherited three things from her father: green eyes, red hair, and serious wanderlust, though Orion had spent all of his shortly before the family came along.

He was part of an adventuring group, typical monster slaying/ruin delving for a handful of decades until the day they bit off more than they could chew. Ruined castle, infested with monsters, they heard. We can handle that, they said. No, we can't, they realized two dead and three wounded later. Orion was the most seriously wounded, not even conscious by the time they stumbled into the tavern in the nearest hamlet.

They got rooms for the next couple nights, got a healer to look at Orion and the less wounded. No healing magic, bc this was a very small town and the group's cleric was one of their dead. :)) With funds lower than expected since they didn't get the haul they were counting on, the healthy/walking wounded members skipped out on their tab, leaving Orion behind.

He came to a couple days later with heavily bandaged injuries, none of his friends around, and the kindly but exasperated tavernkeep informing him as the last member of the group still under his roof, Orion was responsible for the tab his "friends" ran out on. ("Some friends, if they just left ya for dead" the man groused, and he can't really argue with that)

The tavernkeep being a fair man, even if he has a business to run, offers to let Orion work it off since he has about 2 silver 3 copper to his name. They can start with very easy, light labor jobs like folding linens up to more demanding things as he feels ready, if he wants. Orion agrees--not like he has much choice since he can't exactly go anywhere and it would be dishonorable to try and weasel out. Turns out most of the bill is his room and the healer(he finds out later the tavernkeep and his wife paid for a couple extra visits; "We weren't gonna letcha die, lad") so it feels even more fair for him to work it off.

Minnie is the tavernkeep's daughter. Over the months of Orion recovering and ostensibly working off his debt, they become good friends. Orion has lots of tales from adventuring, always relayed with flair and a fond smile for the life, and Minnie an avid listener; patient and kind with his recovery, and charming besides. She falls for him first, but doesn't say anything bc she expects him to return to adventuring and move on soon as he's healed + worked off what he owes her parents. It's somewhere around the eight-month mark she slips up and says something around him, and Orion gently informs her he finished working off the debt two months ago, and was well enough to travel even before that(he does wind up with a limp, but it's not anything that would hamper traveling). The beastie that almost killed him knocked the wanderlust clean out; a more settled life sounds perfect to him now. Like, say, working at a tavern. Also, he's been sweet on her for a while, too, and just too tongue-tied to figure out how to tell her.

So they court, get married, take over the tavern when her parents are ready to retire. Orion has some fairly impressive scars he's always happy to spin a tale about. He has it perfected to enrapture any audience. Minnie knows running a business inside and out, charming customers and smoothing ruffled feathers with ease.

And then come The Girls. Delilah first, Maren a couple years later. When Mila follows, Orion starts joking about being outnumbered and when Magdala and Jasiri arrive in quick succession it turns to playful resignation. By the time Avalee joined the throng, it wasn't even a surprise. xD All the girls adore their daddy, even if Maren and Jas take after him the most, constantly asking for stories and piggyback rides. Delilah and Avalee are momma's girls, Mila and Magdala intent on forging their own paths--though they both have a fair bit of both parents in them.

They're a close knit group, the Swallowtails, though with Orion's wanderlust in their genes, it's not really a surprise when half of the girls turn to the adventuring life. They always wander back home from time to time. Until Jas gets her own kingdom and an angel boyfriend. All the sisters have accomplishments to their names, some further afield and some closer to home. All of them love each other. All of them make their parents proud.

(Minnie, Delilah, and Avalee are "civilian" enough I wouldn't give them offical D&D/Pathfinder classes, BUT I'd say Orion's a Ranger(Gloom stalker), Maren's a Bard, Mila's a Fighter, and Mags and Jas are both Clerics.)

#weeeee backstory ramble #jasiri swallowtail #'s family backstory #now i need to get tristian to meet this clan bc they'll overwhelm him in the best way possible

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weavewilled · 9 months

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"Excuse me?" asked a young half-elven man, short but lithe in stature. He pushes back his dirty blond fringe, wide hazel eyes friendly in greeting if not just slightly confused from being turned around. "Do you know where the nearest tavern is? New stomping ground and all gets a man a little turned around." (introducing Avalore Avalee, whispers bard adventurer for hire!) —— @heartheaded

IT'S NO WONDER SOMEONE WOULD GET LOST: the city streets positively hum with activity. Merchants hawking wares on every corner, colorful stalls propped in every conceivable unoccupied corner. Actual storefronts are open, the narrow street running between a cacophony of bodies and smells — burned hide from the tannery, perfumed florals from the tailors, the waft of alchemy from the apothecary.

He’s often asked for direction. He doesn’t know why; maybe it’s because he’s tall, maybe it’s because he’s dressed in vibrant purples that stand out amidst the rabble. He doesn’t come down here too often these days — his condition makes dealing with crowds and stress to be less than ideal.

His familiar has come out with him, but she’s haunting the rooftops far above — the tressym has been chasing birds and admiring the views, and her joy — shared through their bond — at being out and about is worth braving the crush. Either way: he’s a little distracted by her hunter’s thrill when he’s near bumped into.

❝ A little turned around? If you’re only a little turned around in this mess, you’re doing better than most. ❞ He grins just a little. ❝ You’re just lucky enough that I happen to know a thing or two about this —— ❞ And he wrinkles his nose as a tiefling muttering apologies squeezes by, jostling him a little. ❝ —— this illustrious city. Nearest is the Puzzling Pig down the way, but the only puzzling thing about that place is it’s still in business. I’m headed towards a better one if you like. ❞

#main verse tag tba.#heartheaded #( HI THIS GOT LONG SORRY )

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klmkreations · 2 years

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hiraethhanamisys · 5 years

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"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic." - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Avalee Day from @candilanderz

#art #digital drawing #drawing #anime #artist #artists on tumblr #aesthetic #artwork #my art #pink #ibispaintx #ibispaintapp #candilanderz #avalee day #cotton candy #cotton candy wisp #highschool

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identity5750 · 5 years

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Lostwight's Avalee Day from Candilanderz

#Candilanderz #Lostwight #Wight #Wurmz #Avalee Day

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socialdistancingspringawakening · 4 years

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Cast List!

First I will just say: you all did not make this easy, and I mean that in the best possible way. It was an absolute delight to see all the submissions come in, and even more so to get to listen to all of you sing. I’m really sorry that I couldn’t include everyone (once all the speaking roles were cast, there weren’t enough people left over for an ensemble), but I really hope that everyone who auditioned has a wonderful rest of their week.

Without further ado:

Melchior: @feeedmeseymour aka @sunnysideuupp

Wendla: @illegal-blindness aka @fraulinegrossebustenhalter

Moritz: @choking-onholywater

Ilse: @connormurphy98

Hanschen: @mari-annawheelan

Martha: @bisexual-evanhansen (me)

Ernst: @manonblaccbeak

Thea: @glgrdsklechhh4

Georg: @ripyrrha

Anna: @perenellepotter

Otto: @cesare-sleeps

Adult Women: Avalee (no Tumblr handle)

Adult Men: @thequeercomrade0

I will be privately reaching out to each of the above over the next day to invite them to the Discord.

#sdsa2020

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coqucttcs · 4 years

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「courtney eaton; cisfemale; she/her; pansexual」❛ ✦ ﾟ*・AVALEE TUA is a 24 year old TEACHING ASSISTANT that works in THE ART DEPARTMENT. It has been stated that they are +CAREFUL && +CREATIVE, but they can also be -NEEDY && -JEALOUS. they happen to be into DADDY KINK && HUMILIATION, but won’t do TOILET PLAY && FOOT FETISH.❜

actual angel avalee. so here’s the deal. i suck at intros. like... legitimately suck at them. so i’m going to give you the quickest of low-downs on avalee, and the rest will be developed through play!

avalee always loved art. she’s been obsessed with finger pantings and clay and crayons since before she could talk. her parents were generally pretty encouraging of this, and when she wanted to go to a private arts school for high school, her parents thought... well, we’ll make it work.

she did. she excelled. she also got her first boyfriend and she fell so deeply in love with him that it made her lovesick. maybe she clung on a little too tightly, because he left her after a few months, and she was heartbroken. not too long after, she fell in love with the most beautiful girl she’d ever met; they, too, had a whirlwind romance that ended in heartbreak.

see the trend here? avalee is a total serial monogamist, though she believes that true love is out there. she looks for it in the wrong places sometimes, and the slightest bit of attention can have her sopping wet.

avalee graduated from sunshine university with an art degree and immediately applied to be a teaching assistant. she’s grateful to the opportunity and considers it a chance to really learn and hone her abilities. cutie patootie to the nth degree.

i’d love some prior relationships for her. current art mentors. someone she can fall in love with, whether it’s reciprocated or not (look, gimme an unrequited puppy-love plot, i’m here for that trope all day every day). just generally hit me up for some love for avalee!

#sunshinc:intro

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animustuidos · 4 years

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More Amino dump (more recent drawings)

Here's some more amino drawings I did.

1) My pocky hapry I got from an adoptable

2) my Christmas pfp

3) a chibi fanart of avalee day

4) a chibi drawing of fiona

5) my ice cream kitsune oc Alicia

6) drawing of Monna's ability

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hahnfamily · 2 years

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Image descriptions: Four photos, all of plants. One plant is a red geranium in a pot on a table, one is a small pink rose bush in the ground, one is of two house plants side by side and one is of a small cactus in a dog’s food bowl with a dog collar around it with a tag on it that says ‘Punkie.’

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Back in 2009, when my grandma Avalee died, I brought a red geranium from her service back to Wichita with me. Red was her favorite color. From July of that year through the fall of 2012, I nurtured it and kept it alive, even through a move to another state. In the winter of 2012, I had a newborn and, in my state of overwhelm, could not figure out where to get potting soil to re-pot it and it died. I was very sad and a little ashamed but just knew that grandma would understand. I vowed that one day I would get another one.

Back in 2016, when I had the miscarriage, I received a pink rose bush as a beautiful gesture of sympathy. That rose bush became very meaningful to me but when life threw a curveball a little over a year later and we had to move, I couldn’t bring it with us. I suffered guilt about that, like I was leaving something behind that I should be bringing along. I vowed that I would one day get another one.

I have shared before that I find joy in nurturing plants that have connections to loved ones who have passed. I used to put pressure on myself to keep these plants thriving, because I was misguided in where I was putting the value. I was placing my value in my ability to nurture these plants and, if I couldn’t keep them alive, what would that say about me? What would it say about what those they are connected to meant in my life? If I failed to keep them alive, it was like I was failing the spirit of the person I had the plant in memory of.

Upon some reflection, I have come to realize that I never should have carried guilt or shame about ‘failing’ those plants. Failure is outcome-based and, to be honest, the outcome is rarely where we should place our value. The care and effort that we put into what we are doing should be where we put our focus. There is hard work and talent but there is also privilege, hardship, good luck and bad luck and outcomes are rarely solely in our hands.

Nurturing these plants refreshes my soul because, in doing so, I am nurturing beautiful things that exist inside of me. Memories, virtues and values that I connect with the souls that come to mind when I do so. It is a practice of going inside of myself and saying ‘Those souls meant a lot to you and the parts of you that came from those relationships are important. Connecting with them daily is a commitment to holding onto pieces of yourself that you value and don’t want to lose.’

Seeing them thrive makes me happy and not because I kept them alive but because of the fact that every inch of growth has come with numerous remembrances and reflections that have connected me to myself. It can be challenging to connect with ourselves sometimes but I know that it is when I am connected to myself that I am connected to God.

So welcome to the party, Geranium and Rose. I’m happy for you to join Ike, Virginia and Punkulent and I look forward to nurturing your growth as you nurture mine.

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royalbirthchamber · 7 years

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Debt of Vengeance - Part I

**As promised: the first part of something new which I hope you all enjoy! Any and all feedback appreciated!**

Sybil sat before the door of her chambers and waited. She could hear them coming, him coming, from corridors away. The entire palace was almost empty save for the handful of loyal guards, such fools. Her father, King Omsa, dead in his throne room with a knife in his hand and a slit throat. Her ladies were gone as well. Now, after two years of bloody war against an otherworldy foe, it was all coming to an end.

She sighed.

Twenty years old. A virtual prisoner of her father's, the only child yet a useless princess with no claim to the throne. Her mother had died six years earlier from illness and the King...His lust and pride had started this mess and Sybil was to witness the end. Her only consolation was the chance that her death would be swift. Perhaps he would should her that mercy. She could only hope.

They were in the corridor to her chambers now. She felt his footsteps as he neared - each step heavy with determination. Sybil steeled herself and sat with as much regal poise as she could muster the grand doors violently flew open and the mountainous form of her adversary appeared.

Malchior ...

The princess had never seen him but had hear all sorts of stories about him. He was not of this world but instead ruled what they called the Five Realms: the lands of magick and strange, occult entities and creatures. It was the font where all mages, wizards, magi, witches, and sorcerers gained their powers, where summoners could bring forth powerful beasts of unimaginable proportions-both holy and evil. It was also where one would invoke the names of powerful lords and beg for their assistance in the matters of power or wisdom...or vengeance. Over all these lords, beasts, oracles, spirits, and guardians reigned Malchior their emperor. They said he had the body of lion and the head of a dragon, that he was ensconced in a halo of prismatic fire, that to look upon would turn the bravest warrior into dust...He was something to be feared by mortal men for he and his armies could easily conquer the world should he choose fit.

Standing before Sybil was no chimera or holy fire but mountain of a man garbed in platinum and maroon armor polished to rival any mirror. He easily stood almost two feet over her and she assumed what lie under his battle gear was solid muscle. His jaw was square and his face pale fierce with long locks the same color of dark blood which now coagulated under the dead king. The emperor radiated power and awe; Sybil did everything in her power not to cower in fear at his feet. No, she would face her death as dignity as befitting a princess.

Malchior stood before her, motionless as he gazed upon the young woman. Sybil return his look and waited for him to speak; why did he not make his move? His expression betrayed nothing but for a moment she almost imagined a slight hesitation in him. No, she must have been mistaken for as soon as Sybil noticed it the warrior king slowly entered her chambers and approached her. She did not rise but remained seated, her face raised in regal defiance to meet his gaze. Behind him stood four of his men, giant as well but not as their ruler.

Finally the emperor spoke.

" Sybil, Princess of the Kingdom of Roliam, only child of the late King Omsa the Sixth and Queen Avalee, last in the royal line," his voice, though low, matched him in power and fierceness. Sybil said nothing, mainly out of fear but also out of stubbornness. She would not let him scare her, not in front of his men. Malchior narrowed his eyes and continued. " Your kingdom has fallen, your father's sins have brought ruin to your House, and now it is time settle this debt."

Sybil swallowed and tried to sound brave. " Be quick about it, then! I'll not die a coward like my father but I won't allow you to torture me like a common criminal."

"Death," he replied, " is not what I seek."

Now it was Sybil's turn to pause. She eyed the demigod with sharp suspicion; if not her head then what could the demigod want as payment?

" I do not follow; what else is there?"

" You know why this war began, what King Omsa so violently stole..." Malchior's voice trailed off as his body began to quake with wraith. Sybil simply nodded in response.

Thyra...

Once upon a time, when Sybil was only sixteen and her mother now dead, King Omsa desired the hand of Princess Thyra, Duchess of Carnath to be his queen and give him the sons desired. She renowned for beauty, grace, wit, and every other virtue known and it was she who Omsa craved. Thyra, however, refused his hand. She, as well as the entire court, knew of his lecherous, cruel heart and remembered the poor late queen's sufferings. Instead the duchess surprised everyone by choosing to wed Emperor Malchior and join him in the Otherlands, becoming his crowned empress and beloved wife.

King Omsa, naturally, was furious.

His mind was slowly consumed by the need for vengeance, occupying every thought and moment to the point of madness. When news reached him through spies and gossip that the new empress was carrying Malchior's child the mad king finally descended into darkness. Sybil remembered seeing the trio of magi called to the palace. They were dressed in hooded robes of crimson, their faces obscured in darkness, and a curious spiked sigil embroidered on the back. Her father disappeared with the warlocks into his chambers and remained there for a week without any word. Every corner of the palace exuded an ominous presence as Sybil and the rest of the court waited in dreadful anticipation for the king's reappearance. Nobles and courtiers whispered in frightened tones what Omsa planned, but Sybil simply waited with her ladies...

When the king reappeared he announced that 'honor had been restored to his House and name' and then laughed manically. At first there was only confusion but soon news reached the capitol...

Thyra was dead, killed by an assassin's dagger laced with a violent poison. After three days of agonizing pain the heavily pregnant empress died along with her unborn son, leaving Malchior in a state of paralyzing grief. It was only a matter of time before the emperor found out who contracted a deal with some entity of the Otherlands and ordered the murder of his wife and child...Only a matter of time before the great war broke out...

And now Sybil sat before the widowed ruler. She could not blame him for going to war over such an act but what else but her own death would set things right? She slowly rose from her simple throne and stood before Malchior, who still loomed over her petite figure.

" I am at your mercy...though, I'm not sure what else besides my death-"

" My wife and heir were violently taken from me," Malchior interrupted; he had no time for her diplomacy. " I am owed a wife, more importantly I'm owed an heir!"

She froze at those final words: surely he didn't mean to...? Sybil narrowed her eyes as he continued.

"You are to be my consort and provide an heir to my empire. What Omsa has taken by force I shall do the same."

The princess stood in shock as his words rang in her ears. Consort...heir...She slowly backed away from the demigod and steadied herself by grabbing the back of her chair. She tried to find her voice, to protest Malchior's insane demands.

" You're mad! As mad as my father!" her voice was a soft hiss but the emperor heard her. " Be your consort? Bear your children?! What kind of relationship would you expect us to have? I could never...feel any affection for you!"

A bitter look crossed Malchior's face and his eyes darkened.

" Don't expect any notion of 'love' or 'affection' as my consort, princess: the only love I have sleeps in the tombs of my wife and son. Your duty is to replace what was taken...nothing more, nothing less."

" A loveless 'marriage'," Sybil spat with acidity, " All because you say you're owed a wife and an heir!"

" All because your father took them from me to begin with!" Malchior roared. He stormed up to the defiant princess, towering over her slight frame, and glared at her eyes of raged. She expected him to knock her to the ground or strike her down as he had done earlier to the palace guards. Terror filled her heart but she refused to show it. Don't let this unholy tyrant see your fear! She told herself and Sybil returned his look with stubborn defiance.

"Why bother with marrying me?" she mocked, "A real conqueror would have simply raped their prize and kept her prisoner until she bore an heir. Why didn't you do the same when you forced your way in here? I'm alone, my father is dead, and my kingdom taken. Go ahead, rape me as punishment for my father's sins!"

She wasn't too sure but she thought she detected the slightest flinch in Malchior's eyes. An all-powerful demigod, Emperor of the Five Realms of Magick, leading an army of infernal and ethereal entities to wage war against one of the most strongest, mortal kingdoms...and afraid to violate a simple princess with the same fury he unleashed on her people?

" I...am...not...a foul monster," Malchior slowly replied, "I am not...like your father." His low voice seemed to make the whole chamber rumble. "Besides, my heir must be of legitimate birth in order to take my throne. Be lucky, princess, that the rules were not different." Sybil snorted with disgust and continued to keep up her brave facade, positive he could see the terror trembling in her hands.

" What if I refuse? Since you're being such a gentlemen about this, I'm assuming I have a say in the matter."

"Then I kill everyone in your kingdom: the innocents, the children, the old...the people who had nothing to do with this war. I will spill every single drop of blood within these borders."

She recoiled in horror at his words. "I thought you said you weren't a foul monster!"

" I'm not, princess, but I am owed a debt and you can make a choice: either sacrifice yourself for your people or the people for your freedom." Malchior raised an eyebrow in mockery. " It's really not a hard decision to make, Sybil."

She looked at the lord with violence in her eyes. " I hate you, Malchior!" she hissed but he simply returned the words with a quiet, cold satisfaction.

He had his victory.

#fiction #fantasy fiction #a debt of vengeance

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daniellerwriter · 4 years

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The Dragon Head of Hong Kong by Ian Hamilton

A female led action-mystery set in Hong Kong? Heck yes! #bookreview #avalee #ianhamilton #dragonheadofhongkong

4/5 stars. ebook, 166 pages. Read from August 4 to August 9, 2020.

I stumbled across this read while browsing the Kobo store one day and was intrigued by the title and description. I’ve been in living in Hong Kong for nearly five years now and I love to read and watch films that are set here, finding thrill at recognising the cities landmarks and skyline. While I don’t read a lot of mystery or…

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#4 star #action #ava lee #canadian #chinese canadian #dragon head of hong kong #forensic accounting #hong kong #hong kong canadian #ian hamilton #mystery #prequel #Read 2020 #toronto

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mumknowsbestaus · 5 years

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Avie-Lee Rose at 3 Months Old

Avalee’s second month has been an exciting one for all of us. This month we travelled with her internationally for the first time.

This month alone she went on 4 flights, 2-speed boat rides as well as multiple horse carriage rides.

She adapted well to sleeping in different cots all over Bali, Lombok and Gili Islands. She spent a large majority of her day being a pouch baby in her ErgoBaby Carrier and whilst she sometimes cried in annoyance when we put her in the baby carrier YET AGAIN.

She did do really well sleeping in there by her daddy, whilst we got on with exploring new destinations.

It has been great to have your Daddy helping out with you. Our holiday was almost 3 weeks long so I got a bit spoilt with his help.

You are such a sweet little baby girl and we love every day with you!

Continue reading “Avie-Lee Rose at 3 Months Old” »

Avie-Lee Rose at 3 Months Old is republished from: https://mumknowsbest.com.au/

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hiraethhanamisys · 5 years

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From a simple doodle to a complicated coloring thingy? Huh never expected this to happen to me while still experiencing and experimenting Medibang Paint QWQ (I honestly don't like it due to the constant crashes and always unsaved shit) . . . Anyways! Small Update! I'm posting a really detailed/piece of artwork that's basically again another fanart like this for the wonderful webseries : Candilanderz! I will be offline from all social medias full time due to working really hard on it and constantly taking breaks as much as possible! At the same time I might go back to my Hiatus next next week or next week, I won't be sure what kind of hiatus it is yet but if I suddenly disappeared from any social medias it's probably because of that! . . . Thank you for checking this small doodle post out! Candilanderz & Avalee Day belongs to @lostwight https://www.instagram.com/p/ByDeH6qgC_-/?igshid=c3lldbtgpsus

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e-a-shanniak-blog · 6 years

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***** Please headed to my Facebook Author Page to participate. All answers on here will be ignored ***** Good Morning Ya'll! I'm too excited to wait lol!!! Today is the 3rd day of my giveaway leading up to the release of IRIE'S STRENGTH on May 8th. The giveaway is a signed paperback copy of Calida's Forge. On May 8th, one lucky person is going to win a set of all 3 books. That's right, ALL 3!!! Jordie, Avalee & Calida. To participate, comment on the picture below. The theme is THIS OR THAT. It is pretty straight forward. After you comment you will receive a number. Tonight at 5:00 PST, I will go live and draw a winner. The winner will then have to private message me their address so on May 9th I can ship all the books together. Good luck and have a fantastic day! ❤😊📕 Oh before I forget, JORDIE IN CHARGE on ebook is $.99 until the 8th. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B077GCLXP8/ (at Molalla, Oregon)

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stbrendansacademy · 7 years

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Please also join me in welcoming back with hugs and kisses Laura who will be treating us all to a 2017 version of Professor Grace Winters!

OOC Information:

Name: Laura Age: 30+ Timezone: EST Activity Description: I work and go to grad school. :|

IC Information:

Character Name: Grace Avalee Winters Age: 43 FC: Sarah Paulson Designation: Switch Occupation: Faculty (Special Topics: Kink 101, Sex Ed) Kinks: All Anti-Kinks: Ageplay, anything illegal

Biography:

Hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, the very last thing one would expect after meeting Miss Grace Winters, is that she is one of the foremost experts on sex and kink in the country today. Formerly a nurse, Grace’s rise to notoriety began when she was 22, in a small hospital in Baton Rouge where the young Domme had been working for only a year or so. They’d been hosting local safe sex seminars during a particularly bad outbreak of STDs amongst the local population. And while the seminars were an excellent service, many found the main presenter rather droll. One evening when they’d fallen ill, Grace was a last minute solution to their dilemma. Bright eyed, eager, and a little naive, Grace happily led the impromptu seminar. By the time she’d finished the crowd was engaged and enthralled, taken by Miss Winters affable personality. Miss Winters was effortlessly able to remove the stigma surrounding talking about sex, and made the information decidedly more palpable than her precursor–especially in regards to the sexual practices between Dominants and their submissive partners.

The hospital staff encouraged Miss Winters to expand her knowledge beyond safe sex, and Grace was more than willing. Within a few short years she’d not only developed an entire series of sexual education lectures, she’d earned a masters in human sexuality and physiology. She’d even penned a pair of books. Traveling the world to learn all that she could, Grace’s lectures and books delved into a far different category: kink. You name it, Miss Winters has probably done it.

One aspect of her life she’d never fully cultivated, however, was her own inner dominance–something that is so fundamentally integral to who she is. Swept up in her fame, and thirst for knowledge, Grace never took the time to explore it. So if asked whether she falls under the ‘traditional’ or ‘liberal’ side of things, the Domme is really unable to answer, since she never has really given it much thought. Though she did experience some clarity while on a trip to London while looking to gain more insight into the logistics of group sex; she’d encountered a D/s couple that wonderfully walked the balance between the two extremes. The Dom was a powerful, impressive man who had a wonderful grasp on fairness and justice, and the submissive was his gentle and obedient boyfriend. They invited the Domme into their lives (and their bed) for a week, and into the negotiated authority between the Dom and sub. Experiencing the intricacies of their dynamic up close, opened Grace’s eyes to her own self. Her interest piqued, she threw herself into understanding what this revelation meant exactly, and for a time, exclusively sought partners who expressed this perfect balance of moderateness.

Upon returning to the increasing political chaos of the United States, Grace now knew who she was, and she set out to find herself a submissive of her own to love and settle down with. However this proved even more difficult than self-discovery. Though she maintained a professional demeanor when giving lectures, when she wasn’t under the scruitiny of the public eyes, she was a bit guileless. Due to that, she could never find a submissive who’d stick around long enough; they’d all been expecting Dr. Grace Winters–poised and erudite–not sweet Gracie from the bayou who watched Milo and Otis over one thousand times and considered eating candy a completely acceptable substitution for dinner.

It’s been 5 years since she’d spent a week with the couple in London and now, at the ripe age of 40, Grace has completed yet another book tour, but has yet to find her submissive. She still felt a lack of fulfillment in her life, and she wondered if perhaps it’s time to make a change. An representative of St. Brendan’s attended one of Winters’ book signings and spoke to the woman at length about the unique school, casually hinting that she consider joining the staff for a while, to help the students learn the importance of kink, and safe sex. Figuring the whole experience to be a nice change of pace, Grace agreed to the offer less than a week later, and packed her bags in order to come to St. Brendan’s and teach. As she travels to the campus she’s wary, however, of the ebb and flow in the power dynamics of the government–always having been an advocate for submissive autonomy and rights, but she’s never been pressed to voice those opinions aloud. So long as no one is overtly oppressed or harmed, she figures, there’s no need to rock the boat, and that good sex and orgasms a plenty are sufficient to solve the world’s ills. But nothing is ever so black and white, is it?

In 2017, she has since completed and published her book from her time spent at St. Brendan’s. Thanks to her whirlwind romance and subsequent Claim with the submissive she met while tenured there, the book was a huge success. And for a time things were good, until Grace began to realize she was a Switch, rather than what she had been assigned. Naturally, Grace’s submissive was unwavering in her support, but her very traditional family was less so: to the point where they couldn’t bear the thought of their daughter belonging to a Switch, and threatened to expose Grace if she didn’t annul her Claim. With a heavy heart she acquiesced to their demands, and quietly went on teaching at St. Brendan’s. Keeping her Switch status a secret, she told anyone that inquired about her Claim that she had to let her go to help an ailing family member. To this day, that wound has yet to heal, and Grace continues to live in fear of her own identity as a Switch, nervous that it people would see her Switch status as undermining her authority as a Domme.

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