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aloststarshines · 9 months

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stop moving — LEON KENNEDY⊰܀୨ (old)

summary • what if, your cock warming Leon and he isn't having it—talkin' grabbing your hips and grinding your body against his more toned physique? ༒༄܀⊹⊱

pairing • re4r!leon kennedy x ftm reader ༒༄܀⊹⊱

content • cockwarming, cock riding, boycunt, ftm!reader, smut, 18+ MDNI, normalize subdom leon please, cumming reeeal quick, stimulated orgasm, edging ༒༄܀⊹⊱

words • 350 ༒༄܀⊹⊱

x ftm reader, x sub reader 巛

oh get over yourself, you've been sitting in the same spot for what feels like hours. wet and sloppy boycunt clenching around Leon's shaft—as he places his hands on your waist, growing tired of his constant begging for you to move and little desperate hums of "c'mon pretty thing, you've got to move any day now" or, " j'let me fuck you sloppy, till ya' 'can take it anymore" but this was you and Leon's reoccurring event, sitting on his cock till he eventually fucks you dry and you end up cumming hard in the same position you refused to ride him on. "'m not movin' big boy" you whisk into his ears, slurring your words to match the rutting of his hips. it doesn't take long before he's lifting you up—cunt now dripping fat beads of pre-cum as he holds you hovering over his cock, mercilessly slamming you down right back onto the meat. "fuckkk, I ain' tell you to-dammit" another moan is evidence to him that he's pleasuring your thimble little man clit.

it doesn't take to long for, him to shoot ropes of cum into your womb at just the simple interaction of feeling your tight little boycunt squeeze around him—after being forced down to earth by his cock. you can feel yourself physically recoil as he cums, promising he's gonna' "fill you up sooo good, plug that tight lil' boycunt till your dripping with my babies and everyone knows who you belong to" he's grunting and lodging his cock as deep as it'll go without bumping up against your cervix. your nails are tugging and tugging at the bedsheets below you, eager to find some type of mid ground while he's thrusting you up and down his cock. no regards for how sore you'll be in the morning, just that he's going to have his way with you and fill you up as many times as he sees fit.

accept it—that your his "pretty little sex toy and i'm going to use you dry" that's all you are to him, a reusable flesh light for his cock.

@ angelworries 2023 | do not repost on any other sites, or translated. reblog with credit.

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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For the Event (congrats btw)! Viktor (Arcane) and Action Prompt #12 maybe (if it's still available)? It just sounds very sweet, for him to have someone looking after him in ways he might not have had before <3

THIMBLES AND BANDAGES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Viktor x Reader

Prompt: Mending their lover’s clothes for them (Action Prompt #12)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader

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Viktor opens the door to your lab and finds you hunched over at your desk. He frowns, shutting the door behind him. It shuts with a loud boom, but you don’t move, don’t turn, nothing. You are so focused that you don’t move until he sets a hand on your shoulder.

“Love? What are you working on?” He asks gently, and you jump, dropping a needle and thread onto your desk.

Wait…

Needle and thread?

You whirl around, effectively keeping his attention on you instead of what you were working on.

“Heeeeey Viktor! I didn’t think you’d be stopping by for another hour!” You say nervously, and his frown deepens.

What were you hiding?

He tries to peek around your shoulder, but you move just so so that he can’t.

“What are you hiding?” He asks hesitantly, and your embarrassment turns to panic.

“I’m not hiding anything! I’m just… well…” You trail off, and your shoulder slump. You turn to the side and allow him to see what you have been working on.

It’s his vest.

His favorite vest.

The one he had torn last week when working on a recent Hextech project. He had been underneath the machine, scooting out, when he caught his side and ripped it. It hadn’t helped that he immediately tried to salvage it with grease-stained fingers. The grease had ruined the fabric. He was sure of it.

Until… somehow… you got ahold of it.

It was clean, had no spots or stains, and was completely stitched up.

“You—”

“You said that was your favorite. And… well… I know I’m not that good at sewing, but I figured I’d give it a shot.” You say quickly, and he stares at you in wonder.

“But why?” He asks slowly, and you shrug with a warm smile,

“Because I like seeing you happy.”

Your smile widens as you watch as he slides the vest on in amazement, looking absolutely delighted at having one of his favorite articles of clothing back and hiding your hands behind your back.

Effectively hiding the thimbles on your fingertips and the little bandages littering your skin.

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emeritus-fuckers · 10 months

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the papas/seestor with an accident prone crush or s/o? inspired by the fact I kept getting hurt while sewing today, I need to watch what I'm doing 💀

- 🎠

Fun fact: all the dumb ways reader got hurt (in the ones I wrote) are based on dumb ways I've managed to get hur. Though I didn't react that dramatically lmao - Jez

All bar one of the incidents I wrote are inspired by my own tendency to trip over things, the other well you’ll see :) - Nyx

Papas and Sister Imperator with an accident prone s/o

Primo

You had good intentions. You really did. You just... got distracted.

You were supposed to help Primo get the plants on top of his shelf so he could water them.

But neither of you were tall enough to actually reach it. So you got a stepping ladder, took them off, he watered them and you put them back up. So far so good. You even got off the ladder safely!

So what happened? You picked it up without folding it all the way to the end first.

And so it kind of just... slammed on your thumb, pushing your nail into the flesh hard enough to make you bleed.

And that fucking hurt.

You ended up dropping the ladder to the ground, whimpering and holding your thumb in pain.

"Show me, show me." Primo urged gently, taking your hand in his with worry evident in his eyes.

"Ah, it's nothing too bad. It'll stop hurting you soon, my beloved." He promised, gently kissing your wounded finger.

You tried explaining to him that you're fine and you have to take the ladder back, but he already forgot all about the ladder, bringing you to the bed.

"It's alright, my darling. Would you like a bandage for reassurance?" He asks. He knows you don't need a bandage, but perhaps it would reassure you? He remembers his brothers would always need a bandaid for the smallest cuts when they were little, otherwise they would not live down their big, scary wounds.

So for years now, he'd always have band-aids and a small first-aid kit on hand.

So you explain to him that you just have a "tendency" to get into accidents.

He would chuckle softly at it, kissing your forehead.

"Don't worry, my dear. I will always be here to patch you up if you get hurt." He promised, kissing all of your fingers, being especially gentle with your hurt thumb.

Secondo

Sewing seemed like a great idea when you started, but now your fingers were more like a pin cushion and you’d once again misplaced the needle and thread.

“Amore, what are you doing?” Secondo raises an eyebrow. “Is this shirt to be dyed red by your own blood? I admire you commitment, but surely some red dye would be quicker and less painful?”

He goes over to you and gently kisses your hands. He pays particular attention to your bleeding finger. His lips brush over them soothing the pain.

"I feel I must step in and stop this masacre, come to bed with amore." His kisses move from your hands to the side of your neck. Then he’s kissing your lips, passionately insistently.

The next day he goes out early, coming back with a box to keep all your sewing stuff in. He then holds out another package wrapped in brown paper with a green ribbon. A silver thimble. “To protect your fingers, please use it from now on" He places it on the tip of your finger and grins.

You find you get much less sewing done, he'll just come over and seduce you, saving your hands from anymore injuries.

He realises you are accident prone from that event and the time you tripped over a small step.

So if there is anything where you are likely to have an accident he will sweep you up in his arms instead and carry you. When the danger is past he’ll put you down with a kiss.

Terzo

"Just to clarify..."

"Yes?"

"You put your hand into the pocket of your jeans..."

"Yeah." you nodded.

"And you managed to cut you finger on a loose thread while doing that?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Per l'amor di Satana, mio caro…" he sighed, watching you put a bandaid around your cut finger like completely nothing happened. Like this was normal.

He thought he was clumsy with how often he tripped and fell, but considering how absolutely unothered you were, it seemed like it really was normal for you.

And so he starts to ask questions. And you tell him how you just always just kind of... got into accidents. They were never anything too bad, just very inconvenient.

And he takes that personally.

From now on, he makes sure you can't get into anymore accidents.

You still do, but you appreciate it anyway.

Copia

He first realised you were accident prone when you fell over the living room table. Book clutched to your chest water bottle in one hand you just walked straight into it. Shins hitting first and then you fell forward. With no way to stop yourself you ended up landing facedown on it the wind knocked from you.

Shock gave way to pain and embarrassment. You lay there laughing and crying all at once.

Copia appeared in the doorway, silk dressing gown on, eye mask pushed up on his forehead and his hair dishevelled from having been asleep.

“Cara mia! What happened?” He is straight over to you. Checking you over earnestly. “Are you laughing or crying?” He wipes your tears away.

“Both” you say now more embarrassed. Thankfully you’ve escaped any serious injury as he looks at the table.

“Bad table” he gives it a smack with his hand and looks back at you grinning “is that better Tesoro?" You start to laugh properly, smiling and nodding.

Now he always keeps an eye out for any possible mishaps. He is getting very good at catching you when you trip while out walking together.

He wants to bubble wrap his whole room to keep you safe, but thats a bit impractical. So he’s had the Ghouls make sure there are no sharp edges you can walk into (like the corner of the kitchen work surface, which is hip height, and very painful that one time you did).

Old Nihil

You had joined the band for a sound check. What could possibly go wrong?

He is surprisingly fast, for an old man.

He even drops his saxaphone as he sees you, inches from the edge of the stage.

He grabs the front of your t-shirt as you start to fall backwards. He then gets his arms around you pulling you close to him, and holding you tight. He takes a few steps back to safety.

"You can't die before me." He says panicked, he doesn't let you go.

You are in shock as you realise what nearly happened. He strokes your hair, and shhs you to calm you down. It's slightly awkward but he's doing his best.

"My father fell off the stage, his father, his father's father, his father's father's father" His voice goes to mumbling as you place a hand over his mouth.

"None of them died Papa. But you have saved me from a nasty fall. Thank you" You kiss him on the cheek and the mubling stops. When you pull your hand away he is grinning at you.

"Yessss cara" he turns you away from the edge of the stage. "Yesss you are right." He gazes at you totally besotted.

Although he was fast enough to save you then, he knows he won't always be. So he tasks the Ghouls with keeping watch.

Whenever you get near to having an accident a ghoul appears from seemingly nowhere and saves you. Most of the time.

If they can't, they are getting very good at cuddling you, and helping you with any injuries.

Young Nihil

"I mean... how is this even possible?" Nihil's shoes are all you can see as he stands in front of you.

"Owwww" is all you can say as you lie on the wet grass. How you ended up face down on someone's front lawn is beyond you.

It's Halloween, Nihil likes to go out dressed as himself and scare people.

"You fell over a decoration" He helps you sit up and points behind you. There is a skelaton's hand bursting out of the ground.

"Did anyone see?" You rub your sore knee as Nihil passes you a hip flask, sitting down next to you.

"No just me." He puts an arm around you and starts luaghing.

"It's not funny." You take a large swig of his vodka. It numbs the pain, but it makes you more likely to fall over again.

"It is a little" he grins at you. Such a goofy one you can't help but laugh along.

He lifts the hand up and waves it in front of your face making ghost noises "bewaaaare the dead Papa's of the past, they will emerge from the ground to pull you down to them, to drag you down to heelllll!!" he giggles like a little kid.

You roll your eyes, and stick your tongue out at him. You've forgotten the pain, the embarrasment.

"Come on" He says with a smile you just can't resist. He tosses the hand behind him. "Let's go and find a party." He's up on his feet holding his hand out to you. "Let this current Papa show you how life should be lived." A lacivious smile replaces the mischevious one, and you are pulled to your feet.

Young Sister Imperator

"How did you even hit yourself on that? It's always been there. You know that."

"I didn't." You whined, rubbing the back of your head after you hit in on a shelf.

"You helped me put it there." She chuckled, observing you from her desk.

"Is bullying me funny to you?"

"A little bit."

You'd pout at her and she'd chuckled before she finally got up and wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you for a sweet kiss.

She'd tease you about it, calling you hopeless or a baby, but she'd also take care of you.

She'd order someone to get you your favorite hit drink and your favorite snack.

If she's not too busy, she's gonna let you lay your head on her lap as she plays with your hair.

If she is busy, however, she gets you a small spa trip until she has more time.

Old Sister Imperator

"Oh, darling, I told you to be careful..." She sighed softly, yet seemed slightly amused.

"I was trying to help you." You pouted, rubbing the back of your head.

A pen fell from Sister's desk and you went to pick it up... Only to hit your head on the very edge of her desk. It was a miracle you didn't bleed.

"Yes, and I appreciate that. Now come here, let me see." She chuckled, and you obediently moved to kneel on the floor in front of her as she checked your head. "Well, thankfully, you don't look too damaged. How do you feel?"

"Like I banged my head on the edge of the desk..." You pouted, a few pained tears slipping down your cheeks.

"Oh, you pour baby..." She cooed at you, wiping your tears and kissing the top of your head. "How about we watch a movie, hm? Would you like that, dear?"

You nodded, so she carefully guided you to sit on the couch while she prepared a movie night for the two of you, abandoning her work for now. After all, who would scold her? Nobody. Not a single soul would dare.

And besides, she needs a day off. You need to be taken care of. Two birds, one stone.

Papas II, IV, old and young Nihil written by Nyx.

Papas I, III, old and young Sister Imperator written by Jez.

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corvussnakee · 17 days

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HAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! HE'S FINALLY DONE! FINALLY HERE!!!

This lil fucker took me so long to make but oh my god am I so proud of how he turned out!!

Wanna know how much he took over my life? This dude got 4 entire sketchbook pages to himself, had to share one with Snail!Error and 4 canvases on Ibispaint.

Here's the proof btw.

I started this in the middle of April and now it's the middle of May.

Thimble, sweetheart, chaos incarnate, my crazy lil shit. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CAUSE ME SO MANY PROBLEMS??? I thought you were gonna be the easy child.

Really should've seen it comin ngl. Snail!Error is chill while Thimble!Ink is a wacky fuckin dude.

Anyway. Some fun facts.

Thimble uses thread magic. So like Snail who went acid/slime to reflect normal Ink, Thimble uses thread to reflect normal Error.

Instead of drinking paint, Thimble, was supposed to eat thread but that felt too uhh... Too predictable and overdone. So instead he uses sewing pins as like lolipops which he can dip into various different powders. Sorta like a baby bottle pop LOL.

Thimble used to be a normal skeleton, then a certain event happened and he got Ken Doll-ed.

I think that's all I can really think of/share right now.

Og Ink belongs to @comyet

Thimble!Ink/Thimble belongs to mwoah :3

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eretzyisrael · 29 days

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by Lionel Shriver

Another day, another opportunity for huffy, hypocritical “progressive” posturing. PEN America has now been forced to cancel its World Voices literary festival in New York and L.A., on the heels of also canceling its 2024 awards ceremony. Too many authors had withdrawn from both events to make going ahead with staging either practicable. The reason for so many writers flouncing from these programs? PEN’s failure to publicly denounce Israel’s “genocide” in Gaza. But you had probably guessed the point of indignation already, because as of October 2023, the Anglosphere’s far left has neatly pivoted from the infantilization of black people to the Palestinian cause with the coordinated grace of a synchronized swimmer.

To clarify: the purpose of PEN is to defend freedom of speech and to protect writers from political oppression and persecution. It makes perfect sense, therefore, that a significant cadre of its membership would seek to stifle freedom of speech and engage in political oppression and persecution. Or: we’re all for free speech so long as you say what we tell you. These folks are athletes. It requires considerable intellectual acrobatics for Writers Against the War on Gaza to regard the shutting down of events to advance free expression as “a win for free expression.” Presumably, the fact that a number of withdrawals from both occasions were motivated by fear of being attacked by a mob of pro-Palestinian zealots is also “a win for free expression.” PEN itself stated its concern “about any circumstance in which writers tell us they feel shut down, or that speaking their minds bears too much risk.”

PEN is, by its nature, a big tent. It represents not only Muslim writers but Jewish ones too, some of whom might just support the existence of Israel, might just regard Israel’s war against Hamas in Gaza as justified, and might just find alliance with genuinely genocidal terrorists whose unembarrassed aim is to wipe Israel and the Jewish people off the map as a teeny tiny bit obnoxious. While one PEN member decries the nonprofit’s “both-sidesing,” the truth is that PEN has no business taking a position on this issue whatsoever.

Unfortunately, the left has successfully installed the expectation that, regardless of their established purpose, all institutions—companies, museums, theaters, universities, charities, you name it—must proclaim their fealty to the “right” (which is to say left) position on a host of inflammatory issues of the day. This hyper-politicization of entities that ought sensibly to remain politically neutral has been systematically debauching everything from the UK’s National Trust to its NHS, from Anheuser-Busch to the Chicago Art Museum. First, all such outfits were required to fly Black Lives Matter flags, then garishly incoherent Pride flags, and now these banners have all to be swapped out for Palestinian flags, never mind what constituency or customer base might be alienated by this gratuitously partisan branding. Thus, an organization established for the defense of free speech of every sort—including the overtly Zionist kind—is necessarily obliged to openly advocate for Hamas, a murderous, cheerfully antisemitic cult whose interest in free speech on its home turf would fit in a thimble.

Of course, PEN’s membership has form when it comes to hypocrisy. In 2015, under armed security, PEN awarded its Freedom of Expression Courage Award to the satirical French magazine Charlie Hebdo. Six writers withdrew from participating in the proceedings to protest the magazine’s ostensibly offensive printing of cartoons that depicted Muhammad. Yet funnily enough, what your average normal person found offensive was the vicious massacre of 12 of the publication’s employees, most of them journalists, for neglecting to adhere to one religion’s hysterical blasphemy laws in a secular country that famously celebrates liberté. Yet over 200 writers—including, to my astonishment, the likes of Joyce Carol Oates—signed an open letter to PEN criticizing the Charlie Hebdo award. For these authors, defense of free speech, promotion of tolerance, and opposition to violent political oppression—the very purpose of PEN—counted for nothing when weighed against any injury to the delicate feelings of fundamentalist Muslims.

Much has been written about the unholy, and in some ways, hilarious alliance developing between the progressive left and Islam (Lesbians for Palestine, etc.). But for Western writers to embrace a restrictive, prescriptive, and stifling culture isn’t merely ironic or comical; it’s self-defeating. One needn’t consult a professor of Middle Eastern studies to conclude that these fair-weather friends in Gaza may welcome useful idiocy, but the permissive ethos of the Anglo left is diametrically at odds with despotic Islamic theology. Moreover, for American writers to express increasingly shrill and little-disguised hostility to Jews is to disavow a substantial chunk of the country’s distinguished literary canon: Philip Roth, Saul Bellow, Isaac Bashevis Singer, Bernard Malamud, and Elie Wiesel just for starters.

But then, the past 15 years have demonstrated with depressing clarity that writers, along with artists of every stripe, aren’t special. Although our occupation is more at risk from censorship than most, we’re all too capable of perversely embracing suppressive viewpoints that violate our own interest. We’re paid not only to write but to think, yet we don’t think; we listen keenly for whatever tune is playing in our fellow travelers’ AirPods and whistle along. Apparently, we’re no more creative than the average bear, and as soon as the memo goes out, we’ll chant along with the kiddies camped at Columbia University, “from the river to the sea!” whatever that means. We’ll obediently switch out one cause for another whenever we’re told, as nimbly as using “find and replace” in Microsoft Word.

We’re cowards, conformists, and copycats. Real freedom of expression is too scary; we’d rather hide in a crowd whose keffiyeh-masked members all shout the same thing. PEN has a laudable history of advocating for writers who’ve been persecuted for their opinions in repressive polities—polities much like the contemporary United States. But too many of its members would have the nonprofit corrupt its global mission to protect free speech across the board so long as they can bully its leadership into pointless partisan posturing for progressives’ acrid flavor of the month.

#lionel shriver #pen #freedom of expression #hamas #gaza #israel #conformity #charlie hebdo

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crazyunsexycool · 8 months

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From reading some of your asks based on The Love we Gave Away, I thought of a little 'What If' where it's maybe the twins birthday and they spend the evening with y/n and Ransom at y/n's place, maybe they have dinner? And when it comes to the twins leaving they all hug and say goodbye and y/n excuses herself from Ransom (he's still in her house), it's been about 10 minutes and so he goes wandering trying to find her and he hears her crying, he goes to the bathroom and opens the door to find her on the floor inconsolable, tears streaming down her face while she sobs, she feels so guilty because they missed out on so much and she feels it's all her fault because at the end of the day, it was her decision to give them up. She blames herself for Ransom not having his children and for the twins not having their biological parents raise them... 🥺 angst angst angst

This is so sad! 🥺🥺

The hockey game

Here is how I see this going. I don’t think it would be there birthday necessarily I think it would be more like a school event. So imagine this…

Theodore loves to play hockey and when the season starts for high school games he invites Ransom and you to his first game. Ransom loves hockey too, he watched every game he could so to have something in common with his son was amazing. It honestly made him so happy to be able to relate to something. Ransom (with Annie’s permission) even took Theodore shopping for new gear and he got the best of the best.

Annie, Abigail, Ransom and you decide to wear the school colors to support Theodore. The game is almost over. There are just a few seconds on the clock and Theodore makes the last shot, winning the game. He’s the new kid in school and on the team so this is a huge deal. The team is going wild and the crowd is cheering, especially Ransom. More than that Theodore skates over to the section you’re sitting at with the biggest smile you’ve seen from him. Over the barrier Theodore and Ransom hug and celebrate before Abigail and Annie rush forward and celebrate with him.

The guilt hits you square in the chest as you watch Ransom pulling Theodore in for another hug. It’s all to much, the lights are too bright the crowd is too loud and someone you get pushed around and disappear out the door.

****

Ransom had turned to tell you something but he only found a sea of people where you once stood. He immediately knows something is wrong. He excused himself with Annie and tells her he’ll meet them outside once Theodore has changed and come out of the locker room.

Ransom didn’t have to go too far to find you. Just outside of the ice rink there was an empty conference room. Well it was almost empty, you were the only one in there. You were sitting at the table with your hands covering your face but it was obvious what was happening. The sniffles and the shaking of your shoulders gave it away instantly. Ransom closes the door behind him and silently takes the seat beside you.

"What's wrong, Thimble?" Ransom asks softly, a hand on your back.

"We missed so much. You missed the chance to teach them how to ice skate and how to play and it's all my fault. Was it the right choice? I mean there are moments we will never get to be a part of and I took that from you. I took away their parents."

"Hey no don't do that. I also gave up my parental rights, remember? As their parents we made the best decision we could so that they had the best future."

"But everything we missed out on..."

"What about everything we'll get to see and celebrate? Prom, Graduations, relationships, weddings, their careers. There are still a bunch of firsts that we can be a part of." Ransom says as he wipes away one of your tears. "You're going to miss out on one of our firsts with them because you're in here crying instead of out there celebrating with him. He asked for you."

"Really?" You look up at Ransom with hopeful eyes and he smiles.

"Really. Now lets get you cleaned up before we go celebrate the teams first win and lets make it memorable."

#you’ve got mail 💌#val answers #the love we gave away extra #Ransom Drysdale x reader #dad!ransom drysdale x mom!reader

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goqmir · 5 months

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hype level for future mtg releases (this is genuine btw i cant sleep because my leg hurts so bad let me have this)

Murders at Karlov Manor (Q1 2024):

15%. i kinda get the vibes. theres some interesting things generally but im not sure this one is for me. i like clue tokens so im excited for some support in that area but. ill probably pass on buying any of this

Outlaws of Thunder Junction (Q2 2024):

like 35%? its cool! i like the west quite a lot, everyones excited for deadbeat dad oko. im just not expecting a ton and id love to be proven wrong! new planes are always fun and it would be a delight to fall in love with thunder junction but my expectations are very tempered. supposedly its about "villians"-- of which my biggest dream is a reveal of a phyrexian that wasnt killed onscreen to be hanging out there. rakdos would be cool too.

Modern Horizons 3 (Q2 2024)

90%. i cant wait frankly. modern horizons 1 and 2 feature some of my favorite magic cards ever and ive never been around for a modern horizons release so im just so excited. cant wait. big fan i bet there will be so many cool cards dude holy shit

Assassin's Creed (Q3 2024):

5%. i dont give a shit about assassins creed. i like the aesthetics of black flag i guess. this is a set with boosters and the cards will supposedly be modern legal(?) but they arent draftable so thats gonna be a shitshow when the boosters are overpriced and you cant even run limited events with them like MAT but like. at least MAT was awesome and had a bunch of banging cards and introduced cool deciduous mechanics to standard and gave us [[Rocco, Street Chef]]. all this is giving us is ezio or some shit

Bloomburrow (Q3 2024):

75%!! woo!!!!! i cant wait for the little animals set. i like little animals. i would really like one of them to wear a thimble

things i want specifically out of bloomburrow:

give us kwain lore! kwain is such an important little guy to our playgroup we would all love a new kwain or some kwain backstory and there has never been a better time for it

fox tribal 🥺🥺🥺🥺 boros please plzplzplz i need fire foxes i need evil foxes i need foxes so bad i want a fox tribal commander ill do anything

Duskmourn (Q3 2024):

45%. wrenny is hyped for this one but i dont think ill be biting tbh. its cool! i like the vibes :) just not for me is what it seems like right now. maybe like LCI the set design and mechanics will be so sick that its just awesome but the setting isnt catching me

Not gonna talk about innistrad remastered i will not be buying that. give me anime art tamiyo

"Tennis" 2025 (death race across multiple planes with cars):

15%. i like vehicles but like. i feel like this one will kinda skew corny in a way i wont vibe with. the technology seems like kind of a lot too. cool idea, i hope its executed well

"Ultimate" 2025 (Return to Tarkir):

65%! i like tarkir :) they wont print the stupid fetches but whatever. tarkir is super swag and i hope they can resolve the weird multiverse tarkir thing and give us a swag set i believe in them. also ugin reappearance maybe........

Final Fantasy 2025:

100%. i am so onboard with final fantasy dude i feel like it will be so fucking cool compared to like marvel or doctor who or whatever. final fantasy fits so perfectly with the other mtg planes and theres so many interesting things to pull from every game could be its own set so the fact that theres like so much shit there like its so exciting like i cant wait for this one. im gonna play final fantasy 6 with wrenny before it comes out so thats exciting too teehee ^_^

"Volleyball" 2025 (top down space opera set):

95%. a space opera could be so fucking cool. im worried theyll fumble the bag and make it really fucking star warsy and thats a truly terrifying thought but i have faith that we can get so see some more interesting and solemn parts of space in magic the gathering. i think a plane with fledgeling space operations and wild star littered frontiers would be so fucking sick and thats like maybe one of my dream sets. please dont fuck this one up

"Wrestling" 2025 (Lorwyn reimagining)

cool. i like what they did to kamigawa. um idk 30%

"Yachting" 2025 (Arcavios/strixhaven)

yippee!!! 55%? i like strixhaven but showing off more of arcavios is what im really super into here cuz i feel like that could be a lot of fun. its an interesting plane i wanna see more

um anyway ill try to sleep again now i guess

#mtg

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Main protagonist of The Beast Within All of Us

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Mental health issues, the fear of coitus and childbirth, and drugs are mentioned/talked about. There is also a brief mention of suicide.

Odurkheniya-Lubochkeva Ystolukhevina Pelvzrumjachinko is a 21-year-old petite, timid Ukrainian girl who graduated from a two-year college art program. As a contestant, the main showrunner, Mirabozluthek, gave her the nickname Thimble Mouse due to her apparent shyness and watchfulness as well as her protective nature. As an independent artist, she goes by Holsudrega and utilises digital art to conceptualise and express her creativity. However, there are times where she decides to indulge in abstract painting. She finds art to be very therapeutic and thoughtful, giving her room to breathe when dealing with anxiety and stress. Besides art, Odurkheniya is capable of using her creativity to inspire innovation amongst her peers as well as view and solve whatever problems she’s facing more openly. She’s quite the introvert, finding that large groups or crowds tend to drain her motivation to interact with others. She enjoys solitude without any disturbances and is keenly self-aware of her surroundings, which can make her notice certain things that others don’t. She’s fairly quiet, which allows her to focus and listen to the thoughts of whoever she’s conversing with. She also notices the small details, helping her to understand people better and make more proper decisions in life. Odurkheniya is very polite and sweet, showing her genuine respect and consideration towards those worth her time. However, she will put her foot down when things go way too far for her liking. She also has a strong willingness to defend those who are personally close to her.

Odurkheniya can be fairly shy and awkward around new people, but she does slowly warm up to them throughout their relationship. Her shyness stems from the tendency to avoid being judged and the insecurities she comes across in her daily life. She doesn’t want to be viewed as a nuisance as she secretly desires belonging and acceptance amongst her peers. There are instances when she can be somewhat stubborn under certain circumstances and even dismissive of other people’s ideas. She has severe erotophobia (the fear of sex) and tokophobia (the fear of childbirth) due to a couple of unfortunate incidents. Anything related to sex and childbirth makes her genuinely uncomfortable and disgusted, which leads to her vomiting and sobbing. Odurkheniya is also prone to anxiety attacks when she's exposed to things surrounding her phobias or she's put through situations that aren't familiar to her. She overthinks about the possible worst outcomes that surround most of her daily situations, and she does have occasional mood swings. She’s in severe disbelief and denial in regards to her traumatic past, and she’s prone to vivid thoughts of suicide.

She’s quite indecisive, often feeling emotionally numb and immensely afraid to make the wrong decisions. As a result of her mind “going blank” and trauma, she has noticeable memory problems. This makes her feel frustrated about not being able to remember certain things and uncertain about what or has happened. She has this persistent worry about a number of areas that are disproportionate to the impact of certain events. She has difficulty experiencing positive emotions and tends to engage in negative self-talk. She’s secretly addicted to methamphetamine and heroin, which she uses to suppress her anxiety and trauma. Methamphetamine makes her feel exhilarated, weirdly paranoid and alert about her surroundings, and easily agitated by others. On the other hand, heroin makes her feel a sense of euphoria, happiness, and tranquillity as well as noticeably tired.

She is slightly smaller than the average height of a Ukrainian woman, which is about 5' 4” (162.56 cm). She has an ectomorphic, spoon-shaped body type with pinkish stretch marks on her chest, tummy, and hip areas. Her skin is the hue of luscious warm ivory and her eyes are a light green. She has an observable facial mole slightly below her left brow and a bit more can be seen on her legs and back. She has short dark auburn hair that’s in a feathered wolf cut with shaggy bangs. The ends of her soft, feathery hair is dyed an acid apple green. Ever since Kicnemura possessed her and resided in her spine, her back has gone through a few noticeable changes. Her back appears to be malnourished with her spine emerging from her flesh and the skin looking like burnt ashes. On the back of her left thigh, just above her buttocks, there's a large patch of scar tissue. It's impossible to tell how she got it and she refuses to talk about it.

Odurkheniya is often seen wearing her favourite hoodie, one that has been experimented on by using the rainbow tie dye technique with beauty bush, whimsy yellow, jungle mist, and baby blue. With her silvery fabric marker, she wrote the Ukrainian idiom “Біла ворона” (a white crow) on the back of the hoodie. She has four distinguishable black T-shirts with their own unique Ukrainian phrases and images. The first has the line from the poem “You know that you are a human…” by Vasyl Simonenko, which is “Мука твоя — єдина” (That torment of yours is unique to you). It depicts a golden mask of comedy in front of a simplistic pedunculate oak. The second phrase is “Без надії сподіваюсь!” (Contra Spem Spero!), the title of a poem written by Lesya Ukrainka, and it arches above a snowy mountain standing before a night sky. The third has the Ukrainian proverb “Життя закоротке для щастя, а задовге для терпіння" (Life is too short for happiness and too long for patience) on the back. On the front, it depicts a lone Hesperia comma, the silver-spotted skipper or common branded skipper, on top of a human skull. The last T-shirt has another proverb, which is "Або пан або пропав" (Either the master or the missing), acting as the horizon for the beaming sun to peer out of. Odurkheniya wears a comfy pair of grey jean shorts, barn red knee-high socks, and leopard print sneakers. Her ears are adorned with a pair of dangling earrings that contain her birthstone (alexandrite). She also has a nose bridge piercing, vertical labret piercing, and a few homemade bracelets on both of her wrists. On her right wrist, she has a saffron and magenta zipper bracelet, a sapphire chain link bracelet, and ocean wave bracelet. On her left wrist, she has a watermelon bracelet, a stretchy bracelet with evil eye and burgundy beads, a sunflower-patterned hololith, and a gold chain bracelet with a dog tag that spells out “Vernadobi”. She carries around a blue-green saddlebag with a pattern of stylised calico cat faces—it was a gift from a horse enthusiast friend. It contains her asthma inhaler, a small sketchbook, a watercolour paint set, graphite pencils, two Vanish erasers, a butterfly knife, and pepper spray.

FAMILY:

Unnamed father

Vernadobi (step-father)

Unnamed mother

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Thimble Mouse (by Mirabozluthek, Kriptahmozendus, and Toxiplusneza)

Holsudrega (artist pen name)

Odarkhe (by most of her friends)

Lubokeva (by a few of her friends)

My little broom (by Kicnemura)

Swamp Chicken (by Kicnemura)

Solnyshko moi (“my little sun” in Ukrainian) (by Kicnemura)

Kulbaba (“dandelion” in Ukrainian) (by Kicnemura)

Lastivka (“swallow” in Ukrainian) (by Kicnemura)

Bdzhilka (“bee” in Ukrainian) (by Kicnemura)

Miss Pelvzrumjachinko (by Dimophelaktus)

Ferruginous Swift (by Giespozhan)

Taciturn Osprey (by Giespozhan)

Kheniya (by Rumahelt)

Unchaste wretch (by Shelobad)

Drolja (“slut” in Croatian) (by Shelobad)

Pizda (“cunt” in Croatian) (by Shelobad)

Svinje (“wild pig” in Croatian) (by Shelobad)

Vernadob (by Garfhelodius)

Odaren (by Kelatodrich)

Ystola (by Kelatodrich)

Poor craythur (“creature” in Irish) (by Lusczrefhona)

Min kjæreste (“my dearest” in Norwegian) (by Jorvastein)

Månestråle (“my moonbeam” in Norwegian) (by Jorvastein)

Ystolukhe (by Eylcaborith)

Lubochkeva-chan (by Yoshazume)

Holsedruga (by Libakzurchet)

Pelvzrumja (by Libakzurchet)

Lefki (“white” in Greek) (by Hildeborta)

Odurkheliini (by Oyrvacke)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s asexual

Her birthday is March 6th (Pisces)

Her blood type is O+

She’s allergic to house dust mites, nickel, and red meat.

She has asthma, fibromyalgia, somatic complaints, and eating disturbances.

She has a bit of Russian blood within her family lineage

Whenever her anxiety kicks in, she rubs her hands together or picks at her delicate skin.

She doesn't know a lot of English due to her struggle with adapting to unfamiliar languages.

She likes scented candles, poetic language, the natural beauty of gemstones and crystals, the sound of windchimes, the beach, soaking up tranquil ambience, folklore, true crime documentaries, walking through old cemeteries, and antique art.

She dislikes creepy men, feeling pain and tenderness throughout her body, epileptic seizures, lukewarm chocolate milk, the texture of tinfoil, being dismissed as weak and unintelligent, war and genocide, extreme cold, loud noises, and aquatic pollution.

Besides creating digital art and abstract paintings, her other hobbies consist of listening to music, collecting stuffed animals, making paper mache masks, visiting art and nature museums, baking, and journaling.

Her favourite animals are the moose, chamois, steppe polecat, and Eurasian eagle-owl.

Her favourite flowers are the iris, cornflower, viburnum, high mallow, and apple blossoms.

Her favourite comfort foods are Chervonyi borshch, ptashyne moloko, bryndza, syrniki, and mlyntsi.

Odurkheniya has too many favourite colours. If she did have to choose, it would be Uranian blue, magic mint, aquamarine, and celadon.

Her biggest pet peeves are people who overstay their welcome, those who can’t apologise, technical difficulties of any kind, not feeling welcomed at a gathering, leaving the toilet seat up, and loud chewing.

Despite her timid nature, Odurkheniya has a secret love for karaoke and can belt out her favorite Ukrainian folk songs with surprising confidence.

She's a coffee aficionado and can often be found sipping on a latte at a local café, lost in her own thoughts and doodles.

She knows a secret technique that could make her feel better while she's having an asthma attack, especially when she forgot to bring her inhaler. This secret technique is the Buteyko method, breathing slowly and through her nose. This method is used to keep the air in one’s body to stay warm and moist, making the airways less sensitive.

She likes to keep her house clean every weekend, but when she needs to dust off her furniture, she’ll wear a mask before she does that or the dust will get in her nose.

She used to be pretty tomboyish and brash during her high school years

Odurkheniya's eyes are quite sensitive, so she doesn’t like noticeably bright lights.

She painted her bedroom in magic mint

She doesn’t like going outside at all

She’s a perfectionist when it comes to creating art

She still keeps her old drawings to herself and most of them are sketches from when she was 11.

She has a problem with over planning

Unbeknownst to many people, Odurkheniya secretly believes in cryptids, extraterrestrials, and even UFOs.

Odurkheniya sniffs a lot

She also clears her throat somewhat frequently

She enters all familiar and unfamiliar rooms quite timidly

She prefers to have the lights out or dimmed at all times

Odurkheniya’s guilty pleasure is re-watching childhood shows and movies for nostalgia, even if some of them aren’t really good.

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Even in costume you actually just read as "reenactor man" to me. Would not guess you were queer passing you on the street. "dandy reenactor man" maybe though. Does dandy count as queer?

(In reference to this post.)

Huh, interesting. Even in these pictures?

(For the record, I'm not a reenactor - I love sewing historical clothing but have never been involved with any reenactment groups or events.)

I think I read as much more obviously queer in college, back when I dyed and styled my hair and painted my nails. I was definitely more ambiguous looking in terms of gender back then.

But now that I've transitioned my hair has gotten very very thin, so I don't bother do do anything to it, and I fell out of the habit of painting my nails in Textiles class because my hands were always wet. (I do still keep them long and pointy though! Just not quite as long as they were before, and now I keep 3 trimmed short for sewing with a thimble.)

I think my aesthetic these days is "Just Some Guy, but like, in a historical fantasy kind of way"

#ask #anonymous #fashion #queer #me

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needle-thread-thimble-spear · 2 months

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Hello! You may not remember a blog, "grouse-greyseed", a whispering voice among your followers, or a mutual you never spoke too. That was me, I deleted that blog because I had felt being online was crushingly lonely, and I didn't have the confidence to try and change that. I'm making a new blog because I think I understand myself and my fear better now. So, here is a little about me!

You can call me Thimble or Grouse, and I use she/it pronouns. I suppose, you could also call me Needle, Thread, or Spear, if you want!

I am especially interested in where the natural and artificial worlds come together and intersect. I use the tag "between" to indicate things that I think blur those boundaries especially well. I use the tag "spinning" to denote posts I make myself.

To give a list, things I enjoy or find interesting which I dedicate tags to include:

Natural History (I have an undergraduate degree in biology, and I have a lifelong passion for animals, especially birds. However, I also lump geology and astronomy in here as well. I don't necessarily like the term "natural history", but its the best I can come up with for now.)

CE (Short for "Common Era", but I suppose also "Current Events". I use this as a broad tag for humanities topics, which will include discussion of at times difficult subject matter, so if that's not what you are looking for I suggest filtering this tag.)

paint and fabric (For all sorts of visual art. I especially enjoy modern and contemporary art, embroidery, felting, and puppetry!)

qwerty (I have a recent interest in computers, and while I am not very knowledgeable about them I enjoy learning new things! Recent convert to linux mint, please be patient with my ignorance. Also used to tag sci fi art.)

sun moon and stars (I use this as a general tag for fantasy art, particularly stuff that focuses the sun, the moon, and the stars. Those, and fairies, have always had some sort of personal significance as long as i can remember. Probably the Waldorf schooling. May also post/reblog empty spaces type poetry under this tag. If you do not want to see that, block this tag.)

me when (haha funny relatable)

In addition to this, as I am here in this wretched place I of course will post and reblog stuff about my favorite stories. Expect to see a lot about Revolutionary Girl Utena, stuff by Ursula K. Le Guin, Labyrinth and Dark Crystal, Dungeon Meshi, Otherside Picnic, and more! (Have you figured out I'm a trans lesbian yet?)

I will occasionally post or reblog empty spaces type writing, or stuff adjacent to it. As such, this is an 18+ blog, and I will block minors who interact with it.

My main goal with this account is to continue to learn, and to meet people who share my interests. Due to a confluence of circumstances, I think I've lead a relatively sheltered life in some ways, and am in the process of reassessing a lot of stuff I've taken for granted for a long time. I'm not completely naive, but rapidly realizing there is just so much I don't know. I've been diving into as much reading as I can nowadays, and am eager to read more! If you like, you can feel free to send me recommendations for books and articles on the topics I'm interested in! Anons are off, I won't bite, unless u bite first.

#spinning

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hey, i've requested this before but wanted to ask for a alter/headmate! around 12-13, species a catboy, and inspired by the japanese caricature 'tsundere'! you can include any other details you want be creative and fucked up <3 but do include a paraphilia/s surrounding for people/headmates around their age please :3, maybe older? they're meant to be a friend for a puppy boy alter of ours, if that helps with details. thank you in advance, sorry if this isn't enough details or something-

Done! And, thx for trusting me to do this after I couldn’t due to the termination lol T-T

⟦ 🌱 ⟧ ⟣ Name(s): Basil, Tom, Thimble, Leo, Lynx, Benny/Ben, Olwen / Owen, Aspen, Roman, Nicholai, Astarion, Pan, and/or Orion.

⟦ 🍄 ⟧ ⟣ Age: 12-13 (Age-Hazy). Age regresses to 5.

⟦ 🌻 ⟧ ⟣ Gender: FTM (or Mutotransmasc) Neonymboy, Catboy, Diavoniasse, Memoryfear, Catcurlheartean, 🐈‍⬛emojic, Blackcatgender / Blackcattic, Lostdissic, Surlylexic, KYSlexic, Lawlesslexic, ShotaMAPhumpgender, and Shotacongender

⟦ 🥞 ⟧ ⟣ Pronouns (3rd): He/him, they/them, 1t/1ts, xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xemself, kit/kitself, 🖤/🖤, claw/clawself, fer/feral/feralself, hi/hiss/hisself, fang/fangself, growl/growlself, knea/knead/kneadself, mao/maow/maowself, :3/:3self, nya/nyaself, whis/whisker/whiskerself, hunt/huntself, and cat/nip/catnip/catnipself

⟦ 🍂 ⟧ ⟣ Pronouns (2nd): you/your/yours/yourself, kito/kitour/kitours/kitself, and xy/xyr/xyrs/xyrself

⟦ 🐑 ⟧ ⟣ Pronouns (1st): I/me/my/mine/myself, Mi/meo/mey/meowine/meowself, 🖤/🖤/🖤y/🖤ine/🖤self, Ki/kit/kitty/kine/kittyself, and Xi/xe/xy/xyne/xyself

⟦ 🌿 ⟧ ⟣ Orientation: Bisexual (male-leaning) and Biromantic.

⟦ 🌷 ⟧ ⟣ Species: Cat-human hybrid / catboy. Cat breed is black american shorthair.

⟦ 🧺 ⟧ ⟣ Role(s) & Abilities: Destressor & Lone Wolf

⟦ 🍀 ⟧ ⟣ Source(s): N/A

⟦ 🍓 ⟧ ⟣ TransID(s): TransHFD, Transmature (more mature), Transraped, Permagroomed, TransCSA, Transintratrauma, Transbeta, Transdoomed, Transfighter, Transnocturnal, Transcuspid, Coffamian, Dicoffaddict, and Crutchqior

⟦ 🧸 ⟧ ⟣ CisID(s): Tsundere, Autistic, Catboy, Abandonment issues, Age regressor / agere, emotional sensitivity issues, green eyes w/ slit pupils, and freckles.

⟦ 🍃 ⟧ ⟣ Paraphilia(s): MAM (14-17), MAPphilia (Adult MAPs), Kittoamory, Autogynephilia, Autoaptophilia, Autobiasto, and Autophilia.

⟦ 🍯 ⟧ ⟣ Personality: He is Reflective and Rational, but can seem to be rude, brash, and arrogant to others for seemingly no reason. Kit hates getting close to others in fear of losing them, so it seems a bit distant at times; however, despite this, whis (without realizing it) sticks closely to those cat has accidentally grown attached to. Behind his “cold shell” xyr is actually a soft, shy, and sensitive young boy just trying to seem brave and sturdy; at which it takes a while to see his soft side.

⟦ 🌸 ⟧ ⟣ Interests: Crocheting, Thunderstorms, Tea, Sleep, Reading, Collecting random things, Flower-Crowns, and Travel.

⟦ 🌻 ⟧ ⟣ Dislikes: Snow, Puns, Surprises, Others yelling, Calligraphy, Child stories, Foraging, and Public events.

⟦ 🥐 ⟧ ⟣ Signoff(s): 🐈‍⬛, 🖤, 🪦, ⛈️, or 🌪️

⟦ 🥧 ⟧ ⟣ Other: I included some outfit concepts :3

Disclaimer: An headmate/alter does not need to be exactly as specified, and we do not support forcing an headmate/alter to be exactly as specified. Also, we are not responsible for anything that a headmate/alter made from this does.

#🥧 ⪧ Beautiful Being ｡°✩#BAA/BAH #BAH/BAA #alter packs #headmate packs #headmate pack #headmate creation #alter creation #build an alter #build a headmate #id pack

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adelemadouce · 1 month

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The Emissary of Pharao

Even though my life was going smoothly I began to change. The discovery of physical love through Moira's descriptions (and she described her rendezvous' with Joseph Bonaparte in great detail!) confused and frightened me at the same time. I looked at my body and found myself not at all desirable. Rather small and thin, I only had small breasts but with large nipples. They looked like thimbles! I tried to hide them whenever the other girls saw my thimbles through my clothes and teased me. They also teased me for my freckles and for my unruly curls, blonde and brown. The girls said my hair looked like burnt straw!

Moira sensed that I was unhappy. She knew that the other girls rejected me because I seemed arrogant. But Moira said: "They reject you because you're too pretty, Adèle. Look in the mirror, you're a beauty! Violet eyes!!! Who in the world has violet eyes?! And for this..." she touched my thimbles, "...for this...girl!!!...men would die only to see them!" Moira was always so kind to me. What she said calmed me down a little, but it didn't give me any more self-confidence.

Then a big event happened for us in the first days of November 1799. General Bonaparte, who had just returned from Egypt, wanted to visit the Institute!

The General was welcomed in France as the 'Saveur de la Republique'. Madame Campan explained to us that there was a fear in Paris of a conspiracy that would keep our country in chaos by Royalists or Jacobins. Only General Bonaparte could save us!

Hortense had the idea of putting on a performance for her stepfather. A ballet with the title 'Terpsichore's Homage to the Savior'. Hortense said: "I will play the harpe and you, Adèle, will dance the main role. You are our Terpsichore!" The girls applauded, but I felt close to fainting - I should dance for the General!

We only had two days to practice the ballet. I got a flower crown and a sheer knee-long shirt. "My brother Napoléon will see your nipples, I bet that's what he'll like best," Caroline mocked. But Moira whispered to me: "No, he won't!" For the day of the performance she tied a flesh-coloured ribbon around my breast so that my thimbles would not be visible. So, the big day came. We were all so excited, the Institute was like a beehive! The carriage of General Bonaparte drove into the courtyard, accompanied by several guards on horseback.

There he was! General Napoléon Bonaparte! Together with aunt Joséphine he was warmly welcomed by Madame Campan. Our youngest schoolgirl presented aunt Joséphine a bouquet of flowers while our girls'choir sang 'La Marseillaise'.

I looked at the General, he was of medium height, very slim. He wore a dark blue uniform with gold trim and a bicorne hat with massive plumes in the colours of the Republic. His skin was copper brown, he had just returned from the sun of Egypt! His eyes, on the other hand, shone very brightly. He looked serious, almost angry. But when he offered his arm to Mme. Campan he suddenly smiled gently. While she showed him around the Institute, we rushed to the auditorium, where our ballet was taking place. Hortense sat at the harpe, I got into my position and immediately started dancing when the General, aunt Joséphine and Mme. Campan entered the auditorium. The room filled with the General's entourage and for the first time I saw Eugène Beauharnais, Joséphines son. I smiled and danced, smiled and danced, saw aunt Joséphine blow me a kiss, danced on, on and on, and finally laid the flower-crown at the feet of the General, our savior!

Then I heard the applause, I smiled grateful, curtsied and looked up at General Bonaparte. But his face was emotionless...

#napoleon bonaparte #fanfiction

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k-vanity · 11 months

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Camp Couture- A K-Vanity event

Congratulations! You’ve been accepted into the elite fashion camp, Camp Couture! For the next 8 weeks of summer vacation, you will be attending your choice of workshops–of course with your personalized twists! You’re going to shine and you are going to have a good time!

That being said, because this is a fashion camp, you will have to present your final project at the end of the summer at the runway–and may the best seams win!

Camp Couture — Campers will choose their workshops and cabin assignments to have the best time at camp and study to create the most amazing final project at the end of camp Fashion Show!

Writers: Workshops-Trope/Prompts: you can choose just the trope, just the activity or both!

Canoeing-enemies to lovers

Tie-dying-fake dating

Modeling-strangers to lovers

Costume Design-fantasy au

Talent Show-soulmate au

Bonfire night-friends to lovers

Accessorizing-make your own au

Ex. fake dating with Joshua and you hang out with the people you are supposed to lie to while tie-dying shirts!

Cabin Assignments- Main Genre:

Bobbins cabin— Fluff

Silk cabin— Smut

Thimble cabin— Angst

Thread cabin— Romance

Seam cabin— Horror/Thriller

Patchwork cabin— Science Fiction

Visual artists: You make use one of the prompts/genres above or you can create an edit that shows any activity outdoors that is fashion related (ex, edits of an outdoor photoshoot, vacation, reality show, etc).

Rules:

You must be a member of the network to participate.

For writers, the content must be at least 500 words.

For visual artists, the prompt must be included in your work (where it's in the caption or in the gif/gfx/edit itself).

Use the tag #kcampcouture along with the net tag #kvanity when posting your work.

Regular rules and regulations from the net apply to this event.

Event Timeline:

Posting Period: June 21st-Aug 31st

Masterlist will be posted Sept 8th

If you have any questions please reach out to the K-Vanity team!

#kvn event #kcampcouture

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Juulna’s 2021 Multi-Fandom Fanfiction Rec List - Part Six

(Yes, I realize this is a year late, but this year's been a bit nuts. I still hope you enjoy these fics anyway!)

Based only on what I’ve read with my own eyes this year!

Follow me on my journey into what, at times, was…

…actually rather calming! Perhaps you can find some comfort and entertainment, fluff and angst and romance and friendship, smut and a distinct lack of it, space adventures and fantasy and modern adventures, serial killers and good guys, redemption and reconciliation and learning to become someone completely different — there is so much here I read that stuck with me over the past year, and the 2021 Fanfic Reading Challenge ( @fanfic-reading-challenge ) allowed me a new way to keep track of all of my favourites. So props to that event! Definitely participating again (considering I run the event, yeah, that's probably a given lol, but full disclosure).

Without further ado, here were my 2021 fic favourites!

Fandom: GoT/AsoIaF

Jaime/Sansa/Oberyn/Ellaria:

Names in the Snow by OperaPhantom

“It’s a punishment,” most whispered. “Punishment from the Old Gods for betraying them for the Seven.”

A few others disagreed. “A gift from the Old Gods to the eldest Stark daughter,” they said. “Or a gift to the North.”

~~~~~~ Sansa Stark receives the Gods' Gift, the mark that identifies her soulmate, only to find out it's what no one, not even herself, expected it to be. But sometimes, surprises can be sweet.

For the February 2021 Pack Prompt of "unexpected".

Jaimsa:

I'm not a princess (this ain't a fairytale) by K_R_Closson

After Joffrey beheads Ned Stark, and his engagement to Sansa is broken, he decides to host a tournament, with the prize being Sansa's hand in marriage. When Jaime Lannister shows up at the last minute to win it, she's afraid she'll be stuck in King's Landing until Joffrey's cruelty does her in. But Jaime made a promise and, one way or another, Lannisters always pay their debts.

Joberyn:

Bequeathed from Pale Estates by Author376

In a Westeros where Soulmates are bound and Marked by the Gods to bind Houses together and pay blood debts, Lyarra Snow and Oberyn Martell are about to get a shock...

Jonsa

and no net ensnares me by thimbleful

Since Jon left, Sansa has struggled to keep things together and she longs for his return. However, when he does return things only become worse. Jon learns about his parentage and doesn't know how to make sense of anything, how to fix the inevitable mess the reveal will create, or how to protect the people he loves. But at least, after all these years, the pack is finally back together. Then, one day, Sansa disappears. Post season 7 fic.

His Winter Queen by @tm-writes-blog

A rewrite of the show's last seasons and how Jon and Sansa forged a true ruling block to challenge the Dragon Queen and defeat the Night King.

There will still be major character deaths, but some very different choices greatly impact the story.

we are buried in broken dreams by Anonymous

Prompt: Sansa and Jon sleeping together before he goes to Dragonstone and when he comes back he finds out she is pregnant.

A full on s8 fix-it fic at this point.

Like winter we are cruel by @ferrame

Winter has come to Winterfell, Jon expects a war north of the Wall, and Littlefinger is brewing one inside the very castle.

you are my sun, my moon (and all of my stars) by Goodforthesoul

When the white wolf came, the Lord of Winterfell had no choice but to give him his eldest daughter. Eddard Stark had grown up on legends of wolves, on the stories of bargains made by the First Men, on the knowledge of the price that he and his family might one day be forced to pay. His father had explained the reason their house had taken a wolf as its heraldry and “Winter is Coming” as its motto, a reminder of a promise to honor, a recognition of a debt owed that would need, one day, to be paid. Ned had breathed a sigh of relief when his sister’s twentieth winter arrived and the beast had not. And he had watched the dawn sky for the first signs of the snow that would mark that his daughter, too, might also be spared, might escape the fate that had been handed down by their ancestors. But no man could be so lucky.

Sansa, too, had been born with the North in her blood, had been raised on the stories of white wolves, had lived her life with the knowledge that one might come for her.

if you try to break me, you will bleed by @dialux

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

The pursuit of non-bath time happiness by Queenofthebees

After Jon refuses Gendry's ask for Arya's hand, citing the fact Sansa was not yet betrothed, Rickon observes and, with the help of Shaggydog, Ghost and Arya, comes up with a plan to have Jon realise he should court Sansa himself. And if it were to result in Jon being less strict about bath times, that was totally coincidental!

The She-Wolves of Winterfell by @vixleonard

The pack survived. So has the Stark habit of keeping secrets.

Jonsaery:

and in the night, you'll hear me calling by @lesbiancerseilannister

When you met your soulmate, touched them for the first time, you would see everything in all its colorful glory.

Jonsanerys:

Brave, Gentle, Strong by @jonsainthenorth

The Night King is defeated, the battle is ended, the dead heroes are burned, but the song is not yet done.

Now, Dany must grapple with the news of her newfound family and the possibility for the Targaryen line to continue beyond her. . . and beyond her brother’s son. She offer Sansa an impossible choice, one that will destroy the Lady of Winterfell's independence but grant her heart's desire and protect the North in perpetuity. Jon is caught between the two halves of himself, between two Queens, Targaryen and Stark, Fire and Ice, Dragon and Direwolf, honor and dishonor...

Sanberyn, Brandon Stark/Catelyn, minor Rhaelyanna, Jon/Cersei:

The Road to Victory by writing_as_tracey

Too late in preparing for the Night King and the Long Night, the last stand at Winterfell is close to falling. Bran takes desperate measures to ensure victory, and Jon, Sansa, and Arya pay the price for it in a time unfamiliar to them, on the cusp of another war. [GoT, time-travel fix it]

Sanberynia:

A Winter in Braavos by Silberias

Sansa escapes to Braavos with the Dornish.

Desert Winds Rather Than Mountain Air by Silberias

Catelyn Stark leaves King's Landing telling even her old friend Petyr Baelish that she is taking her daughters back to Winterfell. Instead she takes them, without telling Ned, to Dorne because if anyone will believe a tale of Lannister treachery it will be the Martells of Dorne.

She realizes, as she reaches the gates of Sunspear, that she is really no better than her father was all those years ago.

Clinging To The Wild Things That Raised Us by TheSweetestThing

If the Martells demanded the traitor Sansa Stark’s hand in marriage in return for peace throughout the Seven Kingdoms, then so be it.

For Fear Tonight Is All by Silberias

Tyrion knew, as he gazed up at the dark skinned Martell man that this was perhaps his only chance to spirit Sansa out of King's Landing and away from his father's greedy fingers. Tywin Lannister would have married the girl himself if he felt he could have gotten away with it, and so Tyrion knew his own marriage was no protection to Ned Stark's daughter whatsoever.

"Invite her, demand her, steal her--whatever you choose, Prince Oberyn, choose it soon. Else my lady wife shall break into more pieces than the stars."

a sad tale's best for winter by @branwyn-says

Oberyn and Ellaria visit the finest brothel in Oldtown. One of its most alluring attraction is the harpist, a girl with dyed brown hair.

She's still a maid, the brothel-keep assures them.

in this expected country they know my name by @lesspopped

At the wedding feast, Oberyn and Ellaria are approached by the Master of Whisperers, who begs they indulge him with a discussion of clothing — specifically, Lady Sansa Stark's. Very fine, they all agree...but what a shame, Ellaria tuts, she has lost an amethyst from her hairnet.

So when Joffrey begins to cough, they follow her, and find her in the godswood.

I See The Stars In Your Eyes by @themistressmaster

She feared that she was just like her aunt, a wreath of winter roses bestowed upon her at a tourney.

Sanberynia/Jon:

Dornish Customs by @framboise-fics

Sansa escapes from the Eyrie to Castle Black after being accused of the death of her late husband Harrold Hardyng, arriving just after Jon has been resurrected. The two of them decide to flee South together and after journeying for many moons, they arrive in Sunspear and find sanctuary with Prince Oberyn and his paramour Ellaria Sand.

But neither of them have escaped from their pasts unscathed, and during the sweltering days and long sultry nights of Dorne, tensions boil over in unexpected ways.

Sansa deserves a good man guarding her, an honourable man, and she has put her trust in Jon, who is not an honourable man at all. Perhaps he came back wrong, he thinks sometimes, perhaps this sickness is something the red priestess gave him.

Stansa:

Half of Winter by @manic-intent

Stannis Baratheon has survived wars, sieges, pitched battles and skirmishes and worse, but nothing has made him feel as lost and out of place and unnerved as this very moment.

The little pink infant in the crib sleeps peacefully, wrapped in furs, and her wrists are innocently blank. For an irrational moment, Stannis envies her, then he straightens up and turns away. Winterfell is warm, somehow - some sort of piped system, apparently - and his gloves are tucked into his belt, baring the pale silver script on the underside of his right wrist: Sansa Stark.

Wolf's Blood by @manic-intent

"Ser Davos tells me that my brother Robb has done something rash," Sansa cuts in hurriedly, before Stannis rebukes Davos. "Is that true? He has broken his word to the Freys?"

"Aye, and Lord Walder will not so easily forgive that," Stannis looks over to the Twins where they are marked on the huge table that forms the centerpiece of the Chamber, and behind him, sleek and voluptuous in her sheer red dress, Melisandre smiles with her full, crimson mouth. "Your brother is a gifted commander, but he is still a very young boy. Still," Stannis adds, with a lift of a shoulder, "Older men than he have sundered far more over women. I should know - I was part of the last war that broke out over a woman. Your aunt."

Queen of the Seven Kingdoms by @sarahtheblack

Ned doesn't go to Cersei with a warning. He goes to Dragonstone.

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