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ima-ghost-art · 10 months

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If you're still doing oc prompts how about somecats "moment of happiness"

(The OCs - 1, Bellona - 2, Pennyfathing, 3, Kismet, 4, the kittens) (THIS time in canonical order)

Bellona

Bellona smiled, stretching back on the old boxes she was sitting on, hand on her bump as she stared lovingly at her mate and eldest kit. Merlinite was teaching their little Alonzo how to do pirouettes.

She truly couldnt believe how much she loved her little family, and the fact that they were so soon to welcome two more kittens just made her heart sing.

Bustopher had dropped by not long ago, with enough rice pudding to last a few days, Bellona knew he would be back in time for her to give birth, along with Jenny and Jelly of course.

She missed the rest of jellicles dearly, but this was what was safest for her family, and as an now ex Protector, she wouldnt hesitate to make sure her family was safe. So she chose to live in the moment, and embrace the life she and her mate were making together.

Merlin picked up Alonzo and spun him around, filling the air with bubbles as the kit laughed. Bellona smiled, as she enjoyed her moment of happiness.

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Pennyfathing

Penny grinned as Quaxo twirled around him in dizzying circles. Their impromptu picnic turned dance show being their entertainment for the evening.

He clapped as Quaxo took a bow, the kittens fur glittering like star light. Pennyfathing was entranced, his bestfriend was capable of such wonderful things and he was lucky enough to be allowed to watch him and the little bits of magic he would harness when he preformed.

You could probably call the kit star struck, and Penny wouldnt bother denying it. He loved Quaxo. And he loved every little moment he was able to spend with him, even if it was eating a mouse on a dusty old blanket in a forgotten alley.

Penny moved to let Quaxo snuggle up against him, tired after doing so much spinning.

A warmth spread through his chest as he remembered the offer he was given a few days ago, a new tribe looking for magical cats and fighters. He knew now he was going to except the offer, and bring Quaxo with him so they could become powerful mates just like he had said!!

But for now, Pennyfathing let them just sit there in comfortable silence, two kittens cuddling on a dusty old blanket, enjoying a moment of happiness.

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Kismet

Kismet was a blushing mess! Never once before, had they met a person who could get them this flustered than Etcetera.

Once a calm and collected Protector of the Streat Cats Tribe, now a blubbering bundle of words trying to make sence, and they couldn't be happier!

Their tibes had been working together more closely after the passing of old Deuteronomy, and so they had bumped into eachother as if only fate itself had brought them together!!

And well, Kismet couldn't help it, they were smitten at first sight. Etcetera was just so sweet and excitable, if only a bit loud, but that didnt matter when she looked at them like they carried the sun in the sky.

Their leaders had approved, Old Jillymonty and Lady Jemima even offering for them to switch tribes if they wished, but the two had agreed of spending time in both for now.

Kismet had fallen in love with the best queen in the world, and the moment she asked to be mates was the happiest moment of all.

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The Kittens

Hiraeth and Eglantine sat talking on top of the old car, and Cecily sat not too far away on the tire. Together with Lucideus and Tilibubble, as they were the oldest, they were all on babysitting duty while most of the adults were all of hunting.

They didnt mind the arrangement, it was nice not to spend the morning getting dragged around by Jelly and Asparagus doing chores.

Most of the younger kittens were in the main clearing, being entertained by Luci as she put on a mini show with all the dance moves she had learned from Bombalurina! Melon and Diotima stepping in to be her back up dancers, as Hiraeth sang for them from his little perch.

Yippee, Dyluela, Aggie and Pumpkenna sat at his feet, switching from watching Hira and the show.

Atlas sat up near Tili in the watch tower, Noddy, the youngest, sat on his lap as he chatted quietly to his aunt. The three much preferring to watch their friends where it wasnt as loud.

The Deuteronomy - Jones litter were mostly watching the performance, the triplets making sure to join in singing with their cousin, along with Russet and Azalea, when the moments called for it! Though the oldest, Maxinellie was taking a nap by Cecily's feet.

Admetus and Aristotle were also having their morning snooze in the pipe.

Finally MollyMay, Oopsie daisy and Elysian were all cuddled making daisy chains by the nursery.

All in all, the day wasnt that special, it was normal as any other, but if you would find there the meaning of what happiness is, in a moment like this.

#THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!#honestly did i need to do this many stories?? nope did i do it anyway?? DUH #i loved this prompt sm!!! it was so fun being able to take the happy moments for tbese characters and just write some wholesomeness for the #they deserve it #cats bellona #pennyfathing cats #cats kismet #im definitely not tagging all the kittens lmao #cats oc hiraeth #cats oc eglantine #Diotima cats #atlas cats #Aristotle cats #Mollymay cats #Maxinellie cats #Cecily jones cats #Lucideus and Tilibubble cats #cats the musical

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lanami-legacy · 1 year

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People of Marazi OC Masterlist

Eglantine Obriv

Birthplaces: Marazi

Species: Human (Marazi)

Appearances:

Prequel Trilogy

The Clone Wars

Original Trilogy

Love Interests: N/A

Affiliation(s):

Darth Viveza

The Marazi

The Enarsa Sept

Face-claims: Tati Gabrielle

Eglantine was the older sister of Cordelia Obriv and a childhood friend of Darth Viveza. She was known to be attentive and highly skilled in the ways of the Force. Eglantine was killed by her master when Heiss feared that she was becoming too strong.

Cordelia Obriv

Birthplaces: Marazi

Species: Human (Marazi)

Appearances:

Prequel Trilogy

The Clone Wars

Original Trilogy

Love Interests: Loxas

Affiliation(s):

Children of Beniko

The Marazi

The Enarsa Sept

Obriv Family

Face-claims: Kiki Layne

Cordelia was the younger sister of Eglantine Obriv and overseer of the Obriv Sept until Antonella Karaay‘s takeover during the Clone Wars. Cordelia served as one of Marazi’s representatives for over 15 years. Leading to her becoming friends and eventually marrying Loxas (as part of an arranged marriage).

Jaks Karaay Snr

Birthplace: Joba

Species: Human/Shistavanen

Appearances:

Prequel Trilogy

The Clone Wars

Love Interest: N/A

Affiliation(s):

The Marazi

The Nkua Etana Sept

The Enarsa Sept

Face-claim: Kurt Russell

Karaay was the father of Jaks Jr, and Darth Viveza's second in command during the Clone Wars.

Macakruka "Mak" Cozv

Birthplace: Marazi

Species: Mirialan

Appearances:

Prequel Trilogy

The Clone Wars

Love Interests: N/A

Affiliation(s):

The Marazi

The Enarsa Sept

The Nkua Etana Sept

The Juhani Family

The Karray Family

Rebel Intelligence

Face-claim: Danny Pudi

Macakruka was a pilot within the Nkua Etana Sept. He was known for his laid back and goofy attitude. He was the second and best friend of Ruta Juhani.

Ruta Juhani

Birthplace: Melida/Daan

Species: Human

Appearances:

Prequel Trilogy

The Clone Wars

Love Interests: Glitch (TBD)

Affiliation(s):

The Marazi

The Enarsa Sept

The Nkua Etana Sept

The Juhani Family

The Karray Family

Rebel Intelligence

Face-claims: Keke Palmer

Ruta was one of the first members of the Nkua Etana Sept along with her cousin Uka, and her in-law, Naree. She’s well known for her love of history and whenever given the chance she’ll tell stories of Marazi’s past in the most dramatic way possible.

Uka Juhani

Birthplace: Melida/Daan

Species: Human

Appearances:

Prequel Trilogy

The Clone Wars

Love Interests: Naree Juhani

Affiliation(s):

The Marazi

The Enarsa Sept

The Nkua Etana Sept

The Juhani Family

The Karray Family

Rebel Intelligence

Face-claims: Anna Diop

Uka worked as a bounty hunter during the Republic Era. As a child, Uka built cybernetic replacement for her shoulder. Around the time she and Ruta fled their home planet of Melida/Daan to escape the ongoing Civil War. Later in life she married a Marazi named Naree and adopted a child named Astrid with her.

Naree Juhani

Birthplace: Vorpa’ya

Species: Human

Appearances:

Prequel Trilogy

The Clone Wars

Love Interests: Uka Juhani

Affiliation(s):

The Marazi

The Enarsa Sept

The Nkua Etana Sept

The Juhani Family

The Karray Family

Rebel Intelligence

Face-claims: Li Bingbing

Naree mainly worked as a doctor and repair woman. She was in charge of the repairs of artificial limbs and life cyborg life support systems within the Nkua Etana Sept. She’s one of Astrid Juhani’s adoptive mothers.

Antonella Karaay

Birthplace: Marazi

Species: Human (Marazi)

Appearances:

Prequel Trilogy

The Clone Wars

Original Trilogy

Love Interests: N/A

Affiliation(s):

The Marazi (formerly)

The Enarsa Sept (formerly)

Galactic Empire

Face-claims: Kristen Wiig

Antonella was a politician, bureaucrat, and military officer whose career spanned the Fall of the Republic and the Age of the Empire. She originally lived on Marazi and worked as a doctor and supervisor to many of the settlements throughout the planet. She was the cousin of Jaks Karray Snr, and the aunt of Jaks Jr.

Nell Dameron

Birthplace: Naboo

Species: Human

Appearances:

Sequel Trilogy

Love Interests: N/A

Affiliation(s):

Dameron Family

First Order (formerly)

Face-claims: Akira Akbar

Nell Dameron, formerly designated LL- 4439, was a human female initiate stormtrooper who served the First Order until her desertion and subsequent defection to the New Jedi/Sith Alliance. Shortly after her defection, she was adopted by Alliance members Poe and Finn Dameron.

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silvermanconrad5 · 2 years

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katybriantart · 4 years

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This is the newest item on my Redbubble store, an Eglantine and Royal Fern arrangement. Thank you @thegirlinthetardisat221b for the suggestion of these plants

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alexiethymia · 3 years

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Jeanne Theories (but more like questions)

A dump for all my questions and theories about Jeanne. In the manga, the third chapter is named after her (Chapter 1 is Vanitas, while Chapter 2 is Noe). Arguably, you could say she’s the third most important character. Among all of the main characters, her past seems to be the one we know least about. This actually ties to my questions relating to vampires and their ages.

I am a bit confused about how aging works with vampires and how that reflects physically. We have Noe and Dominique who are chronologically the same age as Vanitas. Assuming nothing goes wrong, human Vanitas would die of old age (except we know that isn’t the case), while Noe and Dominique would look physically the same how many years later. Jeanne’s age wasn’t intentionally revealed because I think it ties in with the plot, but we know she’s centuries older than the main cast. She’s been with Ruthven since before the betrayal, and grew up with Chloe. This is where it gets confusing for me. Chloe became a vampire at four, but physically stopped aging at eleven years old. Jean Jaques was also a hidden vampire changed by Babel but he ended up growing and looking older than Chloe (at least physically). Same with Jeanne. She and Chloe met when Jeanne was younger than her, but Jeanne grew up to look like a young woman. I’m curious as to the difference as to why it was only Chloe who stopped growing physically at around eleven years old, although she’s older than Ruthven.

Jeanne’s link to Luna of the Blue Moon

I don’t think the line above is a throw-away line. Jeanne was of Ruthven’s time, and we find out that Luna had also seen her, specifically during the time of the Great War. She left that big of an impact on Luna that they would retell the story to Vanitas (and I presume Mikhail too), which had that much of impact on him as well.

They removed this context from the anime which makes it as if Vanitas heard of Jeanne through stories, except we know from the manga that it was more personal since he heard it from Luna.

Why exactly did Luna have admiration towards Jeanne? Was it because she was slaughtering Vampires of the Red Moon? But contrary to the rumors, recent chapters would show us that Luna didn’t seem to be a vengeful entity or hold ill-will toward Vampires of the Red Moon.

Luna was also probably the reason why Vanitas felt an initial connection with Jeanne. Like with his hourglass earring, the name, the book, the gloves, etc., despite their complicated past, Vanitas seems to be (consciously or unconsciously) maintaining a link with Luna.

Jeanne’s Slumber (possible connections with Sleeping Beauty)

Why was it necessary for Jeanne to sleep all this time? And why did she have to wake up now, at this exact moment in time? What exact thing does Ruthven need to use her for, and for what purpose? Because let’s admit it, Lord Ruthven is shady af.

It’s also ironic how Jeanne reads Sleeping Beauty and places Vanitas in the princess’ position, when she has more in common with the fairytale. Having to sleep for a hundred years, her mark is that of a rose with thorns evoking the imagery of ‘Briar Rose’ and the spindle, while her epithet ‘Hellfire Witch’ evokes imagery of the evil fairy who could turn into a dragon and breathe fire (admittedly I may be focusing on the Disney version too much).

We know she’s named after Jeanne d’Arc, a martyr who was burnt at the stake (please, please, let this not be foreshadowing of how she dies) hence the connection to her epithet ‘Hellfire Witch’, but even disregarding how vampires (and perhaps humans as well?) have true names, Vanitas says she was ‘bestowed’ a saintly name. We know she was adopted, and we don’t know the circumstances of her birth which are shrouded in mystery, but could Ruthven have been the one to grant the name ‘Jeanne’ to her?

If not for the fact that we already had Florifel and Eglantine in the first chapter, I would have thought Jeanne’s true name and malnomen if she gets one later would be connected to the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty.

Jeanne’s Malady

The vampires in Vanitas no Carte are different from the stereotypical portrayals of vampires, except for one - Jeanne. Jeanne has that uncontrollable desire to drink blood, and yet as of now, doesn’t appear to be a curse bearer. Based on her patchy memories, we can infer it was Ruthven who made her like this, is the one to supply her with her sketchy medicine, all the while forcing her to swear not to talk about it.

Is she in the same predicament as Loki, Luca’s older brother, forced to have the symptoms of a curse bearer and yet being prevented from being cured, by Ruthven? For what greater purpose? Why is it necessary for Loki to be a curse bearer? And more intriguing than that, why is he consenting to it? It all relates to the Queen somehow, something which no one is privy to except the Oriflamme Family.

Sleeping Lions

Who could Marquis Machina be referring to? Everyone in the Oriflamme family, and by extension Jeanne, have connections with the imagery of lions and fire (they seem to have an elemental affinity like how Luca displayed, except that Ruthven’s is black fire, which makes me wonder what color Loki’s flames would be if ever). Jeanne can’t seem to manipulate the World Formula like Ruthven and Veronica though. The flames come out of her gauntlet, Carpe Diem.

In relation to that, I think Misha’s patron is Marquis Machina. In the same way, Marquis Machina built Carpe Diem for Jeanne, I think he built Misha’s hand and dog for him. I mean Marquis Machina doesn’t seem to be working with Ruthven and Charlatan. His pieces seem to be the kin of the Blue Moon (Vanitas and Misha), the dhams, and the De Sade family. It could also be that the De Sade have their own agenda and are just using Marquis Machina or it’s just a mutual beneficial arrangement. If so, an eventually power struggle is bound to break out, possibly between the De Sade and the Oriflamme families, and poor Jeanne will be caught in the middle. Where then does the Shapeless One play into this? Perhaps a third faction? A silent observer? A loyalist to the queen? There’s still too little information to theorize.

Who could the Sleeping Lion Marquis Machina wants to see wake up be?

Jeanne, Faustina, Luna, and Naenia

It could just be a stylistic thing, but the long flowing light colored hair seem to be common among all of them.

In relation to Pandora Hearts and its themes of will and what measure is a person, what if the Jeanne that we know now is just a consciousness inhabiting a body (kind of like Oz and Jack), specifically the queen’s body to be exact. It would certainly be foreshadowing to when she says ‘promise to kill me when I’m no longer myself anymore’.

Alternatively, the current Jeanne we know may just be a vessel or a golem to house the Queen whose body has deteriorated. It certainly would explain why she was treated as a doll even in her earliest memories. ‘Jeanne’ isn’t supposed to exist.

Although it’s a long shot, since Ruthven has connections with Charlatan, and by extension Dr. Moreau, could ‘No. 70′ have been Jeanne? Again like I said, it’s a long shot. I think it’s likelier that No. 70 is a character we haven’t been introduced to yet.

Jeanne’s Parents

This is a Mochizuki work. Of course, there’s got to be something to it. Why exactly did they side with the humans so suddenly in the war? What horrible thing did the vampires do to have over a thousand of their kind turn against them? And yet the way it reads, rather than betray Ruthven, I think Jeanne’s parents along with all of the vampires who were slaughtered were sacrificial pawns. Maybe I’m just really biased against Ruthven, but I think he was the one to lead the rebellion of his students, and like Chloe, although he presents himself to be an ally of the current Vampire Monarchy, perhaps he’s just biding his time to get revenge for his students. In working with Charlatan, it’s vampires who he’s harming.

What greater purpose could he have in wanting to assassinate his own nephew or ally himself with a known vampire extermination unit of the Chasseurs (Gano and his ilk) or in killing so many vampires by having their true names corrupted?

Face to face with Noe, we see in their meeting that Noe says the exact same words Ruthven told Chloe when he was younger. Noe reminds Ruthven of his students, while Ruthven reminds Noe of his teacher. I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, but it seems like the Ruthven of now scorns his past self’s moderate and progressive ideals of vampires and humans living in harmony. He speaks of our side, your side, and Noe having to choose one or the other. And yet all of his collective actions at this point have served not to protect but rather harm vampire kind, which puts him in direct opposition to Vanitas who wants to save vampires.

In relation to Jeanne, there will be a boiling point. She’s loyal to Luca and she’s loyal to Ruthven. She’s incredibly fond of Dominique. As of now, she also loves Vanitas. And yet down the line, inevitably Luca and Ruthven will be on opposing sides, so I am curious to see how the betrayals and conflicting loyalties will play out.

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vainlgacy · 3 years

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ARRANGED MARRIAGE TO SIRIUS BLACK .

"The pure-blood families are all interrelated. If you’re only going to let your sons and daughters marry purebloods your choice is very limited, there are hardly any of us left." - Sirius Black

When it comes to the pureblood families, the idea of blood purity is crucial and one of the most important traditions to keep when planning and determining the next generation that you will be creating. The Black family had been considered one of the purest of the Sacred 28 and planned to keep the bloodline as pure as possible. Not only did the Black family practice incest, it was also practiced heavily in the Gaunt family and even in the Lestrange family. Sirius’ parents Walburga and Orion Black were second cousins and Leta Lestranges’ grandparents Corvus and Eglantine Lestrange were first cousins.

I believe that Narcissa Black and Sirius Black, who are first cousins, were arranged to be married since the day of his birth.

Narcissa was born four years before Sirius in 1955 and him in 1959. The generation that had been born at this time were Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa who were sisters and Sirius who had been their cousin. Sirius at this point in time was the only one who had held the Black name and was capable of carrying it onto the next generation, so it was only smart for his parents to set up an arrangement for him and seeing as Narcissa was the closest in age it was only fitting that she be the one chosen. The arrangement was set up and they were raised together and to my belief, I believe that they were close growing up until Narcissa had started Hogwarts in 1966.

Narcissa started to grow into her faculties at this point, learning more about pureblood supremacy and became the “prim, proper, don’t speak unless spoken to and even if spoken to do not speak out of turn” girl they expected her to be. She had no desire to marry her cousin but the arrangement was inevitable and she had seen what happened if you disobeyed and she felt like she had no other choice. When you are raised in the Black family you do as you are told or you are punished.

In 1971, Sirius had started Hogwarts and Narcissa was in her fifth year. She had been known to hang around with other Slytherins and that sit still, look pretty attitude had still held with her at school and it had gained her popularity among those who also came from pureblood families. During their time at Hogwarts, Narcissa and Sirius never spoke of their engagement for neither of them thought that it was anything to be proud of even though their parents had said it was. They pretended as if the arrangement didn’t exist.

I believe that the Black family would wait until Sirius was at least 16 years old before trying to go through with a wedding since the youngest that someone can be married in England with parental consent is 16. Sirius had run away in 1977 at the age of 16, which would fit with the timeline of parental consent, and if being forced to get married was something that he couldn’t escape while living with his family, finding refuge with the Potter family would be the only way out.

The thought of Narcissa waiting 3 years for marriage after Hogwarts if she was engaged to Lucius Malfoy seems a bit outlandish since her sister Bellatrix had married Rodolphus Lestrange between 1970-1971 which was 1-2 years maximum after she had left Hogwarts. If they had been waiting for Sirius to turn 16 it would fit the timeline a lot better since she would be 20 and would explain the delay.

With Sirius disowned, the Black family had to work fast to make a respectable wife out of Narcissa. Regulus was still too young to be married and while the Malfoy family had half bloods in their lineage, I believe that at a point in time the Blacks owed the Malfoy family a debt and both of the families needed an heir so they had arranged Narcissa and Lucius, who had been hogwarts friends, to be married. The Potter fandom page says that they were married between 1972-1979, which makes the timeline prevalent once again since Sirius ran away and the engagement would’ve been null and void in 1977.

I believe that Narcissa and Lucius married between 1978-1979. This time frame fits a lot better as to why Draco was born the same year as Harry, both of them having been born in 1980. The delay in the marriage between Narcissa and Lucius makes sense if she was set to be engaged to someone else, especially since it wouldn’t make sense for them to wait 6-7 years to be married and then an extra 1-2 years to have Draco. It would mean that Narcissa was without a child for 7-8 years if they were to be married right as Lucius graduated in 1972. But instead, if you have Narcissa waiting until 1978-1979 to be married due to having the original engagement falling through due to Sirius running away , the timeline makes much more sense and is more plausible.

To further the point, other respectable Pureblood families at the time only had male heirs ( evan and felix rosier, rodolphus and rabastan lestrange ), so instead of possibly tainting the bloodline it would be easier to look within their own family. Sirius was the only male of that generation to hold the name Black and Narcissa was the closest of his age. The Black family would’ve grasped at every chance to keep their bloodline pure and marrying cousins isn’t as taboo to them as it is to the rest of the wizarding world.

#incest mention #long post tw #✧ headcanon . your soul is golden #incest mention tw

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dancinginthecenteroftheworld · 5 years

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Nov 24: Music (Missandei/Grey)

Missandei loves the holidays. She loves the cheer and the presents and the excited faces of her students.

She does not love the holiday show at Westeros elementary.

First of all, to call it a holiday show is misleading. It’s a Christmas show with “Dreidel Dreidel Driedel” shoved in for half a song before transitioning back to Santa and Jesus.

Missy isn’t even Jewish and she finds that offensive.

Oh, and there’s the half a verse of a Kwanzaa song that old Sister Eglantine had added when Missy got hired. Missy tried to appreciate that in the spirit it was intended, even though her family doesn’t celebrate Kwanzaa. Not that anyone asked.

Missy is glad that Sister Eglantine retired, and she’s heard good things about the new music teacher, who she’s only met briefly but she’s not terribly optimistic about anything changing. Sister Mordane embraces change at roughly the same rate as continental drift.

Missy already has the damn Dreidel song stuck in her head as she closes up her classroom and heads over to the music room. She waves at Shireen through the window, where the other woman is supervising the run around and snack break the kids get before rehearsal.

Grey, the new music teacher, is more relaxed than he’d been the first time they met. He’s also somehow getting away with wearing sneakers, which makes Missy frown.

Somehow she and Shireen are held to much stricter dress code standards than Tormund, who teaches gym, and apparently Grey.

“It’s not that bad,” Grey says, and Missy realizes she’s been silently glaring.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I was just thinking about something else.”

There’s no time to get into her rant about the patriarchy, not if they’re going to get rehearsal going. Plus, it always leads to the rant on intersectional feminism, which is even longer.

“I’m thinking we’ll try something different,” Grey says. He hands over a folder, filled with sheet music. “Actually make it a winter show. And I wanted to get your opinion on a couple of other possibilities.”

“Has Sister Mordane seen this?”

Missy rifles through the folder. There’s Frosty the Snowman, which she could personally live without, Let It Snow, Sleigh Ride, Jingle Bells, Winter Wonderland. And one song she doesn’t recognize.

“It’s an old version of Holly and the Ivy,” Grey explains. He must have noticed her confusion. “It’s more pagan, really, no mentions of Jesus or God. And it’s lovely.”

It’s also asking a lot of children aged five to eleven, based on the sheet music.

“I’m planning on letting the Sister know after we’ve rehearsed,” Grey says. He gives a small grin. “I mean, we can’t make the kids learn an entirely new show so late, can we?”

“I love you.” It slips out before Missy can stop herself.

Luckily Grey just laughs.

“The last program was really bad,” he agrees.

“What did you want my opinion on?”

“I’m thinking of adding a newer song,” Grey says. He passes a new piece of music over.

“I love Winter Song,” Missy says. It’s also complicated and maybe a little bit bittersweet for kids, but then again, Baby It’s Cold Outside had been in the old program.

Missy had spent a full two hours trying to explain why the song was problematic overall but especially for kids.

She’d failed.

“I’m also thinking of adjusting how we perform,” Grey continues. “It’s asking a lot for the little ones to do the full thing, so I’m thinking we’ll have the full school for Frosty and Winter Wonderland, maybe Let It Snow. Then let them go, the rest for everything but Winter Song and The Holly and The Ivy, which will just be the oldest kids.”

That will certainly make the more complicated songs go over better, and he’s not wrong about it.

“Worth a try,” Missy says.

Grey smiles at her again, which is really a very lovely smile, Missy notices. She takes her place as accompanist, thankful she only has to do so in rehearsals. Playing in public isn’t her favorite, but it’s too difficult for any teacher to play and teach a gaggle of children new songs at the same time while arranging them for stage.

The kids are as on board with the new ideas as Missy is, and the older ones actually cheer when they get the new folders. They manage to get through the program a few times before the parents arrive and the kids don’t sound half bad for a first rehearsal. Grey must have been doing a lot in class to get them comfortable.

He also swears them all to secrecy, saying the program is going to be a surprise for their families. And doesn’t mention that Tommen Baratheon isn’t singing at all, just standing there clutching his sister’s hand.

It’s going to be hard to separate those two for the final arrangement. Tommen has been a mess since everything with his parents, and Missy is becoming concerned that he’s still not speaking.

The boy’s uncle assures her that doctors say it will pass with time, but he’d looked as stressed about it as Missy feels.

She and Grey work out a schedule for rehearsals, and tossing costume ideas back and forth, since Grey is also rejecting the collection of antler headbands and Santa hats.

“Sister Mordane is going to hate it,” Missy says. “Let’s make it happen.”

#november prompts #ficlet #small town au #missandei/grey

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daitranscripts · 2 years

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OUTDATED - NEW POST HERE

-in progress-

Area Introduction

The Threat Remains Pt. 3 - Mother Giselle

Ambient Dialogue

Quest Related:

In Hushed Whispers

Location Specific Banter:

General:

The Crossroads

Quests:

East Road Bandits A Healing Hand Hunger Pangs In the Elements My Lover's Phylactery A Rare Treatment Shallow Breaths

Redcliffe Village

Conversations:

Clemence Hanley D’Urvain Linnea Lysas Talwyn Connor Guerrin Revered Mother Eglantine

Quests:

The Ideal Romance The Ballad of Lord Woolsley A Common Treatment An Advanced Treatment A Rare Treatment Business Arrangements Flowers for Senna

Vallamar

Locations Masterpost

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feel199x · 5 years

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gang!au, gang member!han jisung, florist!reader, underground band!au

chapters: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X masterlist

warnings: angst and themes of abuse and trauma

🌸 a/n: i actually finished this fic, and it’ll be up in my queue to post over the weekend! it’s kind of exciting to be finally finishing this fic! a hint for the next chapter is at the end!! hehe

🌸 song rec: arsonist’s lullaby

Your eyelids were still heavy when you awoke. In front of you, though your eyes still blurry you made out a flower vase. You tried to move, suddenly desperate to feel the petals against your fingertips. Even though they were azaleas, petunias, globe amarths, carrot flowers, and asphodels- all dressed in a void black vase. You knew what it meant, you knew what it threatened. But you found your arms sore, propped up and irritated from the handcuffs that hung from the ceiling. As you looked down, your head getting too heavy for your neck to support, you found yourself surrounded eglantines, lemon and peach blossoms, lungworts, phlox, and red rose petals. You couldn’t help but let out a choked sob, your wrists burning, the metal digging into your skin. You arms stayed propped up, but the numb feeling began to spread through your body. You didn’t even look up as he came in, even as he made sure to slam the door shut.

“You know why you’re in here?” You didn’t answer, your voice all used up from crying. You could feel his fingers on your jaw, propping your face up so you could look straight up at him. You couldn’t make his face out completely, your vision blurred but not fading. There were already bruises there you knew, and he pressed down on them further. “Do you? I try so hard to control myself, and here you are, still acting up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you? I should just leave you here, let you learn your lesson.”

His thumb rested against your chin, looking at you intently- what could almost be mistaken as sympathy. It was deja vu, sitting there like a doll. “But I can’t resist you, can I?” No, you guess he couldn’t. That was the funny thing, right? He couldn’t expect to, how could he resist these primal urges? He talked and talked about nothing, and you were glad that you couldn’t pay attention to his words anyway, mind foggy and complacent. “I even brought you flowers. You didn’t have these in your shop, huh? So I got them. I’m a good husband.”

“Husband?”

“Good thing you’re pretty.” He got up, reaching over you and pulled something off your, well, ring finger. “See that? That cost more than your stupid shop.”

Stupid shop.

He slipped it back on, sitting back down next to you as he continued to talk.

“How long,” you paused, voice weak and raspy, quiet, “has it been?”

He seemed surprised by your question, eyebrows digging into his forehead in sudden anger. He got up and paced around the cramped room, not even bothering to watch him as you stared down at your own clothes- crinkled and dirty. “Why do you care?” he seethed, “I could treat you better than he ever could. A low-level drug dealer and a shitty, amateur rapper. Do you see lover boy here? No, you don’t. ‘Cause he’s dead.”

You let out a small gasp, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes and you looked at him. “What did you do?” you weeped, “Please- please, please tell me what you did.” His pacing came to a stop as he looked at you, face contorted with anger. “I got my co-workers to shoot him and friends dead, that’s what I did. Because you’re mine. Always and forever.”

You didn’t know what was true and what wasn’t- he couldn’t exactly be trusted. You grew impulsive, angry with him. Jisung would never, Jisung could never. He wasn’t that type of person- he could never take advantage of people, he could never keep something like that from of you. And here your captor was, smothering ash over Jisung’s name. But you knew he wasn’t lying about shooting Jisung and his friends, even if you didn’t want to believe it. He had tried the same thing with your family back then too. You felt guilty, at fault like you were the one behind the trigger. Anger bubbled like sparkling in your throat like bubbling water, steaming with impulsivity.

“You should kill me too then. I’d rather rot in the ground next to Jisung than spend another second looking at you.”

You knew your goal should’ve been to play the long game, especially after your failed attempt some time ago. How long has it been? You weren’t sure, there weren’t any windows in the room- and the white painted walls burned into your eyes. If you made him angry now, it would only take longer to gain his trust, but the damage was already done- you could feel the blood pouring out of the back of your head. You might’ve been dying, but you didn’t really care. You couldn’t even feel the pain from the hit from the adrenaline, so you continued to push your luck. Because it was true, Jisung had kept you going, your shop had kept you going. How would you ever be able to look another flower without seeing his face?

“He loved me better than you ever did and he didn’t even ask me to be his lover yet. Lover boy is better than you even dream about.”

It wasn’t like you to speak out of your turn, especially with the looming threat of death. You were too far gone, the warmth of blood streaming down your back. The bruises on your jaw from your grip deepening in color as his grip tightened, yelling some nonsense.

Still, even as he looked into your eyes, his breath hot on you- all you could think about was Jisung. How could you not? Your mind swam through melancholy memories.

You were in his arms tonight. His arms drooped over your shoulder, his head pressed against yours- lips brushing against your jaw as he whispered commentary about the movie you were watching. You were leaning against his chest, feeling his heart beat against your back. Knees propped up as his legs circled around you.

“I love you,” he murmured, “probably more than like, shrek.”

“I would hope so, shrek doesn’t feed you,” you paused, “But I love you too.”

And it was true, but you were unsure of the extent of your infatuation and devotion he was refering to. You wanted to say you were in love with him, but it was too much of a risk. If you scared him off now, who would come by your flower shop to spend time with you? Who would carry you off your bed during the weekends just to go to the convience store. Who would wrap arms and limbs around you and sing you to sleep at night after nightmares, after remembering? Did it even matter? You’ve never felt like this before, the only thing that came close was your devotion was your flowers. Maybe it should’ve scared you, that suddenly there was someone with so much importace to you, on the same level as the only thing that got through the Incident. You turned your head, the side pressed against Jisung’s chest. His arms moved to wrap around you waist, tightening around you. Your nose was touching his, lips only a breath away- but he was crying.

“Jisung,” you said softly, “Why are you crying? You chose this movie.”

“Do you think people in love will always end up together?”

You laced your hands in his, intertwining the both of them. “Of course,” you whispered, “Love finds a way.”

You thought it would happen then, his lips practically on top of yours- but it didn’t. He turned from you, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down- something caught in his throat. “Even if the person lied?”

“I guess it depends on the ‘sung. As long as it wouldn’t change your perception of the person in a way that hurt the relationship too much, I think they could make it.”

“What if it did? What if the person wasn’t as good as you thought they were?”

“Sung, is something going on? You can talk to me, I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.”

“You can’t. I can’t. We can’t.”

“Sung,” You cupped his face, making him look at you. You turned around, and his embrace loosened but remained around your waist. “I love you. You’re my best friend. I love you more than my shop. I promise that I always will, no matter the circumstances. You’re a good person, I know that. I promise, I pinky-promise.” You held up your pinky, and he brushed away his tears wrapping his finger around yours.

You don’t remember exactly what he had said before he left, something about a band dropping out of the club he played at. He had gotten a call and gathered his things almost immediately. You offered to go with him, you always wanted to see him live with his fans but he always refused. He said that it wasn’t your scene, and all grimy- it wasn’t somewhere you should be, not a play for someone pure as you. But you didn’t feel pure and insisted that he was the purer of you two. But it didn’t matter, when Jisung’s mind was set, it was set. He kissed your forehead, and before the door close he wrapped his pinky around yours without another word.

And then Jisung disappeared again.

It wasn’t the first time, but it was one of the longest. The days dragged on, the day having to pull and drag the night up into the sky. Even the sky’s star shined dimly, there only because of obligation. Ever since you started making arrangements back home at your mother’s flower store, you never liked roses much. But now you were starting to understand people’s obsession with them. It was an iconic symbol of love, everyone’s go-to, and you supposed there was a good reason for that. Its smell was sickeningly sweet, and the petals like velvet. You started getting letters in the mail. It happened every day. And even though you were flattered, you began to get worried. Worry arising.

After four months, you finally saw Jisung again. He kept somewhat in contact, but he had been busy. There were two months with complete radio silence, and one night you saw news coverage of shots fired in a car chase. You hadn’t put two and two together then, not even as you saw Jisung slightly limp as he moved around your store. You remember being conflicted about asking him, but as he kept telling you about his stories featuring his group members, you got lost.

That’s the night it all happened.

But before that, way before that. Maybe it really was love at first sight.

After the hose incident, you found Jisung lingering around your store until closing time. He had brought sweets every day for two weeks until you invited him back up to your apartment.

“Thank god,” he groaned, “My grandmother said if it didn’t work this time, she was going to interfere. Jokes on her, though, I’ve been stealing sweets forever.”

You laughed, getting bold after closing the shop and tugging at his wrist as you pulled him up the metal spiral stairs. “I would be more worried about Minho,” you teased, “you’d better not be slacking off during practice or he’ll chew you out.”

“Ew, ugh! Don’t remind me.”

“So, um,” you looked down, “What do you want to do?”

“Can I pick a movie?”

He had chosen a romance movie, you could’ve gone to the theater instead, but he insisted that he would pay you back for the fee- and that going to the theater would never be better than streaming at home. You didn’t mind romance movies, they were fun to watch. But during the less tense parts of the movies, you could feel yourself falling asleep and before you knew it your head was on his shoulder. If you were less sleepy, you would’ve freaked out as he pulled you closer is fingers lightly drawing shapes on your hips. You awoke when you felt Jisung’s chest heave and you looked up to see him crying. It was the first time you saw Jisung cry, and it broke your heart.

“Jisung, are you okay? We can change the movie if it’s too much…”

“No! Sorry, it’s just…”

“It’s just?”

“I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than love. I’m going to have a love like this one day. And I can’t wait. Thinking about makes me cry.”

You were awake now. Eyes glazed over, still heavy with exhaustion and sleep. The blood down your back had dried now, you could feel your hair all bunched together and sticky with the flaky dried and blood. It was throbbing, pulsing almost- the headache was unbearable. How long has it been? How long would it be? You tried moving your legs, a numb static began to make you grow in discomfort. It was for the better though, because otherwise you would’ve felt the rope digging in and around your ankles. It was hard, you had to press your wrists further against the cuffs in order to help yourself. It was awkward, like a baby learning how to walk. It must’ve been hours when you stood there, the feeling finally returning to your legs. Your arms were relieved with the ability to relax, even if they were in an awkward position. They were still strung up, but at least your upper arm could relax.

The flowers in the room had been replaced, but the petals around you were starting to become crisp and brown. Alstroemerias, altheas, arbutus, red and yellow balsams, Japanese rose, jumpers, and kalmias. It made you shiver with disgust and fear. Where was he getting these flowers? Was he going back to your shop?

You collapsed suddenly, your legs caving in on yourself. Your wrists pulled at harshly as your knees hit the floor. Have you eaten? You couldn’t have, how long has it been? Your stomach began to turn, you were hungry, but that was the least of your worries. Was Jisung really dead? What about his friends, Minho, Chan and everyone else? Were they dead too? How were you to expected to live with yourself, knowing you had brought his misfortune on all of them? If they were alive, how could you expect them to forgive you for the mess you had made? You couldn’t, and you would have to live with the guilt of hurting Jisung for the rest of your life. Because you knew it was dangerous, falling in love with someone knowing that it could be turned against you at any moment- but you did anyway. And now you had dug your own grave. Thoughts were growing difficult to form, the space growing through your coherent thoughts. All you could was feel.

How much time has passed? Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? Minutes? All you knew was white. You could see the walls fill in the spots in your vision. It was irrational, but you began to hate the white painted walls. The lack of color was draining you, except for the vase in front of you. You wanted to kick it, destroy it completely- you wanted to move and release everything- every emotion and irrational thought boiling with impulsivity in your head. The only thought going through your head, getting louder and louder, blocking the diminishing number of coherent thoughts.

Jisung is dead.

You cried, even as dehydrated as you were. Your voice was raspy, and you couldn’t even speak words of comfort to yourself. You couldn’t remember, you couldn’t make them out.”It’s…going….to...be...okay.” Maybe it was pathetic but you were the only one you could lean on. You couldn’t hang on to the hope that someone was going to rescue you, especially if the only people you were dead- or angry because of the mess you had caused.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

You looked up, vision spotty and glazed with tears, and nodded desperately. You were mad at yourself for giving in so easily. “You’re pretty like this, “ he cooed, “All broken down and desperate.” He stroked your hair, fingers getting caught in your bloodied hair. “I bet you’re hungry, hm? I’m not going to let you go, so you’re going to have to let me feed you. I’d hate to have to...well, you know.”

You wish you didn’t.

It felt like you were giving in as you ate, the food dry and difficult to swallow. He sat there for a while. The water he made you drink missed your mouth and streamed down your neck. You sat there, helpless, unable to clean yourself. “What a pretty mess,” he murmured, “What a pretty mouth. Just for me.” You hated him, you did. You hated him like forest fire, like the damage of a natural disaster. He disgusted you, he was disgusting- time and time again, he had taken everything that mattered to you. And he won. You felt pathetic, useless. Jisung was dead, dead and gone and you felt like it was all your fault. It made you shake, your heart thumping against your ribcage, begging to get out.

His phone rang, the ringtone burning in your ear. “Yes… I told you...Just get it...Dead.” He must’ve heard you lean against the metal cuffs, because he got up. He smiled, using his thumb to wipe the water off your lips. You were beginning to panic again, maybe it was a small chance that he was talking about Jisung and stray kids, but any chance was big enough to get worried. Before he closed the door, before you could give a second thought: “Help me take..a bath. Please.” Even with your soft, raspy and broken voice, it was enough to get his attention. Words were getting harder to form, it was getting to harder to even think- but you had to warn them, even if you don’t know what the danger was. Because if the call was about them, some of them were alive- and that meant you could clean up some of your mess, or at least make up for it. He ended the call quickly, uncuffing you. You arms immediately dropped, hands slamming against the floor.

“I knew you would come around. But you’d better behave. I don’t care if I have to hurt you to keep you complacent.” You watched as he pulled at your legs, untying the rope that kept your legs together. You struggled to get up, so he opted to carry you, throwing you over his back. It hurt your eyes to be flooded with color as he carried you to the bathroom. The bath ran and you sat in the warm water, he was watching you as he sat on the toilet cover. The feeling was returning to your body as the water in the filling bathtub lapped against you. “Help...me.” You didn’t want him to touch you, you never wanted to feel his fingers brush against your bare skin. You didn’t trust him, and you never would. Especially not after he did, or tried to do with Jisung. But more than anger, you felt guilt. It was overwhelming, contradictory feelings making your head spin even more. You shuddered as you felt the soap against your back.

“I missed you,” he murmured, “I’ve been searching for you for so long, waited for you so long.”

You swallowed hard, biting your lip as he continued. “I watched you for months. I wanted to take you and carry you away in the night, but I wanted to make him watch. He needed to know you were mine.” You felt hot water pour over your head, the bathtub becoming decorated in a red tint. “I almost gave up, I thought I had lost you completely. But then I saw you with lover boy. I wanted to kill him right there, I wanted to kill everyone but you. He gave a good fight though, beat the shit out of me. But guess who’s dead and who’s got the love?” He laughed at that, massaging something into your hair and picking at the flecks. You felt your wound burn and you moved to cover it, but he slapped your hand away. “Me. I won. You’re all mine, and if I ever see him again. I’ll kill everyone. I’m the only one who loves, okay? Not Jisung, not anyone else. You’re mine.” You heard him murmur that again and again. “I love you, you’re mine, mine.” You brought your knees to your chest, glad that the water hid the fact that you were crying. He didn’t push you to get up though, at least he was that decent. You watched as the red water swirled down the drain. He left and brought a towel, and your dress was clean and pressed. He sat on the toilet cover again, watching in case you wanted to pull something again.

This time you walked, content with being able to feel your weight shift as you walked. You knew this feeling, what it felt like to be completely devoid of basic powers. He led you back to the room, watching the phone in his back pocket. As you entered the room, you took an interest in the flowers. They were beautiful, despite what they meant. It was the only color in the white void of a room, and it mocked you. Your fingers caressed the petals, and the smell was haunting. Your heart was beating again, and you did your best to keep your face blank.

“Aren’t they nice? I got them just for you. You don’t even know what they mean, do you?

“No...tell me.”

“Nah. It’s a secret just for me.”

He moved to set up your ties again, and you got up, legs wobbling with a slight shake as your grip around the black vase tightened. It was now or never. It didn’t happen in slow motion- you knew that wasn’t possible. But you watched as the vase shattered against the back of his head, falling, bursting into tiny pieces as the flowers fell to his feet and he toppled. You knew there was no way he would be down for long, so you fished the phone out of his pockets. You panicked as you ran around the large house, searching for a room to hide in the meanwhile. His phone was locked, but you saw the screen unlock as you typed in your anniversary. You didn’t know where you were, a random room with various boxes. You slide the closet door open, met with the smell of mothballs but you entered anyway. There was a lot of stuff, and you piled things on top of you as you typed Jisung’s number.

It fell to voicemail, and you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Jisung….it’s me….don’t have time, please...he’s send..ing...someone. Be safe..please...I’m in love.... with you. I’m sorry.”

You ended the call, typing in the emergency number.

“What’s your emergency?”

“I’m trapped...abducted.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“No.”

“Okay, stay calm okay? Please stay on the line as long as you can.”

“Can’t..he’s coming. Oh god, I’m as good...as dead.”

“Can you tell me his name please?”

“_____”

“____, as in the gang leader?”

“Yes.”

“I need you to stay on the line okay. Do you remember where you last were?”

“Boseong, my shop...flower shop..mirror.”

You heard the door slam open and the closet door slide open with a large creak.

“Sweetheart? Are you still there? Sweetheart, stay on the line. Is he in the room-?”

“Caught.”

azaleas: fragility

petunias: your prescense soothes me

globe amaranths: immortality, unfading love

carrot flowers: do not refuse me

asphodel in a black vase: death threat

eglatines: i wound to heal

lemon blossom: fidelity in love

peach blossom: i am your captive

lungworts: thou art my life

phlox: our souls are united, unanimity

alstroemerias: devotion

altheas: consumed by love

arbutus: love only for you

red balsams: touch me not, impatient resolve

yellow balsams: impatience

japanese rose: beauty is your only attraction

jumpers: asylum, aid, protection

kalmias: treachery

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz fic #skz han jisung #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids han #stray kids han jisung #han jisung #han jisung fanfic #han jisung imagine #han jisung imagines

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Sheila ‘Jetta’ Burns

• Bassist of the Misfits, also plays the saxophone.

• Closeted classic blues tragic. Particularly loves New Orleans jazz.

• Her family history is, as she puts it, more convoluted than an episode of Midsomer Murders. Her mother, Eglantine ‘Egg’ Carfax, was the daughter of the Lord of Wissex. However, the family had fallen on hard times, and to restore the family fortune Egg’s overbearing mother Prudence Carfax had arranged a marriage to wealthy businessman Duncan Broadbent. However, Egg refused and was disowned.

• Egg moved to London’s East End and worked as a public defence lawyer, where she met and married with Jetta’s father, court security officer Freddie Burns. Jetta inherited her love of music, including rock and blues, from them.

• When Egg died when Jetta was seven, Prudence sued for custody of Jetta and won, and became determined to raise Jetta ‘right’.

• As well as her Grandmother Prudence, Jetta lived with her mother’s brother Bartholomew ‘Bertie’ Carfax, his wife Florence ‘Flo’ Carfax, and their two sons Trevor and Mason. Of the family, Jetta only got along with Mason, who like her was a black sheep of the family.

• Jetta and Mason also befriended two local village boys, brothers ‘Jolly’ Jack and Robin Goodfellow.

• As soon as Jetta turned sixteen, the Goodfellow boys helped her to escape the Carfax estate, and she returned to London to be with her father. Sadly, he died only a few months later. She resents Prudence for having kept them separated for so long.

• Jetta joined the Tinkerbillies, dating their lead singer Rancid, and went with them to the States.

• When Pizzazz tried to recruit Jetta she initially refused the offer.

• Rancid never truly respected Jetta, and became jealous of her popularity and started trying to sabotage her. Jetta decided she had enough and quit the band.

• She approached Pizzazz, hoping there was still room in the band, and Pizzazz accepted her. Roxy was not happy about this and she and Jetta thus had trouble getting along at first because of this.

• Has mixed Bangladeshi-Kenyan heritage from her father.

• Enjoys getting causing chaos, and is thus more than willing to go along with Pizzazz’s schemes.

• Jetta doesn’t like to talk about her past before the Tinkerbillies. When asked, she makes up absurd, sarcastic stories about having connections with the Royal family. The other Misfits hold bets among themselves on how long it takes before people catch on that it’s baloney, with the current record-holder being Zipper, who still believes the stories after a full year even after Techrat tried to explain they were false. Clash was the previous record holder, having only realised that she’d been conned after waking up about it in the middle of the night.

• Birthday July 28th. Leo.

#jem #jem and the holograms #jem and the misfists #jem & the holograms #jath #my jemverse

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drenny-dreadful · 5 years

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Sweetpea. Gratitude.

Rue. Regret, sorrow, repentance.

Eglantine rose. A wound to heal.

Yellow roses. An apology.

Celandine. A hope for joys to come.

Rainflower. I must atone for my sins. I will never forget you.

She gathers them up and arranges them, minding the placement of color, then wraps them in a white ribbon with blue tissue paper.

She’s nearly forgotten the way to Dans’ home, and she curses herself for it. She curses herself for everything. For not being there. For being so, so selfish. For telling herself she’d return when she was in a better headspace, and then healing, and then failing to return to her.

Danielle had been...everything. More than she deserved. A kind and caring friend. A constant warm light. Selfless and funny and giving, so giving– of her talents, her time, her love.

And it had all gone to waste on someone who didn’t deserve it. Someone who never reciprocated fully. Someone who did, once, but let those efforts and feelings fade without fighting for them.

She can’t hope for forgiveness. She doesn’t deserve it, she knows that. And the last thing she wants is for Dans to feel more pain because of this apology. She just needs to say sorry, to acknowledge the pain she’s caused.

Danielle deserves an apology. Danielle deserves the world and more.

She leaves the bouquet on her doorstep, and she leaves. It doesn’t matter where she goes.

All I can do apologize. All I hope for you is happiness.

I’m so sorry, Dans.

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larksinging · 5 years

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what are your characters’ favorite kinds of flowers, if they have any? or what flowers/plants would you associate with them

i already got my flowers books out for giz’s, so. i went through a period where i was SUPER into flower symbolism and so i have like 5 books about it. i spent WAY too long on these lists.

winter is from a tundra... i think? so he likes the little wildflowers that spring up in, well, spring. would that be heather and lavender and stuff? stuff like that. he’s grown fonder of the wildflowers around the dragon tribe to use in decorations, so some california poppies, broom, lupine, morning glories, daisies.... he prefers white or blue flowers

amaryllis (pride), anemone (abandonment), flax (i feel your kindness), lemon geranium (unexpected meeting), snowdrop (consolation, hope)

maive likes flowers, in that they were a form of jewelry where she came from. flowers were rare and didn’t last long, so they were Special decorations. i think i said her territory was a kind of badlands area, so cursory looking says that’d have small wildflowers. prarie roses and phlox and stuff. she likes RED flowers, but yellow is okay too

coriander (hidden worth), edelweiss (noble courage), euphorbia (persistence), peony (anger), black poplar (courage), black rose (rebirth), water lily (purity of heart), pencil-leaf geranium (ingenuity)

maria likes flowers well enough, but she prefers the common stuff you see in bouquets. roses, lilies, that sort of thing. the big romantic gesture ones. though bright red flowers unsettle her a little

amaranth (immortality), bay leaf (i change but in death), camellia (my destiny is in your hands), feverfew (warmth), heath (solitude), pansy (think of me), phlox (our hearts are united), blue rose (mystery), locust tree (affection beyond the grave)

mothwhisper likes herbs, she’s a medicine cat. she’s fond of a few pretty flowers, but generally she likes plants for their use in helping the clan. that how it be

bluebell (constancy), cowslip (pensiveness), dandelion (rustic oracle, well really divination but i prefer rustic oracle), mimosa tree (sensitivity), thrift (sympathy), witch hazel (spell, protection)

ivypool has a passing appreciation for plants as medicinal stuff. i feel like she lowkey appreciates ivy. cause i mean, c’mon. she likes white/blue/purple flowers most though.

white chrysanthemum (truth), hawthorn (hope), purple hyacinth (apology), ivy (fidelity), lavender (mistrust), thyme (activity)

nyssa .... hmm, flower language seems like the kinda thing the league would know to be cool, or she might’ve picked up. unfortunately my books are all based on the Victorian tradition, i think, but she might be familiar with another tradition. i don’t think she’d be super into it, though, its kind of something she learned when she was younger and doesn’t really care for now. she still appreciates flowers as occasionally pretty or meaningful though

chamomile (energy in adversity), coltsfoot (justice), dogwood (love undiminished), laburnum (pensive beauty), oleander (beware), wild hyacinth (vigilance)

laurel is pretty modern about her views on flowers, just basic roses for love, white lilies for graves, etc. she might be slightly more aware of flowers because, y’know, named after a plant, but still. it’s one of those things she says she doesn’t care for, but would probably be charmed if someone got her flowers.

pink carnation (i will never forget you), yellow carnation (disdain), winter cherry (deception), cypress (mourning), eglantine (i wound to heal), forget-me-not (yeah), hazel (reconciliation), laurel (glory and success. i mean, i had to), yellow lily (falsehood), marigold (grief), nettle (cruelty AND sibling relationships!), rosebud (new love), yarrow (cure for a broken heart)

margot... i feel like SHE might extensively be into flower language and boquet arrangement. when you’re family’s old and wealthy and looks down on you anyway, might as well go all out and just get really into flowers. she took some bitter amusement in arrange vases full of flowers with really nasty meanings without mason realizing. actually she might bother to keep a garden on denny, hmm

basil (hate), begonia (caution), black-eyed susan (justice), candytuft (indifference), dahlia (dignity), fennel (strength, protection, and also deceit), helenium (tears), lemon blossom (discretion), orange lily (hatred), white hollyhock (female ambition, normal hollyhock is just ambition but), mistletoe (i surmount all obstacles), orange rose (desire, fascination), spiraea (victory), weeping willow (melancholy), pinks (affection), trefoil (revenge)

wow that one was super negative. but there you go. and you can tell whos arcs has thematic elements that were more popular in flower symbolism

random thing i found amusing, one of my books has an entry thats just “Carnation, Any Bi-color: No!” mood.

#thanks meeks #but also not #denny is a cursed place #rorykillmore

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