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cerezzzita · 2 years

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— aesthetic words to fill up your vocabulary ♡

✦ if you're tired of using the same repetitive words to describe feelings or actions on your writing, here are some aesthetic words that are not frequently used to help you evolve your vocabulary better and also maybe help you with creative titles <3

ABENDROT: the color of the sky while the sun is setting.

ABIENCE: the strong urge to avoid someone or something.

ACHROOUS: colourless.

AEQUOREAL: marine, oceanic.

AESTHETE: someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

ALIFEROUS: having wings.

AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship.

AMORIST: someone who is in love; someone who writes about love.

AMBROSIAL: fragrant, delicious.

ANTHOMANIA: great love for flowers.

AQUAPHILE: someone who is an enthusiast of all things related to the water.

ARENOCOLOUS: living or burrowing in sand.

ASPERSE: change falsely or with malicious intent; attack the good name and reputation of someone.

ASTERISM: agroup of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars.

ATTAR: essential oil or perfume obtained from flowers.

AUREATE: golden or gilded; brilliant, splendid.

AURICOMUS: with golden or yellow colored foliage.

AVIOTHIC: the strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

BALTER: to dance artlessly, without particular grace and/or skill but usually with enjoyment.

BATHIC: pertaining to depths, especially of sea.

BELAMOUR: the one who is loved; a beloved person.

BELLICOSTIC: aggressive, belligerent, warlike.

BENEFICENCE: the quality of being kind or helpful or generous.

BERCEUSE: a quiet song intended to lull a child to sleep.

BLÁFAR: indicating the freshness and beauties of youth or health; attractive and possessing charm.

BRONTIDE: the low rumble of a distant thunder.

BURBLE: to speak in an excited manner.

CAELITIS: the divinities who dwell within the celestial planes.

CATHARSIS: the release of emotional tension, especially through kinds of art or music.

CELERITOUS: swift, speedy, fast.

CERAUNOPHILIA: loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.

CHEVELURE: the nebulous tail of a comet.

CINGULOMANIA: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms.

COCCINEOUS: bright red; scarlet.

COCKAIGNE: an imaginary land of luxury and idleness.

CONSTELLATE: to eluster; to compel by stellar influence.

COSMOGYRAL: whirling around the universe.

CORDOLIUM: heartache; heartfelt sorrow.

CORUSCATE: to reflect brillantly, to sparkle.

CRAMOISY: of a crimson color.

CREATURELY: a person who is controlled by others and is used to perform unpleasant or dishonest tasks for someone else.

CRYSTALLOMANIA: an obsession with crystals and other crystalline objects.

CHRYSALISM: the amnotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

CLINQUANT: glittering with gold and silver.

CLYSMIC: cleaning, washing.

CUPIDITY: greed for money or possessions.

CYANEOUS: a sky-blue color.

CYNOSURE: guiding star; a object of common interest.

DARKLING: of or related to darkness.

DÉCLASSÉ: having fallen in social status.

DEIFORM: god-like or divine in nature.

DEMERSAL: that lives near the bottom or a body of water.

DESIDERIUM: an ardent longing, as for something lost.

DISPITEOUS: cruel and without mercy.

DOUX: sweet, soft, mild, gentle.

DRACONTINE: belonging to a dragon.

DYSANIA: the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.

ECCEDENTESIAST: someone who fakes a smile.

EFFLORESCENCE: a period or state of blooming, blossoming.

ELEGY: a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.

ELEUTHEROPHILIST: someone who advocates free love.

ELYSIAN: beautiful or creative, divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

EMACITY: desire or fondness for buying things.

EMPYREAL: pertaining to the sky; celestial.

EPHIALTES: a nightmare; the demon Incubus that supposedly causes a nightmare.

EPICARICACY: the joy that results from others misfortune.

EREMOPHOBIA: the deep fear of stillness, solitude, or deserted places.

ETHEREAL: extremely delicate, light, not of this world.

EUMOIRIETY: happiness due to state of innocence and purity.

FLORENTIS: abounding in flowers; being in bloom and adorned with plentiful flowers.

FREICEADAN: guard, garrison, watch, sentinal.

FULMINATE: cause to explode violently and with loud noise.

FURCIFEROUS: brat; rascally, scandalous.

GLOAMING: twilight, dusk.

GRAME: anger, wrath, scorn; sorrow, grief, misery.

HALCYON: calm and peaceful; happy, prosperous.

HELLION: a rowdy or mischievous person.

HELIOPHILIA: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.

HEAVENIZE: to render like heaven or fit for heaven, to purify and make a holy place or a person.

HENOTIC: promoting harmony or peace.

HIRAETH: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

HOLILY: belonging to or derived from or associated with a divine power.

HYPNAGOGIC: the state immediately before falling asleep.

IGNICOLIST: a worshiper of fire.

ILLECEBROUS: attractive and alluring.

IMPLUVIOUS: soaked with rain.

INCANDESCENCE: light produced by high temperatures.

INCALESCENCE: the property of being warming.

INCENDIARY: designed for the purpose of causing a fire, likely to cause anger or violence.

INEFFABLE: too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.

INSOUCIANT: free from worry, concern or anxiety.

IRENIC: aiming or aimed at peace, promoting peace.

IRIDESCENT: producing a display of rainbow-like colors.

INVIDIARE: to envy.

ISOLOPHILIA: a strong preference and affection for solitude.

KALOPSIA: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

KALON: beauty that is more than skin deep.

LACONIC: expressing much in a few words.

LACUNA: a blank space; a missing part.

LATIBULE: a hiding place, a place of safety and comfort.

LAMBENT: to glow or flicker softly. Luminous, light or brilliant.

LIMERENCE: the state of being infatuated with another person.

LONGANIMITY: still suffering while planning revenge.

LOUCHE: disreputable; morally dubious.

LUCELENCE: the state of being fine and beautiful; shining, brilliant.

LUCIFORM: resembling light in appearance; having, in some respects; the nature of qualities of light.

LUMINESCENCE: light produced by chemical, electrical or physiological means.

MALTALENT: the negative emotions of wanting injury or harm to befall someone; a hostile behavior or attitude towards someone considered an enemy.

MARMORIS: the shining surface of the ocean.

MAZARINE: a dark blue color; rich blue or reddish-blue color.

MELIORISM: the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.

MÉLOMANIE: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.

MERCURIAL: subject to sudden or unpredictable changes.

MESMERIC: appealing; drawing attention.

MORDACIOUS: biting or given to biting; biting or sharp in manner; caustic; capable of wounding.

MORPHEAN: of or relating to Morpheus, to dreams, or to sleep.

MOXIE: courage, nerve, determination.

NEBULOCHAOTIC: a state of being hazy and confused.

NEFARIOUS: wicked, villainous, despicable.

NEMESISM: frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living.

NERITIC: pertaining to shallow coastal waters.

NOETIC: of or associated with or requiring the use of mind.

NOIRCEUR: the state of being pitch black in color; a state of lacking illumination.

NUBIVAGANT: wandering in the air, moving through the air.

NUMINOUS: spiritual or supernatural; surpassing comprehension or understanding; mysterious.

ONEIRODYNIA: restless, disturbed sleep, characterized by nightmares and sleepwalking.

OPHIOMORMOUS: snake-like.

ORPHIC: mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding.

PAVONINE: characteristic of a peacock; resembling the tail of a peacock; as in colors; iridescent.

PETRICHOR: the scent of rain on dry earth.

POIESIS: creation; creative power or ability.

PORPHYROUS: purple; of purple hue.

PLAXONDRY: the mix of introspective nostalgia, sadness, and calmness felt when listening vaporwave and its related genres.

PRATE: to talk excessively and pointlessly.

PROCELLOUS: tempestuous, stormy.

QUIDDITY: the essence of something.

QUIXOTIC: extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical or impracticable.

RANTIPOLE: a wild, reckless young person; to be wild and reckless.

REDAMANCY: the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

REDOLENT: having a strong distinctive fragrance; serving to bring to mind.

REMEANT: coming back, returning.

RESPLENDENT: having brilliant or glowing appearance; dazzling and impressive in appearance through being richly colorful or sumptuous.

REVERIE: a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

RODOMEL: juice of roses mixed with honey.

ROSEATE: rose-like; overly optimistic.

RUTILANT: glowing or glittering with red or gold light.

SANGUINEOUS: accompanied by bloodshed.

SASHAY: to strut or move about in an ostentatious or conspicuous manner.

SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow.

SEQUACIOUS: lacking independence of originality of thought.

SERAPHIC: beautiful and pure; having a sweet nature befitting an angel or a cherub; of or relating to an angel of the first order.

SERENDIPITY: finding something good without looking for it.

SKINT: having little or no money avaliable.

SOLIVAGANT: someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.

SOMNIATE: to dream, to make sleepy.

SORTIGER: delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular.

STELLIFEROUS: having or abonding with stars.

STELLIFY: to transform from an earthly body into a celestial body; to place in the sky as such.

SUCCIDUOUS: ready to fall, falling.

SPUME: a white mass of bubbles or froth on the top of a wave.

SYNODIC: relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets or other celestial objects.

TARANTISM: the uncontrollable urge to dance.

TEMENOS: a sacred circle where no one can be oneself without fear.

THANATOPHOBIA: fear of death.

TYYNEYS: the state of peacefulness; absent of worry or fear, being composed and at ease.

ULTRAMARINE: beyond the sea; greenish-blue color.

VELLEITY: a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action.

VENERATION: a profound emotion inspired by a deity.

VESPERTINE: in or of the evening; setting at the same time as, or just after, the sun.

VERDANT: with plants and flowers in abundance.

VERMEIL: a liquid composition applied to a gilded surface to give luster to the gold.

VERTICORDIOUS: to turn the heart from evil.

VIOLESCENT: tending toward violet color.

VORFREUDE: the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

WANDERLUST: a strong desire to travel and explore the world.

WHIST: to hush or silence; to still, to become still.

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ilguna · 5 months

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So should I just start with Belamour orrr???

this question never gets old lolol

hi!! so the halcyon series is kinda confusing.

the first version of it will be lacuna/ethereal/tacenda and whist. this is the original series that i wrote a couple years back. the chapters are short, the grammar isn't great and the plot is questionable. but that is the base of the story.

belamour/redamancy/aubade and berceuse (and anteric, which is a divergent spin-off) is the second version. this is rewritten. the chapters are long, the grammar is better but i hated the plot so i discontinued it. I will not be picking it back up.

i always suggest starting with the first version because it's the classic, and if you start with the second version, you might feel like you've walked into a wedding when you thought it was a costume party.

however, this is all up to you :) lemme know if you have any other questions.

#ilguna #anon #ask #i get this question at least once a month #I need to just have a copy n paste ready at this point lolol

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rosehaunt · 8 months

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what are your favorite words or name ideas like “rosehaunt” looking for inspiration 💕

Well I like the names my sister and I came up with for some of our necklaces on our shop: bladenoir & veilamour.

other words I like: labyrinthine, alchemical, opia, circean, aureate, mellifluous, nyctanthous, lavalier, aubade, belamour, ardour, ambrosial, ameliorate, ambedo, pendeloque, libellule 🤍

#asks #a lot of good words starting with A lol

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 1 year

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It was a worshipful silence, reverential and loving, that cocooned the two of you. It was a silence born from lack of people, of judgements, and distance from the Court. Instead, Harwin and you were surrounded by nothing but open fields filled with flowers and the open sky an endless canvas above you. It was a surprise trip that had led you out here, having been unceremoniously woken up when the sky still glittered with stars. You’d been soft with sleep when Harwin ushered you onto his horse, securing himself behind you.

It had been a soothing ride out to the field you now rested in, cradled as you had been in his strong arms — their solid strength providing reassurance and calm, a balm to your troubled soul.

That had been several hours ago though and now the two of you were cuddled together on a soft blanket, peaceful and flushed from the sun’s warmth. Harwin had brought enough food to last the entire day and you spent the morning enjoying the pink sunrise, feeding each other small slices of fruit and cheese, exchanging kisses as you did.

This was exactly what you both had needed. The past couple of moons, Court had been vicious and cruel, tearing at you and your relationship — trying to rip you down, apart. Harwin had been a source of strength for you, a sword and shield willing to deal and take damage. But even you knew that someone could only take so much before breaking.

You had felt the tension leaving your bodies the farther from the Red Keep you traveled, the cool breeze that brought you the gentle scent of spring flowers taking with it the stress with it.

Below you, Harwin had closed his eyes, appearing to take a nap. You reached out to slowly trace his features, delicate with trust, with affection, with love. It still startled you sometimes, how much you cared for him. It had been a shock when he had first made his feelings about you known and clear but he had been everything you had ever wished for in a man.

“Don’t stop,” Harwin’s voice was low and gravelly, rough with sleep. It brought attention to your stilled fingers, laying along his plush lips.

“My belamour,” it was a quiet whisper, a secret meant only for the two of you. “If you don’t know, don’t understand that I’d worship you every moment of every day…I must be doing something wrong.”

Love flooded his eyes, the affection crossing his face like the sun does the sky, warm and gentle and certain to happen every day. You were sure that your face had the same feelings.

How could it not? When it was Harwin you were looking at? He had all of your love and affection and devotion. You had been positive it spilled out of you with every gesture you made.

“Of course I know,” he gripped your hip in one large hand, the other anchoring you to him on your neck, a solid weight against the fluttering butterflies in your stomach that were a constant companion to you these days.

“Good.”

#Harwin strong imagine #hotd imagine #harwin breakbones imagine #house of the dragon imagine #asoiaf imagine #asoiaf #harwin breakbones #hotd #Harwin strong #my stuff #house of the dragon #m’s drabbles #m’s imagines #january prompts

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turtlepowerrottmnt · 8 months

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Belamour

Chapter Two

Chapter One

How did I get here?

Why is this happening to me?

Black hair was sprawled out in every direction, smokey black wisps clung to her wet cheeks, gaging her, keeping her from crying out. She was caged down against her dishevelled bed spread, golden dress bunched up and knotted around her bare feet, still moist and in the dirt and dust that clung to her soles. Her vision was blurry from the tears that leaked out of the corners of her eyes, her eyes still stinging from the smoke that permeated through that hellscape. She laid like that for what felt like hours, till her tears had stopped and whatever was caking her feet had long since dried and was staring to flake off.

With trembling hands, Angel pulled herself up. Immediately, she felt her stomach lurch. Her feet were covered in dried black blood. It was peeling off in clumps onto her floor every time she moved, and the hem of her dress was stained a similar black-red, soaking its way up to spots on the dress around her knees. The dress was off in a matter of seconds, Angel didn't bother with the zipper or the delicate straps, she tore the offending object off her body and threw it in the vague direction of her bin. Then she up and diving into the cold spray of her shower. Scrubbing every available inch of her body as she went till her skin had a pink tinge to it. She scrubbed mindlessly till the water rolling off her body was clean and pure, all the while her fear turned to fury.

This all started when she came to New York, the home of those damned turtles. She growled as she tossed her towel down into the hamper. Angel stewed as she dressed, her body automatically taking her to her suit.

So first, it was the dream about Red, then she encounters them near the police station, and of course, he's there, the first of the four to reveal himself. Then again, at the party, he'd been there a whole half a minute before his team. And when he'd grabbed her, she'd vanished and appeared in, she really didn't know where. But he'd been there again! The bruise. The blood. These weren't just some stupid dreams she could write off. What if next time Red really came after her?

Angel crossed her arms as she stared down at her computer. She knew she needed to find him first. To demand answers? To ask for help? Maybe he'd been sharing her dreams? Maybe, just maybe, they knew something that could put a damn stop to this nightmare.

But how to find them? There was nothing online about them besides news articles about strange sightings and mystery rescuers who refused to show up to claim rewards or even stick around to accept thanks. There was one thing that stuck out to her, though: a small minority of these interviews with victims had been conducted by one April O'Neil. No other interviewers overlapped in the criteria like she did. There were a small handful, but every single person April interviewed gushed praise about these mysterious heroes, the way the victim would look at April, like they shared some secret piece of information that could never see the light of day. Secret like a couple of turtles? Angel was willing to bet quite a bit of money that these small handful of people had seen the boys in action, and April, it seemed, was their clean-up crew.

With her mind made up and April's address easily found on the internet, Angel was off. Hood drawn and mask on as she crept around the city. She was lucky it was still dark out when she'd gotten back from wherever the hell she'd been, already well aware she would have driven herself insane just sitting around thinking about this all day. Angel jimmied the window open with ease, uncaring that she seemed to have set off a silent alarm rigged to the window. This wasn't going to take long. She followed the discarded trail of clothes to the bedroom where she found the very unconscious couple. Even as an alarm blared silently on the man's side, it vibrated against the wooden side table.

Angel strolled over to the phone and went to silence the alarm. She swiped across, and a keypad shone back at her, illuminating her face in the dark of the room. She glanced off to the side, having already clocked the police regulated fire arm she looked past it to the slim black wallet that had been discarded in their haste. She flipped it open to reveal an ID and a shiner golden NYPD police badge. Casey Jones. She pondered, was he really stupid enough to.. Angel typed in his badge ID number, the phone unlocked, and the alarm vibrating in her hand ceased.

Angel made a face and set the badge and phone down on the bedside table, uncaring where they ended up. She instead wondered over to the opposite side of the bed and found an iPhone with a bright red case sitting on another bedside table. She held it up to her face, and the phone wallpaper jolted, claiming it did not recognise her face. Angel angled the phone down to face the woman she recognised to be April O'Neil. The phone clicked, unlocked. Angel couldn't fight the smile that crawled its way across her lips as she went. She left through the same window she came through and took off to the building across the way before she allowed herself a peak at the device.

She went straight to the contacts, fighting the immediate urge to snoop through messages and photos as she went. There was a whole list of contacts, hundreds, and they all had first and last names with little emojis next to them. Angel's nose crinkled as she started down at the phone, her smile long since dead at the thought of combing through all these damn contacts till she found one that was familiar to her. She went right to the recents and about the ten or twelfth contact caught her eye. There was only one name, four letters, and no cute emojis.

Angel dialled the number and only had to wait one ring before a gruff voice answered on the other side.

"Apes you ok? Don got an alert that yer' window was opened." For a moment, she allowed herself to pause, just listening to the background feedback and the sounds of this breath.

This creature who had tormented her dreams and stalked her missions, he sounded so gentle. Sweet even.

"Is Raph short for something?" She wondered aloud and this time it was her turn to stew in the silence as he took a moment to fully process that it wasn't his friend on the other end and finally realising what she may have had to do in order to get ahold of her device.

"I swear ta god if ya hurt-" Angel scoffed into the receiver, her nose was scrunched up, and her mouth twisted open to reveal a sharp grimace at his words.

"Ms O'Neil and Officer Jones are perfectly fine. I'm a thief. Not a murderer.' Her tone was tight and even as she breathed in and out, staring off into the distance at April O'Neil's apartment in an attempt to quell the unease settling into the pit of her stomach. 'Though I am a little concerned at how deeply they sleep. Not a particularly good habit to keep when one works alongside vigilantes, no?" She could audibly hear the tension grip he had on his phone, she could hear the phones agitation as the metal began to give way and the tremor of the glass, a flex away from shattering the glass screen.

There was a moment of muffled curses and a rush of wind into the receiver as the phone was snatched. She could hear a little more now. No doubt the phone had been stolen from Red and put on speaker so the remainder of his team could listen in on their little conversation. She hummed into the speaker and began again when silence followed.

"I'll cut to the chase, shall I? You want back that nifty little police file I took, and I have some questions I need answered." Angel waited for the protests, the threats, but none came.

She the corner of her mouth twitched a little at their silence. Really, she was surprised they were letting her dictate the terms of their meeting like this. For vigilantes who supposedly liked to keep to the shadows, they seemed to be doing a poor job of it. Easily, Angel had forced them into a corner after the police station. They hadn't needed to reveal themselves. Or at the Gala, surely they could have cornered her in an alley or something.

"Meet me on the corner of Broadway and Barkley. There's a greenhouse on the roof. Be there at 5:30.' Half an hour before sunrise but close enough that the people of New York would be out and the trees just busy enough to lose herself in them. 'Oh, and if you're not there on time, consider that file public property." She giggled as she hung up, already setting the phone down as she caught sight of two shadows darting across the opposing rooftop.

Her time to be going then, the other two must be scouting around to make sure she'd taken off before joining the other two at O'Neil's apartment. She left the phone on the ledge of the building she'd been watching from and allowed herself to blend in with the night crowd on the streets bellow, hands in her pockets, hood own and mask away. Angel had set off immediately to beat the four to the greenhouse. She wondered if she should have made Red promise to come alone. Though really, how likely was he to really listen to her? It'd probably encourage a more guarded approach to this whole exchange. Allowing him to think she either didn't know about his partners or she was taking a stab at the whole trust thing. Either all, the upsides of allowing him to bring the others outweighed the knot in the pit of her stomach that practically screamed at her, this is a bad idea!!

She found herself a comfy seat in the greenhouse, facing the rusted closed doors. She could faintly make out the outlines of buildings past the years of grime build up on the glass. It was nearly pretty. Angel busied herself on her phone, combing through her history and the location service. She set about a hard reset on everything besides the photos on her phone. Any apps were deleted, histories wiped, data plan cancelled. Really, she did everything short of smashing the phone on the concrete ground beside her. About half an hour later, Angel spied two figures entering the greenhouse through the reflection in the glass.

The first to enter was Red, still as big and imposing as ever. A hulking mass of muscle and a deep shade of green. Donning his signature red. Another one followed close behind, this one not nearly as intimidating as his partner. He definitely took up a lot less space, it was nearly like he was slimmer but Angel figured it was probably the lack of accessories donning his shell or shoulders unlike his counterpart who appeared almost as if he wore armour with how much bulk it added. His chest was bare, save for the strap keeping two swords secured to the back of his shell. His forearms were wrapped in faded bandages up to his elbows, and he wore simple black cargo pants that puffed out slightly at his knees. His knees were protected by metal guards, and on his feet, Angel paused in her appraisal of the new face. Were those, sandals? Her gaze trailed back up, only to find he'd immediately located her in her peacock rattan chair, and he was staring directly at her. Their eyes met through their reflection, his face was bare aside from the cobalt blue mask he was adorned with, where as Angel was still covered from head to toe, aside from the small gap that allowed only her eyes to be visible.

She wondered if it was disarming to encounter someone so covered and thus reserved when he was nearly wearing nothing at all.

Angel stood up and stretched before turning to face her company with a hidden smile.

"Suppose a deal is a deal." Her voice was a tad muffled from beneath her mask, but overall, she figured they could understand her enough as Blue made eye contact with her once again.

She was nearly struck dumb as she took him in fully. His eyes were yinmn blue. Angel was the first to break their eye contact, glancing instead at Red. She wordlessly tossed him her mobile that she had 'magiced' into her previously empty hand. He caught the device with little issues, funny considering how his massive three fingered hand dwarfed the phone.

He went to work straight away, unlocking her passwordless phone with only a little trouble, all the while Blue pinned her in place with his stare.

"Where are the other two? Hiding out, no doubt, waiting on your signal to haul me off?' She gazed off behind her through the glass, making a point of appraising the surrounding roof tops with a comical glint in her eye that Blue undoubtedly caught as she turned back to face him, almost like she was actually waiting for him to reply. 'Or, do I know too much?" The way she glanced up at him through her lashes as she hooked her finger in her mask and pulled down it down to around her neck, revealing a small closed mouth smile etched across full, pouty lips.

Red flashed the phone at Blue. Angel couldn't see a single emotion flicker across Blue's face as he took a second to absorb what had just been flashed at him, no hint of satisfaction, no anger that he and the others had been tricked, nothing. Quiet a feat to keep his emotions so closed off like that, even Angel, as trained in micro expressions and body language as she was, couldn't pick up on what he was thinking. Red was easy. He practically walked around with a sign around his neck broadcasting his emotions to whomever was unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity to pick up on. Right now, Red looked pissed.

Clearly, he'd skimmed through what she had and found almost half the crap she'd bluffed was even on there. No sketches or mentions of them in the file. He looked like he was ready to skin her. Practically shaking in rage as he pocketed her phone.

Blue once again found her eye before his hothead of a partner said or did something stupid.

"Enough. You said you had questions." Angel felt a jolt shoot down her spine at the sound of his voice.

His voice was low and husky, almost like he was gonna start growling at her. It didn't seem like he was angry, per say. Honestly, Angel still couldn't get a hit on what he was thinking. Even at several meters away where she could almost make out the finer shades of pale blue that outlined his iris. She almost wanted to keep her trap shut, just so she could make him ask again.

However, as quickly as her thoughts turned to mischief, they shifted once again as her wrist began to ache. Her left hand darted to wrap around her wrist as she visibly winced in pain. As she cradled her wrist close to her chest, she found herself unable to meet blue or gold. Angel forced herself to realise her wrist, instead her free hand trailed down lower to the sleeve of her jacket to peel it back up to her elbow.

"I-I want to know what's happening to me." The bruise that wrapped around her wrist hadn't abated any in the three nights since she'd been gifted with it. It was still a blaring mix of purples, blues, and faint reds.

The shape was distinct and unmistakable against her bright alabaster skin, even in the low light of the early morning.

Immediately, Angel saw a flicker of, something flash across Blue's yinmn eyes as he glanced off to the side at his partner. Red was all flustered the moment she'd revealed her arm, taken aback at the vibrant colours of the bruising.

"Er-Look I didn't mean ta grab ya so hard-ya were just headin down ta fire escape so-" His eyes had widened to near double in size, clearly recognising the mark and the hold he had pinned her with earlier that night.

For a moment, Angel felt the knot in her stomach loosen, and her eyes lit up as he stared at her wrist, near on shaking at the sight of it.

He did recognise it! He was-

Wait. The fire escape? Angel felt the well of hope crash and burn in her stomach. She could feel the burn creeping up the back of her throat.

"Oh-No.' She shook her head as if to further communicate her correction and Angel's left hand darted to her pocket in a hurry, unbothered as she caught the slight jerk of Blue straightening his posture, having just realised he'd been leaning in closer in his inspection of the girl and her injury. 'I was wearing these when you grabbed me at the Gala. You couldn't have given me the bruise then." She produced a small handful of golden bangles, the thick metal, once a perfect circle had been bent inwards.

Curving in to fit the shape of Red's palm the night he'd grabbed her. But it wasn't like the bangles had been crushed flat against her wrist. There was no way he'd have bent the bangles that badly. Otherwise, Angel would have most likely have had to cut them off to gain her freedom. Red's expression relaxed somewhat at her assurance, and the moment he relaxed, Angel's brow furrowed.

"But, it-you still did this-Maybe it was another you?-Shit! This is so confusing." I sound insane.

Angel's once radiant smile had vanished as her thoughts ate away at her. Her left hand had darted back to its place, wrapped around her bruised wrist. Caressing the skin slightly harsher than necessary in some sort of sadistic self soothing method.

She knew it didn't make sense. This whole situation was insane. Even from a technical perspective, it sounded insane. Regular people, humans couldn't dream of faces they'd never seen before. The dreams people had were of other people, faces they'd seen on the streets, on tv, that of friends and family. She couldn't just dream him up out of nowhere. She'd definitely remember having met him before.

"Start from the beginning. How did you get that bruise?" His low voice cut through her haze of questions and murmurings easily, his sharp gaze locked on to hers.

Angel took a deep breath in, forcing her insides to relax and her throat to unclench. Unable, or unwilling to look away, she kept a tight hold on those beautiful blue orbs as she formulated her words. Attempting to string together a coherent recollection of the dream.

"Three nights ago, I-I had the weirdest dream. I lucid dream-so I know when I'm dreaming. I knew it wasn't real, but.. Um, I was in this massive room, probably the size of a penthouse. It was like nothing I'd ever seen, with a balcony looking over this glowing city.-" Red, either frustrated or confused, Angel found that in the short five they'd been 'acquainted' that the majority of Red's feelings were often conveyed through anger.

"What da hell does that have ta do with us?" His throaty Brooklyn accent, that usually, Angel would be all over right now had the circumstances been a smidge different, had grown thicker, shortening words into low brooding vowels as she glared at her from his place across the greenhouse.

They hadn't come closer in the entirety of their conversation, not to nab the phone, not to examine her wrist.

She could practically see the tether, keeping the behemoths temper thinning the more she spoke. Deeming her recollected details either boring or not essential to the story. When really, the fact that Angel hadn't recognised the city she'd dreamed up- All of a sudden he was approached, stomping his three toed feet. Practically rattling the roof beneath them as he advanced.

"Because you were there.' Angel's glare and accompanied words cut through the air, separating them like a knife, effectively stopping Red in his tracks. 'In my dream, I saw you as clearly as I'm seeing you now. Before the police station, before we'd ever met." Blue attempted to follow his, Angel was gonna guess brother paused, hand raised as if to yank him back by his massive bicep.

He, however, stood frozen. Just as his brother was. Both stuck to their respective positions as they were mid stride.

"Oh, so yer insane. Ok." Angel visibly bristled at his curt, matter-o-fact words.

She felt white hot rage seem in through the back of her neck and up, flushing her pale cheeks a deep red in her anger. He was advancing now, Red had yet to draw his weapons, Angel definitly wanted him to. Her hands balled up into tight fists, even through her gloves Angel couldn't feel her nails carving crescent moons into her palms.

She was definitely fighting the urge to go in for a throat punch right about now.

They were standing toe to scaly toe now, Angel clenching her fists so hard they were almost shaking by her side. She glared up at him, and he glared down at her.

"If I'm insane, how do I know you have a darker patch of scales between your thighs? That they're so dark green they're nearly black." Molten gold shot open wide for possibly the fourth time that night as he froze.

Behind him, Blue became a statue. So still, he looked dead in place.

Silence stretched out between the trio. Neither found the words to communicate just what the hell was going through their heads. She waited a beat before narrowing her eyes, huffing as she slowly released her balled up fists. Visibly, she deflated, resting back on the balls of her feet instead of her tip toes.

"This was a mistake. You two idiots clearly know nothing." Her words were harsh, more harsh than she'd intended.

But she was hurt, frustrated with her lack of answers, tired, cold and, hollow. Nothing made any sense, and the one person who she thought might have some answers was even more clueless than her.

Angel took a step back and whirled around on her heel and found her way blocked off by two additional imposing figures. She fought off the wide-eyed, surprised look of astonishment that fought to make itself known across her features. How the hell had they gotten there?! And so quietly? That door was rusted shut!

She stole a peak behind them to find that the door had been proped open by a cement block.

The two figures that had flanked her with ninja like stealth were near on copies of their red and blue counterparts. All four were giant, walking, and most assuredly, talking turtles. The one on her right was the tallest of the four, towering over Angel at what she could guess six foot eight or nine. He was massive! At least a head or two taller than the initial two. And the figure on her left-Angel froze in her appraisal.

She recognised this one. Those brilliant baby blue eyes. Angel couldn't fight off the look of cold blooded shock and dread that crept up the back of her throat at the sight of him. He was very much alive and not missing his left arm like she had seen. This blue-eyed turtle was practically beaming down at her with the friendlest and open demenor Angel had witnessed in short stay in the big apple.

"I think she recognises you, Mike." It was the purple masked turtle that first spoke, breaking the spell of silence that had been cast on the three inhabitants of the greenhouse.

Blue shook off his moment of shock and lapse in judgement. If his brothers hadn't been listening in through the coms like they were, this, criminal would have vanished again.

The orange masked turtle's beaming smile morphed into an excited grin. He uncrossed his hulking arms and leaned against the iron post with one arm, the other on his hip. He leaned in close, his canines gleaming in a spot of light through the glass.

"Been dreaming of me too beautiful?~" He cooed at her, non existent eye brows wriggling as he eyed her up and down slyly.

Angel felt her stomach plumet at his specific choice to words, it was like she was there again. Surrounded by crumbling walls as he lay dying at her feet. Sprawled out on his shell as he stared up at her in a dazed wonder. Her dress soaking up his blood like a rag, the sticky blood mingling with the dirt on the ground. How the putrid mixture clung to her feet and squelched between her toes.

So beautiful..

Those beautiful blue eyes were scorched into the back of her eye lids. Even as she blinked away the memory, he was still there, staring up at her in a longing daze.

"Mikey!" Angel was shaken from her sullen stupor as three loud voices shouted at the orange masked turtle, who held up his hands with an innocent smile curling across his wide mouth.

Upon realising her predicament, the fact that she had somehow managed to surround herself with four massive turtles. All of which were trained in some form of combat and other areas. The weapons strapped on each one of the turtles had Angel leaning to something originating from Japan. Add that to the fact they hadn't been discovered by humans yet. They weren't just gonna let her walk on out of here. The fact that she was a thief withstanding, she knew about them. They hadn't survived this far by letting people who had seen them go without a vetting of some kind. And something told Angel that she wouldn't be passing their inspection.

Angel went to straighten up her posture, and as she moved, she breathed through a hitched wince before falling forward with her eyes rolling back. Forcing oneself to go completely limp whilst intentionally plummeting towards a cement floor definitely wasn't as easy as it looked. It took some real still and hella balls. Chancing a concussion on the good will of some strangers, even if said stranger had a, 'thing' for her.

She fell forward, right into the orange masked strangers arms as they shot out on autopilot in order to catch the fainting damsel. Whilst in the process of his rescue attempt, Orange had shifted away from his corner of the open door. Creating the perfect pathway to freedom. Angel smiled into the crook of the turtles elbow as she silently produced what appeared to be your run of the mill tazer from one of her many pockets. She could feel the other three darting in closer to look her over.

The initial shock of Angel darting around the now doubled over orange banded turtle was enough to momentarily hault each of the brothers in a millisecond of surprise. She was already diving off the roof before they'd realised their brother hadn't been hurt, only stunned for a second as she'd gotten him on his side, a softer unprotected bridge that connected his shell to the hard plate across his chest. She was already on the ground of the alley as she sensed a presence just missing her by a hair as she stepped up into the blinding morning light. She spun around to face the alley with a broad grin, hood down as she wriggled her fingers back at the shadows. She knew they were watching her from the shadows, glaring at her retreating figure.

Angel - 2

Turtles - 0

Angel slowly made her way back, cautious to let the city fully come to life around her. Ensuring she couldn't be followed back to her apartment and that the morning sun had poured into every crevice and crack of the city. The moment Angel entered her apartment it was full throttle. Her bag was yanked out of the bathroom ceiling and the entirety of the apartment was wiped clean of any trace of her. As she worked she pulled up flight information on her new burner phone, booking flights as she stripped the bed and gathered her trash in a bag to sit by the door. Angel had everything packed away in her black duffle and had decked herself out in a dark grey hoodie and black leggings, headphones around her neck as she triple checked her flight details.

She had booked a flight to the furtherest place from New York City she could manage that was still on the planet earth. Perth, Australia. Angel had two hours to get to JFK and she was basically golden. Just the trash to take on her way out and dump out back and her short stay in the big apple was done for the next few, probably years. She definitely wasn't gonna be looking to make a trip back here again any time soon.

A gentle tapping against the hard wood of her door made Angel jump and eyes immediately snap to the door as last nights appetisers threatened to make a surprise visit. Her mind went to the turtles faster than her rational sense shooed the thought away.

Why the hell would they be knocking at your door you moron? It's day time.

Slowly Angel stretched up on the points of her tip toes to steal a peak through the tiny peep hole. The sight of perfectly curled, bouncy brunette hair set her teeth on edge and her hands balling up at her sides.

Damn those turtles.

Standing there, bold as brass, was April O'Neil. And she was staring directly back at her through the peep hole with an anxious hand on her hip. Angel silently crept back, duffle slung across her back and trash left by the door in a black trash bag done up with a neat yellow bow. She slinked back against the wall beside the window, peering down at the alley bellow. And of course, there he was. Officer Casey Jones, sitting atop the hood of his shiny black car. Staring straight at her window, almost like he knew she was preparing to make a run for it, he stood up. Hands on his hips and face set in stone.

She could easily doge the both by taking to the rooftops. However, the thought of what could possibly be waiting for her up there stopped her dead in her tracks. After a moment of weighing her options; noisey reporter in the hallway, in a hotel filled to the brim with security cameras, a somewhat incompetent cop down in a dark alley or the rooftops with about a 70-30% chance of four, very pissed off turtle brothers waiting for her...

Angel slid the window up and sat up on the window sill, throwing one leg out just as the door to her temporary home clicked open, swinging back slowly to reveal April kneeling on the ground, a set of lock picks perched delicately between her fingers.

"Wait please!"

Chapter Three

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enletterspdf · 2 years

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“hey, it's me. i just want to tell you that—you might not be my lifetime reality; you're one of my favorite memory that could tell a stories about you's.”

belamour, kooish.

— n. palette series telegram channel link: https://t.me/paletaserye

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moonyy-writes · 9 months

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so i redid my picrew i made for elise,, after two years i imagine her differently, i figured i'd post in case you guys found it interesting :)

this was the original:

this is the current one:

#moony rambles #belamour #attack on titan

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nyxie-stix · 1 year

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sometimes i wonder what i’d do

if all my words were counted, and i was told i only have a few hundred left

when i was young and dumb, i believed i’d go mute. protect and cherish the defining characteristic of myself.

i know now that i’d use them all on you.

i’d create a melody for you, my belamour.

a final elegy.

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lotusladegaard · 2 years

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🥰😍 My sweet funny silly boy 😍🥰 🤩 Every day with you is an adventure and I love every step we take together 🤩 #justMax #Baymax #Max #Belamour #AstonMartin #DanskVarmblod #DanishWarmblod #trakhener #dressurpferd #dressurhest #dressagshorse #younghorse #jungpferd #unghest #jungpferdeausbildung #jungpferdetraining #younghorsetraining #younghorsedevelopment #myboy💙 https://www.instagram.com/p/Ciw7k3jIn_6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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bbeemore · 2 months

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Another Rose drawing that I’m unsure if I’m happy with but here she is!! I wish I could’ve executed the concept better of drawing her using her devil fruit ignore the uncool red mug lol

So I’ve decided her name for now is Rose and last name Belamour. Maybe in the future I’ll draw the other wicker cat tavern employees and her father?? This was just what I saw her wearing on her first appearance and first arc

I’ve decided she likes apple pie with ice cream, dancing, and her birthday is November 16th :]

#my ocs #oc #one piece oc #oc: belamour rose

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mortala-if · 5 months

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Mortala, the word, derives from the Latin adjective "Mortalis." meaning "subject to death." Comparable to the English word "Mortal." meaning the same. —

You live in a rotting world. And that's not a metaphor.

You've known that since you can remember. It's a fact that's been drilled into your mind on repeat.

A rotting world that you must not explore. Stay where you are, stay where you're familiar with, stay where you're comfortable— In The Cinders with your older brother.

The Cinders might not look pretty, but it's not horrible. Steer clear of most streets, keep your head down, don't poke around in other people's business, and you'll be fine. You've learned to navigate pretty well, not to toot your own horn.

Plus, you've got a job, and so does your brother. Not good ones, but ones that can, with a joint salary, keep a crumbling roof over your heads. —

Another thing that's been forced into your mind since you were spoon-fed is to never, ever disobey Belamour.

Belamour is a peaceful organization that was made to keep you safe. To do this, they have strict laws in place, and officers crawl over the cities to make sure you follow them. They are not a government, and they make it very known that they are not.

If you fail to obey, you'll get sent to your city's rehabilitation center! Isn't that nice? Or, on the worse side, you can end up in the Belamour Rehabilitation Center all the way in The Frost.

You and your brother made an agreement when you were very little that you would stick together, and neither of you would break any of the rules for fear of being sent to a rehabilitation center.

. . . An agreement your brother broke.

Now you have to find out how to get him the fuck out of there.

Mortala is a 16+ game due to explicit language, violence, death, anxiety, mention of past emotional abuse (not of MC), messy relationships, and more. A detailed trigger warning list will be listed before every chapter.

Customize the flawed main character, ranging from their gender to their style. (Semi-set personality. Set last name and age.)

Make risky choices that might result in you dying or being injured.

Build relationships between characters, romanceable and not.

Finally wipe The Cinders' ashes off you and explore more than just the burnt city you grew up in.

Go against everything you were taught growing up.

Lie to save your (and your brother's) skin.

These characters are not all romanceable, and you will not meet most of these characters until Chapter Two. Also, it's important to note that not all these characters have plot armor. This does not include sub-romances or all the characters you'll interact with.

FINNLEY ROSE. ✩ ---- Finnley has raised you since you were 5, making him 11 when you started to rely on him. You never really understood the gravity of that until you were in your late teenage years, and that's when you really started to appreciate him. You regret things you've said to him, how you've hurt him— and lately, with his absence, that's all you can think about. ---- His skin is a shade lighter than yours, the same textured hair as yours, and he has brown hooded eyes outlined with eyelashes that make you jealous. He stands at 6 feet, 2 inches. (187.96cm)

HIRO LA'EI. ✩ ---- Hiro has been your best friend since you were in diapers. You know everything about him, and he knows everything about you. You genuinely think he might be one of the sweetest people alive, despite what others might assume, and he jumps at the chance to help you with anything. . . ---- He has tan skin, wavy dark brown hair, and pretty doe-like brown eyes. He stands at 5 feet, 10 inches. (177.8cm) ! Option to have a crush on him— it goes nowhere, though.

MEDUSA CALIXTE. ♡ ---- Medusa. What can you say about Medusa? To put it plainly, she's your best friend's ex-girlfriend. She broke up with him and gave no reason. At the time of their relationship, you thought she was. . . interesting, for lack of a better word, and when she left your best friend, it took a huge toll on him, and from the looks of it, it barely affected her. ---- She has russet brown skin, coiled light brown hair, often shoulder-length and worn in dreads, and upturned hazel eyes. She stands at 5 feet, 2 inches. (157.48cm)

MONROE HALILI. ♡ ---- Your brother's best friend. They're concerned, and not just about their best friend. They're observant, annoyingly so, and can tell how bad his leave has affected you. Obviously, due to their status, they've taken it upon themselves to check on you- wanted or not. ---- They have deep tawny skin, curly black hair with white underneath, and dark brown monolid eyes framed with long, naturally curled eyelashes. He stands at 6 feet tall. (182.88cm) ! Option to have a childhood crush on them. (Three-year age gap.)

LIVIA ALARIE. ✩ ---- Monroe's daughter. From what you heard from your brother, she's incredibly timid- Oh, and she's smiled at him. (He wouldn't shut up about it for a week.) You've never seen her or talked to her yet. ---- She has tawny skin, wavy black hair that reaches below her ears, and dark brown almond eyes. She stands at 3 feet, 7 inches. (109.22cm)

VIVIAN DE LA CRUZ. ♡ ---- Your ex. You still think about them occasionally— you don't date someone for 5 years and forget about them even if you want to. You don't like how things ended, but you don't know if you want to see them again. ---- They have warm golden skin, light blue wavy hair, and downturned brown eyes. They stand at 6ft, 1 inch. (185.42cm) ! Details of the past relationship in their character profile.

Character profiles

Hiro La'ei Medusa Calixte Monroe Halili Vivian de la Cruz

Informational posts

The Cities Belamour Organization

Outside of Tumblr links

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Extra

My other interactive fiction blog @destined-if My personal account @bunnifly

Important

My banner is by Thomas Dubois This interactive fiction is very loosely inspired by The Hunger Games

Thank you for reading ♡

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