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feelings-fortilly · 1 year

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@owen-jackson

He should be more used to these sorts of events by now, and yet still Jackson gritted his teeth as he’s given the stupid outfit and he grumbles as he stands with the rest of the slaves as they’re being told what to do. It isn’t until he manages to serve drinks for the first part of the party that Jackson actually starts to loosen up a bit, granted he’d likely drank more flutes of expensive champagne than he served. Of course, by the time he’d lost count of how many drinks he’d managed to down, he’d gotten sloppy and a guard caught on, and Jackson had been banished to appetizers with the promise of a punishment after the party.

Groaning and looking slightly more discheviled, Jackson weaves through people clumsily, trying to find a quieter area of the room to escape to. Spotting a group of mistresses eyeing him from the direction he was currently heading, Jackson abruptly switches course only to narrowly miss another person. He struggles for a moment, his tray wobbling and its contents threatening to spill as Jackson almost loses his balance to avoid crashing into the other, but by sheer luck Jackson manages to balance himself and keep everything on his tray.

“Fucking hell that could have been bad,” Jackson lets out with a long breath and a half chuckle. “shit, you alright?” He finishes as he looks up to see who he almost crashed into.

This was ridiculous - this was not where Tilly belonged. She loved a nice garden party, with all the finger food and the champagne and the entire aesthetic of the whole thing - white linens, crystal glassware, and she would have had literally the most perfect outfit for the entire affair. It sucked. And she made a point to do as little work as possible. She spent time chatting up some masters and mistresses, taste testing some of the drink, some of the food. Admittedly, the outfit was a little sexy, and she found herself twirling every once in awhile, the folds of her skirt spinning around her. This last time she did that, though, she ended up bumping right into another slave, noticing first how the costume did little to hide a hairy chest - that was up her alley. “You got a real talent for that, it looks like,” Tilly noted, crossing her arms and leaning her weight on one leg. Unapologetically looking him up and down with a smile, her long - blonde again, for the summer - hair cascading down her side. “I’m fine. Or...” She looked around, thinking, before crying out and cradling her wrist, falling into his side. Making just enough of a scene. “I can’t carry a tray, that hurt! God, help me out, will you? Somewhere private to patch me up?”

#jackson #garden party event #all the filthy freaks and the glamorous geeks || event #moved to a new thread for tracking!

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maraudersmyloves · 1 month

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｡☆ : . Garden Party . :☆｡ﾟ. ───

•̩̩*˚James Potter's birthday party ── 750 Follower event

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YOU'VE BEEN OFFERED A BOUQUET!!!

as thanks for getting me to almost 750 Followers, you have been offered a bouquet of flowers!! All you need to do is select a type of flower, the main color, a filler flower and a type of greenery!! Requests end on the seventh of April and first requests will be written first please read everything before requesting!!!

── request rules, masterlist

type of flower/ character

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌹・꒱ THORNLESS ROSES ; James Potter (the birthday boy) Their usage began not just as a decorative touch to one’s home, but they were also used for medicinal purposes and to make perfumes, and their petals were even used as confetti for festive occasions such as James' birthday.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌻・꒱ SUNFLOWER ; Remus Lupin They generally symbolize adoration, loyalty, and longevity in the language of flowers. Native Americans view sunflowers as a symbol of harvest and bounty since the flower provides seeds and pigments, in addition to being visually beautiful.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🏵️・꒱ HYDRANGEA ; Sirius Black You know summer is here when big, showy hydrangea bushes begin gracing gardens across the country. Some hydrangea flowers can turn a pretty pink or blue depending on the acidity or alkalinity of the soil, while others will remain white.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌼・꒱ DAISY ; Peter Pettigrew Daisies are a very popular flower that can be found on every continent other than Antarctica. They belong to one of the largest known plant families and symbolize innocence, a connotation that comes from the Victorian era.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌷・꒱ TULIP ; Luke Castellan There are over 150 species and 3,000 varieties of tulips, which are part of the lily family. At one point, tulips were more valuable than gold in Holland during a period called “Tulip Mania,” and their popularity has only spread with time.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌸・꒱ DAHLIA ; Mattheo Riddle These attractive blooms come in a wide range of colors and can be easily incorporated into any existing or new garden. They also flower extremely long, first blooming midsummer and lasting through the first frost.

⊹˚₊˚꒰🌸・꒱ BEGONIA ; Lorenzo Berkshire With over 1,800 species native to tropical and subtropical regions around the world, begonias are one of the easiest-to-grow and best-loved plants we have in our gardens and homes.

type of greenery/ prompt

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱LEATHER FERN ; "Can you hug me?" The way the stem branches out creates a triangular shape and is great for adding body to floral decor. It can stand alone in a vase as a centerpiece or add a tropical flair to a floral arrangement.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱MYRTLE ; Looking at each other, knowing it will never be the same Myrtle is one of the most popular types of greenery because of the variety of ways that it can be used. It has long stems that are lined with glossy leaves. The thick foliage that this creates looks best in floral centerpieces.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱DUSTY MILLER ; "Can we have a date night tonight?" Because of its unique frosted foliage, the dusty miller has a wintry vibe. It is often used in winter weddings or in fall tablescapes.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱LEMON LEAF ; "Can you wash my hair for me?" The lemon leaf has round, thick leaves that resemble the shape of lemons. Like the leather fern, it has a long-lasting vase life. Its shiny leaves work well with all flower types and are most fitting in vases as table centerpieces.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱IVY ; Whether it was a mistake or not, he couldn't seem to find the strength to care Ivy is perfect for accessorizing and can be added to anything from floral headdresses to table centerpieces. The leaves cascade down its branches, making it ideal for wrapping around wreaths and adding flow to floral baskets.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱SILVER DOLLAR EUCALYPTUS ; "Can I borrow your hat, please?" The silver dollar eucalyptus has one to two-inch circular leaves that resemble silver dollars. Its thin, bendable branches mirror that of the ivy, making it ideal for decorative wreaths and displays.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱HONEY BRACELET ; "You promised me!!" The honey bracelet has long stems that are decorated with soft, thin leaves. Its thin stem is easily molded into any shape and can be used for just about anything.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱GREVILLEA ; Realizing some things they know about each other haven’t changed and feeling comforted by that The grevillea is a unique type of decorative greenery with red stems that branch out into multiple green leaves. The branches vary in their length causing them to add depth to floral decor.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱TREE FERN ; your own prompt idea The epithet name for the tree fern is virgatus, which means twiggy. Unlike its namesake, the tree fern has thin, wispy branches and leaves that are often used in corsages and boutonnieres.

✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱OLIVE BRANCH ; song prompt Olive branch greenery adds a sage hue and a wild, windswept look. Incorporate it into your bridal bouquets, boutonnieres, bridesmaid bouquets and centerpieces.

filler flower/ character dynamic

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ STATICE ; golden retriever x black cat The statice flower, also known as the sea lavender, is a beautiful purple flower that grows even smaller blooms than the stock.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ SNAP DRAGONS ; somehow gets good grades and has no idea the other hates them x studies incredibly hard and hates the other for having it easy The snapdragon is arguably one of the most unique flowers. Its bizarre name represents the face of the flower that opens and closes like the mouth of a dragon.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ STOCK FLOWERS ; celebrity x secret lover Stock flowers bloom from spring to fall and come in a multitude of colors ranging from soft white to bright purple. They develop small blooms that are perfect for adding a pop of color to any bouquet.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ POMS ; always gets hurt x personal nurse Poms are identified as spray flowers, which means they have more than one flower head on each stem. This makes them easy to include in any arrangement to enhance the look.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ DELPHINIUM ; insecure but beautiful x YOU'RE LITERALLY SO GPRGEOUS AND PRETTY!!! Delphinium gets its name from the Greek word “delphis,” which means dolphin. This refers to their beautiful purple and blue hues and closed flower buds that are shaped similar to the nose of a dolphin.

๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ GYP ; your own dynamic idea Gyps are also known as baby’s breath and are members of the carnation family. They are cute, tiny flowers that look finest when grouped in bunches.

main color/vibe

๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ YELLOW ; Platonic The color yellow is primarily associated with spreading happiness and joy; however, it is also the ideal color for symbolizing friendship. With their bright hue and cheery personality

๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ PINK ; Fluff Similar to red flowers, pink flowers have also grown to be a symbol of love, though they can also mean happiness, gentleness, and femininity

๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ WHITE ; Angst White is universally recognised to represent mourning as it symbolises peace, purity and love.

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╰┈➤ love, me!

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groenendaelfic · 1 month

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Faroe Gone Final Chapter Sneak Peak

So there's still lots of editing I need to do before I can post the whole thing, but with tomorrow looming I thought I'd share something "happy" and "cheerful" to distract y'all.

Have fun reading the beginning of the final chapter and hope you enjoy! 😇

Simon doesn't know if it's the sudden fog, his tears, or the fact that all he wants to do is be a fool and turn back around again—the first one, definitely the first one—but he drives back to Tórshavn at almost a snail's pace.

It doesn't matter. He has well over a day until the ferry makes its return journey to Denmark and nothing else to do except go over his time with Wilhelm again and again, replaying the good times and the pleasurable times and wondering if he could have said or done anything to change the outcome of his journey—other than realizing that all of his feelings were mere nostalgic illusion and fantasy, which of course turned out to not be the case.

Quite the opposite. Real Wilhelm was so much more than what Simon made him out to be in his head. There's so much he's missed. So much he doesn't know yet and which he desperately wants to find out.

It hurts, and yet there's nothing else Simon can do, no other choice which wouldn't hurt more sooner or later.

No. Simon tried. He did the best he could and that is enough. It has to be enough.

Simon had to leave while he still could.

The road ahead of him is empty, no one else in sight. No people, no cars, no sheep. Nothing except the wet, cold fog swallowing up everything and a rushing noise in his ears which might be the wind or the ocean or Simon himself.

Simon blinks away another tear and keeps driving, turning up the heat and hoping it will help.

It doesn't.

On the next island he passes a camper van. It's parked, and Simon thinks he can make out a brave tourist trying to take a picture, but he isn't sure. It's not as if there's much to see except an endless wall of grayish white.

Maybe that's the fascination.

Wilhelm told him that there are thirty-seven words for fog in the Faroese language, and while Simon laughed and told him to stop kidding, he's sure he's already experienced half of them, and it's only been two days.

Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but contemplating the uselessness of taking pictures of fog is a lot more bearable than lingering on the fact that he'll never get to be with Wilhelm again, never feel that satisfied ache in his muscles, not like this, and really how long can a grown man cry before he's all out of tears?

Pretty long he guesses.

Simon once stopped Ayub's baby daughter from attempting a daring escape on all fours, and Simon swears she was crying forever. Not that he blames her.

Crying is cathartic if it's anything, but if she could produce that many tears because of nothing more than a foiled plan to explore the stairway, then how many will Simon be able to shed before he's all wrung out? He’s a lot taller than her after all and guaranteed to not forget the reason for his tears even after being presented with some candy.

Simon doesn't want to know.

Simon wants to keep driving through this fog forever, because all that's waiting for him at its end is the mundanity of his never-changing life and a scandal revealing the Crown Prince to have been the victim of underage revenge porn thanks to his second cousin and presumed successor, and that is guaranteed to make it worse, to drag Simon’s name back into public awareness.

He should probably call home and warn his mom, warn Sara, but facing them will be torture of an entirely different kind, and also the investigative journalist they chose is a good one, one bound to build a case and not blindly believe her sources before going public, so there is still time.

Not too much though, as there is an impending deadline if the Royal Court and the Prime Minister are to be believed, or at least Simon would really prefer news of August’s deeds to overshadow him being taken into the line of succession.

Not that he’s so naive as to think a mere article can do more than delay the proceedings at best—although one can always hope—and ideally the journalist and whoever else gets a say in choosing the right time will see it the same way, but all of that is still more than half a week away, so why burden his family before he absolutely has to?

No, he's not going to call home yet, but maybe he should reserve a room before he gets back to the capital.

He decides to do it the old fashioned way and pulls over at the next opportunity. A viewpoint, or so he presumes the sign a few meters away from him would tell him if only it was clear enough to see.

He wipes at his cheeks and opens his phone. There are plenty of options for him to stay at. Small, privately owned places, holiday homes with kitchens and living rooms, quaint little hotels doing their best to sell their Nordic, rustic charm to tourists wealthy enough to make it there, and of course a camping ground, because unlike Sweden, the Faroe Islands don't allow one to set up camp anywhere else.

Simon doesn't choose any of them. He wants a warm but bland room, boring and inoffensive and as likely to be in Tórshavn as on the other side of the world.

Something as far from Wilhelm's colorful and most definitely handmade and expensive wooden furniture as he can get, and so he books himself a room at the first—and only—international hotel chain he can find, something he'd never do otherwise, and pretends that he's looking forward to it. The hotel has a fitness center after all and well over a hundred rooms. Simon is almost going to feel like back home in Uppsala.

Not.

He sighs and makes sure he received a confirmation for his booking, before he throws his phone onto the passenger seat and sighs again.

Somehow, magically, or rather because he's on a windy archipelago in the middle of nowhere, the fog is starting to clear. He can see a few meters of grass now, and then a cliff, and below it the cold, dark ocean pretending at being calm.

Simon wants the fog back, but when has he ever gotten what he wanted, and by the time he's back on the road he swears he can see a tiny patch of blue sky up ahead.

The hotel is on the outskirts of town and exactly as impersonal as Simon hoped it would be. He isn't hungry, and so he goes straight to his room and falls face first into bed.

The sheets are white and the pillows are white and they smell bland and clean and inoffensive, nothing at all like Wilhelm, and why would they?

Simon hates them. Simon also hates the hotel, but it's not as if he's in the mood for sightseeing, and as he isn't willing to take a shower yet—what? He's alone, no one's going to smell him, and isn't that the entire problem?—all that's left to do is turn on the TV, because he's for sure not touching his phone again any time soon.

Not when that would mean having it confirmed with every passing minute that he was a fool to leave Wilhelm his number. Wilhelm isn't going to call, but Simon would rather live in denial for as long as he can.

The TV does not greet him with an info screen as Simon expected, but an English speaking news channel, the volume turned up way too loudly, and Simon turns it off again as fast as he can.

Wallowing in self pity it is then.

Unfortunately Simon's usual answer to bouts of self-pity—angrily jerking off to thoughts of Wilhelm—is not an option right now, because Wilhelm is the entire reason for his misery, and so he grudgingly reaches for his phone after all and starts up a game which would work much better on a computer screen.

He's just about to finish off the newest boss, when a text message pops up.

If I do it, it reads. Then can we

The sentence stops halfway through, and Simon almost has a heart attack.

The delay in his reaction is enough for him to be killed instead, but it's not as if Simon notices.

Wilhelm. It has to be Wilhelm.

He taps the message, and while that makes it larger, it doesn't change the words.

He almost calls Wilhelm back right away, because Wilhelm is swaying, is reconsidering, and Simon wants that, he wants it so bad, to have Wilhelm back in his arms and his life, but also Simon already told Wilhelm that he can't be the only reason Wilhelm returns, that this is a life changing decision if there was ever any, and that Wilhelm needs to make it for himself and not for a hope of them maybe working out, and so he doesn't.

Instead he waits an excruciating minute and then another, just in case Wilhelm wants to add something or pressed send too soon, but no further message follows.

Simon curses and swears and kicks up his feet, because now he has hope again and that is great, but also torture. He doesn't want Wilhelm to get the wrong impression, doesn't want him to think that Simon wouldn't be willing to pick right up where they left off if he could—in the bedroom that is, not when it comes to fighting—and maybe they could also go on a date which has been nineteen years in coming.

Simon wants that. Simon really wants that. How can he not, now that he's had a taste, has spent time with Wilhelm, just Wilhelm, has had breakfast with him and done chores with him and played with his dog. Simon wants Wilhelm back, now more so than ever.

Simon knows he's an idiot, thinking of romance and dating when he just left the love of his life behind, and even if he hadn't, a returning Wilhelm would have much different things on his mind. He'd have to. He'd have no other choice. Things like his dying mother and the throne and the public reacting to his return after ten years in exile.

Wilhelm wouldn't have time for Simon, no matter how much Wilhelm would want him. Not for weeks and not for months. Simon would have to sneak into an assortment of palaces with the eyes of the entire nation on nothing but them if he wanted any time with Wilhelm at all, and Simon wouldn't want that. Simon doesn't want secrecy and sneaking and lies. Not that'd even be an option, what with the press and curious bystanders everywhere.

There is another option of course. The only one Wilhelm would ever consider coming back for. The one which at first glance sounds perfect because it means being with Wilhelm and standing by his side. It would also mean giving up everything else in Simon's life though, but what has he really got to lose? Why stop being foolish now?

Wilhelm told Simon that he's it for him. Wilhelm loves him. Simon's already traveled across an ocean. What's one tiny text message compared to that? Why can't he be selfish just this once and fuck the risk and the idiocy and the fear of what will be in one year? In five? In ten?

It all might end in disaster, but it might also not, and why should he be miserable if there's even the slightest chance at some fleeting happiness. After all it's not as if the email Wilhelm sent isn't bound to upend Simon's life anyway, and it's not as if Wilhelm is actually going to come.

Simon wants to be happy.

Simon wants to be happy and now there's a chance for it and so why not take it? He's done stupider things before, like coming here in the first place, so he might as well go all the way.

He doesn't text Wilhelm a yes, doesn't make any promises. He texts one word and one word alone, followed by a number, the name of the hotel and his room number, and maybe that's the biggest promise of all.

He doesn't regret it. He couldn't stay, not without making his inevitable departure even worse, but now he's done his part and the ball is in Wilhelm's court, all the balls are, and Simon is here and waiting.

For a ferry. For Wilhelm. For the life they could have had.

Fuck.

#it was editing this #or throwing myself a pity party #because for the first time ever #I could attend all the Eurovision events live #with nothing stopping me except my own morals and conscious #so clearly I'm boycotting it all #and that's the easy choice #no pity party for me #hello editing #I'm not saying Simon is staying at the Hilton Garden Inn #but I'm also not not saying that #yes Faroe Gone will have a happy ending #faroe gone #young royals #young royals fic #fic snippet #wilmon #fic update

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emiplayzmc · 1 year

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Have I finally posted full-fledged fanart for this semi-dead fandom? WELL, YOU BET YOUR SWEET BIPPY I DID!

So, yeah! Bad End Friends fanart! Was wanting to do some silhouette practice, and what better way to practice that than some slightly ominous silhouettes of traumatized and possessed blorbos? Enjoy!

#also yes I included Dipper in Bipper's shot #I feel like Dipper would still hang around Bipper to some extent after the events of Sock Opera #especially after Birthday / Pity Party Mabel comes into the group #what would you even call the Dipper that hangs around Bipper?#Mindscape Dipper? Ghost Dipper? Just Dipper?#IDK tbh #bad end friends art #bad end friends #dipper pines #bipper #over the garden wall wirt #bill cipher gravity falls #dipper pines gravity falls #farmworld finn #ice prince finn #ice finn #adventure time finn #beast wirt

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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 2 months

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EMBARRASSING: local fool didn't realize he lived within driving distance to a really cool epic cave system, now has to rectify the fact that they haven't visited in the half a decade that she has lived nearby posthaste

#i knew about some of the caves that are really close but i did NOT know about the big one how did i do that #i simply MUST visit this summer i need to rectify this mistake #and man...... they have long trails too *swoons*#methinks i can find some time. well. very rushed but i *could* go next week but i actually have to go to the gardens because OMG OMG OMG #VERY EXCITING BUT THEY'RE HAVING AN ORCHID EVENT THEN TULIPS REALLY SOON #I REALLY REALLY GOTTA GO I AM SO EXCITED THE THEME IS FRENCH IMPRESSIONISM AND THE COLORS THEY'RE USING AHHHH #AJDIUHASDIASDIGAHS u cannot imagine the #WAIT HOLD UP THEY ARE HAVING FIGURE DRAWING SESSIONS IN THE GARDENS I AM GOING TO THROW UP THIS IS #ANJDHGASLGDGASHJDGHAS dude. u cannot Imagine how excited i am about this AND OH MY FUCKING GOD THE COLORS OF #THOSE TULIPS I'M GOING TO FAINT ASDJHASKJDHASGKDLH I NEED TO BE THERE IMMEDIATELY IT'S GOING TO BE GORGROUS FR FR #AND THERE ARE CUTE LITTLE TEA PARTIES WITH REALLY OVERDRESSED TABLES I AM SEETHING I DON'T OWN A PETTICOAT #THIS IS A DRESSING UP OCCASION AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE A PETTICOAT OR A BUSTLE OR ANY 19TH CENTURY FRENCH ATTIRE AHHHH #AND OH I'LL FINALLY GET TO SEE ALL OF MY FAVORITE TREES AND HERB GARDENS AND AJSDHILASJDKHLASJASHD #i miss one particular tree so bad. she's a silly little thing i hope she's still there #sorry this started as me talking abt that cool cave system but dude. i Need to be at those gardens i need it to livve i neeeeeed it

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the-institute-rpg · 1 year

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EVENT : garden party lottery

It’s time to celebrate the spring, islanders! All unclaimed slaves have been fitted with uniforms, the gardens have been elaborately decorated, and an exquisite meal has been prepared. Masters who RSVP’d positively to the garden party are welcomed into a garden overflowing with spring flowers; honeysuckle perfumes the air, while vibrant tulips and daffodils sway merrily in the gentle spring breeze.

A long banquet table sits in the shade of a cherry blossom tree that seems to have grown overnight. Place cards mark each master’s seat, with Headmaster Malvolio’s seat located in the place of honor at the head.

Lunch will be served at noon on the dot; until then, masters are encouraged to mingle, while slaves wander the garden with serving trays, offering drinks and appetizers.

OOC INFO:

The Garden Party Lottery Event has now begun!

The dash is not paused. Non-event threads may continue.

The event will last from April 14th, 11:59pm EST, through April 16th, 11:59pm EST, out of game.

The starter rule is still in effect. Please use #theinstitutestarter for your starters, and reblog your starter to the starter blog to ensure it appears for everyone. Please also tag your starter in some way to indicate that it is an event starter. (For example, ‘garden party event’, ‘event starter’, etc.)

Lottery winners will be revealed on Sunday, April 16th. Keep your eyes peeled, and if you are not yet tracking #theinstiuteplotdrop, now is the time to do so.

The list of masters who RSVP’d to the Garden Party and have been entered in the lottery is under the cut. All unclaimed slaves are required to attend. Claimed slaves may attend with their masters, if permitted to do so.

MASTERS IN ATTENDANCE:

Noah Wright

Cassie Hayes

Jude Rigby

Lilim Morrigan

Alexander Black

James Donovan

Arthur Augustus

Markus Christiansen

Qhuinn Fontenot

Evelyn Stratford

Ciaran O’Bryan

Grace Carleton

Thomas Chandler

Ivy Lawson

Raven Powers

Wade Jensen

Ava Montgomery

Damien Black

Dakota Winters

Grayson Stratford

Leib Edelman

Wilder Hayes

Clara Woodhouse

Matt Clarke

Donnie Miller

Milo Cole

Margeaux Adkins

Gulana Alim

Kane Whelan

Leo Weatherington

Alfie Norris

Steele

Lily Lynch

Park Jae-Min

Winter DuBois

Magnus Kusihamar

Uriel Zeriah

Hunter Morrigan / Carmella D’Amico

Dougal McLeod

Emmanuel Reyes

#theinstituteevent #garden party event #event

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novaxwalker · 1 year

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I Can’t | Nova&Jude

If she thought she had been scared before, Nova was fucking petrified now. Being blindfolded and having what hearing she had left removed, and left to the whims of others had been bad enough. But something told her this was going to be much, much worse. The dancer didn’t personally know the blonde woman she’d be shoved in front of her but that didn’t matter. She’d done nothing to her, nothing to anyone else (as far as she knew) to deserve this. So why was she having to do it? What purpose did this serve? Nova had no answers but she did still have plenty to say..or not. Because as soon as the dancer opened her mouth nothing came out. Okay..that actually felt a little personal.. Well her voice may not have worked but her body did. So Nova shook her head, taking one step back before she was stopped and a whip was placed into her small hands. Wait..could it really be this easy? She wouldn’t know till she tried, would she?

Hands lifted, Nova aimed the whip towards the guard’s face. But at the last second her trajectory was changed. And so was the pristine skin of the woman before her...

@heyxmissxjude

#heyxmissxjude #garden party event #closed starter #theinstituteclosed

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c-aissonandrews · 4 months

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"Happy birthday to me! Please take a shot then slide the tray along the bar. I won't have anyone shot-less on my big day, but by all means, be shirtless if that's where the wind takes you."

@tfrstarters

#tfrstarter #caisson #location: the andrews family garden #ps. it's October 3rd #mini event: caisson's birthday party

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thiefguild · 23 days

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party? sign him up! here's a lil starter call for the garden party! these will be small and probably just in the form of ti asking a question, in the spirit of breaking the ice (even if he already knows you--). cap is 3 but i'll raise it if i have time! here's his outfit .)

#isola rp ad #isola garden party #(also sorry if i missed anyone for the last event! work and school got me experiencing the Horrors yknow)

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fire-starterdylan · 1 year

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Graceless | Katell&Open

Katell was actually enjoying the Garden party. She didn’t mind serving drinks and food among the floral decor which felt so much like the Fae realm and she was simply happy to be there surrounded by blooms. She adored flowers.

The costumes they were forced into could be easily ignored. They weren’t even that revealing compared to other events the slaves attended. Graceful as ever, Katell moved about the table, ready to serve her section as needed.

It was another slave who tripped over their feet near her and spilled their tray of drinks. Katell dropped to her knees to help the slave pick up the glasses, offering a kind smile. She didn’t register any danger as the slave suddenly scurried off, assuming they were after a cloth or something to aid with this mess. She reached for a teacup which had rolled further away when she noticed a pair of feet just behind them. Was this the reason the slave had scurried off and left the blame on Katell?

Katell lifted her eyes to see who stood before her and whether she was in any trouble or not.

@brightwood-duchess

So this was one of those events he’d been told about here. It’s not like Dylan didn’t believe what he was told - he had a collar around his neck and his powers were completely gone, so clearly something was up - but he didn’t know what the severity would be until he experienced it first hand. Having to parade around, waiting on people in a weird costume wasn’t... great, exactly, and so far no past unpleasant memories had threatened to filter their way into the forefront of his mind. That was always a win in his eyes.

But eventually that dissipated and the costume was getting tighter. Maybe it was how some of the masters looked at him - the mistresses didn’t bother her, but there was a look in some eyes he was familiar with. The desire to hurt someone else wasn’t something so easily forgotten. A tray was shakily put down at a bar and he backed away, balling his hands into fists while he scanned the area to try and see what a good place was to go to be alone. Then he backed into someone else, and the tray barely had any time to clatter on the ground when he whirled around, hissing, “Watch it!” He came to his senses, when he saw the girl on the ground, the fight disappearing from his eyes. “Sorry - I’m so sorry, here--” Dylan bent down and gathered the tray, placing the broken glass that he could find onto it, not caring if any sliced into his skin.

#katell #come out come out wherever you are || event #moved to a new thread for tracking!#garden party event

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