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antiqueanimals · 2 years
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Golden Jackals from East African Mammals vol. IIIA. Written/illustrated by Jonathan Kingdon. 1971.
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Round 1: Sora vs. Prince Wilhelm
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Sora - Kingdon Hearts | Prince Wilhelm - Young Royals
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xanderxciv · 9 months
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Frozen What-If: Part 3 - Spark
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During the events in Part 1, the time Itri was doing tasks for Aladheid, at one point he had enough of the kingdom, after bullies that were messing him, hurt Iwa. It was supposed to be one final task, and he was done.
Turns out Itri was gathering magical artifacts that can grant one powers similar to his own. An angry Itri arrived after seeing unusual lightning bursts, because Aladheid's lackies ended up hurting his dog. Turns out he never hated Itri, only envied him. Because he never used his power to conquer. When he gained Lightning magic, he revealed that his original plan was to anger him enough so he'd destroy the kingdom, and Aladheid would look like a hero by defeating him. He also revealed that he's the one that's responsible for his parents' deaths, and King Noah's death.
A fight ensued, Itri ended up getting the trust of ALL the civilians, and defeating Aladheid was partly due to Iwa & Leon. The kingdom always had this magic, golden sword around, and it seemed to have drained Aladheid's power. After the sword was broken, it turns out that Leon is just like Itri & Iwa. He controls lighting & was able to drain alot of Aladheid's power. After the battle, Aladheid is imprisoned, and also very weakened because whatever he did to gain that power, there was a price. They learned that an ancient threat is returning. One that Aladheid made a deal with to recieve power.
During Part 2, before Itri & Iwa's later events, they were all dealing with a different threat to the kingdom. The Boogg. They made them retreat, but later returned with assistance from some dark presence that Adalheid is familiar with.
Leon lead the charge & used his powers to fight, but he's not on Itri & Iwa's level. After their Spiritual Revelations, they returned & won the battle.
Months later, Leon's personal journey begins. Before, the three were gathering info on what this ancient threat is, with the only clue being that their parents once fought it.
There was also another threat, one just like them, but born with Wind magic. His goal was revenge for something Itri did back when he first protected the kingdom & used his blue flames in rage(That side of the story will be explained in Part 4).
But later events led the Wind magic user & Leon to their Spiritual Revelations and get the answers they seek. Leon's took place at the Kingdom of Jove, the native homeland & resting place of his mother, Queen Luna. All he knew about her was she died shortly after he was born. He learned of the old War from both his parents. Which was against the Darkness spirt, jealous of the other Elements living in the light, being a part of all life. So the spirit intended to destroy all life, so darkness thrives. The people of Perchtia witnessed that threat, and Aladheid was there as well.
During the war, King Noah proven to the Lightning Elemental Spirt that he's a good king, willing to protect not only his people, but others, even enemy kingdons. He knew that the only way to stop the threat was to have magic of his own. But because he wasnt born with it, recieving such power has a price. In his case, that price was rapid aging. It wouldve been worse if Leon's mother didnt also take the burden. King Noah, Itri's parents & the Spriggans defeated the Dark. But only temporarily because not all the elements were present.
After the war, the Lightning Spirit decided to grant his gift, to Leon. After his Spiritual Revelation, he returned to Itri & Iwa, who were holding off another emergence of the Dark. And Leon wasnt the only one...
To Be Continued in Pt.4 - Tempest
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cinemavariety · 4 years
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50+ Great Spiritual Films (unranked):
Golden Kingdom (2015) Dir. Brian Perkins
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labourites · 2 years
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kingdon · 3 years
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“Are you ready, darling?” Parrish called out to Elliot as he adjusted his cuff links, swept back his hair in the mirror and took a long look at his face to ensure he’d properly shaved and his skin was silky smooth as it could possibly be. He enjoyed referring to Elliot with the pet names that were passing trends of the time, and despite the fact that they’d been together for centuries at this point, they still shared in a deep, everlasting love just as fiercely as ever, eternally obsessed with each other. It was a bond physically evident in the rings Parrish had decided to forge for them in the hearth of an ancient fire god he’d befriended long, long ago, and it gleamed impossibly golden and lovely against his finger, bringing a smile to his face as he lifted his sleeve just a bit to check the diamond encrusted shimmer of his watch. “It’s going to get too late, if you dawdle any longer! I’m sure you look just as gorgeous as ever, I have such a great night planned for us, can you come out for me to at least see you already?”
He gently knocked on the door that separated the two of them, as Elliot had sealed himself in their bedroom and refused to come out for hours at this point, and Parrish could only imagine the pile of clothing that had accumulated on the floor by now as Elliot tore through his wardrobe for something to wear. Parrish did have much planned for them, indeed, a night full of dancing and strolling around the city together, admiring the glimmer of the lights, both of them still so in awe of this little discovery called electricity. Parrish often joked about the amount of candles they would have needed in order to light up their mansion home, a place arguably grander than his godly home in the clouds, and it was of no obstacle for Parrish to obtain, with his persona as Mr. Kingdon, a wealthy business owner of a company he would not disclose to anyone, as no such company really existed, and the money simply came like gold droplets beading from his palms, and all it then took was for it to be converted into the appropriate currency of the country and era. They’d traded ancient temples for bustling city streets and skyscrapers, but it was always the same old love for them, eternally burning flame of passion between them that seemed to enchant anyone who laid eyes upon them in the public.
They’d carved out a new life for themselves here, on the outskirts of a bustling city they’d chosen on a whim, mainly because they could both appreciate the beauty of it all, the twinkling lights and bands that played music that sounded foreign to their ears but caused them to feel delight and mirth in the beat, and they relished in the luxury this modern age offered them, so many new trinkets for Parrish to purchase to adorn Elliot’s skin, so many sweet treats like extravagantly decorated ice cream sundaes and vibrantly rainbow candies from expensive shops and clothing that was ahead of the fashionable curve at all times, Parrish would drop his money on absolutely everything and anything to spoil Elliot, a passion of his that had never waned despite the incredible length of time they’d spent together. It seemed as though Parrish would never tire of him, despite how exasperated he was often made by Elliot’s insistence he look absolutely perfect for their outings, even though he could have looked as though he’d just rolled out of bed with messy hair and sleepy half lidded eyes, and Parrish still would have adored him as much as always. “If you come out now, I’ll let you order as many Shirley Temples as you want at the club… I know how much you love those, ever since I let you take a sip of mine the other night. They’re all the rage right now, so we’d better leave shortly before the bar runs out of those little cherries that you like…!”
@tyver
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tyver · 3 years
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he  was  left  in  a  shaky , breathless  mess  above  the  grass , throat  barely  able  to  produce  a  coherent   noise  as  parrish  hovered  over  him , hands  picking  delicately  through  his  hair . the  violets  had  been  crushed , mauve  and  pale - purple  petals  tucked  through  the  bed  of  golden  blond .  his  legs  were  trembling , body  still  absorbing  the  aftermath  of  the  sensual  bliss , ecstasy  surging  jarringly  through  his  blood .  beautiful , parrish  called  him , and  it  gave  an  upturn  to  his  lips , reflecting  a  tired , but  blissful  smile  as  parrish  left  a  kiss  to  his  cheek . playfully , he  shoved  a  hand  to  parrish’s  cheek , keeping  him  from  planting  another  kiss  to  his  face .      ❝  i  said  wait , you  didn’t  listen  to  me  .❞       steadily , he  removed  his  legs  from  around  parrish’s  waist , feeling  his  feet  land  above  the  velvety  cushion  of  moss  and  grass .       ❝  ----but  that  was , uh ,  incredible  .❞      slowly , he  admitted , cheeks  flushing  dark  again  at  the  recollection  of  what  had  just  occurred  between  the  two .  he  didn’t  need  any  explanations  to  understand  that  it  had  been  something  profoundly  intimate , a  deep , feverish  kind  of  action  shared  only  between  two  lovers . and  it  made  him  content ,  almost  prideful  that  he  could  call  parrish  his  lover , to  call  this  achingly  beautiful  man  as  his , and  his  only . 
gently , he  curled  his  fingers  to  the  nape  of  parrish’s  neck , free  hand  trailing  down  past  his  neck , then  planting  firmly  to  his  chest . he  could  feel  the  god’s  heartbeat , strong  and firm , its  pulse  radiating  through  his  chest  and  against  his  palm .  and  with  a   coy  undertone , he  flitted  his  lashes  downwards , wetting  his  lips  as  he  finally  pulled  the  messy  remains  of  his  clothes  back  over  himself .          ❝ i’d   like  to  try  it  on  you  too , . .   ❞        as  he  sat  up , he  caused  a  stir  of  violet  and  blue - bell  petals  to  rain  down  from  his  hair , a  hand  still  planted  against  the  broad  of  parrish’s  chest . he  could  tell  when  certain  actions  caused  a  flurry  of  embarrassment  in  parrish , his  usual  composed  expression  breaking  into  a  shy  dust  of  pink  over  his  cheek  when  elliot  dared  to  feature  a  bout  of  boldness  from  time  to  time . the  silk  linenes  of  his  clothes  hung  dangerously  delicately  over  his  frame , slipping  down  past  a  shoulder  to  expose  the  expanse  of  skin  where  parrish  had  left  with  his  numerous  claims  in  love - marks . he  could  hear  parrish  suck  in  a  sharp  breath ,  a  small , dazed - like  smile  on  his  face  as  he  used  a  finger  to  trace  down  the  path  of  colors  over  elliot’s  chest  with  a  finger .  yes , you  did  this .  elliot  thought  to  himself ,  lowering  himself  in  between  parrishs’  legs .  and  i’d  let  you  do  it  over  and  over .    ❝  it’s   only  fair  if  i  do , after  all  that  you’ve  done  for  me ,  right  ? ❞        it  had  become  prominent  over  time , the  small  bits  of  his  personality  coming  to  full  bloom , and  the  air  of   coy , flintiness  appeared  to  arrive  natural  as  daylight  for  him .      ❝  i  want  to  see  you  making  those  expressions , i  think  it  would . . look   divine .❞      he  could  feel  parrish  slowly  leaning  back  down  towards  the  grass  the  more  he  pushed  against  him , enough  for  him  to  climb  over onto  his  lap  and  to  hover  down  to  hold  his  lover’s  face  in  between  his  face .  leaning  down , he  planted  a  deep  kiss  to  parrish’s  lips , breathing  sweet  murmurs  against  his  lips  as  he  allowed  the  strands  of  his  blond  hair  to  tickle  against  parrish’s  face .      ❝  would  you  like  that ? -----it  would  make  me  happy  .❞  
  @kingdon​
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yours-notyours · 3 years
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(Azrael Encarnacion)
PREMATURE POSTCARDS (LYRICS)
[ V1 ]
I know that my time with you is short of lasting / but I wanted to let you know I've expanded / I covered the land and the oceans above it / I hovered, discovered new planets, I love it! / I'm drunk with this power! Up at this hour / I hardly get sleep anymore, I'm just out of… / my bed and I write / and hopefully you read I'm hype, all day encounter / the journey, the mercy, the rearview enlarges / traveling forward, there's no time for bargains / Searching for margins, artists completing-- / They want your future fuck em they can keep it!
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Cuz I want you now! I want you here / i want you growing and flowing for miles / I'll always be near...
But I'm yours and I'm not yours / You're mine and you're not mine / I'm yours and I'm not yours / You're mine and you're not mine / I'm yours and I'm not yours
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They front like they know… / Text you at middle of night while you're sleeping / These boys get so anxious-- / No answer from you, disadvantaged, misreading the treatment / None of em loyal! Including me, you'd be proud I'm selfish / Stubborn and spoiled. Only working together when equally jealous / But when I have you I want you to stay as you are, though it’s far from perfection / So I jump in your car… / Drive circle in yards to avoid misdirection / I'm yours like you wanted, you’re mine like I needed, rewind me to fetus, the feeling I free it, my venus I'm fiendin' need you intravenous, there's no intervention! / The infection is open… / And I'm stitched to the moment / Nothing is sooner but they want your future fuck em they can own it!
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Cuz I want you now, I want you here / i want you growing and flowing for miles / I'll always be near
But I'm yours and I'm not yours / You're mine and you're not mine / I'm yours and I'm not yours / You're mine and you're not mine / I'm yours and I'm not yours
[ Outro ]
I’m in love with Nature, introvert behavior / Insert: ‘wordless look’ I’m here to crook you back to danger / Reverse future into origami alligator / There’s no ruler, measure kingdon thru this detonator / Elevator broken enter golden radio invader--Read your god like books anything he cooks, I can cater… / Obedient disdainer / You can see every ingredient but still couldn’t predict the flavor / Peel the layers, find the chambers to the source… / Pull that sword from stone, reanalyze the data… / Finally opening doors, with a pocket full of postcards convinced I’m going somewhere later!  
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shieldherostuffs · 4 years
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Masquerade
Naofumi and L’Arc both knew that it was forbidden for two people of the same gender to be together in Melromarc. It was taboo. If anyone found out and told someone, you would most likely be executed unless you were fast enough to flee. 
That’s why they kept their relationship a secret behind locked doors. They were both the Sons of two of the three Dukes in Melromarc, if word got out about their relationship, it would ruin not only them, but also their families and friends. 
But, they had many excuses for seeing each other without being suspicious. Going hunting together. Talking future buisness. Looking up on their neighboring lands. And just “keeping a good relationship between two of the fututre dukes”. 
But, that was not their only secret. They both had another. A secret both of their families had been keeping for centuries. 
Their secrets were why they’d planned a Masquerade for all Nobility and Royalty in the Kingdon, for the Honour of the Kingdom. They were going to run away at the Masquerade, but not without a show. 
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Once he’d been notified that everyone invited were present, Duke Iwatani announced the official start of the Party hosted by his eldest son, Naofumi. 
Just as he finished the announcement with a toast to the Kingdom, waltz Music began playing. 
(This is the Music that’s being played)
As couples, fianceés, and partners began assmbling in the middle of the room to Dance, two figures joined in too. 
Two men. One with red hair and matching eyes, wearing a dark red suit with black accents and another with raven black hair and emerald green eyes wearing a black suit with green designs on the edges. 
Both of them were wearing masks like everyone else. The one with green eyes, a black mask with golden designs, and the one with red hair, a white mask with red designs. 
People stared as the two danced, as if they were in a trance to just watch and do nothing else. 
As the guests came to themselves again, they began gossiping. What nobles thought it was a good idea to dance like that? And at Duke Iwatani’s estate at that! They would surely be executed soon. 
After a couple of minutes, as the music began comming to a stop, alll of the lights in the room, candles and torches, began flickering. The music suddenly cut off as people began srceaming. 
The two men that had been dancing was still in the middle of the room, but they weren’t dancing. 
The man with red hair had his head at his partner’s shoulder, fangs in the other’s neck, blood dripping onto the ground. The green eyed man was leaning backwards, not being able to resist, his mask slowly falling off. 
As the mask fell onto the ground, into the small puddle of blood forming. The nobles stared in petrified by shock, dead eyes staring at them. 
That was Duke Iwatani’s eldest son, and he had been dancing with another man. But the man was a Vampire, so maybe he threatened the young master to do so? 
The nobles didn’t have time to think as they hurried out of the place, the Royal Family being ushered away with a group of guards. 
As Duke Iwatani left, he called for the guards to surround and kill the monster. 
The guards surrounded the Vampire, readying themselves to kill it whenever it moved. 
The guards watched as the Vampire stood up, removing his fangs from the Young Master’s neck and licked his lips. Before any of them could move, the guards were taken down. 
The Vampire then fled in the dark cover of the night, the eldest son of Duke Iwatani in his arms. 
As they arrived at a small wagon hidden in the woods, the Vampire took off his mask and let it fall to the ground. He then set the shoter male down on his feet. 
The life seemingly returned to Naofumi’s eyes as he looked up at his lover. 
They were finally free. They could finally live in peace somewhere in the countryside together. 
Just him and L’Arc. Finally. 
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meteor-writes · 4 years
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I nearly ran out of time so it's a little long sorry @flashfictionfridayofficial! I really love this prompt tho!
Ace of Hearts - 1,119 words
‘I need one of you to marry Prince Rajiv.’
It had been one week since the Queen announced those words. Hester hasn’t stopped thinking about them. Standing beside her brother in the throne room, she looked at the sprigs of grass growing between granite tiles and pulled her robe closer around her shoulders as a breeze shuddered across the doors.
Prince Rajiv was a man she’d heard of many times. Running a kingdom five times the size of theirs with a wealth of agriculture and trade, overcoming enemies without a single drop of blood all while being the tender age of twenty five. Hester was sold on the idea in a heartbeat. The fact her mother had managed to organise a meeting already was almost unbelievable. Then again, a disgraced Queen was still a Queen. Even if her husband did leech all their money before packing his bags and disappearing for all eternity.
‘I’ve heard he’s a veritable ace of hearts,’ the Queen continued, ‘I need you both to study. This match is favoured towards us. Prince Rajiv needs neither money not burden. You must offer something other than riches. Smart political minds. Strategists. Trustworthy companions. Can I trust that one of you will seal this deal?’
‘Yes.’ The siblings chorused.
In reality, they’d both formed their own plans.
‘Isn’t that shirt a little low cut?’ Cray asks, gesturing to his sisters overwhelming cleavage. Hester drags her eyes over her brother’s open shirt, counting maybe three buttons fastened.
‘Couldn’t I say the same to you?’
Cray makes a face.
‘Checkmate.’
Then he looks down, undoes another button and flaps his jacket until it billows just right.
Hester rolls her eyes. It seems they have both discovered the one way to attract the man with everything: sex appeal.
Hester dons her shiniest clothes, a pearly coloured, diamond covered, satin dress with a thigh-high split in the skirt and an empire line. She’s dressed to impress, but still, does a little wiggle for luck in her corset as she takes the golden door knocker in her hand and bashes it into the lions face.
‘Bit aggressive.’ Cray notes. Hester jabs him in his now bare stomach.
A moment later, the door creaks open. A servant appears, dressed in a conservative tuxedo and Hester feels a fizz in her blood like a freshly swirled glass of champagne.
‘Greetings.’ The servant says, leaning into a bow.
‘Greetings.’ The siblings sing whacking on matching grins.
‘I’m the suitor.’ Cray says plainly. Hester immediately pinches him in the arm.
‘I’m also a suitor.’ She hisses. Cray keeps his smile fixed, following the servant into the castle. ‘Yeah but I’m the one that counts.’
Hester sticks out her foot to make him trip.
‘Prince Rajiv is waiting in his personal drawing room.’ Says the servant as they walk. Hester finds herself losing strength in her jaw as she looks around. Castle Corey is not how she thought. Outside, it had a medieval exterior. Cool grey stone and wooden arched doors with thick iron hinges and small pokey windows. Inside, it’s a portal.
Above Hester, huge glass windows dome into a roof surrounded in plant life. Stairs spiral up to the mezzanine, where presumably the rest of the rooms hide. It’s hard to tell when huge silk curtains drop down, pouring like water over the balcony and banister. Even the tiles are lavish, with every click of her heels, Hester sees the mosaic glisten, the reflection of her dress sparkling purple in the blues and pink in the reds.
‘We’re here.’ The servant announces standing aside. He opens a door, gesturing to a dark hallway. ‘The drawing room is at the end of this corridor.’
Hester nods, finding herself faltering at the last second. She adjusts her dress once more, brushing out any creases and wiping away any dust. Cray adjusts his glasses, mussing his hair. He coughs, smells his breath then sends Hester a wicked smile.
‘Ready to lose?’
Hester shoves him aside.
She enters the corridor first, squinting as her eyes adjust. Behind, the door crashes shut and Heater jumps, swinging blindly around.
‘Cray?’ She calls.
‘No.’ Cray calls back. Somehow he’s already ahead of her. She does a little run to catch up.
‘Why’s it so dark?’ Hester hisses, but her eyes don’t take too long to adjust. In fact, the room seems  to be getting lighter and she realises there are windows running all along the walls, little circles of light decorating the marble. Soon she can even make out couches lining the walls, plush purple velvet she would like to test drive.
In fact, most of the room is purple. It shines in the diamonds of her dress. Hester looks up at the walls. It’s not paint or paper. Instead, there are flags hanging between every window. Purple. White. Hester feels a prickle up her spine. She traces the patterns. A sense of impending doom pools in her stomach.
‘Cray. Look at flags.
‘Yeah?’ Cray pauses, gazing up in an arc. ‘Seem nice. I don’t think you should steal on the first date but I guess I could get you one.’
Hester slaps him on the arm.
‘Shush. Look at them.’
Cray sighs, hand on the door. ‘What about them?’
Hester tugs him back.
‘Purple, white, black.’
‘You’re getting really good with your colours Hest.’
‘No! The stripes. They’re pride flags. Ace pride. Cray, we’re totally fu-‘
At that moment the doors swing open.
‘GOOD MORNING!’
The siblings jump back as a man appears, a silhouette grinning at them in the doorway.
‘Lovely to meet you Prince and Princess of Elder Court. I hear we have much to discuss in relation to wedding bells!’
Hester’s throat goes dry.
‘Uh huh.’
‘Well don’t worry, I’m not fussy. A good connection is all I need. Someone who can bring the Kingdon of Rajiv to the next level. Oh don’t you both look lovely!’
Hester barely registers the compliment. She hasn’t read a single book. Doesn’t know a single fact. Her entire life has been spent in self-imposed confinement to a collapsing castle on the edge of a shrinking kingdom.
‘Come in, come in!’ Rajiv invites, sliding back into the room. Hester doesn’t follow. She feels a little light headed, dreams of servants and staff flickering into the abyss. Cray clears his throat.
‘Well,’ he says, rocking on his toes. ‘Guess I’ll be winning then. The only one with personality and all.’
Hester storms back to earth.  
‘Shut up!’ She cries, stabbing her heel into his foot. ‘I’m gonna wipe the floor with how platonic my charm is.’
Cray smirks. ‘May the best man win.’
And then he sweeps inside before Hester can punch him.
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mercheswan · 4 years
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ROYAL ANNOUNCEMENT: HRH PRINCE MIECZYSLAW STILINSKI TO MARRY THE HON. THEODORE RAEKEN.
All the papers in the Kingdom of Beacon woke up with the news. The citizens were surprised as they didn’t know that their prince was dating anyone.
Prince Mieczyslaw is the first and only child of King Noah Stilinski and the late Queen Claudia Stilinski.
The young Prince, 27 years old, is the Kingdom’s golden boy. Mieczyslaw, who preferred to be referred as ‘Stiles’ grew up under the spotlight, which was something to be expected as he was born into royalty.
Everyone loved him as he was a fun and intelligent boy. He was close to his people, he actively participated with different organisations and causes.
He was also a fervent defender of the LGTB community having come out as bisexual in his late teen days.
His love life has always been of national interest. Paparazzi have followed the Prince since he was in his crib. His different love affairs have always gained extra attention as Stiles was the only heir to the throne and he didn’t have any direct family to continue the bloodline.
Everyone thought that the union of the Prince and Lady Malia Hale daughter of his Grace Duke Peter Hale, was the better option for the Kingdom as the House of Hale was the next in line to get to the throne in case the Stilinski family perished. But their relationship did not last long.
After that came Miss Lydia Martin who Stiles met on College. She had no royal blood but she was elegant and charismatic. People saw her as their future Queen. But the engagement announcement never came.
Years have passed and even though some rumoured affairs were shown on the news, none one of them indicated a relationship with Lord Raeken.
People knew very little about the second son of the Earl of Dreadhills. Lady Tara Raeken died in her childhood due to a heart illness, and the Raeken family moved to the States. Before the departure Prince Mieczyslaw and Lord Raeken attended the same school, they competed in the same team sports and usually hang out in the same circle, but people didn’t know they have maintained contact.
Obviously when the news of the engagement broke, the pair where stalked by reporters 24/7. Theo had to resign of his job at Beacon Memorial Central Hospital where he worked as a surgeon, and Stiles tried to evade the press all he could.
The story of their relationship was a guarded secret that may never come out to the light.
Royal Engagement means Royal Wedding and the people of Beacon were excited to witness the event. Being Stiles the future king the ceremony was to be televised.
The day of the wedding all the Kingdon was ready. The main road was all decorated and full of people cheering for the Prince. The ceremony was to take place in Beacon’s Grand Cathedral.
Theo came first and when he descended his car he heard the cheers and screams from all the people gathered at the Cathedral’s entrance.
Theo wore a black military classic uniform. He was a mess of nerves, he loved Stiles with all his heart but he was going to be the Counsort King someday. It was a lot to take.
Stiles and he reconnected when Theo came back home after getting his medical degree. His parents didn’t want to come back because they didn’t want to relive their daughter’s death, but Theo felt he had to return home. He left so much behind.
His tittle was still active so he didn’t have any trouble to integrate once again in the inner circle.
One night two years ago he attended a gala to help raise money for cancer investigation. Stiles attended too as a member of the Royal Family. They met and they connected once again and Theo was on cloud nine, because Stiles didn’t change. He was still the same unapologetic boy he met in his childhood. And he was more beautiful than ever. Theo decided that Stiles was going to be his and he didn’t stop until he got a date with the Prince.
And after that date came another, and another and Theo spent the night in the Castle where the royal family lived but people didn’t seem to notice, and a relationship started between the pair. Secret meetings, secret gateways... they did not need to hide their love, but they chose to because it was exciting and sexy. And they were very elusive because no one found out until they decided to come clean.
Stiles was also nervous on his wedding day. He knew Theo was the one, he was not the best option when it came to procure an heir, but his father had been supportive and science could help them with that little problem when he and Theo decided to extend the family.
Stiles arrived to the Cathedral and he knew that at the altar was his other half, his counsort, his soulmate.
His people cheered when their Prince appeared. Stiles was wearing a marching military styled uniform but in color red, Beacon’s Royal Color.
When he walked to the altar with his father beside him he could see his friends smiling to him. The Hale family, Malia, Cora, Derek, Peter... he was close to all of them. He could also see his group of friends, Scott, Liam, Lydia, Lady Yukimura, hell he was even happy to see Lord Whitemore.
The ceremony was traditional and emotional. Stiles kissed Theo and they were pronounced Husband and Husband.
Leaving the Cathedral Stiles and Theo remembered lots of flashes of the cameras, and thunderous screams.
They hop on the car and there was a parade rounding the castle where the newly wedded couple saluted the people.
The reception was at the Castle. Closed to the press. Some guests though leaked photos and videos of the after party that shown Theo and Stiles dancing close, singing and having a great time with their friends.
The wedding day was a total success.
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“Who do you think leaked the photos to the press?” Theo asked looking at his phone.
Stiles grunted next to him. They where in bed, 4pm, but it was the day after his wedding so he was not expecting the castle’s staff to bother him today.
The party was wild, novelty kids know how to party. And after that Stiles really wanted to consummate the marriage if you know what I mean. So he was exhausted.
“Probably Lord Holloway, he has always been the envidious type, but we had to invite him.” Stiles responded cuddling his newly (and very naked) husband.
Theo huffed a laugh. He left the phone on the side and kissed his husband.
“You know what my most important job is now that we are married right?” Theo asked with a smirk on his face.
“Taking care of me and the kingdom? Helping me reign a country?” Stiles answered.
“Yes yes, of course, but after the wedding people are going to wait for a baby. You know how much people love babies Stiles” Theo said with an innocent face.
Stiles grunted.
“Don’t you wanna try and go for that baby... you know for the sake of the country” Theo said looking seductively at his spouse.
Stiles smirked at his husband too, having realised his other half’s intentions. They are really gonna have to learn to keep their hands to themselves in public now.
“As the future king, everything for the sake of my land” Stiles responded as Theo proceded to devour his mouth.
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Stiles and Theo had a happy marriage and when King Noah resigned from the throne, both Stiles and Theo were prepared for the responsibilities it carried.
Six years after the wedding the newspapers announced the birth of HRH Prince Thomas Stilinski, heir of the Stilinski bloodline and the throne. And two years after that they announced the births of HRHs twin Princess Claudia and Tara Stilinski (Raeken’s Bloodline).
God bless the Kings.
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Moonstone
•Chapter 8•
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(Summary: Richie and the Losers share an emotional goodbye)
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“Did you even start packing yet?” Stan asked, tossing open the empty suitcase that sat on Richie’s floor.
“Oh shit-” Richie gasped “I knew I forgot something”.
Stan’s eyebrows shot up, “Richie you leave in four hours! Holy shit- alright, um, you pack your toiletries I’m gonna get your clothes okay? And you are not going to The Dragon Lands wearing that” Stan rapidly began explaining. He watched as Richie remained seated on his bed in his Van Halen T-shirt. “Well come on!” Stan exclaimed, that got Richie up and on his feet, he scurried off to the bathroom to go retrieve his things.
Stan opened the closet, his eyes scanned the contents before him as he began creating possible outfit ideas in his head. He ended up choosing a dark blue crewneck and some black pants, plain, but he knew Richie would find a way to spice it up. He carefully laid the clothes down on his brother’s bed just in time because Richie had just re entered the room.
“Okay I’ve got them” Richie waved his little toiletries bag in the air as proof.
“Well don’t just stand around, start packing your clothes” Stan waved his hands as if that’d get Richie to move any faster.
Richie quickly straightened up and gave Stan an army like salute. He began walking towards his dresser but before he kneeled down he turned his head to shoot stan a small smile, “Thanks Stanley…”.
His soft and sinier voice warmed the brother’s heart, “Don’t mention it Richie”.
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Nobody told Richie that the hardest word to say would be Goodbye, because all of a sudden, when the dragon stood before all of his closest friends, that was the last word he could imagine saying.
“We’ll leave in 20, so you have some time to say goodbye to your friends” Andria had told her son before she gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
Richie was in the main entrance of the Uris’ house, just before the main door. He knew exactly what stood behind this door but that didn’t make it any less scary. Deep down all he wanted to do was retreat to his room but he knew his time was running out, so he had to make it count. He sighed, reached down and turned the doorknob, opening the door that would lead to the beginning of the end.
“Ah there he is, the Prince!” Mike called out the moment Richie stepped outside.
The dragon automatically blushed, his markings softly glowed purple with embarrassment, but also anxiety. He waved towards Mike with a hand that lightly shook, “Guy, guys, please… Today I’m a Loser, and nothing else. That’s all I wanna be” his tone told the others more than enough to get them to knock it off.
“Ey there he is, Trashmouth” Beverly hollered, stepping up beside him and wrapping her arm around his neck. She pulled him down and gave him a noogie. That was exactly what he needed to snap back into reality.
He laughed, pushing her away and brushing out his hair. When he looked back up at her, Richie Tozier saw something he never thought he’d see before. Her eyes were glossed over, slowly filling with tears. Her voice lightly shook as she spoke “I’m gonna miss you…” Trashmouth, “Richie”.
That struck a heart string. His stance fell, his heart pulsed a little harder inside of his chest as he reached out to wrap his arms around her. His arms went around her shoulders and Bev wrapped hers around Richie’s waist. She squeezed him, holding him tight as if he’d somehow slip from between her fingers.
“I’m gonna miss you too Bev” He whispered into her red fiery hair. When he slowly pulled away, his teary eyes met hers. “Don’t ever let anyone extinguish your flame” He put a hand on her shoulder.
She nodded, it was hard and small, as if she were to move any more, then she’d break.
Richie gave her a nod in return before he stepped to the side, now face to face with Ben. “Haystack” Richie breathed.
Ben had already shed a tear and when Richie stepped in front of him, he immediately stepped in to give him a hug. When he let go he looked at Ben and told him “Never stop being you, you’re so much more than anyone has ever realized. And uh-” Richie leaned in, “Treat her well” he nodded at bev, who had to look away. “And watch out for-” He nodded at Stan, “he may not know it but he needs a close friend sometimes”.
Ben whipped a tear from his cheek, “Yeah of course Richie, and uh- I love you man” his voice shook a little.
“Aw, whittle ol’ me? You really know how to make a girl blush Bennifer” Richie forced out a western accent which made Ben laugh. That made Richie smile, making them smile always did.
He turned towards Bill. “Ah, The Little Mermaid” Richie hummed.
“Oh god” Bill choked out a breath, forcing a smile. “I’m guh-guh-gonna miss you Trashmouth” Bill warmly smiled as he and Richie went in for a hug.
Richie’s hands shook as he let them go of their hug, “You’re the leader Big Bill, so you’ve gotta keep them in line, alright?” His voice became stern. It broke when he continued “And with me gone- crack a couple more jokes every now and then, will ya?”.
Bill smiled brightly, tilting his head down to hide his face as the dame broke, sending tears from his eyes. When he looked back up, his green eyes were tinted red, giving Richie a small nod “Will do” he whispered.
Next was- “Mikey!” he exclaimed, immediately going in for a hug, because at this moment he needed nothing more than a ‘Mike Hanlon Best Friend Of The Year Award Winning Hug’, and that’s what he got. Mike wrapped him up in a hug that felt the same way hot chocolate does on a warm day, filling his body with the same feeling of serendipity that you get when you eat a cookie fresh from the oven.
“You’re such a good friend, a better friend than a trashmouth like me ever deserved” He admitted with tear filled eyes.
“Aw- Rich don’t say that” He could tell Mike was trying to hold back the tears as well.
“Ah, it’s okay… Just- do me a favor and watch over Billy boy alright?” Richie sniffled, “He needs a leader too, from time to time”.
Mike smiled a little bigger as if that would stop the tears that began to flow from his eyes. He rushed back in and got another hug from Richie.
Next was- Richie sharply inhaled, “Eds…” He didn’t even get to say anything else because a small elf had already latched himself onto his chest, his arms wrapped around Richie in a bone crushing hug. For a moment he wondered if he’d have to bring Eddie with him since he didn’t plan on letting go. When Eddie finally leaned back it was only to get on his tippy toes and kiss richie with the heat of a thousand suns. It was filled with the same love a wife shares with her pirate lover who was about to go to sea, with no guarantee that he’d return.
“I love you so much Richie” Eddie whispered against the dragon’s lips.
“I love you too Eds” Richie exhaled, “more than you’ll ever know”.
Richie hugged Eddie again. This one didn’t last as long, he pulled away since there was one last person he had to say goodbye to- “Stan”.
Richie’s eyes fell upon his brother. Stan’s eyes were red, puffy, and filled with tears. Richie could never say he’s seen Stan cry like this. And that was what broke him. The tears began to fall from Richie’s eyes, rolling down his cheeks like hot lava.
“Richie” Stan choked on his own words. He held up a hand, as if that would stop the sobs that threatened to spill from between his parted lips.
Richie took a quick step towards Stanley and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around the witch’s waist and lifted him up off of the ground. When he put his brother back down he held his hand up to go into Stan’s messy golden curls. He slowly pushed his head down so their foreheads would touch.
“You're the best brother I could’ve asked for” Richie sobbed, tears dripping down his face and onto the pavement below.
“I’m gonna miss you Richie” Stan whispered.
“I love you brother” Richie lifted his head up and saw Stan’s lip as it trembled.
Stan went in for another hug, that’s when he whispered “I love you too” to Richie and only Richie.
Richie pulled away and gave Stan a small pat on the shoulder. “Don’t overwork yourself alright Stanny?” Richie advised.
“Well don’t fuck up a kingdon Rich” Stan shot back with tear filled eyes.
“I’ll try” he replied with a wobbly smirk.
Finally, Richie took a step back, when he looked, there stood before him, The Losers. Behind him, on the road was a packed car that both Donald and Andria now sat in as they waited for their son. Richie knew his time was up.
“Bring it in Losers” He held his arms open. They didn’t need another invitation, they all made their way in with open arms as they enveloped Richie in a big group hug. Everyone had a hand on Richie whether it was his back, arm, or chest, they were all with him for one moment. It was filled with so much raw love and passion.
Sadly the moment came for them to let to. Richie looked up at them as they all stayed generally close to him, and well, if he was gonna leave he was gonna do it with a bang.
So with rapid speed he went in. He kissed Beverly’s nose, Ben’s forehead, Mike’s cheek, Bill’s forehead, then Stan’s forehead. Finally he gave Eddie one last love filled kiss with as much passion and tongue that he could muster.
They all stared at him with shock and amusement, “I love you guys so fucking much. And I will be back, don’t you ever forget that”.
They all yelled and shouted their goodbyes and various other things as the car slowly drove down the road. Leaving the six teens in the middle of the road in front of the Uris’ house.
Richie said he would be gone a week or two. But something deep inside of each and every one of them told them that things wouldn’t work out as they had planned. He knew well enough, they all did.
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“He’s here” An older Wentworth told his wife, who was currently waiting anxiously by the window that overlooked their kingdom.
She immediately perked up, her eyes wide with shock and anticipation, “Really?” Maggie asked nervously. She aimlessly fiddled with the ring on her finger . “How can you be sure?”
The king went around and stood behind his wife, he slid his arms around her back and gently held her waist. He leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder. He whispered “Because the guards just saw the Uris’ car pull in”. Went felt Maggie tense in his arms.
She quickly turned, now face to face with her husband, eye filled with tears, “our boy is coming home” she whispered.
Went gave her a warm smile as he finally gave in and allowed the tears to come, “Finally”.
The two went in for a hug, holding each other tight.
A new voice cut through their tender moment, “Pardon” he caught their attention, the guard’s face filled with worry, “Sorry to interrupt you two but, he’s here”
Maggie slid from her husband’s grasp, taking his hand and pulling him as she followed behind the guard. They followed him down into the big entryway of the castle. The guard stopped before the massive staircase, allowing the King and Queen to proceed on their own.
Tha main entrance had large quartz pillars and a beautifully marbled floor. Sun shined in from the crystallized windows which created pretty rainbow patterns on the floor. In the middle of the farthest wall were two big double doors, the main entrance to the castle.
The doors towered over a small group of 3. The two made their way down the stairs and they quickly realized that the group consisted of Andria and Donald Uris. They stood on either side of a teenage boy, their son.
The Uris’ noticed the King and Queen pretty early on, but they still listened to their son as he talked about how nervous he was. When the Tozier’s reached the final step, Donald nudged his son, grabbing Richie’s attention and directing it to the royalty that stood before them.
There was maybe about 20 feet that separated them. The moment Richie turned towards them, Maggie stopped. She froze where she stood with Went by her side, her arm had been linked with her husband’s. But for a while she just stayed still, taking in the boy- the man that stood before her.
He has changed so much. Okay of course he’s changed it’s been over a decade but aw, look at him! His black curls, ah! He has my curls. His eyes are just like Went’s though, soft but I know the look they’d give when he gets mad. It’s him- it’s-
“Richie?” Her voice was just above a whisper. It was filled with shock and disbelief, because deep down she never thought she’d see him again. Yet here he is.
The sound of his own name caught his attention. The young dragon recognized that voice, it had been so long, but he still knew it as the voice of his- “Mom?” his voice broke as his posture sagged just like something had been lifted off his shoulders.
“Oh Richie” Maggie whispered, her arm slipping from her husband’s so she could rush forward towards her son.
Richie took a step away from the Uris’ and ran towards Maggie. Her arms wrapped around him the moment he got close enough. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders with one hand holding his head. She held him tightly as if if she were to let go he’d slip through her fingers, again.
They were both in tears. Richie could feel his chest heavy with every breath he took, eyes hot with burning tears. His head was tightly tucked into the crook of Maggie’s neck, the shoulder of her fancy shirt she had been wearing was now dampened with Richie’s tears.
Maggie was the first to pull away, only because she had to see her son’s face up close. She moved her hands down to cup his face, “My boy” she kissed his forehead.
There was so much more she wanted to say, how every day she has hated herself because she couldn’t be what he needed. She couldn’t protect him, she couldn’t stop The Cresent, hell I fucking sent him away the moment he began showing those goddman powers-
“Son” Went’s voice was soft, unlike his usual stern voice he normally used as a king.
Richie looked at Maggie, he gave her a small nod with a warm smile and teary eyes.
Maggie took the hint and took a step back from Richie, her smile wobbled as she wiped a tear from her cheek.
Richie turned around and gave his dad a small once over before he opened his arms up just as Went leaned in and enveloped his son in a Hug. The two slowly leaned away at the same time. Went’s eyes mirrored Richie’s, tear filled.
“Look at you” He cracked a small smile.
Richie’s cheeks burned, a chill went through his body when he felt another hand on his back. Maggie came up beside Went. The king wrapped an arm around his Queen.
“We…” Maggie started but she couldn’t continue.
Good thing Went knew his wife and swooped in “We know we weren’t there for you for, a long time-“.
“But we’re here now” Maggie cut in, the tremble gone from her voice, replaced by a steady, proud voice. “And we want to be here for you from now on” she declared.
Richie’s eyes started to tear up again, “I-I’d love that” he nodded quickly.
They all leaned in and hugged. It was filled with the love of a family finally back together. Richie felt so happy, and complete.
When they leaned away, Went turned towards the nearest guard “Gather the Council, tomorrow we celebrate, the Prince is back” he declared.
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And the first arc is done! Hopefully, y'all have enjoyed everything up until now. Get ready cause the story is about to take a bit of a turn as we enter the second arc!
I don't have too much to say today so uh- Stay safe, hugs not drugs, and hydrate or diedrate!
Until next time
So Long and Goodnight
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“Wings.” She only could think about this: wings.  Since Loki went away, the plan is can wigs same way and the rest... Well, she’ll do something after getting new wings.  Maleficent didn’t know how it would be possible can’t fell like she can’t it.  Stefan was her childhood love, Stefan was Maleficent’s first kiss of Maleficent, the kiss that he’d promissed to be “a true love kiss”. It was her birthday present when she turned 16.  How could he hug her and steal her wings in the same nigth?  No, she’d never be hurt this way again.  “Wings, wings...” Walking and looking around, Maleficent searthed for something to use as wings.  And that's how she met him.  In the middle of the field, Maleficent saw a crow, a beautiful crow. This crow had fallen on trap, and she didn’t like what she was seeing.  A drunk man and his dog were making the biggest racket around the crow struggling under the heavy net.  The scarecrow that was there was horrible.  “It’s enough.” She decided.  - Turn human. - Maleficent, hidden among the tall dry grass, whispered making her golden swirls of magic coming out of her hand.  In the next moment, the crow turned human and the drunk man and his dog stopped making noise.  She laughed, observing the situation. “Wait, wait, wait... What is... What... Where are my feathers? What is this, skin? Wow! Why do I have hands?” - He was very confused. The man, who had been harassing him fled in terror of what he had just seen.  So Maleficent walked up to him.  He became a bealtiful man, he’s completely different from Stefan and Loki and she decided to take a risk.  He looked at her curious and scared; he was looking for something in her- anything - that could to harm him.  - What did you do with my beautiful body? - He looked suspicious. - Looks like you would rather die. - She replied arching her eyebrow. He looked for his wings.   - Maybe I would. - Stop complaining. I saved your life. - Sorry.  (Can you belive that? He could have died and was complaining.) - What name should I call you? - She wanted to know. - Diaval. And because you have saved my life, I will be your servant.  - He revered her, bending forward. - Whatever you wish.  - Wings. - What? - I need you to be my wings. - Maleficent slowly repeated. A few minutes passed and they semained there - she could’t stop admiring him and his surprisingly beaultiful body.  - Excuse me, but can I have clothes? - Diaval asked putting his hands on his... Body, staring at her with a slightly mischievous smirk in his face. - Of co-course... Certainly.  “Wings, Maleficent. He’s just your wings. Everyone that has one of these you can’t trust.” Maleficent got wings and eyes to see beyond, to see what one could only see flying, and know what happens in the castle, in the human’s kingdon. Diaval really looked different to her. She made Diaval remained close to her all the time. As the days passed, she started to make him bring her news about the kingdom of humans and what else she wanted. But one thing was happening and they didn't realize it.  @b
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This week we’re doing some vacation daydreaming, a little binge watching, and taking in all the art Charlottesville has to offer. 
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This time of year we start thinking about and planning our vacations for the year. To that end, we asked travel expert Julie Arbelaez, owner of Peace Frogs Travel / Outfitters, what she has planned so far. “In late January, my husband and I are headed for a three-night getaway to celebrate our anniversary at the luxe resort Chablé Maroma in Mexico,” Julie reports. “Then in late February, I’m planning a weekend trip to NYC to catch To Kill a Mockingbird and hopefully see the newly reopened MoMA. I’m still debating a family vacation. Last year we spent two weeks in Colombia, including Nuqui, Guatape and Medellin.” 📷: Chablé Maroma 
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“I have been coveting the Veja sneakers I’ve been spying on friends Instagram posts. They’ve the perfect weekend wear, but also hip enough for every day. I finally headed over to Quattro Tizi to buy myself a pair. Right now they have womens styles on sale. They will for sure get broken in on my upcoming trip to Costa Rica.” – Sarah Dawson
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The IX Art Park just opened a wonderful immersive art space, The Looking Glass. It’s a 3,000-square-foot whimsical wonderful, designed to spark visitors’ imaginations and childlike sense of wonder. Fourteen artists work is displayed across various diverse mediums and styles. Visitors can relax in a hammock under a jungle canopy, travel through a 50-foot caterpillar, propelled by a resounding heartbeat, influence large digital projections with their presence, play music on golden goddesses, and get to know a friendly family of gnomes. When we visited we truly left all our cares at the door and entered an interactive alternate universe. The exhibit is perfect for all ages. Visit HERE to learn more and to purchase your advance tickets.”  
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Have you watched The Morning Show on Apple TV+ yet? We were a little late to the party, but it’s well worth the time spent. Jennifer Aniston and Reese Witherspoon give award-worthy, timely performances, as well as star turns by Billy Crudup and Steve Carell. As a matter of fact, Aniston just won a SAG Award for best performance by an actress in a drama series. And can we talk about her stunning John Galliano designed Christian Dior dress? We dare you not to hole away and watch all 10 episodes in one fell swoop. Thankfully, season two has been announced. Already we can’t wait. 
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“On Megan Kingdon’s advice, my whole family has started taking Gaia Herbs Adrenal Health Daily Support. It’s a great adaptogen combo that is especially targeted for those that are stressed or overworked (who of us can’t attest to that?) to help sustain healthy energy and stress levels. Megan advised that instead of swallowing whole you bite into the capsule and let it release into your saliva for better absorption.” – Christy Ford 
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From January to May Aboriginal Art takes over Cville. There will be eight exhibits of indigenous Australian art on view, four at Kluge-Rhue and four at other venues throughout the city — The Fralin, The Rotunda, Second Street Gallery, and New City Arts. This is a rare opportunity to experience this unique art in so many interesting locales. Also, don’t miss the opportunities to meet the artists.
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@everafterhigh 💎 Dancing Princesses - Moscrown Dancers The New Characters are: Cordelia Poupee, Daughter of Coppelia. / Smeggan "Smeg" Snow, Son of the Snow Maiden. / Alek Saltan, Son of the Moscrown Czar. "The children of the Twelve Dancing Princesses reunite in the dazzling Annual Dancer Family Reunion for a experience of three balls nights at the Golden Paradise, where they always danced all night in secret. And this still, It's only for the family and a few guests selected by the Dancer Queen, but some Ever After High students sneak in and they gonna have to learn how precious this Holiday is. Dancing Princesses" It's finally here, an Ever After High "comeback", kinda, I always wanted to do a big zazz moment when I returned to do EAH, and also I fell like a 12 Dancing Princesses Special would be everything for the show. These are not members of the family, they are coming soon, first some "ballet" focused characters for the standart lines. These belong to @theprincessswan ! They are from the tales Swan made focused on Princess' Exchanted Vacation, and I love how they were all dance focused characters, and since they were never "released", I decided to introduce them in "Dancing Princesses" as "New Characters" - Just fashion doll details lol. Cordelia is a popular wooden ballerina, and she's on the look of talents around the kingdons for the friends "Moscrown Talent Program". Smeg and Alek are a sweet couple, and Future Royalty of Moscrown, they have so much fun together when they dance and travels, Smeg brings the joy and Alek the hapiness in their searxh for new talents. 🎷 #TwelveDancingPrincesses #12DancingPrincesses #EverAfterHigh #EverAfterHighOC #OC #OriginalCharacter #EAH #EverAfterRoyal #WverAfterRebel #Fairytale #Princesses #Dolls #FashionDolls #CollectorDolls #Fashion #Illustration #Ilustração #Art #byguiz (em Golden Paradise) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIwUGfuD5DM/?igshid=1gtz6ujvrgkqk
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