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eremorte · 2 months

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thronecoming heritage hall gifts (rewritten)

The Thronecoming heritage hall gifts bug me. Most of them don’t feel like a parent has gifted them. They are so uninspired for the biggest moment in their child’s life.

I’ve listed my replacements below. I’m hoping for the gifts to have a, if had-to-do-it-again-here’s-what-I’d-want vibe.

blondie lockes

OG gift: running shoes

rewritten gift: a new piece of tech that helps her with her mirror cast. A shiny new microphone or even just a cute news reporter accessory that acknowledges her unintended break from destiny (or rather extremely developed hobby/career because her story can be over in like 30 minutes) it also gives off the initial impression that blondie’s story is “just right” the way it is until.. boom! There’s a note.

That mentions that as Goldilocks has reflected on her role and how she regrets hurting the bears the ways she has* and with an extra perceptive daughter like blondie she is sure to find a worthy story (within bounds) that won’t cause baby bear to develop a complex. *insert long list of things here that blondie could comment on in her stead because the story book of legends didn’t write every worthwhile critique of the bear house and the bears despite “forgiving” her won’t let her talk to them about this* and a small comment of how she is super proud about blondie that hopefully eases some of her attention seeking behavior so she’s less of a brat later on.

cerise hood:

OG Gift: picnic basket with an electronic mirror lock.

revised gift: honestly I have no comment. This is a great gift. My only question is how recently the presents are placed in the hall seeing as how that basket spit up a whole bird leg. Maybe it has a special note of the picnic menu they have in celebration once the whole shebang is done.

o hair twins:

OG gift floating hair brushes

rewritten gift given how Rapunzel’s story is that she was locked away her whole life because her bio mom ate a magical plant while pregnant that the witch wasn’t sure of the side effects of and had to lock her away because damn sure bio parents couldn’t do anything if the witch was second guessing herself. What I think should be there are odd bits an bobs function like an Easter egg hunt of a map and post fairytale notes one what they are that Rapunzel is certain her girls can figure out because they have her plant powers (though probably diluted hence the helpful notes incase they have to solve things like their adoptive grandma ).

briar beauty

NOW FOR THE GIRL WHO INSPIRED THIS POST. Her gift makes me so angry. It is the most nothing gift of the whole bunch. You mean to tell me that a hundred year sleep doesn’t come with any regrets at all? Not one thing?

OG gift A neck pillow.

revised gift: A SCRAPBOOK. The first few pages could be filled with pictures of her family. Bonus points if they’re are people Briar wouldn’t have gotten the chance to meet but knows who they are by virtue of her mom. It hits home exactly how big her sacrifice is. Also all the storybook imagery? The intro? Imagine if there was a dark time line where we were being told everything that happen through briar who missed all of it and is trying to piece back something familiar?

either way, mental breakdown and existential crisis guaranteed.

also bonus. It’s totally merchandisable. Half the book mercy was essentially scrapbooks/concept art anyhow.

Cedar wood: revealer rays

it’s a good gift but something she wouldn’t be able to use in her story at all. They are not subtle and most everyone who knows about Cedar knows that Pinocchio didn’t mess up her eyes to the point she’d feasibly need glasses. Revised gift: letters from the blue fairy (well wishes, maybe an helpful hint or two) Gepetto and Pinocchio (things to to try (and not repeat) once she’s no longer wooden and how to lie effectively) I can’t think of a physical possession for Cedar to have. But I feel she’d appreciate these. Maybe a special cricket/donkey whistle?

duchess swan:

no gift shown but what I have in mind is a mix of briar and blondie’s gift.

a collection of letters (written on leaves and paper or something) from both her mom and her bio dad detailing the bitter sweet love in the tragedy to reassure duchess it’s not all bad. And a special pair of dancing shoes for her last night as a human. I imagine this gift would only make duchess mad.

Madeline hatter:

no gift shown and honestly idk what the mad hatter gives his daughter it’s probably perfect. An old hat that looks very normal actually? A crazy new teapot? Who knows?

raven queen:

og gift wand wishing well coin

honestly I want to know the logic behind the wand. Is it a back up battery in case apple thwarts raven through zapping away her powers somehow?

I have multiple suggestions

Something that contains directions to the true SBOL

recipe for the poison apple

something that originally belonged to someone in the Snow White family that she is proud enough to share with her daughter (raven would probably give it back).

*blondie branches out mentions how Goldilocks promised to be a better person.

#ever after high #eah #blondie lockes #briar beauty #cedar wood #cerise hood #duchess swan #holly o'hair #madeline hatter #poppy o'hair #raven queen #thronecoming #eah headcanons #eah parents

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coqxettee · 29 days

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How to romanticise Spring:

Some ideas and things you can do to romanticise the Spring season 🫧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️.

Spring Wardrobe - Spring is the perfect time to start integrating new pieces into your wardrobe. Long flowing dresses, maxi skirts, pretty blouses, milkmaid dresses/shirts, rompers, dungarees, mini skirts, cami’s and so much more. Make sure to add a pair of new Spring pumps (Mary janes are perfect) and some pretty floral hair bandanna’s and flower crowns in there too. Pastel pinks, yellows, blues, greens and white fit perfect for this time of year, along with patterns and materials like floral print and lace 🩰

Change your eating habits. Put away the comfort food from winter and indulge in the delicious delicacy’s of Spring. Fresh fruit and vegetables can make endless recipes for Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner, sweet things like Oatmeal, Honey, gelato and any particularly sweet fruits are perfect for this time of year 🍒🥗🍵

Consume Spring media 💐 The media you consume affects your mood, consuming uplifting Spring content will not only make you feel happier in yourself, but will also make you look forward to and romanticise the season more. I have a list of Movies, TV shows & books you can consume in Spring that I will be uploading shortly ☀️

Read Spring books. There are SO many out there, classics are perfect for this time of year but any whimsical, forest-core, fantasy story’s like “The Hobbit” or “The legend of King Arthur” are perfect too 📖

Listen to classical music, movie soundtracks and pretty instrumentals whenever you are doing any of the following activities (I find it helps romanticising a lot! 🎶🌷)

Have a picnic outside - Bring a wicker picnic basket, beautiful picnic blanket, fancy plates and cutlery and have a picnic fit for a countryside princess outside, either at the park or in a field. Wear a big sun hat to keep shaded from the sun and be sure to bring the essentials (Princess picnic food can include miniature sandwiches, scones, cookies, cakes & cupcakes, fruits like strawberries, cherries and apples, any snacks you can think of, lemonade and sweet iced tea) 🌷

Host a Tea Party (either indoors or outside) Set a table with all your finest dinnerware pieces, wear a floaty dress and white gloves, and use your most precious Teapot to pour fruity and sweet flavoured teas into any delicate teacups you can find. You can even make this Bridgerton inspired and have a high-tea esque party. With cookies and strawberry shortcake, cupcakes and miniature sandwiches. Make sure to set the table with a pretty tablecloth, fresh flowers and napkins/fine cutlery for yourself or your guests. Play some classical music and enjoy 🫖

Go berry/fruit picking. This time of year is perfect for Strawberry, Cherry’s & fruit picking in general. Wear a big straw hat, a long dress and don’t forget to bring your basket with you to collect the fruit in 🍓

Visit a flower field 🌸 💐 this time of year, flowers are in full bloom. Wear the most beautiful dress and a flower crown, so you are ready to twirl in the flower fields to your hearts content 🌷

Bake new Spring recipes. There are SO many Spring/Easter baking ideas on Pinterest. Have a look at any and compile a list of Bakes you want to try this Spring season 🍰

Cook new Spring recipes, you can even incorporate any new foods you have tried into the recipes and be sure to write them down in your recipe book 🥧

Make flower crowns! You can use fresh flowers or fake flowers, some wire or plain headbands. Get creative with them, use flowers, gems, lace, ribbon (this is a lovely activity to do with friends outside) 🌸

Press flowers (Such a Spring fairy activity!) any wild flowers you find (preferably dying or damaged) take them home and press them in a heavy book

Go on Forest Fairy walks. Explore your local forests, parks, meadows in the most vibrant green and pink dresses, wear flower crowns and just be one with nature, listen to fairytale music and take in the wildlife and nature around you 🧚‍♀️

Decorate your bedroom/space for Spring. This can be as simple as changing the bedding or by going all out and re-decorating your room completely. Fresh flowers, fake plants, cottage-core illustrations of animals look lovely too 🌷

Celebrate Easter like a Spring princess (really get into it this year) enjoy a beautiful Spring breakfast, paint eggs, eat chocolate, do some Easter bakes in the kitchen, make Easter Sunday a special day for you 🐣

Journal/Sketch/Paint - Painting outside is one of my favourite things to do, and you could even set up your easel/painting supplies in a garden or local field and paint the scenery 💐 Journalling all about your pretty Spring days can be uplifting and I find that sketching illustrations of Flowers, woodland animals and just Nature in general makes me feel so at ease any time I do so 🦢

Visit historical places like castles, botanical gardens and garden centres. These places are always abloom in Spring. Most of these places offer café’s and afternoon tea’s too! 🌸

Visit a cute Café for afternoon tea 🫖 (Make sure to wear a pretty outfit!)

Go frolicking in meadows. Roll down hills and twirl in flower fields 🌼

Feed birds and take time out to Spend time with nature and wildlife 🐰

I hope this helped and gave you some ideas, made you feel happy or comforted whilst reading and most importantly, inspired you to live life to the fullest and most beautiful it can be this Springtime 💐📖🎀 All my love ~ Kellen

#coquette #coquette aesthetic #lana del rey #baby pink #girly aesthetic #girly pink #girly #girly girl #girly kei #girly stuff #spring aesthetic #spring girl #springtime #spring #easter

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howlingday · 2 months

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What if Jaune was a Xiao-Long? Does he either inherit Tai’s puns but are actually good, or Summer’s obsession with weapons, specifically swords.

Well, let's talk about the changes that would come with Jaune being born a Xiao Long. I'm assuming that he's Raven and Tai's son and Yang's twin brother, since him being Ruby's twin would potentially give him silver eyes and take away Ruby's role as the innocent and pure soul that she is, since she'd have to share the big hero spotlight.

As a Xiao-Long Branwen, Jaune's eyes would be red, blue, or purple, which is a choice of colors I love. Like, Yang isn't red like her mothers or blue like her fathers, but a lovely mix of purple to show she is both her mother's and her father's child. So Jaune also being born with these would be nice, though him having either Tai's or Raven's colored eyes would be a nice contrast to Yang. Also, fourth option, just putting it on the table so it's there, Jaune being heterochromatic with red and blue eyes. But to be honest, that feels a little too OC for me. Honestly, I'm leaning to Tai eyes since it would give Raven more reason to not stick around.

Jaune would grow up with Yang and help raise Ruby, but I could see him acting more like a brother than a father with her. He plays video games and reads comic books with her, while Yang is acting more as a mother-figure, filling in the space Summer left. I can also see Jaune having a Luigi dynamic to Yang's Mario, with him being the more timid and cautious twin of the two. Like, I'm imagining the three leaving to look for Summer with Jaune making constant whines like "Yaaang, we should go back!"

Now, with Jaune's weapon, let's address the goliath in the room. Crocea Mors? Not a thing. There's no family heirloom for him to take from the wall to attend Beacon. Instead, since he'd attend Signal and Beacon with his sisters, he'd make his own weapons. What weapons? Ooh... That's... Oof... If you're familiar with my Ru-Ja-Gun-Con series, you know that there are A LOT of weapons Jaune could choose and be inspired by. I even hinted at one being a solid choice for me if I had my way, BUT that was Jaune in canon. This is an entirely different Jaune. However, since this Jaune is still, essentially, Jaune, I would still like to keep the Jaune Arc style, so I'll let him keep the sword and shield and say he was inspired by the fairy tale stories he would read to Ruby, and yes, it is the Rusted Knight. However, I'd also like to borrow from the Joan of Arc inspiration and give Jaune something from her arsenal. I'm thinking a sword and shield/sheath that can be turned into a crossbow! But wait, there's more! Since both Ruby and Yang use theirs for combat AND mobility, I'd like to suggest Jaune has a rappelling line/bolt that he can slide on. Neat, right? Now we just need a name... How about... Juniper Rose, named after his favorite character from his favorite fairy tale.

"But what about his semblance?!" The voice in my head cries, mimicking what I think is what you're asking. Well, since he is heading off to Signal and Beacon with his sisters, it would only make sense to have Jaune unlock his aura and his semblance, but instead of coming up with something wild like Juniper Rose, I'd suggest keeping Aura Amp as his semblance BUT obviously have it unlocked sooner. I'm imagining a scenario during training where Ruby or Yang got really hurt, so he rushes over to help them and uses his semblance to quickly heal them.

But yeah, there's my Jaune Xiao-Long for you.

#rwby #rwby au #jaune xiao-long #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #my answer #my thoughts

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yazthebansheek · 20 days

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day 6.draw one of the Crp clowns/jesters! + Headcanons! (Candy Pop)

He is 7’2

Loves eating candy.

Will have psychotic sugar rushes sometimes and then pass tf out.

Yk he has that man spread ass sit bro💀💀

Honestly really childish

Long ass tongue…

Ayo what can that tongue do 🤨😏

Def likes Jason in that way.

Bisexual…AND BIPOLAR!!!!

ADHD.

Likes to annoy, scare, and piss people off for fun.

Careless, reckless, ruthless and sadistic.

Masochist?

Prankster + jokester

Kind of narcissistic / over confident.

Kinda hard to offend/anger.

Doesn’t like people seeing him in his night terror form.

100% horny 80% of the time.

He doesn’t really care about gender. If he can fuck he will fuck.

Whore. absolute fucking slut. Cock slut. Loves pussy. Loves cock. Sluttiest thot in this motherfucking bitch. Cunty thotty slutty whore.💀💀💀💀💀 (I can’t take myself seriously bro)

Doesn’t wear make-up. That’s legit js his face.

Sharp ahh teeth like boy-

Waaaaayyyyy too over protective of his sister, Candy Cane.

One of the best bff’s you could ever have, Nathan is Lucky.

Ofc his bestie is Nathan, it’s literally Canon!!!!<3

Kinda gets jealous easily? Mostly when he doesn’t get attention or gets attention absolutely stolen from him.

Loves to be the center of attention

He uses black magic, dark magic, demonic magic, voodoo, witchcraft, whatever cursed/dark magic you can think of, he does it or has done it.

List of things he loves: #3. Jason. #2. His sister. #1. His hair!!!!

He loves his hair more than anything, a bitch even think about touching his hair he will backhand them so motherfucking hard they forget how to speak.

He doesn’t really like judge angels. Why? Because most things related to a fucking angel, he hates. He has never really met her though so….He just always judges a book by its cover honestly.

Him and LJ fight a lot, but they can get along together sometimes.

His father figure? Oh hell yeah, y’all know it’s Papa Grande. Fuck slenderman, ain’t nobody like that old bitch.

Upside down crosses everywhere. <3

He likes bright colors.

Jason will have this man in a corset sometimes like holy shit???!

He’s a mini fashionista and also Jason’s model/inspiration sometimes.

Coming in contact (touch) with some holy objects or angels will cause him 3rd degree burns😘🩷 and he just doesn’t really like holy water, but it won’t burn him.

Bibles and some holy shit makes him weaker, but in a more painful way. Which usually makes this man screech in pain<3333 I’m such a sadist 🥰😇

He doesn’t like angels or people in most religions

He likes to play dress up/other games with sally, sometimes LJ and Jason will join too!

Whenever playing Alice in wonderland with Sally, he’s the Cheshire Cat.

He’s a top obvi!!!

he can enter and exit through mirrors as he pleases.

He can teleport

He/They/it

Likes to hang around the pasta kids because they lure in unsuspecting worried adults (aka free prey for Candy ;))

Candy, Pop, Poppy, Night, Poppyseed, C.pop, whore, Hatsune Miku, Raspberry fairy demon, Hatsune Miku demon jester, fairy princess jester demon, Slut, bestie, clown, raspberry, creepy blue clown bitch, night terror, night terrors, cluster demon, the collector, emperor of the dark, dark emperor, the dark omen, demon from the abyss, abyss demon.

He can steal other people’s powers, supernatural strength and speed, he can jump high, adapt to his environment quickly, really good sharp senses, enhanced visuality, and can phase through walls (ghosting)

Manipulation, teleportation, dark architect, power gifting, mind control, mastermind, nightmare manipulation, shapeshifting, magic (mentioned b4), levitation, invisibility, soul absorption

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Best thing in the world (Pierre Gasly)

Pierre and Y/N join his family on their summer vacation and after all they're not that subtle about how much they love eachother

Note: english is not my first language. I felt like this one was a good one to write in little moments like this, so here goes. Also, there's some holiday!Pierre at My little shrimp if you haven't read it yet, I feel like it's within the same vibe as this one! Also, the last bit was inspired by a conversation I had with one of the kids I help take care of in the summer holidays (she made me feel even more single but at least it gave me some inspo)

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

The group had decided to spend the day on the beach, everyone heading to their bedrooms so they could pack what they needed and took the opportunity to go and grab one of the books you had brought with you so you could have some reading time in the sun. "Amour, are you ready?", Pierre called from the bathroom as your were adjusting the strap of your swimsuit, revealing your boyfriend in a t-shirt and swimming shorts, the tan he already had on his skin complimenting the colours just perfectly.

You picked up the dress you had placed down on the bed and put it on while you slipped your sandals on, "yes, all ready!", you smiled at him, grabbing the beach bag with your's and Pierre's belongings and heading down the stairs to wait for the rest of his family.

Placing your things down on the sunloungers, you got the towells ready and grabbed the sunscreen bottle so you could apply it on yourself and for Pierre too, alternating in doing eachothers back. You had been sat down with your book in hand for a good hour now, hearing the kids squeal every now and again while the rest of the family engaged in casual conversation, sometimes directing your eyes over to Pierre, who was playing with a football with his brothers, winking at him when he would notice your stare on him. And it had been good. You couldn't complain about your job too much, you were doing quite well in the position that you were in, but that didn't mean that it wasn't tiring still, and these family days really help you recharge your batteries. Feeling the sun on your eyes that was making you squint in an attempt to read, you marked the page you were on before digging for your sunglasses in your bag, muttering under your breath when you realised you must have forgotten them at the house, patting your head just to be sure it wasn't one of those times where you had put then there and were looking for them at the same. No, no luck this time. "Are you doing some sort of enchantment, Y/N?", you heard Pierre's brother Paul ask as he sat in the lounger next to your right side. "Well, some magic could be useful right now, I forgot my sunglasses in our room and maybe some transportation fairy dust would be useful right now", you slumped your shoulders before putting your hand in a way it would shield your eyes, looking at how your boyfriend was carefully dribbling the ball in the sand until he reached the sunloungers, looking handsome as ever. "Do you want me to get your sunglasses from the bag? Or are you just appreciating the view?", he asked non chalantly, enjoying the way you reacted to him as he watched the blush on your cheeks increasing, "I left my sunglasses back in the room so unless you have some summoning powers I'm afraid that's going to be impossible to find here", you explained as you watched him remove the ones he had on his face, "Well, just your luck that you happen to be dating someone who has a sponsorship with a sunglasses brand, here, you can take mine", he offered. Shaking your head no, "Mon coeur, you and I both know that your blue eyes can't deal with the sun on them like that, but thank you anyway, I'll just find a position where the sun doesn't go directly on my eyes", you said as you moved around, ending up with having to stretch your arms in front of your face so the book could cover the sunlight. Pierre was inspecting the sun umbrella and noticed a regulating pin, finding out that he could move the top part and adjust it to the side, making it his mission to find the ideal position for it so you would not need to tire your arms like that, "Oh, thank you handsome, like that is perfect", you said as you watched him lock the pin back in, puckering your lips so he could kiss your lips as a reward before he layed on the sunlounger to your left. "Hey Pierre, I also have some sun on my face", his brother joked, smiling at your interaction, "you can get up and do it just like I did, it's not hard", your boyfriend teased his brother back, earning a pretend huff, "Well, I wasn't going to give you a kiss anyway if that's whay you were thinking, brother".

The beautiful evening called for a change of routine, prompting you to head to a restaurant with traditional food that happened to have some free tables on the outside area, allowing you to catch the sunset over the sea, "look at the sky, Pierre, it's so beautiful", you mused, noticing the pretty colours. Pierre looked around him, all of the important people in his life gathered in one table, presented with this picture worthy sunset and his supporting girlfriend sat beside him, making him place a hand on your thigh that was covered by one of the linen dresses he loved so much on you, noticing how the sun had made your freckles stand out a bit more and how you hadn't bothered with too much make up, the scar on your cheek you had since you were little more noticeable too, "yes, absolutely gorgeous", he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

The food came quite quickly after you had placed the order, everyone digging in their own plates as they made plans for the next day's activities, "here, try this, it's really good", you arm nudged Pierre's so he could face you, your hand forming a shell under the fork so the food wouldn't fall as you took it from your plate to the driver's mouth, watching him taste it and waiting for his opinion, "Oh, it's really nice, so nice that I think I might steal a little bit more", he said grabbing your fork and getting a bit more food in it. "Auntie Y/N, can I get some too?", one of his nieces asked, seeing how the two of you were so excited about it, "Sure darling, here, careful because it might be hot still", you did the same with your hand as you had done with Pierre, helping the little girl into the small spoonful you had for her. "It is good", the little girl clapped her hands at the tastes in her mouth, making everyone giggle at the table.

You were enjoying the pool the house you had rented had, soaking up the sun as you laid on Pierre's chest, tracing random shapes on his chest while his hand travelled around your waist and tummy, just content to be in eachother's arms, when you heard his mother call for help in the kitchen, saying that there were two trays with drinks and glasses and that she couldn't carry them both. You tried to untangle from his embrace, ready to go and help Pascale when Pierre rolled you over, making your back fall flat against the soft mattress of the outside furniture, "you stay here and I'll go, and no arguing", he said immediately as he saw your mouth open, most likely to tell him that you'd go. Crossing your arms in defeat and accepting your fate, you watched as Pierre put on his shoes so he could help his mum, not before saying "Je t'aime, mon ange", and making his way inside. "He's always saying that like he thinks you'll forget it while he goes to grab water", his brother Philippe teased, "Well, I think it's cute", his wife says while you stood there, a blushing mess at your boyfriend's (very much appreciated by you) displays of affection.

After dinner, the group decided to take a walk were walking hand in hand back to your accommodation when a sudden breeze came by, promting goosebumps to appear on your skin and a slight hiss to leave your mouth, "I don't have anything to cover you, unless you want me to walk around shirtless", Pierre teased, bringing you in closer to his embrace in an attempt to warm you up, pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head, not knowing that his father, who walked a few steps behing, had watched the whole interaction with a smile on his face.

After the kids woke up from their naps, the first thing they wanted to do was run to their uncle Pierre so they could play together.

You were sitting outside with Pierre's mother and sisters in law having some chats, commenting you had seen recently and overall just spending some quality time together with the Gasly women when you heard squeals coming from inside, variations of Pierre's name being yelled by the kids, "Come play with us!", they asked as they emerged from the big window that led to rhe outside area. You saw Pierre holding the youngest, Leonard, on his hip as the other kids grabbed the hem of his shorts as they pulled him to the shallow bit of the pool so they could all play together. You watched on, seeing Pierre gently wet their heads so the sun wouldn't be as strong, helping them put their floaties on, splashing and pretending he was a shark and swimming near them, slowly tuning out the conversation happening at the table you were sat at and grabbing your phone so you could have a hard copy of this memory for later on, "they really are the cutest aren't they?", one of his sisters in law, Charlotte said, nodding to you so everyone could see how enamoured you were of Pierre playing with the kids, "they really are, and I know Pierre really missed them during the year, it's a shame we can't visit more often", you replied, thinking that they were talking about the uncle and nephew/niece relationship. Chuckling, she said "Well, I wasn't talking about them, although I appreciate the compliment. Think about how cute they are the next time I need you to babysit them and they want to destroy everything they can get their hands on", knowing how children could be, "Absolutely, look at them all giggly and cute, that's the best sound ever", you said as you heard your boyfriend's laughter mix in with the ones from the kids, not even taking the hint that you had been talking about different things.

Looking at her watch, Pascale called for the kids, mentioning that it would be a good time for them to come and eat something as well as have a drink, "They're growing up so fast, look at Leonard going, good job buddy!", your boyfriend's mother cheered her grandson on as he made his way over to the table while you went to help the other kids, handing them their towells and wrapping them so their body could dry and stay warm as they snacked on some food.

Charlottle smiled, "Seeing as things are, it won't be too long before there's a baby in our family again", she mused, looking at you and Pierre as you shared a kiss before he pulled you into the pool.

"Auntie Y/N, can you put us to bed tonight?", Pierre's oldest niece said when her mother announced that it was time for the kids to go to bed and give the adults some relaxation for the rest of the night. They really weren't joking when they said that holidays with children were a very different type of holidays, not necessarily bad but definitely different.

When her mother looked over to you, not wanting to impose anything and ready to tell her daughter that you would do it other day if you wanted it that way, you left Pierre's embrace, putting your hands on your thighs as you got up, "Sure darlings, let's go. Say night night to everyone", you said as they went around the room to distribute kisses and goodnight wishes before you pressed a kiss to Pierre's forehead, "I'll be back once these monsters are asleep".

You quietly opened the door to the room where the younger ones were already asleep, making sure that they remained okay, noticing how Leonard didn't have his dummy in his mouth anymore, indicating he was in a deep sleep. Moving to the bedroom where Pierre's older nice was sleeping, you helped the five year old into her llama patterned pyjamas, tucking her in the bed and sitting next to her, "Do you want me to read a story? I can read from the book your mummy brought", you said as your grabbed it from the nightstand, "No, I want you to tell me the story of how you and uncle Pierre fell in love", she asked and you smiled. "Well", you began, "I can tell you about the time I fell in love with him. When we started dating, there was this song uncle Pierre used to sing everytime it was on the radio, and he would hum it too if we were just hanging out, and one day on my way to university I heard it playing on the radio and my heart got all fluttery and my tummy did as well", you explained, "is that how you fell in love with him?", she asked, her looking at you like you held all the knowledge in the world, "yes. The song reminded me of him and at that moment I just wanted to go to him and tell him that everytime I heard that song it reminded me of him", you explained. "You know he loves you a lot, right?", she said, almost like she was telling you a secret, "Yes, I know. And I love him very much too", you said as you brushed the hair on her forehead, "I know, you show it a lot", she chirped, surprising you with her smart choice of words. "Really? How come?", you questioned, wanting to know where this was going, "Well, you always kiss him in the morning when we go down for breakfast, he holds your hand when we are out, oh, and you always share your things with him too, and that's very nice, and you're always smiling when you're looking at him. And you make him laugh, and uncle Pierre always has shiny eyes when he's with you", she mused and you were at a loss for words. How did she notice all of that? "I hope one day I'm going to have a boyfriend like him, and we're going to love eachother as much as you and uncle Pierre do", she stated, her eyes getting droppier as she snuggled further into her pillow, "I hope you do, little one, it's the best thing in the world".

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly × reader #pierre gasly fic #pierre gasly fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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uwmspeccoll · 1 year

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Staff Pick of the Week

My name is Elizabeth Voorhorst, and I am a new writing intern for Special Collections this semester. It is a pleasure to share this space, as I am excited to delve into the vast sea of books that Special Collections makes a home for.

I am an English major, with a focus on creative writing. Because of this, my time spent in Special Collections will be focused predominantly on fairy tales and folklore, perhaps dipping into mythology when curiosity and inspiration strikes hardest.

For this week, I wanted to focus on black creators and their works for Black History Month. Because my pride and passion is folklore and fairy tales, I thought it would be fun to take a look at what we have in our collection and share it with you!

Retellings are always enjoyable, as you get to see the way writers recreate and offer their own flare and heritage to the story. One such story is The Girl Who Spun Gold, a retelling of the German classic fairy tale Rumpelstiltskin. This retelling was written by Virginia Hamilton (1932-2002) and illustrated by Leo Dillon (1933-2012) and Diane Dillon (1933- ).The book was published 1n 2000 by Blue Sky Press, an imprint of Scholastic Inc.

The story is about a West Indian girl named Quashiba, whose mother lies to Big King that she is able to spin golden thread. The King takes Quashiba as his queen, expecting her to fill whole rooms with golden fabrics and finery, which of course she would be unable to do. However, she meets a creature who offers to help, but demands that in three days she must guess his name correctly or be bound to him forever.

Quashiba is now able to fulfill the King’s continuous demands, but is unable to guess the name of her helper, until the King reveals to her that he ran across a strange creature in the woods who was dancing and singing a song that included his name, Lit’mahn Bittyun. So, on the final night, after the room is filled with fabrics and wondrous goods, Quashiba plays dumb for the first two guesses, and on the last guess she gives him his full name and he explodes into a confetti of golden specks. The King repents his greed, but only after three years and a day does Quashiba reconcile with him.

The absolutely stunning illustrations for The Girl Who Spun Gold were made using a four-color process with gold as a fifth color. The Dillons comment on the painting process, stating:

Knowing the difficulty of painting with metallic paint as well as the difficulty of reproducing gold, we still chose to use it, for the story itself revolved around the concept of gold. The art was done with acrylic paint on acetate, over-painted with gold paint. The gold borders were created using gold leaf.

The book was printed on one-hundred-pound Nymolla Matte paper, and each illustration was spot-varnished. Color separations were made by Digicon Imaging Inc., Buffalo, New York, and the book was printed and bound by Tien Wah Press, Singapore, with production supervision by Angela Biola and Alison Forner. Along with Leo & Diane Dillon, the book was also designed with help from Kathleen Westray.

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- Elizabeth V., Special Collections Undergraduate Writing Intern

#Staff Pick of the Week #black history month #virginia hamilton #fairy tales #Leo Dillon #Diane Dillon #the girl who spun gold #rumplestiltskin #folk tale #black writers #African American writers #African American artists #scholastic #black artists #Blue Sky Press #children's books #Historical Curriculum Collection #illustrated books #Elizabeth V.

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thequiver · 1 year

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you got any indie comics recommendations?

OH BOY DO I

So some of these are educational graphic novels bc of who I am as a person but they're SUPER GOOD and you should still read them - but here's my list of recommendations in no particular order

Marie Curie: A Quest for Light (a graphic novel bio of the famous scientist that highlights her politics!)

Folklords (only 5 issues, does some really cool stuff with subverted fantasy tropes, Ansel is a cutie, 8/10)

The Magicians (this is based on the book series by Lev Grossman, and if you're familiar with the FX show you already know the premise, but it's VERY FUN and I like it so it's on here)

The Good Neighbors (this is more of a YA vibe and as the title suggests deals with fae nonsense, very fun)

Something is Killing the Children (some other comics go along with this one like House of Slaughter, all are in the horror genre, and it's a GREAT TIME if you're into that sort of thing)

Shubeik Lubeik (THIS IS A REALLY COOL BOOK ABOUT WISHES AND HOW THOSE WOULD LOOK IN A MORE REALISTIC CAIRO AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH)

Pixies of the Sixties (this is a period piece that deals with things like xenophobia and racism while also playing up the aesthetics of 1960s London and fairies)

Now Let Me Fly: A Portrait of Eugene Bullard (a graphic novel bio of the first African-American fighter pilot)

Little Monsters (a horror story about children vampires in a post apocalyptic setting)

Judas (yes, Iscariot, it's a really fascinating look at the Biblical figure)

Heavy Vinyl (wlw, late 90s record store, teen girl vigilante fight club- good times)

Grimm (based on the NBC show of the same name, there are other titles set in this world too, I'm very fond of this extremely trashy fairtytale-cop show mashup and how poorly it represents cops)

Godshaper (there's a god for every person, except one and he teams up with a god who doesn't have a person and together they travel around looking for a warm welcome and a paying rock gig)

Evita, the Life and Work of Eva Perón (a biography of the former Argentinian first lady)

Eat the Rich (a little bit like Knives Out)

Carmilla: The First Vampire (queer feminist murder mystery inspired by the gothic novel, Carmilla, and pulling from Chinese folklore)

Bone Parish (a necromantic horror story about the rich peddling drugs made with the ashes of the deceased)

Blue Book (true tales of ordinary people encountering the strange and impossible - ex. alien abductions)

Art Brut (equal parts police procedural, hyper-fantasy, and psychological thriller set on a backdrop of a trip through art history)

Aristotle (biography of the philosopher dealing with more than just his ideas)

Alienated (a story about having the power to change the world but not being ready to wield that power- more YA vibes but a good read for any age imo)

Abbott (and Abbott: 1973- a tabloid reporter investigates grisly crimes she knows the police have ignored and that she knows are occult in origin)

#indie comics #comic recs

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disneynerdpumpkin · 4 months

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Descendants OC time! (so far anyway lol)

(Keep in mind that their profiles aren't entirely finished; some of them I haven't fully developed yet, but this is them in general)

Penelope (daughter of Pinocchio) Penelope always smells of wood and paint, and always has fresh sawdust on her apron from carving; she is very artsy and loves sketching and painting, as well as reading books. (Her grandfather Geppetto taught her how to carve when she was younger, and now she loves creating and making things.)

She is much like her father (happy-go-lucky, etc), but she is also mature for her age. She is 14 years old.

She is also a dancer (mainly dances ballet and contemporary).

Her nickname is Ellie, and her favorite snack is warm cinnamon rolls.

Penelope Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/16pKoxC

Sophie (daughter of Stromboli) Sophie is a dancer and a gymnast, and loves performing. Like her father, she has a bit of a temper when she gets angry (but not as much).

She loves listening to music, and she loves wearing blouses. She is 14 years old.

Sophie Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7s02Kxm

Chrissy (daughter of the Coachman) Chrissy and her father are almost polar opposites. She owns a small whip that her father has gifted her, she has vowed to herself never to use it to beat animals (she loves animals and would never treat them cruelly); she only uses it to practice whip-cracking tricks. Her eyes sometimes flash green when she's angry.

She is 15 years old.

Chrissy loves animals; she has taken in a baby donkey, which she has named Posy. (the Coachman was going to leave Posy to die, as he didn't need any more donkeys at the moment; Chrissy started to care for her)

(Chrissy w/green eyes) ↑

Chrissy Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7rClPo2

Evelyn (daughter of The Blue Fairy) Evelyn is half-fairy, half-human. She is a rebel, and very sarcastic. She provides the dark humor in her friend group. Evelyn is very kind and supportive of her friends, despite being sarcastic. Despite magic not being used in Auradon, she uses her magic often; using her wand made from sapphire.

She is 16 years old, and loves black leather clothing (she thinks they make her look tough and cool); she also loves chocolate

Evelyn w/wings ↑

Evelyn Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/1TNx96G

Petunia (daughter of Lampwick -and Tiger Lily-) Requested/inspired by @casinotrio1965 (shared OC)

Petunia is the young daughter of Lampwick and Tiger Lily. She loves playing pool (and even has a custom billiards cue stick that her father bought for her) and is really good at it. She loves comfy clothes, and her favorite drink is warm ginger tea with honey and lemon.

Petunia's favorite color is lavender, and her second favorite color is green. She loves floral scented candles. (I apologize, I could only find a darker lavender in Gacha and not a lighter one lol)

She also does a bit of yoga as a way to relax and to keep in shape.

She is 14 years old.

Petunia Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/26PUsAF

Madelyn Hatter (daughter of the Mad Hatter) Everyone calls her Maddy/Maddie for short. Much like her father, she loves unbirthday celebrations and tea parties, and she's a child at heart. She loves to make her friends smile and help them out on their bad days. Maddy loves peach tea (especially iced teas), and her favorite snacks are jammie dodgers.

Maddy is 15 years old.

In her free time she sometimes likes to practice magic tricks (like card tricks); she's not very good at it though, but she tries anyway.

Maddy w/ her glasses ↑

Maddy Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/5eKcSLR

Sabrina Skellington (daughter of Jack and Sally Skellington) Sabrina loves practicing scaring tactics; her father teaches her scaring tactics and strategies. She's very confident, and often has her hair tied back in some way, shape, or form.

Her favorite candy is candy canes; she also has pyrokinesis (like her father). She loves Christmas, and it's her favorite holiday.

Sabrina is 15 years old.

Sabrina Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/3PZe4mn

Jacqueline Skellington (daughter of Jack and Sally Skellington) Jackie for short. She is introverted; she is a writer and loves to sketch, and loves reading. Like her mother, Jackie is a very talented seamstress and loves to sew. She also loves to make teas and potions.

She is 15 years old.

She loves wearing sweaters, and occasionally listening to relaxing ASMR.

She totally isn't Sandy Claw's favorite among Jack's kids

Jackie Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/5kDdJa5

Sterling Skellington (son of Jack and Sally Skellington) Sterling is 16 years old, and he is on the tourney team at Auradon Prep. He loves modeling men's clothing that Jackie sews (he especially loves the patchwork jacket he received as a Christmas present one year).

Sterling also loves playing some video games, and enjoys attempting to teach Zero new tricks.

Sterling Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/Di0FV4N

Bella (daughter of Oogie Boogie) Bella is crazy about anything neon/glow-in-the-dark; like her father, she loves gambling games and risk. (Her favorite game is dominoes)

She loves jazz music, and is a jazz dancer; she loves listening and dancing to show tunes. She also does some theater.

Oogie Boogie has gifted her a pair of dice.

Bella is 15 years old, and is a humanoid with burlap skin (but not filled with bugs, like her father is). Sometimes her friends call her Boogie Boogie.

Bella Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/MyQTE3p

Princeton Hoffman (son of Captain Phillip Hoffman/The Nutcracker and Clara Stahlbaum) He is a ballet dancer, and is on the tourney team; he is very strong physically, and athletic. Once Princeton becomes close friends with someone, he becomes very protective of them.

His favorite season is winter; he thinks it's very beautiful and no matter how old he gets, he loves to play in it.

Princeton is 15 years old.

Princeton Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7hrtU6e

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strangelockd · 2 years

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Big Bad Wolf

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's a beautiful rainy day at the Sanctum but your bored so Sinister decides to incorporate a fairy tale into the gameplay. You are all too eager to play along.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, deep love, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, Sinister is a bit of a soft!dom, pet names, oral sex (Fem. Receiving), Fingering, No condoms, porn with plot, praise kink, daddy kink

A/N: This smutty story has been rotting in my brain since I first laid eyes on this man. His hands always behind his back like a hunter hunting down his prey. I instantly fell in love with him. He will always be my fictional husband. The song that inspired the story while I was writing is Daddy by Ramsey. I feel like it fits his character so much. Its also my first smutt fic so please be gentle with me.

I really do hope you enjoy it.

Candles flickered in the Sanctum causing soft light to dance about the walls. Lightening cracks causing heavy raindrops to beat and bleed against the window resembling the seal of Vishanti. Lounging on a velvet chair reading your favorite book you propped your feet up off the cold wooden floor. Enveloped by a thick heavy red velvet blanket, it was so warm and inviting, it couldn’t be a more relaxing day. You take a break from reading to admire Sinister across from you, his spindly legs crossed and stretched out on the chair while reading, a look of pure contentment on his face. Candlelights illuminating his sharp angular features, you couldn’t believe how handsome he was, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world. This handsome man chose you above everything in the multiverse. Looking at him with a heart full of love, you couldn’t help but notice how adorable he was while mouthing the words when he reads. Stroking his disheveled beard he was reading what appeared to be a Fairy Tale novel bounded in thick leather. His brows always coming close together when in deep focus. Biting your lower lip you began feel a deep need that you refused to fight. You wanted him to stroke something else of yours….

Setting the book down on the small table next to you, the candles danced at the sudden movement. Stretching your arms up to give a small yawn you looked at your lover and smirked to yourself, having a better idea in mind to spend the afternoon. Standing up from the chair you wrapped the blanket around you to keep as much warmth as possible. Quietly walking towards your husband you stood behind him reading over his shoulder. Nuzzling your face into his neckline where a freckle meets the collar of his robes you bit little nips into his neck, smoothing the sharp pain with your warm wet tongue. Then taking your palms you ran them down his chest feeling the texture of his dark blue robes that covered his hard toned chest underneath. Deeply inhaling his warm flesh you couldn’t help but be intoxicated by him.

A deep moan rumbed from his throat; closing the book he sat it next to him, he clearly got the hint. “Is my kitten in need of some attention?” Responding with slight breathlessness. “I’m bored,” giving your best pouty face. Taking his scarred slender hands he rubbed them up your arms. His black wedding band shimmering in the light, he pulled you onto his lap. Lacing arms around his neck you nuzzled noses, lips just a whisper away from each other. Gazing into your eyes with deep affection he softly lunged towards your mouth kissing you in such fervent passion--with a need that your all to familiar with. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you as his bride.

Tongue dancing lightly against your lower lip beckoning you to have them parted. You opened your mouth and invited the warmth of his tongue. The familiar sweet taste along with the scruffiness of his facial hair caused the wetness to pool in your panties. You crossed your legs over to straddle him, rocking your hips back and fourth very slowly, trying to get some friction while feeling the familiar stiffening below your ass. Pulling away from your mouth he lifted your hand that carried your matching wedding band and kissed upon it. Continuing to kiss each knuckle till he reached your palm, his beard tickling your delicate skin, only to return back to your mouth. His velvet lips began to clash with yours harder, and you both became overwhelmed with yearning. He preceded to trail love bites along your jawline leading down the your breast. Placing tiny nips along your petal soft flesh. A small moan escaping your lips you tilted your head back in sudden ecstasy, giving him more leeway to reach all of your engorges zones.

You were obsessed with his hands, but you had a soft spot for his goatee. The way it trails down your neck leaving sensitive patches of red on your flesh. His arms locking you in tightly; like you were a dream he never wanted to wake from, he always made you feel safe. Releasing yourselves to catch your breath you rest your forehead against his and you couldn’t help but profess, “Its just that…Im really wet and I need you”. His cerulean eyes now shimmering with mischief, a smirk drawing across his lips showing a sexy grin that always made you blush. “that can be arranged darling, but I have a better plan. Why don’t we make a little game out of this day?”

Raising an eyebrow with a hint of suspicion you took the bait. “What did you have in mind?” Softly guiding you off of his lap, adjusting his stiffening trousers he grabbed your hand and walked you past the cluttered instruments and relics scattered around the sanctum, only to stop at the foot of the wooden stairs. Feeling his soft slightly blackened digits grab your chin with his thumb and index finger he looked deep into your eyes gently stroking your chin with his thumb. “Well I was reading the most intriguing story my love, you ever play the children’s game of hide and seek? Well, my fantasy has always been to incorporate that into the fairytale The Little Red Riding Hood. I’m particularly fond of the wolf and with that blanket you look deliciously like Little Red.”With a slide of his fingers purple magic enveloped you, manifesting your loungewear into a risqué little red riding hood dress. The black corset tightly snuggling your breasts together with the cream dress barely covering your ass high up on your thighs, completing the look with a red hooded cloak, black laced garter belt and knee-high white stockings. Bending forward to adjust your stilettos you gave a twirl for Sinister, noticing his eyes widen with hunger.

He grabbed your ring finger kissing up your arm and gave you another twirl. He pulled you to his chest and Slowly laced his arms around your waist and began to gently sway together, his dark robes swishing with the movement. Craning his head down to kiss and suck on your neck, you closed your eyes leaning your head back against his strong shoulder for him to whisper into the shell of your ear “ I cannot wait to devour you, you’re absolutely delectable,” taking a deep inhale of your hair he slowly grazed his palm to lift your dress ever so slightly to reveal you wearing nothing underneath . Groping your ass giving your earlobe a slight nip emanating a squeak from your lips.

Turning around to face Sinister, you rested your hands on his chest to playfully ask, “shall we set up the ground rules? I know that must be a foreign concept for you Doctor, but its only fair.” He pulled away and slowly walked back and fourth, hands never leaving his back. Chuckling lightly he twitched his lips creating a menacing grin ,“Well my pet, the obvious thing is that I turn around close my eyes and count to one. You’ll go and hide anywhere in this haunted house, its yours for the choosing. Ill then proceed to hunt you down like the wolf that I am, and if I win I get my reward.” Stopping dead in his tracks he slowly turned to look at you, cocking an eyebrow gazing with a hungry glare causing your cheeks to blush a deeper crimson. Feeling your heartbeat accelerate, goosebumps were beginning to form on your flesh. You knew damn well how this was going to end and you couldn’t contain the wet heat beginning to moisten your inner thighs.

…..

You tried your best to contain your giggles while quickly scouting for a place to hide. “57 …58 …” his voice playfully trailing off in the distance. Making the best attempt to prevent your heals from clicking on the heavy wooden floorboards you came across his office. Feeling the adrenaline start to kick into your system you quickly scanned the room noticing the huge black wooden desk along with a large floor to ceiling mirror conveniently placed across from it. Hmmm thats new….Squatting down to get on your hands and knees you crawled to securely tuck yourself underneath it… perfect. Attempting to steady your breath you heard, “Ready or not here comes the wolf.” A huge smile coming across your face you covered your mouth to quiet your giggled breaths. “Come out…come out…wherever you are…” speaking in a sing songy tone. Sinister’s heavy boots creaking on the floorboards, he was close.

Peaking a eye through the crack of the desk he finally made it into the room. Pacing slowly around looking everywhere he could think of, hands still never leaving his back. He was heavy into the game keeping a stalking pace. Like a lion hunting for his prey, he was enjoying the thrill of the chase. “You can’t hide from me kitten, you know daddy will find you eventually.”

Turning to face the desk scanning the parameters and he noticed a bit of red hooded fabric sticking out from underneath the front of his desk. Eyes now glistening, his mouth twitched into a smirk at the corner of his lips….I found you kitten. Footsteps trailed out the room, you leaned your head against the heavy wood closing your eyes to catch your breath. YES! Looks like I have outsmarted him…in the blink of an eye Sinister manifested behind the desk squatting down to face you dead into your startled eyes. You yelped loudly, “BOO! Looks like the wolf caught his little red!” he declared with a snarl. Striving to crawl out of the desk he grabbed you buy the waist, his fingers digging into your delicate soft flesh. “Your not getting away from me that easy darling, this wolf is hungry for your sweet pussy and I’ve earned my reward.”

Releasing some playful giggles he hoisted you up like you weighed nothing and firmly laid you on top of the desk. Leaning back you couldn’t help but stare into his eyes, they always shimmered a brighter blue when aroused. He didn’t waste any time diving down to your sopping heat. Devouring your nectar like a starving man he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Feeling your stockings rip and the garter belt snap, he was feral and began to use his mouth to start tongue fucking you. The long goatee felt amazing against your sensitive mound. You needed more friction and you needed it now. Peaking up from your dress, his nose and beard now glistening with your arousal he crawled up to grab your cheek; claiming your mouth as his. Tasting and smelling yourself on his tongue you both shared a loud moan. He pulled away and with a husky whisper, “Taste what I do to you darling, fuck you are a work of art.”

You let out a whimper at his praise while moving to arch your hips begging him to go further, “Tsk tsk, Feeling impatient are we?” Speaking smugly. You bit your lip and smiled while he began stripping off his bracers to toss them aside only to proceed in rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his taut forearms. He dove back down to reach deeper into your warm center. His flattened tongue licking from the base of your entrance, landing on your sensitive bud to suck and lick with slow repeating sensual circular motions. You leaned arching your back in pleasure with a responsive moan. Stephen was a God with his hands, but nobody can hold a candle to his tongue. Glancing to the side you couldn’t help but stare into the mirror, watching him devour you through the looking glass was highly arousing; it made your nipples start to harden and your center to moisten more.

Feeling his tongue shallowly penetrate your core he moved a hand to reach for your clit. Lifting his head to watch your pleasure, he moved his hand to caress your thighs bringing them softly back to your mound; using circular motions with his thumb to set a steady rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me kitten”, which snatched you out of your reverie only to intensely lock eyes, “yes daddy.” He released a low rough grunt of approval, taking two digits to plunge them into your wet hole making you groan in satisfaction. Arching his fingers pulling them in and out if you, it was causing a wet noise that sounded so obscene yet sexy. It felt like heaven. Moaning sweet nothings into the room you felt your face and chest flushed along with a warm feeling in your stomach, your climax was drawing dangerously near and he knew it. Sinister can read your body like brail and He was always a master with his hands.

Inhaling your scent he released a deep growl causing it to vibrate through your cunt making you shiver, “Fuck kitten I could just eat you alive.” He Leaned up to attempt at removing the top layer of his robes. But you shot up quickly to reach for his belt, pulling his body in between your legs, “allow me,” his arms outstretched he nodded in compliance mouth agape with pupils blown wide. You threw the red hood on top of the desk chair and began to slowly unfasten his belt in a teasing way. His lust filled eyes never leaving you, he was growling with impatience causing you to give a smirk. You loved pushing his limits. The leather belt echoed hitting the floor while you rushed to shed off the top layer of his tunic. You loved all the layers of Sinister’s wardrobe, when you fucked it was like unwrapping a present. He shed his undershirt revealing his taut lean frame that carried many scars along his chest causing you to hitch your breath. How was he always so breathtaking….placing kisses on each scar gently you released a pleasing hum, “I love you, your absolutely breathtaking do you know that.” Without missing a beat he gently guided you back down; cupping your face to trace gentle rubs along your lips planting a tender kiss on them to profess softly, “I was going to say the same thing about you…I love you more, in this life and in the next.”

Giving out a sigh of pure happiness, you sucked on this thumb making him release a animalistic growl. He always knew how to worship and make you feel like the goddess you are; he never faulted in showing it. Feeling impatient he leaned back and snapped his fingers to magic the rest of his clothing off. You couldn’t help but stare in awe, he was the perfect size and length, it was like he was crafted for you from the gods. You couldn’t wait for him to stretch your tight pussy. “Oh my, what a BIG cock you have,” playfully remembering your roll. “All the better to fuck and fill you with my dear”, Leaning back over you to give an open mouthed kiss along your jawline. Gently tugging his goatee giggling “What BIG teeth you have,” he quickly bit into your collarbone leaving a big purple blemish “All the better to mark you with.” Giving a few jerks to stimulate himself he started working on removing your corset, the tremors in his hands struggled with the hooks on the front. Feeling him paw at your breasts through the thin fabric, “What BIG hands you have”,“All the better to feel you my darling” While giving them a tight squeeze.

Growling in frustration he lost his patience, taking a firm grip on both sides he ripped your corset in half causing your tits to bounce out, your whole form becoming completely exposed for him. The sudden cold made your already budding nipples unbearably stiff. You grabbed your breasts to massage and juggle them, biting your lower lip to put on a sexy show for him. Sinister growled and took your nipples and began massaging and tugging with his thumb and index fingers. With a whisper his baritone voice leaning into your ear, “Fuck your just so beautiful….my goddess of a wife, your mine forever.” Basking in the praise letting out a pornographic moan of pleasure, your eyes began to roll back and your mouth forming an O. Chuckling at your reaction, it turned him on knowing he was the only one that got you off, "you don’t seem to be scared of your bad wolf, you should know better. You know I have a big cock to fuck you with right, thats all you want, to be devoured by the bad wolf." “Yes Mr.Wolf please fuck me, fuck me hard with your giant cock” You begged.

Hands trailing down your naked form he grabbed his cock and started to slide it between your folds, lubricating himself before he made his way into your entrance. Moaning in protest you bucked your hips up towards him, with a malicious grin on his face he was enjoying the payback. “That’s right kitten, moan for me.” He slid into your entrance painfully slow at first savoring every inch of you swallowing him whole. Wincing at the sharp pain of his thick veined cock stretching you impossibly full it felt sensational. Quickly pausing and looking with concern he cupped your face, “Im not hurting you am I my love?”, “Fuck no” you coaxed. Giving a wink he chuckled “that’s my girl” and snapped back into the moment beginning to pick up his thrusting, hips dipping and rocking back and fourth always hitting you just right. Shoulder and arm muscles tensing up in the heat of the moment he couldn’t help but stare at were your bodies joined. He loved it when your cunt swallowed him whole. The sound of smacking flesh echoing in the sanctum only encouraging him to drill harder into you.

Continuing to bottom you out he grabbed both sides of the desk for leverage and stability before he started fucking you in a pace you didn’t think was possible. He repeatedly kept hitting your sweet spot over and over causing you to see white stars and your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. Impulsively wrapping your legs around his hips, the heels helping to lock your ankles in place. “Ffffffuuuccckk.” moaning as your eyes fluttered closed. “That’s right kitten, moan for daddy”, “You feel so fucking good Stephen…so good.” Groaning at the praise he leaned over to pepper your body with kisses, never missing a thrust. Feeling your cunt stretch around him he never thought something could feel so good. Formed together your lovemaking was like heroin, one hit and you both always needed more. Keeping up the rhythm repeating his thrusts you felt your walls begin to quiver. He pulled out of you, your sopping core making a lewd popping sound causing you to stammer in protest. He walked to the big leather chair and sat down stretching his arm out to gesture his fingers in a come hither motion . “Come here my love, come fuck on daddy’s lap.”

You slid the tattered costume off your shoulders and made your way over to Sinister, swinging your legs over to straddle him. Stroking his cock he helped position himself for you, eyes fixated on your beautiful form. Grabbing his shoulders for balance you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock causing a small hiss to emanate from his mouth. “Shit kitten, your pussy is still so tight. How are you doing this to me?” “Well Doctor your not the only one with tricks up his sleeve” winking at him you felt his member twitching inside you. Whimpering in satisfaction he tilted his head down to suck on your breast that were on full display in front of him. He began with the right, biting hard enough to leave more purple blossoms on your flesh. He loved your breasts and he loved even more to mark you as his. Despite the universe being void of life, he still wanted you to have a reminder that you were his and his alone. He then preceded to suck tenderly on your nipple, tongue flicking and moving in circular motions. He continued on the other breast giving it equal amount of attention and care.

Feeling his facial hair tickle you he smirked against your chest to look up and gaze at you directly in your eyes. You felt a strange new sensation almost like and electric vibrating tingle on your nipple. He was using magic from his mouth to stimulate you. Emanating a needy moan from your lips. “Fuck baby this is new… it feels so…so fucking good” you tilted your head back and laced your fingers into his hair and began tugging in response. “Use me my pet pull my hair make me suffer for I am at your mercy, and you’ve possessed me with your witchcraft.” Obeying your husbands command you rocked back and forth on his cock, pulling tight on his hair causing his head to tilt back baring his teeth and delicious adams apple. Leaning down continuing to leave bite marks and hickies all over his neck marking him as well. “Fuck kitten” in a desperate filthy noise, “just like that please don’t stop.”

You carried on with your sensual pace and ground into him. Realizing to yourself that this was rough sex but this position wasn’t a fucking, Sinister wanted you to make love to him to savor every moan, every motion burning into his photographic memory. Feeling his pubic hair giving more friction to your clit you began to move back in forth at a more ardent pace. Sweat running down your chest’s Sinister was growling at this point and took the opportunity to lick the sweat trickling down your breast, simultaneously grabbing your hips to aid in guiding you. Scarred fingers digging into your flesh he began lifting your hips all the way up to the very tip and slam yourself back down, repeating the motion faster till you felt his cock twitch more. Rocking your hips in a circular motion rising yourself up and down, feeling every savory inch of his cock inside of you. He Stretched you out to the perfect form. “Im going to come but you will finish with me you got that,” you spoke with a heightened panting tone. “Anything for you my angel.” Eyes locked while nodding in agreement, you both were close to your climax, but you wanted to come at the same time.

Trying your best to keep up the fast motions you noticed the pace was starting to wear off. Fucking him faster like a madwoman you got this sudden possession over you. Going up and down and such a insane pace, your tits bouncing up and down once again hearing the slapping of wet flesh. Keeping the heels on came in handy after all, it helped with the anchoring of your body. “That’s right little red, come on the wolfs cock. I want your mess all over me. I am right after you.” That was enough to tip you over the edge. Keeping your eyes still locked to maintain the intimacy you gave out a screaming moan feeling your walls tighten and flutter emanating a gushing sensation to flow from your core, you squirted all over his thighs. Sinister howled with pleasure and felt his climax reach, seeing stars he leaned his head back, cum spouting thick white threads of semen into your wet heat filling you whole. “Fuck.. oh my sweet girl your so good to me taking my milk. Nobody does it better then you.” Grabbing the back of your head he gave the deepest most passionate kiss in the world that nobody can ever top.

Still feeling his semi erect shaft in you you leaned your head against his with a smile of contentment catching your breath, “that was…….amazing”, taking his hands to support your back “yes yes it was, we should do this again.” Giggling to Sinister while clinging to his chest like a koala he grabbed the red hooded cloak behind him and wrapped it around the both of you, forming a cocoon. Despite his rugged persona, Sinister always loved to extend the intimacy after sex. After all, he hasn’t had human contact in many many years. Snuggling into his chest he rested his chin on top of your head. Playing with his hair as you always did after sex or before falling asleep. It was comforting to you knowing he always made you feel safe. “I don’t deserve a wife like you. You know that right.” He confessed with a soft tone. “And I don’t know what I did for the gods to bless me with such a perfect husband. Call it destiny or fate I wouldn’t change a single thing. You always deserved me. I always deserved you. You are my home Stephen Strange.”

He hugged you tighter with the sentimental profession. You began to feel warm tears trickle on your shoulder. Stephen never showed vulnerability with the exception of you even before the incursion. You came into his world of darkness and brought light not just into his fractured world, but his heart. He never thought he would be deserving of love again but the beauty tamed the heartless beast.You became his home and his eternal hope as well, that was something he could never repay. Wiping away his tears with a thumb you gave him a deep kiss. Soft yet tenderly parting your lips your tongues danced once again. You always wanted to show him that he was safe and that he was the only thing that mattered. Keeping the red hood wrapped on he pulled out of you causing you to wince. He swooped you up bridal style and began to walk towards the door. “Where are we going?” You asked nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck with a sleepy tone. “Were taking a long lavender soaked bath, we deserve it and then I’m taking you to bed. We can worry about sleep later.” “I love that idea Stephen”, “ and I love you, I love you in every universe (y/n)…..always have and always will.”

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Hold Me Without Hurting Me

Chapter 1: Crocuses and Kindred Meetings

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: whadup y'all it's yo girl Mona back in town with a new fic because all her drabbles have been ignored. So I'll most likely update the fic whenever I finish the next chapters so there won't be a specific time as to when I'll update. Also I got inspiration for this from The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart, so please excuse the many flower references.

SERIES MASTERLIST

They say that when you meet your soulmate, you don't really know how to love them. The mysterious people who said this were also (not) surprisingly the same people who said that when atoms split to form the universe, they found home in different people. And now these people are soulmates because the atoms connect and blah blah blah all that fairy nonsense. But it is a nice thought which pops up in your brain whenever you see your best friend of 17 years run his hands through his hair and play yet another one of your favourite songs on his blue guitar, which you gifted him two years ago.

Park Jay was, in a word, the epitome of perfection. Well atleast to you he was. Beautiful curls of hair, the universe stuck in his eyes and all of Icarus's melted wings in his smile.

"Jay that was beautiful." You clapped your hands together In excitement as Jay finished playing the song on the guitar. "Teach me please! I wanna learn too!" Jay chuckled at your excitement and ruffled your hair, making you pout and slap his hand. "Yah you messed up the hair I've worked on for an hour! Asshole." You grumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and tickled you, making you laugh out, scaring the birds sitting on the walnut tree nearby. "Be honest-" Jay smirked at you. "You did that pretty hair all good for me, right? And you even put a gardenia in it!" You scoffed at his words and flicked a leaf at him, making his dramatically gasp. "I did it for myself, you idiot. Why would I do it for you?" "Alright Miss Girlboss." Jay held up his hands in defeat, still staring at the gardenia in your hair. "Just don't whine when I don't take you out for your toothpaste icecream." The rest of the evening was drowned out by you chasing Jay around the park, threatening to smear mint choco ice cream on his precious guitars.

Jay Park had been your best friend ever since you were seven, since that unfortunate incident when you had stepped on his sandcastle at the beach. In return, he stomped on your sandcastle too, making you angry and storming off to your mother. However, luck was against you and you found out that he was your new neighbour. The friendship blossomed when he walked up to you shyly and handed you a painted rock and played you a song on his untuned guitar. It was sweet and you were kids, bonding with you over music, plays, books, flowers and the giant walnut tree in the park near your houses. Now as you sat against the walnut tree along with Jay and his guitar, you couldn't help but reminisce about those times of the past. Lost memories of helping each other get ready for prom, crying on each other's shoulders when your dates dumped you, and going out for pizza and ice cream, which ended up with collapsing on his bed together, with bloated stomachs, and filled souls.

"Y/N." Jay snapped his fingers in front of your face. "Are you listening, you dumbass?" It was a cold evening that day, but as you sat there on the grass, with Jay in short sleeved t shirts and the baggiest pants, you didn't feel the cold outside, instead choosing to feel the cold within. A bouquet lay by your side, forget-me-nots, clematis' and geraniums, all wrapped up with a pick ribbon.

Promises were always the sweetest lies. People promise to live for you, and yet they let go, choosing to live beneath mud instead. And yet there's something about certain promises that make you want to stay. That make you want to love, live and cherish.

That's what Jay was. A sweet lie, a kind promise. Promising you that he would stay with for, for you, by you. And yet promises were apparently made to break, and as you watched him about to leave town, your heart broke in two, just like his promise. You knew this was bad, bad like you shouldn't feel like this for your best friend, who had gotten an opportunity abroad. You should have felt happy, elated even, that he had gotten into his dream University. But you didn't and you felt horrible.

"What, you idiot? Im trying to spot some butterflies." You grumbled as Jay chuckled and leant back against the walnut tree. The smell of honeycomb and beeswax hung in the air. "You sure you won't miss me much?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. You really didn't have to think much about the answer for his question. Yes, of course yes you would miss the boy you've been smitten by for seventeen years. Yet, you knew that if you told him that answer, it would only make the heartbreak more painful. And you, of course, never really preferred pain.

"I'll miss you, but don't expect me to get accepted into the same college and come running to you like Harry and Sally." Jay stuck out his tongue at your words and ruffled his hair again. He had had that habit, you assumed since his birth. You often took note of the way whenever he walked into a room, the first thing he would do is run his hands through his fluffy hair.

"You don't have to get accepted into the same University. Plus-" Jay bit his cheek. "You don't have the brains anyway." "Park Joengsoeng!" You slapped his arm and pounced on him, tickling his stomach, making him burst into laughter and shout out 'sorry' over and over again, as both of you flopped back on the grass, not knowing what the days forward might bring. "Promise you'll still write me in our language?" You asked Jay holding out your pinky, which he intertwined with his. "I promise. And it's as big of a promise as Irises are." You sobered in the warmth of the grass, with the boy next to you, simply savouring his existence as the universe moved just like it always did.

8 Years Later

"Miss Yang." Your assistant, Ji-ah tapped on your door. "Come in Ji-ah." You responded, not looking up from your papers. Your hands were all tangled in your hair, and the tip of your pencil, which lay on the clean porcelain table, was all chewed at the end. The atmosphere of your office held a heavy cloud. Perhaps it was the grey wall paint, and the paintings which hung on the wall, but it all felt heavy and downright bad. "I'm sorry to bother you, Ma'am." Ji-ah bowed low to you, slightly adjusting her pressed maroon pencil skirt as she did that. "It's no issue Ji-ah. What is it?" You waved your hand nonchalantly and motioned for her to sit down in front of you. Ji-ah slightly gulped and sat down, pressing a folder infront of you. "I checked your schedule and contacted all the people you've asked me to." Ji-ah said, her tone almost robotic. Her voice rang clear, however, even through the pitter-patter of the rain pouring outside. "And well-" Ji-ah paused and fiddled with her fingers. "I couldn't arrange a day for you to meet Mr Lee privately. You would have to meet him on the day of the joint session." You sighed heavily, as you noticed, for perhaps the first time, how suffocating the room actually was. Even the lilacs growing in the corner seemed to be sad. "Are you sure I have to talk to that man, in a room full of men, who will keep staring at my hips instead of listening to me?" Ji-ah gave you a sympathetic smile, as you gave her the papers you had been working on, instructions her about what to do with them. "Ma'am, if I may-"Ji-ah voiced. "All the men in that room, which you'll be stuck in for a hour or so, they're all below you. So if they do stare at your hips, why don't you just bring it up? Embarrass them? You have always taught me that humiliation is the key to breaking chauvinist pigs." You chuckled at Ji-ah's words, your chest swelling with pride as you listened to her words. "Will do Ji-ah." You affirmed. "Oh and by the way, I've approved your leave for the month but have you found a replacement yet?" Ji-ah promptly nodded and clacked her heels together as she made to go out the door. "He'll be here tomorrow Ma'am. I found the best, only for you." "Thank you Ji-ah. Enjoy your stay at your grandma's. Bring me back something!"

"Ugh." You collapsed onto your bed as your alarm dinged with a notification. 'Dinner time', it read on the dimply illuminated screen. "No I don't want to have dinner." You glared at your phone, as if talking to a human. Your white ragdoll cat, Perry, jumped onto the bed next to you, and sat nonchalantly, licking his paw. "Perry, I'm tired and I want to die." Perry purred lowly, and looked straight ahead at you with a blank stare, as if questioning why you were telling a cat about your emotions. "Oh well, might as well get you your food, Perry. You're hungry aren't you my baby? My scrumpious wittle-" you tried to pick up Perry, all the while baby-talking him, but unfortunately that went down the drain. Perry ran off from your bed and jumped onto your bed table, accidentally knocking off some pictures. "Perry!" You grumbled. "You stupid cat." You mumbled the last part under your breath, as you made to pick the pictures up. There were four of them sitting peacefully in flower frames. They lit up the dire condition of your bedroom, painted in dark blues and blacks, illuminated with yellow lamps.

You picked up the flower lamps slowly but surely, only pausing once to stare at one of them, fit in the most beautiful frame which was embroidered with pink camellias. Against a clear sky and yarrow bushes, stood two teenagers, wearing shirts with cringy mottos on them, with converse in red and blue. You smiled softly at the picture. 17th birthday party for Jay, and right before the moment when you both secretly drank underage. It captured the beautiful moments you spent with each other, before he left your soul broken into pieces, making sure that zinnias grow in the cracks.

"Good morning Miss Yang." A short man with brown hair and cat eyes came up to you as you entered your office building. He was dressed in a clean pressed white shirt and black trousers, making him look like a waiter. "Oh are you the new assistant? Jungwon?" The man promptly nodded and handed you a file. "Miss Ji-ah a-appointed me two days ago, Ma'am. Um, this is my r-resume." You found the man adorable. He looked a bit like Perry, whom you assumed was probably sleeping in your cat sitter's bed. "Well it's nice to meet you, Jungwon. And you didn't really need to wear office wear today." You gestured towards his bowtie. "You're coming with me on the trip aren't you?" "Ah well-" Jungwon turned red, "I-I wanted to make a good first impression." You smiled gently at him, making the red in his face disappear a bit, and putting him at ease, all ready to go off to the land of freedom and eagles.

"Miss Yang." A stout man dressed in black overalls and possibly the most non-wrinkliest shirt you've ever seen bowed to you, gesturing to his two assistants to take your and Jungwon's suitcases and bags, to which Jungwon clutched his purple backpack tighter to his chest. "It is an honour to have you staying in our hotel Ma'am. Might I be the first to welcome you to Seattle?" The man bowed again. He reminded you of a snake, with a heavy receding hairline and slimy hands. Even the way he spoke reminded you of snake hisses. "Thank you." You said, bowing a bit. "I suppose my suite is ready? And one for my assistant too?" The man shot a look at Jungwon and then back at you, bowing again. "Of course Ma'am. The two best suites in the hotel. I would also like to tell you that some of the- ahem- people you are meeting are also staying here, so we would please like to ask you to not bring up any confrontations with them." You merely smiled at the man, as you heard Jungwon giggle silently behind you. "Well of course, my good man." You kept your face cool and calm. "Perhaps you should also tell them not to undermine and ridicule me, like pathetic wet socks, just because they feel- what's the word? Oh yes-" You grinned up the man, "-they feel bitched on by a slut who fucked her way up to the top." The man's jaw dropped as you glided away, heels clacking on the floor, with Jungwon following behind you, a grin imprinted on his face.

"Ma'am, you really didn't have to book me a suite too. I could have just-" "Jungwon, I assure you. It wasn't a problem. Plus-" you smiled gently at him, "I always treat my assistants well." The sheepish smile broke out on Jungwon's face again as he thanked you and rushed to keep the important files on the oak table. "That was amazing by the way. What you said to that man." He complemented you, which you took gratefully. You took a moment to admire the beauty of the suite. The reviews on the hotel's website were right. This really was the best hotel in Seattle. The room was decorated with flowers everywhere of every kind. A vase which caught your eye, was filled with carnations of every colour. It was always interesting to you how the colours of the carnations matched up to make a beautifully sorrowful story. Red carnations for deep heartache, pink ones for a long-lasting memory, white carnations for sweet love and yellow striped ones for refusal of love. It was amazing to you how a single flower can exhibit so many emotions.

"Ma'am, can we perhaps take those flowers out of the room?" Jungwon interrupted your line of thought, pointing towards tiny violet flowers, with yellow pistils, "I'm allergic to them." "You're allergic to crocuses?", You pointed at the flowers, "We can call the front desk to talk them out alright?" Jungwon nodded and continued with his work, not noticing you staring at the crocuses. "You know, they represent youth and cheerfulness? It's an interesting flower, the spring crocus." Jungwon snapped his head to look at you, his eyes rapidly blinking. "Do you have an interest for the language of flowers Ma'am?" He asked you casually, while sniffing a magnolia sitting in a brown vase. "I used to study them when I was fifteen. Along with my best friend." You answered gently caressing the magnolias, feeling their soft petals brush against your skin, while Jungwon sneezed, probably because of the crocuses. "fuck-" you swore under your breath, "Jungwon, go to your bedroom, I'll get the staff to take out the crocuses." "A-ACHOO- alright- Ma'am." He cleared his throat, scratched his nose and quickly disappeared into the bedroom, still sneezing while you took all the crocuses in the suite and went down to the reception area, still in the clothes that you came in with. An olive green shirt dress with your everyday heels. All the way to the reception area, you were slightly distracted by a scent which was wafting into your nose. The scent of your favourite perfume. Infact it was the scent of your perfume, the one you wore everyday and the one you weren't wearing right now. Of course gifts from Italy need to be treasured right? And gifts from lost best friends need to be kept in a locked safe. You had gotten the perfume with you, but it was currently sitting safe in bubble wrap in the depths of your suitcase. So what was the scent that was trapping you in?

"Oh I'm so sorry." Lost in your thoughts, you accidentally bumped into someone's shoulders causing them to drop the flowers they were carrying. "Oh that's all right." A familiar voice rang in your ear. "Wait-", you gasped, "Yah Kim Sunoo is that you?" The blonde boy looked up at you and gave you the widest smile ever. "Y/N oh my god!" The dropped flowers on the ground were forgotten as both of you hugged each other tightly making sure not to let go until the other does. "wow-" Sunoo exclaimed, "we haven't seen each other since-" "since Yeji's party in our final year?" Sunoo laughed and nodded, picking up the flowers he was carrying in the process. "So what brings you to my amazing hotel?" Sunoo grinned. "This is your hotel? So you actually achieved your dreams huh?" You giggled at him, winking. "Did you get your bet money from Niki?" Sunoo rolled his eyes and scoffed at your question. "The kid won't give me anything except for Sunday ice cream. Anyways-" he looked at you as you walked up to the front desk, "what brings you here?"

"Well what brings me to the front desk is that I would like the crocuses in my suite to be removed." You told the lady at the front desk, who promptly bowed and stalked away, probably to get the rest of the crocuses out of the room. "What brings me to Seattle-" you turned to Sunoo, who leaned forward excitedly, "-is a meeting with all the top Ceo's of America. I assume you'd already know about it, since it's gonna be sponsored by your hotel?" Sunoo's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he clapped his hands excitedly. "So you're the Miss Yang who was registered for the meeting without her first name!" Sunoo rolled his eyes, "Girl, why are you still chasing your mysterious girl fantasies of freshman year?" "Says the person who still has his dumb emo haircut of sophomore year." "Yah!"

"Jungwon? You good now?" You silently peeked your head around the bedroom door, to see Jungwon sitting on his bed and sorting through files. You giggled silently, seeing his face so concentrated on the files. Ji-ah was right. He really was a great assistant. The thought of making him your second assistant would have always escaped your mind if not for- "Ma'am would you like to read the list of people who you will be meeting today?" He'd even looked up the people at the meeting. How sweet, you thought. Hollyhock, you thought, would be the flower to suit him. "Could you read them out to me Jungwon?" You said, as you collapsed onto the bed, noticing only now how tired you were. "Yes ma'am." Jungwon promptly said, pushing up his glasses. "I'll read out the one of importance. You shall be meeting Mr Lee Heeseung, Mr Lee Minho, Mr Park Sunghoon, Mr Jay Park, Mr Hwan-" "What did you just say?" You sat up quickly in bed, scaring the shit out of Jungwon. "I-uh. Um Mr Hwang Hyunjin will be meeting you?" You shook your head frantically and quickly took the paper from him, scanning your eyes through it. There it was. Your ears hadn't misheard. Jjoengsoeng 'Jay' Park, written right on top. "Oh my god." You breathed out, making Jungwon leaned forward to take a peek at the paper. "Ma'am are you alright?" You looked up at Jungwon's concerned face, trying to hold in your tears. "I am perfectly fine. Just-" you put the paper down, "-kind of shocked." "I assume you do not want to talk about it?" Jungwon's voice provided you a slither of comfort. You nodded slowly and scampered off to your room, saying hurried goodbyes to Jungwon and telling him to get ready by seven thirty. As you passed the carnations in the living room, you couldn't help but feel a pit in your stomach, sinking in like a whirlpool, making you feel like the entire world was about to collapse, if you met the person who used to be your everything, this evening.

"Miss Yang, this way." The man guided you towards a meeting hall. "You look very pretty Ma'am." Jungwon trodded shyly behind you. "You look handsome in that jacket too, Jungwon. I bet all the girls here will be swooning for you once I take you to the bar after the meeting." You said, making Jungwon turn a deep shade of red. You took a pause before entering the meeting room and adjusted your knee length plum pencil skirt and slightly rolled up the sleeves of your beige shirt.

"Ah Miss Yang. It's a pleasure to see you again." A tall black haired man came up to you and shook your hand as you entered the room. He was certainly handsome with sharp features and the prettiest hair you've ever seen. "Mr Sunghoon." You bowed to him, to which he chuckled. "Should we drop the antics now? How you doing Y/N?" The man engulfed you in a hug, which you reciprocated, breathing in his smell of oak wood cologne. "I'm good Hoonie. What about you? How's Yeji?" Sunghoon smiled at you and led you over to your chair, which was next to his. "She's good. Pregnant actually. Spending some time with her mum so I could come to this stupid meeting." He flicked some dust from the table away as he picked up a bouquet from underneath the seat and handed it to you. "For you m'lady." "Camellias Sunghoon really?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "Why do you still know the meaning of white camellias? I told you that five years ago in junior year."

"Cause you told me it means a heartless person, and I really want to put up my act of an ice cold prince so that's why I got it for you." You tried to hold in your laughter as you looked at him fixing his hair. You didn't have the heart to tell him that white camellias actually meant adorableness, so you let him keep his ego. You willed away the time as the other people started coming into the room. You would be lying if you said that you didn't feel a little intimidated. The men weren't scary or anything, but so many of them in one room? A girl's gotta feel a bit scared doesn't she? You threw glances to Jungwon from time to time, who seemed to be getting along well with the other assistants, which was good, considering that most of them were young women his age.

"Miss Yang, it's good to see you." Lee Heeseung kissed your hand gently and bowed to you. You had always admired him, wanting to collaborate with him and this meeting was the perfect chance for you to talk to him. So what if you didn't have a chance to speak to him in private? Hell, you would have asked him to do buisness with you, right infront of every man in the room.

"Is Mr Park late yet again?" A handsome long haired man, with pretty pink lips and porcelain skin said, checking his watch. "Well shall we start without him then Mr Hwang? You know what he would do even if an ounce of disrespect reached him." A plum haired man, with a sharp carved nose said, glaring at the man called Mr Hwang.

"Who are they talking about?" You whispered in Sunghoon's ears. "Jay Park." Sunghoon whispered back, fiddling with his tie. "He's basically the unofficial mayor of Seattle. The most powerful buisness man in America." The pit in your stomach kept increasing as you wondered if the Jay Park they were talking about was the boy you knew for seventeen years of your life, the boy who would talk to you about the meaning of flowers while eating mint-chocolate ice cream.

You would have dwelled on that thought for a bit longer if the door didn't suddenly crack open as everyone fell silent. The sound of footsteps rang in your ear as a slightly built man, with hair as dark as outer space and eyes the colour of black coffee, entered the room. Your heart skipped a beat or two as you laid your eyes on the man. Your eyes couldn't believe it. A face from your past, eyes you had been hypnotized by and a voice you could recognise even in the dark. Jay Park stood in front of you, staring at all the people in the room, while your eyes bored into his.

"Good evening everyone. I am sorry for the delay. I merely got caught up picking out an appropriate suit for the evening." You could have laughed out right there and then. And you did.

"Anything funny, Miss Yang?" Jay's eyes turned to you. You could feel Sunghoon tensing up next to you as you stared straight into Jay's eyes. The audacity, you thought, for him to call you Miss Yang. "I just didn't think that picking a neon suit straight from the 70's would take you a long time, Mr Park" you smiled sarcastically at him. "How dare you insult Mr Park!" Mr Hwang spoke, glaring at you, to which Jay held up a hand, so as to stop a war from breaking out. He took a few steps forward and turned his chair, sitting onto it, with the grace of a swan. "You need not defend me, Mr Hwang. After all Miss Yang is an old friend isn't she? She's allowed to make fun of me." What. The . Fuck. Those three words swirled again and again in your mind as you looked at Jay, all suave and calm, sitting in his chair, talking to you as if he hadn't abandoned you and didn't talk to you for eight god forbiddened years. "Shall we start then Mr Park?" Heeseung spoke up, gesturing for his assistant to give him some papers and files. '"Of course." Jay merely responded, staring at the Calla lilies in the vase set in the center of the table. 'Well' you thought, 'this evening was going to be a rollercoaster ride.'

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˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ taylor swift legacy challenge (swiftacy) for sims 3

hii! in this post i am gonna be sharing my legacy challenge i created using a simcord member’s taylor swift legacy for ts3 as a base. (credit to sugar!) this also takes inspiration from some sims 4 swiftacys. i hope you have fun with this if you try it! tag me in your gameplay screenies :3 ill be posting some of mine soon!

rules under the cut!

complete the given lifetime wish every generation

each goal must be met before the next heir takes over

♡ generation 1 - debut

colors: blue, green

world: any country-ish town, appaloosa plains

traits: childish, ambitious, virtuoso, loves the outdoors, over-emotional

career: music

LTW: rock star

hobby: guitar

requirements:

live in the same town your whole life

frequently play guitar for tips

have an unrequited love with someone in a relationship before moving on and having a fairy-tale romance with your soulmate

master guitar and charisma skill

♡ generation 2 - fearless

colors: gold, white

world: same town as gen 1

traits: equestrian, good, excitable, artistic, easily impressed

career: self-employed painter

LTW: master of the arts

hobby: painting

requirements:

meet a sim in your teen years that you have an on-and-off relationship into adulthood with—break up twice before eventually getting married

have a close relationship with all your family members

have a best friend from adolescence till death

have at least one horse (preferably white)

♡ generation 3 - speak now

colors: purple, pink

world: any, hidden springs

traits: clumsy, hot-headed, bookworm, avant-garde, ambitious

career: journalist or self-employed writer

LTW: professional author

hobby: writing

requirements:

must write 14 books, each named after a speak now song

date a least one person in the adult life stage during the first half of your young adulthood

fall in love with your best friend and convince them to leave their partner for you, eventually marry your best friend turned lover

specialize in writing romance novels

master the writing skill

♡ generation 4 - red

colors: red, black

world: starlight shores

traits: party animal, irresistible, diva, schmoozer, natural born performer

career: singer

LTW: vocal legend

hobby: social networking

requirements:

must experience a very bad break up with a kleptomaniac partner (where’d that red scarf go?)

date at least one celebrity at some point in your life

consistently throw parties with your closest friends

master singing and social networking skill

♡ generation 5 - 1989

colors: beige, dark lilac/blue

world: any city world, bridgeport

traits: star quality, charismatic, social butterfly, photographer’s eye, great kisser

career: actor

LTW: superstar actor

hobby: photography

requirements:

must have a close group of friends that you meet as a young adult (5+)

take photographs (polaroids) of your life and hang them around your room

have at least 3 failed relationships before finding the one

have one close friend in your teenage years that later becomes your enemy when you’re a young adult

master photography and charisma skill

♡ generation 6 - reputation

colors: black/gray, dark green

world: any

traits: loner, kleptomaniac, hates the outdoors, brooding, brave

career: criminal

LTW: master thief

hobby: athletic

requirements:

have at least 3 enemies and no more than 2 close friends

have 3 consistent affairs before leaving your partner and settling down with the third affair

must steal something of value + a car from your ex partner

master athletic skill

♡ generation 7 - lover

colors: pastel pink, yellow, & blue

world: any tropical world

traits: excitable, friendly, family-orientated, hopeless romantic, cat person

career: education

LTW: surrounded by family

hobby: cooking/baking

requirements:

must have at least one cat

partake in protests when possible

always wear colorful clothing & makeup

be popular as a teenager in high school (have 5+ friends, have a significant other, join an after school activity, and attend every school dance)

break up with your high school sweetheart when you’re a young adult and find your soulmate while on a vacation—elope with them once you return to your hometown

♡ generation 8 - folklore

colors: light gray, mossy green

world: any woodsy world, moonlight falls

traits: green thumb, perfectionist, unlucky, gatherer, adventurous

career: self-employed gardener

LTW: the perfect garden

hobby: gardening

requirements:

live in a secluded, woodland area

must be in a love triangle as a teenager

reunite with an old friend from childhood as a young adult

master gardening skill

optional: become a witch as a young adult

♡ generation 9 - evermore

colors: brown, orange

world: any, riverview

traits: commitment issues, genius, loves the cold, rebellious, neurotic

career: law enforcement

LTW: forensic specialist: dynamic DNA profiler

hobby: logic

requirements:

have a close relationship with your grandparents

kill a friend’s spouse in retaliation for your friend’s murder

reunite with an ex partner from your teen years & marry them

have an ongoing affair during your marriage and end up with an affair baby—swear that it’s your spouse’s child for the rest of your life (this child will be the heir)

master logic skill

♡ generation 10 - midnights

colors: lavender, dark blue, gold

world: any

traits: workaholic, cat person, night owl, perceptive, dramatic

career: fortune teller

LTW: celebrity psychic

hobby: mixology

requirements:

have a cat named karma

wait until you are halfway through adulthood to get married

write a single book about your family’s legacy

as an adult, discover generation 9’s infidelity and meet your other biological parent in secret

own a bar & name it after a song on midnights

master mixology

optional: frequently travel to france

: ̗̀➛ if for some reason you prefer to have the rules on a google doc, here's the link to that

thanks for reading!

#sims3 #s3 #sims 3 challenge #sims 3 legacy #legacy challenge #taylor swift #taylor swift legacy #sims 3 taylor swift legacy #sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #ts3

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macherie-cola · 2 years

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3 EAH outfits I thought we were robbed of to not make dolls out of:

Cinderella Cupid

The outfit that inspired this post. Ngl an entire line of dolls showing what characters might look like with their fairy tales swapped would be so cool (like the once upon a twist books) but because C.A Cupid is my favorite character in all of eah I am specifically biased to show this one. The light blue for Ashylnn mixed with cupids pink and bronze color scheme surprisingly works really well and makes her look really pretty!

Thronecoming (?) Farrah Goodfairy

Farrah is actually my 2nd favorite character in eah, so again this is partially out of personal bias. But also imagine how the glitter train and the stars on her gloves would look as a doll! And the sparkly makeup too! Sparkly star themed makeup is my weakness.

Thronecoming Kitty Cheshire

The cat ear ponytail is amazing. The black gothic style lace on the collar? Ooh and the black fur gloves! We love a gothic looking queen. Also love how they incorporated Kitty’s caterpillar pet subtly into her mask (as lets be real caterpillars are not the easiest animal to translate into a pretty masquerade mask)

#might make a part two of this #if i think of any more #ever after high #kitty cheshire #farrah goodfairy #ca cupid

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wingsofsong · 29 days

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Cavendish and The Little Prince

In Chapter 784 "Gear Four" Oda forestalls the reveal of Luffy's new form to emphasize he and Law as the "eye of the storm" to follow Doffy's defeat through the words of Cavendish "The Pirate Prince."

But given the implicitness of that conclusion; the scene more so exists as character building for Cavendish.

Sitting criss-cross amongst the chaos grants him a very understated character moment for Cavendish and the reader to just "be" and soak in the beauty and adventure of Dressrosa; a feeling the anime expertly captures.

Displaying concern and appreciation outside of self from a character who's core gag/drive is self-absorbenent; putting his own place on the seas into perspective.

But there's more too it.

Cavendish's archetype is that of the White Knight/Knight Errant in European lit/mythos; his epithets being a verbalization of that fact.

Dressrosa is One Piece's analogue for Spain-

Cavendish's name is English in etymology and his real world namesake "Thomas Cavendish" the privateer is partly known for his raids of Spanish ships.

He's the former prince of the Borgeoise Kingdom, hailing from Rommel where himself as Hakuba became known as their slicing winds (a Kamitachi; a Yokai in Japanese mythos) alluding to Dr.Jekyl and Mr.Hyde and Jack The Ripper as you may know, both English refrences.

His former kingdoms name shares it's etymology with Mary Geoise in the French word Borgeosie and Cavendish's aesthetics/rapier are very Musketeer/French.

His weapon/attacks are all references to European mythos/lit/plays.

-Durandal a French blade of legend

-Round Table (King Arthur)

-Blue Bird

-Biken: Zan t-Exupéry

-Precious Metal Axe

The tontattas/fairies being another tie to literature and mythos.

Given that pastiche it's notable that Oda chose Cavendish to sit in a childlike manner and note one of the two most fantastical aspects of the arc in the "dwarves" (the other being the toys).

It taps into the feelings fantasy ferments in children and the inspirations behind Oda's writing, in a land where Doflamingo has cast a cruel veneer over the settings beauty.

A recent realization on my part is on the fourth attack listed above "Biken: Zant t-Exupéry" or

"Beautiful Sword: Stardust Prince."

The attack's name coming from French novel "The Little Prince-" and it's author; a childrens novel dealing with space, a loss of imagination in adulthood, love and loss and the human experience more broadly.

The titular character being the lonely, blonde "little prince" of an asteroid where he resides and tends to his love.

A thorny, vain, rose that "The Little Prince" knows not how to love properly until they've lost each other and he learns to see the uniqueness in those he values through their worth to one another vs outside validation/being a lone rose.

Cavendish is first seen with a red rose and his attacks often have rose petals swirling around him.

He's a blonde prince, exiled from his home with his animal companion Farul (The Little Prince tames/makes a companion of a fox on his journey).

From Oda's SBS we know that he also carried roses as a child and in a cover page we see him tending to a garden of roses with Farul, his vivre card lists roses as his favorite food, making it clear that Cavendish and roses is imagery Oda is intentionally/continuously associating him with.

Knowing this all; I propose that Cavendish's character is partly inspired by The Little Prince (the novel/character) in his design, own emotional makeup having aspects of various figures in the book, and the tapping into child-like wonder described above as the Little Prince's narrator is a man at risk of losing that imagination, as multiple adults seen through the stories pages already have.

Also:

-The stars on his pants are similar to the stars on the little princes coat which is also similar to Cavendish's coat

-They both use rapiers

It makes me wonder what Cavendish's childhood was like; if there was any lonliness, whether there's anything to be said abolut the potential of "taming" Hakuba and growing in self-love/past his obsession with uniquness.

Of course there's much more to his character than a single inspriation and differences to see between him and The Little Prince but I'll definitely keep the story in mind going forward.

#one piece #one piece manga #white horse cavendish #cavendish one piece #dressrosa #straw hat grand fleet

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lemonduckisnowawake · 4 months

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Beyond the Four Leaves of Fortune

I actually wrote my @inklings-challenge (thank you to the runners for holding the challenge!) story on the 28th, intending to post it on the same day given the inspiration from Holy Innocents Day but, uh....didn't. Also, excuse some of the typos/clunkiness as I didn't really edit well because 3k words.

The most important thing to note here is that I took inspiration from Jeremiah 31: 16-17, the verse after the whole Rachel weeping thing. And also that it features the same characters from the previous challenge. With that, here it goes!

“I think…” Wynan began, side-eyeing the scene in front of her with the air of someone long-resigned to everything, “that it should be illegal for people who have read too many books for their own good to get wrapped up in adventures.”

Relani and Meryan glanced at each other, perhaps a little guiltily.

Or so Wynan chose to interpret, just for her sanity. They were, after all, hiding a rather overly large creature behind their backs and not very inconspicuously. She couldn’t identify the creature right away, not having the breadth of knowledge Meryan had on the nuances of other worlds nor Relani’s impressive mental encyclopedia of obscure creatures. But the important things was that it was dark blue, snake-like (or perhaps wyrm-like with its scales?), dripping an odd gray liquid on the living room carpet that was probably blood…and very, very visible.

“We readers know all too well how things go and end,” Wynan continued, abandoning the laptop she’d been writing something on. She leaned against the door to the kitchen (opposite to the entrance from the mudroom), crossing her arms and quirking an eyebrow. “There’s no stakes and no drama, so involving us in the plot really will be no fun because we’re gonna just make the most boringly safe choices.”

Like, for example, opposing the adoption—not healing, since it looked like it needed patching up—of a magical beast.

Meryan glanced at the wyrm-like creature half squished into the mudroom, then back to Wynan. “Um…he’s a wyrm from one of the fairy-tale-like worlds who almost got lost to the void,” she attempted, her voice robotically professional. “We’ve decided to name him Léf.”

At her words, the dark blue wyrm weakly floated into the room, able to fit due to magically decreasing his size. He made a huffing noise as he flopped on the floor, the gray liquid dribbling out of him staining the carpet.

Wynan made the mistake of looking into his eyes, black full of blue stars the same color as his scales.

Léf whimpered.

“…crap.”

…………

“After he’s all healed up, we do have to release Léf back into his world,” Relani admitted a few hours later, when they’d patched up the tragically compliant wyrm and put him into one of their emptier rooms.

Meryan turned around so swiftly that she almost spilled the pot of broth in her hands.

“What?? Why? What if Léf doesn’t want to go back?!” she half-heartedly protested.

Like Wynan, Meryan was also a reader and thus aware of how this story would play out.

Also like Wynan, though (or perhaps it was the reverse), Meryan had become captivated by the wyrm’s adorable eyes and his clear exhaustion of life. So despite knowing better, they decided that maybe this time they could let the story play out differently and keep the wyrm with them.

“I mean…this house does need a pet,” Wynan contemplated, far too innocently for someone who had said literal hours ago that she wouldn’t support any idea that came from this. “I know we have Meluan—”

“Meluan isn’t a pet,” Relani sighed, though she smiled at the banter thrown at the currently-absent fourth member of the house. “And do you really think she’ll allow this?”

All three of them flashed back to their various attempts to keep animals here at the edge of the universe.

“…she probably will, to be honest,” Wynan reminisced. “And then we’ll have to repair the walls again.”

“Or rebuild the roof,” Relani reminded.

“Or find an obscure chemical to remove sea monster mucus from the floorboards,” Meryan finished with a sigh, sitting down (bowl of broth and all).

It looked like the story wouldn’t play out differently this time, after all, Wynan thought. Well, she’d tried not to get attached…for all but two minutes, at least. But you couldn’t just give them a helpless animal and expect them not to get attached, so who’s fault was it, really?

But back to the matter at hand.

“Well…I wonder what led him here, anyway,” Wynan spoke up, frowning at the wyrm curled up on the fuzzy and currently blue carpet.

Right now, Léf was breathing easily and fast asleep, but there was something about its…everything that didn’t sit right with Wynan. Barring the fact that the Abode Before the Void rarely received animals—and, if they did, they were companions of (or remnants of) their owners who’d come to the void—there was just something about the wyrm that seemed…off. Clearly, he wasn’t a remnant of someone the sisters couldn’t save or they would have felt it but what was he?

Unaware of Wynan’s thoughts, Meryan easily supplied some of the information missing. “I can’t really tell what exactly the creature means to his world, but he comes from a fairy-tale-esque land…the ones where the myths and folk tales of other universes seem to come alive?” she explained, resting her arms on her knees with a fond look at the sleeping creature. “The unique point in this world is the way these fantastical creatures co-exist peacefully with a technologically advancing world. A modern fairy tale, to put it in other terms.”

Relani grimaced and crawled closer to the sleeping creature. “I can add a bit more.”

Fearlessly, she brushed asides the filmy light blue material that made up Léf’s mane. The wyrm slept on, affected by Wynan’s special power over dreams and rest to not wake unless necessary, and thus was unaware of the moment Relani revealed three white shapes on its forehead.

“Ah, I thought so,” Relani hummed. “He’s a familiar, or that world’s version of one, anyway. The shape on Léf’s forehead is a sign that he’s been claimed.”

She was about to edge away from the creature before Wynan stopped her.

“Hang on,” Wynan said, standing up and studying the marks.

“You sense anything?” Meryan remained where she was, simply resting her head on her arms as she observed her sister working.

Wynan nodded slowly, stepping back. “The mark is broken…I don’t know what exactly that means, but I can sense it was broken and that it wasn’t caused by either death or some…dramatic moment of sacrifice on the owner’s part.”

Wynan turned in time to catch the storms that were Meryan’s eyes narrow.

“Well, I do know what that means, and that means whoever Léf’s owner was, they broke their bond…crudely, too, if the mark is still there,” she explained, the professional tone she’d taken on again lined with fury. “No wonder Léf was driven here.”

“Broken bonds are no joke, between people but especially unequal ones like this,” Relani sighed deeply, stepping back as well. “I wonder what Léf’s story is.”

“I could try looking,” Wynan offered conversationally, sitting back down next to the creature. She absently scratched at the surface of the carpet. “I mean, there’s no guarantee on what he’ll dream about, but I could take a look in there and see what sorts of dreams he’s having. I’ve found that animals usually dream memories since they have more limited imaginations than those with souls.”

Relani scooted back a little, with a hand gesturing to, by all means, go ahead.

Followed by Meryan’s, “Oh, could you?” Wynan placed a warm hand gently on Léf’s neck. The touch wasn’t strictly necessary, but Wynan liked the thought of there being an action needed before invading the dreamspace of someone’s mind. Even if that someone was a less intelligent creature.

And, as it usually was with less intelligent but magic-touched creatures, the dreams she saw were more fragmented memories, coming from the limited perspective of a familiar clearly enslaved by the whims of his master or mistress.

Warm fires. Robotic pats that didn’t hold much affection but were appreciated nonetheless. Frustrated growls, not necessarily directed at him but terrifying nonetheless. Words of magic. Commands. Burning villages. Blood in the mouth. A prison he was banished into until called. A tattoo of a creature that looked like Léf.

And the clearest dream/memory?

It was of a figure in white smashing a glowing red crystal upon its head—its familiar mark, if Wynan had to hazard a guess. Pain soon followed, and Wynan instinctively let the warm blanket of her magic cover the terrible memory, soothing its sting as it passed like a video on a screen than a past reality lived.

She stayed in there for a while longer, knowing she had the full story but just in case Léf required more mental relief, but only felt his dull pain and exhaustion along with hints of relief in the darkness.

“Hmm,” Wynan commented upon exiting.

She was half aware of her sisters exchanging a look.

“Meaning?” Relani prompted soon after.

“I think he was bonded to an evil wizard or…whatever the magic people there are called,” Wynan slowly parsed, remembering the emotions.

Behind her, Meryan snorted. “No surprise there.”

At Wynan’s side, Relani’s lips thinned. Relani was also another reader, and the three knew way too many stories to hear that and not instantly conclude what happened.

“I mean, the story isn’t as smooth as that,” Wynan interrupted the silence, waving her hand in front of Léf’s covered mark. “His bond with his owner was severed, yes, but I don’t think it was done by them. I think they treated him…well enough. Perhaps not great, but there wasn’t any abuse to note of.” She thought about it a bit more. “But I think Léf was under the power of a storybook villain, if that’s anything.”

The fury in Meryan’s colorful eyes softened.

“I see…so Léf has his own stains,” she muttered, lifting her head up a little. “Things that stole his ability to claim his own innocence but wasn’t guilty of, not really.”

Wynan nodded. “That seems to be the story, yeah.”

“So, I’m supposing the hero of this story had to get rid of the villain’s steed before beating the actual villain once and for all?” Relani continued, lips twisting in a half-playful, half-regretful smile.

Again, Wynan bobbed her head in agreement, edging back to sit on Meryan’s side.

“I’m guessing lots of people had to bear the tragedy for the story to reach its happy ending,” Wynan concluded, looking at the poor wyrm driven to the edge of ever universe. “And we’re looking at one such innocent lost to the void.”

“Almost lost,” Relani corrected, stroking the wyrm.

At her comforting touch, Léf let out a deep sigh, as if relieved, as if trusting he was somewhere safe.

“Are you sure we can’t keep him?” Meryan half-heartedly attempted the question, not expecting anything from it. “Can we even let him return to his world when he was pretty brutally expelled from it?”

Continuing to pet the wyrm’s smooth scaled, Relani laughed quietly. “I’m sure Léf will be fine back there once he heals. We can only hope that he’ll find a better wizard or mage to bond with, if he ever allows himself to be caught again.”

Yep…as expected.

That was how the story always went. One of them found a helpless animal somewhere (not usually near the universe’s edge, though), they contemplated keeping it, a story of their appearance there was revealed, either mayhem or a realization that it had to return to its world followed, and then all of them went back to their lives missing the animal.

Still…it wasn’t so bad to get attached and maybe try to shift the story just a little, right?

Maybe that’s part of the story, Wynan thought, laughing a little to herself. Tell them we won’t get attached, get attached anyway, learn to let go. And with our life out here, it’s not like we won’t ever see them again.

“YO!”

Following the muffled shout, the door to the empty room housing Léf burst open, revealing a rather frazzled Meluan panting heavily and shouldering a rather large bag. She barely gave a second glance at the large wyrm taking up half of the space and waved her arms frantically at the other women.

“First of all, I’m back. Secondly, I am in need of support,” she gasped out between heavy breaths.

Unfazed, Wynan dryly sighed, “Stop panting. You literally cannot physically get tired in this house.”

At the same time, Relani chuffed and asked, “What did you do, Mel?”

“I’m emotionally tired! And need emotional support!” Meluan protested, her gaze bouncing from Wynan to Relani. “Also, I did nothing! You’re all the ones who forced me to make the library run this time, and unfortunately, the Librarian decided she wanted to tag along so someone please give me emotional support!”

Meryan, who had been laughing at the exchange, hopped up. “I’ll go,” she giggled, taking the large pot of broth with her. “You guys stay here and watch over Léf.”

“Have fun,” Relani saluted, the hand over her mouth not at all covering her mirth.

“And leave the bag behind,” Wynan added, knowing it likely contained the books they’d sent Meluan out to borrow.

Instinctively, Wynan caught the heavy bag immediately thrown at her, smiling at their usually unperturbed housemate looking so clearly bothered. “I’d wish you luck, but you’re just being dramatic,” Wynan called out as Meryan closed the door.

Incensed despite allowing herself to be dragged by Meryan, Meluan grumbled, “The Librarian is in my house! That’s not dramatic at all!”

“She’s not going to bite you in our house,” Wynan heard Meryan reply.

“Uh huh, anyway. What do you mean by having named the wyrm I saw? Or did he come prepacked with one?”

“…well, it hasn’t been long, but…”

Their voices faded away, leaving Relani and Wynan alone with the wyrm who had once been a familiar.

Léf’s quiet presence in the room reminded Wynan of a time long ago when she’d just been Wynan instead of…whatever she was now. That individual had loved dragons and had badly wished her world had them, to keep as a pet or simply just to ride. She’d seen a lot of dragons and creatures in the same genus since that particular Wynan’s childhood fantasy, but she’d hardly ever been able to exist in a room this peacefully with one.

“…it’s always gotta be the pets who can’t stay,” Wynan swore, though she smiled in spite of herself. “I hope Léf has a better story when he returns, at least.” Léf couldn’t be happy here, not with the limited space within their home and such nearness to the end of the universe.

Sending a smile her way, Relani laughed her agreement. “I hope so, too.”

“Kind of a shame his story had to end so tragically, though,” Wynan sighed, thinking idly back on the small tale they’d managed to piece together based on their collective knowledge of narratives and longtime experience. “It seems that in the fights between heroes and villains, there will always be innocents on both sides who will have to die.”

Relani’s brows furrowed in response, but Wynan wasn’t offended, knowing that her sister was merely thinking.

“But,” Wynan continued anyway, chuckling ruefully, “I guess it was like that for all of us, too…the way so many ‘faceless’ characters had to die for our story to continue, right?”

It made her wonder if one day they’d be those in the “faceless crowd” fated to die to advance the story and spur the hero to glory. She hoped not…she was content being the lost story that she was. But if there was one thing she as a reader knew about lost stories, is that there was always someone out there who wanted them found.

“Well, Léf’s story isn’t over yet, is it?” Relani suddenly interrupted Wynan’s musing, her eyes twinkling like veiled stars. “After all, there was someone before the edge to find him and help him recover so he could go back.”

Wynan almost rolled her eyes but found that she couldn’t really contest that statement. “Okay, not wrong. Of course you’d see it like that, though.”

“Oi,” Relani protested, leaning back on her arms, though her lips were still stretched with amusement. “It’s not optimism when it’s just the truth, Wynan. We know better than anyone how even those who have wandered off the edge, those actually lost within the void, have been found. No one is faceless in the end, even if it is true that to each other we can sometimes be mere side characters fated to die.”

Relani sighed, shuffling while still seated to throw an arm around Wynan, who leaned into the warmth offered as they both gazed at Léf’s sleeping form.

“Look…there are people who are mourning for the faceless who had to die to continue the story, aren’t there?” Relani insisted. “And there are going to be people who want to rescue them, too, like we do. But that’d be another story—their story, not the current protagonist’s—to tell.”

The only response Wynan had was to snuggle closer into Relani, suddenly feeling sleepy herself as happened with her (it had nearly given Meryan a heart attack once when she’d found Wynan sleeping inside a closet). Memories burst within her mind from Relani’s words, refutations and arguments as well as evidence and agreements to what her sister had said. How there was always someone in this multiverse that would know of a tragedy and mourn the people lost—that was why they were there for, too—and try and reach out to save them.

Well, Relani’s usually right when in these things, Wynan conceded, feeling her eyes shut. And she’s right in that we’ve always been there to fetch people driven to this point, aren’t we? But I’ll tell her she’s right when I wake up, though. I want to sleep…

The story would still be there when she opened her eyes.

#inklingschallenge #for the words!#lemon duck quacks #because i cannot shut up about symbolism there isn't much in it #but i was really really thinking about how the wikipedia page (heh) said that the children killed are in some place called the first martyr #and while i don't know if I agree exactly. it got me thinking on the nameless innocents who die in stories to show....something #and how jeremiah said 'yeah that'll happen but that isn't the end'#because in the Christian story death is not the end #but that's all #lemon duck tales

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