#lime green dorothy

[thecookieverse]

Cookieverse: Schools

Milkyway Elementary

Known Students

Alfajor Cookie (Inez)

Apple Cookie

Apple Dodger Cookie (Ferb)

Astronaut Food Cookie (Dib Membrane)

Babosa Cookie (Tanis)

Banana Pancake Cookie (Quincy)

Basil Cookie (Buttercup)

Bell Pepper Cookie

Berry Gel Cookie (Sally)

Berry Smoothie Cookie (Keesha)

Bitter Melon Cookie (Violet)

Blackberry Pie Cookie (Schroeder)

Blue Corn Cookie (Boomer)

Blue Taro Cookie (Tim)

Blueberry Kulfi Cookie (Baljeet)

Blueberry Jam Cookie (Lucy)

Burrito Cookie (K.O.)

Candy Bone Cookie (Skid)

Candy Jack Cookie (Ralphie)

Carrot Puff Cookie (Arnold)

Cavatappi Cookie (Frieda)

Champurrado Cookie (Carlos)

Chili Dog Cookie (Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr./Numbuh 2)

Chocolate Swirl Cookie (Jimmy Neutron)

Concord Juice Cookie (Sibella)

Coney Dog Cookie (Winnie)

Cornflower Cookie (Franklin)

Cranberry Flan Cookie (Jackie)

Cream Pie Cookie (Charlotte)

Cucumber Cookie (Dendy)

Daffodil Cookie (Dorothy Ann)

Dandelion Cookie (Jimmy)

Dirt Cake Cookie (Pigpen)

Ditalini Cookie (Leo)

Farfalle Cookie (Annie)

Food Coloring Cookie (Adeleine)

Fruit Punch Cookie (PPG!Brick)

Ghost Pipe Cookie (Phantasma)

Gold Truffle Cookie (Princess Morbucks)

Gouda Cookie (Buford)

Green Bean Cookie (Phoebe)

Hokey Pokey Cookie (Wallabee Beetles/Numbuh 4)

Honeydew Cookie (Elsa Frankenteen)

Key Lime Cookie (Cyberchase!Matt)

Lemon Gel Cookie (Charlie Brown)

Marshmallow Bunny Cookie (Panini)

Matcha Choco Cookie (Kuki Sanban/Numbuh 3)

Mellowcreme Pumpkin Cookie (Pump)

Mint Cream Cookie (Peppermint Patty)

Mochi Cookie (Wanda)

Nori Cookie (Butch)

Oleander Cookie (Grim Adventures!Mandy)

Orchid Cookie (June)

Pink Lemonade Cookie (Blossom)

Pixy Powder Cookie (Timmy Turner)

Pudding Pop Cookie (Chowder)

Pumpkin Brownie Cookie (Marcie)

Raspberry Jam Cookie (Linus)

Salsa Chip Cookie (Phineas)

Salted Caramel Cookie (Abigail Lincoln/Numbuh 5)

Soda Bread Cookie (Fanny Fulbright/Numbuh 86)

Soft Serve Cookie (Funkin Dusk)

Strawberry Fool Cookie (Nigel Uno/Numbuh 1)

Sufganiyah Cookie (Isabella)

Sugar Cookie (Bubbles)

Star Jelly Cookie (Zim)

Tangelo Cookie (Billy)

Tangerine Tanghulu Cookie

Vieux Lille Cookie (Sarah)

Walnut Cookie

Former Students

Five-Layer Cookie (DCFDTL); were kidnapped and brainglazed by Black Olive Cookie (Father)

Tarator Cookie (Vendetta); Expelled for horrific bullying and her dessert monster creations hurting other students. Also the incident where she tried to take over the school on show-and-tell day. That too.

Known Faculty

Beacon Apple Cookie (Bea Spells-A-Lot, part-time tutor)

Gelatin Cookie (Edd/Double D, part-time science tutor)

Honeycrisp Apple Cookie (Ms. Frizzle, teacher)

McIntosh Red Cookie (Will Wedgewood/Wonder-Red; teacher)

Nigiri Cookie (Makoto Nijima, part-time tutor)

Orange Pippin Cookie (Ms. Keene, teacher)

Sucrose Junior High

Known Students

Apple Pie Cookie (Paula Polestar)

Beacon Apple Cookie (Bea Spells-A-Lot)

Blueberry Churro Cookie (Frida Suarez)

Bratwurst Cookie (Rolf)

Camembert Cookie (Ed)

Candy Jewel Cookie (Jewel Sparkles)

Caprese Salad Cookie (Kevin)

Chocolate Truffle Cookie (Trixie Carter)

Circus Peanut Cookie (Peanut Big Top)

Custard Doughnut Cookie (Jeff Andonuts)

Ergot Cookie (Hotaru Tomoe/Sailor Saturn)

Fish Stick Cookie (Lee Kanker)

Garlic Cookie (EW!Dawn)

Gelatin Cookie (Edd/Double D)

Granola Cookie (Jonny)

Grape Jam Cookie (Mabel)

Gum Scrap Cookie (Ness)

Jawbreaker Cookie (Eddy)

Lanatus Dragon Cookie (Jake Long)

Lemon Swirl Cookie (Lucas)

Limburger Cookie (May Kanker)

Mashed Potato Cookie (Marie Kanker)

Orange Swirl Cookie (Claus)

Passion Fruit Cookie (Nazz)

Peanut Butter Cookie (Dipper)

Pork Rind Cookie (Porky Minch)

Prickly Pear Cookie (Kumatora)

Rocket Pop Cookie (Dot Starlight)

Russet Potato Cookie (Arthur “Spud” Spudinski)

Spaghetti Marinara Cookie (Spot Splatter Splash)

Sprinkle Cookie (Crumbs Sugar Cookie)

Valerian Cookie (Pillow Featherbed)

Whipped Cocoa Cookie (Mittens Fluff 'N' Stuff)

White Truffle Cookie (Pacifica Northwest)

Yellow Lily Cookie (Rose)

Fructose High School

Known Students

Ackee Fruit Cookie (Monika)

Apple Cider Cookie (Applejack)

Beef Bowl Cookie (Yu Narukami)

Berry Soda Cookie (Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury)

Blackberry Cheesecake Cookie (Totally Spies!Mandy)

Black Currant Cookie (Raven)

Black Rose Cookie (Sam Manson)

Buffalo Sauce Cookie (Randy Cunningham)

California Roll Cookie (Naoto Shirogane)

Candy Ring Cookie (Rarity)

Chamomile Cookie (Yuri)

Chocolate Crepe Cookie (Ann Takamaki)

Clam Cookie (Cyborg)

Confetti Cake Cookie (Pinkie Pie)

Cordyceps Cookie (Shawn)

Coriander Cookie (Starfire)

Creme Sandwich Cookie (Danny Fenton/Phantom)

Curly Fry Cookie (Howard Weinerman)

Curry Cookie (Futaba Sakura)

Gala Apple Cookie (Sammy)

Gateau Cookie (Vanessa)

Gummy Fish Cookie (Lagoona Blue)

Haricot Vert Cookie (Jean-Sebastian Renault/Wonder-Green)

Hero Cookie

Jelly Worm Cookie (Ghoulia Yelps)

Kale Cookie (Robin)

Katsu Sando Cookie (Akira Kurusu/Joker)

Kumquat Cookie (Leshawna)

Lemon Mint Cookie (Frankie Stein)

Marshmallow Pie Cookie (Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon)

Manju Cookie (Yukiko Amagi)

Meat Bun Cookie (Ryuji Sakamoto)

Melopita Cookie (Cleo de Nile)

MRE Cookie (TD!Brick)

Myrtle Cookie (Minako Aino/Sailor Venus)

Nanaimo Bar Cookie (Owen)

Nigiri Cookie (Makoto Nijima)

Orange Blossom Cookie (Zoey)

Orange Creme Cookie (Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton)

Orzo Cookie (Mike)

Pansy Cookie (Fluttershy)

Papanași Cookie (Mariana Kretzulesco/Wonder-Pink)

Pepperoni Pizza Cookie (Geoff)

Pink Licorice Cookie (Draculaura)

Pizza Cookie

Pizza Pocket Cookie (Total Drama!Sam)

Poppy Seed Cookie (Clover)

Potato Stew Cookie (Yosuke Hanamura)

Protein Bar Cookie (Tyler)

Purple Tea Cookie (Sierra)

Red Delicious Cookie (Amy)

Ruby Choco Cookie (Sayori)

Salsa Cookie (Candace)

Samosa Cookie (Noah)

Sandwich Cookie

Seaweed Brownie Cookie (Bridgette)

Shaved Ice Cookie (Abbey Bominable)

Sour Straw Cookie (Tucker Foley)

Some Total Drama contestants (Excluding Biscuit Cookie/Ezekiel, obviously.)

Sports Drink Cookie (Rainbow Dash)

Steak Cookie (Chie Satonaka)

Strawberry Cupcake Cookie (Natsuki)

Tin Cookie (Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter)

Toaster Tart Cookie (Harold)

Tofu Cookie (Beast Boy)

Vegemite Cookie (TD!Jasmine)

Veggie Chip Cookie (Totally Spies!Sam)

Vichyssoise Cookie (Rise Kujikawa)

Watermelon Snake Cookie (Deuce Gorgon)

Wolfsbane Cookie (Clawdeen Wolf)

Wonton Cookie (Alex)

Yakitori Cookie (Kanji Tatsumi)

Former Students

Cobalt Cookie (Scarlett; Expelled after it was discovered that she was trying to recruit students to the Cookies of Darkness)

Dagwood Sandwich Cookie (Norville “Shaggy” Rogers; graduated)

Deviled Egg Cookie (Fred Jones; graduated)

Sweet Potato Cookie (Velma Dinkley; graduated)

Toxic Sludge Cookie (Izzy; expelled due to her crazy antics)

Patisserie Academy

A high-end private high school.

Known Students

Buttered Pancake Cookie (Goro Akechi)

Champagne Cookie (Mitsuru Kirijo)

Chicken Salad Cookie (Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus)

Coffee Crisp Cookie (Cody)

Fruit Salad Cookie (Haru Okumura)

Galette Cookie (Lindsay)

Jagariko Cookie (Yusuke Kitagawa)

Loco Moco Cookie (Justin)

Rose Water Cookie (Senpai/Kenji Sakubara)

Saba Sashimi Cookie (Michiru Kaiou/Sailor Neptune)

Saffron Cookie (Alejandro)

Sashimi Cookie (Heather)

Tuxedo Cake Cookie (Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask)

Watercress Cookie (Dakota)

Former Students

Blueberry Cheesecake Cookie (Daphne Blake; graduated)

Sugarcane Academy

A university/college

Known Students

Black Rice Cookie (Krishna Ramanujon/Wonder Black)

Blackthorn Cookie (Faith Fernandez)

Blueberry Tart Cookie (Vicky Schmidt)

Calla Lily Cookie (Joy Johnson-Johijima)

Cherry Pepper Cookie (Amira Rashid)

Cypress Cookie (Setsuna Meiou/Sailor Pluto)

Elderberry Cookie (Oz)

Filius Blue Cookie (Dahlia Aquino)

Ghost Pepper Cookie (Damien LeVey)

Gummy Hoop Cookie (Gogo)

Henbane Cookie (Hope Halko)

Ikasumi Pasta Cookie (Zoe)

Keema Cookie (Aaravi Mishra)

Maki Roll Cookie (Hiro Hamada)

Potato Chip Cookie (Scott Howl)

Purple Kale Cookie (Liam de Lioncourt)

Rafflesia Cookie (Brian Yu)

Saltwater Taffy Cookie (Miranda Vanderbilt)

Sour Snake Cookie (Vera Oberlin)

Taco Cookie (Fred Frederickson IV)

Vodka Cookie (Polly Geist)

Yuzu Cookie (Honey Lemon)

Zucchini Cookie (Wasabi)

Former Students

Slushie Cookie (Boyfriend/Jacob; Dropped out)

Parfaedia Institute

An all-ages magic school set in the city of Parfaedia

Known Students

Acai Cookie (Twilight Sparkle)

Bay Laurel Cookie (TD!Dawn)

Clerodendrum Cookie (Musa)

Coralline Algae Cookie (Tecna)

Cream Puff Cookie

Fruity Puff Cookie (Leonard)

Nasturtium Cookie (Bloom)

Prune Juice Cookie

Sunflower Cookie (Stella)

Tulip Cookie (Flora)

Water Lily Cookie (Aisha)

Known Faculty

Almond Cookie (Preventing Magical Accidents & Mishaps professor)

Capricious Wizard (Substitute Teacher)

Eclair Cookie (History professor)

Espresso Cookie (Theorems of Coffee Magic professor)

Latte Cookie (Entry-Level Magic Circles professor)

Parfaedia Principal (Principal)

Former Students

Ackee Fruit Cookie (Monika, transferred to Fructose High)

Honeycrisp Apple Cookie (Ms. Frizzle, graduated)

Mistletoe Cookie (Icy, expelled)

Nightshade Cookie (Darcy, dropped out)

Prune Cookie (Yzma; graduated… Somehow… in her youth)

Zephyr Lily Cookie (Stormy, dropped out)

Scovilla

An all-ages school situated in Dragon's Valley

Known Students

Capsaicin Cookie 

Jalapeño Cookie (Duncan)

Kimchi Cookie (Scott)

Known Faculty

Scovillia Headmaster (Headmaster)

Former Students

Mala Sauce Cookie (Graduated)

Buffalo Sauce Cookie (Randy Cunningham; transferred to Fructose High)

Sriracha Cookie (Chef Hatchet; Graduated)

Creme Knights Academy

A paladin/knight school situated in the Creme Republic

Known Students

Kouign-Amann Cookie

Known Faculty

Creme Knights Preceptor (Premier)

Former Students

Financier Cookie (Graduated)

Madeleine Cookie (Graduated)

MRE Cookie (TD!Brick; Transferred to Fructose High due to being bullied for his fear of the dark)

Snowbell Academy

An academy for cookies who wish to become holiday cookies

Known Students

Stollen Cookie

Strawberry Cream Cookie

#cookieverse #cookie run

[limbusrailway]

PINNED POST INTRO

I am Ace! (They/Them) I’m a funny little writer, I like classic lit, Limbus launched and I got into Project Moon. We will see if this blog maintains ANY sort of consistent activity.

My Limbus Company friend code is S359631343 - I try to keep units relatively leveled and have my favorite/most powerful of each sinner up in their respective number slot. If you know me via discord or somewhere else just message me and I’m willing to swap out IDs and EGO and the like to meet needs!

Favorite Sinners are Sinclair, Meursault, Rodya, Yi Sang, Faust, Hong Lu, and Gregor because everyone like Gregor that’s the law. But I generally enjoy everyone!!

General info on my “bus” of fansinners underneath the cut.

Limbus OC content generally under the tag “LCR (limbus company railway)”

Individual Sinner/Character Tags for this blog:

Yi Sang - make friends with crows

Faust - faust is quite gay

Don Quixote - ONWARD BRAVE KNIGHT

Ryoushuu - B.L.E.E.D. (Big Lesbian Energy Extra Debauchery)

Meursault - MEURSAULTS TITS

Hong Lu - poor little rich boy

Heathcliff - hes gonna clobber ya

Ishmael - fishmael

Rodion - gambling addiction

Sinclair - cheepcheep

Outis - outism moment

Gregor - *scuttling noises*

Dante - tiktok

Vergilius - oh no hes giving me THE LOOK--

Charon - the wheels on the bus go crunch crunch crunch

Sinner #1 (23) - Kai

Source: The Snow Queen (Hans Christen Andersen)

Color: Beau Blue (BCD4E6)

Icon: A Snowflake  

Weapon: Virkelighed (Danish; "Reality") [Unique knife designed for slashing, blade loops around the fingers of a fist much like brass knuckles.]

E.G.O.: The Devil's Mirror

Sinner #2 (24) - Pan

Source: Peter Pan (J. M. Barrie)

Color: Forest Green (0B6623)

Icon: Panpipes & a Feather

Weapon: Youth [Short sword.]

E.G.O.: Second Star to the Right

Sinner #3 (25) - Dorothy

Source: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (L. Frank Baum)

Color: Ruddy Blue (76ABDF)

Icon: The Silver Slippers

Weapon: Home [A hammer.]

E.G.O.: Over the Rainbow

Sinner #4 (26) - Orpheus

Source: Greek Myth

Color: Bone (E7DECC) 

Icon: A Lyre.

Weapon: Μούσα (Greek; "Muse") [A guitar.]

E.G.O.: Don’t Look Back

Sinner #5 (27) - Aino

Source: The Kalevala (The National Epic of Finland)

Color: Arsenic (3B444B) 

Icon: A Fish.

Weapon: Neitsyt (Finnish; "Maiden") [A whip.]

E.G.O.: Moonmaid’s Silver, Sunmaid’s Gold

Sinner #6 (28) - Charles Wallace

Source: A Wrinkle In Time (Madeleine L'Engle)

Color: Pastel Pink (FFD1DC) 

Icon: A ringed planet.

Weapon: Tesseract [A flail.]

E.G.O.: Something New

Sinner #7 (29) - Hallward

Source: The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

Color: Teal (48AAAD) 

Icon: A painter’s palette.

Weapon: Worship [A staff.]

E.G.O.: Portrait of the Artist

Sinner #9 (31) - Momo

Source: Momo or The Gray Men (Michael Ende)

Color: Ochre (CC7722)

Icon: A blossoming flower.

Weapon: Zeit (German; "Time") [Armor.]

E.G.O.: The Hour Blossoms

Sinner #10 (32) - Candide

Source: Candide (Voltaire)

Color: Eminence (6C3082) 

Icon: A two-sided mask, reminiscent of that of comedy and tragedy.

Weapon: Pire (French; "Worst") [A rapier.]

E.G.O.: Everything Is Best

Sinner #11 (33) - Billy Pilgrim

Source: Slaughterhouse 5 (Kurt Vonnegut)

Color: Ruby (900603) 

Icon: A broken clock.

Weapon: Poo-tee-weet [A shotgun.]

E.G.O.: Unstuck in Time

Sinner #12 (34) - Darcy

Source: Pride & Prejudice (Jane Austen)

Color: Yale Blue (00356B) 

Icon: A coin & ring.

Weapon: Pride [Throwing knives.]

E.G.O.: Lost Forever

Sinner #13 (35) - Riviera

Source: Neuromancer (William Gibson)

Color: Lime (AEF359) 

Icon: A syringe.

Weapon: Chrome [Claws.]

E.G.O.: Millions of Illusions

Sinner #8 [30] MANAGER - Alice

Source: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (Lewis Carrol)

GUIDE - Lily / The White Queen

Source: Through the Looking-Glass (Lewis Carrol)

E.G.O.: Lost Daughter

DRIVER - Nemo

Source: 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (Jules Verne)

#limbus #limbus company #project moon #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #my ocs #LCR (limbus company railway) #fansinners #ace writes #limbus oc

[mackerelphones]

The Road to Oz, Book Five of the Oz Series

“PLEASE, miss,” said the shaggy man, “can you tell me the road to Butterfield?” (13)

Together with John R. Neill’s almost ghostly illustration, this makes for a striking start to The Road to Oz, the fifth installment of the Oz series. This is the fourth of my posts about the original sequels to The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and I recommend reading each of the ones that preceded it. Sorry for giving you homework, but this will make some of my commentary below will make more sense. And they’re interesting posts in their own right.

Each Oz book is, physically, an art object. Uniquely, The Road to Oz has no color illustrations. Instead, in the first edition of 1909, the text and pen drawings are printed directly onto colored paper, so that the book has a rainbow pattern, from yellow, to violet to light green to lime green to orange to brownish green to neon green to brown.

There is no clear meaning to the points at which the page color shifts. It makes for a highly unique volume, physically, and alludes to the character of the rainbow girl Polychrome, a sky-fairy like those Dorothy glimpses in Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz.

These photos demonstrate the effect of the text and drawings on colored paper. This edition is apparently the first reprinting to reintroduce the original colors. While this accounts for the lack of full-color drawings, Neill lavishes his pen artwork with exquisite detail.

The Cowardly Lion pets his old friend, Toto. Neill now draws the Lion wearing spectacles and, on the copyright page, a rather haughty monocle.

Neill crams in the Wizard, Toto, Dorothy, Button-Bright, Polychrome, the Tin Woodman, the Scarecrow, and our beloved Jack Pumpkinhead. They are not all in the palace yet on the point at which this picture appears, but it is lovely all the same.

On page 163, the Tin Woodman has a tin statue of Dorothy “just as she had first appeared in the Land of Oz” (162), as well as of Toto. Amusingly, Neill draws the statues to look exactly like Denslow’s illustrations, so his Dorothy contemplates the previous illustrator’s.

In previous Oz novels, every chapter heading has received a unique illustration. That is true in The Road to Oz as well, except that the tiny unique drawing, always a portrait of a character, fits within one of two designs that alternate each chapter. The first of these is a sort of Ozite cartouche containing a portrait of a character.

The above is a chapter heading illustration. And, for comparison,

Isn’t it shaped like the front of a thong???! That is my first thought! 😅

This ornament alternates with a disturbing design in which a ghostly ring of merry children’s disembodied heads surrounds the unique illustration. The way they are chained together makes me think of some horrible monster by NFT salesman Ito Junji (probably the thing in “My Dear Ancestors”). Did people actually find this cute in 1909, or did Neill just not realize it was creepy?

Continuing the pattern began in Ozma of Oz, Dorothy does not have an adventure in Oz but has an adventure in reaching it. The plot this time around is that while out in Kansas one day, Dorothy meets a vagrant, the shaggy man. He asks for directions to Butterfield (I suppose the town in Missouri?), where there is a man who owes him fifteen cents, and abducts Toto while Dorothy is putting on her sunbonnet. This means that when Dorothy and the shaggy man find themselves walking down the road and ending up in fairyland, Toto is once again with them. Bizarrely, Toto yet again never talks, unlike every other animal in fairyland. Rather, Toto busies himself being aggressive and attacking most other creatures, though Toto’s bad disposition might not be a surprise considering that he leads a rough life: Uncle Henry whips him for chasing the chickens (155). A bit of a chicken-and-egg situation (pun intended).

Between Toto and Eureka, Dorothy’s pets are menaces. That bumble bee is clearly a person!

Following what turns out to be the road to Oz (an accurate title for once), Dorothy and the shaggy man also pick up a pigheaded young boy named Button-Bright, who does little but indicate he doesn’t know anything, and the aforementioned Polychrome, the Rainbow’s Daughter, who slid off the rainbow when she got dancing too near its curved side. They learn, from the towns along the road, that Ozma is a renowned person throughout fairyland and that her birthday is coming up. All the monarchs want to attend. (Ozma’s birthday is 21 August. Mark your calendars.) Along the way, Button-Bright’s head is magicked into a fox head, and the shaggy man’s into a donkey head. But once the four cross the Deadly Desert on a “sand-boat,” they reach the Truth Pond in the Country of the Winkies, which transforms Button-Bright and the shaggy man back to normal. From there, Ozma reveals she is responsible for warping Dorothy into fairyland to attend her birthday. “I thought I should have to use the Magic Belt to save you and transport you to the Emerald City,” says Ozma. She continues, “But the shaggy man was able to help you out both times, so I did not interfere” (204). Then many, many fantastical guests attend Ozma’s birthday, there is a feast and music, the Wizard performs tricks, Button-Bright heads home, Polychrome returns to the rainbow, and Ozma warps Dorothy and Toto, in their sleep, back to the former’s bedroom in Kansas.

You can read the rest of the post, including a bit of literary analysis (oooohhh), right here. I would appreciate it if you could share this post around, if you happen to see it and enjoy it.

#oz #road to oz #wizard of oz #dorothy #baum

[jellyheadwriting]

hi hi!! might i request a noel levine imagine of just fluff? perhaps with some angst, since... it is noel 👀

Hello!! Thank you for your request... (o˘◡˘o) I hope this was the sort of thing you had in mind...!

the hydra (noel x GN demon reader)

The Witch Dorothy’s mansion was often filled with many interesting characters… Humans with colorful backgrounds, and Hater Demons such as yourself, operating within the underbelly of the cursed building. Among these figures, you had one special friend…

Noel Levine, a fellow demon. But to you, he was an angel like no other.

You tried as often as you could to bring him happiness, and comfort… You shielded him from Lime and the other demons as much as you could, whisking him away during select hours of the long days and nights, and bringing him to your special fantasy space.

Tonight was one of those nights, the low level demons in Hell were being especially hostile to him during the daytime hours, and Noel just looked positively hopeless… You approached him, extending one of your hands to him and trying to give him your best and warmest smile.

“Oh… Hello there,” his voice was dry, he had not spoken a word all throughout the day.

Your heart twinged, and you leaned down to help him up off of the floor where he sat. You asked him if he wanted to come with you tonight to your secret place, and he nodded slowly. After making sure you weren’t being followed, you led him there just like always.

It was truly a beautiful and peaceful place… There were fields upon fields of soft, green grass underneath a brilliant blue night sky, filled with stars that you hung up just for Noel’s sake. A large plaid baby blue picnic blanket was laid out, with a large and heavy constellations book on it waiting to be opened by him. Its cover was full of intricate and lovely carvings, like a grimoire from a fairy tale. In this place, it was perpetually Spring, one of the best seasons for star-gazing, and the season with the most pleasant breezes.

When the two of you arrived, you helped him out of his blue coat, folding it with care and setting it into one of the corners of the picnic blanket. You both then took a seat right next to each other, your hand instinctively reaching out to rub his back comfortingly. He took in a big shaky breath, and then looked up at that starry sky, the wind dreamily gracing his face, washing away his prior anxiety.

Then, suddenly, his features lit up with excitement. He scrambled to open his big book of constellations, flipping through the pages like someone opening their christmas present. When he arrived at his desired page, he smiled brightly, and turned the book in your direction, pointing a finger up at the sky, directing your gaze to a huge constellation.

“Hydra is out tonight, please, take a look..! It’s so beautiful…!”

You smiled, studying the contents of the book, and once again tilting your head up to look at the stars. It was certainly beautiful as he said, but you were enjoying his smiling face the most. You asked him to please tell you about the Hydra. His eye twinkled at your request, and he got straight to work.

“Well… The most notable thing about the Hydra is that it is the largest constellation in our sky. It is located south of the constellation Cancer, and its tail lies in between Centaurus and Libra… To my knowledge, it is not just associated with the Lernean Hydra, the immortal water snake with nine heads. It is also associated with the story of Apollo, The Crow, and The Water Snake…!”

You watched him, the love visible in your face as he rambled on… Your hand moved on its own, inching over to his free one while he spoke. You let your fingers slide over the top side of his hand, and he suddenly stopped talking, alerting you instantly. His eye was now fixated on both of your hands instead of the Hydra, his cheeks turning a dusty pink. He wasn’t brave enough to ask if you were meaning to do that, or what you meant by it… Instead he shyly looked up to meet your gaze, his many questions plain as day in his body language.

You apologized, asking him if he wanted you to stop.

“Um… No, I… That’s okay, I think… Please, do what you like.”

You could tell how hard it was for him to get that sentence out. You interlock your fingers with his, your palms now flush together. He breathed in sharply through his nose at this sign of affection. The sun timidly turned away from the moon, hoping it did not notice how brightly it burned inside… His hand was just a little bit sweaty.

You cut into the silence, asking if he would like to lay down together so that you could both better see the stars. His surprise was the only thing that gave him courage to look your way again, and he struggled for a moment, before simply and quietly whispering.

“Okay…”

The book was set to the side, and your backs met with the soft blanket, cushioned by the pillowy grass below. Your hands were still locked tightly, and you couldn’t help but steal more glances at the pretty man who laid beside you. His skin and bright hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, he truly looked ethereal. You thought you were being sneaky about your ogling, but he soon turned to face you with an expression like he was aware that you were looking at him, and he was embarrassed about it.

“Um… Can I ask you something?” He asked, and you told him to go ahead. “Why… Why are you so kind to me? It’s very strange, you know… The other demons are so much different than you. You don’t seem like you should have ended up here, in this miserable place… “

You stared at him languidly, not wanting to talk about things such as your nature, or why you became a demon. You decided to ignore those hidden parts of his question.

“I’m kind to you because you deserve kindness, Noel… And also… Just because I like you.”

His lips parted, and then shut tight. He turned his head in the opposite direction… You could see the tips of his ears still, and they were bright red. He didn’t dare ask how you meant what you said. He couldn’t, not just yet…

So, you both laid hand in hand for a long while, slowly slipping back into your usual conversation… He told you a little more about the Hydra, and its surrounding constellation, and you made sure to listen to him earnestly. After a while of more comfortable silence, he spoke up, his voice as soft as a feather.

“Thank you… For this time we share. I really do not know what I would do without it…”

You tell him that your moments together are just as precious to you.

Noel leans in closer to you bravely, clutching your hand with the anxiety that always came as time passed, and he realized that this moment couldn’t last forever…

#noel levine x reader #gn reader #reader is a hater demon :) #i hope that is okay with you anon! #just wanted to write some hater love and solidarity #god knows the demons in witchs heart could use a bit of normalcy in their lives #fluff #angst

[qiangweirosa]

elegant

" Noel invites Claire to his college's prom event.

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noelclaire week day 2: elegant + prom + suit/dress "

relationships: noel/claire, claire & zizel, claire & lime & charlotte, claire & lime, claire & charlotte tws: none wc: 889 extra: set in my modern au, can be read as a standalone + collab with @mfychl !

read on ao3!

“They’re hosting a prom event at college. I’m pretty sure they’re allowing us to bring external people. Don’t ask me about the details though, I skimmed through it.”

Wilardo had told her the other day, when he came to get his drink at the shop. So when Claire received a text from Noel inviting her to said prom event, she wasn’t surprised - flattered, and happy, but not surprised -, and immediately accepted. 

However, going to an event like that had one major hurdle that she needed to overcome: her outfit. 

Claire had a lot of beautiful outfits, but none of them qualified as something prom-worthy. So here she was, on her bed, sighing and pouting as she tried to figure out what to wear. 

As she was still moping over her troubles, Zizel sighed beside her and put down her cup of tea, bringing her attention to Claire. 

“If it’s troubling you that much, why not just go shopping for new dresses? That way you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

Claire pouted more, her gaze now turned to Zizel. She pondered silently for a moment before protesting. 

“Going shopping on my own is boring…”

And Claire swore that if looks could kill, she would be dead by now from the way Zizel deadpanned at her. She gave a nervous chuckle, trying to ease the tension. 

Zizel sighed once more. 

“I don’t think Lime or Charlotte would ever turn down an opportunity to go shopping. Ask one of them. Or both of them, if you’re willing to do that.”

Claire sat up in a flash, her face suddenly brighter. Why hadn’t she thought of that!

And so here she was, on a Wednesday afternoon, walking between shops and gawking at every pretty outfit she saw, with Lime and Charlotte trailing beside her. The three of them went through countless shops, trying on all kinds of dresses and other clothes, trying to see which one looked the best. While her two friends each had a few bags already, Claire still hadn’t found the perfect dress her mind was envisioning for her prom evening with Noel. 

The sun was already setting by the time they walked into yet another shop, and Claire’s eyes settled on a dress that looked exactly how she imagined it. Her eyes sparkled; she immediately grabbed it to try it on. 

A few hours later and Claire was back in her room, admiring her newly acquired dress; a beautiful light pink shade, short sleeves and the matching gloves that reached up to her elbows. The dress came with matching hair ribbons; she made sure to keep them somewhere she wouldn’t forget about them. 

The prom was set to be two days later, on Friday evening. Claire put on her dress and fixed up her appearance, wanting to look as good as possible for the event - and Noel. She was then dropped off at the college by Lady Dorothy. 

She felt a little lost through the large buildings, but thankfully the way to the venue was well indicated. She walked into the large room; probably the gymnasium, she assumed, but it was heavily decorated for the occasion and definitely looked fitting. 

Her hands gripped the gown of her dress to avoid tripping, and she walked through the crowd of unfamiliar people, looking around for her date.

Suddenly, it felt as if the world had come to a stop as her eyes locked onto a green one. Noel looked stunning - a mostly white outfit, with a tall collar and a row of buttons. His hands were hidden beneath white gloves, and his outfit greatly highlighted his natural beauty. He looked as if he was glowing, and Claire wouldn’t have minded if this was the last thing she saw in her life. 

She watched his face light up as he saw her, a seemingly similar feeling swirling through his mind, and he rushed towards her. She walked towards him too, and they stopped once they were standing right in front of each other, closer enough for Claire to be able to see every single detail of Noel’s face. 

“You look beautiful.”

She smiled. 

“So do you! That outfit looks amazing on you!”

He smiled back. 

They stood there for a few moments, Claire finding herself unable to move or to speak, entranced by Noel, until he reached a hand out towards her, the other one folded behind his back and lightly bowing towards her. A blush tinted his cheeks. 

“Would you care for a dance, Claire?”

She felt her heartbeat quicken, placing her hand in Noel’s and pulling him up and towards her. Their hands naturally found their places; hers on his shoulder, his on her waist, and they stood chest to chest as they started moving to the music. 

“I would love to.”

Their eyes never left each other as they danced, even as Noel twirled Claire around and dipped her down. On one such occasion, when he pulled her back up, she leant up and kissed him, a simple peck on his lips that left her grinning with joy, but broke their momentum. Noel froze in place, his face quickly turning red, and she giggled upon seeing his reaction. He cleared his throat and looked away, stammering, and tried to regain his composure. 

How cute. Her Noel really was adorable. 

#my ao3 works #witchs heart #noel levine #claire elford #noelclaire #noelclaire week 2023

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“Welcome to our Dorothys... Danielle!” (x)

#yes the first two aren't in the correct order #but it looks nicer like this #and they're from the same week so it's fine #she always looks so happy and excited #the finale is missing because they didn't do the introduction thing there #and they only did it in the first results show #which the first gif is from #lime green dorothy #I'm so happy she won #danielle wade #danie wade #over the rainbow #over the rainbow canada #MyGif

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REVELATIONS, REVELATIONS | UPDATE #1

Hello y’all! I refuse to believe it’s been 3 and a half months since I last made an update post for this novel because time is not real :) whoops! This has actually been sat in my drafts for like a month though 

A rundown of things that happened: 

We have a new title! I already went into the meta and possible interpretations (it’s ~ambiguous~), so if you want you can read about that HERE.

I did 3 weeks of Nano and wrote 15k words! On the site I recorded 15053 but I think it was more 15.5k? I’ve edited the original doc now so idk but I’m v happy with that!

After that I took a break and a lot of Life Things happened re a certain pandemic that is taking :) all my motivation :) so I didn’t return to drafting until January. I also really struggled to progress with the story and decided the best thing was to revisit what I already had and work on that

It’s not that the original chapters weren’t working, I was just trying to understand the story for the first time and also Nano was such a hazy blur and I’m 99% sure November didn’t happen. I probably won’t revisit a section this intensely again until I’ve finished the draft but at this stage it really helped because the more I worked on it, the more I understood where it had to go next - I know the structure (for now), the basics for the middle and how the story ends :) hehe :) and I don’t think I’d had those revelations (aha) without revisiting this first part. I got to fall in love with the story all over again and I’m very happy with where it’s going!

This intro is already getting so long so I’m just going to jump straight into it because this update is LONG. I’m talking about all the chapters today even though not all of them are new, but since I’ve learnt a lot about them and this is officially update #1 post-nano, it makes sense to talk about all of them! I’m also going to do a new taglist because I see this as a new set of updates also I am awful at keeping up with taglists so! I’m just tagging friends who have already expressed interest + mutuals who I’m like 99% sure want to stay on so! please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed! 

@kowlazovdi​ @isherwoodj​ @avi-burton-writing​ @pamsdrabbles​ @ryns-ramblings​ @kitblogsthings​ @svpphicwrites​ @aetherwrites​ @radiomacbeth​ @bijouxs​ @writerlywonders​ @haldimilks​ @alicewestwater​ @piyawrites​ @coffeeandcalligraphy​ @shaelinwrites​

usual content warnings for religious trauma and cult discussion, specific CWs will come before excerpts!

So I’m currently working with four parts, and I’ve extended the timeline from one year to four years. This suits the story much better BUT pretty much everything here was written before that decision and I do not have the energy to restructure all of it right now :) Each part is split into two sections, one for each POV. So four parts, 8 sections, Felix and Dorothy get four sections each. I let the structure grow with the story but this one is working very well!

Also I started setting my pages to light green and it was LIFE CHANGING. Much kinder on the eyes and just looks so nice?? Calming?? This post is your sign to set your page colour to light green like LOOK

So we have a prologue now!! The story made a lot more sense once I added this because originally the information we learn was just shoehorned into Chapter 1 in a flashback when really we needed to know this information going into it. That being said I struggled with this for a bit just because to justify a prologue I need that information to be conveyed in a way that is completely unique to the rest of the narrative so I didn’t want to just write this as a flashback. I ended up writing it in 2nd person and it came out in a way where it’s not clear which twins POV it is? Like it’s more of a fusion of both of them where neither of them have their own individual identity beyond “the twins” yet. I can’t tell if this is my funky POV peak or a clarity nightmare but I like it! I want it to only be ~500 words so we can take the risk.

In this they’re fourteen and they do a “blood pact” as a way to symbolically cut themselves from their family (aka: their father) whilst they’re still tethered to it. I really love it because not only is it exactly what these slightly unhinged-but-havent-tapped-into-it-yet, co-dependent-and-dont-realise-it kids would do but it immediately brings up the question of family and what family actually is. I’ve also realised a huge idea in this story is the idea of the tangible and for them, the concept of family and blood isn’t tangible so they struggle to recognise its significance (not that it. has any for them in the first place.) but their relationship, seeing each other bleed and pressing the cuts together is. The writing itself is kinda wonky because of the whole funky clarity nightmare POV but here’s a little taste of the ending:

cw: blood

You’ll slink back into your family room to clean and plaster each other’s hands and you’ll ask yourselves: which bloodstains came from who? Who bled the most and who stopped first? Who will come up with the story for the cuts on your palms and who will dispose the bloodied towel? Who is Dorothy without Felix and who is Felix without Dorothy?

Shiny new first chapter! Originally this was in Dorothy’s POV but now it’s switched to Felix and instead of just showing their reunion (which turns out is....very anticlimactic and not appropriate for an opening lol??) we actually explore Felix’s thoughts an actions after he decides to escape the cult, which was a very impulsive decision and spans about a day and a half. This one is definitely gonna take a few drafts to get right because it’s such a delicate but intense event to write and I’m content with the fact that it’s not There Yet but the prose is! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and it really helped me get back into the swing of loving this story. There’s something very delicate about it but also very troubling under the surface. The opening gave me a lot of trouble, but the first line hits!

The day Felix decides to leave the sun glows the same, and the pine trees breathe the same, and the chapel cross stabs the sky the same. 

Ironically, a good chunk of the chapter happens outside the cult, as Felix decides to spend his final day taking Lola - a woman his age who is literally the only person he likes lmao - to one of the nearby towns. Whilst the main function of the chapter is to introduce the cult itself, it’s also to show how normalised leaving actually is - it’s just every time he’s left has been temporary, and every time he has left, he still feel separated from this “outside world”. They go to a candy store and a thrift store - where Felix lies about his mom (who he hasn’t seen in 20 years) being in hospital so he can use a phone :) Lola is a new character so I don’t have much to say on her, but all I can say is they are wlw and mlm solidarity but also she knows how to read him 

“I don’t know why Dotty and I loved this place so much - we always got  toothaches.”

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

“These apple ones are nice, but I think the lime is my favourite. Do you think the apple or the lime is nicer?”

“I think you’re leaving, but I also think you’re scared, so you’re pretending that I’m going to leave with you and that’s why you wanted to go to town. You chose the candy shop because this is where you went the first time you left, but this time you’re not coming back. Does that scare you, Fel?”

And here is my favourite paragraph in the whole chapter because <3 what the fuck <3 and if pine trees are a key Felix symbol no they aren’t 👁️ yes they are

cw: falling out a window? pushing yourself out a window? description of bones breaking

The day Felix decides the leave, when the clouds bleed amber, he pushes the scratched mahogany dresser so it lines with the windowsill, lies on top and hangs his head out. It’s never comfortable, but it’s always peaceful: sometimes cars murmur on nearby backroads, sometimes a wind chime flutters, sometimes brush rabbits rustle in shrubbery and they all breathe the same oxygen as him. He closes his eyes, inhales the pine air, and plays God: pushes himself further out, an inch at a time, until his shoulders cross the line and he wonders what bones would break if he fell. Would he break both arms or one, both legs or one? Would he break his spine? Which vertebra would crack, and how many? Would he feel them all in one big strike, or all the individual bones burst like popping candy? Evening breeze whispers against his face and he could do it right now, leap out the window and if he didn’t break his legs or back he could run to the bushes, to the pine trees, to the road, the town over East or West, the county line.

If Felix hit the ground, would it be because of a freak fall, or because he pushed himself out?

We have to laugh because I’m pretty sure I said in my Nano update that this chapter was the strongest so far besides one scene but when I looked back that scene <3 took up 80% of the fucking chapter <3 So I just said fuck it I’ll rewrite the whole thing for fun!!!! And I love it!!! It’s so jarring compared to Chapter One and that’s the point!! Everything is so over saturated and originally that was just to convey the absolute shock Felix gets from the Major Impulsive Life Decision He Just Made, but now I think it’s intentional on his part and it goes back to the idea of the tangible: whilst he didn’t grow up totally isolated this is still a new life for him, and he has nothing to latch onto, so he looks to his surroundings and hyper-focuses and latches onto it because it’s something that’s now tangible and accessible to him so he sees it in this very bright, romanticised way (the romanticisation of San Francisco is very amusing to me but it’s also very relevant). But even with that he still distances himself from this environment still - the same way he did whilst living in the cult. He has no idea how he wants to exist in this world and he doesn’t even know how to exist yet.

And so it became clockwork: eyes burst open at two, three, four in morning, doesn’t bother trying to fall back to sleep. Lurk into the kitchen, make a coffee or water or whiskey. Sit under the fritzing lightbulb with no shade, think about everything and nothing and everything and nothing. Or go for a smoke, inhale the vapours until it hurts his chest, breathe in the cool air until it hurts his teeth, wander around the block until it hurts his feet. Sneak back into a room that doesn’t belong to him in an apartment that doesn’t belong to him in a city that doesn’t belong to him. Count the bumps in the popcorn ceiling until footsteps sneak down the hall – Dorothy leaving a room that doesn’t belong to her. Join his sister back at the kitchen, she complains that they need to replace the lightbulb. Over pulpy orange juice and scrambled eggs on toast, she retells her dream and lists the possible meanings and he lists his plans for that day on how to immerse in the outside world, familiarise himself with the city until it belongs to him. Travel by trolley for the first time, eat seafood at the waterfront for the first time. Bump into a cherry-headed conure parrot by chance. Climb Twin Peaks and gaze at the new view of home. Trace the outline of translucent mountains in the air and pretend you’ll ever hike them; trace the outline of high rises in the air and pretend you know the people in them. He asks Dorothy when he’ll stop feeling like a tourist – she has no answer for him.

(context: Dorothy’s roommate, Jolie, is out of town at this point, so Dorothy tells Felix to take her room whilst she takes Jolie’s and they’ll sort it out later. Dorothy has no problem sleeping in Jolie’s bed because her and Jolie are Very Good Friends)

I also realised that, in the nicest way possible to November me, that this chapter was so damn boring because it’s very dialogue heavy but in every dialogue moment they are literally just 🧍 doing nothing. So I wrote a scene as a half-joke of Just Met Like Three Hours Ago Beau and Felix going to the arcade and it saved this chapter. It is SO fun but it also comes straight after this very emotionally intense moment and it’s really interesting to see that reach its zenith and then just. fizzle out but linger in the background? I love this scene but I also can’t take it too seriously because they play Frogger and @aetherwrites​ joked that the game’s a metaphor for Felix leaving the cult and I love her and hate her because she is so right I can picture the LIT1000 seminar where that analysis would be made unironically and it’d be ME who makes it and I am so close to just running with that for real. Also these two aren’t love at first sight but the chemistry is so loud like did you two meet today or have you been married for eight years and own five dogs together what’s the truth? Anyway here’s Felix murdering Beau on sight 

“You know, you could’ve warned me that you’d be that good,” Beau says.

“It’s not that difficult, you could’ve warned me that you’d be that bad.”

Beau leans across to shuffle through cassette tapes in the glove compartment. “I’m not, you just got lucky. I let you win.”

“But it’s not even competitive. You just died seven times in a row.”

I’m a little unsure of the pacing for this chapter now because its effectiveness lies in the fact it takes place a week after the previous, and my job with this section post-draft is to stretch it out longer since it only spans three weeks. I’m hoping I can make it work where there’s little time between Chapter 1 & 2 but still cover more time in chapters 3-5 because I think that’d be jarring in the best way? Like the absolute intensity of that initial week quickly dissolving and suddenly he’s been living this life for months he didn’t notice go by. Again <3 a problem for post draft me <3

I don’t have much to say about this one because in Nano I didn’t even finish it, and now I have but it’s still <3 giving me trouble <3 - however I’ve realised this is probably the most important chapter at this stage of the novel because it’s the first full chapter with just the twins, trying to have a bonding moment and catch up but only learning that they a) love each other b) can’t stand each other whilst not realising just yet that they are c) extremely co-dependent. I like to call this novel multiple plot threads in a trench coat and that’s definitely it, the twins have their own individual plot threads separate to one another, but if there’s a central plot (and there kinda is?? its a surprise :) ) at its essence is them realising how fucked up their relationship is, but wanting to rectify that and trying to understand the difference between a tangled and toxic relationship. 

This chapter introduces that each character has a key symbol that’s attached to the world somehow and Felix has chapters like these in his arc where he tries to navigate the state of their relationship (so there’s one later on titled “Ocean (Beau)”) and his associations with them. We have to laugh here because I was really like “oh Dorothy is sapphic so I’ll make her obsessed with the moon” but then it became a major symbol in the story <3 Dorothy IS obsessed with the moon, and Felix is frustrated because he can’t see it the way she does and he feels like part of him is missing because of that, when it’s just a different perspective but nooo these two need to have unhealthy co-dependency and then get mad when they’re unhealthily co-dependent on each other :/ Anyway I’d just like to talk about how Felix’s need to be like his sister in this chapter is demonstrated through a symbol that’s attached way more to her than it is to him even though in the prose he describes the moon as this fragile, breakable thing which is the complete opposite as how Dorothy would and lets talk about the blade mirroring the prologue!!!!

He closed an eye and pointed the blade at the moon. If he could, it’d be so easy: surgeons precision, swift wrist flick, carved and plucked from the sky. Laid out on his palm like tissue paper, half translucent and as breakable as skin - a birthday present for Dorothy, if he doesn’t tear it. He’ll try not to, but it’d be so easy.

In further development of the Moon Imagery, I’ve started using a lot of Star Imagery with Felix and a lot of general space imagery in both of their POVs and I’m delighted to say I have no idea what the meta means with that but I like it!! It fits the story very well and they’re probably mirroring each other or something!

This little chapter taught me that I need to be flexible with form <3 this was originally meant to be the final scene of the last chapter, and I was so hyped because it was one of the first scenes I conceptualised, but then it ~sucked~. However I didn’t realise until recently that it sucked because I was writing it in a traditional storytelling form - which most of this book benefits from, but this moment certainly does! not! I’m really glad because I think this book is the perfect playground for experimental form - although here it’s relatively simple though, most of the setup for this happens at the end of the previous chapter and then this is just all the information condensed as much as possible. This chapter is focused on memories so it really works for it to be cut off from the previous which is in the fictive present, and Felix’s perception of memories right now are ~a little jarring~

The final scene of Moon (Dotty) depicts Felix and Dorothy breaking into a park at 4am, promptly having an argument that results in Dorothy leaving, and Felix sat next to a fountain picking pennies out of it and trying to associate a memory with the year on the back - this chapter is those memories and this introduces the fluid relationship characters have with their past. For Felix, he’s seeing the last 20+ years from a bird eyes view in a very sporadic way and it’s starting to sink in that those 20+ years actually Happened. Some of the memories are very distanced, others are as intense as flashbacks, and some are a mixture of the two. This one is very interesting to me because he completely separates himself from the memory halfway through Fel do you wanna talk about this (unfortunately I cannot drop the name because of plot <3)

cw: light/implied homophobia

IN GOD WE TRUST / 1978

The first time Felix held a boys hand was in 1978 in the back pew at morning service. It was the first time [redacted]’s father preached and they got stuck in the back because they arrived late, because they laid in the grass together, wearing each other’s identical pecan coloured blazers as sunrise peeled back the night, and they slunk into the back of service like ghosts everyone could see and maybe they knew why they were late. [Redacted]’s father had a razor voice and he made sure every word sliced into his son and his son interlocked fingers with the boy next to him. His son didn’t look at the boy he held hands with the same way he’ll pretend his blazer is his and not the boys and the same way he didn’t look at the boy the first time they kissed behind the chapel building and the same way he didn’t look at the boy during Bible study for the week after.

Whilst I’d say in Chapter 2 the chemistry between Beau and Felix is as clear as day this is the first instance where Felix’s queerness is explicitly introduced and I’m taking this chance to say this book gets more queer every fucking week. Like I think in the last updates I was like ohhh sexuality doesn’t play much into Felix’s arc and know it’s like 99% of his damn arc and we LOVE it. But at this point he doesn’t realise like when I tell you guys this man is so repressed

I am literally only putting this here because I talk about all the other chapters and it’s weird to me to leave one out. Also because the graphic and title is pretty. Not gonna lie I love making these posts and that is 10% to ramble about meta 90% making pretty graphics that is literally just cropping photos on Unsplash and putting Garamond text over them <3

Anyway this was originally Lessons in Holy and when I revisited that chapter I realised it was so fucking messy and I tried to fix it but it didn’t really work and I’ve been scared to touch it since. However the meta is top notch so here we are - it mirrors Chapter One, Everything Holy, which explores Felix’s decision to leave the cult and with that, leave God. Everything Holy / In San Francisco explores his relationship (or lack thereof) with God and how much Felix’s life has changed since he left - and how “holy” it is. It definitely goes back to the idea of the tangible because the holiness preached to him growing up was not something tangible to him, whereas with this he looks at real life experiences, so he tries to find holiness in that. It also ties with Cyan City and the romanticisation of San Francisco as something tangible and something he can find holiness in, which a) he needs to learn that things don’t have to be “holy” to be valuable and b) it would be a shame if :) he centred everything good about his life around SF and then :) something bad were to happen whilst living in SF :) the way he and Dorothy both do this

My plan for this is basically: Condense The Shit Out Of It. The hardest part about this chapter is it is very thematic and you know as a lit major (derogatory) I love that but with more theme centric chapters the line between subtle and Too Much can be verrryyy thin, but I think focusing on character exploration over theme will fix that pretty easily. I’d also like to separate the Isaias introduction into its own chapter because it’s such an important moment and November me just? Latched it on at the end? And that plus Felix’s crisis in the same chapter is just too much. This chapter is gonna get changed A Lot but for now here’s Felix’s very chill and relaxed ending to his POV section :)

cw: drowning, drug mention

Felix didn’t speak to God for three weeks and everything unholy became holy: the coffee scorching his throat, the kaleidoscopic t-shirts and high waisted jeans, the punk rock they play at the record store – loud and electric. It’s unholy, but he sleeps through the night now, he folds coloured card into butterflies at breakfast and scribbles biro eyes over the newspaper's sudoku on his lunch break. He earns money and he spends a pinch of it on himself: on new wave records and playing cards and earrings he can’t wear yet. Sometimes he buys marijuana it’s not a sin because marijuana means he only smokes tobacco twice a day now – one at breakfast, one before bed. He bar hops with Beau on Saturdays and hikes with Dorothy on Sundays and he tells strangers he studies American Literature and he smiles with his eyes more and nobody notices that somebody’s holding his head underwater. And he doesn’t know whose hand it is, but it knows how to grip tight. And he doesn’t know how to swim, but he knows how to swallow water. And he doesn’t know if this is the punishment or the sin because the water stings his eyes but he chooses to keep them open, and the water will tangle in his lungs but he chooses to keep his mouth open. And hellfire can’t touch him under here, so he’ll keep swallowing water and it’ll burn him in a different way, and he’ll like how it scorches his throat.

(Once again context I didn’t share because I don’t like the writing that talks about it: Felix has a deep fear of drowning from past trauma, but he’s also very obsessive about it and often imagines himself drowning.)

(also the way these excerpts are just showing off my love for repetition my Intro to Creative Writing Tutor that called repetition lazy is seething rn!!!!)

Overall though, I’m v happy with how this section came out now that I actually know what the story is! As I’ve finished drafting it, I have noticed where the missing plot beats are and this is what I expected because I Do Not have a lot of experience with novels (I’ve never passed 15k on a novel before so we’re in new territory now) and generally struggle to see beats before I finish a draft. I’m thinking there’s at least one chapter missing and maybe a shorter one, like MSATBOTF, but I won’t be touching this section again until I finish the draft. Most of all I learnt a lot about the story’s form and I’m excited to play with that and be a bit more flexible! 

I’m currently drafting Indigo, the first chapter in Dorothy’s POV, and I was going to talk more about it but this post is too long and the next update will be <3 all about her <3. But the chapter introduces her and Jolie’s tumultuous relationship and here’s a lil peak! 

Me, a sapphic, capable of writing happy sapphic relationships: 

Me instead: 

cw: light/implied homophobia

If she didn’t display the ticket on the bedside table - like she had something to prove - she could have easily been in Dallas, in New York, London, Cannes, Moscow, Tokyo, Cairo, Sydney. But wherever she went, Dorothy and Jolie have had four airport reunions before today - four times they’ve had to soften themselves, disguise themselves. Old high school friend flying in to be her maid of honour, college roommates who don’t see each other as a day past eighteen, pen pals reuniting for the first time since the seventies, business trip colleagues in casualwear. The fifth time, there’s nothing to hide, and as they walk to the car, Dorothy has to wonder: if they were seen by nobody, would Jolie have hugged her with both arms? Would she have kissed her? Would Dorothy kiss back?

I’m midway through this chapter, so I’ll keep the rest of it for the next update! That I promise won’t be in three months!

If you read through all of this then I am in love with you <3 

#i'd say im sorry this is so long but it was so fun to write so i'm not! #also pls be proud i cut 2k words from this bc i RAMBLED #atlastracking #writeblr #writing update #revelations revelations

[leggomylino]

S&M Act I, Scene I | Windstorm ༄

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༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

Genre: Adventure, Drama, Comedy, Fluff, Angst

Pairing(s): Lee Minho x fem!reader x Kim Seungmin

Au: Wizard of Oz au

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warning(s): Minorly to moderately dark themes of suppression, depression, panic, and insanity. Mentioning of blood, dark magic, violence, and (censored) language. 

A/n: I’m so happy this story is finally coming to light! <3 Thank you to everyone behind the scenes who has supported me on the creation of this series, and to anyone who has ever supported my writing ever. ^^ I hope you enjoy!!! | Inspired by the events of Dorothy Must Die, by Danielle Paige.

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The dreams had been plaguing you for a while now.

“Y/n,” a boy’s voice spoke. “Y/n, always remember, and never forget. You must forgive, and never forget.”

“Remember what?” You’d cry out into the empty space. “Always remember what? What is it I’ve forgotten? Who is it I’m supposed to forgive?”

Alas, the empty space never told you anything. It was just a soft chuckle, the feeling of eyes lovingly watching you from somewhere far away, cloying and envious, and then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

~ ♕ ~

The rain pelting against your bedroom window that night had been harsh. You listened to the uproarious melody, now awake, lying in a pool of your own sweat, heart racing, wondering where you had come to and where you’d just been. It was always this way, taking time to cool down from such a feverishly swift and spiraling dream; although you were theoretically standing still in a vacant space, you felt the effects of falling as you arose.

The rain calmed you. Despite its intensity it was the one thing that gave you peace, something mentally stabilizing to cling onto and give full focus to as the echoes of a dream deferred vanished into the far recesses of your mind, where they’d be all but forgotten until the next evening. You didn’t know what you’d do when the stormy season was over-- it had already been unusual to have such a large mass of wacky weather one after the other this time of year-- and sure a ferrying rain shower or two was normal-- but you’d grown accustomed to running to the storm’s ferocity for guidance, a child’s blanket, a figurative teddy bear that you could squeeze against your thoughts when escaping the dream realm. The heavy downpour washed all of your fears and anxiety away. What would you do when it was all over, and Fall returned?

It had been so odd; with all the rain and fluctuating humidity, the flowers and Spring-Summer crops were in full bloom. You’d never experienced seasonal allergies in the Fall until now. Neither had your best friend, Hyunjin, and...speaking of… 

You hadn’t realized it was morning until Hyunjin came bursting into your room with one of your uncle’s chickens in his arm. It was still raining, hard, the droplets sounding like tiny fists pounding to come inside. Doubtful to let up anytime soon. “Y/n! Are you still auditioning for the role of Sleeping Beauty up here? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure Mia Harper’s got it covered, and Aunt Em’s gonna slide me your stack of pancakes in the next ten minutes if you don’t get your share of the chores done.”

A yawn escaped you. Hyunjin and his sidekick Kkami had been coming over to assist in your busy-hermit lifestyle ever since you could remember. He was your neighbor, after all, but...more on that later. The moment Hyunjin’s words soared beneath the backlash of bad weather, you’d completely forgotten what it was you’d just been thinking about, before the rain, what it was you’d dreamed. (Ever ironic how the dream had instructed you to remember, and yet, here you were, doomed to forget.) “Yeah, okay…” You yawned, stretching and easing yourself into the usual morning (sometimes afternoon) routine. You glanced at the chicken in his arms, and his subtle goofy smile in the doorway. “Is this your way of saying you’d rather have Pluckers as your lab partner instead of me?”

He shifted his eyes thoughtfully to Pluckers, watching him twitch and litter feathers like drops of rain before giving you his answer. “...I mean, that’s not a bad idea, actually. Have you even started your half of the worksheet yet?”

Ugh. Always about school. You wanted to tell him yes, but in all honesty you’d been spending your free time and late nights with your nose lodged between Harry Potter pages or your eyes plugged and gasping over YouTube storytimes. So you clamped your mouth shut.

And now, the backstory: Hyunjin had been your best friend for years. The two of you grew up next door to each other, which for country living was pretty dang far; having someone as your neighbor here was the same thing as having them live down the block. You’d never known your parents; you were adopted at a young age by your Aunt Em and Uncle Henry, who weren’t biologically related to you in any sense and just as good as any biological pair of adults. The details surrounding your DNA relatives-- and the year you’d come to live here-- were all unknown to you. The only story you’d ever gotten out of Aunt Em was that they’d had you from “knee-high” and that you couldn’t remember because of a nasty fall from one of Uncle Henry’s apple trees; Uncle Henry himself refused to speak of the subject at all, either pretending he needed hearing aids or choosing to run into the next room.

Hyunjin was your only friend in school. You’d never been very good in the communication department; growing up in a small town made your comfort zone the same. But not Hyunjin. He was popular and kind and got along with everyone. He had a gift for catching people’s eyes: every boy envied him, every girl drooled over him, and all your teachers and professors fawned and smiled and patted him on the back, even when he’d blurted out the “dog ate my homework” excuse in eighth grade and you proudly stood up and announced that he didn’t have a dog, disregarding Kkami, just for the amusement of finally seeing him choke and get scolded for once in his life. Instead you found yourself pouting with the Cone of Shame in silence while Hyunjin outrageously was given a star on the Good Noodle chart. It’d been the one moment to ruin your friendship for the remainder of class...until he gave you his Free Ice Cream ticket for PeachyKeen’s ice cream parlor downtown. Then, you were okay.

Even now, in your town’s small local college, he was applauded by all. The only person you’d ever seen frown his way was Uncle Henry, who often argued that a boy of his age shouldn’t be barging into a young lady’s room anymore. But Aunt Em always shrugged him off, quoting her famous “times change” saying and shoved a slice of pie before him, and he was back to watching TV.

A flash of lighting lit up the dim clouded sky, followed by the roar of thunder, and with a panicked squawk Pluckers shot out of Hyunjin’s arms, leaving a trail of feathers to follow down the hall. With a nervous look the two of you exchanged a nod before Hyun gave chase, closing the door behind him, and you got right to work getting ready for the day. It was Saturday, meaning no school, however there was still plenty of farmwork to do and the crops in the field weren’t going to protect themselves. Not from yesterday’s shower, and not from today’s.

You hustled downstairs with toothbrush hanging from your lips, dawned in your favorite plaid skirt and lime-green raincoat, the one with the little frog face over the left breast. Ruffling Kkami awake, Hyunjin’s “beloved baby,” you tossed her a treat from the clay jar you and Hyunjin had made together for her in sixth grade art, spinning and spitting in the kitchen sink. 

Aunt Em gave you a nervous look as you tossed the brush in the dishwasher and started aggressively inhaling cinnamon apple pancakes like a beloved Nintendo character. “...And how is my favorite girl this afternoon?” She asked. Her whimsical tone made your neck blush. 

“Sorry, I stayed up late studying again.”

“Studying the wizarding world of Hogwarts, you mean?”

“...Perhaps?”

You smiled apple bits and maple syrup, and she laughed, waving a dish towel at you and squinting the other way. “Keep your mouth closed until you're done. Didn’t I teach you better manners than that?”

“I dunno, did you?”

Her eyes bore into yours in warning and you laughed harder, nearly choking on the last bite of spiced apple goodness. Aunt Em sighed, shaking her head while wiping her hands clean. “I suppose I walked right into that one.” She nodded toward the side door, leading to the barn. “Hurry before the storm picks up. It’s gonna be another bad one, they say, so if the wind picks up anymore or it starts hailing or God forbid you see a giant funnel in the sky, I want the two of you right back inside, you hear?”

“Funnel cake?!” Uncle Henry called. He was glued to his usual pleather chair when he wasn’t out tending to the garden or the farm animals or fixing a leaky faucet. He was also in need of a hearing aid; working eight hours a day around screeching metals and brazen farm animals had left his eardrums in shambles. Aunt Em rolled her eyes, cupping her hands around her mouth. 

“Not cake, I’m talking about the weather!”

“It’s raining cake?!?”

She groaned, earning a chuckle from the two of you. It was cut short when Hyunjin came stumbling past, spitting out feathers and just in arms reach of a couple hens, Pluckers in the lead, signaling that brunch was over. “Thanks for the meal!” you said, shoving the plate forward. 

“Be careful!” Em’s voice bridged across the living room. “You two look out for one another! And hurry!”

“We will!” You shouted back. The sound of the door clicking shut was barely audible beneath the heavy thunks of raindrops slamming against the tin roof as the two (five?) of you ventured out into the stormy play. 

You wished then you would have taken just the sliver of a moment to look back.

~ ♕ ~

You’d never seen a flourishing of colors much like the one taking place outside. Turnips turning upwards, tulips banging heads, carrots and corn stalks exchanging blows before ending up on opposite sides of the field. Sunflowers having the sun beat out of them. It was something out of the rising action of a thriller movie. You’d seen similar scenes in nearly half the Harry Potter movies; the only thing missing were wizards and wands and perhaps a giant dragon.

“You round up Maribelle!” Hyunjin yelled over the storm. His arms were spread wide as he squinted and squatted through the blinding rain, ushering the rest of the chickens and hens inside the barn. “I’ll get the horses next!”

Nodding you ran through sloshing mud puddles and drowning fields of grain towards the feeding pasture, where dear old Maribelle the could be found, often grazing on weeds or spreading out for an afternoon sunbath. The lone cow of SunnySkies pastures for fifteen years, and the first to join the farm. Instead you found her darting bug eyes around wildly, her knobby limbs quivering beneath a willow tree that provided little protection, the willows only adding to the streams of precipitation pouring over her stiff brown fur. She gave you a frantic moo and bobbed her head in relief to see you. 

“There, there,” you soothed, whipping the grass and water from her eyes. “Quickly now, let’s get you into the barn before this picks up anymore.”

She moo-ed again, lower this time, giving you an argueless agreement.

You sledged hard against the rising winds, the blades of greenery that cut surprisingly sharp like razor blades, leaving a small mark upon your cheek. You winced, annoyed at the slight sting, the small drops of crimson that came up against your fingertips only to be washed away just as quickly. It began to rain harder, faster, the wind practically howling in your ears. The faint sounds of a freight train or some sort of heavy machinery filled the distance.

“Let’s hurry, now,” you encouraged your steed, pulling her along beside you. She was reluctant to move, frightened by the spiraling commotion around her. It didn’t help when something snapped beneath your feet, a twig, maybe, or some glass. As if on cue the willow tree came crashing down with a thud. 

You braced yourself, sucking in a sharp breath; you needed to get inside; but Maribelle had other plans. Startled, she ran a wayward direction, disappearing in the fog that was beginning to settle over the pasture. “Mari--!” you began to call, taking two steps forward-- ‘til the cries of another all but took your breath away, making you forget about Maribelle, making you forget about everything.

You stood, jaw slacked, slit-eyed, watching Hyunjin blow away. He wiggled in the fierce storm breeze like a flag pitched on the roof. “Y/N!!!” He screamed, clinging to the roof’s edge for dear life. “Y/N, GET INSIDE!!! CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!!!”

“HYUNJIN!” You bleated back. “HYUNJIN, HANG ON!!! I’M COMING!!!”

“NO, IT’S TOO DANGEROUS, GO-- AHHH!” He shrieked and ducked his head beneath a flying branch. “...GO INSIDE!!! CALL THE PRESIDENT!!!”

“I’m not calling the President,” you huffed, fighting your way across sideways weather and flyaway hairs to latch yourself onto the barn ladder. Of all the times to crack jokes, only Hyunjin would choose a raging level eight storm. “Hang on I’m coming…!”

...Your voice trailed off as your head listed aside, something bouncing in the corner of your eye. There, rounding the side of the barnhouse, was Kkami, frolicking like a happy-go-lucky lamb to Hyunjin’s side.

“Arf! Rwarf!”

“KKAMI?!?”

Your blood went cold. If Hyunjin caught wind of Kkami, it was all over. “Kkami!” you hissed, or at least tried to over the roaring ninety-miles-per-hour winds. “Go back inside! Go! Shoo!”

“IS THAT MY BABY DOWN THERE?!?!”

Oi. “N-NO, IT ISN’T! JUST A BRANCH!!!”

Ushering Kkami with a branch at least beneath the safety of the barn roof, you hustled back to the side of the building. The rain made it slick and hard to hold onto, but you scaled the side of the barnhouse as fast as possible, avoiding loose vegetation and swatting at leaves and smaller branches and once a lemon wedge that the storm must have torn in two somehow, crawling up loose shingles and various askew obstacles and then...then…

This was the hardest part to remember, a part you wish you didn’t have to remember. Face wet, hair whipping in the tempest breeze, you reached for Hyun’s hand, kneeling, pleading, focusing thoughts on hot cocoa and warm lemon pie inside, an Aunt Em specialty. The reality you were so certain in. A reality that would never come.

“Gotcha...!”

Your hands met, fingers touched, smiles of relief shared. But it only lasted a moment before the rainstorm ripped him away, your cries drowning in the funnel that appeared in the sky...or at least that’s how you wished to remember it: in reality there was a soft, whimpering arf!, followed by your best friend’s gasp as he relinquished your grasp to adhere himself to the skies after Kkami, now paddling against the storm’s current, cries of “My baby!” and anguished “AAAAH”s lost on the wind. 

And you could only watch him go, just seeing him manage to latch onto his beloved pet of nine-odd years before disappearing from sight, sucked into the giant magnetizing center of it all you’d completely failed to notice, the last thing from his lips a cry to your name. It’d appeared out of nowhere, substantial and vigorous. Pulling into the station, the train had arrived, uprooting and tearing apart everything in its path. A giant, swirling cloud of gray and gravel and doom.

Oddly enough, in that paralyzing moment, something clicked in the back of your mind: a cursory afterthought at the eye of the storm. 

“Always remember, and never forget. You must forgive, and never forget.”

You stared into the eye harder.

“Come home, Y/n. Come home.”

“Y/N!!!” Aunt Em’s frantic voice screeched below. “Y/N, HYUNJIN!!! Y/N?!?”

You couldn’t look. Couldn’t move. Horror froze you to the barn, eyes locked on the exact spot you last saw Hyunjin disappear, the trance calling you deeper and deeper into a strange petrifying submission, until the tornado whorled to your doorstep and swept you away; the pasture, the barn, your home. Everything.

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[tolkienrsb]

Hello, Tolkien fans!  Today in our Summer Showcase we have a lovely TRSB writer/artist…

The fabulous Narvaeril!

(aka - AnnEllspethRaven on DeviantArt, Narvaeril/AnnEllspethRaven#7864 on Discord, AnnEllspethRaven on Instagram)

My very first Tolkien books were the ones Aunt Dorothy gave me for holidays out of the bargain bin. I had no idea who he was or what they were but I liked the pictures. I think I was 11, I was given the Silmarillion, Pictures by JRR Tolkien and The Tolkien Companion (to the Silm, I guess, because I didn't have any of the other books, but that was Aunt Dorothy for you. She wore lime green polyester suits with pink plastic jewelry to Christmas dinner so, that happened? Anyway that was a long time ago and then in 2016 I found fanfic and it lit my brain on fire. I believed I had no talent for any kind of creative writing because I had no imagination, I guess I wasn't plugged into the right socket. I started writing in a vacuum but later I made a few acquaintances and corresponded a little more with SonaBeanSidhe ( til recently known as Spamberguesa) and  in August 2016 I started writing this little fic set in Ireland because I wanted impetus to learn Sindarin. She agreed to help me with some cowriting, and the little fic became the large fic.  When not writing fic... I rarely want to do anything but write but in theory...I garden, farm, farm, garden? Opine at length about growing, cooking and eating food? Attempt to be an adult? Not sure. I sing and play piano and recorder, like Baroque and Early Music mostly but there is my erratic alt-rock playlist, create digital art and not so digital art. I live with my husband, two Plott hounds, seven cats, dozens of peafowl and some chickens on about 10 acres. I can't really tell any more because that would mean I figured it out myself...interesting facts...I have had some unusual jobs and pursuits. "Soup cow," "incinerator day", "manspikes" and "toilet glowies" have all been completely normal words in my life.

The Huntress

Rated M (Note: there is a rated Teen version of this fic on fanfiction.net under the same title, my username AnnEllspethRaven, with the one 'bedroom scene' in the fic adjusted to a teen rating if there are those who do not wish to read adult content.)

Warnings: There are attempted sexual assaults and references to attempted assaults in the story. Mild violence. The story is about a huntress; someone who hunts animals for food.

About the fic: This story was a singular experience for me. I write long stories, but I have never had 50K worth of text flare into my head in a matter of hours, fully formed, and I knew from start to finish what was going to happen such that the next few days were just frenetic typing. There is inspiration, and then there is questioning if the aliens were downloading into my head that day. Joking. Maybe? When I first heard of fanfic I only had interest in stories about Thranduil and soon had seen many fics that wore a deep (and repetitive) rut as to what same few possibilities explained the absence of his wife. I really wanted to tell a completely different story. This was around the time I'd read Mary Aseltyne's "The King's Vineyard" and I also really enjoy fairy tales, Beauty and the Beast being a favorite. I didn't want this to be that fairy tale but wanted to use elements of it, such as a character similar to the antagonist Gaston or the idea that The Nobody from the village ends up marrying the local royalty. The other thing that seemed so strange about this, maybe this happens for other writers? I have written four reasonably developed stories that take place in Thranduil's Woodland Realm, two of which are really long...and for each one, the architecture and layout of Thranduil's Halls in my mind is completely different. Where the throne is, where their sleeping quarters are, where entrances and exits and stables are, the decor, all of it. The only one to resemble Peter Jackson's depiction somewhat is the longlonglong one.

Top creative tips/words of wisdom for fellow participants: I alternate between working for stretches without interruption and wanting to brainstorm to get past idea blocks. Pace yourself and once you are too tired, rest. Don't be like me and stare at the screen in a daze for two hours before admitting you should go to bed or nap. Mostly, have fun or what's the point?

#narvaeril #TRSB2020 Summer Showcase

[cooperhewitt]

Fazenda Lily

During World War II, commercial construction in the United States came to a standstill, but Dorothy Draper received a plum commission to design the interiors of Cassino Hotel Quitandinha, in Petrópolis, a mountain resort outside Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, designed by Italian architect Luis Fossatti and constructed by entrepreneur Joaquim Rolla. At the time it opened, the Quitandinha was the largest casino hotel in South America, and Draper’s contract was the largest commercial decorating contract signed to date, allowing her to maintain her company’s staff through the war years.

“South American colors will predominate,” she told the Christian Science Monitor, “sharp yellows, limes, cochineal, and a galaxy of greens, which we shall steal from the irresistible magnificence of the jungle with its great splashy leaves.” In conjunction with the highly-publicized project, Draper signed a contract with F. Schumacher & Co. for a line of fabrics based on the designs that had been created for Quitandinha. Called Brazilliance!, the collection featured scaled-down versions of the fabrics and wallcoverings used in the decoration of the resort, offered in twelve “brilliant tropical colors.” Designs included Carioca Stripe, Samba Stripe, Minas Cloth, and Fazenda Lily.

Susan Brown is Associate Curator in the Textiles department at Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum.

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#cooper hewitt #design conversations

[strangeduckpaper]

Team OPAL

I’ve always thought that after the end of RWBY, Oscar should get his own team, like an academy team, but maybe not Academy, more just some vagabonds he collects and forms into his own team.

And they’re based off return to Oz characters, obviously.

Oscar Pine

Inspiration: Dorothy, Ozma

Weapon: Brief Future, Spear/Shotgun/Grappling hook. See @lieu-rey‘s Fidelius. Long Memory

Semblance: 

Symbol: A spear with a pinecone on the tip

Appearance: Coat more like a jacket, hip cape, poncho

Tippertas Pronssi

Inspiration: Tik Tok

Weapon: Yvonne-Wind up key gatling laser that transforms into greatsword

Semblance: Overclock-boost one ‘stat’ or render himself completely invulnerable for 60 seconds, with a ten minute cool-down period & massive Aura cost.

Symbol: Broze wind up key

Appearance: Mediterranean man, built like a brick outhouse. Wears bronze gear laden armor. Dark bronze hair & golden eyes

Anwar Rhodes

Inspiration: Billina the Chicken

Weapon: Bill & Lena-Claws/SMG Dust Crossbows.

Semblance: Fire Drive-physical strikes can be enhanced with fire.

Symbol: Rooster head, but the comb is replaced by fire

Appearance: Rooster Faunus(Feet), looks like a cross between Mirko from BNHA & a human version of Blaziken. White hair & Orange eyes

Lakota Auburn

Inspiration: Jack Pumpkinhead

Weapon: Sawhorse-Sniper Rifle/Kusarigama.

Semblance: Hollow Jack-creation & control of a spindly, flaming creature known as ‘Hollow Jack’

Symbol: Jack-O-Lantern with a spear in it’s teeth.

Appearance: Spindly & tall, sickly appearance, wearing ragged clothing & and a tattered overcoat. Black, spiky hair & lime green eyes

Questions? Comments? Suggestions for weapon names? Ask me anything

#RWBY #RWBY AU #Collective Remnants

[meagskb]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 𝅺DOROTHY Perkins Size M Lime Green Silk Sleeveless Blouse.

[eughjesusgross]

Tagged by @chantiemaya thank you friend 😘

rules: answer and tag 15 a few people you want to get to know better

relationship status: 💍

fave colours: Purple and lime green

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick 👍

three fave foods: Pizza, Pasta, Pineapple

song stuck in my head: Gasolina 😂

last song i listened to: Only Girl In The World

last movie i 👀: Incredibles 2

top 3 📺 shows: Drag Race, Gravity Falls, Carmilla

📚 currently reading: Dorothy Must Die (rereading)

last thing i googled: English-to-French translator

time: 9:32 AM

how many blankets do you 💤 in: Comforter ✌️

dream trip: back to NY

anything you want: I want sleep

Tags: @gay-grandma @c0lderb0nes

[sayitaintdoe]

contrary to popular belief, the tanner family in full house did not live in the painted ladies — the, like, really famous townhomes that they show in the background during the end of the title credits.  the seven sisters, postcard row, the painted ladies, whatever you wanna call it, is one of the most famous neighborhoods in san francisco, and it is also the one i usually lied and told everyone during elementary school that i grew up in.

i didn’t.  i lived in a townhouse, it had a similar all-stacked-together and squished-between-two-other-houses vibe, but it didn’t look like any place that jesse katsopolis would call home.  so literally what even was the point?

(unrelated, i made preston dress up as jesse once for halloween in the seventh grade.  i was, in fact, joey and not becky.  the more you know!)

the point in all of this, really, is that my mom never left this house.  not even when she remarried, and who could blame her, because, like, these houses are worth a small fortune.  it’s just, like…

it’s weird, i guess.  it’s weird to be in the same house i’ve been in since i was a toddler, and to have someone else in the kitchen.  to have different pictures on the wall, some with family members i don’t even know because they’re not my family.

the dude’s nice enough, i guess.  definitely tries too hard, but nice.  and his daughter is my age, or close to it, but i’ve never cared enough to double check on that one.  she’s one of those girls who’s kind of a walking “felt cute, might delete later” who never actually deletes later (respect).  i don’t think she likes me, which is fair, because i tend to have that effect on people anyway.

right now, i’m perched at a barstool at my mom’s kitchen island, twirling a straw around one of those green smoothie nightmares instagram is always raving about that tastes like kale and chalk to pretend that i’m actually drinking it.  last year, my mom and paul, stepfather extraordinaire, decided that since they’re not going to live forever, they might as well make the remainder of their lives miserable by drinking the cast of veggie tales every morning.  and today, i got to join in on the fun.

always a pleasure to visit.  always a pleasure.

“i usually toss mine in the sink when they’re not looking — but, like, a quarter at a time.  that way i’m not making it too obvious, you know?” i look to my left, and summer, daughter of paul, stepsister of doe and sol, has slid onto the stool next to mine.  she has a sheen to her cheeks that looks like a fresh highlight but is probably just sweat, and her strawberry hair is combed back into a loose braid.  but she’s cute.  i guess.

sol, my younger brother, practically shit himself when he first met her and then the process repeated itself when he realized he was going to get to live with her after she moved back home when she graduated from berkeley back in june.

“i don’t want to give them the satisfaction of thinking i drank it at all,” i retort, giving the glass in front of me a disdained look.  “some drinks just… don’t need to exist.  this is one of them.  and they need to now that this is one mistake that doesn’t need repeating.”

my phone lights up from where it’s sitting next to me on the counter, a text from preston — all in caps — about how kat clearly hates his new mix because it was “marked as read” over a week ago and SOS RESPOND IMMEDIATELY — and i catch summer gazing over at the screen from out of the corner of my eye before i can turn off my screen.

“so,” she hums.  “preston, eh?  i saw your little… date the other night online.”

i shrug in that way that i tend to do, all flouncy and dismissive, like i’m used to being the center of everyone’s attention — because i am, because of course i am.  “yeah, we finally decided to take it to the next level, i guess.”

she sighs, then, resting her head in her hands and keeping her gaze focused on the subzero fridge in front of her.  “i always thought he was so cute.  i guess it’s a good thing you guys figured it out before i snatched him from you.”  she giggles.

yeah.  because i was so threatened by you, summer.  jesus.

a tight-lipped smile is all i give her back, feeling my best tighten into a knot, but just for a second, before my mom is looping around the corner, arms waving.

“why were you hiding preston from me?  you know how much we love him.  he’s like another member of the family, dorothea.”

“ma.”

summer chokes on her own green drink.  “dorothea?  can i start calling you dory? dorothy?  dottie?  do—”

“—i will pour this on your head if anything other than doe comes out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

“she means it.”  this time, it’s sol.  his head is popping up from where he’s lounging back on the couch, a head of unruly, dark curls.  even sitting on the couch, he’s still a foot taller than me.  he always has been, ever since he was turning ten shortly after my thirteenth birthday.  the kid is fucking crazy.  “she dumped lime kool-aid over the back of my head once when i was sleeping.  mixed with a little bleach powder?  shit fucking turned my hair neon ass green for weeks.  all over calling her dory on my first day of freshman year.”

“because it’s doe.”  i turn back to summer, smile still tight-lipped as ever.  “just doe.”

my mom is clearing her throat, drawing the attention back to herself, and i turn to see her tapping her fingers on the edge of the countertop, head tilted to the side with eyes wide and expectant and right on me.  “back to preston, doe.”

“there’s nothing back to preston about it,” i shrug.  “it just… happened.”

“it just happened?!  we’ve only been waiting and WAITING for you two…” her thoughts trail off for a moment, which they’ve been doing more and more lately, before she looks over at summer.  “oh summer.  you should have seen these two growing up.”

“be glad you didn’t,” sol fires back, and i chuck a bran muffin from the basket straight at him, hitting him square in the temple.

my phone goes off again, but this time it’s ringing, and it’s preston’s face filling my screen and looking right back at me.  i grab it without thinking twice about it, and from next to me, summer is sighing, almost dreamily.

“god, i love a good love story.”

i snort, picking up the phone and answering.  “then go find one,” i tell her.

“go find one what?” preston asks, and i can see the way his brows are furrowed, his mop of hair not cooperating at all.  his lips are perfectly kissable, and being halfway across san francisco seems really, really far away all of a sudden.

“oh nothing, nothing at all,” i hum, sashaying into the living room and dropping onto the chaise lounge across from sol.  “what’s up, love?  missing me already?”

he’s blushing.  i love that i can make him blush.  he might want to leave me for dead half the time, but i can still turn his cheeks pink.  “how’s home?”

“i don’t know,” i shrug.  “how are you?”

sol’s head pops up for that one, looking across at me in awe.  see?  fake dating is easy.  it’s almost like it’s not fake at all.

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