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yaasalaholing · 1 year

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this cap gave me confidence

by Pippa Akofa UGWUMADU

why?

because I’m black.

years of empowerment.

i live this lonely life

sad and low eyes

who’s going to hold

“I’m a woman”

not a girl

a part of me won’t wake up

would I be so low to shoot you in the back

like u wasn’t looking

you’d see my gut explode from the tension of holding back tears

time has it’s way of forgetting

holding back inaudible words,

language, lyric and harm

as prickled eyes hold in

would you be the first to break my heart

Thursday 20th April 2023

Left the care home unprepared.

Firstly, socks, bare foot @ my mother’s house.

An Afro wig, thinking of my braids.

Glass cup, green tea.

Should i be ditzy

Should i be mellow

Should i be chill

Should I admit that I’m hollow

Waiting to be filled with love

I be, I be, I believed in to tomorrow

I never saw the sun come up

I can’t be myself

I don’t like myself

Should I accept

Should I give up

I have to be myself

I have to think for myself

Do I appreciate her?

Do I treat her with respect?

Hip hop

I was the cat

Sitting in the back of an Escalade

Watching two friends

Pass the joint

After robbing a merchandise store

je deteste ca parfois

parfois

I’m a know it all

I know it all

But I’m not all knowing

you know this empty space

is meant to be filled with thoughts of a man

don’t want u to say anything

Don’t want to hear what you think

If.

A bungalow

Room for self care and singing bowls

Before shower

Meditate

Yoga

Meditate

books. Poems to start off.

Always go outside when you feel bad energy occur.

or mastrubate.

CASH always on hand.

We broke up

And I’m still not free.

no new words

just sweet plantain chips

I smoked too much

growing

I made static in the air

Swivel, Yankee hat symbol approached me,

Ooo what did he say?

Sun rays peep the bus window

never had the spotlight on me,

not in those days

moon kingdom

I’m rising, I’m rising

I’m rising

Im torn at night

Faint in day

and I’m rising

See nothing but black

A rug over eyes

Im all hours of the seconds away

And awake

blue jungle

u gotta little patch on your light

anatomy shedding pieces

not quite as gone as

A sane world

Outside

Of me

Insane

I don’t smile,

It’s been a long time since genuine

but it’s ‘m light

jungle rain

maybe bedhead mess and wisps of fake bountiful hair all over the floor, my blue jungle paint placed in the second I woke up

without a man

a woman, not a girl.

4 you

Our days are over

Left on hold

Knowingly covered

The whispers. I heard

Old rasp voice love

My heart sank into a tumour

As land fit the river

So I rang

Lemon haze

Why not chalk all over the floor?

Why does graffiti have to be on brick walls?

Why can we not walk on the sky?

Why can’t I walk on water

If Jesus walked on water then why can’t I?

Why is the window not the front door?

Why can’t I lie on my ceiling?

Why can’t I grow wings

and fly Paris free of charge in the evenings?

These questions I want to ask

Good, most powerful, most high God.

says

the butterfly

I want to be a bird

I can’t see

The butterfly can’t see

Flies

Hong Kong’s busy streets

Amidst the noise of the city

Beauty was sweet

When all I have to do is eat

I can’t see

But feel the energy

Of Hong Kong’s busy streets

when the argument started

Fire crackled

When the argument started

Fire sprung

Sparks made up for this argument

The ash and light, soft and spark

Joined air’s tone

whistling together “home”

Taking nudes

The smallest bathroom

With a broken mirror

In a screen

That seemed clearer

Never seen, me from this angle

Never captured who it was for

Never seen me naked,

Small chest, big eyed whore,

Skinny legs

A body no one ever sought,

Behind the internet,

Could he even see it was me

I hid my face

Wrapped my arms around my breasts

Like a haiku, or a Shakespearean soliloquy

Spoke to me

Goodbye lady

Hello dumb and free

I wake up tomorrow morning

Belly flat

Belly finally flat

Fat ass

And a straight back

from a hunchback

Drowning

Ain’t no mystery

But I’m foreign to his tongue

The way he wears his slang

When he approached my realm

I should’ve ran

When he became my four walls

With no door

On my back

There was only the floor

Lips bruised

From kissing wild

Breath broke

Legs shake

Hands taunt

Moan, moan

Taste

Run, run

Run away and don’t come back.

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katefiction · 3 years

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Love me royally

by simplylovelyfanfiction / 2012

I could only access chapters 5-7 of this story.

Chapter 5: family vows & boyfriend wows (love me royally)

“how did you know?” kate questioned her sister’s sixth sense.

pippa shook with excitement. “i don’t know. i just had this feeling that you were and i knew the moment that you said you were going to live with him that something was going on. am i right?”

“that’s not the reason why we moved in together.” she assured her. “we were just friends then.”

“now, you’re more than friends. ohhhhh.” she sounded childish as she harassed her sister about her relationship.

“pippa. shhh!” kate held her finger to her lips and pointed towards the kitchen. “i haven’t told them yet.”

“are you going to tell them?” pippa raised her eyebrow at her. it was as if she were wondering if kate was going to tell anyone about her secret affair with will.

“yes.” she simply answered.

“i just can’t believe it.” her sister was in complete awe of the situation. big eyes with her jaw dropped, she looked like a child who saw the tooth fairy for the first time.

as kate continued to share the adventure of her and will coming along the path of dating, she felt giddy with excitement too. she played it off to pippa as if the whole thing was casual, but really she was still just as shocked that she too had snagged herself a prince. flashbacks of the first night they shared their real kiss together sent dancing chills down her spine and for moment she caught her girlish smile break through her façade.

“you are the luckiest girl in all of england.” pippa chimed.

shuffles from the kitchen distracted them as their mother popped her head out from around the corner to announce that lunch was ready. the smell of baked chicken and steamed vegetables filled the kitchen and was now slowly drifting into the living the room where they sat. kate glanced over at pippa, who was clearly still beaming from the surprising news. she tapped her knee and pippa calmed down.

“let me tell them, not you.” kate gritted through her teeth.

the thudding footsteps of james came down the hallway, as he too smelled the deliciousness of the meal that her mother had prepared. her father sat quietly at the table reading the newspaper while sipping on his coffee. watching her father so relaxed made her miss being home as much as she used to be. “pip, what are you all smiles about?” james asked taking a seat.

“what?” she looked startled. “i don’t know i’m just happy.”

“you could flash a smile every now and then james.” her mother added and set down the plates with the steaming hot food.

“i smile.” he snapped back. “anyways, pippa has got that smile on her face like she knows something.”

kate’s stomach dropped. fear set in that this whole thing was going to be disaster. “the food looks amazing mum.” she tried to steer away from their conversation.

“thank you kate.” she took a seat next to her father. taking a sip of her wine, she cleared her throat and leaned back in her chair. “james is right. what is it pippa? care to share with the rest of us.”

“i know nothing.” pippa said and took a bite of her carrot.

“liar.” james chuckled. “you’ve always been the worse at keeping secrets.”

she was watching this whole thing unfold. kate kept quiet until she felt that it was appropriate for to finally chime in on her news, whenever that would be. keeping the spotlight on her younger sister would do for now, but sooner or later all eyes would be on her.

“james bug off.” she snipped at him.

“children.” her father finally spoke up. “i hear enough of you two bicker all day and night, let kate speak. we haven’t heard a single word about how she has been doing since the university started back up. so how have you been katie?”

katie. her father and mother were the only ones that called her that and it made it ten times harder for her to find the words to tell them. “i’ve been good. i’ve been busy.” a soft snort escaped pippa and she kicked her under the table.

“ow!” james yelped. “what was that for?”

“sorry.” kate cringed. “i didn’t mean to hit you.”

“bet it was meant for pippa.” he narrowed his eyes. “you know too. what is it? come on. fess up.”

“stop noising around.” pippa snarled at him.

their banter continued and kate took a few bites of her chicken. this was normal for them to be like this but it was honestly driving her mad. james was catching on that something was up. he was her brother and he knew when her or pippa knew something that he didn’t. however, it was always pippa that let every thing slip whether it was intentional or not. she just wanted to slide down in her chair and disappear, but she couldn’t. soon her father was budding into the fighting match and kate knew that if she wanted to cut the tension it was now or never.

“i’m dating will.”

the whole table grew silent one by one. pippa wasn’t hiding her smile anymore, while the rest of her family stared at her blankly. it felt amazing to say it, but the expressions they were giving her were not what she hoped for.

“i’m sorry.” her mother wiped her face and leaned in closer. “who?”

“will.” she said it softly and looked down. “we’ve been dating for a while and i thought it would only be proper to tell you guys in person. i know it may come as a shock, but i like him and he likes me.”

“you’re joking right?” james asked. this time it was pippa that let him have it and he squealed out in pain once again.

“she isn’t joking.” pippa joined in. “she really is. can’t you tell by the look on her face that she is? the girl is dating a prince!”

“pippa…” kate said with unease.

“that’s wonderful news.” her father spoke. they all glanced over at him.

“our daughter dating prince william.” the words sounded so flat coming from her mother. she couldn’t tell if she was unhappy or just shocked.

“look, i know its strange and i am not going to lie it is a unusual relationship,” kate explained. “but i’m okay with it. you guys just have to promise me you don’t say anything. not even to grandmother.”

“grandmother has the right to know.” james demanded.

“no!” she shouted. “i’m serious. will and i are trying to keep this private. it won’t take much for the media to find out and i personally would like to stay off the covers of the tabloids and so would he. i just really want this to work and all i am asking is for you guys to not tell anyone. please.”

the table was silent. everyone was looking around at one another like they were contemplating what to do next. it was her father that spoke up. “we promise katie. we won’t say a word.”

Chapter 6: a love like this

pulling into a parking space near her flat she turned off the ignition and rested her head back on the seat. she scene of events from the weekend played out in her head again. the awful bickering of her siblings and her blurting out her surprise was not how she had planned it. however, she was satisfied that her family was fine with her relationship and had promised to not tell anyone. pippa was the only person she grew nervous about, but even she could keep a good secret if her life depended on it.

the thought of it still made her want to scream, but now she was trying to focus in on being back at the university and being reunited with will. he could put her at ease. his ability to bring comfort and joy to her was like a spell being casted upon her. she looked down at her phone that she had not even checked once while she was away. nothing from will appeared on her screen. royalty really did call and wisped him away for the weekend. she wondered if he was home yet. taking her bags from the trunk she strolled up to the front door. the house was dark and she could only assume that her other two roommates were out somewhere grabbing dinner. she lugged her bags up the stairs and let them thud on the wood floor outside her room. turning the nob on her door the scent of wax met her nostrils. it was an odd odor to smell considering no one was home. when she opened the door she was met with a surprise.

“welcome home.” a tall handsome man that she liked to call her boyfriend stood waiting for her. dozens of candles were lit up in her room and rose petals were scattered on the bed and all over the floor. kate could not believe her eyes.

“will.” she covered her mouth. “wow.”

“i was thinking about you all weekend.” he confessed. “no matter what i was doing i just wanted to be with you and to say your name. i wanted to kiss you and hug you and tell you how beautiful you are.”

left speechless, kate latched on to him throwing her arms around his neck and kissed him. it was the only way she knew how to thank him for her wonderful surprise. he had definitely put her at ease. the taste of his lips sent cravings all over her body and she wanted nothing more than to stay like this. she pressed her chest against his causing him to fall back on her bed. they bounced as they hit the mattress and they giggled together.

“have i ever told you how amazing you really are?” she breathed and stared into his eyes.

“i think you might have.” he pretended to think about it.

a girlish giggle escaped her and she felt slight embarrassed by it. will ran his soft fingertips through the long locks of her hair. it soothed her his touch. there was something about him that drew her in. “this is so…unreal.”

“what do you mean?” will asked.

“i mean this. what’s going on between us.” kate explained. “forgive me if i sound foolish saying this, but never in a million years would i have expected to find someone like you. the whole prince thing is insane and the love i feel for you is a whole another thing.”

the smile that could make any girl go weak at the knees broke through. “you know i was just going to say the same thing. the whole dating a princess thing is pretty insane too.”

“come on.” she playfully hit him. “i’m serious. i’m not trying to be all weird, but it’s just different. not saying you being a prince makes you anything but normal it’s just…”

“kate.” will cupped the back of her neck and kissed her quickly. he continued to stare back into warm eyes. “i get it.”

spending the rest of the night in each other arms they conversed the reaction of kate’s family discovering their relationship. kate told will a full play by play of the weekend and he sat quietly listening to everything she had to say. the expression of content never left his face as she spoke to him about the amazement of her younger sister, pippa and the shock of her parents understanding why her relationship with him was secretive. it was as if he was already aware of how the situation was going to happen before she even experienced it herself. however, it was a relief to finally have her parents and siblings know and to tell will her family was supportive and would keep them a secret as well.

the door from downstairs swung open below them and the voices of their two roommates chimed back and forth. will and kate listened in closely as both their hearts raced. what if one of them was to barge in on them cozied up together? their secret would be reveal and neither of them was ready to tell their own roommates they were in a relationship. the loud footsteps stomped up the stairs and bickering chat began outside kate’s door.

“will, they…” kate whispered but was cut off by a finger to her lips.

tip toeing towards her door he silently locked it and crawled back into bed with her. “even if they wanted to they won’t be able to get in now.”

“when do you think everyone is going to find out about us?” she asked.

“it’s only a matter of time, but if we’re careful it won’t be for awhile.” he assured her.

she could get use to a love like this.

Chapter 7: Katie

five months later.

the night was still young and kate was gathered with a few of her good friends including will. the stale smell of beer and pretzels filled the small pub where her and him had shared their first real kiss outside in the rain. this was a special place to her and she could only assume it had meaning to him as well. a soccer game was being broadcasted on the television sets above them and a rowdy crowd a few tables down cheered and argued loudly with the plays. kate along with her friends snickered at the drunken comments being spat. across from her sat will, who shot her a smile with a hidden message behind it ever so often.

“look whose cheeks are rosy.” olivia squeaked and pointed at kate. “the alcohol getting you already love?”

alcohol? maybe it was that, but she felt her cheeks grow another shade of red as she grew embarrassed because she realized she was staring at will the moment olivia spoke. “could be.” she brushed her cheek and took another drink.

“we really should not be out on a night like this when i have a huge english exam in the morning.” her slightly intoxicated roommate stated.

“no one said you had to come liv.” will laughed. “you just can’t stay away from the pubs.”

“watch it!” she growled. “seriously though i am already one too many in and i think i need to go home and at least try to be a good student.”

without a second thought kate agreed to escort olivia home with the assistance of will of course. the torture of not being able to show him affection in public was awful and she wanted nothing more right now to be affectionate towards him. leaving the pub and their group of friends, olivia raising her voice from a volume that drew attention to the three of them was frustrating. the media was always following will and having a drunken friend who was making it even easier for them to snap their pictures and have some clever headline to write was annoying.

olivia stumbled along the paved sidewalk as kate and will followed closely behind. the cars rushed pass them giving both of them anxiety knowing whoever lurked inside the cars could be a media spy ready to capture any false move. “liv, please can you not be a complete embarrassment right now? the entire town does not need to hear you.” kate yelled to her and picking up her step.

“oh come on, live a little.” she sang and spread her arms wide open. “i promise once we are back you will not hear a peep out of me.”

“i don’t think any of are nearly on your level yet.” will joked.

“no one is on your level.” she spun around. “you’re a prince. you’re all high and mighty.”

“liv…” kate rushed up to her and grabbed on to her arm. she looked back at will, who showed nothing but a smile on his face.

“i’m only kidding.” she laughed. “kate, stop being so stuffy.”

“lets just get back.” yanking on her arm, olivia continued her drunken banter all the way home. will strolled behind them and kate casually peered over her shoulder to see him with his hands in his pocket. she was not sure if olivia’s comment was hurtful or not. it had come out in a negative tone and the tension in the air was there or at least she had felt it.

once they have had arrived to their apartment, kate stepped aside to let will unlock the door and olivia stripped herself of her coat. still with his hands in his pockets he watched as his roommate swirled around grab on to objects to steady herself. kate moved next to will to take in the hilarity of the moment as he brushed up against her arm. his touch sent a sparking sensation through her body.

“you know.” olivia put one foot on the staircase and steadied herself. “you two don’t have to be hush hush. i know what you’re doing. we all do. don’t worry loves charles and i aren’t going to say a thing. we will take it to the grave.” she winked and slowly moved up the ascending stairs. “and don’t worry about sneaking around at night.” she continued to ramble on. “it’s not like we didn’t hear you the first time.”

holding her breath, kate waited until olivia was up the stairs and in her room. she let out a loud sigh and looked to will for answers. his wrinkled forehead and squinting eyes told her he was just as confused too. they both thought they had been careful and quiet about their relationship, but maybe they had not had been as careful as they thought. at least not under the same roof since both their roommates were aware of their secret rendezvous.

“you know.” will began quietly. “i have never felt more relieved in my life.”

“what?” she asked.

“i mean why are we hiding our relationship from our roommates?” he wondered. “it’s not like we don’t trust them, do we? and clearly they caught on to what we were doing sooner than we thought.”

“but will,” kate showed concern. “i mean its not that i don’t mind honestly either its just what if more people find out. things won’t be the same.”

“i know.” he put his hands on her shoulders. “i know. i won’t let anyone ruin what we have. behind these doors we can finally be ourselves though. we can express how we truly feel, but we will be careful. i promise.”

“i guess we should have saw this coming.” she shook her head.

“i guess you’re right katie.” he stated and seemed slightly embarrassed.

“katie?” she took a step back. “no one ever calls me that besides my father.”

will bowed his head. “i’m sorry. i’ve just been really wanting to call you that and it just slipped.”

katie. it was different hearing from someone else besides her father calling her that, but she didn’t mind. hearing him say her name made her love him even more. it showed that he really did care for her and she put her hand under his chin to lift his head. “i love it.”

“are you sure?” he questioned.

“positive.” she assured him. “only those who really love me call me that and hearing you say it…makes me fall in love with you more.”

will leaned in to kiss her. she was no longer the girl he fell in love with. she was katie to will and she didn’t want it any other way.

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hovercraft79 · 5 years

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Winter Song

Ch 1: Let It Snow!

Chapters: 1/31 Word Count: 2,436 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: Teen Warnings: mentions dealing with the aftermath of being drugged, relationship fears. Summary: Hecate struggles a bit in the aftermath of a personality changing potion, a love potion and the big freeze. Thanks to an unexpected snowfall, Pippa is there to help her find her way.

Notes: This story is part of the B-Sides: Stories from the world of Hecate’s Summer Playlist series. It is a prequel to that series. I really don’t know what I was thinking setting the fluff stories before the romantic relationship begins.

The title of the overall story comes from the song by Ingrid Michaelson and Sara Bareilles. Chapter title is the holiday classic by Dean Martin.

As always, many thanks to Sparky for signing up again to proofread and edit for me. It was totally how she hoped to spend her holiday season.

Pippa made sure to cover her mouth as she watched Hecate study the board. It wouldn’t do for Hecate to catch the twitch of a grin that kept pulling at her lips. She had her. Pippa knew she had her – and she knew Hecate knew it as well. Hecate could study the board for the next hour – and she very well might – but she still wouldn’t be able to escape. Taking in the way the fire cast warm highlights into Hecate’s raven hair, Pippa almost hoped Hecate would study the board for another hour. All the better for observing the dark-haired witch as she concentrated on the board.

A loose wisp of hair had escaped Hecate’s bun. Pippa wanted nothing more than to reach out and tuck it behind Hecate’s ear, but… Sighing heavily, Hecate leaned back in her chair, tapping her nails against the edge of the chessboard. Eyes narrowing, she pinned her gaze on the blonde witch sitting across from her.

Pippa said nothing; instead she simply arched an eyebrow and held Hecate’s gaze.

“I believe I shall have to…concede defeat.” She tipped the ebony king onto its side with an elegant finger. “Congratulations, Pipsqueak. Well played.”

“Thank you, darling. A rare treat for me, then.” Pippa leaned forward and began resetting her pieces so the board would be ready for their game next week. Next week, she thought, a bubble of happiness expanding in her chest. She had standing plans with Hecate every week – Thursday night chess games. Not that things were perfect – Pippa was still thankful that Hecate had agreed to keep the chessboard at Cackle’s instead of leaving it at Pippa’s. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Pippa still worried that Hecate would find some way to cancel their plans – especially if the plans were at Pentangle’s. “It’s come back to you quickly – pretty soon I’m going to have to start studying the game.”

Hecate smiled – tight but pleased. “I could loan you one of my strategy books.”

“A-HA! I knew it!” Pippa laughed and flicked a tiny stream of magic at Hecate, knocking over the line of pawns she’d just set up. “I will have to step up my game then.”

Hecate shot her a look that would have passed as a glare, if the twinkle in her eyes hadn’t ruined it. She waved her hand over the board and set all the pieces in place. “Do you need a refill?” she asked, reaching for Pippa’s glass. Hecate’s hand froze – mid-reach. Her head jerked up and her eyes darted around the room as though she’d just heard a fly buzz and was searching for it. Her hands were both in a defensive position, ready to cast whatever spell she needed.

Pippa couldn’t feel it at first, but then a faint prickle rushed across the back of her neck. “Are those—”

“The castle wards, yes.” Hecate closed her eyes, concentrating on what had been triggered. After a moment she sagged in relief, inadvertently knocking some of the chess pieces over as she dropped bonelessly into her chair. “Nothing to be alarmed about.” She forced her features into something resembling a smile.

“Hiccup?” Are you all right?” Absently, she magicked the pieces back and sent the chessboard back to its usual position beside the fireplace. “What is it?”

Hecate scrubbed a hand across her face, huffing out a gust of air. “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

Pippa frowned at what was clearly a lie. Hecate hadn’t been fine since… well. In truth, Hecate had never been fine. It was only when they were girls, after they’d become friends, that Hecate had come anywhere approaching fine. But this was different. She was different, lately. Pippa knew she didn’t know Hecate as well as she used to - thirty years was a chasm of time to cross. But Hecate felt different now than she did over the summer. Ever since Ursula Hallow had tried ousting Ada, Hecate had been on edge. Hecate hadn’t talked about it, but on her second visit to Cackle’s to play chess, Dimity had pulled her aside and told her about the personality changing potion and the love potion and more about what had gone on during the big freeze. Pippa’s heart had broken as Dimity relayed details of ‘Miss Softbroom’ to her. She’d been mad as hell when she’d told her how the love potion had forced them all to pursue Mr. Rowan-Webb. Pippa may not know exactly where Hecate’s preferences lay, but she knew that forced romantic interest in an all-but-married male coworker was a violation of the deepest kind.

After Dimity filled her in, Pippa wondered how she hadn’t see it sooner. Hecate had always been tense, but the lines of her mouth and shoulders were almost brittle. She guarded her glass obsessively and waited until others ate before she took a bite of anything. Pippa didn’t blame her. She’d been drugged twice – once intentionally. That she’d been drugged because of her personality was the worst part of all, Pippa thought. She didn’t believe for a minute that Hecate had no recollection of the day. Maybe at first, she thought, but those memories wouldn’t stay buried forever. By now, Hecate would know damn well everything that had happened that day – no matter how much she might pretend she didn’t. And how was Hecate supposed to feel after that? After a lifetime of being scorned for a personality shaped by her father’s coldness, to know her own students wanted to drug her into someone else? Pippa had cried that night, once she’d returned to Pentangle’s -cried for Hecate who must have felt the same way she had as a girl. After all, much the same thing that had happened to her almost every day of her childhood, hadn’t it? People didn’t like who she was, so they were determined to change her or hurt her because of it.

Shaking her head slightly to clear away the memories, Pippa pulled her attention back to the present. “What is it, then?” She wanted to place her hand on Hecate’s knee, but she didn’t think it would be welcomed.

“Ada’s wards. Not for danger…the weather wards, but…” Hecate closed her eyes and cast out with her magic. After a moment her eyes popped open and she sat forward in the chair. “Oh!”

“What is it, Hiccup?” Pippa watched her get up and race to the window. She followed her to the window, stopping short when she got a glimpse of the swirling snow. “When did that start?”

Hecate flipped open her pocket watch. “It’s just after midnight, December first. Time for the first snowfall of winter. It wasn’t snowing when you arrived at eight, was it?” She snapped the watch closed.

“No… there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.” She stepped closer to Hecate, just close enough for their shoulders to brush together. Did Hecate lean in to her? It felt like it. “It’s beautiful, though, isn’t it? Look how big the flakes are.”

“It reminds me of the time we sneaked on to the roof to have our own Yule celebration.” Hecate glanced sideways at her. “You refused to go inside until we were soaked to the bone.”

“I refused? That’s not how I remember that night,” Pippa finally braved wrapping a hand around Hecate’s elbow. “I do remember that you, dear Hiccup, you nearly set your cloak on fire with a warming spell.” Hecate leaned closer in to her, she was sure of it this time. They stood there, side by side, watching the snow come down in big, wet flakes. They each spoke at the same time.

“I guess I’d better get home now.”

“I guess you can’t go home now.”

They looked at each other and Pippa giggled. She let her thumb rub back and forth just above Hecate’s elbow.

“Please, Pippa. I can’t…you can’t travel in this.” Hecate stared intently out the window before glancing shyly back at Pippa. “You… you should stay… at Cackle’s.”

Pippa opened her mouth to argue, but she caught herself before she snuffed out the tiny, shaky, flickering look of hope she saw in Hecate’s eyes. She squeezed Hecate’s arm tighter and leaned in. “If you don’t mind me crashing on your sofa, I’d love to stay. I doubt a warming spell would keep the chill away for that long.”

“I don’t mind,” Hecate said quickly, before flashing a brief, bright, full smile. “It’s no trouble at all.” She smile faltered. “You could stay in one of the guest rooms, if you’d rather. It would be more comfortable than my sofa. It probably isn’t appropriate to have the Headmistress of another school sleeping on my sofa, anyway. I can let Ada know.”

Pippa shook her head. “It’s a good thing the only person here is your friend Pipsqueak then, isn’t it?” She smiled up at Hecate. “Really, darling, there’s no reason to go to all of that trouble – or to wake Ada. Besides,” she ran her hand down Hecate’s arm, giving her hand a squeeze before letting go and magicking the sofa longer and wider. “This certainly won’t be the first time Pipsqueak sneaked in to stay with her Hiccup without the Headmistress knowing about it.”

Hecate barked out a laugh, before covering her mouth with her hand. “I still don’t understand how you always managed to talk me into breaking so many rules.” She summoned a set of twin-sized bedlinens from the Academy’s storeroom.

“Far too easily,” Pippa said, winking. “Admit it, Hiccup, deep down you’ve always been just as much a rebel as I.” Taking one end of the sheets, she helped Hecate make up the sofa.

“Hardly,” she snorted. “You were just persuasive – and a terrible influence on an impressionable girl such as myself.”

Pippa chuckled, pleased that Hecate was comfortable enough to tease. “You didn’t think it was so terrible when we charmed the kitchen pots to fly to the basement every time cook wanted to make that hideous pea soup, did you? Now, if you would be so kind as to loan me a night dress or pajamas?”

Pippa followed Hecate into her bedroom and tried not to get caught being nosy while her friend rummaged through her cupboard. Hecate’s bedroom was just as stark as her living area. A small bookcase sat on one wall next to Hecate’s vanity, while the cupboard sat on the wall opposite. Hecate’s bed sat center of the third wall, flanked by two night tables. The furniture was all dark woods, mahogany, Pippa guessed, well-made but without much ornamentation.

The bed itself, though? Even from across the room Pippa could see that the bed was where Hecate splurged. She walked over to get a closer look. At first, she’d thought the bedding was black, but up close she saw it was midnight blue – and luxurious. She ran a hand over it; the feel was magnificent. Four plump pillows leaned against the headboard covered in a lighter blue, but equally luxurious cases.

Pippa smiled to herself. That, at least, had not changed about Hecate. Even as a girl, sleep had been a most precious commodity – easily lost to night terrors or replaying every perceived failure Hecate experienced in a day.

Glancing at the nightstand, Pippa found herself once again staring into her teenaged eyes. The framed photo of Hecate and her was still the only purely decorative thing in the room. She picked it up so she could see them more clearly. Her glasses were sitting on the coffee table.

Behind her, Hecate cleared her throat. “I think these will be most comfortable – and warmest.” She glanced down at the photograph in Pippa’s hands. “You duplicated that after we… after the Spelling Bee, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Pippa nodded. “I enlarged it, too. It’s hanging on the wall in my sitting room with the rest of my family photos.”

“I don’t really have photos for the wall.”

“You have this one,” Pippa said, holding up the photograph. “Family can mean a lot of different things, Hecate. I know you have to have photos of you and Ada, or Dimity or…”

“I see my coworkers every day, Pippa. I hardly think I need photographs of them on my wall.”

Pippa smiled as she set the photo back on the bedside table, wincing inside. She was pushing. Too much, too soon and Hecate was getting uncomfortable. “True enough,” she said, forcing a small chuckle to ease the tension. “Besides, if Dimity ever knew you even had a picture of her, much less displayed it, you’d never hear the end of it.”

“Quite right,” Hecate said, smiling again. “Pajamas?” She pressed the purple bundle into Pippa’s hands. Again, Pippa couldn’t help but notice the sinful softness of the material.

“Thank you, Hiccup.”

“Why don’t you take the bathroom first? If you look in the bottom drawer on the left, you’ll find a brand new toothbrush.”

“Thanks,” she took a few steps towards the bathroom before turning back. “And Hiccup? Thank you for asking me to stay. It feels a bit like old times, doesn’t it?”

Hecate nodded, looking pleased, but she didn’t say anything. Pippa didn’t really need her to speak.

“If you’d like, I’ll help you braid your hair for bed, just like when we were girls.” She giggled. “I’m a bit out of practice, though. No promises on the quality.”

“That… would be…acceptable.” Hecate winced even as she said it.

Pippa knew Hecate was feeling awkward again, so she simply smiled her brightest smile and said, “That would be acceptable to me as well, Hiccup,” before retreating to the bathroom.

Two hours, two glasses of wine, and three attempts at French-braiding Hecate’s hair later, Pippa lay curled on the sofa, breathing in Hecate’s scent from the pillow. Rosemary. Hecate always smelled faintly of rosemary and mint. Pippa made a note to snoop at her shampoo when she was in the bathroom next.

Staring at the blank wall, Pippa counted back to the Spelling Bee. It had been just over six months since they’d reconciled. A stormy six months – especially for Hecate – marked by episode after episode of what felt like ‘two steps forward, three steps back’ progress. But not tonight. Pippa smiled into the pillow. Tonight felt like maybe, just maybe, they might have turned a corner. Still smiling, Pippa rolled onto her back and watched the shadows from the fire dance across the ceiling until she began drifting off to sleep. Her last waking thought was to thank every god or goddess she could think of for unexpected snowfalls.

#ww2018winterfluffevent #hicsqueak #hecate hardbroom #pippa pentangle #We'll see if I can do them all #thank you @cassiopeiasara #tww17

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Hecate barely has time to feel the pressure of Pippa’s lips against her cheek, feel the soft pad of her finger brush against the tip of her nose, stop the racing of her heart at the feel of Pippa’s body pressed against hers before Pippa is winking at her and climbing the spiraling staircase, headed for the roof for her departure.

She barely hears Ada’s words next to her, all she can think about is the way Pippa Pentangle is walking out of her life again. That something has gone horribly, horribly wrong. Pippa’s lips were on her skin and she is walking away and it’s not right and it’s not fair.

She is not seventeen and she is not a terrified schoolgirl. She is the witchiest witch Pippa knows and for her--for them--she can be brave.

“Excuse me, Headmistress,” she apologizes to Ada, already striding for the staircase to chase after Pippa. Her long legs carry her up, up, up the stairs and in no time, she is bursting through the door in time to see Pippa straightening her bags and flowers on the tail of her broom, preparing for departure.

“Wait!”

Pippa turns at Hecate’s call, a smile spreading across her face at the sight of Hecate, her hair whipping and fighting free of its bun. “Hecate? Did I forget something?”

Hecate falters in her steps, comes to stand in front of the blonde woman, and wrings her hands in front of her, unsure how to say everything: I love you. I’ve loved you for decades. Don’t go.

Pippa’s smile disappears as Hecate’s silence lingers on, a slight frown marring her smooth features. Reaching a hand out, she covers Hecate’s twisting fingers and squeezes gentle. “Hiccup?”

The nickname and the touch ground her and Hecate can breathe again. She clutches Pippa’s hands and smiles tearfully at her, hoping Pippa cannot feel the trembles and shakes of her hands. “No, you didn’t forget anything. I believe it is I who forgot something.”

And with that, with bravery she had never attributed to herself before, Hecate leans forward, memorizing every detail of Pippa’s face: the widening of her eyes, the excitement, the way her bottom lip is chapped. Her lips catch the corner of Pippa’s mouth--just enough that she can know what Pippa’s mouth tastes like, but enough to brush it off as a misplaced kiss on the cheek if she has somehow misread everything, if she was wrong.

Pulling away, cheeks flushed, Hecate bows her head. “Have a good flight, Pipsqueak.”

She turns on her heel, ready to Vanish, ready to clutch this moment in her heart for the rest of her life. But Pippa doesn’t let her go, her hands are still wrapped firmly around Hecate’s. When Hecate spins back, Pippa is smiling, wide and immensely happy.

“Oh, Hiccup. I think we can do better than that, don’t you think?”

Hecate can hardly believe it but Pippa steps forward, brushes the backs of her fingers over the sharp jut of Hecate’s cheekbones, tucks a wisp of hair behind Hecate’s ear and cups the back of her head, rising up on her tiptoes.

Pippa’s lips cover Hecate’s in Hecate’s first kiss in almost five years. It’s moderately chaste and Hecate wastes no time in running her tongue over Pippa’s bottom lip to feel the rough skin, to soothe the chapped lips. Pippa presses herself more firmly into the kiss and Hecate breaks. Spindly, clever fingers travel the length of Pippa’s back, hooking into the small pink belt around Pippa’s waist and keeps her close, whimpers into Pippa’s kiss and wishes for the moment to never end.

Pippa breaks the kiss and then immediately peppers Hecate’s lips and cheeks and nose and chin with smaller kisses, laughing and nuzzling at her. “Hecate,” she murmurs, lips looking for more skin to kiss.

With Pippa in her arms, Hecate feels that rush of bravery once more and she holds Pippa close and lets her mouth brush over the shell of Pippa’s ear, whispering, “Stay.”

And she does.

#hicsqueak #the worst witch #hecate x pippa #hecate hardbroom #the worst witch fic #pippa pentangle

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Tales of Anearth: Fate and Fight

You know what? I’m just gonna go for it and post my WIP novel as I’m working on it for funsies. If you wanna read it go for it(and maybe tell me if you liked it?) If not, keep on scrolling.

Darkness consumes the world. That chill that dances along your skin. The one that sinks into your flesh, making its way down your spine until you’ve become numb to all except the bite of the monster. The world felt this chill as it was consumed by the void of death. Power-mad druids bring the dead to life once more. No one direction. No one target. Every town was empty. Burned, broken and abandoned with not even a ghost haunting them. Every soul had two options; flee the wake of destruction or be unwilling drafted into the ever-growing army of the undead. To overturn whole capitals. To swallow the world.

In a never-ending nightmare survivors swarm the coast. One stronghold to shelter the trembling hands of humanity. Even though it was in the middle of Sunnas there were no sun rays or warm breezes to be found here, only grey skies and fog shroud this harbor town. Waves crash violently against the shore. Rain splatters down onto the city; stirring up the mucky roads and leaving its people to slosh in the filth. Death cannot be avoided even inside these walls. Unmarked graves and burial pits are overflowing. Sickness grips itself to any living thing it can find. So the rain is the least of their troubles, so they simply let the droplets fall down their faces and soak their bodies.

Peasant parents attempt to give their children some shelter from the growing storm while the higher born have already found safe haven indoors. Warm, dry and well-fed, even at the end of the world money can still fix some things. It doesn’t surprise her but her blood only boils slightly. The rain rolls off her hooded, black leather cloak as she cuts her way through the crowds. The cloak which is covering her tall, black finely laced knee-high boots in mud. It saves her pants however, so she was grateful. She always knew wearing pants that were two-toned, one leg a much lighter brown than the other, would be subject to more cleaning but this was at the bottom of her list.

Her hardened admiral blue eyes look up at the inn sign rocking gently in the breeze; the hinges groaning and dribbling with rainwater. Upon entering, she moves from the way of other patrons. Crowded and noisy, she scans the dimly lit bar. Although it was loud, there was no celebration. Weeping, arguing, and drunken slurs mixes together in languages from all over to form one song of desperation. Weaving by tables and around drunks, she squints.

She finally spots what she is looking for. A small, delicate hand covered in intricate swirled light blue tattoos waving to her. A very short Elven woman softly smiled to her. As she sits down, she is greeted with “Pippa! What took you so long? We were worried you had gotten lost”.

Pippa throws her hood down, some of her short wavy jet-black hair sticking to her wet face. Giving her a smile, Pippa sits at the table with the rest of the group. Illuminated by candlelight certainly makes them look a bit more menacing but that isn’t the case.

Straight across from Pippa is A’ommi. The small Woodland Elf has dark-bronze skin that reminds Pippa of melted chocolate, the way it makes her stomach all warm. Brushing her well-muscled frame all the way down to her calves was lovely strands of straight copper hair, that if she were to stand in the sunlight it would light up like a mane of unchecked fire. A’ommi’s round, striking golden eyes look to Pippa with a small sense of humor. If she had heard A’ommi’s joke Pippa’s small smile would have become a steady grin but instead her eyes continue strolling down her body.

Even with the rain and muck A’ommi never wears anything other than simple deer leathers. Not shoes, not a cloak, or even a hair tie to hold all her hair back. They’re poor quality and very worn, the edges starting to break away but they get the job done as they cover the parts to keep her decent but leave enough showing to show off her trails of tattoos consisting of moons and stars. A sharp jab in Pippa’s side grounded her back in reality. “Ah! Denali, watch the nails please” she reminds with a short, distracted chuckle.

With an amused smile and excited carnelian-colored eyes, the silver-hued devil girl titters “I’m sorry, you just weren’t paying attention”.

She has such a sweet voice, so happy and confident. With a thin face, tight-pursed lips and deep purple ram horns on either side of her head the playful girl was easily the most distinguishable girl of the group. Most people just called them called them Durgians, devil-folk, servants of the god Undullos, or any manner of hateful slur but those with open minds just knew they were people with horns and tails. Denali was no exception. She was just a kid after all, only twenty-two.

A kid with a kind heart and cheeky, sharp tongue. Denali always dresses herself in clothes to match her personality. An elegantly made deep ocean blue, knee length dark blue skirt and white top with a sweetheart cut and puffy sleevelets. Tilting her head she slowly starts to braid her lavender colored hair, smiling all the while.

While Denali was taller than Pippa and towered over her mother by a whole two feet she was only the third tallest out of them all. “I wish it wasn’t raining” Denali whines, looking out the nearby window.

“But what would little devil do? It’s much too crowded to play!” Mogar rebuttals, pulling Denali onto his lap.

A...half-man, of few and choppy words. Pippa chuckles very softly under her breath. All heart and muscle; lots of muscles. From the waist down, Mogar’s legs are human. The sight of the upper half of Mogar however makes everyone flee, well almost everyone.

Half-man, half-bull. With a thick neck and broad, wide shoulders Mogar was covered in short, coarse black fur from snout to hips. His well-built chest is littered with jagged battle scars from the years. His long cow ears are comparably soft to the rest of his body, and perhaps the tip of snout right before his wet nose. It makes Pippa smile whenever she sees Denali running her hands over Mogar’s head, all the way to the top of his tall, thick, dark sandy colored oxen horns.

The two enjoy one another's affections greatly. The sheen in his fiery, ember golden eyes make many wonder if a demon of Hell was upon them but never her. Two of the same; like a fire, burning steady and true with unbridled excitement. One feeding the other with bravery and curiosity. Never far apart from the other, they do everything together. A romance only found in stories.

Pippa rolls her eyes before catching A’ommi’s wide-eyed stare. They are fixated on the opposite wall. Turning her head she sees out the rain splattered windows people running and shouting. Several people point towards the shore.

“What the..”. Before they can even get to their feet, the bar door slams open.

A wet, filthy human man with a scruffy face shouts to the curious patron. “There’s a ship! It’s huge and she’s making port!” he shouts before running back out.

“A ship?” Denali echoes.

“We should go check it out” A’ommi states, already out of her seat.

Nodding, the rest of them follow her lead. Soon as she stepped outside, Pippa notices the sky; still cloudy but the rain had ceased. Surrounding the docks, the mass of survivors clamor in hopeful excitement. They part like waves seeing Mogar heading towards them, making it easy for Pippa and them to reach the dock end. A normally tense walk in town felt strangely calm as icy stares fixated on the ship rather then the elf walking with them. Yet another thing to be grateful for.

Pippa’s mouth falls softly open. Fog rolls off the side of the massive ship. Ten thousand dark wood planks create the elegant curves of this tall ship. Masts as tall as castles held white sails embroidered with an unknown yellow sigil are puffed full of wind. The water meets her bows with the dignity of a queen. Creating her own waves, waves that presented them with a new path.

A man wrapped in an emerald colored cloak stands at the end of the boarding ramp. Tousled wisps of black hair fall out from his cloak's hood. The shaded face of a man can be seen from under it. He lifts his head, letting his hood fall to his shoulders. While his body was well toned and muscular his apricot skinned face was skinny with his cheekbones almost making him seem like a skeleton. Almond-shaped, pale green eyes scan the crowd. From them radiates intensity but also an honest kindness. His lips curl upward.

“Citizens! I am Soren SwordBreaker” he declares, his voice booming over them. Pippa takes a step back at this sudden voice.

“I come from the island of Kelradan! Where I have been sent by King Belleran to provide the survivors of the mainland safe passage to the city of Erantel!”. Soren looks out to the confused, murmuring people.

“You’re safe now” he tells them. Although his smile seems reassuring, Pippa is filled with unease.

#Fantasy #beta readers #WIP #writing

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cathygeha · 4 years

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Darkness Falls by Margaret Murphy

Clara Pascal #1

Have you ever had a day that looked promising only to have everything start to slip and slide away from you? You are ready and eager for work, not expecting to drop your daughter off at school and definitely not expecting to be kidnapped. And, that is just what happens to Clara Pascal...she is snatched from the street and carried away, put into a dark place and treated abysmally for days. All the time she wonders who took her, why she was taken and how she can get away.

This book has more than one thread to be followed:

* Clara’s time in the dark

* Police Procedural aspects

* Glimpses of how Clara’s husband, daughter and the nanny are doing

* Side story relevant to one of her cases

* And a few others

What I liked:

* The intensity of the part dealing with Clara’s experiences in the dark

* The why of the taking of Clara

* Clara’s insights

* Pippa – Clara’s nine year old daughter

* The twists and turns

* The slow revelations

* The real feel of it all

* The psychological insights some experienced

* The resolution

What I did not like:

* The evil people I was meant to dislike

* That justice wins – sort of

* The slow revelations – sometimes too slow for me

* The police procedural part sometimes lost me

* The sexism, female degradation and such

Did I enjoy the book? Eventually...almost gave up in the beginning

Would I read more in this series? I think so

Why? Because by the end of the story I was invested and wanted to see what would happen in book two of the series

Thank you to NetGalley and Joffe for the ARC – This is my honest review.

3-4 Stars

BOOK DESCRIPTION

‘Darkness Falls is a model of what the modern suspense thriller should be — tense, scary, page-turning and stomach-churning — because we care most of all about what happens to the characters. Set aside a day — you won't be able to put it down once it has you in its grip.’ Val McDermid

‘A piece of absolutely terrifying writing . . . This is crime's most compelling, chilling book ever.’ North Wales Chronicle

CLARA PASCAL HAS IT ALL

She’s beautiful, successful and devoted mother. People want to be her.

THEN IT’S SNATCHED AWAY

Now, robbed of everything that gives her life meaning, she lies chained to the stone wall of a dark cellar – without food, warmth, or sleep, without even the most basic communication.

HER ABDUCTOR WON’T EVEN TELL HER WHY HE’S TAKEN HER

As the police team frantically investigates, knocking on doors, following up wisps of leads, bullying, cajoling, begging witnesses for help, it seems that Clara Pascal has disappeared without trace.

Meanwhile, in her dark prison, Clara begins to suspect why her kidnapper has kept her alive. And the reason is terrifying.

DISCOVER AN ABSOLUTELY COMPELLING PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER BY AN AWARD-WINNING WRITER

This dark, twisting thriller will have you gripped from start to breathtaking finish. Perfect for fans of Carol Wyer, Lisa Jewell, Karin Slaughter, Jess Ryder, Mark Edwards and Charlie Gallagher.

PRAISE FOR MARGARET MURPHY

‘A skillfully plotted story with strongly drawn characters.’ Sunday Telegraph

‘Just what British crime writing is crying out for — a compassionate, grass roots British novel with the pace, energy and impeccable research of an American thriller.’ Mo Hayder

‘Sets new standards in the psychological thriller . . . It's hard to believe something this assured is a first novel. A remarkable debut — threatening, thrilling and thoroughly authentic.’ Val McDermid

‘Debut crime novels that can be praised unreservedly are rare. Murphy creates terrific menace and tension, well-climaxed.’ Marcel Berlins, The Times

‘Exemplary chiller . . . If Murphy's appointed task is to scare the reader she succeeds brilliantly.’ Literary Review

‘Clara will fascinate readers . . . fans will value this dark psychological thriller.’ Midwest Book Review

#Margaret Murphy #Joffe Books #NetGalley #Clara Pascal 1 #Mystery #Thriller #Kidnapping #Crime #Fiction

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emetoandotherthings · 7 years

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What are Gang 4s personalities like? (Other than the ones you've already done...)

Thank you so much - this is an absolutely super question!!

Here are Xander and Lyle’s personality descriptions!

Zubin - Zubin is an odd one because he essentially has two very different personalities depending on who he is around...When he’s with family or at Mosque, he’s a diminutive Muslim boy who is respectful and quiet. But if he’s around his friends he’s bubbly and camp and outgoing, and does pretty much everything a good Muslim boy shouldn’t do..

Aaliyah - She’s more reserved than her brother. More focused and driven and very naturally intelligent and capable. She’s not expected to be a high achiever but that drives more. She’s less of a partier but enjoys being with her friends. She’s remarkably loyal and is her brother’s confidante. She’s definitely the “mum” friend.

Pippa - She’s a bit of a will o’ a wisp - she is very into drama and musical theatre, and she can change her outward personality easily. She’s got a low attention span and gets distracted a lot; she rubs people up the wrong way a lot because she’s quite melodramatic, but when you get to know her you realise she’s not very confident, but she has a heart of gold.

Seòras - He’s conflicting. He’s disciplined and organised about his studies, but in other aspects of his life he’s chaotic. He acts spontaneously a lot, but often that’s because he gets anxious about things if he stops and thinks about them. He’s curious about everything and asks lots of questions - he likes to know where he stands.

#Est replies #ocs #oc asks #personalities #Zubin #Aaliyah #Pippa #Seòras #its-a-goddamn-heartbreak

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Take A Hint

Lin Manuel Miranda x fem!reader • Warnings: swearing, tiny suicide mention • Authors Note: im really sorry, check my future posts for a sorry explanation as to why I'm such a dick lmfao • You pressed your ear to the door, straining to hear the soft voices from inside. Everyone from the cast had seemingly disappeared all at once, and you found yourself wandering the halls till you saw an unfortunately tall Daveed Diggs slipping away into Lin's dressing room. "Can't seem to figure it out..." The voice quieted, and then they were all speaking at once, making it insanely difficult for you to keep up. "Maybe if we..." "No we've tried that..." "It's a possibility..." You could identify the angelic voice of Pippa as she called order to the disorganized meeting, and she hushed everyone suddenly. You heard footsteps approaching the door, and you quickly jumped back and sprinted around the corner. Pippa's head poked out from behind the slightly ajar door, and she looked from side to side, searching for eavesdroppers. Finding none, she shut the door with a definite click, and the voices resumed talking. You tiptoed back to your dressing room, and picked up your phone, debating on calling someone and asking where they all were. Deciding against calling, you clicked on Lin's contact and began typing. ~ "Oh my god. Guys Y/N texted me!" Talk stopped, and immediately everyone was crowding around the phone, screaming to know what she said. Pippa shouted over the mess of people to quiet for a moment, and looked out the peephole once more to check if Y/N was lurking. "We're good. Go on Lin!" Lin opened the message. "Hey b! Where's everyone at? I'm lonely :(" There was a beat of silence, and then the loudness resumed. "You've got to go to her dressing room." "Are you crazy? That'd be suicide!" "Well, are you just going to let her sit around and find a new guy?" Lin ran his fingers through his hair, and called for order. "You guys, I've been thinking. As much as I really hope that this isn't true, what if she isn't into me? I mean, I gotta respect her decision and not be a dick about it and keep flirting with her." Everyone turned their eyes toward Jasmine, who was Y/N's best friend. "I mean, it's not very likely." She chewed on a fingernail, nervous as she spoke quickly. She felt immensely guilty for betraying her best friend like this, but it was for the good of Lin and you both. "She talks about you all the time, and she'll sometimes be smiling down at her phone and when I ask her what she's looking at she'll say nothing, but when she gets up and leaves her phone with me I'll see she was looking at your Twitter. I think she likes you, but doesn't think you like her back." Everyone groaned, as it seemed they were back to square 1. "Can she not take a hint? God, of all the things that I did I thought she'd at least have some wisp of knowledge by now!" Oak gestured towards Lin's phone, the messages app still open. "Are you going to leave her on read?" Lin's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. "SHIT!" ~ You set your phone down, exhaling slowly and tapping your foot. It had been exactly 12 minutes since you'd sent Lin a text, and he saw it 10 minutes ago, but hadn't replied. You paced around your dressing room, hands clasped behind your back as you crossed the room back and forth. You were just turning on your heel when your door opened, causing you to jump back quickly to avoid the tops of your toes to be scratched. A slightly disheveled Lin stood at the door, about a dozen of your cast mates standing ground behind him. "Hi, Y/N." You smiled, and backed away from the door, inviting everyone in. To your surprise, everyone but Lin walked out of the doorway, and shut the door behind them, leaving you to smile awkwardly at Lin before speaking. "To what do I owe the honor, Mr. Miranda?" You joked as he smiled. "Just..." He swallowed and looked more nervous than you had ever seen him. "Are you okay, Lin? Here sit." You scooted over in your chair and gestured for him to sit next to you. His leg pressed into your thigh, and you felt your face warming up at the sudden closeness of you two. "I just need to say something right now, and it'll be ten times easier to say if you don't make any decisions till I'm done, so here we go." He spoke so quickly that you struggled to keep up with his words. "I've liked you for a long time, Y/N. Longer than you probably know. If you even know. But no matter. You were just this sweet, amazingly funny and beautiful girl and I couldn't keep my eyes off you since Day 1. I've tried so many times to express my affections towards you," He cringed, and laughed afterwards. "I sound like I'm quoting a Thomas Jefferson letter. The point is, I need to know if you've taken the hint or if I need another gesture to make it known." You were at a loss for words, so you did what anyone who had a mouth but no words would do. You kissed him. His initial reaction was surprised, but soon he entangled his hands in your hair and pulled you closer. You pulled away only when you heard cheers from the door, and groaned and hid your face as your fellow actors and actresses clapped and whooped. Lin smiled down at you, making you blush and wrap your arms around him. "I'm glad you took a hint."

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton imagines #hamilton broadway #hamilton imagine #broadway #lin manuel x reader #lin manuel imagine #lin manuel #lin manuel miranda #lmm

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thornforgestudios · 1 year

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Another animation test by @tfallanimation! Color and compositing by @tanglecolors

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#furry #animation #pippa and the wisp

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katef-m · 7 years

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Roll Bus Roll | New York, NY

Back in your arms, New York, and it feels so good. We depart from Montreal at quarter to midnight. It's snowing again. Bus sleep is interrupted twice: at the US border, and then in Albany, where we're kicked off our Greyhound to wait for half an hour in a terrible concrete bus station devoid of benches, everybody stale and blurry with tiredness. I think of The Dharma Bums:

'The bus came at four o'clock and we were at Birmingham Alabama in the middle of the night, where I waited on a bench for my next bus trying to sleep on my arms on my rucksack but kept waking up to see the pale ghosts of American bus stations wandering around: in fact one woman streamed by like a wisp of smoke, I was definitely certain she didn't exist for sure. On her face the phantasmal belief in what she was doing... On my face, for that matter, too.'

Lights out all the way through Vermont. I wake to a New Jersey sunrise, my eyes opening precisely as the state line flashes past the window. Everybody else on the bus is asleep but I'm wide-eyed and over-excited to be in Bruce Springsteen's home state, winding towards New York. Port Authority is hot and loud, full of screeching announcements and too many people. We brush our teeth in the bathrooms, re-layer jumpers, drink Stumptown coffee in the dim-lit, fancy-pants Ace Hotel lobby, then ride the subway to our Brooklyn Airbnb. In the afternoon we carry our snow-sodden clothes to a nearby laundromat where the air is warm and soapy.

The following morning I put my fleece on and we run eight miles round Prospect Park in the freezing rain, first heading up the long straight Brooklyn streets and getting lost around the botanic gardens. The park is empty save for clumps of brown leaves left over by autumn, like bran flakes left too long in milk, the trees now spiky with December cold. We splash round the running loop, and we see scarcely another soul. Rosy-cheeks rewarded with Dun-well's vegan doughnuts, a little later we find ourselves in East Village, where a sunset glows fierce pink-purple-orange behind tenements and tall buildings, outlining fire-escapes and falling heavy on the sidewalk, like all good New York City sunsets do. We finger old leather jackets in thrift stores and then meet a friend for drinks, bar-hopping numerous fairy-lit watering holes. Each street is prettier than the last, the bars themselves havens of light and warmth looping along the neighbourhood. But no snow like in Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch:

'Tiny table. My knee to her knee-was she aware of it? Quite as aware as I was? Bloom of the candle flame on her face, flame glinting metallic in her hair, hair so bright it looked about to catch fire. Everything blazing, everything sweet. They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arms around a girl like on the old record cover-because Pippa was exactly that girl, not the prettiest, but the no-makeup and kind of ordinary-looking girl he'd chosen to be happy with, and in fact that picture was an ideal of happiness in its way, the hike of his shoulders and the slightly embarrassed quality of her smile, that open-ended look like they might just wander off anywhere they wanted together, and-there she was! her!'

I make two mental notes: to visit Greenwich Village's Jones Street, the location of that record cover, and to see it in the snow one day.

That Greenwich Village pilgrimage happens the very next afternoon. I am alone in the sunshine, and then my phone dies. Annoyed, I think about how this is the first time in years I'll traverse a city without a smartphone. But it turns out to be fun, roaming the cold sunny streets with no direction, thinking about all the people who started up their dreams here. The early twentieth-century bohemians; the Cafe Society lot a hundred years later, Paul Robeson and Ella, and Billie singing Strange Fruit; the fifties Beats adopting the Village as their east coast home,;Dylan Thomas collapsing at the Chelsea Hotel, Patti Smith living in the Chelsea Hotel, Leonard Cohen singing about it; other stars flickering into life: Hendrix, Dave Van Ronk, Joni Mitchell, Simon & Garfunkel, The Lovin' Spoonful, The Velvet Underground, Lou Reed. Bob Dylan, of course. A teenage Springsteen playing with his band The Castiles at Cafe Wha?. It's one of the few clubs still shaking its ass - the Gaslight's long gone - and late every night a queue weaves round the side of the building. Today the neighbourhood is jammed with cars, tourists, students, high rents. But after hours, the streets fizz. It's too early to tell whether this is just me being an excited music-nerd, or the after-effects of a great slice of pizza from Joe's. Or there's still magic here, tucked inside tiny candlelit bars and feathery snowflakes and the remnants of previous decades, of iconic record covers and ideals of happiness. Because we did get Joe's pizza that night, after five minutes navigating the Strand bookstore crowds, and stand-up tickets to a Broadway show (Matilda), which was really good, but it's the Village food afterwards I'll remember most. Hot cheap falafel next door to the Wha?, then Joe's - the place is crowded with coloured lights and midnight eaters shaking chili flakes onto steaming slices - and then nutella crepes, and now it is very late and we run through the dark chilly streets to the subway station.

New Year's Eve starts smug: we rattle to Upper West Side for a yoga class followed by a 10k run around Central Park. Being bagel fiends, we trek to Williamsburg in our sweaty gear to eat three of the best filled bagels you'll ever find: pumpernickel with hummus and grilled aubergine, cinnamon with walnut cream cheese, french toast with butter. After all of this it seems to be evening again and there's a party in our apartment. Balloons and banners await guests in the living room and on the kitchen table sits a big container of cheese balls, the sink filled with beer and ice cubes. Suddenly there are a lot of drunk Australians, and the room is full, and I am not quite drunk enough, but drunk enough to hit balloons about and dance. On the rooftop a moustached artist tells me about our mutual connection to music and how there's a secret second rooftop. At midnight we see the fireworks glitter silently over Manhattan, and suddenly everybody knows about the second rooftop and we're there, balancing beer up a wooden ladder. This being America, the party wraps up by 3am, and a few of us sit on the rooftop playing Springsteen's Streets of Philadelphia as somebody collects bottles and sweeps around our feet.

2017: it begins with a Brooklyn rooftop, a long sleep, and a free coffee from a Manhattan Pret - 'this one's on the house, ma'am!' - followed by Bryant Park in the sunshine, ice skaters, giant pretzels, chimney stack cake. The following day, our last in the city, we go out with a bang. Levain cookies from Upper West side: the girl raises an eyebrow when we order a second, and it does nearly overwhelm us: the subway ride downtown is not pleasant. East Village's Crif Dogs (corndogs and tater tots) for dinner, as people queue for the speakeasy next door, and Big Gay Ice Cream for dessert. My cone is lined with peanut butter, I repeat, my cone is lined with peanut butter. Last of all, pints at Swift, warming the bar stools for a long while, the Christmas lights glowing through our beer. And it's midnight in Manhattan, and we're on our way.

Roll bus roll, take me off A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft If I fall asleep, don't wake me up Roll bus roll, take me up Old bodegas and old streetlights Harlem looks so warm tonight All those cheap desserts, memory hurts, I could die I gotta take two Tylenols and close my eyes places: Stumptown/Ace Hotel lobby | 18 W 29th Street, Manhattan Dun-well Doughnuts | 222 Montrose Avenue, Brooklyn Cafe Wha? | 115 Macdougal Street, Manhattan Strand bookstore | 828 Broadway, Manhattan Joe's Pizza | 7 Carmine Street, Manhattan Yoga to the People | 2710 Broadway, Manhattan Bread Brothers Bagel Cafe | 220 Bushwick Avenue, Brooklyn Levain bakery | 167 W 74th Street, Manhattan Crif Dogs | 113 St Marks Place, Manhattan Big Gay Ice Cream | 125 E 7th Street, Manhattan Swift Hibernian Lounge | 34 E 4th Street, Manhattan

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Character Plot Master List

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Abel is poly. Abigal x BonBon x Roshana (Temius) Acapella x ??? Adelaide is poly. Adria x Thalia (Marinity) Altair x Cyota x Alshain (Magician Arcana) Ammon x ??? Arceus x ??? Archimedes x Seraphim x Kitten (Yushi) Armani x Oberon (nepsah) Artemis x Taeliesan (Temius) Aster x Niveah (Marinity) Aten is poly. Aubery x Abraxis (Temius) Aura x Caliper (Temius) Ayumi x Reichii x Nyxxie (Yushi) Birgit x Zynas (Koiasi) Birkita x Alexander x Aiken (Yushi) Bismuth x ??? Burvia x Joseth x Esrael. Poly for women only, and if she finds 'the one', that's it. (Caff, Rose) Cain x Thanatos x Hawthorn (Temius/Yushi) Carmine x Gemini (ashes) Carnelia x Illyas (Temius) Castiel x Kai (iMattie) Castus x Druzy (Caff) Cela x Draven (itsie) Cignus x Dust (Yushi) Cinder x Khefri (Temius) Cliff x ??? Cobalt x ??? Coralie x Tricia (itsie) Cosette x Spider x Yumi (Yushi & Temius) Dawbie x Reese (iMattie) Daerin x ??? Demetri x Francis (iMattie) Devanerus x ??? Dorian is poly. Dottie x ??? Elena x Opal x Vesper (Temius) Elijah x ??? (twins with Elliot; one is plotted to nepsah -- still up in the air which) Elliot x ??? (twins with Elijah; one is plotted to nepsah -- still up in the air which) Ember x Temandani (Strawberri Stardust) Emmeline x Stella (Temius) Emrys x Midna x ??? (self + other) Tentative to Alika - Marinity Epinard x Juniper (self) Esme x ??? Esuyak x ??? Euince x ??? Fauna x Beatriz x Pippa (iMattie & Temius) Flora x ??? crushing on Caliper, though. Probably nothing will come of it. Francesca x Korr (Koiasi) Fredrich x Samhain (Temius) Freya x Forzai (Temius) Frost x Thoth x Joselyn (Temius) Gaius x Minnun x Mizar (Nasaiki/Yatsu) Galexus x Cybelle (Yushi) Ginger x Chloe (Yushi) Hanuman x Lotan (Caff) Harmony x ??? Harpie x Lotte (ashes) Hasina x Ayame (Yushi) Hexen x Bayde (neonmace) Howl x ??? (nepsah wants plots) Icarus (TAKEN) Ichigo x ??? Ignius x Muffy (smolderingskies) Imogen x Filigree (Temius) Jango x ??? Jaxon x Bismae (Temius) Jerika x Valerie (iMattie) Joy x ??? (currently 'married' to Seadric; will be divorcing) Juniper x Epinard (self) Junpei x ??? Kaholo x ??? Knox x ??? Koukakala x Kaleo (nepsah) Krill x Sedna (Leopleuradon) Laviticus is poly. Likais is poly. Loki x Lumi x Sadako (has ex-lover plots; **WARNING** can be abusive. I DO NOT CONDONE ABUSE PLOTS, he's just an awful character. Love for him to change somehow) (Magi and Yushi) Lorilei x Tallulah x Naida (Yushi) Lumin x Nimue (Temius) Luna x Spirit (Yushi) Lunette x ??? Lysanthir x ??? Madeline x Primrose (smolderingskies) Maeva x Eva (Yushi) Magnolia is poly. Malerie x Eques (Yushi) Manny x ??? Merium x Weilyme (Temius) Mickey x Chesire (Yushi) Midna x Emrys x ??? (self + other) Mika x Maelish (Panda Moor) Mimosa x ??? Mordikai x ??? Morgana x ??? Mormay x ??? (Marinity wants plots) Mother x ??? Nahmir x Florence (ashes) Namika x ??? Nausicaa x Evan (Panda Moor) Nemoi x Charlotte (Yushi) Nenet x Crux Olivander x Lilium (Koiasi)

Ollie x Mitra (Caff) Oolong x Clover x Petunia (Yushi) Osiris x Jude (Panda Moor) Pann x ??? Paru x Luna (yushi's luna) Pearl is poly. Pekoe x Taegan (Strawberri Stardust) Percy x Marie x Tanya (Rose/Caff) Peredur x ??? Peridot x ??? Philo x Faust (Nasaiki) Quasim x Aiko (Yushi) Raa x Ella (Yushi) Raenen x ??? Rajna x Arden (Panda Moor) Rekka x Reingly (Panda Moor; Poly) Remy x Nicolette (smolderingskies) Rhys x Raina x Syndri (Temius/Koiasi) Rosalie x Andreas Roxy x Nyria (Koiasi) Sagi x Daichi (Yushi) Scarab x Samara (Yushi) Sencha x ??? Seshara x Orzara (smolderingskies) Sharpie x Kaleido (iMattie) Sharul x Zabette (Temius) Sirius x Phia (Mriae) Smolder x Cassie x Aten (Panda Moor) Syrus x Roan (Temius) Talfia x Rune (ashes) Target x Ellette (Koiasi) Taryn x ??? Temmar x ??? (Temius wants plots) Thema x Mimsy (Yushi) Tora x Reegan (Huni Pi) Troy x ??? Tucker x Idris (Caff) Tyberia x Yutoyu (Temius) Vaeryn x Maeve (Yushi) Vella x Lark (Temius) Wednesday x Caper (Panda Moor) Willoughby x Beast (Yasha) Wisp x ??? Yuna x ??? Valo x ??? Zamir x Reignley -- open relationship? (Panda Moor)

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