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moonyasnow · 4 months ago

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Behold:

My Clown Child

Before I get to yapping about Mallory and the design stuff it's FINAL POLL TIME!

(They're all turning into such characters I love it)

So yeah this is gonna be the FINAL poll for the Draconia siblings! So as a special treat ahead of time I'll be sharing some of my inspiration I'd be having in mind when creating the outfits, by way of screenshots from their pinterest boards:

Ok now onto Mallory!

His biggest inspiration is probably Clopin from the Hunchback of Notre Dame (as in, I eye-dropped the purple and orange colors straight from Clopin's outfit)

Seeing Mallory next to all the others is so funny because just look at this design compared to the others. Like yes the standard elements of what I like to include in Briar Valley designs are still there (the lattice pattern, the pearls, the thorns, the 1500s inspiration) but the COLORS

They're the only one of the siblings to include the color yellow/orange in their design!

Briar Valley and its rules and its gloomy atmosphere wasn't for them, but they still love their family, you know? So I did still wanna include the same elements in their design as with the others.

Oh! And that metal thing at the top of their head in their Jester's hat is supposed to resemble the forehead section of their grandma Maleanor's crown! The black spots on it aren't gems though; they're just painted black, so they're completely flat

And the second version, with the hat and their face painted, is just for when they're on stage for their work.

I love how different Mallory is from a lot of their siblings. Like they're someone who really genuinely believes the world is a wonderful place and loves life and wants to experience as much of it as they can

Really the definition of a 'free spirit'.

The dude is a prince of a kingdom with a black green and silver color scheme but dresses like THAT and joined a traveling circus. I think that tells you as much as you need to know about them really.

I haven't really been as good at going in-depth with my thoughts recently so I'm gonna share two songs that I think really represent Mallory well:

ALSO SOME FUN CONTEXT!

I actually imagine that during GloMas, Rollo becomes basically enamoured with Irina; she's magicless (in his mind that makes her more 'pure' and 'good' than anyone else she's surrounded by) and living surrounded by so many asshole mages essentially, and she's just got that vibe to her that probably makes him feel like he needs to protect her

BUT THEN SHE GOES AND MARRIES THE FCKN MAGIC LIZARD--

So then I'm imagining Mallory's troupe traveling and staying in Fleur City a while and a now older Rollo is just hit with a feeling of 'if things had gone the way I wanted this would be my child' Because aside from a few fae/draconic traits, Mallory is the one of the kids who resembles irina the most

I imagine the two have a fun dynamic going on when Mallory is in Fleur city. Like they'll joke with him a lot of and he just obviously thinks it's bothersome and they do clock that but they just keep going because either he gets used to it eventually and maybe even smiles at one of their jokes one day, or he blows up and they can still pat themself on the back for getting some kind of reaction out of him.

So win/win in their eyes! They're very optimistic in that way. And in a way, since they're always looking on the bright side, they never really lose. Because to them, even something unexpected happening is just a fun twist they weren't expecting.

And instead of using their magic for 'proper' things (which Malcolm becomes annoyed at them for because magic has never come naturally to him even though he takes it so seriously so it's just not FAIR to see his older sibling use their natural affinity for it for simple parlor tricks) they use it to make people, especially kids, laugh.

Oh, and they use that teleportation spell their dad also has, and they use it a LOT They love the showmanship aspect of just randomly appearing in a burst of green fireflies It's dramatic in just the way they love

Oh and because of the bells on their shoes their every step is followed by a jingling sound.

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phantomoftheorpheum · 1 year ago

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y'all, I wrote this ridiculously long analysis of the first 2 eps of PLL: OS (Summer School), but it was too long so this is what you get instead.

*Spoilers for 1x01, 1x02, and the "Weeks Ahead" trailer

I see a lot of people suspicious that Christian may be related to (or good friends) with Chip, and I do understand where those theories are coming from. I personally think it's more likely that Christian will be an early suspect of the season. I think the girls will discover that Christian made the "Bloody Rose" mask/costume, and believe he is involved, but that we will find out that it was a commissioned work and he doesn't know the identity of the person who bought it (they might even use this to have him describe a character who came to pick up the mask/outfit, but intentionally make us think of someone else- like describing an older white lady and the show points us at Chip's mom, or Kelly's mom, or Dr. Sullivan, etc. depending on who they don't want us to suspect). Obviously this is conjecture and I could be totally off base, but that's my read on Christian. This is also not to suggest that I think he's 100% above board (I have some other theories about him), but this is where I am with him at this moment.

Female rage has always been a major theme of this reboot, and it feels particularly relevant, considering "Rose" is our scary person in a mask, so personally I really do hope the main person responsible (even if there are multiple people involved) this season is a woman. I think it just fits the theme of the show really well. That being said, I could be talked around to alternatives.

I can't stop considering how the Our Mother of Holy Grace church comes into play here. So, here's where that takes my brain. This church is led by Pastor Malachi. Interesting choice of names- Malachi is the last book of the Old Testament. It focuses on criticizing those who are not committed/faithful enough, and also criticizes those who question God's justice. We know that Rose Waters (the real Rose Waters) was incredibly religious, and that she wielded religion as a tool in her abuse of Angela and Archie. "Bloody Rose" wears a crown of thorns, an incredibly famous bit of religious imagery. The actual Rose Waters walked the path of "religious woman who failed her children (was abusive towards them & did not protect Angela from her "friends") and lost one to violence, then became violent with those she blamed for this." We have another character who could easily walk that same path- Mrs. Beasley is a religious woman who failed her children (Karen, dead. Kelly isolated & traumatized, neither protected from this sequence of events) and lost one to violence, then became violent with those she blamed for this (stabbed her husband). But there could be a lot more people than Tom Beasley on her "blame" list. Particularly if her feelings/grief around Karen have become tangled up in her religious devotion. That is to say that, so far, everyone who has died in this season (though the first few kills were Archie's) could easily be considered a "sinner" ("the guilty" from season 1, the teens in the cabin, Sandy "tempting" Greg), and "Bloody Rose" may see herself as meting out God's justice. But then... why the girls? Well, it sounds like they are getting "tests" this year, which, similar to last season, makes me think they are not kill targets (yet), that "Rose" is still deciding about them. Anyway, again, all conjecture/interpretation and I could be completely off base.

I think people are gonna hate to hear it, but- I think we might be getting a lot of Faran & Greg this season (I don't mean this romantically, though I don't think that's 100% out of the question, either). Greg's actor got his billing upgraded between seasons, which implies he'll have more screen time. I don't think the Henry/Faran relationship is long for this world (she's lying to him, he seems resentful that he chose to stay behind with her, she told Kelly she doesn't know what they have in common outside of dance, he ignored her when she asked him to let her handle things, they just aren't clicking), and I think Faran & Greg may end up (unwillingly) teamed up trying to figure out what's going on with Kelly & the church.

Random, but I think we might get a "secluded cabin in the woods" episode this season, since that's a big summer slasher trope and they reminded us right away that Imogen's dad has one of those.

I have 3 categories for characters (not including the main 5 girls), "actual suspects," "suspicious by default, but could go either way," and "keeping my eye on you." Here they are-

Actual Suspects - Mrs. Beasley, Mrs Beasley + Kelly, Mrs. Beasley + Pastor Malachi, Any combination of people from the church, Chip's Mom, Dr. Sullivan.

Suspicious By Default, But Could Go Either Way - Jen, Christian, Johnny, Coach Rhodes, Imogen's dad.

Keeping My Eye On You - Wes, Shawn, Ash, Henry

I think that's it for now. I'm sure I'm wrong about a lot of stuff, but it's the guessing that makes it fun imo.

#pll original sin #pll os #pll summer school #pll os summer school #pretty little liars #pretty little liars original sin #pretty little liars summer school #mine #thoughts #pll spoilers #pll summer school spoilers

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rubywwaltz · 2 months ago

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Hello there. May I ple6se have NPTs for a Rose V6nt6s (Kankri w6ys)? If that’s 6lri9ht, of course.

thank you kindly for the request, anon! i hope this turned out alright for you, and as alwways feel free to send in another ask if youd like to specify or twweak anythin.

ROSE VANTAS NPT

(requested by anon)

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NAMES

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adelaide, adin, adriel, alder, amber, ambrose, angelo/a, aster, astrid, atticus, august, ayla, beau, briar, carmilla, caspian, cedar, celeste, dakota, dante, eden, elias, emrie, enola, esther, eve, everest, ezra, florian, helios, holly, irina, jude, juno, kais, kendall, kieran, kinley, laurel, lucian, lucille, magnus, malachi, mckinley, micah, miriam, morgan, moriah, noir, oleander, quinn, raine, raizel, ramona, raysa, revel, rook, rowan, rozlyn, ruby, rumor, sage, scarlett, shay, shiloh, (sin)clair, styx, tansy, taylor, tessa, thorn, valor, vendetta, victor, vincent, virgil, vivian, xavier, zinnia

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PRONOUNS

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sangui/sanguis, ves/vessel/vesself, vis/viscer/visceras/visceraself, lu/lux/luxself, gleam/gleams, sol/sols, end/ends, fortune/fortunes, ty/tym, will/wills, divine/divines, fae/faer, ve/vim, ae/aer, ora/oracle/oracles

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TITLES

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The Seer, [NAME] the Wise, [PRN] the Insufferable, [PRN] who Bears Vast Knowledge, [PRN] of Divine Transformation

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baby-fae-thorn · 11 months ago

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Danger

Thorn had been wandering around the woods, a little aimlessly. He couldn't stop thinking about his encounters. The people he'd met. And that he still couldn't find Kye. He wasn't going to just go home without him. But the idea of the family leaving without them was so much to bear.

There was a faint, tugging sensation that stopped him in his tracks. The glimmer of a portal started to open in the clearing. Spitting out two fae. A tall dark haired one and a small fair haired one. The dark haired one was jerking the smaller by the arm. He caught sight of Thorn and stopped. For a moment, their eyes locked. Thorn shyed back a step. Not liking what he saw there. He jerked the smaller fae towards him.

"Tell him." He growled. "Tell him that his pain is on you. For refusing me."

Skylar stumbled forward a step. Meeting the shocked eyes of the young fae. "What?" He turned back towards Malachi. "No. No. You can't."

Thorn had a brief moment to wonder what he meant by that before the dark haired fae appeared before him. Close enough he could see the whites of his eyes. He gasped, staggering back, but the fae caught him by the arm. His grip hurt, and Thorn made a pained sound.

"You will bear me children!" He snarled at him.

"Malachi!" Skylar cried, throwing himself at him, grabbing him around the middle, in an attempt to pull him off the boy, but it was no use. Malachi flung his arm sending Skylar spiraling away and onto ground where his head collided with a large rock. And everything went black.

Fear gripped Thorn, the need to be away from here. He cried out again, when Malachi it seemed, jerked him against him. His fingers gripping him by the hair and wrenching his head back so he could crash their lips together. Thorn let out a pained gasp. And his kiss, his first kiss was viciously stolen from him by the crazed fae he'd never even seen before. He screamed out in his mind, the outrage of it.

Kye had felt it. His head snapping up in the direction of a scream. Though it wasn't a coherent one. One that could be heard by human ears. But he knew who it was. He knew in his soul who it was. And he took off at speed towards his baby brother.

As he stepped into the clearing, his glamor fell. His hair elongated into long golden tendrils. His brown eyes lightening to an icy blue. A cascade of sparkly freckles dotting accross his skin. His ears ending in a point. His magic licked up his arms as he came to a stop.

He took in the scene before him. Finding the crumpled form of the fae who had fallen. And the faerie knight, pinning his brother against a tree. Devouring him, hands groping at him. And Thorn, strugging feebly against him, tears wet on his cheeks. The anger in him raged like an inferno. Because how dare he. How dare he take what his brother had not given to him. "MALACHI!" His voice rang out accross the clearing. Because he knew that was exactly who this monster was. All of faerie knew.

Malachi ripped away from the young fae, letting him fall from his hands. He wiped at his mouth before turning his steely blue eyes on the one who had evoked the power of his name. He sized him up. A smirk tugging on his mouth.

Thorn fell onto the ground, chest heaving as helpless tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't catch his breath. But he saw Kye there. And it eased something inside of him. Because if Kye was there he was safe. His brother wouldn't allow anything else to happen to him.

"Problem...sprite?" Malachi asked Kye. An amused expression on his face.

Kye jerked his chin forward. "You will step away from my brother, sir." He said calmly.

His laugh echoed throughout the clearing. Malachi dropped his eyes towards the small fae he'd been molesting. Then turned his attention back to the other one. Who seemed far studier. He was considerably taller than Skylar was. Thin, delicately bones. Malachi would take great pleasure in breaking him, he thought. More so than the younger one. "Oh I see. Your brother." He took a menacing step forward. Noting with amusement that Skylar was beginning to rouse. This would be important for him to see, after all. To see what his refusal would cost others. "You see..." He purred. "Your brother..." He gestured towards the sniveling teen. "Is now mine. By the rules of faerie. He received my kiss. And did not refuse me. Therefore..." He shrugged nonchalantly. "He is mine."

"He is not yours, sir." Kye replied, not missing a beat. "He is pure, sir. Never been touched. And now, you have soiled him, sir. I shan't forgive you for that."

Thorn's trembling fingers came up to his lips. His glamor fell because he couldn't hold it up any longer. The true horror of what had happened washed over him. He had accepted a gift. Not willingly, but he'd accepted it. It didn't matter that it hadn't been fair. It didn't matter that he couldn't push him away. The law was clear. At least the law as far as he understood it was.

Malachi narrowed his eyes. "Shan't you? And what exactly do you intend on doing about it?"

Kye knew he was no match for Malachi. But right now the only thing standing between Malachi and Thorn was him. So, he had to make it right somehow. He extended a hand towards the ex-knight. "I offer you...a bargain." He said. An orb of light coalescing in his open palm. "A life for a life, sir. Or. Better yet, sir. Two lives for one, sir. Because I, sir. Have what you seek."

"Do you?" Malachi was interested now. His eyes raking over the form of the delicate fae. The light in his hand shimmering with an enticing glow.

The orb continued to shimmer. "I do, sir. I can give you a baby, sir. Thorn can not, sir. He is too young yet. And Skylar..." He cast an eye over at the fae in question, who had blood dripping down his face from a head wound. "Is no longer yours, sir. So. It would never work."

Malachi considered Skylar. A mixture of anger and something else in his eyes. He then returned his gaze to Kye. "You are offering yourself to me?"

Thorn gasped. "No! No! You can't!" He shifted over onto his knees. Desperation in his voice. Because no, That was not a suitable trade. It would never be suitable trade.

Kye smiled, though it was meant more for his baby brother than anyone else. "I am, sir. But first....first, they go free, sir. That is the trade, sir. Thorn and Skylar. For me, and your child, sir."

Skylar made a sound. It was a pained but enraged sound. "Malachi!" He snarled. His vision was blurry and he could barely focus on him. But he would not allow this. Would not allow for someone else to victim to Malachi. Never again. He could feel his bonds, one with Eric, one with Joel. And he wrapped a hand around them, tugging on them. Willing his mates to appear somehow. And knowing, above anything else. That they would come. "You are dead." Skylar said with absolute certainty.

Kye was startled by Skylar's rage and barely had time to prepare himself for Malachi's lunge. The both went crashing to the forest floor. Malachi rolling on top and pinning Kye beneath him. He gasped in pain at the assault. The crushing weight on him.

Malachi clawed at him, ripping his shirt open with clawed fingers. "MINE!" He hissed. "Give it to me!"

Thorn let out a cry, lurching forward to help his brother. Skylar sat, frozen where he was. The glowing orb now held triumphantly in Malachi's hands.

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littlepeakydevil · 3 months ago

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Part 10: Red Right Hand

Chapter 13: The Sixth Chime

Warnings: Violence.

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Tommy looked back and forth at the crowds moving about in the marketplace. Campbell unfolded the Most Wanted paper for him to take a look at the photos. He scanned the faces staring back at him, then tapped the one in the top left.

“Malachi Byrne,” Campbell sounded almost impressed. “Brigade Commander of the South Armagh IRA. You hooked yourself a big fish there.”

“With these guns as bait, who knows what we’ll catch?”

“We?” Campbell looked incensed. “Are you suggesting that you and I could work together as a team?”

“Isn’t that what we’re already doing?” Lily asked around her cigarette. He had asked her to come along, both for the simple reminder that not everyone in the world despised him, and because he needed someone around to make sure that he didn’t shoot Campbell at the first opportunity.

Despite his protests at them working as a team, Campbell seemed amiable to the plan and requests Tommy laid out for him. But as a sweetener, he made a point of reminding him of that medal he seemed so eager to earn.

Campbell chuckled. “If I get a medal, I will have your initials engraved on the backside.”

He really couldn’t help himself there. “My initials on your backside. That’s quite an image.”

Lily choked and clapped a hand over her mouth in a helpless attempt to cover her cackle. Tommy elbowed her good naturedly, which only prolonged her stifled giggles. It might have caused a bit of a blow to his relationship with Campbell, but it was worth it to get to hear Lily laugh like that.

Though even Campbell didn’t seem particularly angered at the comment, merely turning away. That was something.

“Inspector,” Tommy called out before he could leave, “since we’re getting on so well, can you answer me a question? Who gave you Freddie Thorne?” Perhaps, if he could give the rest of the family the name of whoever had actually turned Freddie in, they wouldn’t be so angry with him anymore.

“As everyone in the city knows, it was you, Mr. Shelby,” Campbell flashed him a cruel half smirk and began to walk away. Tommy looked on after him, trying to discern if that was just an attempt to get under his skin, or if it was the truth. To his frustration, he wasn’t sure.

“The fuck did he mean by that?” Lily asked. They began to move through the market in the opposite direction Campbell had gone.

“I want you to start keeping a closer eye on our men. Especially any of the new ones.”

Lily’s steps stuttered. “You think we have a mole?”

He grunted.

“Campbell is probably just fucking with you.”

“Maybe. But keep your eyes open for anything that seems off.”

“Yeah. Okay.” She tossed her cigarette away and slipped her arm into his. “He makes my skin crawl.”

“Who? Campbell?”

“Yeah,” she shook her head, pressing her side closer to his instinctively. “I don’t even know what it is. There’s just something…” she trailed off, biting her lip.

“What?”

“He’s cruel,” was all she said finally, shaking her head.

—

“Shit,” she heard Tommy mumble the moment he’d set the phone receiver down in its cradle. Looking up from the last bit of paperwork she was finishing up, she found him fumbling in a drawer, pulling out a map and making a few hasty markings on it with a pen.

“What’s wrong?”

“That was Byrne,” he nodded to the phone. “He’s coming now with two IRA men to collect the location of the guns.” He folded the map and tucked it into his pocket.

“At this hour?”

“Yes. And they want you and me to come alone.”

“Because they mean to kill us once you give them what they want,” she finished for him. “Fuck.”

“Call Campbell,” he pointed at the phone, standing. “Tell him we’re doing it tonight at the Garrison. I’ll be right back.” He didn’t give her an opportunity to ask anymore questions, already dashing out the door. She grabbed the phone, dialing the number for the police station. Campbell answered on the first ring, listened quietly to what she had to say, and informed her that he would send Sergeant Moss and some officers down to arrest the IRA men.

“Alright,” she looked up as Tommy re-entered the room. “Thank you. I have to go,” she hung up before he could respond.

“He’s sending Moss and some men. They’ll come in on the sixth chime of the clock.” Taking the coat he handed her, she pulled it on while following him to the door.

“Grace will still be at the Garrison, won’t she?” Tommy asked, checking his watch.

“Probably just closing up, but yeah.”

“Good. We’re going to need her help.”

“What–?”

“She won’t have to do anything but stand there and point a gun, don’t worry.”

There was no time to ask any follow-up questions. Not that she really needed to. She trusted him. Tommy banged his fist hard against the Garrison’s door once they arrived, the other hand clutching her fingers tightly.

“I don’t like getting her involved,” Lily said softly.

“I know. But we’re strapped for options, at the moment,” Tommy sighed, banging on the door again. A moment later the locks clicked and Grace's face greeted them. Tommy went barreling in, half dragging Lily behind him.

“Leave that open,” he called over his shoulder to Grace when she moved to lock the door again. He let go of Lily’s hand to check the door in the back. She set to work arranging the tables and chairs. A moment later Tommy rushed over to help her. Moving to the bar, they removed their caps, Lily running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to somewhat tame it. Grace moved to begin pouring them each a glass of whiskey, but Tommy held up a hand. “No.”

“Are you expecting trouble?”

“Yeah,” he pulled a revolver from his pocket. Grace eyed it where he set it down on the bar. He began to explain the situation to her, and what he was going to need her to do.

“I’m going to be sitting there. Lily’s sitting with me. They insisted that she be in on the meeting.”

“Because they know she’s your assassin,” Grace said simply, “and they want her somewhere they can see her.”

“Yes,” he affirmed before continuing to explain the rest of the plan. It really was just as simple as he had said. All she had to do was come out of the back on her cue and point the gun at the right people. Easy enough.

Outside, the clock chimed.

“All right, go. Go on. Go!” Tommy pushed at Grace gently, and she rushed towards the back.

“It’s going to be alright,” Lily told her. After she’d disappeared into the back, Lily went about helping Tommy grab glasses and bottles of booze, preparing the table and arranging everything to look normal. They sat down, side by side, Tommy’s fingers slipping into his pocket to check his watch. Lily’s heart was hammering away in her chest. Glancing over her shoulder once, she squinted at the back of the pub. She couldn’t see Grace.

Please, don’t let us get shot.

Tommy’s hand smoothed over her thigh, squeezing once before drawing back. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she forced her muscles to relax. The shadows of three men appeared in the window, the doors creaking as Byrne and his two comrades stepped in.

“Have your girl remove her gun and the bullets inside it,” Byrne ordered, hands clasped in front of him. Lily glanced at Tommy. That was to be expected, but still the idea unnerved her. Tommy nodded and she sighed, reaching into her jacket and pulling out her pistol, emptying the bullets out onto the table with little metallic clinks, placing the gun down onto the wood. She felt naked without it in her hand or snug against her ribs. Satisfied, the men sat down. Tommy poured them each a drink, though none of them moved to touch them. At Byrne’s impatient demand for the location of the guns, Tommy reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded map. He held it up in one hand.

“Give me the cash.”

Byrne nodded, and the other man pulled a package from his coat and slid it across the table towards them. Tommy tossed the map down in front of Byrne.

“You’re going to need a shovel.”

Byrne took the map, glancing down at it, and then nodded to the man to his right. He began smiling, chuckling softly, taunting them as he lifted a gun to Tommy’s head.

“Make your peace, Mr. Shelby,” Byrne said. “You too, Miss. Callaghan.”

“I will make peace my own way,” Tommy picked up the glass Byrne’s man had pushed away, raising it into the air. Here we go. “To barmaids who don’t count,” he took a sip from the glass. Lily heard the door behind them open, the sound of Grace’s footsteps approaching.

And then two shots rang out from the gun clutched in her hands. Tommy jerked forward, hands flung half up to cover his head. The man who’d been holding a gun to Tommy went limp as a bullet caught him in the chest. Byrne lunged across the table towards Tommy and the pair began wrestling, sending the glasses on the table flying and slamming into the bar.

Lily flung herself across the table at the other man, grabbing her empty pistol from the table and aiming a strike at his head with the butt of it. He caught her arms, attempting to wrench the gun from her hands. Sweeping her leg out, she knocked his feet out from under him, but the grasp he had on her meant that she went tumbling down with him.

Struggling to wrench herself from her assailant’s grasp, the gun was knocked from her hands to skid across the floor. An elbow to the stomach pushed all the air from her lungs, leaving her to gasp and cough while he climbed on top of her, large hands locking around her throat. Lily’s fingers dug into his wrists, trying to pry them away as he started to squeeze. Black dots appeared in her vision, legs kicking.

Before he could react she thrust a hand up, grabbing the side of his face, and plunged her thumb into his eye. It popped beneath her nail like a grape, blood spurting out to cover her hand. He let out a wailing scream, grip loosening on her enough that she was able to curl her legs up and kick him away. Air whooshed back into her chest, and she started to cough violently.

Scrambling up, she climbed on top of her attacker and reached into her shoe for the blade she kept concealed there. He had one hand pressed to his eye, the other held up as he watched her draw the knife. Had she allowed him enough time to speak, she wondered if he would have begged for his life.

She cut his throat before he even got the chance.

The blood poured out wetly all over her hands and onto the floor, his body making little gurgling and choking sounds before finally going still.

Head turning, knife still ready to cut anyone who came near her, she spotted Tommy on top of Byrne, slamming one of the spittoons over and over against his head. Grace was huddled against the bar, looking at Lily and Tommy with wide eyes. Tommy was still bringing the spittoon down. Over and over again.

“Tommy,” she croaked out, trying to stand, feet slipping in the blood pooling around her. “Tommy!”

He finally tossed the spittoon, dented and stained with blood, to the ground. Scrambling to her feet, Lily staggered towards Grace, kneeling next to her, hand seizing tightly at her shoulder. Tommy had pulled himself to his feet, glass crunching under his shoes as he moved towards them. Using two fingers, Lily gently turned Grace’s face so she could examine the gash that had opened up across her forehead. She must have hit her head sometime in the struggle. Grace’s fingers traced lightly across Lily’s neck, where she was sure that bruises in the shape of hands were already beginning to appear. Tommy made a sound that was close to a sob, reaching down to help pull both of them to their feet. One of his hands brushed carefully against Grace’s face, checking her head. The other grasped tightly onto Lily’s shoulder to keep her steady. He grabbed Grace by the face, pulling her close.

“Why did you shoot?” he whispered. Grace whimpered. “Why did you shoot, Grace?”

Grace’s face crumpled, and she began to cry. Lily wrapped one arm around each of them, clinging tightly.

“I didn’t know I had it in me like that,” Grace sobbed. Tommy’s lower lip trembled. He pulled them both closer.

“Now you’ve seen me. You’ve seen both of us.”

“And you’ve seen me.” Grace’s eyes moved between them, the hand around Lily’s waist tightened, the other grasping Tommy’s arm. “I’m sorry.”

Tommy just pulled them both closer, the three of them squeezed into a fierce hug. Heads rested against shoulders, arms wrapped around one another. The door creaked. Lily was the first to notice, giving Tommy and Grace one last firm squeeze before pulling away just before the police officers strode in. Moss’s eyebrows rose at the sight of Tommy and Grace still embracing with Lily hovering nearby. When Tommy let Grace go and pulled away to face the officers, Grace grabbed tightly onto Lily’s arm.

“You were supposed to come on the sixth chime!” Tommy bellowed. “You were supposed to come on the fucking sixth chime!”

Sergeant Moss didn’t say anything, too busy staring at the bodies before him. Tommy leaned back against the bar, eyes focused up. The white collar of his shirt was splattered with spots of blood.

Not caring what the officers might think, Lily looped her arm around Grace while Tommy spoke with Moss.

“Are you alright?” Grace whispered, staring in quiet horror at Lily’s throat. Reaching up with her free hand, Lily winced when her fingertips made contact with the tender skin.

“I’ll be fine.” It didn’t feel like anything was severely damaged. She would just be bruised and probably hoarse for a day or two. She pushed back Grace’s blonde hair to again check the cut on her head. “Come with me.” Taking Grace’s hand, she started to lead the way towards the washrooms. “Gonna go wash off the blood,” she explained to Tommy, trying to keep her voice soft to not further strain it. Already she was starting to feel a burn in her vocal cords.

Grace showed her where they stored the rags and she wetted one in the sink, the water hissing as it flowed from the tap. With ginger movements, she wiped at the cut on Grace’s forehead, cleaning away the blood and examining the wound.

“I don’t think you’ll need stitches. Just keep an eye on it and try to keep it clean.”

Without a word, Grace nodded. There was a knock on the washroom door, and when Lily pulled it open, Tommy was standing there, shoulders half hunched in and expression miserable.

“Moss says we can leave whenever,” he mumbled. Not speaking, Lily pulled him into the room, using the rag to wipe off the worst of the blood splattered on his face. When she was done, Grace timidly shuffled closer, taking the cloth and brushing it across Lily’s cheeks. For a moment, she was transported back in time, to the first moment she saw Grace, when the new pretty barmaid had reached across with a handkerchief to wipe a stray streak of blood off of her cheek.

It felt like a thousand lifetimes ago.

Once they were about as clean as they could all hope to be with only a single measly washbasin between the three of them, they filed out of the washroom. The officers were still in the pub, though a significant amount of the bloodied mess they’d made had already been cleaned away.

“Go get your things. We’ll walk you home,” Lily whispered to Grace. She nodded, going into the back for her bag and coat. “Tommy,” she approached him carefully. Speaking was definitely beginning to hurt a little, her throat aching. She took his hand firmly. “Come on,” as soon as Grace was ready, she led them both outside into the cold fresh air. Tommy lit a cigarette, the three of them passing it between them as they started to walk down the road. None of them said a word. Grace kept her hands clutched in tightly to her chest, coming to a stop at the simple little building which housed her flat. She took one last drag of the cigarette before handing it back to Tommy.

“Thank you,” Grace’s eyes darted between them. Lily reached out to hug her tightly. Tommy just looked down.

“I’m sorry,” was all he said, before taking Lily’s hand and pulling her along after him and down the road.

They went to her apartment. The moment that the locks clicked firmly into place, Tommy’s hands were reaching to skim along the bruises on her throat.

“You’re not going to be able to talk tomorrow.”

“Probably not,” she agreed in a rasp. “But it’s not that bad.”

Hands dropping to wrap around her waist, Tommy pulled her closer until she was practically crushed against his chest. Lily closed her eyes, winding her arms around him and snuggling closer. His lips pressed into her hair, kissing gently, spreading the pecks along the entire crown of her head. Cradling the back of his skull, Lily fisted her other hand in the front of his shirt, tugging his head down so she could kiss him.

“I’m okay,” she whispered once they’d broken away. “Grace is okay. You’re okay.” She stroked his face.

Tommy closed his eyes, throat working, and then he nodded.

“I’m tired,” she said softly, taking his hand. His mouth began to pepper kisses along her jaw, hands grabbing at her as if trying to convince himself that she was still there. “Bed.”

He insisted on helping her undress, even giving her one of his undershirts to wear without his usual halfhearted complaints. In just her knickers and his shirt, she pulled his clothes off of him until he was only in his underwear, and together they climbed into her bed, snuggling together in the middle of the mattress. Holding onto each other tight, as if afraid that the other would disappear.

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#tommy shelby x oc #lily callaghan #lily callaghan x tommy shelby #love me where i'm most ruined #red right hand #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders oc #peaky blinders fanfic

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mountainashfae · 1 year ago

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Tagged by @outeremissary for the Getting to Know You meme, thanks for the tag <3 I am so sleepy filling this out.

Three Ships. Well obviously Vio with Tristian and Balthazar is up there. We are 🤝 about those three. Constantly. It's great. Winter would get me if I wasn't honest with Reid and Mariette/Malachi up here. What a trio. And uhhhh Thalia and Thorne of course. Awkwardly digging through my brain to see if there are any other ships that I really like. I realize I don't ship that much. Regongar and Octavia of course. uhhhhhh ShyMurr. And sure, why not, my rarepair Fate ship: ProtoCu and Perseus.

Last Song. You and I by PVRIS. I'm back to playing my full Liked Songs library on Spotify to see if I can find new songs to add to playlists.

Last Movie. ugh god okay so. Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters. Basil and I needed to show Winter just how bad the movies were as adaptations of the book series so we suffered over the weekend doing that.

Currently Reading. I've got a long list of manhwa that I read as they update but "I'm a Spider, so what?" has been the longer manga I'm getting through. It's been a long time since I had the time and focus to crack open a normal book, but Howl's Moving Castle and Wuthering Heights were the last two that I tried to start on and just never got far. I should really try to get back to those.

Currently Craving. Ah, hm, well it's first thing in the morning so my appetite doesn't exist yet. But I guess if it were anything it'd be soup….. something gentle on my stomach but warm. It's so cold out here.

#not tagging because anxiety and most people have been tagged #I wanna go back to bed ahaha #tag game

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crownedinmarigolds · 4 months ago

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Welcome to Kindred Hooters! 🧡🤍🦉The wings may be mediocre, but the vampires are HOT. ❤️‍🔥 Hee hee, happy April Fool's Day from the Tumblr of Darkness community, everyone! There are so many gorgeous people here, I'm actually blown away! This might be the biggest of the collabs yet??? I count I think forty-four Kindred?? Oh my goodness, this is amazing!! I thank everyone IMMENSELY for doing these with me, it's so fun and I'm so happy every time to see everybody's characters! Kindred Hooters is real to me, as is Garou iHop. (Thank you @ventruetheurge for suggesting that omg.)

(This file is huge, the uploaded copy here is only 33% of the original size. OOOF.) Who belongs to who beneath the cut! I hope all the tags work, I know Tumblr can be a mess if there are too many!

Freddie Matthews - @popecreature Squire - @demonbones Amra - @squiretinnion Sid - @horrorlocks Lux - @ipsey Iggy and Jaden - @garygoldenbignaturals Łukasz Wiśniewski - @casuallycryptidcider Camila - @wurmholz Asclepius, Dawson and Fred - @salubri-outcast Enoch - @rtby Gretchen Grim - @mortifying-macaroni Marion Welles - @minnarr Renner - @naughty-elf-fun Alois - @worldofblueness Lyre - my girl! Clive - art by myself, @thesixthplaneteer Capability - @cynical-tuba Vilhjalmr - @tzimizce (Hee hee a HOOTER indeed!) Godwynn - art by myself, thesixthplaneteer Tosk - @reckless-drivers-pack Soledad - @aztarion Jesse Steele - art by myself, @deathandthesoul Breaghan - @anarchswild Taeho - @dykeferatu Khaleel - @holly-bearie Malachi and Thorne - anarchswild Angus - @sneedy Rasmus - @salems-lots Twilight - @knight-tinnion Blair - salems-lots Melinda and Sophie - @scribesofcalamity Nettie - squiretinnion Aurik - @vladimirsangel Rosale - @angelmachinery Zippy - salubri-outcast Irene and Madi - @vampemoqueen Isaac and Sasha - @bigswordenergy

#april fool's day #vtm collab #tumblr of darkness #vampire the masquerade #vampire the requiem #world of darkness #community collaboration #vtm oc #vampires #hooter's #kindred hooter's #i hope i got everyone #i'm so glad i double-checked the VTM collab tag because I nearly missed a couple of entries!!! phew!!!

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theprayerfulword · 11 months ago

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September 02

Malachi 3:16 Those who feared the Lord talked with each other, and the Lord listened and heard. A scroll of remembrance was written in His presence concerning those who feared the Lord and honored His name.

Jeremiah 33:3 Call to Me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.

Proverbs 1:5 let the wise listen and add to their learning, and let the discerning get guidance –

Revelation 7:15 Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple. And He who sits on the throne will dwell among them.

1 John 5:13 These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life, and that you may continue to believe in the name of the Son of God.

Romans 16:20 The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. The grace of our Lord Jesus be with you.

May your eye never have enough of seeing the majesty of the Lord in His creation, nor your ear its fill of hearing the Word of God. Ecclesiastes 1

May your heart take delight in your work, for this is the true reward for your labor. Ecclesiastes 2

May you know that wisdom is better than folly, just as light is better than darkness. Ecclesiastes 2

May you receive your daily bread from the Lord, and find satisfaction from God in your work, for without Him, who can eat or find enjoyment? Ecclesiastes 2

May you please God, Who gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness. Ecclesiastes 2

May you understand that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live, for to eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all your toil is the gift of God, Whose work endures so that men will revere Him. Ecclesiastes 3

My child, be not conformed to the world's styles or manners, norms or graces, fashions or mercies, for they will shift even as you achieve them, being fickle in nature and ever-changing in focus. Rather, be renewed in your mind through the truth of My Word and the indwelling of My Spirit, letting Me mold you and shape you into the vessel I desire. I am endlessly creative, My precious one, and I have no limits or boundaries. What man does, has been done before; what I do, My love, is a new thing. Do not look for differences among those who name My name, for each of My children is a unique expression of My love; instead, look for the similarities that you have been taught from My word – meekness, gentleness, kindness, steadfastness, goodness, peace, joy, love, for these are My fingerprints embedded in the clay of your nature. They are inescapable indicators of submission to My will and acceptance of My salvation. You are My workmanship, peculiarly fashioned for good works, individually formed for the purpose I have chosen for you from before the earth's foundation. You do not fit with the flow of the world, and you do not blend with the crowd. You are a light on a hill, and cannot be hid. I have made you a spectacle for the world to look upon, a gazing-stock for the world to see, that My grace and mercy, My truth and power, My redemption and sanctification may be seen by all, though many will reject the first sight and initial exposure to My gospel. You will plant the seed of the good news of My salvation by your life, your speech, your choices, your actions and reactions; prayers will water My Word in their hearts, events will till the ground, removing thorns and weeds, breaking up the hard clods and removing the rocks, and My Spirit will watch over My Word to ensure it performs that which I have sent it to do. Do not resent your special characteristics or the constraints they place upon you, My dear one, for they are to the glory of God, and will be for the praise from many unto the Lord.

May you not receive God's grace in vain for now is the time of God's favor and the day of salvation. 2 Corinthians 6

May you give no offense or cause anyone to stumble by the way you live so that your work for God will be blameless and no fault will be found with your service to the Most High. 2 Corinthians 6

As a servant of the Most High God, may your life demonstrate your ministry and exhibit your obedience in great endurance; in troubles, hardships and distresses; in beatings, imprisonments and riots; in hard work, sleepless nights and hunger; in purity, understanding, patience and kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love; in truthful speech and in the power of God; with weapons of righteousness in the right hand and in the left; through glory and dishonor, bad report and good report; genuine, yet regarded as imposters; known, yet regarded as unknown; dying, and yet living on; beaten and yet not killed; sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; poor, yet making many rich; having nothing, and yet possessing everything. 2 Corinthians 6

May you have no fear as you make God your refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, its waters roaring and foaming and the mountains quaking with their surgings. Psalm 46

May you find that city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells, and the river whose streams make the city glad, though other nations are in uproar and kingdoms without God fall, for the Lord Almighty is with you and the God of Jacob is your fortress. Psalm 46

May you come and see the works of the Lord, the astonishing things brought on the earth as He makes wars cease across the earth, breaking the weapons and burning the shields, that all would be still and know that He is God, exalted among the nations, honored in the earth, mighty among us and ever our fortress. Psalm 46

Though senselessness disturbs our heart and foolishness fills us when we are young, may we embrace the loving discipline of our heavenly Father Who is able to remove it far from us. Proverbs 22:15

#daily #blessings #prayers #scripture

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blood-red-hummingbee · 9 months ago

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FANKID SCHOOL/DORM PLACEMENTS

Heartslabyul:

Jane

Ivrine

Diana (Isa's)

Thorn

Ruby

Chrys

Alex

Savanaclaw:

Joey

Lana

Mallory

Diana (Myz's)

Sage

Maya

Obuya

Shiloh

Gemma

Octavinelle:

Lorelai

Shou

Azusa

Dahlia

Lia

Cass

Scarabia:

Claude

Malachi

Zyran

Pomefiore:

Luna

Fleur

Melusine

Binnie

Evelio

Marven

Maggie

Alicia

Bella

Avila

Ignihyde:

Kore

Julian

Diasomnia:

Riliane

Malina

Atlas

Tristan

Malin

Aria

Ramshackle:

Helene

Alora

Angel

Malorie

RSA:

Alaric

Mika

Flora

Nuru

Charlotte

Shishi

Azuma

Naomi

Edel

Alois

MY BRAIN IS GOO IF I GOT ANYTHING WRONG OR YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO ADD LEMME KNOW <3

tagging... yay:

@justm3di0cr3, @beneathsakurashade, @screamintoad, @angelwishess, @gimmeurmoneyagh

@skibidibabygirl, @moonyasnow, @oya-oya-okay, @midnightmah07, @twtysevapr

@cheerleaderman, @bunniehunn, @babyghoul138, @offorestsongs, @amai-sakura-chan

@theolivetree123

phew.... so many....

#twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #twst fankids

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anarchswild · 1 year ago

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Current Chronicle Masterpost

Portland by Night - Reid Thomel (Brujah)

Toronto by Night - Apollo (Malkavian)

The Witching Hour - Isaac Winthrop (MtA)

[ Chronicle List ] [ Character List ] All Chronicles are played in V20 unless otherwise noted.

Ships:

Re(i)d Flags - Reid x Mariette

Starcharts - Reid x Malachi

Blood Bondage - Mariette x Malachi

Portland Polycule - Reid x Mariette x Malachi

Ventrue's Gambit - Tammy x Zacharias

Abyssal Rose - Thalia/Tulio x Thorne

#last updated: 2/24/25

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moonyasnow · 3 months ago

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Thinking about the Draconia kids again

Imagining that when Mallory comes back to visit they've gotten Malissa an Aztec death whistle

I'm also imagining Malissa starts going to an all-girls' school outside of Briar Valley when she starts getting into her teens, and when she starts doing stuff like watching movies she is HOOKED

You're telling her people do things and capture it on a little reel and you can watch it as many times you want??? She can watch a clip of someone falling over on loop??? SOME MOVIES HAVE BLOOD IN THEM???

The concept of movies having blood and guts and gore in them is so exciting to her

It being fake is just convenient because she doesn't have to source them from any specific person The idea of blood and guts and gore is cool to her-- but thinking about them coming from a person with a face and a name and a life gives her the ick. But with FAKE blood, that just removes the whole 'ethics' part entirely!

I think that's a lot of what leads her to wanting to be a film director in the future

She just wants to wreck things and cause mayhem and destruction. But since society has laws and stuff, she can't get away with that. So instead she gets to build little sets that someone in a monster costume gets to wreck

She doesn't like using CG in her movies at all because she sees it as way too easy (and would also require delegating to someone else and she likes being able to step in and do something when she doesn't think anyone else can execute her vision correctly) preferring to instead do everything through manual or mechanical process

She'd rather build a Rube Goldberg machine that releases a massive flood of water than let a CG artist edit in a waterfall in post-production…or film next to a waterfall (too loud)

This does however mean she can have problems finding places TO film

And a young Malachi just starting to study history and being horrified at the number of royalty both in and out of Briar Valley who have had attempts on their life, many of which successful, and literally makes a little presentation he gives to his parents about how 'royal' is one of the most dangerous things to be in terms of survival rates and why did his parents choose to be royal instead of just farmers or musicians or merchants or something

Not realizing yet that, Malleus kinda had no choice in the matter :,)

I'm imagining that when Malindt falls in love when they're older, flowers sprout from the ground where they're standing.

I like the thought that, just like with Malleus and the lightning, Malindt's emotions just seem to creep into the world around them, despite not being very good at showing them outwardly

So when they're flustered around the one they like they suddenly just become hidden by tall flowers sprouting up from the ground beneath them

That, and I imagine them literally waltzing and spinning around in the air, holding onto a flower their love gave them, with closed eyes and a smile, just sighing thinking about them

They really inherited both of their parents' romantic sides

I'm actually thinking of making a little childhood friends romance with them and…an OC I'll need to create I guess lol

Malindt will by far be the one of the Draconia kids who gives Malleus and Irina the most grandkids lol

Oh and some other plant stuff

I imagine black thorns start growing when they're upset, growing up to coil around anyone they can reach

And I imagine they like the title 'Princet'

#😈malissa draconia #🪄mallory draconia #📜malachi draconia #🫐malindt draconia #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #moony's ocs #moony yaps #twst fankids

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