#Angelique Grand

[zingaplanet]

Mysogynist tennis fans: "Men's tennis is far more superior than the women's!"

SORRY BUT CAN YOUR HERO WIN THE AUSTRALIAN OPEN WHILE PREGNANT????????

[feel-the-fire]

First memes, then the art of will commence

[damn-you-dragon]

Kerber and Murray

Oh my god, what a crazy week it’s been! Two of my absolute favorite players from when I was growing up, Andy Murray and Angelique Kerber, have finally called it quits. And to top it off, Rafa played his last ever Olympics. I’m so happy for them, but at the same time, I’m like, “Nooo, don’t go!” Watching Murray and Kerber play was the highlight of my day. Sure, I get that they can’t keep going…

[justdalek]

Thinking about completely redoing the beauty and the beast rpg ref sheets. Not liking the old sketches that much and I wanna redo the ones I got done.

So! You guys pick who gets a new ref sheet first:

Belle

Adam/Beast

Cogsworth

Lumiere

Mrs. Potts

Chip Potts

Babette

Madame de la Grande Bouche

Gaston

Lefou

Angelique

Fife

Forte

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Ophelia of Lausanne, Queen of Windenburg (1620-1673) - Part 3 - Life at Court

Following the couple’s marriage, Ophelia and James occupied Hertford Castle while maintaining apartments at Windslar Palace and Verdun Palace. While James and Ophelia remained devoted to one another and had a loving relationship, Ophelia felt isolated in court. After the conclusion of their wedding celebrations, Ophelia found the courtiers cold and hostile. Ophelia found solace in her Magnolian ladies-in-waiting whom she conversed with in her native language. Ophelia never fully assimilated into Windenburgian Society, and never learned to speak Simlish properly. Ophelia and her husband spoke Magnolian with one another, often in public, causing people to be suspicious of the couple. Many accused Ophelia of being a Jacoban spy who plotted with Jacoban insurrectionists.

Ophelia largely stayed in the company of her Magnolian household for the first two years of marriage. James was forced to dismiss them when rumors spread that Ophelia’s lady-in-waiting, Madame Villiers, was spying on the royal couple for the King of Magnolia. Ophelia was allowed to keep two of her ladies-in-waiting, Angelique de Rohan and Helene de Penthièvre. However, in 1635, Helene was accused of poisoning Adelaide of Schwerin and was later executed. James did nothing to stop this, infuriating Ophelia for a few months.

Over the next few years, Ophelia would develop a new household and close circle of friends including Lady Pauline Charleston and Cecelia Bentwick, Countess of Harren. Ophelia would develop life-long friendships with Pauline and Cecelia, who would remain her constant companions at court. Francine Withers, Duchess of Norwich was appointed her mistress of the robes, with her sisters, Lady Georgiana Burley and Lady Henrietta Burley serving as Ladies of the Bedchamber. Ophelia’s favorite at court, Vincent Williams-Bulwick, 2nd Earl of Winthrop, was appointed her chamberlain. James appointed his close friend, Sir Thomas Grenoble as his wife’s treasurer to control her finances. Ophelia’s constant overspending throughout the first years of marriage made her unpopular. Her expensive and grand wardrobe along with her large household led to her going into debt as early as 1637. 

With the news of Ophelia’s first pregnancy in 1636, she was gifted Courland Palace by her father-in-law, King Charles. Ophelia and her husband often traveled to Courland Palace during the summertime. Ophelia cultivated a series of residences that included Verdun Palace, Hertford Castle, Glencraig Castle, and Barley House. Ophelia had her residences refurbished and renovated, much to the dismay of her frugal husband. Ophelia collected a large number of pets including 12 dogs, 5 cats, and many exotic pets such as peacocks, parrots, and zebras. 

Ophelia had a warm relationship with her father-in-law, King Charles II, who often showered the couple with gifts. Meanwhile, Ophelia had a strained relationship with her mother-in-law, Matilda Carlton, and her grandmother-in-law, Adelaide of Schwerin. Matilda, a staunch Peteran, found Ophelia’s devout Jacobanism repulsive. While, Adelaide’s dislike of Ophelia came down to family disputes, as the Duchy of Schwerin was ransacked by Magnolia in 1605. Although Matilda and Adelaide detested one another, they worked together to ostracize Ophelia. Matilda and Adelaide would openly snub Ophelia by ignoring her at court and not inviting her to their entertainments. 

Ophelia’s open practice of her Jacoban faith was largely unpopular with the court and the public. Pamphlets were constantly dispersed slandering Ophelia and her faith, claiming she was a Jacoban spy. Ophelia’s sympathy toward Jacobans didn’t help her position at court either. In 1636, when the court was traveling to Dunkeld Palace, Ophelia had the court stop at the town of Aylesbury to pray for the persecuted Jacobans who were murdered by a Peteran mob. This greatly annoyed the court who had no sympathy for the murdered Jacobans.

[dashakasatkina]

Angelique Kerber defeats Serena Williams 6-4 3-6 6-4 in the Australian Open final, 2016, to win her first grand slam title.

[miffy-junot]

Details on Junot's older brother

I've managed to find a little bit of information on Junot's older brother, Guy-Claude. As he was a more private individual and not very well known, there's not much at all, but at least it's something.

He was born on 11th September 1766 in Bussy-le-Grand, making him 5 years older than Junot.

At some point he became a parish priest, but lost this position during the French Revolution (dates are unspecified).

He then joined the army, but in finance rather than seeing any action. He became paymaster to the Army of the Rhine, then to the Army of Egypt - Junot's friend Hamelin tells us this:

The paymaster Junot (brother of the aide-de-camp) who accompanied him was injured at the same time as him and decided to leave immediately for France.

How exactly this injury was acquired and what happened next is, once again, unknown. But in 1801 Guy-Claude became receiver-general of Lot-et-Garonne, then of Haute-Saone from 1802 to 1815.

In 1795 Guy-Claude had married Angelique Magdaleine Henry (1773-1832), a fellow Burgundian, and the couple had two children: Angelique Junot (b.1803) and Jules-Andoche Junot (b.1805)

Guy-Claude Junot died on 3rd March 1821, at the age of 55.

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[the-flaming-nightmare]

Word Search Tag Game

Thank you for the tag, @otpcutie! 🧡❤

Rules: In a new post use the words below (or choose your own) to find where they appear in your WIP/s and share those parts.

The first one is from an upcoming fic request I got currently dubbed "Buck and his Paci", the second one is from my upcoming PSON fic currently dubbed "PSON Agere: The Slap Incident", and the third and last one is from my upcoming Little!Nick sickfic.

Breath –

Buck took a deep breath and ran his sweaty palms across his jean clad thighs, before finally gathering the courage to lean forward and open box closest to him on the coffee table. The contents of the box were far less emotionally moving than Buck had anticipated, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at how absurd he'd been acting about the whole thing.

Out –

"So, what you're saying is, because you didn't want to look like a bad mom to groups of people who in the grand scheme of things didn't really even matter, that's why you didn't attempt to seek outside help. Got it. Because of the potential opinions of others, you chose to not do anything and instead resorted to taking your anger and frustration out on your already traumatized son. I understand completely now."

Body –

As they made their way up the stairs, the couple momentarily froze at the top of the staircase when they caught the unmistakable scent of distress permeating the air from their room down the hallway. After the initial panic passed, Monroe and Rosalee hurried to the bedroom. When they reached the door, Rosalee opened it and quickly took the tray from Monroe so he could go to Nick–who was very clearly in the throes of a nightmare. The heartbreaking sounds of tiny cries and whimpers filled the otherwise silent room as Nick's body twisted and flailed, limbs getting tangled up in the sheets and blankets.

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @thegoeticcleric, @phantomhiveroyaltea, @anewkindofme, @snowviolettwhite, @pimento-playing-hopscotch, @actualalligator, @laneybishop89, @nottapossum, @autisticalastor, @takabinaryy, @cgetbrmj and anyone else who wants to join!

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Vampire Cover Up — Angelique Bouchard

Summary: A late night walk while waiting for Angelique results in a drastic change in your life. Luckily, you have a devoted witch girlfriend who will help you when you when the bodies start piling up.

Word Count: 1,640

Warnings: Blood, shock, comfort, non sexual nudity

Angelique had warned you so many times about staying away from the Collins' family, yet you simply could not listen. They intrigued you too much, Barnabas especially. You knew what your Angie was —a witch, and a powerful one at that— and you knew she had a long standing connection with the Collins', but she had not yet shared with you the details of that history. You could only assume there was bad blood between them. 

With only being told so little, you could not know how right you were. Angelique was working late, some deadline she had to meet. While you didn’t hold it against her, you did grow bored in the dwindling hours of the evening waiting for her to finish so the two of you could go home for the night and cozy up in front of the fireplace to end this particularly drafty New England day. 

So, you slipped out of her office and made your way to Collinwood. You weren’t going to disturb the family at this time of night, you just wanted a little look at the grand estate. You leisurely traipsed around the perimeter of the stately home, marveling at its architecture, when you swore you heard footsteps that were not your own. That should have been the only sign you needed to turn tail and run, but instead you dismissed the noise as an animal in the bushes, or something equally as harmless. 

You were sprung upon so fast afterwards that you weren’t even able to scream. A hand covered your mouth and you struggled in your assailant’s grasp, but the swiftness and strength of your attacker was far greater than your own and once they had stilled you, you felt your neck pierced by something sharp. Teeth, you realized as the world started to become blurry. You’d been bitten. 

After the blackness had overtaken you, the next thing you knew, you were standing just inside of the doorway to your home. You had no memory beyond your walk around Collinwood and being attacked under the cover of night. A look out the nearest window told you it was nearly dawn, so what had happened in those missing hours? 

You made your way through the house, a bit unsteady on your feet, hands landing on the walls to help keep your balance as you staggered towards a bathroom. You exhaled a sigh of relief once you’d reached it, flicking on the light. Your relief was short lived when you took in the state of your appearance. Your complexion had paled from its usual tone as if you no longer possessed any sort of warmth within your body. But what was far more concerning than the pallor of your skin, was the dried blood that coated your lips and chin and trailed down your neck. 

Whether it had been the clumsy trek through the house, or the strangled shriek of horror that came from deep within you at the sight of the blood, Angelique had come rushing to the bathroom to see you sitting on the rug, having used the shower door to slump to the floor before the shock could take your legs out from under you. 

"My darling, what has happened to you?" If she expected an answer, you weren’t capable of it. She pinched your chin between her thumb and forefinger, angling it for you to look at her. Your eyes slowly focused in on her features, a welcome sight after all this terror and confusion. "I thought you stayed out last night to spite me for taking so long at the office. If I had known— oh never mind. What’s done is done. Let me clean you up, my love." 

Though you could see her as she moved to the sink and hear the running water as she dampened a cloth to clean your face, your mind was in a haze and you couldn’t focus on any of what she’d said. You gazed out into the middle distance, allowing your surroundings to become a blur again, until the warm washcloth on your face brought your focus somewhat back to the woman in front of you. With the blood cleaned away, and the washcloth discarded into the sink for the time being, Angelique helped you up and walked you to bed, where she had been until she’d heard you finally come in. 

"Lie back," she gently instructed, lowering herself to her knees at your side. "Can you speak? I need you to tell me what happened." Her voice was steady and patient, and it was coming in more clearly to you now. Her hand over yours seemed to ground you a little. 

"I…don’t remember much," you croaked, finally finding use of your voice again, no matter how shaky it may have been. "I left your office and walked to Collinwood." Your brow furrowed as you tried to bring up more details. 

"Take your time. What happened next?" 

"I heard something, or I thought I did," you went on, but you were suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of those teeth sinking their way deep into your skin. At the recollection, you were hit with a sob that shook your whole body. "He bit me, Angie. H-he bit me!" 

"Barnabas," she muttered under her breath, and as she came around to the other side of the bed to join you and offer you some comfort in her arms, she could see the small pinpricks from his fangs in your neck. How had she missed them before? Simple, she hadn’t been looking. She’d kill him for this. He was long overdue anyway. 

You cuddled into her, nuzzling into her neck as she moved into position next to you. Your arm circled her waist, holding onto her like she was the only thing keeping your sanity intact. "Shh," she soothed, running a hand over your hair. "You will make it through this. We will make it through this, you hear me?" 

A hand under your chin made you blink away your tears and meet the lustrous blue of Angelique's eyes. "I couldn’t do it without you," you replied. 

"Hush now, dear. Rest." You closed your eyes and Angelique stayed by your side until she was assured you were asleep. Carefully detangling herself from you, she got out of bed and drew the curtains, happy now that she’d chosen blackouts to ensure you wouldn’t wake and burn up in the light. 

Angelique knew you’d fed, even if you didn’t just yet. She’d witnessed Barnabas do the same however long ago that was now and he’d been in the same state you were now, covered in blood like some ravenous animal. She’d have to take care of the bodies. With a rough idea of your path during the night, it made her job a lot easier. When she came across the three homeless men that had been gathered around a fire, she knew she’d found your spot. The three of them were drained entirely of their blood, save for what stained the grass beneath them. Easy enough to dispose of. At least it was unlikely they’d be missed. 

You woke up to hear the shower running. To know Angelique was still close by helped to ease your anxiety. You got out of bed when the water was shut off and waited outside the bathroom door for Angelique. The house was dark, darker than it would normally be on an average morning, but you assumed Angie had a reason for that and so you didn’t mess with it. 

Angelique stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her, yet she still held it shut at the top. "I didn’t expect you to be up. How are you feeling," she asked. 

"Better," you replied, though the reddish stain by Angelique’s hand was distracting you. Had she been up to something while you were asleep? 

Angelique smiled. "Let me get dressed and then I’d like to talk to you, alright?" You nodded and went back to bed, sitting patiently as you watched Angelique pick an outfit from the closet. Never one to be shy, Angelique didn’t mind that you watched her get dressed, swapping the white towel for a black lace bra and matching underwear, black wide legged slacks and a white button down shirt. 

"What happened last night," Angelique finally began, sitting herself next to you on the bed, "you were turned. Sweetie, you’re a vampire now." Angelique watched closely as your pupils dilated in a moment of panic. It made sense. The blood, the lack of pigment in your skin. Had you killed last night and didn’t remember? 

"It’s alright. It’s taken care of," Angelique interjected, seemingly reading your mind. "You’ll learn to control it. You just need time. I’ll be there for you every step of the way. There’s nothing to fear." 

While she wasn’t exactly right about there being nothing to fear, she was correct about the rest of it. She’d taken care of the bodies you’d left behind that night in the wake of your frenzied first feeding. And the next time you killed, you were at least able to recall it. 

Though things had gotten worse before they started to get better. Reports of several massacres made their way through Collinsport and the surrounding small towns. Angelique always did her part in covering up your insatiable thirst until it had time to quell itself and you learned to control it. She was woken more than once to you coming home, soaked in the blood of your victims. "How many this time, dear," she’d ask, and the bodies would always be taken care of by morning. The bloodlust would subside once your body became accustomed to its new state. Until then, Angelique would provide you the best of her protection. 

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A Gift Unto the King

16

The Pendulum Swings

A gentle breeze shuffled through the trees as the sun rapidly approached the golden hour. The journey had been long and tiresome, but thankfully, uneventful. Save, at least, for a small mishap with an unassuming little pebble that somehow landed Angelique with a terribly painful sprained ankle. Alistair had done his best to heal it, but the most he’d been able to manage was to lessen the pain—he’d thus made a mental note to practice that spell more later.

Angelique rocked back and forth, her wavy, red hair bobbing, as the mule traversed the uneven ground. Alistair tightly clung to the reins, guiding the large animal over the rocks. A short distance away, emerged the faint babbling of a modest brook, and just beyond, a path widened, leading deeper into the forest.

Upon reaching the water’s edge, Alistair stopped the mule, and grabbed their nearly empty canteens from their saddle bag. Removing the caps, he knelt down, allowing the crystal clear water to flow into them. Once filled, he pushed himself up from the ground, brushed the dirt from his knees, and handed the canteens to his sister.

“Purify the water, please.” He directed her, and she did as she was told.

With a moment’s concentration, and a wave of her hand, the water slowly rose out of the containers, suspended freely in front of her. She closed her eyes, and drew her hand to her lips. Softly, she hummed, the vibrations trembling against her delicately closed hand. Then, she raised her pinky and ring finger, forming a widening tunnel through her curled fingers and palm, pulled a deep breath, and blew. Hot air swirled around the suspended blob of water, and within seconds, the water began to boil.

When the last of the air had left her lungs, she drew a replenishing inhale, and willed the pure water back into their respective containers. Alistair handed her the caps, which she replaced, before shoving the freshly filled canteens back into their pouch.

Merely fourteen and she had already mastered such complex heat magic. Alistair found himself endlessly impressed with her on a near constant basis—which Angelique took great pride in, and would occasionally nag him about whenever he fell short in his own spellwork. He never minded it, though. He wanted her to maintain as much confidence as her heart could bear, because he knew that time would humble her, just as it inevitably humbled all healers.

Cool water splashed as they trudged through the creek, soaking Alistair up to his knees. The mule huffed as a few pebbles gave way, before finding his hooves on solid ground once again. Angelique tightly clung to the equine’s short mane to hold herself steady.

Clambering onto the bank, Alistair regained his balance, and tugged at the reins to guide the mule from the water. The water soaking through his pants and boots grew increasingly more uncomfortable with each step, but he did his best to ignore it. When Angelique noticed his discomfort, she waved her hand and, as though pulling a thread from a quilt, forced the water from his clothes and boots. The water swirled around him briefly before she released her hold on it, splashing it onto the ground.

“Thank you.” Alistair nodded towards his sister.

“Would it kill you to take care of yourself for a change?” Angelique groaned, rolling her eyes.

Alistair shrugged, and continued tugging the mule along.

The sun had all but vanished by the time they reached the clearing at the end of the path. Massive oak trees reached towards the blackening sky. Glowing mushrooms lined the path, growing over the bark of fallen timber. It was peaceful, and beautiful, and grand.

“Al.” A timid voice rang through the quiet.

Alistair whipped back towards his sister, who found her wide eyes fixed on the trees, her body rigid. Following her eye-line, he caught the shimmering silver glimmer of a sharpened arrow-head, aimed directly at them. The more he scanned the trees, the more arrows appeared.

Instinctively, Alistair raised his hands, hoping they’d understand. A small group of elves, all wearing similarly modest attire, cautiously approached the young witches, weapons still drawn. Alistair could sense his sister’s unease, though she maintained her composure.

The elves spoke to them in a language they’d never heard before. A language that flowed smoother than sand through an hourglass, with a melody no bird could ever dream of imitating. It was beauty captured in words. The expressions on their faces, however, proved that those words were not an extension of welcomed invitation.

“They wish to know why we’re here.” Angelique whispered.

“How do you know that?” Alistair whispered back through the side of his mouth.

“I don’t.” She explained. “It’s their energy. They’re on guard, but haven’t moved to kill us yet. So, I think that’s what they’re asking us about.”

“And how am I supposed to answer?” He shot back with a forceful whisper, attempting not to alarm the armed elves before them.

“How should I know?! I don’t speak elvish!”

Alistair rolled his eyes, refocusing on the elves, and a silver-tipped spear that was approaching a little too close for his personal comfort.

“We’re healers.” Alistair spoke after a moment. “We’ve come to learn.”

The elves anxiously glanced at each other.

Of course. Alistair thought to himself, sarcastically. “I’m very open to suggestions, Angel.” He whispered.

Angelique sighed, and slowly slid off of the mule’s back, gingerly landing on the ground, ensuring not to place weight on her injured foot. She lifted her empty hands, then gestured to the saddlebag, before slowly slipping her hand into one of the pockets. Gently, she removed a small leather pouch, and dumped a small pile of seeds into her other hand. Cupping her hands together, she pulled them to her lips, and slowly blew into them. Then, she removed her hands from her lips, and slowly unclasped them. As her hand rose upwards, the seeds began to sprout. Roots draped over her fingers as small green stalks emerged from the seed shells. Within a few moments, small purple flowers began to bloom, the fresh lavender scent filling the air.

Taking a careful step forward, Angelique joined her brother, extending her arm to present the freshly grown flowers. She swallowed hard, giving her brother an apprehensive glance.

After a few moments, the spear aimed at them cautiously lowered, and the elf accepted the plants, handing them to another elf at their side. Given an approving nod, the witches both released the tense breaths they were unaware they’d been holding, and their bodies began to relax.

The elf that had accepted the flowers, raised their arm, and with two fingers, beckoned an elf behind them to approach. Reaching into their robes, they produced four iron binding cuffs. They resembled rounded shackles without chains, but with a much more refined execution, almost as though they could be genuine jewelry.

Swinging them open on their hinges, the elf slapped them onto each of the witches’ wrists, magically welding them shut. Immediately, Angelique and Alistair sensed the overwhelming fatigue expanding throughout their bodies as the cuffs suppressed their magical abilities. Angelique gave her older brother a worried glance, which he tried to reassure, to little avail.

The elves directed them to follow, and with three elves following closely behind, they did as they were told.

“Well, they didn’t kill us.” Alistair whispered lightly.

“Yet.” Angelique added.

As they entered the village, they found themselves surrounded by lush greenery and fragrant flowers. Cottages had been built into the trees, connected by a network of woven wooden bridges and stairways. They almost seemed as though they were simply a part of the trees themselves, and always had been.

Elves peered out of their windows and doorways, down at their unexpected visitors as they passed, many holding leery expressions. With each hardened stare, it was beginning to feel more and more like the final waltz to a burning stake.

“Where do you think they’re taking us?” Angelique asked in a hushed whisper.

Alistair clenched his jaw and lightly shook his head. His heart pounded furiously, and he was doing everything in his power to keep his little sister from noticing—unfortunately, she was a bit too observant to miss it.

The village slowly disappeared to their rear, and once again, they were marching through uninhabited woodland. The shuffling of their feet against the dirt and fallen leaves seemed to dissipate into the vast, darkened wood in a way that made them feel incredibly small and alone. Trees rose above them with a grandeur that was nearly impossible to comprehend. In that moment, Alistair had never felt closer to an insect, navigating a world much too large for it.

Giving her a quick glance, Alistair noticed Angelique beginning to hobble with more frequency, drawing more tense breaths through her clenched teeth. Stopping, he grabbed her arm, and tugged her close. The young witch wrapped an arm around her back and crouched, positioning his other arm at the back of her knees.

“Jump.” He directed, and she did as she was told.

Catching her, he lifted her body up to carry her, her slender arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

“I was fine.” She spoke quietly.

“Is that why you jumped?” Alistair smirked, which made his sister frown. “Now isn’t the time to be stubborn.”

She sighed, and nodded, before allowing herself to be carried in silence.

As the trees began to open, there came a faint trickling sound, like running water over a ledge. The sunlight had nearly disappeared, leaving only natural bioluminescence and lanterns to guide the way through the dampening glow of approaching evening.

Before them, amidst the mushrooms and fireflies, rested a beautiful spring, with an aura so intense it nearly seemed to be glowing itself. Its very essence encapsulated the soul in a way that could only be described as divine.

But there was more to it than that. A depth of darkness and fear, tugging at their sleeves, with a power neither witch had ever had the pleasure—or displeasure—of being in the presence of. Whatever held domain over this spring was ancient, and powerful, and most certainly not of this realm.

The elf in the lead turned to face her companions. Her pale skin shimmered a warm gold from the lantern light at her side. Eloquently, she spoke, beckoning the young witches forward.

Giving each other an uneasy glance, the siblings cautiously approached the elf, mere feet from the edge of the sparkling spring. The energy radiating from the water sent ripples of anxiety throughout their bodies, and their hearts pounded.

With a graceful wave of the hand, the elf directed them to enter the pool. Slowly, the witches took an apprehensive step forward, the cool water dancing around their ankles. The forest seemed to fall into silence, as if even the crickets dared not speak.

But something about this was itching in Alistair's brain. Somehow, it felt dreadfully familiar, and the longer they waited, the more he thought about it. Just when he thought he’d exhausted every ounce of his recollection, it came to him. Suddenly, the gravity of the situation rained down on him, and shivers ran up his spine.

This was it, the end of it all. They were going to die.

Carmilla laid rigidly on the plush bed, her head stiffly pressed into the soft down pillow. Her heart pounded in her chest with a ferocity she was having difficulty controlling.

“Try to relax.” Alistair spoke calmly, as he walked over to her side.

“Has that ever worked?” Carmilla sarcastically asked.

“No.” Alastair replied. “Why do you think I burn incense?” He smirked.

Carmilla huffed through her nose and closed her eyes. She breathed deeply, allowing the warm lavender scent to fill her lungs, and gradually, the pounding of her heart lessened.

“You know, it is a bit early to do this kind of energy reading.” Alistair pulled a quartz pendulum from a brown leather pouch, and clasped both hands tightly around it, allowing its thin, silver chain to delicately drape over his fingers. “It is quite possible there will be no confirmation.”

“I am aware.” Carmilla flatly agreed.

Alistair shrugged, and pulled his clasped hands to his mouth, where he quietly whispered to the crystal pendulum. Carmilla couldn’t quite make out the words, but recognized the cadence of an old spell from the world before.

“Elvish?” She asked with uncertainty.

“It is.” Alistair pulled the pendulum away, letting it slip from his hands, catching the silver chain between his fingers. “You speak it?”

“Not much of it, no. No one does anymore.” She sighed heavily. “During the first war, most of our old documents were destroyed. Elvenwood only has a small number of them left in our archives. Sadly, most of the elders that could still read them died long ago.”

“It’s a shame, really. It truly was a beautiful language.” Alistair dangled the pendulum over Carmilla’s lower belly.

“How did you come to know it?”

“My sister and I did a lot of traveling when we were younger. Any healer worth their weight does, at least.” Alistair replied, focusing on the pendulum. “There’s a small village of elves to the north. They live amongst the trees.” He smiled softly. “It was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen.”

“The Elvijah.” Carmilla returned.

“You know them?”

“Mm-” Carmilla nodded. “When the war divided the continent, some of the elves migrated north and settled there. ‘Elvijah’ was the old elvish word for our race.” She sighed. “I wasn’t sure there were any of them left.”

“The village was thriving last I saw it.” Alistair assured, watching as the pendulum started to sway.

“I’m glad.” Carmilla smiled. “But, I’m surprised they trusted you. Elves tend to be wary of others, especially witches.”

“I never said they trusted us.” Alistair laughed. “They nearly killed us twice.”

Carmilla snickered to herself, some of the tension leaving her body as the conversation progressed.

“Luckily, Angelique always had a bit more of a gift for flower language than I. She’d always carry flower seeds with her, wherever she went—still does. So, she gave them Lavender.”

“And they accepted them?” Carmilla raised a brow, an impressed grin slowly spreading across her face.

“They did.” Alistair nodded, closely watching the slight movements of the pendulum. “However, we were forced to wear binding cuffs while in the village.”

“Ah, that doesn't surprise me.” Carmilla returned her gaze to the wooden beamed ceiling above her. “How long were you there?”

“Nearly two months.”

“With binding cuffs?!” She shot back, incredulously.

Alistair nodded.

“It was a bit like having an itch you can’t scratch, to be honest. Absolute torture.” He chuckled.

“No elf has ever survived that long without going insane. The Elvijah created them thousands of years ago as punishment for those that strayed from the righteous path. I don’t believe Elvenwood has even so much as thought of using them in over two centuries.” Carmilla sighed, fingers lightly picking at the blanket beneath her. “Not that we’ve had much reason to use them, but, it was still a bit… barbaric.”

“It is,” Alistair agreed solemnly, “but elves are a bit different from witches. Most of our magic is simply harnessed and manipulated from the energy around us. Very little of it actually resides within us. Elves on the other hand, are the incarnation of genuine magic. It’s as much a part of you as air is to our lungs. Without it-”

“We have no self.” Carmilla finished, her voice low.

“Precisely.” Alistair nodded. “So for us, the cuffs were more or less simply an aggravation. Eventually, I’m sure it would’ve worn us away, but we had no intention of staying that long.” The pendulum started to rotate in a tight circle. “The healing springs, however, that was the most terrified I’d ever been in my entire life.” Alistair shook his head with a small smile.

“You’ve… been to a healing spring?” Carmilla’s face fell into delicate curiosity.

Alistair nodded, maintaining focus on the pendulum.

“It was breath-taking,” he reminisced, “in more ways than one.” He finished with a smirk.

“There’s a healing spring in Elvenwood, but I could never bring myself to go.”

“Why’s that?” Alistair asked, the pendulum’s movements widening slightly.

“I was always terrified the fae would deem me unworthy of bathing in it.” She half laughed.

“Someone with your strength, and heart, could never be deemed unworthy by the fae.” Alistair spoke kindly, pulling the pendulum away from Carmilla’s belly.

“How can you be so sure?” She asked, sitting up in bed.

“Because neither me, nor my sister, died in the waters of the healing spring,” he set the pendulum down, carefully, before continuing, “and I know for a fact that you couldn’t possibly be less worthy than us.”

Carmilla smiled softly, and nodded. The thought had never occurred to her that Alistair could’ve been deemed unworthy. Healers were usually such wholesome folk, but the average witch, on the other hand, wasn’t necessarily in the same vein.

“The energy signature was weak, as expected, but certainly undeniable.” Alistair changed the subject, packing the pendulum back into its leather pouch, and turning back to face the young elf. “Congratulations are in order, I imagine.”

“Thank you.” Carmilla replied quietly as she pushed herself up from the bed, new nerves beginning to race through her heart.

“I can do another energy reading for you in a few weeks.” Alistair offered, walking the queen to the door.

Carmilla nodded, giving the witch a small smile, before exiting the room.

As the door shut behind her, she felt almost as though her legs would give out, and she leaned back against it to steady herself.

“Carmilla?” Vin quickly approached her from where he’d been anxiously waiting, and gently took her hand in his.

As his eyes scanned over her, she slowly lifted her doe-eyed gaze, and her chin began to quiver slightly.

“What did he say?” Vin whispered, brushing a ringlet from her soft face.

Carmilla couldn’t bring herself to speak, instead, she just nodded, drawing a shaky breath. In that moment, a deep well of jumbled emotions consumed her, swallowing her whole, and she didn’t have the faintest idea how to climb out of the pit.

Pulling her into a tight embrace, Vin gently stroked the back of her head as she buried her face in his shoulder.

“I don’t understand…” She whispered, more to herself than to Vin. “It happened, just as it should have, so… why am I not relieved?”

Vin sighed. Truthfully, he hadn’t been soothed by the news either. By all accounts, he should’ve been elated. This child was the promise for which the safety and prosperity of his people rested, and its conception was the only thing that guaranteed to hold this already shaky alliance together. But, as he held the young queen in his arms, he too found himself drowning. No longer could he look at this as just a promise, or a concept. It was real, and it was there, nestled between him and a woman he did not love.

“Because,” Vin spoke after a moment, “it shouldn’t have happened this way.”

[doueverwonder]

ok so I couldn't get the age order to be the way I wanted and ignore the moms names they're just placeholders;

but here is Abby's immediate family for the bookseller and the florist. François was married to Anne and they had Matt; they got divorced and after the divorce François realized he was Bi. Such is life. Matt was an "every 3 days kid" until he was like 12 and something with the custody came up; he went to being with dad all the time and mom only every other weekend. And by the time he was 15-ish he just stayed with François (and Will) all the time.

Will was married to Dorothy (they were highschool sweethearts who got married at like 19 and everyone was like 'bad idea but go off ig'), they pretty quickly had Jack, and then about three years later Liam. William had some Stuff (TM) happened that made him realize he was gay, him and Dorothy were divorced by the time Liam was 1. They're still decently good friends, even though she moved pretty far away. Jack and Liam always spent summers with her, school year with William and then bounced back and forth for the allotted holidays.

{side note there's eight-ish years between François and Will so Matt is significantly older than Jack and Liam even tho their dads were about the same age when they had their first kid}

I haven't decided exactly but Abby was somewhere between 7-10 when she was adopted; she's older than Liam, about the same age as Jack, and younger than Matt (yes i know what the fic says i'm going to edit some things). Will and François had been together for about 3-ish years when they adopted Abby. (well, William adopted Abby, François got his name added when it became legal where they lived when she was about 12)

{side note pt 2. in this AU François and Will never actually get married due to a little thing called "it's not legal yet" & when it does become legal they just don't bc of a mutual "marriage was fun to try but i'm never doing that again sorry"; they might file for some sort of civil partnership eventually but besides that}

Years later, like Liam is in his 2nd year of highschool later, they get early on-set empty nest do some Debating, and end up getting a surrogate and having Peter. Officially they don't know who his bio dad is, but you look at the boy for two minutes and can tell he's a Kirkland. Just,,, Matt is back in town, Abby & Jack are back from College for fall break or smth, Liam is in highschool he's always home but; they sit all the kids down and are just "we have big news, we're having a baby!" and the general reaction is "what-what the fuck? aren't you two like,,, ancient?"

Anyway time goes on, Peter is like 3, Liam moved out to live with his mom and go to college around where she lives, Abby is back with an English degree to help Will run the shop (initially she was going to be a teacher but changed her mind); Jack is getting some long fancy degree no one quite understands but he's hyped about it and he's never been excited about school. And Matt is off wandering a national park and having a grand old time doing it.

Pete is down for a nap François slides in the room with a serious conversation to have with William;

within two years they've adopted Angelique, she's about six when Pete is five so they're close but not as close as Abby and Jack. It's so stereotypical but Abby was super happy to have a sister FINALLY she had kinda been hoping Peter was a girl but it's fine. She's fine.

And then last but def not least in the story there is actually going to be a future chapter when Abby drags Lars to meet her parents with the excuse of "you know that baby my parents have been fostering? Wendy? well the adoption papers finally went through, so legally she's their kid and legally she's my sister and they're throwing a little party and you should come and meet the rest of my family everyone is going to be there yes bring Emma and Henri"

anyway the age order is;

Matthieu

Abby

Jack

Liam

Angelique

Peter

Wendy

[eveningstarwiishes]

closed starter for @angelangeliques location: la bouff hotel

“Hey there, sweetheart,” she greets as she approaches the other blonde already waiting for her in the lobby of Echo Isle’s La Bouff Hotel. For meetings like this Lottie always made sure to be practical and punctual, something Big Daddy always told her was of the utmost importance when dealing with business matters. And though her meetings might not be nearly as important as the ones her father attends, it was still a good practice she liked to keep. Especially when she knows the value of the other person’s time. Angelique was one of, if not the best event planners on the island, Lottie knew she surely had a long list of things she could be working on instead of wasting time helping her. So it was greatly appreciated when she did indeed cut out some time from her busy schedule for a meeting.

Settling down into the seat across from Angelique, the blonde pulled a notebook out of her purse and opened it up, jumping right into the topic at hand. It might have been a bit rude, but that was far from her intentions and she hoped it showed from the way in which she was grinning and the general excitement that was practically radiating off of her. “Now I know we still got a good two months before Halloween rolls around - but I want to do somethin’ grand this year. No one’s able to leave to the island this year, so we gotta make sure we do our parties up right to make up for that.” This was going to be the first year Lottie didn’t return back to New Orleans for a bit during the holiday time, so it only felt right that she brought a bit of her hometown Halloween spirit to the isle. “I know the island does its little festival - with the carnival and haunted house and all that. Which is great and fun, but I was thinkin’ of somethin’ a bit bigger to go along with it. What’s your thoughts on the La Bouff Hotel hostin’ a masquerade ball on Halloween night?”

[newgenog]

REVENGE

Notes: This is part three of chapter four. If you're just stumbling across this, and haven't already done so, please stop and start by reading part one of chapter one.

This #Batwoman AU is based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. Ryan Wilder made a choice to be a hero on Batwoman. What happens when she chooses a different path?

Part 3 is short, but remember I've got parts in total for your. A lot happens in this chapter, so it'll be worth it, I promise!

Enjoy this snack.

CHAPTER FOUR - DUPLICITY (Part Three)

Ryan goes after the psychologist who evaluated her after her mom’s death, and determined that she should serve out her time in a youth correctional facility.

JUNE 30TH, 9:00AM, THE HOLD UP

At ten minutes before 9am, Sophie was the first one at the bar, but not for long, because Tyler was right behind her with his laptop bag thrown over his shoulder and a coffee in each hand. 

Sophie: "Morning."

Tyler: "Wasn't sure how you take it, but figured you'd have milk or sugar here, anyway."

When he reaches the bar, he hands her a cup, and she nods in thanks. Her sister and Angelique walk in, next.

Sophie: "We can work in the office. I just need a minute."

Jordan: "Tell me why we're here two hours early, again. And why is there a Crow in our bar?"

Sophie: "If you want more freedom, you're going to have to train Angelique to do more than bartend."

Jordan: "Isn't that your job, boss?"

Sophie: "Actually, my job is to tell you what yours is, and this morning, it's training Angelique. Tyler, let's go."

She spares herself Jordan's eye roll and any forced small talk with Angelique by quickly turning and heading towards the office without checking to make sure Tyler followed her. He said he followed the chain of command…If they were going to work together, he might as well start falling in line now. When she sits behind her desk, he's already begun taking the seat in front of her.

Tyler: "I can't believe you hired that ex-con. And isn't she an addict?"

Sophie: "I didn't, my mom did. And she's recovered. Also, what if we judge the system that failed her instead of the person who fell victim to it. And I thought you weren't here about my restaurant management skills."

Tyler: "Okay, didn't mean to offend your bestie."

Sophie: "Wrong again. I think I'm starting to see why Jacob Kane needs my help if this is your people reading A-game."

Tyler: "Wow! You're really not a morning person are you?"

Sophie: "Tyler…Before we travel beyond the point of return, why don't we discuss what you came for?"

Tyler: "Fine with me. You were so closed to the idea of working with us the other night, we never settled on your terms. I need an agreement and NDA signed before I can show you anything."

Sophie: "I'm five grand a week. Take it or leave it, if you even have the authority to make that decision."

Tyler smirks.

Tyler: "I do."

Sophie: "And since you came to me, we do things my way. I need access to everything. You guys are the ones with corruption, and if I'm going to find out what's going on, it won't be by piecemealing information together because your boss wants to keep secrets. You never know what's relevant, so I need it all. If I ask questions you won't answer, I'm out."

Tyler: "Be reasonable. Even I don't have that much clearance."

Sophie: "And maybe that's why you're failing. I'll sign whatever is required, but get me the clearance, or there's no point."

Tyler takes a beat to think, not breaking eye contact with her. Jacob had a lot of conviction around Sophie Moore, and her reputation from her time with the DOD in National City did precede her. He pulls out a Crows branded folder, opens it and writes something on a sheet of paper. He turns it around so Sophie can read the print. He's written the date and her fee onto a contract on the lines that were left blank. The file already has Jacob Kane's signature on it, and there are other pages behind it."

Tyler: "We're giving you a ten thousand dollar sign on. Boss said to double your rate for that. The NDA is behind it. Sign that, and I'll let you get started looking through what I was already working on while I make a call about your clearance. Worst case, you were paid for your consult today."

Sophie really can't fathom walking away from ten thousand dollars for two hours of her time. She quickly scans the documents, and then grabs a pen and signs. She looks up, and flips her palm out so he can give her whatever he needs reviewed. He drops a flash drive into her hand. 

Tyler: "Password is question everyone. Question mark, capital E for every, the number one."

Sophie gives him a grimace instead of a smile as he turns and walks out of the room, she assumes to call Jacob. She calls out to him before he's out of earshot.

Sophie: "I'm making copies of this."

She puts the drive into her computer and starts scrolling through the files and folders. One folder quickly catches her eye, and compulsion completely wins out over her ethics for a moment. She opens the file, which has very little in it, and prays her semi-photographic memory doesn't let her down this time, as she tries to retain everything her eyes can see.

She hears footsteps approaching and quickly closes out of the file she was reading, just barely resisting the unexplainable urge to delete it. 

~~~~~

12 HOURS LATER 

Mary takes a seat at the bar, big sister sitting again, and Jordan comes over to greet her.

Mary: "You look beat."

Jordan: "Sophie's had us here all day, and she's barely come out of that office."

Mary catches a glimpse of a petite, latinx looking, late-twenty something with a high pony, shuffling around in a hurry behind Jordan and raises a brow.

Mary: "Us? Who's the new girl?"

Jordan: "Her name's Angelique. My mom hired her. She's cool, I guess."

Mary: "Still deciding, eh?"

Jordan cracks a small smile. She's always liked Mary. 

Jordan: "Do you want me to try to get Sophie to come out?"

Mary: "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. She's gotta pee or something eventually, right? And, I can bug you for a while instead."

Jordan laughs while shaking her head no.

Jordan: "I think they taught her how to forget she has a bladder at Point Rock."

Mary: "Even soldiers have to go at some point. I'll bust her out of there eventually if she takes too long."

Jordan: "You are pretty good at convincing her to do stuff. I'll have to remember that."

Mary: "Depending on the ask, I'm happy to lend my services. She doesn't always know what's good for her."

Jordan: "Girl…! You know what? I'll be here all night if I start on that right now. Let me go see what your evil not-twin and her lackeys want to order."

Mary: "I'm following up on that other part when you get back!"

Jordan walks over to the cartoon crew, who seem like characters of themselves, and asks if they want their usual. They barely acknowledge her, because they're being too rowdy. She notices Tatiana is missing and likes them even less. So she takes them basically ignoring her as a yes, and walks off. 

Tatiana is returning from the restroom and catches Jordan heading back behind the bar. So, she takes a seat at it instead of going straight back to the table. When Jordan notices her, she walks over before entering the table's order.

Jordan: "Thought maybe you finally realized there are better people to hang out with than those Lord of the Flies wannabes."

Tatiana: "Throwback! No, I haven't ditched them yet."

Jordan: "Why is that again?"

She shrugs.

Tatiana: "They keep inviting me out, and I don't like to say no."

Jordan lifts her eyebrows, implying, 'if you say so…'

Jordan: "I was just about to put their usual order in. Want anything different?"

Tatiana: "You don't like us, but you have our order memorized?"

Jordan: "I remember everyone's order. It's like remembering a nickname for me. And why'd you group yourself with them like that?"

Tatiana: "Because you never came out again after that one time. Thought maybe I pissed you off too."

Jordan: "Oh, um…my mom got sick the night I went out with you guys, which felt like Karma telling me to chill. So, I've been trying to help out a little more. But you and I are cool. I do wish you had different friends though."

Tatiana: "You could invite me out with your friends sometime."

Jordan: "As soon as I make some, you'll be the first to know." 

Jordan salutes Tatiana, and then turns to finally place the order. It wasn't that Jordan literally had no friends, but she was never the type to go out. She took a year off of school because she thought she should live a little prior to tackling even greater education.

School, running, volunteering, and activism were her life. She liked long distance running because it didn't feel like a team sport; she could be as good at it as she wanted all on her own. And she was smart, but she wasn't a straight A student because she'd rather go to a protest than go to class, so she missed assignments here and there. In fact, one teacher called her "a missed opportunity." 

So while she was accepted everywhere she applied, she wasn't getting any full rides to college. And even though she was more or less a good kid, she was too busy to help out at the restaurant throughout most of high school. All the work she'd been doing around the bar recently wasn't exactly the "living," she imagined she'd be doing though. The temptation to cut loose was sometimes strong, and the wonderland gang almost made it too easy, so she'd given herself one night off of loathing them to see what the hype was about. It didn't end up being worth it.

Mary calls her over after she's done keying the order into the computer. She'd watched the exchange with Tatiana, and is curious.

Mary: "So, are you guys, like, friends now or something?"

Jordan: "I don't know. She's not exactly like them, but she doesn't seem bothered by them, and that makes her questionable."

Mary: "So you inherited that 'save the girl' Moore thing?"

Jordan: "What's that?"

Mary: "Even without the career, Sophie will put herself in harm's way for someone she thinks might be worthy enough to have their back. That's Tatiana for you."

Jordan: "You saying I have some sort of savior complex?"

Mary: "I'm saying you're a good person, but make sure your back is covered when you're busy watching someone else's, too. Not everyone worthy of being saved can or wants to be saved. It might be trying to help them that causes you the most harm."

Jordan nods in understanding, and agreement to think about what Mary said before heading back out to check on her other tables.

~~~~~

To be continued...

Happy Week of Lesbian visibility (wildmoore represents us so well)

All #Batwoman things I do now are in the name of #SaveBatwoman. Go follow all the social handles and support the cause, please.

[etcemais]

Em comemoração aos 100 anos da Disney, o estúdio vai contar a história da estrela mais famosa dos filmes.

Nós vamos acompanhar Asha, uma jovem determinada, incrivelmente inteligente, otimista, e uma perspicaz líder em formação que vive no reino mágico de Rosas. Em um momento de necessidade, a garota decide fazer um pedido aos céus. É quando uma força cósmica com poderes ilimitados vai atendê-la.

O elenco conta com Ariana DeBose como Asha, Chris Pine como Rei Magnifico, Alan Tudyk como Valentino, Angelique Cabral como a Rainha Amaya, a esposa e caixa de ressonância do Rei Magnífico; Victor Garber como o avô de Asha, Sabino, que – aos 100 anos de idade – espera pacientemente que seu desejo seja atendido; Natasha Rothwell como a avó de Asha; Jennifer Kumiyama como a amiga mais querida de Asha, Dahlia, que é uma padeira talentosa e líder não oficial de seu grupo; Evan Peters como o cara forte com um grande coração, Simon; Harvey Guillén como Gabo, que pode ser cínico, mas tem um coração de ouro; Ramy Youseff como Safi, que sofre de alergias; Niko Vargas como o alegre e sempre sorridente Hal; Della Saba como o adolescente aparentemente tímido, Bazeema, que é cheio de surpresas; e Jon Rudnitsky como o amigo de bochechas rosadas e orelhas tortas, Dario. O roteiro fica nas mãos de Jennifer Lee, de Frozen, e Fawn Veerasunthorn e Chris Buck dirigem o longa.

Wish: O Poder Dos Desejos estreia no dia 4 de janeiro.

[jacobblack3751009]

Moonlit Reunion

The night was calm and serene as the reader, a powerful vampire, strolled through the quiet streets of Collinsport. His mind was filled with thoughts of his beloved Angelique Bouchard, their passionate encounters, and the eternal love they shared. Little did he know that danger lurked in the shadows, awaiting its opportunity to strike.

Suddenly, the peaceful ambiance shattered as a feral growl echoed through the night. The reader's instincts sharpened, and in a split second, a werewolf lunged at him, its claws slashing through the air. The attack caught him off guard, leaving him vulnerable to the beast's assault.

News of the attack reached Angelique's ears like an omen of dread. Without hesitation, she hastened to her lover's side, driven by a desperate need to protect him. Her mind raced, contemplating a solution to save him from the brink of death.

As Angelique arrived at the grand Collins Manor, her eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for answers. A mixture of panic and determination filled her heart as she discovered her lover's weakened form lying motionless. She fell to her knees beside him, gently cradling his head in her arms.

"Please, my love, hold on," she whispered, her voice laced with both fear and hope. "We'll find a way to save you."

Angelique's eyes met his, filled with a profound sadness, as she pleaded for an explanation. She desperately needed to understand how to bring him back from the precipice of darkness.

But just as despair threatened to consume her, a mysterious stranger materialized before her. His piercing gaze bore into her soul, exuding an otherworldly aura. In his hand, he held a small vial containing his own blood.

"Take this," he spoke, his voice commanding yet compassionate. "It is the only way to save him."

With a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, Angelique accepted the vial. Without wasting a moment, she poured the stranger's blood into her lover's mouth, the crimson liquid mingling with the werewolf's venom.

As the concoction infused within the reader's veins, a powerful transformation began. His body convulsed, a fusion of wolf and vampire energies merging together in a spectacular display of supernatural power. When the chaos subsided, he emerged as a werewolf-vampire hybrid, reborn with newfound abilities.

Angelique's eyes widened, tears streaming down her face, but they were tears of joy. She gazed upon her lover, now whole and thriving. The overwhelming relief and elation flooded her heart, and she threw her arms around him, holding him tightly as their destinies intertwined once more.

"Thank the heavens you're safe," she murmured, her voice quivering with emotion. "I thought I had lost you."

The moon cast its gentle glow upon the reunited couple, a testament to their enduring love. Together, they embarked on a new chapter, embracing the duality of their supernatural existence. United by an unbreakable bond, they faced the mysteries and challenges that awaited them, bound by their shared immortal love.

In the moonlit night, Angelique and her werewolf-vampire hybrid lover embarked on a journey, their souls forever entwined in the dance of darkness and desire.

[vincereintro]

📂 * 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙾 : ARCHIVO AL2901.

NIVEL DE AMENAZA: medio-bajo.

NOMBRE: angelique lecompte ( ella/suya )

EDAD: veintitrés.

OCUPACIÓN: modelo.

NACIONALIDAD(ES): coreano-francesa.

legado de las supermodelos francesas, camille y brigitte lecompte. de acuerdo con la información proporcionada su relación familiar es buena, desde el día uno madres adoptivas la criaron con mucho amor y la consintieron en cada detalle. jamás ejercieron control sobre su persona sino que la impulsaron en todos sus deseos y sueños. le abrieron las puertas a un mundo de lujos, confort, comodidad y miles de oportunidades. se lleva de maravilla con ellas y las ama y admira más que a nada en el mundo. a pesar de personalidad rebelde con la cual angelique creció nunca lo volcó contra sus madres, no, con ellas no, son intocables para la rubia. no ha querido saber de sus padres biológicos a pesar de que sus madres adoptivas siempre fueron abiertas y transparentes con el tema. cree que su verdadera familia son ellas dos y si bien cierta curiosidad comenzó a nacer luego de cumplir los dieciocho, no quiso hacer nada al respecto por miedo a ser rechazada por ellos.

ACOMPAÑANTE: una perra de nombre auby.

según los reportes se dice que su adopción no fue del todo legal, por así decirlo. los procesos son largos y el deseo de ambas mujeres por ser madres era inmenso. se corre la voz de que ambas utilizaron su fama, sus contactos políticos y grandes sumas de dinero en forma de soborno para adoptar a angelique, salteándose todos los procedimientos obligatorios y claramente pasando por encima de familias que hacía meses llevaban esperando de la forma correcta.

MIEMBRO ACTIVO DE LA CASA DE CORVUS.