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violettduchess · 2 years

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hello! uhhh idk if i'm doing this right but 30. eyelid kisses + gilbert pls? ><

A/N: Thank you for the request @atelier-maroron 💜

Comfort fic

Word Count: 952

The door to Gilbert’s study is a work of art, like most everything in this place he calls home. Rich ebony wood upon which a map of all of Obsidian has been painstakingly carved. You touch the mountain ridges with your fingertips, trailing them down the meager rivers, over the wide, arid plains. Obsidian is a land of stark beauty, jagged black edges and brown dirt. Life is hard here. It forges even harder people. And sometimes it creates gems. You drop your hand down to the golden, curved door handle and push.

The study is dark, shadows inhabiting corners, crawling over bookshelves, hiding between the folds of the heavy drapery. The only source of light is a chamberstick on the massive desk, a desk carved entirely from rich dark walnut. The wood drinks in the candlelight, almost glowing. Seated in a wingback chair of matching walnut and red velvet is Gilbert. His pen scratches against the parchment, methodical, never slowing. The black ink across the page displays his elegant handwriting, slanted to the right and full of embellishments.

He reaches up, rubbing the back of his neck, the only sign of weariness he allows himself. You wait, closing the heavy door softly behind you and lean against it, the wood cool even through the thin material of your nightclothes. You know better than to interrupt him when he is working, when those bright thoughts of his are traveling so fast it leaves you dizzy. He thinks around corners, in calculations, in moves two steps ahead of everyone else. He is a beautiful man, of that there is no question, but his mind is as beautiful, a labyrinth you are still learning to explore, whose shadows intrigue rather than frighten.

Finally he lays the raven feather quill down and you make your approach. Outside it is the deepest part of night, the time when quiet settles over everything like snowfall and the world feels still and lonely. He is not surprised to see you. Night has always been the time meant just for the two of you, the quiet guardian of an unexpected love. You move through it to find one another, whether through darkened palaces, verdant gardens or even just an outstretched hand across the expanse of a bed.

He reaches for you now, his hand finding yours, and pushes the chair back across the dark floor, creating enough space for him to pull you onto his lap and into his arms. Not a word is spoken as you cradle his head against your chest. His cheek is cool against the swell of your breast. You’ve grown accustomed to it, the coolness of his touch. Now it soothes you more than warmth ever could. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to him. If he could only hold you tight enough, close enough, so that some of your energy could become his, osmosis from one lover to another. He has been working so hard, organizing his forces, reaching out to his faction leaders, readying himself for the war that Rhodolite is so insistent on fighting. The news of the Jade and Benitoite alliance with the country of roses only served to increase the hours Gilbert has spent away from you. Moments like this one are now few and far between.

He turns his head, breathing out against your skin. You gently stroke the hair at the nape of his neck. His hair is charcoal and gossamer, the stuff of that liminal, soft space between sunset and night. His skin alabaster perfection. He sighs heavily and tilts his face upward to look at you, his eye dark as claret in the candlelight. You shift slightly, his hands automatically grasping you tighter, an unspoken warning that he will not let you go. But you don’t want to go. You exist as the truest version of yourself when you are in his arms. You reach up, cupping his face in your hands. He stares at you like you are the answer to every question philosophy has ever posed, the reason we were born with hands to touch and lips to kiss and tongues to taste.

Your fingers travel over the angles of his face, up to the supple band of his eyepatch. In one gentle, deliberate movement, you remove it, turning only to lay it carefully on the desk before twisting back to him. Only you ever see him like this, face bare, the mask of Prince Gilbert von Obsidian cast off by your own hand. Leaning down, you kiss his eyelids. First, over the sharp crimson eye that misses nothing, that sees more than people with both eyes uncovered. And then you press your lips to the eyelid dissected by the thin silver line that runs over his other eye, injury having turned it white as the moon.

Your kiss cuts the final strings that have held him up, a marionette finally at the end of its show. For a moment, you are the only thing in the world holding Gilbert von Obsidian together. Your embrace is his bulwark and he clings to you, his only chance to find safe harbor.

The shadows have subtly shifted in the room by the time he raises his head from your shoulder.

“Mein Engel”, he murmurs as he breathes out, voice raspy with exhaustion. “Ich brauche dich so.”

My angel, he said. But for once in his life, Gilbert is wrong. If there is any divinity in this room tonight, it isn’t you. It is the force of the two of you, together. The mutual grace found in one another’s love and acceptance.

“Come,” you whisper, your lips against his temple, “Let’s go to bed.”

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art-now-poland · 3 years

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Childhood gardens XI, Magdalena Nałęcz

Let me tell you about my latest exhibition "The Choidchood gardens". The people who saw my exhibition stressed these paintings were not only a very well-composed canvas, full of subtle colours, profesionally painted and of good workshop, but also this was the story full of contexts. Fot me, this cycle of paintings means the challenge whoch I plased for myself. Creating these canvas was the return to the childchood time and the years of growing-up. They are a memory of colours, scens, emotions, places, events and people, who in particullar fell in the memory of a litle girl and which have returned in the works of an adult woman. They are the tale collected on the black and white photos from an old family album. They bring back to memory the time when I was a litle girl and in the first week of the september every year my grandmather used to take me to the best photo atelier in the city. These photos captured my growing-up. Today, looking at them brings back to life the colours of a turqoise dress, of yellow brows and of red wernished shoes. These colours come to existence in the colourfulness of the painting cycle. One of the contexts of the exhibition is that it is universal becouse each of us can find oneself in it. Each of us must have one's old album and memories captured in it. Each of us experienced moments in life which were particullary important. We all met friendly and hostile people who saped us and our life story. For that reason this cycle of paintings - "The childchood gardens" can be very special for you, becouse it forces us to bring back to life the most secret memories ant emotions. These canvas are associated indifferent ways. I, myself, am constantly discovering new perceptions at the paintings. The most similar understanding of the theme is the one presented by Carlos Saura in the move "Feed the ravens". “I have thought for a long time that I have wings” “Childhood Gardens,” a series of paintings by Magdalena Nałęcz, is an exceptional collection. In the middle of her life, the artist is painting pictures in which she returns to the days of her childhood. Is it an attempt at recapitulation of her life or rather an unusual and nostalgic journey back into the past, a retrospection and reminiscence of the most important places and emotions connected with them? Or perhaps breaking a spell of sadness brought by memories which are not very cheerful? Magda’s journey into the land of childhood does not lead inside the happy walls of her family home. Quite the opposite – the house is omitted. Memories concern, above all, the gardens enchanted with reminiscence, some elusive moment remembered by the colour of a dress, the shape of a ribbon knot, the tying of booties. The garden space is safe: it is a shelter which allows dreaming. It is a hiding place in which a person grows up, becomes mature and comes out into the world. It is a place filled with profound experiences, failures and sorrows, but they are immersed in colour which will give comfort to the artist for her entire life. However, do not let us be deceived by apparent calmness of a well-kept garden. No idyllic image of childhood is there to be found. No birdsong can be heard – birds are unattainable and their voices are confined in a cage guarded by a beautiful but sad little girl. She looks like a doll or like a prop carefully chosen for the remembered picture, for the memory of a school badge on her arm and clean white knee-socks. She is waiting, motionless. She is dreaming. She feels the wings of blue butterflies, which she is going to spread much later, while painting another gardens. Intense colours throw very distinct light on little girl’s sadness. She is alone. She seeks for the strength and warmth of the wolf, a guardian of her safe garden. Only the memory of an excursion to the lake recalls a blithe moment of playing with her mother… Only then the heroine becomes again a laughing child. The enchanted garden of Magda’s childhood is far from Frances Burnett’s secret garden where children perform their own rituals to help their friend recover. Yet both gardens seem to have one thing in common: the magic power to heal the soul. The power of wings that may carry us high if we make a little effort. Magda opened a garden which had been closed for years. I hope she will find roses there, and remember that she has wings to fly. And we, while wandering around her childhood gardens, become engrossed in reading our own memories, warding off sorrows and searching for our lost wings. For, as Wisława Szymborska has said: “Everyone of us has their own childhood. We can safely say that it never ends, and it even comes back to us when we think it is irretrievably lost. This depends partly on ourselves how we are going to remember it.” So let us wander around Magda’s gardens, feeling the wings of her butterflies on our backs; feeling the warmth and strength of good wolves who will always protect us. Magdalena Kąkolewska

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Childhood-gardens-XI/837541/3317937/view

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amindofstone · 4 years

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Jolly sailor

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a/n: Dream a little dream with me and imagine. Imagine Luffy being able to save Ace and him making it out of the Marineford. Imagine him taking Whitebeards place as the captain and keeping the crew together. Now imagine...

Words: 5164 (I´m sorry my fingers didn´t stop typing.)

Genre: anime imagine?

Warnings: Maybe grammar or spelling mistakes. (I genuinely apologize. English is not my mother tongue and I´m really trying to improve. So please be so kind and have mercy)

Character(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader (Serena)

Info: For better reading keep in mind that the words in italic are Serenas (readers) train of thoughts. And the words put between a note “” are the lyrics of the song “Jolly Sailor Bold” I was inspired by.

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. This took me a lot of time. So please respect me as the writer and my work. Piczure is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner (Twitter: @tsuyomaru1a). !!!

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“Mommy?”, said the boy sitting at the dining table, while trying to focus on his drawing. Serena, the mother of the boy with the raven black hair hummed in response without looking up from her painting. “Where you ever at the Grand Line or the New World?”, Serena who was painting the person that appeared in her dreams last night, stopped in her tracks and looked at the direction the little boy was sitting at. The question of her son caught her by surprise what made her look at him quite dumbfounded. “Ehm… Dear, where did that question come from now?”, she asked while she put her brush aside. The little boy who still wasn´t looking up shrugged his shoulders and gave an answer what could also have been that from his father. “Probably somewhere from the corner of my brain.”, he answered and looked his mother in the eyes. He knew that his way of talking resembled that of his father a lot what always surprised his mother when he talked because he rarely was home, but still he managed to sound like him. So every time he said something his father also could have said, his mother would stop doing whatever she was busy with at the moment and just stare at him with the same loving eyes she looked at his father. And every time she did so, he always tried to never miss the sight of that, because it made him proud to see that he could make his mother happy with such a simple thing.

“Well yes, I grew up on an island on the Grand Line until my teenage years. After I turned 20 I guess I ended up somewhere in the New World where I also met your father. But you already know that so why ask me that?”, Serena slowly approached her son and sat down next to him. Her son Faun, who seemed to be thinking about something deeply, put his pen down and intended to ask another question when he stopped himself by putting his small hand over his mouth. The little gesture made the brunet haired woman next to him laugh. Faun was now slowly looking back to his mothers face and tried to form a proper sentence. “May I.. ehm.. ask you some questions about… well about… you and… dad?”, although the young boy knew that his mother did not like talking about her past he always wanted to know so much about her. He always tried to ask her some questions but she somehow always managed to get out of those situations by changing the topic or making him forget what he wanted from her. Even now he had no hope of hearing her tell him her and his dad’s story. He was about to apologize and get back to his drawing when she took him in her arms and left her atelier behind. “Mom? Where are we going?”, asked the confused little boy. But Serena just smiled at him lovingly and kept walking. When she did not reply to him he decided to keep quiet and see what´s going to happen. Little did he know that she was going to tell him the story he always wanted to hear. Serena walked into her bedroom and placed her usually talkative son on the bed she slept on alone for the last eight months. Sitting on his mother’s bed, Faun was following her steps with his eyes. While she was busy taking a box out of her closet. After taking the box out of its place she closed the doors to her closed and walked back to her son and sat down next to him on the bed that seemed to be bigger than usually since she slept alone on it.

“Tell me Faun. I do know that you saw pictures of me when I was younger but did you ever saw a picture of your father when he was younger or a child?”, the Question caught the ten years old boy by surprise what made him blink a few times. But he quickly pulled himself together and shook his head a bit to fast. She gave him a loving smile and went through his raven black hair. “In that case I´ll start telling you something about your father with some pictures of him and that of some others. Alright?”, the look the incredibly beautiful boy gave her was worth to be photographed but she did not dare to leave him just to go and get a camera so she just took him in her arms and kissed his cheek while laughing. “You have pictures of Dad, when he was younger?! Wow! Was he good looking? Was he as muscular as he is now?”, curiosity rolled over Serena’s son what made him ask one question after another. It took him a while until she could calm him down and make him focus on what she is going to tell him so she took her time and let him talk for a while. While he did so she couldn´t stop thinking about his father, her husband. The man who stole her heart, her mind and her soul.

A man every person feared and respected at the same time. A man whose story was spread around the world like that of a tale. Whose story was seen as that of a hero who also played the villain at the same time. The name of that man is well known. A tale with a title that can create any kind of emotions when read. A title made of just a name. A name that was and forever will be the cause of her racing her heart and trembling hands. A name that was engraved in her heart and carried by her soul with so much love and passion that it caused her pain. A name that was always on her mind. Portgas D. Ace.

I wonder how he is doing right now. Is he alright? Is he hurt? Is he getting enough sleep?

“Mom? Is everything ok?”, Serena got lost in her thoughts thinking about the man who promised her to come see her every four months and forgot that she had her son sitting in front of her. “Mom is everything alright? You look sad. Did I upset you?”, the huge smile that was lingering on the plum red lips of her son was now gone. Serena knew that Faun was not the child he used to be. A little boy she could trick with a smile or by changing the topic. He no longer was the naïve boy he used to be. He was a mature 10 years old boy. For her taste even to mature but Luffy said that he is just like Ace himself. He told her stories about him as a 10 years old boy who was also really mature for his age and who did things she could never think of.

🎼 Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray. Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay. 🎼

Faun was about to call his mother again when she took a deep breath and started to speak in a soft calm voice. A voice that was so beautiful that could make any person weak in their knees. Her voice what was one of the many things Ace fell in love with.

“It was a calm and warm morning on the island I was living in at that time.”, Faun was taken aback for a second but quickly understood that she was telling him what he always wanted to hear. So he sat back and listened. “It was a huge island but not many people lived there. There was a small village of probably just 100 people. They were really nice people. Each of them was friendly and respectful, with caring and funny personalities. I loved them from the bottom of my heart. As you know my beloved Faun, I am half mermaid but they never judged me because of that. I fact they never made me feel out of place. They helped me and my father every day. They brought me my favorite sweets, my fathers favorite dishes and clothes for the both of us. When my mother came visiting us they would treat her like any other person on the island. They loved me and my small family so much that they even where ready to fight for us when one of the most strongest pirates stopped at the island and asked for my father. It was really funny because my father knew the pirates but they still were suspicious and didn´t trust them a bit. When my father invited some of them to our house the women of the village would come and literally drag me out of my house and keep me in theirs until they left.”, the memories of the village and the time she spend there made her emotional. She missed all of them. They turned in just a short period into her family. A family that loved her more than she ever deserved.

“Now guess who those pirated were my father knew?”, Faun did exactly was his mother asked him to do. He thought and came up with a bunch of famous pirate names but each time she said no. When he looked at his mother with a mad and frustrated sigh, a chuckle left her and she sat her son in between her legs and placed a kiss on his head. “It were the Whitebeard pirates, who are now called …”, before she could finish the sentence her son finished it with big eyes filled by amazement. “… the White Fire pirates. Grandpa knew Whitebeard?! But how?”, Serena smiled at her son and opened the box she previously took out of her closet. The box was filled with different pictures. Some by people he instantly recognized and some by people he didn´t knew. “My father was part of the Whitebeard crew and was in the fifth division. And what made this division so special was that it was called the swordsmen division. And yes. Before you start to freak out again, Grandpa is a swordfighter.”, it only took a second for the boy to lose control over himself again and to start jumping around out of excitement. “Oh Mother! You have to tell me more! Why did you never said that Grandpa was so awesome?!”, a small giggle left Serena before she took her sons hand in hers and sat him down in front of her again. “Father was an amazingly strong pirate and on top of that a good man. That´s why he was so loved by the village.”, Serena took out a picture of her father when he was in his forties and Serena just 19. Faun looked at the picture with an open mouth and talked without thinking. A habit he had from Ace. “No offense but he looks older than he is now on the picture. How can one look so old? And no wonder dad fell in love with you. You were beautiful! But now you are even more beautiful. Don´t tell dad but you even look better than him. Just a bit though!!”, the words that left the young boys mouth made Serena laugh. How come he is so much like his father when he´s barely home and with us?

“You really need to stop telling him that he looks so old. Otherwise he won´t come see us anymore.”, Serena let Faun still look at the pictures of her and her father when she took out a picture of Ace as a young man in the age of just 20.

🎼 Conversing with a young lass, who seem'd to be in pain. Saying, William, when you go I fear you'll ne'er return again. 🎼

“The day they came to our island was not one to be happy. It was a sad reunion between my father and the pirates. A lot of their crew mates where hurt and some of them were even close to death. They needed help and a new captain. One of those who were about to die was your father my dear Faun. Uncle Marco who is the commander of the first division was worried to death because he couldn´t help him. He was just able to keep him alive while he was in coma. And this is when I meet him for them first time. Badly injured and with a weakly beating heart that threatened to stop keeping him alive. My father called me and convinced me to heal him since I ate from a devil fruit that gave me the ability to heal people. Marco and the other commanders talked to me and promised me to give me anything I wanted when I would promise them to heal Ace. Their friend, their commander and the man they would die for.”. the memories of Ace when he was close to death made her realize how worried she was about him now. Ace, who was now her husband. He should have been here four months ago. He should have came and see her and their son but he didn´t came. He did not reply to any of her letters in the last two months. Her heart clenched with the thought of him getting hurt and she started to cry. “Mom? Why are you crying?”, She didn´t wanted her son to see her cry and make him worried. She didn´t wanted him to lose hope in his father and the promise that he´ll come see them again. So she wiped her tears away and smiled. “It´s just that I miss my old hometown. It’s nothing serious.”, Faun hugged his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “No need to be sad. When dad comes home we can ask him how Grandpa is doing because he always visits him whenever he comes back home. Now please stop crying and show me your smile. I want to see your dimples and kiss them just like dad does whenever you’re sad!” Ace. Just know that although you might not be here with me and although I am left alone with my longing for you and the painful emptiness in my heart caused by your absence, the presence of our son takes all of that away from me.

Serena gave her son the smile he asked her to show him and instantly got showered with kisses. “Are you feeling better Mom? If not I give you more kisses and hug you for hours just like a koala does a tree. No wait. I hold onto you like a sloth holds onto a tree! Yes that´ll do for sure. Wait no! Sloths aren´t cute though….”, the adorable nonsense her son talked managed to make her laugh again. Marco was right; although father and son are not always together they are alike. Even to the point Faun sometimes looks like Ace´s clone. “Now what happened next? Please tell me more.”, Serena nodded and showed him more pictures.

🎼 My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold. 🎼

“It took us a long time until all of the men were healthy again. But it took us the most making sure Ace was back to his normal state. Although he had the power of the fire fruit it took a long time until he was fully healthy. That caused a lot of them to be worried since they planned to make him to their new captain at that time.”, Serena showed Faun pictures of some of the Commanders and Ace when he suddenly said something that made her blush. But as quickly as the pink shade crept up her cheeks as quickly did it also leave and that only because of the words of her little boy. “That’s a great story but how did you and dad fall in love? Can you tell me that? Uncle Marco told me that Dad is the main cause of any problem they have and a risky captain. He never backs off from any fight, what I also do and forever will but compared to him you are his total opposite. You are calm and he is loud. He is ready to take risks you try to avoid anything that is close to being a bit difficult. It´s like a normal civilian and a princess that ended up as a couple. How did you to end up marring?”, Serena looked at his son with an unreadable gaze lingering upon her. She was shocked by his words but also in the verge of laughing out loud. At the end she wasn´t able to keep her laughter in and started to laugh. While she was holding her stomach from the pain her son was looking at her with an emotionless face. “What did I say?”, with a slightly tilted head the green eyed boy was looking up at his mother with confusion written all over his face. “Oh dear!”, Serena wiped the tears away that fell on her cheeks before she started to talk again. “I do understand what you mean but don´t you know the saying opposites attracts? But going honest I have to admit that it did take us both a while before we actually understood that we had feelings for each other. In those weeks where I took care of him and his crew while they decided on how to start all over again as pirates, I started to get happy whenever he was around me. I turned into the happiest living being whenever he called me or asked me for a favor. Whenever he needed anything I was the first one to go get that. No matter what it was. I loved him but I couldn´t believe it at the beginning until he and his crew left the island. Days and nights passed and I got sadder whenever I saw something that reminded me of him. I couldn´t sleep. I couldn´t eat. I was lost and felt empty. I was restless and somehow just existing. One day I got a letter. The envelop had just my name on it and nothing else. But somehow I still knew that is was from your father. The letter itself had no actual beginning nor and ending. The content of the letter wasn´t anything special but still made me more than just happy. If any other person would have read it they would have been disappointed and wouldn´t think about it. They even would have called it unnecessary and nonsense. But to me it was more than that. It was special because it made me feel like he thought about me and the time he was on the island. You know what made it so special was that fact that he started his writing where our talking ended before he left. This was the beginning of us getting closer. The love I had for him, the sentence anyone who was in love would have probably said hundreds of times never left my mouth nor had a place in my letters for him. He on his side did also never mention those three magical words. I don´t know about him but I was way to scared to say it out loud or write it down. I was scared that he might not feel the same and just see me as a good friend. But my heart was telling me otherwise. I was always praying to read those three words in one of his letters but never was disappointed when he did not write it down. Getting those letters and writing mine for him was a feeling I could never explain. I was filled by pure joy and love whenever I read his letters or wrote for him.”, Serena talked and talked. She told him anything she could think of while her heart was racing and her eyes were fixed on her hand with the ring he proposed to her. She remembers all those little moments with him. All those months and years of her crying over him. She remembers all those restless nights filled by the pained sobs that left her, accompanied by her aching and longing heart. She didn´t realized but while the memories of the man she would die for slowly made their way back to her mind a single tear fell down her cheek what made her realize how much she missed him and his touch. His voice calling her name and his laugh that would always light up her days.

🎼 His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him wherever he may go. 🎼

Serena knew that she shouldn´t be crying in front of Faun so she kept the pain and the tears that threaded to fall back for later. But still she missed his presence more than ever. Eight months passed and he did not come back home. He should have been back four months ago. She should be getting letters from him every one or two weeks but nothing came. She was worried to death and couldn´t bear the pain anymore. She was scared of losing him. She was sacred to open the newspaper and read an article about his death. She wanted him to quit being a pirate and do whatever Garp would tell him. She wanted him to be save. Save, happy and at home. But she knew that his happiness is not only made of her and their son but also by sailing and being the free man he always wished to be. He wanted to be just like the man who saved him and gave him a reason to live. The man he called father from the bottom of his heart. The man he owns his life. She knew her wish of him being with her was selfish. She knew that she was selfish for wanting him to quit being a pirate but what else could she do? She was scared to death. She wanted him to be next to her. Somewhere she could take care of him and hold him. Kiss him and tell him how much she loved him. How much he meant to her. He was her life. The reason why she kept living. The reason she woke up every morning. He was the reason of her happiness.

But she put everything aside and let him be. She let him do whatever he wanted to do. She let him do whatever his heart desired and made him happy. Just so she could see him smile. He deserved it. He deserves to be happy and loved. He suffered enough in his life and deserves to be carefree now.

🎼 From Tower Hill to Blackwall. I'll wander, weep and moan. All for my jolly sailor until he sails home. 🎼

Faun was looking at a picture that showed his mother and his father at their wedding that was held on the main flagship of the White Fire Pirates, when he realized that his mother stopped talking. He looked at her and followed her gaze that was lingering upon her hand with her wedding ring. He saw her eyes that were filled with tears and was irritated since her lips were showing a beautiful smile. He wanted to say something and console her but he knew that he should not do anything since it might make it even worse. He knew that if he started consoling her by telling her that father was alright she might lose it all and break down. He knew his mother well. She was a soft hearted woman with a heart of gold. Although she was a strong woman with admirable fighting abilities she still was a woman in love after all. He remembers his Grandfather telling him that no matter how strong a person is. When they’re in love their strength can´t save them from the pain love brings. Faun was lost.

He didn´t wanted his mother to cry. When he asked her to tell him something about his father he didn´t wanted her to cry. He felt bad and started to tear up. Guilt took over him and he started to shed tears. “I´m sorry mother! I made you cry. I made you think about your past. I´m sorry.”, the son of the emperor was now hugging his mother while apologizing over and over again. “No my dear. It is not your guilt. And who says that I´m crying? See I´m all good. There is nothing to feel bad about. Hear me out. It it getting late. How about we get ready for bed? I tell you more about your father some other day. Alright?”, Faun who was still hugging his mother just nodded while soft sobs left him. The pained mother took her sons face in her hands and put a kiss on his forehead with a smile on her lips. She took his hand in hers and led him into the bathroom and prepared him for the night. And just like any other night she started to sing his favorite song. Usually Faun would never dare to make her stop since it calmed him down and made him feel loved and special. But tiday was different. There was a question lingering on his mind he needed an answer to. So he called for the woman he loved the most and made her stop singing to him not even half way through the song. “Mom I have a question. Is dad alright? Will he ever come back?”, when Serena thought that nothing’s going to worsen the pain in her chest her own flesh and blood proved her wrong. It took her a lot of courage and strength to put on a bright smile and answer him with a stabile and confident voice. “Of course he is doing fine. He is Fire fist Ace after all, isn´t he? And why shouldn’t he come back home? There is no reason to think that. Your father loves you more than anything on this planet. Believe it or not but he loves you even more than he loves Uncle Luffy or Uncle Sabo.”, the words of the half mermaid made the young boys sad face turn into a bright happy one with a huge smile upon his lips. “Thank you mother. Could you maybe continue with the song? I really love hearing it before falling asleep.”, Serena who was laying down next to her son nodded and continued singing the song not only he loved but also his father.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold. My father is a merchant, the truth I now will tell and in great London City in opulence doth dwell. His fortune doth exceed 300,000 gold and he frowns upon his daughter, who loves a sailor bold. A fig for his riches, his merchandise and gold. True love has grafted my heart, give me my sailor bold. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold. Should he return in pov'rty from o'er the ocean far to my tender bosom, I'll press my jolly tar. My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May. And often we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway. Many a pretty blooming young girl we did behold. Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold”

Soft snores could be heard what signalized her that the little man she was singing to was now fast asleep. With a last kiss put on his head and a softly whispered “Goodnight my little treasure.”, she left his room and closed the door as soundless as possible. Her atelier she was working on before was still not cleaned up so she made her way back to her beloved work place and started to clean everything up. The song she sang her son before was not finished yet so she began singing where she stopped.

“My name it is Serena a merchant's daughter fair. And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year. Come all you pretty fair maids. Who ever you may be. Who love a jolly sailor that plows the raging sea. While up aloft in storm from me his absence mourn. And firmly pray arrive the day he's never more to roam. My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold”, usually she would now repeat the song since it ended but the sight that life offered her did not only made her stop in her tracks but also made her drop anything she had in her hands. “I´m not sure if the original owner of this song would be really fond of hearing you change the name Maria with your own. I mean, it does sound beautiful but still, I´m just saying.”, Serena did not know what to do. She was overwhelmed with the situation and could not believe what she was seeing. A few minutes ago she was talking about him and lost hope of ever being able to see him again. She told her mind a few days ago that it shall stop hurting her more and forget him. But now she felt like she did not only betray herself but also him, who was now standing in front of her in all his glory. “Ace?”, tears she kept in all these day couldn´t be hold back anymore and made their way out. One after another wetted her cheeks and made her vision get blurry. She couldn´t believe what she was seeing. She told herself that he is not real but rather a trick played by her heart, mind and soul. She told herself to stop crying since he was not here with her. She told herself that her husband was somewhere in the New World and that she should stop crying, when the person who was the cause of all of her pain came closer and gave her a reassuring hug. As if he knew that she couldn´t believe her eyes and wanted her to believe. He wanted her to believe in him and his person that was truly standing in front of her. “Ace?”, she looked up in his eyes with tears still falling down his cheeks. “Love, I´m home.”, not knowing what to do himself the emperor placed his lips on those of his wives with the hope to get rid of the pain in his chest that accompanied him all those lonely night.

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astringofmadhousefloozies · 4 years

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Magicam Live

Vil’s guest is a pest. Contains coarse language, people being catty bitches, and more telling than showing.

You want more, check my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag. If you liked it, let me know!

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Transcript of Last Week's Magicam Live From *schoenheit_official

Vil: Hello my dearest fans! As promised, I will be showing off my newest capsule makeup collection, to be released this Monday exclusively at Feathersweep Cosmetics. However, due to high demand, instead of simply demonstrating on myself, I thought I would show that anyone could be half as beautiful as me with these!

[He holds a hand out to the side.]

V: Please welcome my fellow student at Night's Raven College, Yuu.

Yuu: Yo.

[A girl with short, dark hair and tired eyes sits down beside him. Spotty and plump, with a notable double chin. She's notably underdressed, compared to Vil.]

Y: I am she. I'm *donegotisekaid, if you haven't seen yet. Full of genuine memes from another universe, as well as me figuring this place out, and pictures of my not-cat.

V: She's simply been begging me for a makeover!

Y: He asked me if I'd do it, actually.

[Vil stops and takes a deep breath, clearly irritated.]

V: Yes, well. You've prepared?

Y: I scrubbed my face real good and managed to leave most of my pimples alone, if that's what you mean.

[Vil sighs]

V: As much as you're capable of, clearly. We'll start with the primer.

Y: [with a smile] Didn't you already give me one on how to act in this?

[Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, regret pouring from every cell in his body.]

V: Just lie back and be quiet until I'm done with you.

[Yuu looks at the camera, but says nothing. There's an audible snicker from behind the camera.]

[There are a few quiet minutes where Vil prepares her face, before selecting a foundation.]

V: So, is there a reason you don't wear makeup? You could look quite nice with it.

Y: Few reasons. It's a lot of effort, and I tire easily. I don't really like the feel of it on my face, and I tend to touch my face a lot anyways, so it doesn't last. It's a lot of money, and I break out very easily.

V: I can see that. Don't you use face wash?

Y: You should have seen me when I did use it! Much worse.

V: Ugh. I'll give you something later. And none of these have a good tone for you.

Y: Just pick the closest! I'll end up wrecking it by a few hours from now anyways.

[Vil rolled his eyes.]

V: Rook, any questions from the chat?

[A familiar accented voice from offscreen]

Rook: *stellargems wants to know how Yuu found herself at NRC.

Y: Transdimensional bullshit. I'm here until we figure out how I can get home. It's not bad, I don't miss it much.

V: Yuu even has her own dorm so she doesn't have to bother anyone.

Y: Not that it stops me.

V: [sotto voce] Don't we all know.

Y: If they kept you in a building with four usable rooms total and no electricity, you'd be out and about too. At least the ghosts there are really nice and help me out.

V: Do you kiss these ones too, or was that a one time thing?

Y: If I hadn't kissed her we'd be down a student and you and half the people I hang out with would be paralyzed, so don't make fun.

[Vil stops to regard the camera.]

V: To clarify, there was an incident with a ghost princess causing a lot of trouble at the school a few months ago. Yuu decided to kiss her to fix everything, because she's both stupid and deeply strange.

Y: It was really fun until I started dying.

V: All her blood was on the outside. It was disgusting.

Y: It did work though!

V: Keep telling yourself that, you didn't kiss the one you really wanted to.

[Yuu gives him the finger, and Vil shoves her hand down.]

R: *vilpleasefathermychildren asks-

[Yuu sputters with laughter. Vil just winks at the camera with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.]

R: They want to know if there'll be a coupon code for the new release.

V: There will! It'll be released via the official fanclub email Sunday night.

Y: It'll be a whole three percent off and you have to pay to access it.

V: Stop that.

Y: [sweetly] No.

Rook: *getterbackback wants to know what your shirt says?

Y: Yeah, hold on.

[She stands and pulls the shirt out to be seen better. It says in large letters, I'M CUTE AND I BITE]

Y: You can do one yourself if you take a dark shirt, tape the parts you want covered, and scorch the area around it with diluted bleach. I've done a few of these, a few designs more than once.

V: Destroyed them?

Y: Nah, Lil wants at least one of every one I do.

V: [to the camera] That would be our fellow student Lilia Vanrouge, from Diasomnia.

Y: He's pretty great. He's *elderbatbrat if you want to look him up.

V: Sit back down so I can figure out which blush to use.

Y: Pinks and corals work best for my skin tone.

V: I thought you didn't wear makeup?

Y: Why do you think I know wearing it tires me out? It's not something I ever did a lot because of the effort.

Y: Except for highlighter. it's basically sparkles and it's light, so I like that.

V: You remember that, but not your proper name?

Y: Ain't life grand.

R: I'm getting several questions about that. Would you care to elabourate for the chat?

Y: Yeah. I don't remember a lot about where I'm from. Culturally? Lots. What I like? What I don't like? Everything. Names and places specific to who I was? No. And don't ask me to think about it too hard, I get the worst fucking headache and I stop seeing right.

V: You've never seen right in your life.

Y: Oh, fuck off, Vil.

[Vil stops blushing one cheek to point.]

V: Stop that.

[Yuu responds by biting at his finger with an audible click when her teeth meet, laughing hysterically as Vil pulls back in shock.]

V: !!! Dreadful little monster!

Y: Yeah, but you're the one who thought you'd get more views if I was here.

R: We indeed just surged another 20,000 views and counting! Excellent work, Yuu.

Y: Thank you, Rook.

[Vil looks ready to explode.]

Y: I won't bite again, that was just too easy. Please continue, I do want to see what magic you can do.

V: This is regular makeup.

Y: Metaphorically, you jackass.

R: *rosemassacre wants to know if you're always like this.

V: She's always this horrible.

Y: Vil first saw me and called me a dumpy little potato. I told him it's because I'm great all ways and everyone wants a taste, and slapped my ass at him. He's been obsessed with me ever since.

V: I am not obsessed with you.

R: You go into a rage over her at least once a week.

V: She can't go a week without being a pest.

Y: I went three after you kicked me out of the movie club.

V: You can't just project violence on the walls of Pomfiore because I said we weren't going to watch it!

Y: Vil, it was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, and it is art.

V: A man gets sawed in half in the first ten minutes.

Y: To an absolutely bangin' soundtrack. Oh that reminds me. Ad time, hold on.

[She wiggles a little before puting on her best customer service face.]

Y: If you want to access media that is quite literally from another world, please go to MonstroMedia dot com and sign up! There's ebooks, movies, tv, music, and more. Much of it is horror, sci-fi and fantasy, as it's from my person collection of media brought with me on my laptop and backup drives. You can use the code SHOENHEITSAYSWHAT for the first month free!

[She put her hand up and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone.]

Y: I completely understand piracy, but I'd appreciate if you paid because this is the only way I get spending money, and I can only bat my eyes at these boys so much before they expect something in return for gifts.

V: How'd Ashengrotto talk you into that one?

Y: He was going to make me start paying for all the food I eat if I didn't.

R: *waterwitchesbetgitches says, and I quote, "so like if ur the only gal at NRC how many boyfs you have"

Y: So many. At least twenty. Even more if there were girls here.

V: That is a gross exaggeration. She has maybe three, if we're being very generous on the definition.

Y: [points] And he's mad he's not one of them.

V: [squinting] You are absolutely dreadful and I can't understand how you're so popular.

Y: I like you too, Vil.

[Vil pauses, visibly taken aback.]

V: ... Thank you.

V: You know you're going to have paparazzi on your tail now, right?

Y: Aw, shit.

R: *insertmagicamhandlehere wants to know what's on your neck.

V: An antique chain with an attached charm specially made for me by Soleil Atelier.

R: I believe that was for Yuu.

[Yuu snickers, as Vil looks for himself. When her collar is pulled down, it fully reveals a vicious set of hickeys with visible toothmarks.]

V: Eww.

Y: You should see the other guy.

V: Eww!

[Vil takes a moment to recover, while Yuu laughs.]

Y: That could be a second part! Everyone needs that tutorial. "Bruise Coverup How-to by Vil Shoenheit: For when you just can't keep them off of you."

[Vil mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like "nerds shouldn't be allowed to fuck"]

Y: Then where would your fans be?

V: At least there's only setting spray after this and then you can leave.

Y: Won't you get bored without me here?

R: One last question! *shroudstreaming has asked... well, there's a lengthy keysmash and an all-caps "why".

Y: Ah. Hi, babe!

Y: Hey, everyone go follow him, he's a total fucking babe and he refuses to take my word for it, no matter what I do to him-

[Vil sprays setting spray directly in her face, leading to Yuu coughing.]

V: No taste at all, and gross to boot.

Y: Asshole.

[Vil offers a mirror]

V: No. Miracle worker.

[Yuu looks... well, the same, but with an even, well made-up face.]

Y: ... Aww. You remembered I like sparkles.

V: Less likely to scrub it off if you actually like it.

[Yuu's admiring herself for a few moments in silence, with Vil watching, quite pleased.]

Y: Hey, can I do you next?

V: Absolutely not.

Y: Ask the chat.

V: No.

R: Chat says yes.

V: [With a visible eye roll] Ugh, fine.

Y: Aight. Take your shirt off.

V: What.

[Yuu brings up a case and flips it open. Inside is a magazine with a gory cover, and various things like fake blood and liquid latex.]

Y: Alright kiddies. You wanna learn how to slit a man's throat?

[Vil gets up and walks away without another word.]

Y: You said I could! Get back here!

[Yuu follows. Rook emerges from behind the camera.]

R: That's it for tonight, ma belles. Next time.

[Magicam Live ends, but not before audible yelling and scuffling, quickly cut off.]

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #vil schoenheit

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thebronzetrio · 3 years

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About Me

Hi, the name's Mullin! I've been writing on and off for several years now, but this blog will basically be my dumping ground for any inspiration or aesthetics that fit my original characters. Please feel free to ask any questions, I'd be happy to answer!

The Bronze Trio is a work of fiction that's been my baby for about six years now. It follows the story of a modern day magical world, where those granted with Immortality live in somewhat peace. Rose, Bold, and Italic are some of my very first OCs and I love them to bits. Christian and Nui are also one of my favorites.

Character tags and ship tags are below! If you have any OCs that I know of, let me know and I'll start a tag list for them!

Tag List

The Bronze Trio (TBT).

rose appleton: small town girl (r. appleton)

bold font: old fashioned lover (b. font)

italic font: golden boy (i. font)

nui brightsson: orange is the new black (n. brightsson)

sylvia ashton: pen and paper (s. ashton)

trivelyn violette: lilac and violets (t. violette)

christian redwood: sweet whiskey (c. redwood)

nalani diamas: judgement day (n. diamas)

TBT ships.

christian/nui: hotheaded judgement

rose/bold: souls come together

sylvia/trivelyn: TWO moms?

Other OCs.

(granblue fantasy OC) capt. mullin: believer of the blue skies (c. mullin)

(as miss beelzebub likes OC) adriel argess: rose tinted glasses (a. argess)

(xenoblade chronicles OC) estil: the raven (estil)

(monte cristo OC) fox tremblay: merchant's luck (f. tremblay)

(tiger and bunny OC) luna cooper: white fox (l. cooper)

(atelier ryza OC) astrophel: constellations misaligned (asta)

Other ships.

mullin/rackam: the captain and the helmsman

luna/kotetsu: the fox and the tiger

estil/bolearis: the insomniac and the lieutenant

asta/empel: the explorer and the scholar

Misc tags.

general: catchall tag that doesn't fall under OC content

story thoughts: themes that are present in my stories

art ideas: art prompts and ideas, like draw the squad

ask games: OC ask games for anyone to submit questions

answered: for answered asks

oc hour: introduction posts for my many OCs!

tbt tag: tag for The Bronze Trio related content

the journal: tag for The Journal of Captain Mullin, my gbf fic

more tba :>

#oc #ocs #original character

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madamhatter · 3 years

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in which the middle daughter is spoken about.

Unlike the movie adaptation (or technically speaking, the loosely adaption of the book), the H.owl’s M.oving C.astle book brings to light a lot to Sophie’s actual family situation and much more of her personality and actually has her as the primary focus. In this case, we’re looking at a smaller detail and the relationship between eldest daughter with her younger sister, Lettie.

Lettie, for only movie-watchers, is the middle child of the Hatter trio with black raven hair and dazzling blue eyes. Considered the most beautiful of the three sisters, and with a history of having a temper and throwing tantrums when younger, she is quite representative of standard Hatter pride. Her outward presentation and quick-timing in responses, and not being afraid to hide her emotions, tells us all the same: she is a determined mind.

As the middle daughter, she also falls under being the next unlikely to have fortune, but has a far greater chance than her older sister. Unlike the eldest, who took the leap to accept fate ever since she was young, the middle daughter is annoyed by it and often picked fights with her younger sister, Martha, over the matter. Both are as extroverted as they are strong-minded.

Sophie ended up having to break up the fights always and having to mend their clothes -- alongside that, she also did raise both Martha and Lettie. One example is Lettie’s best dress for May Day. It was created by Sophie and it led the middle sister to gaining so many suitors on the day (and, yes, that was accidentally Sophie’s fault because of her magic) that Sophie had to shoo off!

Lettie is such an uncompromising spirit and so stalwart in her ways, that the only person who could reason (and if not, stop her) was the worst stubborn person in the household, Sophie herself. Fanny accredits Sophie for having “dealt” with Lettie when she was younger, but it seems quite clear that the sisters have better read on another than their own mother does. That is evident enough by the relationship between the sisters and the circumstances of the eldest daughter raising her sisters.

With the news that the sisters couldn’t continue schooling (after Mr. Hatter’s death), Lettie was intending on continuing her studies and was quite mad (but controlled her temper) after being told she’d apprentice at Cesari’s. Her eldest sister was anticipating the reaction, but is quite relieved in this rare case.

It’s safe to say that Lettie is the most ambitious of the trio, but is also the most focused on herself. She is forthright in making something for herself and living off happily one way or another. Hell, she didn’t bother much with helping Martha’s packing when the youngest sister was sent to apprentice under Fairfax. When it was her turn to leave, she passed some coin to a local boy, took a barrel, placed her items in there, and had it rolled out to the bakery.

Despite the great contrasts of outward personalities between the sisters (Sophie and Lettie), they are remarkably close and are a lot more alike than one may realize. The eldest daughter resigned herself young and the middle daughter was relentless; most of their characteristics overlapped with another as the longer Sophie was removed her home situation, a lot of her older/once lost personality is restored and revigorated.

Both younger sisters are very aware of how Sophie drags herself down and has no self-confidence, no less self-respect, for herself.

“Lettie kept saying she didn’t know what would happen to you when we weren’t around to give you some self-respect. She was right to be worried.” Context: Martha speaking to Sophie

Jones, Diana Wynne. Howl's Moving Castle (Howl's Castle Book 1) . Greenwillow Books. Kindle Edition.

Lettie has been as worried over her eldest sister as much as Martha has been. It’s not a secret about Sophie’s tendencies are can get very concerning. Hell, the fact that the eldest sister stayed cooped up in her atelier and was gone for several months was already too much for Martha. The sisters are really the ones that held Sophie above the water while everyone else around her just did what they wanted and ignored her.

After Lettie and Martha switched places, and when she learned of Sophie’s disappearance, Lettie was so worried that she sent a cursed dog she found to find Sophie and protect her. She never wanted to leave her sister alone when she barely had the details pertaining to her situation, and still sent out something to go and protect her, in spite of what little she knows.

No matter how much she would fight with Martha, and she would fight with Sophie and be in the strange parent-child situation with her, Lettie remarkably cares. She even cried when she received news that Sophie had suddenly disappeared and went through working any means of trying to locate her. Hence, the dog who appeared at the castle who hunted after the eldest daughter.

Even if she is known for arguments and stating everything that she feels, Lettie still has her awkward moments and get a bit shy. There is one scene that illustrates this point and it’s towards the end of the book after Sophie’s curse is broken and the defeat of the fire demon.

This scene originally made me want to write out about Lettie and the relationship she has with her sister. It was a small interaction, but it’s in the details that tells us the most about people.

"....that Fanny, Martha, and Lettie were plucking at Sophie’s sleeves...” “ “Sophie,” said Lettie, “I need your advice.””

Jones, Diana Wynne. Howl's Moving Castle (Howl's Castle Book 1) . Greenwillow Books. Kindle Edition.

After being confronted by the prospect of becoming an apprentice, Lettie has her own wall-flower moment of sorts! She was blushing and unable to speak, and the eldest sister quietly thought that was Lettie’s problem before handling the current situation. However, Lettie comes over and and takes up pulling on Sophie’s sleeve and directly and personally needing her attention and word for the current situation.

For a big personality like Lettie, who is undeniably more outspoken and forward-thinking than her sister, there is a form of trust and looking up that she has towards Sophie. It is such a innocent gesture and and request between middle and eldest daughter. The very fact that Fanny is in the same place, their own mother, and Lettie would rather go to her sister says quite a bit.

I do see this interaction as a way to communicate that Lettie and Sophie’s relationship can overlap between siblings and guardian-like. It also reveals that the sister(s) to seek out Sophie as opposed to their mother for advice and help. The eldest daughter hears much, much more of her sisters’ emotions and thoughts compared to their mother. Like the trio (and any combination between them) would rather depend on another, for example.

Overall, Lettie the very iron-headed and sharp-witted middle sister of Mister Hatter; the middle-born who was less likely to have her fortune found compared to her youngest sister, but persevered and did what she wanted. She isn’t emotionally or mentally compromised as Sophie, but is very aware of her eldest sister’s frame of mind and emotions -- she is as caring and empathetic to Sophie as Sophie is to most people. Both sisters may have a background of fighting and being in a strange parent-child arrangement, but they very much love each other (and the middle sister does really value her eldest sister’s world).

#( in which we learn about the eldest ; headcanons )#( for everything she could not be ; she would give everything for them. wholeheartedly and painstakingly | hatter trio )#long post tw

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¡Vamos a España! - Chap 10

Chapter 10

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29442912/chapters/73439037

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13819897/10/Vamos-a-Espa%C3%B1a

https://www.wattpad.com/1035328726-%C2%A1vamos-a-espa%C3%B1a-chapter-10

Kai was in the atelier of the palace of King Harald working on a large canvas painting coloring the character of the king he had on the square. Half of the painting had Harald‘s son‘s clothing almost done with a red painting and worked on the king‘s clothing.

A door behind him got opened back and Alfida got in along with a guard, which held the door open for the girl.

„Thank you,“ Alfida responded, then approached her boyfriend and observed him coloring the jacket on the king. „Good afternoon,“ Alfida greeted the boy, which held his face faced to the artwork he was painting. „I did not expect to see, you were this far behind,“

„Yes, it‘s taking a little longer, than I expected. But this doesn‘t matter. The king gave me the time I wanted to finish it. If I put more effort and time into it, it will turn out better, than the one I made for the commander‘s family,“

„I didn‘t find his to be bad, to be honest,“

„You know being an artist means you work hard, hard, hard on something and end up being harsh on you calling it bad when it‘s good,“

„For now on from all the people you‘ve painted yet this one is the best so far,“ Alfida commented approaching Kai to see him paint. „Will you be done with the painting today or will you take one or two more days?“

„Tomorrow I will definitely still be working on it. Eventually, I‘ll be done before the end of the day,“

„So then tomorrow is a better day for us to hang out?“ Alfida asked.

„I thought you had to work,“

„Yes, but I mean after 7 or 8 at night. Otherwise, we can go out at the weekend, if you didn‘t plan anything else,“

„Sure, I should be able to go out with you on the weekend. And if I have to get paid pretty well by the king, who knows maybe we can have a nice evening together at Jin's swordfish restaurant. What do you think?“

„That‘s a little too classy for me,“

„Come, it‘s just this one time. My uh…..favorite pirate deserves to have a great evening or two too,“

„That‘s sweet. But we don‘t need to order the most expensive food there. Or not all courses,“

„Okay we‘ll skip the soup or maybe the salad?“ Kai suggested earning a nod from the raven-haired girl. „Superb,“

„Or we just skip everything and move along with the desert,“ Alfida commented making Kai snort.

„Great idea,“ Kai commented ironically and placed his brush on the canvas to follow the line of King Harald‘s jacket under the mirage of his girlfriend standing beside him.

Rollan, Luta, and the new friend he made back in the center stood inside the ship of the king around a long buffet table with various snacks on it, which they could eat from.

Pastor was eating from a plate with several sorts of cheese slices, while Rollan stood next to him with a glass of juice.

„Why are you not eating? It‘s free,“ Pastor asked the taller Spaniard, which shrugged his shoulders.

„I ate before coming here. I wasn‘t expecting to see a buffet,“

„I wasn‘t either, but now as there is one, I‘m gonna make the most out of it,“ Pastor announced moving on to the table, then Rollan took a look at the other citizens around him, which were mostly men and a few boys around his age.

Someone began to play on a horn calling the guest's attention, then all looked at the entrance to see the trumpet player taking it down before he would speak.

„With honor, I‘d like you all to welcome King Esteban the 4th,“ The guard announced opening the door behind him, so a brunette man king entered into the hall watching the small crown bow down respectfully towards the leader of their country.

„Rise up, my dear citizens. I feel honored that each of you came here to join in. Over the past two years, the interest in joining the police force has sunk and sadly the criminality raised. As you King, I care about our future in this country and I‘m ready to employ more guards than usual. Variating on your age, skill, and rank you‘ll additionally your payment is raised by 10%,“

Major of the guests clapped shortly making the king smile.

„Good. To make it short, tomorrow at 8 am I expect the ones who are interested to appear at the guard academy near the Urbanova about 10 minutes by feet from the beach. In the first hour, you will be showing your skills in swordsmanship or gun usage. Depending on what you‘re good at, we‘ll focus on that first, later on, another day we give you the time to work on your second choice. If a few of you will have the need to learn the use of a gun or a sword, this is your chance,“ King Esteban explained as the guests listened to him, then the guard, which stood beside the king watched the King nod so the guard could continue their speech.

„I will be one of the present teachers during those weeks at the academy and we will have a regulated process. The first two hours, we work on with the weapons, later on, you‘ll be running laps in one hour, where you‘ll be getting to know your limits. Up from 12 to 13, you‘ll have your lunchbreak, further on we will have two hours of school and after 15 it will be two hours of using the parkour. This month we will be focusing on that. Depending on the situation in some of you‘s interest, we have in Benaluna a large farm with a horse breeder. Being able to ride or own a horse would be important in the kingdom and in most of the cities around us. Another suggestion would be a dog or you would just stay without any animal company,“

„I believe this was good enough. Tomorrow and during the week you‘ll get to know more. Just move on to the table, take something to eat, get to know your colleagues, clear your mind and think about this, if tomorrow you really want to join this. I really would like to see every one of you at least give it a try. If you don‘t pass the first phase, which both of us per coincidence forgot to mention…..,“ „Don‘t worry King Esteban. I explain it…... Whose fitness skill, weapon skill, or any other aspect, that won‘t fit our objective, will have to leave the academy, but if you‘re still interested you can always practice these issues back at home or somewhere else and try next year on our or someone else‘s academy. With luck, you‘ll able to get in,“

„Thank you. The second one will only be you being able to either come to Madrid to the kingdom or being spread around the regions to different spots. This was everything I had to say, for more questions just pass by and ask, otherwise I wish you all a good evening and enjoy the various snacks out here!“

„Oh boy, can you ride a horse?“ Questioned Pastor the boy with the red shirt.

„No, but I believe we will learn that,“ Rollan responded. „Good thing a horse I can keep it in its stall. If I had it to take it home as I would do with the dog I would already have more issues at home as they already are,“

„Yes, a dog would cause you more debts there if you think about the food and space. The horses have it at their stall,“

„Well we don‘t really need to have a horse or a dog so far,“

„I think it would be better. We would be faster in case of an emergency. Or if we had other things to solve as a guard like pursuing another thief on a horse?“

„There you are right. I still will think about this,“

„Sure and come, take a bite or two. At least you‘ve got to eat something to eat besides the soup you‘ve probably had before,“ Pastor commented watching Rollan pick up a mini-Sandwich to eat it.

#Снежная королева #ecofinisher #ecofinisherfanfics #wattpad #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanic #ficupdate #fanficupdate #the snow queen #snowqueengerda #snowqueenrollan #snow queen mirrorlands

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tsukaramachi · 5 years

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Feel free to ask Lucious questions >;o if you have any for him or about his character. Also please enjoy this short type of intro for him and Blanc.

Flying towards the steps that lead up to the shining pure white throne, Blanc heads down in front of the last step and bows her head. A figure sits on the throne, shining brightly. A young god sits upon the throne, scarlet red eyes that can see all and silky white hair that lays perfectly against his front. His attire is mostly white, while some parts of his clothing are lined with a shimmering gold. Sitting on the throne with a lax posture, the radiant god's bored expression changes. His lips tug up a small smile as he waves his hand to the side, gracefully opening up his left hand. A small cloud forms and swells around in his palm.

"Ah Blanc, there you are. Never late to my call I see." Lucious says as he watches the familiar nod, "There's no need for you to act so formal my angel. So raise your head."

The angel stands up and looks up to the throne, her white bangs sliding slightly to the side as she looks straight up at Lucious. It's a bit hard having to look up at him from such a low position, but she never went up to his level without his permission. A small pout becomes present on Lucious lips, he signals for her to come closer.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to be so lax around you?" Blanc asks as she uses her wings to fly up. She stops as she notices the two figures in the small cloud. A young man with raven black hair and a woman smile happily as they chase after one another in a lush green field. "They look so happy...what is this, my radiance?" Blanc asks as she looks up at him.

A small chuckle leaves Lucious as he focuses on the vision in his palm, "It's my next project and please Blanc," he raises his other hand and pats her head gently, "You don't need to be so uptight around me. Please address me by my name." blanc nods to his request. He smiles and slightly raises the small cloud into the air, it expands and the figures within become more clear. The man and the women are laughing happily as they just enjoy each other's company. They seem to be lovers, but the man with black hair and orange eyes especially looks awe struck.

"I want you to deliver this as a dream to a young boy named Ren Atelier. He's a prodigy in art, but I feel that he lacks passion when he works. Please send this dream to him, I would like to see how he reacts upon seeing this." Lucious says as he closes his palm into a fist, the cloud quickly forms into a small ball of light.

"Lucious, isn't this a vision of the future?" Blanc asks as she gently cups the ball of pure light, looking down at it as it shines off a gently glow. Lucious' eyes close as he smiles at her question. Raising a lone finger up to his lips, he thinks about what to tell her.

"It is, but not quite as well. It's not a set future for the boy, but it can be. I'm just giving him a peak of what can happen, but it's up to him on how he'll avoid or attain this future." He leans into his throne and rests his head into his palm, leaning to the side of his throne, "I just want to see how he'll react to seeing the woman he falls in love with in one of his futures. Besides, there's no harm being done upon him and I think this is a more safe way to give one of my gifts to a mortal. Now hurry Blanc, the moon is rising upon the town Ren resides in and I'd like to see how he does as soon as possible."

Blanc smiles and bows to him again, still cupping the dream within her hands, "As you wish."

Lucious watches her fly off down the pristine ivory hallway, now alone once again. He sighs as he looks around the empty room. An amusing thought crosses his mind, making him wear a smirk on his lips. Standing up, the wings on his back enclose on him and a bright lights shines underneath. After a few moments, the light fades. Spreading out his wings, Lucious’ form has changed to that of a younger age. His eyes are bigger and his hair isn’t as long. The shape of his face is now more rounded to give off a more innocent look. His clothes no longer long silky garments, but a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved white dress shirt with an off white vest. A red ribbon is tied around the collar of his blouse and ruffles align along the end of his cuffs.

He hums a tune to himself as a small a portal rips open in the space next to him, he snaps his fingers and both his halo and wings vanish. On the other side of the portal, he can see humans walk through crowded busy streets. Taking a step forward, he walks through the portal as it engulfs his form. Slowly shrinking down and disappearing from existence.

#my art #doodle #oc #writing #my writing #lucious #blanc #god #angel #ren

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buckylokistark · 5 years

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Paintings ~ Part II

Summary: Loki fled his home, too tired of being the cause of his father’s constant disappointment. With help from Heimdall, he escapes to Midgard, the last place his father would look for him. In dire need of a job, he meets Y/N, a struggling artist trying to be recognised for her work. Can they help each other or are they holding one another back?

Masterlist

previously on Paintings: “Depends, are you Y/N?” You opened and closed your mouth a few times. Having recognised his face, you realise you were standing right in front of none other than Tony Stark, former CEO of Stark Industries and billionaire.

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“Uhm, huh- yes, yes I am. Pleased to meet you, sir.” You held out your hand for him to shake, trying to stop stumbling over your own words. Seriously, it’s English, what’s so hard about that?!

Tony Stark then took your hand, shaking it with a firm grip before releasing it and sitting back down. Wait, when did he get up?

“So, you’re making the new artwork?”

“Yup, that’s me, I’m the one.” God, you’re still acting like a fool. Get it together!

“So modern art is your niche?” You nodded. "And you’ll do any modern style?"

“Well, I focus on expressionism, although I am not bad when it comes to surrealism, for example Salvador Dali and his melting clocks. Kubism, abstract expressionism, acrylic, watercolour, I can do almost all expressionistic art forms with most materials.” You take on a proud tone, happy to talk art. This is where your comfort zone lies, your escape route, your go-to topic for a safe conversation.

“You’re in luck, I want something expressionistic, never been one for surrealism. You had anything in mind?” He was completely down to let you handle anything, as long as he knew what 'anything' contains.

“Not really, I need to make a painting suitable for a person but also make it suitable for their home and perhaps other occupants of the room. Would you rather we schedule a time for me to come take a look or do you want to email me some photos?” You got out your agenda, having always preffered writing things down instead of typing. It might have something to do with forgetting typed things, only remembering them when on paper.

“I think a visit would be better, right? Makes you get a feel of the room, the space, a more in-depth experience for a better result.” He was just grasping at ideas now, sipping his coffee calmly and leaning back in his chair.

“Hmm, yeah, you’re right, but some people are too busy or aren’t comfortable in letting me in their house so they email me.” It was indeed more difficult, but they weren't comfortable so you just had to work with what you had.

"Not to sound like an absolute douchebag, but my team did a background check and everything, they wouldn't let me just choose someone, they had to check them thoroughly. You're very lucky, by the way. I had to persuade them to let you do your thing. I believe you know what part made them doubt you?" You did know what he was talking about, and shame filled you to the brim.

About twelve years ago, you had an enormous fall-out with your family, resulting in them sabotaging your income by spreading awful rumours about you. Your income did decline drastically, making you nearly bankrupt. In the desperate need of money, you ended up working for Strak Industries, a company solely focused on copying and faking Stark Industrie products. From securitysystems and phones to merchandise, everything was copied. You got a job of replicating the stuffed animals as close as you could get with cheaper materials. The pay wasn't great but it got you back on your feet, ready to continue painting. Stark Industries and Strak Industries got in a huge fight, legal authorities getting involved. Because you had workes your way up to manager of the production of all the stuffed animals, you were put in a bad spot.

"yeah, sorry, I was on the brink of losing everything," you ended up saying, cursing yourself as soon as the words left your mouth. "losing everything?!" You could've said anything and you chose that?

Stark gave you a look, but thankfully didn't comment on the words.

"So, when do you want me to come by? I would prefer as soon as possible, but it's up to you." He opened his phone, looking on his agenda for a possible date. Scratching his goatee lightly, he pursed his lips before sighing and saying, "Would coming thursday work? Two days away?"

"Yes, absolutely. Any time in mind? Perhaps early morning or afternoon?"

Stark tought for a moment, excusing himself to look more thoroughly on his phone to see when he'd have time.

“How about 5 o’clock in the afternoon? would that work for you?" He tilted his head, eyes so intense it seemed as if they were looking right through you.

After finetuning the details, you finished talking and drove back to the shop, cursing yourself for taking so long.

Soon you arrived at your atelier, seeing Loki through the glass window reading a book.

You smiled to yourself. Loki was the kindest soul you've met in your life, gentle and soft like nobody else could ever be. It made you wonder if there was a possibility for something more. something intimate.

a crow, as black as the night, flew past, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes followed the black bird before wandering back to the shop. Finally you moved, slowly walking towards the entrance.

the bell above the door jingled softly, letting Loki know someone entered. He looked up and smiled, slowly closing his book and moving towards you with so much grace it was impossible to look away.

“Hi Loki, I got to go, still need to finish that two window piece for Mrs. Barton and the final sketch for the mural that one woman, what’s-her-name, wanted. The blue, winter, ice-y vibe?” You rushed to the back of your shop, throwing your bags in a corner and running up the stairs to put on your older clothes, the ones that were allowed to get a bit of paint on them.

“The woman’s called Idina Menzel, the one who voices the lead character in that new movie, Frozen?” Loki has listened to you praise the trailers with such emotion, he took it up himself and researched the main characters, discovering that the woman who ordered a mural two weeks ago from your shop. The mural made more sense now, as well.

The words Loki spoke made you halt. Lead character in Frozen? She asked you, a small, unexperienced artist, to paint a mural for her? A smile began to grow on your face. Spinning around, you ran back to Loki.

“Oh my- she- she ‘s famous and bought something from me? This is huge! I will be known by a few circles of famous people now that Tony Stark and Idina Menzel ordered from me! Do you understand what this means? I can finally get recognised for my work, I can finally earn enough to buy my own place!” You barrelled full force into Loki, hugging him close. Loki himself slowly hugged back, unsure of what exactly to do.

Loki smiled. You were happier than you’ve veer been all year, even with the stress of performing good for famous people. Lost in his thoughts, Loki looked out the window. A black raven sat on the little bench across the street, looking right at him. No, he thought with a shock as his eyes grew large, not an ordinary black raven. This little bird was Diaval, loyal assistant to Maleficent, Loki’s distant relative. What is he doing here?

“Loki? Is something wrong?” His eyes flew back to yours when your words registered in his head.

“No, love, nothing’s wrong. I just realised I forgot to do something, could I be excused for a bit so I can go home and finish it?” He glanced outside, seeing Diaval still sitting there, quietly waiting. You let go of him, nodding your head.

“Of course you can, no problem. I got nothing planned for the rest of the day so the shop won’t be empty, you’re free to go.” With that, you hugged him one ast time, saying a quick goodbye before turning around and walking to your current project. One last look and wave, and Loki was out the door.

“Where is she, Diaval?” The raven flew to the right, landing in a small alley and morphing back to human.

“This way, she’s bought a new place down in Queens when she heard you were staying here.” Loki groaned. Ever since they found out about each other, Maleficent started acting as his big sister, watching all his moves like a hawk.

He followed Diaval into the alleyway, preparing for the inevitable Apparition he had to make.

“Alright, name the address, I’ll take us there,” Loki said, making his disdain clear in his voice. Diaval rattled the location, and off they were.

“Where are we?”

“The back of the diner a block away from your house, she put anti-Apparition-wards up, didn’t she?” At the last part, Diaval sheepishly nodded his head.

"Hello Loki."

"Maleficent." As was expected, Maleficent looked as stunning as the gods themselves, flaunting her body with a black. Maybe it was a family thing?

"I have come here to talk to you about important matters." As the words left Maleficent’s mouth, Loki's eyes flicked to hers. Important matters? With her resources it must be life-threatening to come to him for assistance.

"There have been... unusual sightings in Europe. It appears to be a form of magic, more powerful than I have ever seen in my entire life."

"You have any leads on the exact location?"

"It seems to be traveling. I have people running tabs on it. It started in England, then went off the radar for a while before reappearing in France, where it travelled through Belgium, into Holland. They're travelling east, getting closer to Germany as we speak."

What could there be in Germany, the northern part of it, that would be attractive to someone who possesses magic? You got the big cities, Dusseldorf, Berlin, maybe Hamburg? Or perhaps...

"Cologne. They're heading for Cologne." Maleficent looked at him weirdly.

"Why would they go to Cologne?"

"I visited this woman, truly magnificent, who took care of all mutants from Holland, Belgium and Germany. The school of Xavier was too expensive and small for mainland Europeans, so I helped set it up just outside the city," Loki admitted with a sigh. He had hoped to never see her again, one time was more than enough and he doesn’t know how she’ll react to him suddenly appearing out of nowhere after leaving her alone for eighty years.

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Taglist: @birdgirl90 @lunawitch19 @bird-with-pencils @shesakillerkween

#loki x reader #michelle's writings #paintings #loki

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theartificialdane · 6 years

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Andromeda, chapter 2 (Vitan - Cassiopeia)

In this we check in with our love stuck fools, Violet works on a dress, Sutan tries to have drinks, we make a call to Manhattan and a surprise is waiting at the hotel.

In case you missed it, here is a link to chapter 1

Thank you to @veronicasanders for being my beta and cowriter on this <3

“Stand still please.” Violet spoke through the needles in her mouth, taking a step back to look at the clothes she was doing the final fittings of to Aja Rivera, Dior picking the Instagram influencer as one of the woman they offered to dress. Somehow, Violet had become responsible for the majority of the celebrities and influencers who came through their showroom. She wanted to believe it was because of her level of craft and the fact that she was one of the only ones that didn’t speak English as a second language, but the atelier premierés and her bosses Florence and Monique dashed pretty thoroughly by informing her, "We know you can handle prima donnas with your history. Bon chance.”

The dress was almost done, a stitch here, a stitch there and it would be perfect.

“I’m going to touch you now.”

“Touch away, sis.”

Violet placed a hand on the woman’s hip, Aja’s cotton candy blue hair a cloud around her head matching perfectly to the creamy white of the dress. Violet knew her, or, she knew off her. Violet had seen Aja perform once when Raven had dragged her out for a ‘super fun night out’, not that Violet would have used those adjectives to describe it, but Adore has seemed so happy on stage that it had almost, almost been worth it.

Violet started sewing, trying to keep her mind on the task in front of her and staying out of view of Aja’s team that was taking pictures and documenting her experience. But it was hard when her thoughts kept circling back to Sutan, back to the feeling of his lips, back to how she wanted nothing more than to be with him.

“There.”

Violet turned Aja, letting her look in the mirror.

“Wow!” Aja twisted, looking at herself. “I look totally fuckable!”

Violet smiled, this the first time she had heard anyone describing a Dior piece as something that made them fuckable.

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“And then- Sutan, are you even listening to me?”

“What?”

“You’re too old to pretend you’re not using your phone.” Fame pursed her lips, looking at her friend who was sitting with his phone, tapping his fingers on the table while he was very clearly scrolling, his glasses giving him away. Fame put her drink down. “What are you looking at?”

They were all together at the Ritz hotel bar. If you asked Fame, it was a miracle that they had even had time for the drinks. She would much prefer a proper dinner for everyone, but her poor assistant Roxy had almost not managing to find time for this simple night of staying in and sharing a table.

“Nothing.”

“Sure you are, mate.” Karl smiled, taking Sutan’s phone.

“Hey!”

“Calm down you big drama queen.” Karl put Sutan’s phone in his inner pocket.

“I’m actually using that-”

“It’s fashion week! Spend some time with your friends, Sutan.”

“I am-”

“Leave him alone, Karl.”

“Thanks Raja.”

“If my brother wants to sulk, let him sulk.” Raja smiled lazily, sitting up from where she had been making out with Raven, her hand still in her wife’s hair. Raven was heavily pregnant, her big belly almost bumping into the table.

Bianca had snarkily asked if it was wise to fly with a whale on board the jet, but Raja had simply flipped her off and said that it would be exotic if their kids was born in Europe. Raja gave Raven one last kiss, before she finally turned her attention away fully, the two of them completely lost in each other. They’d been insufferable since Raven’s pregnancy had taken, Raja barely letting Raven out of her sight. Somehow, their utter bliss was incredibly irritating to Bianca, but she was doing her best to hide that.

“I’m sure he has a good reason,” Raja added

Fame rolled her eyes. “This is our one night all together, please pay attention.”

“Yes Blondie, because everything you say is so interesting.”

“B!”

“I only speak the truth.” Bianca took a sip of her drink, smirking slightly when Fame huffed and pretended to be offended.

“You’ve been such a beast ever since that last press release about Courtney. Don’t you think it’s time to move on?”

“I have moved on! More than our resident sad boy. At least I’ve been pulling some tail.”

“Yes Bianca, we all remember London.” Fame rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I wanted to do something nice for everyone.”

“Some of us appreciate your beautiful heart, darling!” Raven piped up.

“Yeah, and some of us think the nicest thing you could do for the group would be to smother Raven with a pillow.” Bianca emptied her drink.

“That’s nice, B. Therapy is really working for you,” said Raja.

“I didn’t say me!” Bianca cackled.

“So...” Sutan looked at Karl. “Can I have my phone back?”

“No.”

“Karl, I’m serious.”

“Be in the moment, Sutan.” Karl smiled. “It’s not like anything more important is going to happen tonight.”

“No... Of course not…”

“Garçon! Around round for me and my dumbass friend!”

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“Did you get the earrings?!”

“Yes, I got the earrings.” Violet rolled her eyes, as she held out her phone, a small smile playing on her lips. She was on the metro, talking to Betty on Facetime. Violet hadn’t really enjoyed it at first, talking on her phone like this, but Betty had been enough of a force of nature that Violet hadn’t really had a choice.

“You’re a lifesaver Shitshcki.”

“I can’t believe you’re already this obsessed.. They were on the runway yesterday.” Violet shook her head slightly, still not believing that Betty had fallen so completely in love with something from the Balenciaga that she had called her and begged her to do everything she could to get her hands on the earrings.

“And it was love at first sight.” Betty smiled.

“Of course.” Violet had gone to their showroom, lucky enough to get in since one of the assistants there recognised her from the time she had been Fame’s assistant and shadow for two years.

“You can give them to Trixie.”

“Is he in Paris?” Violet looked at Betty, the other woman on her couch in the cozy Brooklyn apartment she still shared with Shane and now also a parrot, the animal the closest thing either of them ever wanted to a child.

“Yes.”

“Oh..” Violet hadn’t expected that at all. If she was being honest she hadn’t even thought to look for her old roommate, fully believing he would be at home since Katya had given birth to a tiny baby girl just the month before, little Svetlana Zamoldchikova, Lana for short, joining her big brother Ivan and her new family out in the world. Pearl had sent her photos of the entire thing, though thankfully not of Katya’s actual body during the birth though she wouldn’t put it past the blonde to attempt it if she ever got the chance.

“You look good.”

Violet smirked, surprised at Betty’s honest tone. “Are you sick?”

“Urgh. Just shut up and accept the compliment.” Betty rolled her eyes. “Are you going somewhere special? Fuck I wish I was there.”

“No.” Violet bit her lip, hoping her cheeks didn’t betray the embarrassment she felt as she knew exactly where she was going.

“You’ve always been a terrible liar Violet.”

“I’m not-”

“Just don’t do something I wouldn’t do, and don’t forget my earrings.” Betty hung up, and Violet shook her head fondly, the list of things Betty wouldn’t do very very short, though Violet was more than sure that she would not approve in any way of what she was about to do.

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Sutan sighed as the elevator opened. He had been checking his phone all night, waiting for Violet to text him, for something, anything to happen. The night had been fine, spending time with his friends usually something that made him happy, but tonight he hadn’t been able to enjoy it at all, his thoughts all focused on Violet Violet Violet. Sutan turned the corner, ready to get into bed, when he saw someone standing by his door, the white fur coat one he recognised right away.

“Took you long enough.”

“... Violet?”

“Are you in doubt?” Violet smiled, taking a step forwards him. “As far as I remember, I’m not the twin here.” Violet gently grabbed Sutan’s tie, pulling him towards her. “You smell like beer.”

“Yes, I had a drink with everyone earlier, I- What are you doing here?”

“I told you I’d see you later.” Violet looked up at him. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” Violet bit her lip, for a moment looking insecure, and Sutan put his hands on her hips, not even thinking as he kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together.

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“Sit down”

“Violet-”

“Sssh.” Violet pushed Sutan back, his knees hitting the edge of the bed before he sat down, his eyes following her every move. He was gorgeous, his cheeks flushed. Violet felt hot all over, her stomach like bubbling lava, ready to erupt. The night before Sutan had been in control, pulling her around, Violet happily following, but that morning something had shifted when Violet had left the car. This was her choice as much as his. She had had other lovers while in Paris, Nate and Louis, Juliette, Franka and Benjamin, but none of them had ever felt like Sutan, had ever gotten anywhere near what they had together, and Violet had missed his touch, missed his cock, his mouth, missed /him/.

Violet took her fur off, throwing it at the chair in the corner, a gasp coming from Sutan. Violet reached under her skirt, knowing she had his full attention as she pulled her panties down, her heels still on, the green dress Sutan had picked earlier that day still on her body.

“Please-”

“Lay back.”

“What?”

Violet walked forward, sitting down in Sutan’s lap. “Lay back.” She smiled, giving him another push, Sutan following her lead and Violet crawled over his chest, Sutan groaning deeply when he realised what she was doing, his hands grabbing her thighs and pulling her down, his tongue finding her cunt and Violet grabbed the headboard.

Sutan dove right in, his teeth nipping at her and it felt divine. No one had been allowed between her legs, not like this, Nate trying a few times but Violet had pushed him away again and again. It was so intimate, too intimate to do with just anyone-

“Fuck!” Violet shook, her breath catching in her chest. Sutan was eating her like a peach, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, her hips thrusting down. She grabbed Sutan’s hair, pushing the man closer, Sutan moaning and she knew he had to be hard. He loved eating her cunt, had always loved it, would spend hours there if she allowed him, and tonight she was selfish.

She had followed his Instagram. Violet wasn’t proud of it, but it was hard not to keep an eye on Sutan now that she knew he was here, impossible not to look at what Fame put up, Karl catching him in the background several times, Raja posing with her brother in the hotel bar.

Violet felt Sutan’s hand on her hip, grabbing her, touching her, feeling her, his chest moving as his hips couldn’t keep still, Sutan thrusting into the air. She could feel his moans against her skin, knew she was soaking him, a deep groan leaving the man when she leaned back on her hands, giving him even more access to her cunt.

“Please, Sutan, please, just a little- Ah! More, please- I-”

Violet hadn’t known if she would actually come, had gone all the way home to Frida, taking the little dog on a walk as close to normalcy as she could get, but the knowledge that Sutan was there, so close, that he was maybe waiting for her to show up, waiting for her to make the next move.

“Ah!” Violet closed her eyes, cumming on Sutan’s face, her body shaking, the only thing holding her up his hands on her.

Violet knew he would leave, knew that she’d be alone again when this week was over. That nothing had truly changed. Sutan’s family was still the most important thing in his life. She knew that would never be any different, knew that she would always be his second choice, but tonight, he was hers.

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seelenlicht1970 · 4 years

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Letzte Serie aus dem Atelier Stove

Foto & Gemälde Manuela Mordhorst 2/2021 | Holzskulptur rechts im Bild von Thought Raven im Atelier Stove Das war im Grunde meine Abschluss-Serie im Atelier Stove. Diese ist ganz anders als alle meine bisherigen und eine reine Spielerei meinerseits. Inspiriert von den Ausbrüchen mehrerer Vulkane weltweit wie Ätna, Pacaya, Fuego, Popocatépetl, Ruang, Sangay, White Island, Sakurajima. Fotos &…

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#abstrakte Malerei #Artist in residence #Atelier Stove #bildende kunst #Fantasieserie #Kunsthaus Stove #Manuela Mordhorst #Mecklenburg-Vorpommern #Stove #Vulkanausbrüche

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art-now-poland · 3 years

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Childhood gardens V, Magdalena Nałęcz

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Childhood-gardens-V/837541/3317844/view

#impressionism #magdalenanałęcz #illustration #surrealism #fineart #figurative

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kurtty-drabbles · 7 years

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19. courtesan/hooker (movieverse)

@djinmer4

Kitty Pryde: The life of a courtesan can be hazardous and many people can look down on courtesans, not because of their lifestyle or how they get someone´s favor but because said courtesans do get someone´s favor and it is never wise to cross them.

Unlike what many wives told to their young children, courtesans have more politic power than a royal woman, to the point some even train to be a proper courtesan, puritans do not like such ideas but, thankfully, this is not their call to make.

In Genosha, King Erik Leshner have many Courtesans as lovers(male and female) and that sired many children, causing a confusing on the succession.

Rumor has it that the famous Courtesan Emma Frost may have an interest in the Scott Summer, the widow, and some bad tongues love to spread that Emma is only after the money or status even though, Emma has more money and power than Scott.

Well, Scott deserves to be happy and Emma is not that bad…if you don´t cross her.

Kitty lives in Genosha for as long she remembers and is a courtesan as well, used with heat gazes on her person, either for being Jewish, woman, American and a Courtesan makes the small woman grow a thick skin.

Some may say a courtesan, a high paid prostitute, wants to fuck a king and live in luxury, however, Kitty does not want to marry a king and have to deal with the pain in the ass that is a harem.

Kitty is not going to starve, some of her lovers did make sure of that(something she didn´t want but the time wasn´t kind back then) and what is severely overlook is Kitty´s works as an artist. It is saved to say that Kitty Pryde will not starve.

Currently, she is in her queen size bed cover her naked form with the satin sheets and paying attention to her guest, fewer people adventure in this bed, and how her guest is a terrible liar.

His blue chest is rising and failing and his tail resembles a serpent that is peacefully sleeping way different from last night. Kitty comes on top of the said blue guest(with care for his tail, he often complains how is delicate) removing the sheets.

“You are a lousy liar,” says kitty giggling at the now wide awake blue man “ Hi, old man, did you have nice dreams, Kurt?”

“I did, I dream of you and don´t call me old man, I not that older…not as Logan”

Fixing herself to adjust his length, to adjust their body together, it always feels like the final piece of a puzzle allowing the image to the surface.

“Were you dreaming with this?”

“Maybe, meine Kleine Hexe”

“What happens with an angel? Am I your little devil now” says with a mirth smile as she begins her administration winning a moan from the older man.

“No, you are my little minx and my angel”

“Good to know”

“And I´m the devilish handsome here”

“Can´t argue with you”

Kurt Wagner: Can say how a childhood hating courtesan can be attributed to his mother, a pathological liar and who seduce and killed who entered in her ways.

Kurt and Raven have a troublesome relationship, to say the least. The same applies to Kurt and his father. And for a time, Kurt believed it was this sinful lifestyle.

Kurt was so convinced that to be true that spends years studying the bible wanting to follow a purer path. Wanting to be on God´s good will, of course, God is an omnipotent force that no human or mutant can understand.

Kurt, an older man(not as older as Logan is his excuse) meet Kitty Pryde in one of Scott´s parties, well, it was Emma´s party but Scott is always near her.

The young woman was wearing a blue dress, not extravagant as Emma, but the shade is similar to his own fur/skin. Also, the young woman was presenting her painting and although Kurt is not expert in arts, there´s no denying that all her works are majestic, beautiful and thoughtful at the same time.

It was a surprise to know it was a courtesan that did this. And, being judgemental with Kitty prove to be a fatal error that Kurt learns by heart.

Learning quickly that the only thing that Kitty and his mother have in common is being a courtesan is a relief( his life was messed up enough) and a bit sad, it means that Raven did all she did by her own volition.

Kurt´s life didn´t change drastically after he and Kitty start to courtship/flirting, the only difference worth noticing is Kurt is no longer lonely and sad(His friends often comment how he is blue and happy)

“Hey, Kurt,” says Kitty wearing a white dressed designated to painting(it was old and does not do any justice to Kitty´s body, but, at this point, Kurt is not a reliable source about Kitty) and wears an undecisive smile. Apprehensive even.

“I want to show you one of my paints” tugging her hair that has a blue stain behind her ear she gestures the older man to her atelier.

“I hope you like, but if you don´t is ok…You don´t need to lie” and points at a painting of a blue man with swords and pirate outfit.

“You paint me as a pirate?”

“Yes, You always tell me how you wish to be one, and while I repeated how scurvy is bad, you still want…so I thought this would be a scurvy freeway to be a pirate”

“Katzchen, I love it,” says like a little boy who just won the best present “I´m a pirate and I´ve 3 swords?” Kitty nods explaining that 3 swords are cooler than one “I love it, thank you. I think I love you”

She blushes and rolls her eyes playfully.

“Thank you, I´ll remember that on your birthdate then”

“Oh, are you playing role play?”

“Sometimes I wonder, did I corrupt you or are you always like that?”

“Maybe you bring the animal in me…and the pirate”

“Dork”

“Your Dork”

#kurtty #mentions of scott/emma #kurt wagner #kitty pryde

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