#But maybe a lorelie

[withascaleandafeather]

Apparently my answer for depression/my ex acting up/difficulty in general is to submerge myself in the bath like some sort of bisexual ambush predator.

[depengu]

Pokemon yellow update #9

I beat the elite 4 lorelie beat my pikachu but i took out her mons with the rest of my team. My donkuss(clefairy) beat bruno single handedly with substitute and psychic. My mcdonalds(nidoking) took out agatha single handedly too with earthquake and horndrill. Shades died to a crit hyperbeam but took 4 of lances mons out, then dragonite took out the rest with ice beam. The champ zlue(gary) my clefair took all but 2 of his mons with strength that things a tank but had no more moves so it fainted to cloyster. Then my lilie and mcdonalds took care of the last two mons.

Anyways good game hard core run, lost a tone of pokemon at the diglet cave cause of the darn dugtrio but all in all ita just farming in the end to win and a dragonite lol

Im nkt doing mewtwo or the bord cause yeah im done especially since i lost 3 of my hitters to the elite 4

Now for gen 3

Ill do a poll on this post for ruby saphire or emerald

Ill see if i can get it on my steam deck so i can record it with steams new record feature and put vids up instead of yah know live blog, maybe even live blog it too.

[lgbtqreads]

Hi! I was wondering if you have wlw recs more in the NA category? Or maybe old YA books

I’m 23 and reading some of the newer releases of YA seem too juvenile for me so I’m looking for books with MC & LI around the same age as me too

The thing is every time I think I found one the MC is paired with an older woman, I do not like age gaps anything more than a 4 years old gap is an automatic no for me

I’m also not a big fan of fantasy/magic themed books

Thank you and I’m sorry I know I’m a bit picky

Yep, I gotcha! Try these:

Out On Good Behavior by Dahlia Adler – P (Amz)

Chord by Chelsea M. Cameron

The Belle vs. the BDOC by Amy Jo Cousins

Take Them By Storm by Marie Landry

The IHOP Papers by Ali Liebegott (19)

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Take Me Home by Lorelie Brown

The Good Girls by Teresa Mummert – B

Looking for a Complication by Tamsen Parker

Black Iris by Elliot Wake w/a Leah Raeder (Amz)

Exception to the Rule by Cindy Rizzo

Catch and Cradle by Katia Rose

The Devil Wears Tartan by Katia Rose

F*ths by G.L. Thomas – B

Treasure by Rebekah Weatherspoon (Amz)

Hairpin Curves by Elia Winters

Vow of Celibacy by Erin Judge

Body Grammar by Jules Ohman

[paranormals-of-ilvermorny]

Chapter 9

A Skinwalker, also called yee naaldooshii by the Navajo and Diné people, is a creature of dark magic said to have the ability to turn themselves or disguise themselves as animals. True Skinwalkers do not camouflage themselves as animals, instead they replay a victims worst memory in their large milky white eyes, similar to the Boggart. With long limbs, bat-like ears, and falcon talons to hold their victims in their place, they feed off of the negative emotions and fear the memory brings up. The only known weakness is decapitation, should you be as unfortunate as to cross this dangerous creature’s path.

That was what the book said about what Robin saw, about Skinwalkers. The two girls read and then reread the passage over and over again, willing it to stay in their heads to think back on later. Even after finding a name for the being, Lorelei still wasn’t sure that’s really what her friend saw.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! You still don’t believe me?”

It was the following Monday, letting the information they discovered sink in over the weekend, when Lorelei told Robin it couldn’t possibly be a Skinwalker in the woods. So when both girls were walking to charms, Robin let her anger get the best of her.

“Lorelei you saw the book, that is the exact thing I saw in the woods! It even had the little ears!”

“Look, I think you saw something, but a skinwalker?”

“Okay Miss ‘I read books’, what do you think it was?” Lorelei was at a loss for words when asked. Even after looking through dozens of gangly limbed creatures, none of them resembled the drawing Robin made. “Or are you just too scared to admit I’m right?”

That hit a nerve, one that Lorelei wished she hadn’t felt. While she prided herself on her knowledge and academic skills, there was still some part of her that felt like she always had to prove herself. So, yes, being right and having the right answer was important to Lorelei. She remembered clearly all the times her mother would ask her a question, only to then find out she was wrong. Lorelei took that as her sign to study everything she could get her hands on, so that when someone asked her about anything, she was prepared. Yes, it did make personal questions difficult to answer, because there was no right answer, and she always takes offense when someone asks for a second opinion. But in this instance, she was hoping to be right because Lorelie didn’t want to believe there was a soul-sucking monster prowling the very woods she loves to walk through.

”I just think we should collect more data first.” She started to say slowly, daring not to disrupt an already agitated Robin. “Who knows, maybe we’ll never see it again.”

To this, Robin let out an exasperated sigh. “Yeah. Boy I hope you’re right.”

Throughout the following week the girls continued to go to class and complete their assignments. It was a somewhat difficult task, knowing there could be a vicious animal roaming the woods, waiting for an unsuspecting animal, or worse a student, to pounce on and gobble up never to be seen again.

But aside from that, there was little to worry about.

The next Quodpot game wasn’t for another few weeks, and they decided to wait and see if the ‘Skinwalker’ would make an appearance. So until then, they had to survive the beastly world of school and fellow classmates.

During herbology, the students were tasked with pruning a Night Phlox, used for potions and perfumes, while Professor Juneberry lectured the class.

“Now, the Night Phlox, also known as the Zaluzianskya capensis, emits its signature aroma during the hours between morning and night, thus getting the nickname ‘Midnight Candy’.” The professor continued to demonstrate the different parts of the plant, pointing at the diagram he drew on the greenhouse chalkboard. “Many perfumers,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose, “enjoy the Phlox for its vanilla, almond, and honey smells. Unfortunately, the flowers only bloom at night, so gardeners place a charm on them to mimic moonlight while…”

“You gonna pocket a few flowers, Birdbrain?” Came the whispered voice of Claire from across the table as Professor Juneberry continued to ramble on, “Cause you smell more like a Skunk cabbage, pee yew! I can smell you from here!” She continued to sneer, her little accessories chuckling quietly.

For her effort, Robin just gave the bully a once over before continuing to cut the white flowers and placing them into her bin.

“What, am I not worth your time, Red?”

Looking at Lorelei, who gave her a ‘don’t bother’ look, Robin decided to take the bait and give it back to the mouse that dared her. “What do you honestly want me to say, Claire? We’re fifteen, do you really think I care if you make fun of my scent?” Lorelei, despite herself, smiled at her friend's response.

In response, Claire huffed a breath of surprise mixed with astonishment. “Well,” she began, a renewed focus on hurting Robin, “what do you want me to say? How sorry I feel for you that your dad would rather take pictures of mating Dugbogs than spend an hour with you?” This earned a great laugh from the goonies next to Claire.

For Robin, however, if looks could kill Claire would have been dead and buried by now. While it was true that her father, Atlas Copper, worked as a photographer for Animalia, the lead magazine for magic zoologists and animal lovers. They take photographs of animals from all around the world and columnists write about them or any new scientific discoveries that have been made recently. But to say that he would rather take pictures of weird looking animals than be home with his family hurt Robin more than an exploding Quod.

“My parents are divorced,” she stated, trying to keep her cool, “he can do what makes him happy and that just so happens to be traveling the world.” Then, wanting to hurt Claire like she hurt her, Robin added, “At least my parents like me. They send you to your grandparents house during the summer to get away from you.”

“Robin don’t—“

“Well at least I didn’t cause my parents divorce.” Claire quickly shot back, cutting off Lorelei who was trying to reign in the situation. “Or maybe that was your freak sister’s fault. She’s always alone and wandering the woods looking for weird things she read in a book.”

Out of anger, Robin slammed her pruning shears onto the table, causing some other students to look at what was going on. “Don’t talk about my sister you brat.”

“You little—“

“Oh, look at the time, I can talk about nocturnal plantae all day. Uh, class dismissed!” Luckily for Claire, the class dispersed before Robin could continue for another round of insults. Lucky for Robin, Lorelei was the more level-headed of the two and used all of her strength to drag her shorter friend to their next class.

The air was thick this Sunday morning, with fog from last night's rain starting to lift up off the warm ground. Lorelei wrapped her sweater tighter around herself, telling herself how much she would yearn for these colder mornings when she was waking up covered in sweat come July. She made her way over to the owelry, nearly tripping over a misplaced stone while doing so, to check if her mother had sent her any letters.

Usually, as years prior have shown, her mother would write a letter every few weeks. Sometimes there would be a package, but she usually reserved those for really special occasions. The letters usually detailed how life was going back home, how work was, typical conversational things that Lorelei would hear about at the dinner table if she were home.

The owlery door had always brought a smile to Lorelie’s face, this time being no different; carvings of feathers, two large black eyes, and a long black beak, the door was made to resemble a beautiful owl that the spiral tower enhoused. Once the door gave out its usual squeak, alerting the tower’s inhabitants that there was a visitor, she stepped through to keep the early autumn chill out.

Unlike some owl towers, Ilvermorny’s also serves as the school’s mailroom, where owls or other birds drop off various items that a student’s family might have sent. Upon entering the owlery, Lorelei was met with the sight of brown packages in different sizes and shapes, along with the faint smell of owl poop from the upstairs nests.

Along one wall were different cubbies that had the initials of every student of Ilvermorny, the color corresponding to their house, where letters would appear should they get any. Lorelei wasn’t alone in the tower, a few pukwudgies running around organizing and distributing letters to their rightful box, which brought a sense of community like bees working in a hive.

Walking over to her cubby, narrowly avoiding a pukwudgie carrying a stack of packages, Lorelei pulled the long thin drawer that had her initials scribbled in cursive silver ink. Somewhat to her astonishment there was a cream letter waiting for her to open. On the outside it had her name, house, and year of schooling all kept in one snug corner. In the other was her mother’s name and work address of Beaver & Clampitt 374 Betterbrook Ridge along with a stamp of a beaver sitting atop his home. Lorelei used her thumb’s nail to open the envelope as gently as she could, then took out the folded paper inside.

The sight of her mother’s cursive and handwriting made her insides a bit warmer than they had before opening the letter, happy to get a sense of comfort.

My dearest Lorelei,

Things at home have been good, your father finally decided to fix that lightbulb in the garage along with taking up other household chores and cleaning. I swear that man needs a hobby or he’ll drive himself insane. The two of us are doing…okay, but there’s still a lot to work out that you shouldn’t be around for.

I know these past years haven’t been easy, especially since you started your schooling and your father found out who he really married, and him losing his job, but I wanted to tell you what a smart and loving girl you are. I realized, with your sixteenth birthday coming this winter, how many things I wish I could have told you more growing up. I wish most of all that you had been exposed to the magical world when you were younger, you would have loved some of the games and books I read growing up.

If you're okay with it, I’d like to change some of that and implement some new house rules. You’re a young woman, soon to be an adult witch, and you deserve to practice magic in your own home. Again, still more to talk about with dad, but there is always a time and a place for everything. I love you more than you know, always thinking of you and your bright future.

Love,

Mom

P.S. Poe says “meow” but I think he means “hi”.

When she finished reading, Lorelei found it difficult to read the postscript due to the unshed tears clouding her vision. It meant a lot to her that her mother would be willing to speak with her father about what it means to be a witch and a young woman all wrapped into one self conscious being. Every fiber of her body was telling her to be excited for the change, but it scared her to think what might happen if they can’t work together. Divorce. It wasn’t the end of the world, Robin had divorced parents and she’s fine, but for Lorelei it was different. She’s not Robin, because her parents do deserve to be together, belong together. They have worked together beautifully in the past, the only thing different was getting accepted to Ilvermorny. If they separated, her whole world would be thrown upside down.

So for now, as she left the owlery to brave the cold rain of the morning, Lorelei told herself to welcome change, but not expect anything miraculous.

It’s what got her this far.

“You guys excited for the match tomorrow?”

It was a week since she got her letter and currently, Robin and Lorelei were studying for the first DADA exam in a few days on jinxes and counter attacks. They were lounging on a blue couch in the Thunderbird common room, taking a break between every practice exam when Robin would climb the indoor rock tower. Yes, an indoor rock tower.

The Thunderbird common room held no expense when they designed it for the adventurous students. Over the years, many new additions have been made by order students who wanted to give the incoming households everything they wished they had. This included an indoor rock wall, located in the center of the room, bean bags that matched the dark and light blue color scheme of the room, various hammocks for sleeping, and different gym equipment like monkey bars, rope ladders, and swing ropes. This was mostly due to the fact that Thunderbirds almost always had the same energy as a lightning struck cheetah, so they needed a healthy way to get rid of it so they could settle down and work on school work. Besides the many muscle aching amenities, there was also the usual bookcases, with three and a half ancient textbooks, and study table and chairs. Bizarrely enough, there are also different animal posters of owl, bug, and reptile breeds that no one can remember who put them up.

The one who asked the question was Madeline Coil, a fellow member of the Thunderbird’s Quodpot team, who happened to be walking by. Unfortunately, she asked just as Robin reached the top of the rock tower, choosing to wear a set of shorts under her skirt at all times ready to climb. As Lorelei began to answer a simple, ‘yes’, Robin landed hard onto the padding under the wall, causing a loud thud to bounce around the room. Easily, she popped back up and said, “Totally, the Pukwudgies always play a good game,” as if she was there the entire time. “Especially with Orville on their team.”

Lorelei caught the not so subtle eye when Robin mentioned his name, trying very hard not to guffaw at her. Instead, she chose to cross her arms and roll her eyes. “Haha,” Madeline laughed, “Yeah, they always put on a pretty good show for the crowd, even if they lose. Hope you guys get good seats!” She added before continuing on her way.

“Do you think the monster is gonna be there?” Robin asked in a hushed tone after waiting for everyone to be out of ear shot.

“I really hope not,” replied Lorelei, not wanting to see anything except Orville and his shining smile, “but I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”

“That’s all I can ask,” replied Robin, gearing up for another climb. “This time, time me!”

[lover-of-mine]

Gilmore Girl anon back. Wait... Can we agree that maybe Emily and Richard match the Diaz parents ' energy with taking Chris. I have the unpopular opinion that Richard (after the boat stealing) got played by Rory, and Emily went along. It wasn't evil. So honestly, it's also how I view the Diaz parents in this scenario. So maybe what I'm asking for is a scene like at the diner where Lorelie asks him to marry her. Like Buck is over this version of Eddie letting Chris stay in TX. Instead of the whole we bring her to every class.. Buck is like nope we are going there, and you are pulling your magic dad shit and we are getting our son back, do you want me to pack for you?

I like the way you think. I really like the way you think. Buck being all Buck and Eddie just looking at him like he got hit in the head because damn he loves Buck and Buck is just this solid presence in his life and he just blurts out an I love you or whatever. That would be nice. I can see it. Nice vision. Great vision. Amazing even. Where do I sign?

[sourpatchgrapes]

I feel like talking shit about Marvel Sigyn stans. Not only do they think Ikol should be held accountable for his dead past self's actions he probably can't remember (they've been shown to have memory issues). They blame him for America acting in self-defense towards one of the hostile exes that tied him up to hang from the ceiling upside down. What? Now they want America to let herself be harmed for fucking Sigyn?

If Sigyn didn't want to get beat up, maybe she should have gotten out of America's way and not ganged up on Ikol with the rest of the hostile exes. Also, I fucking cringe at how they scream "misogyny" because "they erased Sigyn!!" when she's got no personality. And they use her misogyny and try to brand it as "quirky." One thought it was funny that she slut-shamed Lorelei, and that she seemed pleased that Amora was forcefully being given to a giant.

Anon,if you told me them ikol isn't sigyn Loki's they gonna say "well, it's old canon and it retconned now" like no bitch it isn't that canon is still there.

As for the Lorelie and Amora thing I personally wouldn't have thought much of it wasn't for the fact they judge every other woman for shit sigyn dose. If sigyn gets to be a misogynist so can everyone else,you don't get to pick and choose.

[agentofagony]

Okey so a question poped into my head? who's in the marvel universe is more likely to be a threater kid? Loki, amora, lorelie, Wiccan, Clea, doctor doom and doctor strange are obvious answers , they just have that thing about them that screams obviously threater kid.

Megnato is a maybe? But not so sure.

[strangeinternetwasteland]

Silver Touch- Gojo x Fem! Reader

A/N: This was a Soulmate AU I did for a @konoblog-simps server collab. I did collaborate with the beautiful and talented @titanialev for the picture.  This was fun to write and I hope you all enjoy.

Click here for the artist photo

Word Count 2.5K

Another year down and it was a failure. Another year that ended terribly. During the Christmas season, you had heard your older family members ask when you would find your soul mate. Most of your family members that were of age had already found theirs. What was wrong with you? It drove you mad that you had a soulmate at all. Obviously, the words written on your palm gave that away.  Every time you looked at them you always wondered where and when it would happen. Not knowing when you’d see, or touch them made it a lot more unbearable. Yuji, you idiot. For the umpteenth time, you read it. That perfect writing, it drove you crazy. If you had only a countdown to when you’d meet, a place, or any clue honestly it would be helpful.

Soul mate marks were taken very seriously. The soul marks were always wherever your soulmate would first touch you. The mark also contained the first words your soulmate would speak to you and glowed silver. They appeared after birth, some immediately after, as in your case. Some people were born without them and they appeared after their soulmate was born, as was your father’s case. Most people found their soulmates by the time they were 18. You being in your early 20’s hadn’t yet. This embarrassed your mother greatly, and you’re sure your father would probably disown you if you lived at home for much longer.

Your friends, who most found their mates already, would gently push you to date, so you wouldn’t be awkward when it came time to actually meet your mate. While hoping that maybe one of these people would be your soulmates. They really did mean the best for you, but even you know that wouldn’t help. You did enjoy a few people here and there but knowing your soulmate was out there still you lost interest quickly.

With your terrible New Year’s Eve date you had behind you, most people were looking forward to Valentine’s Day.  It was common knowledge that more soulmates were found between the 12th and the 16th of February. You had no hope, you never really did. So when you started noticing more pink, purple, and red decorations and advertisements around town you internally gagged. It made your stomach hurt looking at all the goods sold to soulmates.

Today, though, you have a bit more energy than normal. You dressed for your errands for the day. Deciding on wearing a super thick gray sweater with jeans and a baby blue scarf to bundle against the cold winter, which quite honestly, besides black, was one of your favorite colors it had always been, but you never knew why. It didn’t make sense, but you never questioned it more than that, because when you thought about it more, you knew it was just something about it that you liked. It made you feel happy and peaceful.

After a quick look in the mirror, you grab your purse and walk out the door. All the different shades of purples, pinks, reds, and white assaulted you as you walked by the many stores. Today, you were stopping by the pharmacy to pick up some headache medicine. After walking in and audibly groaning at the terrible displays of cheap displays of love you decided you were going to treat yourself to  (your favorite hot beverage) to help combat the cold.

Just across the street was your favorite place to get (beverage of choice). The people were always very kind and friendly, and if you wanted to be honest, you liked that they knew you by name here. You didn’t always order the same thing every time, but since the events of the past few months left you embittered, you were going to go with your most favorite, and comforting drink. The familiar scent of coffee and tea filled your nose as you inhaled deeply feeling calmer than you were outside. Standing in line for a moment, the sweet blonde barista, Lorelie, greeted you.

“Hello Y/N! How are you doing today? What can I get started for you?” She chirped happily, and that familiar greeting, whether it was her or anyone else working always left you feeling like you belonged here.

“I am doing well, Lorelie, I hope you’ve been doing alright. Can I please get a large (name of a favorite hot beverage)?” You smiled back trying to sound as happy as Lorelie did. You couldn’t help but feel like her warmth was infectious.

“Sure thing! I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.” Lorelie said automatically. A small gesture that you always appreciated. You looked around the little shop while many were covered with Soulmates ads and gifts, here there was very little mentioned. Frankly, you were happy this place was void of any such nonsense. After a few moments, Lorelie came walking up with your order and a treat. Of course, it was a brownie. She always seemed to give you little moments of happiness. You thank her and start leaving the little shop.

As you walk out, a handsome man with white hair holds the door for you, with a smile.  It usually wouldn’t bother you but he had a mask over his eyes. How did he know where he was going? You were lost in your thoughts and not paying attention to another man who came running behind you. He seemed to not notice you at all. When he crashed into you, he forced you to fall forward right into the man holding the door. You felt your ankle twist forcing your scarf to fall over your face and obstruct your eyesight. You felt your beverage and brownie escape your grasp. You tried to catch yourself but felt your hand hit something fleshy and you held on for life.

Everything had happened so fast. After you decided that sitting down would be better after hurting your ankle. You pulled your scarf just enough to see. You saw the man holding the door with a frightening glare on his face. You weren’t sure if it was at you or the mess of your beverage all over his shirt.

“Oh no!” You said with dread. Looking at this mess you had made and probably could’ve avoided if you were just paying attention, you knew the shirt this man was wearing was expensive and would take a month’s pay just to replace it. The man’s face changed after you spoke. He started taking off his mask to look at you. You felt your face grow warmer and you just wanted to leave. His bright eyes never leave your face.

“Yuuji. You idiot.” He kept looking down at you. Your breath caught in your throat. You froze for a moment. Your mind and heartbeat raced. You were desperately trying to remember where you’d seen those words before. You looked down at your palm and saw the words glow silver. You then looked  back at this man. The look on your face must’ve given everything away.  You looked up and saw the words on his hand glowing as well. When  he finally looked up at the man named Yuuji he stared at him intently .

“Where are your manners?” Your soulmate scolded Yuuji. You started trying to stand up to get out of this situation. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that this extremely handsome man was your soulmate.

   “What? I didn’t see her.” Yuuji stated and he didn’t look the least bit concerned for you.

   “Here, let me help you up.” The white-haired man held his hand out to help you up. You nervously took it and pulled yourself up. His hand was warm and was the smile he was giving you.

   “My name is Gojo.” You stood as still as you could even though you felt dizzy. You felt yourself wobbling, the pain in your ankle increasing. Gojo noticed and swept you off your feet carrying you bridal style into the shop you were just leaving. He gently places you in a chair. The look of worry spreading over his face. He left you and went to ask Lorelie for some ice.

After a minute, Gojo returned and checked your ankle for any swelling, bruising, or a broken bone. His touch was soft and relaxing, he gingerly touched your ankle and noticed nothing unusual.

“It doesn’t look broken. I think perhaps you just sprained it.” He spoke softly. “I can bring you to the doctor or hospital if you’d like...Sorry I never did catch your name.”

“Oh, I am sorry, I never did say it. It’s Y/N.” You say sheepishly, noticing the color of your scarf and Gojo’s eyes are the same color. The whole world suddenly becomes a little bit brighter as you’ve come to accept that you’ve found your soulmate.

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   Looking back on the last year of your life you never would’ve expected it to go so smoothly. After meeting Gojo, and the terrible incident caused by Yuuji. You and Gojo spent the day talking and getting to know one another.

After three months, Gojo decided to ask you to move in, and you gladly accepted. The first few weeks were nerve-wracking, but you both seemed to make it work. The way Gojo always seemed to be silly and playful when you didn’t want to be or weren’t in the mood made you fall harder. He would bring you flowers, or little gifts when he came back from work trips, and he would just do anything for you because he missed you.

   After eight months together, he planned a small weekend getaway for the two of you since he had been working a lot. He made sure the entire trip was to your exact liking including drinks, and food. This was when you were sure you loved him, despite being soulmates. The first night there under the starry sky and a small bonfire, he proposed to you. The moment was perfect and you didn’t hesitate to let him know exactly how you felt. When you returned home, you planned your wedding. Gojo had a lot of rules for the wedding, but knowing him he probably only meant one or two of them since  he loved to make you flustered.

   The day of the wedding the sun shone brightly, the sky was the perfect shade of blue, and cloudless. The wind was light, and the temperature was perfect. The aroma of late spring flowers blooming softly mingled with the fresh air. In a few short hours, you were going to marry your soulmate.

   You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts. Your bridesmaids were giggling as they sipped on mimosas, and chatted. You were definitely nervous, and you knew you shouldn’t be. There was a knock at the door signaling the make up artist and hair stylists arrival. Everything was coming together.

The time came for your makeup and hair to be done. You decided on wearing your hair down but softly curled, placed upon your head was a silver vine tiara made with pearls and crystals. Your make up was soft and natural, except for your lipstick, which was a Ruby to match the roses. You stared at yourself for a moment and actually felt like a queen. Your bridesmaid’s were all wearing their makeup understated as well, but all of them had their hair done in a sophisticated bun with a french braid on the side. Each one had a hair pin to match your tiara.

The dress was one that you never imagined would look good on you. It was the first one you tried and just fell in love with. It was an A-line ball gown with a small train. The bodice was a corset with the sleeves that were off the shoulder. It had a lot of lace and the bodice. Though it was a bit heavy, you knew that Gojo would absolutely die in it. The dresses for the bridesmaids were all floor length chiffon dresses that also matched the roses you chose. Seeing yourself in your dress, and the bridesmaids in their dresses you knew that this dream was going to become reality.

A knock on the door jolted you out of your thoughts and frenzied the bridesmaids. As they hush each other, your maid of honor answers the door. She talks quietly to the person on the other side for a brief moment and closes the door.

“Everyone and everything is ready,” She said quietly. You nod to her as you place your veil over your face.” You hold your bouquet of red roses in your hand and inhale deeply. You couldn’t imagine your life at this moment. From meeting your soulmate to being married to him. It all seems to have flown by in the blur of life.

You walked to your holding place. Your bridesmaids all waiting along with the groomsmen and your father. The music began and you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You couldn’t believe the overwhelming urge to cry. The voice inside your head told you that you needn’t cry because the amount of time and makeup used to make you look ‘natural’ was surreal. You took one look at your father, who normally was stoic, and expressionless. Not right now, he had tears streaming down his cheeks, and snot running down to his chin. You smiled at him. Knowing how hard giving away his only daughter would be for you, you patted his arm where yours was linked with his.

The music changed to the song you chose to walk down the aisle to. You took one last deep breath and looked ahead. The door swung open to the outside. You noticed the beautiful archway of flowers draped in the deep red roses you chose for flowers. Something you didn’t plan, and you felt your stomach flutter knowing Gojo was behind it. The walk down the aisle looked like it was going to be forever, but in reality, it was very short.You heard the ooo’s and ah’s of the guests. The quiet whispers of how beautiful you and your dress looked.

You kept your eyes locked on your soulmate. You knew that everyone would be looking at you. As is traditional but you didn’t want to ever forget this moment where you swore you saw tears in your soon to be husband’s eyes. The rest of the ceremony went rather quickly. Gojo’s vows made all the women cry, and your vows to him were sweet. You’d invite everyone to a reception following the ceremony. While the guests were guided to drinks and appetizers before a meal, you, Gojo, and your wedding party were whisked away for photos. As the photographer took pictures, your smiles never faded, the memories would last an eternity, and you couldn’t wait to see what your future held.

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Harry and y/n plan a date night for themselves, but lorelie gets sick and harry is like "sorry love, she's burning up, i need to cancel" and y/n is like " :((( can me and milo come over? I can help you take care of her"

STOPPP THATS SO CUTE OMG

They would bring over chicken noodle soup they got on the way there and Milo would bring her his favorite toy or his favorite stuffed animal 😭

They would all huddle on the couch (Loralie probably half asleep), watching a Disney movie while Harry gets up every five seconds to get something for Loralie

Or maybe Loralie is laying in Harry’s bed so he has to get up all the time and check on her and he’s always coming in with new cups of water, Gatorade, small snacks, even tho she didn’t eat or drink the last ones. He’s going to take her temperature every five second even once she falls asleep and y/n would come in and be like “babe,” pulling the covers over Loralie. “Let her be. You just got to let her sleep off whatever bug she caught” ☹️

Omg this would be so cute to actually make into a blurb 😭

[multimediaproject2021]

Court Story

Eight months ago in December of 1991, Lucy Marie Langdon and her accomplices, Talia Doe and Leon Yanks, were arrested for the murder of Lorelie Snow. Cops were called to the residence of Snow and her mother, Mabel White-Snow, on 90 Black Drive in Lancaster. Injuries such as a number of defensive wounds and telephone cord wrapped around her legs were discovered on her body. Snow and her mother were first separated when White-Snow got a call stating she had to meet at 7 a.m. the next morning in regard to an incident with her daughter Lorelie Snow. White-Snow followed these instructions during the time of the attack. Lorelie Snow was murdered on December 19, 1991, but the story actually begins the day before. On December 18th Mabel White-Snow, the mother of Lorelie Snow, was at work when she got a call requesting, she’d come to the junior high school for a meeting. The subject of that meeting was about her daughter and an incident that occurred outside the school’s gymnasium. The next day White-Snow left for that meeting while Lorelie did her hair. When Mabel White-Snow arrived at the school she found there was no one there to meet her so she left. However, during this time, Lucy Marie Langdon, with the help of Talia Doe, sliced Lorelie’s throat. They left her to die with multiple other injuries. As Mabel White-Snow reentered the condo and walked up the stairs, she found the body of Lorelie Snow lying bloody on the bedroom floor and a bloody bread knife next to her. As the mother screamed for help neighbor Edna Incredible called 911. Some of Lorelie’s last words were “Lucy did it”. When arresting officer Lt. Judy Doughnut of Lampeter Township PD arrived, she found the victim bloodied and gasping for air. Lucy Marie Landon is charged with murder in the first degree and eight months later a trial is held. On July 20, 1992 Honorable John Steele of Lancaster is the presiding judge assigned on this case. Landon is counseled by her defense attorney Christine Rain. During the trial a pair of sweatpants worn by Landon with blood proven to belong to Snow were found. According to accomplice Leon Yanks testimony, he “…did not know Doe and Landon’s intention to kill, just to harass.” This would all result in Lucy Marie Landon convicted of first-degree murder and criminal conspiracy. Landon was sentenced with life in prison without the parole. Her defense attorney Christine Rain plans to appeal this sentence. If you didn’t know the importance of attendance maybe the decisions of Talia Doe can teach you something. On the morning of the murder Doe arrived late to Penn Manor High School at 10:15 a.m.. Jamie Spangler, A gym teacher at the school, testified to seeing Doe’s face covered in scratches. Don’t commit a crime while you’re committing another crime.

[leal-alchemical]

Casually came out as nonbinary as coworker number 2 today!

Maybe at some point it will be a bit less of a word vomit, but not yet I guess.

I also brought up to my mom that I had considered going by a more neutral name/nickname. Pyper is great, but widely assumed to be fem.

She said she almost named me Lorelie-lee (however it's spelled) and mentioned that my middle name (Leal) was influenced by the numerous men and women on her side who had some variant of Lee in their name.

So uh, contemplating asking people to call me Lee? It's a shortened version of my middle name (you try saying Leal, rhymes with reel. It's hard.), and it has some family history to it, and was going to be part of my name until my mom changed her mind at the last minute.

Any opinions?

[lgbtqreads]

Hiiii! Do you have any books about people finding love a little later in life without having had experience before? Maybe because they were in the closet? I’m sorry if this is a weird ask, but I’m in my twenties and in the closet and I’ve never really had a relationship before, so I’m looking for something that I can relate to. Thank youuuu <3

Far From Home by Lorelie Brown is about this, yep, though the main character’s anorexia recovery and demisexuality also feed into this experience for her, so just a heads-up on that. The love interest in Out on Good Behavior has this experience, but she’s only just 20, so I’m not sure if that’s quite as useful. I know there must be more, but most books along those lines tend to be about having dated men and only just realizing now that whoops, that was not the right path, like When Katie Met Cassidy by Camille Perri. I’m gonna tap some others in here because there are definitely more I’m just not thinking of... @bibliosapphic? @biandlesbianliterature?

[bakloyd]

Critique

After crossing paths with the cold and mysterious Loki and being coerced to join th QED club, her high school life has never been the same. Join the partners in crime as they unravel the threads of mysteries, unmask evil intentions and put together the pieces of the puzzle in their adventures.Welcome to the world of Mysteries, Murders, and Mayhems! It is a story of young students who have the guts to solve mysteries and crimes like Detective Conan and Sherlock Holmes.In this story of young students who have the guts to solve mysteries and crime like detective Conan and Sherlock Holmes.Their main quest is to find who Moriarty/ Mori/ Moriya. The incidents that they are encountering are connected to the main quest of the story adds spice to it

has an interesting plot and settings are scenes solely happen inside the school.My heart goes to Lorelie knowing that Loki can't move on to what happened to his friend,Rhea.towards the end another person has become a member of a club and that's Jamie Santiago the girl who was pretended memory and yes moriarty identity has been revealed but is he the real one This story seems Sherlock Holmes inspired because of the names used especially with the main antagonist. It is written in Taglish but you will see how formal the story is thru its deep English terminologies. Because of its choice of words, it looks like I'm reading a book because of well-chosen words and idioms. It contains different cases that they need to solve but those cases are still connected with the main case. It was fun as a reader to solve cases with the characters. I think that is one of the reasons why I enjoy reading it.

There were a lot of names involved but you will never get a hard time getting familiar with them. The pictures of each character helped me visualize their looks based on the character's view and description. There are parts where I got bored maybe because of too much conversation and not spilling the tea

[a-witches-curse]

This showed up in my Tumblr recommendations today, and since I love a good interactive fiction I decided to check it out. And hot dang do I love this so far. I haven't gotten that far in the story yet but I'm already in love with L, thanks for that. :D

Ah! Everyone is being so sweet. It makes me smile! I’m glad so many people love L! I put a short little snippet of a story about them under the cut:

(I’ll use Lorelie because I can I guess?)

The evening of Lorelie’s 6th birthday was a strange affair.  A large party was thrown. Which Lorelie liked. She got to wear her favorite blue dress and mother braided her hair to make her look like a grown up. She watched in awe as tens of hundreds of people she had never seen before filtered in and out of the dining room. It was more people than she’d ever seen before and they all looked so pretty. Although, she noticed that there weren’t any other children around, she didn’t mind very much. The cook had made sweet rolls and she got to eat as many as she wanted because she was the birthday girl. 

Right now she sits in a chair and watches the people move around. Everyone is dressed in pretty colors and smiles at her when she catches their eye. Some of them pet her hair or shake her hand. Others give her gifts. Most of them don’t talk to her though, instead choosing to crowd around her father.  He hasn’t talked to her yet tonight, but if she stays here maybe he’ll see her and make those other people go away.

Lorelie can’t help but to think he looks like royalty as he stands proudly, straight backed, dressed in shades of green and black. Green because he likes it. Black because he’s in ‘mourning’. Mother says it means he’s sad. But he doesn’t look sad right now. He’s smiling, and Lorelie can’t help but smile as well. Mother said once that she’s inherited her father’s smile.

She watches him talk to the other grown ups for what feels like forever before a maid ushers her off to bed. Lorelie cries the whole way. Father never even wished her a happy birthday.

Later that night she gets a stomach ache. The back of her throat tastes sweet but its stings when it comes back up. She decides she doesn’t like father’s parties very much.

[agentofagony]

The amount of logyn shippers that's pissed at the fact that sigyn didn't get to beat up Loki in pride month short story is very concerning. You are aware her Loki is fucking dead right? And this Loki has literally nothing to do with her right? I bet dude can't even remember who the fuck is she.

The one that deserves to get to beat up this Loki is Leah, he killed her lover people he actually have personally effect the girl life. I can't believe that there is someone who thinks Leah doesn't have the right to beat him up.

Maybe also the cat guy but I don't know what's his story entirely is beside Loki might have turned him into a cat by mistake or maybe not by mistake.

Lorelie I have no idea why even is she there.

[strangeinternetwasteland]

Dina- Chapter 1

Left. Right. Left. Duck. Counter. Attack. Breathe. It was the same with every training since her recovery from her injury. The only thing that Dina disliked more than not being able to spar and work on her martial arts was the predictability of her sparring partner, Tenten. Tenten was strong, and one of the few people who could challenge her.  Lately, though it seemed as if Tenten was patronizing her instead of building her up. 

Dina was gifted with martial arts from a young age. She’d advanced quickly in the ranks and by the age of ten, she was already mastering adult lessons. This lead to a plateau in learning which led to the desire of Dina to move and settle in Konoha. She had heard of Kakashi Hatake. His martial art skills were impeccable, and from what else Dina had heard, he wasn’t bad looking either. She wanted to spar with him to see if the rumors of his greatness were true. 

For months, she had trained and sparred with anyone she could. Until she had met Tenten. Tenten had been valuable as a partner. Every time the pair sparred it was different, and Tenten pushed Dina harder and farther. That was until three months ago.

Dina had been participating in a martial arts contest with the top athletes from all of the villages. It was during her final showdown with her opponent when she injured her leg. It was the swift kick she aimed toward her foe when she felt the pop of her muscle. The excruciating pain that followed and the stunned silence of the stadium were all she could hear. The commotion afterward of being rushed to the Village hospital blurred together.

The utter defeat and frustration  Dina felt when she was told she’d torn her adductor muscle. The news that she’d be down for at least six weeks, which to many didn’t seem as much time for recovery for a tear. The tears that burned at her cheeks after the news only fueled her desire to try to recover faster.

For two weeks, her group of friends worked tirelessly to ensure her recovery. She was determined to not be a burden to any of them. She had felt useless, and like a responsibility to them all. It was the second week into recovery when Lorelie decided that perhaps Dina could not only use some cheering up but maybe a nice chat from someone she respects. A knock at the door snapped Dina to attention.

“I’ll get it!” Lorelie called from the kitchen. Dina heard Lorelie’s footsteps from the kitchen to the front door of the apartment. Dina heard a deep male voice she didn’t recognize. She slowly sat up on the bed where she was resting to greet the stranger in her home.

“Dina, I thought because you were feeling so down about your injury that you’d like to talk to someone about how you’re feeling and who had been through this before,” Lorelie said as she walked into her room. “Would you prefer the living room or your room here?”

“I don’t need to talk to anyone. I need to get better faster.” Dina replied snippily. 

Lorelie hummed, “I think you’ll want to talk to this one.” 

With a huff of frustration, Dina said, “Fine. Whatever you want.” Lorelie left the room promptly. When she re-emerged in the room she had Kakashi Hatake in tow. The Kakashi Hatake, at up close she could tell the rumors of his beauty weren’t fallacies. 

“Dina, this here is-” Lorelie started.

“Kakashi Hatake.” Dina finished for her. 

“I thought you’d like to talk to him about recovery from an injury. He’s a great martial artist like you and has been exactly where you are now.” Lorelie explained. “I’ll leave you two it, but if there’s anything I can do for you, Kakashi, please let me know.” Lorelie continued. She walked out the door closing it enough to give the two privacy.

The two talked for hours about how painful it is to recover, not physically but mentally. They both spoke of their triumphs and trials to get where they were today. He talked openly about how he thought he didn’t need anyone’s help. How selfish he was and how it impacted him. Dina listened with interest and heeded his advice. They exchanged numbers, in case Dina needed to talk more. 

“Dina, please take care of yourself. I look forward to the day that I can spar with you at your full potential.”Kakashi’s parting words to Dina just before he left. Dina, as did most people in her group of friends, wondered how Lorelie seemed to know everyone in the village after the exchange. This thought didn’t last long since she was invigorated to get better and hopefully it was speedy.

When Dina was at the doctor’s office for a follow-up appointment four weeks after the initial injury, the doctor’s deemed another two weeks of rest was needed. The displeasure that Dina faced was great, but she did think of the words Kakashi had said to her before. Hoping it would help with the last two weeks of recovery seem less dreadful. 

She had called up Kakashi to update him on the situation. While he was sad to hear that she would need more time to recover, he was glad she was hopeful for the future and that it didn’t seem it would dampen her outlook on the end results. 

She had told Alex all about the interaction with Kakashi almost every day she could. The words he spoke and the way he looked.

“It seems to me, that you Dina, maybe, a bit infatuated with Kakashi. How could you not be though? He’s very nice to look at.” Alex teased Dina.  This made Dina blush,  but she couldn’t help but know, Alex was right in this matter. 

Her final follow up appointment was met with much hope and excitement as Dina would allow. If she got the all-clear she could continue getting better. She had thought of nothing but getting better, Alex’s words, and Kakashi’s voice during these last two weeks. The way he talked gently to her, the empathy he felt, the way his arms could easily hold her. She shook those intruding thoughts from her mind as she entered the doctor’s office.

After an hour of entering the office, she bounded out and ran straight to Tenten at the dojo. Every day after that for the last month like clockwork, Dina and Tenten had sparred.

Today had been met with resistance and frustration from the very stary for Dina.“Tenten, why aren’t you even trying to push me?” Dina yelled in frustration. “I just want to get better. I want to be better than I was before the injury.”

This elicited a deep chuckle from a pair of on-lookers who every so often came to watch. Dina looked up to see Gai and Kakashi. A blush formed on Dina’s face. She could no longer deny he wasn’t handsome.

“My former youthful student!” Gai yelled at Tenten. Tenten groaned at this. Gai always loved to challenge her and today was probably no exception, Dina thought.

“Hello! Gai- Sensei! Hello Kakashi-Sensei!” Tenten replied, and Dina waved. Tenten pulled Dina along as she walked to the two.

“Looks like your training is coming along nicely, Dina!” Gai exclaimed with boundless enthusiasm. 

“Yes, I think I could be pushed a bit farther, and it seems to me that Tenten doesn’t feel the same sentiments. She’s holding back.” Dina spoke.

“Dina, I’ve been training with you for so long, you’re not where you once were before.” Tenten countered.

It was the act of Dina rolling her eyes and making an exasperated huff at Tenten. that made Kakashi laugh again. 

“Dina, if it were alright with you, I’d love to spar with you to be an impartial judge?” Kakashi offered

Tenten took this chance for a break.

“Yes, please, that would be great,” Tenten replied for Dina. Tenten took Gai’s arm and brought him to sit down while they watched Dina and Kakashi get ready to fight. Tenten knew that Dina may have a slight crush on Kakashi. Whenever he’d come to watch she could see Dina’s body stiffen or push herself harder than when he wasn’t present.

“Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” Kakashi spoke suddenly.

“Okay? Interesting how?” Dina said confused.

“Lets...Make a bet.” Kakashi thought for a bit. “Winner gets to decide what the loser does?” He winked at Dina.

Dina relaxed her body and dropped her arms. Everything inside Dina stopped when her brain finally comprehended that Kakashi actually winked at her. She felt her face get hot with a blush of embarrassment and excitement.

“Can I just give up now? I know I won’t win.”  Dina teased half-joking, half-serious.

With a hearty chuckle and easy grin, Kakashi said, “Come on, I’ll take it easy on you.”

There was one thing that Dina learned since the first meeting with Kakashi. Kakashi didn’t flirt, and he didn’t really even date from what she gathered from the rumors that were spoken about him. 

The sound of his laugh and the teasing look in his eyes made it difficult to focus on the match that was about to happen. Dina tried hard to look anywhere but at Kakashi’s face.

Getting back into a fighting stance, Dina tried to gather her racing thoughts and focus. She noticed Kakashi ball his hands reading them for a punch, and her body adjusted for the incoming attack. They both nodded at one another to signal they were ready to begin the match.

In an instant Dina found herself staring up at the ceiling. “What-” she looked around confusedly. She glanced down and found a frowning Kakashi kneeling beside her. His large warm hand placed on the inside of her thigh, which seemed very intimate for this man.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt your leg?” He questioned cautiously.

Dina shook her head. “No, I was distracted was all. I’m good. Let’s go again.” She said to him. 

Tenten rushed over to Dina with a frantic look on her face. 

“I think it’s time to call it a day,” Kakashi slowly stood with a hint of unease in his voice.

“Dina, you alright? Kakashi came in with a leg sweep, I’ve never seen you go down so quickly.” Spoke tenten quickly.

Kakashi extended his arm down to Dina to help her stand up, which she happily accepted while blushing furiously.

“I’m fine, but I think Kakashi-sensei is correct. I think I may have overdone it for today.” Dina suggested. Tenten didn’t miss how red Dina’s face was but decided against mentioning it for now. 

“Alright. ” Tenten said in agreement after a moment of watching Dina stand feeling the tension in the air. Tenten went to gather her things up giving the two a bit of privacy. 

“I am sorry, Dina,” Kakashi said.

“No worries, honestly. I did just push myself a bit too much today, but I guess that means I lost the bet.” Dina said sheepishly, hoping that whatever her punishment for losing the bet was not too terrible.

Another chuckle slipped past Kakashi’s lips, he quipped, “I think I’ll have to make you spar me again in the future.”

That simple promise of sparring again with Kakashi made Dina’s heart pound in her chest. There was no denying that she wasn’t looking forward to the next time they met. As she finished gathering her items to head home she heard her phone chirp in her pocket. 

Looking down she saw a message from Kakashi that read “Tomorrow, I’ll show you what real training looks like.” Yeah, she definitely was looking forward to what was to come.