#Embrs au

[notyourd0g]

and here goes modern au reincarnation au street band au soulmate au horror storyteller and blablablabla

[embretheworld]

Yep that’s ratio’s daughter right there, imaginary augh…

[help-an-alter]

Hi first off this blog is awesome and I think this is such a cool idea. Secondly we just found out about a new subsystem of fragments and we need some help with their names and such.

It’s a Kpop/Idol group each one based on different colours of the rainbow. (Including light and dark of each colour) would it be okay to ask this all in the one ask or would you prefer separate asks for each? They’re still undecided on gender so any for names and pronouns would be fine.

Sorry if this is a lot.

Also could we claim 📼🌌 if possible?

Hi anon ! mod firefly here ,, you can totally claim that :3 thanks for giving the blog compliments !!! We'll separate it by the colours !

names ,,,

Red themed ,,

Rouge , Red , Scarlett / Scarlet , Poppy , Rory , Reed , Ruby , Flynn , Garnet , Jasper , Opal , Rhodonite , Carnelian , Flame , Fire / Fyre , Blaze / Blaise , Poppy

Orange themed ,,

Topaz , Opal , Amber / Ambre , Clementine , Coral , Saffron , Alani , Ginger , Blaine , Ember / Embre , Peaches , Nerenxa , Aurelia , Blaine , Azahaur , Cyrus , Garfield , Daisy

Yellow themed ,,

Helio / Helios , Sol , Apollo , Xanthe , Marigold , Citrine , Elio , Casper , Sunny / Sunney / Sunni / Sunnie , Flavia , Goldie , Gildie , Gilderoy , Sunday , Erica / Erika , Aura , Zahava , Ziva / Ziv , Apolline / Apollina , Eleanor , Dahlia / Dalia , Zinnia / Zinnie , Camille / Camylle / Camyle / Cam , Clara

Green themed ,,

Shiloh , ShamRock / ShamRoc / ShamRok , Laurel , Em / Emerald , Ivy , Midori , Myrthe , Meadow , Thyme , Spring , Celadon , Hunter / Huntre , Kelly / Kelli / Kelley , Ciara

Blue themed ,,

Emily , Azure , Seafoam , Blu , Marina , River / Rivre , Cyan , Sapphire , Indigo , Marlais , Carolina , Iris , Maya , Capri , Marian / Maryan , Yves , Sini

Purple themed ,,

Cecil / Cecilia / Cecyl / Cecylia / Cecylya , Violet , Prince / Prynce , Rain , King , Heath , Heather , Martin / Martyn , Dexter , Gefen / Gefyn , Gethen / Gethyn , Jacinto , Vincio , Vincius / Vincyus / Vyncius / Vyncyus , Jasper / Jaspre , Harold , Harry / Harri , Harriet / Harryet / Harriett / Harryett / Hariette / Harryette , Louis , George , Leroy , Roye / Roy , Rex / Rexx / Rexe / Rexxe , Rey / Ray / Reye / Raye / Reyes / Rayes , Indigo / Indygo , Indi / Indy , Indiana , Lavendar / Lavender , Vander / Vender , Evander / Evandyr / Evender / Evendyr , Perry / Perri , Periwinkle / Periwynkle , Mage / Mayge , Magenta / Magynta , Jack / Jac , Jacaranda , Pru , Prunella

Pink themed ,,

Rose , Roisin , Rosa , Rosalind / Rosalynd , Rosalina / Rosalyna , Rosalynne / Rosalynn / Rosalyn / Rosalinne / Rosalinn / Rosalin , Barbie / Barbye / Barbara , Ken , Adrienne / Adryenne , Penelope , Cordelia , Coral , Elle , Woody / Woodi / Woodey / Woodie , Priscilla / Priscylla / Pryscilla / Pryscylla , Cadillac / Cadyllac ,

Pronouns ,,,

Red themed ,,

red/reds , cer/ise , cer/cerise , crim/son , crim/crimson , scar/let , scar/scarlet , burg/burgundy , burg/undy , fi/fire , py/pyro ,

Orange themed ,,

or/ange , orange/oranges , sun/rise , sunrise/sunrises , mari/gold , mari/marigold , aura/auras

Yellow themed ,,

yell/ow , yell/yellow , yellow/yellows , sun/rise , sunrise/sunrises , mari/gold , mari/marigold , au/ra , aura/auras , sun/flower , sunflower/sunflowers , fi/fire , pyr/pyro , sun/suns , sun/shine , suns/sunshine , sunshine/sunshines , sun/sunshine , bri/bright

Green themed ,,

gree/green , green/greens , li/lime , sprout/sprouts , plant/planty , grow/grows , tree/trees , for/est , forest/forests

Blue themed ,,

blu/blue , blue/blues , teal/teals , cy/an , cy/cyans , rain/rainy , snow/snows , ice/ices , sky/blue , sky/skies ,

Purple themed ,,

ind/igo , indigo / indigos , pur/ple , purp/le , purple/purples , pur/purp , vio/let , vio/violet , violet/violets , lil/ac , li/lac , lila/lilac , lilac/lilacs , orch/orchid , orchid/orchids , lav/endar , lav/ender , lavendar/lavendars , lavender/lavenders

Pink themed ,,

pink/pinks , tul/ip , tulip/tulips , ro/rose , rose/roses , pea/peach , peach/peaches , sal/mon , sal/salmon , salmon/salmons , carn/ation , carnation/carnations

I hope these help all of them !! :3

[enchantixwinx]

Bloom's Daughter ✰ Musa's Daughters ✰ Stella's Daughter

Lately I've been revisiting my Winx next generation universe. A million years ago I wrote a fic called Journey to Their Past about the Winx's children that was....not good to say the least, but I've been stuck on the characters lately so I wanted to try my hand at bringing some of them to life! Please go easy on me, I know i'm not a very good artist but I wanted to try lol.

This is Daphne, Bloom and Sky's daughter in my Bloodlines AU. Fairy of the Dragon Flame, and Crown Princess of Domino (and Eraklyon), and one of the main characters of my fic. Her appearance has been revamped a bit from my last attempt at drawing her and I think she looks much better now lol.

More about Daphne under the cut!

Her full name is Daphne Vanessa Embre Bellois-Castellanos. Daphne is all Sky in looks but all Bloom in personality. Strong, protective, compassionate, stubborn, and intelligent in all the ways Bloom was. She’s lived an incredibly sheltered life and is a bit more naive than Bloom was as a result.

Raised by Miriam and Oritel after her parents disappeared, her grandparents have molded her into their perfect princess and given her the life they wanted to give Bloom, and she’s incredibly terrified of disappointing them. Because of this she tries to embody her mysterious mother, but after she finally leaves Domino and enrolls at Alfea, she's learning more and more about who she is and who she wants to be apart from Bloom.

For the poses I referenced based from winx-base on deviantart :)

[ivoire-tv5]

Ghana : Un pasteur embr@sse une fidèle en prétendant la délivrer (Vidéo).

Ghana : Un pasteur embr@sse une fidèle en prétendant la délivrer (Vidéo).

Au Ghana, Un pasteur embr@sse sa fidèle à maintes reprises pour la délivrer d’un démon sous les yeux des fidèles.  C’est une scène inimaginable qui a été filmée durant une séance de délivrance dans une église du Ghana. Sous les yeux ébahis des fidèles, leur pasteur embrassait l’une d’entre elles à maintes reprises de sorte à l’exorciser d’un esprit malin. Perplexes et dubitatifs, les fidèles…

[sohcah-toa]

UNDERCOVER pt. 1 | toa

synopsis: You and Childe have been designated to go at Wangshu Inn for a mission. Before the night you leave, a little something happened.

cw: semi-NSFW (18+), MINORS DNI, make-out, licking, teasing, childe x f!reader, bit of force, modern au, cussing, semi-public

- 1/2 (pt 2 link at the end of this post)

— ☆

"You and hmm.." Signora pointed at you then scanned the room "Tartaglia, go undercover as lovers on a honeymoon and capture this guy at Wangshu Inn" Signora held a picture of the man, "Think carefully before you capture him. He could have people there"

"Everytime" You muttered under your breath, embarrassed.

Honeymoon?

Truth is, this isn't the first time you went undercover with Childe as a couple. But ever since those 'incidents' you're both awkward.

Without landing an eye on each other, you accept Signora's task nonchalantly as you both always did. You have always took your job seriously and so did Childe. Inside, you're bothered and embarrassed but you keep it to yourself for the sake of professionalism.

;

Hours passed by, you were preparing your clothes. Who knew how long this mission would take? So, you almost take everything. You heard a knock on the door. (In where the the Fatui have settled, there's different dorms for all of you.) You open the door.

To your surprise, Childe was there "My co-worker Childe. What brings you here?" you waved hi, acting as distant as you can.

Childe sighed "Look- I just want us to be normal again" and stared at you

You averted your gaze "That's kinda hard because of--" you coughed a little, not being able to say it "You know"

He sighed once again "I'm sorry"

"You shouldn't be. I mean- we were both at fault" You told him, this time you stared at him, with cold icy eyes.

Scaramouche saw the both you banging each other. That was the incident- and it wasn't just once, Scaramouche caught you three times in the locker, in the kitchen and on your training grounds - all at night. He didn't mind and he didn't snitch, even if he did, no one would have cared. But you and Childe were so passionate about your jobs, you both couldn't take the thought of being fired. It was both your first time and when it happened, both of you just couldn't resist each other.

Actually, the third time Scaramouche caught you guys, he got angry, yelling 'Just do it in the fucking dorms, God!! I'm sick of seeing your naked bodies bumping into each other! Fucking hell' then left, still muttering all the cusses he could think of at that moment.

It was an accident, every single time because you both weren't planning to do it. It just sort of keeps on happening between the two of you.

"Can we just be close again?" Childe asked, on the verge of tears, clearly devastated by the current situation. Seeing him like that, you just can't refuse him.

You held both his shoulders and said "I'd love that but what if we never can because of what keeps happening?" You finally let your emotions out, dropping the icy attitude.

He sighed, relieved this time, he missed you so. He placed both his hands on your waist. You try to let go and push him away but he pulled you closer to him. Your bodies now touching.

"C-Childe.." You were getting flustered but you try your best not so succumb to his antics AGAIN.

"Then let it happen, what are we so afraid of? Relationships are allowed in the Fatui" He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

Not again!! It's happening again! You've been tricked again. You couldn't say that you don't like it but you're confused about your feelings for him.

He start to kiss your neck slowly, you wanted it to stop but Childe always make you feel weak in the knees. You realize you're out in the open again with the door still opened.

You try and close it but once Childe is doing this- it cannot be stopped.

"T-the door" You breathe out, feeling the pleasure he's giving you. He's just kissing your neck, why does it feel so fucking good?

"So?" He whispered, feeling his breath on your neck, his arms still embracing you so you won't get away. He started licking your neck, slowly going down. You close your eyes and let yourself feel him nearing to your chest. He raised your shirt revealing you bra buthe immediately pulled that down.

"O-oh Childe.." You softly moaned, his eyes tilted up to see your face as he sucks the upper part of your nipple, teasing you, leaving hickeys.

Your hands automatically place themselves on his orange locks, you start to stroke his hair, then pushing him deeper into your breasts.

He pulled you in closer to his body so you can feel his now hard cock. He then sucked your erected buds. A louder moan escaping your mouth this time.

"You're already horny, my princess?" He smirked, sucking your buds in between his words

You chuckled "Look who's talking" you said and grinded on his bulging dick. He looked at you, eyes full of lust and then-

His mouth left on your buds and went to your lips, he immediately went rough, his hands roaming every inch of your body. He inserted his tongue almost immediately, playing with your tongue as they spin around with each other.

"Fuck.. y/n.. I can never get enough of you~ ngh" He said with a groan then inserted his tongue in your mouth again. Both his hands on your breasts, he was sure you won't get away after all this.

Your hands went to caress his erect cock, earning a moan from him.

As both of you try and pleasure each other. Someone yells from afar.

"When I say in the dorms, atleast close the fucking door! I swear to God I'm going to leave the Fatui if I keep seeing this" Scaramouche, once again, saw the both of you. He left after that.

You stop and fix your clothes then pulled away from Childe. Everytime this happens, you feel your dignity being eaten piece by piece.

"Why does he always have to bother us, seriously" Childe sighed, he knew you wouldn't want to keep going. You feel your cheeks get warm.

Several days at Wangshu Inn? Who knows how long you'll both be there. It'll be interesting for sure.

;

It was in the morning, both Childe and you are ready to go.

"Remember your mission" Signora said, then left, she trusted the two of you after all, you always get the work done.

Then Scaramouche walk towards the both of you "Finally, you can bang each other without me seeing you" then walked away

"Tiny prick" Childe hissed at Scaramouche's back

"You ready?" Childe asked and you nodded

— To be Continued ☆

pt. 2

note: I'm trying to make shorter stories because I always take so long writing one 😥 I thought about this while I was in the car. I have so many more ideas but too little energy to actually make it 😭

[iheartlaz]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 | 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝟑. 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

It’s then that Dream realizes that perhaps everyone around him was trying to escape this fate. Working against a tradition of centuries. Yet while the rest of the world struggles to find an out, he’s standing still. He doesn’t get to walk away that easily. If not for his little brother. If not for an entire nation counting on him.

Summary: or, Dream is prince to a kingdom that is cursed and he desperately tries to outrun the inevitable.

Chapter Summary: Dream is forced to grow up and it hurts.

Tags: royal au, platonic soulmates, curses, gods & goddesses

Warnings: depictions of violence, anxiety attacks and memory loss, mentions of death

Note: third chapter of the fic, hope y’all enjoy!

Dream hates the smell of blood.

In fact he has a general disdain for the crimson liquid. The sight of it makes him nauseous while the taste causes him to gag, but the smell—the smell has always been the worst. Somehow, the scent of freshly spilled blood makes dread swell in his stomach. It’s a threat, a warning that something terrible has just transpired.

When he was seven, there was an attack on the palace during their Winter Solstice celebration. Most of that early morning was a blur. He could only recall fragments. Like Philza handing him a present wrapped in red cloth, or Sapnap’s upset stomach after eating “trop de bûches de Noël'' (or at least that's what his mother had said). The guests had all gotten drunk on sweet wine and the merry atmosphere.

The attack happened whilst everyone had already retired for the night. Whatever joyful mood they had been in was promptly shattered by the sound of panicked suffling, then screaming. Philza came bursting into his room frenzied. He grabbed Dream and threw him over his back, not uttering a word of explanation. He’d thrashed until tears ran down his cheeks.

A part of him wonders if that's why he gets so antsy around the king.

It wasn’t until Philza brought him to the gardens that a young Dream realized what had occurred. His mother stood stall, blade in her right hand and his little brother carried by her other arm. Blood stained her dress, coming from a wound on her shoulder. Philza ran to her side, giving a frightened Sapnap to Dream before checking her injuries.

In complete horror, Dream watched as his mother nearly collapsed from blood loss. Some part of him could hear the dangerously slow heartbeat that banged in her chest. In that secular moment his mother was dying. Dream could feel it in his very bones, to the way a strange marking began to carve itself on his wrist. He looked down to find his skin, mutilated by his own genetics. As if the burden of the Evergreen wanted to latch itself onto the next host as soon as it sensed the current one in danger.

However, his mothers will to live was stronger. She fought and won the physical battle against enemies sent to kill them, now she would fight to give her son a few more years before he took the burden. The next day his mother was still breathing and Dream’s skin healed over without leaving a trace.

But the smell of blood stayed with Dream. Years have passed and he still can’t stand it. A perfect reminder of the day he’d almost lost his mother, or even worse, lost himself to the curse.

That's why even though he knows he shouldn't, he steps in front of George. He knows there’s no avoiding Technoblade’s attack. It’s coming at full force towards him, sure to cut deep and make piping hot pain rush through his body.

The moment the dagger touches skin, he doesn’t even feel it. The impact sends him back a few paces, George still behind him. Dream focuses on how to stop Techno from striking again. He crouches before running at full force towards the other prince.

He draws his blade once more, but Dream has already got his arms wrapped around his torso. He tackles Techno to the ground. The Wild prince yells obscenities in his ear, desperately trying to escape Dream’s tight embrace. He refuses to let go, fueled by the adrenaline coursing in his veins.

Dream can hear the shouting of George as he continues to hold Techno down. The commotion seems to be enough to grab the attention of people in camp. A few guards run up to Dream’s side, attempting to pull him off Techno. He doesn’t let go, he can’t let go. Not until he knows the prince won’t try to hurt George.

“Dream.”

He doesn’t respond, voice drowned out by the sound of waves crashing against rocks. Techno’s expression is not one he’s ever seen on his friend. His eyes are red, redder than they’ve ever been. He bares his teeth as if he were an animal, for lack of a better word.

“Dream!” Again.

There’s a million different questions running in and out of his head. He’d known about “the voices,” but Dream had assumed Techno was joking this whole time. If the other prince was harboring this much resentment, why act now?

And why not towards Dream? Why did it have to be George?

He opens his mouth to speak, to ask, but he’s pulled off Techno by George before he can.

He watches as Technoblade is picked up from the ground by none other than Wilbur. He forces his brother to look him directly in the eyes, muttering what Dream can only assume are words of comfort.

The next to come are his mother and Philza. She seems utterly mortified when her attention lands on Dream. He shakes it off.

“What the hell did you do?!” Philza’s loud voice booms over them. “Answer me!”

Puffy walks towards Dream, standing by his side. “Isn’t it quite obvious Phil? Your son attacked mine.”

George lets Dream go.

“No, Dream was just defending me. Technoblade—he tried to hurt me.” he explains.

Philza’s expression goes angry, “You expect me to believe a word this boy says? He tried to kill my son last time!”

“Don’t you dare call him a liar,” Puffy defends, “George is a good person. He’s proven far more than trustworthy.”

Despite the fight they’d had not even an hour ago, Dream is grateful that his mother is here.

“He’s right,” Wilbur says, finally making his presence clear. “Techno attacked them. The voices, father, they got too loud for him.”

Philza shakes his head. The anger on his face disperses, and transforms into frightening realization. Like he knows exactly what his son is talking about.

Dream would feel sympathy if he hadn’t just faught Technoblade off. The pain is beginning to set in. His sides ache from being pushed back, vision in his left eye slightly obscured. The world starts to spin.

George calls his name for the last time.

Then, nothing.

[read the rest of chapter 3 on ao3]

twt & ao3 & wattpad @/lazarus_r_us

[magpiefngrl]

Hello my magpie, my darling, my love! When you get the time, I would love love love a flower shop AU!!!! Idk why this is even a trope in my mind, but it is and I adore it and I think you would probably write the best one of all time

My dearest @o0o-chibaken-o0o, 

I’ve thought flower shop would be the hardest trope for me to write, but as it turned out, it’s my longest lol. It’s canon universe, so magical flower shop, and I’ve had a lot of fun writing it! Hope you enjoy it, too!

Many thanks to the lovely Bixie for her betaing

Sometimes a man needs (~5k, Explicit)

There were many things Harry considered harder than minding Neville’s shopin Alfriston while Nev was off traipsing in the Amazon in search of thecackling coconut groves. Harry’d written Divination essays; he’d looked afterBlast-Ended Screwts; he’d suffered six years of Snape’s enunciation; he’d evendefeated a Dark Lord.

However, he was reconsidering the above list as—for the third time thisweek—silver-haired Mrs Embres pinched his cheek and blabbered about hergranddaughter.

‘…Ortance is a beauty,’ she explained, holding the telepathic tulipsHarry had given her ten minutes ago. ‘She’s back from Beauxbatons and lookingto make some friends. Perhaps I’ll tell her to stop by the shop for a chat.Would you like her Floo address? You can pop your head in anytime and have achat, she’s a lovely girl.’

Inwardly, Harry cursed Neville for neglecting to warn him about his sweetbut pushy customers. Outwardly, he plastered a smile on his face and decided totake drastic measures. ‘She sounds great, but, actually, girls aren’t really mything. If you know what I mean.’ He fervently hoped she knew what he meant soshe’d stop badgering him.

Indeed, she raised her eyebrow. ‘Oh,I see.’

Harry braced himself for a frown of disapproval or even a hint ofhomophobia, but he was disappointed on both counts. ‘My brother owned agentleman’s bar back in the 20s,’ Mrs Embres smiled. ‘He told me all thestories.’ She added, ‘Come to think of it, my sister-in-law’s nephew, Charles,is—’

The silver bell tinkled. ‘A customer!’ Harry exclaimed loudly, turningtowards the door, which revealed—

Malfoy.

Mrs Embres took his arrival as her cue to leave. ‘I’ll stop by on Tuesdayand perhaps bring you Charles’s Floo address?’ She gave Harry a meaningfulsmile as she left; the meaning being that she wouldn’t stop until he caved, andHarry wondered how far Neville’s admonition that “the customer is always right”stretched.

In the meantime, he had to deal with Malfoy, the last person Harry expectedto see in the placid village that Neville had set up shop. Telling himself itwas due to curiosity because he hadn’t seen the man in over three years, Harryspent a quiet moment examining him, as if he could tell by visual cues alonewhat the man had been doing all this time. Not that he cared what Malfoy hadbeen doing. Harry just wanted to have something to tell Ron and Hermione whenhe saw them at the weekend. In the end, his examination proved futile: Malfoylooked as expensively dressed, aggressively hair-styled, and disdainfully boredas he always did. The fact he’d grown to be rather fit was something Harrydecided to omit from his future conversation with his friends.

Malfoy had taken in the wild disarray of flowers, the Snarfalump pots andthe budding Mimbletonias, the fire-spitting orchids and the whispering dahliasbefore his cold, arrogant eyes settled on Harry. ‘I’ve been told ahorticultural genius owns this shop. Have I been lied to so shamelessly?’

Once a git, always a git. ‘Neville’s out of the country for a month,’ Harrysaid. ‘I’m looking after his shop. Do you want anything?’ Harry hoped Nevillewould never find out how rude he’d just been. He’d impressed upon Harry theneed to be polite to customers, although he’d neglected to mention if this ruleapplied to former school rivals.

‘Why else would I enter this establishment? For the pleasure of yourcompany?’

Harry counted to five and reminded himself that politeness was a virtue.Then he opened his mouth and said, ‘Will you tell me what you want or do I haveto read your mind?’

Malfoy sneered. ‘As if you could. Anyway, I have to be somewhereposthaste so here’s what I need: I’ve been told you carry a rare type ofroses…’

‘The golden ones.’ They were an extravagance Neville kept only for hiswealthiest customers, of which there weren’t many. In fact, Malfoy was thefirst person interested in them since Harry had been working there. ‘How many?’Harry called as he walked to the cabinets in the back wall and removed theImpervious spell keeping the flowers fresh.

‘How many do you have?’ Malfoy asked.

Harry popped his head around a silver fern. ‘They’re a hundred galleonseach.’

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. ‘So?’

‘We have nine.’

‘I’ll take them.’

Harry brought the flowers over. They were truly something else; the colourof their petals was almost liquid, shimmering in the sunlight streaming throughthe shop window. Even Malfoy looked satisfied as he examined them.

‘Terrific quality,’ he admitted as if it pained him. He signed a Gringottsorder for the flowers and then pulled a slip of parchment towards him. As hewas writing on it, he spoke, not looking at Harry. ‘I’d like you to make abouquet and—no, hold that thought. I’d like you to go find someone with tasteto make the bouquet, and then deliver it to this address with this note.’

Harry crossed his arms. ‘It costs extra to find someone with taste.’

Malfoy folded the note and pushed it towards Harry. ‘I’m aware. We’re arare species. Actually, I don’t trust anyone you might find.’ Harry rolled hiseyes. ‘I’ll give Theo an owl to drop by; he’s good with these things.’

Malfoy eventually buggered off, taking his insults and his cologne and hisstupid hair with him, and Harry stewed in irritation for a while at Malfoy’s consummatearrogance until the belligerent begonias started fighting and he had to go andseparate them. At least, he reasoned, hands full of aggressive stalks, he got agood sale out of it.

When Theo arrived half an hour later, he was much easier to talk to afterthe initial awkward exchange of ‘sorry your father died in prison’, ‘that’salright, he was an arsehole and my mother and I are better off for it.’ Theochose some green leafy branches and a dark, almost black, sweet-smelling orchidto create the bouquet, and it looked spectacular; even Harry could see that.

Picking the flowers up carefully and sliding Malfoy’s note in the middle,Harry followed the apparition coordinates and arrived at a crumbling mansion bythe Devon coast, where Astoria Greengrass, a young woman in all-black withlarge gold-rimmed glasses, rolled her eyes at the bouquet and passed it with scarcelya glance to her sister.

Harry thought that had been it. Malfoy had come and gone from his life likea comet, and if Harry spent ten—OK, twenty—minutes in the shower that nightpicturing him naked while stroking himself, well… that was nothing to lose hishead over. Curiosity, really. In the first few months after the war, Harry hadoften wondered what the Malfoys had been doing—besides escaping prison andkeeping all their assets—but as the years passed, he’d put Malfoy Junior out ofhis mind. It really wasn’t fair of Malfoy to show up and impose himself onHarry’s consciousness again, Harry reasoned, while he touched himself andimagined wiping Malfoy’s stupid smirk off his face by sucking his cock. A bitof an unorthodox method to wipe smirks off faces, granted, but Harry hadn’tslept with anyone in a while. A man had needs, after all.

To his surprise, the next day around noon Malfoy returned. Harry had beenin the back room with a cuppa and the latest Quidditch Today issue whenhe heard the bell ring.

‘Missed me?’ Harry asked.

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[notyourd0g]

silly sketches but i love them

[embretheworld]

STELLARON HUNTER MARCH ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ I am desperate for March crumbs do tell more pretty please 🙏

omggggg of course!!! i'm so glad you like this au eheheh!!

but no fr tho i'm so happy you like it, March is my beloved and I think she deserves more content </3 This entire au stems from me wanting to make an au where the stellaron hunters find March before the express, which then devolved into me asking a friend who was more up to date on the lore if aeon's can grant power to people which I learned they can!! Which eventually evolved into them finding March during what would be the first part of the game when Kafka and Silver Wolf essentially spawn the protag lol. Currently working on the animation for this but this storyboard kinda explains its better than I do? idk, but essentially march escapes and Kafka decideds to keep her. I could go on for HOURS on how symbolic this song and its lyrics are with the au but I will save that ramble for later since I do actually want to write this au. The storyboard in question. I'm probably going to release the writings out of order, for example I'm working on the aftermath of the au where Aventurine and Dr Ratio have basically adopted her and are figuring out just how to parent her lol. But I plan to organize it in order later. I will say this I do have a lot of it planned out it's just the specifics I'm having trouble with(Like writing a fucking legal court case lol) but I do know the general synopsis. I can also say that March does not have a good time in this au, her inadvertedly getting blessed by Nanook fucked her over so badly, also Ruan Mei is not a good person at all in this au.

Over all the entre theming of the au is : Blind Obssesion, and getting over it.

There's also the change in canon which I do a lot of, the most obvious being March joining the Stellaron Hunters, but also Xianzhou and Penacony, well actually everything!

Fun fact, Dr Ratio essentially steals March's spot on the express and not in the way you think.

March also ends up getting a new fightning style which is fun.

Cutting myself off before I ramble on too long I actually made a playlist for the AU too, the songs are even put in order of how they'd happen in the story so I recommend giving it a listen since it says a lot about her character in the au even if the songs aren't directly about her!

Playlist here!

Anyway, i've been rambling long enough sdfkjhgdfsd I'm really glad you like the au!! Thanks for asking about it, and if your curious feel free to ask more!

[the-deeds-to-shibden]

Friday 22 May 1840

[up at] 6 10/”

[to bed at] 10 1/2

fine but dull morning – Reaumur 16 1/2º at 7 50/” and sat down to write – breakfast at 8 50/” in 3/4  hour – sat down to write at 9 3/4 till 11 3/4 to page 206 – at Madame Tchekmareff’s to tea at 12 – (she always takes it at 11 or 12) – she shewed us Engelsheil, Turkish stuff, croisée, of camel’s hair, worn by the Turkish ladies, lasts for ever –  4/. silver per aune of 13 verschoks long and 10 1/2 verschoks wide, at Odessa –  

1 archine = 16 verschoks = 28 inches English therefore 1 verschok = 1 3/4 inch English and

1 aune at Odessa of 13 verschoks = 22 3/4 inches English

dinner at 2 40/”  – home at 3 3/4  – then at journal till now 5 3/4 – when the man came to say Madame Tchekmaroff was ready (to go with us to see the naptha pits close to the town) – Reaumur 17 1/2º and Fahrenheit 72º on the window seat at 6 p.m. – off at 6 to Madame Tchekmaroff and she and her husband (the commandant) walked with us – perhaps a couple of hundred yards from the Eastern gate of the fortress – it seemed a mere step – not natural pits – but 2 buildings – the one containing several caves or reservoirs where the naptha is deposited on arriving from the pits, and the other communicating with the 1st by an underground main drain diverging into several branches so as to fill as many caves or reservoirs where the naptha is sold and delivered – this ingenious neat and economical arrangement planned by and executed under the orders of major Vaskaboīnikoff now in Baku – each reservoir is made to contain when full a certain measure e.g. in the 2nd or mart-building there are 3 reservoirs containing respectively 25, 5, and 10 calvars)   

common naptha 7/. silver per calvar

1 calvar = 20 poods      

1 pood = 40 lbs. pounds Russ or about 36 lbs. pounds English

distilled white naptha 3/. silver per pood

natural ditto ditto 2/. ditto per ditto

By retail the common naptha, neft (as pronounced here) sells at ./13 silver per measure = about 1 pint English

the people use instead of oil in lamps of coarse underbaked pottery shaped after the antique – same as found in the old funeral urns but ruder and larger – these buildings erected 37 years ago, and have been in the hands of the crown 34 years – In the time of the Khan there were 2 reservoir pits at a little distance from the present buildings – the annual production of naptha seems to be

   500 calvars from the sea  }   yielding a revenue of 130,000/. silver per annum

  1200 ditto from the pits      }   out of which expenses employés labour and repairs and all

= 22,000/. silver per annum –

Mr. Tchekmareff calculates the distance from Baku to the pits 18 versts from the pits to the fire-temple 8 or 10 versts  and from the temple back to Baku 8 or 10 –on leaving the reservoirs (very convenient and neatly kept) went direct to pay our visit to Hadji Baba – we intended to have visited Hadji himself after seeing his harem but were so amused amongst the women that there we sat till after 8 – about an hour I should think – we found the room-floor covered with handsome carpeting 3 chairs placed at the head of the room for us, and women standing all round the room – perhaps about 20 enough to quite fill the room – Hadji’s son a youth with sprouting beard and a young woman servant handed tea and sweetmeats and pistaches and Persian dried peas and left all but the tea on a table set before us – a few of the women 2 or 3 handsome the rest not at all – wide silk trowsers hardly distinguishable from petticoats (generally red or crimson) and belaced or betinselled jackets and Tchadras (veils) – and necklaces and bracelets, and head ornaments, large and Chinese-looking earrings, and 3 inches diameter round brooches stuck on the middle of the chest in front full of gems rubies, emeralds, etc. much enamel and gold – they danced at our request – the Georgian dance danced chez Madame Golovin at Tiflis, but much better much more au naturel particularly one demoiselle un peu agée (perhaps aetatis 20) who was quite taken with us and hugged and embraced Madame Tchekmareff for 2 or 3 minutes and one 1/2 as long at parting and promised to come and see us malgré leur prophète – this demoiselle got animated and danced comme il faut – how  she managed the bonny wriggle and lifting petticoat (crissatio subsultusq[ue]; Juvenalis and Martialis?) I know not but it was well done and the animated eye and strong cracking of the thumbs bespoke the interest she even then felt – all cracked or struck their hands together in cadence with the dance, and so did I and to their apparently great delight made as much handy noise as any of them – the daughter a young girl in her teens affiancée déjà seemed frightened out of her wits, and her hand when I took it was clammy cold – but I would have her dance, and she danced a little – pretty and plaintively interesting tho’ much marked with smallpox – en sortant just went up to Hadji and the commandant and one or 2 more men –  they had had sweetmeats but probably been less amused than we – Hadji is the very type of oriental (mahometan) gravity and unmovedness – where mirth neither grins nor folly babbles, nor genius soars aloft – we had arrived at the harem at the end of a long passage or 2 – the son lighted us out and home with a yard high 8 or 9 inches diameter white paper cylinder lantern such as I suppose the Chinese use – we had wished good night to the Tchermareffs /sic/ on coming away – home at 8 20/” – undressed when about 9 1/2 Madame Tchekmareff sent us a dainty plat of 6 hard boiled eggs on a bed of green peas – from Moscow –  and 3/. assignat per pound here – 2/. ditto per pound at Astracan – Ann set to and did pretty well – I wrote a little till now 10 p.m. – fine day but high wind – no  possibility of going on the sea today as Mr. Pfouffanoff thro’ Madame Tchekmareff sent us word the 1st thing this morning

Anne's marginal notes:

Baku

Engelsheil

 1 aune = 22 3/4 inches

 1 verschok = 1 3/4 inch

naptha reservoirs.

Distance to the pits and fire temple

Vc

evening visit to Harem

Persian or Georgian dance.

WYAS pages:  SH:7/ML/E/24/0109          SH:7/ML/E/24/0110

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[meadowlarkx]

I know I keep cheating on these prompts by asking about characters from your own writing but I don't give a darn. Sitara from whatever season her birthday is in!

you are a MENACE. this was so fun though. also i ended up writing all of them because….because

here, content for my edgy sjw oc from the Long Ago Past

Spring

the circumstances ofhis/her birth | favorite (or least favorite) family member | first word |happiest birthday | genderswap au

Sitara is lucky to be born in the spring, or so she’s told,when the winter rain crops, such as they are, are being harvested and thesummer crops are on their way. She’s celebrated several births in the years she’sspent in her village, but more often than not it’s been more mourning thancelebration. Sometimes there isn’t enough money for the mother to celebrate evenif she wished to. Her parents assure her that this wasn’t the case in theirfamily: for some reason, that reassurance always has a bitter taste.

Spring is Sitara’s favorite season all the same. When sheand Jess and Eve make their escape from yet another series of misadventures,the seasons are changing, and she has never seen spring as it is in the greenlands they travel now. She’s glowering at Jess and even Eve, pain making her frustrated,and mostly certain her ankle is irreparably broken, but the pale flowers in thepatchy grass her feet have been bloodying give her pause. Sitara’s gaze softenslooking at them; for a moment, she nearly smiles.

Summer

fantasy | love language of choice | a pet or other animalcompanion| the decoration of theirbedroom| fusion au

Jess calls the bright colors tasteless. (Jess has also takento calling the newly repurposed manor in Karvalin her “ancestral home,” in italics, no less, and is amused but grinning asshe makes remarks about having something resembling a very fancy tent within the smooth stonewalls of its bedrooms.)

“Excuse me,”Sitara says, outraged, “do you know how much this cost?”

“…Your point?”

But when she pulls Jess down onto the embroidered bedspread,intending to point out how good the draperies look from this angle and howcarefully she has arranged their swirling patterns and how much they remind ofhome, she finds herself laughing, bright and happy. Jess’ sunset hair ticklesher nose.

Fall

the one person/cause/ideal they would sacrifice everythingfor| storms| nightmare | the lie(s) he/she has told | hero/villain reversal au

The ambitious Prince Zared sees the hunger in the eyes of Tyrkhesh’slatest slave girl and sends for her. The girl’s dark hair is tangled, runthrough with the dust of the road: thin, wiry arms held close to her stomach asif for protection. He has a feeling her arms would be insolently crossed if thewrists weren’t bound.

Sitara sees a boy only a few years older than her, a royal, with her hair and skin and heralmost-violet eyes. Eerie, that resemblance. Her own eyes narrow.

“Sitara, is it,” Zared drawls. “The same responsible forthat disturbance at the Koissi mines all those months ago? With… was his nameEmbre.”

A flicker of fear in those lovely eyes, but she lifts herchin: “The very same.”

“Allow me to congratulate you,” the Prince says.

Sitara’s angry defiance visibly flickers, and theuncertainty almost sounds her age when she says, “Congratulate?”

“Why, of course. For striking the first blow against mydearly beloved father, King Srar, and his abuses.” She waits, clearlydistrusting, but Zared can tell he’s already got her: she just doesn’t know ityet. “I need dangerous allies about me, Sitara. Those who won’t hesitate to dowhat needs to be done. There can be no change in our empire without a little blood,do you understand? I need someone who will never flinch back.”

“I know that all too well,” Sitara responds, glaring. Butthen, at last: “What would you have me do?”

Zared turns on his heel. “As I said, you struck the firstblow. Why not the last?”

Winter

haunting | tarot | thenand now | gods and mortals | reincarnation au/historical era swap

Sitara still has scars on her back: Jess traces them whenshe slips her shirt off over her shoulders. The grey evening light highlightsthem so they shine dully, softly, against the darker shade of her skin. She turns,smiling, towards warm candlelight, ignoring the winter chill in favor of thewarmth of the blankets and the familiar glow in Jess’ face, usually so livelyand animated, now caught in a moment of rest that seems almost awed – Sitara nearlygrins at the expression. The golden light makes the red in Jess’ hair standout. How could she have gone so long without noticing such things?

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