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[eupheme]

I am so so in love with your writing- I genuinely forgot how much I prefer tumblr drabbles to published books sometimes because beautiful prose and deep emotion is a hill I will die on and you do it so beautifully!!

Just wanted to ask on your opinion with Logan being a little gentleman somewhere deep down (I mean he was raised in the 1800s)

Like, he curses and drinks and smokes like a sailor - but he'd still open a door for a lady or defend her against assholes, even if he'd spend the rest of the night trying to scare her off and hide that little streak of good manners

It's always swirled in my head but I just wondered if I'm the only one or if at least it's folie a deux ♡♡

I have been grinning over this ask, thank you so much!! same - my physical tbr has been piling up because I’ve been reading so much fic, and it’s so amazing to read this in reference to something I wrote. Thank you so so much 🥺💖

and anon, your mind!!! I LOVE this idea, there are definitely such gentlemanly moments about him - and it being something that connects him to when he was born is so sweet. like yes he’s might be a little short/grumpy, but the second someone is rude to you he’s there with a glare and a growled out “watch it, bub.”

I wrote just a little something with your ideas, because you already nailed so many perfect examples - (like trying to scare her off after, that’s so perfect! I would love to hear any more thoughts you have about this!) (and I love you use of folie a deux for this 💕)

It takes you a little while to notice the small things.

How he keeps you close to the shops, when you walk together into town. Keeping himself between you and the busy streets. That second of hesitation when he beats you to the door, only to yank it open - step aside to let you pass through first.

It’s like fitting together pieces of a puzzle, without the reference of the final image. Little moments, clicking into place.

It happens again, when you get into it at one of the stores.

The shopkeeper thinking he can push you around - make an extra buck - not knowing you're just as up-to-date on the hardware as he is. It takes no more than the change in your voice for Logan to be there. A guard dog at your shoulder, daring the man to try to hustle you again.

It leaves you sweet. Sideways glances thrown his way, as you head back to the Mansion. Your paper bag tucked under his arm - the way his eyes are so quick to slide from yours when you tell him, "thank you", muscles tensing beneath the hand that brushes his shoulder.

It slips from him at your touch, rumbled out between the sharp set of his teeth and brow.

"It was nothing. Don't mention it, sweetheart.”

A shift - the collar of his leather jacket turning up against the wind - blocking the lower half of his face from view. Still keeping you tucked to the side, where it's safe.

And you think you soften, a little further.

I am going to be thinking about this all week! Thank you, again! 💖

[immergladsss]

Maria and The King of Thieves

For @incorrect-quotes-of-moonacre, thank you for all the work you put into the fandom and Moonacre Week every year ❤️

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Chapter 1:

Our story begins, as many typically do, with misfortune falling upon our protagonist and thrusting them into a new journey, irrespective of the protagonist’s feelings on the whole matter; for that is exactly how Maria Merryweather, just sixteen years of age and freshly debuted, found herself living neck deep in the countryside begging for work at the wash house. 

“I know your lot!” The head laundry maid, Mrs. Miller, said with a scowl. “You come around here looking for work, only to quit within the first day!” 

“Please I–”

“Just look at your hands! They’ve never seen a day of work. There’s no way you’re a commoner! Probably the bride of a failed elopement. I will not be having any trouble at my door.” 

“Please!” Maria all but fell on her knees as she implored. “Please just listen! Yes, I’ve been fortunate enough to not know work, but no! I'm not some runaway bride! I’m an orphan who was robbed before arriving with my family! Whatever fortune I once had has left me crawling for crumbs and I am paying for it threefold! I promise I will not cause trouble. I simply need work to afford the replacement of my stolen garments.” 

“Hmm��” The lady, Mrs. Miller, studied her. Maria was wearing a simple brown linen dress, faded with age. Her hair was hidden by a once-white bonnet, though a few light-red strands stuck out. Not many around here had red hair. There were a few families…one of which could get her into trouble, though the redheaded brother hadn't been seen in over two decades…  “What family are you from?”

“The Trotters.” 

Mrs. Miller looked over her shoulder and shouted at her workers. “Which of you is willing to teach her?”

Most of the girls looked away, finding they already had enough work to keep them busy, but one girl raised her hand. She was tall, with blonde hair slicked into a bun and bright blue eyes. “I can help her.” 

“Ah, Ms. Swann. Perfect. Come over here. This is Ms. Maria Trotter.” 

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Trotter. Please, call me Jane.” 

Maria’s journey began with the first of three misfortunes: her father’s unexpected passing after her debut into proper society. This unfortunate event only left her with her governess, and whatever belongings she could carry while everything else was repossessed to settle her father’s outstanding debt. A fact that brought her great shame. 

But like the highbred lady that she was, she took it with grace. She held her faith in her heart and her governess's hand for support, genuinely believing that matters would sort themselves out with time. After all, she believed herself fortunate to still have an estranged uncle generous enough to take them in. She believed their move to the countryside would simply afford them new opportunities. She believed gentlemen could be found everywhere, not just in the city, and that one day she’d find a proper suitor.  

Little did she know a second misfortune was about to befall her. Just before arriving at the gates of Moonacre Manor, they were accosted by four masked bandits, who in a matter of seconds, took all of their luggage except for the carpet bag she had carried with her inside. She wasn’t able to take a good look at them, only that they wore bowler hats, black leather garb, and darkened eyes. 

Though incredibly shaken, and feeling her resolve crack, she managed to restore her optimism at the thought that none of the bandits had managed to open their carriage. No doubt all due to her quick thinking and her handy needle that she used to slash the hand that came through her window. At least she and Ms. Heliotrope were safe and sound. 

But Maria’s silent prayers were to remain unanswered as a third misfortune came upon her. 

“I’m afraid you'll both have to find means of financing your purchases,” Her uncle, Sir Benjamin, told them during supper that night. “Unfortunately, our coffers have run dry trying to replace all that the De Noirs have stolen from us.” 

“The De Noirs?”

“Yes, I believe those were the very bandits that robbed you and your governess. Unfortunately, there is nothing to be done. Moonacre is too small and unimportant for London to care about. And Lord knows our own magistrate can barely keep order. All I can offer you is shelter and food.” 

“But I don't know how to work! I've never worked a day in my life, and I need clothes!” 

“The laundry is always in search of workers. I’m sure they’ll readily teach you, their ways. However, for your safety, you mustn’t tell anyone you're a Merryweather. With their propensity, the De Noirs are bound to kidnap you too. Present yourself as a Miller or Trotter. Those are fairly common around here.” 

And that is how she found herself the very next day, clutching a meager shilling between cracked and bleeding palms, sobbing with all her heart, outside the gates of Silverydew after her first day of work.  

Maria knew no one was meant to know her true identity. The laundry gossip informed her plenty of how dangerous the De Noirs could be, especially their leader whom they simply referred to as the king of thieves, but when Jane found her crying and handed her a freshly baked roll of bread and a small tin of salve for her hands, Maria couldn’t help herself. 

She had tried so hard to remain strong and keep up with the rest of the ladies, but it was impossible. She was weak and her entire body was in pain. She was exhausted. She was hungry. She had never felt as low as she did then. 

She tried, she really did try to maintain her resolve, but when Jane wrapped an arm around her shoulders, Maria broke and released all that she had bottled in her heart. She confessed what had transpired in her life to have driven her to such a wretched state. 

..oOo.. 

“How are you doing?” Jane asked as she came to join her at the wash bin. 

Maria was finishing her third day in the laundry house. She had learned much, but still struggled against the feelings of incompetence, the aches of her body, and her wounded pride. She sighed, “I believe I am managing. Though my arms are still threatening to desert me.” 

“It's all a con, don’t fall for it,” Jane giggled. “Do you think you could help me load this onto the carriage? The magistrate seems to be in a bit of a rush and the other girls are busy.”

“Yes, of course!” 

At the count of three, the two heaved the trunk of freshly laundered garments and carried it out into the gravel road where the carriage awaited. 

Maria glowered at the coachman who was fully aware of their efforts but refused to come down from his seat and help them. 

As they lifted the trunk to load it onto the carriage’s rack, Maria’s grip slipped, and a burr in the iron handle tore open a newly healed crack in her palm. She yelped as the trunk came crashing down. Fortunately, none of the contents spilled. 

“Careful there!” The coachman yelled, but he received no response aside from Jane’s furious glare that shut him right up.

“Goodness! Are you ok?” Jane asked, rushing to her side. 

“Yes,” Maria mumbled, wishing to hide from humiliation. She dropped her head as Jane proceeded to use her handkerchief as a wrap for her palm. “I'm so sorry. I’ll return this to you as soon as I can wash it.” 

“It happens to the best of us. Don't fret. Once, the garments I was carrying fell onto the floor and I had to wash them all over again!” 

Maria smiled sheepishly but her mind was distracted by a dash of white paint only visible on a small portion of the flat steel tyre on one of the carriage’s back wheels. “Why would someone paint their wheel?”

“What do you mean?” Jane asked, peering over Maria’s shoulder. “Strange. I don't think I’ve noticed that before. Who knows. Come now, let's get on with this.”

After that, Maria began to notice certain carriages had that same mark. She spotted it on the magistrate's carriages, on the constable’s, and on some of the farmers.

..oOo.. 

“Are you ready to leave?” Jane asked Maria, who was busy hanging someone’s night clothes to dry. They had grown quite close over the days. Jane was trustworthy, clever, and readily lent an ear without any judgment, unlike the rest of the laundry maids. The majority of them still believed her to be a runaway bride and kept a guarded distance. As though her very presence would tarnish their reputation. The only benefit to their company was the gossip. Oh, how they loved to gossip! That is how she came to learn her uncle was once engaged to a Lady Loveday De Noir. He hadn't known of her identity at the time of engagement, but he broke it off when discovered the truth, believing she was there to steal from him. 

“Don’t wait for me today,” Maria replied as she picked up another nightgown. “I need to stop by the apothecary. I've finished my salve.” 

“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow!” 

Maria wasn’t eager to return home. Though she had grown fond of Wrolf, Sir Benjamin’s giant Irish wolfhound, and her pony Periwinkle, an unexpected gift from her uncle, Sir Benjamin’s never ending dour mood was a constant reminder that things just weren't right. 

But she also didn't want to return too late. The few times that she had, she had arrived to the sound of melancholic piano music and her uncle’s sobs, no doubt over his failed engagement. She was fortunate her room in one of the manor’s towers was too far to hear her uncle’s cries, though she could not help but feel pity for Ms. Heliotrope whose room was on the first floor. 

At the end of her workday, she always faced the same predicament: either she returned early in the day to find him storming about the manor and cursing the De Noirs, or late in the evening to find him sobbing by the piano and wailing for Loveday. There was no neutral ground with that man, it's no wonder his engagement failed. 

As she walked to the apothecary, Maria took a moment to appreciate the town of Silverydew. It was a quaint little town, and despite their hardships and occasional dealings with theft, the people were hardy, kind, and hopeful. Children ran about the square playing games with hoops and sticks. Mothers formed groups and shared recipes or the latest news. Men huddled around the tavern, commenting on the weather and their crops or businesses. Young ladies walked around the square, arm-in-arm, giggling over the young men who watched from a distance. Yes, Silverydew was certainly a better ambiance than the desolate and rundown manor that barely stood on its foundations, especially now that the town was preparing for the Harvest Festival. 

Perhaps if her circumstances were different, she too would be as excited as the townspeople. She had an inkling her uncle would not even consider attending, much less allow her to attend unchaperoned. Though perhaps she could convince Ms. Heliotrope–that is if she wasn't too tired from tutoring the magistrate’s children or staying up late from her uncle’s incessant mourning over his life. 

Maria sighed wistfully, wishing she could do something to help her uncle and brighten his mood. She wished to restore herself and the manor to its rightful state. However, she had yet to learn what caused the great feud between the Merryweathers and the De Noirs. It seemed no one knew, or at least would not openly talk about it. 

“Oh!” Maria cried as her face came crashing against someone’s back. She was so lost in her thoughts she failed to notice the person in front of her. She would’ve fallen to the ground were it not for the strong arms of said person. “Oh, excuse me!” she yelped, disentangling herself from his arms. “I didn’t–”

Maria froze under his gaze. Dark eyes were alight with mischief as the ghost of a smile broke into a dashing grin.  “I-I’m sorry,” she finished with a bright blush as she straightened herself and took a step back.  

“I haven’t seen you around here before.” He adjusted his coat then stuffed his right hand into his pocket and with his left, awkwardly brushed his hair back. A fruitless effort as his curls bounced right back into place and casted a sultry shadow across his handsome face.

“Oh, I’ve only been here for a few weeks. I don’t make it a habit to stay out very long.” 

“Reckon you’re not missing much then. Silverydew isn't known for its nightlife,” he teased. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”

“Trotter!” Maria chirped. “It's Maria Trotter. And your name?”

“Robin.” 

Maria didn’t miss the fact that he failed to offer her his hand which showed no sign of leaving his pocket, but she decided he had his reasons and she had more urgent matters to attend to. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Now if you’ll excuse me, I'm on my way to the apothecary before it closes for the night.” 

“What a coincidence, I am too. Allow me to join you.” 

It was not a long walk, but it allowed Maria to ask her own set of questions, “I haven’t seen you around either. Do you live outside of Silverydew?”

“Yes, I live on the outskirts of the valley. I don't make it a habit of coming into town quite often.” 

“Why is that?” Maria asked. 

Robin held open the apothecary door and gestured for her to walk in first. Then he leaned over her shoulder and whispered. “As you may have learned, these townspeople busy themselves by sticking their noses in other people’s business.” 

“You must forgive them, for what else are they to do,” Maria stiffed her giggle but continued, “There’s only so much to say about the day-to-day life here.”

Robin grinned crookedly. “Reckon I can come up with a few ideas,” he said in such a way that sent her heart racing. 

“-How can I help you?” The pharmacist asked, stepping up to the counter and startling Maria, prompting her to take a step away from Robin. 

Maria cleared her throat and tried to steady her thoughts as she said. “I’m here to purchase some salve.”

“That’ll be five shillings.”

“But…last week it was three.”

“I’m sorry dear. As summer wanes, the herbs become rare, and the price goes up.” 

Maria’s heart sank and she solemnly reached for her purse, pulling out all that she had: three shillings. A wave of embarrassment washed over her. “I'll come back tomorrow then,” she muttered.��

“Now, hang on. Keep your shillings,” Robin said.  “Charge it to my account–”

“--I can’t possibly–”

“Ms. Trotter, it's fine. If it makes you feel any better, simply pay me back whenever you can.” Then turning to the shopkeeper he said, “I’ll also need three needles, a roll of surgical silk, gauze, and antiseptic.” 

It was then Maria noticed he had taken out his right hand from his pocket. It was bandaged and blood had seeped through the fabric. “Goodness, are you ok?”

“Yes,” Robin reassured. “It's a common occurrence in my line of work.” 

Maria was appalled. Granted she didn’t know much about jobs in general, but she wondered what type of work could lead to such nasty wounds. “Well then as gratitude, please allow me to stitch you up.” 

Robin did not protest when after their purchases, Maria took him by the arm, led him outside to the nearest bench, and then motioned for him to sit. He watched with rapt attention as she expertly unwrapped his hand and wiped it clean with her own handkerchief and the antiseptic. “Goodness! When did you get this? It looks feverish!” 

Robin scratched his head as he sheepishly laughed, “It was a few days ago. My mate tried to stitch me up, but clearly, he failed spectacularly. The stitches tore today on a new job.” 

Maria tutted with a shake of her head but made no further comment as she readied the suture. Unfortunately, the silk was unruly with her gloves, and she was forced to unsheathe her hands, praying he wouldn't notice their state. Then she quickly stitched the gash across the back of his hand. She was so dexterous he hardly felt the sting of pain he was normally accustomed to. 

“Incredible,” he murmured, admiring her handiwork. “That’s quite a talent you have there. I may be needing more of your services.” 

“I’ll give my regards to my governess. After all, she's the one who taught me French Needlepoint,” Maria teased. Then she hurriedly reached for her gloves but froze when his hand gently encased hers. Her breathing hitched when he raised the back of her hand to his lips, his eyes gazing into hers. Her heart skipped a beat when he placed a soft kiss upon her bare and scabbed knuckles. 

“Thank you,” he breathed into her skin before releasing her hold. 

“Y-you’re welcome,” Maria barely managed to say. She nervously slipped her gloves back on, gathered her belongings, and stood to leave. “Have a good day Mr. Robin. And thank you for the salve.” 

She hurried out of Silverydew with a fluttering heart, entirely unaware of how intensely he studied her retreat.

Maria’s mind was occupied with thoughts of Robin her entire way home. Even the melancholic piano music that could already be heard outside the manor gates could not dampen her mood, but she wasn’t quite ready to go inside just yet. Instead, she headed to the stable to brush Periwinkle. It had quickly become her favorite pastime when she needed a place to settle her mind or heart. 

She searched all over the stables looking for her brush, but it was missing. “Digweed!” She called out. “Where is Periwinkle’s brush?” 

“It’ll be in the carriage house, apologies miss!” Digweed shouted from the garden. 

“Ahh, there you are!” Maria spotted the brush on the floor near the carriage wheel. She bent over to pick it up, then her heart dropped, the wheel also had a white streak. This development was enough to wipe her mind clear of Robin and send her into a sleepless night. 

The very next day, Maria approached Jane and asked her. “Is there a pattern to the De Noir’s robberies?”

“I’m not sure honestly. At times it does seem certain people are robbed more often, but I’ve never looked into it.” 

“Has the magistrate been a victim?”

“Yes, unfortunately.” 

“What about the farmer Mr. Smith?” She listed another who had a white streak on their carriage wheel.

“Yes, all the time. The poor man has lost much on his harvests.” 

“And Mr. Johnson?” Their carriages hadn’t had the white streak. 

“Now that you mention it, no. He’s one of the fortunate few who hasn't been robbed.” 

The next two days, Maria took her journal to work, and in her free time, cataloged all the carriages with the white streak. She concluded those that were painted, were the targets for robberies. 

This perplexed Maria. If her observations were correct, the De Noirs were purposefully targeting certain people. It was not random at all. This caused Maria to feel a wave of indignation. This would mean their robberies were no longer an act of survival, but of intentional harm. How dare they! 

She just knew she had to put a stop to this. That same evening, she went to the hardware shop and bought a pint of white paint and a paintbrush with all of her earnings. Then she waited. 

She waited at the outskirts of the woods until the sun had set and a crescent moon was high in the sky, and then she got to work. She went around every carriage and cart she could access and discretely marked a back wheel with the paint. 

She finished late into the night, exhausted, but proud of herself. She happily walked home and hid her paint in Periwinkle’s stall, before heading off to bed. 

It was a few days later that she was rewarded with the fruits of her labor. Rumors were circulating about, wondering if the De Noirs were beginning to soften their ways. A few times, carriages that had been stopped were released without a single item taken. That was all the confirmation Maria needed to know that the De Noirs were not acting randomly. There was a method behind their madness. They were targeting specific people, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

“You’re in a bright mood today,” Jane remarked. 

“Yes,” Maria said, scrubbing a stubborn stain on a coachman’s coat. “Yes, I believe I finally know what I am meant to do.” 

“Is that so?”

“Yes, but I can’t tell you just yet.”

…oOo… 

Robin wasn't one to visit Silveryday without reason. Due to its close association with the Merrwweathers, he could only ever go under disguise, and it was a massive inconvenience. 

But someone was thwarting his revenge. Which left him no choice. So, for the second time that week, he headed to Silverydew and straight to the hardware shop.

“Hello!” Robin called towards the back room. He didn't have to wait too long before a large burly and bearded man came out. 

“Yes, what can I do for you?”

“I need to know who’s purchased white paint in the last week or so.”

The shopkeeper was confused but told Robin all that he knew. Which unfortunately for him, wasn’t much. A customer's name wasn’t recorded unless the item was paid for in the form of credit. As a result, all he learned was that the shop had sold 10 cans of white paint, only three of which could be identifiable. 

“Thank you for your time,” Robin tossed him a coin. “I have a request though, keep note of who buys red paint.”

The only merit to visiting Silverydew was the possibility of running into the new laundry maid in town, and as luck would have it, he spotted her leaving the wash house with another maid. He frowned when he noticed that once again, she was wearing a very old dress. At one point it must have been a dark blue color, but it was now washed out to a greyish color. 

The long day had loosened her bun, and from beneath her old bonnet, curls bounced freely behind her. He watched her dry her hands on her apron, then slip on some silk gloves. 

Though she quickly learned the names of the townspeople, readily greeted them with a kind smile, and adapted to their customs, it was clear to anyone with a working brain that she was not a commoner. 

She held herself too proudly, behaved with a gracefulness that could only be taught, and spoke with words only seen in books or in sprawling cities like London. 

Even without those observations, she had admitted to having a governess and knowing French needlepoint. 

Robin followed from a distance, wondering who was to blame for the misfortune that forced her to break the softness of her hands with water and lye every day. 

When she finally parted from her friend, he snuck up to walk beside her and said, “Fancy seeing you here. It must be fate.” 

Maria nearly jumped out of her skin, then rolled her eyes in false annoyance. “Or perhaps simply the result of living in a small village.” 

“I take it you’ve lived in bigger, more crowded places?” he asked, adjusting his steps to match her pace.

 “Not a large city, but yes... Bigger than Silverydew,” she said, picking her words carefully. “How is your hand?”

“It's mended quite nicely.”

“Are you here for more sutures,” Maria said as she appraised his body, bringing about a sense of shyness he wasn't accustomed to. 

“Er- n-no,” he managed with an awkward cough. “Fortunately, no injuries today. My work has been slow recently.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Maria frowned, “So if it's not an injury, what brings you here?”

Robin smiled crookedly, “Business. Though, now that I have you here, there is something I’d like to ask. There are some interesting rumors floating about you...”

“Really?” Maria asked with amusement. “Pray tell, what is this information you've gathered.” 

“They say you’re a runaway bride. Some say you’re a witch. Others say you’re a noble who has eloped with a lowly hunter and is living in the forest. Hiding from your royal family with your husband.” 

Maria could not hold her laughter. She laughed like this was the funniest thing she’d heard since arriving at Moonacre. 

“Oh dear,” she managed in between breaths. “Please tell me where my rich family is so I can beg them to take me back! I’m weary of masquerading as a commoner!” 

“So, it’s not true then?” Robin asked. They had long exited Silverydew and were now walking down the gravel road towards the outskirts of the valley. 

“No,” Maria wheezed. “Unfortunately for me, none of that is true.” 

“And the bit about the husband–”

“--Especially the bit about the husband!” Maria cackled. “Oh, do forgive me for my uncouth behavior. I-I just can't help it. Out of all the lies!”

Robin had stopped and watched her with appreciation. “I’m relieved to hear that bit is also untrue.” 

His words sent a jolt through Maria’s body, immediately ending her fit of laughter. “A-And why would that be?”

“Well, as you know. The harvest festival is in a couple of weeks. If you’re unaccounted for, I’d love to be your escort. I heard there’s a circus coming this year. What do you say?”

“A circus! Oh, I’d love to go! But I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for you just yet. You see… My guardians are incredibly overbearing, so I doubt they’ll let me go. Can I let you know next time I see you?”

“I’ll keep you to your word,” he said. Then he leaned down near her shoulder and whispered, “And if they say no, I am talented in the art of sneaking about.”

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[lilliths-httyd-blog]

i went out dressed in a white shirt, a black skeleton-themed hawaiian shirt, black and white houndstooth-print leggings, wartortle socks, black faux leather ankle boots, a moon-shaped necklace and a black witch hat with a spiderweb-print veil today.

so basically i went to a hardware store dressed as a gay witch.

some old woman dressed in church clothes just about died when she saw me and my mum just about passed out from laughter when she saw the lady's expression. this woman genuinely looked like she'd just seen satan and was mentally preparing herself for the rapture.

then i saw some young kids and they were fucking terrified of me (good - i'll live rent free in their minds forever) and some middle aged women complimented my hat so that was nice. unfortunately we could not find the potato bags we were looking for so we have to hold off on growing those potatoes that sprouted in the depths of the kitchen drawer.

[angela-hartbreak]

October Vogue Review

{Note, how I do my Vogue reviews is that I don't really talk about every single picture or article I just love talking about standouts<3 please don't be mad if I didn't mention YOUR favorite picture, also I try to give both positive and negative but I HATEE BEING MEAN}

First off, as a Lady Gaga lover (Little monster here <3) UHH the cover is just lovely. I love anything this woman puts out. Also FUR!!!!! UGH TO DIE FOR. maybe it's feathers but 99.99% sure Miss Gaga was wearing some kinda fur in this!

Bella Hadid is looking STUNNING for Saint Laurent, maybe I'm biased because I am a true sucker for lace and leather together {wearing that combo rn lmao accidentally twinning} but overall in love. also petition for making black-on-black a thing again.

Again as I have been seeing--kitten heels galore.

Ok when I say I was gagged for Giorgio Armani I WAS GAGGED. LIKE almost dropped my latte. Don't ask why ok usually I hate clear shoes but just the way that this is photographed has me STUNNED still--ew clear shoes. And I love any black and blue combo.

I loved the Gabrielle perfume scent from chanel--would I buy it?? Maybe idk I have 3 perfume shelves as we speak.

I keep on seeing way more black outfits and I'm so thrilled, my fav example of this this issue was maybe the middle lady of MaxMara..... And I'm honestly shocked to say this because I'm a Michael kors hater until I die but that picture is looking gorgeous hun

Negative time. The ugg boots looked really ugly I'm sorry. I have a love-hate relationship with uggs but I just don't like this heavy platform I just don't think it looks good. Also not a huge fan of the dolce & Gabbana devotion Eau de parfum intense scent, such a shame I have been eyeing up this bottle for so so long and was honestly thinking about buying a bottle but honestly I just don't think it's worth it for me personally it's just not something I would wear everyday.

Tom Ford's eyewears little gold T's just being perfect

"Age on the runway" was just a sweet little read I genuinely enjoyed.

I personally kind of rediscovered my love of blush after finding out about the whole red blush trick used by the Victoria's secret angels but the coming up Rosy article just kind of just secured my love of it again and I finally am using blush again for like the first time in months.

The second Erdem releases this flower handle bag I might just need to snatch one up-- because this is like the first time I've genuinely like wanted a handbag becides my beloved coach I've been religiously using.

Odissi's pictures are gorgeous {I might have accidentally forced all of my non-vogue reading friends to look at it (they were hella confused) while I was in love}

I can't tell if I'm supposed to hate guess or not with all of these STUNNING STUNNING PICTURES 🤍🤍

Okay so Michael kors new pour femme perfume actually smells pretty good {I'm doing a very bad job at hating Michael kors right here} and the pour homme one smells like every other cologne ever I'm sorry.

Honestly I'm not really invested in any of these books this month in the section but maybe the night we lost him would actually be something I would pick up the rest of them I'm honestly not that intrigued by which is kind of heartbreaking for me because I usually love the book section of Vogue

Okay Lady Gaga's article--BASICALLY THE WHOLE REASON WHY I BOUGHT THIS MONTH'S ISSUE as fast as I could get my hands on it. The shape shifter part is so real and you know damn well I tried my hardest to look at all the looks brought up in this one because well MISS GAGA IS THE LOML. and I'm so so so happy she found someone I hope the very best for them both ahhh also her saying "I'm not ready to meet my husband" HAD ME on the floor.

I am a sucker for decades--so obviously I was obsessed with the article and the pictures for on with the shows. My favorite pictures were the 60's and the 80's personally. As someone who generally likes 2000s fashion personally I just wasn't the biggest fan of the picture for it no hate to anyone in the picture just wasn't my taste.

OK OK I WAS SO HAPPY FOR THE FALSE FRENCH CHIC GIRL THING ON PAGE 158 BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY THE REASON WHY I BOUGHT VOGUE LIKE OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS. I love the giant sunglasses with the cute little Veronica de piante jacket and I love any chanel two tones shoe. Also can we please just bring back cameras?? Like just physical cameras because oh my God their so cute and chic.

IN GENERAL 8.7/10 ISSUE HERE. Please feel free to disagree or share your own opinions down below I LOVE YAPPING ABOUT VOGUE

Xxx Angela Hartbreak

[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/716022354712690688/aegon-being-obsessed-with-a-bigger-woman-shes

When it’s time to greet everyone, he has the largest smile on his face thinking the lord is about to introduce his two daughters to him, one who he’s no idea the name of and his pretty angel with the most perfect squishy thighs, Alicent wanted him to find a woman to court as he’s passed the age of when he should’ve married and refused to marry Helaena, so he now has to find his own wife and he has to do it today. She thought he’d never and if he did it wouldn’t be for a good alliance it would be with the woman who has the longest legs or the first to offer to bed him, she thought she’d have to make an arrangement for him.

That is until it comes to greeting everyone and he has the widest smile on his face, cheeks red at the thought of meeting her instead of looking at her with longing in his eyes and when he saw one of the Lords make his way over but with only one of his daughters instead of two, only one girl instead of the two he should be meeting, instead of his sweet lady with the beautiful face and most ethereal womanly figure he’s ever seen. No instead it’s just her father and his snobby firstborn, so when he can’t see the second daughter coming towards him his face just falls.

All smiles and niceness vanished within milliseconds. He already chose his wife and she’s not here? You know he’d question where his second daughter is but the Lord didn’t want to introduce her as she isn’t what most men want she’s not the most attractive to men. He says so with a grimace probably insulting her but trying to hide it in his words, “Probably with the food my prince. She never strays too far from cakes I think you’d prefer her to stay there. My prince, my queen, this is my firstborn daughter..” his firstborn daughter laughing at his words while curtsying, but Aegon could not care less he’s just stone faced staring at them so she elaborates trying to explain more “My prince, my sister would prefer the food to the people, I assure you. She’s happy over there. Trust me her stomach shows for it.”

Aegon finds none of this funny. How’s it funny, he’s confused. She likes cake? So does he, he’s genuinely not understanding the humour right now, how’s it funny that she prefers food to people? He prefers food to people and he’d prefer if his second daughter was brought over so he could enjoy that food with her while she’s feeding it to him from her chest or he could just eat from her fingers sucking the cream and crumbs off, he isn’t fussy.

Well now he’s mad, he just has a dead eye look staring at them and it’s beginning to make them uncomfortable. Probably how his daughter would feel finding out she’s being mocked behind her back. He’s throwing a comment at them and leaving, “I once saw a whore like you in the brothels, no one wanted her, they said she was like a dry leather bag. Good day.” and he’s off.

!!!!!!!

I LOVE HIM!! I prefer food over people as well thank you very much hehe ;)

Alicent is apologising before gracefully running after Aegon whose on the search

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“Bye Mom!  I’ll see you later!” I shouted as I stepped out onto the driveway.  I closed the door behind me and gave it another tug just to check.  Sometimes it likes to slip back open at the most annoying of times, like when the nosey neighbor wants to know what’s cooking for dinner.  Coincidentally that very same neighbor was outside watering the same bush for far too long, gazing longingly into my living room.  I gave a half-hearted wave, nothing could dampen this day.  It was early morning, and a light summer breeze hung on the air as I hefted my two small bags into the trunk of my car.  I couldn’t help but smile, it was like everything was finally falling into place. 

I had never been a tremendously social person growing up.  It was difficult to find people with shared interest, or to make friends.  It didn’t help that my parents also scoffed at the idea of online friends, but honestly I have never found more genuine connections than in the small corners of chatrooms and forums.  I have never felt more accepted, and more understood, and that wasn’t something I could ever fully explain to them.

The car was hot when I got in, I could feel the dark leather sticking to the skin on my legs, threatening to fuse together like some experimental polymer.  I smiled again as I pulled out of the driveway.  Who would have thought that the people you meet online could turn out to be not only every bit as cool as you thought, but more?  My friends had invited me to a themed camping trip, and for the last week, it was all I could think about.  Even now as I embark on the journey, the excitement has not stilled.  It’s only grown more momentous, threatening to boil over until I drown in a sea of fulfilled childhood dreams. 

Every kid had something in their life that they wished could be fulfilled—some hot new toy, the erasure of a particularly embarrassing event, but me?  I just wanted friends.  Not the kind of friends that you walk past in the hallway and high-five, or the ones who only sit next to you in class and make jokes.  I wanted those storybook friends, the ones who stuck with you, the ones you trusted with your life.  The kind of friends that would wade through lava to get to you even though they knew they’d never make it.  I always just assumed those types of friendships were fantasy, but now I know better.  These guys are those friends to me.

Though the little lady in my phone said the drive was to be four hours long, I found that it actually passed quite quickly and much more pleasantly.  I drove most of the way with the windows down, closing them only when the smog of urban living began to smell like cancer.  As I left my town behind, and the concrete surfaces gave way to large rolling fields, I found that I was able to keep my windows down more and more getting drunk on the fresh air.  It was around noon when I reached the foothills, and about an hour after that when I was driving through narrow mountain roads with cliffs so steep that it looked like you were driving on the tops of the trees.  What an idyllic place for a camping trip.

The clock on my dashboard indicated that the drive had actually been a little longer than anticipated. The park sign loomed overhead as I pulled into the lot and saw my friends already mostly unpacked.  Jason noticed me pulling up as he hoisted his particularly large backpack onto his shoulders.  He gave a smile and a wave as I pulled into a space alongside his parent’s quite nice new Lexus.  A cacophony of greetings and pleasantries met me as I stepped outside, and we spent the better part of a half hour catching up and excitedly going over our plans for the week.  It was all more or less what we had been discussing over the past few days with the addition of hunting which caught me off guard.  I didn’t know how to hunt, and didn’t assume that was within the repertoire of my friends, but decided rather quickly that I was willing to give pretty much anything a shot.

The hike to the campsite took most of the afternoon.  I tried to pack light since I wasn’t sure what would be needed having never camped before.  Sleeping bags and tents had been provided for me, and the additional weight made me glad I packed the bare minimum.  Soon enough we had found a nice clearing in the woods and pitched our tents.  The sun was low on the horizon by the time we had a fire roaring, the crackling of the wood sent sparks flying upwards to mingle with the fireflies; and soon enough, the stars.  We had been talking jovially and laughing almost the entire afternoon, and my face was sore from the unfamiliar sensations of constant smiles.  Brian was the first to speak up after the laughter had died down.  There was a reason we were this far out in the woods.

“You guys feeling ready to let loose?” He asked with a grin.

The rest of the group nodded.  It was the first time in my life I felt comfortable enough with a group of people to share the truth of my double life.  If any of our past conversations weren’t evidence enough, a few of the others piped up and said the same.  I met Brian over on Reddit almost four years ago.  I’ll never forget the day he told me he was born a wolf.  I felt the same way, like there was something different inside me yearning to be let lose.  And that is why we came here, together, to escape the shame society had placed on our shoulders; and to exist as we had always wished.

“Well don’t all start changing at once,” laughed Paul as he got up.

I turned around to grab my larger bag which I had carefully propped up against the tree stump I was sitting on.  For a moment I was almost embarrassed at the amount of money I had spent on its contents, but I was comforted by the knowledge that in a few moments it will have all been proven worthwhile.  I tugged at the zippers and reached inside, and paused—my moment’s hesitation, borne from a primal fear that lay dormant in my DNA, was spurred on by a sudden wave of silence.  Did the fire go out?  It crackled once more, sending up a shower of sparks, shadows growing longer beneath it as the sun disappeared from the face of the earth.  I looked around at my friends, also silent, as if they too felt the sudden disembarkment of the light.  Paul twitched, and I held my breath as if he was going to say something, a hasty silent whisper of a bear in the woods, or perhaps a fellow camper stumbling on our mossy safe-haven.  He couldn’t say anything though, before his neck snapped.

I almost fell off the back of my stump in silent horror, a scream stuck in the recesses of my throat.  None of the others moved, or even turned their heads as Paul’s neck jutted out at unnatural angles.  Another sickening crack split the silence, drawing my attention to Jason whose jaw now hung open like a hollow cavern.  Then it accelerated, cracking and ripping surrounded me as the bones of my friends began to splinter and twist.  Sweat poured down my face as my heart pounded itself into oblivion, was I drugged?  I prayed desperately to wake up from this horror still in my bed on the morning of my departure.  Terror paralyzed me, but I wasn’t afraid for myself, I was afraid I was going to lose my best friends to a supernatural force beyond my reckoning.  I waited in agony for the first of my bones to splinter, but the moment never came.  Paul’s skin began to ripple and tear, dark molted shapes spilling out from the gaps and growing in a lumpy mass which covered his crippled frame.  It was happening to all of them.  As a reflex, I drew my bag up to cover myself as I realized that my friends weren’t dying.  The sounds of small creaks and splits continued as they began to stand, reaching high up into the trees, shifting their bulk onto unfamiliar feet as if atrophied from decades of sitting.  Six piercing bright eyes split the dark around me reflecting the glowing embers of the flames before them.  I shook, struggling to contain my ragged breaths as one of the creatures opened its mouth to reveal rows of massive teeth.  I was certain then, that the only thing my mom would lay to rest next week would be a couple of pale bones, picked clean.  The creature's jaw snapped shut with a crack, it stretched its arms to the sides with a series of small pops, and then reached up to the stars.

“Feels damn good to finally stretch out,” it said in Jason’s voice.

Then another one spoke, and it took me a moment to realize it was staring directly at me.  “Bro, what’s the hold up?  Nobody’s around, be one with the wolves.”  He grinned, showing off his own rows of pointy white teeth.

Still shaking, I began to drag myself to my feet. 

“W-What’s going on?” I asked cautiously.  For a moment I wondered if any sound even left my lips.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on’?” asked the one who sounded like Brian.  “We came here to be wolves without judgment, why are you standing around looking like you just shit yourself?”

I shrank back a little as he approached me, towering twice my height with fur rippling in the breeze.  Real fur. 

“I don’t-I didn’t-what…?” I stammered.

“Come on already, wolf-out dude,” Paul said from behind.

“Hold on a minute guys,” Brian chided, “what did you think was going to happen here?” he asked me.

“I thought…” I began, “I thought we were going to be wolves together," I said almost whispering.

“Yeah?  Is this not what you expected?  I mean, we were all pretty clear.”

My hands moved on their own and grasped the zippers on my bag.  In the silence of the night the sound of the parting plastic teeth only brought on more waves of self-consciousness.  My free hand reached in until it felt the soft reassurance of polyester fur, my eyes still locked on the behemoth in front of me.  Then, I let the bag fall to the ground, the object of my shame clutched in my grasp.  The others fell silent, and stared at the plush wolf head I held by my side.  Then they began to laugh.  They fell over on each other, rolling on the ground and howling into the night, the sound of ardent amusement bringing a rising heat to my face.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY” I shouted.

They quieted down and turned their attention back to me, and Brian muttered a quiet apology.

“Well?” Jason asked.

“Well what?” I snapped back.

“Aren’t you going to put it on?  We got wolf things to do here.”

So, yeah.  That’s the story of how I spent the best three weeks of my life running around in a fake wolf costume with three eight foot tall werewolves…scratch that…with my best friends, in the forests of the Pacific Northwest.  The only thing I could fear then was whether or not this mud would come out in the laundry. I mean, that's the thing about good friends, they destroy the true notion of fear and hold you up as one of their own.

You made very understanding friends online and they invited you to go camping. At sundown, you all reveal your true forms, you heard the horrifying sound of breaking bone and tearing skins as you friends transformed into 8ft tall werewolves, who are very confused about the fursuit you unpacked.

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[lennyalvarez]

lenny alvarez

Shinning light.

basic information

FULL NAME. elena marisol alvarez

NICKNAMES. lenny, len.

AGE. 34

OCCUPATION. owner and head chef of EDUARDO'S a puerto rican/american fusion restaurant.

HOMETOWN. bearcreek, pa

CURRENTLY LIVING. bearcreek, pa

RELIGION. raised catholic, but hasn't practiced in years.

EDUCATION. university of pennsylvania, undergrad + CCSF culinary school

LANGUAGES. english + spanish.

family background

PARENTS. eduardo & marisol alvarez.

SIBLINGS. lenny loves her sisters, and family as a whole but isn't particularly close with any of them. at family get togethers lenny is either found in the kitchen or entertaining her nieces and nephews.

PETS. just the neighborhood strays she feeds kitchen scraps to.

relationships

SEXUALITY. pansexual, homoromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. a very single pringle

PAST PARTNERS. rebecca, ex-wife.

physical appearance

HEIGHT. 5'6" - but she gives off tall lady vibes.

HAIR. dark brown and wavy, shoulder length.

EYES. brown

PIERCINGS. several ear piercings, though most have closed over the years because she can't be bothered to wear earrings outside of special occasions.

STYLE. her wardrobe consists mainly of button ups, blazers, and grey or black dress pants or ripped jeans and band tees. though she will wear a dress for the right occasion if her mother needles her enough.

ACCESSORIES. gold chain, leather messenger bag, a novel.

TATTOOS. a very small pair of intertwined scissors above her elbow she got in college with a couple of teammates after a particularly good softball season.

personality and favorites

LIKES. badass women, the supernatural, women's sports, trivia nights, cooking as a love language.

DISLIKES. losing, being vulnerable, sitting still for too long, people who don't respect her staff.

SLEEPING HABITS. she's a night owl who needs to be a morning person. lenny likes to think she doesn't require a lot of sleep to function and can often be found with some source of caffeine as a result.

FOOD. her abuela's arepas.

NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK. black coffee, but when her mom nags her about it she'll switch to green tea in the afternoons.

ALCOHOLIC DRINK. scotch

SEASON. fall

ANIMAL. crows

COLOR. black

SCENT. garlic cooking

wanted connections

FRIENDLY.

platonic soulmate - someone who just gets her, without words or explanations. a top tier friend, she would do anything for this person.

extrovert friend - this extrovert has adopted lenny, wether she likes it or not (she does, but will rarely admit it). they push her outside of her comfort zone, dragging her to trivia nights, escape rooms and gay bars and has become a welcome distraction when lenny starts to get too cerebral and introspective.

ROMANTIC.

favorite customer - what started as a professional professional business lady/customer relationship has blossomed into something more. there's an easy banter and flirtatious energy between them which scratches an itch lenny's not sure she's ready to scratch but ultimately is a connection that feels safe because she knows it will never go anywhere (even if she kind of sort of maybe wants it to.

the go to booty call - there used to be something real between them (maybe there still could be, if either were interested in putting in the effort) but what they lack in emotional intimacy they make up for in physical chemistry. they've been each other's plus one's to many occasions, run in the same friend group and genuinely enjoy each other's company. who are they hurting if they hook up from time to time when one or the other is feeling a little restless? nobody, probably.

exes - in an attempt to muscles through her divorce without falling prey to feelings and emotional overwhelm lenny may have been something of a serial dater when the divorce proceedings first started. she put in very little effort apart from the wooing stage and is less than proud of how she treated these suitors, she's working on it.

MISC.

colleagues - employees, fellow chefs/restauranteurs and business owners.

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