#Glamor Beauty Supply

[blackgirlslivingwell]

What Happened To Oakland Rapper Tan DaGod At Beauty Supply Store's Grand Opening?

Oakland rapper Tan Da God, real name Alliauna Green, was unalived during the grand opening of a new beauty supply store, Glamor Beauty Supply, on July 13.

The incident occurred after a dispute outside the store, where a man in a hoodie approached her and unalived her and injured another person.

[bombshellvana]

𝓋𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶’𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓀 🎀

reminiscing + victoria’s secret PINK back then vs. now ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

victoria’s secret PINK was the go to place w ur friends when y’all went shopping at the mall. every time i went to the mall back in middle school, i always made sure to stop there. i’ve always loved VS PINK. i always asked for victoria’s secret pink merchandise for my birthday or for christmas. it’s such a girly brand, however, it’s changed.

𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔

ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ

VS PINK had clothing that i feel was very unique from other brands. the clothing was really cute and girly. the fold over yoga pants, panties, tops, etc … it consisted of sequin, glitter, animal print, and so on.

ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

the body sprays, perfumes, lipglosses … the packaging was TOP TIER ! i’m gonna forever reminisce about the beauty rush lipglosses (although, that was more victoria’s secret.) the scents of the sprays, perfumes, lotions, etc smell so good, but the packaging made it 10x better. i miss when the packaging was in cursive and had patterns on them. i still have some of my old beauty products from VS PINK. i don’t use them, but i keep them and pretty much treat them as if they’re a souvenir. lol

ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ

do u all remember when VS PINK had school supplies such as notebooks, backpacks, etc ? what an era !!! i had a few VS PINK backpacks in middle and high school. i don’t have too much to say in this section other than the fact that the accessories and supplies were extremely cute. i also miss the cute tote/duffle bags.

ᴠꜱ ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴅᴏɢꜱ

this deserved its own section. the VS PINK dogs has to be the #1 souvenir of all souvenirs. i will NEVER get rid of mine ! i feel like they are so special. they were so cute and they had the glitter and animal print that i have spoken of already. i really hope they bring them back. this dog is their brand like seriously.

ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴠꜱꜰꜱ

i loved the fashion shows the most out of everything. my favorite fashion show will always be VSFS London 2014 <3. the last VSFS was in 2018. i was so devastated because the fashion shows were my childhood. however, i’m so glad i was able to experience them. the robes, lingerie, blowouts, makeup, bombshell curls, and overall sex appeal. all of those things shape who i am today ! i see that they’re bringing them back, and i hope it’s just as girly, flirty, and glamorous as they were back then.

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓋𝓈. 𝓃𝑜𝓌

it’s not as girly anymore. they got rid of all the things that represented who they were. this is a brand for the girly girls, and now it doesn’t seem like that’s the aim. if u want og VS PINK, u have to thrift it. they stopped making products like the ones shown above a long time ago and it still haunts me to this day. not only is it the simple fact that they got rid of these details, but in my opinion i feel like it’s not even pink anymore and w the store being called VS PINK, it’s crazy to me how every time i go in there to shop, i see neutral colors. a lot of the apparel now looks like things u would see in old navy. i’ve seen a bunch of beige, navy blue, etc. i honestly feel like they lost their glamour when the fashion shows ended back in 2018 and they made their brand more size inclusive, which isn’t a problem at all, but i hate the fact that they got rid of the glitz and glamour when they made that choice. i don’t understand why they couldn’t keep the same look. victoria’s secret however, so cute in there. my fav. ♡︎♡︎♡︎ so flirty and fun.

victoria’s secret >>> vs pink. <333

if u made it this far, give me a follow ! 💕

xx, vana amiah 💋

[m-jelly]

hello!

can i request a fic for levi with a professional latin dancer reader?

The way she moves.

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, professional Latin dancer reader, romance, fluff, being a couple.

You've been hired to dance in a romantic music video for a singer. Your wonderful lover comes along with you as support. Levi admires you as he works and makes sure you are well supplied with drink and food. He dotes on you when you rest and showers you with loving words and praise. There are parts of him that get a tiny bit jealous and possessive.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Levi held your bag as the famous singer greeted you and gushed over your work. Levi was so proud of you, as a professional Latin dancer, you were incredible to watch, so he wasn't surprised someone very famous was gushing over you. He thought you were the best and knew you loved him and he loved you, but sometimes he got a bit possessive when he saw how much some men fawned over you.

He moved closer to you and slipped his arm around. "Everything okay?"

You smiled and nodded. "All good. Just talking about the aim of the music video."

"Anything I can do?"

You kissed his cheek. "It's all good, my handsome man."

"I'm glad."

You smiled with pride. "This is incredible husband I was talking about. He's my rock. He's supported me through everything. He's a blessing."

The singer smiled. "Your wife talked all about you. She thinks the world of you."

Levi's cheeks burned as his heart raced. While he was getting a bit possessive and jealous that this singer was all over you, you were gushing about him. "I think the world of her. She's incredible."

You hugged Levi's side and kissed his cheek over and over. "Love you so much, my handsome man."

"Love you too."

The crew started moving around a bit faster and put things together. You were whisked away from Levi and put in a glamorous dress. Your hair was done and your makeup perfected. As Levi watched you he felt a little sad that so much make-up was put on you because your natural beauty was stunning, but that was normal for any music videos you did.

He took a seat and watched as met your dance partner, the music started and you moved with such beauty. The music was passionate and about possessive and deep love. Seeing the way you moved was arousing and captivating.

Levi had practised this dance with you countless times to help you get it just right. He loved helping you out and it was fun for him to see you do something you were passionate about. He supported you and was your number one fan, forever and always.

The way your hips moved and your legs flicked made his heart skip. Your body twisted so gracefully to the music. Your body bent and twirled. Your arms flowed along with different poses you moved your body into. It was like watching a love story unfold and at the centre of your heart and story was Levi.

Because Levi knew the dance well, he noticed when it was off and the other dancer was doing more than he should have. Levi felt a bit irritated when the other dancer ran his lips up your neck. He wanted to run over to you, but he knew he had to let you work, no matter how much it annoyed him.

You stopped the dance and talked to the team, you mentioned you felt uncomfortable with the extra moves and kisses. "This is about teasing and pure suggestion."

The director nodded. "She's right. We don't want any neck kisses or touches. We'll go again after retouches."

You hurried over to Levi. "Hey. Sorry, you had to see that. The dancing is intimate enough, but he just..." You sighed. "Anyway, did it look okay so far?"

"Looked amazing." He sat you on his lap and fed you water and a snack. "I love you so much and I'm so proud of you both."

"Thank you."

"Are your feet okay?"

You hummed. "Yeah, ache a bit. Just one last go and I should be good. I'm very good at doing takes."

He squeezed you. "Because you're cute and professional."

You giggled. "Thanks." You rose to your feet. "All right, one lest take. Kiss for luck?"

He kissed you and hummed. "Good luck."

It didn't take long for you to get back out in front of the camera and dance with all the passion in your heart. Levi enjoyed every moment of watching you, you were a dream. As soon as you were finished, you hurried right over to your husband.

Levi dropped his bag and ran over to you. He scooped you up into his arms. "No walking."

You frowned. "Why?"

"Your feet hurt because of the heels they made you wear."

"How did you know?"

He kissed you. "I saw you limping." He sat you down on a comfy seat before kneeling before you. He slipped your heels off and began massaging your feet. "They've rubbed you."

You looked at the marks. "Mm, you're right. It'll be okay though."

"I'll get you a nice hot bath going when we're home."

You cupped his face and pulled him closer. You kissed him and mewled in delight. "I love you."

"I love you always."

[stonedcoldfoxtarot]

Which 70’s era Diva do you embody?

From left to right:

Pile 1 Grace Jones -> Pile 2 Kate Bush

Pile 3 David Bowie -> Pile 4 Donna Summer

Pile 1

9oS, AoW, 9oW, 5oW rev, Fool, 3oW, 6oP, 6oC rev, AoC, AoS, Hierophant, 3oW (Star)

Pile 1, despite your outgoing personality, many people would be surprised to learn that you are actually very sensitive and shy. Nevertheless, your fun and loving nature draws people towards you everywhere you go. Here, The Hierophant signifies you may be a Taurus sun, moon or rising and that you tend to express your deep inner world by the way you style your hair and clothes, wear your jewelry or makeup and how you decorate your home. You are naturally creative and never in short supply of a gentle hand to hold onto or a shoulder to lean on when you come out of your shell. People want to know you and be in your presence, as you have an air of glamor about you.

Pile 1, many of you exhibit effortless beauty but you are best known for your kindness and generosity towards others. As you age, your volunteer work and philanthropic efforts may make you a well-known figure in your community; having been through difficult times yourself you give without expecting anything in return. You may have had a rough childhood which motivates you to prevent others from experiencing similar struggles. In fact, your kindness and authenticity is what truly makes you a star in the eyes of many.

And although you may exhibit Diva-like qualities from time to time, you pride yourself on being able to maintain your composure in almost any situation. You also don't allow anyone to take advantage of you and would consider yourself a great judge of character. Many of you can easily identify insincerity and won't hesitate to speak up or call someone out when you feel it’s necessary. On top of that, you are a visionary and forward thinker who uses their creativity to bring in abundance and wealth in all areas of your life. Because of this many people admire and look up to you and you take that responsibility seriously. Pile 1, you possess true star power.

The Diva you embody is the one and only, Cher. Learn more about her incredible life and career, here.

Pile 2

3oP, Tower, Wheel of Fortune, Judgement, 10oP, 6oW, 7oC, 5oW, 9oP, QoS (KoC)

Those of you who chose Pile 2 may have recently left a job or group dynamic to pursue a solo adventure or career, possibly causing a sudden upheaval on your way out the door. However, you didn’t mind the fallout because you now know you were put on this earth for a reason and you will not let anything or anyone stop you from claiming what’s yours in this lifetime. In fact, those who know you Pile 2, would say you dream big but they also say you have the work ethic and talent to back it up. When it's time to take on the competition or show your skills you come alive, blowing others away with the magnitude of power you possess when you’re in your zone. You could have multiple hidden talents especially when it comes to the performing arts or anything pertaining to the written word such as poetry and storytelling, or you may just be highly skilled in many different areas of your life. Whatever your skills, you know you are super talented and have what it takes to go the distance.

At times, because you have numerous talents and capabilities, you might feel paralyzed by the illusion of choice when it comes to your career which can cause you act less quickly and decisively as you normally would. However, once you do make a decision you become ruthless in pursuing your goals to the point where others know to not even bother competing. Additionally, you possess a sharpness and quick wit that some may easily interpret as sly or even cunning, but like most Divas, you mostly prefer the term "strategic." And despite your sharp edges, you also know when to handle people with a sensitive and caring touch, not to manipulate them, but because you genuinely like them enough to show your softer side. As Shrek said, "Ogres [read: Divas] are like onions...We both have layers."

The Diva you embody is Stevie Nicks. Read more about the mystically powerful breakout star of Fleetwood Mac, here.

Pile 3

Sun, 5oC, 9oC, 9oP, QoP, 7oS, Emperor, AoS, 10oS, 7oW, 7oP rev, 4oC (Empress)

If you chose Pile 3, you may be a natural performer who has been on a stage or the center of attention in all of your friend and family groups since you were very young. A lot of you have always felt you were born to stand out…and you are absolutely right! Because of this, you have always held your dreams close to you and worn your heart on your sleeve which makes others want to cheer you on and do anything to see you win. Many people admire your fearlessness and think it’s quite brave and refreshing how you say what you mean and mean what you say. You hold nothing back and it’s why many are drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

You possess a lot of natural charisma, Pile 3, however many of you may have also suffered a lot of losses or setbacks early on in your personal life or career before getting to where you are today. If this is the case, many of you are now either doing well in your careers or well on your way to the top. Your bounce back is always bigger than your setback.

For some of you, there may be some things you’ve done in your past that you are not 100% proud of but at that time you might have felt that you were simply doing what needed to be done. Even though you have a pure and generous spirit and have never deliberately set out to hurt or use others, at the same time you acknowledge you are only human and mistakes happen sometimes. Regardless, you own up to your shortcomings and you are not afraid to be honest and forthcoming about your actions. You are quick to apologize and make things right as you never forget others on your way to the top. If you can, you prefer to bring those you care for alongside with you.

On top of your loving nature, for many of you your ability to be an open book and never let the words or opinions of others bother you is absolutely endearing to everyone you meet. People love that you live your life for yourself, and admire the fact that you are the true embodiment of a Divine Feminine (or masculine). But you don’t let all the praise and attention go to your head. In fact, because you’re so authentic you would be the first to admit you may not always be great with day-to-day worries, commitments or responsibilities because you prefer to focus on the bigger picture. However, rest assured people still love you despite your inability to sometimes come back down to earth with the rest of us😇

The Diva you embody is Dolly Parton. Learn more about the beloved country music star, even by those who hate country music, here.

Pile 4

5oW, 8oC, 2oS, 6oC, Hanged Man, 2oP rev, 2oC, Judgement, Strength, 7oP (KoP)

For many of you, your life story is (or will be) what juicy memoirs and award-winning biopics are made of. You have lived quite a life and have been through the ringer more than once, even if you're still young. And although some of your circumstances have been outside your control, there may have been times when you acted as the dynamite in your own life by possibly letting your temper get the best of you. However, you never let your dynamic emotions get too out of control for too long, preferring instead to channel any negative emotions back into your work. In the past you may have even found strength and creative inspiration during some of the lowest or darkest moments of your life.

On top of your fiery temper, Pile 4, you may the type who finds it hard to walk away from toxic or unfulfilling romantic relationships, even when you know damn well you should. You might deflect when people bring this trait to your attention however, using your ability to love others rather deeply as an excuse for selling yourself short. As a defense mechanism, some of you may attempt to come across to the world as tough and exacting but deep down you are a hopeless romantic at heart and those who sense this may sometimes try to take advantage of you. Some of you may even be dealing with or have recently walked away from someone you had an on-again-off-again connection with due to them never being able to fully give you what you want, as they were too focused on building an empire for themselves instead of a life for the both of you. If this resonates, know that you made the right choice by walking away, as this person was nothing more than a distraction from your goals.

Here, the strength card speaks to one of your greatest star qualities, your inner and outer strength and fortitude. People really admire how you stand strong in your convictions even if you end up standing alone. In extreme circumstances you can even display a bit of stubbornness but being the Diva that you are, you view it as being fiercely determined and ready to win at all costs. When others give up, you stand strong. I’m hearing the lyrics “You’re simply the best. Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I’ve ever met.” from The Best by Tina Turner. Pile 3, you set a great example for others that hard work and never giving up on your dreams really does pay off in the end.

The Diva you embody is Gloria Gaynor. Learn more about the inspiration to her greatest hit, I Will Survive, here.

Thanks for reading🔮✨

© 2023 stonedcoldfoxtarot. All rights reserved. Please do not copy, translate, edit or redistribute.

[nocturnalcharm]

Famous (Shadowheart x Fem!Tav)

𐙚 prompt: shadowheart and tav travel together after the nautiloid crash. after finally finding some other companions, shadowheart finds out tav is a famous bard. 𐙚 cw: fast paced relationship lol, nautiloid trauma, events changed a bit (wyll knows karlach isn’t evil), brief fights 𐙚 a/n: ty for the req <3 hope i did it justice! i’m so awk w ending fics so ahhhdhdhfhdh ok bye

18+ blog!! you are responsible for your own media consumption. if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, do not proceed.

You felt the warm sun and sand on your body, but this wasn't a tropical vacation. This was a nightmare. As you came to, you remember all of the details, the nautiloid, the tadpole… the crash. You opened your eyes slowly, and rose to your feet.

Patting yourself down, you didn’t see or feel any injuries. You inspected your hands, making sure nothing was broken or bruised. It felt silly, almost. You could’ve been severely injured, or dead even, but you wanted to make sure your hands were fine, to make sure you could still play your lute.

You had somehow landed safely on the beach. Looking around, you see another girl. A beautiful girl. You don’t recognize her from the ship, but could only assume that’s why she was laying in the sand, unmoving.

You ran over towards her and shook her slightly to wake her. “Please, wake up.”

After a few moments, she jolted awake, just as confused as you.

“How- How are we alive?” She says, hesitantly, as if she’s nervous that her voice won’t make it out of her throat.

“Not sure. Not sure I care, though.” You laugh, lightly.

She huffs with a smile, before turning to you, “Are you okay? Are you injured?”

“No. Perfectly fine. Are you? Do you feel any pain?” You worry.

“I’m.. fine. I think. As fine as I can be, with this wretched thing in my head.” She pushes herself off the ground, “Alright, let’s go.” She's dusting the sand off her clothes.

“You want to stay together? Um—”

“Shadowheart. And of course. It’s a smart idea, after everything that’s happened, don’t you think…”

“Tav.”

She smirks. “We could both use the company while we try to find a way to get these things out of our heads.”

You hid your blush, hoping she would assume it was just a stress-induced rash. “Yeah. Good idea.”

Both of you scrounge around to find supplies, unsure if there were any settlements nearby. By the time you had gathered enough food and found some weapons, it was dark. You still had yet to run into anyone else, only the dead bodies strewn about.

“Do you want to sleep now or keep trekking on?” You asked. It was obvious that she was the leader in this situation, but you didn’t mind. She had more of a rational head on her shoulders.

You two hadn’t really ventured far from the crash, just followed the coastline a bit. Possibly because you were expecting people to come investigate the ship, rescue you.

“Let’s lay down. We’ll find a camp tomorrow, hopefully. But we should rest.”

You agree, laying out the two bedrolls you found earlier. The gentle waves crashing on the sand made you feel a little more at peace.

“So, tell me your story.” Shadowheart inquires, with a smile.

“What do you want to know?” You secretly hoped she didn’t know who you were. You were a pretty famous bard, and lots of times it meant people were insincere towards you, or fantasized about you, leaving you with empty relationships.

“What do you do? Who is ‘Tav’?” She smirked again. You could tell she really didn’t know you, and that made your heart flutter with the possibility of a genuine connection, not disguised by the glamor of fame.

“Hm. Well, I’m from Baldur’s Gate. I live with my Godfather.” She didn’t need to know your Godfather was Duke Ravengard. “I’m a bard… Not sure what else there is to know.” You laughed, awkwardly. “Tell me about you.”

She goes into brief detail about her life, just about as much detail as you did. You can’t help but smile while she talks. She was so breathtaking, so interesting.

You didn’t even realize how close you two were, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It made your breath stop in your throat. Despite your status in Baldur’s Gate, you had never had a relationship with someone before. You were so cautious around anyone you liked, worried the link between you was artificial.

Before you could say anything else, she was leaning in. She grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in softly. Your lips touch hesitantly, only for a moment, before she pulled away.

“I’m sorry!” She stands up from her spot and starts to walk away, pacing around. “I don’t know why I did that!”

“Shadowheart!” You shout, to get her attention, and stop her from rambling further. “It’s fine. I.. liked it.” You started drawing in the sand, embarrassed of your admittance.

“You did?”

“Did you?” You ask, ignoring her question.

“Yes. I just didn’t know if it was too soon. We’ve just met.” She sits back down next to you.

“Yeah, and in the next five minutes we could turn into mind flayers. I don’t know if I care about the appropriate length of time to wait before kissing someone.” You joke, earning a laugh from her.

“I suppose you're right.”

“We should probably sleep, though. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.” You worried for a moment about your future, before pushing it out of your mind completely.

You lay on your bedroll, watching Shadowheart. She pushes her bedroll right up to yours. You roll over to face her, and you two end up staring at each other, studying the details of the others face.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispers.

***

You wake up, but don’t open your eyes. You’re listening to the sound of the water, and the wind breeze through the tall, rustling mergrass. Once you do open your eyes, you see Shadowheart, already awake. She was sitting up, looking at you, with a soft smile upon her lips.

“Good morning.”

Her simple words cause you to blush. “G’Morning.” You mumbled, sitting up, “What’s the plan for today?”

“Find a camp, find other survivors, find a healer.” She helps you up, then wraps up your bedroll for you.

You just nod, still tired. You pack up the few things you found the day before, but as you start to head out, you hear something behind you, coming from the area of the crash. You look over at Shadowheart, panic in your eyes, not wanting another fight.

“Behind me.” She commands.

You do as she says, grabbing the long sword you had found on someone’s body yesterday. As you do, a few goblins come around the corner, ready to attack.

Shadowheart hurls a fire bolt at the old barrel next to them, instantly wiping out three. With only one left, you ran over, and in an instant, raised your sword high and slammed it back down, piercing the goblin through his chest

“Are you okay?” Shadowheart ran over to you.

“Fine. Let’s just get going before there’s more.”

She nods, taking a deep breath and continuing her walk. You lock your arm with hers, keeping close by her side.

“So, you said you're a bard?” She asks, attempting to lighten the mood, “Do you play the lute?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you good?” She inquires, seriously.

“I’d like to think so.” You laugh. If only she knew…

“Maybe, you can play for me sometime.” She flirts.

“I’d like that.” You blush.

You both venture farther than you did the previous day. Eventually, you see a path to follow. Assuming it took you somewhere good, you decide to follow it. You and Shadowheart took turns, telling stories from before the nautiloid, about your lives; indulging each other. It was so obvious both of you were smitten from the moment you laid eyes on each other.

Continuing down the path, over a river, and through some shrubbery, you eventually see a man. He was tall, with braided hair…

“Wyll!” You shout, absentmindedly dropping Shadowheart’s hand and running to him.

“Tav?”

You hug him tightly, “M’fine! Oh my Gods! I can’t believe it!” You pull away to look over at Shadowheart, clearly confused.

“Shadowheart, this is Wyll. Our families have known each other for years! We can trust him.”

Her protective demeanor fizzles away as she sees he’s not a threat… To your lives or the possible budding romance.

She nods as a greeting, and he waves.

“I found Shadowheart after the crash. We stayed together last night. Wait, you do know about the crash, right?” You ask him.

“I did. Are you okay? Were you on the ship?” He asks you both.

He didn’t seem to know about the tadpoles. And since you weren’t sprouting tentacles from your chin, you decided to just leave it for now. “Yes. But soon, we’ll need a healer.”

“Alright. I’m actually heading out now, but there’s a camp right over there, past the wall. The guards should let you in—”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to find someone— a friend. You’re welcome to join.”

You turn to Shadowheart. She hesitates before saying, “We’ll come.”

You knew Wyll wouldn’t say anything about your musical activities. He knew you liked to just be ‘normal’ sometimes, so he wouldn’t bother to bring it up.

“So, who are we searching for?” Shadowheart asks.

“Tiefling named Karlach. She’s tall, got one horn.”

“And why are we searching for her?” She retorts.

“That’s a long story.” He voices, clearly not wanting to go into details.

You grabbed Shadowheart’s hand again, following Wyll.

***

“Fork in the road.” Wyll announces, “You two go North. I’ll take the long way ‘round and meet you up there.”

“Ay Ay, Captain.” You salute him, jokingly, and follow the dirt path up North.

You trudge up the hill, looking around for a one-horned tiefling. Shadowheart was the one leading the way, so you just followed. She held your hand steadily as you crossed over a river, ensuring you didn’t fall, but she stopped right in her tracks.

“Tav, look.” She nodded over to a secluded little spot, with a red tiefling in the middle of it. She continues to approach her; The tiefling not even noticing. “Karlach?” She calls out, cautiously.

She looks up quickly, “Hello?”

“Hi. We’re with Wyll. He’s trying to find you.”

“Oh, thank Gods! I tried searching for his camp but couldn’t find it!” She grabs her bag that was previously on the ground. “Let’s get to it, then. I’m Karlach— but you already knew that.”

“My name is Shadowheart, and this is Tav—”

She is cut off by Karlach’s squeak.

“Oh my Gods! It’s Tav! The Tav! It’s really you!” She is so giddy, practicing up and down.

“Oh. Heh..” You blush heavily, glancing over at Shadowheart to see her reaction. “Yes. That’s me! It’s nice to meet you, Karlach.” You give her a big grin, not wanting to come across as rude or unappreciative of her clear admiration for you.

“I can’t believe it!” She gushes.

At this point, you hear someone approach you from behind, peaking over, you see Wyll.

“Wyll! You didn’t tell me you know the Tav!”

“I guess it just never came up.” He looks at you with apologetic eyes, and you smile a forgiving smile. “Let’s get headed back to the camp.. before the goblins hear you screeching.” He jokes with Karlach, and they start the journey before you and Shadowheart.

Once you’re alone with her, she immediately asks, “What was all that about?” She didn't seem angry, just confused.

“Well. I told you I’m a bard.. I just left out the ‘famous’ part..”

“Famous? You’re a famous bard?”

“Yeah, sort of…”

“Oh my Gods…” She was silent for a bit. “You let me blabber on about wanting you to play for me! And asking if you’re any good! I can’t believe you let me make a fool of myself!” She playfully slaps your arm.

“I’m sorry. I hope you aren’t upset with me.. Most people try to take advantage of me the second they find out. I just didn’t want that to happen again. I really like you.”

“I really like you, too.” She reiterated. “A lot. I would never do anything to hurt you, or make you uncomfortable. I know we’ve really only just met, but I mean it.”

The grin plastered on your face couldn’t get any bigger. “That means a lot.”

“Now, c’mon. Let’s follow them to the camp.”

[violetduchess]

Mermaid Headcanons

Summary: General Headcanons of obey me! Characters as mermaids.

Note: Surprise it's Mermay. Enjoy this piece of fiction free of charge. Also feel free to just pop on by my inbox, I don't bite.🙃

In this AU, the characters from Obey Me! are mermaids who live in the vast underwater kingdom of the Reefdom. Each character has their own unique set of traits and abilities that make them well-suited to life in the ocean depths.

1. Diavolo - As the prince of the Devildom, Diavolo is the most powerful mermaid in the kingdom. He has the ability to control the tides and summon powerful storms, making him a force to be reckoned with. Despite his immense power, Diavolo is kind and gentle to those around him, and always puts the needs of his subjects first.

2. Barbatos - As a mer who specializes in divination and prophecy, Barbatos is known throughout the Devildom for his ability to see the future. He can predict upcoming events with incredible accuracy, and is often sought out for advice and guidance by his fellow mermaids. Despite his intense focus on his craft, Barbatos is also a talented musician, and often plays haunting melodies on his harp.

3. Lucifer - As the eldest brother of the demon brothers, Lucifer is a stern and disciplined mermaid who commands respect from all who know him. He is a skilled warrior and strategist, and is always ready to defend his kingdom against any threats. Despite his tough exterior, Lucifer is fiercely protective of those he cares about, and will do anything to keep them safe.

4. Mammon - As the mermaid who oversees the kingdom's treasures, Mammon is an expert in all things valuable and precious. He has an uncanny ability to locate hidden treasures and rare artifacts, and is often called upon to appraise items of great worth. Mammon is also a talented trader and negotiator, and can haggle with the best of them.

5. Leviathan - As the mermaid who oversees the kingdom's technology, Leviathan is a genius inventor who is always creating new gadgets and devices. He has a particular interest in video games and anime, and often incorporates elements from them into his inventions. Despite his love of technology, Leviathan is also a talented artist and writer, and spends much of his free time creating fanfiction and fanart.

6. Satan - As the mermaid who oversees the kingdom's library, Satan is a master of knowledge and learning. He is an expert in all areas of scholarship, and is always happy to share his vast knowledge with those who seek it. Satan is also a skilled storyteller, and often regales his fellow mermaids with tales from ancient history and folklore.

7. Asmodeus - As the mermaid who oversees the kingdom's beauty and fashion, Asmodeus is a glamorous and stylish mermaid who always looks his best. He has an eye for fashion and design, and is always up-to-date on the latest trends. Asmodeus is also a gifted dancer and performer, and often puts on shows for his fellow mermaids.

8. Beelzebub - As the mermaid who oversees the kingdom's food supply, Beelzebub is a talented chef who can whip up a delicious meal from even the most basic ingredients. He is always experimenting with new recipes and flavors, and is constantly in search of the perfect dish. Beelzebub is also a skilled fisherman, and often goes out to sea to catch fresh fish for his meals.

9. Belphegor - As the youngest brother of the demon brothers, Belphegor is a laid-back and easygoing mermaid who loves nothing more than sleeping. He can often be found napping in his cozy bed of seaweed, and is always up for a good nap. Despite his lazy tendencies, Belphegor is also a skilled healer, and can use magic to help those in need.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[consistentlycasuallycombusting]

Please reblog. Though it is no longer NEDA week the rise of thinspo and eating disorders in general is massively concerning, as such because I have a decent following in reblogging this image and report

Massive trigger warnings for death/gore/bulimia/eating disorders

Before the photo here is the autopsy report:

Death due to neurogenic shock following gastric rupture in an anorexia nervosa patient*

"Take notice of her position, the discoloring of her limbs and her stomach.

She was 19 and had anorexia and bulimia for 5 years.

Died at 5' 1" (…) and … lbs (….) after her stomach ripped after eating … (pic of stomach contents) of food.

Case notes:

She was in full rigor mortis - which is present from 12-72 hours. The bruises set the time frame at around 8+ hours.

Her eyes had clouded, which happens at progressively from about 2 -4 hours on.

If you look really closely at her stomach, you can see a greenish tint, which is a typical sign of her internal organs decaying - called livor mortis. I think this process may have been accelerated as her insides were digested since it normally takes a few days to set in.

The bruises called for the autopsy. Because of her position when her stomach exploded, it spilled all its contents into her body cavity. The blood and food settled around her anus and vagina and caused what looked like "fresh bruises." So to rule out sexual [assault, etc.], they had to autopsy.

When they did the autopsy, they found that her stomach had been extended from where your ribs meet each other all the way to her pubic bone, right behind that pad of fat above the genitals (mons pubis). And her stomach had a large rip in it...

She also had some other abnormalities going on. Her heart was small and displayed typical characteristics of a starving heart - destroyed muscles and dead immune cells (lipofuscin bodies).

Her brain had swelled, my guess due to the massive increase in blood flow after her stomach ruptured - it had started to squeeze out her skull before she died.

She also had evidence of focal pneumonia in her lungs - not really surprising as starvation hurts the immune response to viruses.

Like a typical binger, her stomach was dying before it ripped. What I mean is that every time we binge our stomachs expand, if they expand far enough, the vessels supplying them blood are crushed - cutting off the blood supply to that area, killing the tissue. That area is weakened and the next binge of that caliber becomes more dangerous. Purging just adds fuel to the fire by increasing stomach pressure above and beyond the natural level.

But believe it or not the ruptured stomach didn't kill her. A natural reaction did.

When the stomach exploded, her body responded with a typical immune reaction. It dilated her blood vessels, her blood pressure dropped, she blacked out, and her heart slowed down and stopped. They also did a tox screen and found nothing. Potassium levels are obviously of no use as when you die potassium leaks out of your cells.

"...her stomach ripped after eating (…) liters [picture above] of food."

Another things to note about this. Back in the 1800s, they determined that the stomach should only be able to hold 4 liters of stuff (by filling corpses). To surpass this, we have to adapt our stomach sizes - resulting in gastric dilatation.

Ruptures via overfilling the stomach appear along the lesser curvature of the stomach, whereas vomiting induced ruptures normally occur along the greater curvature and fundus (the top of the stomach) - it's unusual that her stomach ripped how it did, right down the front.

Apart from the intellectual value of the report it does illustrate an important point - the endpoint of these diseases is very ugly.

There is no glamour or beauty spending your last living moments over a toilet”

That is the reality of an eating disorder, please please please do not ever glamorize it. That’s what death with one looks like for many, and any sort of “thin enough” mental rhetoric is lying, the end goal of the eating disorder, no matter what it says is death. Wether that’s by your own hand or a suffering body that’s the end, please please please seek help if you are suffering

Links: https://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org

Photo below:

[moonlight-tmd]

Hello! A huge Blitzbee fan and a huge fan of your work here! What about a date after one of them had an exhausting day at work, and the other went all out glamorously for the date? I’m talking roses and lights and all that. Hehe ^^

Hello and thank you! I'm glad to hear you like the stuff i make <3

I wrote a similar thing about Blitz being all lovey dovey when Bee came to a meeting exhaused on my AO3 BlitzBee week but now i'm thinking what would Bee do when Blitz came back more and more tired from the constant work Megs and Lugnut give him...

I suppose Lugnut threw his work on Blitzwing, so he was stuck organizing and carrying supplies to the magazines all days long while Lugnut praised their Lord with an excuse of "discussing strategy plans with him". Bee understood that even a strong mech like Blitzwing can get tired and worn out so he planned a little something for their next meeting...

The next time Blitzwing flew out all tired to meet up with Bee he didn't see him when he landed by the warehouse. Instead, there was a note saying "Come inside~" with a heart drawn attached to the door. So Blitz took the note and entered their hideout. It was dark, all the lights have been turned off and the windows were covered. Only a moment after he called Bee's name the light turned on- or rather all the fairy lights haging from the walls and support beams of the building, all white, pink and magenta. There was other dimly lit decor and in the middle of the room on the floor was a big spread out rest area with electric candles surrounding it, he could see and smell incense on the crates placed nearby with dark sheets on them and bowls of various snacks sitting there just waiting to be eaten.

He was far too stunned to notice Bee creep up behind him and greet his beloved. Bumblebee was all shiny and had those silky blue ribbons wrapped around his horns, neck, arms and thighs. He had that adoring look on his face. A truly beautiful sight for Blitzwing.

He said he knew Blitz was doing one heck of a tough job and wanted to make their night a bit more pleasant for him. Blitzwing though he wanted them to interface but Bee only laughed and said not everything is about interfacing. Tonight was Blitz's night to relax.

Bee grabbed his sparkmate's servo and guided him to lay on the big pile of blankets and pillows. He made Blitz use his thighs as a pillow and pet his helm while also feeding him the fancy snacks he somehow got his servos on. Then he made Blitzwing lay on his chassis and went to massage his back plates.

The amount of stress and tension he had to knead out from there was making his own servos hurt but he never said a thing, he only sat there praising his beloved while listening to his moans of pleasure and relief. Bee brought special oils to rub into Blitz's metal to help with the stress, they all smelled good so he used different ones in different areas, he left the best one for his wings since he knew how much tension got in those struts after heavy duty work.

It was amazing. Bee assumed Blitzwing must have fallen into recharge when he was caressing his back to relax after the intense part of the massage. Blitz looked so peaceful, Bee was very happy that he helped his beloved, the spa night was a success. While petting Blitz's back he leaned down and whispered the word of love to him, how much he meant to him and that he'll always be there for him no matter what. He whispered how much his life got better since they met and that he'll never leave his side. Blitz was everything to him and he would do anything to keep them both happy. Bee gave him a kiss on the helm before he carefully squeezed himself under Blitz's arm to snuggle and recharge himself...

...What he didn't know is that Blitz wasn't recharging at all and trying his best not to burst out crying while Bee said all those things. Once Bee was in recharge he started quietly crying and hugged him as close as possible. Bee really went the whole world distance and beyond to make him feel like the luckiest mech alive. He never told Bee he heard his confession but he kept it in his Spark forever.

And of course, he did make Bee scream his name in the morning. Bee prettied himself up just for Blitzwing and it truly was doing things to him the whole time he saw the scout. A relaxing night followed by a passionate morning was something he never knew he needed. Shame they both had to leave so soon, but well... they could always reapeat that when they have more time~.

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CHAPTER 4: Edelweiss WORD COUNT: 6.3k TAGS: Slow Romance, Business Partners to Lovers, Awkward Flirting, Romantic Tension, Sexual Tension, this is going to be so sappy and delicious prepare yourselves, Original Character(s), Reader Has A Name, Politics, Eventual Smut.

Aveline packs with a hurried nature, worried and completely unrelenting. André had attempted to speak with her, but the girl seemed to be in such a disarray that even his calming voice could do nothing to appease her. 

She felt her hands shaking from the nerves. Why am I feeling like this? She mutters to herself. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Her mind supplies other thoughts regardless, a snide thought appearing ‘other than prying and judgemental eyes of nobility’. The noble realm amongst the Wizard King has been known for its beauty. The glamor and the life of all those who were able to reside there; it felt unreachable. A world way beyond her knowledge. It felt unfair to leave behind everyone else. 

What were the others of the remaining realms supposed to do? Just live in a life of squalor with no support. Even Magic Knights were known for their haughty behavior and one track minds. Refusing to even stop aside to help anyone in need, even the old beggar woman here would still receive the same benefits and care if she were to walk into Floras. 

Maybe I am beside myself, Aveline thinks. She chews on her bottom lip in thought, it’s not really who she is going with is the problem, it’s the arrival. It’s the seeing of others who will look down on her simply from where she is from. 

She’s contemplative the moment she meets up with Vangeance by the station. 

He smiles at her, warm and soft like he’s always been greeting her. It makes her heart flutter. She shifts her things around. 

“Did you need some help?” He offers, reflexively going to grab the satchel while she drags the rest of her trunk beside her. 

“Thank you,” she mutters softly, feeling bashful at the close proximity. It should be second nature, but something about this moment seems more charged than usual. She had already been around him more than enough since his time here. He’s not typically one to not be close. He’s always near, always beside her. It made her stomach clench. 

“You’ll be staying in a manor beside my own,” he mentions offhandedly to her. Aveline jolts at that, eyeing him curiously. 

“What? I figured I would be staying at an Inn, one not too far from Clover.” 

Vangeance shakes his head, completely resolute. “Absolutely not, you’re company and a guest. You deserve somewhere near.” 

He wished to say “near me”, but he knew better than to say such a thing. He had to stop himself from doing so. It felt odd to even feel such a strong term wishing to come forth. Near me? When had he ever felt worried if she ever strayed too far. It made his heart resound deeply in his chest. It could be the overwhelming urge to protect her. He did promise Andrè he would be looking after her. It’s a promise he’s willing to keep. For as long as all this is done. 

William frowns at the thought. When she does go back what will become of him? He turns away, murmuring about getting his 

Aveline nods, swallowing dryly. What could he mean by that? What more is there between two simple people working together on flower arranging. 

This should be good. This is all about business. Aveline gets to broaden her horizons. 

She has to keep telling herself this. 

When they finally arrived at the outskirts of the noble realm, they were able to trek towards the inner part of the city. Its looming walls had a certain sparkle and high class look to it. Aveline could only stare in awe. William would’ve used Langris’ spatial magic, but he had to reside on the broomstick to fly near Clover. He decided not to think too hard on the way Aveline had held onto him, her fingers gripping his uniform had the heat rush to his head again. He needed to not think about it. 

William had spoken to Langris once they arrived, the young vice captain had apologized for his absence. William waved him off, not wanting him to feel a certain way about it. Langris had even offered to lend his regards to Aveline. He had muttered about wanting to redeem himself and instead never to follow Alecdora ever again. Really, his men were just the ones to always be irate with something. He hopes Aveline never has to encounter them like that, and he will definitely not be leaving her alone with their thorns. 

They had a tendency to become completely vain when in the presence of others. It seemed to be more like a defense mechanism for Langris. Alecdora was just horribly loyal to a fault. William knew this. 

“You seem pensive today, sir?” Aveline says, her small smile she greeted him with was enough to make him breathe a sigh of relief. He had been much more lost in his thoughts lately, maybe it had something to do with all this. The trip. The waiting. He wasn’t used to it. It was all for her benefit, and he didn’t mind. 

He could only think what Julius will think when he meets Aveline. 

“I’m just thinking of my comrades, some of them left for their own personal missions. I worry about how they’re doing.” 

He gives a light laugh, shaking his head. “It must make me seem a bit ridiculous, no?”

Aveline disagrees politely. “Not at all, you’re just being a chivalrous captain. I think not a lot of people would be concerned with their equals, but it makes me glad to see the Golden Dawn have such a kind leader.”

William thanks her, letting her words selfishly seep it’s way close to his heart. He’s beginning to realize just how proprietorial he’s becoming with her. In regards to Aveline, he wishes to keep her as close as possible to him and only him. He attempts to not dwell on it too much. She would need to settle in before anything else. William was just thinking too ahead of himself. 

She didn’t need to know any of this. His own personal thoughts caught him in a tizzy. 

A loud chime broke through their thoughts, startling Aveline. William reaches towards his pocket to pull forth a magical item. The static appears before him and Aveline could only gaze curiously to who it could possibly be. 

“Ah, Captain, there you are! How much longer before your arrival?” The Wizard king’s voice was light and cheery, he seemed rather young to be such a pivotal man of the country. Aveline blinks, not sure what to make of his appearance or tone. 

“We’ll be there shortly,” William mutters. Aveline looks towards him studying the way Williams lips draw downward. He seems to be agitated? Could it be the exhaustion from the travel they had to make to get here? Aveline couldn’t help but feel like maybe this had been the wrong idea. 

Julius responds thoughtfully. “You both take care, we’ll consult with each other when we can.” 

The image is gone and William sighs. He puts the item away, tucking it safely into his trousers. 

“Is everything okay?” Aveline asks, chewing on her lower lip. She hopes whatever they were discussing wasn’t too foreboding. She’s never seen him look this burdened before. 

William gives her a fond smile, reaching out to grab her hand. His thumb brushing over her knuckles creates a soothing pattern. She tries not to sigh at the simple touch. It’s nothing to fawn herself over, everything is implicit. It’s a partnership. A business partnership, her mind supplies. 

She pulls her hand away, feeling her fingers tingle from the sensation of his just mere seconds before. 

William can only accept this. “Just talking to my–” he trails off. Is boss really the appropriate term? More like an Emperor. Or King. Something of noble value. “Julius, he is just awaiting our arrival.” 

“Ah,” she says. She shouldn’t be surprised. All of the Knights report back to the Wizard King. Julius Novachrono is known throughout all the land, poised and full of honor. He is the beacon Clover Kingdom needs. It's a title of protector for the entire realm. She’s sure the weight of it must be exhausting. Having to appease every single person and never getting to just be. She wonders how William must feel. 

He holds such a grandiose title. Despite the fact of his past being one of rags to riches. In some way. 

She frowns to herself. She shouldn’t be thinking of his old life, his childhood. How on earth did her father and Mr. Humphries ever know of such a story about someone like William. 

“Are you alright, Miss Dubois?” It was William’s turn to ask her and she nodded. 

“Everything is swell. Just perfect.” 

The looming look of the kingdom was just enough to make Aveline turn around. Everyone in town greeted them kindly, the whole inside was glamorous. Not one person seemed out of place. All properly pristine and well mannered. So much different than the outside. There still felt something off putting while she walked beside the Magic Knights captain, few waved others seemed to stare, beside themselves. 

They cannot believe this fine man is with someone like me, her mind negatively supplies.  William speaks then. “We’re approaching soon, I figured we could stop here and see ourselves to my manor soon.” 

Aveline didn’t process the words, the meaning behind them. To his manor. No, it had to be the manor he would leave her at by herself. 

“Your manor, sir–I am uncertain of this.” 

William stops speaking, he doesn’t understand the shift behind this. What could she be doubting? The customs of hospitality have not changed in Clover. He has learned to host since he became a Golden Dawn captain. He tries desperately to wrack his brain of why there is this disconnect between them and his offer. 

His lessons come back to him. A woman must not be alone with a man without accompaniment. He is very lucky his helmet covers his face, for the flush there is sudden. The warmth radiating off of him. Oh. Yes, of course. This could mean much more to him. 

“No worries,” he says. “My maid and butler will be there to accompany you during your stay. I understand the customs and how it may look to be with you.” 

Aveline blinks at him a question in her eyes. “Yes, I understand. Thank you.” 

She avoids the feeling of disappointment. A part of her wishing she wouldn’t have said anything. It wasn’t as if William was a rake. He is a nobleman, despite what the rumors say, he is still a Captain of the great Knights. He wouldn’t wed some poor girl from the common realm, her mind supplies bitterly. She feels her expression drop, trying to shake away all the negativity. She was here to do business. She was going to make all her arrangements beautiful for the Wizard King. 

When they finally arrive at his grand manor, Aveline is aghast, it was one from the fairytales she remembers reading from her childhood. One where princesses would frolick about in the corridors and linger in the gardens awaiting their suitors. 

It felt surreal to see such a grandeur amount of architecture in a land of such green shrubbery, the roses were in full bloom and the peonies were growing further and further. 

She swallows harshly, uncertain of what this entire space could mean. All of his help was outside waiting to receive them. When William stepped out from the carriage they all bowed in unison. “Welcome home, my lord.” 

Aveline felt starstruck, this man before her she really didn’t seem to quite understand the extent of his influence. She wasn’t entirely too sure what to do with people who worked for such a lavish family. William bows to them in greeting. “I have here a dear friend of mine, Lady Aveline Dubois. Please treat her kindly as she stays here for some time.” 

They all call her in greeting and Aveline has the grace to flush with warmth at their kindness. They all looked to be wonderfully personable.

Aveline follows William down the corridors as one of the maids scurries behind. He pauses by the steps possibly leading up to all of the rooms. 

“Aveline, this is Molly, she will be your maid for the time you stay here. I have some business to conduct so feel free to do as you wish.” He nods at them before finally stepping away, the gentle sounds of his footfalls fading away. 

Aveline turns to Molly, who looked to be a young lady, maybe shy of her twentieth year. 

“Miss Molly, hello. Thank you.” Aveline says. 

Molly, who seemed to have frizzy hair tucked beneath her bonnet seemed to be escaping from the confines. Her eyes were a bright brown that looked like honeyed lemons. She was a plucky girl, and seemed as sweet as can be.

“Let me show you to your room, my lady.” 

As she leads the way, Aveline speaks. “There is no need to call me a lady, I’m actually from commonfolk. Not much of a lady.”

Molly shakes her head. “Here you are a lady of established honor. Sir Vangeance holds us all in high regards. We’re all really left of his late father.” 

She continues. “My father, he used to serve the late Master Vangeance as a foreman. They were kind enough and the late Vangeance despite his step-wife’s grievances towards commoners.” 

She smiles, pausing in front of a door. Aveline purses her lips. “Is William a kind enough master of the house to you all? I can tell he seems to be rather esteemed.” 

Molly flushes. “He is the most generous! He is a bit distant, but he welcomes all of us the same. He’s the reason why my family can afford a home, a cook and many other necessities.” 

Aveline nods, in awe of him. She never knew he could be such a kind hearted individual to those who work under him. It draws her back to his squad she had met, the one known as Langris who seemed all the more disgusted with a commoner like her. She wonders if he disperses any of their prejudices against lower people of their stature. 

Molly leads her to her room, a wonderfully tall bed with silken sheets the color of finest burgundy, the drapes around it gold and beige. Aveline blinks, turning about the room while Molly watches her bemused. 

“It is one of many, if this room is insufficient for you, sir Vangeance will allow us to change.” 

“No!” She gasps loudly, she feels herself warm at her abruptness. “It’s perfect, it’s just, I have never seen anything like this.” 

Molly smiles kindly in regards. “I understand, it does take some time to get used to. Sir Vangeance only wanted the best for you.” 

Aveline softens. “Really? He didn’t need to do so much.” 

Molly approaches, nodding sweetly. “You are his guest, he has written to all of us while he has been away. He wanted you to have a comfortable time here.” 

The young maid turns away, refolding the blankets by the ottoman to be much more kempt. “He has been this way for a while, he values all his companions. He entrusts us more than ever to keep you happy and safe.” 

Aveline can't help but feel herself smile at the thought. All of the tedious planning, the careful resolution between them. She is so content to be able to maintain such a strong friendship with the young nobleman. 

William had proven himself to be a notably remarkable man in her eyes. She winces when she remembers his Golden Dawn men, the way they had looked at her in a reproachful fashion. 

“Uh, Molly,” she says. Not being able to help the curiosity of how one as kind as William can be amongst the same noblemen and women who have sharply mocked her. “Vangeance, he–the knights who are with him. Do they have any redeeming qualities?” She purses her lips and shakes her head. “No, ignore that. It’s quite rude of me–” 

“No, my lady,” Molly regards her patiently. “I understand what you mean. Our lord has been one to starkly contrast against most Clover nobles. He is also as well, still of a high rank; yet he is aware. He knows his place.” 

“And his place is?”

“He’s a bastard,” Molly says. Her words are not filled with venom, but factual. “Vangeance is aware of his status, his father fought tooth and nail for him to be in his court; and then to eventually succeed him as the head of house. There was no place for him here, but he garnered the respect as being someone with a strong affinity to magic.” 

Molly continues, her hands grazing against the silk of the bed. “He is still someone of the people, no matter who his accompaniment is with.” 

Aveline thinks on this, letting the words seep in. “I can’t,” she bites her lip, uncertain of how to proceed. “I can’t seem to think that way. William, he seems to try to connect with common folk, but it still feels like there is a gap between us. Not many commoners can say they are blessed with noble blood. For them, it is not something they can attain. It’s only ever dreamed of.” 

“It’s narrow minded thinking, my lady,” Molly says. “I understand truly where you’re coming from, but Clover is changing. Whether old noblemen want it to or not.” 

Before Aveline can ask for clarification there is a gentle knock on the door. 

Molly goes to it, opening it to reveal a young footman and behind him, William himself. 

They bow politely to one another, Aveline standing there with Molly’s words ringing in her head. 

William steps forward, his eyes are on Aveline. “May I show you the gardens?” 

When Aveline follows William out towards the massive gardens in the estate, she can’t help but feel so at ease now. The conversation from earlier shooing away towards the back of her mind. 

“How are you finding everything, Aveline?” William asks, he keeps his pace with her on the cobblestone path. She nods politely. 

“Very well, sir. I cannot thank you enough for having me here, Molly has been nothing but kind,” she mentions agreeably. William seems grateful to hear this, he had left to signal Julius that he had returned. 

Julius had been nothing short of excited. “Well, you will have to introduce me to your new friend. She will be coming to the captain’s convocation, yes?” 

William hadn’t mentioned it yet, not to her. He was getting around to it, but hadn’t had enough time to do so. He had been avoiding it, not wanting to overwhelm Aveline more than she already must be feeling with the other preparation. 

Being in a new environment, among people she hasn’t connected with properly, it must be too much for her to bear. So he wants to ease her into it, not wishing to turn her away from his world. 

He knew the eventuality would happen, his council would eventually berate him on finding a companion. 

“You seem pensive today, William?” She asks then, her pace slowing down as they stop by one of the rose bushes, she marvels at them. Her gentle hand hovering over one particular blossom in full bloom. Its petals are a deep red that seem to allure her away for a moment. 

“Ah, yes. I have much to discuss with the Wizard King, and with you,” he tells her. 

Aveline turns to him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I apologize, I don’t mean for my presence here to be a matter of stress,” her eyes flit away to the rose. Her expression dropped and William has never felt more uneasy. 

“No, it’s not you,” his hand reaches out, taking hers into his. She can feel the warmth radiating through his glove. Aveline looks up at him, a question on the tip of her tongue. 

William continues. “I fear I may have overwhelmed you with the suddenness of this partnership. Please, do not hesitate to tell me what is heavy on your mind.” 

Aveline grips his hand back in return, a gentle reassurance only she could ever give him. “I am at your service, William. I do feel a bit overwhelmed, if you could say. Just know though, I can take whatever you throw at me.” 

He drops his hand, and he feels that familiar loss weighing on him. “I am grateful for your honesty. Aveline,” he speaks her name with such a gentle tone. Aveline is shocked when she feels her heartbeat rise in her chest. 

“I am requesting your expertise. There is a convocation between the captains and a few noblemen among the king who will require your arrangements. Will you help with this?” 

She gapes, a little flustered at how soon it feels. She had planned for the Wizard King, but not for a whole festivity. 

“When?” She asks. 

“Not too far off, about three weeks away. I understand if this is too much, but the Wizard King is asking for your creativity to make this a wonderful display.” 

William speaks more, his eyes never leaving hers. “You will have a team at your service, you won’t be doing this alone. Molly as well has already offered her help on this project.” 

Aveline blinks a moment, biting her lip in thought. William’s hands twitch at his side, seeing the piece of hair she brushed aside, moving to the front of her face. He has to resist the urge to move it himself. 

“I don’t know what to say, but thank you. William, I am more than honored, a little scared. I am just so happy you have so much faith in me.” 

William smiles then, a soft thing that is only there for a moment before it disperses when he speaks. “I am entirely grateful you’re here, Aveline. I even invited your father and Mr. Humphries to eventually join us when they’re able to.” 

Aveline looks surprised at this, suddenly overcome with emotion she moves before he could stop it. She hugs him, her face colliding with his chest. William almost feels the breath knock out of him, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. 

He lets them hover above her, swallowing. Can she hear his heart? The way it thrums for her. William has to get a grip over himself, he must be feeling sentimental. After everything, he’s always been a hopelessly devoted man. 

To his knights, to Julius, and to the people he has grown close to. Aveline is just one of many. 

“I appreciate your kindness to me, William.” She pulls away from him, her hair in her face. He feels that itch again, the way he wants to brush his hand against those locks. Just to let his fingers drift between them, to part them. He wishes he hadn't worn gloves, just so he would have felt it against his own skin. 

He feels dizzy. He’s thankful for the helmet. He’s glad she cannot see the way he has grown warm all over. 

The warmth of friendship, it must be. 

Aveline smiles up at him, too oblivious to his tumultuous thoughts. “You are the most dearest friend of mine, William.” 

He can’t help himself then, his chest is warming and her smile is infectious. “I am happiest at your side,” he says. He does nothing to contend this. 

They both go back and walk back towards the estate, neither of them noticing the bloom of the tulip next to one of the roses. 

The next few days pass by within a blur, she has prepared sketches of all kinds for the convocation within the next few weeks. Molly gives her thoughts on each of them. Her time in Clover has been pleasant thus far, and she writes to her father almost every day. Aveline sends him a box full of tea she had gotten from one of the markets. 

William had been letting her know of his exit and some days he would appear maybe a day or two later looking ruffled. 

He still had to carry on with missions from the Wizard King but it had let her have some time to the estate by her lonesome. 

Which she did not complain about. 

William on this day had a meeting with his late fathers council. 

It had been with him, the council and the King of Clover awaiting their moment of discussion. 

The Golden Dawn were known to carry out special deeds for the king, since the majority of his guild is made up of noblemen and high houses. 

Bertram, his father’s late chamberlain, welcomed him. “Come, sit my boy, we have much to discuss.” 

William nods, sitting amongst the table of men. 

Bertram stands though, his fingers twisting in circles. A nervous habit he seems to have before discussion. “Well, we have much to discuss on the future of the Vangeance estate, William,” he looks to him. “There is a moment where every young man, a viable bachelor you are, is needed to find a wife.” 

William feels himself sitting up taller. He thought this conversation would wait, he had told them previously that the matters of the Vangeance estate were fine in his hands. If they could just hold off on the topic of marriage he would do his best to get there. 

Barnabas speaks then, one of the heralds for the noblemen speak. “We had been discussing with most of the nobles. You know of Langris and Nozel already, since you work with them intimately. They have already been preparing for this factor. You, William, are in need of this.” 

Bertram agrees. “Yes, sir. It is time for you to be introduced into society as a man who will soon be in need of a companion; to produce an heir for your fathers estate.” 

William gets a sinking feeling. An illness. He had been avoiding this entirely, since he had been adopted into this role. They had been trying to put him on the market for almost a decade, but he has been hesitant. For good reason, he did not want to scare his wife, or anyone with the scar on his face. The curse, his stepmother had called it. It had become an insignia on him. A reminder that he would remain alone until his eventual death. 

“How?” William says. “How could we go about this, then?” 

Bertram gapes, mouth opening and closing. “Well, my lord, there are many to attest. We have the King’s dear cousin, his third cousin. She is a viable match for you.” 

William stares at him, a cold amethyst glare that causes Bertram to suck in a breath he hadn’t been holding. 

Augustus Kira joins then, his nasally voice disrupting the tension. “She is quite the catch, she is a bit younger. About eighteen, but she will be more than happy to be your betrothed.” 

William feels bile rise. “Eighteen?” 

Bertram nods. “Your father had been older when he took on his first wife, my lord.” 

William shakes his head. “No, I will not be involved in doing such a thing. I could not.” 

Augustus’ face flames in anger. “Such insolence!” 

Barnabas steps in. “It is for the good of the Vangeance name, William. There is no option out of this.” 

William narrows his eyes. “Have the Silvas or Vermillions agreed to her or did they deny you as well, your grace?” 

Augustus Kira looked ready to reach over and flip the table. Which would be quite the feat had the spindly, good for nothing king had the strength or magic to do so. 

The group grows silent. “Now, I have the turn to speak,” William says. “I will not be partaking in an arranged marriage on this matter. I refuse,” he doesn’t say much else, rising to his feet. He bows before the King. “If you wish to boot me from the Magic Knights, please do so. I will not participate in these matters.” 

Barnabas’ deep sigh is heard. “You are just as defiant as the rest of those knights. Your grace, we deeply apologize.” 

Augustus Kira smiles then, a menacing look filled with faux understanding. “William,” he says. “Do you happen to have someone in mind for yourself, then?” 

William raises an eyebrow, feeling an immense rage. Where in the world could this be coming from? William has to bite his tongue before he ends up truly losing himself to the whims of some pathetic man. Augustus Kira as the heir to Clover is laughable. 

“It’s only just a curious question, dearest knight. If you may be talking in such a way perhaps your heart may already be taken?” 

He reels back as if he had been struck. Barnabas and Bertram look at him in question. How odd for him to have such a high reaction towards the king. He speaks his venom, but never such a challenging one. 

William grimaces, in his mind he sees a flash of hair he wishes to run his fingers through a dimpled smile of the woman he has near him. 

He responds despite himself. 

“I do,” he says. The men in the room look at him in shock. “I am welcoming someone close to me, who I wish to have beside me.”

They all look at him, a growing silence echoes in the room. 

Augustus Kira coughs then. “Well, when will this woman make her debut?” 

William bites his tongue. He keeps his composure. He doesn’t know what has come over him. He speaks before being able to stop himself. “She will be debuted when she is ready, she is of no matter in this.” 

Bertram speaks then, diffusing the tension. “Is she of noble blood, my lord?” 

William ceases, no longer wishing to be having this conversation. What does it matter if she’s noble or not? Why couldn’t he just be happy with what he wants? He thinks back to his childhood, that raw ache returning to how he yearned for acceptance. 

He has desired this for so long, wished for the sensation of approval. He finds this within Aveline, it could be he is confusing her friendship and kindness for his own protection. He doesn’t wish to be arranged to anyone, but the thought of not being with Aveline, at least in her presence, makes his blood thrum hotly. 

“I will not speak anymore on this matter, I will do my duty as I can to continue protecting the kingdom from any more threats.” He declares this, looking between all of them. He did not answer the question. 

He could not. He wouldn’t dare entangle Aveline in his own troubles. That is something he doesn’t want to involve her in. It’s his one wish. 

He leaves from the vicinity, he tries to ignore the feeling of dread that spikes in himself. He hasn’t felt like this since his wicked stepmother would throw him aside to his chambers, isolating him from the warmth of the sun. The memory returns to him like a lashing he had received once before for eating before he was told to. 

He races back home, ignoring the chiming of his magic device which could only be Julius trying to get ahold of him. He’d answer it later, needing to find a way elsewhere. 

William is greeted by his footment once he arrives at the estate, but he searches for something, too focused on getting away. 

He reaches the gardens, letting the fresh air of flowers and a warm day spread through him as a comfort. It blooms over him in welcoming fashion, he finds himself finally at peace. He can still hear the chiming of the magical tool near him, and he clenches his fist. Not wishing to hear of it, not wishing to know. 

Bertram and Barnabas will want him to return back to apologize to the king, if this were another time he could have dishonored his house entirely. He has already disgraced it once before by being present when his father had taken him in. 

The unpleasant sight of a young boy with a hideous birthmark. A cursed child. He feels sick again. Not wishing to remember, he tries to console himself, needing to ground himself quickly. 

He sits beside a near bench that is in between one of the bushes, hands removing his helmet. He sets it aside, letting his hands drag across his face. William needed to get a grip, he was losing a battle against himself. It was unnecessary to dwell, he knew better. 

What he didn’t take into account was Aveline approaching, seeing the young man receding into himself. 

Aveline steps quietly, her hand reaching out to lend him some comfort. “William?” 

He looks up then, the voice of hers too close, and she will see him. She will see his face and she will leave. She will mock him. She will– 

She drops down beside him, her hand reaching for his face, to lift him up to look at her. “What’s wrong? What’s happening? Did you need me to grab Molly?” 

She does not recoil from the sight of him, she does nothing but lay her gentle hand on his face. 

William searches her eyes, feeling ashamed, embarrassed, and disgusted all at once. How could he ever think her kindness would cease at the real sight of him? How could he ever consider she would turn him away just by showing him his real self? 

“I apologize, Miss Dubois, I am unseemly.”

“No!’ She shouts, she rises then, and he can’t help but look up at her. “You are not. Don’t say such a thing. You’re upset, William. We’re friends aren’t we? What’s happening?” 

He swallows. “Many things, things I have tried to keep under control.” 

“Then do not say anything more, did you need me to walk you back to your chambers?” 

William feels his heart thumping loudly, it echoes harshly against his ears. She wishes to take him to his room. By herself, without feeling repulsed by him. 

He cannot think over the loudness of his blood rushing to his ears. “No, Miss Dubois. I can find my way back just fine.” 

She sighs then, she moves to pick up his helmet beside him, holding it close to her chest. She sits beside him then, seeming to relax next to him. 

“You’re upset, that is all I know.” 

William swallows dryly, feeling everything come back to him. He never did answer the king nor did he wish to. He knew what would happen if they found out about Aveline. They would ridicule her, they would not find her upstanding. They would find ways to push her out of Clover and out of his presence. They would deem her as not good enough. 

When Aveline has been nothing but exceeding his expectations. 

“I am sorry if maybe my venturing here is the cause of it,” she whispers. She is still holding his helmet in his lap and his eyes widened. 

“Don’t say such a thing,” he rebukes. “You being here has nothing to do with my agonizing.” 

Aveline searches his face, her eyebrows furrowing and he has never felt such a strong urge to kiss her forehead as he did now. Where was all this coming from? He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He must be frenzied after his rebuttal to his fathers council. He must be skewing friendship and feelings. 

The acceptance she has given him has been gentle, she did not turn away from him. He must be chasing that high still, knowing she can look him in the eye without feeling revolted at the sight of him. 

“What can I do to help, William?” She offers lightly, her hair is loosely braided, but the tendrils that escape to frame her face makes him want to brush them aside. He’s helpless against her, the magnitude of her gaze holding him over a fire. 

He leans in close, and she does nothing to move away. Her eyes widen though, the slow register suddenly drawing upon her. 

“You being here is enough, Aveline,” he tells her. His tone is low, rough like gravel. William seems to lose some sense. He has never felt more enthralled, all the while his body feeling like it’s been dipped in flames. 

She is so close, and so near him. He can smell her perfume, the delightful scent of peach blossom and cinnamon. He wants to lean in, close to her neck, and let his lips graze upon her collar. 

He is bewitched and aching. 

William resigns himself, letting the yearning dwindle within him as he moves back. 

He will not ruin this for her. He cannot throw her into his world where judgemental eyes will cast upon her every waking moment. He will not ruin her reputation as a lady. 

“I am fine now,” he tells her, standing up. 

He reaches for his helmet, to grab it from her and she lets him have it. His hand brushes against her fingers and they are warm. They electrify him. 

“Goodnight, Aveline.” 

He bows once, walking away as he leaves her in the gardens. The sun begins to set over the horizon. 

She releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding. 

“Goodnight,” she whispers to herself. Aveline lets her hands touch neck, the placement of her necklace close to her. If she closes her eyes she could imagine his lips upon her neck. 

She leaves the gardens, needing to find Molly. 

Aveline decides she will sketch some more.

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Montblanc On Mori Tower - A Ran Haitani Birthday Fic

Word Count: 1,704 Rating: Teen (some brief graphic violence) Summary: Ran ends a Bonten mission to meet his brother on Roppongi Mori Tower for birthday Montblanc

Elegant knuckles struck mercilessly at the face below them, as they had done a dozen times in the last few minutes. With an unappetising crunch, the cheekbones finally gave way under the blows and the maltreated middle-aged man spat blood onto the ground between his feet. He hung his head. His words were slurred, distorted by loose teeth and blood in his mouth.  "We have nothing more than this."A large hand yanked his head back by the hair, forcing him to look at his interrogator. "Don't take Bonten for a fool. We know you've been getting supplies from the Chinese behind our backs and peddling them without paying your share to us." The tall man with lilac-coloured hair signalled an errand boy to bring him a rag.

When he received it, he squatted down in front of the man tied to a chair and wiped the blood from his hands while scrutinising him from top to bottom. The prisoner averted his eyes. "We didn't do anything behind your back." Violet eyes did not take their eyes off the bound man as the man continued to speak in a velvety voice and handed the dirty rag back to the henchman. Leaning forward, he spoke at eye level with the piece of filth who had tried to double-cross Bonten. "Do you know who I am?" Eyes smeared with blood dripping from his forehead, the man looked at his interrogator.

"Haitani Ran."

Pain shot through his face as the telescopic baton struck his broken cheeks. Blow after blow crashed down on his battered face and the man bit his tongue to keep the pain from showing. Blood and tears coated his eyelashes. "You lie to my face even though you know who I am?" Ran straightened to his full height and looked down at the miserable petty criminal in front of him. With a rough kick, he kicked over the chair the man was tied to and struck him in the shin with the baton. The man whimpered and writhed under more blows, but with a wave from their leader, 2 henchmen pushed the traitor back to the ground with their feet on his chest. Ran glanced at the expensive watch on his wrist and then grabbed the immaculate suit jacket hanging over another chair. He had somewhere else to be tonight. Without another glance back at the prisoner, he took long strides towards the exit. "Take care of him."

Haitani Ran, one of Bonten's executive members, stepped over the threshold of the musty betting parlour outside. The stuffy odour of decades-old cigarette smoke and male sweat fell away from the comparatively tall man as he stepped onto the streets of Roppongi, and a haze of fresh air, barbecues and expensive perfumes welcomed him into the nightlife. As he shook a cigarette out of the packet, he noticed the blood spatter on his hands and clicked his teeth. He didn't like it when his work affected his appearance. Especially not on a day like today. His long fingers clamped the cigarette between his lips and under graceful eyebrows, which were now drawn together, he rubbed the remaining blood from his hands with a handkerchief.

A few metres behind him, something banged against the door of the supposed betting shop he had just left. Ran lit his cigarette. Either you did what Bonten said, or you suffered the consequences.

The well-dressed man strolled leisurely through the evening streets of Roppongi. He had grown up here in the small side streets between large fashion shops and exotic foreign artisan shops. The neighbourhood had an elegance and international flair that had always impressed Ran. As a young boy, he hadn't realised what a posh neighbourhood his foster family had lived in, but after he and his brother had gotten into more and more fights with other teenagers and also made other districts unsafe at night, he had realised how special the beauty of Roppongi was. Modern, elegant, glamorous and yet with a dark heart that, behind the façade, ensured that the money never stopped flowing through the coffers and purses of the big players. 

A bright female laugh drew his attention to a group of men outside a luxurious nightclub, helping impressively dressed hostesses out of their limousine. On the wall behind them was a huge advert advertising the new Loewe collection featuring a Japanese actor. Ran took a puff on his cigarette and smiled inconspicuously to himself. If he hadn't decided to follow Kurokawa Izana, he could have been the one to show off the extravagant silk suits and leather jackets on the catwalks of the world. He had never forgotten his earlier dreams of being a model. But just as the brands that lined the billboards and fashion shops along the streets of Roppongi had changed, Ran was no longer the dreamy boy he had once been. It was almost amusing to him that he had thought back then that the fashion world would be able to offer him what his current life had in store for him. For too long he had ignored what someone like Kurokawa had known about him since their first meeting - that he had violence in his blood. Sure, he also had a taste for the finer things in life - impeccable personal style, good food, beauty - but all of that only grew out of the empty darkness that had always lain dormant within him.

He wondered what Kurokawa would say if he could see Bonten and Kakucho now. Ran liked to imagine that such an empire was exactly what Kurokawa had wanted to build.

Without hesitation, long fingers stubbed out the cigarette on a nearby wall and Ran jogged up the stairs towards Roppongi Hills Tower. In front of him stretched the forecourt of the tower block, still crowded at this time of night with couples sitting on the benches alongside the large spider statue and putting their heads together in the shade of the treetops. But Ran paid them no further attention and headed straight for the lift that would take him up to the Sky Deck. Normally a popular excursion destination for tourists and residents, the Tower and Sky Deck were closed to the public today. A small advantage of its special position within the city. Completely alone as he entered the observatory, the sound of his expensive shoes echoed through the spacious room. It was dark. As a graceful shadow in the darkness, he moved through the room and finally stopped on the outside terrace. With a firm grip, his previously blood-stained hands closed around the steel railing and he took in the breathtaking view. The only source of light was the sea of lights below him. The wind carried the distant sounds of nightlife up to his viewing platform. The city pulsated beneath his grasp and the Tokyo Tower illuminated the distant night sky in a faint red. Casinos, bars and the drug trade pumped through Roppongi's veins and it was his doing. Like a spider, he had begun spinning his web around this part of the city more than 20 years ago and could now call it his own. Sano Manjiro stood at the head of Tokyo and as long as breath flowed through his body, Ran would serve him in memory of his former leader. But even if Mikey ruled Tokyo's underworld, Roppongi belonged to Ran.

Even lost in thought, the approaching footsteps and rustling of clothing did not escape the attention of the man who was only one of two halves that formed a whole. Leaning his elbows on the steel railing behind him, Ran turned to greet the visitor. Rindou stepped close and held out a cardboard package to Ran with both hands, emblazoned with the logo of a nearby patisserie. Purple eyes, a few shades lighter than his own, curved into a smile that made his brother's face look like a child's.

"Happy birthday, Nii-chan."

Rindou had always been the more emotional of the two Haitani brothers. The little brother who had been too wild for his own good, constantly getting scrapes and fractures from careless climbing, and who had been too impulsive as a teenager to ever be able to negotiate diplomatically with other gangs. Ran would always be loyal to Kurokawa Izana's legacy and do any dirty work for Bonten that needed to be done. But everything he did, he ultimately did for his brother. Unimpressed, he looked down his nose at his brother and then turned back to the view of the city. "Stop always pulling that face, Rin, you're not ten years old anymore." Rindou elbowed him half seriously in the side. "Stop complaining you lanky fuck, or I'll eat your Montblanc all by myself." Ran turned to his brother with a look of disbelief. "You wouldn't dare." Laughing, Rindou pushed Ran away from him and opened his mouth wide as he held the dessert over his face. Ran tried to grab his brother by the collar of his jacket, but he only slipped out of his jacket and stuck out his tongue. "This is how you wish your big brother a happy birthday, you little shit?" The ensuing scuffle between the two brothers made the sounds of the city fade into the background under their indignant shouts and catty insults. Since Ran had both longer arms and the better technique (definitely not because Rindou was only pretending to fight, he was far too stubborn for that), it wasn't long before they were both out of breath and leaning against the glass barrier.

They both pushed their sweaty hair out of their faces and looked at each other. 

"Montblanc reconciliation?"

Ran grabbed the box Rindou held out to him.

"Give it to me already."

"Happy birthday, Ran. Even at 37, you're still obnoxious."

With the first bite of dessert already in his mouth, Ran mumbled a barely intelligible "Thank you" and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. In the end, that was what had kept them alive all these years. Roppongi would have fallen to them anyway, Bonten or no Bonten. But the Haitani brothers didn't need a team. As long as they had each other.

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AU-gust 2023 Day 31: Two of the Above - Immortals Royalty

He shouldn’t be here.



Will stood in the corner of the ballroom, heart beating wildly in his chest, and watched the others titter around him as the anticipation of the guest of honor’s arrival grew. He had not spoken to a single soul, mask covering his face, and the stolen clothes that covered his person felt as if they would give him away at any moment.



The Prince’s promise had gone out to every regal and rich family in the kingdom, asking for unmarrieds to join him for an event. The news spread like wildfire until everyone knew, even lowly peasants like Will himself, and as he watched more and more come in to get their garments made and mended his jealousy got the better of him.



One of his clients, Duke Chilton, had come in to get his order and declared it “unfit and ugly even for a low blood” demanding his money back while leaving the outfit Will had taken hours to make. Chilton had bought the supplies, had given him all, and left without care.



Will did not know why he chose to sneak into the ball, nor how he’d slipped in with such ease, but he had. He had yet to see the Duke, and if he did he’d be exposed to everyone as a low blood.



The Prince would have every right to order his removal, or worse his death. No one was allowed into the castle without invitation. This was near treason, but as Will took in the glamor and splendor around him he could not help but be in awe.



It was beautiful here.



He imagined living here, dancing with the Prince, and tears came to his eyes.



What a dream that would be.



Will knew he was not as comely as those here, would never be noticed, but tonight he thought he looked handsome. The suit he’d made for Chilton was royal blue with gold inlays, shining now under the bright lights, and his hair was perfectly curled while he’d shaved his usual beard.

He was a different person, a dream, and though he’d never get the Prince’s attention he wanted to experience a life as one of the upper class if only just for the night.



He heard the music start up again, and though there many started to dance as he watched with envy. Will had never been a dancer, not really, and he’d never be able to come to court like others had when they were young. Now, at nearly thirty, he was way past marrying age.



Will knew he’d be alone forever but still it was nice to dream.



“Enjoying yourself?”



He jumped, surprised at the stranger who seemed to come out of nowhere. The man was dressed in white and blue, hardly noticeable among many others with the same - the royal colors were popular - but still there was something about him.



“Yes, I…yes,” he said, turning away as he blushed sipping his wine.



“The Prince is rather late,” the man said, “Just like one of them.”



Will frowned. “One of them?”



“The royals,” the man said, “You know, the…you know.”



“I don’t understand,” Will said, glaring at him, “The royals are…it’s…you shouldn’t speak ill of the Prince.”



The man scoffed. “Why? Is he going to strike me down? We have free will, man. Use yours. The Prince doesn’t want a sycophant as his intended, nor does he want a mewling whore who will open his legs just because….”



Will blinked back tears. “Sir, you….”



All of a sudden, a hand came to Will’s shoulder, and he froze when a voice like silk whispered near his ear.



“Is this man bothering you?”

Continued in: AU-gust Writing Challenge 2023 - Chapter 31: Immortals Royalty

[maelstroms-blog]

In Beautiful Dreams

In honour of Dreamling’s centennial meeting, please enjoy this fic of Dream and Hob dancing, along with a declaration

Enjoy

Hob really should’ve expected this, he’s known Dream long enough. To be fair, he wasn’t expecting him to say yes, honestly, he thought he would balk at the idea. Especially given how many people would be attending.

Instead, Dream just tilted his head, in that bird-like way of his.

‘A dance?’

Hob shrugged, ‘Sort of.’

There would be dancing, but it was far from the glamorous affair he knew Dream was picturing. Hob’s university was hosting their annual staff do, the heads of each department rubbing elbows with the higher ups. Socialising and lording their profession over others, supplied with cheap champagne and the finest hors d'oeuvres from Tesco. An event that Dream’s sister, Despair, would very much enjoy.

Far from glamorous but wonderfully human. A prime example of humanity to show his Endless partner. Hob explained all this to Dream, waiting for the inevitable protests, or for that rosebud mouth to frown.

But, Dream placed his pale hands on the table top, slender fingers splayed like that of a pianist. Artist fingers.

‘Very well. I shall accompany you.’ He said it with the air of a king deigning to answer a peasant’s request.

Hob blinked, ‘Really?’

‘Is this so surprising?’ he raised an eyebrow, ‘You are my beloved. I believe it goes without saying that we have to attend each other’s social functions,’ he sipped at his wine, pursing his lips,

‘After all, you accompanied me to the faerie delegation.’

Hob couldn’t keep the frown from his face,

‘That was…an experience, to say the least.’ Part of Hob’s philosophy was to try anything once, and in his long life that was a lot of things. He’s pretty sure he had a cheese making degree knocking around in his attic somewhere. But that delegation was a lifetime’s worth of experience. Luckily, Hob had a thousand more.

Dream hummed, ‘Not many mortals can boast of meeting Titania and Oberon, or reject their charms,’

Hob chuckled, ‘Yeah, they were pretty flirty, weren’t they?’

The feeling of the faerie queen’s clawed fingers ghosted against his neck, as did the king’s lips when he lingered on a kiss to his palm. Hob shivered, chasing away the bad taste with a mouthful of beer. He sensed Dream tense up, probably seeing his thoughts. He reached out and entwined his fingers with Dream’s.

‘Don’t be jealous, love, I’m already under the spell of a mysterious creature,’ he winked.

Dream rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stop the blush from tinting his cheeks.

And that was it. Dream appeared on the night, just as Hob got out of the shower, he did his usual shriek, followed by a flail,

‘Christ, Dream!’ he clutched his damp chest, gesturing to the towel around his waist, ‘You’re lucky I didn’t flash you,’ he looked at Dream, then looked again.

Dream, as regal as ever, stood tall, clad in an onyx black suit, similar to the Ralph Lauren piece Hob dreamed him in once. Over his shoulders was long overcoat, black of course, and the star filled lining shining bright. His hair was stylishly spiked, à la Robert Smith, and a silver earring hung from his ear. A small gem caught his eye, something golden. Hob peered closer, pale fingers jumped to toy with it, a gesture he knew was self-conscious.

‘It’s nice, duck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in any other colour but black,’

Dream just fiddled with his earring, letting it catch the light,

‘I thought…we could match,’ he quietly said. Confused, Hob frowned, and that’s when it hit him. It was amber, a tiny chunk of amber. Dream often likened his eyes to the honey-coloured gem. A lump rose to Hob’s throat,

‘It’s lovely, Dream,’ he said, trying to keep the emotion from his voice,

‘A wonderful idea.’

Without waiting for a response, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to Dream’s. It was only supposed to be a quick peck but Dream wouldn’t let go. He drew him further in, pulling him close like a life preserver to a drowning victim. Hob gladly reciprocated, sinking his fingers into feather soft hair. Dream did the same, toying with the hair on his chest.

His still damp chest.

Hob pulled away with a sigh,

‘I still have to get dressed, love.’

He felt rather than saw Dream’s gaze, travelling up and down his nude body. The hunger in his gaze set his skin alight.

‘Do you?’

The baritone voice settled in the back of his head, shooting down into his body, straight to his heart. Hob bit his lip, he wanted nothing more than to let the towel drop, his flimsy excuse for a shield against Dream’s want, and just have him. But he didn’t. Not yet. He had a function to attend, and he wanted to show off his elegant, enigma of a partner. So, mustering what little willpower he had, he turned, not a word to Dream, and headed for the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Not that it would stop Dream. More like Jumpscare of the Endless.

Hob chuckled at his own stupid joke.

‘What is so humorous?’ a deep voice asked behind him. This time, Hob fell on his bare ass.

‘Dream! Let me get dressed!’

With a pinch of sand, Dream vanished, the last thing to fade was his satisfied smirk. Hob’s own Cheshire cat.

Once he was fully dressed, in his own midnight blue suit, and with a nod of approval from Dream. He took his arm, fitting perfectly, and they were off.

 An hour passed, filled with mindless chatter, and the buzz of background brainwaves, Hob followed along easily, asking questions here and there. Dream tried his best, nodding along, offering a dry comment along with Hob’s quips. Then, Hob went to get them drinks, Dream was only out of his sight for a second, that was all it took. Like he said earlier, he really should have expected it. He searched up and down the hall, trying to spot that familiar mop of hair. The more the search went on, the more his uneasiness grew. It wiggled its way into his chest, twisting like a knife. Did he get sick of it and teleported away? No, he wouldn’t do that without at least telling Hob. Would he?

Just as his unease bloomed into panic, he heard something, a chittering sound, coming from the open balcony door. Hob poked his head out, there he was. Kneeling down, under the watchful eye of the full moon, was Dream of the Endless, holding court with a group of cats. They gazed up at him, marvelling at the king he was. He touched his knuckles to the nearest cat, mewing in their shared language. The cat purred, accepting her king’s blessing. Warmth filled the vacuum left by the panic, he breathed out, and carefully approached Dream. Even with his quiet footsteps, the cats jumped, hackles raised at the interruption. Dream tilted his head, mewing something that settled his followers. The youngest cat, a tabby kitten, bravely stepped forward, rubbing up against Hob’s leg. Dream gladly took a glass, freeing a hand for Hob to offer head scratches. His hand dwarfed the tiny creature but the kitten showed no fear, happily trying to climb up his leg.

In one swift, elegant movement, Dream was up, leaning against the railing, like the model of a perfume advert. Hob didn’t miss the gleam in his eyes as he cooed over the kitten, the other cats, bored, sneaked off, tails flicking.

‘You alright, love?’ he asked, watching the kitten chase after its friends,

Dream hummed, looking down into his drink,

‘Yes, I am…enjoying myself.’

‘Yeah?’ he slotted himself next to Dream, ‘Are you honestly?’

He could see the slight tremble of his hands, the tightness around his eyes.

‘It is…loud,’ Dream quietly admitted, Hob nodded, he didn’t need him to explain. He explained it all before, it wasn’t just the never-ending chatter, it was the barrage of daydreams, assaulting him from all sides. There didn’t seem to be any reprieve. It sounded like hell, and it explained a lot about Dream. Taking another sip of champagne, he put his arm around his tiny waist, smiling when Dream leaned into his touch.

‘Would you like to leave?’

Dream looked up, eyebrows disappearing into his hair,

‘I thought you wanted to be here,’

Hob gently nudged him, ‘I wanted to come with you.’

Dream just looked at him, not blinking, Hob smiled,

‘Your comfort is more important to me than some staff do, if you want to leave then we’ll leave.’

Dream’s eyes sparkled, sparkled like he was in awe.

‘So,’ he downed the rest of his drink, ‘Let’s go.’

Dream sagged, the tension leaving his body. Just as he was about to pull out his sand, Hob stopped him. A familiar sound reached his ears, a song he hadn’t heard in years, Roy Orbinson’s dulcet tones beckoned to him,

A candy-coloured clown they call the Sandman.

Dream perked up, turning his head to listen. Hob smiled at the sight.

Tiptoes to my room, every night.

Dream closed his eyes, lips twitching minutely.

Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper-

Hob sang along under his breath,

‘Go to sleep, everything is alright.’

Dream turned to him, surprised, his smile more obvious now,

‘How about one last dance, Mr Sandman?’ he wiggled his eyebrows for good measure. Dream rolled his eyes, failing to hold back his smile.

‘Very well,’ he accepted Hob’s hand, allowing him to lead him back onto the dancefloor.

I close my eyes then I drift away.

Hob pulled Dream close to him, steps he once thought forgotten, came flooding back to him as he led Dream with ease.

Into the magic night, I softly say, a silent prayer like dreamers do.

Dream had his eyes closed, letting the words wash over him. Hob could only imagine what he was thinking. Being separated from his dreamers for over a century, locked away from those he was supposed to nurture and protect. Hell, there were some that never even visited his realm. For someone that took his role so seriously, there must be no greater pain. But, as Hob watched him now, swaying along to the music, gentle smile on his face, he knew what he was realising. That the dreamers missed him just as much.

Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you

Dream opened his eyes, tearfully looking at Hob, with his own eyes growing wet, he raised a pale hand and pressed his lips to cold knuckles. Then, he leaned forward, never breaking their easy rhythm and sang softly in his ear.

In dreams I walk with you

In dreams I talk to you.

A sharp inhale was Dream’s only reaction, before melting into his touch.

We’re together in dreams, in dreams.

Hob didn’t want to sing the next part, luckily, Dream didn’t let him. Pressing his lips once again to Hob’s, silencing him. His cold lips tasted cosmic; he knew this was what stardust tasted like.

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you’re gone.

Hob felt Dream’s hands tighten, no doubt thinking the same thing. 1989. Hob rested his chin on his head, gently swaying in time.

I can’t help it

Fixing his stance, taking a chance, he placed his hand on the small of Dream’s back,

I can’t help it

And dipped his sweet Dream.

He overstepped. He knew it. he didn’t have to look at Dream’s wide eyes, or feel his iron grip on his arms, but then, another sound graced his ears, far more beautiful than any song. Laughter. Coming from Dream. It was nothing like his usual amused huff, this was a full bodied, unrestrained laugh that shook his lithe frame. It even ended with a cute snort. Hob found himself joining in. Taking him out of the dip, he gently led the Endless into a spin, watching his eyes crinkle with seldom seen mirth, giggling away like a lovestruck fool. Hob laughed the same way.

It only happens in my dreams, only in dreams

As the song slowed, so did their steps, Dream tilted his head, meeting Hob’s gaze once again, and leaned in close, Hob expected another kiss, instead, he was blessed with three words,

‘I love you.’

In beautiful dreams.

Hob let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Emotion surged through him, heating up his blood. He gazed back at Dream, shock clearly visible in his face. Dream just chuckled, cradling his face carefully,

‘Is it so surprising?’ his words were barely more than a whisper, settling in Hob’s bones, nestling beside the three other words, slotting comfortably in his heart.

‘A wee bit,’ Hob admitted, shyly,

Dream hummed thoughtfully, ‘Then, I have failed as your beloved.’

Before Hob could protest, Dream pulled him close, and pressed his forehead to his. The cold, solid weight grounded him.

‘I shall make it my primary duty to remedy this.’

Hob let out a breathy chuckle, dizzy from the cheap champagne, or the affection Dream was dishing out.

‘You already have, love.’

Dream smiled again, a sight that was becoming less and less rare, thanks to Hob.

‘Perhaps…we could stay for another hour.’

Hob pretended to think about it, running his hands up and down Dream’s back,

‘Nah, let’s get out of here, I’ve had enough socialising.’

Dream beamed. The only way Hob could get a bigger reaction was if he proposed to him. 

AO3

[artzychic27]

This post! Science Kids Edition

Aurore: Straight Hair, Straight A’s, But She Ain’t Straight

She/Her Disaster Lesbian

Your classic closeted lesbian who sneaks out with her squad to go to pride under the guise of going to SAT prep

Her brother also comes up with clever cover stories

She gets a little… Wild

This is the one month out of the year where she doesn’t have to be the mom friend, and she makes it everyone’s problem

This girl will run through glitter, drink a ton of soda, and go on stage with drag queens and kings… And she has

It’s important to keep her on a leash

Aurore has punched a TERF and she’ll do it again!

Wears all of the lesbian flag print stuff she can find and SLAYS

Every time Aurore slaps a homophobe, a lesbian gets a girlfriend

Has a secret lgbtqia+ Instagram account. It’s just a bunch of gay stuff

She lets Cosette and Marc do her makeup before every event

This girl is a total simp. Once, a tall girl with waist length hair walked by, and Aurore swore she saw a goddess

Drinks the most juice pouches and it keeps her wide awake

Alyssa Greene and Little Miss Perfect are her anthems

Kissing every girl she sees… With consent.

Mireille: If You A TERF, You Yonna Die

She/They Omnisexual Demigirl

Her singing voice?… Beautiful

She got invited by drag queens to sing on stage with them

Will carry you if you ask

His gotten into many fights with protestors

Now they bring rainbow boxing gloves just in case

Pride is Mireille’s time to shine!

They dress in suits, lip sync, and leave everyone simping

Aurore’s impulse control… Actually, everyone’s impulse control

Makes sure to supply snack bags

Always looking glamorous in their nine inch heels

She and Theo are half siblings who enjoy crushing gender roles

Blows glitter in protestors’ faces, does a hair flip, and sashays away

Every time Mireille hugs someone, a small trans boy gets gets his wings

She and Denise are the most responsible out of the class during Pride

Marc: A True Pride Icon

He/Him Gay & Genderfluid

Born on the first day of pride during a pride parade

Time to break out the ten inch platform boots

Beauty guru and goddex

Carries people on his shoulders (Mostly Nath)

High kicks the TERFs

Dyes his hair rainbow every year

He and Cosette are the only ones allowed to do anyone’s makeup after… The incident

He gets gifts from people. He’s not complaining

A proud Glamazon

Zoé’s partner in Punk Gayness

Every time Marc picks someone up, a gay guy gets elected into office

Taking names and breaking hearts

Everyone’s gay uncle

He will hold your hand and not even realize it

The Dykes on Bikes ADORE him

He eats SO MANY raisins

Not afraid to intimidate protesters with his height

Cosette: Dyes Its’ Hedgehog’s Quills Rainbow Every Year

She/They/It Demigirlflux Bisexual

To have your makeup done by Cosette is like receiving a kiss from an angel… Its good

Makeup is so on point that some drag queens have asked for tips

Keeps a backpack of emergency makeup. It’s Pride, everyone needs makeup

Always wears her hair in different styles every day

Dyes the white streaks in her hair pastel pink

Aurore’s soda dealer

Vogues like a boss

Rhythm Nation is the song it want playing at its funeral

Every time Cosette wows everyone with their makeup, an enby gets a cookie

Got a lesbian goddess to simp over them, and they won’t stop talking about it

Got some asshole arrested when he tried to roofie some poor girl. Turns out, he was a protester trying to “fix” an asexual

Has a makeup art Instagram and is nearly at 60K followers

Eats a lot of granola bars

Wears Zoé’s jacket when it gets cold

Zoé: MOVE! I’M VERY GAY!

She/He/They Sapphic

Has a shirt that says “Trans Boys Do It Better”

Sneakers no matter what

Wears so much She-Ra merch every year

She warded off protesters with her sword

Tags Audrey in posts just to fuck with her

Has been princess-carried by Cosette

And he wants to be carried again

Dyes her hair pink

Stole a motorcycle once with Aurore. And she’ll do it again

Sprays soda on TERFS

Every time Zoé flips her hair, a bisexual passes their math quiz

Takes a moment to pose with Marc and Jean for no reason

World’s greatest wingman

Rainbow Connection is her anthem

Has assisted in the beat down of a protester who hit Simon

Will buy a binder for you no matter the price

Jean: Theater Is… Very Gay

He/They Pansexual Demiromantic

Has mastered, “YAAAASSSS QUEEN!” when he was six

Cosplays with Reshma and Marc

The fan favorite was when he went as Black Widow

He has performed Broadway love ballads for a few lucky crowd members

All while in drag

Just a bit of a tease

Has gotten many fans over the years and was asked to perform with some drag queens who know his dad

Every time Jean belts a high note, Broadway gets just a little gayer

Supplies the energy drinks

Their mascara is *chef’s kiss* on point

Will kiss your hand

Hissed at someone when they wouldn’t leave Lacey alone

Like Marc, he also gets gifts from people

It totally doesn’t make Austin T jealous… Though, he has dipped Jean and kissed him before in front of a few of Jean’s admirers

Lacey: Taking Names, Kicking Ass & Eating Cake

She/Her Asexual Bi-Curious

She supplies the glitter bombs. You never know…

Wears a lot of sarcastic pride shirts

Ready to kick some TERF ass

Marc taught her how to walk in high heels

And in exchange, she taught him how to steal candy bars without getting caught

Somehow manages to climb to the top of parade floats without being seen

Wore a shit ton of sunscreen before she gave into Aurore’s pleading and bought an asexual print parasol

Can spot a drug in a drink from a mile away

She and Cosette have a bet going on. Whoever can beat up the most assholes trying to drug asexuals by the end of the parade gets fifty euros

Has choked a TERF with her asexual flag

She carries a lot of sweets in her bag

Every time Lacey runs through a public area screaming “I’M ACE!” An asexual gets a cupcake

Has several shirts that say, “I punch TERFs”

He brothers go in support of their sister, and her grandma even brought a sledgehammer to ward of protesters

Denise: The Buff Nonbinary Goddex We Want But Can’t Have

They/Them Nonbinary Polysexual

Second in command mom friend when Aurore is out of commission

Supplies the juice boxes

Does everyone’s nails and they all SLAY

Got into a muscle flexing contest and won, but at the cost of their sleeves

Simon bought them a tank top that says so

Every time Denise flexes their biceps, a trans guy gets his T-shots

Would be a wingman if people didn’t try flirting with them

Another proud Glamazon

Simon makes it a point to let EVERYONE know they’re dating

Like Marc, they don’t need to wear heels, but, who’s stopping them? No one, because no one wants to

Lets children braid their hair

They hand out flower crowns all in ten inch heels

They’re beauty, they’re grace, they’ll blast Haley Kiyoko in your face

Has dressed as Isabela Madrigal during one event, and people actually bowed

A terf came up to yell at them once

Then they walked away in love

Denise is a pacifist, but… If you harass anyone, especially Simon, they will make sure no doctor or deity can help you

Simon: The Human Sacrifice Who Somehow Dates the Goddex He Was Being Sacrificed To

He/They Demiboy Pansexual

Loves being carried, especially by Denise

In case you can’t tell, Simon’s got a thing for powerful strong-armed people

So… They simp a lot at pride events

Like Lacey, he also wears sarcastic pride shirts, but his are next level sarcastic

Every time someone tries flirting with Denise, he’ll magically appear out of nowhere and escort their lovely partner somewhere else

Bought one of those digital backpacks and reprogrammed it so it would bright up with pride flag colors

If he sees MAPs or TERFs… He will punt their asses. He will.

Brings his Polaroid camera

If he sees a bug, he will not let you step on it! EVER!

Brought his aunt to a pride parade to help her find a date. She left with ten new numbers in her phone

He wears a lot of Deadpool merch

Every time Simon slaps a TERF, another demiboy is born

Only allows Cosette to do their makeup

Gets sunburn every year. “Worth it!”

Steals everyone’s juice boxes

He’s an agent of chaos. By that, I mean he’s able to tie protestors’ shoe laces together so they trip and fall

Reshma: The Evil Lesbian We Were Warned About

She/Her Demiromantic Lesbian

She buys a shit-ton of a binders a week in advance and then hands them out to anyone who wants them

Also a proud Glamazon

Cosplays every day

Revolutionary Girl Utena is and will always be a fan favorite

If you ask, she will kiss you

She’s the lesbian your homophobic parents warned you about

Unintentionally adopts the kids who had to sneak out of their homes

Every time Reshma breathes, a two lesbians get married

Flips her hair in homophobes faces, and then all they can smell is strawberries

Homophobic guys have tried to flirt with her, and when she told then no for the third time, drag kings punted their asses

Seriously, the Drag Kings will die for this girl

Ismael is her best and only wingman

He makes sure any possible candidate is worthy of his best friend… So far, none are

She, Marc, and Denise are always posing for cameras

Although regal and a goddess, she’s the most excited for pride

Kills it every year in a crop top

Ismael: The Feral ASpec

He/Him Trans guy aroace

A true king

Probably has people wanting to create a cult inspired by him

Has been carried on many peoples shoulders, and he’s not complaining

Ismael and Lacey- Taking names and eating cake!

He actually does bring cake

Everyone wants to take a selfie with this guy

Makes sure to flip off his mom before leaving

Has a shirt that say “Free Parent Hugs”

Owns a pair of platform crocs

Rides his skateboard through the crowd and throws a bunch of glitter while performing tricks

There’s a TikTok account dedicated to him

The only makeup he will let touch his face is eye shadow, and maybe some black lipstick if he’s up for it

Makes sure to let the other trans people who snuck out of their homes that they are safe and loved

Yes, he gets sappy during these events, but only because he cares

Definitely paints aromantic flags on his pants

Breaks way too many hearts

Every time Ismael does a kick flip, a trans girl starts taking estrogen

[diabolik-boys]

sᵖᵉᵃᵏᵉʳ ★ 「クロン」⁣⁣⁣

꧁𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾….⁣⁣

“Happy Birthday——Belated Birthday Azusa~Sorry that I only just managed to catch up to your birthday that I missed today...But hey, I got you some very special gifts as a way to compensate~”

[From his back, he pulls out a dark cyan colored medium sized gift box, then open up the lid to show what's inside of it—]

[—There inside, sit two more different looking boxes: a smaller sized silver box encarved with beautiful looking patterns on the top and edge ; and another brown wooden built box, both placed neatly beside each other.]

“—So! Do let me do some respective introductions—”

[he picks up the miniature silver box, opening it—to reveal a unique looking necklace resting inside, with a glamorous cyan colored crystal, pocket within the cage of silver thorns and spikes, as the entire thing was shaped in somewhat like a bullet with a specifically sharp pointed end.]

“...This thing right here—Its a necklace, obviously~ I got it for you for the mere reason of it's color, cyan, your favorite— but if you like~It can even work as a portable mini knife or dagger, hanged around your neck or stored conveniently in your pocket. Heheh, cool right?~”

[After finished explaining the first gift, he then proceeded to move on the next one—simply lifting up the wooden lid of the box to show what's inside—There in the box, laid three bottles of spices—ones that do not seem like they came from Japan, and such are titled in interesting names—]

“...I actually have these stored for some time, having them storaged since the day I got them until I am to hand them to you as one of the gifts on your special day~”

“These are spices— And by spices I mean the very very spicy kind~ They've got pretty interesting names huh? Something for an occasional change instead of your usual go to Shichimi. I think I had a sample of them respectively and I can promise to you—These things are good~”

“......”

“....Sorry I couldn't get you anything more—But, maybe to compensate—”

“I can bake you some spicy cupcakes, a recipe that I learnt and experimented—”

“—All for the sake to celebrate my spice loving lil bro's birthday?~”

“Oh, Kuron... These are all so wonderful. Thank you...”

[Azusa sniffles, going to gently take the necklace and box of spices within his hands. Looking over the spices, he inspects the necklace next, amazed by its beauty.]

“I'm just... happy you thought of me. I know you... are very busy, and... sometimes it's hard... to find motivation. But just knowing that... you wanted to get me some... things... It means a lot. You mean... a lot to me, Kuron...”

[Azusa carefully touches along the necklace, before putting it on.]

“I... want to bake the cupcakes with you. Can we...? I wish to... spend more time with you... Thank you for... such wonderful gifts. I... I wish to spend the rest... of the day today with... you. I will feel less... lonely with you.”

[Azusa gently takes Kuron's hand. He leads him to the kitchen, and gets out the supplies for cupcakes.]

[linnorabeifong]

🪡 The scene you worked the hardest on in any fic?

👀 What’s an idea you had for a fic that you never did anything with?

🪡 The first one is so hard to think of. All scenes are hard af for me because I’m so new to writing and so afraid of the crazy ideas my brain churns out.

I think “The Wedding” tbh because I so badly wanted to put the audience in Lin’s head space and show the brutality of her disorder. But I was also afraid that the scene would come out poorly and not be well received.

I didn’t want to cross some sort of invisible line, you know ? I also was afraid that it would come off as glamorizing eating disorders or that it would trigger someone. But then I thought about it and decided that tags and trigger warnings were sufficient and I realized that there was nothing glamorous about what I was writing. She’s at a party and she should be having a great time and instead she’s nearly dying in a bathroom all alone.

I got over my fear and just wrote it (actually wrote it mid concert because the anxiety of the night inspired anx!ous Lin) .

I wanted it to be beautiful in a way. It sounds weird but its because I find Lin as a character to be not only physically beautiful but spiritually too. She’s hauntingly beautiful. She pretty the way gray rainy days and cemeteries are. A kind of beauty you’re afraid to touch. Yet her suffering is so thorough that it’s shocking and the graphic nature of it is well… beyond gross.

so here is the scene, you have been forewarned the last person who read it messaged me and said "made me want to vomit"

major TW for blood, vomiting and eating disorders

"She can’t stop. Even though she wants to. Even though she is fighting against the urge desperately. Even though there is no food left to bring up. A metallic taste fills her mouth. Blood, Warm, red. Gushing, grunting, gripping the porcelain.

Choking. There is no air left in her lungs. She can’t breathe. She sits on the tile of Pema’s bathroom. She notices the blood dripping all over the ground. She would have to clean it, or else be given away by stained tile.

Blood. Dripping all over her clothes.

Blood. Red against her white face .

She feels warm and cold at the same time. She curls up into a ball. Her throat stings, her head is spinning. She closes her eyes.

Relief. After a few moments of desperate struggling she could breathe again. She pulls herself up off of the floor. Turns on the sink, cleans her hands, rinses out her mouth. Splashes her face. She glances in the mirror noting her messy hair and the blood and puke soaking her clothes. She fixes her hair and cleans her clothes off to the best of her abilities.

Her face is puffy.

Her eyes are watery and red.

She looks like shit.

Thump thump thump

Her thoughts are interrupted by loud knocking.

She freezes.

“Aunt Lin, are you in there ?”

She pauses for a moment.

“Yeah”

“I’ve been looking for you”

“You have ?”

“Yeah you disappeared two hours ago”

Shit.

“Are you ok ?”

“I’m fine” she said very unconvincingly, cringing internally at the hoarseness of her own voice.

Opal makes a sound of disagreement .

She has to get Opal to leave. She has to clean up the blood before anyone comes in here. The room smells of blood, and her clothes. Her clothes smell horrible, the metallic scent of blood mingled with the pungency of sick. She smells like death.

She doesn’t have any time. She quickly grabs the hand towels hanging up next to the sink and sopps up the blood off the floor. She throws the dirty towels in the hamper in the corner. She throws open the cabinet under the sink.

Tampons, nail polish remover, toothpaste.

Then she finally finds the cleaning supplies, sponges, bleach, peroxide, soap. She thanks the spirits.

“Are you sure you’re okay ?”

It was sweet that she cared.

“I’m fine, sweet heart just had too much to drink”

“Do you need me to get Kya ?”

“No,” Lin says immediately, too insistently .

The last person she wants to see her like this is Kya.

She sets to work scrubbing up the stain and then throws the sponge she used in the bin.

The room was clean. It was like it never happened."

Here is the whole chapter

👀 I have a thousand unwritten ideas.

A) College AU where Lin and Zolt are both professors and hate each others guts. Enemies to lovers. Could be cute but I don’t know if it’s a bit… done ?

B) Lin getting murdered by Tarrlok? It happens in city hall and there’s an irony in it because help is right there. Tenzin is right there. Kind of weird but the thought was like a poem. Like the heart beat Edgar Allen Poe poem. Except for it’s her blood dripping… and other sounds. It was a halloween idea but I decided it was too gruesome and never actually wrote it.

C) Another idea I had was what if some how Lin was Mako’s mother ? Like actually biologically his mom and it’s a huge secret. Too messy timeline wise for me to figure it out. If I figured that out who would his father be ? Why did she choose to not raise him ? Why didn't she find him after his parents died ? Too many plot holes for me. Maybe I'll try one day.

I have so many more but this is already a novel. Thank you so much for the ask <3 . I'm glad to answer more.

[princesssarisa]

The Different Types of Evil Queen in "Snow White" Adaptations

Since @ariel-seagull-wings recently shared a list of the different types of Snow White characterizations in different adaptations of the fairy tale, I thought I would share a list of the different portrayals of Snow White's nemesis, the evil Queen.

There tends to be more overlap between the different types of Queen than between the different types of Snow White: several portrayals belong to more than one category. But I was still able to narrow the various portrayals down to the five most popular "types."

This covers the Queen's true self only: to discuss the various portrayals of her disguises too would require a separate post.

The Grim Sorceress

This Queen is sinister at first sight. Her beauty is cold, and she contains it in severe styling and dress, wearing sleek, dark-colored gowns and with her hair in a tight updo or hidden by a medieval cowl. Nor does she bother to hide either her ruthlessness or her witchcraft. She's feared throughout the kingdom for her awesome magical powers and for her cruelty, and we see hints of just how she's earned that fear, with dark dungeons in her castle that contain skeletons and/or suffering prisoners. Her transformation into an old hag (or into some other creative form) is done with sinister magic, not just the makeup and prosthetics that other Queens use. Nor are her vanity or her temper ever played for laughs. This is a calm, stern Queen, who rarely smiles except in grim satisfaction when her plans succeed, and who never (or almost never) goes into hysterics over Snow White's superior beauty, but responds with hard, icy resolve to be rid of her. While she might occasionally use her beauty for seduction, she mainly seems to want to be the fairest for the sake of her own pride, as she's generally a solitary figure who uses magical brute force to get what she wants. The quintessential Queen of this type is the very first Disney villain, voiced by Lucille La Verne in 1937's immortal Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Other examples are Suna Selen's Queen in the 1971 Turkish Pamuk Prenses film, Queen Chrystal in the anime series The Legend of Snow White and Charlize Theron's Queen Ravenna in Snow White and the Huntsman... although she combines it with another type of portrayal, seen at the very bottom of this list.

The Venomous Lady

This is a more human Queen than the Grim Sorceress, although she shares much of the same dignity. She's not overtly evil at first, but wears the facade of a refined lady who seems kind and generous, if slightly cold and aloof. It's easy to see why Snow White's father trusted her and thought she would be a good wife. But beneath her amiable facade is deadly jealousy, rage, and cruelty. The phrase "silk hiding steel" comes to mind, describing a woman whose gentle, refined facade hides great strength, but instead of steel, this Queen's silk hides venom. When she reveals that venom to Snow White (for example, by imprisoning her, or by confronting her about her beauty and threatening to banish her), it's almost more horrifying than if it had come from a more blatantly evil Queen. This Queen is also less likely to know witchcraft herself and more likely to have a witch or wizard ally to supply her disguises and poisons. But if she is a witch herself, she's careful to let no one know it. Examples of this type of Queen include Patricia Medina in Snow White and the Three Stooges, the Queen in the anime Grimm's Fairy Tale Classics, and the Queens of the mid-century live-action German versions, Addi Adametz in 1955's Schneewittchen und die sieben Zwerge (although she skirts the line between this type and the Grim Sorceress), Marianne Christina Schilling in 1961's Schneewittchen, and Herta Kravina in the 1971 Schneewittchen short.

The Prima Donna

This Queen is usually – though not always – a more comic portrayal of the character. She's a glamorous overgrown "mean girl" who devotes her life to enhancing her beauty and showing it off. She typically wears lavish, eye-catching gowns and headdresses, sometimes laughable in their gaudiness, and receives luxuriant beauty baths and other cosmetic treatments in her chambers. If her hair isn't too lavishly styled, she'll be seen constantly brushing it as she gazes adoringly into her mirror and boasts to herself about her own beauty. And woe to any servant who doesn't perfectly cater to her thousand daily whims! Far from the calm, collected Grim Sorceress or Venomous Lady, this spoiled brat of a Queen typically bullies her castle staff and throws tantrums when she doesn't get her own way. She tends to be something of a woman-child... yet this doesn't stop her from being truly sinister, cunning, and dangerous when she wants to be. Examples include Queen Brangomar in the 1912 stage play and its 1916 silent film version where she's played by Dorothy Cumming, Vanessa Redgrave in the Snow White episode of Faerie Tale Theatre, Diana Rigg in the Cannon Movie Tales adaptation, the Queen in Luigi Zaninelli's opera adaptation (because of course an operatic soprano Queen should be a Prima Donna), and Sonja Kirschberger in Sechs auf einen Streich.

The Femme Fatale

This Queen is a sensual being. She wears brightly colored and/or revealing and provocative clothes, devotes her life to lavish parties full of admiring guests, and takes a narcissistic sensual delight in her own beauty. She also makes her beauty serve a purpose: manipulating men. Her specialty is seduction, whether subtle or overt, and her magic likely includes love potions or seductive hypnosis as well as poisons. In this way she captivates the likes of Snow White's father and the Huntsman, and typically she wants to captivate the Prince too. Whether for himself, for his kingdom's wealth, or both, she wants him, which enhances her jealousy of Snow White with romantic rivalry. It doesn't matter if he's twenty years her junior – I almost named this type of Queen "the Mrs. Robinson" before I realized that not every example targets the Prince. Examples (both those who target the Prince and those who don't) include Gudrun Landgrebe in Schneewittchen und das Geheimnis der Zwerge, Jeri Aredando's Sly Fox in Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child, Jane March's Queen Gwendolyn in Grimm's Snow White, Julia Roberts' Queen Clementianna in Mirror, Mirror (although she combines it with a more lighthearted Prima Donna portrayal), and Nadeshda Brennicke in Schneewittchen und der Zauber der Zwerge. Vanessa Redgrave in Faerie Tale Theatre and Miranda Richardson's Queen Elspeth in Snow White: The Fairest of Them All are partly this type of Queen too, although the former combines it with the Prima Donna, the latter with the Venomous Lady and with... see below.

The Spiraling Madwoman

This is more of a subtype than an individual type of Queen characterization, as it's usually combined with one of the above. But whether she starts out as a Grim Sorceress, a Venomous Lady, or a Femme Fatale, her defining feature is that as Snow White repeatedly survives her attempts to kill her, she becomes increasingly unhinged. She might be slightly unhinged from the start, showing anxiety each time she consults her magic mirror even before she gets an answer she dislikes. And the prospect of losing her status as the fairest in the land doesn't just make her jealous, but gradually sends her into a full-blown emotional and mental breakdown. She typically has a reason for this. Maybe she was born ugly, but made beautiful by magic, and is afraid of losing the beauty that was never really hers; maybe she has a traumatic backstory, which she only survived thanks to her beauty and resulting power over men; or maybe there's a prophecy that a woman more beautiful than she is will cause her death. But whatever the reason, this is the most pitiable version of the Queen. Without making her any less of a villain, her final scene – which typically inflicts both of her worst fears on her, the loss of her beauty as well as death – contains real pathos, as she swings from savage rage to collapsing in a weeping, whimpering heap. One Queen who partly embodies this type is Miranda Richardson's Queen Elspeth in Snow White: The Fairest of Them All (who combines it with the Venomous Lady and the Femme Fatale), but probably the ultimate Spiraling Madwoman is Charlize Theron's Queen Ravenna in Snow White and the Huntsman (who combines it with the Grim Sorceress).

Which type of Queen – or blend of types – is your favorite?

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