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‘Alia, look at me,’ Rufus said softly.
But she couldn’t. Her eyes were screwed up tightly, closed in the hopes that she might be able to ignore the pain in her hand. Catching it in the door was one of the stupidest things she could have done, and yet she found she was more annoyed that it would make spells more difficult than anything else.
‘Sweetheart,’ he cooed, and she felt his warm fingers tucked gently beneath her chin. An attempt to coax her to look at him.
She wetted her lips nervously before carefully peeling her eyes open. Rufus was on one knee in front of her, putting him at the height disadvantage for once. Concern shone behind his eyes.
‘Can you move your hand?’ he asked, moving his hand so it was offered out to her. A resting place while she tested the gesture.
She tentatively put her hand on top of his and tried to curl her fingers into a fist. It smarted, but she was able to do it.
‘I can move it,’ she admitted, though she could hear the pain in her own voice.
‘That’s good,’ he offered, though she could have sworn his hand beneath hers was trembling. ‘But we should probably head to A&E. Just... Let’s maybe tell your mum afterwards so she doesn’t worry.’ Alia scoffed softly as she carefully retracted her hand. ‘OK,’ she agreed, really hoping that it was a simple bruise rather than anything else, but grateful that she had Rufus there with her.
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Random Dialogue Prompts for Magical Entrepreneur Story
Gif One- Demon: Are you fast enough? // Demon: I doubt it. // Demon: You'll lose her. // [Screaming]
Gif Two- Claudine: Are you OK?
Gif Three- Zeph: How is she doing?
Gif Four- Claudine: You made a mistake. Underestimating Alia.
Gif Five- Zeph: You need to trust me.
Gif Six- Alia: What are you doing here? Nothing I can see. / Claudine: I'm sorry. / Alia: Don't apologise.
Gif Seven- Alia: This homework is gonna be the death of me. // Zeph: OK. // Zeph: What can I do?
A/N: I'll probably write drabbles for these at some point.
#ocappreciation#Made By Me#Dialogue Prompts#Magical Entrepreneur Story#Richard Claudine#Zephaniah Stagg#Alia Underwood#Zeph Stagg
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#a beacon for travelers seeking extraordinary experiences in the heart of the United Arab Emirates.#Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC was more than just a tourism company; it was a gateway to the enchanting world of Dubai#offering curated journeys that combined luxury#culture#and adventure. The company took its name from the Arabic phrase#Once upon a time#in the vibrant city of Dubai#there existed a tourism company that stood out amidst the towering skyscrapers and the glittering lights of the urban oasis. This company w#Bab Al Isra#" meaning the Gate of Night Journey#reflecting its commitment to guiding travelers through unforgettable experiences.#The story of Bab Al Isra began with its founder#a visionary entrepreneur with a passion for showcasing the hidden gems of Dubai. The company's mission was clear — to create a bridge betwe#The team at Bab Al Isra Tourism carefully crafted unique itineraries that went beyond the typical tourist routes. Whether it was a desert s#a private tour of the historic Al Fahidi district#or a yacht cruise along the iconic Dubai Marina#every experience was designed to leave a lasting impression.#One of Bab Al Isra's signature offerings was the “Golden Sunset Expedition.” This exclusive tour took travelers on a magical journey into t#where they witnessed the sun setting over the dunes#casting a golden glow across the landscape. The evening continued with a traditional Arabian feast under the twinkling stars#complete with captivating cultural performances.#Word spread quickly about the extraordinary experiences provided by Bab Al Isra Tourism. Travelers from around the world sought the experti#As the company grew#so did its commitment to sustainable and responsible tourism. Bab Al Isra became involved in community initiatives#supporting local artisans and promoting eco-friendly practices. They partnered with conservation organizations to ensure the protection of#Bab Al Isra Tourism became synonymous with excellence in the tourism industry#winning accolades for their commitment to customer satisfaction and cultural enrichment. The company's success was not just measured in num#And so#the story of Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC continued to unfold#a testament to the power of combining tradition with innovation
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book recs: june 2024
it's been a weird few months of swinging wildly between mood reading of new things and needing to reread old favourites. all of these were new-to-me, and * means I read an ARC so they're not out yet BUT keep your eyes peeled/preorder if you like the sound of them.
SOMEONE YOU CAN BUILD A NEST IN by john wiswell - sapphic monster romance but make it asexual rep (woo!) between a protagonist who is usually a ball of shapeshifting goo, and a woman whose awful family is trying to hunt down the shapeshifting monster. it's both delightfully gruesome and a sweet, angry story about two hurt people finding and saving one another. this book deserves to become tumblr-famous.
LORD OF SCOUNDRELS by loretta chase - an absolute platinum-level classic in regency romance history, and for good reason. jessica trent: best heroine to ever appear on the page. wild hijinks, superb feelings, jessica can we please be best friends so you can teach me all about your antiques dealership.
THE SAINT OF BRIGHT DOORS by vajra chandrasekera - everyone describes this as 'impossible to describe' and they're right. truly original urban-ish fantasy about the oppression of underclasses, magic, identity, the inconvenience of being prophesied to kill your father, and a support group for failed messiahs. it's splendid and will stretch your mind like a muscle.
ALL THE SINNERS BLEED - by s.a. cosby - a contemporary crime thriller about a black sheriff in the american south trying to catch a serial killer in the face of systemic racism and obstruction. dark themes, wonderfully written, extremely gripping: I read it in a day.
THE UNDERHISTORY by kaaron warren - an elderly woman running tours of her infamously 'haunted' family home is confronted with a group of dangerous escaped killers looking for somewhere to hide. half slowburn crime horror and half a fantastic, meandering exploration of one person's history. you all know I love a vaguely fucked-up house, and this one comes with an older protagonist hiding secrets of her own.
THE DEATH OF VIVEK OJI by akwaeke emezi - there's a new emezi book coming out soon so I finally let myself read this one! a brief, bittersweet slap of a novel about gender and sexuality and family and longing, told in emezi's uniquely electrifying prose style. I wish I could write like this.
THE FRIEND ZONE EXPERIMENT* by zen cho - zen's first contemporary romance! inspired by kdrama tropes! a hardworking singaporean entrepreneur heroine in london! I enjoyed the romance itself but even more I enjoyed watching renee fight to prove herself in the face of various terrible men.
THE FORMIDABLE MISS CASSIDY* by meihan boey - if susan sto helit is your favourite discworld character, you will love the hell out of this. no-nonsense magical governess deals with folklore monsters and social drama in 19th century singapore. lively and heaps of fun. I wish it was an episodic buffy-esque tv show.
THE PAIRING* by casey mcquiston - two exes accidentally reunite on a food & wine tour of europe for the sluttiest and most self-indulgent bisexual summer ever. food porn, drinks porn, european scenery porn, feelings porn, porn-porn: this is a book that is 95% Various Vibes and Porn and if that sounds like your kind of thing, you'll love it. warning: will make you very hungry.
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : A CELEBRATION : :;
╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hugh Jackman x F!Reader
・❥・GENRE: Fluff!!
ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You, a successful skincare entrepreneur, are supported by your loving husband Hugh Jackman and your two kids at a promotional photoshoot. Later, you host a rooftop launch party to celebrate your brand's commercial, with friends like Ryan Reynolds attending. Filled with love, laughter, and pride, the story highlights your achievements and Hugh's unwavering admiration for you as you share the joy of success with your family.
Based on a request.
THE DAY WAS BRIGHT AND BUZZING WITH ENERGY AS YOU STEPPED INTO THE SLEEK, modern studio where your photoshoot was set to take place. Your skincare line had exploded in popularity over the last year, and this shoot was a major milestone. As you entered, the familiar hum of cameras, makeup artists, and stylists filled the air, and your excitement mirrored the energy in the room.
Hugh walked in right behind you, holding the hands of your two kids, their wide eyes taking in the vibrant scene. He was dressed casually, in jeans and a dark button-down shirt, looking every bit the supportive husband with a proud smile plastered across his face. Your kids—an adventurous five-year-old boy and a curious eight-year-old girl—were equally excited, bouncing on their feet as they looked around at all the equipment and lights.
"Look at this place, Mom!" your daughter said in awe. “It’s like we’re in a movie!”
Hugh chuckled softly, watching her enthusiasm. “You know your mom is a star, right? She’s not just in a movie; she’s the leading lady.”
You smiled at them, adjusting your outfit and taking a deep breath. Today was a big day, but having Hugh and the kids here made it all feel easier, more grounded. They were your biggest supporters, and their love and enthusiasm were the fuel that kept you going.
As you were guided toward the makeup station, Hugh leaned in to kiss your cheek softly. “You look stunning already,” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and full of warmth. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep the kids entertained while you work your magic.”
“I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” you replied, squeezing his hand. His eyes sparkled with love and pride, and for a moment, the bustle of the studio faded away as the two of you shared a quiet moment.
~
The photoshoot went seamlessly. You felt confident and radiant as the photographer snapped away, directing you with ease. Every now and then, you caught a glimpse of Hugh and the kids in the background. They were lounging on a plush couch, Hugh holding your son as he animatedly pointed out the cool lights and equipment. Your daughter was mesmerized, her little hands cupped around her face as she watched you pose.
“You’re doing amazing, babe!” Hugh called out, offering you a thumbs-up with that signature grin of his.
During a break, you walked over to them, your heels clicking against the polished floor. Your daughter ran to you first, hugging you around the waist.
“You look so beautiful, Mom! I want to be just like you when I grow up.”
Your heart swelled at her words, and you crouched down to her level, brushing a stray curl from her face. “You already are like me, sweetheart. You’re smart, creative, and beautiful, inside and out.”
Hugh ruffled your son’s hair. “She’s right, you know. Both of you have got a bit of your mom’s magic.”
A small, contented laugh escaped your lips. The love you shared as a family felt like an unshakable foundation, one that had carried you through the highs and lows of launching your business. And here you were, on the brink of even more success, with them by your side.
~
The evening of your launch party had finally arrived. The event was being held at a luxurious rooftop venue, with sweeping views of the city skyline and an intimate, festive atmosphere that felt like the perfect way to celebrate the next chapter of your skincare brand.
Hugh stood beside you as you surveyed the space, your fingers intertwined. He looked effortlessly handsome in a sharp suit, the very picture of a supportive, loving husband. Your kids were running around with their friends, laughing and enjoying the festivities. The rooftop was elegantly decorated, with soft lighting, floral arrangements, and tables laden with food and drinks, including your very own line of skincare products on display.
“I can’t believe this is real,” you whispered to Hugh as you gazed at the bustling room. Friends, colleagues, and even a few celebrities had shown up to support you, making it feel like a dream.
Hugh kissed your temple, holding you close. “Believe it, love. You’ve earned every bit of this. I’m so proud of you.”
Just then, you heard a familiar voice calling out. “Oi! Where’s the star of the night?”
You turned to see Ryan Reynolds walking toward you, a grin plastered across his face, arms wide as if he were about to make a grand speech. As usual, his entrance was full of energy, and he didn’t waste a second before pulling you into a friendly hug.
“Ryan!” you laughed, returning the embrace. “You made it!”
“Of course, I did. There’s no way I’d miss celebrating your big night,” Ryan said, pulling back to glance at Hugh. “Plus, I’m pretty sure Hugh would never let me hear the end of it if I didn’t show up.”
Hugh smirked, crossing his arms. “You’re right about that.”
Ryan turned back to you, his playful grin in full force. “Seriously though, congratulations. I’m going to buy so much of this skincare stuff that people will start mistaking me for Hugh. Just you watch.”
Hugh groaned, rolling his eyes. “Please don’t. One of me is more than enough for the world.”
Everyone laughed, the banter light and familiar. It was moments like these—surrounded by friends and family—that made all the hard work feel worth it.
As the night progressed, speeches were made, drinks were raised, and the rooftop was filled with laughter and joy. Hugh rarely left your side, his arm draped protectively around your waist, his presence a steadying force amid the celebratory chaos.
When it was finally time to unveil the official commercial for your skincare brand, the entire crowd gathered around the large projector screen. Your heart raced with anticipation, and you felt Hugh’s hand squeeze yours as the video began to play.
The commercial was stunning—a perfect representation of everything you had worked so hard to build. It showcased the elegance, simplicity, and natural beauty of your products, and when it ended, the crowd erupted in applause. Hugh leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips amidst the cheers.
“You did it,” he whispered, his voice full of awe. “This is just the beginning.”
You smiled against his lips, feeling the warmth of his love wrap around you like a blanket. “We did it,” you corrected softly. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”
He cupped your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “You’re incredible. Don’t ever forget that.”
Just as you were about to respond, your daughter came running up, dragging your son behind her. “Mom, Dad! Did you see how cool that was? Everyone loves your commercial!”
You scooped her up into your arms, feeling the love and pride radiating from every direction. Hugh placed a hand on your son’s shoulder, pulling him into the family embrace as the four of you stood there, soaking in the moment.
It wasn’t just about the success of your business or the adoration of your friends and peers—it was about the love and support of your family, who had been there every step of the way.
As the party continued into the night, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. Surrounded by your loved ones, with Hugh’s arms wrapped around you and your children beaming with pride, you knew that this was the start of something even more beautiful. Not just for your company, but for the life you were building together—full of love, laughter, and endless possibilities.
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business matter — meet HeAVEN.
↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.
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when was the last time...
you felt at ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒?
✶ . ࣪ ׅ stay here, stay with us ' 🪐
⋆。˚ ☁️ 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑. ✩˚ ⋆。˚
— HeAVEN (헤이븐), is a 5 member South Korean girlgroup under Olympia Entertainment. The group consists of Serim, Yves, Minnie, Chaeyoung and Yujin.
"=⌕ Olympia Entertainment? / "The creators of a new entertainment world." A company founded in the year 2000 by son of entrepreneur, Shin Na Myeong. His dream was to create a narrative universe with a story that could be told through the debut of various groups.
The first OE group was inVAGANT, a 4 member male band. They succeeded in becoming relevant and well respected as one of the pioneers of 2nd generation of kpop.
But it wasn't until the debut of boygroup VOYAGER in 2010 that the company got established as one of the kpop leaders, earning a title as the "new big 4," thanks to its contribution to the entertainment scene and cultural impact as the trendsetters of storytelling and complex concepts.
With their debut in 2018, HeAVEN rapidly became one of the most talked-about groups of their era. Reaching the top spot of all the lists with their 2019 global song, "The War," title track of their high-selling first full album, "Promised Land."
the 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 is always 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔.
(i got to bring it back to its original state)
✎﹏୭ 🧷 ᵎᵎ HeAVEN unifies the two words haven and heaven.
— It's directly connected to their lore, which talks about 5 girls who discover earth is not where they originate from and have to find their way back home. "Haven" being a way to refer to their natal land, and "Heaven" being where it is, the moon.
• ! A magical, mystic story that switches between space and earth, transports into various planets and is laced with uncertainty, despair, longing as well as hope, love and beauty. It brings music with cosmic and dreamy sounds, just as much as strong, powerful and dark marching anthems, by the hand of the very versatile HeAVEN, with their long-time, extremely talented, unique members.
when ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 is not a place
i still find haven in 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
✎﹏୭ 🧷 ᵎᵎ songs that sound like HeAVEN...
! when there's hope.
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! and when there's war.
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— Olympia Entertainment Co., Ltd. KOREA. WARNING : All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized Duplication & Rent is Prohibited.
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Rule #1: Melanin Magic Don't Quit! The Power of Persistence for #BlackEntrepreneurs
We all know the struggle. The late nights, the technical glitches, the moments of self-doubt whispering sweet nothings about giving up. But fam, listen up: Rule #1: The second you give up is the second you fail.
Building a Black-owned business is a marathon, not a sprint. There will be bumps in the road, detours, and maybe even a flat tire or two. But that's where the melanin magic kicks in! ✊
Here's how persistence fuels Black excellence:
Turns setbacks into lessons: Every obstacle is a chance to learn, adapt, and come back stronger.
Breeds resilience: The road to success is paved with grit. The more persistent you are, the better equipped you are to handle challenges.
Attracts opportunities: Persistence shows dedication and passion, making you a magnet for potential partners and collaborators.
Feeling discouraged? We've all been there! But remember, success stories are born from those who refused to give up.
Let's build a community that celebrates persistence!
Head over to our website (link in bio) for inspiring stories of Black entrepreneurs who overcame challenges and achieved their dreams.
Share your story in the comments!
What's been your biggest challenge as a Black entrepreneur?
How did you overcome it?
Let's lift each other up and show the world the power of melanin persistence! ✊
#melanin#black excellence#black girl magic#affiliatemarketing#black tumblr#digital marketing#black girl aesthetic#black owned#black entrepreneurship#melaninentrepreneur
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With Reckless Choices - Leona Kingscholar x Reader Pt 3
I personally love this one for the vibes I got when writing. I freaking love this song. And yes, I've used it before for inspiration.
Premise: Another date, but someone ends up showing their hand.
Words: 2,272
Music Inspirations: Hurricane - Panic! At the Disco
~~~Gambits Lost~~~
Music and merriment fill the bustling city. Joy permeates every street as the citizens celebrate Topsy-Turvy Fest. Hopeful entrepreneurs show off wares to excited tourists while the mouth-watering scent of signature food calls to anyone in the area. Most intriguing, however, are the shows scattered across the town to entertain. Thus far I’ve been witness to magicless magic shows, a story told by eccentric puppets, unusual juggling, and even a contest for the ugliest mask. The music sings like sirens though, an amassing crowd drawing me by my curiosity.
A troupe of performers have taken over the street, gathering more on-lookers as the tune continues. Some members of the ensemble coax passers-by to join in the frivolity regardless of their dancing prowess.
Then a hand takes mine. That sweet, pure smile behind the mask lures me in, hoping to add me to the fun. Apprehension fills my chest but as she integrates me into the mass, I find myself compliant. It doesn’t take long to lose myself in the music and just be part of the crowd.
A pair of hands finds my waist, instantly matching my rhythm. Citrus spice immediately invades my lungs like a drug and I can’t fight the smile biting at my lips.
“Imagine if you picked the wrong fool in the crowd,” I muse.
His voice, low enough for only me, sends a buzz through my brain. “Oh I would never mistake anyone else for my fool.” A twirl brings my full attention to him. Gold glitters in the light, unable to mute those unmistakable eyes. “I could pick you out of a crowd with any one of my senses.”
Goosebumps trace my spine. “You say as if you’ve actually tasted me.”
His teeth gleam. “Wanna test that theory?”
“You want to taste a crowd of people?”
“I wanna taste you.” Across his lip slips his tongue to make his point.
It’s been just over six months since this little affair began and he’s still vying for that kiss. Tales of the prince’s unrivaled laziness have certainly reached my ears, so I’m very impressed he’s still putting in the effort. And he really is. Not every date has been unique or magical, but each of them has been truly enjoyable. I’m always amazed by the little things he incorporates into each meeting, be it a flavor I mentioned liking or something I hadn’t tried before. I can’t say I’m entirely convinced his motives have changed, but he’s certainly doing his best to run away with my heart.
I tap a finger against his lower lip. “Nice try.”
Harlequin eyes roll, having long since learned it’s not that easy.
Together, we sway. “I have to say, you may have outdone yourself. How did you come up with this one?”
“Ruggie gloated about attending the festival when he came last year. Said it was one of the most exciting events of his life. Very impressed by the cuisine.”
“Is he the food-motivated hyena? Blonde. Sneaky. Kind of cute?”
An ear flickers. “Wanna try that again?”
“No. He is cute,” I scoff. My eyes narrow with my grin. “Don’t tell me you’re insecure now? Someone so handsome and charming as you? Surely not my clever kitty.”
“Yeah right.”
“Then what? I’m not allowed to compliment others?”
“No. Those eyes are for me.” Pulling me flush against him, Leona leans in so I see nothing but the striking green depth of his greed. “Everything you do I want to be about me. I want every dream to be about me, for every thought to be filled with me.” He pulls back, wearing another smirk. “For every smile to be because I made you happy.”
Those last words steal the breath from my lungs, though he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, Leona continues indulging in the music with me in this moment.
Another turn guides me towards the edge of the crowd and, when the song ends, Leona and I slip away into the beautiful streets of Fluer City at the height of its celebrated Topsy-Turvy festival. No other event could be this perfect for us; there are no stares, no gossip, no cameras—no fears when no one knows who’s behind the mask.
Together, we enjoy the festival, taking in the music and sights. Before long, an amazing mix of red, blue, and purple paint the sky, encouraging the golden lanterns to light the streets. Though some people have only just begun to celebrate, many are beginning to pack up and turn in.
Then the most alluring smell ensnares me as we walk by. Warm sweets have been tempting all day and, while I’ve done well resisting thus far, those cinnamon rolls are taunting me. Beginning to pack away her little stand, a woman is busy boxing up what treats she didn’t manage to sell.
A deep chuckle burns in my ears and, a moment later, my date approaches the woman.
“Mind if I take a few more off yer hands before you go?”
“Oh of course. Less for me to take back if you do,” she hums.
Leona takes a box in exchange for a bill. “Thanks.”
Her eyes widen as she digs through her till. “Oh, just let me—”
“Don’t worry about it.” His hand dismisses her action. “I hate carrying the small stuff.”
He leaves her stunned, so full of himself as he returns to me. Even so, I can’t stop smiling.
“How very kind of you,” I say, full of sarcasm.
“What? I didn’t lie. Carrying change around gets annoying.” Our path leads towards the city outskirts.
“Well I also meant the cinnamon rolls.”
“What, you think I got these for you?” The box is suddenly out of reach. “Nah, these are for me.”
“Oh really.”
“I paid for them.”
“Fine. Keep your cinnamon rolls. I’ll just go—”
Before I can walk back, he snags my arm. “Alright alright. Don’t be stupid. You can have one.”
“Well if you insist.”
Just as I reach for the box, again it’s whisked away. “For a kiss.”
That devious grin of his isn’t serious, but I’m not surprised by his choice of collateral.
“Is that all?”
“I mean—”
Quickly, I lean in, pressing a chaste peck against his cheek. Caught off guard, Leona goes rigid and is too distracted to notice my hands sneak around the box. And then I bolt, sweets in my sweet possession.
“Hey!”
Just outside the city, I veer off the path towards the trees. This is when my lion catches up, arms thrown around me. But rather than pull me to a stop, we both end up going down. At least the box makes it out intact, having fallen from my hands alongside his mask. I, on the other hand, am squished even as I laugh.
“Get off of me!”
His strong grip rolls me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head as he holds me down. The mask on my face is taken away by his free hand, exposing me to the full effect of that handsome, smarmy face.
“A smart mage would’ve used their portal magic.”
“What fun would that be?”
“Well then, what punishment should we give thieves tonight?” A finger traces my face.
“You mean being tackled to the ground wasn’t retribution enough?”
“No, that was your punishment for running.” Heat bleeds across my face—clawing at my spine—at his nose brushing against mine. "So what am I gonna do with you?"
In a rather childish moment, I stick my tongue out. It only makes my situation worse.
His grin comes with malice. “Don’t stick it out unless you wanna share it.”
My lips purse, not willing to test him.
Triumphant, Leona frees his captive and sits, reaching for the box. One of the sweets loses a bite, but he looks pleased with himself.
Even as I sit up, I’m still waiting. “That’s it? You’re not going to punish me?”
“Oh I am.” He takes another bite. “These are mine.”
My jaw drops, despite the smile sneaking up on me. “You are such a child.”
Past his mouthful of food, Leona exposes his tongue. It’s a test. Instead, I scrunch my nose at him and look away from my tormentor. The sulking doesn’t last; warm arms pull me against him with a laugh. Even I emit a little giggle, leaning against him. Comfort has never come so easy before.
“So did I win any points today?” he hums.
“Perhaps. The city is beautiful and the festival certainly has been enjoyable.” My mask turns in my grasp. “It’s a relief not to have to worry about being seen for once.”
“Mm, I thought you might like that.”
“Even if we weren’t doing things we shouldn’t, it’s nice not being gawked at and skirted at every opportunity.”
“Would you rather screaming fans rush to mob you?”
“I’d rather be ignored.”
“Fair.”
“A bit like we were, dancing in the crowd.” I set the mask aside, turning my gaze to the new born stars in the twilight sky. “Overall, I’d say this is my favorite date so far. But admittedly, I’m getting a little peckish.”
A new pastry in hand, Leona makes a show of taking another bite. “Oh? What a shame.”
I huff, but laughter rumbles against my back while his head bumps against mine. Ultimately, a taste of that sweet treat is offered by his hand, of which I happily indulge. Embarrassment floods into my ears when he drags a thumb across my cheek, licking the frosting from his finger. It’s such a silly, simple gesture, yet it has me enamored, all the while I bask in his embrace.
I’ve always clung to this ridiculous notion that Leona hasn’t won yet—that I still had an out. It doesn’t matter that he managed to get me to do this in the first place or that we’re still doing it, I kept telling myself no line had been crossed. But right now, as I stare at this haughty cat, beneath the sunset, sharing treats, and goofing around, I think it’s time to admit it. He’s the highlight of my life. I’m always looking forward to our conversations. Then moments like this, he shows me that he’s really paying attention and that he’s willing to take the time to do something for me, despite his lazy reputation. There’s no denying that he’s got his claws deep into my heart.
He’s won.
“Hey, Leo,” I murmur, voice soft and brittle.
With a questioning glance, he looks to me.
And I close the gap.
Fear floods my veins. This is the thing he’s wanted from the beginning. It was my trump card and the one that assured he stuck around. There’s no telling what will happen once this is over.
That fear quickly gives way to greed. His lips are warm and soft, the remnant taste of cinnamon fresh and encouraging. Fingers dive into that wild mane, desperate to eliminate the space that doesn’t exist between us. It’s like tasting water after years of drought and I may never be satiated again.
This new craving only intensifies once those rough hands pull me closer, clinging to my body as if I might evaporate in his grasp. His hunger nearly consumes my own, his mouth eager to take everything he can get. At this point, I might just give everything I have. No one has ever wanted me the way Leona does. His attention and desire are all for me. I am the only thing he sees and I would do everything a thousand times over just to drown in his lust. Sure, it might all be for some petty points, but for the first time in a long time, I feel something other than emptiness.
A little lightheaded and a little overwhelmed, my lips drop from his. This does not deter him in the slightest. Instead, the man presses his ravenous mouth against my neck. That tongue utterly frazzles my mind, causing my shoulder to reactively jump and force him off.
His apology comes in a breathy baritone. “Sorry.”
Finally, he pulls back enough to show me those eyes I admire. Between us, heavy breath mingles. The thumping against my chest fuels the thrill, though I’m not sure whether it belongs to my heart or his.
Adrenaline begins to subside, giving way to bitter thoughts. Even so, I smile, brushing the bangs from his face.
“I never had a chance.”
His elations purrs in his voice. “Glad you finally understand.”
“So should I expect a warning before you expose me?” I stand, brushing down my clothes. “Or would it be better if I take a head start and disappear now?”
Brunette brows furrow as he joins me on his feet. “What are you talking about?”
Thorny words scrape my throat. “You got what you wanted, so this is the end, right?”
He appears insulted at my insinuation. “You kiss me like that and you think we’re done?” It’s my turn to be confused, our foreheads meeting by the grace of his hand. “Not a chance. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
That simple statement shatters everything. I so quickly built a shoddy barrier to prepare for the break and he tore it down, not to leave me in ruins, but to hold on.
Heart fit to burst, I lunge. His laugh fills my ears like a hymn. Even just the way he holds me, as if I’m precious yet fleeting, is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Loneliness will have to wait for my company a while longer.
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Part 4
Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist
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I saw this post a few weeks ago that was like a chart from a psychology text that described how different sorts of childhood trauma can produce different dysfunctions, one of which was (I *think*) Emotional Neglect -> Magical Thinking. I was so intrigued by that. Magical thinking is sort of an umbrella term for the belief in a causal relationship between two unrelated factors; it can include wishing on a birthday cake candle; the feeling that The Universe is telling you to call your ex because something reminded you of them; OCD-type rituals that you believe will ward off misfortune; the deeper meanings mis-assigned to mundane events that can be produced by schizo-affective disorders; and also religious convictions to some degree, although those are rarely considered a clinical problem as with anything that helps or doesn't seem to hurt the participants. There seem to be as many potential causes of magical thinking as there are forms of the thought pattern itself, and trauma is an interesting one.
It might be better to think of "trauma" as "helplessness" here. Magical thinking can help impose a feeling of organization where there is chaos and loss of any sense of significance. There was a lot of magical thinking going around in the gritty, depressed town where I'm from, and I often thought it was because of the persistent economic pressure. It's relatively normal for kids to be susceptible to spooky ideas, but many of the adults were also full of ghost stories and superstitions. I have one very sensible friend who is smarter than I am, who grew up there too, and we often reflect on this, which helps me know that this isn't strictly an idea I have due to my own social choices. My friend doesn't live in that town anymore either, but she's always digging up interesting stuff related to it, and one day she showed me the website of someone there offering his services as a paranormal investigator. He was in his 20s, and the site included a lot of unconvincing photos and a long, vigorous testimonial by the guy's mom. Part of me was dying to put it on tumblr, but it would only have resulted in unnecessary cruelty. I was as much a victim of magical thinking as anybody, and I think even when I was pretty young I was aware of what motivated me to be so naive and gullible: that a world full of ghosts and vampires and UFOs and such was preferable to what I normally experienced, which was a consistent sense of boredom and meaninglessness and drudgery and embarrassment and pain and suffocation in an ugly, flavorless universe whose nicer side was not going to be available to me. I had a lot of really damaging friendships with manipulative assholes and pathological liars because I was so very willing to believe the crazy things they told me, just in case any of them were true, because such a truth could change my whole life.
Sometimes I think it's amazing that I never wound up in a cult, although I guess those relationships were sort of like little one- or two-person cults. Once in a while I read about some crime involving young people who think they're vampires or something, and I have a deep feeling of pity, because I think I know what they were going through (except for the part where they think they can do whatever they want to other people). The sad story of Shanda Sharer involves a whole group of badly abused and underprivileged teens, some of whom thought they were witches or vampires, and it just makes so much sense to me that they would be overtaken by these fantasies of secret meaning and power. Recently I watched Bad Vegan on Netflix, something that I avoided at first because I thought it was just about rich douchebags humiliating each other--which is like, what else is new--and to some degree it is, but actually it's way more disturbing than that. Ambitious young raw food entrepreneur Sarma Melngailis was manipulated, isolated, and ultimately kidnapped by this sadistic freak who preyed first on her loneliness and financial fears by pretending to be a rich suitor who could solve all of her problems; then he preyed upon her feelings of personal insignificance and failure by convincing her that he and she had been selected by a cabal of extraterrestrial illuminati who would make them immortal. Sarma seemed completely broken down to me, and I was amazed by her courage in describing the scam she fell for, that she must have known would invite derision. Part of the documentary explores her youth as a kid who always believed she could become something special, and then mundane tragedies like her parents' divorce brought her back down to earth in a painful way, and it seemed like she spent the rest of her life haunted by the idea that she might just be an ordinary failure of a person. I think that's part of what made her so vulnerable to this psychopath, that he was able to access her secret dream of having a special destiny. I got one of my friends to watch the show and she was very frustrated by it because she just couldn't figure out what Sarma's problem was that would cause her to ever believe the things she was told. I tried to reiterate what I've said here, but it didn't seem to mean anything. Ironically this friend is a practicing witch with formal beliefs in the supernatural, including that people can awaken special powers within themselves, but I guess one man's magical thinking is just um not another man's magical thinking.
I still have a lot of magical thinking going, but it doesn't have the same character it once did. I tend to think of it more as "symbolic thinking"; I have a hard time accessing senses of meaning and hope, let alone any kind of self-belief, and sometimes symbolic gestures and concepts can provide that access better than my own direct, practical attempts ever could. It helps that I have a basic agnosticism about the invisible structures of the world, like it's easy for me to believe that there is more to life than what comes in through the five senses, even if I don't pretend to know entirely what that "more" is. That may help me believe that "anything is possible" and I shouldn't give up, even if I direly want to and I know I'm being kind of irrational. Magical thinking can be a double-edged sword, but maybe it's better than nothing.
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white and gold matty when the kids force him to get a cat because alanis really wanted one and forced vera and fiona to do puppy dog eyes at matty but then he loves the cat more than they do
oh my goddd this is so fucking cute if you haven’t watched the video do yourself a favour your life Will be better for it!!
so i bet alanis is eight or nine when her best friend gets a cat, and once she goes over there to visit she will not rest until she gets one of her own!!! at first she comes to you, and you laugh to yourself. truthfully, you’ve wanted a pet for a while — it feels like the last thing you need for your little family to be complete, and you’re not a dog person. but you don’t think matty will go for it, and as it turns out, you’re right.
“absolutely fu-absolutely not. it’ll get hair everywhere and scratch up our furniture.”
“more than the kids already do?” you tease, and matty rolls his eyes.
and that, you think, is that. but you underestimated the abilities of three healy girls with their big, healy, brown eyes and the magical persuasive power that seems to be genetic. “please, dad?” alanis whines, shoulder to shoulder with fiona and vera, all wide-eyes and looking like butter wouldn’t melt. “i promise we’ll look after it. you won’t even know it’s here, promise!” matty caves after less than a week of pleading, always weak for his girls.
after a couple of weeks of searching, you adopt the final member of your family, a little grey kitten that alanis names ghost. you warn her seriously that ghost is her responsibility, and she takes it on resolutely. bossy little diva that she is, she declares to her sisters that ghost is my cat, and swaps her chores for ‘cat time.’ the first time you catch her doing it, you want to scold her, but matty’s shoulders are shaking too hard for it to have any effect.
“she’s a little entrepreneur, aren’t you, lani?” he laughs, ruffling her hair as fiona runs in from tidying alanis’ room, scoops up the cat and pelts off again.
even though matty grumbles for weeks, all fucking cat’s got white fur on my black suit, hasn’t it and i don’t understand why you all love it so much, s’not that special. at least a dog can do tricks, it’s not long before he warms up to her.
he starts to sit with her in his home office while he works, playing it off as a distraction from his boredom. god, you’re so annoying, he’ll mutter fondly, dangling a loose piece of string and laughing as she jumps up to try and catch it. stupid name, too. fucking ‘ghost,’ what was she think— she’s nine, she wasn’t thinking. should be called something cool, like the beatles. he gasps. you like that? beetle? yeah, okay. maybe you’re not so bad, beetle.
after that, he and the cat are inseparable, matty cradling her like she’s one of his babies. alanis marches into the living room and stomps on his foot, lifting ghosts into her arms and complaining, “you stole my cat, dad! been looking everywhere for her! you said you didn’t even like her!”
you watch the scene, laughing to yourself as alanis slopes off, resting your head in matty’s lap. “maybe she is too much like me,” he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief as you chuckle.
“aw, you’ll get the cat back later,” you say, pouting teasingly up at him. “‘m better than a cat, anyway.”
“you certainly are,” he grins.
so, long story short, nothing is stronger than the bond between a grumpy, middle-aged father and the cat he swore he didn’t want. he still refuses to call her anything but beetle, though.
#god i am. spiralling#matty with babies and cats Oh i am not okay#matty healy#matty healy x reader#writing#white and gold#alanis#fiona#vera#blurb
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‘You can’t hide in here forever,’ Gemima said, leaning casually against the doorframe when Claudine looked up at her. Even though he knew she hadn’t slept properly in days, that she hadn’t left Alia’s bedside since the allergic reaction had forced her into hospital, she still somehow made the messy hair and the jogging bottoms look almost normal rather than because of circumstance as it was for her.
‘I’m not hiding,’ he countered, wondering vaguely if it was Marty that had given her access to Madame L’s backroom, or the woman herself. ‘I’m researching.’
‘This wasn’t your fault, Rich,’ she offered softly, moving into the room. She stood on the other side of the small table, lent her hands against the table top. ‘This was just one of those things that sometimes happens to her.’
‘Of course,’ he said, even if his heart really wasn’t in it. ‘This isn’t because of that.’
The look of scepticism she shot him was piercing, and oddly it reminded him of Alia just enough that it tugged something deep inside him.
‘If I could find something that could help her…’
‘Rich, this is something you need to talk to her about first. She’s probably tried some of it before.’
He heaved a deep sigh, ran a weary hand over his face. ‘OK,’ he said softly, though he refused to give up. It was the least he could do for her.
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Random Dialogue Prompts for Magical Entrepreneur Story
Gif One- Carolyn: What do you want me to say, Zeph? That it's fine.
Gif Two- Alia: It's gonne be all night. / Marty: OK.
Gif Three- Justin: How could you?
Gif Four- Madame L: What have you two done?
Gif Five- Alia: This is insane.
Gif Six- Marty: You're blind to it, Alia. / Alia: I thought you knew me better.
Gif Seven- Marty: I should wrap these. / Carolyn: Oh my god, Bath. / Marty: See ya.
A/N: I'll probably write drabbles for these at some point.
#ocappreciation#Made By Me#Dialogue Prompts#Magical Entrepreneur Story#Carolyn Grainger#Alia Underwood#Martin Carter#Justin Moreaux#Madame Lebedev#Marty Carter#Madame L
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The Enchanted Odyssey: Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC Unveiling the Magic of Dubai
Once upon a time, in the vibrant city of Dubai, there existed a tourism company that stood out amidst the towering skyscrapers and the glittering lights of the urban oasis. This company was none other than "Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC," a beacon for travelers seeking extraordinary experiences in the heart of the United Arab Emirates.
Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC was more than just a tourism company; it was a gateway to the enchanting world of Dubai, offering curated journeys that combined luxury, culture, and adventure. The company took its name from the Arabic phrase "Bab Al Isra," meaning the Gate of Night Journey, reflecting its commitment to guiding travelers through unforgettable experiences.
The story of Bab Al Isra began with its founder, a visionary entrepreneur with a passion for showcasing the hidden gems of Dubai. The company's mission was clear — to create a bridge between the rich cultural heritage of the region and the modern marvels that defined Dubai's skyline.
The team at Bab Al Isra Tourism carefully crafted unique itineraries that went beyond the typical tourist routes. Whether it was a desert safari under the starlit sky, a private tour of the historic Al Fahidi district, or a yacht cruise along the iconic Dubai Marina, every experience was designed to leave a lasting impression.
One of Bab Al Isra's signature offerings was the "Golden Sunset Expedition." This exclusive tour took travelers on a magical journey into the heart of the desert, where they witnessed the sun setting over the dunes, casting a golden glow across the landscape. The evening continued with a traditional Arabian feast under the twinkling stars, complete with captivating cultural performances.
Word spread quickly about the extraordinary experiences provided by Bab Al Isra Tourism. Travelers from around the world sought the expertise of the company's knowledgeable guides and the personalized touch that made each journey memorable.
As the company grew, so did its commitment to sustainable and responsible tourism. Bab Al Isra became involved in community initiatives, supporting local artisans and promoting eco-friendly practices. They partnered with conservation organizations to ensure the protection of the delicate desert ecosystem that was a central part of their tours.
Bab Al Isra Tourism became synonymous with excellence in the tourism industry, winning accolades for their commitment to customer satisfaction and cultural enrichment. The company's success was not just measured in numbers but in the smiles of the travelers who left Dubai with a piece of its magic in their hearts.
And so, the story of Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC continued to unfold, a testament to the power of combining tradition with innovation, luxury with authenticity, and creating an unforgettable journey through the captivating landscapes of Dubai.
#a beacon for travelers seeking extraordinary experiences in the heart of the United Arab Emirates.#Bab Al Isra Tourism LLC was more than just a tourism company; it was a gateway to the enchanting world of Dubai#offering curated journeys that combined luxury#culture#and adventure. The company took its name from the Arabic phrase#UnitedArbEmirates#TourismCopmayDubai#Once upon a time#in the vibrant city of Dubai#there existed a tourism company that stood out amidst the towering skyscrapers and the glittering lights of the urban oasis. This company w#Bab Al Isra#" meaning the Gate of Night Journey#reflecting its commitment to guiding travelers through unforgettable experiences.#The story of Bab Al Isra began with its founder#a visionary entrepreneur with a passion for showcasing the hidden gems of Dubai. The company's mission was clear — to create a bridge betwe#The team at Bab Al Isra Tourism carefully crafted unique itineraries that went beyond the typical tourist routes. Whether it was a desert s#a private tour of the historic Al Fahidi district#or a yacht cruise along the iconic Dubai Marina#every experience was designed to leave a lasting impression.#One of Bab Al Isra's signature offerings was the “Golden Sunset Expedition.” This exclusive tour took travelers on a magical journey into t#where they witnessed the sun setting over the dunes#casting a golden glow across the landscape. The evening continued with a traditional Arabian feast under the twinkling stars#complete with captivating cultural performances.#Word spread quickly about the extraordinary experiences provided by Bab Al Isra Tourism. Travelers from around the world sought the experti#As the company grew#so did its commitment to sustainable and responsible tourism. Bab Al Isra became involved in community initiatives#supporting local artisans and promoting eco-friendly practices. They partnered with conservation organizations to ensure the protection of#Bab Al Isra Tourism became synonymous with excellence in the tourism industry#winning accolades for their commitment to customer satisfaction and cultural enrichment. The company's success was not just measured in num#And so
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Random PR1 Headcanons/Ideas Pt. 9
Master Post
Fantastic Beasts but it's Chilled as an animal smuggler and Ze is just trying to get funds for his bakery. Chilled is a goofy but clever zoologist that violently rescues from poachers and illegally transfers magical animals all over the world. Ze is a sarcastic entrepreneur that just escaped the boredom of a clerk's office to fulfill his dream. Chilled just arrived in the US, bumped into Ze, who was intrigued by his Italian charm, a little flirting here and there, and they switched their cases by accident.
The story somewhat follows the movie, but instead of an awkward nerd and a dumbfounded non-mage, they are a quick-witted cantrabandist and a bold and restless self-employee that go against Grindelwald. It's kind of ZRC-ending with Chilled still having to obliviate Ze because of MACUSA's regulations.
But a few months into Ze opening his bakery Chilled visits his establishment, seeing all the magical beasts-looking cupcakes. He steps into the queue and orders some pastry and asks for Ze's closing hours, flirting through the entirety of his visit, using all of his Italian charm.
And Ze remembers.
#private recording 1#allianettemie5 original#zeroyalchaos#chilledchaos#zeroyalviking#let me cook#decided to post this because i dont think ill be doing anything with it#but maybe someone else can
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"Freddie Mercury was like a very rare gem or a rare painting. There will never be another like him."
"That was the kind, caring and generous one. In private Freddie was very different from the outrageous performer you saw onstage. He was so thoughtful. When we were recording in the Abbey Road studio he used to bring in a big hamper packed full with exotic food including caviar, salmon, different cheeses and his favourite Cristal champagne. In private he really was a lovely and caring man. And his generosity went far beyond his closest friends and fellow workers. Total strangers regularly benefited from his kindness.
If something came up on TV about someone in financial trouble he would send off a cheque anonymously through one of his companies. I remember him sending a cheque off a couple who were out of work and whose house had been repossessed. He did things like that so many times.
He would see something on the news or be told about someone's hardship and immediately reach for a chequebook. He liked real people. He may have been larger than life and one of the world's best performers when he was on stage but in private he was very, very human. It's the old story of the comedian who makes everybody laugh on stage, but off stage has a lot of sadness and sensitivity. You must never believe or be taken by the image."
- Dave Clark
- Clark was a close friend of Freddie, he is an English musician, songwriter, record producer and entrepreneur -
Queen Live Performance!
Mannheim, Germany, Maimarktgelände, June 21, 1986
Freddie Mercury backstage
'Magic Tour'
📸 Photographer © Denis O'Regan
#magic tour 1986#queen 1986#summer 1986#1986#magic tour#queen band#london#zanzibar#legend#queen#brian may#john deacon#freddie mercury#roger taylor#freddiebulsara#mannheim germany#germany#mannheim#dave clark five#dave clark#uk#denis o'regan photographer
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