#Ophelia x thorn

[fantasy-seal]

"Comfort"

Fan art of Thorn and Ophelia from the Mirror Visitor book series, specifically in this painting the last book, the Storm of Echoes

[sororygilmore]

A WINTER’S PROMISE by Christelle Dabos

[tarzelladraws]

The Mirror Visitor 🪞⏱️

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And to everyone whose read the books I KNOW I didn’t give him a goatee but consider I think blond goatees are nasty

[artbyneki]

I had this in my drawer for a long time and I thought it was time to let it see the light 😂✨

[nicomoru]

Drew this in a haze after finishing the last book. They drive me insane <3

[goddessofwisdom18]

The Great Family Reader <3

[orchardpuppy]

what r ur thoughts of archiphelia… bc i quite like it ^_^

[padskywalkerrr]

Ophethorn chibi

[artstar1997]

Here are the favorite OCs and Trollsonas I wanna add to the Monster au. Owned by @georgi-girl , @groovinyeen/ @yeenstrollart, @x-elyssa-x and @jade-green-butterfly, I couldn’t wait to add them in my story.

Dewdrop is a nixie who lives in the river with her community, led by her mother, Dewfall, who is the matriarch of her family, since gorgons, banshees, and nixies are some of the monster species that are matriarchal. Dewdrop allies herself with Rose’s cause in terrorizing the Divine Republic but whenever she is with her family, the Snack Pack would provide them prey by leading them into the river where they live and let them tear them limb from limb. Dewdrop is also in love with Hickory. Like the gillmen, nixies has aquatic features, like webbed hands and feet, fin-like ears, underwater breathing, amphibian abilities, aquapathy, sharp teeth and water manipulation but nixies have hypnotic voices, weather manipulation, and frog-like characteristics, rather than fish-like traits.

Jussy is an alura-une, a type of plant monster that absorbs blood from human prey. Also known as a Venus weed, her species can also summon thorny vines ands shoot rose thorns as darts. Unlike the other alura-une, Jussy was born from the seed of one of Rose’s biting roses named Ophelia. When Rose decided to introduce Jussy to the other monsters, Cooper soon laid eyes on Jussy and they became an item. His family are also accepting towards her as they help the Snack Pack and the Boo Crew adapt in the monster world.

Emi is also a plant monster but she was born from the seed of a marigold plant, so aside from the typical powers of a plant monster, it gave her mediumship powers, which was channeled through her pollen to speak to the dead and travel to and from the underworld. Emi is in love with Prince D, and she was also welcomed by the Funk Plant Family as well. She is also friends with the Snack Pack, the Boo Crew, and the other monsters.

Synth’s boyfriend, Kanye is also a gorgon but with hypnotizing eyes on his snake hairs, aside from his petrifying gaze and venomous bite. Aside from a caring, loving and sweet boyfriend to Synth, Kanye is also friends with the other monsters but he is also protective of them that he’d use his gorgon powers to fight their enemies off.

Amalthea is a werewolf in the monster au, because John Dory and the rest of BroZone are also werewolves. Coming from Greece, she has an interest in astronomy and constellations, especially the phases of the moon. She is also good friends with the other monsters, including Cosmos and Nyxx, who are aliens.

Lil’ Ted, on the other hand is a Minotaur who may be shorter than the big, bulky, muscular ones but he makes up for it with his superhuman abilities and his big heart. Despite his stutter and shy demeanor, Holly Darlin’ loves him for who he is on the inside and out, and he would protect her and all her friends from monster hunters and Gileadeans alike.

There would be more to come so stay tuned, ghouls and mansters!

[ophelieverse]

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Author:

❥ Ophelia

❥ 23 yo

❥ she/her

❥ infp

❥ european

❥ leo with libra rising

❥ house targaryen

❥ cabin four

❥ slytherin

House of the Dragon

⤷ Taking requests for:

•Aegon II Targaryen

• Aemond Targaryen

•Daemon Targaryen

•Jacaerys Velaryon

•Lucerys Velaryon

•Criston Cole

Aegon II Targaryen

“Of monsters and flowers” Tyrell!reader pt1

“Of promises and thorns” Tyrell!reader pt2

“How could a heart like yours,ever love a heart like mine?”

“Mine first”

Aemond Targaryen

“Dragonhearts” dad!Aemond pt1

“The wild princess and the wild dragon” dad!Aemond pt2

“Forever may she reing:little dragon” pt1

Daemon Targaryen

“A name fit for a king”

“The silent death of a soulmate”

“You weren’t mine to lose” cousin!reader pt1

Jacaerys Velaryon

“A daughter of the summer”

“To be his”

“My bones are your bones”

Lucerys Velaryon

“Already gone”

Temporary:

Jacaerys x reader

Aegon x reader

Aemond x reader

Daemon x reader

Cregan x reader

[youwouldntlietopapa]

First Impressions - Chapter 5

Rating: 18+

Features: Secondo x OC (Ophelia)

Tags: making out, oral sex, sex, pillow talk, definitely no falling in love at all

(Also available on AO3)

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Most of the afternoon heat had given way to the evening breeze leaving the garden comfortably cool. The long shadows cast by the trees and the way the moonlight and the faint glow of the streetlights, the lingering lights from the Abbey windows, washed out the colour of the flowers made it seem like a different place entirely. It was quiet and peaceful. Far enough away from the noise of the city to hear very little of the endless hum of human activity. Late enough that they were the only ones walking the tidy paths winding through all of Papa Primo’s hard work. There were, without doubt, ghouls out wandering the grounds. Though they tended to slip off into the woods or out to the pond rather than risking Papa’s wrath if they damaged anything within the garden itself. 

Their footsteps crunched softly over the well worn path. Ophelia’s hand rested on his arm, savouring the warmth radiating off him and through his suit jacket. Secondo consciously shortened his strides, it was a casual stroll, not a race across the grounds. 

“I see you out here for lunch.” He kept his voice low, as if breaking the silence might spoil everything. “You don’t care to take your meals with the others?”

She chuckled softly. He had seen, she knew. The same way she’d seen him watching. “I spend all day inside, surrounded by siblings. It’s nice to be able to come outside and get some fresh air. To read my book and to listen to the birds. Papa Primo works so hard to make this place come to life, it would be a shame to not take advantage of it.” Ophelia looked up at him, sly smile on her lips. ”Not that I would reject an offer of company, were someone interested.”

Secondo frowned. Not angry, just realising how obvious he’d been. “... I don’t like to interrupt.”

She nodded thoughtfully, not backing down. “Then consider this an open invitation to join me as you please.”

He opened his mouth to argue and closed it again. What was there to say? A hollow denial of something she’d already seen? 

“I will keep this in mind. Grazie.”

“I don’t see you in the dining hall much either.” 

There was that hint of teasing again, and again he couldn’t even muster a mild annoyance. As much as the bitter, jaded part of him wanted to. Just some small annoyance to plant the seed that would grow into a wall of thorns around feelings he had ignored so long, he didn’t even know where to begin dealing with them. Something he could turn into anger because it felt so much stronger than admitting it was fear. But it wasn’t there. For the first time in as long as he cared to remember. It simply wasn’t there. 

“I prefer my office.” He looked down at her with a smirk. “I get more done this way, fewer people to interrupt.”

“And, it helps maintain that air of mystery.” 

He raised a brow. “You think I am so mysterious?”

“You don’t?” She mirrored his expression. 

“I am not so complicated as people think.” He turned off the path, crossing over to the tree and the bench where he’d seen her take her lunch. “But I hear the rumours.”

“So do I.” Ophelia admitted without hesitation. 

Secondo took a seat and she settled next to him. Closer than she’d dared before. Her arm still tucked through his. Not that he made any move to pull away. It would be rude, he reminded himself. To pull away like that. The night is cool and she is likely only seeking warmth. He held onto her for her sake. Of course. He wasn’t a monster, was he?

Aren’t you?

“I hope I don’t disappoint.” He said, something a bit tired in his tone. 

“No.” She answered gently, looking up at him. His features were softened in the low light until it was hard to see any hint of Papa at all. “Not a bit. If I thought you were the man from the rumours, I don’t know that I would have come. And I would have been disappointed if they were right. To be perfectly honest, I don’t think that they have any idea who you really are and that seems like a terrible shame. They’re missing out.”

For a long moment, he stared back at her wondering if it wouldn’t have been easier if she’d just hit him. A slap felt like it would have been easier to take. This hurt more, in a way he wasn’t prepared for. This hurt more, and he wanted her to do it again . Somewhere, deep down, a part of him screamed to be seen. Really seen. For once. For real. Without having to beg. Fighting against every urge, every instinct to push the need and the want away. So desperate to be heard above the ever present chorus of hateful, angry, bitter, insecure, terrified bullshit raging in his head. 

“Forse sto solo nascondendo il mostro.” It came out more a whisper than he’d meant, but his voice failed him. 

She matched his volume, staring at him until he was half certain she could see directly into his soul. “È davvero questo che vuoi farmi credere?”

“No.” No, please. Please. Not that. Not again. 

Her palm was warm against his cheek, chasing away the chill. Secondo leaned into the touch before he caught himself. Before her lips met his and his hands found her hips to pull her closer. Before he lost himself in the taste of her and the blind, half mad need for more. 

Before he’d even processed that she’d reached for him first. 

For every bit he gave, she matched him. Without hesitation. Pressing herself up against him eagerly, unreservedly. Heart pounding against his own. The soft skin of her neck was like silk under his hand, running his thumb along her jaw and cradling the back of her head. Her breath hitched when he kissed her throat, moaning when he ran his tongue over her pulse point. 

“Secondo…” 

It was barely a whisper in the dark but it hit him with a force he hadn’t braced for. Secondo, not Papa. It was always Papa with the siblings. Always the title and never him. It put a distance between them. Kept things simple and clear cut. And when they’d leave, it didn’t hurt. Because Papa didn’t need to have a heart that got hurt and Secondo wasn’t really a part of it. Papa was the part he could shed like an ill-fitting suit and put away. Secondo still remained, unscathed. 

That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. The razor sharp voice of his fears cut deep. 

But she’d asked. She’d asked and he’d told her. 

Not Papa. Secondo.

“Ophelia.” His voice rumbled like distant thunder. 

He had more to say. Something smooth, he was sure. Something practised and sexy. But her nails scratched over his scalp setting fire to every nerve and making his cock throb until it ached. When he opened his mouth to speak, what came out instead was possibly the least dignified noise he’d ever made. Secondo dropped his head onto her shoulder, half to hide the way he cringed at himself and half to claw back enough self control to retain even a little dignity. 

“Non mi hai detto che sei una strega.” He huffed when he was sure he could trust himself to speak again. 

She chuckled, echoing his words back at him. “You’re not so complicated.” 

Her nails ran, feather-light, over the back of his head again. He managed to keep more composure, but the breath he let out only barely covered the moan hiding just beneath it. Caught between begging her not to stop and taking control over the situation back roughly. How had he gotten so completely off track so fast? He knew this dance. He knew it inside and out. Yet there he was, on the verge of pleading for more. Straining against his trousers. Desperate to hear even a few words of praise. 

You are either a blessing from the Old One, he thought. Or a curse. I can’t tell which. 

Secondo’s mouth found her neck again, counting it a victory when she melted into his touch. “C'è un posto privato nella serra.”

“Mi piacerebbe vederlo.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He barely needed to be told once. His hand found hers and he was off in the direction of the greenhouse as fast as he dared with her hurrying to keep up. Too focused on getting there to care much about what Primo would have to say in the morning. He could apologise then. It would be worth losing half the day to helping with tedious chores as repayment. 

His keys seemed absurdly loud in the quiet garden. Rushing to find the right one in the dark. Ophelia pressed up against his back while he quickly flicked through every key on the ring. His concentration, not aided in the slightest by her wandering hands. Nearly taking the door off its hinges when he finally got it unlocked and pushed his way inside. 

The light filtered through the frosted glass panels, just barely keeping the dark at bay. He blinked hard to adjust and abandoning the effort just as quickly. It didn’t matter. He knew the way. Primo was a creature of routine and habit. His things were always kept neatly and organised. Secondo knew the path to the hidden space his brother had created well enough to find it blindfolded. Tucked behind a wall of greenery, Primo’s tiny oasis of a sitting room and the daybed he kept for… company. 

He turned and scooped Ophelia up, claiming her mouth again as her legs hugged his waist. Every moan and whimper driving him on. Walking through the greenery and past the work benches without a glance. Only setting her down once they were tucked away, next to the bed. Surrounded by the humid warmth that hadn’t been lost to the night yet and the smell of a hundred types of exotic flowers. Shaking off his suit jacket while she loosened his tie and worked at his buttons. 

Ophelia paused at his waist, looking up at him. Fingers resting on his belt. “May I?”

Staring down at her hungrily, Secondo expected the rush - the familiar feeling of control and power. What came instead was need and more need. For her hands on him. To hear her coming undone. To taste every inch of her. “Si.”

She made quick work of his belt and trousers. Fingers teasing his length, stroking slowly, teasingly. Her eyes stayed locked on his, soft and submissive. But the fire still burned white hot. He could lie to himself about a lot of things, but no lie would ever make him believe that the submission wasn’t a choice, a gift, and one she would snatch away if it was taken for granted. The corner of his mouth turned up and he gave a silent prayer of thanks for this night. His hand cupped her jaw and he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. Her hot breath on his hand and the way she opened her mouth obediently made his cock twitch in anticipation. Her lips closed around his thumb and when her tongue swirled around it, when she sucked at it softly, his breath came out a husky growl. He barely noticed her reaching behind her back or the soft sound of the zipper. 

Her dress dropping silently to the floor and pooling around her feet, however, did get his attention.

His hands and his mouth were on her all at once. Following her back onto the bed like a man possessed. Every gasp and moan and whimper from her driving him on. His chest rumbled and there was a dark triumph when his fingers slipped between her legs and found her soaked through the silk of her underwear. His thumb teasing her though the fabric. Ophelia gasped and let out a shuddering breath, her hands catching his face, pulling him into a fierce kiss. The submissive performance breaking for a moment of pure, unrestrained desire that Secondo was certain could sustain him until the end of his days. 

“Sei così bagnata.” He stared back at her when she finally relaxed down onto the mattress again. His pale eye glowing in the dark like the full moon on a clear night. “Mi lascerai assaggiare?”

“Si. Ti prego. ” She answered breathily, her hips rolling against his touch, trying to get even a little more. “ Ti prego, Secondo …”

It was harder to pull back than he would ever admit. And hearing her beg… What had he told himself? One night? To get it out of his system? To go back to normal? But that sound would live in his memory if he had a thousand more years. 

Still, Secondo pulled himself away, taking her underwear with him - dropped with her dress on the floor. One hand caught her ankle, kissing and biting softly at her thigh. He sank down and ran his fingers through her sweet folds, teasing her entrance, his thumb circling her clit again. Drunk on the sounds she made. Trying to remind himself that there was no rush. But he was parched . So hard it ached, begging for release. All of his restraint shattered like glass. Burying his face like he was set on drowning. The roll of her hips riding his nose as he lapped at her entrance, pressing his tongue as deeply as he could.

“Secondo…” Ophelia gasped and moaned, her back arching off the bed. Gripping the bedding, trying and failing to control her breathing. Fluttering around his tongue as he pushed her toward the edge. 

Every ounce of willpower was focused on not rutting against the bed like some mindless animal. He had to have enough self-control for that. Satanas, it wasn’t easy when his name was dripping off her lips in the midst of every shameless sound he dragged out of her though. The closer she got to the edge, the more he pushed her on. Feeling her losing her rhythm and her breath. 

“I can’t… Ti prego… Sec-” Her words were cut off as she came. A strangled cry that the thin walls of the greenhouse had no hope of containing. Bucking against his grip and his face while he greedily drank up every drop she gave him. Not letting her settle until he was finished and she whimpered, shaking and trying to catch her breath. 

He quickly wiped his face and, running a warm hand over her stomach, climbed back up onto the bed. “Sei deliziosa, Ophelia.”

Ophelia reached for him, her knees already hugging his sides. “Per favore... ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te.” Her voice was soft. Her hands wandering over every bit of skin she could reach. When she looked up at him, there was something sincere in her gaze. “Sei perfetto... perfetto .”

Say it again. Please… say it again. Every fibre of his being screamed for more. Even when he clenched his jaw to keep the thought from escaping. There was no possible way to live down the shame of it if he were to fall into whining and begging. Two words of praise couldn’t be all it took to break him. 

But, sweet Asmodeus, he needed it like air. 

Secondo leaned down, biting teasingly at her shoulder. Hiding his expression again and painfully aware that it seemed to be forming a pattern. “How do I say no when you ask so sweetly, ah?”

Her fingers ran over all of his need and want, leaking pre until it dripped heavily on to her stomach. He huffed out a breath, grabbing her hip tight. Her breath next to his ear, keeping her voice low. “ Chiavami, Secondo… Chiavami forte. Ti prego.” 

He was, if nothing else, good at following directions. 

Lining himself up, he pushed in deep. Slowly, letting her adjust, revelling in her sharp breath and the quiet whine at the stretch. He drew his hips back slow before thrusting in hard, answered by a soft cry. Secondo grinned wolfishly and did it again. And again. Picking up a faster pace, faster and harder, pounding against her until her eyes rolled back in her head and her words failed her. Until there was nothing but her perfect wet heat, her body against his, and he never wanted it to end. The way she moved with him and gripped him tight. Her nails were on his scalp again and her legs hooked behind his hips, pulling him closer, harder, deeper. 

He would have happily suffocated between her thighs and he would just as happily let her fuck him to death. Milk him for every last drop until his heart gave out. 

Ophelia’s breathing, her movements, the sounds she made gave away how close to the edge she was. And he had no intention of pulling back. Intent on driving her over that cliff. Chasing the need to hear her break the silence of the garden again. Chasing his own need. His hand buried in her hair, pulling it free from what remained holding it up, like silk through his fingers. Gripping it harder and tugging her head back. His mouth was on her neck again, teeth on her skin and her pulse beating wildly under his tongue. Leaving his mark on the unblemished landscape of her body. 

His voice growling next to her ear. “Sborra per me...”

Once, twice more his hips met hers and Ophelia’s breath caught in her throat like she’d been waiting for the command. Gripping him fiercely, back arching off the bed. Her cry split the night and it echoed right down to Secondo’s soul. His own rhythm faltering and breaking. Biting down on his own cry, he grunted through clenched teeth. His cock kicked hard inside her and he drove himself deep, spilling his seed. 

Stars lighting up behind his eyes, he gasped for breath. Hissing, overstimulated, when he pulled himself free and flopped onto his side next to her. Both of them lying there quietly, only the sound of their breathing keeping the silence at bay. And then she did something he was sure no one had ever done before. Ophelia rolled onto her side to face him, shifting closer, and paused. Looking him in the eye before moving another inch. 

“May I?”

Secondo hesitated a moment, trying to process what she was asking, and nodded. 

She closed the distance and curled herself up against his chest, softly kissing his neck. Her touch was gentle and careful, fingers ghosting over his skin, delicately teasing his chest hair. It was… comforting in a way he couldn’t ever remember anything being. Not in a moment like that at least. The hard edge of the end to the night he expected to feel looming seemed absent there, with her seeking to be closer, to be affectionate. Without the pressing need to get out of bed, to find discarded clothes, and to be gone. She stayed close, not held there by a demand, but because she wanted it. 

For the first time in a very long time, Secondo found he didn’t know what in the hell he was supposed to do. 

Run, his anxiety screamed. 

It’s only tonight and then she’s gone. The angry, bitter voice at the back of his mind joined in. One night. To get it out of your system. She’ll never stay. 

They never stay. The chorus gained steam. Never. 

Take what you need and go, before it hurts. 

Ophelia’s lips met his, drawing him back out of his thoughts so quickly, he felt dizzy. Running his fingers through her hair again, rubbing the spot where his grip held tight, trying to give himself a moment to catch up with reality. 

“Sei una creatura singolare, Ophelia.” He kept his voice low, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She chuckled, staring back at him with an easy smile. “Stavo proprio pensando la stessa cosa di te.” Her nose bumped against his and she stole another kiss. “I’m glad you didn’t wear your paints tonight.”

Secondo’s brow leapt up. That was a very rare sentiment indeed. “Oh?”

Her smile remained unchanged. “It was you I wanted.”

Secondo, not Papa. His heart ached again. Another blow he wasn’t prepared for. This woman, he was increasingly sure, would be the death of him. 

“Am I not Papa also?” He asked, without any offence in his voice, but genuine curiosity. 

“Si. Ma la vera domanda è - sei davvero tu? ”

That was the question, wasn’t it? The one he’d asked a thousand times and still didn’t have a clear answer. It had all been so muddled for so long. Long before Papa. He was something else before he got to be himself, and the one people wanted, the one people expected was the part he was told to play. Until he started to wonder if Secondo even existed anymore. And, if he did, was there anyone who actually wanted him? 

It was too much, right in that moment. The weight of it bearing down on him. He did the only thing he could. Secondo cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her. Deep and slow. Leaning into her warmth and focusing on her to the exclusion of everything else. 

“I think Seestor maybe does not fear you enough.” He said with a smirk. “ Willful and stubborn, she says. But no. No, this is not enough. You are made of hell’s own fire.”

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“Forse sto solo nascondendo il mostro.” = Maybe I’m only hiding the monster.

“È davvero questo che vuoi farmi credere?” = Is that really what you want me to believe?

“Non mi hai detto che sei una strega.” = You didn’t tell me you’re a witch.

“C'è un posto privato nella serra.” = There is a private place in the greenhouse.

“Mi piacerebbe vederlo.” = I would like to see that.

“Sei così bagnata.” = You are so wet for me.

“Mi lascerai assaggiare?” = Will you let me taste you?

“Si. Ti prego.” = Yes. I beg you.

“Sei deliziosa, Ophelia.” = You are delicious, Ophelia.

“Per favore... ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te.” = Please… I want you. I need you.

“Sei perfetto... perfetto.” = You’re perfect… perfect.

“Chiavami, Secondo… Chiavami forte. Ti prego.” = Fuck me, Secondo… Fuck me hard. I beg you.

“Sborra per me...” = Cum for me…

“Sei una creatura singolare, Ophelia.” = You are a singular creature, Ophelia.

“Stavo proprio pensando la stessa cosa di te.” = I was just thinking the same thing about you.

“Si. Ma la vera domanda è - sei davvero tu?” = Yes. But the real question is - is he really you?

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Writer’s Game

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

Thanks @galadrieljones :)Writing as been slow due to IRL issues (cough, my students.) and I’ve been using the time I do have to write my original stuff. But here are my first 10 sentences of my last published fics. I am going with the first line of each story, even if I’ve been just updating chapters on a couple. I did skip a few exchange stuff and gifts FYI, IDK why lol. Here’s my a03

1. Voila: Leon Kennedy and Ada Wong. RE. WIP. (The only in progress fic here)

Leon’s late.

She’s been waiting for hours. She wants him everywhere.

2. let’s get away for a while: Leon Kennedy and Ada Wong. RE. WIP.

I’ll meet you by the water.

XOXO

Your Lara.

3. Fallen: Cullen Rutherford x Female Quiz (@lavellanibes Sadira.) DA

Near the lake, Cullen takes the one he thinks he’s quite, quite fallen for.

4. we could have it this way: Cullen x Female Quiz (My girl, Lydia)

As a rule Cullen doesn’t like dancing, but he loves holding Lydia.

5. Homecoming: Cullen x Lydia, DA

If Cullen were awake he’d shower her with kisses for her homecoming, and though never having forgotten what it was like to be loved, she’d have her cups of affection and longing refilled by the only man who can replenish

6. In Waking Dreams : Cullen x Lydia, DA. (Longfic, done.)

Images, flashes. They were small bits of memories weaving themselves together.

7. Clarity: Cullen x Lydia, DA

She’d been called fire

8. I Want You: Cullen x Lydia, DA

“Lydia. Dearest. I must ask…”

9. not alone anymore: Cullen x Lydia, DA

He wonders how he ever slept without Lydia

10. 56 Kisses for Him: Thorn x Ophelia, The Mirror Visitor

Thorn asked again. It was the third time he asked since her shaking fingers began unbuttoning his uniform. She didn’t dawdle with the task. There was only one way she wanted Thorn’s thoughts.

Tagging: (along with anyone else)

@morganlefaye79 @kittynomsdeplume @solverne-02 a @noire-pandora

[fictionkinfessions]

I feel so bad for talking him into it. Rushing with the preparations. I know it needed to be done quick, for the Driver’s sake. But I couldn’t imagine what did happen, that goddamn idiot. What was he thinking. What was I thinking. What if I didn’t talk him into staying in his house safely. Would maybe Tobias have survived, or would Francis had died along side him. Honestly most likely the second but I can’t help but think. As much as he was a thorn in my side I miss that loud-mouth Tobias. I wish I would’ve given them more time to prepare for the Old Wall. I’m not trying to guilt, it was my fault. I was thinking of my losses from the past over the possible losses in the present and future. Me and Francis talked off of the Driver’s frequency a few times, thank god it helped him at least a bit. Honestly I deserve it, these feelings. It was my fault. I wish I could make Francis feel better, but I hope after I left he was able to work through it, and much more healthier than I did with Allen. I wish I could’ve fully made him believe it wasn’t his fault.

-Ophelia Turner

x

[libidomechanica]

In begging him, the worth

A rispetto sequence

               I

The Cuppe, and many a want of beauties seized her islands, or been of Denmark, for Ophelia brought of himself anew beyond the

tiles, for long to make them teare. I see the budded quicks, o tell you kiss your Valentine. I hear thee to my sable Friar Bacon!

               II

How fares it with music roll, and burn. May revisit thee as I ought, to march with violence to that envise all, then Christian scorner,

but die, as may be Punic the antique Persians taught with kindled from his heaved breast. I slip the thing as it grew lucent as glass.

               III

Or ran the sea; and wooing is that goes all which kindled the Will and every wave enthrones of the twelve steps as there. While yet beside;

and in the ditch again. Of all things pass, and ocean-plains with feet and break the sad mishap—but why? But this sterile perquisite.

               IV

’Er dream’d out: and stretch lame hands so oft bynempt. Some straying on my lords of content and waves kept the dim desolation, and Zoe

spent. Her shade by whom he spoken of disconsolate the Shadow watching that broke for thought avails the day close her crimson fringes.

               V

Into Bagdad came all sideways, and in my arms, she shifts, shirts, jackets, or come ye in peace in the doorway, darken on the season’s

colder part were in such alcoves to strive to keep so sweet words of Hell; who murmur’d, and woe among? With their high-built nest. Then let go.

               VI

When I the Arrow, I the Arrow- head. A glory from household, we know than that breath; and flowering still; and on every girl in

a city;—I should, that makes seen in privately bent, two legs protege; while he sleeps the summons from the friar of Orders Gray.

               VII

But Juan wore the primrose yet is dead, who stay there was enter’d the radiate: fierce men of rathe and post and flew to herself with the

wind? By thy poet drags a labouring breasts and complete the black- lined map of his curtain’d, No hungry jacobins the use of helth.

               VIII

And Love the chamber, and so he type she shook her languages did started all, the breezes blew reveillée to the vortex of our actors,

artists, and he saw increasing on his brethren twelue, that the dormitory, then let go. The same, we readiness to Pall Mall.

               IX

How blanch’d with the fray. Nor bowl of wassail mantle hairy, to these orbs of visions: they track’d the Moon a Year—while they are obedient,

the cabin-window waved of course these do not spoken; but Theotormon broke and made the rights on all legal ways most humble shade.

               X

Then stand like of heart alarm’d, aw’d with night, was also did shine, in such other, touch entire, except his face; all that not on your

absences I glimpse of the world to th’world, and wrist. Hath still set them sympathetic, because all the yet-loved sire who but Lippo!

               XI

A thing, where nor time in years which led by his gracious, graceful as Dian, wherein campeth, spread, under the princesses averted

are from Plutoes balefull bowre I trowe can be belief in white thorns and friends, as if t were a plague ’bove scorn the twilight is still.

               XII

Out of a station in the South that sittest ranging with an Ionian accent, low and good. Of comforts of old, but there to the prey

of generous love, and dear to me such who speak; her eye. So is it the old Tyrian tunic of Dido’s alpha beta betters!

               XIII

Too much; but subserves to the cold crypts where kindlier day; touch the morning and of Juan, when I forget, or a good night, and carp, and

ere he used to pieces. The sky of a guest; and two or thrown, dotting the ground his sleeve and brute; though so much in unity with woe.

               XIV

And already not on yonder you squeal at and fiddle. From April days, and heard the harbor should allured, and one is sinking

dolefully, until he reach’d that mild beasts, grows on mortal pinions to them real: the longing the approved us one. Now tread a face!

               XV

She comb’d even those restless, hush’d my deepest measure! And think how we show’d them has sold, I saye as somewhat for thy I weene the

labouring punishment. But whether such perils, more purpose in you, don’t much blissful shore. Upon her noblest sphere I find its core like.

               XVI

And all the water found. A withered in its current to see what possessor were at my sheep look up, and echo back her officer,

in case of doubt not win; but now my oat proceeds, and that you will be false, how happy, for the waves she went up the beginning.

               XVII

Nor let the dreary changes of every drop on drop which we dare invoke to the same things in fragrant too, who dislike in Nature,

banish sleep the gate call’d again. A savage sort would do it, exception to the immersion, who wore the burning found understand!

               XVIII

Might have been done, such as an old book, and low! Now crystal—and dread. Or eagle’s wing, or at least one oar their joyous days. Upon their

toil; nor yet thus, that fly with Hannibal, and my lord’s heart thumping like a Turk, or Greeks she took a lessons are also heart, be torn.

               XIX

When they were, none distinguish pay. One whispers to their money on the true. A gale; and hell, at once did not refused another king

was sisters of a double that any blow struck down to the city, sore be sprites did My foe outstript me in its toy!

               XX

Not been pure, or is the envier? Just at thy owne will embarrass most people of the glass; I speak their turn the white hairs on the grief

be changeful dreamless he wish’d to know the sacrifice: though I hear thy lieutenancie to the same ring. In summo foelicitas.

               XXI

Her office was to thee, then come home, my love so much as could be demolished. And she tender to be seen fanning the bowers, and

how does for a loftiest kingdoms meek of joy, I slip the wind would but give these sulphury revels, that like an open fields, and die.

               XXII

But Summer, others were it seem’d upset; and dry’d him safe into thee, thus, thus they must yield their golden opes, the owl, the soul! Meets

the youngest sate on Pilgrimage were somewhat slain son, a bill the circle of their though cast together. So envious meant to breede.

               XXIII

And his scull will mock thee form cells? Fair Adeline was read; it is the wickedness like twilight renew, the season’s children come never

reach’d the boy’s mite, ’ and quaint enamel of this worse, alas! Turn then faith, and voices took the bark of friendly sigh’d and afterwards.

               XXIV

Vague desires, like twilight gay meteor of a happy thoughts quite as quite necessary to the sand swam round the long alone?

Let’s beard, she was well as spoil their backs, and dark, let us back to Lilliput, and there was one fit for each ecstatic instantly?

               XXV

Where if men seek this hard a science chill winter wind, concerns you too be wisdom sleeps or more love, gold, and their image comforts on

her cheek: I am not leaves to be all these should be the little confusion. Cut through all that errs from heaths starr’d with might to six A.

               XXVI

Been the Past in outward show, while the hour when first—but what we wanted to beat high, and distance from the seas, in fact as well as a

cane that forget. Or was, beauteous region both, however, this flat lawn with sandals gray; and coldly; lights of light arbour, no dark graves!

               XXVII

A shade of pain: o sorrow makes us loud in the joys of richer until morning lies dead, and then she protested, or anything:

god slays Himself as kindled the whole moon is hid; the grantors,— yet so far the richest field. And in the faculty, when the first.

               XXVIII

The church like flower inscrib’d with nothing can confounded comrade’s though hate nor envy e’er can be pleasure, yet they surveyed. Her eyes:

by love’s chime: I own no prosody can physicians say, or rather suffering leaf, and by themselves we prided leander, Mr.

               XXIX

The one I ate? Nor leaves your hands they go to warble; and nought by lessons are also had all beside thy selfe did giue the door, it

must box without their nurses, loving kindly, ever she will I hear about the beach, the sunny land of youth in love with his eyes.

               XXX

Take away the wine, in such other’s bowers with many planes above my love shall cease. Accompanied by the heart of Europe’s

eye on eye, that slender shadows of four hamlets round her warriors by the rolling waves, which yielded a day’s life, make love of women!

               XXXI

Th’ exacted by Bacchanalian- like besmear’d with all the Sacrament, will wince whose life advancing wings, and the young Livonian.

Which credit with your world for ever night i’ th’ year, at best a convulsion tearless, as are young race of those who dared not.

               XXXII

And dread voice than wise; yet poortith cauld, and what garden, taste refin’d to reduced, as looks in the heap a moment of praise. I long to

mend, that Nature their gay wardrobe wear when gusts shake still at striues to the deity of plainness and the stiff and queen: and all the life!

               XXXIII

And such a pilgrimage were lost, I call, now burgeons every dew- drink-offering like that. But the dim desolation of piastres. Should

at least, which averse from his music roll, and strange, and then a slightly spent, and when soft voice than for all help thinking, here to a tune.

               XXXIV

Days the foxglove spire, for every fair; some things, has parting for four, and howlest, issuing out their well described—what’s still be found so

forth, to kiss their salvation was perfect as I enter. Juan, by some disappointed scarcely can return, and many a sally.

               XXXV

Her off in vain, like to a rendezvous, and never restore for that, for thy voice! For all he speaks in an empress, but nought to the

chill wink and dry away, like my present rest: but where they did end. Sitting as they her in your fruitful hours, and dipt in garrison.

               XXXVI

Our love in schools, let random sun and marvell’d, stricken thro’ the former years might not ugly, and ready, and high, while the most women

anywhere; for some odd angle for word acknowledge? I said, so long, and I hid in Leutha’s vale: art thou wilt, thou hear, Eadwacer?

               XXXVII

But open converse is the usual look me thro’ the dreams, and sitting on the Russian office was abhor—in cities caged. If

fair Gulbeyaz overdid her Face beneath. The cables of pain: o sorrow drowning song. By park and drown mind and root, in some piece-meal!

               XXXVIII

I am poor brother Angelico’s the world to th’ shades where all them Mars, bellona, what matter who had now dilated

my ideal, for my Jeanie. To the fair faces on the spirit, and decided to help each other for some still perfumes of sin.

               XXXIX

By nature’s ancestors are, or with thine the student at me. His licensed boldness of people would not solace can I fly no farther

he well-built organ, doubtless thou wert true? No world for beauty being about to the captive Jews by Baba’s fault, he said No!

               XL

Thou camst, flye backe to his on you covered my lichen-faithful answerless, lustful joys the wild wind and gay Koutousow’s most precautious

benches. There speaks in a fray, half letting in the true. And with fashionable wing, deflow’ring to the ledges of the type this den.

               XLI

Tho’ I since in that brings but one. As ever trod before, reduc’d to bear thy lip, and laid youngling weep. When one’s wrong has he who turns

was guide to each, and harps divinely sang, and forks clank’d by waters shone the moon is hid; the green field that slain by what the well-built nest.

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Fanart Illustration of Thorn and Ophelia from the Mirror Visitor book series

(2021)

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Choices Pride Valentines Masterlist

More below the cut! ✏️ = fic; 🖌️ = art; 📌 = edit

Blades of Light and Shadow

February Kiss - Tyril Starfury x m!elf!MC (Maiele Nightbloom) - commissioner: @lilyoffandoms; artist: @somewillwin 🖌️

Crimes of Passion

Crimes Drabble - Trystan Thorne x nb!MC (Gabriel Rosę) - @lilyoffandoms ✏️

Crimes Drabble - Trystan Thorne x nb!MC (Gabriel Rose) - @lilyoffandoms ✏️

Picket Fence - f!Trystan Thorne x nb!MC (Arion dela Rosa) - @writing-not ✏️

Desire & Decorum

Valentine's Sketch - Annabelle Parsons x f!MC (Ophelia Parsons Capulet) - commissioner: @peonyblossom; artist: @hydn-jpg 🖌️

Guinevere

A Feverish Itch - Artura Pendragon x Guinevere; Lancelot du Lac & Guinevere - @inlocusmads ✏️

It Lives Anthology

Raspberry Rose - Dan Pierce x F!MC (Riikka Yläkorpi) - @aallotarenunelma ✏️

Valentine's Day Cards 2023 - It Lives Within LIs - @ladylamrian 📌

Nightbound

Nightbound Drabble - Nik Ryder x f!MC (Alex Fontaine) - MC creator: @ladylamrian; writer: @lilyoffandoms ✏️

Open Heart

The Art of Doing Nothing - Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Oliver Valentine) - @dr-colossal-pita ✏️

happy valentines!! - Bryce Lahela x m!MC (Jensen Valentine) - @mydemonsdrivealimo 🖌️

Stained Glass and Stuffed Animals - Sydney Valentine & The Gang; Aurora Emery x Sienna Trinh - @peonyblossom ✏️

Valentine's Sketch - Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine) - commissioner: @peonyblossom; artist: @hydn-jpg 🖌️

Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U

Family Portrait - Thomas Hunt x nb!MC (Jackie Winters) - commissioner: @peonyblossom; artist: @somewillwin 🖌️

Valentine's Sketch - Thomas Hunt x nb!MC (Jackie Winters) - commissioner: @peonyblossom; artist: @hydn-jpg 🖌️

The Universe Gave Y'all to Me - Thomas Hunt x nb!MC (Jackie Winters) - @peonyblossom ✏️

The Royal Romance

TRR Drabble - Hana Lee x f!MC (Eclipsa Ice) - writer: @lilyoffandoms; MC creator: @noesapphic ✏️