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[helluvapoison]

Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

[footballfanficwriter]

First day

Summary: where it's Kylian's Real Madrid presentation and the reader is there on by his side

I wake up to the soft light filtering through our bedroom window in Paris, and I feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling in my chest. Tomorrow is the day Kylian officially becomes a Real Madrid player. As I slowly slide out of bed, trying not to wake him, I head to the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water does little to calm my racing thoughts, but it gives me a moment to compose myself.

I dress in a stylish yet comfortable outfit, knowing the day will be long and full of events. As I finish getting ready, Kylian wakes up, stretching and yawning. He looks at me with those beautiful eyes of his, filled with love and anticipation.

"Good morning, my love," he says, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," I reply, smiling as he pulls me into a warm embrace.

He kisses my forehead. "Today’s the day we move. Are you ready?"

"More than ready," I say, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. We share a tender kiss before heading downstairs to our waiting car.

The ride to the airport is filled with light conversation and laughter. Kylian's hand never leaves mine, his thumb gently stroking my skin. The city of Paris rushes by outside the window, but my focus is entirely on him. He looks so calm, so confident, and it reassures me.

As we board the private plane, I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. The flight attendants greet us warmly, and we settle into our seats. Kylian wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

"Can you believe it? We’re actually moving to Madrid," he says, his voice filled with awe.

"I know. It feels surreal," I reply, resting my head on his shoulder. "But I’m so proud of you."

He kisses the top of my head. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N."

The flight is smooth, and we spend most of it cuddled together. Kylian talks about his dreams and plans for his career in Madrid, and I listen, my heart swelling with pride. Every now and then, he kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my lips – each touch sending shivers down my spine.

Upon landing in Madrid, we are greeted by a driver who takes us to our hotel. The energy of the city is palpable, and I can feel the excitement of the fans already. Our suite is nothing short of spectacular, with a breathtaking view of Madrid.

Kylian takes my hand, pulling me close to the window. "Look at this, Y/N. Our new home," he says, his voice filled with wonder.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into me. "It’s beautiful, just like you," I murmur.

He turns to face me, his hands cradling my face. "Not as beautiful as you," he whispers before kissing me deeply. Our kiss is filled with promise and passion, a silent vow of the future we are about to build together.

We decide to take the rest of the day to relax and adjust to our new surroundings. We explore the hotel, take a leisurely walk around the nearby area, and enjoy a quiet dinner together. Every moment is precious, and I savor the time we have to just be with each other.

The morning of Kylian’s medical tests, we wake up early. I make sure he has a nutritious breakfast, knowing he’ll need the energy. He takes my hand as we head to the medical facility, his grip firm and reassuring.

The facility is state-of-the-art, filled with bustling staff and high-tech equipment. Kylian is taken to a room for his tests, and I wait in a comfortable lounge area. My heart races with anticipation and pride. As I sit there, I receive reassuring texts from him, letting me know that everything is going smoothly.

After what feels like an eternity, he emerges with a confident smile. "All good," he says, pulling me into a hug.

"I never doubted it," I reply, kissing his cheek.

We head to the Real Madrid headquarters next, where he’ll sign his contract. The atmosphere is electric, filled with anticipation and excitement

The room where Kylian will sign his contract is grand, with an air of importance. As we enter, we’re greeted by club officials and media personnel. I take a seat beside Kylian, our fingers intertwined.

The club president gives a brief speech about Kylian’s achievements and the club’s excitement to have him join. Then, Kylian is handed the contract. He takes a moment to look at me, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Ready?" he asks softly.

"Always," I whisper back.

He signs the contract, officially becoming a Real Madrid player. The room erupts in applause, and I can’t help but beam with pride. Kylian pulls me into a celebratory kiss, his lips warm and soft against mine.

After the signing, we move to the press conference room. Kylian takes his place at the front, and I find a spot where I can see him clearly. The room is packed with journalists, cameras flashing nonstop.

Kylian looks calm and composed as he begins answering questions. His eyes occasionally find mine, and we share silent, affectionate glances.

"How does it feel to finally be a part of Real Madrid?" a journalist asks.

"It’s a dream come true," Kylian responds. "I’ve always admired this club, and I’m excited to contribute to its success."

He glances at me, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. I smile back, giving him a small nod of encouragement.

"Can you tell us about your decision to join Real Madrid?" another journalist inquires.

Kylian takes a deep breath, his gaze flickering to me before he speaks. "It was a tough decision, but ultimately, I felt that Real Madrid was the right place for me to continue my career. The club has a rich history and a passionate fan base, and I’m looking forward to being a part of that."

Our eyes meet again, and he subtly nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. I can’t help but feel a swell of pride and love for him.

Throughout the press conference, we share these silent moments of connection. When he talks about his family and his support system, his eyes soften, and I know he’s thinking of me. I feel a sense of pride and warmth wash over me, knowing that I am a part of his journey.

The next day, we head to the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium. The stands are filled with ecstatic fans, all eager to welcome their new star. The energy is electric, and Kylian steps up to the podium, looking every bit the confident and poised athlete he is.

"Hola, Madridistas," he begins, his voice strong and confident. "This is a dream come true for me. I’ve always admired this club, and I’m excited to be here."

He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on me. "I want to thank my mom, my dad, my siblings, and my incredible wife, Y/N, for always supporting me. Without their love and encouragement, I wouldn’t be standing here today."

His mom is in tears, and I quickly move to her side, wiping away her tears and rubbing her back comfortingly. "He’s amazing," I whisper, and she nods, smiling through her tears.

Kylian continues his speech, talking about his goals and aspirations for his time at Real Madrid. His passion and dedication are evident, and I can see the fans are just as captivated as I am.

"I promise to give my all for this club and its fans," he says, his voice filled with determination. "Together, we will achieve great things, ¡HALA MADRID!

The crowd roars in approval, and I feel a swell of pride and love for him. He glances at me, and I give him an encouraging smile.

After his speech, it’s time for the family photo. His parents step onto the stage, posing proudly with him. Kylian looks around and notices I’m not there. He signals for me to join them, but I shake my head, indicating I’ll stay out of the picture. He doesn’t take no for an answer. Walking over to me, he takes my hand and leads me onto the stage.

"You're part of this family, Amore. Always," he whispers, his eyes locking with mine.

We pose for the picture, standing next to the Real Madrid president. I feel Kylian’s arm around my waist, holding me close. The camera flashes, capturing this unforgettable moment.

The rest of the day is a blur of celebrations and fan greetings. Kylian walks around the stadium, shaking hands and thanking the fans. I watch him, my heart swelling with pride and love. When we finally return to our hotel room, we’re both exhausted but elated.

As soon as we close the door behind us, Kylian pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately. "I couldn’t have done any of this without you," he murmurs between kisses.

We collapse onto the bed, cuddling close. He becomes clingy, holding me tightly as if afraid to let go. "What do you think our life will be like here?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with wonder.

"I think it will be amazing," I reply, running my fingers through his hair. "We have each other, and that’s all we need."

He smiles, kissing me gently. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Kylian," I whisper, our foreheads touching. "Forever."

We spend the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about the day and dreaming about our future in Madrid. Every kiss, every touch, and every word is filled with love and promise. This is the start of a beautiful new chapter in our lives, and I couldn’t be happier to share it with the love of my life

After a while of Kylian and I having our conversation and he's fallen asleep on my stomach, I decide to check people's reactions and what they thought, occasionally smiling at their comments

@FabrizioRomano: 🚨 Official and confirmed: Kylian Mbappé is now a Real Madrid player. Contract signed until 2028. Here we go! #HalaMadrid ⚪️🔴

@RMadridUpdates:The King has arrived! Welcome to Real Madrid, Kylian Mbappé! This is going to be legendary! #Mbappe2028

@FootballAddict: Mbappé to Real Madrid is the biggest transfer of the decade! Can’t wait to see him in white. #Galactico #Mbappe

@LaLigaLover:With Mbappé at Real Madrid, La Liga just got a whole lot more exciting! Let's go! #HalaMadrid #Mbappe

@KylianFanClub: So proud of Kylian! He’s finally living his dream. Real Madrid is the perfect place for him. #Mbappe2028

@RomanticSportsFan: Did anyone else notice the way Kylian kept looking at his wife during the press conference? So much love! #RelationshipGoals #MbappeLove

@FootballGossip: Kylian Mbappé’s wife might be the real MVP here. Those supportive glances and little gestures... True love! #Mbappe

@FanGirlCentral:Okay, but the way Kylian’s wife wiped his mom’s tears and rubbed her back was so sweet. She’s already a fan favorite! #MbappeFamily

@TheRealMadridista: Mbappé signaling his wife to join the family photo... Can we talk about how cute that was? #CoupleGoals #Mbappe

@SportsRomantics: Watching Kylian and his wife exchange those little glances during his speech was everything. You can tell they’re so in love. #MbappeLoveStory

@RealMadridFans: A new chapter begins with Kylian Mbappé at Real Madrid! His wife is such a supportive partner. We stan! #HalaMadrid #Mbappe

   - Comment: @LoveFootball: The way he looked at his wife during the press conference was just 🥺❤️ True love! #MbappeLove

@FootballRomantics: The way Kylian looked at his wife during the press conference was just... 🥺❤️ True love right there. #Mbappe

   -Comment: @GoalDreams: They’re such a beautiful couple! #CoupleGoals

@SportsLoveStory:Did you see how Kylian walked over to his wife and brought her onto the stage? My heart! #CoupleGoals #Mbappe

   -Comment:@FanZone: That was the cutest thing ever! They belong together. #MbappeFamily

@FootballMoments:That moment when Kylian’s wife comforted his mom was so touching. She’s already part of the family. #MbappeFamily

   - Comment: @TearsOfJoy: She’s such a sweetheart! #FamilyFirst

@MadridistaLove: Kylian and his wife’s love story is the real deal. Watching them today was like a movie. #MbappeLove

  - Comment:@FootballHeart: True love exists and they are the proof! #HalaMadrid

Overall I'm just so happy that Kylian was able to fulfill his dream and I'm so honoured to be stood by his side as he makes this transition

[colonelpancakes]

Watching the dragon prince season six episode four: The Starscraper. Under the cut as usual.

I love Callum but how is he not frozen solid. Those fingerless gloves may be stylish but they are NOT insulating. Give my boy a coat.

Ooh that’s a beautiful building. It does look a tad like a Minecraft beacon but, it's a very pretty Minecraft beacon

Callum, why would you just stick your hand in? For all you know it’s like a forcefield or something and it zaps you!

Okay, my question is what is the benefit of an elevator partially activating once you’ve read half the runes? That seems like a real safety hazard, like that seems like a magic bug that needs to be fixed.

Woah, wait a minute! Interesting, some of the Celestial Elves seem to have wings that aren’t bird wings. That one in the back looks like they have bug wings. Can that happen with skywing elves? I guess bugs are also flying creatures that inhabit the sky so that would make sense. Hmm… I wonder if you can get Mage Wing bug wings…

Aww. The leaflynx kitten is adorable but also the music is giving major flashbacks to the baby deer at the end of season two. Claudia. Claudia don’t you dare.

Also, glowing butterfly motif!

CLAUDIA NO.

Okay good. It seemed like her hand was almost acting out of her control, I wonder if this much dark magic is starting to like, impact her reflexes? Like she instinctively reaches for things even if she doesn’t consciously want to? Or maybe she’s just snapping herself out of it who knows.

“Are you feeling alright?” “No, I’m not. I’m so messed up, Terry. I’ve been stuck, just staring, for over an hour now.” Oughhh Claudia, honey. Its good that she’s at least able to admit she’s not okay, that’s a good start.

Oh, hey is Claudia starting to lean away from dark magic? Or, like, recognize that it’s not a good thing? That’s interesting, previously she’s been very adamant that dark magic is a good and useful invention, but now she seems to be realizing the negative effects it’s had on her? …Claudia redemption arc? 👀

Skjslkajfdkl that is the exact same face that she made at Zym when she first met him. Some things never change.

I love the little pose Callum does when he’s introducing him and Rayla, he’s so dorky I love him.

Oh my God that escalated quickly. Not a friendly lot got it.

No! Gosh dangit pearl stop rolling around!

CLAUDIA REDEMPTION ARC?! Let’s GO! YES GIRL! SELF-IMPROVEMENT!

I find it interesting how after losing her dad, Claudia turns to Terry, her only present loved one, for instruction. She needs someone to tell her what to do, she needs someone to do things FOR. She went from following her dad's orders to working to save his life and now she doesn't have him to give her direction, she looks to Terry. When was the last time she did something for herself without someone's instructions?

“Only you can decide the path you’re going to walk. You won’t be alone. I’ll clear out the thorny brambles if I see them, I’ll hold your hand as we trudge through wet, mucky leaves. But… you have to choose the way.” I love Terry so much he’s such a sweetheart. He clearly loves Claudia so much and he’s willing to stick with her through everything and anything, whatever happens.

Claudia... Again, it's interesting, how, because she doesn’t know what she wants for herself, she defaults back to finding what her dad wants, thinking that if she looks at him, she’ll find some clarity and she’ll suddenly know what to do. She doesn't know what to do without her family because she's been doing things for them for her whole life.

Aww. Okay, the leaflynx kitten is adorable but. Was I the only one alarmed by how big it is? Something about the perspective in earlier shots made me think it was a lot smaller somehow.

Also, I love the butterfly landing in Claudia's hair in the previous shot.

No, I think Callum has a point here. They did just drop you from the top of the tower.

Oh, hey! Kosmo has vitiligo! That’s cool, yay representation!

Also, I haven’t mentioned it yet but I love Sneezle’s hanging out in Callum’s scarf it’s so cute.

I love Sol Regem’s design he’s so big and menacing. Plus the lighting in this location is so beautiful, the way it illuminates him from behind like a dusky backlight is *mwah*

Sooo, what are we thinking Sunseeds smell like? ‘Cause personally, I’m thinking freshly popped popcorn.

Karim, man, he literally told you that his sight was unrelated to his lack of hope. I don’t know how you are surprised by this.

Sksjlfakj poor Rayla.

Ohh wow. This episode is really going off with the gorgeous scenery and lighting. The Starlooms are so beautiful and I love the name "starweaver spider".

Oh! So that’s what the bug wings are! That’s really cool and such neat worldbuilding.

Hey! It's the intro galaxy!

Okay, that sounds cool in theory but I feel like in practice being Timeblind would kinda suck. I feel like that would just be like. Too much information at any given time it’d be hard to make connections with other people or like, enjoy day to day life.

Continued in reblogs as per usual!

[stardust-swan]

The Female Followers of Lalla Malika (Daughters of Malika/Bnat Malika) 💜

🪷 They are known for their strong will. They have high standards and are not easily swayed by superficial attractions. Not just any man can win them over.

🪷 The daughters of Malika can only be understood by men who are equal in stature and significance to them.

🪷 Men are very drawn to them - especially married ones. Men want to fight over them, and even if she gets married she remains beloved by men.

🪷 Men spend money on them without being asked. Not just small things, but even big ticket gifts like cars and houses. Their friends may also buy presents for them and their children unprompted.

🪷 They are known to be very elegant. Their manner of speech is graceful, their manners are perfect, and they look their best at all times. They prefer high-end fashion, live in well-decorated homes with luxurious furniture, and exude class and grace, seeming like nobility or queens.

🪷 They command respect, but are not seen as stuffy or severe. They have a playful, light-hearted spirit, and bring laughter and joy wherever they go.

🪷 They are extremely dedicated to beauty and self care. One description I read says:

They are preoccupied only with themselves — their hammam, creams, perfumes, beauty routines, and stylish living spaces. They wear the finest clothes, high-quality fabrics, and gold jewelry.

🪷 Regularly taking time to focus on beauty is a must for Daughters of Malika. Creams, perfumes, cosmetics, fine clothes and henna are commonly used by them. Baths and cleanliness are very important to them.

🪷 They invest large amounts of money into beauty, having a strong affinity for gold and luxury perfumes.

🪷 Like their Queen, they have a special relationship with perfume. Unlike most people, who just spray perfume and it smells normal, perfume on daughters of Malika carries an air of mystique and presence. Her followers are known for leaving behind a pleasant scent trail wherever they go; their scent lingers in the air long after they've left a room, and can even fill the street behind them. One small spray is potent on daughters of Malika. They wear perfume daily, not just on special occasions.

🪷 They are known for their cleanliness. They would never dream of going to bed sweaty, or leaving their house in a mess.

🪷 They are always well dressed, whether in casual situations or at formal events in Malika's honour. Their outfits often incorporate the colour purple somewhere. They are often seen in silk kaftans, high heels, and gold jewellery, but even in casual outfits they look put together, wearing clothes made from high quality fabrics. Their hair will be styled, nails will be done, and makeup will be immaculate.

🪷 Younger girls possessed by Malika wear light violet (resembling cherries), while adult women wear dark violet, symbolizing the maturity and dignity of the "queen of queens" (Malika dyal Muluk, also called Malika Zhawaniya).

🪷 Even as girls, they show signs that they have Malika. From a young age, they are addicted to showers, makeup, perfumes and going out. Even if they don't own any makeup or fancy clothes due to being too young, when they open their wardrobes, they long for them. They are also pampered and adored from a tender age, being taken care of and spoiled by those around them. Not just their parents but even their siblings and peers.

🪷 Many of them wear a ring with a purple stone, as in mythology Malika wears a gold ring with a purple stone. It's important that this ring is purified daily, and it should never be sold by the owner, or bought secondhand.

🪷 Their prayer rugs, Qur'ans, and prayer beads will be in purple.

🪷 Followers of Malika's devout path (Hajja Malika) wear the hijab, traditionally in bright white or purple.

🪷 Women who embody Malika's spirit are said to often have large, expressive eyes, are spoiled, and possess very dark features.

🪷 They are social butterflies, and easily make friends. They are famous for their regal demeanour, and for their energy, joy, social skills, and laughter. Their mere presence can light up the atmosphere, filling it with joy and laughter. They naturally attract admiration, attention and love from the people surrounding them (but sometimes they attract jealousy too). This kind of charm is a divine blessing, not something that can be faked or bought.

🪷Even though daughters of Malika easily make friends, they're also at risk of meeting jealous women. On the other hand, men are fond of them and young girls are awed by them.

🪷 They have great success in jobs like hairdressing and makeup. They naturally attract attention so if they do things like singing and acting, they'll become famous.

🪷 They bring their divine blessing wherever they go, filling any place they enter with joy, blessings, vitality, abundance and luck.

🪷 Although they are humble, some people mistake them as being arrogant. They have a sense of pride and self-assurance. They know their worth and refuse to settle for mediocrity in their lives, relationships, or possessions. Their self-confidence is sometimes seen as charmingly arrogant, but it comes from a place or self-awareness and dignity. They are also known for their independence.

🪷 They dislike the noise of young boys.

🪷 Although generally her followers live more conventional lifestyles like most of the population, Malika is known to be very accepting of those with lifestyles/identities that are outside of the norm in Morocco, like Jews, sex workers, unmarried women, modern women who like partying and wearing revealing clothing, eccentric women, and gays and bisexuals, so you are more likely to find those demographics among her devotees.

🪷 They are extremely diverse. Some are upper class, and some come from impoverished neighbourhoods. Their jobs include: housewives, retirees, hairdressers, office workers, students, sex workers, seers, ritual officiants, musicians, market workers, post offices, banks, schools, farms, or hammams. Their economic situations range from dependence on a husband or family for support, to financial independence achieved through hard work, to affluent lifestyles or marriages to wealthy men.

🪷 Depending on one's needs, Malika may adapt her attire and behaviour. A woman aspiring to be a scholar may perceive Malika in a form that aligns with intellectual pursuits. A woman wanting to marry may envision Malika in a dark violet bridal dress. For a woman seeking to enter sex work and attract clients, Malika might appear with instructions on attire, smoking habits, or other behaviors. A woman wishing to undertake a pilgrimage would never be advised by Malika to bring whiskey.

🪷 Women connected to Malika's spiritual presence attract gifts, wealth, and luxury naturally. People often offer them gifts, and they are especially known for receiving gifts of gold. They are used to receiving only the best. They are discreet; these gifts remain between them and the giver.

🪷 Their surroundings are always clean and well-decorated. They love luxurious decor and furniture, particularly Fassi-style saloons (luxurious, large Moroccan living rooms). Incense is never absent from these homes, and they love hosting lavish gatherings.

🪷 Some (although not all) followers of Lalla Malika also revere Lalla Mira, who has a similar personality to Malika but presides over different areas.

🪷 Women consider themselves to have a special relationship with Lalla Malika, although she has male followers as well. In some places, like Meknes, her devotees are mainly female, and certain songs and rituals may only be performed by women.

🪷 Why is Malika so special to women? Well, for one, she epitomises everything considered beautiful and feminine in Moroccan society, which is aspirational to many women, so naturally she is particularly appealing to women. And for another, she represents female independence in an unequal society. Jinn Eviction as a Discourse of Power states:

The standards of patriarchy indicate that there is a collective male fear from the sexual independence and self-determination of women within the structure of the household. The jinns in this sense, Aicha, Malika and Mira may be interpreted as projections of the independent female who rebels against the standards of patriarchy. They may embody the woman’s unconscious revolt against the hardships she is exposed to in her everyday life.

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Monday Motivation Owl

A few weeks ago, our department manager Alice posted about our new addition of the stylish and innovative early-1950s magazine Flair, published by the Cowles Media Company under the visionary editorial direction of Fleur Cowles (1908-2009). Checking to see if our general library held any issues of Flair, we learned that it did not, but it did hold the 1953 Flair Annual, which compiled samples of the magazine’s February 1950 to January l951 run. The annual is in such good condition, we are transferring the volume to Special Collections.

The magazine was lavishly produced, filled with foldouts, bound-in booklets, and numerous die-cut windows that provided image transformation from one page to the next. For your motivation this Monday, we present one of those die-cut transformations, Salvador Dali’s 1950 "Mimicry in Nature," which transforms a surrealistic owl-woman into an Owl Butterfly surrounded by women in butterfly-like fashions. Bizarre but motivating!

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My Welcome Home AU - Dark Phobia

Eight Neighbors turns into a horror-infected people as a representation of their greatest fears as they look at them as Scopophobia (Fear of Being Watched or Stared At) as some viewers’ fear, they’re been infected by their greatest loves who made any object with magic, they’re made by Home. They’re called “The Watchers”, Eight Neighbors turned into horror-infected people with red eyes, black sclera, and eerie voices, they're black modern clothes and hair, rainbow accessories, dip color of hair, and body form, and theme color gloves, shoes, and patterns/designs on clothes as they’re glow in the dark. They're always watching people to be scared as sometimes safe and better to be happy. They’re turned into The Watchers every night. 

Stage of Infection Stage 1: Hallucination - Infected people start hallucinating their present fear in any one of the five senses. Stage 2: Nervous Breakdown - Infected people get nervous breakdown in 1 minute while their eyes start glowing red. Stage 3: Body Aches - Infected people start body ache to head, then arms, and then legs in 3 minutes. Stage 4: Shortness of Breath - Infected people start shortness of breath in 5 minutes while their voice starts an eerie tone. Stage 5: Anxiety to Transform - As the final stage, infected people start crying as anxiety while their glowing eyes start growing brighter and then start a transform in the night at the full moon. 

Order of Infection as Objects was Infected by Home Wally Darling - Infected by Rainbow Paints on Paint Palette as it’s on Paintbrush Frank Frankly - Infected by Rainbow Butterfly as it’s on Red Envelope Poppy Partridge - Infected by Silver Serving Tray with Rainbow Handles as it’s on Cookie of Poppy Barnaby B. Beagle - Infected by Unicycle with Rainbow Ribbon as it’s on Dotted Juggling Ball Sally Starlet - Infected by Spotlight with Rainbow Lightbulb as it’s on Mirror Eddie Dear - Infected by Rainbow Envelope as it’s on Red Box Julie Joyful - Infected by Rainbow Flower as it’s on Hammer with Ink Howdy Pillar - Infected by Rainbow Worm on Red Apple as it’s on Marker and Sign

The Watchers Wally Darling - Known as The Painter of Alone as a leader and the red one of The Watchers. He’s the first infection of Eight Neighbors, he has an ability of paint and force, also Emotion Detection when in The Watcher Form. He has Autophobia (Fear of being alone while hurting his friends) as his The Watcher Form was rainbow liquefied limbs, eyeshadows and tears when he was crying on black face, wearing black modern painter/storyteller outfit with rainbow neck cloth, and red gloves and shoes. 

Barnaby B. Beagle - Known as The Comedian of Lost as a jokester and the blue one of The Watchers. He’s the fourth infection of Eight Neighbors, he has an ability of emotion and talent, also Enhanced Tracking when in The Watcher Form. He has Mazeophobia (Fear of being lost in any place) as his The Watcher Form was a rainbow paws behind gloves and shoes, ears, and nose, wearing black modern comedian/jester outfit with rainbow tie along blue shirt, and blue gloves and shoes.

Julie Joyful - Known as The Enthusiast of Lie as a heart and the magenta one of The Watchers. She’s the seventh infection of Eight Neighbors, she has an ability of fashion and game, also Lie Detection when in The Watcher Form. She has Proditiophobia (Fear of betrayal/lies) as her The Watcher Form was a rainbow pointy horns, wearing black modern fashionable/stylish outfit with rainbow ribbon tie, and magenta gloves and shoes.

Frank Frankly - Known as The Bookworm of Death as a brains and the yellow one of The Watchers. He’s the second infection of Eight Neighbors, he has an ability of insect/butterfly and flexibility, also Chrono Vision when in The Watcher Form. He has Necrophobia (Fear of dead/discard bodies) as his The Watcher Form was a rainbow swirly left eye while wearing yellow windsor glasses, wearing black modern bookworm/scientist outfit with rainbow bow tie along yellow shirt and smile mask with rainbow liquid when he wears it or not, and yellow gloves and shoes.

Poppy Partridge - Known as The Caretaker of Disease as a healer and the green one of The Watchers. She’s the third infection of Eight Neighbors, she has an ability of cooking and healing, also Power Immunity when in The Watcher Form. She has Nosophobia (Fear of disease) as her The Watcher Form was a rainbow beak and tongue, wearing black modern cooking/nurse outfit with rainbow scarf, and green gloves and shoes.

Howdy Pillar - Known as The Shopkeeper of Dark as a powerhouse/backbone and the cyan one of The Watchers. He’s the eighth and last infection of Eight Neighbors, he has an ability of supernatural body and telekinesis, also Night Vision when in The Watcher Form. He has Nyctophobia (Fear of in the dark while being alone) as his The Watcher Form was rainbow sharp hands and feet behind gloves and shoe, and circles with antennas while wearing cyan headphone with microphone, wearing black modern shopkeeper/inventor outfit with a rainbow apron along cyan tie, cyan bag, glasses and goggles when he wears it or not, and cyan gloves and shoes.

Sally Starlet - Known as The Entertainer of Forgot as a wild card and the orange one of The Watchers. She’s the fifth infection of Eight Neighbors, she has an ability of entertainment and weather, also Sense Focusing when in The Watcher Form. She has Athazagoraphobia (Fear of being forgotten) as her The Watcher Form was a rainbow eyeshadow, nose and lips, wearing black modern entertainment/popular outfit with rainbow weather badge, and orange gloves and shoes.

Eddie Dear - Known as The Mailman of Failure as a brawn and the purple one of The Watchers. He’s the sixth infection of Eight Neighbors, he has an ability of art and time, also Probability Manipulation when in The Watcher Form. He has Atychiphobia (Fear of failure) as his The Watcher Form was rainbow fingers and eyelashes while wearing purple goggles, wearing black modern mailman/artist outfit with rainbow tie, and purple gloves and shoes.

Behaviors The Watchers talk to the people for whatever they want, just obey them while they are feeling happy and don't run away from them as The Watchers get them worried and then go insane as dangerous. After the cure, The Watchers are no longer insane.

Cures Balance Potion - A special potion with eight shaped bits as a representation of Eight Neighbors, it cures The Watchers’ dangerous behaviors. When they drink the Balance Soup, they turn back to normal and later, they turn into The Watchers as no longer dangerous behaviors. The ingredients were fruits, rainbow crystals as 8 colors each one color to one crystal, and moon water.

Powers of Mind Wally Darling - Politeness Paintings Barnaby Beagle - Happiness Items Julie Joyful - Playfulness Flowers Frank Frankly - Calmness Butterflies Poppy Partridge - Helpness Food Howdy Pillar - Awareness Gadgets Sally Starlet - Willingness Costumes Eddie Dear - Chanciness Mail

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Everlasting Flower: Nae Sarang~Lies of P Fanfic: Chapter 2: Colorful Mind

A/N: Finally finished this chapter after a long time working, and spending all day yesterday writing. Make sure you read the others before this one. Regardless, please enjoy!

Summary: The new guest makes herself comfortable with the new faces in the safe haven she reached. She meets some new faces and ones she gets to know before she has to head out, but brings ally with her.

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Coated in dimness the girl who escape Death’s grasp laid. Warmness cover her cold wounds. Away from the terror for now. However, a calm slumber is interrupted by a chilling nightmare of past events - the horrors of Moonlight Town meeting it’s downfall. All the images of disoriented monsters coming back in her memories. Rhosyn jolted up from her slumber. Stressful breaths puff out of her open mouth as she attempts to relax; telling herself it was all just a dream, expect the dream recall the moments from yesterday - as if recurring the events that played out again. From the attack to the fall. All leaving her in a quivering state.

*“Are you okay? You had a bad dream.”* The Ergo chunk whispers to her. Rhosyn became silent for a bit before finding the courage to answer him: “No, I’m….not.” She wipes away the salty drops that manage to escape from her vision. “I….I don’t think….I’m gonna go back to sleep anything soon.” She grabs the pocket watch off the nightstand and uses it to check what the time is: It’s midnight. The gloomy paddles of the night shower settle the atmosphere of the already sad mood. She sat the watch back down and pulled the covers off her body. Filled with stubbornness and determination, Rhosyn carefully lifted herself off the bed.

*“Hey! Rhosyn, buttercup, your wounds are still healing up. You need to sit back down.”* Boomed the voice of the Ergo necklace. Rhosyn used the desk of the nightstand to get herself up her feet, carefully.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not sitting in this bed all night. If I’m not gonna go back to sleep, I minus well go explore the hotel when I have the chance; go down memory lane. You and I. '' In all honesty, the whisper would like that very much.

She got a stable, balance stand on her feet. Another exhale puffs out. She ruffles her messy short dirty blonde with natural red highlights in and begin making her way towards the door. All while the crystal makes a sigh comment: *“Stubborn as your parents…Please be easy on yourself.”*

Bright light returns to her tired eyes. It seemed there was so much she haven’t seen or recalled in this mysterious hotel. She minus well sink it in. Give this place another look now that she is older. Check out what she had missed when she was a child. Rhosyn make a couple steps towards the staircase until the blue around her neck illuminated the halls again.

“Huh, what’s a matter? Did you sense something?” Rhosyn questions the little guide around her neck. Lifting her attention up from the gem, another visible soul is present in the room.

On her way to the stairway, Rhosyn spots an elegant woman in a white ruffle dress draped by a blue coat over her shoulders and blue-colored hair tied in a stylish bun. She even had a cute little butterfly brooch on her jacket. The woman appears mature based on her physical appearance alone. She stands calmly at the end of the stairs…as if unaware of the people around. Lost in her own little world like she was admiring the attire of the lovely hotel. The ergo necklace started radiating again. Apparently, the whispers from the blue caught the woman’s attention. She did appear mature, yet her face looked so youthful. Her bright blue eyes appear to be staring at her. Somehow, Rhosyn can see her….as she’s suppose to.

The woman in white form a friendly, relaxed, and welcoming smile.

“Greetings, young Listener.” Said the blue-haired woman. Rhosyn’s eyes immediately widen. Wait, how did this woman knew she can hear the voices of the Ergo? Is this a hallucination she’s encountering right now? No….Rhosyn never had hallucinations in the past. Nothing she ate or drank never caused such nonsense. The meds prescribed never cause such reactions. She been fine since. “Do not be alarm. My name is Sophia. I am glad you have made it here safe. I am a Listener like yourself. You can see me. Not many others here cannot.” Rhosyn’s face scrunch up into a puzzle face. Sophia’s words made Rhosyn go “Huh” at the very best. Sophia can see the expression on the girl all so clear. Perplexed about this newfound discovery. The butterfly has a lot of explaining to do, and she better do so now, or else the survivor will be asking many questions.

“I know this information must be a lot to adjust for you, but I promise you,” Sophia adds, hoping her explanation will clear things up. “The ergo wrapped around you, the ability you inherit, you have the capability to hear Ergo and communicate with puppets. That ability allows you to see me. You see….”

Rhosyn listened closely to the butterfly woman. Something didn’t sit right. Yet, her Ergo necklace reacted to her presence. For all she knows, this woman knows more about the ability she has. “....Everyone in this hotel doesn’t have the ability. Therefore, they can’t see me. But you, you can.” Sophia smiles once more. “I see you have already met Geppetto’s puppet.” Rhosyn nodded her head: “Yeah, I have. He’s….nice. He prefer to be called P, though.”

“Is that so?” Sophia acknowledged the idea of Pinocchio wanting a name for himself - giving himself his own identity; on the road of becoming a real boy. It intrigue her all so well. “If that’s what he wishes to go by, I shall refer to him as such. Having a name is beneficial for one they go by. He’s….changing, but he’s not there yet.”

Rhosyn tilts her head. “What do you mean?” Is that puppet boy trying to find himself? As in, becoming human? She could not understand.

Sophia lowered her head. “You see, I was the one who had awaken him. I believed Geppetto’s puppet will save Krat from the devastation it is under.”

“So, are you like his….guardian of some sort?” Rhosyn asks Sophia.

“More like his guide.” Sophia answers the human. “I use my power to help him on his journey. I also told him if anything troubles him, he is willing to tell me such.” Sophia lowered her head while placing a hand on her heart. She always expected the best for the little puppet in choosing the right path for him. Never thought the blue guardian expect Pinocchio to wake up his Ergo and forming his own identity. Bright blues return at the girls gaze. “Although, I do act like his guardian; I use my power of time to save him. I can’t say much about it to you, but….you must understand, your power can help Krat.” Now the human girl is perplexed by everything she mentioned. This Listener ability past on by her family is already something Rhosyn cannot comprehend. Her parents found out she can talk to puppets when she communicated with watchman Murphy. Little Rhosyn told the other children Murphy wants to hear the whistle. Of course, they think she’s silly and a weird girl.

She even had to prove Coyra about her abilities; one day two children, Rhosyn and Coyra were outside the Moand Charity House in the school’s lovely garden near the greenhouse. It was a place where gold coin fruits are mainly planted in before it’s passed on to a safer location. The garden was also a way to teaching children how to properly maintain the beauty of the scenery and strict them into behaving better. The Charity House’s garden became the perfect hangout and play area for the two. The young Rhosyn spotted a maid puppet during her regular duties by the flower bushes. When the innocent long blonde girl told her friend about her special ability, the short redhead did not believe her at all. So, Coyra made a bet if she can tell her what the puppet is saying. Little Rhosyn answered with: “She says: Ugh! These kids tracking mud all over the place! Soon, one of them’s gonna bring a dead animal.”

“Wait, is that what she’s actually saying?!” Little Coyra had to ask her trustworthy friend. Amber-colored eyes dart at her with curiosity in awaiting for her to state the fact.

“That’s what the maid puppet actually said! I told you I can hear what they’re saying, just like my mom. But, don’t tell anyone. They’ll think I’m weird and that I’m just using my imagination. Some made fun of me for it.”

That was a vague memory from the past she only knew - only because Coyra did bring in a dead animal inside the school one day, just to get a reaction out of the maid puppet. The puppet took a stick and smacked it out of Coyra’s hands. The short-haired girl thought it was the funniest thing ever. She got in trouble for that. On the other hand, Little Rhosyn inspect her stupidity by offering a despise look many would back up from.

The older Rhosyn in the present is only trying to understand where her powers come from. Trying her hardest in figuring out why she can hear Ergo. She wraps her hand around the Ergo necklace.

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Pinocchio got himself comfy in the library reading the same book he shown to the pretty guest. The book tells a tale about a curse on a young prince casted by a witch all because he was cruel - the curse can only broken by the act of true love.

Sometimes, P feels like he’s under some curse; under attached strings still wrapped around his heart made for moving him. Under the strings in his creators hands. Have to listen to his orders: Must do this tasks, help out that, and be put in danger from the highs and lows. It’s a cycle between a man and a puppet.

If only he saw his wonderful creation as his own son, then (if he was alive) both the puppet and the lost boy can be twin brothers who watch each others back. That dream will never become true - nothing but a dream in electric sheep's. The oldest Geppetto would wish upon a star for a sibling that’ll love him more than his father could ever. They’ll do silly children things when Sir Geppetto was in his workshop crafting another puppet. Either catching insets on a warm sunny day, going to Krats outgoing festivals, and attend school together. Perfect little boys with a father who cared about his creation more than his own children, but they will have each other through thick and thin.

But Pinocchio will never have a brother nor a sister. Not in many years. Unless fate changes one day. If fate is real…. Pinocchio can’t help but had a dread of loneliness cloud his wondering mind whenever he thinks about it - Even hearing the story of the nice guest she shared before her drowsy eyes gave up for the night. He wonder if her older brother she’d mentioned in the story is alive. Surely, the Gray Wolf must miss his little sister, and that best friend she sworn to; a sister-figure to the rose girl. She must be okay, too.

What about the little girl, Aliza? He barely knew her and yet it was an innocent child put in a dangerous situation. It was almost as if Rhosyn’s group were like family to her. A family she got tragically separated from.

This idea made him want to help Rhosyn even more. But…..why, though? She was just another survivor. Another person finding refugee in the hotel for her ow will. Sophia is someone he see as family to him. The blue fairy treats him as his personal guide; one who gives him strength to get through the worst obstacles in the city.

She woke him up for a good reason. Not only is the puppet on a mission to save Krat; He’s on a personal task of finding humanity - the path reaching there was far, yet he felt like he was getting there if he follows his heart.

Perhaps the young beauty in violet already got him closer, but the roadblock prevented him from such. They just need to get through it together. That’s what a mother would want for their child.

“Alright, thank you, Sophia. Have a good night,” He lifted up his head off the page telling the tale of Beauty’s life in the castle he was reading and found himself fixated on the girl in purple when she finished talking to Sophia. No one here knew Sophia’s existence but Rhosyn. It delighted the puppet. That explains the necklace all too well. He saw her - standing there interacting with the lady as the blue hue glows on her neck. Pinocchio watch the human walk towards his direction. His gazed fix on her noting that she’s not in a weak state than she was earlier; she walks at a steady pace. In a much better condition, yet she hold a trouble tone in her eyes. He saw how much the disaster messed up her pretty casual purple dress in a more closer detail. Red and black splattered all over. Yet, it remain the elegant design from the ruffles across her upper area and sleeves. The dress had a flowy appearance, making the survivor appear like a beautiful lady on the streets of the busy town. The red scarf ties secured around her as the back follow in the flow motion. P wonder why she wore the scarf there of all things. He haven’t seen many wear one like her before. He seemed to like it. It made her stand out from the others ladies.

Overall, the Listener gave off the energy of a beauty but a dangerous woman. A rose with thorns and fire.

“Hi, P. Hi, Gemini.” Pinocchio waves at the girl as she takes a seat in one of the comfy chairs. Gemini cricks a cheerful sound. “Hey, Rhosyn! Good to see you all better, but….why are you up so late? You should get some sleep.”

Rhosyn sighs to the lamp. “I had a nightmare and I don’t think I’ll be going back to bed anytime soon. I figure I explore the hotel - hoping it’ll help clear my mind.” She fiddled the loose end strings of the scarf in the fragile fingers. Nervousness quickly wash on her. Pinocchio gloss his eyes on the troubled girl in front of him expecting her body language she’s now demonstrating. Hands on her lap, eye contact focus on the book, leg twitching. All showing signs of an anxious manner. The mute puppet can’t help but have his metal heart beat a sense of a sympathetic act. He thought dreams are filled with positivity. Those provide with hope for the person in achieving greatness. How does her dream create a nightmare?

“Oh man, that’s terrible,” Gemini says. “What was your nightmare about? Maybe we can help you feel better.”

“Just the past events. The tragic stuff that happened yesterday; The big, flying monster that attacked my group and I. Its creepy red eyes never left my mind…..” She shivered; the goosebumps are not visible but the idea sent the notion how disturbing it was to her. Already the image of the large winged, long neck creature in her mind made her feel uncomfortable just recalling it. P quickly noticed the unsettle expression from the way she hugged herself in the chair. Like, she became small of sort. Before Gemini could speak what the puppet has in his mind, he grabs a nearby notebook and a ink pen off the round table. The pen belonged to Geppetto while the paper was for personal use for everyone, provided by the headmaster. He begins writing according to his program - Rhosyn was glad Pinocchio found some tools to get some words out. Although, she won’t mind learning what he’s telling her without written words. Pinocchio jogged down in persist motion. Careful not making any slight mistake for pen ink cannot be erased so easily. For he’ll have to restart all over again. Rhosyn watches in awe; seeing the pen move against the paper with the hand in a steady but quick pace. He’s a fast writer than she is in comparison. This entice her. Finally, P finished putting down his words. He hands the rose the written paper. Rhosyn takes the time in reading what he wants to tell her.

The paper reads: “I’m sorry that you had to go through so much just to get here. I understand the struggles of constantly dealing with what’s going on in the city. You are a strong survivor - I can tell. My friend Gemini and I would like to help you find your friends and brother if you wish. I understand if you don’t accept the offer. With the city being in a dangerous state, it be wise you have someone with you, especially if the giant winged creature you mentioned is possibly after you. We may not know each other well, but I trust you enough.

I also want to say that you’re a very nice girl. I enjoyed our conversation we had earlier.”

Rhosyn finish reading the last sentence in the note and it made her surprise from the puppet’s true words. The note by itself entirely catch her off guard.

He was offering his help in finding her group? She’ll take having a extra partner by her side. Dangerous lands (even in a dwell wasteland city like Krat) provide a team to get through the toughest of challenges. Many have advice it, but she dismiss it; much rather continue the mission alone as trust with strangers in the open area always leave her in a state of awareness on who she’s trusting. One time, a man she trusted stole one of her important items while she slept in a rusty shelter space. He promised her a good meal and valuable tools when in doubt. However, Rhosyn woke up one morning to notice one of her canisters have gone missing - follow by her small, old bag filled with important stuff. Rhosyn never forgotten how betrayed she’d felt that morning. That bag included a small photo of a pet rabbit she once had she got commissioned by a talented artist to draw….now its gone for good. One day, she’ll hunt down that man for stealing her old belongings behind her back.

Pinocchio already proved he’s a good person even if he is still learning his ways of becoming a real boy. Not once had he tried anything suspicious. Instead, he treated her as a gentleman that she doesn’t deserve from different folks.

Having someone like P by her side will come in handy. Who knows? Maybe they make a great team. Fighting against evil in rescuing the city from the agony it suffers in. A duo with a mech puppet boy and a human princess? An interesting little story that Krat citizens would enjoy on a nice rainy day or for those who enjoy a good book when relaxing from a hard day of work.

Rhosyn smiles at the note and than back at Pinocchio. “I would like that very much. You do seem like a nice person. I’ll gladly take your offer. I can use all the help I can get. You never know what strange, hostile, disoriented things that lurk in the streets these day. You may also be right about the creature possibly after me. If I’m by myself, I might not make it out.

Also, thank you for your nice words.” Pinocchio nods his head at the rose girl in response to her comment. He’s doing his best in replicate her smile, but it’s not even close. It’s an attempt….he’ll get there.

Rhosyn pushes a bit of her hair behind her ear, revealing a pair of yellow drop-shaped gem earrings on her. Pinocchio found the the visible earring quite pretty, seeing it small shimmers dance in the hotel light; matching with the red heart gem brooch on her dress which is more brighter from how big it is. Pinocchio hinted that Rhosyn likes gems, or those are gems associate with her family she’s wearing. If its one thing P had learned about knowing others: People wear certain items that belonged to their loved ones. Both big and small. Mostly certain items that herdic from another. Rather from a friend, a family member, or someone they care for close to heart.

She could be wearing them in honor of those she loves. Someone in her past life she may have known - a mother or a sister. Pinocchio only knows so little.

He’s more curious about the Ergo necklace of hers. Does it belong to a love one of hers? He wants to ask her; quickly write his question down about it, but now’s not the time. Instead, he keeps his soft gaze at the human girl. Those soft glittery eyes coat by dark under bags display how many battles she must fight; many roadblocks of death by painting the streets in black and red just to reach a safe haven. Looking at her face, Rhosyn’s too tired to explain everything right now. Both emotionally and mentally. Was there anything he can do? His springs react just by thinking ways he can help her feel better.

Gemini chirps again - only this time twice. The green cricket had an idea: “I was thinking, how about we read you your favorite story? The one Pinocchio brought to you that you said was your favorite? Beauty and the Beast is it? Maybe that can help you fall back to sleep with a happy book.” The cricket inside the lamp sound worry from all the hardhips she dwelt on. Especially from the chaos indured yesterday. Of course, I’ll gladly read it to you if you like.”

“Sure! I like that very much,” Rhosyn says with a different attitude in her tone than what she had before. Display a positive outcome in her distressful situation she is under. Moreso, the human’s endeavor at putting aside the darkness weighting on her shoulders. The cricket in the lamp asks his pal to bring the book to him, putting it up in a standing position while still open. Flipping back to the beginning. Gemini clears his throat.

“IN a country very far from this is to be seen in a great city….” Gemini begins reading the tale. Pinocchio had himself sit beside the lamp so he can turn the page when requested. His expression is soft as a curious boy he is. Rhosyn has herself comfortable on her knees on the floor with her head resting on her ruffled-coated arms on the table. Her hair rests over her diligent cheeks like silk from a spinning wheel. The rain of night almost finished from the way the drops against the giant glass behind the velvet curtains are slowing down. Colors of green, blue, and yellow comforted the small library at a warm glow. Peace filled the cold evening as the friendly talking cricket tells the fairy tale how a young girl simply name Beauty fell in love with the Beast. How a kindhearted girl who loves a good book finds her way through all the hardships she’s put in. Though the highs and the lows. The girl grins calmly hearing her favorite story outload.

Pinocchio listened closely at the story being told. He haven’t had a clue why all of Beauty’s sisters are so cruel; even being jealous of the gorgeous sister among them all due to her pure heart and looks. The girl got unfair treatment for a unknown reason. Heck, he wondered how a father maintained twelve children in total: six boys and six girls on his own. Not even Father Geppetto himself can manage that many children if he can - although his crafted puppets do count as his children, but that’s a different story left alone in the ditch somewhere. He didn’t want to think of that right now. He much rather enjoy the story while his P-Organ beats. The fairy tale started grabbing the mechanoid's attention after each told paragraph.

After each old page turned, blue-doll eyes swift towards the rose raven in front of him. She appear more relaxed than the last time they spoke. He did wonder about the wound on her waist - Nurse Signora made sure the injury’s not bleeding. When he held her tight from her fall, he felt the red liquid blending into the red scarf wrapped around her. No wonder she felt weak. The injury from the sword slash made her lightheaded at that time. If only P could do much more, but he knows there's only much one man can do. So many lessons he has to learn on his own. Find the answers he seeks.

He noticed how her hair shimmer of gold and red in the light, display the appearance of a beauty within the room; as if her hair is like a canvas made of thread. Pinocchio almost wanted to touch the short strains, yet he rather not invade the girls' privacy. Instead, the proper idea to do is offer a compliment on her hair just like she did with his. Pinocchio found himself noticing how she fiddled with the necklace. Clinging the crystal chunk in between her rusty but diligent fingers. The crystal had a special bond with her in some way. It sort of like her comfort item from what he can piece together. Who would ever find Ergo a tool for comfort? Ergo itself is a mystery on its own, dated back when talented old alchemists sailing on a boat discovered its existence long ago. Somewhere deep.

The puppet can’t help but tilt his head near his shoulder. His gaze locks on the red crystal heart brooch on her dress below the ruffles. For sure that didn’t look like the material is made out of Ergo, or else he learn about the existence of red Ergo for the first time. The gem is more of a ruby kind based off the shine reflected by the chandelier lights. Beautiful as the woman’s heart. However…. Something caught his observant eyes….

The ruby-colored gem had a small crack in the center. The heart’s not broken, but the heart held together from breaking apart; refusing to die so sudden. What even happened in the first place?

Did…a tragic event happened to her? What caused it? There’s so much he wants to learn about her. Moreso, why was “Beauty and the Beast” her favorite story? Conceivably, he’ll know her more once they set out tomorrow morning. Yet….why is he so worried for this survivor’s wellbeing? It’s made clear the girl is capable of handling herself. Is it because she’s a listener?

Many questions circle in his system - Curious as to the history behind the story of the rose raven. Right now, the human almost fell asleep ... .until Gemini tried pronouncing a complicated word in the book. She lifts her cheek off the resting state.

“Uhm…” He chirps, troubled. “I can’t pronounced this word….I never heard of this word before…..”

“Can I see it?” Rhosyn asks the little friend; she takes the book after Gemini accepted the offer. She carefully read the word in the page of the book. Her finger traced over the bolded letter in the sentence describing how Beauty feels seeing the Beast. “It’s repugnance. A fancy word for intense disgust.” Rhosyn sets the index finger of hers off the page. “Don’t worry, I had a hard time reading it on my first time.” Rhosyn titter in a sweet gesture. The calm, warm smile pasture on her cut lips despite how painful it must be for her. “Huh?” The lantern cricket became curious, “How interesting. You must have read a tone of books in your time. Are books your favorite?”

“Yes they are. I enjoy a nice story or two, but I’m always fascinated in folk tales and the art of science.”

Can this girl not have the ability to be so sweet? Pinocchio can’t help but think she’s the real beauty from the story. His heart felt warm from hearing her laugh alone. Then the positive energy held on her quickly changed in a lower one. The frown came back.

“But….I get questionable looks and judgement whenever I have a book in my hand, or when I talk about some scientific idea. Basically anything I enjoy. They judge me as a outsider of all things. Hell, I get ridiculed for doing archery! Archery! All because I’m a ‘beautiful girl who should be settling down with a man.’ ” The girl exhaled, softly yet in a form of distress. Pinocchio can’t help but perk up from her words alone. What she told them had him wonder in concern: People ridicule each other? Especially when society expects a certain lifestyle from you. Poor Rhosyn - that doesn’t seem fair at all. Perhaps she feels how P is (minus being an actual puppet), having strings be pulled and control by a unknown entity. Following orders if you felt like it or not. Being told what you must be over what you wish to be.

“Golly, some folks are just straight up rude,” Gemini says. “But, don’t listen to them. I mean, you can’t now that Krat is….well not Krat. In my little bug eyes, you are already a wonderful person. A brave, strong one with a good heart. I mean, it wasn’t easy but you fought your way alone just to get here - all through the hardships you’ve faced along the way. That’s a big achievement.” Another bug noise escapes out of the friendly insect. For some reason, the crickets' sounds warmed the human heart.

“Also, you should be yourself rather than be what others want you to be. That’s what’s important. And if one day you want to settle down when Krat becomes normal again, you should find someone worth your heart. Someone who will treat you for you. That’s the best advice I can give. You’re a good person who deserves the best.”

The frown becomes a small grin again.Of course, being careful not have the cut on the bottom lip pour red again.

“It’s the best advice. Thank you, Gemini. You have no idea how much I needed to hear those words.” Said she as the rose sets her chin back on her ruffled sleeved arms. The necklace dangles over the glass table in the center.

Gemini went back to reading the story; the two live souls present in the room stayed silent again. He begin sharing about the cursed ornaments in the castle providing the luxurious dinner to the beauty. Even Sophia listened to the tale from afar. Remaining in the halls, she kept her blue hues on the young puppet hero of Krat as she stands by the doorless entrance of the room near the record player. The butterfly can’t help but feel a sense of happiness by just how much she’d seen Geppetto’s creation grew in becoming his own person. The emotion in her heart made her believe she did a decent job in playing the role as a guide for Pinocchio.

However, her soft, bright hazel eyes begin fading. Her eye lids are becoming heavy. And just seconds later, Rhosyn drift back into the world of Wonderland on the table. It was already late for her; she needed to try getting some shut eye again before light cover the outside world again. After all, she needs sleep, and her Ergo necklace would definitely agree in the owner trying to sleep again. Gemini’s suggestion worked perfectly. Round black orbs witness the girl fall asleep in a peaceful state. A cozy, hospitable smile forms on his tiny face. “It worked, pal. She’s asleep,” Gemini whispers, “Hopefully, another nightmare doesn’t disturb her again. We should get her a blanket. At least keep her warm and comfy from the cold.” The good friend nods - Pinocchio gather a nearby old but sturdy soft blanket from the chair by the bookcases and draped it over Rhosyn. Letting the white cover hug her like snow. He can’t help but stare for a second just seeing how calm she is. How she slept. He noticed the faded dark-colored eyeshadow and eyeliner on her lids still visible on her. The shadow color is a autumn-like color. A brownish hue faded in the mix of lights. All show a pretty color, yet it’s looking its touch from the battles she’s faced.

He let her rest for the night. P knew he needed it. Metal fingers grab the lamp off the table and left the library, leaving the guest behind. He encounters a familiar face in the ball room, Pinocchio saw the same scene as before - the elder woman dress in elegant green in a wheel chair staring at a large portrait of a younger version of her in white; pure and sweet with silky gold around her arms. Today, she suffers from a deadly disease plaguing the city. She is the owner of the hotel, and an old friend of his “father”. Owner Lady Antonia awaited for the boys arrival. The soft gaze turns away from her main fixation. “Ah, how good to see you at this time. Although, young boys like you should try getting some sleep.” The lady speaks, attempting at light humor by a small laugh, yet a nasty cough leaves out so sudden. That cough always had P feel unease. “I’m sure you’ve been taking great care of our new visitor. Polendina told me her condition. Not many are determined to survive these days.” She shifts back at the painting on the wall. “But many who are determined enough fight for what they care most. All for what they want most. That’s the true power.” She smirks at the old friends creation at the best of her abilities from the disease clogging her half side. Her way of a compassionate smile. The best one she can offer.

Pinocchio appreciated her humble response. His attention went up at the portrait he saw when he first arrived in the hotel. The young woman brimmed with mystery and beauty behind the glossy eyes. Beside the portrait on another wall is the old owner of the place….before it’s past on to his lovely daughter. Today, Hotel Krat keeps its memory with the secrets buried deep within from its old life it once had. Sometimes, Lady Antonia can be heard by her butler and personal nurse of the hotel communicating with the ghosts many say still stay in; ones Gemini had mentioned, but also six children who meant an unfortunate fate that Antonia wants to provide some sort of comfort for these poor kids once had a beautiful yet imperfect life. Each child had unique personality: The youngest one is patient and understanding, the second youngest is very kind who enjoys cooking, another filled with integrity enjoyed dancing, the middle one is brave and capable of fighting, the second oldest is the preserve type and has a wide knowledge, and finally, the oldest is the leader among the six - The justice type who knows his way around dangerous weaponry.

All six of them are wonderful children who unfortunately met a terrible fate Miss Antonia wish they were given a second chance. Notably, her connection with another boy named Carlo provided the love and care for the lost souls. The role of a caretaker within her very heart.

“Anyway, I shouldn’t keep you up. You should get some rest. I’m sure you have a long day ahead of you, my child. A bright future awaits for you.” Antonia tells the brave boy. Pinocchio nods his head in response. Although sleep doesn’t run in his systems, but the idea did seem nice on its own.

“My two assistance will take good care of our guest.” She says before the young puppet takes his leave for the night. Heading up to the father’s only workspace in the particular hotel. During the trip up, the puppet noted one of the rooms open - Rhosyn’s room had been left open. Nothing but a gloomy scenery and an untidy old bed left behind. He’s not used to seeing these doors open. Guess there’s always a first time. He better check in at the office before the old man becomes worry for his “son”. Geppetto’s space is usually lit up during these hours….almost all the time. Something about witnessing his creator sitting in the chair in front of his disorganized mess clogged by millions of written words about a puppet he had plans for, or a blueprint for another invention every time he enter the room, the small scene spark a bitter action in Pinocchio; hatred or displeased in some sort - begging to be seen as more than what his purpose is.

Luckily, Geppetto’s icy blues shift away from the documents. A proper greeting established. Yet….the tone in the engineers voice felt like he didn’t care. No matter how many times “precious” is thrown around, P never see it that way. Never seen as precious in the man’s eyes; only the physical appearance he shared. It breaks his metal heart from the way he spoke to him. These invisible strings keep him wrap in the alchemists fingers. Pinocchio rather be around a kind soul like the new guest in the purple ruffled dress. Friends like Eugenie also being the example. At least Gemini is always with him….for now until he had to take the lamp off his belt and sit in the red chair associated by the old man’s tools.

From there, P enters the imaginative sleep land of a magical amusement park island. Rather than donkeys, sheep's are present, and not a place for misbehaving individuals, but rather ones with big dreams. The little fluffy sheeps guide the big dreams to far away lands - breaking whatever string holds them down.

Tomorrow changes everything for the Rose Raven Princess and the Mechanic Puppet Boy.

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September, Hotel Krat, Morning, Cloudy Day

*“Rise and shine, Rhosyn. We got work to do.*” Rhosyn opens her rested eyes to the colorful world, realizing she slept in the library over the hotel room she was assign to. Guess she was exhausted that night. She felt like she’d overslept; based how her muscles ache from sleeping in the position. The first time she ever slept somewhere other than a bed for once. The Listener yawns: a big long one at best. “I haven’t slept that good in quite a while.” She’d forgotten how she’s used to sleeping in inconvenient places over a cozy bed these days. From abandoned floors to strangely a bed of beautiful flowers she fallen on. The nightmare she had must have flown over her doozy head. Not that she didn’t mind it, but she had realized that fact just now. She didn’t have another nightmare if she had overslept - that’s good news for both parties in the room.

Then, she recalled Gemini reading her favorite story by the light as a way of coping with her pain, and getting her back to sleep. She must admit, it was lovely to be read to by someone telling a good story after many moons of being told the tales of the adventures of Wonderland when she was a child, or the tale of the Talos Principle made by a serious man who’s fixation center around his studies of future technology. The tale of humanity within one intelligent shell.

That’s one of the stories she remembered telling those around her about….only to be meant with questionable reactions by her peers in the Charity House. Others were science-related topics.

Oh, how the times have changed.

The blanket on her rub her bare shoulders when she moved. The fabric is a feather soft touch, yet a little rough from the old stains. The sudden touch almost threw her off from the warm cover being on her. “Why is there a blanket on me? I don’t remember putting this on last night…” She ruffles her messy hair.

*“Oh, Geppetto’s puppet put that on you while you were sleeping. You’ve passed out during Gemini reading you the book. He wanted to keep you warm from the cold. How nice of him to do.”* The voice behind the crystal mentions, sounding like he’s teasing. All Rhosyn responds at him is a deep sigh. However, she can’t help but be a little flatter by such a unnatural kind action provided to her by another figure. This just shows how much of a bashful girl who focuses on being independent rather than another individual showing affection to her; including how much of a social awkward woman she is from her past times. This was all so new for her, yet she liked the affection. Rhosyn swiped the blanket off of her.

“It was….nice of him….to do.” Said the raven, softly.

She slowly lift herself up to her feet covered in dark nylon fabric and carefully straighten back up in a standing position. She gives herself a big stretch - Raising her arms to the ceiling as a long yawn leaves out of her system. She scratch her ruffled hair again; little knots caught in her brush, but easily untangled by several strokes when running her fingers through the strains. Still a hassle. She did had a small brush in the old bag that got stolen…. How awful. A sigh escapes from the rose’s lips.

“Guess I should find something to eat before leaving.” She shifts down at the floor when she noticed the heels noises were absent when taking the first steps. She had taken off her boots and left them upstairs in the room she was suppose to sleep in last night. The human girl sighs: “Right. My stuff is still upstairs….I should go get them before doing other important matters.” Rough nights can leave one in a haze. Even in a dreaded city not many get out alive where better night sleep is not an option, because one must be alert at all cost.

She begins heading out of the library area to do the small task…later stopping by the elder woman in the wheelchair.

“Ah, I see you are up. I hoped you had a restful night than your previous ones.” The lady in green says, resting her wrinkled hands on her lap. “Although, sleeping on the table is not very normal in such circumstances.” The guest became embarrassed by the ladies statement - almost the entire pale face of the young one becomes a light color red. Well, there’s worst spaces she’d slept in outside of Krat…. Did she had to call her out like that? She just passed out in the most unexpected place of all things! Can’t blame a tired woman for doing so….yesterday was a intense one; causing her to be emotional drain at most. Rhosyn only want nothing but rest after she reached the hotel.

“My butler told me about your condition. I wish you are doing well as of now. My personal nurse does good for those in need.” Rhosyn would not lie about the puppet nurse; that strange medical machine did a good work in the dressing. The injury didn’t bleed when she slept in the library. The puppet lady must have major wires in them to know the art of dressing the wounds. Rhosyn nods like how P does: “Yeah, she does. I appreciate her help last night.”

“I hope she didn’t cause you much trouble. She loves to chatter.” Lady Antonia softly titters. However, that small joke immediately thew right past Rhosyn’s head. She wasn’t very talkative when she interactive with Nurse Signora. Maybe the nurse was more focus on the task over a conversation. Understandable. Still, Rhosyn never imagine a plan, motionless plastic with a face like its painted on have a chatterbox. Sounds silly on its own yet a intriguing type.

“Regardless, young one,” Antonia breaks the small silence in the room. “Anyone is welcome here. I’m Lady Antonia, the owner of the hotel. You can come to me if you need anything. I’ll be at my usual spot.”

“Thank you. I appreciate the hospitality and safety you bring to this place.” Rhosyn’s voice of appreciation is coated in gratitude in avoiding some sort of display of how much she missed the times when the hotel is a beautiful mansion for many holidays held in. Where many happy moments held in one big hallway before disaster struck the city. Rhosyn once remember making bouquet flowers when she once worked as a florist in the town with her best friend for extra money for a special masquerade event. The girls were task in creating elegant arrangements for the ball. With help, the best friends created memorable floral sets that wowed the formal-dressed guests. Nowadays, the flowers are a weapon she uses against tough foes mixed in with a dash of fire. Her specialty.

She just needs to find a new canister for the creation.

Time to begin the day…..and to adventure back into Krat.

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Pinocchio booted back up and is already active in the hotel. He left his fathers room after a small conversation they had. Another task lays before him - Geppetto wanted his precious puppet out in danger once more. Although, the upgrades he’d got from the tools have made him become stronger. The moment he became an unstoppable machine when he took down the the watchman without a sweat. Not that he can sweat but when he fought, the puppet fought like his life meant it. The battle was intense, but he had help. He wished upon a star near the Summon Pool and summon an invisible ally called by Alchemists as Specter. The human star aid the clever one through the worst as they fought side by side. Afterward, the wish had been complete and Specter vanishes back into the skies. Pinocchio never got a chance in offering a word of acceptance or appreciation for the ally, but he’s always too late. Maybe one wish would not be a for combat purposes, instead one P craves for the most: A hug. Is it even possible to hug a star? To hug a wish?

“I know I put you so much, but know that you will always be precious to me.” The old man’s words felt nothing in his raspy voice. Like a lie coated in fatherly love. Pinocchio can only accept the love he gives.

Geppetto only smiled before the advanced creation of his left him behind. The humanoid machine capable of lying out of all the puppets in the city now goes in his way to begin another day of bloodshed and hopes of surviving another day. Continuing his own journey in finding his own person within the metal strings.

Suggested by Gemini himself Pinocchio didn’t forget to grab off the counter and put back on his belt, he headed back to the library where the sleepy beauty slept last night, but he saw the blanket back on the sofa in a neat fashion. The slight morning light poking out from the gloomy overcast dim on the round glass table once occupied. Only a dusty vase with dead flowers inside stay in the center spot of the sun.

The girl’s awake. She was already gone. He wondered if he had gone back to her room…He’d go there, but Sophia called for him. The familiar soft “Clever One?” catch his attention before he can head towards the rooms. Pinocchio made his way down. The butterfly guide has something on her mind she wishes to tell him…

Meanwhile, Rhosyn had gone up to the bedroom she was suppose to sleep in and enters the half-opened door. The small old bedroom once a disturbing room for an old patient remain the same…but the queen-sized bed she slept in left untidy. She should make that bed while it’s on her mind. At least take the time in gratitude after being offer hospitality in this beautiful place. After so many years, she was finally able to see what was always behind the closed doors upstairs; rooms little her weren’t allow to go inside. Rhosyn enters the bathroom again, taking a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Rusty make-up.

Not that she mind a little make-up every once in a while, but too much make-up was one she disliked, and thankfully she doesn’t have to wear anymore. Her droopy black mascara made her look like a living carcass from the way they run down the under lashes. Her eyeliner lost its bright touch, and the eyeshadow so fainted anyone far away could not see. They say a little bit of make-up can enhance ones beauty, but not in situations where if you show fear, it’s already too late to react. Part of the reasons why she needs to retrieve her old weapons she lost during the fall as soon as possible.

Warm water splashes her face - The rose raven gave her face a good scrub. “I won’t be needing to doll up anytime soon. There’s no need.” She mutters as the sink water brushes the dirt off. She lifted her head back up at the mirror. Her face is free from the colorful cosmetics painted on. Rhosyn’s clear natural look shines though. Added by the messy bedhead she woke up with added the charm. Not that she didn’t mind dressing up and looking pretty for special occasions or for going out of town every once in a while; she didn’t mind putting on a nice red lipstick for night out to the special event, but she prefers the freedom of her face from the flower ingredients inside of the eyeshadows and blush. Not that she didn’t mind, but she likes to let her natural look shine once in a while.

The townsfolks did say that the little rose have a lovely face; some say she has a dreamy far off look from the way her eyes shine, the way her once long curly hair tied in a low ponytail accompanied by a little red bow move like a yellow sail, or the way she share a smile at another. She was an innocent teenager who was training in becoming stronger and becoming a stalker. Her skills with a bow and arrow her father taught her were so good she managed to shoot another arrow into the arrow in the target out of luck. She was proud of the achievement that beautiful sunny day, but that would mean her parents had to buy another arrow for the owner in question.

Yet, Rhosyn always believed there were much more beautiful girls than her out there. Even her good friend Kim So-Won is the most beautiful woman in comparison, and she is highly skilled with the art of swordsmanship. Kim was also the best dance performer in Rosa Isabelle Street. Many adored the Magpie’s gorgeous performances and the way her chorography demonstrated her emotions in the dance.

Like Rhosyn, some looked at her strange because of her curious hobby of studying stars. So-Won is even so attached to star fragments by its history of them. So-Won once said she had a connection with the stars when she was very young. Besides her studies, the Magpie was loved; She was friends with the Corday sisters at the time before one of them lost her voice in a unexpected reason. Kim also once fell in love a poor man with an missing eye known for caring for horses. The man had dark-hair, a tan complexion, a bashful gaze and damaged hands from the extra work involving ice. Others looked down on him, but Kim loved him the way he is. Men tried to woo the Magpie but her heart always belong to the poor horse carrier.

One day, they were about to get married at St. Frangelico Cathedral in Moonlight Town both her mothers that took her in when she was young and the friend of the two, the wise stalker named Angelique going by the Atoned recommend. The wedding was going to be perfect….until everything fell apart. Her love taken away from her by the hands of the puppets, terror screams echoing out. The bride’s life turned into the empty when the church is coated in oil and blood. She had no choice but to grab the blade dropped off the ground and stop the threat. The dancer left the cathedral in a ruined dress in shreds, a sword and shield in hands, and the wedding rings wrapped around her neck.

The tragic moment became the most tragic moment in the cathedral. One of the reasons how the Atoned keeping the others safe from the town, and Kim earning the title by the citizens of Krat called “The Hellebore Bride” from the flowers falling out of her flower crown and dress that day. Kim kept her promise to protect the town with a good friend who lived in the town Eddiwen, but will leave when she can.

Rhosyn remember the event being the talk in the dirty old newspapers she found in the old building of on of the shops. The owner of the shop used to be a fan of the Magpie.

Rhosyn stepped out of the bathroom now all freshen up. She grabs her brown knee-laced low heel boots and puts them back on. They sure have seen better days. Too bad they were cute when they were in a better condition. She’ll find a better pair, one without heels. She grabs the pocket watch off the counter she’d left for the night. She checked the time on it: Something threw her off; the two arrows on the clock turn blue.

What? She didn’t see it turn blue when she arrived. Did this mean anything? This new change of events gets weirder and weirder. So many questions left unanswered. Whatever this device is The White Rabbit gifted her for survival must have to do with the Ergo.

“Hodges, does this mean anything.” Rhosyn asks the Ergo necklace while holding the chunk tight in her palms.

*“No….I don’t. This is new to me as it is to you.”*

“We can ask that Sophia lady we saw last night. Maybe she might know the answer to this. She knows more about stuff like this than I do. This never happened when I arrived here. Why is it glowing?” She whispered to herself before closing the pocket watch. Rhosyn grabs her bags off the carpet swiftly putting in on. She puts the pocket watch in the small bag on her waist. Later fixing up the skirt of the dress with soft pats. She notices a tall mirror stand by the lovely painting of the city Krat once was. The mirror reflect the woman she must become; one trained by the powerful Nymph Stalker herself - the young flower girl she trained in becoming a Bastard Stalker. From head to toe, no longer the elegant flower who always has her nose stuck in a sketchbook doodling on a sheet of paper, or finding herself filled with imaginary tales. The rose raven became a fighter; a survivor determined to fight another day until she’s reunited with the ones she loves. No matter the struggle she endured. No matter if both red or black is spilled. Undine and Rhosyn’s father would be proud of her if they are still here.

She exhales and is about the leave the room. Before a idea halted her remembering something. A good Stalker always checks their weapons durability. She took the dagger out of its protective sleeve. Best check its status after dealing with the threats last night…

Cracked. A big crack in the center. One of the puppet dogs at the ruined bakery shop took a big chunk out of the dagger while she was being swarmed. It wasn’t a blade anymore, and it doesn’t have a shape of the blade.

Seriously? Now, Rhosyn doesn’t have any weapons. This unexpected discovery made her swear - how unlady like. What does she do now?

“Great, now I need to find another weapon….I can’t go back out until I can find another…I don’t think the dagger is even useful in this state.” She said, annoyed. What luck.

Although, she did “had” another weapon she got from another survivor name Paolo as a gift of thanks for helping him fight off the puppets. However, the blade of the sword broke when she stroked at the large puppet with a wheel from a carriage as a weapon of choice. All the confidence fell from the incident. The Ergo necklace of hers suggest fleeing immediately before the construction puppet can crush her. The dagger must have snapped when she struck it at a aggressive puppet near the circus entertainment on her way here. She also left the pipe she used in the city behind due to its condition. Now, she became defenseless. Without anything, running is her only option. The human survivor begins heading towards the door until Pinocchio spooked her by him standing in front of the door.

“Oh, P. You startled me. I didn’t see you there. How are you?” Rhosyn best begin small talk. Basically checking on him if he had a good sleep last night or how he’s doing at the time.

P responded with a thumbs up gesture he motioned he learn from a old cover art. Nothing special, but the best way he can tell her his wellbeing without words. The blue eyes scan the girl’s face. From first notice, the dark rose-like colors on the lids disappear for good. Those stunning greenish-blue hues staring back at him stand out without the extra effort in making them pretty with mascara and eyeshadow. The natural curls in her hair stand out in different ways despite the mess it appear. The strains frame her smooth-looking oval face. The springs in the heart tried not to react to the sight. P wanted to touch the strains, yet he must keep his composure. On the other hand, Rhosyn was curious of P’s own hair if it was actually real. Puppets are not used to having realistic hair like his before.

Cute and fluffy. There’s some curls in it. Also has some shine. HIs hair is much nicer than hers. A fact she’ll admit.

Rhosyn broke the silence between then when she asks if there’s a weapon store nearby or a storage room in the hotel where she can get a new set of weapons; the girl held out her equipment for him to see the situation she’s in. In response, Pinocchio held out his artificial human hand at her. He didn’t have a writing tool on him, so it was better he shown the lady his answer. However, the beauty only display confusion. She didn’t know what he was trying to convey to her. Ah jeez, she doesn’t have a clue what he’s trying to propose to her…..He shifts his head at the side, blinking. He quickly shifted his embarrassment at his feet.

*“I think he wants you to take his hand.”* Said the whisper of the blue gem the listener herself heard. The eyes of nature shifts at his hand and then at Pinocchio, who avoided eye contact.

“You want me….to take your hand?” Rhosyn asked Pinocchio - Pinocchio bobs his head in response before he face the floor again. He’s not feeling embarrassment, is he? That’s what the girl is thinking. P lifted his attention back up - the Ergo blues make contact with the hazels. God, his eyes are so pretty….Now, why is she thinking about that?

“Uhhh…..o-okay….” Rhosyn gently takes hold of he puppets hand. His hand felt like real flesh between her own fingertips. She can really feel the touch more than when he took her hand to kiss it. Not once have it feel a sense of plastic within the skin. The girl doesn’t know how to properly react at this discovery; fear or shock flood her veins inside her own flesh. Yet, these emotions were on a high level. What was it? A mix of both? Never has a robot felt so real like this before.

Pinocchio return her with a honest, soft expression in his doll eyes. A look as a way of telling her: “Please do not be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I’m know I’m not like the rest, but I just want to show you where you can get your equipment fixed.”

She could’ve sworn she felt her heart racing. Red must be coating her cheeks right now. His grip….soft but sturdy.

No, she can’t get all flustered. Not like this. She bites her full bottom lip in a shy, sheepish manner. Of course, not too hard so the cut doesn’t hurt her. How can a puppet be a gentleman? Nothing is adding up! Yet…she cannot help but be filled with bashfulness. Father taught her to never show weakness in any shape or form. Rhosyn already fails at keeping her father’s words.

P’s breaking that barrier - a lot of it. She’s becoming a mess.

From there on, a heavy but easy pull on her arm had the girl in purple follow behind the boy in blue. He lead her down the velvet stairs as he made sure she was able to keep up with her. All while the two are being watched from the office. P lead Rhosyn to the box-sized workshop by the training station outside. Accompanied on the wooden stool, a young woman about the same age as Rhosyn in a brown workers apron over a white mid-sleeve top sits at the workbench. Round frames stay in place as she examines the weapons with the equipment she gathered from last night. The silky dark locks tied in a braid express how much she prefers her work over the care of her appearance. Brown eyes shift up from the work.

“Oh, hey there!” The greatest blacksmith of Hotel Krat chipper. “Good to see you! Thanks for taking care of my space while I was away. I hope my tools were of good use.” Pinocchio bobs his head. Her attention later shifts over to the girl beside him; one she haven’t got the chance of meeting yet. “You must be a new survivor here. I’m Eugenie. I’m an expert when it comes to weapons.”

“I’m Rhosyn. Please to meet you.” Says the rose raven, cascading a warm, friendly twinkle upon her lips. Eugenie grins back. “I….do have some weapons I need repaired.” The girl in purple sets the broken weapons on the table. “I have this dagger with a big crack on it. It’s made of lava, so I don’t know if it’s possible to get it fixed. I also have this blade here that broke.” She points to the sharp sword with only the handle remaining. “It was a gift, from a man named Paolo during my trip here. I don’t think the blade is in any good conditions of repairs. If there’s anything you can do, I would appreciate it.” Eugenie takes a quick glance on both of the items thinking what she can do with them. A slender index figure cover over a dirty leather glove rest under the lip covering the mentolabial sulcus. Then in a snap of a finger, she got ideas she can twist her hands with.

“I know my way around weapons. I can fix these up for you. I’m sure I can work something out with these two. It will be a bit, but if you’re heading out, take the time in getting what you need.”

“Great! Thank you very much.” Rhosyn later departs to get some food and have a word to Sophia about the pocket watch. Pinocchio decide to stay behind and chat with his good friend while she worked on the crafts. The two have been good friends since the day P arrived at the hotel one rainy day. Eugenie knew her craft well at the expense of making his own weapons he finds more powerful. Eugenie carefully takes the broken piece of dagger after it snapped off from its own handle. Carefully, with the small grabber from her tools, she sets the blade in the hearth fill with loads of usable coal for the flames. The blacksmith hums a favorite soothing tune to herself. One she remembers from her home side off the distant country. Pinocchio only listened. Sometimes, small questions are tossed by her from time to time; some being about how she idolizes two amazing stalkers (who P doesn’t know much about), the times of her home life, or just things that happened to P during his journey. All of which he writes down on a old notebook Eugenie always gives him for putting his thoughts down. The little notebook in the pascal color is usually for notes for her crafts in her own language, but she doesn't mind P using it. She actually enjoys seeing his writing improve overtime. Always pleases her every time.

Pinocchio wrote down his last sentence to Eugenie before he turns his attention at the Rhosyn interacting with Sophia by center display. He saw her discussing to the fairy about the pocket watch in her hands. He saw the confidence in the stance in the human’s posture. Compared to Sophia’s elegant and mature stand. Both the beauty and the tough listener combined together. A good person but sees the world as gritty. For some reason, he can’t seem to take his curious eyes off of her…all while he eavesdropped a little on their conversation.

“I got this watch by another listener,” Pinocchio hears Rhosyn speaks. “A White Rabbit Stalker named Kochou. She gave me this after she sacrificed herself and use it to guide me here. When I checked it, the arrows on the clock are glowing blue. Do you know why it’s doing this?” Pinocchio’s attention is broken when Eugenie tried speaking to him on a small rant on something - Of course, P wasn’t paying attention. He quickly looked back at her. He’d witness a little smirk on her, but Eugenie can’t see who the rose raven is talking to.

To Eugenie, Sophia is nonexistent as Rhosyn is talking to a ghost in some way.

Sophia studies the pocket watch from another listener. The blue arrows on the portable clock remain glowing. The clock kept ticking one number at the time. All while little whispers from the lost souls Sophia can hear. The blue-haired butterfly grow a face of awe. “This pocket watch….” Sophia looks back at Rhosyn. “It’s power is that of mine, but I can control time. This watch from your friend, her abilities associate with the moon. She must have given you this watch after her heroic deeds to use the full moon out last night to guide you here. The watch is glowing perhaps of the materials not from this world called “Moonstones” are present.” Sophia explains in the most clear way possible. Rhosyn took a quick glance at the watch before closing it and putting it away back in the bag. “They’ll come in handy for you on your journey. Don’t hesitate to use the pocket watch to locate them whenever you need them.” The girl takes the wise woman’s words before going to find food at least, ending the conversation.

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After a while has past, after grabbing a steady small meal and sips on the affordable water, the rose raven returns to the workshop for her weapons. Pinocchio immediately perks up from whatever clouded his mind to the cheerful, cute “Heya!” sound from the young lady in dark hues. Eugenie greeted the new girl back after taking her helmet she used for covering herself from using dangerous flames off. “I can to check on my weapons. Any updates?”

Eugenie propose a proud grin on her. Oh, she is so excited to show the new girl her craft. “You came right on time! I just finished up. Your blade on the other sword Paolo gave you is in no way able being fixed. Luckily, the handle is still in good condition.” The blacksmith of Hotel Krat carefully grabs her art off the workbench. “I took the daggers blade and the handle and alter them together. I manage to fix and enhance the length of the dagger.” Rhosyn’s eyes sparkle at the sight of the beautifully crafted design used of two items to make it become a fire sword. She’s filled in a speechless state.

“This is all I can come up with what you gave me, but lets this be your personal sword from me.” Eugenie chortle. Witnessing the raven’s reaction has her face becoming in a bashful manner.

“Oh my gosh! This is amazing! Thank you so much! You did such a great work!” Even Rhosyn’s comment made the dark-haired sweet heart flattered. “I do my best!” The fire sword in the grasps in the owners hand feel light on the swings, and dangerously strong on the flames. She loves it already. Eugenie is like a saving grace. Now, she’s ready to head out. Time to begin her first task: Find her brother and best friend in the city.

“P, are you ready?” Rhosyn asks the puppet boy. P has his own sword on him in the hostel on his belt, and he nods his head in response. The two brave beings began heading out of the hotel back into the streets of the nightmare….while the man in the office watch them.

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[purfectprincessgirl]

Looks like the Runway dolls are finally on their way! Lets talk about 'em~

*spoilers below for the leaked images*

-So, right off the back I'd say I'm glad we're finally getting these runway looks for the OG Series 1 girls, 'cause I've always been curious of how their outfits would've translated into doll form~ :3 So here's my initial thoughts thus far:

Right off the bat, I'm in love with how Jade looks so far, with her makeup, hair presentation, the boots & inner dress... just *chef kiss*~ 💚💚The plastic-looking lightning bolts are proooobably gonna take a bit for me to get used to (idk if they may be detachable or not, though I heard someone mention they might be LED-lit? :o), but otherwise I'm SO down to buy her to fit with my Jade collection~ 💚Rating: 9.5/10 (bias-wise, 10/10 lol)

Runway Skyler looks really lovely with the return of her Winter Break curls, and the silhouette of her denim gown is so stylish~ 💙 A lil more "toned-down" compared to the other Runway looks, but otherwise I think she's pretty solid :> Rating: 9/10

Wasn't really sure how the combo of a veiled-beanie with the waist sweater-skirt would translate, but dang Ruby actually pulls it off pretty well here~ :o Her makeup's probably my fave so far of all the Ruby dolls, she really rocks that red lip super well ^^ Rating: 8/10

Oooooh Sunny, her Runway look really grew on me overtime and I'm SO glad it did 'cause... wooooow~ 🤩 The pigtails, the makeup, the lil accessories matching with the raindrops on her skirt, the way the dress itself has that "raincoat" fabric that still looks super stylish put together... I'll def have to grab her next after Jade!~ Rating: 10/10

Poppy... hm, I do like what they're trying to go for here, with the ruffled monarch butterfly-wing dress... buuuut I feel like the black & white parts of the wings are kinda overlapping too much? .3. Idk I know Poppy's known for her butterfly theme but I think if they accentuated the orange bits a lil more (like they did for her Winter Break look) it'd flow a lil better... though I do like her butterfly hair clips & makeup from what I can see of it! ^^ Rating: 7/10

Violet I always felt had the most... "eh" Runway design within the show (Idk if its the dress length or something that didn't wow me much?), though here I like what they did in terms of her makeup & hairstyle! ^^ Plus the pearly-sheen on her dress fabric looks pretty, so I'm curious to see how her stock/in-person photos look! Rating: 7.5/10

And finally we have Runway Amaya, who turned out quite pretty here as well!~ :> The silhouette of her dress & the white portion look amazing (along with her makeup)... though I kiiiiinda feel like the actual "rainbow" portion of the dress looks a lil... like, plain? .w.; Idk maybe its the way the fabric's laying in the photo, but I feel like they could've added a lil more ruffle there or however to pull in the look together, but otherwise I'd saaaay she's like a 3rd/4th fave of the line, so far? :o Rating: 8.5/10

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-Aaaand that about covers it for my initial thoughts! Can't wait to see more photos of these dolls when the time comes!~ ^w^

(Overall ranking of the dolls thus far, subject to change later):

-Runway Jade

-Runway Sunny

-Runway Skyler

-Runway Amaya

-Runway Violet

-Runway Poppy

[leiwanee]

Farrah Nouvel Makeover CC Links

Default eyes : https://dangerouslyfreejellyfish.tumblr.com/post/164577819691/whisper-eyes-for-everybody-defaults-non-defaults 

Eyebrows : Aphrodite eyebrow set https://www.patreon.com/posts/59081436

Eyelashes : https://twisted-cat.tumblr.com/post/691584632061378561/3d-eyelashes

Skin details :

-        Mouth corners : https://www.patreon.com/posts/46250379

-        Babychoux skin overlay : https://love4sims4.tumblr.com/post/168720356473/heihu-hellu-babychoux-was-the-second-face

-        Nose overlay : https://pyxiidis.tumblr.com/post/171138927821/to-the-bone-nosemasks-by-pyxis-because-everyone

-        Moles : https://vegantrait.tumblr.com/post/650087061604417536/n-o-b-o-d-y-s-l-i-k-e-y-o-u

-        Body blush : https://simandy.tumblr.com/post/184814742316/toasted-so-i-got-too-used-to-my-old-skinblend-and

-        Eyebags : https://kismetsims.blogspot.com/2017/11/eyebags-plus.html

-        Teeth : https://uxji.tumblr.com/post/613060142266761216/sweet-ears-teeth-a-lil-gift-for-reaching

Tattoos : https://chewybutterfly.tumblr.com/post/691025137767677952/little-wonder-tattoos

Everyday :

-        Hair : https://www.patreon.com/posts/mariana-hair-75021782

-        Septum : https://arethabee.tumblr.com/post/674768642980839424/rebelcollection

-        Earrings : https://www.patreon.com/posts/meadow-winds-by-56710620

-        Eyeshadow : https://crypticsim.com/post/669308063959941120/the-obsidian-palette-i-wanted-to-make-a-palette

-        Eyeliner : https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/glitter-eyeliner-n31/id/1569266/

-        Blush : https://www.patreon.com/posts/oh-my-god-were-58952703

-        Lipstick : https://alhajero.tumblr.com/post/182513467390/%EF%BE%9F-very-simple-very-tiny-make-up-set-for

-        Shirt : https://www.patreon.com/posts/paradiso-cc-pack-53854352

-        Skirt : https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/josie-cardigan-v2-and-lisa-skirt

-        Nails : https://eunosims.tistory.com/entry/sims4cc-pure-nail

-        Rings : https://arethabee.tumblr.com/post/683150002518999041/thebasics

-        Belly ring : https://ikari-sims.tumblr.com/post/680360832070287360/xs-collection-aretha-x-ikari-10-bgc-items-on-my

-        Ankle bracelet : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/673359964717334528/party-collection-part-2-jius-platform-leather

-        Shoes : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/689304941378027520/vacation-collection-04-jius-platform-sandals

Formal :

-        Hair : https://gegesimmer.tumblr.com/post/704426185962258432/amaya-hair-a-new-hairstyle-inspired-by-a

-        Hair accessory : https://www.candysims.com/aurorahair

-        Eyeshadow : https://crypticsim.com/post/616960571155333120/the-controversy-palette-the-controversy-palette

-        Eyeliner : https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/eyeliner-n32/id/1569512/

-        Lipstick : Coco lipstick https://crypticsim.com/post/186418514420/savvysweet-savvysweet-and-crypticsim-present

-        Earrings : https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/starr-earrings

-        Necklace : https://arethabee.tumblr.com/post/683150002518999041/thebasics

-        Dress : https://www.patreon.com/posts/bloom-set-10-65826804

-        Rings : https://www.patreon.com/posts/glimmer-rings-36911608

-        Bracelet : Could not find :/

-        Nails : https://www.patreon.com/posts/60795750

-        Shoes : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/649716213046460416/flower-butterfly-collection-part-i-jius

Active :

-        Shirt : https://casteru.tumblr.com/post/190952449292/anorak-pullover-tou-download-patreon

-        Shorts : https://trillyke.tumblr.com/post/175464917078/latata-bikini-set-a-bikini-set-that-includes-4

-        Socks : https://collections.baidupan.hujiandong.com/2020/imadako_set_girls_school_uniform_set_739/

-        Shoes : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/698274161927356416/sneakers-collection-03-jius-low-top

-        Airpods : https://pralinesims.net/post/713490960721559552/ozone-wireless-earbuds-stylish-wireless-earbuds

Sleep :

-        Shirt and pants : https://ikari-sims.tumblr.com/post/680360832070287360/xs-collection-aretha-x-ikari-10-bgc-items-on-my

-        Slippers : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/708782898566889472/flats-collection-02-jius-floral-lace-up

Party :

-        Hair : https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/yara-hair

-        Eyeshadow : Plant gay palette https://crypticsim.com/post/665316984281579520/the-greenhaus-collection-inspired-by-trixie

-        Eyeliner : https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/eyeliner-n27/id/1561256/

-        Earrings : https://www.patreon.com/posts/delta-hades-ear-31704750

-        Necklace : https://www.patreon.com/posts/55848646

-        Shirt : https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/josie-cardigan-v2-and-lisa-skirt

-        Pants : https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/josie-cardigan-and-pants

-        Waist chain : https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/piper-waist-chain

-        Shoes : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/686677877814607872/crystal-collection-01-jius-velvet-platform

Swim :

-        Outfit : https://www.patreon.com/posts/sunkissed-23-69487356

-        Shoes : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/675715173763497984/flats-collection-01-jius-flatform-sliders-01

Hot :

-        Shirt : https://aharris00britney.tumblr.com/post/663949332951842816/planet-axa

-        Skirt and waist chain : https://arethabee.tumblr.com/post/686699513416712192/hotgirlsummer

-        Crocs : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/711866918931464192/marshmallow-collection-02-jius-crocs-clog-02

Cold :

-        Earrings : https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/butterfly-hoop-earrings-christopher067/id/1493818/

-        Necklace : https://arethabee.tumblr.com/post/686699513416712192/hotgirlsummer

-        Top : https://jius-sims.tumblr.com/post/670007983880781824/winter-collection-part-1-clothes-jius-short

-        Pants : https://www.patreon.com/posts/64592631

-        Boots : https://www.patreon.com/posts/download-boots-62545250

[noelleydances]

Since May was Asian American Pacific Islander Month, I present to you my KPOP CONCERT LOOKS: Filipina Girly Edition🇵🇭

Since I had two concerts and three shows planned, I wanted to make sure I prepared THREE Filipinx inspired outfits to represent my culture !

Look 1- Pre colonial attire inspired by the ethnolinguistic group called TAUSUG. It is also inspired by Daechwita 👑 A friend of mine created this attire for me, and I can also wear it in four different ways! We love a fashion conscious girly.

I also do Filipino Folk Dance/Philippine Dance, and I’ve been studying this particular dance form for about 9 years now.

Below is a picture of me wearing the traditional Tausug attire!

2.) Butterfly Sleeves

A Filipiniana is a traditional outfit with puffy oversized sleeves. There are different types and styles of Filipiniana based on this traditional attire. The one I am wearing is called a terno. The terno usually comes with arched, flat sleeves. I am obviously wearing a modern version of the terno. My mom brought this back for me from the Philippines!

3.) Barong/Terno

The Barong is an embroidered long sleeve formal shirt.

Barong are usually worn by men, and the Terno by women. Of course, I literally don’t care BECAUSE I CAN WEAR WHATEVER I WANT😝 I love this modernized take on both traditional attires. It’s both stylish and displays inclusivity.

I felt so pretty for the entire month of May😂🤣 maybe it’s because I feel the most confident whenever I wear some sort of cultural attire…

[noisycowboyglitter]

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[sm-baby]

I BETRAY MY BREAK FOR A FEW SECONDS CUZ I CANT STAY QUIET ABOUT THIS ANYMORE

@attleboy IM SURE YOU DON'T NEED ME TO SAY HOW MUCH I ADORE THIS.. IVE BEEN TAGGED BY FOLLOWERS, MUTUALS, FRIENDS FROM DISCORD, AND ASKS ABOUT IT, AND I BLUSH AND FALL APART EVERY TIME I REMEMBER IT /pos IM SO GLAD YALL KEEP REMINDING ME THIS EXISTS..

The amount of fucking EFFORT this took.. OH MY FUCKING GOD... YOU TOOK THE SKINS AND ABSOLUTELY RAN WITH IT ... THIS IS SO EMBARRASSINGGG... ive been so jelous of you cuz of your work, AND TO SEE REALLY GREAT STUFF FROM YOU ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED MEEE this took so long cuz I wanted to give you a proper response to, 1. Make up for the time, 2. MAKE UP FOR THE WORK PUT INTO THIS CUZ GOD DAMNNN

THE COLORS LOOK SO COOL AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOOK SO COOL the fact that you scrounged around for different species of insect and bug as well- AGH THATS SO MUCH EFFORT... THATS SO MUCH EFFORT ITS SO EMBARASSING THAT ITS GIVEN TO MY SILLY LITTLE CREATIONS /Pos

I love how they still very much maintain the big boss sort of energy as well.. if not, they look MORE BADASS!!

I ADORE Zooble's design... I adore Zooble's design so much. You fully leaned into the spikey exoskeleton a Mantis has- IMMM THEY ALSO JUST LOOK SO BADASS IN GENERAL... THE COLORS ARE SO GOOD. You translated the mantis eyes into fun big shapely glasses and they look AUGH SO GOOD!! I adore how polygonal they look as well.. the little details and swirls aughhwba dkzn oh my god help me(also... Claw arm... Claw are looks SO FUCKING DOPE...) Her little mantis friend also looks very friendly and colorful... They are gentle... Also I don't know if this was on purpose but the like-- gears :3c? On their joins makes them look like a toy and I think thats perfect... For them.

THE TWICE-STABBED LADYBUG... Youre so fucking right bestie the name is so metal... So simple yet fitting for our lovely little doll lady!! Ragatha you look GREAT in black hehe... Also also!! I love that her dress has a little outside to reflect the ladybug elytra, and the smaller thinner white frills and lace to replicate the wings itself! She translated really well into a lady bug eee heheh oh my goodness.. her cite little ladybug friend has very little spots Im- aaa the spot has a cross on it making it look like her button!! ToT THATS SO CUTTEE

POMNIII POMNIII OH MY GOD POMNIII A CUTIEEE she looks adorable and over all just absolutely stylish! The swallowtail was great in terms of translating her hat to still have the pointed jester look... Also Pomni in general just looks ADORABLE in your style oh my god... i want to hold her.. her heels... I want them.. the butterflies on the heels, the shapely sleeves it just feels absolutely right for her oh my god... I squeeze her so much...you made her feel VERY pomni... I LOVE HERRR, the ribbons on her gloves the patterns on her hat ITS SO PRETTY AND CUTTEEE WHAT A SWEETIEE shes so stylish... Hold her like burger

STOP MAKING JAX LOOK COOL NO IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM this was a very simply change, but I specifically adore the fact that in his non-sentient form his scarf would just be the centipede itself?? Like the friendlier family friend cutesy centipede you might see in a nursery classroom... WHILE IN HIS PRESENT FORM-- the chains are SHARP, SCARY, could actually HURT someone if they poked it... He just because more metal and sharp and I eat it up. The SHAPE of the collar looks SO fucking cool and— DID YOU CHANGE THE SHAPE OF HIS EARS TO MATCH- ATTLEBOY IM GOING TO FUCKING SHAKE YOU--(edit: YOU ALSO ADDED GOGGLES IN PLACE OF THE SUNGLASSES STOPPPP) it something so simple, but i love the centipedes crawling around him... It adds to how fucking disgusting he is, and also gives me the vibes of snakes on someone's shoulders.

GANGLE MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE NOT GONNA FUCKING LIE.... LIKE ACTUALLY... GOD DAMN... I... WOW?? the way you make her ribbons longer and a lot more spindley to match the legs of the spider CHEFS KISS she looks GREAT! And youre so right the specie and her are INCREDIBLY similar!! i love the fact that the ribbons themselves have a cobweb pattern to it, cuz-- yes!! Gangle does trap her victims in her ribbons, which would equate to webs! I love how her cute little spider friend has a sad face on to reflect the tragedy maskk... Nooo OHHHHH TOT and hehe... I don't know if this was on purpose... But the way her ribbons twist around reminds me of a spider's body ... Like the butt at the bottom and the base on the chest... Hehehe.. i thought that was cool...

I love their added little insect friends 🥹 half of me thinks that thats what their minions turn into if you put the skin on... Waugh.. but I also like the idea of a little pet heheh

ANYWAY

I LOVE THE SELECT SCREEN OH GOD... the little details like it moving from each arrow first before clicking enter STOPPP i assume this was all animated, WHICH FUCKS ME UP SO MUCH!! ITS WAS SO WELL DONE AND I LOVE IT... The curtain in the background like theyre in a dressing room for a play, the way that the skin collection is a caggeee...Gonna stare at it for awhile... MAYBE THE INSECT COLLECTION WAS THE FRIENDS WE MADE ALONG THE WAY-

This went on for MUCH longer than expected... But I really wanted to express how well you did.. you did SO great and-- again I don't think i need to tell you that X3c im glad this got so much attention! You did wonderful Attleboy and in general just have-- AMAZING art! This is in such stark contrast from your usual sketchy work! This was so well done, well lined, colored, ANIMATED, and over all just.. very quality stuff! Oh goodness! Thank you very much! You did great!

i thought too hard about insect motifs got a little silly and made... a lot lmao these versions of the characters are from @sm-baby's amazing digital carnival au!! full images and rambling about insect choices are gonna get stuck under the cut... it'll be a bit long and i will be putting photos of real bugs down there so be mindful

pomni: "butterfly"

inspirational species are black swallowtails mostly for the shape, and malay red harlequins mostly for the pattern

carnival pomni's actually the one that kickstarted this whole set... i drew her hat in a way that reminded me of butterflies, went "wait...", then i fully leaned into it :)

jax: "centipede"

there was no specific species for jax. without being able to use color, they were too similar to pick any out... i have included a giant centipede just for reference though since it was mainly larger centipedes i used for inspiration

anddd there's a little bonus sketch for how pre-sentience jax might've looked with a centipede outfit... he gets a bug scarf and some goggles!

ragatha: "ladybug"

inspirational species was the twice-stabbed ladybug chosen because the inverted color scheme looked the best out of all the ones i tried, and also because it's a metal name and we know ragatha's good with a knife... stabby stab... i did add more than two spots to the dress though, it just looks cooler lol

gangle: "spider"

inspiration was the spinybacked orb weaver which i was absolutely ecstatic to find because come on that is the perfect spider for gangle like look at it!! it looks like her mask, it's got red, it's got gold on the limbs, literally twinning

zooble: "mantis"

inspiration was the spiny flower mantis which, like with gangle, i feel is pretty much perfect for zooble... they come in many colors (including pink), have abstract patterns, and it gave me the excuse to cover zooble in spikes :D fun

and no kaufmo because i'm lazy and he's dead (sorry kaufmo fans but am i wrong), and the rest don't have bug names that i know of?

i still want to draw the carnival characters in their regular looks sometime, i just got really really inspired by the idea of secret skins and bug-themed outfits and went a liiittle haywire :P

anyways if you read all that you're a real one and you've got too much time on your hands... if you didn't, i understand, i get wordy, sorry :'D okay i think that's all byeee

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Exploring the World of Lyrics and Their Impact on Singers

Lyrics are the soul of a song, giving it meaning and depth. For singers, interpreting lyrics is both an art and a challenge—it requires emotional intelligence, vocal skills, and a deep connection to the song's story. Whether the lyrics express heartbreak, hope, or introspection, they offer a unique opportunity for singers to connect with their audience on a profound level.

In this article, we’ll dive into the world of song lyrics and their significance for singers. From meaningful tracks like Illusion and I’m So Tired to iconic hits like BTS’s Butterfly, we’ll explore how lyrics shape the music we love.

1. The Emotional Power of Lyrics

Great lyrics resonate with listeners because they tell relatable stories. For singers, these words are more than just a script—they’re an emotional journey that must be delivered with authenticity. Take the illusion lyrics, for instance. These lines captivate listeners with their poetic imagery, offering a mix of mystery and emotion that singers can interpret in various ways.

Similarly, the poignant lyrics of I’m So Tired by Lauv express universal feelings of exhaustion and longing. These relatable themes make the song a favorite among both singers and audiences. If you’re curious, you can explore the full lyrics here.

2. Lyrics That Challenge Vocalists

Some lyrics are especially challenging for singers because of their emotional depth or complex phrasing. BTS’s Butterfly Song is a prime example. The lyrics weave a delicate story of fragility and hope, requiring singers to convey vulnerability through their vocals.

Such songs push singers to grow both technically and emotionally, as they must navigate intricate vocal runs while staying true to the song’s message. For vocalists seeking to refine their craft, tackling challenging lyrics like these can be a rewarding experience.

3. Accessories That Enhance Lyric Interpretation

To truly master a song, singers often rely on tools and accessories that enhance their practice sessions. High-quality headphones, like pink headphones, are particularly useful.

These headphones allow singers to hear every nuance of the lyrics and melody, enabling them to fine-tune their delivery. With features like noise cancellation and excellent sound quality, they’re an essential gadget for any vocalist. Plus, their stylish design adds a touch of personality to a singer’s gear collection.

4. How Lyrics Inspire Songwriting

For singers who also write their own music, studying impactful lyrics can be a source of inspiration. Tracks like Illusion and I’m So Tired showcase the power of simplicity and relatability in songwriting. Singers can analyze these lyrics to understand how to create emotional connections through words.

Writing lyrics is an art that combines storytelling with melody. By exploring songs with meaningful lyrics, singers can sharpen their skills and develop their own unique voice as songwriters.

5. Gifts That Celebrate a Love for Lyrics

If you’re shopping for a singer, consider giving them a gift that honors their passion for lyrics. Thoughtful gifts for singers might include personalized lyric journals, books on songwriting, or even framed prints of their favorite lyrics.

These gifts are more than just items—they’re a celebration of the singer’s love for music and storytelling. Whether they’re performing on stage or writing songs in the comfort of their home, these presents will remind them of their artistry and inspire them to keep pursuing their passion.

Conclusion

Lyrics are the heartbeat of any song, offering singers a canvas for storytelling and emotional connection. From the poetic illusion lyrics to the introspective lines of I’m So Tired and the fragile beauty of the BTS Butterfly Song, each track provides unique opportunities for expression. With tools like pink headphones and thoughtful gifts for singers, vocalists can further enhance their relationship with lyrics and their craft.

What’s your favorite song lyric, and how has it impacted you? Share your thoughts in the comments below—we’d love to hear from you!

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NEON REVERIE : RED VELVET COUTURE • GRAND OPENING

Tonight marked a milestone for both velvet couture. and Neon Reverie, as the city's most anticipated event of the year unfolded before a crowd of eager and fashionable guests. The grand opening of Velvet Couture, a clothing brand that artfully blends Coquette Aesthetic elegance, had drawn an impressive crowd— an eclectic mix of influencers, models, artists, and vloggers. All eyes were on the stunning collections that were about to be unveiled, but one of the highlight of the evening was yet to come: Neon Reverie, the rising korean-japanese band with a growing fanbase, was set to take the stage and provide the soundtrack to an unforgettable night.

As the clock struck 7:00 PM, the event kicked off with an opening speech from Miss Paris, the charismatic founder of Velvet Couture. She thanked everyone for attending and expressed her excitement to finally showcase her vision to the world. Her words were met with applause, but the real buzz came when she introduced the next part of the evening—Neon Reverie’s performance.

Backstage, the members of Neon Reverie were buzzing with energy, each in their own world of preparation. Haruto, ever the performer, absentmindedly tapped a drumstick against his hand as he surveyed the room. His eyes danced over the sea of guests—some familiar faces, some new. The anticipation was almost palpable. His nerves were calmed by the rhythm of the drumstick in his hand. Meanwhile, Touma, always one to capture a moment, was busy snapping photos of Howl, his eyes lighting up with passion for photography even in the moments before they took the stage. Maki, the social butterfly, was deep in conversation with some of the guests, effortlessly weaving through the crowd with his signature charm. And Chace, ever the water-lover, stood near the pool, his gaze lingering on the sparkling water. He had always been a swimmer, but tonight, the idea of diving into a pool party after their performance filled him with an extra sense of excitement.

An hour later, the moment had arrived. The lights dimmed, and the crowd hushed as Velvet Couture’s opening event reached its peak. Neon Reverie’s name echoed through the speakers, and the boys walked confidently onto the stage. The audience erupted into applause, but it was the sound of their own hearts pounding in their chests that kept the band members grounded. Maki took the mic first, smiling warmly at the crowd.

"Thank you so much to Miss Paris for inviting us to perform here tonight," he began. "It’s truly an honor to be part of this incredible event."

The band was ready, and without missing a beat, they dove into their first song—Love Girl. The track, which had earned them the title of champions at the recent Battle of the Bands, sent an electric current through the crowd. The reaction was beyond what they had expected—the cheers and claps rising higher than the stage lights. It was a confirmation, a reminder of why they were there.

As the final chords of Love Girl reverberated into the night air, Haruto grabbed the mic, his ever-present charisma filling the space. "Alright, alright, let’s take a moment to hydrate," he said with a wink, his voice smooth and engaging. "But first, tell me—who here is wearing Velvet Couture tonight?"

The crowd, already entranced by the music, responded eagerly. Haruto continued, effortlessly guiding the conversation, offering suggestions to guests who might be unsure which pieces to choose from the collection. He even joked about how the right outfit could go from casual chic to formal elegance depending on the occasion.

Touma, sipping on his bottled water, flashed a mischievous grin as he took over the mic. "Yeah, I think Haruto’s right," he said, his voice laced with a cheeky tone. "But honestly, you can’t go wrong with any of these pieces. I mean, look at us!" He gestured to the band, still in their stylish yet relaxed performance outfits. The audience laughed, the mood light and playful.

Once the boys had hydrated and caught their breath, it was time for the next song. Touma gave Haruto a knowing look—a cue to start the beat. The opening notes of Cinderella filled the air, and the band poured their energy into the performance. With each passing note, the crowd’s energy surged. The cheers grew louder, the connection between the band and the guests growing stronger with every word sung. As the song neared its conclusion, the noise from the crowd was almost deafening, a roar of appreciation that washed over the boys like a wave.

Overwhelmed by the support, Haruto couldn’t help but beam with pride. "Thank you, thank you, everyone!" he shouted into the mic, his voice shaking with emotion. "We hope you enjoyed the songs we picked for you tonight. We’re so grateful to be here, and we can't wait to see what’s next!"

The band gathered together, their hearts still racing from the performance. They exchanged smiles and high-fives, sharing the joy of the moment. The crowd continued to cheer as they left the stage, but it wasn’t just about the music. It was the feeling that they had created something special, something unforgettable. The night had been a celebration of Velvet Couture’s bold vision and Neon Reverie’s rise to the top, and it was clear that this was only the beginning.

After the performance, the boys mingled with the guests, their faces still lit with excitement. Chace, who had been eyeing the pool all evening, finally took the opportunity to slip away, ready for the much-anticipated post-performance pool party. The rest of the band followed soon after, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they celebrated their success—and the new friendships they had forged in the process. Tonight, Velvet Couture had officially arrived and Neon Reverie had solidified their place as the band to watch.