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greyspirehollow · 11 months ago

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We lock eyes again [Request]

Pairing : Quaestor Valdemar x Reader

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : none

Summary : You do not remember how long it took you to finally find a suitable host for your soul, and go on a quest to find your long lost anchor to the mortal world ; the one who your thoughts inevitably converged towards, stubbornly holding you back from crossing the threshold of the afterlife.

It had been centuries. It had been too long. You'd lived many ages : through the eyes of the salmon, deer, and wolf. You would see it in your dreams ; the time you spent in limbo, waiting, patiently...Although, when you awoke, these dreams didn't make sense anymore ; only leaving behind a lingering sense of longing, a feeling that you had to find... What did you have to find? You couldn't put your finger on it...

You sighed, sitting up in your bed and stretching. Another one of those dreams... But you didn't have time to reflect upon them, today. Asra wanted to introduce you to the court of Vesuvia, as a sort of starting point to your journey as a magician's apprentice. You feel as if you've done this before. You got up, yawning, and rummaging through your wardrobe to find something decent to wear. Once you had your outfit all sorted, you decided to add a twinkle of jewelry, just to make it all a little less dull. You had heard about this kingdom's history : struck by a terrible plague that had decimated thousands, sacrifices, memory loss... It was all a bit confusing, so you had only paid attention to the plague bit. Asra eventually knocked on your door "Are you ready?" ; you quickly adjusted your attire before hurrying out of your room "yes! I... Do I look ok? is it not... a little too much?" the magician smiled, looking at you fondly "you look perfect. Now, let's go ; we shouldn't keep the Countess waiting." You followed, walking through the sunlit and busy streets of the kingdom, looking around with delight. You had not left the shop much when you had gotten here, and the lively markets, the colors, and the people actually did you some good (to your surprise).

Your eyes widened slightly as you and your master arrived at the Palace's gates ; you looked up at the shiny architecture with sparkles in your eyes. What snapped you out of it was the voice of the guards demanding you introduce yourselves. Luckily, the Countess had seemingly told them about you and Asra's arrival, as the guards let you pass after having heard the magician's name. You then advanced past the gates, still awestruck. You felt as if the sun was illuminating the Palace in a magical hue, and the more you approached, the faster your heart thumped in your chest. It wasn't just the Palace's glory : you had a feeling. Something that made you apprehensive yet eager to go inside. You felt as if you knew something, but at the same time it was missing ; you had to go in the Palace, but you couldn't figure out why ; it tugged at your heart, pumping adrenaline into your veins, as if strings were drawing you towards the place... However, you kept this to yourself, and quietly followed Asra as you both made your way towards the throne room. Now that you thought about it, you didn't see anyone guide you towards there, and you suspected Asra had come to the Palace before.

However, no one was sitting on the throne. You raised a curious eyebrow, but before you could utter a word, your master uttered a little "ooh" of realization, before saying : "She must be in the drawing room. I wouldn't be surprised if she wished to introduce you to the courtiers as well." You nodded. That made some sense ; even though you were slightly disappointed : you would've loved to meet the Countess in a more private setting. You followed Asra nonetheless. A few turns later, you both found yourselves in said drawing room. The Countess was elegantly sitting in a one-person sofa, while she conversed with five figures, which the diversity of... Struck you, to say the least. Despite your unease, you followed Asra inside, as the magician bowed to the woman whose purple hair draped over her shoulders with shocking delicacy. "Countess Nadia" ; you bowed as well. She smiled "Ah, Asra. And you are..?" she asked, looking at you with a soft yet undeniably authoritative gaze. You managed to stutter out your name, giving her a short bow of the head. "I am glad you two were able to join us for tea. Please, be my guests ; make yourselves comfortable. I will have a cup made for you this instant. Portia?" She called out to a servant, whispering to her something before the young lady hurried out the drawing room, to presumably go fetch the tea.

It is then that Countess Nadia gestured to the other people in the drawing room. So they were the courtiers, you thought, as she went over each of them, your gaze following accordingly. Procurator Volta. Consul Valerius. Praetor Vlastomil. Pontifex Vulgora. Quaestor-

You let out a soft gasp ; no one heard you. Your eyes widened as they locked with their red own. Suddenly, everything made sense. This is why you were here. This is who you had been seeking. The dreams connected themselves, perfectly falling into place at this exact moment. You remembered it all now, the limbo, your adventures from body to body, your struggle and ghostly tears, the longing, the waiting, all that for this person right there, sitting on this sofa amongst the others...

Valdemar.

They looked surprised as well, their eyes never leaving your own, as they seemed to be deep in thought. The conversation around you faded, your whole attention focused onto them. The memory flooded back in your mind, nearly playing out in front of you...

The little cottage. The lingering scent of herbs and wood in the air. The shelves with dried plants, stuffed birds and other animals, skulls they had found on their trips to the forest... And Valdemar themselves. They excitedly opened their journal on the desk, signing you to sit next to them enthusiastically. "Here ! -they said- I've found something ! I think you're going to like it..." You smiled and chuckled. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you managed to capture a frog" They snorted at your reply "I'm past that. No, look... I've managed to make an antidote with snake venom ! I just diluted it, added some... ah, I forgot the plant's name- it's all in my notes, look" they were smiling widely as you approached, standing mere millimeters away from them, your hand brushing against theirs as you flipped through their research journal. It smelled peculiar, it always did : a mix of something like oak and leather, with a hint of vegetation. "It's impressive..." you nodded as your eyes squinted slightly, having a hard time reading certain words because of their highly cursive and optimized handwriting. Valdemar looked at you expectantly. "It is brilliant" you finally said, looking back at them. Your heart skipped a bit at that precious smile of theirs, which pushed their freckles-adorned cheeks. Oh, how you'd kill to pamper those in kisses... "why, I'm quite proud of myself" they said, looking back at the pages. However, their grin faltered slightly "...but what if... what if all this disappears? what then?" your heart ached slightly. You knew how important their researches and breakthroughs were to them. You didn't resist this time : you wrapped their arms around them "do not fret. Your knowledge will not be lost." you spoke softly, hoping to soothe their worries, even temporarily. "...You're right... It and I will live on forever..." They say after a few beats of silence, embracing you back. You smiled, content to see them somewhat reassured.

With that, the memory faded. Your throat tightened and you had to excuse yourself. Your eyes hadn't left Valdemar's for all this time. You made your way to the bathroom, closing the door, but not locking it. You took in a quivering breath, the tears coming to your eyes despite your best attempts at holding them back. Tears of joy...

After a while, someone softly knocked on the door, but before you could get a chance to answer, the door opened, revealing the Quaestor. They stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind them without a sound, and pulling down their mask. As they set eyes on you, their expression softened somewhat. You sniffled, quickly wiping your tears away. You were about to say something, but suddenly stopped yourself. No. You didn't need to talk.

You looked at them... They had changed... You were unfamiliar with this lab-coat, those supposed horns wrapped in bandages, and this sickly green skin... But you'd recognize that thin nose and those thin lips, those freckles and those wide, curious eyes, even if they had turned red, anywhere. You had to bite back both your tears and a smile, as you felt them examine you. They took a step or two towards you and carefully lifted your hands into their own, as if to take a closer look at them. They were... Confused. And a foreign feeling tugged at their heart. They didn't know what it was. They just knew it was... Human. Which only confused them further. Scared them, even, although they wouldn't admit it.

Your eyes.

Your soft hands ; their thumb brushed onto the back of them.

Why do you feel so familiar?

This specific accent they heard when you greeted the Countess earlier.

Your warmth.

It's all so familiar...

Who are you?

Why can't they remember?

They remember someone, they can't say who. They remember them like an essence. A feeling. Nothing concrete. They don't remember their face or their voice but they know how they felt around them. They know they talked to them, even if they don't remember the words they said. It's all blurry. It feels like a dream...

Had it been too long? Did their deals make them forget? Why did you trigger their pseudo-memories of that someone?

They don't remember...

Their brows furrowed as despite their best attempts, the answer just wouldn't come back to them. Their grip on your hands tightened slightly.

But you do. You remember now. You can't help a soft smile from tugging at your lips as you look at them fondly. They haven't changed one bit... Factually, they did. But to you ? They were still the same. Deep down, they were still your sweet alchemist. You had missed their voice... You had changed as well, beyond recognition. You were aware of that. Those tedious years you spent in limbo had carried you into body after body, having to live as a wild animal once or twice as to not disappear... You wouldn't tell. Even if your soul was the same. They would either recognize you, or they wouldn't, and you were perfectly fine with both. Your alchemist... They were there, in the flesh. You had to hold back your tears of joy, yet again.

Valdemar sighed, briefly closing their eyes. "...I do not know who you are -they started-, nor do I know where you come from" your heart tickled in your ribs. They locked eyes with you again. "... But I feel as if I am happy to see you again". You nearly lost it, briefly closing your eyes and tilting your head down as to not burst in tears "strange, -you started- I feel the same about you" you chuckled. "Maybe... Forces we don't know of are into play?" you looked back up at them. They didn't seem to like that idea too much "I hope not... I would rather know who is playing with me like that" their tone held nothing negative. You couldn't help but chuckle again "w-well..." you cleared your throat, trying to keep your voice from shaking too much "Whether it is planned or... conducted by something in some way... I don't think this is too bad, eh?" you tentatively asked. They seemed to turn the thought into their head, their red eyes briefly flickering to your hands.

"...I suppose not."

You nodded, fighting for your life tears to not roll down your cheeks. You knew it made you look somewhat suspicious, but if they'd noticed, they didn't comment on it.

"...Say, -they spoke once more- what do you think after... the end of your meeting with the Countess, we spend some time in the library? I feel as if... We have... uhm... Something to catch up on." oh Gods, they absolutely hated when things were blurry and inexplicable. You nodded, practically beaming "I-I would love to." you said, once more looking at your hands in their own.

You both exited the bathroom, hand in hand. You softly let go once you had come back around the drawing room, and Valdemar did the same. However, they sat down next to you. While you joined the conversation between Nadia and Asra, their eyes never left your hand resting on the sofa, withing reach, and once more endless questions tossed and turned in their head... But it looks like the mystery of you was going to stay unsolved...

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galacticwildfire · 3 months ago

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I love writing oc’s who love fashion. Even if they wouldn’t consider themselves as loving fashion, they still weaponise it.

Maybe I hate Charles Soule for what he did to Padmé’s wardrobe, and want to cry every time I read Leia’s throwaway line of “I’d love for my granddaughter to wear these if I ever have one,” but I am exploiting the hell out of my solo oc having full access to both Padmé and Leia’s wardrobes. She might not go full peacock but she knows how to dress for an occasion.

And I do have a chapter planned where her and Poe go to Naboo, alone, so she dresses appropriately and poor Poe is just utterly confused on why she’s wearing a gown with pearl sleeves and all to go to sleep and she has to explain that her grandmother really just was that b-

Anyways, Padmé Amidala’s legacy of an outfit change every scene will live on.

And yes Poe will take time to admire every single one (although his favourites are the blue ones because they match her eyes)

#fic: fire meet gasoline #oc: hope solo

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oflotusandembers · 4 months ago

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PRIYA DIVYA MALHOTRA

faceclaim: sobhita dhulipala date of birth & age: may 6th, 37 years old zodiac sign: taurus gender & pronouns: cisfemale, she/her occupation: travel blogger + photographer neighborhood: woodside heights length of residency: 2 months

From Golden Couple to Globe-Trotter: Priya’s Journey

priya and alex walsh (@invsblstrngs) were the golden couple of their high school, their love story a fairytale to everyone around them. priya was the cheerleader with a rebellious streak, while alex was the baseball star with dreams of becoming a doctor. they followed each other to college in austin, where she majored in journalism. when alex proposed on the night of their graduation, priya said yes, swept up in the romance of it all.

as alex began medical school in new york, priya struggled with the demands of their relationship. she felt stifled by the routine and increasingly invisible in alex’s life as his career took precedence. a year later, she ended the engagement, leaving alex heartbroken and channeling her energy into creating a life of exploration and independence.

currently: over the years, priya’s work has taken her around the globe, but she’s never stopped wondering what might have been with alex. a travel project brought her to woodside, michigan, and running into alex may force her to confront feelings she thought she’d buried.

Exploring the World, One Lens at a Time: Priya’s Passions

cooking: though she rarely stays in one place long enough to cook regularly, priya enjoys recreating dishes she’s tried on her travels.

hiking: priya loves immersing herself in nature and seeks out trails wherever she travels.

music: her playlist includes soulful artists like norah jones, fleetwood mac, and indian classical music. she also loves indie folk bands like the paper kites.

photography: priya’s passion lies in capturing the world through her lens, from bustling markets in morocco to serene landscapes in iceland.

writing: her travel blog is filled with reflective essays about the places she’s visited and the people she’s met.

The Rebel Heart: Understanding Priya’s Complex Nature

priya is a magnetic presence — adventurous, deeply curious, and unapologetically herself. she’s the type of person who can strike up a conversation with anyone and leave a lasting impression. priya is empathetic and insightful, often seeing beyond the surface to understand people’s deeper emotions. however, her fear of being confined or controlled has led her to run from anything that feels too permanent, including her relationship with alex. despite her independence, priya has a romantic side she keeps guarded, afraid of being hurt again.

positive traits:

adventurous: Her bold, curious spirit drives her to explore new places and take risks, which often leads her to unique and transformative experiences.

empathetic: priya has a natural ability to connect with others and understand their emotions, making her a trusted confidant and a compassionate friend.

insightful: priya’s ability to read between the lines and pick up on unspoken emotions makes her an excellent storyteller and photographer, capturing the essence of people and places.

negative traits:

guarded: while priya is great at connecting with others, she struggles to open up about her own vulnerabilities, keeping people at arm’s length emotionally.

impulsive: her spontaneous nature sometimes leads to poorly thought-out decisions, especially when it comes to her personal life.

noncommittal: priya has a tendency to run from relationships or situations that feel too confining, leaving others hurt or confused.

Effortless Wanderlust: Priya's Style

vibe:

a chic, bohemian aesthetic with a polished edge.

effortlessly stylish, as though she didn’t overthink her outfit but still manages to look put together.

pieces with character — textured fabrics, subtle embroidery, and handcrafted details.

key pieces in her wardrobe:

denim - high-waisted, vintage-style jeans or wide-leg trousers that she dresses up or down. she often pairs these with a tucked-in blouse or a cropped sweater.

global touches - she integrates unique pieces from her travels, like block-printed scarves from india, a suede jacket from morocco, or woven bags from south america.

maxi dresses & wrap skirts - flowy fabrics in earthy tones, jewel colors, or soft florals. she pairs these with ankle boots or flat sandals for a relaxed look. think breezy linen dresses or silk maxi skirts she picked up at a market in jaipur.

statement accessories - chunky silver jewelry, gold hoops, or delicate layered necklaces — she picks these up from bazaars or artisan markets. she’s never without her leather crossbody camera bag, and her scarves double as headwraps or shawls in cooler weather.

tailored outerwear - lightweight trench coats, structured blazers, or belted cardigans. she loves layering these over casual pieces to elevate her look. her go-to: a camel or olive trench coat that she wears on repeat.

hair + makeup:

priya’s dark hair is often left loose or tied back in a casual, low bun. she might accessorize with a silk scarf or a thin braid tucked into her style.

her look is minimalist and natural — a soft, dewy base, lightly kohl-rimmed eyes, and a hint of nude or berry-toned lipstick. on special occasions, she might go for a bold red lip.

Roots That Run Deep: Priya's Family Dynamic

priya malhotra grew up in a large, tight-knit indian-american family, the middle child of three siblings. while her family’s values and cultural traditions provided her with a strong foundation, priya’s decision to follow a non-traditional career path has created some tension over the years.

priya loves her family but often feels like the odd one out, especially during events where the focus is on achievements, marriages, and children. her family tries to involve her in their world, but priya’s more unconventional choices often make her feel like an outsider.

priya values her indian heritage, incorporating traditions into her life, especially during festivals like diwali and holi. however, she sometimes clashes with her parents’ more conservative views on marriage, career, and gender roles.

family members:

dr. suresh malhotra (father): a reserved but loving physician who values hard work and discipline. while proud of priya's adventurous spirit, he struggles to understand why she didn’t pursue a more stable, prestigious career like medicine or law.

dr. neha malhotra (mother): a warm but firm pediatrician who encouraged priya’s academic achievements but quietly disapproved of her decision to break off her engagement and prioritize her career over settling down. despite this, she is protective of priya and often defends her choices when tensions arise within the family.

arjun malhotra (older brother, 40): a lawyer and the family’s golden child. arjun followed the path their parents hoped for, and while he deeply loves priya, he often questions her lack of "practicality." they have a slightly competitive relationship but share a mutual respect when it matters most.

aditi malhotra (younger sister, 33): a marketing executive who idolized priya growing up. aditi is more traditional in her lifestyle but shares priya’s love for travel, though she prefers luxury vacations. the sisters have a close bond, often acting as each other’s confidantes.

#woodsideintro #about priya

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idontmindifuforgetme · 2 years ago

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Did you watch The Idol finale yet?

I wanna know your take on this dumpster fire!

It was awful, thank u for asking <33 the beginning didn’t make any sense (when did Tedros devolve from suave cult leader to street rat who doesn’t shower), Jocelyn’s arc didn’t make any sense (why is she abruptly a boss bitch who needs no man), Troye Sivan contributed nothing to the story, and oh my god do not get me started on Rachel Sennott and how her character did literally nothinggg. The only thing we got from this is music and fits. I think the wardrobe for Lily’s character was cool despite the on the nose sexualization (I loved her white dress look in the finale). I also think the wardrobe for the Levinson version is better than that for the Amy version (they leaked a while ago & I found the outfits mediocre).

My fav track ever that I rewinded for the longest time is A Lesser Man. It’s just mwah. I also rly loved One of the Girls, Fill the Void, and I’m a Freak (in that order). The Mike Dean synths paired w The Weeknd’s soulful Trilogy vibes were soo much fun to listen to. I also loved the theme score. I think it’s called The Lure on Spotify or something.

The whole plot twist about Jocelyn being this conniving mastermind left such a bad taste in my mouth. Like imagine the optics of making an abuse victim seem as though she’s the perpetrator / asked for the abuse, while letting the actual abuser / literal pimp off the hook (the angelic score playing in the background to Tedros’s reintroduction was so confusing, like I guess we’re just gonna forgive he’s a pimp???). It just goes to show where Levinson’s and The Weeknd’s headspaces were making this. Nothing at the end felt organic or deserved. It just felt forced and flat.

The finale wasn’t even fun bad. It was just boring bad & such a drag. This will not be winning an Emmy anytime soon (to no one’s surprise lmao)

#i do not think this will impact Abel’s career but like #it should. this was next level embarrassing #the idol

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mrd0ll · 2 years ago

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> Husogi, things to know about her

> Husogi is a creature half-angel (fur) and half-demon (horns), from to Danjon and Aina [Parents(?)]. The same goes for Opposite.

> Husogi has severe memory loss and has no memory of her childhood or hee family (except for Opposite).

> Husogi is like an unfinished Oc, she has a personality, powers (Healing-Defense), likes and dislikes, but there are things missing that must be found, like for example, she has no universe for her and No she is not connected to the Opposite's universe. She's already tried it and it didn't work out.

> She has many scars all over her body that she hides so as not to make others feel uncomfortable.

> She likes to comfort, cuddle and give kisses (friendly) to help others get back on their feet.

> She may be a lovely person, kind and gentle, but her "Demon" side [Manipulation, mostly] is always present.

> She has a very small and fragile soul, but she manages to survive death because she's surrounded by good companions :)

> She will protect her loved ones at all costs, or those who have protected/helped her. She is sometimes manipulated but she knows it very well, but she lets herself be seen where people can go to lie to her.

> Husogi lives not in a dimension, but in an abandoned part of a universe with a house and a warm, dense forest.

> She doesn't think of Aïna and Danjon as her parents (because of memory loss and a feeling that everything was wrong in terms of affection for her). She thinks Opposite is lying to her *again*.

> One of Husogi's favorite things, she likes to cross universes/multiverse. She doesn't know exactly how, but she has the ability to create portals and visit new places. And she's seen almost everything about some univers, but always wants to see more and meet new people.

> She always brings back souvenirs from her visits to the multiverse/universe. Or even gifts from friends that she treasures in terms of decorations.

> She's a rabbit, but not a big fan of carrots or salad. She prefers chocolate, fruit (like apples, bananas, or peaches), and also little cakes.

> She has so many *friends* that she writes down all the names in a notebook so as not to confuse or forget.

> Her saving point/star necklace is a precious object that she loves dearly. This necklace can show memories or happy moments she's had in her life, reminding her how much she's loved and shouldn't give up easily. She loves her friends and loved ones very much, and doesn't want to disappoint them.

> She has no goals than meeting new people, spending time with her friends and helping them.

> She likes to make outfits for herself, that she now has a huge wardrobe for that

> She LOVES guns.

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[Here her reference <3]

[If you want more about Husogi, my ask are always open ^^]

#art #drawing #oc #husogi #FactsOc #Fun fact about Ocs #<3 #have a lovely day <3 #opposite #REFERENCE OC_HUSOGI/ARTDOODLES

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doved-icelebrity · 1 year ago

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What Not To Wear

Sustainable Fashion, Second-hand Shopping, and Social Media’s Sway

As an internet user and a Gen Z resident (on the cusp, at least), I find myself affected by fast-fashion everywhere I turn. I am often overwhelmed by the onslaught of passing trends and the virtual urging to participate in the current wave of whatever is fashionable. I am grateful to have been taught to seek treasure in the realm of second-hand shopping from an early age. Born out of necessity and becoming something of a passion, the world of “thrifting” is a vast one that contains a few key lessons on sustainable approaches to fashion. Though there have been periods of my life when being on-trend seemed vital to my survival, I came to learn about the concept of a capsule wardrobe and have not longed to look back. The idea of investing (whether in time or money or a combination of the two) in pieces that speak to your soul and fit your life perfectly can save endless time and frustration (not to mention the clothing-waste prevention) is a brilliant thing to adapt to. I see this idea coming into the public consciousness via social media more and more as time goes on and it is fantastic to witness. What one deems essential will differ person to person, and will allow the individual to truly consider their style and the structure of their life in a way that fast-fashion prevents.

When I have a special occasion coming up or I want a change of pace, I like to have clothing swaps with my friends. That old tee shirt / pair of trousers / dress from the back of your closet that you haven’t worn in a bit can be given a brand new life in the hands of a pal. And it’s free! When I need something more specific, I head to local second-hand shops with a vision in mind. Shopping aimlessly leads to buying aimlessly, which of course leads to clothing waste. The avoidance of these things is my goal. I consider myself a crafty individual. When I have a garment that is met with rips or tears, I am not afraid to attempt to “upcycle” it with amateur alterations, personalized patches, and a bit of luck. There is an undeniable beauty in being truly committed to the pieces you know and love, the articles of clothing that have gone on journeys without you throughout your life, have hugged all of your favorite people and seen your favorite places. I have had coats and jeans in my life for nearly a decade, and they existed on this earth long before they came into my possession. Though some of my garments occasionally go into periods of retirement, the thrill of moving them back into my outfit rotation when the time is right is my favorite sort of shopping spree.

Taken in my favorite local second-hand clothing store “Other People’s Clothes” in Ridgewood, Queens :

Photos taken of my favorite second-hand and vintage store (now closed, heartbreakingly) The Eclectic Contessa, where I shopped for the entirety of my adolescence in my hometown in Pennsylvania :

In terms of eco-friendly material viability, I feel that it is the same as any other kind of societal shift in the forward direction. Everything seems impossible until we do it. With enough inspiration, experimentation, funding, and demand- anything can be done. I think of the current universality of reusable grocery bags. Alternative material straws. It takes trial and error (paper straws weren’t as beloved as other materials for example) but making the toxic materials less accessible (and less popular) causes massive shifts in society, where the past can be nearly completely phased out.

Many fashion brands (including those considered fast fashion) do indeed engage in the practice of greenwashing. This process of exaggeration and false advertising around the environmental cost of one’s practice / process results in confusion, disappointment, and distrust within consumer bases. This well-earned skepticism can cause consumers to be more conscious about the brands they suppose. This push to engage in more research when shopping results in a more thought out purchase, and a slower want-buy-discard cycle. Internet-popular societal shifts (particularly among Milennials and Gen Z) towards sustainable fashion has caused a number of luxury brands to make genuine efforts toward environmental responsibility.

A photo I took on the set of a photo shoot a few years ago for a friend’s upcycled fashion brand “For Good Luck” , hand-dyed second-hand and vintage wedding dresses and various formal wear are given new life :

A brand that I see widely popularized on social media, and I myself am a fan of, is SAYE. They are a (primarily) sneaker brand crafting shoes from bio-based and recycled materials. Their website boasts a manifesto with a purpose to promote “a conscious lifestyle by offering high quality vegan sneakers that are kind to the planet and its people” and promises of impact compensation and total transparency. SAYE is partnered with BCome, a platform for global sustainability management, and shares their Eco-score insights clearly and directly on their website for all shoppers to see. The eco-friendly footwear materials consist of corn leather, bamboo yarn, organic cotton, apple leather, cactus leather, mango leather, recycled & synthetic rubber, recycled PET yarn extracted from water bottles, recycled polyurethane from mattress factory excess, and Seaqual yarn in collaboration with international fishing communities. SAYE also strives for responsible packaging and ethical manufacturing practices, making it a company with values throughout the entire process from design to doorstep. As a full cherry sundae on top, SAYE also funds the growth of two trees for each pair of sneakers sold and collaborates with a number of social projects. This example of a brand that is both popular, stylish, and genuinely doing good for the world is exactly the sort of product that deserves all of the praise it receives. I came to know this brand from social media posts and admired the look of the shoe before I even was made aware of the beautiful benefits behind it… this is to say that eco-friendliness and style can coexist peacefully.

This week’s post contained a number of stats that truly struck me. It is devastating to come to terms with the hard facts around waste creation in this world, but we must face reality in order to grapple with it and make changes. The staggering concept of 25 million pounds of clothing ending up in landfills/incinerators each year is enough to make anyone look at their closet a bit differently. I was also struck by clothing waste being the fastest growing category of waste in the UK. In an age where everything seems more and more replaceable I suppose the idea of discarding thoughtlessly follows behind closely. The idea of 300 million pairs of shoes being discarded yearly is incomprehensible… I don’t mean to sound ancient but this makes me feel that not enough people know about the wonders a cobbler can craft upon a beaten up pair of shoes.

Of course, not everyone can commit to keeping their wardrobe forever, whether it be due to changing life circumstances or style preferences. While I still feel that more of an effort should be made in being sustainable within your very own home, I am grateful that clothing producers are making strides to mitigate environmental impact. This is when the concept of fashion rentals and sustainable/recyclable materials is gorgeously good news. I found myself positively stunned by the wide variety of alternative materials on the market, and I imagine more are being created as time goes on. We are always making progress, however slowly, but it is important to remember that real progress is being made. A combined effort consisting of prior research, wardrobe / product sustainability, and brand impact transparency can make the weight our earth is carrying a little lighter.

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crmincls · 1 year ago

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⸻ davika hoorne, 31, cis woman, she/her ; ] welcome to the bastion, SIRI LEFEVRE. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are THIRTY ONE and have been around london for TWO WEEKS, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be OBSERVANT and MANIPULATIVE, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as an ADJUDICATOR will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your MIDNIGHT SKINNY DIPPING FROM ROOFTOP POOLS / A WARDROBE IN SHADES OF BLACK + BLACK ALONE / ARRIVING IN STYLE AND NOTHING LESS in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / miranda priestly (devil wears prada), olivia pope (scandal), rebecca lowe (white collar). [ ⸻ honey ;

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full name . siri lefevre

nickname(s) . siri

age . 31

sexuality . pansexual

place of birth . bangkok, thailand

occupation . adjudicator

height . 5'8"

tattoos . none

piercings . ears four times

pinterest . here

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

( tw: )

lingerie is an outfit, at least, that's what siri will tell you. she's the queen of wearing a sexy bodysuit beneath a smart set of paints and a jacket. she's very much you can look but don't even try to touch.

she grew up with her mother and the woman she'd call an aunt, but who was really just her mother's best friend. a woman who would become her lifeline into a world she might not have met otherwise. that woman was the manager of the bastion branch in bangkok, and she would raise siri into the perfect little spy. who would suspect the quiet waitress? not a soul. she learned every secret and every pressure point and passed it along. soon enough, siri would happily become the one who dished out punishments for broke rules, a perfect little weapon in a beautiful package.

and that's how the table found her, the perfect recruit for an adjudicator. siri enjoys digging through everything to find the truth, playing words games to confuse anyone she speaks to, and reveling in the power she possesses with the coin in her pocket.

she's a fucking tease and a flirt, she loves control and enjoys toying with people. she'll lead someone on forever only to drop them like a hot cake.

well known for spending a week at a spa, she'll relax and let herself be pampered between jobs until she's satisfied.

only rents fancy sports cars in black anywhere she goes. she'd buy them outright if she stayed somewhere long enough for it to matter, but siri has been moving from place to place since she took her job. moving to london has been an interesting choice, she's eager to see what the city will give her this time.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on main :

new fling : more of a will they won’t they. siri is super picky, and she very much likes to play with her food. this will end up as a dalliance sort of thing, no strings attached.

flirtationship : these won’t turn out, siri will just flirt and lead them along. chances for maybe moving otherwise depending on the vibes, but also 100% happy to have this just be a flirty banter sort of thing.

new interests : why she likes them, nobody knows. but siri has taken a liking to these people and they could even become friends of the icy woman.

prior 'associates' : people she’s crossed paths with while working, either they get along or they absolutely do not but it is definitely a story to tell when you’ve seen siri at work.

〈 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐄 / 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 〉,〈 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉

〈 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐄 / 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 〉,〈 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉

〈 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐄 / 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 〉,〈 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉

〈 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐄 / 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 〉,〈 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉

#〈 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐄 / 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 〉#〈 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉#〈 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉#〈 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉#〈 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉#talesfmintro

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zenruption · 2 years ago

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Fashion for the Soul: Enhancing Your Mental Well-being Through a Thoughtful Wardrobe

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Fashion is more than just choosing the right outfit for an event—for instance, a golf tournament. And it's simply not about looking good, either. The clothing, accessories, hairstyles, and makeup used to style yourself are instruments to present yourself in the way that you want. Fashion allows people to express themselves without the need for words.

Beyond all the aesthetics surrounding fashion, many people tend to overlook its impact on our mental health and overall well-being. It helps us connect to ourselves even better and discover some things we may not know before, which all leads to personal growth. Let's take a close look at how fashion impacts our mental well-being.

How Fashion Affects Your Mental Well-Being

Mental well-being refers to a state of positive psychological, emotional, and social health. It also involves having the skills to socialize, effectively manage stress, and make tough decisions in life circumstances. And while often confused with mental health, mental well-being focuses on the positive side of things. It's concerned with how people can get better and live a meaningful life.

Let's see how fashion affects the three elements that comprise mental well-being.

Psychological

Have you ever wondered why wearing your cap and gown feels fulfilling after all the years of learning and struggles in school? That's how clothes and fashion affect your psychological state.

A Northwestern study in 2012 actually proved this claim when they ran a series of tests on their subjects and found that their performance improved when they wore a lab coat. The theory was that clothes could hold a symbolic meaning—in that case, the lab coat was associated with success. Hence, the subjects became more competent when they wore it.

Another proof that the clothes we wear impacts our mental state is this survey. 96% of its respondents say what they wear affects their mood. And that's essentially true because we feel great every time we wear something we like and get anxious when wearing comfortable clothes.

Emotional

Fashion can affect emotional health positively or negatively. On the positive side, expressing yourself through clothes gives a sense of empowerment. When you wear something that suits you, you become confident to walk into a room with all eyes on you. It boosts your self-esteem, making you love yourself even more.

Meanwhile, fashion may also have a negative impact—it can be a source of pressure and comparison. Capitalism in the fashion industry creates unrealistic beauty standards to build people's insecurities and prey on them. Unfortunately—it's effective. It pressures us to buy their products, hoping that we get to look as flawless as their models. We tend to follow the trend, hoping to fit in. And if we're not able to keep up, we lose confidence and self-esteem.

Social

People in this generation tend to care more about other people's validation than themselves. Hence, they try to put on a socially acceptable image to build relationships, especially in a place where people care about their social status, for instance, in school. People who dress differently are seen as weird or outcasts. This makes it difficult for them to make friends and even participate in school activities.

Tips to Make a Thoughtful Wardrobe

There are ways to build a wardrobe that will not just make you feel good but will also improve your mental well-being. Belo are a few:

Invest in High-Quality Clothing

Fashion costs money—therefore, it's an investment. You have to look for clothes that will not only make you beautiful but will also last for a very long time. Invest in high-quality garments, timeless jewelry pieces, and other accessories that will make you feel better about yourself.

Learn the Basics in Building an Outfit

If you find it hard to match clothes, look for inspiration online. Learn how to mix and match different dress colors and styles. That way, you can easily create a beautiful outfit that represents you.

Experiment

It’s also a great idea to go above the standard. Once you learn about various colors and styles that complement, experiment! Try different outfit combinations—be creative and don't limit yourself to styling. You can break the norm if you want to.

Dress According to the Occasion

While it's crucial to be creative in your outfit, you must also consider dressing according to the occasion. Certain places have dress policies that you have to follow—schools and churches, for instance.

Dress to Impress (Yourself)

Others' opinions will only matter if you let them. Always keep in mind that what's most important in fashion is you, feeling good about yourself. Instead of focusing on how people will see you through your styling, focus on your standard, which should always be striving to be your best version. Learn how to take care of yourself and wear something you’re comfortable with and makes you feel good.

The Bottom Line

Fashion goes beyond what you see on the outside. It is deeply tied to a person’s innermost feelings and emotional well-being. Allowing fashion to be a reflection of your feelings can help you enjoy every moment of your life.

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sere-rine · 2 years ago

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~Dumb~

SGE <Movie Edition> fanfiction. Lady Lesso x Fem reader.

A/N: Guys I just wanna say… HOW HOT LADY LESSO WOULD BE ON THAT PICTURE OF OUTFIT I CHOSE???? Oh god, PLS RAIL ME RIGHT NOOOWWW

Warning: Nothing. (At least for me, tell me if this trigger you guys!)

“Please, explain yourself.” The Lady of evil whose on her robe, said while looking down on you. Her hands are gripping the cane tightly and her one foot is constantly tapping the floor. Her eyes are pinned on your guilty state and it feels like anytime she is going to take your soul out of your body. You are fiddling with your fingers, your head is bowed down and your gaze is concentrated to the floor.

“I’m so sorry Lady Lesso, I was just trying this new potion and I didn't expect that result."

It's just 6:37 am in the morning and you are trying the potion you made earlier wherein, when you pour it into the fabric it'll change its color. You tried that on your girlfriend's closet and yet what happened? Lady Lesso's clothes exploded and now she doesn't have any clothes to wear. She can use her magic to make it easier but she chose to let you worry and think of a way to give her new clothes.

"Look at what you've done! You have to buy me clothes later. For the mean time, we both have classes to attend so lent me some." She said in her stern voice. You nodded and you stand up on your feet.

"Yes, let me get some on my room, wait for me here." You get your flask and its lid. You faced her and her lips is upturned so your face is coated with confusion.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked her and her smirk turns into a mischievous smile. She looked at her self on the mirror and brushed her hair.

"Well, let me accompany you, can't have my princess roaming on the School of Evil hall can I?" You're brows meet at her statement. She can't be serious.

"Seriously? You can't. Just wait for me here." You said and fixed yourself. But she isn't finished with her delirious suggestion.

"Well, it's not safe for you!" You have had enough at her teasing so you can't help but raise your voice a bit.

"NO! Leo, look at you. Yes, you're stunning but you can't just walk on your school wearing just a robe!" You don't want anyone seeing her with that state. It's a beauty that is only reserved for your eyes.

"So feisty, I'm just teasing you babe. Go and get me clothes." She said after sitting in-front of her vanity. You nodded then make your way to your original dorm room at the other school. You opened her window, transformed into a white dove and flew.

You landed on your balcony and find the door locked. After knocking you thank the good heavens that your friend is there or else you have to go around, and that is a long way.

"It's so early Y/n, where were you?" You chuckled at her sleepy state and locked the door.

After changing rooms because of the merge of the two schools, your rooms are still a mess before you left but now? It's so cozy, elegant and neat. Two beds for you and your bestfriend. And since Rose read a lot of books like her mother Belle, your bedroom seems like a small private library with a room.

"I'm sorry if our room is filled with books but atleast the colors fits you. Color Black and White for your Majesty Y/n Addams." She said while her hand is on her nape and then bowed. I giggled again at her apologetic look.

"That's just fine Rose. Infact I love what you did to our room. " After admiring your dorm, you went straight to your wardrobe to find clothes that will fit Lady Lesso.

You mean, everything will fit Lady Lesso even a garbage bag but what you want is something that will fit her and she will like.

You give it your best and finally you settle on something. (I spent a long time scrolling through Pinterest for this picture, but if you don't like it... Then suck it! Idc, I imagine her on this and in my imagination she looks hot with this outfit.)

After deciding her outfit, you picked yours and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.

(Your outfit. If you don't like it... Then you can... Think of something else. I mean it's your outfit so I won't argue you with that! Were cool. 😎 )

After everything you go straight to your balcony to get ready and fly back to your mischievous girlfriend. Rose looks at you confused.

"Where are you going? Classes are starting in 10 minutes." You winced at her. She didn't know anything about your relationship with Lady Lesso. No one knows except for Dovey, who found it out by accident.

"Somewhere, I promise... I won't be late. Bye Rose, see you later!" You quickly said and flew immediately to avoid the questions that you know she'll ask.

...

"What took you so long?" Your girlfriend grumpily asked after turning into your human form. You rolled your eyes and just shoved her the outfit and pushed her into the bathroom.

"Hurry up and put that on. I'm sorry I can't wait you anymore cara mia. I need to get going, I just stile this flask from the lab and I can't let them find out that someone snucked in yesterday." You hear her laugh after confessing to her one of the things you did that is extremely punishable by the school law.

"Go on dove. I'll see you later." She said and you went straight to your first subject.

...

After an hour, you're on your way to your second subject when you heard someone speaks to the speaker on your halls.

"Good morning Evers! Quickly announcement... All students, Evers and Nevers shall head straight to the main hall immediately. Again, all students, Ever and Nevers shall head straight to the main hall immediately." That is professor Dovey for sure. You don't know what's happening but you just went along with the other students. You jerked when someone snaked their arms to yours but quickly relaxes when you saw the face of Rose.

"You startled me." You said and she just apologizes. "Do you know what's happening?" You asked her.

"Don't ask me. I just heard the announcement and I saw you." You sigh and continues your way.

...

Everyone is on the main hall. Evers, Nevers, Ever's teachers and Never's teachers. You scan the whole room trying to find Lady Lesso but the fact that Professor Dovey is nowhere to be found yet, you assume that she is not here.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the two deans make their appearance and oh my goodness heaven, all eyes are on Lady Lesso.

Her new hair and outfit other than her normal clothes are so eye catching. You can't deny her beauty. Your jaw literally dropped and blush is creeping up into your face. You’ve never been so red in your entire life. “Lady Lesso is so gorgeous.” You though it’s you who said it out loud and that removed you from your trance. Turns out it’s your best friend. You looked at her weirded out with a hint of jealousy.

“What she looks hot. I mean she always looks hot but now?”

“Yeah, I get you.” You said in a whisper. You realized how many people find her attractive and hot, so now you can feel a tinge of pride because whether they know it or not, she belongs to you and you belong to her.

Your eyes are on her the whole time. Once her gaze met yours and your blushed hit hard and you are the first one to break the staring contest you two have. Confusion is written on her face once you looked away because she was used to you, not backing away from this kind of things.

‘Weird.’ Lady Lesso thought.

The announcement that they just said was about the merge of the two schools that will happen next week. Which you don’t understand that much since your thoughts are at the certain dean the entire time. Thank god Rose is there to just explain to you again everything later.

...

“Y/n let’s go! I’m starving.“ Rose called once the bell ringed.

“I’m coming, hold your horses will you?” You said to her gently. She giggled and waited for you at the door.

All of the students and teachers are on the dinner hall so it’s really crowded and a little chaotic. The divider on the middle is now gone since the students are actually getting along with each other and it is kinda nice.

Your eyes instinctively search for your girlfriend and there she is with the other teachers. Anemone and Professor Dovey is seated beside her and you can’t help but scan her upper body. Her top revealed a lot more than you actually expected and can’t help but feel flushed at the sight. She saw you and you takes your eyes away from her and focuses on the food that is in-front of you.

“Y/n!” You look at the direction of where you heard that voice and it lead you to Professor Dovey, cheerfully waving her hand at you and Lady Lesso with her hand on her forehead. You look at Rose and she just shrugged so you stand up to go to your professors.

“Lady Lesso here is staring at you for a long time already, I think she has something to say to you.”

“I am certainly not, okay. Y/n sorry for that you can go back now.” She said that you are supposed to hear but no. Your eyes are glued to her body and unintentionally staring. Lady Lesso cleared her throat to catch your attention and it worked. Professor anemone is looking at all of you curiously and professor Dovey is giggling like a child.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Your girlfriend asked and you just nodded and stepped backwards a little.

“Are you okay? Do you have a fever? You’re so red.” She stands up fast and stepped to close the distance between you and her but you recoiled. Seeing her standing really get to you. Her outfit is getting into you and not in the innocent way.

Is the temperature rising or is it just you? When did it got so hot in here? Maybe it’s just the crowded room, or the noises that makes you feel dizzy. Definitely not Lady Lesso’s outfit nor her perfume.

“Y/n! What’s happening?” You got out of your trance and abruptly and pathetically bowed.

“I-i’m good. I’ll excuse myself now.” You ran and didn’t even dared to look back. You just didn’t get out of their range but you ran out of the dinner hall.

“What’s wrong with her?” Lady Lesso said while taking her seat. Professor Dovey rolled her eyes at the oblivious Dean of Evil.

“Don’t you get it? I didn’t think your this dumb.”

“What did you just call me Yellow ball fairy?” Lesso said getting frustrated at the fairy godmother.

“She’s surely pleased with how you dressed right now. Look at you, you are ravishing.”

“I don’t get what is happening.” Professor Anemone said before she took a sip of her soup.”

“I know I look good but does she really think that.” Lady Lesso asked while looking at the door where Y/n ran out.

“The students think you look beautiful and they are not your girlfriend. Think about it.” Dovey said then she stands up to proceed to her next class.

...

You are now at your dorm room trying to get out of your clothes to take a bath. You need to freshen up and release the heat that is stored inside you. Rose and the other students went home for a 5 days vacation that the school provided to get ready for the merge. Your younger sister and brother’s room are on the other floor. Only a bunch of students are left on your building. You are going to be fetch tomorrow so you still have time to fly on the other side and say your goodbye to Lesso.

While removing the last piece of garment you have left on your body, the door opened and you panicked. Grabbing the blanket on your bed and used it to cover your body. You’re back is facing the door so you don’t know who is it. You made sure that you locked the door so you just assumed it’s Wednesday.

“Wednesday, I told you not pick-lock. Just knock and i’ll open the door!” You shouted but then you hear a sound of cane tap the floor.

“Oh, You don’t have to hide it from me dove, it’s nothing that I haven’t seen before.” You faced her and you saw Lesso, still on the clothes that you have given to her.

“Eyes up here princess.”She said and you can’t help but feel embarrassed. She stands in front of you and you didn’t even notice it.

“Y-you must love that f-fit huh? S-still... not changing?” You told her looking at her face but not at her eyes. Her smirked turned into a devious smiled and that sent chills into your spine. She keeps walking so you don’t have choice but to move backwards. Once there’s no room for you to step back more, she pinned you with her one arm.

“Why would I want to change when this fit made you eye fucked me since this morning.” You are so turned on now that made your knees wobble and she just chuckled on how pathetic she can make you.

“I... I- I-” Before you can form a sentence she already crashed her lips to yours and you immediately kissed back. Her hands found their way to your neck and the other is on your inner thigh teasing you. You moaned at the contact and she used that to put her tongue inside you.

She pulled away and you whimpered at the lost of contact. “Princess, be a good girl for me and go wait for me on the tub will you.” It’s not a question. It’s an order and you gladly oblige. The night is till young and you can’t wait to have her.

“Leo, I love that fit so much on you but it’s better if it’s already on the floor when you get inside the bathroom. Please?” You said and she chuckled at your plea. She started removing her top so you can’t help but smiled and go inside the bathroom to wait for her.

Thank you so much to @itzclearglasses who requested this. I don’t know if I get it right so if not than my apologies. Also very sorry for taking so long. Love you guys though!

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jennys-caps · 2 years ago

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Mirror Me

Amy rushed home from school so she could stand in front of her new mirror. The woman at the weird curio shop had given her all kinds of warnings but basically she had warned Amy to never touch the mirror for more than a few seconds. A simple tap of her fingers against the mirror's surface was all it took to activate its magic and she felt her legs grow weak as Madison came out to play. That was the name she had come up with for herself after the mirror transformed her from her normal self into the blonde bombshell that now stared back at her. Madison was everything she wished she could be. She was beautiful, confident, and overall superior in every way to Amy.

She often wondered what would happen if she touched it for a little longer but the fear that she would somehow lose access to the mirror's magic always stopped her. The first time she had used the mirror she worried about her family discovering her and panicking at the strange woman but her fears were put to rest once she realized the world changed around her to accommodate her existence as Madison. It was as if her family never existed and she was free to roam the halls as she pleased.

She loved the feeling of sliding Madison's curves into any number of slutty outfits and after expertly applying her make-up she was ready to hit the clubs. As she locked the door behind her she had no way of knowing that this would be her final night as Madison.

An eerie silence fell over the house until with a creak, Madison's wardrobe opened to reveal her little brother Jack. A look of shock and confusion was plastered across his face as he tried to process what he'd just witnessed. While waiting to jump out and scare his dorky sister he had watched as she'd transformed into Madison. His proximity to the mirror had shielded him from the reality changing effects. Unaware of the mirror's true nature or the warnings that accompanied it he reached out and pressed his hand against the surface of the glass.

Thinking the mirror simply made whoever touched it more beautiful he held his hand against its surface and waiting for the changes to occur. By time he realized he was transforming into Madison it was too late to stop it but as his body morphed into a identical copy of the woman his sister had become cracks began to form on the mirror's surface until it shattered into a thousand pieces.

"Thank you so much for releasing me, it was so cramped in that stupid mirror."

It was as if someone was speaking directly into his mind.

"Thanks to that stupid old woman's warnings your sister has been enjoying my body without my permission and my soul has remained trapped. Now that the mirror is broken, I'm afraid you can never go back to the way you were before, not that you'll want to."

At first Jack tried to fight it but she was just too powerful and he could feel Madison worming her way into every corner of his mind. As her memories crept into his head and he became more and more like her he began to realize she was right, becoming Madison was inevitable. The evil witch Madison had been reborn and with so many new evil ideas in her mind she disappeared into the night.

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Amy knew something was wrong after she began turning back after spending only an hour as Madison. She arrived home to discover the mirror shattered and her brother missing. She was the only one who even remembered Jack existed, as if some force had magically erased his existence.

#m2f transformation #f2f transformation #corruption #reality change

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marlena-immortale · 4 years ago

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Sinful Thoughts

Summary: Damiano’s Jesus tattoo showing during a performance brings you some sinful thoughts that Damiano is very willing to indulge you in.

CW: SMUT, sub fem reader, thigh riding, oral sex (male recieving), biting, scratching, blasphemy/religious kink, dirty talk, light degradation, corruption kink

Word Count: 2.1k

You liked to come along with Damiano to his concerts. It was nice seeing your boyfriend completely in his element up there on stage and to cheer him on from the sidelines. And, it’s always a treat to see the new wardrobe their stylists put them in up close and personal. This time however, when Damiano stepped out of the dressing room your jaw dropped. He comes out wearing a short dress with a corset top. You can’t tear your eyes away from him and his stunning body in that dress. Until your eyes catch something else. Your favorite tattoo of his, the one of Jesus in his crown of thorns that adorns his thigh, is peaking out from under the dress.

The band is in a rush to get on stage so he barely has enough time to give you a quick kiss and for you to wish him luck before he’s off in front of thousands of screaming fans. You wait in the sidelines of the stage, singing along to their songs, but you can’t seem to drag your thoughts away from the absolutely filthy ideas Damiano’s little get-up has planted in your mind. You watch his hips sway to the music and his skirt lifts with every jump, your panties getting wetter and wetter with each movement. You debate running off to the restroom to relieve some tension before they even get through half their set. You decide to stay put and attempt to subtly rub your thighs together but it’s only making it worse. Looking up, you see Damiano’s eyes shift to your own while running his hand down his torso and playing with the hem of his skirt and almost melt on the spot. He winks then goes back to flirting with the audience instead, leaving you weak in the knees. All you can think about is shoving your hand up that skirt and feeling him get hard, resting your head on his thigh, giving it little bites and kisses.

You’re taken out of your dirty thoughts by a PA escorting you backstage. You hadn’t realized the show had ended. Your face is hot and you can’t quite keep your balance as you walk back to the dressing room. You try to regain your composure when you see your boyfriend and his bandmates running in with all the adrenaline of the performance still coursing through them.

“Hey baby! Did you have fun watching us out there?” Damiano greets you while wrapping his sweaty arms around you. You think he must’ve been able to read your mind and see the sinful images clouding your brain.

“I always do! You guys were amazing!” You try to hide how much you want him to push you up against the nearest wall and fuck the soul out of your body.

He gets close to your ear and whispers, “Are you sure you weren’t a little distracted?” Your cheeks heat up once again and his hands resting on your waist feel like they could melt your skin through your clothes. Your heart drops, realizing he definitely knows what you were thinking.

“I’m gonna go get changed and then we can leave and you can tell me all about what's got you so worked up”. You can see his smirk when he leans back and breaks away from you.

“Wait! Don’t change”, you say before he has the chance to even take a step away from you. He looks a little confused but obliges. After saying your goodbyes to everyone, and a few odd looks to Damiano still wearing his stage outfit, you both are in the car on your way home.

You use your time in the backseat of the car well and promptly begin to tease Damiano. You scooch close to his side and softly bring your fingers to the hem of his skirt, ghosting over the skin just underneath it.

“What’s gotten into you baby?” Damiano whispers with a smile.

“Hopefully you soon,” you happily tease back at him. There’s no complaints coming from him as he leans back and lets you have your fun and play with him.

You lean in close, making sure the driver can’t hear you and whisper, “Fuck, Damiano you were just so hot out there on stage. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you”. He basks in the compliments and settles into the comfortable strokes of your fingers across his thighs, moving up and up until they find their way to his underwear. “The whole set I was thinking about pulling this dress up and sucking you dick, or pushing you down and riding you,” you trail off as your hand begins to palm him through the thin layer of fabric. His head leans back and you hear a soft breath escape his lips.

You’re both broken from your trance when the car stops and you have to get out. Your eyes shift down to where he’s trying and failing to hide his hard cock through his short skirt. You take his hand and drag him inside, not wanting to wait any longer.

You push him against the door immediately but get a little nervous when you remember that you have to tell him what’s been on your mind now. He senses your hesitancy and grabs your hands, pulling them behind your back.

“What’s on your mind baby?” Damiano asks, spinning you around so your back is against the door and your hands are pinned above your head. “I know you’re thinking bout something. I can see it in your eyes,” he says with a wink.

Suddenly much more shy than before, you cast your gaze down to the floor before Damiano promptly takes your jaw in his hand, freeing your hands and forcing you to look into his eyes. Your knees feel weak as you finally let out your secret, “I… have a confession to make”

“Yah? Are you gonna confess your sins to me baby?” he teases.

“Actually… yes. I may have some ulterior motives for wanting to keep you in this little dress,” you say, gaining confidence with the feeling of his boner getting harder against your hip. “I happen to really like this tattoo,” you whisper while running your fingers over the inked skin partially hidden by his skirt. You look down tracing over the crown of thorns adorning the portrait of Jesus. Damiano puts the puzzle pieces together and you look up to see a cocky smile plastered across his face.

“Ohh I see. My little sinner likes the idea of Jesus watching you huh?” He teases with your face still firmly in his grasp. You whimper hearing him call you a sinner and he chuckles whispering, “so fucking pathetic baby”. He guides you over to the couch, sitting down with you standing between his legs. “I thought my baby was sweet and innocent, but it turns out she wants to fuck our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,” he looks up at you, smirking and playing with your fingers in his hands. The comforting gesture is a stark contrast to his words.

“Alright then, confess your sins to me babygirl. Beg for forgiveness,” he commands you and you quickly oblige.

“I-”

“No. On your knees,” he adds and you obediently drop to your knees like the good girl you are.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned,” you start, looking him in the eyes. You can see the effect it’s having on him as his breathing gets shallow and he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I had some very dirty thoughts about you,” you say as his hands drift to the edge of your shirt, pulling it off you. He continues taking off your clothes as you continue confessing your sins, “I thought about how sexy you’d look sitting me down on your thigh and moving my hips to rub against you, and that I’d really be rubbing myself on the face of Jesus”.

“Fuck, baby. My little angel has such a filthy mouth. How about you be a good girl for me and put that mouth to better use,” he says, slipping your panties off your hips and leaving you completely nude. You quickly lean towards him and pull his own underwear off, enjoying the view of his skirt being pushed up by his hard cock.

You run your hands along his thighs until you get to the skirt, pushing it out of your way and immediately bring your face in close to him. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you use the tip of your tongue to tease the tip, tasting his salty precum. He lets out a groan and you leave a kiss on his tip before sliding your lips around him and pushing him further into your mouth. He relaxes into the feeling of your soft wet lips around him, his breathing becoming heavier. You slide your mouth up and down his cock, getting further and further with each bob of your head. You run your tongue along the underside, feeling the pulsing vein there. His cock is already filling your mouth up before his hips lift to thrust into you slightly. He doesn’t shove himself into you hard enough to make you choke, but you do falter a little every time he thrusts.

You can feel his thrusts getting sloppier and can hear his moans getting louder and more high pitched by the second. He doesn’t give you any warning as you feel his hot cum spilling down your throat and painting the inside of your mouth as you peel yourself away, swallowing what didn’t already make its way down your throat.

He takes a minute to recover before regaining his composer and a dark look settles into his eyes peering down at you. “What a good little slut, making me cum with her pretty mouth,” he says while stroking his thumb on your cheek. “Get up baby,” he says, guiding you up to stand on shaky legs. He puts his hands on your waist and places you right onto his thigh directly on top of his Jesus tattoo, letting his dress ride back up a bit. The second your dripping pussy touches his firm muscular thigh, you let out the most desperate whine. He chuckles at your pathetic noises as you settle yourself down onto his warm skin.

He places his big hands over your hips and pushes you down harder and starts to grind your body onto him. A loud moan is ripped from your chest and you can see him smirking through your unfocused eyes. He manipulates your body as he pleases, dragging your dripping cunt back and forth against his thigh.

“Look down baby,” Damiano tells you and you oblige, seeing your wetness glistening all over Jesus’s face. You become entranced with the image, the sinful sight being way too much for your fucked-out brain to handle. Your body falls limp against Damiano’s and your head falls to his shoulder as he holds tightly to your hips, not letting up his powerful movements of your whole body on top of him grinding hard.

“I wanna hear you angel, I wanna hear those pathetic little whimpers and moans. Come on be loud for me,” Damiano whispers into your ear and starts attaching his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks. You do as he says, letting out all the noises you’ve been holding back. A scream is muffled by his shoulder as he leaves a harsh bite on the sensitive part of your neck.

“I-I’m so close,” you can barely get out, your body limp like putty in his arms, clinging onto him. You can feel your orgasm approaching as his hands move your hips faster, right over Jesus’s mouth. All of your senses are overwhelmed with Damiano and you feel yourself falling apart. Your nails scratch down his back as you cum hard all over him, your hips spasming and thighs clenching around his.

Damiano slides his hands up your sides and pulls you in for a tight hug while you recover. You whine when he moves you, your sensitive pussy still resting on his thigh. He lifts your shaking body off of his lap and you immediately drop to the floor beneath him on your knees.

You can hear Damiano’s soft chuckle and send him a confused look. “Never thought you’d wanna cum all over Jesus’s face, I almost feel a little jealous,” he explains.

“Don’t worry, your pretty face can have a turn soon,” you return with a wink., dipping your head close to his thigh to see your wetness dripping down his leg. You lay your tongue on the tattoo and lap up all of your release, staring at Damiano’s glazed over eyes.

You come back up with a smirk and give his lips a quick kiss. “Fuck. Next time I need to get a sexy priest costume. I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you?” Damiano teases and your only response is,

“I’m going to hell”.

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izaanagi · 3 years ago

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heyy. congratulations on 700 followers! so for the event:

fav character: bokuto

comfort character: bokuto

most likely to be my bf: either tsukishima, mad-dog, or maybe aone

character i have the hots for: bokuto, again

character i like platonically: sugawara

character i kin the most: tsukishima

fav position/kink: def degradation

weirdest fantasy: i wanna be railed & dominated by a guy whose crossdressing or in some sort of “feminine” outfit

thanks a bunch! (also idk if im asking for too much but pls dont give me enemies to lovers cus i kinda rlly hate that trope k thx bye)

First things first, thank you so much, as thank you for participating in the event and you’re also always welcome. 🖤

Pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x you.

Trope(s): Hurt/Comfort + Everyone thinks you are dating (+One-sided Pining).

Synopsis: Kyoutani works in a strip club, but he always wears heels, a mask and a wig while doing it so that no one might associate him with the place, and because he desperately needs the money and to stay away from home. However, when you accidentally find him exiting the place, Kyoutani sees his life passing before his eyes, because the person he likes (and which he will never be enough for) just found out the most embarrassing thing of his life, so you make a pact to never talk about it, in exchange with helping you to set up with the ace of his volleyball team. However, things don’t go as planned and you find yourself spending more and more time with Kyoutani, while you have this crush on Bokuto. However, when you get the courage to ask Bokuto out, he is confused because everyone (including him) thinks you are dating Kyoutani and he would never want to be in between the two of you. So you deny - but deep down you ask yourself whether there is something that people see when they look at you and Kyoutani (who in the meantime, poor soul is not only dealing with his issues but also with his one sided pining on you and your crush on Bokuto, whose personality does not help him feel any better about himself). It does not take long for Kentarou to open up to you with his issues, because he is just so touch starved and lacking human contact that it all comes crashing down and you just find yourself letting him cry on your shoulder. However, after some time has passed and your thoughts have been brewing about Kentarou and you confront Kyoutani about it, he comes clean with it and you find yourself kissing him, and when push comes to shove the two of you are in the bedroom. You see the kind of wardrobe Kyoutani has and ask him to perform for you, at which he does because he can’t say no to you, but then you’re getting fucked with Kyoutani taking dirty and saying “This feels so fucking good,” into your ear. It happens fast and you Don’t even notice when Kyoutani loses control and denies you your orgasm: “Beg me for it. Look at how you taking my cock so well. I have been waiting for this so long, so I am going to enjoy every damn second of it. Ask me to make you cum,” he says with that low tone of voice, sultry and musky, raspy to a fault. When he sees you shivering and enjoying his behavior more than he expected, he takes things into his hands and just fucks you with so much pathos you can’t stop coming and Kentarou just seems so satisfied whenever you close your eyes and curl your toes: “What a little whore you are, aren’t you?” Useless to say, the experience repeats every day and when you do announce that you are dating, no one seems surprised because haven’t you been dating all along?

700 follower celebration mini event: tell me something about you and I’ll give you a trope. (read the event rules before requesting, please).

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heliads · 4 years ago

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Pietro, Not Peter (Part Two)

When Y/N L/N wakes up in the middle of a strange suburban town, she’s concerned to find out that she can’t remember who she is or how she got there. The appearance of her boyfriend, Peter Maximoff, may help to jog her memory, but why is he suddenly calling himself Pietro?

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You’re not sure when you regain consciousness, but when you do, you find yourself lying down. When you sit up, eyes flashing around the room in a panic, your gaze falls upon four plain walls, a window letting in the soft light of morning, blankets wrapped around you and the bed you appear to be lying on. To any stranger, this would all look perfectly normal- just another morning. The only problem is that you have no idea how you got here, or wherever here is.

You stretch, then turn and swing your legs out of the tangled heap of blankets, stumbling slightly as you get out of bed. You could have sworn you were still in Wanda’s room, right? With Peter/Pietro and whoever that strange robot man was. You had just crossed over the threshold into Wanda’s home, hand in hand with Pietro.

No, Peter. That was one of the strangest parts of last night- you knew your boyfriend was Peter, he had to be. But there was something about the look in his eye when he insisted his name was Pietro, and the forced calm in Wanda’s eyes saying that you had best play along that almost convinced you he was telling the truth. For those last few moments, you had sworn that maybe you were wrong after all, that this was just an ordinary town with your not-so-ordinary boyfriend, Pietro. Then, you had woken up here.

You groan to yourself as you pace back and forth on the dark wood floor. Why do you have to keep being yanked around like a puppet? One minute you just appear in Westview, then you’re in the center of town, then back to Wanda’s house, then you wake up in some strange room. You glance out the window, but you don’t see the lines of hedges or white-painted fences that you’d seen last night outside Wanda’s residence.

You stand there for a moment, then you get the urge to head to the closet, which you find after a moment of searching. Your hand flies to the knob, pulls open the door. You bite your tongue in annoyance. Clearly you’re meant to be getting on with the day, now that you’ve been deemed useful enough to have your own home.

Oddly enough, when you open the closet door there’s only one outfit hanging there. Denim miniskirt, plain white top. Simple enough. You head back to the dresser you’d noticed, but when you open the drawers, the same outfit is there again. Well, apparently Wanda’s involved in your wardrobe, too.

When you make it outside, you realize you actually do know where you are. Wanda’s house is just down the block, and you walked down these same sidewalks with Peter just last night. You shut the door behind you. You don’t have a key, so you just have to hope that no one breaks in- but Wanda would decide that in the end, wouldn’t she?

You head down the sidewalk, going nowhere in particular but looking for Peter. He’s the only constant you have right now, even if he isn’t quite the mutant you thought he was. As you start walking, your brow furrows as you take in something strange. Last night, you had assumed it was somewhere in between summer and fall, too warm to be winter but just a little chill starting to tinge the air. Now, you see the remnants of Halloween decorations that still haven’t been put away, and the evidence of a few ambitious souls daring to put out Christmas lights.

You glance around with a growing sense of confusion. How long had you been lying there? And why would Wanda feel the need to wake you up now? It was Wanda who was doing this, right? You were certain that she had some hand in this, some hand in bringing you here, but why would she go to the trouble of establishing all this control over everyone just to mess with time and reality as if she wanted someone to realize something was wrong?

You’re distracted from your thoughts as you see a flash of blue and silver around you, a whooshing sound echoing down the street. Barely half a second later, Peter comes to a stop in front of you, looking relieved.

“Y/N, thank God. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

You nod, suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to see him again. “It’s good to see you, too. I have no idea what happened- one minute I’m in Wanda’s house, then I’m some other place, and things look so different here than they did last night.”

You glance back up at him, realizing there’s a difference in him, too.

“It looks like the suburbs aren’t the only things changing.”

You reach out a hand to smooth back a wayward lock of hair that had fallen in Peter’s face. “I thought the silver hair was your look. Why’d you bleach it?”

Peter frowns at you. “What? I haven’t done anything.”

You open your mouth to protest, but then you catch sight of his eyes. For some reason, they’re filled with apprehension, almost dread. Like he’s trying to warn you not to say anything.

You hear footsteps behind you, and turn hurriedly around to see a dark-haired woman approaching you on the sidewalk. “Well howdy, kids! I’m Agnes. Don’t think I’ve seen your face around here before. Who’re you, sweetie?”

You force down your bristling temper at the pet names, and force a smile, holding out your hand in greeting despite still feeling rattled from whatever’s going on with your boyfriend.

“I’m Y/N. I’m dating Peter-Pietro.”

You don’t realize you’ve said the wrong name until it’s too late. You had hoped that this Agnes woman wouldn’t notice, but her charmingly hospitable grin loses some of its pleasantry, as if she’s having to force a smile as well.

“You forgetting your own boyfriend?”

Her hand, which had been just starting to shake yours, tightens around your wrist. “You better be careful with that, honey. You only get so many chances to mess up. It’s best to be in control of these sorts of things.”

With that, her smile flashes back to normal, and she releases your hand. “Well, Auntie Agnes had better get going. See you around!”

She waves, and keeps walking. You turn back to Peter, who looks just as worried as you feel. Seeing this slight panic on his face makes you even more apprehensive- you hadn’t realized how much his unaffected smirk kept you grounded until even that left him.

Peter must realize he’s worrying you, because he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close just as he’s always done. “Well, neighbours are always a little weird, aren’t they?”

You nod your head softly in agreement, then turn to him. “What day is it, Pietro?”

He hesitates for just a second. “Why do you ask?”

You gesture a hand idly at the homes around you. “The last time I saw you was when we were at Wanda’s house. Now, I wake up alone, and there are Halloween decorations everywhere. What happened to me?”

Peter shrugs as he walks, evidently unconcerned over the strangeness of the neighbourhood. “Guess Wanda didn’t need you just then. We all have our moments of usefulness, and she probably just didn’t want to share the screen with you right then.”

You glance over at him. “What? Share the screen?”

Peter gets this funny look on his face, like he’s said something he didn’t mean to say. “Uh, I mean share time with her kids. She likes having them all to herself, you know? I think I misspoke.”

You stop walking. “Pietro, do you know something that I don’t know?”

Peter halts right next to you. “I guess that would depend on what you know, and if I know what you know that you don’t know that I know.”

He tries for a smile, but even this joke can’t make you feel any better. You look away, silently hoping for everything to make sense.

Then you turn back to him, eyes clouded over with a sudden calm. “Pietro, how did we meet?”

Peter blinks. “How did we meet? Jeez, Y/N, you already forget?”

You shake your head slowly. “I remember perfectly. I just want to know if you remember.”

Peter stares at you, tilting his head to the side in confusion. This simple motion looks so much like him that you want to trust him, to wrap your arms around him and tell him to just forget everything, that you were being silly. You want to take it all back, were it not for the fact that he tilted his head to the right. You’ve seen him do this gesture a thousand times, and every time he does it, he tilts his head to the left.

Peter’s eyes flick away from you, then back again. “I’m not sure why you’re asking me this right now. Do you really think I’d forget meeting someone like you?”

He reaches his hand out to hold you again, to fit you in with him the way you always had. You flinch, just barely, but it’s enough to make his eyes widen in something like pain.

Then, his feet start to move, taking him down the road and towards the center of town.

He curses softly. “I think she needs me. I think I have to go.”

You walk until you’re standing in front of him. “You can’t go, not yet. Just answer the question.”

Peter shakes his head. “I’m not doing this, Y/N. Wanda needs me. I have to go.”

You stare at him as you realize what he’s saying. “Wanda is-”

You’re cut off by a voice behind you. “Ah, Pietro, there you are. I think I need your help with a little errand. Are you heading to town? Perfect. Come with me.”

It’s Agnes again. You stare from her to Peter. How did she get back behind you if she’d already passed you on the road? You watch mutely as she puts a hand on Peter’s back, practically forcing him to walk with her.

He turns back to face you, calling out in a tone bordering on desperation. “This isn’t over, I promise. Meet me again. Please, Y/N.”

Then he’s gone, disappearing around the corner with Agnes. All you can do is stand there, arms hanging limply at your sides. Then you turn, and head back inside the house you woke up in, the house you’ll probably keep waking up in day after day. How many days will pass in between the opening of your eyes? How many weeks- how many months? You press a hand against your mouth. What if you spend the rest of your life here, a prisoner inside this perfect little town? Will you have enough sanity to realize when the end of it all comes?

After a few hours, you decide to venture out of the house again. The door closes behind you, and you turn onto the sidewalk. It’s practically an exact copy of what you did this morning, even down to the bright light of morning. Even after a couple of hours, the sun is still in the exact same place.

You almost expect Peter to come up to you like he did this morning, but of course he isn’t there. The last time you saw him, he was turning around the corner towards town with Agnes, so you follow that same path. You don’t know what part of town he would have been in, or even if you’re supposed to be following him at all, but there are no incessant thoughts telling you to turn back, so at least you’re not doing something horribly wrong.

After taking a couple of wrong turns and accidentally looping around once or twice, you finally see Peter and Agnes a short distance down a nearby street. Their backs are to you, and they talk as they head down the sidewalk. They round a corner, and you follow after them, your silhouette obscured by the trees in some neighbour’s front yard. With a chill, you realize that they’re talking about you.

Agnes seems to be trying to convince Peter not to trust you. She leans in close to him, as if trying to ensure that no onlookers can overhear the conversation.

“Something just isn’t right about her, Pietro. Something’s not right at all.”

Peter shakes his head, but he walks slowly as if he’s moving through water. “She’s my girlfriend, Agnes. I would trust her with my life. She means no harm to anyone here.”

Agnes clicks her tongue in disagreement. “Think about it, boy. Even Wanda seems unnerved by her. And to make things worse, she doesn’t show up on the show. Everyone else comes on camera at some point or other, but never her. No matter what, she’s never on screen. Why would she be in town but somehow avoid being seen on camera? There’s something wrong about her.”

Just after she finishes her last sentence, she suddenly whips her head around so she’s staring eye to eye with you. Her gaze feels like an x-ray, as if it can see straight into your soul.

Agitated, and filled with some need to stop this conversation, you step forward, running up to Peter as if you’d just found him. “Pietro, there you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Peter grins, wrapping his arms around you and twirling you in a lazy circle. “Missed you too, love.”

Agnes laughs. “Aren’t you two the cutest! See you around!”

She waves and heads off, clearly wanting to spend as little time as possible with you.

Peter watches her go, then turns excitedly back to you. “Y/N, you won’t believe what I found. There’s some small place down by the center of town that I think would be amazing to go hang out in. What do you say to a little date?”

You beam at him. “Sounds perfect, Peter.”

The little place he’d been talking about appears to be a park of some sorts, with emerald green grass and rolling hillsides. There are a few other people milling about, but they’re a good enough distance away from you that you don’t feel worried about them overhearing something.

Peter smiles as he talks to you, leading you by the hand to some tree-encircled corner, but the second he feels far enough away from everyone, his happy look drops and he turns back to you with an expression akin to paranoia.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” He glances around, as if checking to make sure nobody is in sight. “I don’t think Wanda can see us here. She’s on the other side of town.”

His panic is starting to grow on you. “Pietro, what happened?”

Your hand reaches out to cup his cheek, and he holds onto it like it’s a lifeline. His eyes dart from place to place before finally settling on you.

“Something strange happened a few days ago. I was talking to Wanda, and then she looked at me like she was totally freaked out. I didn’t know why, and then I saw my reflection in her eyes.”

There’s something like horror in his gaze, and it hits you with a sickening twist that Peter may be just as worried about this town as you are. “Y/N, I saw myself dead. There were bullet wounds on my chest, and my skin was all pale and ashy. I have this memory of myself that I got hit by bullets a while back, but I’m up and walking now like I’m fine.”

His voice cracks just slightly. “Y/N, am I dead? What if I never healed from the shooting?”

Your eyes widen. You start to stammer out a reply. Something, anything, to fill this void, like if you say something now it’ll make things right again.

“I don’t think so. I don’t know.” Something occurs to you. “What do you mean, you have a memory of being shot? Was it recent?”

Peter nods. “It was the last thing I remember before coming to town.”

You brow furrows as you think. “That makes no sense. I know you, Pietro, and I’ve been with you everyday until we showed up here. You were never shot, not once. You never died. The question isn’t whether or not you’re dead, it’s where you got that memory.”

Peter stares at you, and for a second, you think you’ve gone too far. He can’t heal like you, remember? If you say too much, it might make Wanda’s control over him snap back in place, forever separating the two of you to the point where he might never speak to you again. Where you might even be kicked out of the town, destroying any chances of seeing Peter again.

Then he starts to nod slowly. “Do you think she put someone else’s memory in my head?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything.”

You sigh. “I think something’s wrong here.”

Peter shakes his head. “You can’t say that. That’s Vision’s line.”

You stare at him. “What?”

Peter returns your gaze for a moment longer, then jerks his head away. “I mean, that’s what Vision said, just the other day. Reminded me of him.”

The words come out of his mouth in a torrent, like he’d been given some script to say and it would kill him to say it wrong.

He stays there, head forced to the side, then slowly turns back to look at you. “Tell me about Peter. The name you keep calling me, where we met.”

You move your mouth to speak, but find you can’t say a word.

Peter picks up on this. “I think that there’s a difference in what I remember and what you know of me. I don’t know how much good it’ll do, but I think I need to remember.”

You furrow your brow. “You mean, if I tell you who I think you are, then you might be able to piece together what happened? How you came to be here, and why I showed up on the same day?”

Peter’s gaze clears as you speak, as if every word out of your mouth just cements the truth he wants to hear, the same truth you’d been hoping he would bring up. There’s a look in his eyes like contentment, almost bliss, that grows as you speak. It’s almost like you can remind him of who he truly is just by confirming an idea.

You nod slowly. “If this sets off something bad, and we both get hurt for this, just know that I love you.”

Peter smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too. Always will. We’re together no matter what, remember?”

You lean into his embrace. “I know.”

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rainbowbutterfrosting · 4 years ago

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If My Kingdom Falls, I’ll Lose it All

A birthday gift to the lovely @aidensm8. Ty so much @dramaticsnakes for beta-reading <33333

Cws: minor angst, feeling of not being good enough, implied overworking, neglecting self-care

Summary: "A good king takes care of himself."

"I'm not a king yet."

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Roman was a prince. A prince who would soon become a king. There were too many things to do and the golden-eyed guard kept on getting in his way.

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The Sanders Kingdom received the provocative letter that detailed the new laws set for their neighboring kingdoms that would soon fit their own as well. The King had discussed the arrangement, focusing on the inflation or artisan goods and rations provided to the people. The meetings took place over several months with no changes made in favor of the Sanders Kingdom. The nation soon declared war, providing that regulations were detrimental to-

“-no no, you should have seen him last night. He was a complete mess.”

Roman let out an exhale. The guards were socializing by his door again. When would they learn that they were getting paid to stand there and not go around pretending the castle was the local pub? He harshly stood up from his chair, not minding how it made a semi-loud sound as it moved across the floor. He made a few quick steps to open the door, glaring with the first guard he saw.

A walking stereotype. Muscles, dark hair, and a straightened-up posture once he saw Roman’s presence. Roman took in a small breath. Kings were polite with their people. He had to be kind and civil. He slipped a small smile on his face, making the edges of his eyes crinkle slightly, “Gentlemen.”

The guard looked at Roman’s eyes for a moment, but the eye contact seemed uncomfortable for the man. The guard slipped on a smile but it was filled with apprehension and hesitation. “Prince- Prince Roman. I hope we didn’t disturb you.”

Well, you did, he bitterly thought. He let a small chuckle escape him, one that wasn’t out of personal enjoyment but to rather relieve the tension. “You didn’t, but could you two tell the guards by hallway C to rotate their positions with you?” He didn’t know which guards he was swapping out, but they must have been better than these two.

He looked over at the other guard, almost forgetting he existed. His eyes were slightly narrowed as a tight smile rested on his face. His eyes were peculiar. Roman barely had time to dissect the distaste painted over the man’s face as he noticed a golden eye staring back at him. It seemed to stare through his soul and assert that he was the royal one there.

Roman swallowed the feeling down his throat as the original guard spoke, “As you wish, Prince Roman.” The guard made a few steps away from the door, the armor clinking quietly around him. He took a look back, noticing that the guard positioned next to him hadn’t moved.

“Sir Deceit?” The guard with the golden eye- who was apparently Sir Deceit- looked away from Roman and to the other guard.

He took a quiet exhale as he nodded at Roman. “As you wish, Prince Roman.” There might have been another moment where Sir Deceit lingered there for a second longer than he should have, but the time flew by Roman as the guard soon walked away.

Deceit. It was an odd name for a guard. A guard that’s supposed to be honest and truthful to his kingdom was going by Deceit. Roman momentarily wondered what Sir Deceit’s real name was before he shook his head to himself and retreated back into his room. Names were kept secret out of safety. Something about how it lowered assassination attempts or perhaps just general threats.

A part of his mind kept returning back to the guard as he sat down and tried to continue reading about their foreign affairs. He shouldn’t care about the guard, he just had a weird eye and name and that was the end of it. He had a kingdom that would fall into his hands within a matter of months. He didn’t have time to focus on the insignificant details of his workers.

---

Roman moved his hands around as the book suggested. One around an imaginary waist and the other holding an invisible hand. He slowly stepped forward while holding the pose, then moving to the right as he turned around to end up in the starting position. He took a small breath as he proceeded to widen his stance. The book reminded him how important it was, but he kept on forgetting.

A warm voice called out from behind him. “Prince Roman, permission to speak freely?”

Roman turned around. He was about to decline the permission to the guard when he noticed his eyes. Golden-eyed boy was guarding him again. He wished the guard’s name didn’t feel familiar on his mind. “Permission granted.”

“You’re doing horribly.”

Roman felt his body become tense as he forced his posture to vaguely loosen up, but the confusion on his face was evidence of his initial reaction. Rule one- a guard should never insult royalty. Roman felt any confidence he could’ve had leave him as he turned away from him. “I’m still learning, Sir Deceit.”

Footsteps made their way behind him as warm hands gently fell onto his body. Sir Deceit’s chest was pressed against his back as he slowly pushed Roman’s arms to be more curved and open. He whispered into his ear, “You can’t learn such a fluid dance from a book. The pages are so rigid, it’s practically incorrect to learn that way.”

Before Roman could’ve made any comment, Sir Deceit walked around him, interlocking their fingers in his left hand and placing Roman’s other hand onto his waist. Roman looked Sir Deceit up and down. The guard seemed to know what he was doing with how calmly he looked up at Roman. Warmness was present on him, gently reminding him that he needed to do something. “S- Sir Deceit, this is quite unprofessional of you. I’ll have to ask you to remove your hands from me.”

Roman almost wished that they stayed together a bit longer, but they were separated as soon as they were joined. “As you wish, my prince.”

He could feel the phantom warmth on his skin. He looked away from Sir Deceit and to the book. “You’re dismissed, Sir Deceit.”

Sir Deceit let out a small hum. It was one of approval, but it was so… wrong. There wasn’t a witty remark that Roman knew was in the back of his mind or a protest to stay. There wasn’t even a statement of agreement. Just a small noise.

But what was Roman doing? His coronation was coming close and he had to know the kingdom’s traditional dances by heart to not look a fool. Yet, he somehow felt like one already. With warmness tingling on his waist and hand, he repositioned his body into the starting position.

---

Roman faced the mirror, critically eyeing the man he saw in it. While it was him in the mirror, it wasn’t him. He wore a newer outfit, but it was still in the same style as his wardrobe. He carefully moved a few hairs to lay slightly on his face. Enough to look casual, but not enough to look messy.

He tensed at the muffled snicker behind him. He turned around, almost expecting his brother there but he only saw a gua- Sir Deceit. The man held a hand to his mouth, but Roman could still see how his eyes crinkled. Roman raised an eyebrow, “Is something funny?”

Sir Deceit shook his head before he dropped his hand to reveal the smile on his face, “Prince Roman, permission to speak freely?”

Roman let out a short breath as he held a tensed smile. The words were too light-hearted. As if he wasn’t a guard who worked for him and instead as if they were friends for many years. “Permission granted.”

Sir Deceit took a few small steps towards him. Roman found himself looking away and towards the mirror, but even that still held his the guard’s reflection. He could luckily see that the man’s eyes lingered on his outfit instead of him. “It’s ridiculous,” Sir Deceit quietly said, almost as if it was to himself. “You spend so much time on everything that’s already perfect that you fail to acknowledge what actually needs to be fixed.”

Roman scoffed, “If you’re so fashionably gifted then please let me know what needs to be ‘fixed.’” The last word was sarcastic as Roman resisted rolling his eyes.

“Your collar,” Sir Deceit responded without hesitation. “It’s a bit crooked.”

Roman looked into the mirror. His collar seemed normal to him- perfect even. Perhaps Sir Deceit was just a liar trying to get a rise out of Roman to finally prove that he shouldn’t be king. Maybe even point out that learning what kings should know shouldn’t be so difficult for him. “My collar is fine.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Roman took his gaze away from his collar and towards Sir Deceit. “You’re dismissed, Sir Deceit.”

Sir Deceit stood there for a moment before he took the smallest step towards Roman. He gently grabbed Roman’s collar, making a few tugs that Roman caught in the mirror before the guard pulled away. “I didn’t hear you, what did you say?” There was a hidden smugness behind the words that made Roman smile.

“My collar was fine, but-” thank you. He shouldn’t thank a guard, he was simply doing his job. Guards didn't get thanked for the bare minimum, only if they saved a life or did something else heroic. “You’re dismissed, Sir Deceit.”

Janus nodded once, apparently pleased with Roman’s response. “As you wish, my prince.”

---

Roman let out a long breath as he tried to read over the words again. They only seemed blurrier as more tears filled his vision. It was simple, he shouldn’t be acting so stupid about it. Although the laws contradicted each other, he was sure they made sense. He just wasn’t trying hard enough.

He let out a slow, shaky breath, as he leaned back in his chair. He gently blinked the tears out, willing himself not to sob in the library. He carefully wiped the shed tears away, making sure not to rub them so his face wouldn’t be splotchy. A good king didn't cry over something so easy.

A moment too long passed with only more emotion brewing inside him. He looked down at his book again, his gaze momentarily catching a guard’s, but he quickly focused his mind on the book.

The words were still blurry, but he tried to make himself focus on the content. Perhaps he wasn’t even reading the words anymore, only scanning the page in case it would randomly start to make sense. Somewhere between seconds and minutes, he felt a warm presence on his shoulder that made him want to curl up in hopes that it surrounded him. Through a quick glance, he spotted a gloved hand resting there. “Prince Roman, permission to speak freely?”

It was Sir Deceit. He didn’t remember that the man wore gloves. Roman nodded to the guard’s question, not trusting his voice with a confident answer.

“You should rest, my prince.” The sympathetic voice dripped into Roman’s ears, filling them with pity and kind-hearted melancholy.

Roman weakly shook his head. He didn’t need a break. He needed to understand. He blinked as a tear slid down his face and silently fell onto the page. He shouldn’t be this pathetic, it was simple. All the other kings understood it with ease- perhaps he didn’t deserve the role so graciously given to him.

Sir Deceit gave a gentle squeeze to Roman’s shoulder. The direct action made him wilt, any confidence he held fading away. When the book was removed from him, he followed it with his vision. He saw gloves holding it, dabbing the part of the page wetted by Roman’s tear.

Roman let out a quiet sigh as Sir Deceit closed the book. “You won’t get anywhere tonight and it’ll be here tomorrow.” The words were too gentle to reject, turning painfully in Roman’s chest. He stood up, but the feeling still lingered when he turned away. He took a step away from Sir Deceit, feeling the hand slowly slip off him.

“You’re dismissed, Sir Deceit.” He couldn’t find himself to care that his voice broke or how he felt a sob breaking through him that he managed to quiet at the last moment. There was something hesitant said to him. Perhaps a farewell, goodbye, or another phrase for departure.

Or perhaps it was confirmation that he shouldn’t be king.

---

Roman stood in the mirror as he adjusted his collar. He cringed at the sight of himself as he tried to focus on anything else, but it all seemed so wrong. Flat hair accompanied with too-pale skin didn’t compliment the slight frown on his face. He tried to flash himself a smile, but it seemed far too flimsy. A small breath left him. He didn’t have anything to do, so he might just keep himself in the library.

Not for long of course. Only an hour or two to refresh his mind. The steps there were easy after all. Sir Deceit trailed close behind. Roman would’ve complained about his constant presence, but a small part of him liked the familiarity of the golden eye accompanied by a warm voice. There was nothing personal about the attachment. The traits would have been nice on anyone.

The library brought a vague feeling of dread that he pushed down as he inhaled the calm scent of books. He walked to a table and sat down. A pile of books rested next to the chair. He quietly picked one up as he opened it to where he last was.

The pages seemed kinder to him today. There was still minor frustration embedded into the words, but he still turned the page after a minute or two of processing what he read. He sat straight up, leaning to the side as he heard a few cracks from his back as he stretched. After a moment of letting his body move, he refocused his eyes onto the book.

A warm voice welcomed him away from the text, “Prince Roman, permission to speak freely?”

Roman looked up from the book and to Sir Deceit. “Of course.” A soft smile found a way onto his face, but it felt the slightest bit strained.

“Have you eaten breakfast yet?”

Roman frowned as he noticed an appetite that had appeared at random. He shook his head.

Sir Deceit continued where he didn’t, “Do you plan to eat soon?”

Roman shrugged. “I’m not sure how you view ‘soon,’ but I’ll eat eventually.”

The conversation quieted in a way Roman found himself comfortable with. He settled back into his book, only making it a few pages before Sir Deceit spoke again, “I can bring you something from the kitchen.” The words dipped into a concern that made Roman shift slightly in his chair.

“Food isn’t allowed into the library.” It was odd that Sir Deceit apparently seemed to not know the rules of the castle, speaking so casually and making improper requests.

“There’s more than rules in life, my prince.”

Roman tensed as he looked away from his book and up at Sir Deceit. He didn’t spend months if not years learning what the rules were for himself and the kingdom just for a guard to say that they weren’t important. “Rules define who a person is, Sir Deceit.” His voice was laced with bitterness he didn’t have the patience to apologize for.

Yet, Sir Deceit seemed oblivious to it as he shook his head. “They might define social norms and common courtesy, but they don’t do much more than that.”

Roman looked down at his book. He didn’t have time for this. Janus quietly sighed. “Would you like me to bring you something from the kitchen, Prince Roman?”

Roman didn’t bother to look up at the guard. “You’re dismissed, Sir Deceit.”

---

The uprising was ineluctable yet unscrupulous. Their power contended the sovereignty of their time with the insistence of their previous-

The sound of the plate in front of him brought him out of the pages and into the library. He blinked up at the food as his stomach let out a quiet growl. “I’m-” fine. His sentence was cut off by the sight of a yellow glove gently hanging at the side of the plate. He looked up, spotting Sir Deceit himself standing there. “I didn’t request this.”

Sir Deceit nodded once, the action too quick and smug for any possible hesitance to slip through. “I’m aware of that, Prince Roman.”

Roman let his shoulders drop slightly as he fiddled with one of the pages. “You can take that back to the kitchen,” he said through an exhale.

“A good king takes care of himself.”

Then I won’t be a good king. “I’m not king yet.”

“You’re practicing to become one, no?” Roman rolled his eyes. Even through his practices, most of the time he failed at the simplest traditions and memorization. “Roman, you have to take care of yourself. Even if you’re excited about your new position, you’re still… human.”

“I’m not excited about any of this,” the words were his own, but they left him without permission, only weighing heavily as he continued to talk, “I never asked to be a prince. I- I know I should be grateful, but…” He let his voice drift off with a long exhale picking up its place. His eyes drifted back to the book.

“Stand up.”

Roman chuckled as he looked up at Sir Deceit. “You’re a guard, you’re in no position to command a prince.”

Sir Deceit rolled his eyes with a faux smile on his face. “I would like to request you to stand up, my prince.” He held out a gloved hand out to Roman. Hesitation shined from the interaction, but Roman gently held Sir Deceit’s hand as he stood up.

Sir Deceit began walking as Roman followed along. They wandered through the old library, the silence stretching between them finding a comfortable place through their echoing footsteps. The guard turned around corners and hallways Roman had never seen, leading him to a wooden door that Sir Deceit opened with ease.

Roman quietly gasped at the cold air that hit him. It was a door that led outside. Sir Deceit gently tugged for him to go further, but Roman stood where he was. “I’m not allowed to go outside after dark.” He looked through the door with admiration. The sky was dark as he saw glimpses of tall spruce trees and small specks of stars.

Sir Deceit turned to him, a gentle smile on his face. Not one tinted with compassion, but one of adventure. “There’s more to life than social boundaries.”

And with a tug of his hand, Roman started slowly walking outside with his guard. The grass moved underneath his shoes. It would have done that in the day too, but it seemed so different with the quiet secretiveness.

It only took a few steps for Roman to stare at the stars. He saw them in old books and paintings hung across the walls, but he never saw them before. “What would have happened if I never brought you out here?” The question was quiet in a way that seemed rhetorical but it didn’t stop Roman from wondering.

He looked down from the stars and into Sir Deceit’s eyes. The golden one seemed to oddly glow. “I would’ve stayed in the library.”

“No, I mean long-term.” Roman found himself taking glances away from Sir Deceit’s eyes and towards the stars behind him. “You would’ve missed this.”

Roman shook his head. “I would’ve eventually seen them.”

Sir Deceit shrugged. “I’ve looked through the rules. You’re only allowed out this late a few times a year.”

“So you do know what the rules are.”

Sir Deceit shook his head slightly, a silent laugh of sorts. “I’m well aware of what they are. I just know they aren’t worth paying attention to. Especially compared to moments like this.”

Roman found himself nodding to the words as he looked at his fingers interlocked with Sir Deceit’s. He tested the waters, giving the hand a small squeeze. He received one in return without a response.

He barely thought before he pressed his lips onto Sir Deceit’s. His eyes closed, but he could still feel the stars. He took his free hand to cup Sir Deceit’s cheek, keeping him close into the kiss. A slow moment passed before he pulled away with a smile. “You’re something different, Sir Deceit.”

“It’s Janus.”

Roman’s smile faltered for a brief moment. “You aren’t supposed to say your real name. You could be permanently dismissed- if not exiled for such a thing.” Something set uncomfortably in his chest at the idea of not seeing Sir Dec- Janus’ golden eye again. Or to hear how a question dripped in sarcasm and politeness at the same time.

Janus pressed a quick kiss onto Roman’s lips. “Maybe I don’t care anymore, prince Roman.”

“Just Roman.”

A small smile fell onto Janus. “Your name reveal was a little less dramatic.”

Roman let a chuckle escape him. “It’s not my fault I wasn’t given a secret name.”

Janus gave Roman’s hand a light squeeze. “You don’t need one, I’ll just call you mine.”

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