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so glad today is our national brainrot holiday (big brother brasil 23 begins today)

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Inside World of Between Bramble & Briar

Here are the main settings of the tale; a glimpse into the world behind closed doors of Between Bramble & Briar.

The Sanctuary:~ A gothic themed nightclub, owned by Florian Voltaire. It makes use of a once derelict Romulan Chapel in the city of Dornbury.

Florian restored some of the religious architectural features, such as the stained glass windows, feeling it would've been a shame for their beauty to be lost. He adores the flamboyant stone work and tiled floors and feels that the space feels most alive and fulfilling of its purpose when people have gathered there. However, now they gather for music and a good time rather than to worship Romulus.

Stanley House:~ A stately home built around 200 years ago–in an age gone by. The lavious property sits on the outskirts of Briarbury, village, nestled in the hills of Dorndale County.

A long gravel driveway twists and winds through a coppice of oak, ash, and alder trees and circles the front of house fountain. The surrounding gardens are kept in fine fettle by a retired vole, Mr Waterdown, from the village. So Florian is never without a pristine and floral view from his sunroom and all the windows of his home.

Stanley House was purchased some 30 years ago by his father when Arthur was an infant and retitled the house in his families name.

Today, Arthur still resides at the property and holds dear the fond memories he has of his childhood there and a time when his mother was happy and well.

Once up in a time, he'd hoped to furnish it with a lady of the house and a litter of kits who could build their own fond memories, but he fears that dream has passed him by.

Downey Cottage:~ A quaint cottage in the middle of the sleepy hamlet; Hedgely Woodhouse. Surrounded by a well planted cottage garden, Mrs Blackthorn grows vegetables and herbs, as well as a hedgerow of berried shrubs. Along the west wall of the garden, she grows flowers in raised beds. The family often enjoys sunny afternoons on the little paito there. The lawn is flanked by a wilf flower meadow and a few established fruit trees that provide shade and their fruit come harvest season.

The inside of the home is just as lovely. The kitchen and heart of the home always smells of homemade delights, and the range keeps the house warm come winter. The cosy living room is host to an open fire, a small television, couch, Mr Blackthorns reading chair, and Mrs Blackthorns rocking chair, where she sits to knit and sew.

Upstairs are four bedrooms that were once shared by the seven Blackthorn children, while Ermine and Ada Blackthorn shared the master bathroom.

The Blackthorns home is the apiteny of what a family home would look and feel like. The walls are adorned with family portraits, and Mrs Blackthorn wouldn't be without her trinkets and Mr Blackthorn without his piano and books.

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MBO Robert's Rebellion: Episode 9

If this were like GOT this would be the big WOW episode. I guess it is in the sense of ‘WOW Tywin and Aerys FINALLY get divorced’.

btw we have skipped one year since last time. next is harrenhal go figure

Prev: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5, Episode 6, Episode 7, Episode 8

Next: Episode 10

title for this one: irreconcileable differences babes

Sumner Crakehall (+ retinue) & Arthur Dayne ride through the Kingswood: they’re here to take out the Kingswood Brotherhood, a band of outlaws. SUDDENLY: ambush!!!

Ringing steel, 20-30 dudes fighting it out under the trees. Lord Sumner Crakehall, battling a foe, has his back to an outlaw of great stature wielding an equally sizeable warhammer (that’s Big Belly Ben of the four line wiki fyi)

Just as BBB takes aim, a young Jaime Lannister  (15) leaps between the two, and with alarming alacrity manages to fight off the outlaw in Sumner’s defence. Their fight is shortly interrupted by a smaller man, dressed in what look like rags: he wears a half-crazed smile, and is eager for a challenge

Jaime vs the Smiling Knight etc. Both are extremely fast, and the Smiling Knight laughs every time he comes close to landing a blow. Jaime holds his ground impressively, till one blow comes close to taking his head off; in an Epic Move, Arthur Dayne abruptly intersects

SK and Arthur circle one another, Crakehall holding young Jaime back at the sidelines; the Smiling Knight announces he would like Ser Arthur’s Sword for himself - Arthur declares that he shall have it, then. This is the first time we see Arthur kill, and he is deadly efficient about it

When the Smiling Knight lays dead, all stand around in stunned silence, till Arthur approaches Jaime. He states that he would make the boy a knight, and Jaime wears his delight like a kid

Opening creds ⚔️

Jaime kneels in a tiny sept, lit only by a handful of candles. He’s praying earnestly to the Warrior. Arthur arrives and places a hand on his shoulder. Jaime is knighted in half a daze, and we see his white tunic turn red at the shoulders as the blade cuts him (I ask again GRRM: what the fuck). He rises, and Arthur looks him dead in the eye, pronouncing him a knight: somehow it sounds almost like a warning

Jaime on horseback, grinning like a fool, reaches a crossroads - he can head back to the Westerlands, or to the capital to visit Cersei. Buzzing with his excitement, Jaime chooses the latter

In King’s Landing: Elia Martell lies in bed, receiving a visit from her brother Oberyn: he holds her daughter Rhaenys. Rhaenys looks some months old, but it seems Elia isn’t recovered from the birth. Oberyn says that Elia ought to come home to Dorne where the air is cleaner, Elia smiles but won’t indulge the notion. When Oberyn tries to push it, she grows impatient at his insistence, and then fatigued; a nearby maester suggests that Oberyn ought to leave the Princess to rest

Cersei in Tywin’s solar; her father sits at his desk, writing in silence. Cersei pokes at the correspondence on his desk to see if anything is of interest, finds nothing. Eventually Tywin speaks to her, saying she’ll have heard of Elia’s poor health. Cersei says she has. Tywin suspects that Elia is not long for this world, and that Rhaegar will soon be in need of another wife for that all important male heir. Cersei smiles, taking the hint; Tywin looks like he’s almost smiling. Cute father-daughter moments <3

Tywin says he is also close to making a match for Jaime. Kill Bill sirens

Cat (17) and Lysa (15) at Riverrun, Cat braiding Lysa’s hair with flowers. The sisters are aware that a betrothal is impending, and Lysa is anxious - Jaime didn’t seem very interested last he was here. Cat assures her that both he and Lysa have grown now, and he’ll surely fall in love next he sees her - and in any case, he’s a far greater prospect than Petyr Baelish. Lysa considers this :/

Jaime rides up to King’s Landing, and is greeted at the Keep by Cersei. Jaime is hardly off his horse before he’s informing her of his knighthood, and a fugue look passes across Cersei’s face - another thing she’ll never have. Abruptly, she dismisses Jaime’s news and warns him of an impending threat. He must meet her in Eel Alley tonight, and she’ll tell him everything. Cersei rushes away, leaving Jaime perplexed

Rhaegar and Elia in Elia’s bedchambers. Rhaegar plays the harp for Rhaenys, and is pleased by his daughter’s interest in the sound. Elia thanks Rhaegar for coming to see her, and says she’s feeling better than she had the day before. Rhaegar agrees that is good. He tells her he has dreamt again, of a boy with silver hair - they will have a son. Elia says she’s not sure she’s ready for another child just yet; Rhaegar agrees, now is too soon, but when she is healed, she must tell him so. Elia, uneasy, agrees

Evening: Jaime wandering Eel Alley, checks the name of a tavern - enters, takes a room apparently by instruction and waits, confused. Eventually Cersei arrives in common garb, and before Jaime can ask further questions, she kisses him. From Jaime’s surprised expression, it looks as though this is a habit they’d almost fallen out of - but just as quickly they fall back into it

Aerys in some kind of dungeon with the pyromancers. He asks that they show him again how the substance works - can it be controlled? The pyromancers demonstrate, using a rat. Aerys is enchanted. He says there are prisoners at the Keep of no import, they can test on those next

Morning: Jaime wakes besides Cersei, looking deliriously happy. Cersei breaks the mood by informing him of the impending betrothal. Jaime isn’t thrilled: he supposes it could be worse, but Lysa’s sister was more - stops, catches himself. Cersei says it doesn’t have to be that way: Jaime’s already proved himself a great knight, so why doesn’t he prove himself greater still and join the Kingsguard?? Cersei’s stuck in King’s Landing after all and will probably be married to Rhaegar just as soon as his wife dies, so surely it all makes perfect sense?? Jaime is in two minds; Cersei kisses him over and over until Jaime, laughing, agrees

nice one jaime I’m sure this will work out well for you

We see Cersei whisper something to one of Elia’s ladies in the waiting; game of telephone begins, till this information is in the hands of Varys, who delivers it to the King himself

Skip forward some weeks: Tywin, apparently managing some dealings at the Rock, receives a missive from the King. He opens it, and looks STRICKEN

We watch Tywin walking through hallways in a single long shot (yes im the director here as well xo). His face is a fucking storm

Tywin goes to his son, demanding how this came about. It’s the first we’ve heard him shout. Jaime says he has no idea, insisting still under Tywin’s furious gaze, looks like a kid again. But, he suggests that perhaps he could simply decline? Tywin knows that’s not an option anymore: he walks out

A silent scene, in which we see Hoster break some news to Lysa; Lysa crumples on the spot

Later, in Tywin’s solar: there are many and various broken ornaments (probs priceless) lying about his desk. Tywin summons his maester, and tells him to write to the King that he finds himself unwell, and cannot return to King’s Landing: he must resign

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Que fique registrado...

Segue a lista dos que vivem no 'Pais das Maravilhas' !!!!

PRESO:

01) Anderson Torres - ex-ministro da justiça

02) Daniel Silveira - ex-deputado federal

03) Bismark - humorista, canal Hipócritas

04) Ivan Papo Reto - influencer

05) Serere - cacique

06) Gabriel Mont. - ex-vereador há + 5 meses

07) Mauro Cid - auxiliar de Bolsonaro

08) Max Guilherme - auxiliar de Bolsonaro

09) Sérgio Cordeiro - aux. de Bolsonaro

10) João Carlos - aux. de Bolsonaro

11) Ailton Gonçalves - aux. de Bolsonaro

12) Luís Marcos - aux. de Bolsonaro

13) Allan Frutuozo - jornalista

14) Divesos patriotas - 08/01/23

FORAGIDO:

15) Wellington Macedo - jornalista

16) Allan dos Santos - jornalista, site 3° Livre

17) Adriano Castro - Ex-BBB

CASSADO:

18) Pablo Marçal

19) Deltan Dallagnol

20) Jair Bolsonaro

DESMONETIZADO e MULTADO (alguns):

21) Monark

22) WALTER SOUZA BRAGA NETTO

23) CARLOS BOLSONARO

24) EDUARDO BOLSONARO

25) FLAVIO BOLSONARO

26) NIKOLAS FERREIRA

27) KIM PAIM

28) CARLA ZAMBELLI

29) GUSTAVO GAYER

30) LEANDRO RUSCHEL

31) SILVIO NAVARRO PEREJON

32) HENRIQUE DAMASCENO

33) LUCAS FERRUGEM

34) FILIPE SCHOSSLER

35) BARBARA ZAMBALDI

36) LUIZ PHILIPPE DE O. E BRAGANCA

37) PAULO EDUARDO LIMA MARTINS

38) BERNARDO PIRES KUSTER

39) ELISA BROM DE FREITAS

40) BEATRIZ KICIS DE SORDI

41) ERNANI FERNANDES B. NETO

42) THAIS RAPOSO DO AMARAL PINTO

43) ANDERSON AZEVEDO ROSSI

44) OTAVIO OSCAR FAKHOURY

45) RICARDO DE AQUINO SALLES

46) ANDRE PORCIUNCULA A. ESTEVES

47) ALEXANDRE RAMAGEM R.

48) PAULA MARISA C. DE OLIVEIRA

49) SARITA GONCALVES COELHO

50) DIEGO HENRIQUE GUEDES

51) MARCELO DE C. FRAGALI

52) JOSE PINHEIRO TOLENTINO

53) ROBERTO BEZERRA MOTTA

54) MARIO LUIS FRIAS

55) ROGER ROCHA MOREIRA

56) MICARLA ROCHA MELO

57) SILVIO GRIMALDO DE C.

58) FLAVIA FERRONATO

59) JAIRO MENDES LEAL

60) CAROLINE ROD. DE TONI

61) AUGUSTO PIRES PACHECO

62) PAULO VITOR SOUZA

63) BISMARK FABIO FUGAZZA

64) RODRIGO CONSTANTINO

65) ALEXANDRE DOS SANTOS

66) MAX GUILHERME M. DE MOURA

67) BRUNO CASTRO ENGLER

68) FLORENCIO DE ALMEIDA

69) FILIPE TOMAZELLI SABARA

DESMONETIZADO no Instagram e Facebook:

70) @Doprimido2

71) @MonicaMachado38

72) @PadraoAlexandre

73) @Damadeferroofic

74) @TexugoWick

75) @PATRIOTAS

76) @viniciuscfp

77) @viniciuscfpires

78) @AXELJORGE92

79) @eumesmavivi_

80) @ruirapina3

81) @rafaelbboa

82) @apropria_bia

83) @oiiuiz

84) @emb_resistencia

85) @thaispsic

86) @clauwild1

87) @dimacgarcia

88) @Fa1ryNight,

89) @Conservadora191

90) @FlviaLeo16

91) @mendesluizpaulo

92) @freu_rodrigues

93) @ViLiMiGu_Tex

94) @iaragb

95) @glovesnews

96) @alepavanellim

97) @BrazilFight

》》》 POVO DE ESQUERDA

SOLTO:

01) André do Rap

02) José Dirceu

03) Sergio Cabral

04) Lula

05) Flordelis

06) Chico Rodrigues

07) Renato Duque

08) Delúbio Soares

09) João Santana

10) Paulo Roberto Costa

11) André Vargas

12) Léo Pinheiro

13) Pedro Corrêa

14) Geddel

15) Jacob Barata Filho

16) Chaaya Moghrabi

17) Anthony Garotinho

18) Daurio Speranzini JR

19) Flávio Godinho

20) Eike Batista

21) Lélis Teixeira

22) Octacilio de Monteiro

23) Claudio de Freitas

24) Marcelo Traça

25) Eneas Bueno

26) Dayse Neves

27) Rogério Onofre

28) David Augusto

29) Miguel Iskin

30) Gustavo Estellita

31) Marco Antônio de Luca

32) Sérgio Côrtes

33) Orlando Diniz

34) Milton Lyra

35) Ricardo Rodrigues

36) Marcelo Sereno

37) Carlos Pereira

38) Adeilson Telles

39) Marcelo Martins

40) Arthur Pinheiro Machado

41) Marcos Lips

42) Carlos Martins

43) Sandro Lahmann

44) Cesar Monteiro

45) Sergio da Silva

46) Hudson Braga

47) Paulo Sergio Vaz

48) Athos Albernaz

49) Rony Hamoui

50) Oswaldo Prado Sanches

51) Antonio Albernaz

52) Roberta Prata

53) Marcelo Rzezinski

54) Daurio Júnior

ENGAVETADO:

55) Renan Calheiros

56) Aécio Neves

57) José Serra

58) Michel Temer

59) Alckmin

60) Guido Mantega

61) Rodrigo Maia

62) Gleisi Hoffmann

63) Eunício

64) Padilha

64) Moreira Franco

65) Jaques Wagner

O clamor popular vai obrigar a se escolher magistrados de carreira e verdadeiros juízes imparciais. Vamos divulgar. Se cada um enviar para as pessoas, só assim tomarão conhecimento dessa vergonha!

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(Observação, como o Tumblr apenas deixa as enquetes durarem um dia ou uma semana, esse é a duração da enquete nesse post, mas ela terá a duração mínima de três dias, e, se eu puder jogar nesse dia, o resultado nesse dia irá decidir quem irá sair. Mas por causa de coisas da vida real e tal, existe a chance de acontecer algum contratempo e eu não puder jogar, então irei considerar o resultado do dia que eu puder jogar)

(Também pra quem não sabe esse blog é meio que um BBB de Ordem, e mostra os acontecimentos na Casa. Escolha votar baseado no RPG mesmo ou baseado nos acontecimentos da Casa no blog, vocês que decidem 👍)

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Arthur Aguiar celebra 10 meses do filho com festa temática de novela: ‘Diego Maldonado’

O ator, cantor e ex-BBB Arthur Aguiar, de 35 anos, que tem entre seus primeiros trabalhos de destaque em Rebelde (2011-12), comemorou os 10 meses do filho caçula, Gabriel, com uma festa com o tema da famosa novela teen. Com direito aos famosos uniformes azuis do colégio Elite Way, o campeão do BBB 22 ainda estava com a esposa e a filha. A influenciadora Jheny Santucci , de 24 anos, e Sophia, de…

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Campeão do BBB 22, Arthur Aguiar detona desempenho de Davi: "Não é jogador"

Arthur Aguiar bota a boca no trombone, detona desempenho de Davi no ‘Big Brother Brasil 24’ e reforça que o baiano não ganha provas Na última segunda-feira (25), o ator Arthur Aguiarbotou a boca no trombone e detonou o desempenho de Davi no Big Brother Brasil 24. Sincerão, o campeão da 22ª edição declarou que não considera o baiano “jogador“, como ele mesmo se denomina. A declaração foi feita…

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Suposta volta de Rebelde Brasil leva fãs à loucura

Segundo colunista, o grupo fará uma turnê de reencontro em 2024

Parece que Arthur Aguiar, Lua Blanco, Chay, Mel, Micael e Sophia Abrahão estarão juntos no palco novamente e só a possibilidade já deixou os fãs da novela e do grupo animados.

Segundo a colunista Fábia Oliveira, uma turnê de reencontro está prevista para março e abril de 2024.

Nesta semana, Arthur Aguiar apareceu nas redes sociais para comentar o retorno do grupo. O ex-BBB explicou que a organização não é tao simples e que só faria sentido se todos os integrantes topassem.

“Por mim, seria incrível, uma experiência incrível, sobrenatural poder viver isso novamente. Mas Micael teria que topar, o Chay, a Lua, a Sophia, a Mel, e cada um hoje está em um momento diferente da vida. Com outras prioridades… Então, eu acho muito difícil, a gente conseguir que todos os seis queiram participar agora. É complexo. Eu amaria viver isso depois de 10 anos, ter a oportunidade de nós seis nos reunirmos e encontrarmos vocês”, disse ele.

Após a nova notícia, os nomes dos artistas entraram para os assuntos mais comentados do X, antigo Twitter, onde os fãs celebraram e ainda questionaram a real presença dos seis membros do grupo.

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Ator contou que perdeu acesso na Globo após a participação no BBB e confessa frustração No episódio desta semana do programa “Otalab”, do Canal UOL, apresentado por Otaviano Costa, o ator Arthur Aguiar, de 34 anos, foi o convidado especial. Durante a atração, o vencedor do BBB 22 comentou sobre sua passagem no maior reality show do país e abriu sobre a péssima relação com a emissora após o programa. No bate-papo com Otaviano, Arthur falou sobre a falta de convites e oportunidades na Globo. Ele foi o primeiro integrante do camarote a ganhar o BBB, mesmo assim não foi chamado para participar de outros programas da emissora. Na entrevista, Arthur explicou que não entendeu a atitude, pois já tinha sete anos de casa. Ele ainda completou: “Eles que me chamaram, não fui eu que bati lá na porta e falei 'por favor, gente, deixa eu fazer o Big Brother'. O ator afirmou que entenderia se não fosse um artista do canal. "Antes do programa, eu tinha muito mais entrada na casa. Venci o programa de maior audiência e investimento e aí nada aconteceu. Não entra na minha cabeça. Eles têm todo o direito, óbvio, de não querer, mas se eu fosse um artista que não tem nenhum vínculo com a casa e ganhasse, tudo bem." No programa, Arthur também falou sobre paternidade, cuidados com a saúde e planos para a carreira. Link do programa na íntegra: https://www.youtube.com/live/KLMyRPkd4rY?si=KMvF6QqusSgBwIRx Crédito: Yasmin Seda

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Acusação grave Jheny Santucci defende Arthur Aguiar após ator ser acusado de maltratar funcionários

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Between Bramble & Briar. Home for Yule ~ Part One. (SFW)

AUTHOR NOTE: This episode is a cute, cosy, and SFW (a smidge suggestive, in parts) glimpse into the Blackthorn's traditional Yuletide family festivities.

WORD COUNT: 2442

TAGLIST: @caxycreations

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Over the crackled, charcoal surface of the Yule log, amber flames flickered. Beneath, the ember glowed. The fire would burn all night, slowly consuming the feast of its fat log. Downey Cottage would be kept warm and cosy throughout this, the longest night.

This time of year was truly one for feasting. Ada Blackthorn had spent four months stowing away Yuletide provisions in her pantry, as she did every year until the time was right to spend three days preparing her traditional feast. The shortest day of the year was one in which the Blackthorn's spent the most time eating. From pies and nut roasts to cakes, biscuits and buns, platters of crackers, conserves, and cheese, the sideboard in the kitchen was laden with many delicious treats. Ermine's part to play began in the cellar in late August when he'd harvested all the fruit and barley he required to make his meads and wines. This annual tradition usually ended with the old mouse, drunk and singing himself to sleep in his armchair, come dawn after he'd shared all the fables and tales he could muster.

Taking after his found father, with a full belly and what remained of his mulled wine in hand, Arthur retired to the Blackthorn's couch.

It was a given that he'd been invited to share in their festivities, yet he could never escape being the odd one out. Now, the nest of some two dozen merry mice had left their abode to watch the Battle of the Holly and Oak Kings—as was tradition. It was being reenacted in a little coppice of trees on the way out of the hamlet toward his own village: Briarbury. Furfolk from four villages around gathered to watch as the moon hung high in the mid-winter sky. All bundled up and full of food and cheer, glad that the rebirth of the sun was upon them. But tonight, Arthur didn't plan to join in.

Downing the last mouthful of his mulled wine, he found it cool and less pleasant, but it couldn't put a dampener on an otherwise pleasant day.

At ten o'clock, he'd pulled in at Briarbury train station from Dornbury. He always closed The Sanctuary during Yuletide.

From there, it was a short walk home to change his clothes and shed his Florian facade. Then, another walk, only a few minutes more, into Hedgley Woodhouse to Downey Cottage.

Beneath his feet, a dusting of snow chilled his paws, but the scarf about his neck kept the wind from biting. He anticipated that the Blackthorn's home would be as scorching as July. The range would have been on all the day prior and perhaps even through the night. Ermine would have already stoked the fire in the living room, ready to receive the Yule log, not to mention the number of bodies bustling about the home.

And he was right—the place was heaving! All the Blackthorn children and their spouses had arrived. He could have sworn there were more pups every year.

Letting himself in through the front door, he ducked inside and was immediately hit by an overload of stimuli: the chatter and laughter, the smell of home cooking, and the heat! It was the same every year, and every year, it filled his heart with gladness to be a part of it all. This was true family life. This was his secret dream, and each Yule, he got to immerse himself in the illusion that it was his own.

"Aup, Art! S'good to see you. Keeping well?" A familiar face greeted, thrusting a warm furless paw into his and giving it as hearty a shake as a five-foot mouse could muster. It was one of the Blackthorn brothers.

Weaving his way down the hall, he was met with a warm welcome from every mouse he came across and stripped of his coat and scarf by the mice that felt like kin.

"Make yourself at home."

"Mam! Artie is here!" Someone called toward the kitchen.

"How goes business then?" A mouse asked, pulling his pipe from his lips and allowing a plume of smoke to be free of his snout.

"Dad has outdone himself with the mead this year, mate. Here, get some down ya." A pint of brown was put into his hand.

"I heard there was some nasty business in Dornbury–"

"–Oh, damned rats causing trouble again, is it?"

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"Did you hear about it, Artie?"

"Go on, get on wi'ya! Leave the poor lad be!" Ada's usually gentle voice barked through the cacophony when she appeared in the hallway. Although she stood barely four feet tall, the portly and bonny-looking mouse was the Queen of her castle. She had raised a nest of mouse pups—five boys as wild and roving as brambles. She wasn't to be messed with—a maternal veteran with a heart of gold and nerves of steel.

Once she'd wiped her dainty paws on her floral pinny, she reached up for Arthur's arm and pulled him to her. She didn't have to ask; he knew the drill and leaned down so she could brush her fingers through the trim of his cheek fur and give him a kiss.

"Lovely to have you home, sweetheart." Her smile plumped her rosy cheeks as she spoke.

"Sorry, chaps, I'll catch you later." Arthur looked back apologetically, though internally glad of the rescue. He was led through a passage under the stairs, past the cellar door, and down a step into the kitchen.

"Offf, what a rabble." Ada tittered, rolling her blackberry eyes. "I've got a bramley pie in here with your name on it, love. I've been batting them off like flies all morning."

Arthur laughed. Mrs Blackthorn always let him have the first slice, seeing as it was his favourite flavour pie. That warm feeling he adored, dare he call it motherly love, filled his chest.

"Ad–"

"Ah ah! Less of that young man." She wouldn't abide him calling her by her given name.

"Mam–" he corrected, his ears folded bashfully. "–but it's not even lunchtime yet."

"Suit yourself. But I can't keep them off it much longer. It'll be gone by lunch and cold, too, if you don't tuck in now."

The heat gathered the closer they got to the range. Now, standing on the kitchen's terracotta tiles, the chill in his paws had thawed completely. He scrunched his toes into his pads, enjoying how the numbness melted into toasty warmth.

Most of the family's women were gathered around the kitchen table. Their chatter was lilting and choral.

Upon the lap of one such sister sat a pretty little pup. Her single curl tied in a crimson bow between the dishlike ears she had years to grow into, and the pretty broadie anglaise frills of her frock matched in colour. She was indeed a beauty. Her beady eyes peered at him through the crowd of her kin like ripe damsons. Perhaps he was the first ferret she had ever seen, but the sweet little thing wasn't frightened of how he towered over her aunts; instead, she beamed, grinning with only her two front teeth to show for it.

Her fixation on him turned a few heads, and then a new wave of welcomes began.

"Aw Arthur, it's good to see you love."

He was beckoned to sit at the table and nudged along by Mrs Blackthorn, who presented him with a fat slice of bramley pie accompanied by a mountain of whipped cream.

"Ya' keeping well?" Someone asked, rubbing his back to warm him to the seat he'd found.

"That big city is being kind, I hope." His mead was pushed aside the moment he set it down. A cup and saucer took its place, and from over the table, one of the sisters poured him a cup of tea from the pot that had been steeping. Another sister added a spoonful of sugar, and then another furnished his saucer with an oat and raisin biscuit that neared the size of the saucer itself.

"Oh, yes, especially with all that ratty business that's been in the paper."

"We don't have to talk about that, do we?" The mother of the pup scowled as she handed her baby over.

Without question, Arthur took hold of the infant and smiled down at her as she began to coo.

"Isn't she a beauty?" A familiar voice chirped from behind. Searching for a face, he found her to his right—Lillie Blackthorn, the youngest of the Blackthorn siblings, though she was by no means the baby of the family anymore. She was a woman now—he wished he hadn't noticed.

Usually, Lillie would have stood a foot below his shoulder, but as he was sitting, they were about the same height. Her treacle-coloured eyes glistened as they caught the cool winter sunlight pouring in through the window, and they warmed it. Her smile was warmer still.

"Uh, yes, a beauty. I think I'm in love."

"With a mouse?" A few of the women giggled in unison.

"What're you like, Arthur? You're so funny." They shook their heads at the comedy.

"He'd be potty to not fall for our little Lottie." The mother cooed as she tapped the twitchy pink nose of her pup. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

"She is absolutely adorable." Lillie joined in the giggling but couldn't deflect Arthur from noticing how her ears twitched backwards before she centred herself. For a while, he'd been wondering what all the little mannerisms, one-second displays of disappointment, crest falleness, sorrow, and yearning summed up to mean. He hoped he was reading her wrong. His assumption, if proven, would be devastating.

Pulling up a stool, Lillie wedged herself between one of her sisters and Arthur and stole the biscuit from his saucer without a care. It looked like she was fine, after all. There's no need for him to worry... Or so he thought...

"You know, not everyone Mates their own kind these days," Lillie announced.

"Being at that University is going to your head, girl." Her sister yoinked at her ear. Their disapproval was real but gently spoken, with concern, love, and a little bit of comedy to help it go down.

"You'll think differently when you meet the right mouse." Another said.

Arthur kept quiet, now four spoonfuls into the bramley pie. He licked the tart-tasting, jammy juices from his lips and sipped his tea. It washed it all down quite pleasantly.

"And before you know it, you're married and have a pup on the way."

"What if I have kits instead?" Lillie asked nonchalantly, rhetorically, as she tickled her niece's chin.

Amidst the chorus of cackles—as if she had cracked the century's funniest joke—Arthur felt a tail slip over the top of his thigh beneath the table. It came from his right-hand side, which meant it was Lillie's. As if her comment hadn't been enough, a tightness took over his hips, and his tail bolted straight as the bushy tip of hers flicked further into his inner thigh. It was all too much! It caused the last mouthful of his tea to burble back up his throat and ensnared him—sending him into a fit of coughing and spluttering into a closed fist, unable to keep any composure. Wide and bewildered, his eyes found Lillie, who grinned deviously. Those treacle eyes had darkened salaciously as she peered up at him through her lashes. It was only for a second, but he couldn't mistake the desire in them. What did that mean?

Then, her nose twitched, and like a switch had been flipped, a musical thrill of innocent girlish giggles came from her.

"It's just a thought. Things are different in the city. You see all sorts there."

"Well, never you mind what happens in the city. The city isn't for girls like you, my Lil' Liza." Ada's hand found her daughter's shoulder as she placed a slice of pie before her and kissed the back of her ear lovingly. "You get your education and come right on home to where you belong. Tommy isn't going to wait forever."

Thomas Barlstep—Lillie's ex-boyfriend. A barley field mouse and son of Ermine's Skittles club and school pal, Frances Barlstep. Tommy was held in high regard by the Blackthorn's. He was an ol' country boy, a hard-working barley farmer like his father. He lived up to his family name and was a sunny sort of fellow, if not a bit simple. But he was kind and seemed a fit husband for their precious youngest daughter, who they thought needed her wild taming—a bumpkin would do just right.

The conversation erupted into how sweet Tommy was, how good a match he was, and how impressive his show of strength at that year's summer fate was. While her mother and sisters were distracted, Arthur noticed how Lillie sighed. How she toyed with her food rather than attempt to eat even a spoonful and the biscuit she'd pinched lay on the table missing only two bites.

"I've brought you a present." Arthur leant down to whisper near her ear as he laid his paw over the brush of her tail, which was still on his thigh.

Her closest ear flicked back to home in on his voice, and a moment later, her eyes found his. "Me too. It's in Dad's study." Lillie grinned, the inners of her ears flushing pinker. Meanwhile, her tail coiled over his fingers in an embrace. "Let's sneak out."

Arthur clutched onto her tail a bit tighter to dissuade her from leaving her seat just yet. "I've not finished my pie, and neither have you."

Although he could tell she really wanted to roll her eyes, instead, she resigned and enthusiastically dug a fork into the crust and finished Arthur's tea while she was at it. Lapping the fruity filling from her lips and dusting the crumbs from her snout, she blinked up at Arthur to see if he was finally satisfied enough to leave.

"Come on, before Vince gets here and whisks you away." Lillie's whispy tail eagerly coiled Arthur's wrist as she rose from the table to lead him away.

There was no way his leaving could be discreet. As he stood, he towered above the table and its occupants, the tips of his ears only an inch shy of the overhead beams.

"Where are you two off to?" Ada asked, though not accusatory or suspicious, just curious.

"We've got some books to share," Arthur explained with a simple smile.

"It's for school, Mammy."

"Alright, sweetheart. If you see your father, tell him there's a slice of pie for him in here."

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