#black and pink and white and silver my beloved

[urmomsfavelesbian]

i am consistently being driven insane by her 😌

[aurorasgate]

Hi! I would like to request pumpkin + lifting you up with Sephiroth :)

sephiroth x reader

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living in midgar it was sometimes easy to forget the lushness of the world outside of it. the way dirt smells under the sun, the sound of dried leaves crunching underfoot, the freshness of the air in an almost chilling breeze that nips at the tip of your nose. and the colors; so vibrant and warm compared to the metal and mako city, especially in autumn when midgar begins to be painted in shades of gray and cold blues.

the seemingly endless world in front of you now however is full of oranges, yellows and greens. a bright blue sky and puffy white clouds. your beloved patiently waiting for you to take it all in when you thought he might be doing the same considering he had never been to a pumpkin patch before but sephiroths gaze is only on you.

and so easily does he steal your attention too. sephiroth looks especially heavenly here, you think as though you hadn’t thought that of him in any other place you’ve been together. though he’s wearing his normal dark colors, this long black coat has never seen battle and is made of wool rather than leather, the turtle neck underneath a soft gray and not soldier issued but fits him just as tightly, bringing out the broadness of his chest and his slim waist.

it’s been so long since you’ve been to a place like this and to have sephiroth here with you it feels like a dream, a far off memory swirling with the longing wishes of your heart. you can hardly remember when you told him about picking pumpkins for painting and carving when you were younger, before moving to midgar, and when he told you he’d be taking you out of the city today and to dress warm, you hadn’t expected him to bring you here.

you hadn’t even known this farm was here on the outskirts of kalm. it’s currently quiet, only a few other figures in the near distance browsing the other vegetables for sale or walking through the pumpkin patch behind the small stalls of other goods but based on the size of this place, it was well loved by many. 

wanting to take advantage of the small crowd, you wrap both of your arms around one of sephiroths and pull him through the arching entrance made of different kinds of pumpkins and squash. ignoring all of the eyes that follow you both, you lead him straight down the path to the pumpkin patch.

“now to pick the perfect two!” you smile up at him, holding onto his arm tighter as though he might lose you in the crowd of pumpkins, wondering if the pink on his cheeks is due to the cold or something else.

“lead the way,” sephiroth replies, a soft smile tugging at his lips, the mako in his eyes with a twinkle of mirth that makes your heart skip a beat. 

shortening his steps to match in time with yours, you make your way down the first row of wilted leaves and round pumpkins. he watches as you intently look over them, at first not finding any worthy enough to consider but when you finally do stop, letting go over him to inspect it further, he crosses his arms and asks, “what exactly makes a pumpkin good for carving?” 

“i guess it depends on what you want to carve into it,” you answer, moving onto another one a few steps away and picking it up. it’s taller than it is wide, the stem a little off center and heavy enough that after a moment you rest it on your middle so as to not drop it and with a nostalgic heart filled laugh, you continue. “when i was younger my grandma's rule was always ‘if you can carry it, you can take it home’ so that’s the first step.” not that it applies to a man who could lift anything here with little effort but the sentiment feels the same. you use your thigh to help you get a better hold on it to show to sephiroth and when you’re ready, you look back and up at him with a wide smile. “i think i like this one for you. what do you think?”

sleek silver strands frame his softened features as he bends down to inspect it as you had but really he only looks at it for a moment before his sparkling mako eyes are only on you. 

“looks perfect.” 

you both know he’s not talking about the pumpkin but before you can react, he’s suddenly so close you can smell the flora of his shampoo and the mint on his breath in your quick intake of air as your feet are swept from underneath you without warning. holding onto your pumpkin tightly, you yelp at the sudden movement and are easily, quickly, settled in sephiroths arms. left staring helplessly, lovingly, up at him with your cheeks burning and your heart beating fast but not at the loss of solid ground. 

you feel so delicate, so safe, in his hold and it’s as though you’re the only two in the entire universe as he looks down at you in his arms, pieces of his bangs falling from his shoulder and catching the light of the sun in an angelic glow that matches his transcendent slitted eyes and the silky timber of his voice that holds every bit of the smile adorning his perfect pink lips and the truth of his promise to always take you with him because wherever you are together is home.

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[ai-manre]

Hang on king, a true warrior queen is coming

The strength he admires:

Val stood on the platform as still as if she had been carved of salt. She will not weep nor look away. Jon wondered what Ygritte would have done in her place. The women are the strong ones. - Jon III ADWD

Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon's long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. - Dany IX ADWD

The shared loneliness:

Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone. - Jon V ASOS

She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone. - Dany VII ADWD

Lonely lovely lethal:

All the same, the wildling princess was not beloved of her gaolers. She scorned them all as "kneelers," and had thrice attempted to escape. When one man-at-arms grew careless in her presence she had snatched his dagger from its sheath and stabbed him in the neck. Another inch to the left and he might have died. Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. - Jon III ADWD

Xaro took another bite, chewed, swallowed. "Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence. A child departed Qarth, as lost as she was lovely. I feared she was sailing to her doom, yet now I find her here enthroned, mistress of an ancient city, surrounded by a mighty host that she raised up out of dreams." - Dany III ADWD

Silver hair:

Beyond, the haunted forest waited, dark and silent. The light of the half-moon turned Val's honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. "The air tastes sweet." - Jon VIII ADWD

Dany's skin was flushed and pink when she climbed from the tub. Jhiqui laid her down to oil her body and scrape the dirt from her pores. Afterward Irri sprinkled her with spiceflower and cinnamon. While Doreah brushed her hair until it shone like spun silver, she thought about the moon, and eggs, and dragons. - Dany III AGOT

Wish for a dragon/wish for a rider:

We should have twenty trebuchets, not two, and they should be mounted on sledges and turntables so we could move them. It was a futile thought. He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three. - Jon VIII ASOS

The dragon has three heads. There are two men in the world who I can trust, if I can find them. I will not be alone then. We will be three against the world, like Aegon and his sisters. - Dany VI ASOS

Wishing for a dragon/wishing for someone to love a dragon:

"The Lysene pirate? Some say he has returned to his old haunts, this is so. And Lord Redwyne's war fleet creeps through the Broken Arm as well. On its way home, no doubt. But these men and their ships are well-known to us. No, these other sails … from farther east, perhaps … one hears queer talk of dragons."

Jon: "Would that we had one here. A dragon might warm things up a bit." - Jon IX ADWD

She was the blood of the dragon. She could kill the Sons of the Harpy, and the sons of the sons, and the sons of the sons of the sons. But a dragon could not feed a hungry child nor help a dying woman's pain. And who would ever dare to love a dragon? - Dany II ADWD

Shared prayers

Gods of the wood, grant me the strength to do the same, Jon Snow prayed silently. Give me the wisdom to know what must be done and the courage to do it. - Jon VII ADWD

Gods, she prayed, you took Khal Drogo, who was my sun-and-stars. You took our valiant son before he drew a breath. You have had your blood of me. Help me now, I pray you. Give me the wisdom to see the path ahead and the strength to do what I must to keep my children safe. - Dany V ADWD

Winter rose/flowers instead of violence:

If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens [...]

Ygritte: "Then I'd push him in a stream or throw a bucket o' water on him. Anyhow, men shouldn't smell sweet like flowers."

Jon: "What's wrong with flowers?" - Jon V ASOS

A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . . - Dany IV ADWD

"No heads," Dany insisted. "Once you brought me flowers." - Dany VII ADWD

Ruler of ruins:

He stalked across the yard, into the teeth of that wind. His cloak flapped loudly from his shoulders. Ghost came after. Where am I going? What am I doing? Castle Black was still and silent, its halls and towers dark. My seat, Jon Snow reflected. My hall, my home, my command. A ruin. - Jon VI ADWD

I am queen over a city built on dust and death. - Dany I ADWD

Turned off by their crushes due to violence against innocent:

"North of the Wall it is. Hemlock is a sure cure, but a pillow or a blade will work as well. If I had given birth to that poor child, I would have given her the gift of mercy long ago." This was a Val that Jon had never seen before. "Princess Shireen is the queen's only child." - Jon XI ADWD

Daario: "Better the butcher than the meat. All kings are butchers. Are queens so different?"

Dany: "This queen is." - Dany IV ADWD

Compassion and desire to save an entire people:

"Thousands of enemies. Thousands of wildlings."

Thousands of people, Jon thought. Men, women, children. Anger rose inside him, but when he spoke his voice was quiet and cold. - Jon VIII ADWD

"When Aegon the Dragon stepped ashore in Westeros, the kings of Vale and Rock and Reach did not rush to hand him their crowns. If you mean to sit his Iron Throne, you must win it as he did, with steel and dragonfire. And that will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done."

Blood and fire, thought Dany. The words of House Targaryen. She had known them all her life. "The blood of my enemies I will shed gladly. The blood of innocents is another matter. Eight thousand Unsullied they would offer me. Eight thousand dead babes. Eight thousand strangled dogs." - Dany II ASOS

Warrior princess:

Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. - Jon XI ADWD

Dany mounted her silver. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest. She felt desperately afraid. Was this what my brother would have done? She wondered if Prince Rhaegar had been this anxious when he saw the Usurper's host formed up across the Trident with all their banners floating on the wind. She stood in her stirrups and raised the harpy's fingers above her head for all the Unsullied to see. "IT IS DONE!" she cried at the top of her lungs. "YOU ARE MINE!" She gave the mare her heels and galloped along the first rank, holding the fingers high. "YOU ARE THE DRAGON'S NOW! YOU'RE BOUGHT AND PAID FOR! IT IS DONE! IT IS DONE!" - Dany III ASOS

No one was calling her Daenerys the Conqueror yet, but perhaps they would. Aegon the Conqueror had won Westeros with three dragons, but she had taken Meereen with sewer rats and a wooden cock, in less than a day. - Dany VI ADWD

A coppersmith had fashioned her a suit of burnished rings to wear to war. She accepted it with fulsome thanks; it was lovely to behold, and all that burnished copper would flash prettily in the sun, though if actual battle threatened, she would sooner be clad in steel. Even a young girl who knew nothing of the ways of war knew that. - Dany I ADWD

Ten years ago I would have sensed what Daenerys meant to do. Ten years ago I would have been quick enough to stop her. Instead he had stood befuddled as she leapt into the pit, shouting her name, then running uselessly after her across the scarlet sands. - The Queensguard ADWD

Wildling/no southron lady:

"And yes, I will take your women too. I have no need of blushing maidens looking to be protected, but I will take as many spearwives as will come." - Jon V ADWD

The carcass was too heavy for him to bear back to his lair, so Drogon consumed his kill there, tearing at the charred flesh as the grasses burned around them, the air thick with drifting smoke and the smell of burnt horsehair. Dany, starved, slid off his back and ate with him, ripping chunks of smoking meat from the dead horse with bare, burned hands. In Meereen I was a queen in silk, nibbling on stuffed dates and honeyed lamb, she remembered. What would my noble husband think if he could see me now? Hizdahr would be horrified, no doubt. But Daario … Daario would laugh, carve off a hunk of horsemeat with his arakh, and squat down to eat beside her. - Dany XI ADWD

Shared pet plays!

Jon squatted to let the direwolf close his jaws around his wrist, tugging his hand back and forth. It was a game they played. But when he glanced up, he saw Ygritte watching with eyes as wide and white as hen's eggs. - Jon VI ACOK

Drogon looped his neck around to nip at her hand. His teeth were very sharp, but he never broke her skin when they played like this. Dany laughed, and rolled him back and forth until he roared, his tail lashing like a whip. It is longer than it was, she saw, and tomorrow it will be longer still. - Dany IV ASOS

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[corpsekiller]

Hey, welcome back ^^!! How about a fluffy drabble about Gintoki and his s/o on an arcade date? Gin seems like the type of guy that would try to win a plush from a UFO catcher machine to impress his partner only to end up losing like $50 lmao. Thank you!!

my beloved anon, i'm so sorry you had to wait so long for your request. i really loved writing this and i hope you like it <3

PAIRING. sakata gintoki x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. fluff, language

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The static hum of the neon lights fills the arcade, irradiating the endless rows of claw machines and blinking game screens with a flickering hue of pink, green and blue. The laughter of other couples and small children echoe around you and you can faintly smell the sweetness of cotton candy and waffles, though right now, your focus is solely on the silver-haired samurai by your side who's staring down a UFO catcher machine like it just ate the last of his beloved chocolate parfait.

"Alright, Strawberry-san," he mutters lowly and cracks his knuckles, glaring at the red plushie that stares back at him with beady black eyes and an innocent smile. “You think you’re so smug, sitting there just out of reach… well, guess what? I’m taking you down.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle a laugh because somehow, he's acting like he's preparing for a battle against worst enemy and not a simple machine made from metal and plastic, without a soul and mind — judging by the way he stares at the joystick beneath his hands though, you're afraid he might actually start throwing punches at the thick glass separating him from the plushie.

With a flourish, he jams in his first coin.

A giggle escapes you, sweet and lighthearted, despite the gravity etched into his facial expression, but he doesn't pay much attention to you. Instead, he glares at the claw, his brows furrowed in deep concentration as he maneuvers it just above the plush before he slams the button with palm of his hand and leans forward.

His nose is almost pressed up against the window, though he doesn't seem to care much about how foolish he actually looks. No, he's too caught up in watching the claw descend slowly, teetering before it latches — well, sort of grazes — the plush. The strawberry trembles, then it tumbles back into the pile.

"Y'know, I read somewhere these machines are always rigged. Maybe we could just get ice cream instead?" You ask with a grin, leaning against him.

"Rigged?" He scoffs, offering you an offended look before he turns back towards the machine with narrowed eyes. His mouth curves into a soft frown as he fiddles in the pocket of his pants, searching for some lose change to feed the machine with. "This? Rigged? Listen, my pride’s on the line. I’m not letting some overpriced heap of metal and gears get the best of me. I have a reputation to uphold here."

"Alright, go on," you snort amusedly, motioning towards the claw machine. "I won't stop you from wasting more money, Gin."

One coin turns into five, then ten.

At this point, he's already stringing together foul insults you didn't even know were part of his vocabulary, sputtering curses and excuses under his breath like this machine was probably designed by aliens and if I were twenty years younger, I’d dismantle this thing with my bare hands while his hands maneuver the claw, tightening dangerously around the joy sticks.

There's a vein popping between his creased brows, pulsing steadily as Gintoki's frustration rises to something akin to sheer hatred for the machine. The knuckles of his fingers turn white under the brute force of his grasp around the controls, so intense that you actually think you can hear the wires snap under the building tension of his strength.

"How about I give it a try, hm?" You offer with a wide grin, sneakily reaching for the controls, but you only come as far as brushing the tips of your fingers over the surface before Gintoki is already stopping you.

“Hey, hey, don’t go underestimating me," he tuts with one hand gently clasped around your wrist, slowly shaking his head as if you just insulted his entire bloodline by offering to try and win the plushie yourself. "If I don’t beat this thing, what kind of samurai am I? I’ll be known as the guy who lost a duel to a strawberry plush. Can’t have that on my resume.”

With a sigh — and perhaps a hint of desperation — he inserts yet another coin. Slowly, the claw drifts down for the nth time that day, wobbles unsteadily, and, in a miracle, grips the strawberry plush. Your jaw drops in disbelief and your boyfriend inhales sharply, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth, his expression eerily unreadable as he presses the button.

"Come on," he mumbles, a single drop of sweat trailing down his temple. "Come on, don't disappoint me."

The claw begins its painfully slow journey upwards and for a second, you're convinced he might actually win this time — both your faces are pressed up against the window, your hot breath fogging up the window as the two of you watch every small movement, completely mesmerized.

But then, the machine quivers and, with a devastating drop that causes both of you to scream in horror, the claw releases its hold and sends the strawberry plush back into the endless pile. For a moment, you just gape through the glass, trying to process what just happened before you slowly turn your face to catch a glimpse of Gintoki.

"Y'know," he says quietly, mindlessly staring off into space. "Maybe I was wrong. Some things are just... unattainable."

Disappointment hangs to every word he speaks, lips curved into a soft pout and — wait a second, are those seriously tears pricking at the corners of his eyes!? God, he's so dramatic, it's almost adorable.

"Gintoki, you know it's fine, right?" You smile softly, lifting your hand to give his arm a reassuring squeeze. "It’s a silly plush. I’d rather have you win me some takoyaki or, like, a bottle of strawberry milk. Besides... you've already won the most important thing."

"And that would be?"

"My heart, you idiot," you reply with a chuckle, nudging him with your elbow.

He glances at you, a little surprised, and then he quickly looks away, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Geez, you’re so easy to please. How’d I get so lucky?”

Before you can answer, he slips an arm around you to pull you closer and presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

“Alright, no more of this sappy stuff. C’mon, I’ll get you some ice cream and a good ol' strawberry milk. Forget the stupid plush," he announces proudly like you were the one sobbing crocodile tears over a lost game against a machine mere seconds ago. Still, you don't fail to notice how his cheeks flush and the corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile — the tears have subsided along with his overdramatic act, the catcher machine apparently long forgotten as he drags you away.

But as you walk out of the arcade with his arm around your shoulders, you notice he keeps glancing back at the machine, almost like he's promising to come back and try again someday. Sure, he's been defeated by nothing more than metal and gears, but with you here, nestled safely against his side, he looks more than satisfied.

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a poll inspired by @delphissoracle's poll!!! vote on that too and also this one ofc we all love clicking buttons in this household 🩵

❌ NO PURPLE OPTION ❌ I LOVE YOU PURPLE 💜 BUT THAT'S TOO EASY ❌

mandatory this is a silly poll i made about my beloved and you can interpret this however you want go wild go free but you can get nuanced in the tags if you want i wanna see all your thoughts

[violettduchess]

A/N: Vincent won the poll and with it, this kiss fic!

"This sadness will last forever" were supposedly Vincent Van Gogh's final words.

WC: 470

Trying to describe how it feels when Vincent kisses you makes you wish you were as talented with words as Dazai or Arthur. How can you possibly describe the feeling that floods you when he tenderly cups your face in his hands, eyes as blue as eternity, and leans down, softly pressing his lips against yours? 

You are one of his beloved sunflowers, cacophonous and bright, baring your soul to the radiant blue sky, joy beaming from every corner of your heart. You are the strong branches of the almond tree in spring, riotous with pink and white blossoms, each petal a happy sigh that escapes you. You are the black spire stretching itself up up up into the expansive starry night, reaching with your whole soul for the stars.

Vincent parts your lips, delving deeper even as he tenderly pulls you closer, wanting to feel your solidness against him. Sometimes you wonder if he is afraid you are nothing but a phantom that will disappear if he opens his eyes, a creature of mist and dreams that will dissolve under the bright rays of sunlight. Your arms wind around his neck, your body presses closer, reassuring him that yes, you are real. You are solid. And you are unconditionally his. He is warmth and gentleness, golden as wheat fields in summer but he is also fiercely protective, a strength easily overseen and underestimated due to the tenderness of his nature, the boyishness of his mien. You know the truth. You know there is no shoulder you would rather lean on, no hands you would trust to hold your heart more than his.

Oh, those hands. Those beautiful, talented hands move over your skin like a paintbrush on canvas. With every caress he decorates you in his desire, his love, his dedication, his admiration and you? You feel beautiful. You are a work of art, a masterpiece, glowing with each stroke of blazing adoration along your body. There is nothing that lifts his heart more than the content sighs you whisper against his mouth, the ardent press of your fingers into his shoulder when your body lights up with yearning. 

And if he pulls back for a moment, just a heartbeat in time, he can look into your eyes where he sees something unbelievable. He sees himself reflected there, in a way he never could imagine, despite the numerous self-portraits he has done. In the depths of your gaze, those windows to the naked essense of your heart, he sees himself as someone beautiful. Someone whole. Someone worthy of love.

Your name falls from his lips and just before he is utterly lost in the winding, sunlit path of your want, the hills and valleys of your body, he has a singular, sublime thought: 

This love will last forever.

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Fave swift tour outfits??

omg an ask!! tysm! um ok here you go!

lover: black jacket (but only for the pinstripes, otherwise pink), pink & blue bodysuit of course!!

fearless: black, silver and gold tassel dress, but i did also adore the baby blue one. she should've worn it more!!

red: i just love the bodysuit she wears under everything

speak now: tissue paper dress is CRIMINALLY underrated

reputation: ..come on now. of course it's the new one

folklore: the purple dress. my favorite outfit on the entire tour. i love it so much, it's the most beautiful dress i've ever seen and i want to get married in it. deserves two pictures.

evermore: THE BRONZE DRESSDHFBFVEGSGFGDG I ADORE IT i wish we got to see it more

1989: full purple or strawberry lemonade!

surprise songs: supernova dress my beloved, the og green holds a special place in my heart tho

ttpd: WAOLOM dress, white set & white jacket w/ black lapel and black gloves/necklace. something about it just eats down idkkkk this era is so powerful

midnights: multicolor karma jacket, dark purple sequin shirt, scallops bodysuit <3

tysm for reading if you made it this far!! this was fun to do so if anyone else is curious about absolutely anything, please feel free to ask! it could be favorite album, song, lyric, etc.

i just like talking! :3 ok bye

[sweetpolishinnorway]

The Sweet Secret

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Summary: Cleo (also Kleonika) was asked by Alice to be a witness before Volturi. She agreed for the sake of innocent child safety, but during the meeting with Cullens and other covens in Forks, Romanians recognized her and told everyone about her lineage.

Words: 1950

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~~Part one~~

It was the middle of the night when a young woman with light blonde hair was sitting in a cozy armchair. She was looking through a huge window at the landscape of Las Vegas and wanted to laugh at the thought of leaving this place behind. She was living there for so long, she never wanted to go back to Europe and then Alice Cullen came. Really young future teller almost begged her to be a witness before Volturi. Cleo was pretty sure the Kings didn’t allow her to go nowhere. When they will find about her and her gifts, about her and her mate, or most important, about her parents… In truth, everything was really good cause to lock her in Volterra under the close eye of Volturi Guards. She was truly scared of that, but how was she supposed to let an innocent child die? Of course she agreed after begging from Alice and Jasper Cullens. She couldn’t say ‘no’.

That’s why she was sitting in that moment and enjoyed the view from her apartment. At the coffee table before her was a piece of paper, a pink envelope and two pink roses. After a moment she took a pen and a paper to write a message for her mate. She was carefully writing next words with the hope that he would understand her statement. He perfectly knew that she was scared of Volturi Kings because of her being, as a hybrid she was living in the shadows, only one vampire survived meeting with her, only her beloved one. When she wrote the message she left it in an envelope and put it under the vase with pink flowers. She hated pink flowers, so of course man will be surprised to see them at her apartment and look into the envelope. She wanted to discreetly leave him that message when she won’t be there anymore.

Just then she went to her bedroom and packed a few things into her bag, some documents and clothes. She also took her mobile, charger and keys to the car. She brushed her long platinum hair and put them in a single french bride. She wore a satin burgundy shirt with long sleeves and simple dark jeans. Black belt with subtly silver looking elements add some elegance to her look, same as black high boots with low heels. She put on top of everything a beige coat, took her bag and left her apartment. She made sure to lock the door and she checked if there were spare keys for her lover. When she was sure everything was perfectly fine she took the lift to underground garages. She unlocked her car and throwed bag in the back seat. She sat at the driver's place and sighed, when started the car. Right now straight to Washington State, to the… Forks, was it?

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Cleo stopped a car in front of white mansion looking like house in the middle of a dark forest. She always heard it was cloudy and rainy in Washington, but to her surprise it was kinda sunny. She had her sunglasses, to cover her blue eyes from the vampires’ eyes and got out of the car. Immediately she saw at the steps two guys with golden eyes. One of them looked older than the second ones. The first one also had blonde hair, while the second one had dark hair.

“Can we help you somehow?” Asked the blonde one politely. Both of them were looking at her carefully as if she could do something to them.

“Why… yes. Alice Cullen sent me here and asked me to be your witness before the Volturi” She told them and in an eyeblink she was standing before them. She also took her sunglasses to show them, she is different. “She told me about Renesmee, that’s her name?”

“She is my daughter.” The dark haired guy answered and looked deeply into the blue eyes of the woman. She smiled subtly and also looked deep into his golden eyes. She quickly learnt from his mind that he is a mind reader, but couldn’t penetrate her mental barrier, the same with his wife. She saw in one second everything she needed to know about his child and then left his mind.

“Don’t worry, no one would be able to see my thoughts as long as I don’t let them in.” She explained and looked at the blond one. “I assume you are Carlisle, the head of Cullens.”

“That’s right.” Carlisle answered and shook hands with the woman who decided to introduce herself. “My name is Cleo.”

“What is your coven?” Asked a dark haired guy and Cleo sighed deeply.

“Dear Edward, I have never in my life been a part of any coven. I have lived alone for centuries, and no vampire has known about my existence. At least till now.” She answered truthfully and threw her sunglasses in her bag. “Can I meet Renesmee?”

“Of course, come after us.” Carlisle invited her to home. She went after both men inside of the home and went with them to the living room. She immediately felt the presence of a few vampires, one special beating heart, so similar to her and… wet dog?

“Do you have shapeshifters there?” She asked quietly and Edward only nodded at her surprised tone. She went inside the room and immediately smiled at the young girl who was playing with two women. Both of them were vampires and they were part of Cullen Coven. She lets herself know their names from the mind of a blonde one. Next to the kitchen counter was a guy from whom she was feeling a wet dog smell. He was making some sandwiches.

“Renesmee, you should meet someone” Edward started and all the people in the room looked at the woman. Bella and Rosalie were suspicious of the new person, but when they heard her beating heart, so similar to Renesmee they stood up immediately in surprise. They looked wide eyed at her and couldn’t believe there was someone similar to Cullen child.

“Nice to meet you, Renesmee. I’m Cleo. Your aunt Alice told me some things about you.” Cleo smiled nicely at the young girl and squatted before her. She took her hand in front of her to shake, but the child had a different intention. She looked at the hand of the woman and then put her small fingers on her pink cheek. In that moment Cleo smiled widely, when she saw so many memories of this child. “Such beautiful memories.” She told the child when she saw her face again in front of her. She looked at the mother of Renesmee who looked worried. She couldn’t read her mind, same as Edward.

“Alice found you? Where she is?” Bella asked and then a few more vampires came to the living room. Cleo stayed straight and smiled at Bella and then to the rest of the people. They were part of Cullen and Denali coven, but she knew from their minds that there were more covens and some nomads. 

“Alice found me in Las Vegas and asked me to be your witness, because I’m the same as Renesmee. My father fell in love when my mother was still human. But… they were scared of raising me, they thought I'm human and left me to my mother's family” Cleo explained and sat at one of the armchairs, just after taking her coat. Some people also sat to be more comfortable.

“Why didn't she and Jasper come back with you?” Esme asked worriedly.

“She is looking for more witnesses. The Volturi already have some of their own witnesses. You need at least some to win an argument without a fight.” Cleo was explaining everything as Alice told her. “Alas the hybrids are rare, I had never met any before.”

“How old are you?” Bella asked and Cleo smiled at her, she felt that mother is worried about her child’s time.

“I stopped counting, I was born circa 1300… or 1200 BC… Truth be told, I’m not even sure” Cleo explained and almost everyone in the room was wide eyed at her words. She was one of the oldest vampires still alive, she was as old as Volturi Kings.

She heard from minds around her that they wanted to ask her so many questions, but the rest of the vampires came to the room. When she saw two certain Romanian vampires standing up, she was sure they were killed by Volturi alongside their coven companions.

“Well, well…” Vladimir smiled wide and started taking steps to the platinum haired woman. She immediately took a step back and when others saw it Emmet came closer to Cleo, just in case. “I thought you were long dead.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same about you two” She told angrily and looked at Rosalie who also joined next to Cleo.

“Long time not to see, Kleonika” Stefan told and also took some steps closer. Carlisle took a few steps to ROmanians and put his hand on Vladimir’s arm.

“It’s Cleo, now” She threw irritatedly. She met them once and it wasn't a nice meeting. Maybe she didn’t like Volturi, but for sure she hated Romanians much more. Vladimir laughed at her words.

“Didn’t you like Greek names too much?” He asked ironically.

“I’m sure, we can make it, without angering each other.” Carlisle started politely, but then Vladimir chopped him off.

“Did you have the idea that you let Volturi spawn into your house?” Vladimir asked and if the eyes could kill, then he would be already a few meters under. Some people tensed and looked questioningly at the blonde woman. Bella even took her daughter in her arms and looked carefully at Cleo.

“I have never been a part of Volturi. I have never been in Volterra and I…” She was telling with a murderous look in her eyes towards Romanians.

“Don’t lie” Stefan chopped her off and took more steps towards her. When he was almost before her, she flinched a little. “And don’t you try using your powers on us.”

“I’m not lying. I have never met any…”

“Lie” Vladimir chopped her off. “Was it Athenodora who named you, before Caius turned her and gave you away to her family to raise?”

“I see you know better than me who named me and abandoned me” Cleo laughed dryly and felt a single tear in her eyes. Just when information came to everyone’s minds, they looked in pure shock at Cleo. She was Athenodora and Caius' trueborn daughter, a hybrid. She took a deep sigh and closed her blue eyes for a moment. Then she looked at everyone. “That’s true. I’m Caius, the Volturi’s King’s daughter. I have never seen him in my life. He was thinking I’m human and abandoned me, just after my birth and biting my mother. I’m sure as hell, he and Athenodora are perfectly fine with the thought I’m dead. That’s also why I was hiding for such a long time.”

“And now you will let everyone know about your existence?” Carlisle asked and looked deeply at the woman. She looked at the man and nodded after some time.

“Renesmee is an innocent child.” She almost whispered those words and even let Edward read some of her thoughts and memories. “I will even fight alongside you with the Volturi.”

“Even if your mate will be hurt because of that?” Edward asked, he found from her thoughts about her love, but he couldn’t find his face in her mind. He was sure she didn't want anyone to find out about her mate, probably to his own safety.

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[oneshotnewbie]

Embrace my heart - Part II

Emily Prentiss x Reader

ᕚ---ᕘ

After a very quiet and nerve wrecking drive, you arrived near Arlington. In silence, you walked the last bit together into the big cemetery, where other FBI agents were already buried. Hotch, Rossi and Reid were already waiting for you, a sad smile changing their facial expressions as they saw your figure progressing from a distance.

You meandered together through the narrow paths between the graves until you arrived at the selected spot for her grave. Everything was prepared, Emily should be laid to rest right where you could always come and talk to her, ask her for advice when you needed her smart and genius mind on a new case. She would have loved the place between the almond trees that were in full bloom and you liked the idea that the trees would drop their bright pink blossoms annually for her, showing the vulnerability of life.

A hole about a square meter had been dug and a heavy old white chest was floating over it, around which you had all gathered in a small semi-circle in front of it. It was just a small community you invited to her funeral; only her team had lined up and a few colleagues with whom she maintained regular contact were there. Her closes friends and her family. You.  

There was an awkward silence for a long moment before you walked around her coffin, tears already streaming down your cheeks, ruining your specially applied make-up so that you would not let the sleepless nights show. "You all know I am never really comfortable speaking in front of people," you said hesitantly, a small smile breaking your lips. In the painful minute you could still get a little giggle from everyone out. "But today, I will make an exception."

Your friends smiled at you encouragingly and you continued, JJ holding your hand and squeezing it gently to continue to show you that she was with you.

"We are here today to pay our respect to our beloved friend, partner and soon to be wife: Emily Prentiss," only trembling did these words fall out of your mouth. Swallowing hard, you tried to pull yourself together, gently stroking your fingers over her face and smile, which which shone bright and broad on her lips through a large black and white photograph in a silver frame. "Even though her body is not actually here, there is no doubt she will ever come back. I have to.. we all have to accept that"

You looked up into the faces of the people closest to her. Rossi looked older than ever, saddened by the death of his working daughter. Derek had his arm around Penelopes waist, whose eyes glittered between the blue eyeshadow. Reid´s gaze was distant and you guessed that his thoughts were with another sorely missed person. Hotch gave you a sad yet encouraging look while JJ also had tears in his eyes and kept them from dropping. It broke the blonde´s heart to hear you talk about her best friend and your fiancee like that when she knew the whole truth about Emilys death.

It was freezing cold due to the strong wind. But the little group at the cementry did not mind. For a brief moment, you figured that the cold front was actually Emily coming to visit an cheer you up. "We can not really bury Emily, but we can give her something that will remind us of her," you met your friends deep and dull eyes once again before pulling something out of your pocket and pointing it in front of you. "And whenever we return to this place, we will know what we left behind"

Everyone present looked intently at the little bundle that you were holding in your hand and carefully unwrapping it from the cloth. It was a snow globe. "Em," you began in a low voice. "You gave me this snow globe on our first Christmas together. You saw my collection and had one specially made for me. I want you to keep this snow globe as a token of the everlasting bond and love between you and me"

You leaned towards the pit and carefully lay it in. You crouched down on the ground for a moment, staring into it, lost in thought. Then you got up and immediately fell into JJ´s arms, who hugged you tightly. Nobody moved for a moment, but then Penelope stepped forward. "I will keep going," she whispered and you could tell right away that your words had taken their toll on her. "I was thinking about what I could give you, Agent Badass"

Like you, she addressed her words to the surroundings as if her friend was standing right next to her. The computer specialist also pulled somthing out of her handbag and held it in front of her. Softly giggling, she started to tell the story to her object. "It should be something to remind you of me and I think this broken mug right here will do the trick. You know it is my favorite mug. Remember when you picked the pieces out of the trash and glued it back together for me as best as you could?"

One by one they all stepped forward and placed something on the white coffin that reminded them of their friendship with Emily. You were very grateful to them for being with you today; you knew how hard it was to lose people you loved. Especially when it made you lose a piece of yourself.

[pencildragons]

Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

i was tagged by my beloved mutual @hastalavistabyebye (ty for the tag !!), last thing lines i wrote was for ch2 of the silver is white, red is the gold

He dresses in a clean pair of blacks and a clean-ish pair of fatigues and slips on his soft real-leather boots—attained through a few bribes and careful manipulation of the ever-growing pile of blackmail on every clone officer ranked above lieutenant—and then, just as he’s about to make it out of the ‘fresher, unwillingly steps toward the sink to wash his hands off one last time. (Washing his hands, even until they are red and raw from the ungentle chemicals of standard ration soap, does nothing except open tiny little cuts on his already-too-dry skin. Every time he flexes his fingers, he still feels dried blood crack and flake away, and when he scratches and digs at his cuticles until not a chance in all the hells of every world remains that his hands are not clean, blood bubbles up from the torn skin, washing pink down the drain. It is a vicious cycle, and Fox cannot break free of it.)

tagging (no pressure!!): @whiskygoldwings @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @lightasthesun @thermodynamic-comedian @lit-in-thy-heart and uno-reversing @hastalavistabyebye :3

[polutrope]

Hello your highness… could I perhaps request some Celegorm/Orome reunion sex with “you still I love”? Love youuuuu

Thanks for the prompt! Delighted to add a spicy piece to the collection 🔥.

820 words, rated M. On AO3.

The day Celegorm came forth from the Halls, Oromë planted the seed of a linden tree near the gates of his home. 

That tree’s many branching arms now reach far over the open space before the gates, thick with whispering leaves. Oromë often stands beneath its shadow, breathing its breath, his spirit seeping through the soil and nourishing its roots.   

The day Celegorm comes to him at last, the tree is bursting with butter-yellow blossoms. The bees flitting from flower to flower scatter as if in deference to the elf. Their sudden flight sets the flowers trembling, and the air is dense with their honey-lemon scent. 

It is how Oromë, deep in the knotted recesses of his forest dwelling, knows that Celegorm has come. Should Oromë take the form in which he first appeared to the Quendi? The Huntsman: antlered and huge, terrifying, majestic, commanding reverence and obeisance. There are those of his brethren who would do so, invoking fear to test the blasphemer’s repentance.

Oromë will not. With Celegorm, he has never been a god. From the first time his spirit brushed up against the white flame of Fëanor’s third-born son, Oromë has cleaved to him as the steadfast wolf cleaves to its mate.

For all the transgressions of Celegorm's former incarnation, Oromë does not want to see his beloved abased and pleading. He wants to see him unbowed, strong: Turcafinwë as he was and should have been.

So it is that Oromë dons that raiment in which he so often took delight when they coupled flesh-to-flesh. A nimble hunter, muscled but lithe, smooth brown skin painted with black ink, eyes of starlight.   

Still, Celegorm drops to his knees when Oromë appears on the threshold. His pink mouth silently quivers around the words My lord. So Oromë too falls to his knees before him, and cups his pale face in one strong dark hand. He searches the bleached white of Celegorm’s eyes, the pure but light-sapped silver of his irises. The black wells of Celegorm’s pupils swell, and in them Oromë seeks out a confirmation: that death and this new milky flesh he wears have not diluted the restless, ravenous spirit Oromë has lusted for oh! these long years.

Under Oromë’s gaze Celegorm’s cheeks flush, his frown quirks up into a hungry smile, and once more Oromë is ensnared by that ancient fragment of the One’s imperishable flame. Lo, how he burns. 

But as he is Celegorm’s, so Celegorm is his. Oromë claims him with hands and lips and tongue and teeth. He tumbles him into the dirt beneath his linden tree, and Celegorm laughs. Panting into each other’s mouths, Celegorm bucks and writhes beneath him, driving his heels into the spongy soil. But Oromë resists, resists the insistence of his lover, revelling in the blissful straining of his body, all hard and brimming with want. 

Besides this, he discovers Celegorm’s new body coiled tightly against any intrusion. 

In answer to the question in Oromë’s hooded eyes, Celegorm, his voice taut with desire, says, “For you. I saved myself for you.” 

At that Oromë groans and clutches the heaving chest of his beloved, nails marking tiny pink crescents in his taut skin. Celegorm arcs his body and begs, begs to be filled, but Oromë silences him with a thought. Then Oromë winds a song between his fingers, and Celegorm unspools, his arms falling limp to either side of his shining chest, his head twisting from side to side, catching browned leaves and dirt in the fine silver strands of his hair. His blushing crown shines, leaking white over his stomach, and Oromë bends to taste him, sticky-sweet and slightly salty with sweat. 

Enraptured, Oromë is unaware of the forward thrust of his own body, of finding purchase in his beloved, until he is taken entirely into Celegorm’s supple warmth. Oromë's pleasure howls. Overtaken by his need, he rocks his hips, claims his lover again and again with each long and purposeful stroke, chasing friction, chasing release.

It is the spurt and tremor and cry of Celegorm’s climax that brings Oromë to his. It thunders through him, scarcely able to be contained in this humble raiment he has chosen. But contain it he does, holding himself in this form. For thus can Oromë imagine that they were created alike and might suffer like fates; that he will never know a severance from his beloved more permanent than that which he has just endured. 

His lust spent, Oromë collapses over Celegorm’s body and twines him in his limbs. Yellow blossoms fall from the tree above them and brush over their bare skin, still prickling with pleasure.   

At length Oromë says, “Why did you not come sooner?”  

Celegorm hums and winds one long black braid around his hand. He confesses, “I feared you would no longer have me.”

“No.” Oromë pulls himself up onto bent elbows to look into his eyes. “No, Tyelkormo, dearest. You still I love.”

[red-dyed-sarumane]

can you tell me about your oc cats 🥺

THE CATS MY BELOVEDS

technically i have like 7 cat ocs but i think everyone knows "the cats" specifically refers to these two. white/brown is feisha calico is fushia.

they are unrelated by blood!!!!!!! entirely!!!!!!!!!!

feisha's originally from the north west of the country fushia's from the south east. feisha ran away from home fushia went on a journey with their family's support. they met somewhere in the middle when they were around 12. feisha was really hesitant to open up at first but fushia's pretty warm & persistent & they ended up becoming friends.

they both may have had regional accents at the time but otherwise their speech patterns were what u'd expect from someone their age. that gradually changed over time they both have a rather odd manner of speaking now. which started as either of them saying phrases to entertain themself & the other picking it up & bc they spend so much time together it just evolved into this whole thing. they come across as rather formal at first until u really listen to what theyre saying & then u realize its the most casual statements ever in the most bizarre word choice for the situation. in eng this is mostly like what u'd expect from an incorrect period drama tea party scene. but its not act theyre just like that. as i was saying earlier im not sure how i want to handle it in jpn but i think having them use formal typically only written phrases might work. maybe. they're very playful tho despite seeming formal they'll both sneak in a meow or nya every once in a while. in eng they add "dear" before each other's names when they address or speak about each other. have not decided what jpn term i want to use yet.

i said they became friends as kids but their current relationship is undefined. up to interpretation. if u as the audience think theyre dating or married or should be ur free to feel so. if u think theyre just really good friends thats just as fine. the only term they claim is "partners" and thats not in a romantic way thats in an oc world specific way to describe the person u trust deeply & work well with on long journeys & during fights. the term is completely removed from romantic or sexual connotations. all that matters is knowing they are, at this point, so close to each other & find each other so important they would sacrifice their own morals if it meant saving the other. they are exceptionally close.

despite many of the kemonomimi ocs in oc world being deities or demigods neither of the cats are! theyre just normal people. that said a lot of the locals in their area dont believe that and call them the forest trickster gods. they both find that amusing.

they dont actually live in town they built a house in a tree below canopy level in one of the forests where the canopy is essentially a second ground. the nearest town(city?) it literally built on top of the tree canopy.

they have the white interior aesthetic going on. i cannot say minimalistic bc these two love to collect things. they have so many plushies in their room. so many. but white & silver is the main color scheme.

having opposite abilities is a coincidence but they both love that. they love to use it to trick & play pranks on people. feisha can control light & fushia can control darkness (not really shadow so much as the absence of light). scares the absolute shit out of anyone not expecting it but they dont mean any real harm unless u threaten them first. they just like playing.

fushia is naturally heterochromatic feisha is not. they wear one brown contact so they match with fushia.

i said their house's color scheme is white & silver but their fave colors are green (feisha) & pink (fushia). this is reflected more in their clothes then their other things however.

speaking of their clothes they both wear & look good in nearly anything but in particular fushia's black sweater they tie around their shoulders is a gift from feisha. likewise feisha's star necklace is a gift from fushia. neither Always have them on but they frequently do

they arent always together they're fine doing errands or outings separately but they like being together to meet up with friends and especially if they're going on a long trip. its fine to treat them as a package deal but they dont have codependency issues (boring)

related to the first point feisha is not in contact with their family since they left but fushia's checks in with them from time to time. feisha doesnt necessarily get along with fushia's family. usually its not a problem but prolonged stays will have them unusually moody. that said they still maintain the same odd speaking habit. IF feisha had to deal with their own family again that would probably be the only time they get so upset they drop the usual speaking habits and use more normal language. it would shock fushia so much to see they wouldnt know how to react in the moment.

theyre both good friends with viridia. feisha in particular sympathizes with her family problems. the three of them get together decently often

they are perhaps the most put together & functional of any of my ocs

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

This is my Green Day themed patch vest! It’s gonna be a long 3 part post because I literally love this thing, but I’m open to suggestions for other Green Day themed patches I could do (also this was a Beast to write, so you if you see any typos or spelling mistakes please let me know).

A little background:

I thrifted this as a jean jacket and cut off the sleeves to make it a vest. Then I used the fabric of the sleeves to make pockets and inside pockets to the vest, since the original jacket had no pockets whatsoever. This way, I was able to make the pockets as bigs as I wanted (about the size if a cd case). Unfortunately I have no pictures of it before I modified it, but thats what I did to it.

Working at a craft store, I get to thoroughly abuse the discount offered to employees. I bought a bunch of cool fabric in the smallest size cuts our store allows. Then I just hand stitched each strip into the inside of the jacket with black thread so it wouldn’t be as visible from the outside.

From left to right in the picture the fabrics are:

ACDCs Highway to Hell album cover, Beetlejuice (The Movie), Aerosmith logo, Nightmare on Elm Street, a bunch if skulls and grey roses, Mandolorian fabric with various characters helmets on it, Pink Floyd fabric with the inflatable pig from Animals, a bunch of overlapping Gizmos from Gremlins showing various expressions, and Back to the Future fabric with the DeLorian on it.

The inside pockets also have their own separate linings. On the right pocket is Scooby-Doo fabric with the gang on it, and some rainbow paw print fabric that I thought was cute. On the left pocket in some Sonic the Hedgehog fabric with Sonic, Tails, Rouge, Knuckles, Cream, Eggman, Blaze, and Silver inside rings, and the other fabric on the left pocket is a black fabric with the Queen logo on it in white.

Again using my employee discount, I got a ton of our different stud trim and messed around with what I though looked cool. I started by just straight up fabric gluing the trims to various seams in the jacket as I saw fit, and then sewing the trim down after that as a precaution (thimbles my beloved).

Okay now for the patch tour. Every time I try to make a patch vest of some kind I get disappointed in myself with the results. So to avoid that for this project since this vest has been my favorite so far, I decided to make it Green Day themed to start. Then I can see where it goes from there. I tried to have one patch for each studio album, so I’m going in order of album.

1,039 Smoothed out Slappy Hours- Paper lanterns is my favorite song from this album. I just painted the song title on black fabric with white paint first, and went over in in color when the white had dried. The letters are are all capitalized and slightly staggered on purpose. The green paint should glow in black light.

Kerplunk- just screen printed the flower and ironed in onto black fabric. I do mostly song titles for the other albums, so I was just trying to do something that wasn’t a song title (although I’m thinking of making a Christie Rd sign).

Dookie- i found this shirt at a thrift store and I already own one, but I just knew it would make a sick back patch. I had some leftover fusible interfacing from a project I did in April, so I fused some to the back of the section of the shirt I cut out to make the patch, and then again to another plain black piece of fabric cut from the back of the Dookie shirt. I used some very strong, washable fabric glue and glued the two pieces together. This made for a very thick, very durable back patch. I rolled a bottle over the two fabrics to smooth it out and really get the glue to stick. I sandwiched the patch between two large flat surfaces, and put some heavy items on top of it for 24 hours. Finally, I pinned the patch down and sewed it.

Insomniac- I had a little bag of letters cut out of old shirts I couldn’t wear anymore, and thought the ransom note aesthetic fit Insomniacs vibe perfectly. Walking Contradiction is my favorite song off of Insomniac. That is often my reasoning behind most of the patches I made for this vest. I have a big thing of modge podge that I bought for a project that never ended up getting finished. I used this modge podge to seal a lot of these patches, giving them a slightly shiny finish. For this, I used the modge Podge as glue and a finish to keep the letters from falling off. When I took this picture the vest wasn’t complete, but I also added a couple stitches onto each letter as reinforcement in case the letters end up falling off.

My photo limit is maxed out so Part 2 and Part 3 is coming soon?

[chicvibes2730]

The necessities.

∆ I want to send a deep apology to all my future children. Brown, white, or yellow. I sure have been caught in the ugliest little shorts and pajamas I will ever wear. I know what your thinking. Well sweetheart you need to smell some flowers and wake up pretty early. I proved all these beautiful fashionistas are planning these day to day outfits. If they are not than you are seriously blessed. Right sweet chops I'm trying to complement you because to look fabulous you obviously are fabulous. If not I'm here to talk about essentials. I know about all these fashion tips because of shopping and observational cues. I have been doing my own shopping for about ten years now.

• Let's start with tank tops. Please do not shy away from name branded T-shirts and tanks. I would recommend a very soft fabric like Polo. I sure would also recommend their Beverly Hills Collection. Also do not shy away from a bold red tank top. I recommend getting them in brown, tan, white, and black. I sure did own a bright purple tank top before in my High School Era. This of course was before my Apartment was raided by my immigrant family. That my dear is another topic.

• Black pants are a must. Leather is fine and expensive my dear. Try an outlet store instead of the traditional Zara. Try Nordstrom and the all traditional Marshalls. I know what your thinking. I much rather Nordstrom. I have to tell you that I found the cutest baby blue Toms there at Marshalls. Also snag a look at TJ Maxx. I would bundle up on black jeans. Try buying about five pairs of the good old black Levis jeans. If you cannot find any Levis than try a good Charlotte jean. Black has always been a color to signify death. So be careful on having so much black. Yet, a funeral outfit, is a must.

• White T-Shirt. I recommend printed whites as well. They pair well with the basic jean. Light or dark. Accompany them with more of a Jane shoe. Even the boots that yell out hippie. The color white is a good color for rebirth. It is very traditional. I also would recommend a white button down.

• Comfort Bra and Panties. I recommend the colors Tan and Black. I ain't swearing by them, but they are, the usual traditional colors. Try snagging a pink comfort bra and panties for the sake of girlhood.

• Branded socks. Try Adidas and champion. That I can swear by. For women' try a more snug feel' and men should try a more constructive feeling.

• Recognized Jewlery. Do not shy away from the old snatch of Sterling silver. I know I know. You want gold. I would recommend the site of Etsy. I love the Betsy Jewelry as well. I also recommend the Kay jewelers.

• Printed Apparel. Like the Iconic tree printed Michael Kors shirt. Very epic. I would also like to see more of these women wearing Polka Dots. Just saying.

• Black Shoes. Try one with a buckle. The dearly beloved Coach Brand can help in this.

[lya-dustin]

Shock and Delight

Chapter 3

Eight moons and two weeks after the worst wedding Westeros had ever seen, Princess Aemma and her brother, Jacaerys, came into world ---and shocking it--- with their odd coloring.

Though not all twins are identical, this particular set put their paternity to doubt. A troubling thing made worse by Princess Rhaenyra’s new sworn shield, Ser Harwin Strong.

Princess Aemma had all the markings of her father’s seed while Jacaerys only seemed to have inherited his eyes, smile and agreeable nature, things some could attribute to his mother. Brown of hair and fair of skin, many wondered who his true sire had been and how did the princess manage to birth two children from two different men.

The answer is: she did not.

“Unless you count the men in the tapestries and the blood of Ser Joffrey still in my locs, I was the only man present at their conception.” Ser Laenor had been reported to have said when the whispers grew loud enough for the young couple to leave court with their newborn babes ---and Ser Harwin Strong--- for a spell.

Several maesters had recorded such a phenomenon amongst twins born since the creation of birth records ---also known as the stud books according to Mushroom--- at the Citadel. Before the royal twins were born, Larissa and Lianna Velayon had been born in such a manner, and before that Valaena and her twin sister, Valaera Velayon.

One black as the noble Valyrians of old and one white as the Westrosi maidens their fathers had wed ---or Targaryen in the case of Lady Valaena and her sister.

The culprit this time had been none other than the sharp-tongued widow of Prince Aemon the Heir, and Ser Laenor’s beloved grandmama, Lady Jocelyn Baratheon ---who like her nephew, Borros, had inherited the looks of House Durrandon.

Lady Jocelyn had not hesitated to send a portrait of her to Queen Alicent after having heard what she told Ser Laenor the day Prince Joffrey was born.

“They look like me, they are Velaryons just as I am and Targaryens just as my nephew’s sons are. May this portrait not let you forget that, Lady Alicent.” The dowager princess had written and ---according to the fool Mushroom--- demanded it be read to the entire court gathered with the queen at luncheon so all may hear the contempt with which it was written.

----Archmaester Gyldayn, The Princess and the Queen, or, the Blacks and the Greens

Mother , like most women blessed with twins, has always had that need to dress them in matching clothes. Or at least coordinating their colors so they complement each other.

Baela and Rhaena were not spared either, a comforting thing when she saw their presentation gowns had a Moondancer Green sash and a Morning Pink sash to tell the dresses apart. They had been made to go first by grandmother on the off chance of Baela escaping her quarry.

Despite what one would think, Rhaenys Targaryen had also fallen victim to the trend even when her own children were not born twins, but merely ten moons from each other. Every portrait of them had them wearing clothing that not only matched each other, but also matched that of their parents as well. Something mother adopted because it reminded her of how her own mother did the same.

Tonight Jace and Aemma wear Velaryon Blue with its silver and gold accents and garnets so it complements mother’s garnet colored dress. Baela and Rhaena wear red and pink as they play up the ‘what do you mean we aren’t identical?’ card to make their first real ball much more entertaining.

Aemma’s only consolation is that, at least, they were not wearing black. Mother did not like how the Morning Scandal said Visenya’s anointing looked like a funeral and conceded to wearing more colors.

The Greens, however, come into the party looking like frogs. Good looking frogs, but like an army of frogs, nonetheless. Even the livery of the servants was green. What a fucking nightmare.

“Are we in a party or a pond,” Aemma remarked uncomfortably noticing how green everything was.

As if to warn them that this was their territory and didn’t welcome interlopers.

As if Aemma wasn’t already nervous.

As flattering it is to be named the season’s most eligible maiden, it was concerning how suddenly every girl here was now truly seeing her as competition. A good season meant a good marriage and a good marriage meant life or death for a woman.

The scandal sheet had reported many ladies who had been left penniless, who were brought into sham marriages by men pretending to be Summer Island Princes and those having to have their dowries double or tripled to hide the bun in the oven.

No scandal sheet had included names before and certainly most had only printed things about those in mother’s faction, but at least the Morning Scandal was ruthless to both blacks and greens.

Aemma was dying to know how this fiasco looks in print.

When Alicent was newly married, Rhaenyra would curtsey, and both would laugh at the unnecessary formality. Alicent would use the word stepdaughter to tease her and both would still act as if nothing had changed.

That was until Ser Otto said it was disrespectful to the queen ---who was pregnant with Aegon--- and then Rhaenyra had to treat her best friend with the formality of her station.

After that their relationship cooled down and eventually broke beyond repair because Rhaenyra no longer trusted her.

Now Alicent had a glint of cruelty in her eyes as they curtsied to her for the second time today. She had had it when she named Aemma the Diamond of the Season.

Rhaenyra had some idea of what she had planned, but the Princess of Dragonstone has no idea what it is.

All Diamonds married someone Alicent picked out for them.

“Have you met my cousin, Ser Lyonel?” the queen introduced the heir of the Hightower to them and Aemma’s smile grows tight.

Had her daughter expected the queen’s meddling as well? She was a sharp one. Her Aemma had all the makings of a good ruler even if she was a bit too enamored with the ideas coming from the free cities.

Pleasantries were exchanged and while Lyonel seems pleasant enough, he is still a Hightower.

They would be a good match. Otto won’t be able to call his banners if they have a better claim to back. Made no sense for Alicent to thrust him onto them when she stands to lose her only support.

“I have always admired your beauty, your highness, ever since we met at court when I was but a squire in my uncle’s service.” The man said with a charming smile and a practiced air. He had been six and ten then, complaining about being there and sent home because he was caught bedding a serving girl in the stables.

He would definitely not go on Rhaenyra’s list.

“And I was all but ten?” Aemma asked innocently, deep purple eyes shining without mischief thus making the entire thing even more believable.

She loved mummery, always participated in masques and plays put on by their court in Dragonstone. Rhaenyra wondered why she ever thought her sweet girl could not handle this viper’s pit.

The queen is not amused nor her cousin even as he asks for her first dances, but Aemond’s cannot seem to share their annoyance. He looks at her daughter with interest as Lyonel takes Aemma to the floor, as if he had been surprised to see she could use her innocent looks to push away unwanted suitors.

As if he knew he was the better man between him and his mother’s cousin.

“Do you dance, Prince Aemond?” Rhaenyra finds herself asking the younger brother she almost had tortured for hurting her children. He must hate her, she would if she had been in his position.

Mother’s ghost had been displeased with her when she was under all that milk of the poppy during the birth.  Perhaps now that her father is dying and her banishment removed, they can fix things and prevent a war.

Who knows, he might even prove all rumors wrong and be the perfect husband for her daughter.

“Not if I can help it.” He answered with a sharp edge that confirmed his feelings towards her. She knows she deserves his suspicion, but it still stings to know it has come to this.

No matter.

Rhaenyra has already gotten away with having two illegitimate children, fixing her relationships with her half-brothers ---she and Helaena never had any trouble--- and most importantly, their mother, will be a walk in the park.

His attraction to Aemma might be the first step down that path.

A/N: mixed race twins is a very real phenomenon where kids from the same parents are born one of each race(usually one black child and one white child)

Jocelyn Baratheon is very much alive in this universe because they need an Olenna Tyrell and no one can shut up the dowager princess of Dragonstone because she is essentially the only grandma Viserys' kids and Rhaenys' kids have.

And yes in my fics the Valyrians were/are black and the Targs lost their melanin by marrying andals.

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HEYEYYY chat.. guess what time it is!!

Flower time :) I WILL NOTE! that not ALL are flowers some are actually plants.

NOTE!! : if the flower/plant is marked with a * It means it’s similar to another.

Terrence:

Adonis’ flower- Painful recollection.

Asphodel- Remembered beyond the tomb

Bay- I change but in death.

Blackthorn- protection, good fortune

Boxwood- Firmness, stoicism, Consistency

Borage- Bluntness

Birdweed- dead hopes

Cabbage- Profit

Carnation (Pink)- “I’ll never forget you.”

Cinquefoil- Parental affection

Cypress- Death.

Morning Bride- ‘I have lost all.’

Meadow saffron- ‘My best days are past.’

Ash (General)- ‘With me you are safe.’ (This totally isn’t related to steven at allll\silly)

Terrence gets a few kind ones,. As a treat. He hasn’t killed any of his kids again

Bubble

Amaranth(Prince’s feather)- Immortality

Apple Blossom- Better things to come

Aster- Trusting

Azalea- Take Care

BlueBell- Loyalty, Consistency

Buttercup- Memories of childhood (i forgot why?)

Cedar of Lebanon- incorruptible

Chrysanthemum (General)- “you are a wonderful friend.”

Colts foot- ‘Justice will be done.’

Daisy (Garden)- ‘I share your sentiments.’

Daisy (Blue)- Trust and Long term loyalty

Dame’s Violet- Watchfulness

Geranium (Oak-Leaved.)- True friendship

Geranium (Silver-leaved.)- Recall

Hawthon- Hope

Heather (White.)- wishes will come true. Cinquefoil- Beloved Child

William/Lan (I grouped them both, since I haven’t interacted with Lan as much. But I believe they are brothers.)

Adonis’ Flower- Sorrowful remembrances

Anemone- Withered Hopes.

Balm of Gilead- Sympathetic Feelings

Colts foot- Justice Shall be done

Daisy (Blue)- Long term loyalty and trust

Hydrangea (General)- ‘Thank you for understanding.’

Lpomea- Attachment

Lavander- Distrust

Lions heart- Bravery

Myrtle- Home

Wormwood- do not Discourage

Cinquefoil- Beloved Child

Key:

Carnation (General)- Distinction

Cedar of Lebanon- Incorruptible

Chicory- Frugality

Chrysanthemum (General)- “You’re a wonderful friend.”

Daisy (Easter)- Honest -> Candor

Dame’s Violet- Watchfulness

Dandelion- Overcoming hardship

Elm- Dignity

Freesia- Trust, Friendship

Himalayan Blue Poppy- Potential ***

Black Dahlia- Doom *

Lily of the Valley- Tears, Loss, Death. ***

Orange Lily- Renewal *

Yellow Rose- Cowardice *

Begonia- “ There is Danger up ahead.”

Cinquefoil- Beloved Child