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edith-moonshadow · 2 years ago

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Master Post For Harringrove Stories

Side Blog For Completed Stories: Edith’s Writing Desk

Are We Really Happy With This Lonely Game We Play Series

Bruising For A Fight

Pretty Boy, Harrington

Hurricane Hargrove [Tumblr Post]

Only Worth Living If Someone Is Loving You Series

Stronger And Harder Than A Bad Girl’s Dream

What Are You Thinking Of

The Most Exquisite Form Of Self-Destruction

Love You In Another Space And Time [Tumblr Post]

Harringrove Week Of Love 2021

I Don’t Cook, I Don’t Clean But Let Me Tell You How I Got This Ring... [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

I’ll Find A Way Under Your Skin [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

If I Could Have A Million Tomorrows [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

42 [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Take Me To Church [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Chantilly Lace [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Band Of Gold [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Tales From Tumblr Series

You Give Love A Bad Name [Tumblr Post]

Nothing Erases This Feeling Between Me And You [Tumblr Post]

Debbie Steve [Tumblr Post]

Big Dick Steve [Tumblr Post]

Sugar Baby Omega Steve [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

It’s The Real Thing [Tumblr Post] [Life Tastes Good Tumblr Post]

The Man With The Child In His Eyes [Tumblr Post]

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words [Tumblr Post]

Billy’s Bitch [Tumblr Post]

Paradise By The Dashboard Light [Tumblr Post]

Dancehall Days [Tumblr Post]

Homewrecker Steve [Tumblr Post]

That Certain Feeling Carved By Another’s Hand [Tumblr Post]

I Fought The Law [Tumblr Post]

Deep In The Heart Of Me [Tumblr Post]

I’m Never Gonna Fuck You [Tumblr Post]

Suck It, Harrington [Tumblr Post]

Harringrove Big Bang 2021

The Poison Pen

The incomparable @heck-in-a-handbasket’s absolutely wonderful art for The Poison Pen

Harroween Series

Feed My Frankenstein

Season Of The Witch

Extra Credit [Tumblr Post]

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden [Tumblr Post]

By The Sea [Tumblr Post]

Your First Sweet Kiss [Tumblr Post]

The Boy At The Bottom Of The Garden [Tumblr Post]

The Memory Of Scars [Tumblr Post]

Under Blue Moon, I Saw You [Tumblr Post]

The Trials Of Love [Tumblr Post]

Black Eyed Angels Swam With Me [Tumblr Post]

Unquiet Graves [Tumblr Post]

The Sweetest Tongue Hides The Sharpest Tooth [Tumblr Post]

The Will Of Count Hargrove [Tumblr Post]

The Silver Haired Witch Club [Tumblr Post]

Peachy Keen [Tumblr Post]

Beltane Blessings [Tumblr Post]

Tina’s Annual Halloween Party [Tumblr Post]

The Camera Never Lies [Tumblr Post] [Part Two]

Curse Of The Were-Rabbit

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

I’m Your Boyfriend Now, Nancy [Tumblr Post]

If You Float, You’ll Burn [Tumblr Post]

Billy Hargrove Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names Series

Bunny [Tumblr Post]

Harringrove Week

Deliver Us From Temptation [Tumblr Post]

Sugar Cream Pie

Dionysus [Tumblr Post]

Prom Night [Tumblr Post]

How To Celebrate A Win [Tumblr Post]

Sadie’s Parties [Tumblr Post]

The Double Deuce In Hawkins, Indiana [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

Soft, Low, Sweet And Plain, I Feel That Burning Flame [Tumblr Post]

I’d Rather Be Damned With You [Tumblr Post]

Lasting Aftereffect Of Trouble [Tumblr Post]

The Sweetest Tongue Hides The Sharpest Tooth [Tumblr Post]

The Will Of Count Hargrove [Tumblr Post]

The Silver Haired Witch Club [Tumblr Post]

Peachy Keen [Tumblr Post]

Beltane Blessings [Tumblr Post]

Tina’s Annual Halloween Party [Tumblr Post]

The Camera Never Lies [Tumblr Post]

Curse Of The Were-Rabbit

Love Was Only True In Fairy Tales [Tumblr Post]

Love Was Only True In Fairy Tales (Outsider’s POV) [Tumblr Post]

Like A Bruised Peach [Tumblr Post]

Ardent Attention [Tumblr Post]

You Can Be My Daddy White And Gold [Tumblr Post]

Steve Harrington's In The Closet [Tumblr Post]

Been Trying Hard Not To Get Into Trouble But I've Got A War In My Mind [Tumblr Post]

Steve Harrington’s Six Little Nuggets

Steve Harrington Is A Damn Good Babysitter [Tumblr Post]

Soft, Low, Sweet And Plain, I Feel That Burning Flame [Tumblr Post]

Harringrove Love Fest 2024

Come As You Are [Tumblr Post]

I Drive Fast I Am Alone At Midnight [Tumblr Post]

Sticks And Stones [Tumblr Post]

The Carrot And The Stick [Tumblr Post]

Acts Of Service [Tumblr Post]

Praise Me Like You Do

Villainous Valentine 2024

The Crafty Baron

Omegaverse Stories

I Wanna Taste You But Your Lips Are Venomous Poison

I Don’t Cook, I Don’t Clean But Let Me Tell You How I Got This Ring... [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

42 [Tumblr Post] [Cross-Stitch]

Every Since We Met You’ve Had A Hold On Me [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

You Can’t Even See How Much You’re Mine [Tumblr Post Steve POV, Part 2] [Billy’s POV] [WIP]

Apple Seeds [Tumblr Post]

I’m Trapped By Your Love And I’m Chained To Your Side

Devil’s Advocate

Taste Of Pomegranates On Your Lips

Only Worth Living If Someone Is Loving You Series

You Give Love A Bad Name [Tumblr Post]

Big Dick Steve [Tumblr Post]

Sugar Baby Omega Steve [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

Life Tastes Good [Tumblr Post] [Extra Chapter Billy’s POV]

The Man With The Child In His Eyes [Tumblr Post]

Billy’s Bitch [Tumblr Post]

Paradise By The Dashboard Light [Tumblr Post]

Dancehall Days [Tumblr Post]

That Certain Feeling Carved By Another’s Hand [Tumblr Post]

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden [Tumblr Post]

Under Blue Moon, I Saw You [Tumblr Post]

Sugar Cream Pie

Dionysus [Tumblr Post]

How To Celebrate A Win [Tumblr Post]

Sadie’s Parties [Tumblr Post]

The Double Deuce In Hawkins, Indiana [Tumblr Post] [WIP]

Steve Harrington Is A Damn Good Babysitter [Tumblr Post]

Soft, Low, Sweet And Plain, I Feel That Burning Flame [Tumblr Post]

The Sweetest Tongue Hides The Sharpest Tooth [Tumblr Post]

Peachy Keen [Tumblr Post]

Beltane Blessings [Tumblr Post]

Tina’s Annual Halloween Party [Tumblr Post]

Curse Of The Were-Rabbit

Ardent Attention [Tumblr Post]

You Can Be My Daddy White And Gold [Tumblr Post]

If You Float, You’ll Burn [Tumblr Post]

The Harrington Internship [Tumblr Post]

Acts Of Service [Tumblr]

The Crafty Baron

Other Stories

Hot For Teacher

Take This Pink Ribbon Off My Eyes [Tumblr Post]

Princess Paddles [Tumblr Post]

Sealed With A Kiss [Tumblr Post]

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder [Tumblr Post]

Dear Heart [Tumblr Post]

My Bloody Valentine [Tumblr Post]

Incubus Billy [WIP]

Chemistry Lessons [Tumblr Post]

Bite Me, Hargrove [Tumblr Post]

#harrringrove #my writing #minors dni #masterpost #long post #will be updated #with new work as it's posted #ediths-writing-desk

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writeforget · 2 years ago

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References in Salman Rushdie's "The Golden House"

Lady Chatterley's Lover- D.H. Lawrence

Le Fantôme de l'Opéra

Goodbye to Berlin

Moby-Dick

The Purple Rose of Cairo

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Mémoires d'Hadrien- Marguerite Yourcenar

Woodcarver Steiner- Werner Herzog

Pina- Wim Wenders

The Vagina Monologues - Eve Ensler

Two Philosophers Deep in Meditation - Rembrandt

The Longest Journey - Forster

Auto-da-Fé - Canetti

Wired

The satyricon - Mennipe

Cyclops - Euripides

The Net Fishers - Aeschylus

The trackers - Sophocles

The Trackers of Oxyrhynchus - Tony Harrison

The Golden Ass- Aesop

Rain Man

Sad- Eyed Lady of the Lowlands- Bob Dylan

La Belle Dame sans Merci

The Man who Was Thursday - GK Chesterton

Monty Pythons Flying Circus

Spamalot

Oklahoma!

West Side Story

Dr Mabuse The Gambler - Lang

One Thousand and One Nights

The Diamond as Big as the Ritz

The Privilege of Owning Yourself- Nietzsche

Tokyo Monogatari

Orfeu Negro

Le charme discret de la bourgeoisie

Water Lilies - Claude Monet

Adoration of the Magi - Peter Paul Ruben

Wild is The Wind - Bowie

Famous Blue Raincoat-Cohen

Under the Bridge-RHCP

Pierrot le fou

Arthur Schlesinger

Gayatri Spivak

Baba Yaga

Green Eggs and Ham- Dr Seuss

Twilight

The Silence of The Lambs

The Hunt for Red October

Metamorphosis- F Kafka

The Graduate

Mansoon Wedding

The Deer Hunter

Kill Bill: Vol. 2

The Princess Bride

Yellow Earth- Chen Kaige

The Godfather- the trilogy

Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives- Apichat Pong

Rosemary's Baby

Fedorovskaya icon of the Mother of God

V for Vendetta -Wachowski

The Great Gatsby- FS Fitzgerald

Jeeves series-PG Woodehouse

Odyssey

Six Feet Under

The Seventh Seal- Ingmar Bergman

Hannah and Her Sisters

Flash Gordon

Invisible Cities- Italo Calvino

Closely Observed Trains- Jiri Menzel

Sanjuro- Kurosawa

Bonnie and Clyde - Arthur Penn

Amarcord- Fellini

L'argent de poche- Truffaut

The Hustles- Rossen

L'année derniere à Marienbad- Resnais

Knife in the Water- Polanski

La belle noiseuse

Breathless

Le mépris

The Jungle Book- R Kypling

Aguirre, the Wrath of God- Herzog

Funes the Memorious. L Borges

The Dignity of Man- Pico della Mirandola

2001: A space Odyssey- S Kubrick

Birdman

The Cabinet of Dr Caligari

Marx Brothers comedy

Reservoir Dogs- Q Tarantino

Within You Without You. Tomorrow Never knows. Norwegian Wood. Love to You- The Beatles

The Inheritors- Golding

Alexander Nevesky. The Battleship Potemkin- Sergei Eisenstein

Seinfeld

Le feu follet- Louis Malle

The Best Bits

La La Land

Arrival

Manchester by teh Sea

Oedipus the King

Sheppey- Somerset Maugham

Night Watch- Rembrandt

Madame Bovary- Flaubert

Beetlejuice

Age of Innocence- Edith Warton

Poetry & Aeroplanes

Mars Attacks!- Tim Burton

The Court Jester

The Golden House (the film)

Citizen Kane

Porky's XXII

Dumb FucksXIX

Titanic

Rear Window

I Confess- Montgomery Clift

Bombay Talkie

Kuch Nahin Kahin Nahin Kabhi Nahin Koi Nahin( Nothing Nowhere Never Nobody)- Maratha Mandir

Company- Raj Gopal Varma

Shootout at Lokhandwala- Sanjay Gupta

Once upon a Time in Mumbaai (1&2) - Milan Luthria

Shakspeare in Love

Psycho- Hitchcock

Ran-Akira Kurosawa

Pather Panchali-Satyajit Ray

The Outcasts of Providence Street/the Exterminating Angel- L Bunuel

Some works might have been missed.

#salman rushdie #the golden house #books #works of art

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drethanramslay · 5 years ago

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Can I request 15, 29, 38 for some naughty angsty Ethan x MC please? 😍🙏🏽

Thanks for the prompt Anon 💖

You can find the prompt list here.

#15-“How do you want to do this?”

#29-“Be quiet! You’ll get us caught!”

#38-“Nothing about us is conventional”

Warning: NSFW, smut, a little bit of angst, and it's kinda long

Author's note: Tumblr is being a bitch and not letting me add the read more tag 😔🤧 so forgive me.

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @junggoku @ethandaddyramsey @edith-eggs1 @ethanramseysgirl (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list 😊)

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Leah stared at her reflection in the mirror, contemplating what to wear.

How do you even dress up for a party at the governor's mansion? Leah racked her brain but the dilemma still continued.

Since the day she treated the first son, the governor had a soft spot for Ethan and her. Today was her birthday and she had personally invited the two of them. It was eight in the evening and she had to reach there in half an hour.

Ah fuck it. She took the white halter back dress. It was simple yet exquisite. It was pinched at her waist and flared till her mid thigh. The dress dipped till her mid back, exposing her strong back muscles. Years of swimming for the nationals did that for you.

She was just wearing her diamond teardrop earrings which her mom gave, when her phone pinged. It was a message from Ethan.

E🦒- I'm reaching in five... Be ready

Leah sighed and slipped on her heels. There was palpable tension between the two which was getting harder to deal with. She knew it was driving him mad as well.

I mean, how many cold showers would he take when he decided that enough was enough?

As she reached the lobby, she saw Ethan's car waiting on the curb. She knocked on the window and Ethan looked up, giving her a breathtaking smile.

"Hey Dr. Ramsey. You clean up good." She smiled up at him, which made Ethan's heart beat faster.

"Hey Dr. Garcia. You look great." Ethan lamely responded. 'Great' didn't even encompass how truly stunning she looked. She looked like an angel, innocent and pure. The brown eyes that twinkled with excitement and dimples in her cheek was making him go crazy.

Oh lord, why do I have to put up with a case of blue balls everytime I meet her?

The ride was short and they talked, but it was hard to ignore the sexual tension which had been building up since weeks. There were instances, when Ethan's hand almost went and rested on her caramel thighs. He clenched the steering wheel till his knuckles were white.

It wasn't any easier for Leah as well. He looked delicious. The tux fitted him like a second skin. The bowtie just gave him brownie points. The way the the streetlights casted shadows on his strong jawline made her want to trace them with her fingers.

God, please give me the strength to not jump his bones this evening.

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The party was boring. It was way too extravagant for their taste. There were champagne fountains and ice sculptures. Ethan and Leah continued to bitch about how the rich people just waste money. The amount of money that has gone in this party, could have easily helped them treat ten patients in the free clinic.

But sadly, that's the harsh and bitter truth.

Socializing can get tiresome and Leah had already downed three glasses of champagne in the last half an hour. The only thing which made the entire ordeal tolerable was warm sensation of alcohol that was slowly seeping into her veins and Ethan's heated gazes.

They were seated on a round table, facing a stage where some woman was singing opera. Leah was seated between Ethan and a CEO of a bigshot company, who was getting chatty as his glass was being refilled with the amber liquid.

They were just making polite small talk, when she felt Ethan's leg brush against her bare leg. She looked at him from the corner of the eye, but he just wore an impassive expression, casually chatting with his neighbour. Leah narrowed her eyes.

Well, two can play a game.

As she continued to talk with her neighbour, she casually kept her hand on his thigh, and squeezed.

Ethan's eyes widened. "Are you okay Dr. Ramsey?" His neighbour asked.

He coughed, "Yeah yeah. Everything is perfect."

Leah continued her journey north, pausing to squeeze every now and then. Ethan waited with bated breath, when her hand was close to his dick, but she just drew her hand away and took a sip of her wine, smirking.

Oh this minx is going to have it. Ethan thought to himself, as he narrowed his eyes slightly.

A spoon clanked to the floor. "Oops, sorry." Ethan said, as he bent down to pick it up. Leah just side eyed him and turned towards the entree placed in front of her. She was about to eat her food when she felt his hand, sliding up her smooth calf, slow and tantalizing.

He came up with his spoon and gave an embarassed smile but, his hands continued their journey up. She widened her legs, under the table cloth, giddy with anticipation.

His hand never stopped. They caressed, squeezed and rubbed her until he reached her throbbing core.

Leah bit her lip, enjoying the feeling of his deft fingers rubbing her through her panties. The friction just over stimulated her pussy and she gripped the tablecloth tightly when she felt his fingers move her panties.

"Are you excited?" The CEO asked.

Leah's eyes widened and at that instant his fingers entered her dripping cunt.

"Mmmh-huh?" Leah controlled her moan.

"Are you excited to be part of the best diagnostics team? How's your boss?"

Well my boss has his fingers deep in my cunt..

"Ohhhh. It been..uh quite an experience." Leah managed to choke out. She glared at him, hoping that Ethan would get the hint and stop. But that just fuelled his movements.

Ethan smirked at his victory.

"Um, excuse me. I'm not feeling too well." Leah took his hand out of her and headed to the nearest bathroom.

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She was about to close the door when Ethan smoothly entered in and leaned back on the door, closing it.

Leah was breathing heavily and Ethan's eyes were dark. "How do you want to do this?" Leah asked as he slowly stalked towards the basin against which she was leaning.

"I have a couple of ideas." He said in a deep husky voice which made her squeeze her thighs.

"Go on then. Enlighten me."

"First, I am going to get you out of that pretty little dress you got there. After I have got you naked-" he pressed his growing erection against her core, eliciting a breathless moan from her."-and wanton-" He pinned her hands on either side and got his lips to the shell of her ear.

"- I'll drive you wild." He whispered, biting her earlobe. Leah gave a gasp and she gushed, her need intensifying.

He grinded against her core, and Leah gave out another moan, enjoying the friction. "I will keep getting you to the edge until you can't take it anymore. You will be begging for release."

"God Ethan. Fuck me now."

He gave her a smirk and crashed his lips against her. They kissed with heated fervour, not once backing down. He turned her around and pressed her against the sink, pushing her hair to one side.

His hands rapidly untied the knot of her halter dress. Her breasts spilled out of the dress and he grabbed both of them, massaging them. Leah was trying her best to keep it low but she just couldn't. With his hands playing with her breasts and him dry humping her from the behind, it was just too much.

Ethan kissed her neck and whispered, "Be quiet, sunshine. We will get caught." He sucked on her neck, hard and let it go with a pop.

Leah could see the bright red hickey on her neck through the mirror. He had staked his claim, which just yelled one thing.

Mine.

He unbuckled his belt with lightening speed and nudged her leg with his, so that she could spread them wide. She bent down and rubbed her ass against him. He grabbed the lacy material of her panties and ripped it off clean.

That is the hottest thing I have ever see.

She was getting impatient and fidgety which only earned her a slap on her ass. She squealed and Ethan gripped her waist, tightly.

Sheathing himself with a condom, he aligned himself against her. He slid himself against her slick folds, nudging her clit which made her close her eyes with the pleasure.

"Sunshine... I want you to keep your eyes open. Look at your reflection. Look at the expression you make when I am fucking you. The expression which drives me crazy." With that he plunged into her.

She opened her eyes but it was so hard. She caught a glance of her reflection. Her eyes were a shade of dark brown, her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip and there was a thin layer of sweat accumulating on her forehead.

She looked thoroughly fucked.

Ethan kept pounding into her. The sounds of skin slapping, was borderline obscene. His hands never stayed in one place. They wandered, from her breasts, down her stomach, to her cunt, teasing and pinching, slowly pushing her towards the edge.

He hit her sweet spot, which made her gasp loudly. "Right there baby... Right there."

Ethan obliged. She was now on the brink of falling apart.

"Come for me sunshine."

And she did. Ethan's hand reached to cover her mouth, so as to muffle the scream of pleasure she gave out. They both climaxed at the same time, in perfect synchrony.

After getting down from their high, he kissed her cheek and nuzzled against her neck. "Who would have thought... We would be fucking in the Mayor's mansion?" Ethan breathed out, laughing under his breath.

Leah chuckled, enjoying the soreness in her core. "Baby, don't you know? Nothing about us is conventional.”

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prowlingthunder · 4 years ago

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WIP Meme 10/20/2020

Tagged by: @mandakatt

Look at what you've done. How dare you. I'm not even sure this is all of them. I think some are hidden in gdocs yet. Argh.

Tagging: @egodominustuus @thelostknee @linwyrms-lair @gracethescribbler @skywalking-across-the-galaxy @khantoelessar @zpansven

Read the list under the cut.

1: A Child of Blood

2: Eileen - Birds of a Feather

3: BtVS - Lupercalia - Xander - Wolfthreat - WIP

4: BtVS - PT Alexander Harris Auroresbrother - Denguards - LUPERCALIA - WIP

5: Buffy the Witcher

6: SynthSil - Ascendent Ab Inferis (Lux Aeterna AU)

7: Boys in Blue

8: Butterfingers the Deathclaw

9: Piper - (Lupercalia)

10: Sil/Jack

11: CM - Lupercalia WIP - Red

12: CM - Lupercalia WIP -

13: AC/FFXV - Des and Noct swap places - ffxv Halloween bang

14: Trigun x Outlaw Star

15: Gargoyles x Ronin Warriors

16: Power Rangers x Ronin Warriors

17: Ronin Warriors x Outlaw Star

18: Rurouni Kenshin x Yu Yu Hakusho

19: Dragons Breath -- DAO&RW

20: Farcry 5 / What Became of Edith Finch - Eddie

21: Farcry 5 / What Became of Edith Finch - Jake

22: Gundam Wing - With Daemons WIP

23: GW Pacific Rim

24: GW&IA&FFX - Auron - Roulette - Unlikely

25: Hobbit/RW - Bilbo -

26: House Ronin Warriors

27: RK-Xmen = Dragon Teeth

28: RW-PJ

29: RWSG1

30: SG1/JOS - Third - In a God's Bedroom

31: ST/RW

32: SW/GW - Brothers and Sisters [clonefic]

33: Thor-x-Ronin Warriors

34: Noctis (Final Fantasy XV) / Levi (Attack on Titan) - Hunting [Noctis in AoT]

35: Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Prowls (Exalted) - Stars [Prowls adopts Fire Demon baby]

36: Noctis (Final Fantasy XV) / Ezio (Assassin’s Creed) - Family [Assassins in FFXV]

37: Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) - Honor [Kuwabara unfucks SW]

38: Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho) / Dex-Star - Love [Kuwabara adopts a Red Lantern Cat]

39: Voltron/Escaflowne

40: When the Night Comes/Arcana crossover

41: YYH/Naruto - Kurama - Foxkids

42: CSI NY - Lupercalia WIP -

43: Dark Matter - Hiro - [Lupercalia] - WIP

44: Every Warden Ever - WIP -

45: Nelaros and F!Tabris as wardens

46: Salazar - Crowbar Fic

47: Carslile/Sil - Highschool

48: Joan rambles

49: Junior - (Best laid plans)

50: Junior - Outsider

51: Junior - The G.O.A.T.

52: Junior rambles

53: MacCready - Big Town Blues

54: MacCready - Radstorm

55: Nora - Line-dried Laundry (Lupercalia)

56: Pandora -

57: Pandora - Lupercalia Fic - [Inside Pandora's Box]

58: Pandora rambles

59: Russian Roulette - Silas deathfic

60: Sil/X6 rambles

61: Silas - Demon Summoner AU - A Leaf in the Wind

62: Silas King - Snow Angels (Papawolf!Renigald)

63: Silas King - Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (Operation: Rescue Quinn kidfic)

64: Silas rambles

65: Winter Animals (papa!Artem)

66: Y7 - All the Things I Didn't Say

67: Ambulo

68: Contritum Coronam

69: to abstain from doing harm

70: A General Gift

71: ABO nicias&caleb/nicola

72: An Army - Prompto & Ignis - Blood and Water

73: Andali misc

74: Ardyn - (Triplets verse)

75: Cathedral of You fanfiction

76: Cor -

77: Cor - Dawnfire - WIP

78: Dave - [Scourgeverse]

79: FFXV Glaive Lupercalia

80: FFXV Prompto Lupercalia

81: Galahdian Noctis au

82: give a brother wings

83: Halloween '19 d2

84: Halloween '19 d3

85: Halloween '19 d4

86: Halloween '19 d5

87: Halloween '19 d7

88: Noct raises Ardyn

89: Nyx -

90: Prompto - Terrible Things

91: Sealions - Cor - The Dance

92: snowchild (Lupercalia wolfProm fic)

93: The Feral Coeurl of Galahd (Galahdian!Cor fic)

94: Transplant Fic Box

95: Vipers Victim

96: what fire burns

97: IA - Kasmir!Oliver Briggs - WIP

98: IA - Nebrija x Arzu - Family - WIP

99: David and kids

100: David and Bridget, Combat Skills

101: David vs Simon Fight

102: Bridget tending David

103: Music *http://youtu.be/G2ZKKXCuaYc?t=9m46s

104: Seduction

105: Wish

106: Destiny

107: xerxes

108: Giayl - Wolflords (Lupercalia)

109: LotRO - Aegliraan - Caran Dagra - WIP

110: Lupercalia - Shepard - Star-light, Star-bright

111: ME - OC - Blood And Water

112: Black Cats and Broken Mirrors Chapter 5

113: Itachi - Step Two

114: The Hardest Part - Chapter One - Alone

115: 100+ Words list

116: Bioshock - Big Daddy - ABO verse

117: Character Roulette 2

118: Life of Redemption

119: A lover's homecoming

120: The Dreaming Cord

121: Logan - (This is what it's like) - WIP

122: Outlander - Kainan - (wolf fur and dragon teeth)

123: SPCH - drabble

124: Thor - All The Little Children [Lupercalia]

125: Thor - Lupercalia WIP - Frigga -

126: WoW - Livieva - Puppy At Heart

127: Haruko - Genji lives path

128: McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans

129: Overwatch - Yuuma - Nest of Vipers - Big Bang

130: Stan/Haruko

131: Stanfic

132: Taijo Aitai tinyfic

133: Yuuma Op

134: Mia - Lupercalia fic - The Chosen Ones ch2

135: RW - Lupercalia - Arago & Hariel - Blood and Ashes - WIP

136: Ryou - Coal Dust - GIFT - WIP

137: Seiji - Kagome, Kagome

138: Seiji & Cale - Quadrature Pt2 - GIFT - WIP

139: Yulie WIP

140: Dinner

141: Bamboo

142: Travel

143: Sting

144: City

145: Noise

146: Titan

147: Oddyseus

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Aloha Oe X Edith Nox Crossover Episode 7: Necromancing The Girl

As always hope ye enjoy! @cometworks

Tag: @thelysstener @coloursintheblur

FADE IN:

INT. EDITH’S LIVING ROOM.

After the battle for the reforging of EDITH’S true self. JUSTIN was attacked by long lost pain. EDITH comforts JUSTIN as he was still frightened from the long-dead ghosts of the Time Walkers. He makes heavy breaths as the effect of SORROW EDITH’S powers had been lasting.

EDITH

I don’t know what to do?!

UMI

Honey, the Sorrow version of yourself. You have to summon her and take away the effect.

EDITH closes her eyes tightly and trying to summon her Sorrow form but to no avail.

EDITH

It’s not working! (She cries)

UMI

Breath sweetie. Just take your time.

She does so, breathing slowly and closing her eyes. Then opens them summoning the Navy aura and placing her hand on JUSTIN’S forehead then taking away the effect of her power. As his heavy breathing stopped. The Navy aura disperses and EDITH puts him to sleep leaving him on the couch to rest.

CUT TO:

INT. EDITH’S LIVING ROOM. NEXT DAY. MORNING

JUSTIN wakes up holding his head from a major headache. He finds a cup of water on the coffee table waiting for him and immediately drinks it. ROBYN walks in and rushes to his side.

ROBYN

“Hey, sweetie! You okay?” She says in sign.

JUSTIN nods and notices a mirror onto his left. Seeing his metallic skin and feeling it. Hearing the scratching sound of metal of his fingers dragging across.

ROBYN (cont’d)

“My wife told me that part of your face was burned off by Wrathful Edith. Are you okay?”

JUSTIN

Yes, I’m fine Ms. Lux.

He raises his left hand, and his hand glowed blue time energy. His face healed returned to normal.

ROBYN

“How did you?”

JUSTIN smiles.

JUSTIN

Time healing.

ROBYN like EDITH was bright-eyed as if humongous stars filled them.

ROBYN

“You’re a fascinating little alien.”

JUSTIN smiles and laughs.

CUT TO:

INT. SOL STUFF. MORNING

NOEMI is working at the family store. The store that NOEMI’S absentee parents had left behind. Meanwhile, PERIWINKLE, NOEMI’S little sister is sitting in his office. JUSTIN walks in with a smile as always.

JUSTIN

Morning Noemi!

NOEMI

Morning Jus! Hey, your face is healed!

JUSTIN laughs.

JUSTIN

Yup! Edith mentioned you had a store, wanted to come to see it!

NOEMI

Oh! Well… (Like a showman he raises both arms) Welcome to Sol Stuff! We’re like a hybrid antique, library, and pawn store.

It was a rather small store, that gives that “old time” feeling. It had a backroom entrance

JUSTIN

Did you say antique and library?! (His eyes were wide open)

NOEMI

Uh… yeah, why?

JUSTIN vanished and was looking at the antiques of this universe.

NOEMI (cont’d)

Justin? I hate it when it vanishes.

He walks around the store then finds him in the backroom doing intense scrutiny over different antiquities.

JUSTIN

Sorry for vanishing… I love history as a kid and I learned a bit of archeology on Earth. Oh, do you mind if I help?! Please.

NOEMI

Yeah sure, I have to run a few errands, can you watch Periwinkle?

JUSTIN

I don’t think I’ve met your little sister before.

NOEMI

Allow me to introduce you.

He walks to his office and brings in PERIWINKLE to the backroom.

NOEMI (cont’d)

Birdy, this is Justin.

PERIWINKLE

THE ALIEN?! OOH! Hi! Nice to meet you! (She had this smile on her face.)

JUSTIN having the knowledge on having two little sisters acted accordingly.

JUSTIN

It’s nice to meet you too Peri! (He points to the Star Diamond necklace she worse) You know your brother got this necklace for you on a planet my adopted parents come from?

PERIWINKLE

Yes! He told me that you’re a prince of a flower planet!

JUSTIN laughs a little.

JUSTIN

I very much am. This special necklace comes from my aunt’s kingdom. Which floats high above the clouds. The stars would fall and they would make beautiful jewelry.

PERIWINKLE

COOL!

JUSTIN

Mhm. And I taught this really cool trick to your big brother to awaken the star. (He turns his head to Noemi.)

He motions him to snap his fingers. NOEMI nods and does so. The Star inside the diamond star-shaped necklace awakened. Shining an immense brightness. PERIWINKLE looks on amazed and she immediately hugs her big brother.

PERIWINKLE

Thank you. (She squishes herself against her big brother)

He returns the hug and a smile.

NOEMI

I’ll be gone for a while, Justin will be watching you. Behave okay Birdy?

PERIWINKLE

Yes, Noemi!

NOEMI leaves the store and JUSTIN and PERIWINKLE work around the store together. Organizing it and making it look presentable. The two have a wondrous time together as they fixed up the store. A few hours had passed by and it was the afternoon now. They sat at the counter and researched a bunch of the artifacts.

NOEMI had just returned with a few books in hand and a bag of food. He is surprised by the state of the now organized store. Unable to comprehend an organized store, JUSTIN & PERIWINKLE stand at the counter with both arms up and saying.

JUSTIN & PERIWINKLE

Ta-da!

NOEMI

You guys cleaned and organized the store?! I love it!

He smiles and caresses his little sister’s hair.

NOEMI (cont’d)

I brought some food by the way! Why don’t you two enjoy, while I take over the counter for now!

JUSTIN

Come on Peri, let’s research the Butterfly of Kaze.

PERIWINKLE

Yes, sir!

The two grab some food and head to the back room. A customer comes in, a lady also a necromancer. How can you tell? The backpack she’s carrying around. She was blonde which was a rarity among necromancers, she simply meets eyes with him and gives a weird and awkward smile then goes straight to the book section. NOEMI nervous as well tries to work up the courage to talk to her. JUSTIN with PERIWINKLE at his side suddenly appears and whisper which scare him.

NOEMI

(Loudly whispers) DON’T DO THAT! Oh, my Fates… (He breathes heavy while holding a hand over his chest.)

Meanwhile, JUSTIN is laughing silently and rolling on the floor, while PERIWINKLE does the same without rolling on the floor.

PERIWINKLE

Sorry, but it was funny. Plus Justin saw the pretty girl and had a feeling you liked her.

NOEMI looks at her and points to the back room door, JUSTIN crawls his way with PERIWINKLE following. NOEMI hyping himself up to talk to the necromancer girl. He nervously yet awkwardly walks toward her.

NOEMI

Hello…

NECROMANCER GIRL

Hi…

She was nervous too.

NOEMI

Finding everything alright?

NECROMANCER GIRL

Uh… yeah. Just looking for books.

She stood quite close near the Necromancer books.

NOEMI

Are you a Necromancer?

NECROMANCER GIRL

Uh… (She was scared by the question.) No… (She slowly stepped away.)

NOEMI feeling he scared her off. He reacted immediately.

NOEMI

Wait!

She stops and looks at him. NOEMI removes the Perception Filter, revealing his jet black wings. She was surprised by this and he was nervous once more with his wings on.

NECROMANCER GIRL

You’re a… Necromancer too?

NOEMI nods.

NECROMANCER GIRL (cont’d)

How did you know I was one? And how did you do that?

NOEMI

I used to hollow out a backpack too. Um… that’s a complicated story to tell.

NECROMANCER GIRL

Oh… really? Might I know the gentleman’s name?

NOEMI

Noemi Sol. Shall I know the beautiful lady’s name?

ARGENTO

Argento Mani. (She holds her hand out for a shake)

He accepts the shaking of hands and things return to awkward.

NOEMI

Uh… you have really pretty hair…

Sh blushes and hides her face with a slight “aw” from the compliment. The light reflects off her rare blonde hair and wings, giving this silvery white color which NOEMI finds mesmerizing.

NOEMI (cont’d)

Your hair… it’s uh… it’s silver… you look like an angel…

She blushes again,

ARGENTO

Thank you… sorry… I’m just really nervous when I like a guy… (Realizes what she just said) I mean!

NOEMI

(Surprised by that, he quickly responds) I’m nervous when I like a girl too… uh I mean… uh… Do you want to go out sometime? (He tries to smile and look cool but it looks awkward)

She laughs it off and smiles at him which makes him laugh and smile too. Meanwhile, from the counter, JUSTIN & PERIWINKLE are playing sneaky sneaks as they see NOEMI & ARGENTO hitting it off.

ARGENTO

(She takes notice of them) Um… I think your siblings are watching us.

NOEMI turns around to see both JUSTIN & PERIWINKLE quickly hiding as he turns, now embarrassed.

NOEMI

Dammit, you guys!

ARGENTO

(She laughs) That’s adorable and yes.

NOEMI

Yes?

ARGENTO

Yes… I would love to go out sometime… um, but can you help me find a book on Necromancy first?

NOEMI

Really?! I mean… Yes! Um… sorry, I’m not very good at this to be perfectly honest.

ARGENTO

That’s okay.

NOEMI

Oh!

He looks at the shelves full of magic spell books and finds a few Necromancy spell books, at least three he has so far.

NOEMI

With our magic being so… quiet… I only have the three.

ARGENTO

That sounds perfect. Um… do you want to go to Maple Brews sometime?

NOEMI

I… uh… (He breathes in)

ARGENTO she laughs at his nervousness finding it cute.

NOEMI

(He lets out his breath) I’d love to.

ARGENTO

Great! Um, here’s my number, (She hands him a slip of paper with her phone number.)

NOEMI

I’ll ring you up at the counter. (He smiles.)

He grabs the three books and brings them to the counter with ARGENTO following. JUSTIN & PERIWINKLE weren’t behind the counter though. She pays him, he hands her the change and her purchase and she goes on her merry way. NOEMI looks around the store and each aisle for both JUSTIN & PERIWINKLE.

NOEMI

Peri? Justin? Where the heck did you guys go? (He whispers to himself.)

He looks up to see them on the ceiling with JUSTIN clutching his fingers like claws and PERIWINKLE on his back.

JUSTIN

Hi.

NOEMI

How did you guys get up there?!

JUSTIN stands up and hangs upside down without any falling down.

JUSTIN

Gravity boots dude. I get bored a lot.

PERIWINKLE lets go and used her air magic to float down safely. JUSTIN turns off the Gravity Boots and does a flip landing on the floor.

PERIWINKLE

Noemi’s got a girlfriend!

NOEMI

I don’t.

PERIWINKLE

Yes, you do! Tell him, Justin!

JUSTIN he nods as he looks toward NOEMI, agreeing with PERIWINKLE.

NOEMI

I don’t!

JUSTIN

Dude, come on, I know how it feels. I was hella nervous too when it came to a girl I liked a lot. Now we’re dating!

NOEMI

She…

JUSTIN

She made your heart stop for a second, didn’t she?

NOEMI

Yeah…

JUSTIN

I felt exactly the same way with Hoku… my heart just stopped and I saw that her beautiful, beautiful eyes… and I knew I was in love with her.

NOEMI

That sounds nice… but what if I mess it up?!

PERIWINKLE

You won’t!

NOEMI

What if I do?

JUSTIN

Hey! Dude… I’ll tell you again, I know how you feel. Everything that you’re feeling right now, I felt the same way. You just have to believe in yourself and go with the flow of things, stay calm and be her friend and if you guys advance… then maybe you’ll find out what happens next.

CUT TO:

INT. EDITH’S LIVING ROOM. AFTERNOON.

The friends and PERIWINKLE are all hanging out together. They’re having a fun little lunch. NOEMI was now extremely nervous about his soon to be date with ARGENTO. EDITH the lovable ball of curiosity as always she jumps to help him.

EDITH

Noemi, you’ll be fine!

NOEMI is sitting on the ground with his arms holding his knees and his wings holding him like a baby.

NOEMI

NO, I WON’T! (He makes a face of distress and worry)

EDITH

Yes, you will! You just have to believe in yourself!

PERIWINKLE

Yeah! You got this!

NOEMI

I’m gonna mess it up! I know I will! I don’t know if I can go anymore!

EDITH, JUSTIN, PERIWINKLE, VIOLET

NO!

EDITH

Noemi, I love you. I love you very very much. But I believe in you that you can go and do this.

PERIWINKLE

Yeah! I love you, Noemi, you got this!

JUSTIN

Yeah, dude. You’re just overthinking it, you’ll be fine.

VIOLET

Man up and don’t be a bitch.

EDITH

Violet!

VIOLET

Sorry… uh, I love you, Noemi. But you seriously got to be more confident in yourself. (She comes closer to comfort him.) I believe in you buddy. You’re like my dorky annoying winged necromancing brother. I love you, dude… and I know you can do it.

The words coming from VIOLET, a person whom he disliked since the beginning of meeting each other. Finally said something nice for a change instead of something even harsher.

NOEMI

Thanks, V.

VIOLET

You’re welcome, Noemi. (She gives a brief laugh and a smile.) But if you don’t do this, you’re a bitch.

NOEMI

(Smirks and laughs.) Screw you too. (He reaches over for a hug.)

VIOLET gladly accepts it and patted him on the back.

CUT TO:

INT. MAPPLE BREWS. AFTERNOON.

It had been a few weeks since both NOEMI & ARGENTO had met at the shop. They were like love birds, literally due to the fact that all Necromancers have wings. They both are sitting together, enjoying their drinks. Surprisingly both the same drink, raspberry tea. They’re actually hitting it off perfectly.

ARGENTO

How’s Peri?!

NOEMI

She’s doing good! She’s doing great in school too.

ARGENTO

Aw! That’s good to hear. I love that ball of cuteness.

NOEMI

She loves you too. (He makes a little laugh) I think it’s because you make me happy.

ARGENTO

Aw! She’s adorable! Can we please plan a day where we go on a picnic or something?!

NOEMI

Of course, she’s gonna love that.

ARGENTO

Hey, I never got to ask, where are your parents?

NOEMI froze a little, then takes a simple breath.

NOEMI

They left the picture years ago…

ARGENTO

I’m… sorry… I didn’t mean to.

NOEMI

No, don’t be sorry. My friend Edith taught me to let go of my anger towards them. I wouldn’t want Peri to see me like that.

ARGENTO places her hand on his, which he notices. At first, he was surprised, but then slowly comes to hold her hand, which makes them both slowly fall in love with one another.

ARGENTO

You’re an amazingly strong person.

NOEMI

Thanks. (He has a slight smile.)

ARGENTO

Have you ever used your Necromancy magic?

NOEMI

Um… yeah. When I was ten, I revived someone by accident which knocked me out for ten days. My recovery took two months.

ARGENTO

Oh my…

NOEMI

Why do you ask?

ARGENTO

Um… I was reading through the Necromancy spell books and I found a new way of revival.

NOEMI

Really? The only attempts of other spells and rituals tried by other Necromancers leads to horrid deaths.

ARGENTO

I know, but my research in the books have led me to possibly full resurrection.

He leans in closer, due to interest.

NOEMI That’s not possible.

ARGENTO

I know it doesn’t sound that way, but it’s in the spell books. If we just follow the directions right, we might be able to resurrect things fully. Without any side effects. Will you help me?

A few minutes of silence between them fill NOEMI’S head. Believing and wanting to be more confident and not the shy boy he normally is.

NOEMI

I’ll help you.

ARGENTO smiles with glee and gets up to kiss him on the cheek.

ARGENTO

I’ll see you soon sweetie. (She smiles) I love you.

NOEMI shocked by the words, despite hearing it a couple times from her, it still made his heart burst with love.

NOEMI

I love you too. (He smiles)

The two leave and enjoy the rest of their day together.

CUT TO

INT. EDITH’S LIVING ROOM. NIGHT

A few days later, it was night, it was time for the new spell to be performed. NOEMI was getting ready after preparing dinner for PERIWINKLE.

NOEMI

Ok then, Peri, finish up your dinner. Edith and Justin will be watching over you. You better eat your veggies young lady. (He holds one finger, trying to be imposing) finish up your Caster homework and don’t stay up too late.

PERIWINKLE

How come I have to eat those yucky things when you get to have fun kissing Argento?

She says sarcastically.

NOEMI

Peri!

PERIWINKLE

Sorry. (She laughs and smiles)

NOEMI

We’re gonna perform some new necromancy spells.

PERIWINKLE had lost her child-like wonder as the word, “Necromancy” was spoken, she instantly became concerned.

PERIWINKLE

No! Please don’t!

She rushes over to hug him, holding his waist and grabbing some parts of his long coat. Concerned for her now, he kneels and hugs her.

NOEMI

Hey, hey, what’s wrong?

PERIWINKLE

You’re gonna get hurt!

NOEMI

No, I won’t. I promise I won’t.

PERIWINKLE

Yes, you will! Like the last time! You didn’t wake up and I got so scared and I don’t want my big brother to die! Please don’t leave me alone again! (She cries in his arms.)

NOEMI

(She holds her face) Hey, look at me. I’m never ever leaving you. Okay? I love you… and there isn’t anything in the world that would want me to leave my little sister all alone. I promise I’ll be safe.

PERIWINKLE

You promise, promise?

NOEMI

I promise, promise Birdy. (He smiles)

She hugs him one last time before he leaves for the night. PERIWINKLE sits on the couch and crosses her arms, now overthinking about it.

CUT TO

EXT. ROOFTOP. NIGHT

NOEMI had flown in on ARGENTO who had already set up a ritual circle in chalk. She rushes toward him for a hug and a kiss.

ARGENTO

You made it!

NOEMI

Yeah, let’s get this started.

The two stand at two ends of the circle, within the middle of the circle, it was a long-dead raven. The stench of death was a foul a mere feet within its vicinity was entering an area of death. They place both hands on the ritual circle, their hands glow that light green looking wickedly dangerous. They instantly feel the pain of their magic taking a toll on both of them. The magic generated by them fuels the magic circle and glows the same wickedly light green color.

The magic flies into the corpse of the raven, raising it as if some unknown force carried it into the air. Infusing it within the corpse of the raven as it’s lifeless body had regained motion and life. They both let go of the circle and grab each other and see the spell work its magic. The raven’s corpse lands in the middle and jumps back to life.

ARGENTO

We did it?! WE DID IT! (She grabs Noemi’s face and kisses him.)

They both cheer for their achievement and success, the raven suddenly starts screaming as if it were in excruciating pain. Concerned ARGENTO slowly walks toward the circle. NOEMI concerned is behind her, all of a sudden the raven begins to morph into something… monstrous. An abomination if you see it that way. Most people would cower in fear due to these necromantic powers as the magic of this sort is rumors of horrid deaths and mere destructions and manipulations of souls and death.

The raven morphed into somewhat of a humanoid being. Having developed a grey skin toned body and hands forming more claw-like ends.

RAVEN MONSTER

I HAVE TO THANK YOU BOTH!

His voice gurgled as he spoke, as his body morphed and resurrected. Half his face was a shadow, glowing red eyes, while marks on his toned and grey skin were etched with symbols and marks. Glowing the wickedly light green through them.

RAVEN MONSTER (cont’d)

I never expected this. Any of this, (he laughs)

His laugh echoed despite not being in a closed room.

NOEMI

Who are you?! (He stands in front of Argento)

RAVEN MONSTER

I don’t know… (laughs like a crazy person) I’ve never been summoned before, especially in a vessel which, despite being an animal. Makes me all the more terrifying.

ARGENTO

Wait… we were resurrecting the raven! We didn’t soul summon you!

RAVEN MONSTER

Fortunately, child, you did. There is no such thing as a full resurrection in Necromancy. You can manipulate the zombies, phantoms, vampires… summon souls. Reanimating yes, but back to life… (He laughs again.)

NOEMI

Who are you?!

RAVEN MONSTER

I think I was… uh, Necromancer. No… I was a Necromancer! It’s all coming back now… I did spells and rituals like you… except I did worst things…

NOEMI summons a blast of necro magic in the form of skulls immediately firing it. Hitting RAVEN MONSTER but it proved ineffective.

RAVEN MONSTER

Nice job kid. I would’ve done the same thing.

He dashes quickly toward NOEMI and grabs him by the neck.

RAVEN MONSTER (cont’d)

I sense you’re a Necromancer too. Both of you. I also sense that you boy. You never mastered your magic. Huh?

He throws him across the roof. ARGENTO rushes over toward NOEMI.

RAVEN MONSTER (cont’d)

As a former Necromancer… I am thoroughly and utterly disappointed in you. To reconcile this, I will take your soul. Seems fair right?

He raises his claw-like hand and begins to drain NOEMI’S soul. ARGENTO tries to fight back, using her powers to play tug of war for his soul. The fight is intervened by JUSTIN & EDITH. JUSTIN blasting the RAVEN MONSTER with a blue time blast. EDITH roaring with her wrathful blasts both stopping him from draining NOEMI’S soul.

NOEMI

How did you guys find us?

EDITH

Emotional distress.

JUSTIN

Plus glimpses of precognition.

NOEMI

Lovely. Thanks, guys. And, oh… Um, this is Argento… my girl… friend.

ARGENTO

You’re so cute when you’re flustered.

JUSTIN & EDITH

Nice to meet you!

The RAVEN MONSTER roars and with his wings morphed large enough to look like the most towering monster there was. Wings of the night as they were larger than NOEMI’S & ARGENTO’S wings.

RAVEN MONSTER

I am disappointed… this New Era… Necromancers are weak, spineless and mistreated! Now I’m surrounded by children!

He rushes at them grabbing both JUSTIN & EDITH simply hanging them by their clothes.

RAVEN MONSTER (cont’d)

You smell of Empath magic! (He turns his beak toward Justin.) AND YOU! You smell of something else… what are you! (He throws Edith away.)

JUSTIN

Just an alien from another world. (He blasts him with time energy)

He drops them rolls backward back to the group. He freezes the RAVEN MONSTER in time and takes a breather.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

You guys have to figure this out, I can’t hold him long enough.

ARGENTO

I don’t know! It was supposed to be a resurrection of a raven! Not a soul summon of a dead Necromancer…

EDITH

Well is there any reversal spells?!

ARGENTO

I don’t know!

She begins to feel a heavyweight pounding on her chest as she breathes in and out quickly. NOEMI tries to calm her down, knowing the feeling too similar.

NOEMI

Look at me! Look at me, sweetie! (He places one hand on her cheek)

She turns her face toward him.

NOEMI (cont’d)

Breathe.

She does so and slowly rebuilds herself from the stress. The RAVEN MONSTER unfreezes and looks around like a crazy person, despite being that already.

RAVEN MONSTER

What did you do? You froze me in time? How?! TELL ME?!

JUSTIN

Well, you’re clearly off your rocker, but I can’t tell you the secret of my people!

RAVEN MONSTER

Don’t worry. (He dashes toward him grabbing him by the neck.) I’d thought I’d beat it out of you! (He squeezes Justin’s neck tighter.)

Unknown to the RAVEN MONSTER not knowing JUSTIN has a second metal skin underneath his organic one. He tries to fake the choking as long as possible as the group tries to figure their way to reverse the spell.

RAVEN MONSTER (cont’d)

TELL ME! (He looks to his friends) MAKE HIM TELL ME NOW!

They simply ignore and comb through the books. Realizing this all being a ruse, his rage puts his scattered mind together. He throws JUSTIN toward them.

RAVEN MONSTER (cont’d)

Apologies, my mind was scattered.

His voice sounded more sophisticated and raspier.

JUSTIN

That doesn’t sound good.

RAVEN MONSTER

Now that as my mentality has restored. I can kill you all now.

NOEMI stands and uses his necromancy magic to defend his friends and his girlfriend. JUSTIN joins him helping with keeping him at bay. The RAVEN MONSTER blocks the necromancy magic but is affected by the time energy. PERIWINKLE suddenly drops in her eyes glowing light blue which represented her wind magic.

NOEMI

Birdy! NO!

He rushes toward his little sister, putting every known possible fear in him. He fires the blast of necro magic once more but he’d become rather weak. He begins to fall but PERIWINKLE catches him with her wind magic and floats him safely to the ground.

RAVEN MONSTER

(He snickers) What’s this? A little girl comes to fight me?

PERIWINKLE

That’s right, asshole.

RAVEN MONSTER

Ooh! I’m so afraid of a little girl. (He says sarcastically) What’s a little witch like you supposed to do to me?

PERIWINKLE

That’s Magic Caster to you bitch!

RAVEN MONSTER

WHAT?!

She blasts him with wind but surrounds both he and her in the eye of a tornado. NOEMI despite being weak has the strength to get back up. EDITH & ARGENTO make sure he is okay whilst JUSTIN tries to break through the tornado but the winds around were as solid as a wall. The RAVEN MONSTER not aware of her hidden talents as a Magic Caster was frightened.

PERIWINKLE

This is for hurting my big brother, asshole!

She charges a blast of wind in both hands, as the magic of hers glow that whitish blue color. Her magic so great and hiddenly powerful it forms a construct of wings.

RAVEN MONSTER

Spirit Magic…

PERIWINKLE blasts him with the charged wind blast and he slowly dissipates. The RAVEN MONSTER was no more and PERIWINKLE had returned to normal and ran to her big brother.

PERIWINKLE

Noemi! You okay?!

NOEMI

(With weakness in his voice) Of course Birdy. I promised you didn’t I?

PERIWINKLE

You did, I’m glad you’re safe.

NOEMI

Hey, Birdy. Meet Argento.

ARGENTO

Hello Periwinkle. (She smiles)

PERIWINKLE hugs her instantly.

PERIWINKLE

I love you already!

JUSTIN waves his hand over NOEMI giving him Time Healing in order to heal.

NOEMI

Birdy?

PERIWINKLE

Yes, Noemi?

NOEMI

Where did you learn how to curse young lady?

PERIWINKLE

Uh… you…

Everyone laughs and the night ends with the ritual circle destroyed and the books being hidden in within Sol Stuff. Meanwhile hidden in the darkness lies a figure in shadow but a familiar character. He speaks into a magic orb.

VODNIK

Mistress Neydolya! The Necromancers have successfully brought back the soul of the Dark Necromancer.

NEYDOLYA

Good… very good. Did you get the ritual spell and all the requirements needed?

VODNIK

Yes, my mistress!

NEYDOLYA

Good. Return at once. This shall be apart of the greater plan ahead.

CUT TO BLACK

END OF EPISODE 7

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The Greatest Gift of All - My Matthew & Mary Secret Santa Contribution

Hi!! I’m your Secret Santa. Thanks so much for your patience. I had a family member hospitalized and have had to finish my Matthew and Mary story at breakneck speed. I do hope you like it. I won’t post here until you let me know you’ve read it. Will post on Fan Fiction page after Christmas.

The Greatest Gift of All

Christmas Eve, 1923

Lady Edith Crawley, the second born daughter to the Earl and Countess of Grantham, gripped the top rung of the wooden ladder she was perched on tightly as she bent sideways and stretched to place one of her favorite ornaments on the massive Christmas tree. Imported from Germany, the exquisite triangular piece she held in her hands was crafted with metal wire and hand blown mercury glass that was beaded into garland, framing two delicate glass bells that hung from the center in two tiers.

Returning to her original position on the ladder, Edith straightened and eyed the ornament she held in her hand appreciatively for a long moment, hanging it on a wide branch. Though relatively confident she had chosen the perfect spot on the Norwegian fir to showcase its beauty, she sought the opinion of her brother-in-law, who had so far given her excellent advice from his stationary position in the Great Hall, hanging back just far enough to take in the entire tree.

“Matthew, what do you think? Should I move it a bit to the right or should I leave it?”

Hearing someone clear their throat behind her, Edith turned her head and found her elder sister standing in the space Matthew had occupied for the last twenty minutes.

“I think it looks perfect exactly where it is,” Mary responded on behalf of her spouse.

Edith nodded and smiled, “I’m glad you think so.” Then surveying the room quickly, she added, “…but where did Matthew run off to? He was here a few seconds ago and seemed to be enjoying his mission in making the final call on the ornament placement.”

“I have no doubt he was, but I have found that he is unable to stay away from what he enjoys most for more than an hour or so. How long has he been helping you decorate the tree?”

“About that,” Edith replied, with a quizzical look on her face.

“I see …Well then, I suspect he is in the nursery as it is near the time Victoria is put down for her nap. In all likelihood, Matthew has dismissed Nanny Dale and is holding our daughter in his arms, singing her a lullaby at this very moment.”

Grinning atop her perch in spite of losing her assistant, Edith declared, She is blessed to have him…and so are you, But you know that already.”

Mary nodded, uncharacteristically in full agreement with her sister. Then she excused herself to join her husband and their second child, as she, too, found she could not stay away from the nursery for too long.

Reaching the first landing on her way to the Gallery and the bedrooms, she heard Edith enlisting Mrs. Hughes to fill Matthew’s vacant spot. Then the sound of his melodious voice filling the stairwell drowned out all others. It halted her ascent as she paused to imagine the scene she would soon witness and her eyes became misty.

Doing her best to compose herself, she blinked a few times to ward off tears that were threatening and took a long deep breath. Her sister’s words rang in her ears as she exhaled it and she took the remaining steps with alacrity.

“Blessed, indeed.”

Reaching her destination, Mary opened the door to the nursery that Victoria shared with her brother George and their cousin Sybbie, her late sister Sybil and Tom Branson’s daughter. At once, she found her imagination had not done the scene she conjured in her mind justice.

Though she had expected to find Matthew singing their daughter to sleep, the sight of him ensconced in the mahogany rocker with Victoria nestled against him nearly did her in.

The two-month old had with one tiny hand wrapped around her father’s index finger, her blue eyes locked with his. The sight touched her so deeply, that it stopped her dead in her tracks.

The knowledge that this time last year she had believed him dead and buried and now he sat before her holding their second child overwhelmed her, bringing fresh tears to her eyes that she could not forestall this time. As they trickled down her face, she silently berated herself for not having a handkerchief when she needed it most.

Whether it was a draft from the hallway that made its way through the now open door or Mary’s sniffling that caught his attention, Matthew stopped serenading Victoria and turned his head toward the entrance to the room. Finding his wife dabbing madly at her glistening face, the joyous expression that was planted on his own turned quickly to alarm and he began to rise from his seat.

Half way out of the chair, he asked anxiously, “Darling, what is wrong?”

Mary motioned for him to sit back down and he did, although his face still was creased with worry.

“I’m absolutely fine, darling,” she said with conviction. “It seems my hormones are still a bit out of whack since my pregnancy. That’s all. The sight of you singing to the baby just moved me to tears.” Then pointing to her face with both hands, she continued, “Rest assured that they are tears of joy, not sorrow. Now, you must stop worrying before you upset Victoria.”

At that, Matthew smiled and reached out his hand to her, an invitation to join him and their second child as he returned his gaze to Victoria. He noticed quickly that the smile that had graced her face moments earlier was now gone and he quickly heeded Mary’s words.

“All is well, little one,” he assured the infant as he gently tapped her button nose with his index finger. He then took hold of Mary’s hand, now in reach, and told their daughter, “Your Mama has come to sing to you and she has the voice of an angel. You are quite lucky.”

Victoria’s cherry colored lips rose upward and then she blew a tiny bubble with her saliva.

Matthew chuckled and then set his sights on Mary, who now stood beside him with a broad smile upon her face as she gazed lovingly upon their second child, and said softly, “As am I.”

…

Victoria slept soundly in the bassinet that had at one time or another held every child born and raised at Downton. Over the years, the color and style of the bedding had varied depending on the sex of the baby nestled in it; the current pale pink and white eyelet lace predominant until Matthew and Mary’s son George was born. Then the frilly border was replaced with a plain linen binding and color of the bedding switched to that of the future Earl of Grantham’s eyes – both of theirs.

Matthew and Mary stood silently side by side, watching their two month old daughter’s chest rise and fall, the two of them smiling in unison as the baby’s heart shaped mouth sucked on an imaginary nipple.

“How did you manage to get rid of Nanny Dale?” Mary whispered in a tone just loud enough for Matthew to hear.

He ginned mischievously at her before returning his eyes to Victoria and replying, “I tied her up, gagged her, and locked her in the closet.”

At that Mary covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a laugh that bubbled up too quickly for her to stifle it. Then she poked her husband in the side with her elbow.

“Seriously, darling….How did you manage to dissuade the nanny from performing her duties this time? “

Matthew hung his head sheepishly and bit his lip in order to quell his own amusement. Then he replied in as serious a tone as he could muster, “I convinced Sybbie and George to harangue her until she would take them down to the kitchen to get a cookie, or perhaps two, from Mrs. Patmore.”

Returning his eyes to the baby, he saw Mary glaring at him in his peripheral vision and added, “I assure you that neither of them needed much encouragement to come to my aid. They were both were willing and eager to oblige me.”

Mary rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. “Victoria needs to bond with her nanny so that when you and I are not available to her, she still will feel at ease,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument. “I know that intellectually you are in full agreement with me but have instead chosen to let your emotions rule your behavior. If I didn’t know better, I would swear you had an American ancestor somewhere down the line.”

Raising his eyebrows in mock horror, Matthew shot back, “Ouch!!! Knowing your feelings regarding American sentimentality, that stings.”

Then looking back at their daughter, who now displayed an angelic smile, he nodded in Mary’s direction.

“I’m sorry, darling. I do know she needs to become accustomed to Nanny Dale and though it won’t be easy for me to curtail my visits to the nursery, I promise to do my best to stop interfering with her.”

Seeing the resignation and sadness on Matthew’s face made Mary’s heart ache. She hated seeing him this way and quickly moved closer to comfort him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m not suggesting that you stay away often when she is bathed or put down for a nap”, she clarified. “Victoria would miss you terribly…and knowing first hand how that feels….,” Mary choked out, remembering exactly how she had yearned for him when he was gone. “Well, suffice to say I would move heaven and earth to prevent her from that heartache.

She looked up and found him smiling broadly at her and in the next second, planted a kiss on her head as he vowed, “You have my word that I will do whatever is necessary to do what is in Victoria’s best interest.”

He didn’t have to say it as Mary already knew he would. Since he had been back at Downton, he had proved to be an outstanding father to George and she knew he would follow suit with their daughter.

She took his hand then and leading him toward the door suggested the two of them might take a short nap, raising one of her eyebrows so that her underlying invitation would be interpreted correctly.

Matthew’s mood improved considerably upon hearing her offer and a mischievous smile formed on his lips as he quickly nodded.

They stopped once they stepped out into the hallway that led to their own bedroom, both turning their heads in unison to take one last look at the newest member of the Crawley family and wishing her sweet dreams.

Christmas Day, 1923

Having lived at Downton Abbey her entire life, Mary had become accustomed to the exquisite beauty and grandeur that surrounded her on a daily basis; a sight that left many who saw it in awe. Yet even she could not remain unaffected by it at Christmas, when Downton was decked out in all its glory.

It was almost as if the décor of the house was planned with that particular holiday in mind as the majority of Downton’s furnishings, draperies and carpets bore the traditional red, green and gold hues widely on display that special day.

Lovely garlands graced the banisters leading down from the Gallery to the Great Hall. Poinsettias, Christmas roses, holly and ivy wove throughout the evergreen boughs with large festive bows entwined around the creation every few feet.

Mistletoe hung in the archway of more than one door, tradition dictating that the lucky or unlucky as the case may be pair who found themselves standing beneath it to kiss.

As Mary reached the first landing on her way down to the library where the Crawleys would exchange their gifts, she paused to take in the massive tree with all its trimmings. Hundreds of ornaments in a multitude of shapes, sizes and colors hung in perfect harmony on its wide branches along with strands of silver tinsel that sparkled in the glow of the fairy lights that wound around the entire tree.

There must be thousands of them, she thought as she stood mesmerized by the sight before her, unable to take her eyes off the incandescent roping for a long moment as she found the spirit of Christmas washing over her. Then recalling she was already late for the festivities at hand, she blinked and took the next set of steps down to the main floor.

Not surprisingly, Mary was the last of the family to arrive in the drawing room and was welcomed warmly by her mother as soon as she spotted her.

“You’ve arrived just in time, darling,” Cora said without a trace of sarcasm. “This one is for you,” she added, passing a small box wrapped in festive red and green striped paper to her.

Mary returned her Mama’s smile and nodded thanks, instantly recognizing the handwriting on the card as Matthew’s. Spotting him standing near the piano chatting with their brother-in-law Tom, she called out to him.

Ordinarily, she would have not have interrupted the two men’s conversation, as it warmed her heart to see their camaraderie since Matthew’s return. Tom and Matthew had developed a strong friendship, akin to that of brothers since the day he served as best man at their wedding. He took the news of his death hard, especially coming on the heels of losing his wife, Sybil, her youngest sister in childbirth less than two year’s earlier.

However she felt compelled to interrupt the two men now as she had a special gift she had been itching to give her husband since the moment she picked it up in Ripon the day before and could wait no longer.

Fortunately she didn’t have to as Matthew crossed the room quickly upon hearing her voice, a broad smile on his face as he took in her appearance. He greatly appreciated the deep green velvet that hugged her curves, the color contrasting beautifully with his wife’s alabaster skin. Her cheeks, still flushed from their recent escapades enhanced the natural beauty of her face.

At Mary’s insistence, he had left her in her lady’s maid Anna’s capable hands 15 minute’s earlier to join the family as she was running a bit behind. Having arrived before she did, he had born the brunt of the family’s displeasure regarding his wife’s late arrival with pleasure, offering each of the Crawleys a mea culpa on Mary’s behalf. Even the Dowager Countess’s sarcastic rebuke rolled off his skin as he was still basking in the afterglow of his and Mary’s lovemaking.

“Thank you for representing us both in my absence,” she said, kissing his cheek. “No doubt you got an earful.”

Matthew smiled, “Your Papa and Mama didn’t make much of a fuss. Tom was grateful that you were late as we had some estate matters to discuss and there wasn’t a peep out of Edith. I gather decorating the tree yesterday took the wind out of her sails. I’m not at all certain she will be able to keep her eyes open during the “game” later this evening. She appears quite done in. In fact, the only one who complained was your grandmother and I didn’t mind. Our lovely interlude was worth her wrath and more.”

“Mary…Mary…here is another one for you,” her mother called out, standing next to a table with a pile of neatly wrapped gifts stacked by order of their size. “Come now, darling…You can chat with Matthew later…I’m in dire need of a cup of tea and won’t be able to have it until these gifts are distributed.”

“In a second, Mama,” she hissed. “I would like to open Matthew’s gift first.”

For the second time, she cursed herself for not having a handkerchief on hand as she opened the golden locket he had given her and found a miniature portrait of George and Victoria side by side.

“Darling, this is perfect. Thank you from the bottom of my heart,” she said, kissing his cheek before she asked him to help her with the clasp so that she could wear it.

She turned to face Matthew and looked down at the locket, smiling at the images of their offspring before she closed it. Then hearing her mother’s whine from across the room, she raised her eyebrows before giving his arm a gentle squeeze and calling out, “Coming, Mama.”

….

Lifting a crisp white linen square with an Irish lace border from its box, Mary smiled, “Thank you, Edith. Your choice of a gift for me is spot on as I have put off replenishing my supply of handkerchiefs and am in short supply. In fact I was just telling Anna the other day how much I…" Then as the penny dropped, she added, “It seems I must also thank her for relaying my need to you.”

Edith nodded, “I’m glad that I’ve given you something you will make use of,” before tearing the wrapping off the rectangular box in her own hands.

Tom moved closer to his sister-in-law as she opened his gift, his facial expression a bit apprehensive until he caught sight of her ogling the leather gloves he had chosen for her with glee.

“I find they enhance your grip on the steering wheel greatly,” he said standing over Edith’s shoulder.

“It still astounds me that you enjoy driving so much,” Mary interjected. “However, I give you a great deal of credit for sticking with your lessons until you mastered it…You, too, Tom, for being such a wonderful teacher.”

Edith and the Crawley’s erstwhile driver bowed their heads in thanks, the both of them knowing Mary’s compliments were not given lightly. The two then took a walk down memory lane, recounting some of the more humorous experiences they shared the first few times Edith sat behind the wheel.

The Countess of Grantham continued handing out presents – a hat sporting a peacock feather to her niece Rose, a box of Cuban cigars to her husband, a beige shawl with a black border to her sister-in-law Rosamund and book of Irish fairy tales to her son-in-law, Tom. The gift special as she and Robert had searched high and low for it, knowing how much he enjoyed reading to Sybbie at bed time.

The Dowager Countess and Isobel were deeply touched upon receiving a lovely framed family portrait of Matthew, Mary and the children, his mother pulling both of them into an embrace and going on excitedly having the perfect spot to display it in the drawing room at Crawley House.

Finally handing her resurrected son-in-law the last two items on the table, Cora was finally able to take her seat and a long sip of the tea she had been pining for.

Both were rectangular in shape with one much larger than the other and tied together with a wide, red velvet bow. By process of elimination, Matthew knew before looking at the card that the gifts were from Mary and he smiled at her.

She placed her tea cup on the side table to her right and rose from her spot beside her grandmother, making her way to Matthew as he pulled the ribbon loose and laid the long strand on the now empty table.

“I hope you like them,” she said, her eyes filled with anticipation as she was clearly eager for him to get on with it.

“No doubt that I will,” he replied, quickly removing the wrapping off the smaller box and opening it.

Inside was a pocket camera, labeled as such since it fit perfectly in a man’s vest pocket. It was all the rage since the Eastman Kodak company had exported their latest invention to Europe from headquarters in New York.

“Darling, this is wonderful,” Matthew declared, planting a quick kiss on Mary’s cheek.

Then peering through the camera at those huddled around him, he added joyfully, “I look forward to taking an unprecedented number of photographs of the children, which I feel certain we will cherish as they grow.”

Knowing that he had began recording daily events in a journal when he was an amnesiac living in London to ensure they were not forgotten, Mary was keenly aware of the value Matthew placed on the preservation of memories. It was what planted the idea in her head of giving him the camera. He would now have a visual journal to look back on.

“I assumed you would be quite prolific in that regard,” she replied. Then looking at the larger box he now held, she added, “Hence my second gift.”

Matthew smiled at her again as he pulled a leather bound photograph album out of its container, noticing quickly that the cover had “The Crawley Family” emblazoned across it in large gold type.

Deeply touched by Mary’s thoughtfulness, he placed the album down and pulled her into his arms. “Your gifts are perfect, darling.” he whispered in her ear. “I will treasure them always.” He stepped back then and taking both of her hands in his, he added, “As I do you and our children.”

At that, the Earl of Grantham cleared his throat while his wife reached for one of the handkerchiefs from the box that lay open nearby and dabbed her eyes with it.

“I think it is safe to say that Mary has won out this year in choosing the best gift. Robert announced. “Bravo, my dear.”

Hearing her father’s proclamation, she turned to him and shot back, “No, Papa. I must disagree. My husband’s gift surpasses mine by far.” Then seeing all eyes fix on her locket, she shook her head back and forth. “No, this is lovely, but it isn’t the gift I’m speaking of. That one was given to me nearly a year ago when Matthew returned to Downton and our life together. That was and will always remain the greatest gift of all.”

At her urging, Cora passed Mary’s box of handkerchiefs to Edith, who in turn handed it to Matthew’s mother. The Dowager Countess nodded, tapping her cane on the floor to indicate she was in harmony with her granddaughter’s proclamation.

“Here…here, I could not agree more, Mary.” her father cried out. Then he bellowed, “Happy Christmas to you all. I cannot imagine a happier one.”

Mary couldn’t either as she found herself once again wrapped in her loving husband’s arms.

The greatest gift, indeed.

Wishing you a Happy Holiday!

MsMenna

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recklesstreacherous · 7 years ago

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Oh my gosh, Rebekah Harkness had such a messy and sad life www(.)nytimes(.)com/1988/05/22/books/is-there-a-chic-way-to-go(.)html?pagewanted=all

Thanks for linking this article! I love reading about her… and yes, she did have a very unique and tragic life. I’d love to watch a documentary about her.

_______________________________________________________________________‘IS THERE A CHIC WAY TO GO?’A week after her death on June 17, 1982, the mortal remains of Rebekah Harkness were toted home by her older daughter Terry in a Gristede’s shopping bag. The ashes were placed in a $250,000 jeweled urn made by Salvador Dali. They didn’t fit: “Just a leg is in there, or maybe half of her head, and an arm,” said one of Rebekah’s friends. Several hours later, the top of the urn - called the Chalice of Life - was somehow, by unknown agencies, uncovered. “Oh, my God,” said a witness. “She’s escaped.”

This post-mortem mischief was going on at Harkness House, the East 75th Street town house headquarters of the Harkness Ballet Foundation, which Mrs. Harkness had modeled on the St. Petersburg Ballet School. The building, according to Craig Unger, the author of this rich-man/eye-of-the-needle biography, was in a state of putrefaction, “crumbling like Tara after the Civil War.” Meanwhile, in her apartment at the Carlyle Hotel, people who called themselves Rebekah Harkness’s friends were pillaging, “grabbing things right and left.”

Rebekah’s younger daughter Edith, a failed suicide who had spent many years in mental institutions, took only her mother’s pills: Seconal, Nembutal, Valium, Haldol, Librium and various painkillers - 40 vials in all. Allen Pierce, Rebekah’s son by the first of her four husbands, was unable to be present. Convicted of murder in the second degree, he was behind the bars of a Florida jail. Bobby Scevers, Rebekah’s lover, 25 years younger than she and a self-declared homosexual, pronounced her children “the most worthless, selfish, useless creatures I’ve ever seen.” (Mr. Scevers has a stunning way of placing himself squarely in the center of every sentence he utters; he appears to believe that Rebekah Harkness’s death happened more to him than to her.) If I report on the demise of the multimillionaire patron of the dance dry-eyed, it is because I am confident in the belief that nothing we say about the dead can prejudice the Defense or tip the Scales of Judgment. I myself wouldn’t give the time of day to anyone who cleaned her pool out with Dom Perignon, put mineral oil in the punch at her sister’s debutante ball and (all in the middle of the Great Depression) got tossed off an ocean liner for shouting obscenities, throwing dinner plates at an orchestra of Filipinos gamely playing the American national anthem, and offending the sensibilities of her fellow passengers by swimming nude - for which actions she counted herself witty. (I do admit, however, that I’d go a long way to read a sentence like this, spoken by Bertrand Castelli, the co-producer of “Hair,” about the time he made love to Rebekah Harkness in her office: “It was as if we were two camels in the desert who suddenly know that the only way to make an oasis is to really talk sense.” After his brief interlude in the oasis, Mr. Castelli was made the artistic director of the Harkness Ballet. “Kiss me,” she commanded. “The others, they just know how to bite.”) Craig Unger, a former editor at New York magazine, appears to be dazzled by all this, although it is sometimes hard to tell whether his breathlessness arises from approval, disapproval, sadness, awe or simple bewilderment. Mr. Unger, who records interviews uncritically and unreflectively, does not permit us to know exactly how he feels about his subject.

Rebekah Harkness was born in 1915 to a rich, emotionally frigid St. Louis family. She was brought up by a nanny who was chosen because she had worked in an insane asylum. She went to Fermata, a South Carolina finishing school that had sheltered Roosevelts, Biddles and Auchinclosses. There she delighted, as she wrote in her scrapbook, in setting out to “do everything bad.’' After her divorce from W. Dickson Pierce, an upper-class advertising photographer, she chose for her second husband the Standard Oil heir William Hale Harkness, who enjoyed a lofty social status, as her own family did not. He appears to have been an embarrassing sort of man; he wrote and privately published a book called ’'Totem and Topees,” which he described as a “conglomeration of uninteresting misinformation,” and followed that with a book called “Ho hum, the Fisherman,” which, he said, did not “have the excuse even of literary merit.” We are told by Mr. Unger - who is an uncomfortable stranger in the world of the rich, unused to deciphering nuances of caste - that the Harknesses’ seven-year marriage was a happy one. Little evidence is given in support of this thesis except that the two wrote a song together called “Giggling With My Feet.”

After she was widowed, Mrs. Harkness renovated her Rhode Island house; she installed 8 kitchens and 21 baths. This arrangement effectively kept her from having to see her three children on anything like a regular basis. She had a salon of sorts. She traveled a lot.

She fancied herself a composer.

She acquired a guru, also a yogi.

She married again. And again.

She was surrounded by a group her son Allen described as “all the fairies flying off the floor, the blackmailing lawyers, the weirdos, the people in the trances.” “We were the favorites,” says a dancer. “We were the loved ones.” In 1961, Rebekah Harkness became the sponsor of the late Robert Joffrey’s small ballet troupe. She did this in grand - if occasionally Marie Antoinette-ish -style. Generous, wasteful, willful, demanding and delusional, she broke with Joffrey to form the Harkness Ballet when he refused to perform the compositions she insisted on writing. In the eyes of many, she had betrayed him. “Costumes, sets, musical scores,” Mr. Unger writes, “many of the best dancers, the entire repertory - even the works choreographed by Joffrey himself - were owned by her foundation.”

“You see,” she said. “Money can buy anything.” It bought her the services of George Skibine, Marjorie Tallchief, Alvin Ailey, Erik Bruhn and Andy Warhol, but it did not guarantee her success. Mr. Unger tells us that under the direction of the dancer-choreographer Larry Rhodes the company began to garner critical raves - whereupon Mrs. Harkness fired him. Soon Clive Barnes was writing that the Harkness Ballet had “descended beyond the necessity of serious consideration,” and in 1975 it folded. She had spent the 1987 equivalent of $38 million on a failed enterprise. She rang J. D. Salinger’s bell dressed as a cleaning lady, having conceived the harebrained scheme that the reclusive writer’s short stories be put to music.

She dyed chocolate mousse blue. She dyed a cat green.

She moved hundreds of thousands of dollars from one bank to another for the pleasure of confusing her accountants. She believed in reincarnation. She filled her fish tank with goldfish and Scotch.

Her daughter Terry gave birth to a severely retarded and disabled child. For a time, Rebekah Harkness appeared to be enamored of the passive child, called Angel. Her passion, such as it was, burned itself out quickly, coincidentally with the baby’s pulling a ribbon out of her hair. Bobby Scevers, Mr. Unger writes, “had no sympathy” for the child. “So absurd,” Mr. Scevers pronounced. “When they started talking about putting the nursery over my room … I just hit the ceiling. I don’t want this screaming baby over my room! … Let the little creature die!” When she was 10 years old, she did.

Her daughter Edith jumped off roofs, swallowed pills and managed not to kill herself. “How should she do it?” Rebekah Harkness asked. “Is there a chic way to go?”

She lived on champagne and injections - Vitamin B, testosterone, painkillers - as a result of which her bathrooms were splattered with blood and her muscles calcified. (“She walked,” an acquaintance said, “like Frankenstein.”) One could almost feel sorry for her.

At the very end, according to Bobby Scevers, as she lay dying of cancer, “It was complete chaos… . It was so wonderful - everybody running around signing wills and trying on different wigs.”

Her daughter Terry hired Roy Cohn in a (failed) attempt to have her will invalidated.

Her daughter Edith killed herself. (“I’m glad Edith is gone,” said the unquenchable Bobby Scevers.

“I can’t believe it took her this long to succeed.”) Her son Allen says the years he spent in prison were the happiest of his life. He likes to talk about blowing people away. Knowing all this (and much, much more; Mr. Unger withholds no ugly or racy detail), what is it exactly that we have learned? That money can’t buy happiness? That even the rich must die? These are facts of which we have already been apprised.

One sometimes wonders if the point of all these poor-little-rich-girl/boy biographies is to lull the rest of us into a false sense of security: She is so unlike us that we are not encouraged to reflect upon our own mortality, the contemplation of which is a healthy and necessary exercise. We are meant to take comfort and a measure of relief from our difference - though, as we know but do not frequently wish to remember, the grave awaits us all.

It would be interesting to see what a social historian, someone familiar with the hierarchies of caste and class in America - or, better yet, a novelist with a theological bent - would make of the raw material Mr. Unger has gathered. I am beginning to think that biography, especially the biography of such a chaotic personality as Rebekah Harkness, needs to be molded and informed by a novelist’s ordering imagination. It might also have been interesting to see how a feminist writer would have assimilated the facts of Rebekah Harkness’s sorry life. Might Mrs. Harkness be seen as a casualty of her own doomed and defiled expectations? Unfit for mothering, unfit for ordinary love, unfit - untrained - to be the caretaker of a great fortune, was she altogether silly or altogether bad? Was she power or pawn? And how in the world did she get that way?

It is possible to write an edifying biography about an unedifying life. Jean Stein and George Plimpton did that brilliantly in “Edie,” the biography of poor Edie Sedgwick. “Blue Blood” is edifying only insofar as it raises questions about what a biography should be. A terrible story is told here. It makes no sense - and no sense is made of it.

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The Books That Made Me Who I Am

I am the product of endless books.

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Nearly every day, a friend or acquaintance tags me on Facebook, asking me to share a list of 10 books that have influenced me. Nearly every day, I read such lists from the same circle of friends and acquaintances. I understand the tidy pleasures provided by such an exercise, but in truth, I am not merely influenced by books. I could not limit a list of important books to a number or a neatly organized list. The list, whatever it might look like, would always be changing because I too am always changing. I am not influenced by books. Instead, I am shaped by them. I am made of flesh and bone and blood. I am also made of books.

The sweetest, most wide-eyed parts of me are made from the Little House on the Prairie books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. They were some of the first books I read, and as a young girl in Nebraska, I loved knowing there were interesting stories to be told about life on the plains. This is also where my imagination began to swell. I imagined making candy with snow and maple syrup. I could hear the timbre of Pa’s voice as he teased Half-Pint. I envied Mary’s grace under pressure. I loved Almanzo Wilder. I loved him fiercely, that country boy. When he began courting Laura, I imagined what it would be like to ride in his sleigh with him, my face chilled against the brisk winter air, the rest of me warmed beneath heavy blankets and the rushing blood of Almanzo next to me, the thrill of his hand in mine.

The sweetest, most wide-eyed parts of me are made from Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea, Lucy Maude Montgomery and Little Women, Louisa May Alcott.

I was a shy girl, but when I read, I was adventurous. Books made me bolder. I read stories, the titles of which I can no longer remember, about young girls embarking on thrilling adventures on wagon trains and fending for themselves, panning for gold. The Chronicles of Narnia made me believe I could slip into a wardrobe and emerge in a completely different world. Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time helped me embrace my intelligence, showed me how I was not merely bound to this world, not at all. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory made me believe anything was possible if I allowed myself to believe.

With Forever and Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, Judy Blume held my hand as my body changed and my heart changed and I began to feel less like a girl and more like a young woman.

My yearning was stoked by Sweet Valley High. My yearning was stoked by the lives of Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield, their seemingly perfect lives, how everyone loved them and wanted to be them. I was nothing like them, but I wanted to be them or I wanted to be in their golden circle. Through these stories, I understood, intimately, what it meant to be on the outside looking in, utterly unable to look away. I understood what it meant to be enthralled.

As I realized I would never be like those girls, I read The Outsiders and learned there was fierceness in not fitting in.

Boarding school intrigued me, so I read about The Girls of Canby Hall, all 33 books, and then I went to boarding school and it was nothing like The Girls of Canby Hall — but I was a girl from Nebraska, and Shelly Hyde, one of the main characters from the books, was a girl from Iowa. Even though I was a stranger in a strange land, something about boarding school was familiar. As has always been the case, I was not alone because I had so many stories making the inside of me.

Something terrible happened to me so I began to read voraciously about terrible things that happened to other women. This is where I learned gratitude when I did not think it would be possible. This is how I taught myself to believe I was lucky. In Perfect Victim, a young woman is kidnapped by a couple and held prisoner in a box beneath a bed for seven years. What she endures is unfathomable. I took no pleasure in reading this book but I found comfort in knowing our bodies and minds are built to endure. I read this book so often the spine is now white and softened, the pages yellowed with age and the ministrations of my tear-stained fingers.

Something terrible happened so I read Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I learned that there was strength inside me if I could just hold on, if I could just find my way to reach my strongest place. I learned how to write what I could not speak, and how even if I could not use my voice, it was still there, waiting, waiting, waiting.

Something terrible happened and I needed a different way of being in my body. I read Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg and for a while, I was able to live in my own skin on my own terms. In the stories of Macho Sluts by Pat Califia I found swagger. I turned to ink and marked myself with a new skin. I was able to live in my own skin on my own terms.

Lo-li-ta. Lolita. Vladimir Nabokov. From a novel about a pedophile and his unnatural lust for a young girl, I stared down the ugliest parts of what people do to one another and saw the faint, unbearably compelling glimmer of humanity in that hideousness.

The sharpness of my tongue was keened by Edith Wharton and the wit of The Age of Innocence and The House of Mirth — novels about social graces and the burdens of class and caged hearts, how passion stifled only deepens.

I found irreverence and quiet anger and the ability to laugh at the unfairness of the world in How to Make Love to a Negro Without Getting Tired by Dany LaferriÃ¨re, a writer with whom I share Haitian blood.

The most romantic parts of my heart flourished among the pages of Pride and Prejudice and A Room With a View. Zora Neale Hurston opened mine own eyes through Their Eyes Were Watching God, showing me love in a voice unlike any I had ever known.

My understanding of desire rose out of The Lover, Marguerite Duras, lush and sensual prose, the words thickly wanton. I closed my eyes and wished for the narrator’s prescient arrogance. I closed my eyes and lamented these lovers who could never truly be together, their impossible passion, sweaty bodies coming together in the salt and sweltering heat of Indochina. And in those words there was a line that has always, always stayed with me. “My memory of men is never lit up and illuminated like my memory of women.” My reading and writing have long been illuminated by the stories of women. I carry these stories with me.

Or my desire rises out of The Story of O by Pauline RÃ©age, a novel about darkness and submission, of allowing yourself to be entirely subsumed by the want and will of another. In this book I learned how submission is terrifying and freeing, how submission allows you to be on the outside looking in on yourself until you lose yourself. The Story of O made me want to get lost in myself or someone else or both.

My empathy grew when I began to understand how vastly the world extended beyond what I thought I knew. I read Once Were Warriors, by Alan Duff — a novel about a Maori family in New Zealand struggling through violence and addiction and loving one another too hard. I read Rohinton Mistry’s A Fine Balance and understood the resilience of even the most abandoned among us. I read The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and The Women of Brewster Place by Gloria Naylor and Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich and Krik? Krak! by Edwidge Danticat and For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When The Rainbow is Enuf by Ntozake Shange and Passing by Nella Larsen and Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin and this is a list that could not possibly end.

My writing ambition was sharpened by Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale, an unapologetically political novel that reminds us of what it costs to be a woman in this world or the next. My ambition, that toward which I aspire to write, has long been guided by Toni Morrison, Beloved, and through her words, seeing how a novel can be mysterious and true, mythical and raw, how a novel can honor memory even when we want to look away or forget. My ambition has long been sharpened by Alice Walker, willing to tell the stories of black women without apology, willing to write politically without apology — Possessing the Secret of Joy, a haunting, gorgeous novel about female genital mutilation that keeps me transfixed and heartbroken and helpless each time I read it, because sometimes the only way to tell the truth is to tell a story.

Today my writing ambition, my heart, and my mind are expanded by my peers who are writing the books I read with breathless anticipation and envy: Normally Special by xTx, Silver Sparrow by Tayari Jones, The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison, Prelude to Bruise by Saeed Jones, The Book of Unknown Americans by Cristina Henriquez, Ugly Girls by Lindsay Hunter, Love Me Back by Merritt Tierce, Salsa Nocturna by Daniel JosÃ© Older, A Map of Home by Randa Jarrar, Forgotten Country by Catherine Chung, Birds of a Lesser Paradise by Megan Mayhew Bergman. I take in these stories and become more of myself.

In all these books and in so many more, I find the most essential parts of myself. I become more myself. I learn what to hold most necessary when using my voice. I learn and continue to learn how to use my voice.

I am made of flesh and bone and blood. I am made of books. A list could not contain me.

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Roxane Gay‘s writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Best American Mystery Stories 2014, Best American Short Stories 2012, Best Sex Writing 2012, A Public Space, McSweeney’s, Tin House, Oxford American, American Short Fiction, West Branch, Virginia Quarterly Review, NOON, the New York Times Book Review, Bookforum, Time, the Los Angeles Times, The Nation, The Rumpus, Salon, and many others. She is the co-editor of PANK. She is also the author of the books Ayiti, An Untamed State, Bad Feminist, and Hunger, forthcoming from Harper in 2016.

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