#carridge

[theshelaghturner]

I have thoughts and people probably won't agree with me but honestly I don't even care because I'll die on this hill.

I read on another site how some people thought that the mirror sex scene was weird in that how Pen was so innocent throughout the whole thing and in a way acting "childlike".

Like the sex ed in the Featherington household is non existent to begin with - I mean look at her sisters. It's her first time, her body knows that she likes it but in her head she's literally never done this before and is all of a sudden being intimate with her best friend. She is young, she is innocent. So isn't that the whole point? She wants this but doesn't know how to go about it and feels comfortable with her partner to ask these questions. THIS IS THE MOST FUCKING REALISTIC SCENE I'VE SEEN IN AGES. I mean hey she got fingered in a carridge and for all she bloody well knew that was it - then she had her mind blown and the whole world has opened up for her.

Then the laughing post sex - bro if people don't think that is realistic then you are missing out. You have that intimacy with your partner but the aftercare and just lying there and chilling out together post - authentic as fuck mate.

[tonyboneysblog]

ACCIDENTAL NAB P5

parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader

wordcount: 1.6k

warnings: angsty lowkey

note: this has been in my chamber for a hot minute…

summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far away from you home!…on accident.

Your still warm in hawks embrace, no words are shared even though they need to be spoken.

You’re hurt, of course you are why wouldn’t you be? You thought you and hawks were making good progress through this whole kidnapping situation, you still can’t tell if you’re wrong or not.

It’s cruel, you hate your own brain and the way it thinks, the way it wants to forgive him for even mentioning your mother.

But he is so warm, and everyone else is so cold.

Dabi suddenly speaks up, trying to break the tension.

“So…Sunstone is pretty far off y’know?” Dabi says reluctantly.

Fumikage nods, “yea takes about a week to even get there, then there’s the customs.”

They both groan in unison, if you weren’t in such despair then you would’ve chuckled at the sight.

Fumikage shifts uncomfortably, “You know, there’s a festival going on in a town on the way to SunStone?”

“Do you wanna go or something?” Hawks says while still holding you, you don’t have the energy to talk.

“I thought maybe it could cheer everyone up, lift the tension.” Fumikage looks towards hawks for a moment but then turns back.

Hawks just hums in agreement, Dabi nods his head towards Fumikage.

You’ve never participated in a festival before, your father really did try his best to keep you inside the palace.

You always had your ways though.

And sure, it usually did get you yelled at but you still had fun outside.

Your voice only shakes slightly, “I-I’d like to go.”

Hawks looks over towards you, his eyes filled with worry.

“Are you sure?”

You nod, you have a feeling that all of these adventures will end soon.

you’d like to keep a fun memory of a festival at the very least.

Fumikage hums with acknowledgment, keep his eyes on the road.

The nearby town was called Red Water, the festival was called “Reddou~ōku” according to Dabi.

supposedly- it’s more of a dancing thing for couple to celebrate their love, but normal folk without a loved one can still enjoy the activities.

Once you finally got to your location you realized why they called it “Red Water”, it was a little on the nose since it was literally surrounded with red water.

And the festivals decorated with gorgeous red silks and fabrics.

You could smell food from the carridge, smelled absolutely delicious.

The cooks at the palace could barely imitate said smell.

The four of you all pile out of the carridge, should you be worried of it being taken?

no, not according to Dabi.

While walking throughout the streets, hawks holds a piece of your cloak tightly like you’ll run away again.

You can faintly hear Fumikage and Dabi snickering to eachother behind you.

suddenly, you tug on hawks loose, white sleeve.

“I’m hungry.”

Hawks looks towards Fumikage and Dabi, “we’ll get some food soon, okay?”

“But I’m hungry now.”

Hawks sighs, “I forgot your just a princess…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing” hawks responds quickly.

He meant it as in a “you always get what you ask for” type of way, you realize…thought slowly.

Dabi grabs hawks by the shoulder, pointing towards a trinket shop.

“Me and Fumikage are going there.”

Hawks jaw drops softy, “that place looks like it costs a fortune.”

“Oh please- we don’t but anything anyways.”

“Fine.”

You can tell hawks is…a little on edge ever since the Skinningrove incident.

Dabi quickly throws his hand over Fumikages shoulder, dragging him into the shop.

Instead of Hawks continuing to hold onto your cloak, he slides his hands into your own.

They’re soft, calloused but soft.

Reallly warm as well.

Your body tenses slightly at the contact.

Hawks chuckles, “Relax, we’re about to go through a crowd.”

You hold on tighter, enjoying the touch.

You and hawks shimmy over to the foods stalls, now technically being able to do whatever the both of you please without the other two.

Hawks drags your over to one of the food stalls, your eyes spot a small meat skewer steaming softly.

You point at it, “that one.”

“What?” Hawks follows your finger, “ah- fine.”

Hawks hands the worker 2 shiny gold coins, “two of those skewers.”

The food stall worker hums, taking the coins only to hand back the skewers, “one for you and the lady.”

Hawks sends a quick side eye towards the worker, only to drag away to a more secluded location.

You could help but notice the worker looking at you almost..concerned?

Hawks voice suddenly pops through your thoughts before they start spiraling, “careful, it’s hot.”

You don’t listen to hawks warning, instead taking the biggest bite you could.

Of course, you burn your tongue with a yelp.

Hawks tsks softly, grabbing your chin, “you and your little rebellious streak.”

You stick your tongue out, “hurts.”

Hawks shakes his head, “Obviously- you burned your tongue.”

You can’t help but feel like quite the nuisance in hawks life.

Hawks looks around for a moment, then flicks your head.

“Ow-“ you grab your forehead with your free hand.

“That’s your punishment.”

“For what-“

“Not listening…”

You huff softly, you thought you were supposed to have fun at festivals.

Dabi and Fumikage suddenly join you again.

Hawks barks out a laugh, “couldn’t find anything?”

Dabi furrows his brows, “Already found the food, looking a little pudgy hawks…”

Hawks chokes on his small meat skewer, coughing.

You pat his back, aren’t you great at this?

I mean you always have been- your sisters were always messy eaters.

suddenly a soft melody starts near the center of the town, delicate and quite whimsical in your opinion.

Fumikages head turns towards the mass of people starting to gather near it, “looks like the festivities are about to begin.”

Hawks cocks his head to the left, his cluelessness evident.

Fumikage smiles gently, “they have a competition to see who can dance the longest.”

Ah- you and your sisters did that as well back at the palace! Spinning around eachother until your stomachs got sore from the motions.

You tug on hawks shirt, “I want to do it.”

“I’m eating.” Hawks responds bluntly, if you want to teach a spoiled kid that they can’t have everything this would most likely be the right thing to say!

not for you though.

“I said I wanted to go, let’s go”

“And i said I was eating.” He retorts.

the festivities were just about to begin, if you didn’t go now then you wouldn’t be able to join.

you immediately snatch hawks, dragging him away with a yelp.

Fumikage and Dabi stood back, softly laughing at the scene.

Quickly you force hawks over to the area, the music getting louder.

Hawks sighs, “You’re rotten.”

“I get what I ask for.”

Hawks serious face suddenly breaks into a smile, then he giggles.

You can feel your heart strings being pulled.

Then the announcer, who was up on a rickety wooden stage, yells out the rules.

It’s quiet simple, choose a partner then dance in a circle until their is only one team left.

you and hawks arms intertwine snuggly, shoulders pushed together.

“This is stupid.” Hawks says, his smile opposes that statement though.

Then a different tune comes, and the crowd starts to move wildly.

You see many fall immediately, trying their best to get up and out of the way.

You trip slightly but hawks manages to keep you up, then his hand intertwine with your own.

It was successfully keeping the two of you together, though you could feel yourself getting dizzier by the second.

Your worn, pearlescent shoes continue to trip over the other but you and hawks still stand tall.

You can hear yourself giggling loudly, for a moment you forgot you were a princess- that you had duties to get back too.

But hawk tight hold onto kept you in your fantasy for just a little longer.

Then the music stops, you and hawks won!

you stumble slightly into his chest, he holds you with a big smile on his face.

like he enjoyed the small bit of time he had with you.

But suddenly, your eyes caught something- moving throughout the crowd.

You could hear small gasps, you could see the small specs of sliver and pearl.

You vision, blurry from the constant spinning, tried to focus on what you were looking at.

Then suddenly, hawks is ripped from you.

You feel cold medal seeping through your cloak, your heart racing.

Your dragged away quickly, your still disoriented.

Then when your body meets a well feed fjords, that’s when you realize.

There was a reason that food stall worker kept their gaze on you a little longer than everyone else.

They knew you.

They told.

Now you recognize your own kingdoms knights.

“Are you alright princess?” They hop on the horse, checking on your state.

“Those damned thieves didn’t hurt you- did they?”

You never respond.

Was hawks okay- what about Dabi or Fumikage?

You know what they do to thieves in your kingdom.

For a second, your brain must have tricked you.

Tricked you into thinking that maybe you saw a glimpse of red flying across the sky.

Then again, it could’ve been blood.

You knew the horrors of your kingdom, you just hated thinking about it.

You didn’t have the stomach to turn around.

to see if it was hawks head that was bashed open.

To see if it was him to blame for the red.

Did you even win? Or did they just stop because they saw the knights?

were you able to ever truly be free?

Even for a minute?

Suddenly your head drops into the knights shoulder, seemingly passed out.

And when you woke.

You’d be back home.

Isn’t that what you wanted?

[ryin-silverfish]

How would the whole succession thing work, leaving aside LMK (the series has its own rules how some things work, I guess?). Like, I always thought Erlang would be the most suitable candidate. Even though we know he is rebellious. Although I know that the Jade Emperor has many children.

Hmmm...where to start?

Though S4's execution of it falters, the idea that the Heavenly Emperor can be replaced is not entirely without basis.

There is a very funny example in the Tang dynasty You Yang Za Zu, where this guy named Zhang Jian basically became the Heavenly Emperor via a magical bird and Grand Carridge Theft.

An earlier work, the Northern-Southern dynasty 殷芸小说, also had this guy who died and came back to life recount his meeting with the Heavenly Emperor, where he asked the officials nearby if this was "Heavenly Emperor Zhang" of old, and they were like "Nah, that guy's long gone, it's Cao Mingdi now."

(Who is a historical emperor of the Wei dynasty, btw.)

However, other than that, there isn't much else, so to answer this question, we must look to IRL imperial successions for inspirations.

First, only male heirs are eligible for the throne, which rules out all of JE's daughters.

Second, the eldest son/son of the empress, as well as said son's male firstborn, is preferred. However, you can find a number of exceptions to that in Chinese history, when an emperor chose a younger son as his heir, usually because the firstborn was seriously unsuitable to rule, or he needed a stronger and more talented successor to deal with the mess to come.

When an emperor has no heir whatsoever, the next best choice would be one of the emperor's brothers. And if the emperor has no brothers either, we'll finally get to some other princes in the royal family. For example, the eleventh emperor of the Ming dynasty, Jiajing/Shizong, was the cousin of the guy that came before him.

In JTTS, the JE does have a crown prince, who quarreled with Huaguang and got beaten up. A more outlandish and fantastical case of someone related to JE is Emperor Zhenwu in JTTN, who is one of JE's three souls incarnate.

Under the dynastic succession system, whether Erlang would be a viable candidate depends on if you take JTTS a/o JTTN as canon.

Outside of that, if the only heir is a little kid, the late emperor's wife/experienced male relative can also rule as dowager/regent in his stead.

But also: why do we need a single heir to succeed JE, anyways? Can't we just, y'know, do away with the imperial dynastic system altogether and reform the Celestial Bureaucracy into a slightly more modern one?

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Idk how the FUCK i did all of this but-

The spirits got me... so platonic yandere yeves x morgan au

Yves was visiting his territory when he saw someone being thrown from a biulding.

"Stay out, Obsidian scum!" Could easily be heard.

Yves stepped from his carridge to see what was going on. He found what looked like a girl, curled up on the ground, clearly in pain.

"May I help you?"

The girl paid no mind to him, trying to stand up. That's when he saw she was drenched, bruised, and bleeding.

"Please, come with me." He was quick to take off his coat and wrap it around the girl. She didn't resist. she just did what was needed of her.

He took her to a nearby villa he was staying at, starting to take care of the clearly scared girl.

Yves took it upon himself to take care of her. He gave her some spare clothes, she asked for men's clothing instead of women's so he supplied Licht's spare clothes. He had a doctor make sure she was physically well. Only to find out she had a bad cold and deep wounds. One that was odd in nature and would affect how she moved. So he took care of her as she rested. He demaned it of her even whenever she tried to get up and do something. He was there to lay her back down.

"... what's your name...?" the girl softly asked, holding a pillow close.

"Oh, where are my manners, I'm Yevs Kloss."

"...Kloss..."

"Yes, it's a name of Obsidian nobility..." he sighed a bit, "but you're also from there, right?"

"Mhm... I... I'm... Morgan... Solace... Morgan Solace..." she smiled to herself, as if likeing the sound of her name. As if she heard it for the first time.

"Well, it is an honor to meet you, Morgan." He smiled at her, reaching out to comfort her, until she shrunk away.

'Obsidian hurt her too... didn't they...? Clearly...'

Yeves frowned softly but pulled his hand away. "Well, I want to be sure you're safe and well taken care of... oh! You can be my attendant!"

"You would want ME as your attendant...?"

"Yes, I'm sure you have a lot of skills, and I'll help you where needed. Some of my brothers have one, and they have been helpful to them. I think it will be beneficial to us both."

Morgan seemed to think on it before nodding. "Okay... I'll be your attendant."

Yevs couldn't help but smile. He wouldn't have to be alone. He brought good fortune to someone.

Once Morgan had healed enough to move on their own (they weren't a woman, but something in-between as they explained it), the duo returned to Rohdinite palace.

Yves introduveing Morgan to his brothers as his attendant shocked everyone, to say the least.

"My, my, how fasinateing. So you've taken in someone who has sought asylum from Obsidian? That isn't going to do you much good in afraid Yevs" Clavis chuckled, pointing out what should be obvious. "She di-"

"They. And I'm sure there is a good reason why they didn't go through legal channels. Obsidian has been cut off from the world. Their people have been starving and suffering."

"What was your occupation before coming to Rohdinite?" Chalaver coldly asked.

"... Military wife... before that I worked as a slaes person with my father..." Morgan replied, clearly feeling uncomfortable by all the stares.

"You haven't seen the wounds on them. They were clearly hurt often by their ex-husband by how deep and black some were."

"Well, Yves doesn't have the best reputation among the nobility in the first place. But, the people who were once a part of Obsidian and defected would sure respect it. Didn't the same happen with you, Clavis?"

"True, I do attract the most amusing of people. But we first need as much information we can get from... them was it?"

Morgan nodded. "I'll answer questions to the best of my abilities."

So, many questions were asked of Morgan. Some clearly shook them up, but Yves was there to comfort them and give them some tea and sweets to help. After all, they were his to take care of as a prince and leader.

After the questions were over, Chalaver got up and left without another word.

Clavis sighed. "So dramatic, he must be missing that boyfriend of his so badly," he chuckled. "I'll send Cyran to meet you later. I'm sure you both will get along amazingly. " Clavis then took his leave

To Yves' surprise, Nokto quietly left as well.

'At least he didn't try to flirt with them...'

Now, it was just the domestic faction in the room. It made Yves a little nervous.

"Well, I'm glad to see that you got someone to help Yves. I hope you won't mind that things with us aren't that organized, Morgan."

"Oh- I completely understand that. Sometimes, when things are clean, you can just as easily lose them as when they are messy!"

Jin chuckled. "I think Yves found the perfect assistant for himself so far."

"It seems you have also taken to Yevs baking." Leon added with a chuckle.

Yevs could help but be proud of the person he found and helped.

"Well, yeah, it's amazing. If you ever need an assistant in the kitchen, I'd be okay with helping you. " Morgan smiled weakly at Yves, but it was so genuine. He was proud to have gotten that smile after all the pain they've been through. He earned that smile.

He wasn't going to let anyone take it away from them.

Morgan took easily to the work that Yevs gave them. They mastered paperwork, they were an amazing baker themself, they managed to get along with Licht!

But he also noticed that they had hard days. Days where they never left their room. Days they wouldn't speak a word. Times where they looked so scared and had to leave. Times where the only person they trusted was him.

Of course, he took the time to help them out, styling their hair and jewelry so that they both could look their best. Bakeing both of their stress away before eating away at it.

Not to mention, ever since Morgan came along, he was less unlucky. He didn't fall into Clavis' traps. He didn't step on a cat, break a mirror, and trip on the stairs. Nothing. It was like... they were a good luck charm.

He was glad to keep them safe, and in turn, they listened to him. They stood up to nobles for him. They helped him connect to Obsidian and taught him things he never thought he would know.

When Luke came to the palace, he seemed weird around Morgan. Yves didn't care much for that. Luke should respect his hard-working assistant.

He didn't like how often he found Luke not too far behind Morgan. What was he looking for from them. Some staff allways seemed to be near them often aswell.

Some were known to be from Obsidian.

So, Yves took it upon himself to dismiss them. He wasn't going to let go of Morgan. Not his good luck charm.

Then, the time came for the Goodwill Gala between Rohdinite and Bennonite. He couldn't wait to introduce Morgan to Keith. He knew that they would get along amazingly!

"Introduceing Morgan Solace"

There they were, dressed to the nines thanks to Yves help. He couldn't be more proud of them and how far they came.

Then. Yves bad luck struck.

Morgan bumped into Prince Silvio of all the people they could've run into. It had to be him. He was just as bad as Nokto and Jin. Maybe even worse!

The way he touched them. Smiled at them. Talked to them. It was dreadful. That is way to treat his lucky charm and best friend. They deserve the best. Prince Silvio was one of the worst.

Yves got closer to see what the two were talking about.

"You're saying Prince Yves made those clothes? He is more skilled than people give him credit." Silvio staed, amazed. As he should be.

"Yeah, he is kind and talented. I don't know where I got so lucky having a boss like him"

"Yeah, by the way. Where did you learn all that business stuff? I doubt Prince Yves taught you that"

Morgan looked uncomfortable and saddend by the question. So Yves took that moment to save them, and imedeately fell between them.

Morgan was quick to worry over Yves and helped him up before apologizing to Silvio and taking him to the infirmary to check him over.

'Oh Morgan, you're too kind.'

Yves smiled at his small victory as Morgan checked him over for wounds.

'Such a kind person shouldn't be hurt by a brute like that...'

Morgan finished checking Yves over before relaxing. "You're not at all hurt. Which is good-"

"Alright, I am going to rest for a bit, though. I want you to go and talk to Keith Howell, okay? He is a good friend of Licht and I, so if you need him pointed out, go to him."

Yves needed to... talk to a certain prince about them.

So Morgan left, unaware of what was going on in Yves head.

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BAM!

The door to the infirmary was kicked open, and there stood Prince Silvio.

"Ya needed somethin'?"

"I need you to stay far away from MY attendant."

"Morgan, right. That's what has got you so worked up? Us talking?" Silvio couldn't help but snort. "Well, maybe I'll make them mine faster"

"You. Wouldnt. Dare." Yves glared at the prince.

"Would I? We'll see, " he smirked and left the room. Clearly on a mission now.

Yves needsd to go, and fast. Who knows what Silvio was planning? Who knows what he would do to them after he gets his hands on them. They have been hurt enough.

By the time Yves made it back to the ballroom, everyone's eyes were drawn to the dance floor. So, when Yves followed them, he saw it.

Morgan Solace, dancing with Gilbert. Von. Obsidian.

The living symbol of both of their pain.

'Let. Them. Go'

He couldn't move.

'Let. Them. Go.'

He couldn't speak.

What seemed like hours went by. The two clearly talked about something as they danced. Both graceful moveing concisely and slowly.

That eternity finally ended when the music did. When Morgan bowed to Gilbert before sneaking off.

He knew Gilbert would ignore him like everyone else... everyone but Morgan... so, he went after them instead.

He found Morgan in their room, curled up in blankets and sobbing.

"Morgan...?" That bastard. He should pay for what he did to them.

"Y-yves!" They jumped, trying to dry their tears but failed.

He frowned softly and went over to Morgan to just hold them. They let themself sob into his arms.

It took everything within him not to go up to Gilbert and kill him then and there.

But he needed to take care of Morgan right now, revenge can be done later.

[opened-up]

1.

hi, hope you’re good. i’ve been tinkering at a longer project, so here’s a little bit of it. thanks for reading

I was carried in thru the threshold of the city inside a dark train carridge. First couple of days I’d say bye to Brian and Lucy and wonder out into the city. Big shapes. Big concrete pyramids. I’d hold my hand out to the brick and check it was solid. I’d hog the water we had to take like, three showers a day. The stream ran clear but i still could sense all this dirt on me in fine invisible but seriously felt layers. I got used to it eventurally, stopped freaking out. Washed when I remembered - I was having so much fun.

Felt strong in my body, I walked everywhere or ran up onto trains, constantly on my feet. Tumbled down into a heap with whatever traveller was with me and listened to my young young YOUNG body endure it. Immense gratitute took me over fully and often. 

…

[soup-for-ghosts]

WAIT WAITA MINUTE WASNT GREGSON THERE WHEN MR MCGILDED DIED IN THE CARRIDGE FIRE……………… THE TRUTH’S BEEN STARING AT US IN THE FACE ALL ALONG AND YET WE WERE BLIND TO IT

CALC IM GOINF TO EXLLODE

ashley was responsible for mcgilded’s death, or at least orchestrated it. gregson had nothing to do with that

but nonetheless! :)

[mae-bee-art]

Pale Compariot ( Jane Austin x Twilight)

  Pride and Prejudice X Twilight crossover fanfic

2k words

Music – Claire de lune Debussy

Characters-

Charles Bingley (Pride and Prejudice), 

Edward Cullen(Twilight),

Bella Swan (Twilight)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife, or husband.

This sole concept plagued Bella Swans mind. She was the newest arrival in Forks Hertfordshire and was bound to meet a many suitors. Prepared was a sentiment she had not while her carridge rode in through the main road. Before she had lived with her widowed mother in the counrtyside, but was now being sent into society as per her mothers wishes. ‘Darling you know not a soul your age, we must find you a match.’ Thus, she was sent off to reside with her father during the upcoming social season. 

            By no means was Ms Swan not in awareness of Forks, she had made a fair amount of visits during the summers. Midst her visitations she had made the acquaintance of a Charles Bingley. Prior to being grown, they were playmates. In later years Bella was rendered rather found of his calling on her. This matter was no different. A few days upon her arrival the expected had occurred.

            ‘It means a great deal to me seeing you here again for a prolonged rendezvous’ said he, in an agreeable greeting. They had decided on taking a promande in a pleasant park nearby. Her father, Charlie Swan, sat in on their reunion, for it was the propre thing to do. Throughout their exchange Mr Bingley continued to insist on her appearance at his ball. She was quite hesitant since she had no close companions other than Mr Bingley, and he would be occupied hosting throughout the evening. His hammering persistence gave way at her reluctance, and she feebly insured of her being there. Upon many other topics of conversations, one that was very prominent was a vague introduction of all the relevant families and people. Several of which happened to be promenadingin the park alongside them.

Abruptly the sky filled with gray and a sense of dreariness had appeared in the park. A ensemble of pasty, morbidly dressed figures emerged and commenced their own promanade. Sunken eyes, sharp feature and all of them handsome in their own right. Ms Swan had paused in awe. One gentleman in particular had earned Ms Swan notice, he possessed a sense of reform and mystery. She was entirely enticed and raptured. ‘M-Mr Bingley, are you in fellowship with t-that family’ she meekly pondered, directing his attention to the bunch.  In a conscience manner, Mr Bingley had informed Bella of the Cullen family and their immense fortunes.Similarly to Ms Swan, they were recent arrivals in Forks. ‘It seems as though Edward Cullen, a man of excellent breeding and inheritance, has caught your eye’ Mr Bingley proclaimed slyly. ‘I must confess, I went through painstaking efforts to get them to attend my gathering. My dear friend, it would be the perfect chance for you to be introduced, if it pleased you.’ 

In consequence of agreeing on her attendance, Ms Swan had the obligation of turing in her countryside attire in turn for a ballgown. She had not been so pampered in quite a duration. Being all done up reminded her pretty she truly was. Arriving at Mr Bingley residence she knew not a soul and felt truly lonely. Drifitng in and out of conversations the whole soirée while her companion was preoccupied. After a duration of not having one to converse or dance with, she had set her mind to wandering about Bingleys estate. Through the corridors, archways and many salons she had stumbled her way into the dwelling’s impressive library. She had always found a comforts in books that many people could not render her. She approached the shelves filled with books and novels full of treasured information and tales. Brushing her fingers against their spines and skimming their titles. Engrossed by her pondering she had yet to notice the figure stationed across from her. ‘I would have been more prepared if I had knowledge there would be company joining me’ Bella inhaled abruptly from shock to face none other than, Edward Cullen himself positioned behind her. 

Heart hammering in her chest as she was standing alone with Edward in a darkened library, it was very scandalous! ‘I-Iumm-I shall leave you be, I must be going” tucking her hair behind her ear and turned to leave. ‘I had not meant-‘started the Cullen but she had already made it halfway down the hallway and his voice was not carried so far out. With what felt like a face on fire, she marched away flustered from the library and back to the dance hall.

 Upon her return to the grand room Mr Bingley enclosed on her, querying where she had gone off to. The story of her encounter with the younger Cullen had Mr Bingley in a mirthful disposition. ‘ It would be a true shame if you did not share a dance with him this evening, it is so apparent you fancy him, and we must discover his affections towards you’ bashfully teasing Ms Swan. He declared he was off to convince Mr Cullen to a dance with the alluring new towns member. 

The discovery of the Cullens was not in itself difficult, their dark wardrobes stood out in the seas of colourful attires. Edward was found re-entering the room in a flurry when Bingley collected his regard. Bingley had started with querying if he had heard of the newest Swan arrival. It was stated that Mr Cullen in fact, had knowledge of Ms Swan arrival, Bingley had knowed this situation was bound for success.  ‘You see, she happens to be an old friend of mine, truly dear. Do you have any impressions of the lady? If I were to speak of you fondly there would surely excellent chance of a certain fondness’

‘She does intrigue me so, but as well do you sir. I do not believe we’ve had more than a brief exchange of words, yet here you are trying to find me a match’ said he with a shimmering eye.

‘ Well then let us introduce ourselves. I am Charles Bingley, host of this ball and compatriot to all’ extending his hand for a frim handshake. 

‘It is certainly and honour to finally truly to make myself know to you. I am Edward Cullen’ said he. In a sultry voice reaching his hand to meet Bingleys. Mr Bingely composure ceased being serne, had it just get hot in here?  Mr Cullens eyes stayed in contact with Bingleys even when his were drawn away, it was an intense exchange. Even so Mr Bingley continued,

‘My fair dame of a friend would possibly be a great match with you’ said he in a dry sputter.

The expression now plastered a crossed the other gentleman’s face had an air of exasperation.

‘Your lady friend does sound quite pleasant, however I am currently more captivated by you ”

A strained gulp passed down Charles throat. Had a fellow been this forward towards him in the past he would have thought little of his stature, but in this instance was contrasting. Despite his own struggles, he conveyed Mr Cullen to share a dance this evening with a Ms Swan. 

            Across the ballroom Edward drifted in the direction of Ms Swan. It was not that Ms Swan did not intrigue him, believe me she did, nonetheless so did Mr Bingley. Those two were the only folk he had ever encountered who his mental telepathy did not function on. Quite bizarre for him indeed. For you see dear reader, Edward Cullen ( and the rest of his family) were vampires. Surviving generations after generations of humans, never setting foot into sun light and being being impossibly fast and strong. Unlike the tales of old, they did not consume human blood. In replace of it, they hunted animals. It helped them live among the people not to constantly deal with bloodlust. Still, this evening was different, Edward felt insatiable of Ms Swan and Mr Bingley. 

            As he reproached the young madame, he assured himself to maintain composure of being in such close vasinity to her. She looked absolutely ravishing in her castleton green ball gown. He reached out a hand to her and she took it hesitantly. ‘Would you do me the honours of joining me for a dance ’ inquisited he. Whisking them off to the dance floor with ease, as Claire de lune by Debussy starts resonating through the room. ‘I am quite found of Debussys works, especially this one’ proclaimed he. 

‘I w-would personally a-agree with you’ tepidly she added. 

They sway and swing with graceful movement and a fervent air set upon them. It seems as though the whole dance hall is raptured by there intensity, including Mr Bingley.

            He felt as though he was seething eyeing the two of them heartily enjoying each others presence. Putting feeling to words felt impossible, all he knew he knew was he desired to have Edward return to him. 

The evening came to a close, newly found pairs bid each other adieu and set off for the evening.’ I appreciate you putting in a good word for me Charles’ Bella merrily thanked Mr Bingley. She popped a small kiss onto his cheek and was off. Her carriage trotting away into the earl morning murk. Strangely enough, just outside stood Edward, glissing in a patch a morning light. His skin was like diamonds. Charles was baffled. Once Edward realized his state of un-loneliness, he rushed to his carriage. 

~

            The following week Mr Bingely was waiting upon Ms Swan once again. On this occasion he was sitting with her in the lounge room of her abode. He had not paid her a visit since his ball, and they needed to fully debrief the situation surrounding Edward Cullen. Mr Bingely begin explaining the darnest thing he ever saw after his ball. ‘His skin was glowing, it was not natural in any manner,’ said he. They had begun conspiring a bunch a tales that could explain this unlikely event. Their hersay was interumpted as the entry of a Mr Edward Cullen was announced. Both fell dead silent as he strode into the room. ‘ I did not mean to interrupt, do carry on’ said he, taking a position on an armchair across from them. 

            ‘W-we were in the middle of discussing last weeks ball’ Ms Swan said biting her lip. 

            ‘What in particular was so discussion worthy’ he grinned charmingly at them, with a knowing look. Ms Swan eyeballed Mr Bingley , and he looked back at her. Both wondering what they should say. Charles had enough guts to pipe up. 

            ‘You are not human, are you?’ He firmly directed the question towards the pale figure. 

            ‘Say it, what am I?’ he directed.

            ‘V-v-vampire’ Ms Swan sputtered out. Mr Cullens head sharply turned to face and stood up directed to the window. He tore apart the curtains and let the sunlight coat him. 

            ‘This is the skin of a killer Bella and Charles’ ise pales complextion sparkled like a diamond, shimmering and shining. The two of them sat in awe even more raptured by his beauty. 

            ‘You two are like no one I’ve ever encountered before. I cannot read your thoughts, unlike the others’. 

            ‘We do not fear you’ said she, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

            ‘What else do you not fear? The expectations of society?’ He stated at Charles. 

            ‘ I am a free man ; I do not allow the hindrances of other to bring me down’ Replied Mr Bingley in full confident. 

            ‘Perfcet, then it is all settled then’ he stood up with a gusto. He reached out to grab one of each of their hands and pulled them up with him. 

            ‘We shall call it a match then’ said he a grand smile on his face.

The end~

[onion-hunter]

ik like shes a killer and all and she just killed a carridge full of most likely innocent ppl in the blink of an eye but like...

Night Train Cupid 👼💘

[chloefashionthroughtime]

These are some more designs using my previous designs I created and merged them together for some more ideas. There is one design mergers from each inspiration with my silverware, vases, carridges and artitecture. I really love to design and create new concepts for my collection.

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I posted 1,145 times in 2022

That's 462 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 247 of my posts in 2022

#our flag means death - 74 posts

#oh tumblr - 36 posts

#izzy hands - 16 posts

#goncharov - 12 posts

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#art - 11 posts

#uk politics - 11 posts

#black sails - 11 posts

#unreality - 10 posts

#supernatural - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 106 characters

#is this like the personality test where everyone got the same answer but thougth t applied direct to them?

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#5

Goncharov, tumblr, twitter and the things that were lost along the way

I have become obsessed with the idea that the tumblr meme of Goncharov is more about the destruction of Twitter than anything else. Tumblr itself has sailed so close to the wind of being shut down and gone forever and now we are watching across the river as the library of alexandria burns. If Twitter goes there will be an unimaginably huge amount of data and connections lost. History that can no longer be eaily referenced and referred to.

What better metephor could there be than a 1973 movie that we are told by everyone that is incredible, that has had a huge impact - still felt today - on every gangster movie since, that is a formative work of at the very start of the careers of some of the biggest names in the business...and you cannot see it. No one can see it. This piece of art can only be view through someone else describing it to you. It can be seen in gifs and quotes sandwiched between other asthetic images.

If you didn't see Goncharov at the cinema in 1973 then you are never going to be able to watch it. If you are not on Twitter now then, chances are, you never will be.

No wonder the tag line is about time running out.

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#4

I've been having ideas about how season 2 Our Flag Means Death is going to handle Ed finding out about Stedes "death" and while there probably is time within the 10 episodes for Ed to grieve his relationship, find out Stede is dead, greive Stede and then find out Stede is still alive before/at the reunion it feels like a lot for the minimal run time. Also, because I'm obsessed with Izzy Hands so this is also about him.

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So about episode 3 Izzy decideds that the Kraken has become too much and much to his eternal disgust that the only way to get things back on an even keel is to fetch back the captains sweetheart.

Assuming that Stede is a moron and will have simply returned home after dumping Ed that's where he starts. Only to find the gravestone. He is very pissed off at this revelation and is seen by some local in the process of wishing he had been the one to do the deed.

He returns to the ship and doesn't say anything. Alternatively telling Ed that Stede returned home to his wife and will never leave there again.

5 Episodes (and several months pass), during which there are increasingly close calls where Ed and Stede keep missing each other.

Blackbeard and crew are raiding a ship where someone on board is very excited to meet the captain whom his good friend Stede sailed with, for just a little bit. Here is where Ed finds out Stede is dead. Ed also finds out that there was a pirate that turned up at the gravestones. But there has now been enough time pass that these two events are now much more closely related and perhaps that pirate was turning up to make sure "his enemy" was dead, that perhaps the story had been embosed such that the pirate had been driving the carridge that ran over Stede.

And who was he, Ed might ask.

Didn't get a name but he was all in black, with a beard and had an X tattoo'd right here, he points underneath his eye.

Such a fury has never been seen on the Kraken before.

Despite protestations he fully believes that Izzy has killed Stede and Ed wont kill him but he'll certaily leave him in a position which very shortly he will definitely die a very painful death.

Ed leaves to go get a drink at a bar.

And Stede sits down opposite him "You're a hard man to catch up with."

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I don't think this is how it will go. Too much is put on Izzy here - just cause he's blorbo from my shows doesn't make him a main character. But I like the idea of Izzy being so profoundly greatful that Stede is still alive. Even possibly being happy to see him.

Also I don't really see Season2 Izzy taking it upon himself to go fetch Stede back. Or Ed sending him off to see what happened to Stede. I like the idea of him being confused for Blackbeard in town though - especially for when Ed does turn up later to "meet the family".

Izzy is saved in the end. Maybe just kicked off the ship for good.

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#3

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#2

Izzy the spewer, let him look...Captain left him in charge once, and we were in choppy seas, and he spewed everywhere and he shit himself too. Lots of shit.

Fang

OK, time for some baseless speculation because I’ve got Izzy Hands brain rot.

Facts: Fang is not afraid of Izzy, he is afraid of Blackbeard.

Assumptions: The rest of Blackbeards crew feels the same way.  And Izzys time in charge of Blackbeards crew went about as well as his time in charge of Stede’s crew.

Hypothesis: Someone tried to poison Izzy and send him off to doggy heaven while the boss wasn’t around. Probably throw him overboard during the choppy seas for good measure.

But Izzy’s a cockroach and survived however much rat poison they tried to feed him. The crew aren’t going to tell Blackbeard they tried to kill his second in command and Izzy certainly isn’t going to offer up this humiliating story of his time in charge.

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Honestly- if Morgan, Silvio, and Gilbert were caught out in the rain. They would walk into some random store and be a pit pampered because Silvio helped them start up. Absolute vip treatment, warm drinks/dry clothes/food/whatever. Plus, whatever Silvio gets for his partners-

But if coupled together, Silvio and Morgan would just- walk over to a carridge and head back. They have been through it on ships, so they got this.

Morgan and Gilbert, on the other hand, Gilbert does the gentlemanly thing and gives Morgan his cloak. It's just an excuse to have them in something of his. It makes Morgan extremely happy to wear it, and they may or may not give it back.

And for fun, Silvio and Gilbert. They also go to a place for shelter and for Gilbert to rest. Depending on how bad it is, Silvio tosses his cloak at Gilbert.

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[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Ber, on the other hand, was pretty sure they'd be back. Things like this were important to Simba, and they wouldn't be too far anyway.

But he knew it wouldn't be the same.

Maybe it was a bit sad then that Berlioz couldn't enjoy the carnival to the fullest -- that he was still anxious and in pain. But then again, didn't that mean he got to enjoy the carnival at this slower pace? He'd never done that, never been quiet and reflective like this, and so it was like looking at the carnival with clear, new eyes -- looking over his town with clear, new eyes. And as much as he complained about Swynlake, it was true that he didn't hate it. He would miss it, at least the good parts.

Granted, Simba kissing him did a lot of good when it came to seeing Swynlake in that rosier light.

He chuckled against Simba's lips and let their mouths tangle for a few more moments as their carridge crested up, up, and reached the top. Then it paused for a moment, so Berlioz pulled away and saw the whole town there underneath them.

"From here, you can't even see any of the damage. Not really," said Ber.

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Ain't It Pretty, from Way Up Here? /./ [Simber]

[starrypopsi]

Dear ppl who go “bawwww speedwagon useless”

One, Jonathan would have died on ogre street

Two Dio if he wasn't outed would have

destroyed the joestars

Three Jonathan would have bled to death

outside the mansion

Four no way to have found dio

Five no one to check the carridge

Six he would not have warmed zeppelis arm

(plus no hamon passed to Jonathan)

Seven no one would protect poco and he could

have been more hurt

Eight no speedwagon foundation

y'all better RESPECT my boy more

Inspo by a good friend @trulyratman thru dms