#dogs frock

[wri0thesley]

npc fontaine fashion stay winning

[feddy-34]

For your ship ask game, perhaps some Fred/Brock ?

see below, pt. 2

2. look at that size difference yo (brock's massive ass balances it out tho they have equal mass) (call that physics)

3. cat people (derogatory)

[ourfag]

if you could give ed (and stede, if you like!) exactly 1 stuffed animal of your choice (each) what would it be?

[art-portraits]

Lord and Lady Twemlow

Artist: William Barraud (British, 1810 - 1850)

Date: Late 1840's

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Yale Center for British Art, New Haven, Connecticut

[shevaults]

so personally i think my dogmeat's armor is adorable

[wrapinfur-petcare]

Clothing for dogs is becoming increasingly popular, with a wide variety of options available. Dog clothing ranges from practical items like raincoats and boots to fashionable items like frocks and t-shirts. Pet owners should consider their dog's comfort and needs when choosing clothing and ensure it fits properly to avoid discomfort or injury.

[moonspirit]

Armin with accepting gifts: 2/10, overthinks, visibly struggles

Annie goes, "So hey, your birthday's coming up, is there anything you want?" but the silly boy just says "hehe nothing, I have you!" Which is honestly, an expected response, so she asks, "I saw that silver pocketwatch you've been wanting badly... The one with ocean waves engraved on it. I can buy it for you."

And you know what? Mentally, his puppy dog tail is going WILD. His girlfriend! Buying him a gift! Buying HIM a gift!!! His girlfriend buying him a gift!! HELL YES!

But he's also having a mini mental breakdown, because oh god??? If he says yes, is he making her buy it for him? Of course he's making her buy it for him, he's forcing her to buy it for him, he's mooching off his girlfriend when he should be buying her cute stuff oh god OH goD he's mooching off his girlfriend!!!!!

Annie with accepting gifts: 9/10, absolutely stellar recipient of tens of thousands of soft toys and hoodies and other stuff, drowns in them before she can even get a word out

"Annie!!! These earrings reminded me of you, so I bought them (〃 ω〃) I think they'll look so pretty on you. And um-I-I really want to see you wearing them and... huh? Your cheeks are so red-" - Armin

"Annie!!!! Here's a weird-shaped stuffed squirrel I found, it's got stupid fat cheeks like you have when you eat!! hahahaha!" - Connie

"Annie! Here's a hideous thing. I don't know what it is. But it reminded me of the day I saw your titan the first time. Brrr. Shivers. Anyway. You can have it if you want. But you don't have to. You know, just throw it away if you don't want to. I totally won't be sad or anything. I don't care, ya know. I-" - Jean

"Annie! Uh- hahaa, so I saw this cute pink frilly frock thing from the medieval ages so... you like these types of things right? frilly pink frocks? Right? I think you'll look great in it. Wait, why do you look mad-wait-" - Reiner.

"Annie! Here's a hoodie. I know you have about 124216483 of them already but a girl can never have too many hoodies. Love you~" - Pieck

[yuck-pfaugh]

I mean when one thinks how Harrow treated Gideon as a bitter enemy slash trophy wife for years — never wanting her to DO, just to BE – one can only have compassion for our favourite thwarted baby sword butch leaping to attention, biceps flexing, ready to perform acts of service for a woman who... asks her to. FUCK YEAH SHE'S ALL OVER THAT BALL OF YARN.

Reminder that Gideon was content to hold yarn for Cytherea while she crocheted. When things settle down she and Harrow are going to do the most boring couple things imaginable.

[girlactionfigure]

A NEW FRIEND

A little Israel story

LEE KERN

OCT 29

We are our own civilisation. We don’t need to entertain or be entertained by anyone else. Because there are a million stories taking place inside the Jewish universe. Today I had a sweet encounter. I met a friend in Neve Tzedek. Then when I left them I was walking through the streets and passed a cute old synagogue. A chassid came out. Black hat. Black frock. The works. He asked me something but I replied in Hebrew that I spoke Hebrew like a child. He then asked in Hebrew if I spoke any Yiddish. I said the one Yiddish phrase I know about having tsuris. Then we just walked not speaking the same language but enjoying each others company. Using broken Hebrew we managed to communicate. I pointed to an old building and he explained it used to be a synagogue and he showed me where the men would sit and where the women would sit. We saw a dog. I told him I had to work later. He said something which I managed to interpret as Adam being banished from the garden and man having to earn bread by the sweat of his brow. I told him that the snake in the garden of Eden was a nudnik and that all snakes are nudniks. He laughed. I asked him what his favourite festival is. He said his favourite chag is Purim. I told him mine was Yom Kippur. Then he typed into Google translate on my phone the words: “If you believe you came out clean, then don’t mess up.” It turned out he was a satmar chassid. I teased him for being anti-zionist and he typed “76 years and there hasn’t been a single quiet day here yet.” I told him that even Eden had its crazy days. He lives in Jerusalem. He was here for a reason I didn’t quite understand. I asked what he was doing for the rest of the day. He said he was doing nothing. So we just strolled a bit. We walked down Park HaMesila whilst hipsters and hot women strolled past. But we weren’t noticing that. By now we were talking about watermelons and schnitzel. Then we swapped phone numbers and said we should stay in touch. He had this tiny little phone from a bygone era. I felt that I should go and do some work but I also felt that he was just wandering around and that he kind of wanted company. So we walked a bit more. He said that he needed to keep moving as he was in pain. I asked what pain? He tried to explain but couldn’t so he typed into Google translate and showed me the phone. “Hemorroid pain” it said. It was hilarious and I started laughing. He was so innocent and sweet, casually telling me he had hemorrhoids as if it was no big thing to tell someone. And the reality is it wasn’t. Finally I walked him back to a synagogue he wanted to go to. I told him I was a writer. He told me he was a printer. He printed posters that the chassidim put up in their neighbourhood. Announcing weddings and deaths and other such things. I said I hope he will get more work for weddings. We shook hands and parted company. 

[spunsugarmusings]

Mirrormask (2005) Starter Sentences

Starter sentences based on the 2005 film Mirrormask. Change pronouns as necessary!

"You'll be the death of me!"

"All of those kids in there, they want to run away and join the circus!"

"I want to run away and join real life!"

"You couldn't handle real life!"

"I am a very important man. I've got a tower."

"If I were to say something apologetic it would reflect my feelings in this matter."

"I shall slip unnoticed through the darkness, like a dark, unnoticeable slippy thing."

"We often confuse what we wish for with what is."

"If we put little wheels on the bottoms of our shoes, we could just roll around everywhere."

"I understand this must be quite painful for you, but really it is a chicken."

"Rocks and logs can bite like dogs, but words will never hurt me!"

"It's like trying to find a needle… no, not a needle. Something SMALLER than a needle, in a haystack, when you don't even know if you're in the right field!

"My mum always said: "It's a dog-eat-dog world, son. You get them before they get you. Eat your greens. Stop embarrassing me in front of the neighbors. Maybe it would best if you leave home and never come back!"

"She wasn't even my real mum. She bought me from a man."

"You can't run away from home without destroying someone's world."

"How do you know if you're happy or sad without a mask?"

"Don't let them see you're afraid."

"LOOK! AN IDIOT!"

"I don't want to be a waiter!"

"I'd rather be juggling bananas."

"It's just a drawing, it's not "called" anything."

"I wasn't worried until you told me not to worry!"

"It's not anybody's fault. These things happen, it's just life."

"You know, sometimes it helps to apologize to others, even if it isn't your fault."

"You need a pretty frock and a happy smile."

"What's the matter with your face?"

"Dangerous, not dangerous, same thing."

"As propositions go, I have to say it is completely, unarguably, quintessentially hopeless."

"We'll do what rich people do! Bathe in fish, eat our weight in chocolate buttons, learn to play the concertina!"

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Catfish and Dog Cemeteries

Chapter Nine of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: The Annual Pigeon Creek Catfish Festival is always your favorite event of the summer. Being back here after seven years feels different. It should be a consolation that you're only going to be in Pigeon Creek for a few days more. But instead, another encounter with an old friend makes you question everything you thought you knew about your soon-to-be ex-husband. A chance encounter with the man himself makes you question everything else in your life, too.

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: discussions of grief, discussions of miscarriage, discussions of animal death

Word Count: 2665

A/N: This chapter is one of the saddest in this entire fic. I know, I know. It's awfully hypocritical of me to say that when most of Sweet Home Alabama (the movie) is really really sad. This is the chapter I sobbed while writing. It's also the first time Jake and Linley address the pain they have put each other through. I hope you love it!

Thanks to the gorgeous @desert-fern for reading over this chapter and smacking my imposter syndrome demon when it refused to give up.

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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Pigeon Creek's Catfish Festival is busier than you've ever seen it when you pull up and park your rental car on Main Street the next day. The festival used to be your favorite day of the summer, the one day during summer vacation when you could run free and eat as much candy and fried things as you wanted. You walk through the crowd on autopilot, walking down the line at the buffet until your plate is filled with all of the things you never actually let yourself eat anymore, and slip a twenty into the donation jar at the end of the table. The fried fish and steaming french fries had looked so good that you couldn’t stop yourself. 

But as you stand in the grass with your plate in your hand, it reminds you of something else. Nobody in Pigeon Creek likes you very much. Everyone you know is chatting and laughing and enjoying the good food. Yet you’re still the outsider. Like you were before Jake became your best friend like you have been every minute of every day since you left town. Not a single person wants to meet your eyes. A part of you understands why. Jake was the golden boy of the town. Jake is still the town hero. You’re just the girl who threw him away.

Of course, what you don’t expect to see is Dorothy sitting at one of the tables with a baby in her lap. She’s the only person who doesn’t glare at you as you walk up.

“D’you mind if I sit here?” Gone is the confident Linley who took New York by storm. In her place is the four-year-old with a lisp who used to get pushed off of picnic tables because she was too different.

“Sure.” You sit silently, gratefully, smiling at the chubby-cheeked baby in Dorothy’s lap.

“I, um..” You’re captivated by the shocks of tiny dark hair and big eyes and the way the little sweetheart is waving their fists around. “I didn’t know you and Mickey had a baby.”

“Aww, yeah. When you came around the bank the other day, there wasn’t much time for us to catch up now, was there?” She hums to the baby for several long moments before turning all of her attention to you.

It occurs to you at that moment that maybe you were more than a little prejudiced yourself as a kid. You have more fun with Dorothy than you’ve had in years. Getting to eat good food and just be yourself probably helps, too. Every time you see her snuggle her daughter, it feels like your heart breaks a little more. You can’t turn back time or change history. Seeing the baby squeal as a calf licks her hand makes you smile.

“Y’know he went up there?” There’s a secretive smile on Dot’s face as she rescues the baby from having her frock eaten by a goat.

“Who?” You drag your eyes away from the kids playing in front of you and focus back on Dorothy. “Dot, who went up where?” When she just looks at you, the lightbulb goes off in your head. “Jake? When?”

“About a year after you left.” That little tidbit of knowledge hits like a dart hitting a bullseye on a dart board. “He doesn’t know that I know, but Mickey let it slip once.”

“Jake was in New York?” You sound like a stuck record, but you can’t believe that Jake ever went to New York. Jake has always hated the idea of the big city, much preferring the country to the city. 

“He told Mickey he'd never seen anything like it.” Your heart is six feet under the earth.

“He realized straight off…” You’re leaning in despite yourself, some sick sense of curiosity expecting you to know, “That he'd need more than an apology to win you back. He needed to conquer the world first. He's been tryin' ever since.”

You didn’t think that you were so cruel a few days ago, standing in the middle of that fashion show back in New York. But now? Now, you feel like the worst person on the planet. 

“That's why he kept sending the papers back.” Is the world spinning off of its axis, or is that just you? How is it that you can know someone for most of your life and that they still surprise you every time?

“Yeah, it's funny how things don't work out.” The baby starts fussing in Dot’s arms, and the sweet burble of sound puts a smile on your face.

“It’s funny how they do.” 

You spend the rest of the day hanging out with Dorothy, smiling and laughing like a fool while playing with the baby. But it’s as night falls and the kids all go home to bed that excitement starts to course through your veins. The first twang of the guitar sets your feet tapping. For the first time since you came back to Pigeon Creek, you feel like you’re at home. With good music and even better alcohol in your hands, you finally feel free. 

Of course, what you’re not expecting, even though you totally should be, is Jake and Bob walking up to the small gathering you’ve found yourself in. It’s almost like once Dot approved of you, everyone else did, too. He looks like sin, his worn jeans clinging to his thighs and a soft red flannel clinging to his broad shoulders. His eyes and hair glisten in the soft light, and if you were a younger, less encumbered woman, you would have climbed him like a tree. But as it is, your soul feels heavy, and your left-hand feels even heavier. The worst part isn’t just how you lost the love of your life. It’s in how you’ve lost your best friend, too.

You can’t look at his smiling face, not when it hurts to see him happy when you’ve never been sadder. So, instead, you fixate on the glass your beer is in. It’s crystal clear and gorgeous, and well, it’s glass like you’ve never seen in New York. Is it any wonder that you lift the glass to see if you can see the manufacturer? Of course, just as you lift up the glass, it’s Dot who notices what you’re doing.

“Oh, honey, you…” She giggles, looking at you, “You drink that from the top.”

“I know that, Dot. I’m just lookin’ to see who makes this Deep South Glass. I wonder if you can get it in New York?" You take a sip of your beer and sigh. "It's beautiful."

"D'you hear that, Jake?" There is mischief in Dot's voice. "Lin wants to know where she can find that snooty-faluty glass." Why's she asking Jake, of all people?

"Why ask me?" See that? That's why Jake Seresin was your best friend. He always knew exactly what you were thinking and had the courage to express the thought, too.

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe it's because…" You've only had a few sips of your beer, so you don't miss the glare Jake shoots at Dot. You don't know why he's keeping secrets, but you have a feeling it isn't for a good reason. "You're all spiffed up and all."

"Wait, y'all." You probably look as confused as you feel. "Am I missing something?"

But all of a sudden, the familiar tones of Sweet Home Alabama by Lynyrd Skynyrd echo across the dance floor. You can count on one hand the number of times you've passed on dancing to this song - and all of them have been when you were in New York. It's a right of passage, a way of life. A part of you is sure every 'Bama baby has been put to bed at night with a crooned-out rendition of this song since it came out. Already, you can feel the beat tapping your toes, but a part of you isn't sure if anyone will ask you to dance. You smile vaguely as Dot marches off to the dance floor, Jake in tow, leaving you standing at the edge of the dance floor yearning.

"Y'know, she says that I've got two left feet, but the truth is she's got no rhythm." You startle just a bit at Mickey's voice, though you smile when you hear the pure love in it for Dot.

"Why don't we show her just how well I can dance, then, Miss Linley?" 

"It would be my pleasure, Mr. Garcia." 

You're smiling from ear to ear as Mickey twirls you around on the dance floor. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel the beat in every hummingbird thud of your heart. But when you open them again, it feels like the world's standing still. The music is gone. There isn't another person on the dance floor other than Jake and you. He's got his hand on your waist, and your heart's not beating in time anymore. Your palms grow clammy, and your tongue feels like it's swollen in your mouth.

There is something unreadable in Jake's gaze as he twirls you once, twice, and then one final time before applauding for the band and walking away. You spend the rest of the night as far away from Jake as you possibly can. You know where he is; you always have. But it's different going out of your way to avoid him. Everyone's cleared out for the night when you finally see the sign for the dog cemetery.

Bear used to love clear nights like this, and something about it makes you remember him. His little plot is the newest, and it hurts to think of the puppy you bottle-fed lying six feet under the ground when you never even got the chance to tell him you loved him one final time.

"Hi there, boy." Your hands shake as you clear away a couple of twigs ensnared in his grave marker. "Sorry, it took me so long. I would have come sooner if I'd known you were sick."

Sitting here tonight, you don't think you can lie. Not to Bear. "Actually, that's probably not true. I've been pretty selfish lately."

Tears track hot down your cheeks as you remember the dog you loved with all of your heart. "Dogs don't know anything about that, do they, though? You were always like a big old pillow. Like when everything went pear-shaped…" Your voice cracks on the words because pear-shaped is an understatement for how your life splintered. "You never left my side. And then I just left you. I bet you sat there wondering what you'd done wrong."

"I told him it was my fault." You stand up so quickly that you nearly fall over. It's Jake because who else would it be when he's so close that you can smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating off of his skin?

"Quit bein' so nice." 

"It's the truth." It's not. Not in the slightest. It was your fault. Your body, your mouth. Your fault. But you can't verbalize your words or how sorry you were for everything that you did.

"How come it has to be so complicated?" You sigh the words even as you wipe your tears away.

"What?" Despite his hatred for you, his voice is gentle, a melodic hum over the buzz of a summer night out in the country.

"The truth, life…" Finally, you trace your fingers over Bear's name. "This."

"He was one hell of a good dog, wasn't he?" You can only nod, moving to sit on a stone bench nearby. It's quiet for several moments, just you and Jake staring at the graves.

"You looked like you were having fun out there tonight." It's true, you did have fun. But it wasn't quite as easy as he thought it was to let loose.

"I'm happy in New York, Jake. But then I come down here and…” You gesture around you to all of Pigeon Creek. “This fits, too." Who are you trying to convince? Him? Or yourself?

"Since when does it have to be one or the other? You can have roots and wings, Lin." Not possible, not with your all-or-nothing life.

"Maybe I could just fly south for the winter." As if the Honorable Carole Bradshaw would ever let you do that.

He sits down next to you suddenly, warming the left side of your body as he gets close.

"Look." It takes you a bit to figure out what you're looking for, but when you see it, it makes you feel like a kid again. "There. Do you see 'em?"

"Only you. Lightnin' bugs." There's a childlike wonder on his face. This close, you can feel each exhale and can see the specks of amber floating in the green of his eyes

"You know, I still go out there sometimes. I see those big thunderheads rollin' in. It's like a religion." Of course, he still goes out on the beach in the middle of lightning storms.

But his confession has you spilling one of your own. "I had a dream about it the other night." You watch the lightning bugs track pinpricks of light through the dark night.

"It had me thinking, Lin. You ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn't have gotten pregnant?"

Your heart falls to your feet at his words. Please let him regret you, but not that sweet baby. Please, not your sweet baby. Your throat barely pushes out the sound as you whisper, "Jake."

"Just," His eyes are pleading, and the sight of the pain in his eyes blanks all the thoughts out of your mind. "Let me get this out before I can't. I thought that baby would be an adventure."

"And it took me a while to realize that it would have been your only adventure." Yup. The sound you hear despite the blood pounding in your temples is your heart shattering into infinitesimal pieces. "I just guess Mother Nature knew better, huh?"

Your hands make abortive movements in your lap. But you can't reach for him, not with the ring weighing your left hand down. "I was so ashamed, Jake. 'Cause I felt relieved. How selfish am I, huh? I lost our baby, and I felt relieved. I felt relieved. And I couldn't handle that. All of a sudden, I just needed a different life. So I left."   

Your voice is so quiet you're not sure Jake can actually hear you.

"You’ve done really well for yourself. I'm proud of you, Lin." He's so close all you want to do is fall into him. But you can't. You can't.

"I'm just sorry I never danced with you at our weddin'." How does he make your heart feel so full that you're sure it's going to overflow?

"I'm sure this next one's gonna go better for ya." His hands are strong and warm and perfect as they cradle yours. But every press of his hands rubs the ring, Bradley's ring, into your hands. It feels like a brand, the guilt turning into a five-ton weight sitting there. And it's that itchy, heavy feeling that has you yanking your hands from his own. 

"Jake, I can't do this." Who are you trying to convince as you walk away? Like so much of this conversation tonight, you're not really sure.

"I know."

Something about those words has you turning around. It's not a feeling or an expressed desire, but you still stand on your tiptoes and kiss Jake. Just once, you promise your traitorous heart. Just once. But he feels like home and tastes like it and smells like it. The electricity ricocheting through your veins makes you feel so good that you don't break the kiss until Jake does. Your lips are swollen, and you can barely breathe. But Jake? Jake just looks angry.

"Go home." Is it any wonder that you do so with your tail between your legs?

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[djadecutie]

I might as well make an intro card

Howdy My Fellow Bloaks!!!

Name: ??? [call me Jade]

Pronouns: They/She

Sexuality: Aro Ace (Lesbian?)

Age: Minor, in high school

Hobbies: Drawing/art (mainly character drawing), reading, writing(a little bit, hard to get motivation), binging Youtube, messing with my oc's ( I don't think i've posted them much on here but i will if you want me to ^-^) and talking to myself in my room while spinning in a chair (it's fun)

Some little bits of info: Really love weird core music, Adore disability rep in media(like, want it portrayed more), kinda wise and dumb? I think anyway, Find that the queer disasters are fun to play with.

Some things I like/Fandoms Im in: (some Im more into than others) Danganronpa, Saiki K, Wonder over yonder, Sam and Max Freelance police, fairly odd parents a new wish (I engage through ramblings on youtube), Smiling friends, Unikitty! (Im basically only in it for frock), Captain underpants, Dog man(my childhood liturature:] ), Welcome home, Greatings from mayview(its wowiezowiebaby's ocs, not a show or media) Undertale, Deltarune(I know it but my main thing is the Delta rune memes), Fnaf, Poppy playtime, Another crabs treasure (crab darksouls), Hollow night (have not finished playing yet), Doki Doki Literature Club, SMG4, Eddsworld, Animated Inanimate Battle(I've only watched this one[weird amount of overlap within fandom]), ROTTMNT (I have not watched the other iterations), Gravity falls, Sonic, Mario, Murder drones, Monkey wrench (indie animated show on youtube) and TADC

My sona:

Hope your day becomes manageable!

[autumnaaltonen]

What are the names of each alucard form?

The Many Forms of Alucard

For just the average shapeshifting, Alucard has shown to be capable of changing into bats, insects, snakes, a dog, or just large masses of darkness and shadow.

But when you say "forms", I am going to assume you mean the persona's Alucard takes on in his Control Art Restriction System, and other associated persona.

The Control Art Restriction System was designed by Abraham Van Hellsing as a sort of leash for Alucard. He is far too dangerous on his own, so his powers must be contained via six 'levels'. Each of these levels, like a safe, has a designated amount of power locked behind them, effecting Alucard's physical form as a result. We the viewers are not prevy to all of these states, becuase when Alucard sees it necessary to unlock the Control Art Restriction levels (or ask permission from his master), he's really an all-or-nothing kind of guy. The states we have observed are as thus:

Level 6: Referred to as "Count", is the most recognizable form for Alucard, as it is his default. He is often seen wearing is iconic red frock coat and large fedora, with a black pin up suit, long leather boots, white gloves, and somtimes his classic google sunglasses.

Levels 5-2: Unknown, possibly the same as Level 6 or 1.

Level 1: Referred to as "Nosferatu". This form is seen multiple times throughout the series, first when he is discovered by a preteen Integra, as well when fighting Luke Valentine, Tubalcain Alhumbra, Anderson and Walter. He wears a full body, black straight-jacket, with his level 6 white gloves.

Level 0: What fans have dubbed as "Vladcard". This form turns Alucard into his previous human-sefl, Vlad 'the Impaler' Dracula. He wears his 15th century Romanian armour, a tattered black cape and a large broadsword at his hip. And, as pointed out amusingly by Seras, he also has a mustache 🥸.

Other forms not associated with a particular level include:

Girlycard, where Alucard appears as a young girl with stright, long black hair, a white jacket and pants over a black button-up, and a white ushanka.

Bussiness Man (or Dripcard🫠), appears when Alucard travels to Rio with Seras and Pip. His air is gown long, and he wears a slick black suit, gray overcoat, black tie, red button-up shirt, black leather shoes, and his classic goggle sunglasses and white gloves.

For more Alucard info, I always trust in the work done by our fellow fans at https://hellsing.fandom.com/

[lilitophidian]

Starter for ;

@xluciifer ⛧ Lust for blood , love is deadly music.

On occasion, she knew he was present.

On occasion, she sensed he was passing judgment, even though she could never do anything wrong in his opinion.

Always so silent amid things even as she played in another man's entrails. Mushy bits to cover her nails in groomed gore. That one—the one she recognized—made his stomach churn. You may find a lot when you open the gut; the memory of whatever they ate had transformed into the dog dung that most sinners were.

But not today; she did not hold hostages on a slab while dissecting a frog in her small unique spot.

Made specifically for her.

Today. She would indulge him. He wanted to spend time with her now that she was back, hmm? This was her method of letting him see through her eyes. Or, more specifically, eyes snatched from the gone.

It was a new setting, not the solitude of home, but her own magnificent invention of amusement in Pentagram City.

A sinner was dangling from above on the stage as a puddle of blood formed under them during the recording of the performances. Glittering against her frock as she stood close to—but far from—Lucifer.

" I was thinking of violins today. The noise is so lovely , you know? I have always admired the way you played the fiddle. Each stroke has a great deal of enthusiasm. "

While she spoke to the tables behind her, he would sit. Her only audience a few weeps came from the poor unfortunate soul who was trapped like salted meat waiting to dry.

Why was it that the only time she appeared truly pleased was when she was doing such...grotesque things?

" I did take it up on occasion. As you are aware, I am not particularly talented; your wife is a better vocalist. "

Chuckles as she places her hand on the fearful one's shoulder.

" May I? "

She beckoned for him to borrow his instrument. Oh dear... What precisely did she have in mind?

[m4levole]

away from my light, in darkness unbroken, the last of my children, shrouded in night.

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺

name. lysara ( lee - SAH - rah ) bolton ( BOL - tuhn ). age. thirty2. birthday. 10th of the 3rd moon 96 ac. title. ruling lady of the dreadfort. nicknames. lee, sara, lady hoarfrost. gender. cis woman. pronouns. she + her. orientation. bisexual.

𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

father. cregard bolton. † mother. meliana bolton, née tba. † siblings. lord tba bolton, younger half - brother. tba snow, younger half - sibling. significant others. none. children. none. extended family. lord tba bolton, paternal uncle. lady tba bolton née tba, paternal aunt. ser tba bolton, cousin. liege tba bolton, cousin.

𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑸𝑼𝑬

height. 155 cm. ( 5'1" ) build. svelte, willowy and graceful, slender - limbed and finely delicate as glass. hair color. black. eye color. brown.

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀

positive. sophisticated, serene, curious. negative. avaricious, restless, heartless. mbti. intj - a. enneagram. 5w7. temperament. melancholic - choleric. tropes. bitch in sheep's clothing. dissonant serenity. a god am i. i just want to be loved. stepford smiler. references. jennifer check ( jennifer’s body ). makima ( chainsaw man ). catherine tramell ( basic instinct ). minthara baenre ( baldur’s gate 3 ).

𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀

tw : cheating, death ( + animal death, death by childbirth, parental death )

the midwife believed the stranger had taken two lives that chilly night. when your mother had gone limp and unresponsive, the maester split the cocoon of flesh around you and lifted you into the midwife's arms, you had been cold and silent. the weight of his grief had not yet sunken into cregard bolton's shoulders when you twitched and coughed and gasped ( but never cried ). little did he know that dread would follow you like a shadow ⸻ a return to form for your house after his relatively soft leadership. your nurse in the courtyard in a crimson puddle, neck snapped and hip shattered, the back of her frock wrinkled in a way that might've implied the shape of two small hands ( but a six year - old could never have done it, could not have even climbed onto the parapet from which she fell ... could you? ) two hunting dogs, favored of the cook's boy, who fed them scraps, disappeared shortly after you took notice of them and offered a hand to sniff. ( 'there was a hole in the wall,' you said, and though they swiftly patched it, the suspicion in the guards' eyes never abated. ) your father watches you, tries to love you, and wonders just how much is too much.

you are fourteen when the cook's son becomes a bolton. the dreadfort once thought that lord cregard's indiscretions, sloppily hidden from his simple - minded lady wife, were his greatest shame. as it turns out, that would be you. but it's a decision made of spite first and foremost, in response to a pushy brother who would rather see his son take your de facto place as heir if craven cregard is truly so afraid of his own spawn. your younger brother proves to be just as unpopular as you in the following two years. despite all of your father's efforts to change this, he will always be a commoner just as you will always be a suspected killer. when the ruling lord bolton takes to bed and doesn't wake up the next morning, few expect you to have the initiative to claim your birthright while everyone else reels from the shock. your cousin is offered up to the night's watch and your uncle cowed, but your brother ( and his sibling, long thought to share blood with you as well ) remain by your side at the dreadfort, where enemies are meant to be.

half your lifetime, you've ruled the fractured house bolton. through famine and blizzard, you have protected your people, and though begrudging respect wells like water from a stone, you know now that the specter of the stranger remains fixed over your shoulder. it is not so much surrender as it is acceptance ⸻ a hardening of a shell around you as impenetrable as the ice that coats the wall. you do not need their love, you tell yourself. it is enough to be in control. but you are lonely. just once, it would be nice to have someone look forward to seeing your face, to gaze upon you with reverence and gratitude. war pushes all sorts to extremes. it brings a smile to your face, however frightening it may be, to imagine all those tear - streaked faces and hands clasped in prayer, trembling lips curled around your name.

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

the intrepid : you're certain that the rumors surrounding lady bolton, of curses and poison and a wicked heart, are just that ⸻ rumors. you have no proof of this, reclusive and reticent as lysara is. but you're determined to find it. this is assuming she'll even allow you to get close. [ 0 / 1 ]

fly in the web : honeyed words fall easily from her lips, a curved near - smile and faint praise enough to arrest your attention. never once have you considered yourself a plaything, a southron noble turned doll that she can twist every which way before she truly faces the king and his court. and she'll never admit that's what you are, either. [ 0 / 1 ]

pet the dog : it comes as a surprise to know that she adores animals. lysara can't even stand the notion of a hunt, as it turns out, the thought of a terrified animal running for its life too much for her to bear. you start to wonder if she feels this way about people, too, but the sight of a squirrel nestled in her hair distracts you from digging deeper. [ 0 / 1 ]

adaptive foraging : healthy and hale as she is, lysara's current heir presumptive is her cousin. she and her father had their differences, but they are in accord in their wish for their line to retain control over house bolton. she needs a child of her blood, and a husband first and foremost ⸻ which is easier said than done, what with her reputation. luckily for her, you are desperate ( or simple ) enough to take the bait. [ 0 / 1 ]

fatal first meeting : you are an old pen pal of lysara's, trading words across thousands of miles from the south of westeros to the frigid north. she found it easy to bare her soul to you in writing, seemingly careless of the notion that your ravens could be intercepted. now, having met, however, you wonder where the vivacious, talkative girl you had envisioned has gone. [ 0 / 1 ]

[unwantedalien]

THE FAMILY

Today is the day. The day I met Kim Ji Sooks sons. So apparently he has SEVEN SONS NOT TWO OR THREE BUT SEVEN OF THEM.

Good lord, how does one man pay for all of them?

It has been a week since I've met Kim Ji Sook, and yesterday he wanted my permission if he could propose to my mother. For marriage. I did say I was fine with it, but I just wished he wouldn't propose to her at all. I know it's a selfish wish, but I don't want him in my life nor do I want his sons.

"Mi-Rae we're here"

I looked out of the window and blinked. Once then twice

"Omma is this a hotel?"

"yes, this is, it's one of the restaurants he owns, this is where we are meeting them".

"Oh my lord"

Omma simply smiled at me and got out of the car, and I followed behind.

"I have to take a picture of this"

I clicked a few pictures and sent them to Emi and Minhyun.

"They are going to be sooooo mad at me once they see them"

I kept my phone back in my pocket and followed my mom and Kim Ji Sook inside the grand hotel. I understood then why mom wanted me to wear something a bit nicer than a summer-vibes frock, I mean, if I knew it would be this GRAND, I would have definitely worn a suit and tie and match with the butlers.

As the three of us entered, there was a butler who asked for our name and some other stuff. I was too busy admiring the interiors of this hotel. This looked more like a palace than that of a hotel. A huge chandelier that looked silver and gold shimmering from the lights above hung from the ceiling. The ceiling itself looked grand somehow. The floors were a dark colour. A large red carpet was laid which lead visitors to various places in the hotel.

"Mi-Rae"

I turned towards omma, who had a soft smile on her face.

"Let's go"

I smiled back while telling her why I found this place pretty and why it should be a palace instead of a hotel.

We were led to a private dining room on the 3rd floor, the room was at a far corner. I looked around and realized that there weren't many people on this floor. Just a few janitors keeping this place clean and the security seemed really tight, like holy shit, I looked like I was entering a maximum security prison, are we going to get interrogated?

 'Welp I lived a good life, I should send a final goodbye message to my friends' I thought.

Kim Ji Sook stopped in front of the door and looked at us, "well" looked at me and said "meet my sons" and opened the door dramatically.

My eyes fell on one man. His eyes widen and stood up, pointing at me

"YOU!"

"Oops"

Well, this should be fun.

"Mi-Rae-ah do you know him?"

My mother was... surprised to say the least, I mean, I was too! 

"uhhhhhhhhhhhh by passing?"

"YOU MADE ME STEP ON DOG SHIT"

"That was her? lol servers you right for calling her stupid" 

He had a cute smile, with cute dimples, he looked maybe a year older than me, if not the name age.

On tree boy's other side, was a very, very handsome guy, he looked really familiar, and was meddling with his phone, not even looking at me.

"THOSE WERE BRAND-NEW SHOES, YOU BRAT"

Tree boy pointed at me again.

"You shouldn't point at people, and those were MY SHOES!"

The one next to sleepy boy said out loud, accusing tree boy of stealing his shoes.

"TAE YOU TOLD HIM?"

Ah, finally a name for handsome boy, Tae,

"You gave me an expired candy cane and a note that said please you expect me not to?"!

"That-THAT ISN'T THE PROBLEM! THAT GIRL MADE THEM DIRTY!"

This was a sight to see. 

A circle table, where Kim Ji Sook, and Omma had sat in their seats, and with me sitting right in front of tree boy. 

'Tae' was to my right, in other words, tree boys left, then sleepy boy, then the... guy with the cool band tee, and... another pretty boy, then a mature guy who I was sitting next to on the round table, next to me was omma, then Kim Ji Sook and... a cute guy, it was only tree boy who had the most similarities with Kim Ji Sook.

I would have spoken to one of them, but they kept talking over each other, fighting over... banana milk?

I looked at Kim Ji Sook with an 'are these really your sons?' Look. He just smiled at me and nodded before looking at the boys and saying.

"SHUT UP EVERYONE"