#he belongs to my godmother’s daughter

[twentysidednerd]

my man justin (the lizard i’ve been pet-sitting) goes home today and i am unreasonably paranoid that he got out of his terrarium somehow

there is feasibly no way he did and i know he’s just hiding real well in his leaves, but after i saw one of his crickets on my desk last night after having not seen him for a few hours, i got scared that he somehow got out after i fed him

which is. probably not true, this isn’t the first time i’ve gone a bit without seeing him but never THIS long. like i said, im 99.999% sure he’s still in there and is just doing the Lizard Thing of camouflage but anxiety brain go brrrr

[crownedghostprince]

Two Queens on a Chessboard (Descendants) pt 1

Evie x Female!Reader.

Fandom: Descendants.

(Y/N) is the daughter of Snow White.  She’s been attending Auradon High for a little while now and Prince Ben, (the future King of Auradon) just declared he’ll be bringing over four VKs (Villain Kids) to help them choose their own destinies and not what their parents want for them.  (Y/N) loves all things girly, cute, pink and fun...but she didn’t know “all things girly” included liking girls themselves.

Requests: Closed. Requested: no.

Warning(s): None, this is just a cute, gay romantic and fluffy story.

Note: In this Evie is not at all related to Snow White or anything, as in this Timeline the Evil Queen did not marry Snow White’s father.  Instead, she attempted to date her father and when he died he left a will claiming her to be trustworthy of everything he possessed until his daughter (Snow White) was of age to inherit it all (18) and that’s how the story goes in this world. 

I hope that’s not confusing and enjoy!

Word Count: 2,700+ (roughly)

[First Person Perspective]

(This incredible picture of Evie belongs to ‘lilicohirukoma’  on Tumblr.  Check her out, she has some fun relogs and other posts!)

I carefully observed as birds glided effortlessly across the sky, flapping their wings against the warm sun.  The sunlight drifted through my open window, lighting up my sketchbooks and coloured pencils.  I did my best to keep the wind from blowing my reference pictures off my desk as I drew the parrots above to the best of my ability.  Their coloured feathers that lit up the world as they passed it by were my favourite thing about them.  I was supposed to be getting dressed for the day, or at least doing something more productive, but I felt too at peace to move.

It took my mother knocking at my door to get me away from my desk to let her in.  Her pale skin came into view as the door swung open.  I reluctantly met her brown eyes as she spoke, clearly upset, “(Y/N) you should be dressed already!  I don’t care for these Villain Kids, or whatever Prince Ben is planning with them, but I’ll be damned if I let you leave the house not looking like royalty.  I swear, sometimes you forget you’re my daughter.”  She scolded, entering my room and shutting the door behind us so she could dress me in the outfit I chose.  “Look at this!  It’s so pink the pink tax could charge you twice for it!”

“Very funny, mother.”  I rolled my eyes and started to undress, letting her pull the pink dress over my head as she continued to comment on it.  While we were both distracted a couple of the parrots from earlier flew to the windowsill and watched.

“There’s so many frills I can’t see the bloody hem!  Do you think they added enough sparkles?  I swear this dress has more sparkles than the Fairy Godmother’s magic spells.”

“I think it’s a charming dress.”

“Charming?  Charming would be blinded by this dress’ glow!”  She scoffed, continuing to do up the corset and back bow.  The dress I chose to meet the Villain Kids in was a cute 1950s, Rock ‘n’ Roll inspired dress with the skirt reaching my knees with lots of frills, a bow in the back and lots of sparkles.  The top part of the dress was shaped with a scoop neckline and a simpler design aside from the corset so the skirt could catch people’s eyes first.  The skirt was the main focus of the dress and the top simply blended quite nicely.

I had chosen matching pink high heels, my nails were done with an almond shape in a very light pink colour.  Imagine white but with a tinge of pink, that’s the colour.  I was in love with the outfit and I even did my hair in a cute 1950s curly side bun hairstyle with a cute pink bow in my hair.  Can you tell I love pink?  I chose silver jewelry to match, a simple necklace and bracelet and some studded earrings.

But back to the present moment, my mother had finished doing up my corset and my outfit was finished with the added jewelry that she helped me put on.  She looked me up and down and shook her head.  “How did we go from my blue and yellow to your blinding pink?”  She sighed, putting her hand to her cheek as she tilted her head.  She doesn’t like pink all that much, she says only Aurora and her child, Audrey, should dress in pink as it’s ‘their colours’.

“Mother, you know I’m not a big fan of yellow.  Besides, I do wear blue!  I was just in a pink mood today.”  I explained even though we’ve had this conversation many times.

“I know, darling.  I just sometimes wonder who you get your personality from.  You don’t really act like your father or I at all.”  She stated completely ignoring that fact that I do many things she did at 17 years of age.  I guess she just blocked out those memories like most parents.

“Well, sometimes a little sugar needs some spice.”  I simply replied by saying our phrase.  She was always considered the sweetest princess and queen, which she was, and when I grew up to be quite more lively and sassy I was nicknamed her ‘spice’.

“Well, Little Miss Spice better grab her purse and leave for school if she wants to meet those Villain Kids so badly.”  She smiled.  I returned her smile and we both turned to my desk where my pink purse was and we noticed our audience.  The two parrots from earlier were there, but a squirrel, a bluebird and a doe had joined the window, watching with interest.

Like my mother, I naturally attracted animals and got along wonderfully with them.  But sometimes it was a bit unnerving to realize you’re never truly alone when you live right near the forest.  Oh, right, we live on the edge of Auradon, just outside a magnificent forest filled with many creatures - magical and non-magical - in a cozy castle.  It was more a mansion styled as a castle, but the comment stands.

“I’ll, uhm, be on my way then.”  I cleared my throat and grabbed my purse, giving the animals all a pet before turning back to my mother.  She sighed and gave me a quick hug, being careful not to smudge my makeup and eyeliner.

“Just promise me you’ll be safe and you won’t get too close to any of those children.”  She looked at me sternly.  Although it would be more intimidating if she wasn’t slightly shorter than me.

“I promise, mother.”  I smiled and kissed her forehead before jogging out the door and waving, “Bye!!  I’ll see you tonight!”  I skipped down the halls and a couple of the house mice joined me before running from our cat, Sherlock.

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡   

Finally, I arrived via limo to Auradon High.  Kids my age had already started gathering and the band was practicing before the kids arrived.  I stepped out, “Thank-you, Mister Desmond!”

“Have a lovely day at school, Miss White.”  He waved with his soft smile.

“I will!  Goodbye!”  I closed the door and skipped up to my two best friends: Jane and Elin.  Jane was the daughter of the Fairy Godmother and Elin was the daughter of Elsa.  Elin has ice powers like her mother, except her powers are smaller in scale and easier for her to control.  Well that’s what she told me, but I’ll never know for sure.  “Hey, Elin!  Hey, Jane!”  I called, finally skipping up to them.

“Hey, (Y/N)!”  They both greeted - Jane a little more nervous than Elin.

“Are you excited to meet the VKs?”  Elin asked excitedly.  Her soft blue eyes lit up as she smiled and finished braiding her white hair.  It was pretty long so it took her some time but it was always so worth it.  She was almost as good as Rapunzel’s daughter when it came to braiding hair.

“I’m really excited to meet them! I really hope they don’t cause us any trouble...I feel like they’ll be really cool to befriend!”  I answered, bouncing up and down a little.

“I’m not thrilled.  I hope they leave as quickly as they come.”  Jane gulped, nervously picking at her fingernails - an anxious habit she’d had for a while now.  I took her hands and squeezed them slightly.

“Don’t worry I’m sure they won’t bother us much.  They’ll probably think we’re all too prissy and princess-y to be worth bothering.”  I reassured her.  She smiled slightly but still looked worried.

“I’m more concerned about my mother forcing me to meet them and be near them more than I would like...”  She whispered uncertainly.  We both looked over at her mother who stood beside Prince Ben and his girlfriend Audrey at the front of the gathering, just in front of the band.  My mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as I realized what she meant.

Her mother was always so extroverted and confident and Jane was the total opposite, being more on the shy and reserved side.  “I’m sure she’ll take it easy on you, vennen.”  (Darling)  Elin reassured her in her thick Norwegian accent, placing her hands on Jane’s shoulders and giving her a little playful shake which elicited a little giggle from Jane.  “Besides, if you stick with us, we’ll protect you from them!”  Elin grinned and gave the air a couple fake punches to prove her point.

“Yeah!  And I’ll wear so much pink it would make any Villain gag from 30 meters away!”  I laughed and Jane cracked a smile.  Before any of us could joke around any more a hush fell over the group as Fairy Godmother clapped her hands three times like a primary school teacher and then shouted orders.

“Everyone hush!!  Listening ears and smiling faces on!  They’re coming down now!  Look bright and lively everybody!  Here we go!!”  She cheered and we all did our best to match her over bubbly personality.  Jane passed Elin and I some small flags made for occasions like this.  We excitedly waved them in the air as everyone cheered and the band started up once again.  It wasn’t the best welcome song, but it was pretty impressive considering they’d only had a week until now to practice.

The limo pulled up and the chauffeur opened the door.  We watched two boys tumble out, hushing us all with their arguing and battle for some piece of cloth.  Eventually a purple-haired woman stepped out and then followed a gorgeous blue-haired woman.  Her outfit, her hair, her smile - she was absolutely adorable.  I couldn’t stop staring and Elin had to physically close my dropped jaw with her hand.

Elin chuckled and gave me a discreet thumbs up, having hinted at me being bisexual in the past.  But...I always denied it.  I blushed and avoided eye-contact, my eyes slowly drifting back to the gorgeous girl rocking a stunning blue outfit and looking like she was a princess straight out of a fairy tale book.  I was especially in awe of her style.  She clearly had a good sense of fashion and she held her head high with confidence as she walked.

Her dress was a strange, but gorgeous, mix of leather with a blue jeans-inspired design and something similar to what the ‘Evil Queen’ from my mother’s past would wear.  She had a cute headband that matched and her whole outfit looked handmade, down to every seam.  She wore a contrasting red apple necklace; black, finger-less gloves and matching black and white tights.  Finally, I noticed how her hair was slightly curled, a bit like mine currently was, but her hair was fully let down and swayed in the gentle breeze.  She seemed ecstatic to be here and looked at everything like a small child seeing their biggest wish come true.

Elin snapped me out of my daze once again and we all watched as Fairy Godmother greeted them with her usual happy-go-lucky, primary school teacher attitude and then she introduced Prince Ben and Princess Audrey.  Prince Ben made sure to greet them all individually by shaking their hands and welcoming them, pausing a bit on the purple-haired woman and then continuing on afterwards.  I couldn’t see Audrey’s face but ever since her betrothal to Prince Ben I assumed she was pissed he wasn’t giving her all his attention.

Although that sounds ridiculous, I know Audrey very well.  She’s a very arrogant, ignorant woman who loves power and fame and money.  She cares little for other people, especially those actually in need of aid.  I remember watching once as she offered no food to a begging woman.  I made sure to buy some extra bread and cheese for the lady.  It wasn’t much, but she was thankful and that made me smile.  But for Audrey to pass her by without even acknowledging her?  Horrible.

We watched as Fairy Godmother wrapped it up and finished talking with everyone.  Prince Ben and Princess Audrey began leading them to the school, giving them a bit of a tour and talking about the history whilst everyone else in the area scattered and cleaned up any confetti.  I caught eyes with the beautiful blue-haired woman and we both paused for a second.  Even from a distance I could tell she was the daughter of The Evil Queen and she could probably tell I was Snow White’s daughter.  I felt my cheeks heat up and all I could do was smile, curtsy and wink and then quickly catch up with my friends.

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡  

“Pleaseee that was so embarrassingggg!!!”  I whined into Elin’s pillow.  Elin laughed in amusement from her office chair.  Elin was staying in a dorm room with Jane at the school as she travelled very far to attend and Jane stayed in the dorm room because she hated travelling such a long distance to school every day.

“I’m sure she found it cute, vennen min.”  (My friend) Elin shook her head as she spoke.  I looked up from the pillow more and stared pointedly.

“I assure you she probably did not, liebling.”  (Darling)  I tossed the pillow back onto her bed before standing up from the floor.  I brushed my clothing off and checked how I looked in Jane’s vanity mirror.

“How do you know?  You don’t!  In fact...there’s only one way of truly knowing.”  Elin grinned.  I watched her from the mirror as I fixed up my makeup before deciding to ask the dreaded question.

“And...how would I go about finding that out?”  I turned around and Elin stood up excitedly.

“At school tomorrow,” She grabbed my shoulders, “Introduce yourself and get to know her.”

“I--...I mean you’re not wrong, but...how would I even go about approaching her?”

“Well if you see you share a class, greet her then!  Maybe when you’re both leaving and also see what other classes you share!”

“Elin, mausebär.  (Mouse)  That’s incredible thinking!  You’re absolutely right!  I can just meet her at classes and then move from there!”  Elin and I giddily did a little dance on the spot.

“That’s the spirit!!  Overcome your fears!”  She cheered, her soft blue eyes sparkling with delight.  She began tossing little snowflakes above us like confetti.  “Jippi!”  (Yay)  She cheered.

We spent the rest of our time together with Jane, enjoying our lunches, joking and dancing around and doing each others hair whilst watching some movies like ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ and ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’.  We had a lot of fun like we originally planned.  This day spent together and movie night is how we usually spend our last day before school.  My mother’s fine with me staying out until midnight, so I was able to do that again.

I tiredly said my goodbyes to Elin and Jane, hugging them both before I followed Fairy Godmother to the front door of the school.  We talked quietly, careful of the sleeping students.  “I’m glad you and Elin are friends with Jane.”  She smiled softly, looking up at the moon as we waited for Mister Desmond to arrive.  “She’s so shy and closed off.  I still remember the day she came home from middle school, ecstatic and talking fast.  She was so happy to have friends she didn’t say a single word correctly.”

I grinned, remembering how I first met Jane by walking into a wall right in front of her and balling my eyes out immediately at the slightest drop of blood that was created by the impact.  She’d always been such a kind person.  She leapt straight into making sure I was okay, screaming for Elin to help us both when poor Elin herself was lost.  Luckily our gym teacher was nearby and helped us get to the nurse’s office where we all sat crying and apologizing.

It was a silly way to meet, but I wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world.  I was so distracted talking to Fairy Godmother and thinking back on my childhood days with Elin and Jane, I completed missed the four students hiding in a bush just outside the school - waiting for us to leave so they could sneak back inside.  When I finally spoke up to Fairy Godmother about how we met, as Jane never coherently told her mother, I also missed Evie’s soft smile as she pictured the scenario I was describing.

It was a perfect night and a perfect start to a new school year...and a future relationship.

♡ ~~~~~~ ♡

(Part 2 coming soon!)

[paracosmic-murdock]

Tell me what are my words worth ; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 1: "La détermination qui coule dans mes veines"

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: While the other ladies have grown with the mindset of marrying and having children, you, as the daughter of a man who wanted a son, grew up being both. You learnt how to embroider, play the pianoforte, fence and manage the estate. However, there were some things that not even the Duke of Burgundy could do, so after he passed and you thought there was nothing left for you, you decided to move to London for a while and go to the Royal Academy of Art.

Nothing was going to keep you from what you wanted, and you would do whatever it takes: you would lie to everyone, you would live to death, you would pretend to be a man. You had a plan and it would be a piece of cake for you. But again, when has something that she wants and should not do easy for a woman? Especially when a man like Benedict Bridgerton gets in the way in more ways than one.

Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, love triangles (but not really), lgbtq+ themes, bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added

Chapter summary: Going to London was an easy decision though a difficult change, but nothing was going to stop you from getting what you wanted, and what you wanted was to go to Art School. For now, you only had to arrive and attend whatever event your godmother told you to. The only good thing that came from all of it, was that you reunited with a dear old friend of the family.

Word count: 2.9K

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You knew you would leave for London for a while. You had made the decision, you had sent the letter, you had packed the suitcases, but you were yet to announce your departure.

The possibility of being stopped by your cousin was higher than the mountains, and in order to avoid it, you would only let him know about your trip to London the day before you left. However, his plans did not leave you the chance to.

Running away was not easy because everything you have keeps you attached to that piece of land that belongs to you, that is your father's legacy and your responsibility to keep alive.

Not a change was easy for any human, and you wouldn't be the exception.

So you looked at yourself in the mirror, hesitation long gone after minutes of silence.

You didn't know how to do it, you just hoped for the best of fates as the scissors cut short your dampened hair. No hairdresser would give you the cut you wished for, the one you needed, so you had to do it yourself.

After a quick glance at the packed suitcases and the room that will remain vacant for a pair of months at least, you put on the black cloak and ran away.

The determination ran through your veins just like you were running through the hallways of the Château de Germolles, it has been doing so since the moment your father passed because there was nothing left for you at home if you did not have a man by your side saying the opposite. Certainly, your cousin replaced your father as the lord of the house, but he has never given you any sort of security in your own home. Two years have passed, and you would wait no more.

"Lady Y/N," le Seigneur Cartier, your father's right hand, interrupted your path. "Are you entirely sure about this?"

"Lord Carrington is expecting me, Seigneur Cartier," you answered. "And I have never been more sure about anything in my life."

He nodded, helping you get inside the carriage. "I will send you letters weekly."

"I will be expecting them," He closed the carriage door, and you peeked through its window. "I trust you to honor my father's wishes while I am gone."

Cartier nodded and made a gesture for the carriage to start, and you looked at the Château for the last time in God knows how long.

"One day until we arrive in Calais, one hour to Dover and seven hours to London," Antoinette, your maid, commented with a tired sigh. "Lady Y/N, are you sure about this journey?"

"I am sure, and I would appreciate it very much if all of you just stopped asking me that," you stated, annoyance slipping through your voice. "I am to be received by Lord Carrington, my godfather, and I will live in London for however long it takes."

"They are not in the Social Season, or so I have heard." You pursed your lips.

"I am not looking to marry as of now, my wish is to fall in love, Antoinette, because whoever is to be my husband must love me dearly before I display my everything to him. There shall be love, trust… He must be a man capable of ruling, not some mere lord. I will not hurry, and a specific time of the year will not stop me from finding a reliable husband. And I am not here to find a husband either way."

"I apologize, Lady Y/N."

The following hours were ruled by silence, there was little to no sentence said even during the hours of rest before continuing the lengthened voyage. No thing other than instructions were told during the two days and a half that it took to arrive in Lord Carrington's mansion.

It was bigger than you remembered, but again, the last time you were there was about ten years ago.

You were welcomed inside, not without looking around and admiring the art your godfather was a fanatic of.

"Oh, Lady Y/N! You have grown so much! You are a ravishing young lady, dear," Lady Carrington exclaimed, taking your hands in hers with a smile. Her loud nature was always remarkable, annoying to most but adored to you. "Hugh, darling! Lady Y/N just arrived!"

Lord Carrington appeared in the room with a smile that matched his wife's, an exuberant chuckle as he saw you. "Dear Heavens, you look just like your Mama!"

You laughed tiredly. "I am grateful to you, Lord and Lady Carrington, for welcoming me into your home. I had been setting my heart on spending some time here in London."

"So were we," he noted with a nod.

"Hmm, you must be dead tired, my dear. Let me show you your room for your stay." Lady Carrington motioned you to follow her.

"I am indeed, thank you," You smiled, to then announce your departure. " Excusez-moi."

You followed her through the infinite hallways and endless words, hearing her talk about the ball they were invited to just last week and the one they will host in five days.

"Did you bring ball gowns with you, my dear?" she asked you. "You must attend the ball as our guest of honor."

"I could not fit much in these suitcases, Lady Carrington," you replied. "However, I figured you could take me to the modiste soon. I will pay whatever the price is for some Paris here in London."

She smiled. "The modiste, Madame Delacroix, is French, my dear! I shall take you there tomorrow first thing in the morning."

"It is a plan, then, Lady Carrington."

"Perfect, dear," She nodded. "Rest, I will have someone wake you up for dinner. Tomorrow, in the afternoon, you will accompany me to Lady Danbury's for tea. She is a lovely woman, you will get along pretty well, I am certain!"

"I'd be honored."

"There is a lot of catching up to do, my Lady," she commented. "I had not seen you in a year."

"Not many remarkable events in my life, but I sure will have thought of one by the time we speak," you complied. "Uh, I was wondering when, and if, I could join Lord Carrington to the Royal Academy of Art."

"Well, that you must converse with him." She smiled and left your room.

You quickly changed your clothes to your nightgown, and fell asleep in less than a minute.

"Bonjour !"

You smiled politely at the woman who greeted you and Lady Carrington. " Bonjour, ça va ?"

"Very well, merci." she replied. "I am afraid we have not been introduced yet. Madame Delacroix, enchantée."

"Lady Y/N Voclain," you nodded slightly. "Êtes-vous française ? Lady Carrington m'a dit."

"Oh, speak in English, dear," Lady Carrington commanded. "Some of us don't speak French."

"Of course, I apologize," you chuckled slightly. "Lady Y/N Voclain, enchanted as well… Lady Carrington told me you were French, Madame, that is what I was asking."

Madame Delacroix just smiled. "Oui, indeed. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"My dearest Lady Y/N of Burgundy, always so modest… She is the daughter of the late Duke of Burgundy," Lady Carrington informed, and you nodded uncomfortably. You did not want people to know about your title during your stay in London, but perhaps it was inevitable. "Her dresses must reflect her greatness."

You approached the table where many colorful fabrics were displayed. "I will have one red that matches the rubies my Grandfather sent from their mines in the Americas, as well as some in different shades of green for the emeralds. Oh, for the ball I will have a white one with gold here and there… I would adore embroidered flowers but not too many, crystals, sequins, your finest silks," you explained everything you wanted in your dresses. "I trust you entirely, Madame. I want them unique, no one else will have the same dress, not even a similar one. I am willing to pay the price. Eight dresses for now, and the urgency is the dress for the ball. Do not disappoint me."

"Bien sûr," she replied with a nod. You raised your eyebrow at the odd pronunciation, but ignored her. "The length of your hair will be a challenge, Lady Y/N."

"Yes. Why did you cut it, dear?"

"Uh… I-" The bell saved you as its sound announced the arrival of a woman and her three daughters, calling for Madame Delacroix.

"I will be right back." she promised, and left you and Lady Carrington alone.

"Lord Carrington agreed to take you to the Academy tomorrow."

You smiled widely, making her curve her lips. "Oh, that is wonderful news, Lady Carrington! I am beyond grateful!"

"He wants your portrait painted, Lady Y/N, so it seems that you will spend many hours there."

"I am eager to!" you exclaimed.

She gave you a look you couldn't quite decipher, but if there was something you recognized in it, it was a threat. "Careful with the artists, Lady Y/N… We would not want you involved with any of them."

"Oh," You frowned. "I- I will not-"

"I know, dear… A lady like you has nothing to do with men like them, you deserve a man of title, with a surname that speaks for himself."

"Can't there be both?" you wondered out loud and she chuckled dryly.

"Those men spend their nights in clubs and brothels, and will certainly not stop doing so after marrying. Poor Lady Goldwyn, married to an artist who had a bastard child before having hers… Never at home, I got lucky with Hugh, but God forbid you stumble upon a similar fate."

You gave her an amused glance. "I know I can make a suitable pick."

"He must be rich, dear, how else will you afford living the life you always have had?" she commented. "A true gentleman, one that respects you and loves you dearly. If he has brothers or sisters it will be ideal, that way you will know he is a man of his family… Oh, Her Majesty, the Queen has a nephew, a prince, she brought to London last season, maybe he is still an eligible bachelor."

"A prince?" you questioned, surprised.

"The Prince of Prussia, my dear. I suppose that is a man worthy of a duke's daughter."

A laugh left your lips. "Do you truly believe that he would be interested in courting me, Lady Carrington?"

"Oh, he most certainly would!"

"Seeing is believing, then." You chuckled.

While you and Lady Carrington were talking, Madame Delacroix's clients struck up a conversation.

"I have never seen that lady before, who is her?" Lady Featherington questioned, seconded by her two daughters.

"Lady Y/N of Burgundy, daughter of the Duke of Burgundy," she replied. "She is French, a relative of the Carringtons."

"Oh, you two should befriend her! The Carrington ball is next week and we have not received our invitation yet."

"You are right, Mama," Prudence agreed. "I will go now."

Both sisters approached you and Lady Carrington, gaining a look full of disdain from the latter.

They introduced themselves, and their mother soon joined.

"We would be delighted to have you this afternoon for tea, Lady Y/N."

"I am afraid there is no empty spot in my schedule for now, but I will make sure to let you know once I am available." you replied after noticing Lady Carrington's discomfort.

"Well then." Lady Featherington nodded, and so did you. Then, she looked at Lady Carrington with a slight smile and disappeared.

"That woman is insufferable!" your godmother yelled.

Then you couldn't contain your laughter.

"Lady Carrington!"

"Oh, Lady Danbury!"

You both stood up as she entered the room, and you greeted her with a smile.

"This is Lady Y/N of Burgundy, she is my guest and Lord Carrington's," Lady Carrington introduced you. "She will stay until she finds a husband!"

You widened your eyes at her explicit purpose. "I- I am not- well, I am, but-"

She laughed. "Oh, dear. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. This woman has not stopped talking about receiving you."

"Enchanted to meet you, Lady Danbury," you finally said, chuckling slightly.

While it is true that you must marry and that your requirements are vast, on this particular visit to London, you are not looking to find a husband. You, however, were planning on doing a thing you clearly should not. An alibi was needed, and that way you could kill two birds with one stone.

"Take a seat, let's wait for the other guests," she commanded and you and Lady Carrington complied. Not many seconds later, three women joined you. "Well, this is Lady Mary and her daughters, Miss Kate Sharma and Miss Edwina Sharma… These are Lady Carrington, as you know, and her guest Lady Y/N of Burgundy."

You smiled. "Enchanted to meet you all."

"Us as well." Miss Kate Sharma answered for her mother and sister.

They took a seat, and soon another woman arrived.

"Lady Bridgerton!" Lady Danbury welcomed her.

"Lady Bridgerton?" You stood up at her mention and excitement painted your features.

Lady Bridgerton raised her eyebrow in confusion. "Yes…?"

"Oh, my bad!" you excused yourself before a happy grin. "Of course you don't remember me, the last time you saw me I was nine years old! Y/N, daughter of the Duke Sébastien of Burgundy."

"Oh, Heavens, look at yourself!" she exclaimed when she realized. "Dear, you have become a wondrous young lady!"

"Do you know each other?" Lady Danbury asked.

"Her late father, the Duke, was great friends with my husband," she replied with a tender smile. "I met her when she was a baby and saw her last about eleven years ago."

You laughed. "Oh, it has been so long, Lady Bridgerton! How are your children?"

"They are all great, Daphne married the Duke of Hastings just last season."

"How thrilling! Congratulations, Lady Bridgerton."

"Thank you, my dear."

"So you know the Bridgertons?" Lady Carrington questioned.

"Only Lady Bridgerton," You smiled. "I have not met her children yet, will you be attending the Carrington Ball next week?"

"Of course we will, especially knowing you will be there."

"I cannot wait, Lady Bridgerton."

"You are always invited to our home, dear. That invitation is still current."

"Many years ago, Lord Bridgerton said to me that I was invited to their home whenever I pleased, but I have yet to make honor of the offering." you explained to the rest of the ladies.

Lady Carrington smiled before interrupting. "So, Lady Y/N traveled from France to be here."

"Was it a long way?" Edwina wondered.

You nodded, taking the cup of tea that was offered. "Yes, it took almost three days to arrive here in London."

"And why did you decide to come?" Lady Danbury asked.

"To find a husband, of course." Lady Carrington announced, and you accidentally spilled your tea all over your dress.

"Dear!"

"Mon Dieu !, I- my apologies, it's-"

Miss Sharma and Miss Edwina were trying hard not to burst out laughing, but it was almost impossible when they noticed Lady Carrington giving you a handful of napkins and scolding you for being so clumsy. Then, as the other women in the room chuckled, they did too and so did you.

When everything was in order, you looked at everyone. "I apologize."

"Do not," Lady Danbury stopped you. "Are you not looking for a husband, then?"

"Uh, yes," you lied, an embarrassed look in your eyes.

"Miss Edwina came from India to find a husband here, dear, do not be ashamed!" Lady Carrington noted. "I was telling her about the Queen's nephew that came the previous season."

"He was a charming young man." Lady Bridgerton mentioned.

"And there are still one or three Bridgertons available to wed." Lady Danbury added, making Lady Bridgerton laugh slightly and the three Sharmas look at each other uncomfortably.

"There is also the new Lord Featherington, he has mines in the Americas, just like your Mama's family."

You nodded. "I shall ask Grandfather about the Featherington mines in my next letter, then… You would not believe the amount of men in Europe swindling the rich, saying they have the most prosperous mines in the Americas while that is the furthest thing from the truth," you mentioned. "My cousin, Lord Voclain, almost made a tremendous investment until I took a look at the jewelry the man gifted him for me. Glass painted green, as if he could cheat my eye."

"And Lord Featherington is engaged to his cousin Prudence." Lady Bridgerton reminded.

Cousins?, dear God.

"Well, he was courting Miss Cowper when that happened, so forgive me for being skeptical."

"It is disgusting nevertheless." you said.

"It is."

"I will be ready to list the eligible bachelors in London at the upcoming ball just for you, Lady Y/N."

You chuckled. "I am not in a hurry to wed, Lady Danbury. I wish to fall in love instead of marrying as if it is my duty."

"Is it not your duty to marry?"

"Technically, it is, yes," you replied to Miss Edwina as her older sister gave her a look. "But my father raised me to know my worth and not marry a man I do not love… He married my mother against his family's wishes, all because they loved each other dearly. That is what he wanted for me."

"He was an amazing man." Lady Bridgerton smiled.

"He was indeed." you agreed, an afflicted grin replacing your smile.

[k-looking-glass-house]

Twst! Cinderella and her step"loving" family

Yayyy I finally finished this one! After so much time since their dance chibi animation...

Anyway... in my twst! lore Cinderella got a loving family, an overprotective stepfather, two little stepsisters a bit jealous but very supportive if anyone badmouth their step big sister!

Let's go much more deeper...

Actually my lore is based on the novel of the Disney!Villain counterpart (Disney multiverse helloooo).

Cinderella lost her parents ruined by some shady traffic, and before the tragic Trein's wife death, she asked him to adopt the daughter of one of her dear childhood friend.

In memory of his wife he adopted the little girl, but gave her cold treatment as she would be unaffectionate and being also cold toward her new family. But he still cared for her and treats her very well.

Unfortunately since little Cinderella got adopted, the shady person who ruined her parents did the same to her stepfamily (money legacy testament hello!!!). They went bankrupt and outcast quickly and feeling deeply sorry for them and also responsable, Cinderella decided to take care of her step family and their house.

They grew up as a strange but loving family, until Cinderella's fairy godmommy stepped in (fairy being a fairy she was late like...8 years late...), Trein refused to let her stepdaughter with an unknow fairy godmother, and the fairy stated that a grumpy man isolating his daughters is no noo nooooo good either!

Eventually the fairy told them about the ball, the prince and so on, and.....chaos wreck among the house, with fangirls screams and running around the table!

Trein refused to let everyone go to the ball since it's dangerous (also being a bit scarred to finally noticed his daughters all grown up) and threw out the fairy with Lucius help.

But seeing the opportunity to go outside, and gathering infos about the shady persons, Cinderella went to the ball with her fairy godmommy's help and Cinderella's story started.

Noticing Cinderella's missing, Trein and his daughters went to the ball to get her back and she greets them while exciting (her stepsisters being half jealous half happy to have her back// Trein suffocating between their hug crush but happy to got her step daughter back)

Bla bla bla Cinderella Disney!story with the shady persons in jail (epic detective story she got her legacy back and bring back Trein's lost reputation). Unfortunatly Trein rejected his stepdaughter as she left them to got married.... breaking both their heart.... As her stepfather left her without any kind words and Trein not wanted to see his daughters leaving...

They eventually reconciliate later as she gave birth to her first child, and so first Trein's grandchildren.

Mozus Trein belongs to Twisted Wonderland

His "cute" 3 daughters concept done by me

[defira85]

Thedas Tuesday

Oh boy this is probably my biggest shot in the dark, because this one is entirely dependent on my existing and expansive canon which has a fairly large departure from Bioware canon and revolves around The Last Court, my beloved, and the fact that Lace (and Varric) represent themselves as being aligned with the Inquisition even though it's entirely possible for the Inquisition to have been disbanded at the end of Trespasser

Luciaane de Serault

If Thedas had the concept of a nepo baby, Luci would probably fit the bill. The only daughter of Marquis Ilaane de Serault, the Huntress of Serault, and heir to the marquisate, Luci is beloved by all in the wild frontier city. Serault has always been a peculiarity, only Orlesian due to the shifting of borders, and their Circle Tower has been the most poorly kept secret in all of Orlais. Magic walks the streets of Serault, not the careful displays of extravaganza one sees in Tevinter but true Wild Magic

Luci has three parents - her mother Ilaane, and her fathers Marcus and Lucien. Marcus is the court bard, and Lucien is Ilaane's cousin, descended from The Shame and branded with the same magic. Lucien (belonging to @tiefighter) is a wild mage, who trained under the tutelage of the Lord of Forest and Song, a great forest god and spirit, and he received a vision of the future Inquisitor Corinne Trevelyan - a fellow wild mage - and felt compelled to join the Inquisition to aid her. Luci was around five or six when he left, and with when she visited Skyhold she became the darling of the Inquisition. Corinne very delightedly became her godmother, or at least the Thedosian equivalent

Several years later, in the late 9:40s, Luci went out into the woods to meet with the Lord of Forest and Song and did not come back that night. It was not terribly unusual for members of the de Serault family called to serve the wild magics to wander off for a day or two, so Ilaane did not panic immediately, but when she was not back several days later they sent out a search party - only to be greeted by a young woman in her mid 20s. For the few days that had passed in Serault, almost fifteen years had passed in the Deepwoods, and Luci was now an adult, powerful and wild and rambunctious.

Technically, Luci's faction is the Inquisition because I assumed that we were getting 7 factions to match 7 companions, but obviously some people have world states where the Inquisition got disbanded and that wouldn't work, so in game she's Shadow Dragons. But she's the heir to Serault, goddaughter of the Inquisitor and Lady of Skyvale Corinne Trevelyan, agent of the Inquisition, and favoured apprentice of an old forest god - like I said, nepo baby supreme

I wrote about Luc and Luci and Ilaane here years ago, on the night Serault learns the Divine has been murdered

[catihere]

"Aelia "Ella" Carissa Jackson-Grace" Clarissa sounded annoyed as she gently placed the baby in Chris's arms. Chris gripped her tightly, trying a little awkwardly to hold her small head. His forehead seemed to be covered with perspiration, the girl was so warm and soft, fragile and for some reason her warmth seemed familiar… "I thought until the last moment that Prissy was joking when he said that he would name the baby after me," Clarissa smiled remembering how she and Percy, absorbing a kilograms of mint ice cream, half jokingly, half seriously went through the middle names for Aelia. Chris was half listening to his girlfriend [the bride-to-be, the velvet box in his pocket was heavy and so pleasant], his attention was completely stroked by Percy's newborn daughter - the folds of the blue department parted to reveal the baby's tiny face. She was angelically pretty and looked like Jason-blonde hair, face shape, nose, lips, but her forehead, chin and cheeks belonged to Percy. Chris wondered what her eyes were like, were they the color of sea waves or electric blue? As if he sensed his question, she opened her eyes and looked at him, Chris froze and he did not know if his face expressed his emotions. The girl's eyes were steel-blue, bright and calm, kind. And so familiar. He saw that look when Kore quickly kissed him on the forehead, covered herself with a veil and ascended into the palanquin. Then Alabaster and Ethan closed the silk curtains and Chris never saw her again. Chris exhaled, warmth spread in his heart and bending down, he pressed his lips to the girl's forehead. Her warmth was familiar and pleasant, the one he occasionally allowed himself to miss. "Bluebell lived a good and long life, she remembered you... she died basking in the sun and I burned her wrapped in your cardigan, the one you gave me for her". The girl cooed as if gratitude, Chris felt tears in his eyes. She really deserved a second life.

I finally gave her a full name :]

Aelia, which has Greek and Latin origin, means "sun", "sunlight", "solar heat". Her sunny name is symbolic and metaphorical - she is the sun of a new, happy and prosperous chapter in the life of her parents.

Carissa - Greek name for "belover" and "grace". It was given to her for two reasons, firstly, Jason and Percy love their daughter so much so that they even show it with her name, secondly, it is consonant with the name Clarissa - Clarissa is her godmother and Percy's close friend.

For her nickname Ella, I chose the meaning storm, and it is given to her in honor of the harpy Ella, because she is useful and valuable. Besides, she is a passionately loving aunt.

By the way, a small spoiler - part of the Delphic oracle is still with Kore/Aelia, she will begin to remember her past life and it will be Chris who will be with her and help her parents.

And you can send me questions about it :) even with small spoilers ;)

@kore-pythia-hayashi

AAAAAHHHH??

AAH?

My heart? My soul? 🥺

The level of detail in this and the word choice is amazing. I’m saying it genuinely. The build-up to Chris realizing that this was his old friend made me squeal and gasp and kick my feet like a little kid. You really are a great writer.

I love the idea of Chris and Clarisse being extremely close to Percy, Jason and their daughter even after all the time that had passed. How did you guess that I’m a sucker for Percy’s and Clarisse’s friendship? You’re in my brain by now, I swear-

I also absolutely love how Chris guides little Aelia as she grows up, mirroring the way Kore aided him in the war days. Their friendship is really special, so much so that it overcame death and fate itself. (Gotta thank Nico and Will for that) I love them so much.

Lastly, I see how much thought you put into choosing a name for her. Aelia Carissa is very meaningful and suits her well. You really love your girl and it shows :) (Are you Jason? Is her father writing this to me? /hj)

I love this AU, and I’d really be interested in finding out more about what happens to Aelia as she grows up, and how Alabaster might have ended up in the meantime how he dealt with grief, with the idea of Kore’s reincarnation being a mere promise to him. Should I message you with my questions, or can I send you asks related to this story?

[thezombieprostitute]

Magic

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty​ this is my third entry for the Bingo card, combining Fairytale AU and Writer’s Choice. Reader is implied fem (”godmother”) but no other descriptors. Warnings: I don’t think this has any, but please let me know if I missed them.

You walk into Alice’s Tea Shop and are greeted with a delightful medley of scents. So many of the newer shops try to downplay or cover up the smells so as not to bother the patrons, but you always felt like it was such a loss to the atmosphere. Maybe it was just your nostalgia for the olden times. Looking around you spot Jefferson in the corner with his daughter, Grace, likely working on some of her homework. Walking to the counter you order a tea with autumnal flavors and then head over to a table to wait for it to arrive. 

“Okay Grace,” you hear Jefferson sigh, “I think it’s time we took a break. We’ve been stuck on this one for a while so maybe walking away from it for a bit will help us out.” Grace eagerly agrees to this and gets up to walk around, heading for the bathroom. When the door closes, Jefferson gets up and makes his way to you.

“Thank you for coming,” he whispers as he sits next to you. “I wasn’t sure there were any of your kind left.”

“There’ll always be at least one Fairy Godmother in the world. It’s in our nature to make sure someone takes care of the children. Now, why did you call for me, Hatter?”

“Don’t call me that,” he pleads, looking around to see if anyone’s heard. “I’m looking for some help for my daughter. I think she’s showing signs of having the magic and I can’t…I don’t want her to.”

“This sounds a bit out of my league, Jefferson. We can control magic, but goodness knows we can’t control who accesses it. Otherwise a lot of things would’ve changed a much longer time ago. Besides, what makes you think she even has magic?”

“Little things,” he began. “Little things that add up to her being like the princesses in the stories.”

You chuckle a bit, “and you’re sure that isn’t a bit of bias from being her father?”

“Spend some time with her, and we’ll go from there.”

Grace comes out of the bathroom and spots the two of you talking. “Papa,” she asks, “who are you talking to? Can I join?” You smile your approval to Jefferson to let her come over.

“Grace, this is a very old friend of mine, Y/N. Y/N, this is my daughter, Grace.”

“How old of a friend,” Grace asks. “I’ve never heard you talk about her before.”

Jefferson smiles, “last time she and I talked I hadn’t even met your mother yet.” Grace gasps as she contemplates how long ago this must’ve been and your smile gets a little bigger.

“It’s true,” you confirm. “But sometimes that’s just how life works, or doesn’t work. As the case may be.”

“So why are you here, now?”

“Work. I tend to travel a lot for my job. I help children around the world,” you tell her. “Once upon a time, your father helped me out. Then he met your mother, fell in love, and you know the rest.”

Grace smiled and giggled, “yeah. Papa tells me about Mama quite a bit.” 

The barista brings over your tea and three cups along with it. You look at Grace and ask, “would you and your Papa be willing to join me?” 

“Yes, please! Let me go get my homework and we can sit over here.” Before Jefferson can argue she’s off to the other side of the shop, gathering up their belongings and running back over. You chuckle at her eagerness and begin pouring tea for everyone.

“You definitely raised her well, Jefferson. She’s confident, lively. She feels safe and she knows she’s loved. Well done.”

“Very high praise coming from a Godmother. Thank you.”

You spend the afternoon at the shop enjoying your conversation with Grace, even helping her with her homework, all the while watching for the telltale signs of magic. You find yourself agreeing with most of Jefferson’s assessment: there is magic, but it isn’t Princess magic. The next time she goes to the bathroom, you put on a serious face.

“She’s not a Princess, in the Fairy Tale sense.”

“But you did sense magic, yes?”

“It’s faint, but it’s there. She’s got Jumper magic.” 

Jefferson turns pale, eyes wide, he shakes his head repeating, “no, no, no.”

In your calmest voice you tell him, “she’ll never be a full Jumper, I can promise you that. If she gets together with someone who also has access to magic, your grandchild might be a Jumper. But Grace doesn’t have that much..”

“But it’s still magic and it has to be used or…” 

“I know, and she’s been unintentionally using the little magic she has. The Princess abilities you thought you were seeing were actually Jumper abilities. Harmful insects get jumped to other realms. Candies and goodies get jumped into this one. Right now it’s very uncontrolled, but it’s not too dangerous since it’s being used.”

“I don’t think this is something we can just leave alone, though.”

“It isn’t. Left alone it could easily cause something bad to be jumped into this world. Not to mention we don’t know how many invasive species of insect she’s accidentally let loose into other worlds.”

“Is there something, anything I can do?” 

“You, not so much. Me, yes, and I’ll get right on it. I’m gonna make her a Luck Charm. It’ll direct her magic and keep it in-world.”

Jefferson appears relieved and when Grace returns you make sure to turn the conversation towards her favorite colors, animals, dreams, all the things that you can incorporate into the charm to make sure she wears it and it attunes to her. It isn’t until Grace starts yawning that you and Jefferson check the time.

“Well,” Jefferson exclaims, “it looks like you got to stay up way past your bedtime! We should get you home.”

Grace nods in agreement but looks at you and asks, “can I see you again? You’re fun to talk with.”

You smile and assure her you’ll see her tomorrow or the day after at the latest as you still have work to do. She gives you a big hug before you all leave the tea shop. True to your word, the next day you visit the pair and you give Grace a necklace with many jewels set to direct her magic and keep her safe. And the amulet, that converted her magic to Luck, was a gold bunny, looking into the night sky. 

You said your goodbyes, gave your hugs, and went on to the next child in need.

[littlebunnywitch]

Drizella Headcanons

🟢 💚 🟢 - 💚 🍀 💚 - 🟢 💚 🟢

(I made the Drizella Gif myself <3)

So one of my kins is Drizella - my HC will stem from All 3 Cinderella movies and The Wicked Ones by Robin Benway and just personal preference and thoughts too.

DRIZELLA BASIC HEADCANONS

Drizella and Anastasia don't share the same father. Drizella is a year or two older then Cinderella but Anastasia is a year or two younger then Cinderella.

Anastasia looks just like their mother when she was younger, while Drizella looks just like her father much to her mother's dislike. This lead to Lady Tremaine to favor her youngest daughter often making comments that she was the pretty sister

Her birth name was Ella but it was legally changed when her mother married Cinderella's Father (Richard) since the man didn't want his daughter and Drizella both to be named Ella since she had just lost her mother he didn't think it would be fair for his daughter to have to change her name. Richard suggested Drizella because she reminded him of a freezing drizzle due to the girl's cold and quiet nature.

Drizella had a really rough relationship with Richard. She felt that the man was always comparing her to Cinderella and how much better she was to her. He was good with Anastasia though allowing Ana and Cinderella to have a closer relationship then Drizella could.

She developed a fondness at a young age for reading. Often using books to escape reality. A hobby that her mother didn't approve of since she felt that it had no value for getting a high quality husband.

She grew a short term relationship with a older widowed female scientist/scholar she met by chance one day when her Vocal Teacher (who was trying and failing at training her to sing better) was late; Madame Lambert. She was kind to Drizella when she needed someone in her life, Drizella almost moved away with the woman to become her assistant but it didn’t work out. Her mother found out her plans to runaway with the woman - and her mother gave her a choose. If she left with Madame Lambert she would report the woman for grooming her daughter and claim she witness the woman being indecent with Drizella or she could stay and Madame Lambert would be able to go and teach without any issues. Drizella choose to stay. It was during her grief at loosing the first person she ever felt cared and loved her where she ended up throwing a fit with Cinderella and she rubbed in the girl's face about her dirty status and gave her the name Cinderella. After all it had been her father who renamed her.

She took over most of the work when Cinderella married the Prince due to Anastasia's habit of daydreaming and higher belief in falling in love and marrying falling in line with their mother's desire to marry them off. Which is likely why when her younger sister found the fairy godmother's wand - Her mother decided to make Anastasia the one the prince fell in love with. Ana ended up helping Cinderella marry the Prince again. After that Anastasia was disowned by their mother but Cinderella took her in and the two lived in the castle together.

She choose to stay behind and take care of her aging mother as the oldest daughter she felt like it was her responsibility. Cinderella allowed them to stay living in the Château even though it rightfully belonged to her. As she tried to keep the home livable and food on the table - she found that her new reputation as Princess Cinderella (and a year after the marriage Queen Cinderella)'s ugly wicked stepsister made getting a job hard. So she taken to makes things like clothes, toys, paintings, and other little knickknacks to sell or trade in town with for the things they can’t grow around the Château. While dealing with her mother's abusive nature worsening.

Drizella is half Pooka (her bio father was a Pooka) and over time she developed her more animal-like traits including Pointed elf like ears, clawed paws replacing her feet, and prehensile tail.

4 years after having no connect with either sister. Cinderella and Anastasia attempts to create a new bond with Drizella who is a bit more stand offish and has a preference to being alone from everyone.

Drizella has rather low self-esteem and accepting of other's view of her being the unredeemable wicked ugly step sister. She believes that she is unlovable and feels like that is why shes never fallen in love with anyone (Shes asexual). While she still has a bit of a temper is prone to biting her tongue and taking the abuse from her mother or the village people not wanting to deal with the negative reactions of if she where to snap back. However she sometimes does has a hard time holding back her tantrums and will storm off to not throw a fit in front of others

DRIZELLA AGERE HEADCANONS

Drizella is premaregressior of 10 - 12 year old / Trauma Regressor age range of 3 to 6 year old

Has a preference to flee into the forest near her house when little

Love flowers, and playing in the creek

She makes her own toys including a stuffed Dandy-Lion. But she also sells wooden and knitted toys to make a bit of money to help keep herself and her mother afloat.

Is rather independent as a little but if shes comfortable around a cg (Cinderella or Maleficent is honestly my preferred CG for Drizella)she can be rather bratty and likes to push buttons.

She's most likely to regress after a fight with her mom or a bad trip to the village.

Deals with selective mutism both in and out of headspace - she will growl if non verbal to communicate displeasure or purr when please.

Is more likely to make a mess trying to do something herself then ask for help.

Can be rather immodest at times preferring to wear lighter clothes due to her enjoyment of spending times in the forest or playing in creeks.

Will bite if you try to touch her ears or tail.

SOME DRIZELLA ART

The way I draw Drizella's hair does vary sometimes do it as poofy curls, other times its done as ringlets. I like to believe its dependent on if her hair was in curlers or left to curl naturally.

DANDY-LION THE DANDELION LION

[adrianasunderworld]

Twst Fae houses

inspired by @writing-heiress post about headcanons for fae in twst.

These are simply my own personal headcanon for ocs and characters related to them.

@marrondrawsalot @mangacupcake

The Crowley Clan

An old and highly respected family of bird fae. Though the ancient kingdom they once hailed from is long gone, the clan remains. The members of the family are deeply distrustful of one another and adhere to various strict rules of behavior and tradition. There are many branches of the Crowleys, though the title of head of the clan currently belongs to one Dreadful Crowley. A role she inherited after the untimely death of her younger brother and his wife, leaving only their son Dire. Unlike many other noble houses, the Crowley head title is not strictly passed by birth order or even legitimacy. The most powerful of the family heads offspring is named heir, though this can be challenged by any relative in a magic duel to prove who is the more powerful mage. As his parents only child, Dire should have inherited it , especially when he showed abilities that long surpassed his aunt. However he cut off contact with most of the family and never claimed his inheritance.

Current notable members:

Dreadful "Dread" Crowley- current head of the clan

Despair Crowley- Dreads younger sister, is often viewed as her right hand woman

Dour Crowley- Dreadfuls eldest son and current heir

Dismal Crowley- Dreadfuls second son

Dreary Crowley- Dreads youngest child and only daughter

Dire Crowley- former heir and currently cut off from the family

The Cristalerías

One of the most well respected and well known fae families in Twisted Wonderland. The Cristalerías are strictly matrilineal, their family wand only passing to daughters to carry on the tradition of being Fairy Godmothers. That is mostly due to the fact that Godmothers very rarely ,if ever, birth sons. The former matriarch of the family is most famous for the story of how she turned a scullery maid into a princess and later founding a prestigious school for girls that still runs today as one of the oldest in Twisted Wonderland. Due this long history, many royal and noble families have a good relationship with them or some even consider themselves indebted to the Cristalerías for their good fortune. Now Jane, is technically the new matriarch, often invited by royalty to bless children and maintain relations. While her daughter Clara runs the school founded by her grandmother, and thus in the public eye far more, so often she is looked at to represent them instead.

Current notable members:

Marvella Cristalería- The former head of the family who has since retired

Jane Cristalería- Marvellas daughter and acting family head

Clara Cristalería- Janes daughter and right hand to her mother

The House of Drake

One of Briar Valleys oldest noble houses. The Drakes have been intertwined with the royal family for as long as the Draconia have been in power and have roots that can be traced from even before that. A family of mostly dragon fae, primarily water dragons, though fire breathers and other species of fae can be found among them. Like the current heads wife, who is a water fairy. Supposedly their ancient ancestor and founder of their house was a dragon that had fallen in love with a water nymph. Legend says they met when she crawled through a well from another world. The Drakes are a proud family that cares a great deal about upholding tradition. Which is why it caused quite a stir when the current Lord Drake's eldest son wed a human, resulting in a half human daughter.

Current notable members:

Fontus Drake- the current Lord Drake and family head

Naia Drake- Fontus wife, the current Lady Drake

River Drake- the current family heir

Nyla Drake-Rivers only daughter and heir

[marciabrady]

The Signs as Moments from Cinderella (1950) ARIES: Lucifer skirting Gus's attempt to beeline to Cinderella's room with the key to her escape by trapping him under a teacup and laughing gleefully. Petty! TAURUS: The Fairy Godmother zaps Lucifer with her magic, chasing him away. Cinderella remarks, "Poor Lucifer," only for the Fairy Godmother to clapback: "Serves him right, I'd say." GEMINI: Lady Tremaine reprimanding her WILD daughters, preaching: "Remember, above all, self-control," before hearing Cinderella knock on the door and subsequently slamming the piano keys with full force and no chill. "YES?!" CANCER: Anastasia frantically calling for her mother and running about in the hallway, bare-foot, in her magenta nightdress after finding a harmless mouse in her teacup. "Mothah, mothah- MOTHAHHH!!!" LEO: Cinderella making Lady Tremaine fall back by pulling a reverse uno and revealing her glass slipper, which she kept as a secret until that moment. Sometimes you have to be the drama. VIRGO: The exasperation Lady Tremaine feels when plainly explaining the King's plot to trap his son into marriage with the girl who fits the slipper and Drizella and Anastasia, half-asleep, still aren't following...after Lady Tremaine, at her age, woke up hours before they did, traveled to the castle gates to read the notice, and got all the tea from the neighbors. She's of half a mind to smack them upside the night-cap with the broken crockery Cinderella just dropped. LIBRA: When Cinderella tells Bruno that everyone should try to get along and see the good in each other, but she fails to find a redeeming quality about Lucifer. Oop! SCORPIO: The way Cinderella had the entire kingdom in a chokehold without even trying and everyone's eyes were on her, but seconds later she vanished into thin air and they weren't even sure what her name was, how to find her, or which kingdom she came from. The Grand Duke was sputtering: "Mademoiselle! Senorita!" because he didn't even know which language she spoke. SAGITTARIUS: Jaq and Gus going toes with Lucifer for the left-over, tossed away items the Stepsisters are no longer interested in for pieces they can incorporate into Cinderella's party dress. Well-meaning, but honestly, what were they thinking??? But, also, THEY DID THAT. CAPRICORN: The absolutely chaotic energy the Stepsisters have when trying on the glass slipper, knowing it doesn't belong to them. Anastasia claiming the slipper must've shrunk because she spent all night dancing in it and glass shoes aren't built to last. Drizella feigning an old-money accent when seeing the shoe that she's never worn a day in her sorry life: "Why that's my slip-per!" AQUARIUS: Prince Charming refusing to date anyone seriously, to the point where the King has to throw a ball in his honor, announce and plan it the day of, and literally bring every single woman in the kingdom for the slightest chance it'll lead to something. PISCES: Lucifer, hearing Cinderella's voice beckoning him to wake up, but choosing to stay in his ribbon-encrusted kitty bed instead. When he finally does choose to come, he takes his sweet time getting over, making sure to stretch and aggressively yawn.

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

what do we know about anais deshorties and robespierre?

Very little I would say. We know Anaïs was the daughter of Robert-François Deshorties, merchant and royal notary in Arras, and his wife Marie Jeanne Joseph Lenglet (1726-1770). On January 7 1776, six years after his wife’s death, Deshorties got remarried to Robespierre’s paternal aunt Eulalie de Robespierre, making Anaïs and Maximilien step-cousins. The only really serious source we have for the two being a thing is Charlotte Robespierre’s memoirs (1834):

My brother’s amiability with women captivated their affection. Some of them, I believe, felt more than an ordinary sentiment for him. One among others, Mademoiselle Deshorties, loved him, and was loved in return. The father of this young person had taken for his second wife one of our aunts; from his first marriage he had two sons and three daughters. When my brother was elected deputy to the Estates-General, he had courted Mademoiselle Deshorties for two or three years. Many times already the question of marriage had come up, and very probably Maximilien would have married her, if the suffrage of his fellow citizens had not removed him from the sweetness of private life and thrown him into a career in politics. Mademoiselle Deshorties, who had sworn to him that she would ever belong only to him, took no account of this oath, and, during the session of the Constituent Assembly, gave her hand to another. My brother learned of this betrayal only upon his return to Arras, after the closing of the Assembly; he was very grievously affected. 

In his Robespierre and the women he loved (1913), Hector Fleischmann also writes the following about it, though I don’t know how much of it should really be trusted:

One of Maximilien’s aunts, Marie-Eleonore-Eulalie, who, as we have seen, signed as godmother the baptismal certificate of Augustin Robespierre, married a widower, Robert Deshorties, notary of Arras. Besides a certain fortune, the notary brought his young second wife the charge of a little girl named Anaïs, of two other girls, and of a son. Anaïs, it appears, was specially loved by her stepmother, and as she grew up ”was dowered with all the grace and seductive attractions of youth." Maximilien was a frequent visitor at Mme. Deshorties', and it was not long before the inevitable idyll with Anaïs came about. According to Charlotte, he loved and was loved by her, but according to the police reportunearthed by M. Peuchet, Anaïs was a precious little jade. In speaking of the madrigals sent by Robespierre to the young girl, the informer adds: ”But the sly little Franc-comtoise puss received them on all sides." What does this mean ? Well, the end of the report tells us: "The pomp displayed by her parents in order to entice to their house the deputies of the States-General, had, I imagine, something to do with the hopes she now and again gave to this timid and jealous gallant [Robespierre]. He fell into the trap, and introduced into this family, who were playing with him, gallants more cunning than himself, who carried on an active campaign of glances, with whom there was an exchange of love-letters. The little lady was in the seventh heaven. He affected a reserve with this beautiful child, in order, perhaps, that the other guests might imitate him; but he must have begun to see his silly mistake. Several balls were given, but I never saw him dancing. The lovers managed to surround Robespierre by skilful colleagues, who won his heart by flattery. Between love and vanity, he resembled Buridan's donkey." Dare we say it? This police report appears to us very suspect. It is difficult to see what interest the royalist police could have in 1789 or 1790 in spying upon Robespierre and the Deshorties' drawing-room. But since all means of checking it is impossible, one can but quote the passage with all necessary caution. There is one thing which seems to confirm it — that is, that Robespierre did not marry Mlle Anaïs Deshorties. This does not mean that the question of marriage was not discussed. Charlotte says that it was spoken of various times, but that it did not take place, because Maximilien was torn "from the sweetness of private life” by his election to the States-General. Anaïs had, of course, sworn eternal love and fidelity to the young barrister, which no doubt is the reason why she hastened to marry, during the session of the Constituante, one of Robespierre's friends, the barrister Leduc. The young man, his sister tells us, was greatly pained at the news; but M. Hamel formally contradicts this evidence, and declares no promise of marriage was ever given. He declares that this information is taken from a source as authentic as that of Charlotte's, but until some conclusive evidence is published the question must remain in abeyance.

Sidenote, but I don’t really know where the idea that Anaïs was called just Anaïs comes from (as seen above, Charlotte gives no firstname for her). If we check the family grave [1] of the Leduc (Leducq) guy Fleischmann says she married, we find one Léandre Leducq (1768-1813) who married a Marie-Catherine Deshorties (1767-1847), as well as a Pierre-Louis-Augustin Leducq who married a Marie-Louise-Constance Deshorties (I suppose these four were a pair of brothers and sisters). The son of Marie-Catherine (born 1796) and the daugther of Marie-Louise (born 1798) then got married in their turn... @robespapier you said here that it’s Marie-Catherine who is Anaïs, so perhaps you know more?

[1]https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sépulture_de_la_famille_LEDUCQ_d’Arras_–_Cimetière_Montmartre_01.jpg

[aisururuby]

"______" are you- Part 2

Here's part 2! Hope you guys enjoy it.

“Your family’s trademark is golden blonde hair? How does that make sense?”

Arhen just shrugs, “How would we know?” Earlier they thought it would be best to talk at night while everyone is asleep. After All, they didn’t want their caretakers to worry about what they were up to. Arhen pondered on what to do next. They finally left Derolina castle with So-woon’s help, now living in a villa that belongs to the imperial family of another empire, and met someone who’s like him and Sun-Hi. But how long will that last? He wants to believe that they’ll be safe here but he’s aware of Claude’s presence. At some point, they’re gonna encounter if they’re going to hang around his children. Especially his oldest child, Athanasia. If he discovers them, will he send them back to Yuriana? Hold them captive? Or have they killed?

“Geon? You still there?” Arhen snapped out of his thoughts and noticed Athanasia and Arienne looking at him curiously. “Yeah, I’m fine . . . . .just thinking.” Said Arhen. “Right . . . . . . if you’re getting tired we can continue this tomorrow.” Said Athanasia. “No, I'm not tired, I can keep going.” Said Arienne. ‘Are you sure okay? You’ve been spacing out since we got here.’ ‘I’m sure. There’s a lot on my mind right now, okay?’

“If you say so. . . . .Hey, so that lady who came after you and that kid are your aunt and older sister?” Athanasia tries to change the mood. “Aunt Eden and Verbena? They’re the only family we actually have. We hadn’t met our grandparents yet,” said Arhen. “Auntie wanted to take us to their home but she didn’t have enough money for all of us to go.” Said Arienne. “Well you live here now so maybe mama can help with that?” Said Athanasia. “Maybe but there is also a chance she’d say no.” Said Arienne.

“Oh maybe I can ask if you can come to Siodonna with us in two months?” Said Athanasia. Siodonna? Isn’t that where her mother, Diana, is from? “Siodonna? Are you going on vacation?” Said Arienne. ‘Come on, Sun-Hi. Vacation? We talked about grandparents.’ “You’re going to meet your mom’s family?” Said Arhen. “Yep! Since I was born, my mom has been taking me to see Diana’s family for three months for a week and a half. Apparently she did it in honor of Diana since she wasn’t able to inform her family about her pregnancy with me.” Athanasia said thoughtfully. “I didn’t know she went THAT far. The novel only said that the two were close.” Arhen said in surprise.

“Yeah I heard from one of my siblings’ mom, that Diana asked Selena if she could be my godmother. I think she knew there was a possibility Claude wouldn’t take care of me.” Said Athanasia. Yawn “Oh that nice of her.” Arienne. “Tired already, Sun-Hi?” Said Arhen. “Give me a break, Geon. It's late.” Arienne whined. Sigh Okay we should go to sleep now. Come we pick this up tomorrow, Jihye?” Said Arhen. They agreed they could call each other by their past names but only in private so they would forget part of themselves. Arhen wanted to try calling Athanasia, “Jihye”, to get used to it.

“Sure I’m up for it” Replied Athanasia. The twins got out of Athanasia’s bed covers and walked to their beds. Once they got in bed, they instantly fell asleep however Athanasia stayed awake. Sign I wonder if “__” has been born yet?”

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“I would like to name him Ambrosia.”

“Ambrosia? I think it’s a good name for the little prince, Your majesty”

Ten months ago in Obelia, Emperor Claude finally married after two years of nobles pestering him with the addition of Felix's input. Claude has been emperor for 2-3 years and yet he has not gotten married during that time and for unknown reasons his concubines were dismissed. This proves to be a problem as there is no known heir. But Claude craved in and married the second daughter to a marquess, Avrora. Claude never loved Avrora and made it clear she’s only there solely to bear a son. A month after their wedding, Avrora is confirmed to be with child.

“That brother of mine! Really, he could have at least shown up for his son’s birth!” Said a woman with straight pink hair and black jeweled eyes.

“It’s alright, Your highness. I'm used to this behavior from his majesty.” Said Avrora. “It’s not okay, Your majesty. This is extremely disrespectful towards you! You’re his WIFE for crying out.” Shouted the woman.

“Don’t be too loud, your highness. You could wake Ambrosia.” Avrora Hushed the woman. “Well don’t worry, your majesty. Sofia went to fetch Callista however I was unable to reach Dimitri. It seems he won’t be back to the palace until next month. Claude sent him to Huale to handle some affairs for him.” “And of her highness, Selena?” “She’ll be here in a few days. She is far from the capital, remember?”

“. . . . . Yes ""is something wrong, your majesty?”

“Your highness, can I ask you something?” Asked Avrora. The woman looked at her puzzled but answered regardless, “What’s your question, your majesty?” Said the woman. “When I fell pregnant, I started to hear rumors about the ruby palace. Can you confirm them for me?”

[dragbunart]

Alastor's greatest treasure. His little fawn

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No one had seen the Radio Demon so soft. He held the miracle that was his daughter. Elainwy. Named after his mother Elain. Just in case her powers were similar to her mother's, Elainwy was given a nickname to go by. 'Annie' from the end part of her name but also as a small joke from her mother.

Alastor loved his daughter. She was so tiny and delicate, that he could hardly believe he was a part of her creation.

He could finally understand Lucifer's devotion to Charlie. More than Anything, he'd be there for the child.

"Allie, Rosie's here to see the baby." Fiadh smiled. "Lots of presents too."

"Right!" He adjusted the blankets swaddling the child. "Come along, Annie! You're Auntie Rosie will have my head if I delay your introduction any longer." He took the child out from her nursery down to the Lobby, where it looked like Rosie had moved half of her belongings.

"Alastor, you rude thing, where is the lady of the hour?" Rosie teased, hands on her hips.

"Careful-" He started. Rosie quickly stole the child from her father's arms.

"My! My! Look at you!" Rosie cooed. Fiadh had to calm Alastor down from growling at his close friend. "What's her name?"

"Annie, like the Broadway character."

"Doesn't her Auntie get to know her true name?" Rosie pouted.

"Don't push it Rosie." Alastor teased. Rosie rolled her eyes.

"Fae, tell him as Annie's Godmother and Future Governess I have a right to know."

"The more time you waste arguing with Al, the less time you have with Annie before my father arrives to spoil his granddaughter."

[leleny]

Some Elaine and Yuno's relationship headcanons:

• I feel like the pet names he would use are dear/darling/my love

• I really can't see him call Elaine "baby girl"

• But if he does that

• Elaine would faint instantly

• He's not into PDA much

• But If someone hits on her

• Ohhh, he will show them who she belongs to

• Of course if someone hits on him he would show them that he belongs to Elaine as well

• They belong to each other after all

• How romantic

• He is a total gentleman

• Elaine is cold? He will lend her his jacket

• Stepping out of the carriage? Not until he opens the door for her

• Elaine has cream on her cheek after eating cake? He will clean it for her

• With his finger that he will lick the cream off afterwards, Elaine will faint instantly again

• He will be so good at flirting without trying or even realising it

• Maybe he will realise it at some point

• Untill then he will see Elaine fainting on him without knowing the reason

• He will say something like "Not as beautiful as you" after she compliments him

• I tell you, that girl will feel so special

• I don't see him giving extravagant gifts

• But instead something useful or meaningful

• Like a new grimoire holder after hers broke

• Or a ring for their anniversary

• Not very luxurious tho

• That one will come later

• And when Elaine is sick?

• As per my headcanon, based off the fact that he has many siblings and helped at the church, he should know how to cook/clean/take care of people

• Said this, he will cook soup, clean her room for her, and take care of her until she feel better

• He won't help her change tho

• He'll let Mimosa do it

• They haven't reached that type of relationship yet

• You must have realised that he is husband material by now, right?

• Their marriage will probably be the most fabulous of the century

• But despite being one of the most beautiful marriage it won't have many people attending

• Just the people they consider special

• Aka their families and the magic knights

• That is still a lot...

• Anyway

• When they are married I don't think it will change much in their relationship

• They already acted like a married couple

• Maybe what will change is that they will have a house of their own now

• Even tho they already lived together in the Golden Dawn base

• So they're already used to being domestic

• Maybe they will show off their partner more?

• Like "We are finally married! Wo oh!"

• That is totally Elaine

• When she is alone tho

• She is too embarrassed to say something like that in front of other people

• Showing off the ring is a different story

• But if Yuno hears her say that?

• He will tease her non stop

• That guy will definitely tease her with a smirk on his face

• The teasing existed even before the marriage

• Even before they were dating actually

• He always teased her for being clumsy

• Mimosa found that interesting

• Speaking of Mimosa...

• She will be their first supporter

• Or shipper

• Helping Elaine with outfits for their dates

• Yuno never noticed the difference in her outfits

• He is oblivious to fashion

• But he will notice if she will cut her hair

• Anyway

• We were talking about Mimosa

• So...

• She will throw hints at Yuno like "Isn't Elaine cute today?" or "You two train together a lot"

• He will respond with "Mmh" and " Yeah"

• That is before they started dating

• After that he will respond the same way

• But with a smile on his face

• Mimosa will also be one of the bridesmaids at their wedding

• And their daughter's godmother

• Yeah, they will have a daughter

• Her name will be Celeste

• I don't make the rules

• She will have black hair and blue eyes

• Such a beautiful baby

• She took from her father after all

• And her mother eyes

• Such a good combination

• IDK I'm being delusional

• So this is the end of my rambling...

• God that was long

• I won't tell how they got together and the marriage proposal for a reason

• If I convice myself to do that damned fan comic you will see

• Anyway...

• Bye!

[writer1queenjaysblog]

Rescue of the princess

My oc Jada!!!

Custody battle royal! Inspired by my fav @sanyu-thewitch05 after reading her amazing work Custody war and so I decided my make my own 😁

Night Raven College vs Royal sword!!

I've been thinking about this for so long! Now I get to do it!

Ok so after Jada and Grim leave NRC after she wasn't taken care of properly so Royal sword step in and things get crazy 🤣🫶🏾.

Jada was special to everyone. But sometimes people don't always take note of small signs that someone is struggling. Ramshackle dorm was old and well...a shack with friendly ghost and no heat, no hot water, questionable color of water, no food and that caused Jada to hide it.

Grim couldn't take it much longer seeing his female human being sick from time to time due to no heating in the place. It was another day and Jada was getting over her cold but after the overblot of Ida she's been under more stress yet by the grace of the Great sevens passed her tests and exams wonderfully but it took a toll on her.

"Jada is coming to eat lunch with me!" Said Ace "We're eating lunch at the same time!" Said Deuce back.

"Guys..stop..." She said before falling back fainting Jack caught her in time Ruggie and Leona ran to her as Vil check her breathing "Rook get the nurse!" He said.

Jada's pov

It was dark. Cold..no warm it was all of sudden warm and I heard crying and talking I felt something furry on me.

I opened my eyes to see the nurse room lights and Grim on me he was crying I raise my hand to pet him he noticed me move "Guys she's awake!"

Everyone looked at me "Jada oh thank the Great sevens above your alright!"

Said her father Crowley he adopted her when she was little basically a new born baby. She gets dreams about it a man wearing a blue wizard outfit and holding her looking at her smiling, then she was in a pink room with Aurora 3 godmothers dolls above her playing a melody.

"Dad? What happened?" "You fainted at lunch and Rook got the nurse and me and we saw you on the floor."

"Are you ok? Did you hurt your head?"

Said sam worried "No Jack caught me." "Great that's great." Said Crowley as he pat him on the back for helping his daughter.

The next day no one pov

It was so cold that Jada made a fire in the fireplace after cleaning it the ghosts tell her it's not safe or good for her health but her dad wanted ramshackle to be used for once so she agreed to take it but she didn't want to she had to. her dad had dorms run and that was Incase more students show and some are filled they would go there and he could make money off it.

She repaired what she could and what she couldn't needed tools and paint that was a bit expensive so knowing her cheap dad she didn't ask him for it since he gave excuses why he couldn't get it right now.

Neige from Royal sword came by to visit and it didn't go well he visited Jada in ramshackle seeing how old and feeling how cold it was and he asked "Doesn't the head master know this needs fixing?" "Yeah but he's busy with more important things plus while he was gone I basically took over and dealt with not 1 but 6 overblots, 5 dorm leaders, 1 vice went overblot."

He looked worried for her.

"Oh and ha can't forget almost dying 4 times in a row." She laughed before her laughter turned into crying while she was still smiling "I..I tried to help my dad by helping people so they wouldn't overblot..and I made it worse!" She cried and he hugged her "I'm tired of fighting for my life every single day I wake up and dealing with the weight of this school on my shoulders alone!"

"I graduated from here already and I still feel like a overwhelmed student..well woman actually."

Neige picked up her head having her tear stained face looking at him "No lady as yourself deserves this.. no lady should have to go through this!"

He gets up and take out his phone "W-what are you doing?" "Calling for reinforcements and back up you and your cat pack your belongings."

Grim went and go his little back "Why?" She asked "Because your leaving this place and your going to be treated right."

After she packed her things and Grim did too Neige takes her hand as she and Grim walked to the entrance of Night Raven College only to be stopped "And where do you think your going with my apple blossom?!"

Said Vil drawing attention everyone stopped in their tracks realizing that a Royal Sword student was on school grounds.

"Eh? Who do you think you are coming here takin our shrimp?" Said Floyd

"I'm taking her somewhere safe and secure unlike this place!" "What are you talking about?" "She's not safe or happy here that shack she and her cat is living in isn't safe for them so I under command am taking her to Royal sword where she'd be safe!"

"And who gave you that authority!?" Said Crowley angry "I did." Said a voice is what head master Ambrose with the other students standing there and some drew out swords in defense of Neige and Jada and Grim "Back away and no one gets hurt!" They said together.

"Guys no no fighting please-!" She tipped over "Jada!" Said Neige catching her "Are you ok?!" "I.. I'm tired Grim..so hungry." "What is she talking about?" Said Crowley.

"She hasn't eaten in days weeks even she told me there was barely food and drinkable water and water to bathe in ramshackle!" "And that Crowley is why I'm here from this day forward Jada will be living in Royal Sword I'm taking my daughter back."

[a-wild-things-rambles]

what if i was a human and turned into a spirit of vengeance not by dying and coming back wrong but staying alive and having so many deaths of the spirit that one day i looked in the mirror and there was just a ghost. what if i made myself into a monster and an entity for other people. left my humanity behind to protect others. what if you loved me when i was human and now i cant be yours cause i belong to everyone who believes in me and more. what if i was the monster in the night that protected you. what if i was the monster of the monsters. what if i remade myself as a nightmare. what if you still let me hold your child and named me her godmother. what if i tried so hard to stop all the evil but forgot to watch my back and was betrayed by a fellow monster i called a friend. what if he locked me away. what if you still told your daughter about her godmother. what if you watched as i saved everyone. watched as my power grew and i helped people even bound as i was. what if your child had eyes that saw to much. what if she was the wolves save someone and cried because her godmother would save all the little girls but not her mother from heartbreak. what if you found love. what if 500 years later your still around and i crawl out of the grave and beg in your doorway. would you still love me? would your forgive me?

the sleeping lady