#it's so funny!! I was watching the show unreal when I wrote this! I'm close to finishing it so I'm excited!!

[loveofcharacters]

If there was anything she hated most, was how well Chase knew her and could somehow read her mind. Wren watched the suitor smile and laugh with one of the cast members. Feeling Chase this close always activated something inside her, she often swallowed it down, since every time she gives into that feeling it gets one of them into trouble, or both. "It's good TV and you know it." it may cross a line or two, but it needed to be done. Her assistant had run off set to pick up the 'the one that got away' ex-boyfriend of the girl who was sitting across from their suitor. "She's not the main wifey, and if she's truly wanting Tristan then she'll stay. It's a win-win and you know it. You just didn't have the balls to do it." She insulted as she attempted to walk away from him hoping she could get herself out of a lecture.

Arms folded in front of his chest, one hand holding paper cup with lukewarm coffee in one hand, Chase stood next to her, while she sat in front of the monitors. He didn’t need to be here but as co-producer he liked to keep an eye on things. And right now it seemed that it was more important to keep an eye on her. Gwen seemed particularly nervous tonight.

Chase frowned at her words. “You tell me. The fuck is going on with you today?”

He leaned down, bringing their faces close, both looking at monitors. – If anyone came by, they'd think the two were just discussing the on screen events. He whispered even though no one was close enough to hear them; her assistant had left to run an errand five minutes ago.

“Is this about Taylor? Don’t tell me you made that call…”

[tielesiti-eftu]

hey so remember when I posted a while back about stealing a character design from AI slop

this is Celia Whiterose and the art was somehow one of the last things I made in the process of making her. in between making the art, I wrote a fuckload of lore and character info. gonna paste a bunch of it under the cut

✨~haiiiiiii~✨

okay so. the lore I'm working with right now is that Celia used to be the Proper Actual Queen of Hearts in her Wonderland. aesthetics-wise for that Wonderland, I'm picturing a vibe like a mix of the Disney movie and the Tim Burton movie because Lol™. this Wonderland exists alongside a so-called "real" world, otherwise known as Fantasy Earth, and humans aren't able to see an entrance to Wonderland unless someone from Wonderland goes through it. the only Wonderland citizens that are able to go between the worlds freely are the royal family and anyone with one of their pocket watches. Celia, being The Queen, qualifies for that. she ran away into the real world after a mass breakout of a curse-disease-thing called "Unreality Madness," believing it would be the only way to be safe from it and potentially find a solution. she disguised herself (mostly by shrinking herself down to not be ridiculously tall) and left for the real world, where she lived for a long time. she tried to tell people about what happened, hoping for a solution, but people don't tend to believe that a parallel world exists that they can theoretically go to when they can't even see the entrances freely, and Celia was afraid to go back for fear of being (probably rightfully) called out for running away, so she just Didn't. she has depression because of it. her belief is that if she can get close enough with someone in the real world, maybe they'll believe her and she can try to fix the mess she left behind. unfortunately, a continuous streak of bad luck and cosmic joke coincidences routinely keeps that from happening.

some specifics on Unreality Madness: it's something that makes Wonderland citizens effectively disappear, dubbed "becoming not real," after going through extreme mood changes. stage 1 is always severe mania, and stage 2 varies between individual cases, but it's always able to be boiled down to experiencing one emotion at extreme levels, and different subsets have different titles (sadness would be Bawling Madness, depression would be Muted Madness, anger would be Fuming Madness, etc). the only thing that isn't a possible result is more mania. stage 3 is more or less a toned-down version of the person's normal self, but this is the point where they start to believe they may not be real, and this feeling gets worse as the stage progresses. if someone in stage 3 is fully convinced they aren't real anymore, they go into stage 4, which sees them actually becoming not real; this can be postponed by generally being around other people that believe they're real, but the funny thing about believing you aren't real is that you start believing others aren't real either, so if a large group of Wonderland residents came down with stage 4 Unreality Madness, then things tend to get a bit less exist-y pretty fast. once a person with Unreality Madness has been in stage 4 for long enough to also believe nobody else is real around them, and nobody around them believes they're real either, they vanish. technically, stages 3 and 4 can last indefinitely if at least one person without Unreality Madness regularly interacts with them.

personality-wise, Celia is very muted after everything that's happened to her. she's also very particular about time; if you agree to meet her for something, and you don't show up, she's going to find out why. she has a seemingly endless supply of pocket watches, which she uses as mementos to give to people that she considers friends. the watches themselves have some other properties; particularly, if you break one, you can temporarily project yourself back in time as a ghost, so you can see what happened but not affect things. Celia specifically is also able to break these with her bare hand, then jam that hand against a corpse to resurrect the person as something from Wonderland. she also has various props and treats from Wonderland; cookies that make you grow, small drink bottles that shrink you, paints that can alter the natural color of plants or animals, pipes with smoke that forms into letters, and so on. Celia can also create normal versions of any of these items without any effects, with a notable exception being her checkerboard cookies; unlike the frosted lofthouse cookies she can make, the checkerboard cookies are always just normal cookies.

the bracelets she wears are made of metal, and are able to transform into gauntlets similar to brass knuckles. Celia doesn't normally have to use them, hence why they turn into bracelets when they aren't deployed. these bracelet-gauntlets cannot be removed, as they are also her royal scepter, an heirloom passed down to the next-in-line when the acting ruler of Wonderland is unfit to rule anymore. it ordinarily isn't supposed to be altered in any way, but due to the current circumstances in Wonderland, Celia is giving herself some leeway. so long as it doesn't leave her side, it's fine in her book.

around people she feels safe around and truly cares about, Celia may remove her disguise and re-enter her normal form, a completely on-demand transformation that Celia performs when she feels like she has nothing to hide from. Queen of Hearts Celia is four times larger than her disguise and sports a different outfit, as well as her having a generally more cheerful default mood. her fur becomes pure white, her eyes change shape somewhat, the colors of her eyes shift around, the somewhat muted blues of her dress have shifted to vibrant reds and blacks, her dress has grown larger and now goes down to her ankles, her socks have changed to be red-and-black stripes with a black sole and red pawpads, her scepter regains its normal form, and the lofthouse cookies she produces have changed shape to appear like card suits (the checkerboard cookies remain unchanged). she now walks with a much more pronounced bounce on every step, and one can often see the latest winner of this royal rabbit's trust peeking from the front pocket of her dress. Queen of Hearts Celia has more control over the world around her, with enhanced time control by using her scepter that allows her to physically go forward and backwards in time temporarily, along with now being able to shape and transform it to mirror her Wonderland as she desires. this world-altering ability, which she calls "Wonderland Shift," is similar in execution to resurrecting someone as a Wonderland creature, but it now extends to non-sentient objects around her and even living people as opposed to only the recently-passed. Queen of Hearts Celia is also physically unable to harm things or people without intent; any building or infrastructure damaged by mistake is repaired by it automatically going backwards in time, passerby who fail to notice her approach and become trampled rise moments later without even a bruise, and so on. on the flipside, she is much more wrathful if upset, leaping into the air and growing thorny rose vines from the ground to ensnare and choke people that make her angry, sometimes even beheading them if she deems the transgression worthy of death. often, she reverts to her disguised form after the anger fades into apathy, and it tends to take some time for her to be able to return to her Queen of Hearts form.

[elusive---ivory]

Tempt Me - 1

Abbe de Coulmier x Reader, Abbe de Coulmier x Oc

Frick yeah, another fabulous fanfiction, because Quills is funny and super sexy.

In the cobblestone streets of Saint-Maurice France, a fiery temptress roamed the night. She would dance naked, singing songs about death and fire.

Screams from the nuns as the temptress burned down their sanctuaries.

The temptress showed no signs of stopping. The madwoman set hundreds of fires chanting over and over the phrase.

"Que les brûlés soient oubliés."

Eventually, she was caught.

Eléonore Lièvremont was deemed a madwoman, a witch, and a raging sadist. She sat in her quarters, smirking at the erotica she had laid on her desk.

"Fresh linens," called the laundress.

Eléonore glared through the small slot of her chamber door. She dusted feathers off her silk gown as she walked over to her door, picking up her fresh linens.

"Going to see the Marquis again, I see. It would be quite the shame if Abbe de Coulmier knew about your whereabouts, Mademoiselle LeClaire." Eléonore teased.

"Shut up, you're just as guilty as me." Madeline LeClaire commented.

"You know, you do have a key, and I haven't been out in ages." Eléonore tapped on Madeline's hand.

"What? Are you heading to see the Marquis as well?" Madeline pulled her hand away.

Eléonore rolled her eyes, and scoffed. "As if, I already had my time with the old bastard. I don't want anything to do with him. He's so boring, telling the same story over and over. When will he ever try something new?"

Madeline rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe if you actually wrote something, you could criticize him."

Eléonore glared at Madeline, as she walked away from her chambers. Eléonore laid down on her bed. Her silky nightgown falling just above her thighs. She heard a soft voice through her chamber door.

"Madame Eléonore. Are you awake?" The voice asked.

Eléonore recognized that voice in an instant. The very kind voice she's known for six months. "Monsieur Abbe. I'm very much awake, come on in." She said, lowly.

Abbe walked in looking around the messy chamber. "Eléonore, I hope I'm not intruding on anything, but I'd like you to join me for my painting class." Abbe smiled, nervously at the fair temptress in front of him.

Eléonore smirked, looking up at him. She got off the bed, getting closer to the Abbe. "Most certainly, Monsieur. I would love to join your painting class."

Abbe gulped as he was cornered by Eléonore. "Of course, just as soon as you get dress."

"Of course, Abbe." Eléonore backed away from Abbe, placing a hand on hip. She watched as Abbe walked out of her quarters.

Six months ago, Eléonore met with the Marquis de Sade, bonding over their erotic nature and devious thoughts. The relationship between Eléonore and the Marquis lasted a month, until Eléonore decided to change one of his many erotic stories.

She wrote about a priest falling for a succubus, who had longed for love for most of her life. Once Marquis found out about this story, he was furious. Eléonore knew her relationship with Marquis had to end. She spoke to Abbe about moving her quarters. He was hesitant, but filled her request. For the past four months, Eléonore shut herself in her chambers, only reading the erotica passed around in the asylum.

Eléonore was bored of the stories. She was bored to death of the sex. She wanted something unreal. She wanted the love, the compassion, the romance, and the tragedy of human emotions. Eléonore admired the Abbe de Coulmier from afar. He was kind and pure. He built this asylum to help patients spread their creativity.

Eléonore walked into the garden, surprisingly fully clothed. She stared longingly at the wall covered in dead roses.

"Eléonore," called Abbe, "is there something troubling you? I didn't see you in my class."

Eléonore turned around towards Abbe. "No, I'm quite alright. I was clearing my mind."

"You can tell me anything, Eléonore. I'm here to help you." Abbe smiled, kindly. His soft eyes struck Eléonore.

"Do you ever feel stuck in an endless loop of misery and sex?" Eléonore said, bluntly.

Abbe was taken aback by her words. "What ever do you mean?"

"I've read the Marquis stories, and they're always the same. It's like just the same story with the same ending, like it's trapped in some endless loop." Eléonore sighed.

"Has the Marquis been troubling you? I could talk with him. I don't want you to feel helpless here. I want you to be free." Abbe placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I wish I could be free." She whispered.

Abbe looked at her, sympathetically. Poor Eléonore was broken. She may be vulgar, unladylike, as well as a bit of a pyromaniac, but she was also human.

"Come with me, Eléonore. I'd like you to see the choir." Abbe held onto Eléonore's arm as they walked into the cathedral hall.

With the wave of his hand, beautiful song filled the cathedral. Eléonore sat in the front row, looking up at Abbe with full admiration.

Soon, the song came to a stop. Eléonore stood up, giving Abbe a standing ovation.

Her ovation was interrupted by Dr. Royer-Collard, and his colleagues.

"Shouldn't the temptress be locked up in her chambers?" He taunted, glaring at her.

Abbe walked over to greet the doctor. "Doctor, she's merely here to observe. She's locked up in that room for long. I offered her to come with me."

Doctor Royer-Collard was known for his sadistic, and brutal methods for madness. Eléonore knew him from being under his custody. He chained her to the basement for 48 days, until she was brought over to the Charenton.

She owed a lot to the Abbe de Coulmier. Whether he knew it or not, he had saved her many times.

"Now as a matter of business. I've come to check up on you. A certain patient of yours has gotten notoriety from the Emperor." The doctor said, walking with Abbe out of the cathedral.

"I'll meet with you later, Eléonore." Abbe waved bye to Eléonore.

Eléonore meekly waved back, feeling the intensity of Dr. Royer-Collard's glare. She walked back to her chambers where she saw Madeline rummaging through things.

"What the hell are you doing, LeClaire?" Eléonore snapped at the maiden in front of her.

"I'm looking for the book you wrote." Madeline said, defending herself.

"Out, LeClaire." Eléonore growled.

"Where is la tentatrice et le prêtre? The Marquis said you hid it away from him." Madeline complained.

"Why do you need that? That's for my own personal use." Eléonore snapped, furiously.

Madeline found a leather bound notebook, with writing on the inside.

"Mademoiselle LeClaire. Give me that book." Eléonore demanded. She grabbed a hold of one end, whilst Madeline was grabbing on the other end.

"You didn't even write it. This is the Marquis's book not yours." Madeline struggling.

As the two girls keep pulling on the book, soon the book tore with pages flying everywhere.

Madeline was filled with instant regret. "Eléonore, I'm sorry." She whispered, looking at her apologetic.

Eléonore turned to Madeline with rage fueling in her eyes. She lunged herself at Madeline, beating her multiple times.

Abbe felt embarrassed by the Marquis. Marquis had published his erotica behind Abbe's back.

Abbe, being the compassionate man that he is, gave Marquis a second chance. The Marquis wasn't just a patient, but he was also a friend to Abbe.

As Abbe was walking back towards his quarters, he saw Madeline and Eléonore fighting.

"Hey, that's enough." He pulled the girls off each other.

"She attacked me. She's mad. She's crazy." Madeline whimpered, cowering into Abbe's arms.

"Abbe, she-" Eléonore was cut off by a glare.

Abbe closed Eléonore's chamber door, and locked her inside.

Eléonore felt her heart break as she sat on her bed looking at the ceiling.

Taglist:

@princessgeekface, @gloomyladyy, @captain-el-writes , @joaquinphoenixlover, @jokerflecker, @joker-flecked-me, @memory-mortis

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[im-always-fangirling]

Eager - Park Jihoon

A/n: Lolololol heyy there, here’s a random scenario (that’s why some things may seem unexplained) ❤️ I wrote this one in bullet form heh. but anyways, let me just say that park jihoon is indeed bae. ;))

Summary: you manage to muster whatever courage you have to ask for a dance from the one and only park jihoon.

Words: 1621 words.

Genre: fluff

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soon, you found yourself standing in front of the group that jihoon was standing with.

the boys all looked at you, including the breathtaking winkboi himself.

you instinctively smile to relax yourself but somehow that didn't work because jihoon's beautiful sparkly eyes (cringeworthy, but hey, there's truth to this) were still on you.

"can i dance with you?"

after popping the question, you swear that your heart was going to burst out from your chest.

you even thought of masking it all as some kind of a 'dare' that your friend gave you because even though there's not much of it, you still want some of your womanly pride left

"sure."

he agreed not long after and you wondered whether this was a dream or not.

apparently the look of disbelief and surprise on your face was quite obvious.

but that was all immediately replaced with joy when you see jihoon smiling at you in such a polite and shy way.

the boys that he was hanging out with gave suspecting smiles towards jihoon, who merely told them that he'll be back.

he stepped out from the circle that he was in and walked towards you.

when he was close enough to you, he offer out his hand,  and you instinctively take it.

the two of you head to the dance floor and at that moment, a slow song was playing.

you stiffly place your two hands on jihoon's shoulders and you try to appear less nervous by making eye contact with him.

however, after only one second of looking at him, you couldn't take it and looked away.

then, you feel two hands on your waist.

"hey, if it makes you feel better, i'm actually nervous too."

with those words being said, you look back up and finally noticed that the boy's face was a little bit more red than usual.

"wow." you couldn't help but feel amazed at the fact that he might be feeling all the butterflies that you are.

he gives you an assuring smile, "yeah, we're nervous. but we might as well enjoy this."

and with that, the two of you start to sway along to the music and somehow the awkward distance that you guys had at the beginning of the dance had decreased.

both of you spent quite an amount of time talking to each other and getting to know each other while dancing to those slow songs.

"you know, i saw my grandparents dancing to this very song in the living room while they were babysitting me. they even switched on those yellowish lights and had rose petals around them."

"what, seriously?"

jihoon nods and you couldn't help but let out an 'awwwwwww'.

the image of two couple dancing together made your heart melt.

"that's really romantic."

as you two maintained eye contact, you realize that your heart was beating in a faster pace than usual.

with an unsure look on his face, he questions you "so, are you enjoying the dance?"

"are you kidding me?" was your first response.

then, with a genuine smile, you try to make your point clear as possible

"park jihoon, i love dancing with you."

not long after replying him, you realize how straight forward you were and how RED jihoon's face was getting.

still, the two of you maintained eye contact and proceed dancing in a somewhat comfortable silence.

after a moment of dancing in silence, jihoon speaks up, "you know-"

he paused for a moment and you were confused at his sudden stop.

"yeahhh???"

he keeps silent for a while before blurting out the words, "i love dancing with you too."

and you really can't help but smile at his words.

because this is all so unreal for you.

not long after that, the two of you stopped dancing and actually decided to just sit outside and chill.

jihoon actually went back in after to get you a bottle of mineral water from the vending machine, fearing that the water served might be spiked.

"here", he offers you the bottle after opening the lid for you and you didn't forget to thank him for it.

after quenching your thirst, you decide to break the silence, "you're quite a good dancer."

he smiles, "yeah, but it's mostly because have a good partner to dance with."

"stop, you're spoiling me with all these compliments."

he chuckles and you really take your time to admire his laugh.

he looks at you and smiles, and that was the moment you ask him, "is it alright if i get your number?"

and once more, you were thrown in a roller coaster of feelings.

your sudden forwardness surprised jihoon, but he got his phone out from his pocket anyway.

"yeah, sure."

and the two of you passed each other your phones.

you wondered whether you should save your number with a special name or not, and so you did.

you passed it to him and was surprised to see he saved himself as 'dance partner ;)'

he stares at his phone and now you're starting to somehow regret a bit on saving yourself as 'your admirer :P'

he smiles and questions you in a tone close to teasing, "your admirer?"

somehow you were glad that he didn't feel disgusted or whatsoever, "yeah, you're an admirable person."

he nods, then with curious eyes, he questions you, "why do say so?"

"i notice how you're always so diligent and i admire that. not to mention, you're one of the most gentlemen dude i know and that's really hard to find in young people these days."

he was listening to everything you said intently and you somehow feel embarrassed after blurting everything out.

"it's funny how you say 'young people these days' like you're an old lady." he teases.

you pout, "aw come on, i was so cheesy for you and you chose to notice that part?"

the two of you let out small chuckles and then continue talking about other random stuffs.

overall, you two enjoyed talking to each other and got to know a lot about each other.

when the event was almost over, the two of you head in.

"yah park jihoon! c'mere bruh."

a boy who you know as one of your classmates pulls jihoon over and literally starts twerking in front of him.

jihoon looked like he wanted to bleach his eyes from whatever he was looking at and you couldn't help but felt a small amount of pity for him.

still, you decide to just sit back and watch jihoon, who was now taking up the role of a 'pole' in pole dancing, on the dance floor with his friend.

you found yourself staring at how handsome he is despite all the cringing his face did.

just before the whole event ended, jihoon somehow managed to escape his friend.

"well, wasn't that a show you guys put on"

he awkwardly smiles and scratches his head, something that you thought was adorable to watch.

"well-"

"jihoonie!"

the friend who literally dragged jihoon to dance with him called out among the crowd and jihoon could only sigh

you realize that slowly, people are starting to leave the place

"uh, i guess we should get going?" you suggest, though you wished the night could last forever

"yeah, i guess so. but um-"

before he could continue on, the dude who had a dance with jihoon starts pulling him away.

he stares at you apologetically while trying to pull away from the dude.

you smile, "it's alright. we still can see each other on monday, right?"

with that, jihoon's face lightens up as he smiles too, "yeah, we can."

then, jihoon allowed himself to be pulled away by his friend

when you got back home, you took your time to wash up

then, lie on the bed and end up checking your phone, smiling when you see 'dance partner ;)' in your contacts.

you contemplated to text him something and thought for quite a while

you end up typing and sending, 'seriously though, you're a great dancer. thanks for dancing with me, i appreciate it. hope you rest well and see yaa.'

and surprisingly, you received a text almost immediately after you sent it.

'i enjoyed myself tonight, hope you did too. nights ;)'

the text was short and sweet

still, it manage to have an effect on you because your heart pinched a bit when you saw the wink face.

you deducted that somehow jihoon also thought of sending you a text because you literally received his text a second after you sent yours

and you knew your deduction was right when you receive another text from him

'hahahahaha glad you think so. its funny how we texted each other at the same time.'

you couldn't help but smile as you reply him, 'nahhh i was totally earlier than you heh xD'

not too long afterwards you receive a reply, 'i blame my wifi hahahaha.'

and before you could continue to text him, you see him sending in another text, 'hey, i'm gonna sleep now because i'm visiting my grandparents tomorrow and i'll have to take the morning train.'

'you mean the ones that used to slow dance together in the living room?'

'hahahah yeah, and they still do btw.'

'awww, i still can't get over the fact that they're so cute and sweet. hahahaha, goodnight btw. :))'

'sweet dreams ;) talk to you tmr.' he sent and once more you found yourself smiling widely.

your heart melted at the fact that he mentioned about talking to you tomorrow

with that, you fell asleep almost immediately, eager for a new day.

little did you know, park jihoon shared the same eagerness.