#lilac baudelaire

[secreciies]

Echoes of the Muse: Chapter one (Klaus Baudelaire x Fem!Reader)

(Klaus Baudelaire x fem!reader -- Klaus Baudelaire, the son of a Monarch; falls for someone who expresses a desire to pursue her own interests and ambitions rather than conforming to societal expectations of marriage and domesticity but is a hopeless romantic with a passion for painting and reading.)

IN LIBRAS LIBERTAS

Pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts

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The house is filled with chatter with the house staff moving around, The library was filled with the odor of lilacs. Books surrounding (name) gave her the solace that she needed. A slight creak behind the bookworm made her lose her focus on her book. Curiosity took over her body as she stood up and investigated the sound.

Seeing as nobody was in the library other than her she spun around, she was taken back by the face of her older brother.

"Goodness, brother!" placing her hand in her chest while she breathed heavily. Closing her eyes for a moment before composing herself.

"Must you approach me unnoticeably? You could have yelled my name" she groaned while brushing off her dress from the slight dust from the books.

"Even if I did that you would not hear me because of your constant day dreaming" Jasper answered, he was about to insult her again before they heard their mother furiously shouting for the both of them.

"Oh did you hear that mother is looking for us. Save your unnecessary words for the woman at tonight's ball" (name) said satirically, strolling towards the door and leaving her brother at the library flabbergasted.

"I will burn your books after tonight's ball!"

~~

"I cannot breathe in this corset mama, Do I have to accompany you to Lady Bennington's ball? Goodness, I look like a prize calf, trussed up for auction" (Name) complained, squirming in her seat and touching her corset constantly before her older sister, Ivelle , lightly slapped her hand.

"Stop fussing with your dress. You mustn't forget that you are already in the need of a husband." Ivelle scolded

"Ivelle is quite correct dear. It is now time to find yourself a husband, A remarkable spouse whose presence will bring you profound joy and fulfillment. Look at Ivelle! She almost fainted at her first official ball but look at how well it turned out. She has a husband who loves her dearly, so do not be so nervous" Mama murmured while she rested her hand in (name) hand.

"Now you are just exaggerating, I am not in need of a husband. I am well even without a husband! Ivelle is already wedded, why must I do this" She sighed before removing her hand and adjusted in her seat.

"We are not forcing you to marry dear, you know how society acts when a woman is unwed. Precisely why we have Jasper by our side this evening. He is well acquainted with numerous gentlemen of noble standing who would be ideal matches for you" mama reassured before the carriage came to a stop. Coachmen opening the carriage doors for them and mama stepping out first.

The palace was enormous, It was filled with beautiful roses and tulips. People outside were either gossiping, drinking, or just simply enjoying themselves.

Ivelle interlaces her arm with (name), smiling at her "Do not feel intimidated. Simply relax and savor the occasion" she whispered.

Smiling back at her, they started walking toward the entrance when Jasper also locks his arm with (name) "while finding yourself a husband too" He smiled widely. The duo groaned while he chuckled.

~~

"Haven't you heard, King Bertrand, is coming home?" "He's returning from France?" "I have heard that he has a a son and two daughters" "A son? Now I must see him" "perhaps he's handsome"

"We just walked in and the mamas are already gossiping" Jasper mumbled before picking up a drink from the butler "We just walked in and your plan for tonight is to get drunk" Ivelle joked.

Smiling sarcastically, Jasper placed his glass on the nearby table. (Name) placed her hand on her mouth to muffle the chuckles leaving her mouth at her sibling's silly banter, their mother shook her head however, as soon as she saw a gentlemen approaching them she lit up, Jasper immediately offered his arm to his younger sister for a dance. Leaving both women and the man.

Ivelle cleared her throat and avoided eye contact before she set her eyes on her husband "excuse me, but I would also like to dance with my husband" she smiled at the two before she hurriedly walked towards her husband.

Their mother, dumbfounded, smiled in an apologetic way at the lad and walked away.

~~

"Brother, may I stop dancing for a moment. My feet is sore already" (name) whined, looking at her brother with begging eyes "I suppose you shall take a little rest. Are you hungry? Theres plenty of food, and I would like if you do not look at me like that. You look like a wounded dog" Jasper insulted before taking another drink from the table.

He looked at his younger sister, It was clear as a sky that she was uncomfortable with people all around her. She was nervous and repulsed from the constant questioning from men all evening. Asking her hobbies or how many children would she like to have, which made Jasper infuriated and repeatedly danced with her to avoid them.

"If you would like to have a moment, I shan't stop you. I do not blame you for not wanting to come or stay here." Placing his hand on her shoulder for reassurance, (Name) was about to thank him but then he was swarmed with ladies, fanning their fan at him and starting a conversation.

(Name) took the chance to walk away and quickly find a room. As soon as she saw her mama looking around, scared that she might have someone to introduce to her, hurriedly looked around and as soon as she saw a staircase, she went up, opening the first door that she sees.

She panted as she softly closed the door and placed her forehead against the door.

"Excuse me miss..?"

(Name) yelped at the sudden voice and swirled around. A boy with brown hair, round glasses, and a book in hand was seated across the room, a library.

"Pardon me for interrupting you with your reading sir, I was not aware that someone was in here, considering that everyone is enjoying the ball. I shall leave you alone with your books. My deepest apologies." (Name) rambled, placing her hand on the door knob before the boy interrupted her.

"It's alright miss, you do not have to apologize to me. If you would like to read, I will leave you here. I have read enough anyway" the gentlemen reasoned. Standing up, (name) was quick to shook her head and wave her hand around.

"No, sir. I assure you it is alright, and besides my mother might be looking for me. Apologies again sir." (Name) bowed and twisted the door knob before seeing Ivelle and her husband, Lucien, at the end of the staircase.

"(Name), pray tell, where have you wandered? Just a second you were with your brother. Save your explanation to mother, we will be going back home" Ivelle sighed before going down.

(Name) pursued her lips before setting her eyes back at the library door. She was curious on who was the gentlemen, she has not seen him before she is sure of it. He was alluring, but she knows better than to take interest on a boy who is still a mystery to her. The boy could possibly be a serial killer, which is merely impossible as nothing of that sort has happened in town. Perhaps he is a cook? But he is dressed well. Or could he possibly be-

"(Name)! Stop with the daydreaming and make haste!" Her sister shouted causing the people to stop whatever they are doing to look at them. She ran down the stairs and pulled her sister by the forearm to refrain herself from embarrassing her.

~~

(If there is any wrong grammar I apologize, English is not my first language. the rest of the chapters will be up on my Wattpad @/_loeneliest, but I will also slowly upload the chapters here!)

[sweetdreamsjeff]

The poetry that inspired Jeff Buckley

Aimee Ferrier

Sun 1 October 2023 21:15, UK

Voices as incredible as the one belonging to Jeff Buckley don’t come around too often. Unfortunately, after releasing one record, Grace, Buckley, with all his potential, was taken away too soon. At the age of 30, the singer went for a swim from which he never returned, drowning in the Mississippi River.

Yet, his legacy lives on as one of the most influential artists to emerge from the 1990s, and his music is widely celebrated today for its emotional and lyrical complexity. Not only did Buckley possess an otherworldly voice, but he was also an extremely gifted guitar player and writer, with all his talents combining to create a masterful body of work.

Even when Buckley was covering other artists’ songs, such as ‘Lilac Wine’, ‘The Other Woman’ and ‘Hallelujah’, he imbued the pieces with his own distinctive style. Yet, his penchant for covers wasn’t a reflection of an aversion to writing. Buckley knew how to pen a stunningly poetic track, with songs like ‘Lover, You Should’ve Come Over’ and ‘Morning Theft’ suggesting that even if Buckley didn’t have the vocal pipes he was gifted with, he’d get by just fine as a writer.

Buckley took inspiration from many different writers and musicians when writing his own songs. Musically, Buckley looked back to folk artists like Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan and, of course, his own father, Tim Buckley, from whom he was estranged. Elsewhere, he loved the work of Pakistani singer Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, the rich tones of Nina Simone, and Led Zeppelin, calling Robert Plant “my man”.

However, when it came to his literary inspirations, Buckley had an extensive book collection, which he no doubt looked to for ideas when writing his lyrics. He owned a lot of poetry, with Rainer Maria Rilke proving to be a particular favourite. Not only did Buckley own Dunio Elegies, Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations Poems from the Book of Hours, but he also owned his epistolary collection Letters to a Young Poet.

Buckley was also a fan of the classic American poet Walt Whitman, owning Leaves of Grass and From the Soil. Of course, no poetry collection is complete without copies of Arthur Rimbaud’s A Season in Hell and Illuminations, alongside some Charles Baudelaire – Buckley-owned Paris Spleen. The singer also owned the Selected Poems of confessional poet Anne Sexton and modernist writer T.S Eliot.

Check out Buckley’s complete poetry collection below.

The poetry that inspired Jeff Buckley:

Dunio Elegies – Rainer Maria Rilke

Poems from the Book of Hours – Rilke

Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations – Rilke

Leaves of Grass – Walt Whitman

From This Soil – Whitman

The Odyssey – Homer

Early Work, 1970-1979 – Patti Smith

You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense – Charles Bukowski

Selected Poems of Ezra Pound

The Complete Lyrics – Hank Williams

A Haiku Journey: Basho’s Narrow Road to a Far Province – Matsuo Basho

Paris Spleen – Charles Baudelaire

The Captain’s Verses – Pablo Neruda

Selected Poems – T.S. Eliot

A Season in Hell and Illuminations – Arthur Rimbaud

Writing and Drawings – Bob Dylan

Ode to Walt Whitman – Federico Garcia Lorca

New Poems: 1962 – Robert Graves

Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems – Jim Carroll

Selected Poems of Anne Sexton – Anne Sexton

Selected Poems – John Shaw Neilson

Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge – Demore Schwartz

The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara – Frank O’Hara

Poems – Pier Paolo Pasolini

Space: And Other Poems – Eliot Katz

Tim Buckley Lyrics

[violetsbaudelaire]

hey does anyone remember the six violets au i did that one time and then forgot all about. sorry about that. here are their moodboards i made a long time ago. all creative brain gear gals in their own lil way. yippee skippee !

in order:

Violet Baudelaire (inventor) Lilac Emily Baudelaire (actress) April Plum Malina Baudelaire (game developer) Lavender Demetria Baudelaire (musician) Mauve Millie Baudelaire (writer) Magenta Selena Baudelaire (artist)

[pinkplasticprincess]

OC Masterlist

Which of my OCs are open for asks? Well, all of them, but I have dozens, so here's a list to help you get started

OCs for my original projects/particular fandoms

Roblox: Pressure:

-Mina Milne

Dead by Daylight:

-Lanie Jensen

Dungeon Meshi:

-Tallulah

Black Clover:

-Chantilly Ringuette/Naomi Silva

Black Desert:

-Rima Kimura

-Himemiko Kimura

-Ririko Kimura

Inuyasha:

-Yuki

-Emiko

-Ayano

-Inuala

-Aoi

-Nahime

Outcode/Misc OCs:

-Madevery Arlington Poe

-Yevenvy

-Dr. T/Laurel Lavigne

-Raizel Blacklust

-Udella Scarberry

As The Bobbin Dwindles:

-Lucille Bobbin

-Agatha Bobbin

-Babs Bobbin

-Douglas Bobbin

-Samara Thimble

-Rori Bobbin

-Lorraine Bobbin

-Eleanor Bobbin

-Howard Stagger

-Rochelle Bobbin

-Tonya Bobbin

-Edmund Bobbin

-Ivy Bobbin

-Cordelia Bobbin

-Resi Thibodeaux-Landry

Black Butler:

-Aurora Newcomb

-Reagan Mulligan

-Ophelia Adderstone

-Célestine

Undertale:

-Reverie

-Chevalier

-Chiffon

-Averell

-Lysander

-Lucida

-Sarina

-Kaiju

-Jura

-Ramona

-Sirius

Mario:

-Francesca

-Fae

-Forest

-Francis

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

-Dinah

Invader Zim:

-Lily (Lillian Lane)

-Xue

-Yano

-Zoe

-Lou

-Ranmao

-Poni Lane

-Zora Lane

-Jun

Toontown:

-Joisy

Wizard101:

-Jasmine Soulblood

-Llewella Anvilblood

-Tatiana Seahammer

-Morgan Moonvault

-Suri Titanshield

-Tarlac Bluecrafter

-Catherine Silverglade

-Devin Crowheart

Sonic:

-Buttermilk

-Areal

Pokemon:

-Lady Staryu

-Andrea

-Aucilla Lunsford

Rosario+Vampire:

-Kiyoko

-Naoki

-Latte

-Katsumi

-Yuriko

-Megumi

Monster High:

-Kiki Paws

-Jessie DeVille

My Hero Academia:

-Prospect

-Hailey Baudelaire

Avatar The Last Airbender:

-Tomiko

My Little Pony:

-Hopeful Heart

-Dawnstorm

-Bigshot

-Lemon Blitz

-Ghostie

-Haiku

-Tsunami Wave

-Mercury Retrograde

Fairy Tail:

-Fern Deerknight

-Peridot Calderon

Happy Tree Friends:

-Fiona

-Fuchsia

-Fido

-Tuesdae

Witchblade:

Fuyumi

Soul Eater:

-Olive

ANIKA:

-Anika

The Truth in The Witches:

-Rosabella Crivello

-Gwendolyn Crivello

-Phoebe Crivello

-Esmee Crivello

Five Nights at Freddy's:

-Stella

-Kitty

-Sango Hitachiin

-Tinker

-Chie Hitachiin

-Primary Bunny

-Usagi Hitachiin

-Len Hitachiin

-M.O.M.

-Mephisto Matoi

Amateur Surgeon:

-Catamina Throbbing

Chateaux Lumineux:

-Castle

-Martini Belkin

-Unity Pallavicino

Left 4 Dead:

-Savannah Townsend

-Emerson Butler

-Juan Hernandez

-Hiro Nakajima

Blood Bride:

-Effie Pangilinan

A Blue Shine:

-Abi Blue

Carnival Crusher:

-Ringo Gauntlith

-Bubbles Burleson

-Clyve

Vampire Knight:

-Kaori Amano

Trauma Center:

-Hera Preston/Anastasia Adrastos

-Castalia Preston/Tali Adrastos/Lia Preston-Zane

-Abioud Adrastos

-Antigone Adrastos

-Yvonne Zane

-EVE--X*

-Aphrodite Preston

-Eros Preston

-Amphitrite Preston

-Poseidon Preston

-Hades Preston

-Isaac Zane

-Yasmine Yelps

-Antigone Adrastos

-Aimee Dubois

-Luther Swanson

-Angelica Babineaux

-Shortstop

-Reggie Swanson

-Sue Ellen Vanderblite

-Apollo Campelle

-Eris Preston

-Athena Preston

-Persephone Preston

-Erida Preston

-Ares Swanson

-Thaleia Preston (Tessa)

-Leucothea Preston (Lucy)

-Natalie Jontel

-Paxton Sears

-Kelly Sears

-Eve Evalyn

-Benedict T. Evalyn

-Kameko Kyriaki

-Donnie and Debbie Deftera

-Teresa Triti

-Toxica Tetarti

-Powell Pempti

-Simon Savato

-Little Monster

-Sting McCreary

-Kimmy Circuit

-Tracy Stiles

-Betty Niguel

-Akinyi Tulba

-Lilac Fyals

-Amanda Cherrystone

-Eia Greensfield

-Sage Enomoto

-Coco Enomoto

-Violetta Enomoto

-Julietta Enomoto

-Katrina Enomoto

-Sierra Enomoto

-Destiny Enomoto

-Daisy Enomoto

-Charise Enomoto

-Dustin Enomoto

-Augustine Enomoto

-Kendall Freebird

-Marina Crest

-Opal Crest

-Alison

-Margaret

-Chelsea Enomoto

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

I did not know how else to submit this to you while remaining anonymous.

LILAC

LILAC LILAC LILAC LI-

[alice-blogs-things]

So, I started reading The Six Baudelaires AU, by @unfortunate-stranger-losers and was inspired to make this wee edit, based on a rant one of the main characters goes on.

If you've not read this fic, I would highly recommend checking it out. The concept is great, and it's executed brilliantly. It's definitely worth the read.

[amr102-art]

“Please state your names.” Justice Strauss said. 

“Lilac Emily Baudelaire.” 

“Violet Malina Baudelaire.” 

“Nick Liam Baudelaire.” 

“Klaus Louis Baudelaire.” 

“Solitude Theodora Baudelaire.” 

“Sunday Theo-dora Bau’elaire!” 

Justice Strauss smiled slightly, despite herself. “Occupations?”

- The Six Baudelaires AU by @unfortunate-stranger-losers or Midas-touch-of-angst on Ao3

[Image description: 2004 Emily Browning as Violet Baudelaire with a golden locket on her neck and in her black dress with lace. She has brown hair with two braids to her left, on in the top of her head and the rest of her head on her right shoulder. She has blue-grey eyes and looks calm. A speech bubble reads “mechanic.” To the right, Malina Weissman as Violet Baudelaire in a purple dress with a white collar and buttons. She has long brown hair that is down and flowing to her left and looks upset. A Speech bubble reads “inventer.” In the second level to the left is 2004 Liam Aiken as Klaus Baudelaire in his white button up and dark blue sweater. He look distressed with dark circles under his eyes. A speexh bubble reads “ex-exploror.” To the right is Louis Hynes as Klaus Baudelaire looking down and angry with black glasses, a purple tie, a lavender button up and grey suit jacket a speech bubble says “researcher.” On the Third layer on the left is 2004 Sunny Baudelaire in her blue-grey dress with an inner shirt with pink and blue-grey horizontal stripes a speech box says “herpatologist.” Her facial expresion is sressed and said. To the right is Presley Smith as Sunny Baudelaire in a dress with a pink frilled collar and yellow patterned print. She looks annoyed and there is a speech bubble reading “chef.”

[vfdbaudelairefile13]

HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO @unfortunate-stranger-losers creator of one of my favorite fics ever!!!! The 6 Baudelaires! I miss Lilac, Nick, & Solitude Baudelaire! So much!!!!! Cant wait to see future projects from you and maybe theyll be involved.

I LOVE YOU CONNIE

Hope you're having a great birthday!!!!!!!!!

[boomerang109]

The Six Baudelaires Coming Out to Their Parents

A little ficlet inspired by the Six Baudelaire AU by @unfortunate-stranger-losers (anyone unfamiliar with her AMAZING fic, Lilac=Movie!Violet, Violet=Netflix!Violet, Nick=Movie!Klaus, Klaus=Netflix!Klaus, Solitude=Movie!Sunny, and Sunny=Netflix!Sunny)

I don’t usually post fic, so please enjoy my attempt! 

Lilac

Lilac never told Bertram and Beatrice, but that didn’t mean they didn’t know. She would talk about Finnish pirates and female inventors, she just never bothered to use the words “I’m a lesbian” 

Violet

“Who’s your favorite character?” Her mother asked. 

“I think I’m in love with Elizabeth and Darcy,” Violet said with a laugh, looking down at her book. 

The silence that met her made her grin begin to break, until she braved a look at her parents. They were both smiling lovingly at her. 

“Me too,” whispered her father conspiratorially. 

Nick

“Eww,” Nick moaned, “I never want to get married.”

“Let’s see what you say when you’re older,” laughed Bertram. 

Nick’s temper flared, as it so often did. “I’m not being childish! I never want to get married!” He stomped off without another word. 

A knock on the door interrupted his sulking. 

“Nick?” Asked Beatrice. 

“What?” He demanded. 

His mother perched on his bed while Bertram stood nervously. “I’m sorry, Nick. We don’t care who you marry, or if you marry at all. We just want you to be happy.”

“Lilac was explaining a word she thinks you might know, aromantic? Your father and I want you to know that, while we think you should be open to changing your mind as you are a bit young, we will support you no matter what.”

“Even if I am aro?” Nick asked.

“Of course,” Bertram answered for both of them. 

“We promise.”

Klaus

“Mom, Dad?” 

“Yes?”

“I was reading a book about sexuality and it said that homosexuality is normal and that—“

“Klaus,” Beatrice interrupted, “we love you no matter what.” 

“Even if I’m gay?”

“Of course.”

“But the book also said that lots of people—“

“Klaus,” Betram interjected, “We’re not lots of people. We’re your parents.”

Klaus began to sniffle, “this didn’t go how I thought it would and I’m glad.”

His parents hugged him without another word. 

Solitude 

“Niiick, I think I’m dying! I have a crush on this one boy, but also there’s this girl who’s the prettiest person on earth.”

“You sound like Vi.” “Yeah, but she’s bi and I’m pan.”

“Oh! You decided on a label?” Soli nodded. “Nice.”

There was a pause. “Soli? You know we all support you no matter what, right?” “Well duh. None of us are straight--well I guess Sunny or Bea might be but I doubt it--but . . . what about mom and dad?”

“They would love you, no matter what. I promise.”

Sunny

“Hey mom, hey dad.” Sunny whispered to herself, “We haven’t really talked in a while, but I just wanted to let you know, I’m gay. I told Li the other day and she was supportive. I guess that’s stupid, obviously a lesbian isn’t going to hate me for being gay. She also said you’d love me no matter what, but I don’t remember you at all. I wish I could meet you and talk to you and tell you about all the things you’ve missed.”

Bonus: Beatrice II

“Yo, Baudelaires! Meet my girlfriend!”

[aseriesofhyperfixation]

Reaction To The Baudelaires: Richie

—Lilac He thinks she’s too uptight. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, he knows that there’s a time and place to be serious, but Richie has never really figured out when and where to find a need to be serious, so he doesn’t get it.

—Violet Richie thinks she’s pretty dope. He flirts with her almost as much as Lilith does and loves it when she flirts back, and has said that if he had to pick a girl to be with he’d choose her. Thinks her inventions are super awesome. Is genuinely sad when she leaves.

—Nick Thinks Nick is fantastic. Constantly trying to impress him with his magic tricks and overall fantastic and fun personality. It doesn’t work. Nick thinks he’s an idiot. Richie just takes that as reasoning to try harder.

—Klaus Klaus is confused about why Richie won’t stop talking to Nick, Richie is confused by Klaus’s confusion, and they pretty much just mutually decide to not think anymore into it, so they don’t really talk.

—Solitude Tries to steal Babbit on multiple occasions, it turns into a game between the two of them. Sometimes Soli will cry bc Babbit is missing and he’ll feel so bad he’ll give them right back and then Soli will just smirk at Richie and he’ll have to sit there and realize he got outsmarted by a toddler.

—Sunny He teaches her a few magic tricks, especially card tricks, and then she teaches him some card games. She kicks his ass at poker until he starts cheating, which works for about two and a half days and then she bites his hand until he drops his cards and an ace falls out of his sleeve

[alotofbooksalittletime]

Have an absolutely awful Violet from the movie /lilac (as @unfortunate-stranger-losers calls her ) doodle

[violetsbaudelaire]

halloween...........,.,

[heyitslanesl]

Let's Game (1/4)

Come one, come all. Let's play a game. An interesting game. A boring game. A love game, even? Take your pick, make your choice.

~~~~~~~~~

@k-kazvha, @hqrbinger, @alonelysimp

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Choose Your Player;

Ohm Ambros

Akio Asato (Locked)

Sana Asato (Locked)

Emil Baudelaire (Locked)

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Player One

>Ohm Ambros - Chill/FPS Streamer

-Ohm is a pretty well known streamer, he’s known for titles like Stardew Valley, Slime Rancher, Apex Legends, and Paladins. He’s actually apparently a doctor, but nobody really knows for sure. Either way, his welcoming personality and weirdly murderous side are quite attracting.

-He was once told ‘Undertale’ was a chill game and the second the Flowey fight started he was glaring at his screen. His regulars never lied to him again regarding games </3

-Being a fellow streamer, you met him one time during a match of Apex Legends. He immediately killed you, softly apologising when he realised who you were. Then he looted you and proceeded to win Champion.

-Your chat kept spamming you with the clip of his apology and smirk and you decided to reach out to him for a rematch. It was an instant friendship after that. A friendly rivalry if you will.

-Once the two of you got closer, you found out he was actually a doctor for a day job, or rather a night job. He deemed streaming his escape from the things he dealt with at work.

-As more co-op games took place, your chats began to ‘ship’ the two of you. Something the both of you often ignored. So you thought nothing of it when Ohm invited you to play Stardew Valley with him.

-Of course until he presented you with the wedding ring in game with the cheesiest ‘I like you’ known to the world. How could you say no? The hard part was keeping it from your chats and offline. As offline as a long distance relationship could be, at least.

“Alright guys, let’s get Ohm in, yeah?”

Discord rang once, twice, three times before it connected. You waited for a moment as his microphone connected. Then you were greeted with his face, the man’s headphones nowhere to be seen as he pulled on his sweater. “Sorry, one moment. Just got home from my shift.” Ohm disappeared from frame with an apologetic smile. You wished you had time to warn him about the running stream he was supposed to be in. Sending him several messages over text and Discord.

Ohm reappeared after a few moments, cup of coffee in his hand as he sat down. The man rolled his chair forward, setting the coffee down on his desk. “Hi sweetheart I’m back.” His movements halted when he saw your grimace. Uh oh. Lilac eyes flicked down to the open Discord chat, the one he hadn’t read. "Oh uhh. Welcome back to the stream everyone. How are we all doing tonight? Good?"

You blinked once, twice. A quick glance at your second monitor showed the chat’s very loud reaction. Not to mention the multiple clips being made. Oh no. “Yeah! It’s been good! We were just chatting while waiting for your slowpoke ass to launch Valorant.” You smiled, trying to play it off. There was absolutely no playing it off. Ohm quietly took a sip of his coffee, using his free hand to launch the game in question.

“Are you two just gonna gloss over that?!” Came from Ohm’s background, undoubtedly his twin. Ohm sank further down in his chair as he started his OBS, preparing his own streaming stuff. You stifled a laugh by coughing into your elbow. Yeah, no way you could now. Not with Sulien laughing at the two of you.

“Does that mean the rivalry is off?”

Your reading out loud of the chat was quickly cut off by Ohm’s scoff, a smirk tugging at his scarred lips. “Oh please, they wish.” He sat up in his chair, clicking the start streaming button on his end. “Partner or not, I still intend to win.” You groaned, leaning back in your chair with a huff. Even now you weren’t going to catch a break, huh?

[cuquitalocita]

smile and lie- feysand

AN: no, this isn’t a part three to kids and car rides (BUT IT IS IN PROGRESS)-  i just had a dream about it and had to write it- hope you like it :)

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“So we meet again.” 

Rhys grinned at the annoyed-looking redhead across from him. There was no doubt in his mind that the man wanted to strangle him every time he saw him and Rhys wasn’t sure if he could blame him. 

Folding his hands behind his head, Rhys leaned back in the uncomfortable office chair and gazed at his principal. 

“How’ve you been Mr. Vanserra?”

“Worse and worse every time I see you, Rhysand. Worse and worse.” His principal pushed his chair away from his desk; Rhys tracked the movement with his eyes in silence. 

“Not that I don’t love our weekly chats, Mr. Vanserra- because I do. I absolutely adore them.” The man rolled his eyes as Vice-Principal Helion walked through the doors and sat in the seat next to him, both now facing Rhys. He should’ve shrunk under their gazes. His grin only grew. “But why am I here? Again?” 

Helion sighed, his head falling into his hands and running over his face in blatant frustration. 

“Tell me this, Mr. Knight. You are aware that there are other students at this school, correct?” Rhys raised his brows. 

“This is news to me.” Helion ignored him, continuing forward. 

“And because of this, I and other faculty members have other students- other issues to worry about, than you acting up.” Rhys grinned as Mr. Vanserra nodded his agreement. “From the first day of your freshman year, Rhysand, you have been nothing more than a menace to the faculty and teachers in this institution.” 

Rhys felt kind of offended. He knew Mr. Tarquin liked him- even if he pretended not to. And he didn’t consistently try to make life any harder for them than they had to be. Sort of. 

“Being a distraction in class, using the fragile and- might I add- expensive lab equipment to perform practical jokes-” Rhys snorted at the mention of his and Cassian’s joke sophomore year. In his defense, the sulfur wasn’t supposed to react that much. “...disrespecting your teachers, trying the patience of your coach, and now vandalism.” 

Rhys kept his face impassive. He swore the principal had some sort of grudge against him. Any minor inconvenience and bam- Rhysand Knight was to blame. To be fair, he was to blame for this. But vandalism was a harsh term for it. He and Mor had gotten bored after school the day prior and had found a few half-empty spray paint bottles.  

It had been a short Baudelaire quote, not a threat of murder, and the white paint had been barely visible with its awful quality. Rhys held back the roll of his eyes- of course Vanserra would rail him for this. 

He crossed his arms over his chest, his leather jacket stretching uncomfortably, and eyed his superiors with thinly veiled disinterest. He opened his mouth to respond. 

“Look-” Whatever bullshit he was going to spew about his innocence came to a halt as the door to the office breezed open, revealing an out-of-breath girl. The men in front of him turned their attention to her as well, and Rhys breathed a silent sigh of relief from the momentary break. 

He gazed silently at the girl in the doorway, sporting clunky combat boots and a denim jacket, both splattered with a variety of paint colors. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest was heaving as if she had literally sprinted to the office, and her blue-grey eyes immediately pinned him in place. 

She was pretty- beautiful, even. But she was a complete stranger to him. 

Rhys was sure her confused frown mirrored his own and the girl narrowed her eyes as Vanserra stood, folding his hands in front of him and clearing his throat. 

“Miss Archeron,” he greeted, tone cold. “Thank you for joining us.” 

She arched a brow, taking the seat next to Rhys’s own. She mimicked his own posture, crossing her arms in front of her and leaning back in her chair. Her boot tapped against the ground in a quiet rhythm. 

“My pleasure,” she replied, her tone holding more snark than it should, considering who was across from her. The only person Rhys was aware of who had the guts to speak like that to their superiors was him. 

But her voice was honey-sweet- it suited her. 

Still- he had no idea who she was. He tried not to turn to her as her lilac scent enveloped him and instead stared at the principal. 

“Now that we’re all here,” Helion took a deep breath and locked his gaze on the Archeron girl. “The two of you were caught vandalizing school property yesterday between the hours of three and four PM, using spray paint.”

If Rhys had water in his mouth he would’ve spewed it all over his principal as the words left his mouth. Yes, he had vandalized school property. Yes, it had been after school. And yes, he had used spray paint. But the girl sitting next to him had nothing to do with that. He hadn’t even seen her before now. 

It seemed she was thinking the same thing as she shot him a look from the corner of her eye, both of their gazes meeting in an amused, ‘can you believe this?’ Rhys was actually surprised the girl wasn’t glaring daggers at him for somehow dragging her into a mess she had no part in. 

Instead, she just watched the two men in front of her, her lips slightly parted as if in a silent laugh. Rhys noticed a small twinkle in her eye- a twinkle of amusement. 

Vanserra, however, did not find the entire situation amusing and slammed his palm flat down on the desk in front of them. Neither one of them flinched, instead meeting gazes again with intense eyes before turning back to the men in front of them. 

“I don’t know how things worked at your last school, Feyre. But here we don’t tolerate vandalism. It’s rude, destructive, and not to mention a federal crime. I’m not sure how you ended getting mixed up with Mr. Knight here, but it may be the biggest mistake you’ve made since coming to this school.” Rhys would have been offended if it hadn’t been the truth. 

The girl- Feyre, merely raised her brows until they scrunched together as he kept talking. 

“The two of you would be better off admitting to it now before we get the authorities involved. I’m sure the Velaris University of Arts would appreciate knowing exactly who they’re giving a scholarship to. Don’t you, Feyre?”

Whatever response he had expected to get out of her was rewarded with nothing more than the slight stiffening of her shoulders, which only Rhys could feel from beside her. 

What an ass. 

Clearly bringing up something that was important to her- and threatening to take it away for something she had nothing to do with. It must’ve been her hair, he realized. Although Mor was a bright blonde, the shitty camera quality could easily have painted her color darker, making it a golden brown like Feyre’s. 

Rhys was amazed at Feyre’s strong will. She simply stared back at Vanserra in silence, as if daring him to threaten her again. Helion finally sighed, looking at the teenagers with something like pity. 

“Look, you two. I understand that you’re young. And when you’re young, you start to make choices that seem fun because other people are doing it.” 

A sharp laugh shot out of Feyre beside him and she disguised it as a cough. Rhys found his own lips tilting into a smile. He placed his hand over his mouth to cover it as he caught Feyre’s eye once more, her blue-gray eyes glistened with knowing humor- his reflected the same thing. She had a beautiful laugh, and it had his heart flipping uncomfortably in his chest. 

Across from them, Helion cleared his throat. Vanserra was glaring daggers at the two of them and before he could open his mouth to say anything, Feyre’s hand flew to Rhys’s knee. She placed her hand there casually as if they were friends- or even something more- and did it all the time. He attempted not to jerk forward with the electric shock her touch sent through his body. 

What are you doing? Rhys asked her with his eyes.

Just trust me. She seemed to respond in a flash of gray eyes before turning back to the principal and fixing him with a disinterested gaze. 

“Look, you’ve got the wrong girl. I don’t know what time you have us allegedly vandalizing the wall, but I was at work all afternoon yesterday.” Now Rhys felt bad. He had accidentally dragged an innocent girl into this mess with him- and she even had an alibi. 

There was no way Vanserra would believe her, which only left Rhys feeling even more guilty. 

“Yesterday was my first day and I accidentally got lost walking by the football field. Rhysand saw me and skipped practice to walk me to work- that’s why he wasn’t there.” Rhys startled as the lie slipped easily through her lips. He had definitely not walked her to work yesterday. But she was covering for him, so he kept his face impassive. 

Vanserra’s eyes narrowed but Feyre looked unaffected. 

“You can check with my boss if you want. Rhysand was with me from three to… at least four forty-five. There’s no way he was the one you saw in the video. I’m not either, by the way. But again, you’re more than welcome to call my boss and confirm it with her. I’m sure she’d be delighted with your interruption.” 

Feyre’s fingers tapped a calm rhythm on his knee and Vanserra turned the color of his hair under her cool gaze. Rhys had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out a laugh. 

“Well, Miss Archeron, since you seem so inclined to prove your own- and Mr. Knight’s innocence, I may do just that.” Helion grabbed a pen and paper as the principal sneered at the two of them. “Her name?” 

Feyre grinned, her teeth glistening pearly white under the office lights. 

“Amren Cauldron.” 

Every bit of air seemed to be sucked out of the room as Helion’s pen stilled in his hand and Rhys swore his principal flinched. Rhys himself felt his own throat go dry and he attempted to keep his eyes from widening. 

Amren Cauldron was one of- if not the most terrifying woman in Prythian. She was practically a myth since Rhys was a child. The woman- or in most stories- the witch that lived in the corner of town-owned a small book store complete with strange spices and old relics along with books holding languages long since faded. 

A witch she might not have been. But scary and intimidating, not to mention mean? 

That she was. 

Rhys had seen her around town, her old age doing absolutely nothing to alter her terrifying exterior. She was unwrinkled and wicked, with her slits for eyes and cruel smile. 

She’ll eat you with those teeth, Cassian had told him one night when they were eight, hiding under the covers and telling scary stories. But there was no story to be told about Amren Cauldron. She was real, and she was scary, alright. Rhys still heard horror stories about her circling around school from time to time. He had even heard one last week. 

Rhys couldn’t think of a time he had heard a kind word out of her mouth, let alone heard her speak to anyone in town as a friend. Everyone he spoke to chose to keep their distance. Probably the smartest thing to do if he was being honest. 

But here Feyre was, working for her. And through all the myths of Amren eating children, Rhys gazed at Feyre Archeron and decided that he too could easily have a soft spot for the brunette. 

Feyre’s mouth tilted up to the side and she arched a brow. 

“Well? Do you need her phone number?” Feyre turned toward her backpack and began shuffling through it, one of her hands still burning a hole in his knee. “I know I have it here some-”

“That won’t be necessary,” Helion interrupted, his voice higher than it had moments before. Vanserra looked pale and cleared his throat, twisting his fingers on the desk in front of him. 

Rhys and Feyre shared an amused glance, an exhilarated blush dusting her cheeks. 

“We wouldn’t want to interrupt Ms. Cauldron at work,” Vanserra stated, glaring at the teenagers in front of him. 

The principals exchanged a silent conversation before turning back to them and sighing. 

“The two of you are free to go. Now that we think about it, the video was fairly blurry. It could’ve been anyone considering both people had hoodies on. For this reason- and for this reason, only, you’re off the hook.” 

Rhys and Feyre let out a collected sigh of relief. 

“But don’t think,” Vanserra interrupted. “That I won’t be watching the two of you. Vandalism is still a crime. Rhysand, I expect to see you at football practice every day this week.”

Rhys nodded his silent agreement. 

“And my scholarship?” Feyre pressed sharply. Rhys could tell Vanserra was holding back a roll of his eyes as Feyre’s gaze locked onto him. 

“The University will not be informed of this mishap. Your scholarship will remain fully intact.” Feyre smiled, falling back into her seat with a pleased nod.

“Well?” he snapped. “Out of my office.” 

The two teenagers needed no further encouragement as they grabbed their bags and practically booked it out of the office, only letting their grins show after they had turned their backs to the principals. 

By the time the door shut behind them, Rhys had managed to still his incredulity for the girl beside him. He still had no idea how he had never seen her before this encounter, and he knew he would have a hard time if he never saw her again

There was something about Feyre Archeron that intrigued him, and he knew- from the bottom of his soul, that she was something else. 

The two of them walked in silence through the empty halls, everyone still in the middle of their fifth period, leaving the hallways empty and eerie. But Rhys had always liked the silence- liked the solidarity in the middle of ongoing classes. 

He wouldn’t go back to class today. But he would show up for practice- just like he had promised. In the silence of the hallway, Rhys glanced at the girl next to him. 

Feyre’s hair was tied up in a ponytail and if Rhys looked close enough, he was able to see a small splatter of neon green paint by her hair tie. He hid his small smile. Who was this girl? 

“I haven’t seen you around before,” he finally said when the silence became too much. He had a feeling Feyre Archeron wasn’t the type to appreciate a ‘thank you for saving my ass.’

Her gaze snapped to his, gray eyes meeting violet before she gave him a small smile that almost had him floored. 

“You wouldn’t have. I’m new.” Rhys nodded. There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed her in years prior. He wondered just how long she had been walking the halls a stranger to him.

“Well maybe I’ll see you around,” he couldn’t keep himself from saying as Feyre stopped in front of a locker-her locker, and rolled in the combination, opening it to reveal a hot mess of clearly unfinished art projects. She took something out of her backpack and shoved it into the locker. 

“Not if you keep getting caught, you won’t.” 

“Excuse me?” Feyre shut her locker, the sound ringing through the empty hallway, and fixed him with a knowing look. 

“Never mind.” Feyre turned to walk down the opposite hallway but paused before reaching the threshold, turning back with a sly smile. Rhys ignored the pounding of his heart. “Nice pants, by the way.” 

He frowned, confused and unable to resist looking down at his pants. 

His jaw dropped. 

Rhys was an idiot. He hadn’t even bothered to check what jeans he had thrown on earlier that morning and had coincidentally chosen the same ones he had worn the day prior. The same jeans sporting splatters of white spray paint on the right knee. 

Rhys exhaled as he realized the explanation of Feyre’s earlier hand placement. She had been covering up the stain. Saving his ass- again.

He turned back to Feyre only to be faced with the back of her denim jacket as she walked down the hallway, leaving him in the dust. 

“Wait!” Rhys called out, hating how hopeful he sounded. What was he doing? He had never been this fascinated by a girl before. Feyre’s head whipped back around, her ponytail flicking her shoulder with the movement as she pinned him with a curious gaze. “What are your shift hours at Amren’s?” Whether or not he would actually have the guts to walk through the door was another story entirely. 

The smirk that curled on her lips could have been described as nothing less than purely wicked. 

“How should I know? I’ve never even seen the place.”

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yeah i think i’m only capable of writing high school feysand... 

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[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Connie goes ape on the American Girl Create-Your-Own Site: 1/?

Row One: Book!Violet, Film!Violet, Netflix!Violet

Row Two: Book!Sunny, Film!Sunny, Netflix!Sunny

Row Three: Isadora, Carmelita, Fiona

[theinkedfoxsl]

1, 5, 9, and 12 from the fourth list for emil, decord, ohm, and galin

1. what is their coffee shop order?

Ohm likes to drink very sweet iced coffee! Though he also really likes dark hot chocolate with cayenne.

5. what is a specific, defining physical feature that they have?

The obvious would be his scars or his adeptal markings. But probably the dull lilac eyes!

9. who do they admire? why?

Nobody. You stop admiring people when they continue to fail you.

12. do they tend to hold a lot of tension in their body? if so, where?

Bro his entire existence in tension. (his shoulders, please they are rock hard in a bad way.)

1. what is their coffee shop order?

For starbucks its the iced black tea lemonade. For anywhere else, frozen chai.

5. what is a specific, defining physical feature that they have?

Again, obvious is his scar. But in general his features are INCREDIBLY defining. The black hair, pale skin, red eyes, and freckles are all a telltale sign of a Baudelaire.

9. who do they admire? why?

Ohm! Because when nobody else could understand, Ohm did. He knows Ohm would be mad if he knew that Emil looked up to him though.

12. do they tend to hold a lot of tension in their body? if so, where?

His thighs r so tense and for what.

1. what is their coffee shop order

Black. Gross.

5. What is a specific, defining physical feature they have

Uhh maybe the burn scar taking up an ENTIRE half of his body. But beyond that, probably the bright yellow eyes. They're very striking :)

9. who do they admire, why

Sulien, for his resilience.

12. Do they tend to hold a lot of tension in their body

No, thankfully.

1. what is their coffee shop order

get Galin the nearest sweetest drink from any store.

5. What is a specific, defining physical feature they have

Their fashion sense bro

9. who do they admire, why

too many people bro, but mostly Sulien as well.

12. Do they tend to hold a lot of tension in their body

They'd rather die!