#my parents have white and dark purple lilacs

[lavenoon]

So I heard you like lilacs???? >: )))))

Lilacs upon ye!!! (I checked and I do, in fact, have exactly 30 lilac photos I took on my phone this year djfbfndn)

Oh hell yeah lilacs!! Ours are already wilting again, they come and go so fast!!

In all honesty I'm a lavender bitch (that's where the laven part of my name comes from after all), but anything purple sparks big heart eyes. And lilacs are so so pretty!! We call them butterfly bushes too, because butterflies love them and just flock around them while they're in full bloom!

Also ough /pos I'm just eating those pictures, the focus blur the way the little gradients pop, the individual petals getting to shine, they're so gorgeous!!

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness: Wedding Headcannons

Description: Headcannons of the princes and their wedding days with their MC, including ceremonies, vows, receptions, what they wear and why*

Princes: Fenn, Roy, Rio

*Oh y’all thought Guy’s, Lynt’s, and Toa’s headcanons were sappy? Juuuuuuust you wait 😆

Story Link to Wedding headcannons for Guy, Lynt, and Toa HERE.

Word Count: ~1700

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FENN

If any Saligian country dominates the wedding industry, it’s Luxure (why have one wedding when you can have many weddings, with multiple people!). Any floral arrangement or wedding gown can be procured at a moment’s notice. All prominent wedding vendors are vying to supply whatever is needed for Fenn. 

Fenn surprises everyone though. He consults with Violet and his best friend Hardie and shops at vendors their parents recommend. People are stunned at this approach and ask his motives. 

Fenn: "My Treasure deserves the best. Who else should I ask but those who have parents that love one another best?"

The wedding takes place in the palace gardens. Bright green topiaries and marble statues of beautiful couples dot the landscape. Fenn stands underneath a gazebo adorned with twirling wisteria, lilacs, and blue hydrangeas. The gazebo makes today seem real—it reminds Fenn of the gazebo in the secret garden where he proposed to MC. 

Fenn wears a white linen coat with a lavender vest and waistcoat. He jokes with the priest officiating the wedding, people in the audience. Fenn drinks a glass of Luxuran blue wine, giving off vibes of one who is completely relaxed, even nonplussed despite the hundreds of people watching him. 

And then, Fenn sees MC.  

Violet walks MC down the aisle—Fenn did NOT want his father to have that privilege. Violet stuns in a deep V plunging neckline dress made of dark purple silk (Violet has no lack of dancing partners after the ceremony).

But Fenn doesn’t notice Violet. He is completely overwhelmed upon seeing MC. Nearly chokes on the blue wine he’s drinking* 

*MC could be wearing a burlap sack and Fenn would have had the same reaction. 

MC wears a pure white dress with her back mostly exposed. The dress has long gauzy lace sleeves with flowery patterns mimicking the wisteria hanging over Fenn. Her hair is in an elegant updo, held by a lavender hydrangea hairpin. But it’s her crimson eyes that entrance Fenn. They’re moist with barely held back emotion. Fenn pulls MC flush to him when she approaches the altar.     

“A thousand years could pass, a thousand partners offered to me, and I would still only desire you Treasure. This I swear before all.”

MC cradles Fenn’s face. “I will always love you Fenn, no matter what attempts to shake it.”

Patience is a virtue—except for Luxuran weddings. Fenn passionately kisses MC before the ceremony truly begins. The priest quickly blurts out “Man and wife! I pronounce you man and wife!”

Fenn pulls back after the kiss, murmuring in a low tone to MC. “Luxuran ceremonies are quick affairs. We must save our energy for the honeymoon after all.”

Speaking of honeymoon, it happens immediately after the wedding ceremony. Very immediate. Fenn pulls MC towards his chest, winks at the crowd, and spirits away with her. 

The first few days are spent at a cabin in the woods recommended by Hardie. Oh no, there’s nothing to do in their cabin but each other over and over again…Fenn is DEVESTATED. (MC…is thoroughly wrecked). 

The second half of the honeymoon Fenn takes MC to every ballet, art gallery, and high society event he can to show his precious MC off. 

ROY

“Oh, they look so happy.”

This phrase, and various iterations of it, are repeated by those watching Roy and MC. Though the couple are in a crowded Castle ballroom, surrounded by dignitaries, princes, and Invidian townspeople, Roy and MC barely register those around them. They dance slowly, twirling on the ballroom floor as if no one is watching them. 

Throughout the wedding reception, Roy and MC are always close together: an arm around the other’s waist; lips whispering endearments; eyes sparkling in delight. 

Roy and MC wear matching wedding rings made of Invidian silver. The rings are etched with a twirling vine and rose motif, with yellow diamonds interspersed to look like flower buds. The ring engravings are enchanted to glow a faint but brilliant white.  

An entire ballroom wall is covered with flowers—wildflowers in hanging pots; single stemmed roses tied to nearby trellises; ivy crawling up towards the ceiling and nearby columns; countless pots with beautiful blooms litter the floor and are given to the happy couple in celebration of their marriage.

While pink and yellow roses are the official flowers of Invidia, wildflowers from the countryside are nearly as prominent. This touches MC’s heart. The wildflowers are equally beautiful to her and remind her of the freer, secretly uninhibited side to her prince.  

Roy and MC walk towards the flower wall. Roy puts a vibrant pink rose that shines like a jewel on the wall. He explains that the flower is a Titan rose, a rare Invidian blossom that represents an eternal love between partners. 

MC smiles back. She then reveals her own Titan rose, a red one. Her rose is placed next to Roy’s and the two roses magically entwine together. Roy holds her close in response, with a grateful, awestruck look on his face.    

Something else people notice—joy. It is subtle but unrestrained. Roy stands taller than normal, face beaming, body relaxed. It is as if the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders now that MC is there to carry it with him. MC too is quietly elated: her hand freely grasps Roy’s, her gaze never waivers, her laughter unrestricted. She no longer doubts her worthiness of being with him.  

Another reason for Roy and MC being relaxed. This is not their first wedding. 

Today’s reception and wedding is for the Invidian people. Last week, Roy and MC had a private wedding ceremony, reserved for family and closed loved ones, in a small garden at Roy’s family chapel within the Invidian Castle grounds. This wedding is the one enshrined in their hearts. Their vows encapsulate this:

MC: “The world is comprised of darkness and light. For years, I struggled in the dark. But then, you arrived. Thank you for being my light—my source of inspiration and joy. I vow to give you the same love and happiness you’ve given me.” 

Roy: “The world may be comprised of darkness and light, but you brought color to my life. You are my anchor, my saving grace. Please be my companion in this life and beyond. I vow to cherish and love you as you deserve.”        

“You had two ceremonies? Sounds rather tiring,” murmurs Lynt. 

“Yes, but there are advantages.” Roy smirks, twirling a wildflower between his fingers as MC speaks with his sister Sherry. His eyes blaze with heat. “Such as having two wedding nights.”

RIO

Rio and MC want their wedding to be one where smiles are brought to everyone’s faces, not just their own. As such, they decide to have their ceremony inside Voleri’s main orphanage. Several of the orphanage’s children serve as wedding ushers.

Rio’s little sister Nica is the world’s cutest flower girl. She skips down the aisle at a rapid pace, speeding towards the altar to give Rio a hug. In her enthusiasm, she forgets to sprinkle the flower petals. 

 “Did I do well brother?”

“Of course you did!” Rio tussles her hair affectionately. 

“YAY!” Nica throws the entirety of the flower basket’s contents in the air, showering Rio and the wedding officiant in petals. 

Because Rio admires the loving relationship his parents have, MC decides to wear Rio’s mother’s wedding dress, with some alterations to make it more modern. The dress is cream colored and free flowing, with minimal adornments. Rio adores the simplicity, as it allows him to focus on the brightness of MC’s smile and her adoring face. 

MC and Rio have their hands interlocked with one another throughout the entire ceremony. When they exchange rings, Rio’s dad, King Aiden, laughs ecstatically, his voice booming. “My lad, you have to let go of her hand for a moment to give her the ring!” 

The wedding reception is the equivalent of a backyard BBQ—except with royals. And everyone from Voleri is invited. It’s not like you could miss the celebration—it takes place in town square, with the vibe of a joyous fall festival. 

Rio and MC refuse any official wedding gifts from the princes. Instead, they ask for gifts to benefit Voleri. Roy, Lynt, and Fenn work with their respective kingdoms to find potential families to adopt children from the Voleri orphanages. 

With LOTS of convincing from Jasper, Aquia, and Roy, Guy allows himself to have his face painted by local children during the reception. 

Well, allow is not the right word. Guy is scowling horribly.

Toa: "Maybe the children can paint a smile on Avari’s face."

Voleri children: "CAN WE PAINT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE TOO PRINCE TOA?!"

Toa: "Excuse me?"

Voleri Children: "PLLLLLEEEEASE?"

Rio: "PLLLLEEEEASE?"  

Guy: "Heh, heh." 

Voleri Children: "Oh you CAN smile Prince Guy!"  

A scene of hilarity and princely chaos emerges as the last of the wedding guests leaves the reception and Rio and MC prepare for their honeymoon. 

Rio: "Fenn, thanks for the honeymoon clothes! I gotta say, MC’s nighttime dress had a lot of holes in it!"

Fenn: "That’s the point Rio! Besides, MC forbade me from giving you any special honeymoon books." 

Rio: "No worries ‘bout that! Roy gave me a book he especially recommended." 

Roy: *Blushing* "Rio, that was to be our secret." 

Sherry: "Oh, THAT book. Yes, it’s quite informative!"  

Roy: *Looks temporarily speechless at his younger sister* 

Rio: "And Toa gave me some romance books to enjoy." 

Toa: "Ahem. That gift was from an anonymous source." 

Rio: "Why yes, but the gift wrapping had paw prints on it, so I assumed Knight wrapped it on your behalf—"

Toa: "KNIGHT!"

[poison-with-your-coffee]

Forging Belief

Chapter Ⅰ:

A Home So Crowded, Yet So Empty

To save on money, you accepted the offer to stay in your old childhood room with your parents and find yourself reminiscing only to be pulled back into reality.

You felt your stomach doing flips once you started to recognize where you were. Instinctively ducking your head away from the windows in case someone spotted you earlier than intended. When the car stopped, you peeked out and saw your old childhood home. Instead of the deep green with black trimming, it was painted light purple and white trimmings with hanging flowerbeds that sprouted lavender with lilacs leading up to the door.

You sighed. Guess Ma got her wish after all. "Thanks." You glanced at the driver and handed him the last dollar in your creased wallet, a crispy twenty-dollar bill you managed to snag from a malfunctioning vending machine. You hear the greedy voice hiss in the back of your mind of how foolish you are to rid yourself of the very thing that made this world go round so easily.

The man shook his head with a smile, "You already paid," he grinned, tapping his temple, "I wouldn't trade it for anything." He huffed, waving his hand to gently knock yours back away from him, "Now, best be on your way. I want to take my sister out for brunch while it's acceptable brunch hours. You understand." You smile softly, "Thanks, it means a lot." You placed the twenty back into your wallet as your smile shoved the greedy voice in the back of your mind. You waved to the old man, who grunted as you climbed out and pulled your bag from the car trunk.

You slung the bag over your shoulder, leaving one strap hanging without an arm accompanying it. You waved once again as the man drove away, leaving you alone at the end of your childhood driveway with your entire life upon your shoulders. Your melancholic thoughts only deepened when the door opened to see the shocked face upon your Ma. You didn't tell her you were coming, and part of that reason was to catch the slight disappointment on her face before it was covered up by the mask of happiness.

"Eel? Is that really you!?" Her voice rose into a pitch that sounded painful to maintain. Her heels clicked as she hurried towards you down the driveway, her sundress flowing perfectly in the soft breeze.

You felt your heart clench and fall into the dark pit that appeared in your stomach. "What the fuck did you call me!?" was what you wanted to yell at her, but all you could manage was a meek, "What.. did you call me?" You muttered, lifting your head to look at her just when she cupped your face.

"Sorry, sweetie, old habits." She smiled, her thumb gently pressing on your cheek to wipe away a few eye boogers you'd missed. That made you swat her hand away from embarrassment. "Good to see you too, Ma." You adjusted the bag and looked at the house. "Looks like you got busy. Dad wouldn't be too pleased about it." You trailed off when you noticed she was scratching her neck. "Wow. So you were serious."

That made her narrow her eyes at you, and her voice raised. "What is it with you and your father thinking I'm messing around all the time?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "So, you actually did, you got divorced." You couldn't help yourself.

You noticed a band of skin much lighter than her tanned skin, an imperfection she took rather easily. "So, who's the new guy?" Your Ma turned around. If looks could kill, you'd be dead twice over. "Why are you here?"

Her words cut through you like ice. "Because... you offered it to me?" She laughed exaggeratedly, yelling, "Five years ago! And you ignored me!" She scoffed, "I half expected that my letter was tossed in the shredder." She started towards her car and turned it on but didn't step in. You were about to walk over to her before she put her hand up that moved to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"I don't have time for this." Your Ma stated, crossing her arms as her lips pulled into a frown. You felt your blood boil, the words slipping from your lips, "That's cool," you shrugged, hoping your nonchalant display was masking your feelings, "you never did anyways." You regret the words the moment you saw the pain in your Ma's eyes the moment she registered them. She clenched her fists but crossed them over her arms, her fingers digging into her skin.

"You didn't even give me time!" Her crossed arms unfolded at her hips. "You want me to make time for you?" She threw the keys at you, making you stumble to catch them, "Make an effort." She opened the car door and got into the seat. You stared at her as she rolled down her window, "Meatloaf is in the fridge. Don't want that; there's soup you can heat up. You know where your room is."

She didn't let you speak as she began to reverse down the driveway; her window pulled up simultaneously. You watched her drive until she disappeared around a bend before you looked down at the keys with a heavy groan.

"Good going, Eel." You muttered bitterly to yourself before you turned and entered your childhood home.

The smells of fresh linen brought back childhood memories. You swear you could smell the gingerbread houses you'd make with your Ma, your tastebuds yearning for the taste of cinnamon after you devoured your hours of craft in seconds.

Your feet wandered to the kitchen, the memory of gingerbread guiding you. The fridge was decorated with various childlike drawings of stick figures in triangle or rectangle clothing and spiky green grass drawn by your once tiny hand. A smile appeared as you began to look at a few that your Ma made notes on. One of you making gingerbread houses with your Ma, one of what looked to be you teaching a class with your Ma's note; "best parent day."

Your smile faltered when you noticed that one of your drawings was much... smaller than normal. You gently pulled it free from the heart magnet and noticed it was folded to the back. The smile fell into a frown when you saw the entire picture.

The crease was at your hand holding your dad's, who held a long sword over his shoulder. You put the picture back before your fingers could tear it into shreds. The childhood nostalgia was gone, replaced by bitterness and resentment.

'Of course, he's gone!' That voice squawked in the back of your mind. You shook your head and knocked your hand against your temple to silence it. You looked upon the walls around the kitchen, dining room, and, hell, even the bathroom had pictures of you and your parents. That childlike wonder was captured in every moment and made still. You knew it was you with the big toothy smile and always waving at the cameraman, and yet, it felt as if the kid in those pictures had long since died, and that wave was less of a hello but a goodbye. So, you raised your hand to wave at the trapped boy in the photos and walked to your room.

Walking up the stairs, you noticed your mom left pictures of your first days on the wall. Starting from the first day you were born, the first day you had your tooth fall out, your first birthday with cake smudged onto your cheek and nose. Then your first days became school pictures with your Ma and father. From pre-school, you wore a broad smile, sitting upon your father's shoulders with your Ma resting up against his side, her hand on one of your ankles. Your eyes lingered on your sixth-grade picture.

Instead of clinging to your father, you stood next to your Ma with your father no longer in sight. The wonder in your eyes was gone, and the smile so effortlessly pulled for a picture looked like it took everything. The look grew more fake with each photo until you reached the second floor.

You furrowed your brow, pausing when you noticed boxes outside one door. Some even stacked on top of one another. You felt your feet move before your mind could process what was happening. As the door slowly opened, a single thought managed to slip out, 'Hey... isn't this my room?'

What should've been a nostalgic trip of seeing the walls of colorful graffiti, making your bedroom look like a mural. In specific spots with your favorite movie and TV show posters, the bookshelves filled to their max capacity with fiction, comic books, and manga: a few were not even removed from their sleeves. Your hand-made action figures of many fandoms are proudly displayed in your curio cabinet next to your life-sized plushie of a Sleeplax.

Yet, it was all gone. The walls looked to have repaired the small holes in the pushpins from the posters. Your walls, once unique and artistic in design, were replaced with a solid peach color. In place of your bookshelf, a desk with stacking letter trays held colorful paper, organized from paper shade to size to even strength. A book titled "A Dummies Guide to Origami" was perfectly centered on the desk.

Instead of your curio cabinet and Sleeplax stood a mannequin. You didn't break eye contact with it as you slowly opened the closet behind you and shoved it inside in one swift motion. You shuddered before feeling your tense shoulders droop before walking over to the bed pressed up against the wall. You pushed the boxes on the bed onto the floor before falling onto it with your eyes closed.

Your confusion turned into accusations and anger. Why would she get rid of all traces of you!? Did she really not want you here? Where did she put all your old things? Were they hurting her? Why? Why?! Why?!

You took a sharp breath before opening your eyes and felt the gasp that involuntarily ripped itself from your vocals.

Stars.

"Careful, boy." Your Ma's sweet voice came from below as you stuck out your tongue, concentrating on putting the star in the perfect spot, "I want you to see these stars, not any concussion stars!" She finished her warning before you slowly climbed down.

You clapped your tiny hands together before letting out an "It's done!" in a pitch a bit too high. Your Ma chuckled and patted the space next to her on the bed. "Come here, I wanna show you something."

You nodded, walking over and climbing up onto the bed. After a moment of struggling and an assist from your Ma, you lay next to her, both eyes looking up at the ceiling.

The moment the lights turned off, you couldn't help but feel the childlike wonder light up just like the stars upon your ceiling. "They're glowing mama! They're actually glowing!" You squealed out your excitement, pointing to a constellation, "The Little Dipper looks perfect!"

Your Ma chuckled and pointed to another constellation that you put together: "I like that one. It looks really pretty! Like a bear." She smirked at you, which caused you to gape at her: "That is not a bear; that's Leo! That is a lion, silly!"

Your Ma chuckled, pulling you close to her chest. You could feel and hear her heart beat in its steady rhythm, and it made you feel safe being so close.

"You know why I love stars?" the question made you look up. " Because they're pretty?" you asked. She chuckled, "Oh, that they are." Her voice sounded distant, and her eyes lived in a dream of whimsy.

"It's because they're safe, " she responded. You couldn't help but giggle: "Nuh-uh! They explode, Mama. Like boom!" You put your hands together and threw them out, landing on your back onto the bed. She couldn't help but chuckle: "Oh, you're very clever," she chuckled, ruffling your hair.

"You're right, but sometimes they disappear, even after they've been with you for so long." She looked away from the stars and out of the window, "and even though they traveled so far away... I can still see them burning bright without me."

You frowned, sitting up and tilting your head. "Are we still talking about stars, Mama?" you asked, making her turn to look at you. The glow of the moon lit up her face, and for the first time, you recognized that look as one of weary.

"Yes, my darling child," she smiled, pulling you close to her chest and resting her head on top of yours.

"I love the stars."

You felt a tear roll down your temple and into your ear as you recalled every constellation you and your Ma had created together, preserved and carefully protected under the renovations.

Did she still look at the stars in your absence? Another tear rolled down your temple and landed on your pillow. Does she still love the stars?

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welcome to boxer boy

hi hi hi, t i present to u boxer boy! if ur new to this concept (or jus need a refresher) below is all of the resources on characters

character menu!! | kori n lilac! | jakobi n miles! | parental units! | alexei! | aave dictionary

warnings: violence (not unsolicited this is a boxer au) swearing, use of the n word, talks of racism, and i think that's it, lmk if i missed something!

i wrote conversation the way i conversate w my friends family and cousins, so this is very caribbean/ taíno/ afro latine/ in general black! coded!

published: august 2, 2023

w/c: 2.47 k ish

Chests heave and sweat travels, leaving streaks down pretty brown skin and resting, finally, on an upper lip. Groans and grunts bounce off the wall of a run-down gym, filled to the brim with a burning passion, the passion to prove yourself. 

“Miles! Focus up! Eyes up, watch the hands.” 

Miles says nothing, a mere grunt in response angling his eyes up and off the ground. The first time he’s fully taken in his opponent since the sparring match. His opponent has a few good inches on him. Tall and muscular, almost beefy, with a square and set jaw. Ducking and fumbling, he desperately weaves and dodges the strikes his opponent throws again and again. 

“Miles” 

 Falling into a rhythm of combinations, he begins to float, weaving in and out of corners, his feet barely touching the floor. Tragically, this ends prematurely with one good hook that leaves his ears ringing. 

“Damn it, Miles,” Alexei grumbles, Russian accent thicker than clay, rubbing his face in a combination of concern, disdain, and a twinge of disappointment. “The hands Miles, always watch hands and shoulders.”  

Shaking himself back up, Miles exits the ring, climbing between the ropes and tearing off his gloves he groans and sits on the very edge of the ring in front of Alexei who holds his hands out to inspect Miles for any injuries. 

“You did good, for someone that size. I have opening this week for one on one training session. Yes?” Alexei almost stubbornly mumbles to him, cradling his face in his hands and inspecting his head for any damage.

“Yes,” Miles grumbles. 

“I see you Tuesday at six, don’t be late.” Alexei pats his shoulder in an almost fatherly motion. Almost fatherly. 

Pushing himself off the edge of the ring and giving his opponent, apparently named Marco, a quick dap out of respect, he staggers to the locker room, cursing himself under his breath. 

“What? You get fucked up out there?” Jakobi snorts, shrugging a black tee over his head. “Prolly ain’t even that bad, son.”

“Barely, the nigga had like three inches on me, not to mention a different fucking weight class,” he huffs.

“That don’t sound like ‘barely’ bruh, sounds like your ass got pounded out there,” 

“I ain’t get pounded, it was just a hook.” 

Jakobi visibly winces and sucks in air, his face contorting as if he could feel it. Bringing his fist to his mouth, “Left?” 

“Right.” 

“Damn,” he whistles, rubbing the right side of his face. “You good?” 

“Fine,” 

Shaking his head and sighing “Don’t sound fine to me. You ain’t supposed to win every time my nigga, don’t let it go to your head.” 

“Yeah, whatever man, I’ll see you.” 

“Damn straight,” he affirms, clapping Miles’ shoulder and leaving, a duffle bag draped over his shoulder. 

And so it begins. 

Pulling off his muscle tee, he investigates the small bruises that litter his abdomen and ribs, all of which are in different healing phases. Pressing down on the dark purple contusion, he inhales sharply and jolts his hand back. Rubbing his face and running his hands over his braids he lets out a sigh and laces his fingers on the crown of his head. 

“You ain’t supposed to win every time my nigga,” 

But he should be winning every time, fueled with the white-hot grief turned to rage, he should be winning.  

“Ay, pero mami, ¡no quiero ir!” 

Ay, but Mom, I don't want to go

“Kori. You won the lottery. You took the test. We’ve had this discussion for weeks on end. I said you’re going and that’s final.” 

“But–” 

“Kori. No. I work my ass off for you. You are my world, you hear that? And so help me god, I’m not just going to let you throw your life away because you have some conspiracy about this school,” 

“Pero, it’s not a conspiracy Ma! This is what they want, for a bunch of quote-unquote ‘above average’ Black kids to test into some bougie school so they forget where they come from,” 

Alma sighs, places the laundry basket on the couch, and turns. 

“Look, I get why you don’t want to go to Visions, okay? And it’s a big adjustment for both of us. I don’t understand why you have this hatred towards this school, but please try for me. I love how passionate you are about this matter, I just wish you could put this passion, this spark that I see in you into loving this school. Proving to the world that we aren’t just some stupid Taínos. I love you so much Kori, I want the best for you, you deserve it mi vida. ¿Comprendes?” 

A stifled silence follows. 

“Kori.” 

“Fine.” 

“Como que ‘fine’? Por que no dices ‘sí’? soy tu madre” 

What do you mean, 'fine'? Why don't you say yes? I'm your mother.

“Yes, Mom, I understand,” 

“Good. Help me with the laundry.” 

“Miles? ¿Estás aquí mijo?” 

Miles? Are you here/ have you arrived my son?

He stops in his tracks, slightly wincing, a bruise forming on the side of his face from the match earlier. 

“Hey Mamá,”  

Rounding the corner, fatigue lining her eyes, she gasps dropping the empty delivery box and rushing to examine his face. 

“Miles! ¿Qué es esto? Qué está pasando?!? tú cara, mijo, estás herido?!?”  

Miles! What is this? What happened? Your face, my son, are you hurt?

“Ma, no es nada–” 

Ma, it's nothing--

“Miles, ¿como que ‘no es nada’? ¡Mira tu cara! ¿No es nada? Explicame, como eso no es nada. Ahora, Miles, go!” 

Miles, what do you mean 'it's nothing'? Look at your face! It's nothing? Tell me how its nothing. Now, Miles, go!

“Solo fue un spar en entrenamiento, no es serio ma, soy bien, te lo prometo,” 

It was just a spar in training, it's not serious Ma, I'm fine, I promise,

“... por dios Miles,” 

My god Miles 

“I’m sorry Ma I–” 

“I– Miles.” Rio grabs his face, forcing him to look down at her “You, you’re my little boy. No matter how much taller than me you get, you’re my little boy okay? Take care of that little boy for me, make sure he is loved. And safe, mijo. I want my little boy to be safe, ¿entiendes?”  

mijo- my son, entiendes- understand

“I got you ma,” 

Still cradling his face, her face seems to crumple at the edges whilst rubbing her thumb against his jaw.  It had been difficult to raise him on her own, he was old enough to look after and take care of himself, but at what cost? She knew he was trying his best to stay safe and do his best at school, but she still worried. Worried about him, she felt like a ghost in her own home. Barely there, barely scratching the surface of making a difference in his life. She wanted him to know that she cared so deeply, yet how could she? She couldn’t exactly spell it out for him, he’d grown too hard-headed after Jeff’s death, always insisting to take care of himself. She knew it was for her benefit, to have one less person to take care of, but Miles was her little boy. The little boy who used to beg for a spoonful of whatever was being cooked on the stove, the little boy who used to squat on the middle of the pavement and examine the cracks in the sidewalk with his grubby little fingers, the same little boy who would collect dandelions in a bouquet to give her after a long shift. What happened to that little boy she could just cradle in his chest and protect from the bad in the world? Where did he go? 

“Good.” She sighed “Te quiero tanto, Miles, pero ya tu sabes, ¿sí?”  

I love you so much, Miles, but you know that, yes?

“Sí Mamá, yo sé, y te quiero tambíen,” 

Yes Mom, I know, and I love you too

“Lilac I just feel stupid in this uniform” 

“Girl, bye, dudes be likin bitches in skirts and polos now, aren't smart girls the shit now?” 

“That's not the point!” 

“What you don't wanna find some fine-ass nigga there? ain’t none at Oscasio that's for damn sure” 

“You a damn lie bitch and you know that,” 

“And what would you know about that, your ass barely left the damn classroom while you were here,” 

“That don't mean a bitch ain't look, girl, the fuck?” 

“Who were you looking at?” Lilac’s voice calms down to a whisper, and Kori can hear her swinging her feet and smiling over the phone

“That one guy, his boys called him ghost or whatever-” 

“YOU HAD A CRUSH ON GHOST?”

“Briefly–” 

“GHOST? The ghost? Yall so different forreal but–” 

“That's not the point, I'm not gonna be seein none of him at no visions academy” 

“Hh here she go yall–” 

“I’m just saying–” 

“Bitch you been there a month, 31 days, any complaints?” 

“... I–” 

“Bitch exactly, you don't have no complaints, you like it there,” 

“Ain’t nobody say I like it” 

“But you don’t hate it,” 

“I hate that I got all these twisted ass white folks lookin at me weird–” 

“K dot, whoooo gives a fuck? you're just better than them, move on wit it, it's not that serious” 

“Lilac it feels that serious is what I'm tryna say! all these rich-ass white kids who prolly aint been through half the shit I did got a seat at the table without working half as hard!” 

“Look bruh I hear you loud and clear but now you’re just being a hard-headed ass bitch K dot. Visions have the best programs in allat nerdy shit you're into, fucking look around! You’re getting what you need after years of feeling different from everybody else, I watched you hate yourself for literal years because none of the Black kids in our little Brooklyn public school liked the things you did. And now you have maybe a handful of Black kids just as weird and nerdy as you, but you tryna tell me you ain't like it over there? Bullshit Kori and you know this,” 

“Lilac–” 

“Would you just shut up and admit I’m right?” 

“Fine. you’re right.” 

“I know, now listen this kid that hangs around the track team at school, Jakobi or whatever, annoying as shit, knows this kid at Visions. Got his number in my phone from our history group chat, you want me to hook something up so you can make friends up in that nerdy cesspool?” 

“Fuck you know about cesspools?” 

“Answer the damn question, Kori,” 

“Yeah, fine, sure,” 

“I got you,” 

“I know,” 

“Listen, I gotta go do meal prep for track this week, ima talk to you soon?” 

“Yeah, yeah” 

“Byeee K dot, love you,” 

“Love you too Lilac,” 

Sighing, Kori flops back onto their bed. exasperated, confused, and feeling violated for whatever reason. Lilac’s known them since the two of them were tiny, right after she had moved to the States with her mom, she knows her better than anyone. She was probably right, but it felt wrong to be said out loud. In truth, Kori loved and hated it there. She loves the way the halls are clean every morning, never once smelling like a cheap strain of weed or putrid hallway sex. They hated all the dirty looks she got just raising their hand in class, hated the way she could feel their eyes burning into the four braids they keep tightly cornrowed to their scalp in a zig-zag pattern. She didn’t know what she felt, but she knew it wasn’t positive. Not in the least.  

 “Kobi?” 

“Yurrr, what's goody what’s goody what’s poppin Miles?” 

“Nigga, do you see the time?”  

“Whatever, anyway–” 

“I don't feel like opening a window,” 

“I ain’t comin over?!? You miss me or sumn? Want me all up next to you?” 

“Stop being like that, whatchu need Jakobi? You need me to come get you from somewhere?” 

“Nah, some girl at Oscasio is mad tight with a transfer to Visions, Kori or sumn, asked me to hook y’all up. Her friend said she had some big-ass brown eyes and medium brown skin and cornrows in a zig-zag pattern and wears them legend blue retro 11s,” 

“Ain’t looking for a girl man, and you know this,” 

“Not like that, I’m sayin just to have someone on your side in that bougie ass school,” 

“You said her name was what?” 

“Kori I think,” 

“Oh,” 

“Oh?” he mocked “Fuck you mean ‘oh’? I’m over here finding you someone to eat lunch witchyo grumpy ass and all you wanna say is ‘Oh’? Well fuck you too nigga, damn,” 

“It ain’t even like that bruh, I was just takin in her name bruh,” 

“Since when you takin names like that?” 

“Since it’s 11 pm and I was listening to music on vinyl tryna put my ass to bed,” 

“Oh, you all domesticated now?” 

“It’s called a right hook to the jaw, stupid,” 

“Aight, man, I gotchu. Sleep good,” 

“Yeah, whatever, you need anything?” 

“Nah, that’s all,”  

“You said what? Blue retro 11s?” 

“Yeah, them light blue joints with the gummy soles”

“Aight then, see you,” 

“Damn right, you will,” 

Miles’ ear is met with the dial tone and he slumps back into bed, stretching under the covers, listening to whatever vinyl his dad used to play at night. The ringing in his ear had lulled to a dull ache, the left side of his face sore, but not hurt enough to bruise. 

“Kori. Aight then.”  

“Kori, right?” 

Jumping out of her skin, they turn. 

“Yeah,” She clears her throat “I’m Kori. Who are you?” 

“Miles,” 

“Oh,” 

“Tight Js,” 

“StockX,” 

“Them niggas too expensive on there,”  

Tension immediately disintegrates from her shoulders when she hears his slight Brooklyn drawl and what’s no doubt a nuyorican accent. 

“You needa get em when they first drop, then that's retail price without the upcharge,” 

“What are you, some sorta sneakerhead?” 

“Self-proclaimed,” She shrugs 

“Figures, they still white as hell,”  

“I’m Taino,” She cocks her head to the side, gesturing to her skin and cornrows. 

“The shoes I mean,” 

“Oh,”  

“Yeah,” 

“You said your names, Kori, right?” 

“K dot,” 

“Like Kendrick Lamar?” 

“I did it first,” 

“Yeah, whatever, nice to meet you,” 

“You too,” 

Pulling his lips into a loose smile, Miles walks down the hall towards his next class, a small wave in Kori’s direction and he’s gone. 

Miles. 

She liked how he complimented her shoes immediately, most people here don’t pay any mind to them. Liked how he was like her in the sense that he liked, or at least knew of, Kendrick Lamar, liked how the conversation flowed naturally with him and he probably spoke Spanish too. It felt good to them, to know that she wasn’t alone in this huge school and to know that this twin-tailed ass nigga probably was a good person. What kind of monster compliments retro 11s? She doesn’t think Ted Bundy did such a thing, she didn’t believe it though. People usually don’t approach them without a reason, but it seemed like Miles did. Cool and casual as if he didn’t want anything from her, which was weird. What did he care about her? 

“Miles,” She whispers to herself “Aight then.” 

a/n: sooooooo? worth the wait? lmk if this something yall want me to continue!

taglist: @nagi3seastorm @lunarfleur @milesmolasses @hearts4hobie @kombuuuu @hummusxx @n1cole-ghost (lmk if u wanna be on the taglist, i think i'm gonna make a form!)

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[spirits-art-blog]

Time for some qsmp egg designs! Since I was working off of the idea that dragons adapt and change to look similar to their caregivers before they hatch, it was really difficult for some eggs since I don't know most of the members of the server + Pomme and Richarlyson have more than two parents. I also based the spots on their shells on their favorite colors, which was also difficult since the wiki doesn't have them all listed.

Anyways I'm glad with how these turned out.

Leaving explanations for all the design choices below for anyone curious.

Some basic details about the eggs, so far their colors have not completely set in so some of their original purple coloring can still be seen; this is most notable for Tilin, JuanaFlippa, and Trump, who all died before their new colors could get past their shells. All of the eggs started out quadrupedal but quickly adapted to stand on their hind legs as well as adapting to have opposable thumbs allowing them to pick up and use items.

Tallulah: Starting off, she has hair coming from the top of her head and the tip of her tail, the color and style are from Wilbur, however she hasn't seen much of his avian form so the positioning actually comes from Phil. Speaking of Phil, because she has been under his care for quite a while she has also gained many traits from him, such as an extra talon on the side of her heels and pin feathers sprouting from her front legs/arms. Her scales have also started changing to an orange hue, similar to that of my Wilbur's markings, and her secondary colors are a darker green because of Phil.

Bobby: Bobby is my favorite egg but gave me a lot of trouble due to not really knowing much about Roier so he pulls a lot of traits from Jaiden and the common traits of the fandom's designs. Like Tallulah he has pin feathers coming from his arms and extra talons, however his talons are on the back if his heel. Like Jaiden, he has a feathers on the tip of his tail. While his secondary is a lilac from Jaiden's influence his main color is a duller blue as the fandom has convinced me that he would've been blue if he got to hatch. I had drawn him alive for this, but once dead, he would have a large hole in his shell just under his overalls.

Chayanne: Probably the easiest design as his traits are about the same as Tallulah's. His tail feathers however are both shaped and patterned like Phil's own tail feathers. His scales are also green and gold to match Phil's clothing. Now that Missa is back, Chayanne's secondary may start to change into a purple/blue or, after he hatches, he may gain bone markings. Leonarda: Unfortunately most of her design comes from Foolish, such as her webbed feet, finned tail, and gold and silver coloring, the best I could figure out to add some of Vegetta's influence was to have the silver be more purple than the blue that Foolish has.

Ramon: Honestly just made Ramón shades of brown since I couldn't figure out much colorwise form Fit. However he does have other features such as a longer tail than most of the eggs, plus he is also the largest of his siblings. His iconic mustache is also made up of his larger spots, which he uniquely has white spots over top of the brown ones.

Dapper: Dapper was also an easy egg design since Bbh is his only parent, so I gave him the typical black and red palette as well as a longer tail with long fur coming from the bottom. His design might change a bit as I eventually figure out my design for Bbh.

Richarlyson: I'll be honest, I kinda gave up, I don't really know enough about the brazilian streamers to add any specific feature, so for color he is made up of a light green with alternating yellow and a dark green. He is also the only egg with spines running down his back, however they aren't sharp at all yet.

Pomme: While Pomme also has the problem of having many parents, I've seen her the most around Baghera, who has a very distinct look. So because of this, Pomme has many duck features, such as tail feathers, pin feathers on her arms, webbing between her toes, an extra talon on the back of her heel, and her main scale color being a more pastel yellow. For main colors, I decided to take the main color from the other french members, make the pastel, and have them alternate on Pomme.

Tilín: Like father like son, Tilín is, or at least would have been, very blue. He doesn't have any duck features due to his death being so early and that I also haven't decided if I want Quackity to be an avian or not. Tilín is also the smallest egg. :)

JuanaFlippa: Once again, due to dying so early, she wasn't able to develop a lot of traits or color. The traits she did get was a longer tail and she would've been a light green with yellow accents.

Trump: Unlike Tilín or JuanaFlippa who have large cracks in their shells to represent their deaths, Trump's shell has become soft and discolored, to the point his spots' original color cant be determined, to represent his death to neglect. Because of this, his limbs are thinner, tail is shorter and his scales are duller; any possible change in his colors is barely noticeable.

[danteatlas]

DUSTLINGS IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER

Elise (She/They), Bridget (She/Her), Aldric (He/Him), Sinew (She/They/It), and Wilrick (He/Stone/Stoneself) are excited too!

Dustlings by Dante Atlas is out for pre-order now! So what can you expect? What is it about?

Dustlings is a clean and wholesome fantasy romance novel, and a journey of self rediscovery. Bridget, having just ended a long term relationship with her boyfriend Jason, ends up in a magical world after falling through a portal and off of a cliff on her parents' property. She must navigate this new world, on top of being newly disabled, on top of trying to get home undiscovered.

In this new world, she must rely on others, whether it's trusting them to keep her secret or helping carry her on her journey. She's offered fresh perspective, and uncovers a history she couldn't have learned anywhere else.

I'll be releasing character profiles and more information as the time comes (and as I get them done) so look forward to those!

Art Credit, ID, and pre-order link under the cut. Is that still how it works? Do people still say "under the cut?"

[ID/ A group photo of the Dustlings cast sitting all together on a stone brick wall in the warm golden glow of an evening sky. They are all holding and drinking from wooden tankards as they appear to be celebrating and enjoying each other's company. All of them appear to have their pinkies up to make the whole thing fancier.

From left to right:

Elise is a tall orc woman with bronze skin, dark blue hair styled into an undercut, long pointed ears that stick out from her head and blue eyes. She is wearing a plum colored shirt with light blue trim and black pants as she straddles the wall and reclines with one eye on the group and her cup raised to her lips.

Bridget is a small white woman with light brown hair, brown eyes and a big smile on her face as she holds her drink in both hands. She wears a light blue shirt and jeans, along with some sensible black hiking shoes. She's laughing and leaning into Aldric as they share a little moment together.

Aldric is a tall elf with pale yellow skin and long flowing lilac purple hair, his long ears are pointed up as he laughs and leans into Bridget with one arm around her and the other bringing his cup to knock into hers. He is seated with his legs on the opposite side of the wall and his drink appears to be rainbow colored in the cup, some kind of fancy elven drink surely. He wears a simple white linen shirt, black pants and black gloves.

Sinew, my beloved, is a tiny red goblin standing up on the wall and ready to cause trouble with her two cups raised triumphantly over her head and ready to spill at any moment. Her design is based around a poison dart frog, red with black spots and the extremities of her body dipped entirely in black. Her hair is a shaggy black mullet styled Lesbianly, her ears stick straight out from the sides of her head, she wears a simple white tank top and brown pants. It's little feet grip the wall with self assured force, but even so, Wilrick's hand firmly grasps her to prevent her falling.

Wilrick is a handsome, short and stocky dwarf with purple/plum undertones to his skin. He has long indigo hair and beard which reaches the middle of his back and his beard is braided at some points, though largely obscured by his drink in a birch wood cup. He wears a simple brown linen shirt, vest, black pants and boots and the hands that holds the cup, like the rest of them, has his pinky straight in the air. Despite the impending chaos to his left, he appears to be at ease as he enjoys the evening. /END ID]

Art and Art ID by @souptomatobasil

Characters, Dustlings, and Writing by me!

Pre-order NYOW here

[eschercaine]

About the parentage of the three Velaryon princes...

Just my rant. If you don’t like it, back out now.

The House of the Dragon producers made the Velaryons black and changed Rhaenys’ hair color to make it obvious that Rhaenyra’s children were bastards.

The Velaryons shares the Valryian look of the Targaryens.

House Velaryon is of Valyrian descent, and its members often have Valyrian features, such as silver-gold or silver hair and purple eyes. Some Velaryons have blue eyes. — Fire & Blood, The Sons of the Dragon

In contrast to the tv show, book!Rhaenys has black hair because she inherited it from her mother, Jocelyn Baratheon.

Rhaenys was a great beauty. She had black hair and lilac eyes. By the time she was fifty-five, she had a lean, lined face and her black hair was streaked with white. — Although The Princess and the Queen, published in 2013, stated that Rhaenys had silver hair, this has been changed for the publication of Fire & Blood, where she is described to have had black hair, like other Baratheon descendants.

Jace, Luke, and Joffrey could’ve inherited their dark hair from either or both their parents. Laenor’s maternal grandmother is a Baratheon. However, we have no knowledge about Corlys’ parents. Rhaenyra’s maternal grandfather was an Arryn.

Regarding Harwin Strong, the alleged father of the Velaryon princes, we don’t know the color of his hair or eyes or the shape of his nose, so we can’t actually confirm that he resembled the children. The book asks us to assume they looked like him because the accusations were made in the first place.

Breakbones was said to be the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms in his day. He was described as being massive and redoubtable. — Fire & Blood, Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession

The only confirmed member of the House Strong whose hair color we know is Lucamore the Lusty, once a member of the Kingsguard.

Lucamore was described as an amiable, strapping, broad-shouldered, young blond bull. He was a great favorite of the smallfolk in tourneys and was well loved at court. — Fire & Blood, The Long Reign - Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progency, and Pain

...and he’s blonde.

About the accusations, wasn’t it Vaemond Velaryon and the Greens started those rumors?

With his trueborn children dead, by law his lands and titles should pass to his grandson Jacaerys… but since Jace would presumably ascend the Iron Throne after his mother, Princess Rhaenyra urged her good-father to name instead her second son, Lucerys. Lord Corlys also had half a dozen nephews, however, and the eldest of them, Ser Vaemond Velaryon, protested that the inheritance by rights should pass to him… on the grounds that Rhaenyra’s sons were bastards sired by Harwin Strong. The princess was not slow in answering this charge. She dispatched Prince Daemon to seize Ser Vaemond, had his head removed, and fed his carcass to her dragon. — The Rogue Prince

Yes, what Rhaenyra did to Vaemond was cruel. But she’d been made the subject of these rumors for 6 years by the Greens, and it had gotten to a point where Alicent and her children were taking them as fact and using them as justification to attack her sons.

Imagine that Rhaenyra’s children were legitimate. How should she have responded? Vaemond openly declared that he was going to oppose the legitimacy of both the heir to the throne and his future liege lord for very self-serving reasons.

Perhaps I’m just reaching here, but what if the Velaryon princes indeed had a Valyrian looks but were written down as having brown hair and brown eyes to demonize Rhaenyra? To show that she’s unfit to rule because she birthed three illegitimate children?

After all, Grand Maester Mellos was in charge of writing the court chronicles during King Viserys’ reign before dying and also a Green supporter.

In 120 AC, Mellos in his writings is the one that suggested that the fire at Harrenhal that killed Lord Lyonel Strong and his heir, Ser Harwin Strong, was ordered by Viserys. Mellos implies that the king had come to accept the rumors that his grandchildren by his daughter, Rhaenyra, were really bastards sired by Harwin, thus he desired to keep the truth concealed and kill the man who had dishonored his daughter. — Fire & Blood, Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession

I enjoy watching Game of Thrones: Histories and Lore. So when I began to watch the story about the Targaryen civil war, I’m quite interested.

These are the Velaryon princes, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey plus Aegon the Younger and Viserys.

This is Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

I’m quite interested that they all have silver-blonde hair instead of brown hair. Or perhaps it’s just an error on the colorist’s part.

[sideralwriting]

Feysand Month 2022

Day 1 prompt: Fairy tale AU.

Chosen tale: Cupid and Psyche.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none

Notes: this is the first fanfic I publish since 2016 and it is the very first for this fandom. Have fun!

The roaring of the waves against the rocks reached Feyre’s ears even up there. The weed at the edge of the cliff was slippery while the storm approached. Her parents had left her on that cliff alone.

Feyre’s beauty was stunning, so impressive that she was considered to be the reincarnation of the Mother herself. So grand, that even Amarantha heard of it and was jealous of the girl. Amarantha was known as the most beautiful and terrifying female in all of Prythian, one who aimed to be considered a true goddess as there were millennia before. In her obsession of beauty and power, Amarantha cursed Feyre to marry the darkest and hateful being in the fae realm. Feyre’s parents were rulers themselves of the Mortal Lands, but even them had no power over fate or curses and decided to do as the old Queen said.

And now here she was, accepting her destiny to save her family from Amarantha’s attention. She was alone but she won’t be scared. Maybe marrying the foulest beast and dying was far better than being adored and paraded everywhere she went.

The wind became kinder, blowing her skirts westward, dull gray clouds passing above over Feyer’s head. She pivoted as she felt a hand clasping her shoulder. A beautiful male was standing behind her, dark brown hair moving on the wind, watching her with wary hazel eyes. Enormous wings spread behind him, a sword sheathed between his wings and a huge sapphire on the chest of a combat suit, but all about him was beautiful. Only his outline was… blurry? Is he a ghost? But he has wings. Is he the one she has to marry? She doesn’t understand, he’s not at all a beast. Is he a crazy ghost then? 

The male bowed to the waist, his voice flat and cold as the blowing wind: “Hail, princess. I’m Azriel and I’ll be the one to escort you to your spouse” he announced before taking her stretched hand into a scarred one, tugging her at his chest and soaring through the sky.

The moonstone palace on the peak of the mountain became visible from afar glowing white in the dying sun. Feyre and Azriel landed on the polished white marble floor of a big hall surrounded by arches with no windows in sight to stop the wind. Sheer lilac curtains of gossamer hung between the arches, framing the sun setting behind the mountains and the first stars to appear. She had no idea where she was, but the view. Oh, the view. If only she could paint it. This was her torment for the rest of her life, wasn't it? Being surrounded by complete beauty but being unable to celebrate it. Feyre was so entranced by the landscape that she didn't hear Azriel flying off an arched balcony on the other side of the hall as two other figures approached from one of the biggest arches that lead into the palace itself.

"Greetings, my lady" told a chorus of two voices next to Feyre.

The princess looked at her left where the voices came from and she met two figures of shadow and smoke.

"We are your servants in the palace", they added, "we have a warm bath waiting for you and dinner will be ready soon. Make haste, please, or everything will turn cold".

And so she did and enjoyed every last bit of it.

She was almost asleep in her cream-and-purple bedroom, when the shadows grew bigger near an archway. They moved toward the bed, startling her as she sat up straight between the blankets. Was it another servant? She didn't see anything nor anyone with shadows so black to mix with the landscape outside the room. Not even the moon and stars could brighten it.

The night covered the bed and surrounded Feyre.

Something… no, someone sat near her, taking her right hand and putting a feather-like kiss on her knuckles.

"Welcome, Feyre darling" the voice, male, murmured, "my name is Rhysand and I am your husband".

The voice was velvet soft, a caress to her senses that made her feel awake. But there was something she needed to know.

"Are you going to kill me, Rhysand?"

The voice turned solemn: "I won't. I swear. But there is someone who wants that."

"Amarantha." It was barely a whisper in the dark but she shivered at the name of the female who changed her life.

"Yes", a thumb ran up her arm soothing her goosebumps, "For a cruel twist of fate my court and I are bound to her and she delights in using my powers"

"Are you the beast she cursed me to marry? What did she do to you to end up like this?"

The shadows around her, dancing on her skin, seemed to stop at the word "beast", but that could only be her imagination. She knew how this first night of marriage was going to continue, but she couldn't believe that Rhysand was her husband. He didn't sound foul, nor bad in general only… sad. Longing for something.

She stretched an arm in front of her without seeing it and felt Rhysand's chest right in front of her. His breath caught, he was as still as a statue as she explored his body: warm and fit and strong. She caressed his cheek and he angled his head into the touch. He seemed to be human, the usual male body.

Getting closer to him, she threaded her fingers between short hair, breathing his scent of sea salt and lemon.

Rhysand's hands roamed like hers did but more carefully, studying Feyre as if he could see her. He nudged her neck with his nose and stopped again as soon as she started moving a finger against his wings

"I-I am that beast. My power is huge and frightening, but she tricked me using my family as bait", Rhysand explained, "and actually we have the same problem in common, this situation aside". His tone became lighter.

"Hmm, which is?"

"We are too stunning for our own good" he joked and the laugh that left Feyre's lips was so clear and unexpected that the darkness cleared enough: she could get a glimpse of her husband's face, stars dancing in his purple eyes and a fond smirk on his lips.

[lilac-nites]

[Image ID: The first picture on the left is a black woman with natural kinky hair. She is using a lilac phone to take a picture of her outfit She has two red velvet ribbons with pearls hanging from them in the left side of her hair. She is wearing pearl earrings with a white stand collar blouse and a burgundy cardigan. She has a beige and white gingham jsk with a two ribbons halfway down the skirt. She is wearing white socks and black platform mary janes. The second picture on the right is a floral teacup with blue accents on a saucer with the same pattern on it. There is a small teaspoon next to the cup. The teacup has milky brown tea in it. The bottom image is dark purple text saying "DNI if you're a Kink/Ageplay/Little Blog" on a white background with blue-purple florals. End Image ID]

Happy ILD!

I wasn't up for socializing this weekend and ended up making Winter ILD more of a lonelita celebration. I used a poofier petticoat than I usually do for my coords to mark the occasion. I ran errands and went to my parents' house to do my mom's makeup. My parents were very amused by lolita since it was the first time they've every seen me wear it. Then, I ended the day by having Masala Chai tea by myself.

I put more details on my site. It's plain for now but I'm still working on adding to it where possible.

Outfit Details:

Red Velvet Bows with Pearls (not pictured): Elisabeth Ribbon

Blouse & Cardigan: AtePie

JSK: Metamorphose

Socks: Innocent World

Shoes: Koi Footwear

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Bouquet

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: For as long as he could remember, someone has given him at least one bouquet after every performance he's ever had. Viktor thinks that it's high time he figure out who it is. Warnings: Mentions of possible stalkers Word Count: 4,710 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

Archive link!

A/N: Here's the next installment! I wanted to include the meaning I found for all the flowers in here so that it makes more sense when you read it. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Flower index: Acanthus (arts), Canterbury bells (acknowledgement), amethyst (admiration), white pink (talent), southernwood (bantering), musk roses (charming), american cowslip (divine beauty), purple lilac (first love), Deep red carnation (Alas! For my poor heart), yellow acacia (secret love), fennel (worthy of all praise), peach blossom (I am your captive), Arum lily (magnificent beauty), blue periwinkle (early friendship), red tulip (love confession), Coneflower (health), laburnum (pensive beauty), lily of the valley (return of happiness), snowdrops (gratitude), laurestina (I die if neglected), ambrosia (love returned)

flower language - mission fic - pet/child acquisition - "why are you?" - sunshine - fantasy/medieval/dark knights of steel au

The first time that Viktor got a bouquet that was from someone outside of his family, it was in his early college days.

He had joined the college orchestra as he minored in their music program and majored in teaching. It wasn’t a career that was going to pay a lot, he knew that, but he’d have plenty of opportunities no matter where he went and he’d be doing both of the things that he loved so he pressed on with it. His mother and father had been very supportive of it, as they had been with all of his musical pursuits growing up. They were both professional swimmers, and while they had hit it big enough to get into the Olympics and give him a steady childhood, neither of them were shy to the harsh realities of picking a non-typical job.

The college orchestra was small and intimate because not many people that were pursuing the music program there played an instrument that could be easily worked in. They played a few concerts where all the proceeds went to helping them or funding certain trips that they wanted to make to see bigger orchestras and performers. Mostly they helped give the theater company that worked with the college some more authenticity. The theater manager always said that live music had a bigger effect on the audience that the pre-recorded stuff, so they knew that they always had something that they could do there.

Viktor hadn’t been performing with them for very long because it had taken him a lot of time to get the courage to audition. He had immediately slotted into second chair violin only because the senior holding first chair was going to be graduating in a month. As soon as she graduated and had to leave the orchestra, he rose up in the ranks without having to prove himself with another audition.

The bouquet came after a play where he was brought up to the edge of the stage to play. He had never gotten stage fright, too used to having to say things to big crowds of people because of his parents' careers. The nerves mostly came from his anxiety about being able to play it correctly. He didn’t want to ruin the performance that so many of the actors had been looking forward to for so long.

They had brought him up and he had played his piece, which had gone perfectly. He hadn’t been in anyone’s way and several of the actors from the show sought him out after their parts had been finished to tell him how lovely it was to have him included in what they were doing. That by itself was enough to make him fall in love with the idea of theater and continue working with them. 

He had only been more confirmed into that idea when Ben had come to find him. Viktor had been standing near the green room while trying to calm some of his anxiety from earlier. He had his head pressed back against the cool painted cement of the backstage area so that he could lower his internal body temperature. He always felt like he developed a fever when he was nervous, so the cool radiating off of the stone was very welcome.

“Did you know that you have a dressing room?” Ben asked. He folded his hands behind him as he fell back against the wall as well. Ben was majoring in art and minoring in music, something that he refused to explain to anyone. He played a cello and was the best friend that Viktor had at the university, the official best friend title going to Diego who attended the police academy at the city limits.

“I did,” Viktor replied with a small nod. “What about it?”

“I got overwhelmed by being in the green room between everyone else and went to hide out in it. I figured that you wouldn’t mind since you were going to be up on stage anyway. Just wanted a place to read and I would never go through your stuff,” Ben quickly explained.

The smaller man reached over and shoved his arm affectionately. “I know that you’re stalling. You know I’m not the type of person to get bent out of shape about sharing a space with my friend,” he teased.

Ben relaxed a little bit. He turned his head towards the dressing room and then pushed himself up off of the wall. He and Viktor may have only known each other for about six months, but it was still easy to see what he wanted. The duo slowly made their way down the hall so that they were standing in the doorway to the dressing room that Viktor had been given since he actually had a part in this play and needed a secluded space to tune before the performances.

“What is it?” Viktor asked, confused about why he had been dragged away from his spot and his thoughts for seemingly nothing.

Ben pointed to the little table in the corner of the dressing room. Between the afternoon matinee and the evening performance Viktor had left his violin there since he knew it would be safe, but it had been empty when he left to go up on stage. The blanket that he had been using to sit on while he was in there alone was untouched other than the book that Ben had left on it. The bag with his clothes in it was just as he left it as well. “When I got up to go to the bathroom that wasn’t there but it was when I came back,” the taller man explained awkwardly.

In the center of the little table was a small vase containing a bouquet. Viktor wasn’t exactly unknowledgeable when it came to receiving flowers for things that he had done. His parents had loved to do it whenever he had a performance in high school, even if it was the ones that could be purchased at the front of the supermarket. These had obviously been chosen with a lot more care.

The main part of the bouquet, the part that took up the most space, was white carnations. Sprinkled throughout was amethyst flowers and canterbury bells that added a pop of delicate purple in between the large white petals. The surrounding flowers that were ringing the edge of the whole arrangement were acanthus, which made the colors inside shine because they were so muted.

“This is lovely,” Viktor whispered as he walked over and picked it up. There was a note tied around the pretty ribbon that was keeping all of the flowers together inside of the water-filled vase. Viktor held it in between his fingers as he flipped it over.

“What does it say?” Ben asked as he came to look at it over Viktor’s shoulder.

“It says ‘I hope that your performance today goes wonderfully, it certainly did in rehearsal’,” Viktor read off. He turned to face his friend as he set the flowers back down on the table where he had picked them up from. “Do you think that it was someone on the cast?”

“Well the note certainly suggests that,” Ben shrugged. He winced when he heard his phone go off in his pocket, which alerted him to the fact that they were both going to be expected in the pit soon. The flowers and who they belonged to were mostly forgotten as they rushed off to get into their spots before they were missed.

---

The second bouquet came during his senior year performance. He had managed to hold the first chair position in the orchestra the entire time that he was participating, which meant that his leaving was kind of a big deal. 

He had been nervous since the beginning of the day. He knew a lot of people that he cared a lot about were going to be coming so that they could hear him play. His parents had flown in from Russia where they had been staying during the past six months to take care of his grandparents in their last years. Most of his friends from the music and teaching program were coming when they could get the time off work and classes. Of course all of the orchestra friends he had made were going to be attending since they would be playing alongside him. Diego had even managed to get the night off so that he could take Viktor out for dinner with his parents after it was all over.

As a joke, the orchestra conductor had given Viktor a dressing room, which was really just a changing stall that they had moved from the back of the theater when it was being remodeled a month beforehand. They had decorated it with a bunch of sweet pictures from their years together and programs from all of the performances that they had already put on.

It was something that he had almost cried about before he had gone on stage, but then he had gotten into the mindset that he always did when he was performing so that thought had been put out of his mind. After everything had been played and every last bow had been taken, Viktor returned back to the little dressing room that they had made for him. He was reeling from how well everything had gone, the only hiccup being that the pianist came in a little bit later than he was supposed to to accompany them on their first song. Viktor was able to forgive that very quickly though because over the last several years that they had been working together he had developed quite the crush on Five, not that he would ever be bold enough to act on it.

He could hear some of the others coming over to him so that they could wish him well as he graduated and they all stopped seeing each other. They all had classes and jobs and other pieces that they had to worry about learning, so they’d be going pretty soon. It was bittersweet, knowing that he was one step closer to doing what he wanted with his life but also losing so many people that he adored.

He opened the dressing room stall so that he could stash his violin in it and then focus on talking with his friends but then he paused. Another vase was sitting directly in the center of the floor, flowers basically bursting out of it in their hurry to show off their beauty.

This time, the bouquet was primarily made out of musk roses with cowslips scattered amongst them. There were four or five acanthus and purple lilacs each, which mixed the cool hues of the deep pinks and dark reds with some brown and popping purple. The very edge was ringed southernwood that was just purple enough that it pulled the bouquet together without being distracting.

“What’s this?” Ben asked as he walked up behind his friend and then saw what Viktor had been staring at. “Woah, this one’s even bigger than the one that you got when we were freshman.”

“I know,” he whispered. He knelt down beside it and flipped over the little card tied to the outside of the vase so that he could see what it said. “It just says ‘I’ll miss you’. No name, number, address, explanation, anything.”

“Well not a lot of bouquets come with a spelled out explanation. I think most of them are given as congratulations for a performance. And it’s perfectly usual for someone to give someone else flowers as a going away present,” Ben reasoned. He fished his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of the flowers, no doubt to send it to Fei or Klaus, his best friend and boyfriend respectively. 

“They’re not your usual flowers though, are they?” Viktor asked as he looked them over again. He wasn’t very knowledgeable on flower language outside of what he remembered from a brief obsession as a child and pop culture references. He wasn’t given a lot of time to think about it either as the rest of his friends quickly approached them and he was dragged away from the dressing room for the celebration of his graduation from college orchestra.

---

The third bouquet that was more than what his parents brought him whenever they were in town for a performance was one that he remembered very fondly. 

He had kept playing even after he graduated college and left that specific orchestra. The first thing that he had done once he had his degree was get a job with a local high school, teaching orchestra and sometimes choir just like he wanted to. He lived in an apartment with Diego and Ben since the former was working as a police officer around the city and the latter was working on getting a steady job going so that he could move in with his long-term boyfriend.

The second thing that Viktor had done after graduating was look for another orchestra that he could play with. He knew that it was a little presumptuous to think that he would get into the best one in The City on his first try when he had only ever played in college and never professionally, but he had auditioned anyway because Klaus had been there to egg him on. To his surprise, and no one else’s, he had gotten in.

He had risen in the ranks in the last year so that he was playing at second chair and got a lot of the solos that were played by someone in the orchestra other than the first chair. It was invigorating to be able to perform with a group as talented and passionate as that one. He had adored his college orchestra, but they weren’t the best of the best the way that his current one was.

They finished up another one of the winter performances that they had been doing for the last two weeks and Viktor immediately began to pack up. He usually liked to hang back with some of the others so that he could talk with them and get to know them better as they were all very kind and he enjoyed their company. Today he had to rush so that he could get back to the school by the time that he needed to tutor the kids that came in on the weekends for extra help. It was something that he also enjoyed doing, but on Saturdays where he had a matinee it left him feeling a little bit discombobulated. 

He made his way down to the green room, where he was going to leave his violin until he came back for the evening show. He paused when he saw a very familiar shaped vase sitting on the center table. He slowly approached it and then turned over the tag that was around the bouquet. It was only when he saw that his name was on one side and a small note was on the other that he let himself take in what it looked like.

Five peach blossom branches were sticking up in the very center of the bouquet, striking and beautiful with their delicate pink color. Surrounding them was a deep red carnation and yellow acacia assortment that was only broken up now and again by stalks of green fennel. The card itself read: I thought that this afternoon’s performance was wonderful, I can’t wait to see you ascend the ranks of this orchestra like you deserve.

He couldn’t help but wonder who had sent him these. He knew that on some level he should feel creeped out that someone had managed to follow him all the way from college to this performance, but he didn’t. They had never tried to send flowers to his home nor had they ever approached him in person. It was possible that whoever was doing it was one of his friends, trying to make him feel better or even his parents not wanting to admit that they had spent so much money on something as small as flowers. He knew logically that it wasn’t either of those options because he should have been able to figure out who the handwriting belonged to, but it was the only explanation that he could think of.

“What are those?” Sloane asked as she entered into the greenroom and walked over to him. She played base with her fiance and had quickly befriended Viktor when he began to play in their orchestra. 

“Just some flowers. They’re from the same place that I used to get bouquets from before I graduated from college,” he said as he handed it over.

She turned it over and looked at all of the flowers. “It’s a very… interesting arrangement. I didn’t even think that anyone would have fennel to put in a vase.”

Viktor laughed. None of the bouquets that he had ever gotten from this secret admirer of his had ever been traditional. The closest that they had gotten was when they had been primarily a stereotypical bouquet flower like the musk roses, but even then it was still full of non-traditional flowers. “I think they all mean something,” he said after a moment of thinking about it.

“Do you know what they mean?” Sloane asked as she brushed the tips of her fingers over the peach blossoms.

“I know what they are,” he shrugged and shook his head. He wished that he had invested more in figuring out flower language before he had gotten his next bouquet. After the last one, he had been distracted and then he kept meaning to but he was too wound up with all of the activity that came with moving and getting a job.

“Shit, I have to go,” Viktor swore as he looked down at his watch. “Do you think that you could keep an eye on those for me? I’ll bring them home after tonight’s performance but I don’t think that they would do well in the cold of my car while I tutor a bunch of kids so that they play Jingle Bells a little less poorly.”

Sloane laughed. She knew that Viktor cared deeply for his students and that he thought they had great potential, but no one every played amazingly well when they were in high school orchestra. “I can do that. Have fun and be safe!”

Viktor gave her a quick wave as he darted out of the room so that he could make it to his class before the students began to get anxious. He almost ran directly into someone that looked familiar to his college days, but he figured that he had just been thinking too much about the other bouquets and was mistaken. He completely forgot about looking up the flower language to find out what the gift had meant and who it might be from.

---

The fourth was one that he hadn’t been expecting to get. He was very disappointed by that fact because he had been looking forward to getting the little gifts. During that specific string of performances he had been receiving little single flowers in the same vase that he left in his dressing room for that exact purpose. When he left to go on stage it would be empty, and when he came back it would have cloudy water and a single flower sitting inside of it.

He had gotten a arum lily first, then a blue periwinkle, and lastly a red tulip. He had been told that there was a flower the night that he had to take off because he was too sick to come but he hadn’t been told what it was. Helen had also mentioned something about the gentleman that had dropped them off but she absolutely refused to tell Viktor who it was or if he had said anything when he did so. She had always been like that, even before Viktor had tried out for the first chair and gotten it despite her holding it without competition for years up to that point.

Knowing that whoever his secret admirer was had passed the check that his friends and fellow musicians had done on him was reassuring. Something had been sinking in his gut every time that he thought about the bouquets that he was being brought. He switched between thinking that it was his common sense kicking him and telling him that this was something that he should be concerned about and his brain trying to tell him that he had forgotten something without letting him know what it was supposed to be.

He had to miss the second to last day of performances because he had spiked a fever overnight from working himself too hard. He had stayed home and slept for about forty eight hours at the stern direction of his best friend and roommate, which meant that he felt well enough to play one show by the time that he woke up.

The show had gone well and the crowd had been overjoyed with the solo that he played in the middle. It was something that he would never forget, even if the back of his mind was filled with sadness and disappointment that he wasn’t going to see what came out of the gifts that he had been receiving. It felt a little silly to be put out about not getting flowers, but he let himself have it since he was complimented so little.

He made his way up to the green room where the orchestra had been stationed and collected his coat before he checked by the dressing room that he had been using. It was easier for him to change in there instead of with the rest of the orchestra, especially since it was usually empty. Not a lot of theaters booked another performance group when the orchestra was doing their spring shows and rehearsals there. During the winter it was packed, with a performance happening almost every single minute of every single day until Christmas when the Nutcracker was performed by the ballet company and then the theater workers went home for the holidays.

A smile spread across his face as he realized that he had finally found a place where he was comfortable enough to notice little things like that. He had always felt kind of out of place when he was a child because of how often his parents had moved around when he was younger. He was constantly being shipped off to live with different relatives when they were doing their seasons, sometimes even to other countries. He had been living in not only New York, but The City for long enough that he had begun to notice things like the pattern of the theater.

The smile stretched over his face only got wider when he noticed that there was a gift waiting for him on the table despite his absence from the performance the day before. He quickly walked up to it and flipped the card over to make sure that his name was neatly printed on one side before he read the message on the other. “‘Get well soon’, that’s sweet,” he mumbled to himself before he took in what the flowers were.

The main flower in the mix was coneflowers, but they were all different colors so that it was a rainbow. There were lily of the valleys scattered carefully throughout, delicate and white in between the sturdier colors. The vase had five laburnum flowers draped over the sides so that it shed a couple of delicate yellow petals on the table that it had been set down on.

Viktor assured himself that he was going to learn flower language and figure out what his secret admirer had been trying to tell him for years now. He couldn’t let this continue without being aware of what he was receiving.

---

The fifth was one that he made himself. He had special ordered a lot of the flowers that he was going to use after pouring over a book about flower language for longer than he wanted to admit. 

It had taken them a month to get all of the flowers that he wanted, but in the end they were all there. He had taken specific care to make sure that the flowers meant exactly what he wanted them to. If he only had once chance to do this and the person that had been sending him the gifts for long was already knowledgeable on the subject then Viktor really didn’t want to fuck it up.

It certainly wasn’t as pretty as a lot of the bouquets that he had received, but the meaning behind it was very poignant. The bouquet was made up primarily of ambrosia flowers with a few laurestina popping out from between them. Snowdrops ringed the very edge of the vase that they were in since they were supposed to be the background message.

His nerves were bothering him more than they had since his first day at university. He knew that he shouldn’t have been nervous because it was very easy to parse out who had been sending him the gifts when he did a little bit of snooping and knew what they meant, but he was still anxious that he had somehow singled out the wrong person. He didn’t want to have wasted a bunch of money for a love confession that was going to be shot down or possibly wasted on the wrong person, both of which would ruin his friendship with them.

He steeled himself as he walked down the long corridor of the university. He knocked on the door to the office that he was going to enter before he was bade to do so. The handle clung to his hand in his body’s last desperate attempt to get him to chicken out on what he was planning to do. He ignored it and entered, closing the door behind him so that it would be harder for him to turn and run when he finished. 

He walked over to Five’s desk and and set the vase of flowers down. He and Five had kept in contact after they graduated college, though Five stuck around so that he could work as a teacher’s assistant until he got his doctorate and could work at the university himself as he had already been promised a spot there. They hadn’t gotten closer than they had been when they were in college, only talking when one of them found something to send to the other, but that was mostly because Viktor didn’t allow himself to be closer. He was nervous about doing that in the same way that he had been nervous in bringing in the bouquet in. He didn’t want to destroy a friendship that he cherished because of feelings that had festered inside of him since he was a wet-behind-the-ears teenager.

“Viktor? To what do I owe the pleasure?” Five asked as he set his red pen down to look up at the other man.

“This,” Viktor replied as he turned the vase so that Five’s attention as going to be brought back to it.

The taller of the two tilted his head down so that he could see what it was. When he looked back up towards Viktor, the other took the leap and then leaned down to connect their lips together. Five immediately responded by reaching up so that he could cup the back of Viktor’s head so that he could bring him closer.

They snapped apart when they both had to breathe. “I figured out that it was you because Lila’s parents own a flower shop and the two of you have known each other for years. Why did you never tell me?”

“I guess I was just scared to actually say it with words,” Five replied after a moment of thinking.

Viktor let out a small laugh and then leaned down so that he could have another kiss.

[solarsteam]

One (Long) headcanon post about Masked Ones (Also known as Vaspians) Colour Genetics and Mutation

◇Please note that there's no diagrams in this, but I might possibly make a second post with said diagrams. Also this is a VERY long headcanon post, so do keep that in mind. Also many of the mutations are based roughly on horse and cat coat colours. ◇

◇Also not on-topic but feel free to reblog my art and general Masked Ones headcanon posts, especially with tags! Really the only posts that I don't want people to reblog are RP threads, headcanon posts specifically about Hob and/or Lorelei (Unless it's attached to art/ they're mentioned in a hc post on vaspians in general), OOC posts that aren't any of the above and IC posts that aren't RP starters. However, you can talk about the Hob/ Lorelei headcanons in the notes/ replies, or send an ask about it if that's more comfortable for you. I really do like it when people reblogs my art with tags, even if it's a bit silly sometimes.◇

Masked Ones have two types of genes that determines colour, B (Black/ dark brown) and R (Brown/ Tan/ orange) genes.

There are also two types of the R gene; R1 (Red) and R2 (Yellow), but is generally referred to as R (brown). Both genes express themselves to create a brown coat.

R and B can't become co-dominate, but there are other genes that effect how much of each pigment gene is expressed and generally which one is expressed.

There's a gene that dilutes the main colour (D), a RD vaspian has light brown or light orange fur while a BD has grey fur.

There's also the M gene, usually referred to as Metallic or Champagne, that gives the vaspian an extremely metallic looking yet diluted coat. R1M would be copper/ brass coloured, R2M would be gold while BM would be silver.

There's also the Pr (purple/ blue) gene, which gives the coat a slight bluish/ Purplish tint, similar to Lilac/ lavender/ blue in cats. This doesn't affect both R genes, but affects the B gene, causing bluish dark grey (blue), pinkish light grey (Lilac) and purplish grey (Lavender).

Blue/ Pr1 basically dilutes the black fur, Lilac/ Pr2 kind of mixes the R1 and B genes together and dilutes the result and Lavender/ Pr3 also mixes R1 and B genes together, but doesn't dilute it.

There's also something known as "Double Diluted," or DD for short. This basically a Leucistic vaspian, with white fur and light coloured mask, but black sclera, regular eye colours and possibly some very light markings.

A true albino vaspian would be pure white with very light silver mask and light grey sclera with very light blue iris. They usually suffer from skin and eye issues though.

A melanistic Vaspian would be caused by a mutated B gene, basically causing it to go into overdrive, resulting in black fur, very dark coloured mask and occasionally barely noticeable markings.

Xanthistic/ Yellow vaspians would be yellowish orange with a gold tinted mask, and is caused by faulty R1 AND R2 genes, causing the R1 to barely express itself and the R2 gene to go into overdrive.

Erythristic vaspians would have red fur and reddish mask, and is also caused by faulty R genes, this time the R2 gene is barely expressed while the R1 gene is expressed in overabundance.

A "True blue"/ Axanthistic vaspian would be grayish blur with a blue tinted mask. This is caused by a mutated variant of the BPr1 gene, so they MUST have a blue parent that carries but might not express the Blue gene, especially the mutated version.

There's also other genes that controls markings, like pointed, spotted, dun, piebald, etc.

The "pointed" marking looks similar to the siamese mutation in cats, but is actually more like the roan gene in horses.

As for the characters and my oc (Hob, Lorelei and Aviator), Hob is a pointed grey/ pointed BD with a bit of countershading, Lorelei was a brown/ R vaspian and Aviator is a pointed true blue/ axanthistic/ Mutated BPr1 vaspian.

[azeofspades]

oh wow this is the first time I'm getting tagged in a game like this ok be cool aze be cool-

Last song: The horror and the wild by The Amazing Devil :) I randomly discovered that band bc of a post on my recommendations and I haven't regretted a single second

Favourite colours: dark shades of blue and light shades of purple, specifically lilac

Currently watching: uhhhhh the last series i watched was mashle I think?? I used to watch series while eating but I haven't done that since my parents brought home Karl in February

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet all the way! I have the spice tolerance of the most stereotypical White Person™ tbh

Current obsession: the Mibu Gishi Den manga. Unfortunately I read it in French, so my local library only carries up to vol 7 and the 8 comes out in late May 😭 pls I need my next volume

Last thing I googled: are there cucarachas in Texas

Fav season: uhhhhh I'll go with winter ig cause me birthdayyyyyyy and also not dying from a) heat or b) pollen

Skill(s) I'd like to learn: yeah sign language as well, also video editing

Best advice: You can't avoid your way into a life you enjoy. (I'm also kinda putting this here bc I need to hear this lol)

Tags: @ollieverwooo @mia-does-nonsense @rice-enjoyer @morenaswife @l0velyr0

Tagged by @sleepy-sham

Last song: Fête de trop by Eddy de Pretto, a wonderful french singer, a literal poet, and a queer icon.

Favourite Colors: Emerald Green. That color is so beautiful, magnificient, and ethereal. The peace and the calm it inspires me... And of course like prev I love turquoise, it's so pretty. Also, purple.

Currently Watching: Uh. Rewatching Loki S2 because I like to suffer ? Well, it was just for 1 episode because I wanted a reason to cry, so perhaps it doesn't count. I am currently watching Ouran High School Host Club as an anime. If we're talking about TV Shows then it'd be What if (from Marvel) and Gen V.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet. Always sweet. I constantly have candies in my room and if not then I have chocolates.

Current Obsession: Pls don't ask I'm able to cry just by thinking about them. Yeah it's SatoSugu, I'm doomed.

Last things I Googled: don't judge me I was looking for memes and posts

Favourite Season: SUMMER !!!! I'm a Summer child. I thrive on the heat of holidays, water gun fights, hot thunder nights and summer activities. I love when there are ice cream shops everywhere, when kids play outside, when the sky is entirely blue, and when people play music on the street. I'm very fine with temperatures from 25 to 32° C so I actually enjoy the summer weather.

Skill(s)I'd Like to Learn: Sign Language, Editing Videos and Photos properly, and Drawing.

Best advice: Do not harm but take no shit. Also, you are not the main character of the Earth, people don't think about you all the time. If they seem hurtful or avoidant they're probably just lost in their own problems and lives. Things are rarely about you. Breathe. No one's mad. And if in doubt, just ask (nicely).

tags, only if you want to do it : @gwendeeagain ; @gojosbf ; @disneyanddisneyships ; @azeofspades ; @blazerodd ; @kuroos-left-testicle ; @getousatoruu

KUDOS <3

[capygarden]

Sims in Bloom Legacy Challenge for TS3 (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Hello! I really liked playing this legacy challenge in TS4 but found it wasn’t converted to TS3, so I decided to do it myself hehe. Granted I didn’t look that thoroughly (...hehe...) so I do apologise if this has already been converted before! It’s not an exact copy, of course - there are things TS3 doesn’t have that TS4 has and vice versa, but I tried my best to stay true to the original TS4 rules, with a little bit of my own flair sprinkled in hehe. I am play testing this right now, so if there are any problems with this please let me know!

NOTE: As I’m still playtesting this, the rules are subject to change. Obviously if it’s too late to max a skill/complete a rule I added afterwards, you’re not obligated to do it! Sometimes the ideas don’t come to you until way later, and unfortunately I only have one brain cell :’)

Original TS4 rules can be found here. All credits go to @a-sims-garden for the original, I just converted it! ✿

GENERAL RULES

Complete the assigned aspiration and skills for each generation - career is optional if you have completed the aspiration and vice versa, You can complete both if you’re up to it!

There are two colours associated with every generation. These may be used for genetics (berry/banilla), or just clothes and house decor if that isn’t your kinda thing!

This was part of the rules of the original challenge but honestly I’m gonna ignore it, but if you want the extra challenge, here you go: Start each generation with a small house/apartment and 1000 simoleons. If you want to make the challenge harder, you can start each generation on an empty lot with 0 simoleons (rags to riches style!)

Play on any lifespan you wish, but short is not recommended. (I personally play on normal, long if I’m feeling edgy)

For some gens, there are only three to four traits assigned; the rest will be up to you!

I would love to see gameplay of this in TS3! If you want, @ me or use #s3ib or #Sims3InBloom (hehehehe) (◕ ɔ ◕✿)

Gen 1: Daisy (white, yellow)

Gardening has always been your passion. Owning a large, healthy garden is all you’ve ever wanted in life, even if your nails constantly have soil under them and you have so many broken pots you’ve lost count. However, as with many things, gardening also requires a pretty good grasp on the technical, science-y side of things! You find both to be rewarding - best of both worlds, right? You sit and wonder what your family will grow to do, and hope that they will flourish just as beautifully as your garden has. This is the start of your family legacy!

Aspiration: The Perfect Garden

Traits: Eco-Friendly, Clumsy, Loves the Outdoors, Green Thumb, Loner

Career: Gardening

Skills: Gardening, Science (for a PlantSim)

Try not to buy ingredients from the fridge/grocery store often - grow your own produce, go fishing, etc. 

Grow a PlantSim baby

Grow 5 perfect plants

Marry a Sim who shares the ‘Loves the Outdoors’ Trait

Gen 2: Buttercup (yellow, green)

From a young age you’ve always loved animals of all kinds, but you’ve always had a special connection with cats. You spent your childhood playing in your parents’ garden, bonding with stray cats that would wander onto the lot. As a teen you were gifted a laptop for your birthday and you spent most of your time attached to it, always playing video games. As an adult, your love for both video games and cats persisted. While you want to raise a child with love and care like you were, ‘romance’ and ‘marriage’ aren’t things you’re really interested in.

Aspiration: The Cat Herder

Traits: Cat Person, Unflirty, Computer Whiz, Genius

Career: Medicine (pretend you’re a vet)

Skills: Logic, Handiness

Be part of the Nerd social group. Reach the highest level if you can.

Always own at least 3-4 cats - adopting strays is highly recommended!

Never get into a relationship or marry (you can attempt to date for fun but they never work out)

Adopt at least 1 child

Gen 3: Lavender (lilac, dark purple)

You were adopted by your loving parent into a small family, and so you’ve never been much of a people person. Keeping to yourself in your room you discovered your love of inventing, and of course playing your beloved violin. You spend a lot of time on your inventions because every single one has to be perfect!

Aspiration: Monster Maker

Traits: Loner, Perfectionist, Eccentric, Virtuoso

Career: Inventor

Skills: Inventing, Violin (or any instrument you have)

Be part of the Ballet Club as a child and Music Club as a teen, where you pick up violin

Be BFFs with a pet as a child and/or teen

Only have one best friend as a child/teen, and eventually fall in love and marry them

Have a very cluttered house filled with your little inventions - and when you have kids, make all their toys!

Have very high relationships with your entire family and maintain them

 Gen 4: Rose (red, black)

Growing up surrounded by clutter made you crave a brand new scenery, so when you aged up you moved to the big city of Bridgeport to get away from your old home. You crave connection with others, unlike your fairly introverted parent, and so seek to forge many relationships through the wonderful medium of social media!

Aspiration: Super Popular

Traits: Schmoozer, Artistic, Athletic

Career: Blogger (+ any of your choosing bc my dumb ass only just realised this isn’t an actual ts3 career)

Skills: Charisma, Social Networking

Move to Bridgeport (or any city with apartments) and live in an apartment or penthouse for the entirety of your adulthood

Master the social networking skill

Meet your future spouse using the SimFinder app

Have at least 5 best friends (preferably met through online dating/SimFinder)

Gen 5: Forget-me-not (light blue, yellow)

There’s just something satisfying about knowing all eyes are on you. You were born to be in the spotlight; from a young age, you showed great talent in the performing arts! You dream of becoming famous, attending celebrity parties, and owning a large spotless house! But, of course, fame comes at a great cost - if it means you’ll be famous, you’ll even sacrifice the relationship you have with your children...

Aspiration: Superstar Actor

Traits: Commitment Issues, Natural Born Performer, Neat, Perfectionist

Career: Film (Actor Branch)

Skills: Charisma, any music skill 

Be part of the Music Club as a teen

Marry a Shy Sim

When you become a 3-star celebrity, throw a party at least once a week

When you become a 4-star celebrity, divorce your current partner and marry a co-worker

Become a 5-star celebrity

Have a poor relationship with your child/children

 Gen 6: Sakura/cherry blossom (pink, brown)

Witnessing your parents’ troubled marriage, knowing your world could be turned upside down any day…you vowed to never let your children suffer through the same childhood you did, and marry someone you genuinely loved. You spent a lot of time with your pet dog as a child, a distraction from the troubles at home and the constant hovering presence of the paparazzi. You dreamed of a quiet life without fame and fortune, growing old with the one you love.

Aspiration: Surrounded by Family

Traits: Dog Person, Hopeless Romantic, Neurotic, Nurturing

Career: Culinary

Skills: Cooking, Painting

Marry your first love

Always own a dog - have high relationships with all dogs you own

Go on a date at least once a week

Paint a painting for every room of your house

Have a mix of biological and adopted children (your decision to consider adopted children as heir or not!)

Gen 7: Tulip (orange, red)

You’re a wine connoisseur - you love all things nectar, and can tell good wine from bad with just a look. How, at your young age? Uhh… next question! Good nectar begins with good grapes. So you move out into the countryside to live in the middle of nowhere, determined to start a nectar collection all nectar enthusiasts would die for.

Aspiration: Bottomless Nectar Cellar

Traits: Vegetarian, Good, Snob

Career: None

Skills: Nectar Making, Handiness

Join the Scouts as a child

Move to a “rural” town - up to you which one, not really sure if any TS3 EPs comes with a rural town like Henford-on-Bagley lol (I believe Riverview is kind of a rural-ish town?)

Do not get a job

Earn money by selling nectar, and maybe some of your produce!

 Gen 8: Lily (white, green)

As a child you had an overactive imagination and were obsessed with the supernatural. However, even as an adult, this fascination with the arcane hasn’t waned. Determined to prove that your efforts to investigate supernaturals won’t be fruitless, you move to notoriously spooky Moonlight Falls in search of concrete answers.

Aspiration: Mystic Healer

Traits: Bookworm, Insane, Genius, Supernatural Fan

Career: None - sell your elixirs!

Skills: Logic, Alchemy

Be turned into a witch as soon as you move to Moonlight Falls

Earn money by selling your elixirs at the consignment store - you can have part time jobs but they never really work out

Live in Moonlight Falls your whole adult life

Have at least 1 friend of each supernatural species

Marry a werewolf, who helps you find ingredients for alchemy ;)

 Gen 9: Pansy (purple, yellow)

You were surrounded by trees for your entire childhood, and so you’ve always craved a change of scenery. You’ve never seen the ocean, until you spontaneously decide to move to the far off land of Isla Paradiso! Relaxing on the sand, immersed in island culture, partying till the sun comes up - what could be better? 

Aspiration: Grand Explorer

Traits: Lazy, Loves to Swim, Virtuoso, Party Animal

Career: Self-Employed Diver - but don’t work that often!

Skills: Guitar, Diving

Live on a houseboat

Fall in love with a merperson, but wait until you’re an elder to marry them

Host a party (pool party in summer, juice kegger...whatever floats your boat! pun intended) at least once a week

Earn some extra cash by playing for tips

 Gen 10: Hydrangea (dark blue, pink)

While your parent was content with spending all day relaxing on the beach, you’ve always had larger ambitions. The quaint island life is not for you, so as soon as you can you apply for university to build a reputable career for yourself. However, you’ve always found joy in things other people may think are childish, which may distract you from your career from time to time. You dream of living in a large house filled with love and family.

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

Traits: Ambitious, Family Oriented, Childish, Workaholic

Career: Any

Skills: Writing, Charisma 

Graduate University and earn the necessary degree for your career

Marry a sim who also has the Childish trait

Have at least 4 children

Help your children with homework as much as possible (or all the time!) 

[OPTIONAL] Gen 11: Death flower (dark red, white)

You’ve always known you were different from everyone else. Your siblings were always nice to you and had ambitions to do good in the world, but you were born with no such morals. You hear legends of powerful vampires, with inhuman strength and living for multiple lifetimes. You want that power, and will stop at nothing to get it.

Aspiration: Emperor of Evil

Traits: Evil, Kleptomaniac, Snob, Brooding

Career: Criminal

Skills: Mixology

Narrowly escape death twice. Have a loved one (the only one you love and who understands you #emo) revive you using a magic lamp!

After you die the first time, search high and low for a death flower. This can be obtained through various means...

Get turned into a vampire after your second time dying - fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!

Always drink from sims, never plasma

Turn at least 5 sims into vampires

That’s all folks! Let me know how you go~ ✿

Last Edit: 18 November 2022 (changed gen 6 LTW)

[spitefulcrepechan]

[Very aggressively shoves my cookie run headcanons onto the table]

Ok so Vampire has a harem consisting of Herb, Mint Cocoa, and Sparkling.

Mint Cocoa also has a harem in which Sparkling, Cheesecake, Cinnamon, Rockstar and Cocoa are in

Cheesecake also be loving Sparkling, and she has a reciprocated crush on Butter Pretzel

Butter Pretzel has adopted Gumball and kinda has Mustard as a platonic buddy

Apple be Cheesecake and Sparkling's kid and she has a little bit of those childish crushes with Walnut and Pancake because children acting like they're married couples are adorable af

Rockstar also ALSO has his own little harem too with Carol, DJ, and Kiwi.

Spearmint, Coconut Cream, Coffee Bean, and Choco Banana are all a harem and they have adopted Popping Candy as their son of sorts (HCing everyone except PC as 18+ and PC as around 14? Yep)

Popping Candy and Shining Glimmer act like platonic siblings. SG's 18+ btw-

Dark Choco be having a harem (this was afterhe gets redeemed btw) and those haremates be Milk, Cotton Candy, and Whipped Cream.

Avocado was like a mother to DC, rn she's dating Pistachio Cookie

Chocolate Bonbon had an unrequited crush on Dark Choco before meeting Sour Belt

Sour Belt is trans and she holds both the hands of Shining Glimmer and Chocolate Bonbon bECAUSE I CAN

Prob already said this but Rose and White Choco are datemates and Raspberry Mousse is slowly getting drawn in thanks to Rose's top energy and free hand

Black Raisin and Red Velvet are fucking MARRIED

Cotton and Lilac are kinda together? They're not officially dating but everyone knows the two both got a thing for each other and they're both too shy to admit it

Bellflower x Purple Yam because small nerdy girl helping giant jock guy with his trauma is my FUCKING DOPHAMINE THANK YOU (also milk x yam is overrated)

Lotus Dragon,,,, dating,,,, and topping,,,, Yogurt Cream,,, yes,,,,,

Pepto Bismol (@shsl-gay-nurse) and Lychee Dragon are also married and they have adopted Strawberry Crepe (yes this is totally a kinnie moment)

Sorbet Shark, Clover, and Sour Belt have also taken up the role of Strawberry Crepe's parental figures and they're kinda platonic with Cinammon and Snow Sugar

Princess x Raspberry cuz lesbians

Fire Spirit not only is dating Wind Archer and Sea Fairy, but he also has Knight as a date mate

Millenial Tree is Wind Archer's pop, Frost Queen is Sea Fairy's mom, and Pitaya is Fire Spirit's parent. Do I care if canon says otherwise? No.

OK CUZ I PLAYED AS THESE 2 NUMEROUS TIMES IN MAIN STORY, TRUFFLE X GINSEUNG IS A SHIP NOW AND YOU CAN FUCK ME FULL OF SPIDERS AND ROOTS IF YOU CALL THAT INVALID (your fine if you dont like it tho lol)

Last one, Croissant x Lobster. That is all.

[n0wornever]

Count on You - Reggie x Reader

For @jatp-btr​ Day 1/2!

Synopsis: Reggie’s never been in a relationship before, but there’s a girl who might just convince him to change his mind about love. 

It’s a short one, but my brain is short circuiting. 

Reggie strummed on his guitar, staring up at the poster of Kurt Cobain that he had finally hung up above his bed. Shaking his head as his hands fell down the strings, his eyes closed for a moment, letting the sound vibrate off the walls until it melted into silence. 

He let his hand rest there for a moment, letting the instrument fall completely flat against his chest. He could feel base rise and fall with his steady breathing as he let his hands fall to his sides. 

As the quiet began to swallow him whole, he heard a small clank come from the right corner of the room. He anchored his head toward the window, scrunching his eyebrows as he propped himself up onto his elbow. He watched the dimly lit space for another moment before the tiny reverberating noise struck again. This time, he removed his guitar from around his neck and sat it to the side as he brought himself up to a seated position. 

Lifting himself off the bed, he walked slowly over toward the small opening. His eyes fell on a single spotlight in the middle of his backyard. In the swollen light she stood in, their eyes met. Her arm came up cautiously halfway to wave up at him, but he just stood there, emotionless at her sudden appearance. 

Nevertheless, his hands reached for the latch, pulling it forward and releasing a slight stream of cool air into his room. He gripped onto each side of the chipped white window and pulled it up just far enough for him to stick his head out of it. He cleared his throat before he let his voice escape his throat.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his eyes looking left to right after the last word left his mouth.

Both of his parents were sleeping, and he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he woke them up at 2 a.m. All she did was beam up at him, that bright smile stretched across her face as she clasped her hands together.

“Hi,” She said, biting down on her lower lip for a moment before speaking again. “Come outside?”

He rolled his eyes, nodding silently in her direction before leaning back and shutting the window. He took a deep breath, rotating his wrists at his sides as he pushed forward toward the door. He took the steps slowly, making his way to the sliding door agonizingly long.

He pushed back the glass and stepped forward into the frigid night air. Wrapping his arms around himself as he walked over to her. She was sitting in a purple foldable lawn chair near the makeshift fire-pit that he’d built over the summer. She sat sideways on the seat, swinging her feet back and forth in his direction as she held his gaze.

“Are you done avoiding me now?”

“What are you talking about?” He ran a hand through his hair as the sentence burned his throat. 

Her small smile fell instantly as he spoke, shaking her head softly at him as she let the wind take the conversation for a moment. His hands were getting clammy as her glare bore into him. Reggie tried to ball his fists to stop his fingers from vibrating but he couldn’t muster the strength to keep them clenched. 

“Y/N, our conversation the other day,” He exhaled loudly as he tried to complete his racing thoughts. “It was just a lot for me.” 

“Reg, it’s been two weeks.” 

He meets her eyes again to see her already staring at him. Her head was tilted slightly to the left, letting her full curls wave in the twilight air. He’s glad that the hue of the light above her was dying, because it hid those green eyes from him. He heard her move, feet hitting the grass as she stood. 

Y/N took her time walking toward him, swinging her hands side to side as she made her way to his personal bubble. Pressing to tops of her shoes to his, she rose her face to his to hold his attention. He could feel her breath pressing into his cheeks, her lilac scent overwhelming him immediately. 

“I just need to know if you want to be with me or not,” She said as she leaned forward on her tiptoes. “It’s a simple question.

As she fell back onto the ground, he finally took a breath in. She stayed firmly planted at his feet, wrapping her arms behind her. The way she was batting her eyelashes his way made it forming his next sentence hazy at best.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you,” Reggie said as he reached out to grab her hand. “I just, need time.”

“Reggie, we’ve been seeing each other for over a year now. I’ve given you so much time.”

When he didn’t answer, she took another step toward him. Reggie fell back a few steps and she frowned, squeezing onto his palm

“I like you. You like me. Be with me, it’s that easy,”

Reggie shook his head vigorously, letting go of her hand. Y/N’s arms crossed at her chest as she watched his eyes dart around in the dark. He put rested his hands on his head. 

“You don’t understand, I don’t want to screw this up,” He finally said just above a whisper.

Y/N’s forehead tense as she closed the gap between them again. She looked up at his red cheeks with a sympathetic smile. Her hands reached up to his cheeks, cupping his face in her embrace. As her thumb rubbed against the heat forming on his skin, he finally smiled down at her. 

“Reggie, why are you worried about that now? We haven’t even tried.” 

He leaned into her touch for a moment, letting his eyes close in thought. His mindless hands wandered to her waist, bringing her into him. Reggie heard her take a sharp breath in and opened his eyes again to meet her shocked expression. 

“I’ve never done this before y/n,” his hands pulling her tighter as his voice wavered in and out. “But I know that losing you will hurt and that’s something that scares me every single day.” 

She let her hands fall down to his neck, wrapping around it loosely. She shook her head at him as they began to absentmindedly sway back and forth as they looked at each other. His lips couldn’t help but curve upward as she pulled back hers into a smile as she played with the hair sitting at the nape of his neck.

“I know,” She said abruptly. “But I also know that if I don’t get a chance to be with you, that the regret will sit with me forever Reg. I have to take this chance, I can’t just be friends with you anymore.”

He didn’t respond, instead he just pressed a kiss to her forehead before he rested his against it as they continued to rock in sync. Reggie’s heart was racing as he basked in the closeness they shared. 

“Y/N,” He said softly, bringing her attention back up to his eyes. 

“Be with me Reg,” She responded, a harsh rasp in her pleading voice.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his for a moment. As they pulled away, her face scrunched as she awaited for the impact of her words. He leaned back down to her face and pressing his lips to her cheek. 

“Okay,” He started, giggling as he watched her eyes glow. “But can we be gentle about this. And slow?”

“Whatever you need,” She nodded, cheeks burning under his gaze.

Reggie lifted her into his arms, spinning her around twice. Giggles spilled from her lips for a moment before he placed her back onto the ground, hands still grasping at her hips.

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[thosebizzareserpents]

It was Rohit's second year at Hogwarts and they had been sorted into Hufflepuff house. Their head of house Professor Sprout sent them to the Headmaster's Office.

Professor Dumbledore sat them down an offered lemon drops from the glass bowl.

He said with their parents permission they would be attending special tutoring sessions on Mondays and Wednesdays. A student would be along shortly to escort them to the class. Rohit accompanied the older housemate but they hadn't recognized or seen her around in the halls. 

The older Hufflepuff student had a cheerful deposition and bright smile, the two chatted along the way.  They arrived in the Divination Department, there were vacant classrooms that nobody really used and it nice for them to practice she said.

"Practice? What did she mean by practice?"

There were five other students already waiting. These students were older and from each house, though not sixth or seventh years. 

“Wotcher been up to everybody!”

Two Ravenclaw and Slytherin students ran and nearly tackled the older girl in a hug. A gryffindor student with greeted with a high five. Another fist-bumped her. A Slytherin student asked her if she brought any latest fashion magazines.

"We have a new member starting today, they're a little nervous but let’s give them a big welcome."

"Oh! Rohit I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Tonks."

Tonks morphed into a taller woman who appeared to be in her late teens early twenties. Her Hogwarts robes disappeared, She wore a black brando leather biker jacket with white fringing and hand painted all over smiley faces in pastel rainbow shades of pink, mint, yellow and purple.

Her hair was a mixture of magenta and lilac coloring. She beamed as she stretched knocking over a desk. 

“Oops.”

You can morph?! You morphed?! "Tonks you’re a Meta-wix like me?!” Rohit jumped excitedly.

"So are they!" Tonks laughed

The Ravenclaw student unclipped her earrings, One of the boys and the Slytherin girl unclasped their necklaces. The last Gryffindor and Slytherin boy took off their rings.

Ah, they were wearing jewellery with glamour charms imbued within them.

Wix who were parents of meta-wix or meta-wix themselves were ever the cautious. With the start of Seconding Wizarding and it official known that the Dark Lord was back they were on high alert.

“Alright time for introductions.”

The first was student in Slytherin. A wix of Korean heritage, their name was Norman Stacey.

"Stacey like Tonks, easy peasy. Only my close friends are allowed to call me Haneul."

Next was the Ravenclaw student, she was the oldest. Her name was Ophelia Rushden.

"I prefer Phi Phi."

"You know what happened Shakespear’s character in Hamlet don't you? Just awful!"

After Phi Phi was Euan Abercrombie.

"Took the two b's, added the i and e." "I'm Abbie" they smiled sheepishly.

Then there was Remy Olivier who also in Gryffindor. A wizard of Sengalese heritage. " Yo, I'm Remy."

Last but not least was Tabitha Bainbridge, a British-Nigerian witch. She was also sorted into Slytherin with Stacey. She was the youngest of the group and smallest in stature. Tonks tickled Tabitha.

"I'm Bitty! She burst into laughter tickling Tonk back.

They were all metamorphagi!

Rohit quickly took off their amulet.

They thought they wouldn't meet other like them at Hogwarts.