#not too happy with the pose (hopefully it still reads as spiral) but i wanted a drawing of him for my forum signature :-)

[magmabloodrebuke]

selkie the archivist

[teememdee]

2023 ART SUMMARY!!!

2023 was uhhhhhhh a year! And I made art! And I’m going to talk for a long time about everything I did month by month! Yippee!!!

original individual posts can be found in my #tanner art tag!

JANUARY

Started off the year with my favorite skrunklies sleepy and snuggling. Then sleeping together while holding one another is so incredibly important to me, they’re so cute and I needed to draw it. Struggled with Kai’Sa’s face but I particularly like the drapery of the pillow behind them.

FEBRUARY

First off, just a simple Kai’Sa piece for the Vibes(TM) and background practice. I was also fairly miserable and when I get miserable I draw Kai’Sa being miserable as well. I love my favorite character of all time <3

Then a quick Valentine’s Day piece, soft gradient map stuff. Love my skrunklies, hopefully this year I can make something for the day that isn’t rushed

MARCH

In March I FINALLY finished my Star Guardian Kahri fic, be the light to carry me, and drew Kiko and Ina being adorable together to go along with it. They’re SO cute and people LOVE that fic. Chapter 3 ended up being a whole 20k words and every time I re-read I’m amazed that I wrote it.

A kiss for Kai’Sa’s birthday! This was actually two sketches mashed together because I had a good Kai’Sa and a good Ahri on separate attempts. Love Kai’Sa’s smile on this one.

NOW. Strong contender for my favorite piece of the year. Captioned “please don’t lose yourself,” my K/DA-verse Kassadin’s very dead wife’s ghost weighs on him, begging him to not get lost in his grief and lose sight of their daughter. Kassadin feels lost and broken without her. I love the emotions in this one, and I think the idea comes across even without knowledge of my headcanons. Love it so much.

APRIL

Full-body piece that took me all month. I just love this one so much. It’s just pure Kahri, pure love, pure joy. Pose inspired by Blake Belladonna from RWBY’s leg pop during the long-awaited Bumblby kiss. This piece just makes me so happy.

MAY

Oops! No art! Was too busy being on a (student) film set every weekend as well as dealing with classes and multiple other stressors. I did START a piece though, but wouldn’t finish it until the middle of June.

JUNE

I actually did the first sketch of the Evelynn piece in February, but I decided to revamp it in May, and then when school finally set me free I finished it, and it turned out exactly how I wanted it to. Her hair was a labor to render but I'm so so pleased with how it looks, as well as the blood. The first time I've finished a fully rendered Evelynn piece!

Naafiri is so fucking cool. Upon her reveal, I was seeing so much incredible fanart and I just needed to get in on it. The shapes and points are just so good. I used to draw dogs all the time as a kid, and my younger self would absolutely flip out at seeing this. I did this piece in one day, and I have no idea how I pulled that background off but hopefully I can do it again some day lol

JULY

Two drastically different vibes here. Realized it had been forever since I had drawn Kahri so I just wanted to make a cute summertime piece. Their hands should be bigger and it bugs me but this is still really cute, I missed my girls dearly.

And then my very very sad man Kassadin being very very sad about his very very dead wife. This is what I call his phase 2 design, when he's at the peak of his grief (spiraling, as emphasized by the background) and feels just so sad and alone. In my head this and the March piece are part of a series that I hope to continue.

AUGUST

Just one piece that took me all month because I was quite busy in August, and Runeterra Kahri pieces take forever, but as I always say, it's always worth it. This pose comes from mellon_soup on instagram, who makes a lot of really great pose references for artists to use, highly recommend checking them out. This piece is just so soft to me. Captioned "'you're beautiful, you know that?'" they're saying it to each other, two people that struggle with their self image finding love and confidence in the other. Also I'm so very happy with the background. I love these two so so so so much, they're my world.

SEPTEMBER

One of my goals for this year was to branch out in the fanart I made. Baldur's Gate 3 came along and I love watching my best friend play it, we love Shadowheart and I just wanted to draw her. This came after a lot of sketches of both her and our favorite Tav that ended up changing how I draw eyes. The rendering of her face here is also something I'm proud of, her nose looks great. And again, the background! This piece didn't get a lot of attention at all but that's okay, I made it for me and I'm very happy with it.

OCTOBER

STAR WARS TOXIC YURI WENT CRAZY THIS YEAR!!! Wolfwren (Sabine Wren x Shin Hati, from the Ahsoka TV series) had me by the THROAT for a solid two months or so, I haven't been that feral and deranged over a ship in a hot minute. They had me frothing at the mouth every episode even though I did not like the show overall. Anyways. First piece is a redraw of the part in episode 4 where they just have the most charged eye contact of all time, and I decided to take that in stride with inspiration from Horimiya, a favorite anime of mine, during particularly emotionally charged moments, the background changes and there's a particular color silhouette behind them. It really fits that moment of the show and I am SO proud of these faces, especially Sabine's. Drawing from a real human face reference was kinda new to me but it's taught me a lot. The file size also ended up enormous somehow idk lol

Then, my most popular piece of the year, on both tumblr and twitter. I LOVE hand imagery, I love subtle hand touches, I churned this out in I think exactly one day, it's so soft it's so cute and I totally understand the overwhelming positivity it received.

NOVEMBER

I was not doing well at this time in the year. The state of the world just had me in a horrible mental state, I wasn't taking care of myself well at all, I couldn't get myself to make art, especially something happy or cute, it just felt wrong. But then sometimes you feel something so strong and specific there's no other way to process it than to make art. To make a long story short, earlier in the year I thought a girl liked me, I liked her back, but it turned out she did indeed have a boyfriend the whole time. We didn't see or talk to each other for a few months but in November we (and the bf, lol) met up again. When she saw me at the door she smiled at me so sweetly and it was just the worst feeling ever and I just had to hide it behind a smile and a wave. Oversharing aside, this is a style I'd wanted to execute for a while and I'm really pleased with how it turned out, would love to make more like this.

DECEMBER

All of this was done / finished in the first two weeks of the month because then I got sick + was visiting family + jet lag took me out. Kinda sad I didn't get something done for Ahri's birthday or a traditional Kahri Winter piece but that's what January is for. Anyway.

Sometimes you just want to draw girls kissing and sometimes you wanna make it a little suggestive. Not much to say. Proud of the drapery on Kai'Sa's sleeve and you can always tell I love drawing hands.

Now it's time for classwork. Here I just have two pages but I've posted the whole comic on its own, this was for my "Art and Text" class, I have it printed in a booklet and my classmates + friends have responded to it so sweetly I'm really proud, I really really want to make more comics. This project was a culmination of so many inspirations from other artists and I'm really happy with the execution even if it was really rough for me to manage my time well for that class.

Then for my "Fiction and Allegory" class, two of my friends and I made a storyboard film (which I don't want to share publicly, but if I know you you can ask for a link) and during the all-nighter two of us pulled to get it done on time, I decided one scene needed music instead of diegetic sound, so I churned this out on garageband in about an hour. Would definitely love to try my hand at making more music in the future. Wish my classmates / teacher liked / understood the film more but oh well. I learned a lot and for the thousandth time, I'm proud of what I did.

IN CONCLUSION:

I ended up with less full pieces than 2022 but what I did create in 2023 are big, detailed, emotional pieces, and I'm more than satisfied. I think my skills in rendering, backgrounds, and colors really improved and I'm looking forward to how I continue to improve in 2024. This upcoming year has a lot of scary stuff ahead (namely graduating college) but I will come out the other side regardless, hopefully with just as much art I'm proud of.

If you read all of this, thank you!! If you've liked, shared, or commented on any of my art, thank you!!!!!! It means the world, always.

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 2.3k

Warnings: swearing

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

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Part 16

Liam cooked us a chicken stir-fry with Asian vegetables for dinner. I was mildly surprised that he was such a good cook and told him so. He said he had to learn pretty quickly in the early days of his career when he would go months without a paying job.

"I was lucky. My parents were supportive, so I knew I wouldn't starve, and they would give me money if I asked. I didn't want to, though. I felt like if I had to ask for money, then I was a failure. It motivated me to go to more auditions, prepare better, take some classes to get more skills, perfect my accents."

I admired him for that. From what I knew about his family, they seemed to be wealthy. It would have been easy for him to rely on them while trying to make it.

Liam had told me a lot about his family. He was very close to his two brothers. It seemed like he was a bit of a mummies boy, and I supposed that comes from being the youngest. He seemed to credit his Dad for his love of stories and his desire to act.

"Have you told them about me? Your family, I mean." I asked a bit hesitantly, unsure how I'd feel if he said no.

I shouldn't have worried though, his huge smile said it all. "I told Mum about you over a month ago."

"We hadn't even met yet."

"I know," Liam sounded a bit bashful as he continued. "My Mum kept saying how happy I sounded. I kept dropping hints that she thought I was seeing someone. She's very good at reading me. She hounded me until I told her."

"What did she say?"

"She was surprised we hadn't met. I spoke to her during the week a few times and told her we'd met, and it went well, and we'd seen each other the whole weekend. It was a bit awkward like I said. She knows me too well. She said, 'You mean you spent the weekend shagging.'"

"Oh, my God!" I was so embarrassed. "What did you say? She's going to think I'm the town bike."

"She wasn't judging, by the way. She was worried about how you would react to me. She was happy because she felt like I shouldn't have used Simons photos."

"She's not wrong," I said.

"I know, I know. Do I have to apologise again?"

"No, just don't do it again."

He briefly grinned but then looked at me, his face and tone serious. "Hopefully, I'll never have to."

I didn't know how to respond to that. What did he even mean by that? I didn't ask. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. I cleared my throat. "Is that all she said?" I asked, instead.

Liam opened his mouth and was about to say something before closing his mouth and trying again. "Well, then she saw the photos and stories about us. I tell her not to read that stuff because most of it is rubbish. But she does. Anyway, she said we looked lovely together and..." he paused before continuing. "And she can't wait to meet you in a few months. She's coming for a visit in late June early July for my two-week hiatus."

I almost asked what he was going to say, but I changed my mind. "What about your brothers? Your Dad?"

"Well, my Dad isn't much of a talker when it comes to relationships. But he did say Mum had shown him your picture and that you seemed like a nice girl. Other than that, he didn't comment. He rarely does unless he thinks someone isn't good for me."

"Is he coming with your mum?"

"Only for one week. My mum will stay for nearly three. My brothers well..." he grinned. "You know what brothers are like. We are rarely serious together. Also, we rarely call each other. We mostly keep in contact through group chats." His lip twitched as he said, 'there were a lot of ginger jokes this week."

I could only imagine what those chat logs contain. I rolled my eyes at the thought. "The bastards," I said.

Liam laughed then asked, "what about your family?"

"I haven't told them much. Dave knows a bit. I haven't told Mum anything." I shifted in my seat. "Dave knew I was seeing someone after I asked him to watch Perrin. But he didn't ask questions. Then on Friday, he found out it was you. He seemed ok with it." I brightened and said, "they will know all about you next week anyway."

Liam returned my smile.

After dinner, we went to bed. We both read for a while. Liam sat up with his back against the headboard while I laid on my back, using his chest as a pillow. I read until I fell asleep.

I grew to hate Sundays.

Sunday's meant my time with Liam was coming to a close. This Sunday had a silver lining because I would only have to wait until Thursday to see him again. This only partially comforted me because it was also the premiere. As the time drew closer, I knew I'd regret saying yes.

I sat with my head in my hands in the store's dressing room. Just picking which dresses to try on had been an ordeal. I had done a quick google search that morning to see what kind of dresses people wore to premieres, and it was almost no help. The range was too extensive. It seemed nearly anything was acceptable, from cocktail dresses to full-on evening wear.

Some articles made me feel sick, especially the articles about the actresses. So many articles talked about how many women found it hard to find dresses in their size because they were size 6 and too big to fit into most designers dresses. I checked out a size conversion chart and found that size 6 was a size 10 here. I was usually a size 10, but sometimes my arse needs a size 12.

I started thinking I was too fat. I kept thinking about my huge arse and thighs, which got me spiralling into thinking my breasts were too small, my hair was too frizzy, I had too many freckles, and I was too pale. The list of my faults just grew in my head until I was sure I'd end up at the premiere looking like a bush pig in a dress.

I started to breathe deeply, in through my nose, hold it, out through my mouth. After several breaths, I opened my eyes. I could do this. I picked up the first dress the assistant had helped me pick. She knew it wasn't going to wor. It was a loose short black lace dress with puffy sleeves that would make me look like the only shape I had was round. The other picks she made were dresses that looked like they were for the bride's grandmother. She also looked at Liam too many times for my liking. She was very helpful if you call taking us to dresses sold out in my size useful. Or if directing all her questions at Liam was helpful. I'll bet she's out there right now being helpful...

Fuck me dead! I think I'm jealous.

That was an emotion I hadn't felt in a while, and I didn't like it. Fuck that. I don't need to be jealous. I picked through the dresses until I found the one I already knew would be the winner.

It was from Australian designer Maticevski. The gown was black with a high neckline, and the beautiful fabric gathered on the left shoulder. The dress was pulled from the hips and cinched in the waist. It had a thigh-high split, revealing just enough skin to be sexy and a small but elegant train. I loved it the moment I saw it and knew I wanted it. But it was $2,500. I loved it so much I almost didn't care. I mean, I knew I wasn't the one people cared about. They wanted to see Liam. This time was different because it would be our first official event together, and the story right now was who was he dating. This time I would get attention. But I still thought it was too much money. I had almost put it back, but the assistant smirked. Liam, bless him, took it out of my hands and said he would love to see it on me.

I wriggled my way into the dress and looked into the mirror. It was the winner for sure. I had brought my heels from Friday night to try the dress on with, and though they weren't quite right for the dress, they gave a good idea of what I would look like. It was slightly too tight around the hips and too a little big on the top. I could get it altered, though. It wouldn't take much. Maybe even a bra with a bit of padding would fix it. I flipped my hair to give it some bounce and a sexy 'just been fucked' look and stepped out.

I was right. She was hitting on Liam hard. I wanted to punch her in the face. But then Liam saw me, and the way he looked at me made me forgot about her. I took a few steps over to him and posed in an over the top way.

"What do you think?" I asked Liam.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes did. He had the same look when he approached me on Friday night. This is definitely the dress.

"It's not too dressed up? I could try something else if you think it's too much." I said to Liam.

"It doesn't quite fit. Perhaps the..." the assistant didn't get time to finish before Liam spoke.

"No." He said firmly, cutting her off. He cleared his throat and approached me. "It's absolutely perfect." He kissed me, and his lips were so soft. He ran his hands over my waist and stood back, looking me up and down. "Perfect. We will take it."

"You don't want to try..." the assistant tried again.

Liam didn't even look at her. "I said we would take it. The other dresses can go back. Thank you for your help." I loved it when he spoke in that authoritative tone, which made me weak.

She went into the dressing room and took away the ten other dresses I was going to try. I wasn't sad to see them go, none of them would be as good as this, but I still wasn't sure.

"I can try another dress. I mean, this one is stupid expensive."

"I don't care if it was a hundred thousand dollars, you look amazing, and you like it, so you will have it."

"I just don't know if I can afford to spend money like this for one night."

"I invited you. I'm paying."

"Fuck. I should have said I need matching earrings." I joked.

"Do you?" He asked, sincere.

"No, don't be silly. Shoes and a handbag will do. I'll buy the shoes you buy the bag. Deal?"

"Nope." He was shaking his head, "I want to get everything for you. Think of it as an Easter present."

"I can afford to buy things for myself, you know. I make pretty good money considering I own my house, and I only have to take care of myself and Perrin."

"I know." Liam ran his fingers through his hair. "Call me a misogynist if you want, but I want to buy you things, pretty things, things you'd never buy yourself. I want to take care of you."

I decided to let it go. I didn't think it's misogynistic to want to buy your girlfriend a present. It's misogynistic if you think you own her because you chose to buy her things. And it did feel nice to have him want to buy me pretty things.

"Ok, Liam," I said.

His smile came back. "Good. Get changed, and let's buy you some shoes." His lip twitched. "Do you need help taking it off?"

"Get out of it." I laughed and got changed.

When I had come out, he wasn't waiting for me. I looked around and couldn't find him in the shoes or the bags. A thought came to me. I hated that I thought it, but I wondered if the shop assistants come on had worked. I didn't believe it, not really, but once the thought was there, it wouldn't leave.

I didn't want to, but I looked for the shop assistant. As I looked, I felt sick from fear and disgust with myself. I found her putting away the dresses from the dressing room, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I hated myself. I wasn't usually like this. It wasn't fair on Liam either. He had given me no reason to suspect him at all.

Then I started to panic. My breath came out shallow and rapid. I felt smothered. There were no windows, and I needed to get out. There were too many people.

I felt warm hands slide under my t-shirt and rest on my belly.

I jumped and spun around. It was Liam. "Ready for shoes, Sweetheart?" He asked.

"Where were you? I looked everywhere."

"I went down to menswear real quick," Liam said. "Now that I know what you're going to wear, I know what I'm going to wear, and I needed a new shirt. It took longer than I thought."

"No worries. I just, I didn't know, it's ok."

"You ok?"

I nodded. "Let's go."

Part 17

[artificialqueens]

The Tinder Chronicles (Lemon x basically everyone?) - Mermelada

A/N: Bonjour Bonjour Bonjour, long time no fic! I’m currently job-less, so have naturally developed an obsession with the Canadian dwolls! This is (hopefully) going to be a multi-chapter lesbian/bi/pan AU, with lots and lots of appearances from different queens as Lemon figures her life out. I have a vague idea of what direction I want the story to go in, but I am always open to suggestions and feedback! Gros bisous à toustes! (Gender neutral French still looks a bit odd, but we’re going with it!)

Lemon tapped her yellow acrylic nails against the screen of her phone. It was now or never: she could either wallow in her post break-up misery for another two months; or she could finally start piecing her life back together and get back on the dating scene. She shook her head at the ridiculousness of her current emotional turmoil, blinking, sighing, and finally pressing the ‘download’ button on her screen. For the first time in three years, she was single. And for the first time in three years, she was going to use a dating app.

The icon spun for a few seconds, the app finally opened on her screen. This, she supposed, was the easy part. She decided to link her Facebook profile to speed things up, and pressed the buttons that she was a woman, interested in women. Not wanting to spend too long on a profile she wasn’t even sure she’d use, she chose her current favourite photo of herself to head up her profile, an adorable portrait of her sat on her kitchen floor, in plaid pyjamas, cuddling her dog. Nobody needs to know that an hour after the bliss pictured, she’d cried herself to sleep, once again unable to shake the feelings of worthlessness and inadequacy from her mind. She quickly followed by adding an assortment of photos from her Instagram which she felt best “advertised” herself: posing happily in front of the theatre where she’d just performed, cradling a giant bouquet of flowers (from her grandma, bless her); holding her leg in a grand-battement in the ballet studio, clad solely in a black leotard and bright yellow legwarmers; staring seductively into the camera lens at the dinner table, which could have been sexy if it weren’t for the floating crab claws above her head, courtesy of an off-camera Jan; and a simple selfie she’d taken moments before at her desk, with her thick-rimmed glasses perched on her nose and her hair tied back in a messy heap on top of her head. She looked at the five images, hoping that people would be able to see the kind of upbeat, loyal, and fun-loving person she really is. Or, at least, the person she can be when her heart isn’t broken. Next came her bio, which she really couldn’t be bothered with, so she just wrote the only vaguely amusing tagline she could think of: “Pucker up, motherfuckers.”  

Happy with her choices, she finally clicked the ‘save’ button and waited. The loading screen turned and twisted for what seemed like an eternity, which almost gave Lemon enough time to change her mind and delete everything. But before she could even contemplate quitting, the first profile sprung up in her hand.

Priyanka, 29

Within 10 miles

Wow, this girl – sorry, grown ass goddess – was stunning. There was no other way of putting it. Lemon bit her lip as she scrolled through the photos, holding back her giddy excitement at the prospect of getting to know with Priyanka.

Nope, she thought, don’t get too carried away. She hasn’t matched with you yet. She probably hasn’t even seen your profile yet. And she also probably wouldn’t want anything to do with you, you dumb bi- Dropping her phone and jumping onto her bedroom floor Lemon resorted to the best way of controlling her anxiety she could: doing a handstand against the wall, while singing the national anthem. The first time she attempted it was after her dad – in a panic himself – had suggested it, not sure how best to look after his daughter as her breaths shortened and her pulse raced. As it turned out, it was the perfect distraction for her adrenaline-fuelled brain, and she now kept it as her secret weapon against her hidden anxiety monsters. Maybe she could share it with someone else one day. As she finished the last long note, she stood back upright and lay back on her bed, carefully timing her breathing.

Okay, now where was I…?

Priyanka was hot. She had a picture sat on a beach in a blue and white striped bikini, followed by one in a beautiful white and gold lehnga, taken in what looked like a garden, but Lemon’s favourite was the candid snap of a laughing Priyanka in the middle of a street, surrounded by people, holding a pride flag around her shoulders. Without needing to think anymore, Lemon swiped to the right…

…and nothing happened. Without feeling too disheartened – she had only just downloaded the app, after all, these things take time – she read through the next profile.

Rita, 33

Within 10 miles

Now Rita was completely different from Priyanka, but Lemon wasn’t complaining. Her main profile picture was an artsy selfie, with her short platinum hair sleeked back, making her look every inch the sexy business lady Lemon loved. As she scrolled through the pictures, she learned that Rita was clearly a lover of the 80s, as she was definitely not afraid of bright make-up or loud, monochromatic clothing. Glancing down at bio, it simply read “Je me sens sous-titrée”. Lemon may have dropped French as soon as she was allowed at school, but it only added to her already growing intrigue. Even more enticing, however, was the final picture, where Rita appeared to be dressed as a young Céline Dion, passionately serenading a hot dog. Swiping right was a no-brainer.

The next profile quickly followed, with Lemon once again swiping right.

Kyne, 21

Within 10 miles

She was younger than Lemon would have usually gone, sure, but Kyne was pretty. She was tanned and toned and had perfect eyeliner and was a final-year mathematics and statistics major?! Sign her up!

Kiara, 22

Within 10 miles

“Kiki wanna kaikai, maybe you’ll be my type ;) “. That was all the next girl had written in her profile bio, the suggestive nature making Lemon audibly snort. She would definitely be down for some fun with Kiara, she had to be a supermodel! The tall girl was a vision in red, with her dark hair cascading down her back as she posed for the camera. It was an obvious right-swipe.

Tynomi, 39

Within 10 miles

Okay, so maybe Lemon had forgotten to set an age filter, but now she was glad it had slipped her mind. Tynomi was exquisite – if Lemon could have a figure like that at 39, she’d be a very happy girl. There was no bio to read, only four photos. In the first two, Tynomi was wearing a skin-tight lime green t-shirt dress, standing on a balcony looking out to the sea. In one, she started moodily at the camera, her honey-blonde hair gently blowing behind her. Though in the second one, Lemon could practically hear the laughter radiating from the tall woman, her mouth wide open and teeth sparkling in the sunlight.

I wonder what was making her laugh like that, Lemon pondered, zooming in to where she wishfully thought she saw the faint outline of a nipple through the thin material. Maybe one day I could make her laugh, and then I’d laugh at how much she is laughing, and we’d be so happy together… Uh oh, control yourself, Lem. Focus. Let’s not get carried away… But fuck, please choose me, Tynomi!

Boa, 25

Within 10 miles

Lemon stared at the profile, pursing her lips. She knew deep down that as much as she told herself she didn’t have a type, all of her past fixations – yes, including she-who-must-not-be-named – had one thing in common. They were all skinny bitches. But Lemon wanted to change that, she really did, she is now at an age where she needs someone she can bond with on a deeper level and have some fun with. And Boa looked very, very fun: her profile picture was her sat on a bale of hay while dressed as a cow, how could you not be entertained?! The rest of her photos followed a similar theme, until Lemon reached the final one, which took her breath away. Boa stood on a spiral staircase, with a huge smile upon her face as her sparkly silver dress hugged all he curves.

She’s funny, she’s pretty, she has amazing tits… let’s do it!

And then, she saw it. To say she felt her eyes pop out of her head, her lower jaw hit the floor, and her stomach turn inside-out would be an understatement. Two months after blocking her on every platform she could think of, two months after deleting every photo of her, two months after having her heart shattered… There she was, staring straight into Lemon’s soul.

Juice, 31

Within 10 miles

Lemon’s mind went blank. In her haste to get the beaming picture of the girl she may-or-may-not still be in love with off her screen as quickly as possible, her thumb slid the screen to the right. Before her brain could even catch up with the atrocity she had just committed, a bright, white notification popped up on her phone.

“CONGRATULATIONS! You have matched with Kiara!”

[mycatshuman]

I Put A Spell On You

Chapter 7 I'll Take Thee Away

Warnings: panic attacks, hypnotic voice, Deciet, let me know if I missed any.

Pairings: Eventual Logicality, Eventual Prinxiety, Eventual Remile

@icequeenoriginal and @civilsounds17 are the people to thank for this fic. That is, if you like it. But they still deserve a Pat-ton the back for putting up with me.

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Virgil, Logan, and Remy flew into the sky on their brooms, leaving Roman, Patton, and Emile behind to run through town and finding anyone they could possibly recruit to help them on their way to the Sanderson house to make sure the path to the cottage was safe for hypnotized kids. "Use thy voice, Virgil. Bring them to the property. We mustn't let their lives be sucked from their bodies." 

Virgil nodded and swung down to skim the treetops as he started his song, his brothers flying ahead to hurry home. 

"Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment." Virgil sang, his voice a beautiful melody ringing out through the cool night air. Below him, children left their homes and began moving towards the Sanderson House. "Come, little children, the times come to play. Here in my garden of magic~"

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Roman, Patton, Emile, and John raced through town to get to the Sanderson house. As they ran, Logan and Remy had flown back to the house to prepare a potion to get rid of Eli in the case he had gotten to a child and they didn't get rid of him before sunrise. Despite running through the streets of Salem, they saw nary a child or car. It seemed trick-or-treating was over and the kids were all tucked in bed. However, the lack of cars was a little unsettling. If that alone wasn't enough to frighten them, then the eerie chill in the air surely tipped them off to the sinister plans of one undead 17th-century zombie witch. 

Roman found some warmth in Virgil's voice as they ran. It was comforting to know that, should they run into any trouble, a simple shout would arouse the witch's attention and he could fly down to help them. He soon noticed children tumbling out of their homes and walking through the street right to the Sanderson house. 

He let out a sigh of relief.  Their plan was working. He just hoped Eli hadn't gotten to a child already. It would be a lot harder for the three of them to try and pour the potion on Eli without the witch's help. Waiting for him to turn to dust with the sunrise was really their best-case scenario. 

If everything worked. 

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Logan and Remy watched as children piled onto the property. Suddenly, Roman, Patton, and Emile tripped through the gates in their rush to get inside. Virgil landed on the ground beside them and the four continued to the cottage and closed the door after entering. "The children are all coming," Virgil breathed out, his eyes wide, his skin as white as a sheet. His heartbeat erratically and his chest heaved beneath his corset. 

Logan frowned and turned to hurriedly finish the potion while Remy moved to help Virgil to one of the chairs. "Virgil? What's wrong?" 

Patton bit his lip, fighting himself on what to do. On one hand, he wanted to help Virgil, but he also wanted to help Logan so they could quickly get rid of the zombie witch and then the witches could enjoy their final hours. Patton tensed. He shook the thought from his head and turned to help Logan. He didn't like entertaining the possibility that these wonderful witches would turn to dust come sunrise but he also couldn't just ignore it. With a reluctant sigh, he moved to help Logan.

"What can I do to help?" He asked softly. 

Logan jerked his chin towards his spellbook. "Read off the ingredients, please. I'll get them." 

"Of course." Patton quickly moved to read from the book. He occasionally grabbed ingredients and handed them to Logan. His heart skipped and his breath hitched every time they touched. He wondered if Logan noticed, but he didn't mention it. And if Patton noticed a bright red blush spreading across Logan’s cheeks each time, he didn't say anything either. 

Meanwhile, Emile inched towards Roman, Virgil, and Remy. He wanted to help. In any way, he could. "Remy" he called softly.

Remy turned to Emile with a raised eyebrow. "Yes?" 

"What can I do to help?" 

Remy blinked. He glanced between his brother and Emile. Finally, Roman stepped in and took a gentle hold on Virgil. "Go, I've got him," he dared to whisper as soft as he could. His eyes on the messy hair falling into Virgil's face. 

Remy nodded and lead Emile outside. "Okay," he surveyed the large crowd of children. "We need to make sure he can't fly over and snatch someone up." 

"How are we going to do that?" Emile asked. 

Remy frowned. "I don't know. I was hoping you would have an idea. We can't fit them all in the house." 

"Wouldn't getting them on hallowed ground work?" 

One of the cats hopped up and shook his head. "Maybe, but he's a very powerful witch, there's a chance he could get to them. And to move them? It wouldn't be smart with him lurking around." 

Remy huffed. "Well, let's just get them to sit down. Won't be as easy if they're standing up." 

The two boys moved to guide children down to sit on the ground. They hoped it would be harder for Eli to grab them if they were sitting at the very least, it would give them time to react. Hopefully. 

Emile bit his lip as he helped more children sit among the overgrown yard of the witch's home. He had an idea. It was a risky one. A very risky one, but it would certainly work. Especially if Eli held a grudge against the Sandersons. "Remy," Emile tried softly, paying extra close attention to a particularly boring pile of leaves. Remy turned, his skirts swirling around his ankles as he moved to stand next to Emile. 

"Yeah?" He asked carefully, his exceptionally good nose picking up on the heavy uneasy scent wafting toward him. 

Emile picked at a stray piece of thread on his bag. "What if," he started, "we set up a trap for Eli? If we lured him away from the rest of the kids and kept him occupied until sunrise, he'll turn to dust and we'll be rid of him." 

A shiver shot up Remy's spine at the mention of sunrise and dust. He ignored the uneasy feeling swelling in his stomach, stuffing the feeling away in a bottle. He wasn't scared. He wasn't. "That…" Remy bit his lip, not liking the idea of having to use someone as bait, but also wanting to stop Eli from staying in the world of the living before he and his brothers hit the dust. "That could work, but…" Remy hesitated, picking his words carefully. "But who's going to lure him away? Plus, it's dangerous. We can't just use anyone as bait." 

Emile nodded. "Well, yeah. But if it's a group instead of just one.."

Remy nodded slowly. "Yeah, safety in numbers. That would be better." He took a few moments to think everything over. "Let's ask the others what they think first, okay?"  

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Roman wasn't sure what he hated most. Accidentally bringing back three dead witches and one zombie witch or being bait. He was a prince for crying out loud! He wasn't bait! He was the one who did the surprise attack! But, when he remembered Virgil's breakdowns due to Eli, he quickly relented. That didn't mean he was going to be happy about it. He huffed as he walked through town with Patton and Emile back to his house. They had been hoping to have Eli chase after them as soon as they got on the main road but no such luck. Or maybe luck was on his side by saying, 'I won't make you run into this monster.' Because he really didn't want to. But then he remembered how Virgil had reacted and he was reminded of the witches flying above them, high enough to avoid being sighted but low enough to hear them. And shoved the thoughts away. 

With the resurfacing of his courage, Roman marched through town and began what he did best. Acting. "I don't know about you guys," Roman shouted. "But I'm like-I can't even-that witch in the purples? He is fine!" Well…..maybe this didn't require much acting on Roman's part. It wasn't exactly a lie that Virgil was an ethereal being too beautiful and stunning for his mere mortal eyes to lay upon. In fact, Roman was sure it was a fact written in a textbook somewhere. 

Patton chuckled heartily. "Awwww!"

"When's the wedding?" Emile teased with a smirk. 

Roman's face exploded in various shades of red, some even matched his sash. "Shut up," he hissed with embarrassment. 

"Oh yes, do please keep talking." 

The three friends froze. Turning in a slow circle they came face to face with Eli. He shot them a wicked grin. Then he lifted his hands in an 'I'm gonna get ya!' Pose and shouted, "Boo!" Roman, Emile, and Patton turned in unison and darted through the streets, their shrieks reaching the witches above them who came down to try and help the teens. 

Eli looked up at them with a crooked grin that was seemingly cut into his face. "Clever you three are. But that just gives me the opportunity to suck the life out of your suitors." The witches let out a low growl. "Oh no!" Eli exclaimed sarcastically. "It seems I've caused anger." He chuckled and began twirling his fingers to create a blinding flash bomb. Virgil's eyes darted towards the witch's fingers and his eyes widened comically large. He tried to warn his brothers but it was too late. Logan and Remy spiraled out of control and landed in a group of trees. Virgil screamed. Eli nodded his head again, the grin still in place. "Good luck." He turned and walked off leaving Virgil alone. He moved to help his brothers only to stop when they told him to go help the others, they would catch up. He bit his lip before turning and flying into the clouds, keeping an eye on the three teens as they raced through empty roads towards Old Burial Hill. He slowly began to form a plan for every possible outcome as he rocketed forward through the sky. 

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Roman found himself running with no destination in mind, simply trying to get as far away from the kids as possible, lest Eli turns around and go after them instead. His feet didn't listen. They lead right back to where this started. The prince, the father, and the therapist all tumbled through the gates of the old Salem cemetery, the sunrise still a half-hour away. 

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Self Care Tips

Hi!

Here are some self care tips that I follow, hopefully you’ll find them helpful too!

1. Clean your room: I find this very therapeutic. When everything seems to be spiraling out of control, organizing your desk can prove to be a great way to destress. I think it starts with the little things, when you know where your things are, it sort of leaves you feeling powerful and in control of your life. 

2. Meditate: When there’s so much going on in your life, you just want to sit in one place and clear your mind, flush out the chaos and just stay still and breathe. Sometimes, I face difficulty sleeping, there are so many thoughts running through my mind and just bouncing against each other. I like to kind of put my mind in sleep mode for a while, I find it very calming.

3. Do yoga: You’ve probably read a lot of articles about the benefits of yoga but trust me, it’s very energizing. I’ve been doing it properly for the past 2 months and I’m seeing a lot of benefits. Yoga is another form of self care, it incorporates physical AND mental well being. It keeps your organs running smoothly and helps with good posture. I used to have horrible form before yoga, I had a very stiff back and I wanted to do something about it. Now, I make it a point to sit with a straight back. Also, it’s a great way to stretch on recovery days, when you’ve done intense exercises the previous day, you need to deal with the soreness that comes with it. Yoga really helps with muscle recovery. It’s also great if you’re short tempered and impatient (like me), it’s very cathartic and you just start to enjoy breathing and getting into different poses, getting more flexible each day. I always start the day with yoga when I have to get ready for college early in the morning, I’m a grumpy morning person and those catcalls always manage to wake me up.

4. Exercise: I enjoy jogging and doing various exercises to build up my stamina. It’s always good to keep your body going, start with something simple and just keep increasing the difficulty level slowly. A good 30 minutes of treadmill really gets me going when I’m in a lazy mood. I love to sweat it out and there’s nothing better than that adrenalin rush you experience. I love seeing the physical changes, but more than that, it’s about the way you feel. Mind and body must work together at all times. Do it for yourself and for no one else, at the end of the day, you’re responsible for your happiness.

5. Drink LOTS of water: I mean COME ON! Seeing colourless urine throughout the day leaves you feeling very satisfied. Hydration is so important, you gotta take care of your gut and keep everything moving. Always make it a point to carry a water bottle or at least bring some money with you to buy a bottle of water when you’re out. 

6. Drink vegetable juice: Okay, story time. I developed a terrible case of acne in grade 6 and I used to eat a lot of junk food because junk food was comfort food at the time. Also, I had oily skin (no wait, I still have oily skin). I didn’t know how to deal with it and I went to a bunch of dermatologists who recommended pills for acne, as soon as I stopped taking them, BAM, acne just went “Surprise, thought you’d seen the last of me?”. I wanted a permanent solution and I just wanted to feel comfortable in my own skin, my mum found this vegetable juice recipe online (TRULY A MIRACLE).

Basically, it consists of apple, carrot and beetroot. You have to cut them up and put them in a blender (Like Nutribullet). Then add some water till the maximum limit (I mean, this information isn’t necessary if you own Nutribullet). I started drinking it and I changed my diet too, I wanted to eat healthy food. 2 weeks later, my skin really started clearing up. I make it a point to make and drink the juice on a daily basis. It really helps in flushing out all the toxins and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I get like 1 or two pimples once in a while, but I don’t really mind.

7. Apply a face mask: The key ingredients of my face mask are turmeric, yogurt, rose water and honey. I normally leave it on for 15 minutes till it’s dry and wash it off. It leaves your skin feeling soft and it really helps in getting an even skin tone. I apply it on a daily basis!

Well, that’s all for now! Remember that consistency is key! Your mental health comes before anything else, so please do look after yourself. Have a great day and breathe :).