#opposite: clarissa

[irenespring]

As I make progress on my Hilson hs reunion fic (6500 words and counting!), I am also beset by ideas for a House MD School for Good and Evil AU. So far I am leaning towards the second option I previously laid out, where House is sorted into Evil and Wilson is sorted into Good.

Although the option of doing the reverse is interesting, I think exploring how the School for Good (which lures people in with promises of love and acceptance and then turns around and kills its gay students, and forces all students to conform to a perfect, smiling rigidity under pain of death) is actually more evil than the School for Evil (which pretends to torture its students but often encourages them to look outside the norm, and teaches discarded kids to fend for themselves in a world bent on killing them) is more interesting. So while Wilson is driven deeper and deeper into a pit of having to conform and smile unless he dies (representative of some of his canon mental health struggles)--- House comparatively thrives when given attention, guidance, and scary magic. An example of how this works is that House's father was sorted into, and did well in, the School for Good.

This also sets up a possible dramatic payoff where House chooses to give up the School for Evil to help Wilson escape, in order to pursue a life with Wilson as perpetual outsiders (similarly to how he in canon gives up his career for Wilson).

Also I think Student!House and Lady Lesso would be excellent foils for each other, as they are remarkably similar characters in many ways, and would make for interesting kindred spirits. Similarly, Dovey and Student!Wilson could be interesting foils, with Dovey as a repressed probably gay character who chooses to perpetuate systemic violence against queer people, and Wilson as a repressed gay character who chooses to risk his life to survive as he is.

This could be really fun, guys.

[grimcovesarchive]

miscellaneous pt 1.

[berryflavouredkoolaid]

Clarissa Gilmore - Gilmore Girls OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Clarissa Emily Gilmore

Nicknames: Clary (By most)

Birthdate: June 21st, 1985

Residence: Hartford, Connecticut | New York City, New York | Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Skin Tone: Pale

Height: 5’7

Body Type: Ectomorph

Misc: she has freckles, high cheekbones, and a defined jawline

Faceclaim: Michelle Tractenberg

~ Background ~

Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut

As the youngest daughter of Emily and Richard Gilmore, Clarissa was raised with her sister looming over her. Her parents were always rather overbearing and protective over her. Clarissa was expected to fulfill many of their expectations for Lorelai. However, she was quite different from her sister.

~ Family ~

Mother: Emily Gilmore

Growing up, Emily placed many expectations on Clarissa. She was expected to fulfill the hole left by Lorelai’s unceremonious escape. However, Emily often encourages Clarissa’s interests and aspirations. Emily can be a bit strict to Clarissa, anxious not to let her end up like her sister.

Father: Richard Gilmore

Richard and Clarissa are very different people. This often shows in their near-opposite views on life. While Clarissa is much more prone to imagination and creativity, Richard prides himself on his realism and practicality. This causes arguments between them, particularly on the subject of Clarissa’s aspirations in the artistic world. Nonetheless, at the end of the day, Richard can normally be persuaded to see Clarissa’s vision and is proud of her regardless.

Sister: Lorelai Gilmore

Lorelai and Clarissa have a simultaneously united yet awkward relationship. With Lorelai often talking their parents down from their more deranged plans for herself and Clary. However, as Lorelai was largely not part of Clary’s life, their relationship is closer to distant relatives rather than sisters.

Niece: Lorelai “Rory” Gilmore

Rory and Clarissa’s relationship is often charged with resentment. To Clary, Rory is everything she isn’t. Booksmart, with respectable and realistic plans for her future, and without Clary’s rebellious streak. Clary was often subject to comparison by her parents to Rory and their relationship has suffered from her jealousy.

~ Schooling & Career ~

School: Chilton Preparatory Academy

Best Class: English Literature/Art

Worst Class: Biology

Clubs:

The Franklin - Staff Member

Clarissa wrote the Arts & Culture section for the Chilton school paper, The Franklin. She concentrated on local artists and activities around Hartford and wrote reviews of gallery shows and performances.

Chilton Preparatory Society for the Arts - Founder & President

Clarissa formed the Chilton Preparatory Society for the Arts in her freshman year. The society regularly holds charity shows to raise money for various causes, both philanthropic and academic.

Sports:

Basketball - Team Manager

Clarissa played basketball in primary school. Unfortunately, she sucked at it. In secondary, she became team manager for the boys team as there was no girls team.

University: Columbia University/Barnard College

Major: Fine Arts

Minors: World Literature, Art History

Career: Artist

Following her graduation, Clary, anxious to leave New York after her breakup with Charles, received an offer to be an Artist-in-Residence in Philadelphia from a friend. She accepted immediately and moved there.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: Since she was a child, Clarissa has always been a creative person. Ever curious, some of her fondest memories include visiting museums in Hartford with her parents. Clarissa is quite friendly and sweet. She enjoys learning about people and is an extrovert. A lover of all things artistic, Clarissa is never as happy as when she is in her room, painting or sketching with a good playlist on her stereo. Clarissa has a rather dry sense of humour, much like her sister.

Likes: Art, poetry, golfing, travelling, basketball, soap operas, thai food, pretty things, music, theatre, spicy food

Dislikes: Sculpture, boredom, blandness, dull colours, hiking, math

Hobbies: Painting, drawing, writing poetry, reading

Favourite Place: Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art

~ Relationships ~

Best Friend:

Avonlea Carter

Avonlea and Clarissa have been best friends since they were in diapers. Avonlea, the star of the Drama and Music department, complimented Clarissa’s fine arts-based talents perfectly. The pair have never had a fight and lived together in New York until Clarissa moved to Philadelphia.

Friends:

Louise Grant

Madeline Lynn

Nola March

Julia Kenting

Love Interests:

Theodore “Teddy” Carter

Clary’s first love, Teddy Carter, was her best friend’s older brother. They had known each other since they were children and Clary had had feelings for him for years. Teddy asked Clary to the Chilton Dance and she obviously accepted. Clary initially assumed he asked her because she was his little sister’s friend and didn’t have a date but he tells her he has feelings for her. They dated for about a year until his graduation. He was going to university across the country.

Jack Seymour

Jack Seymour and Clary had known each other for years. A member of the Chilton basketball team, Jack had joined up his freshmen year because he thought Clary was pretty. He made a habit of flirting with Clary, which she dismissed as just teasing. One evening at a party, Jack and Clary kissed. Clary quickly came to the realization that she had feelings for Jack. She asked him out a few days later and he said yes. They dated until a few weeks into college, when Jack broke up with her.

Patrick Nguyen

Patrick Nguyen deserved a lot better than what Clary gave him. Fresh off her breakup with Jack, Clary met Patrick at a college bar. They hooked up and she gave him her number. For the next year, Clary and Patrick entered a casual relationship. One evening, Clary told Patrick she loved him. She was drunk, and regretted it immediately. But, Patrick responded in kind. Clary couldn’t find it in herself to tell him she didn’t mean it. They started dating. For 3 months, Clary couldn’t get up the courage to tell him. Until, one night, it just slipped out. “I don’t love you.” And that was that, they broke up.

Charles Wendler

Charles Wendler was Clary’s first devestating heartbreak. She met him in her Art History class. He was an exchange student from England completing his graduate program and, to Clary, completely fascinating. Charles strung her along for a while, sometimes seeming head-over-heels and other times completely uninterested. On Clary’s 22st birthday, Charles’s girlfriend came to his apartment to surprise him while they were in a… compromising position. She didn’t see Charles for a week after that and heard nothing from him. She learned from her art history professor that he had gone back to England.

Jess Mariano

Clarissa remains convinced her and Jess’s meeting was an act of destiny. She wasn’t planning on staying in Philadelphia beyond her six month contract. But, Clarissa came into Truncheon Books one day, and he was working. She recognized him and they started talking. They met for coffee, as she didn’t really know anyone in Philly. They became fast friends, and as her contracted period came to a close, their feelings for each other became more apparent. They both knew about their mutual feelings but refused to confront them. When Clary told him she would be leaving in a few days, Jess was angry. They argued and she stormed out. They didn’t speak until the day of her flight out. Jess came to her apartment and she kissed him spontaneously. She bailed on her flight and ended up staying in Philadelphia with Jess.

Rivals:

Rory Gilmore

~ Misc & Notes ~

She loves Billy Joel with her entire heart.

Her favourite thing to paint is portraits, but she doesn’t do them very often because they’re very time-consuming and it’s hard to find models.

She and her dad used to go golfing every Sunday and she got to be really good at it. She still is.

She spent the summer between her graduation and first year of university in italy, painting.

Went on one hiking trip in 8th grade and swore on her life she would never do it again. She got her period for the first time on the trip and had to use toilet paper as a pad for the entire trip.

Whenever she is upset or stressed she goes to the Museum of Art and looks at all the paintings.

Sucks at sculpture, she’s just never been able to do it.

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Sharp and Heavy Hand

WDIM (1) Leave (2)

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes! by @1ntr0v3rt3dsna1l

> content/warnings: R starts the chess match, L is annoyed, D is annoying, E is forever the neutral baby in this fics

> a/n: i just wish Lesso would finally catch on what's happening, i want to see her win this chess match between her and R lol (talking as if i'm not the author)

request prompt: Y/N is an Ever (and, of course, a reader) from the modern world (where we live, baby!). Y/N had already read the books of School for Good and Evil and is well aware of everything about it in general. Lady Lesso slowly harbored a crush on Y/N, and despite being opposites, they became close friends. Lady Lesso found out that Y/N is her soulmate, but Lesso keeps denying it. Y/N knew Lady Lesso so well, so she wasn't shocked or surprised (because, after all, the books). Then, Y/N eventually gave up on trying to bridge their relationship... And left after the Rafal thing?

“Really? No clues? None? Not one?”

Turning towards you, the Storian floated in an irritated manner. “One more question, and I will impale you.” Your eyes widened, and you took a step back, actually fearing for yourself. Yet, despite fearing for yourself, you even managed to crack a joke.

“You wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t you? That isn’t part of the plan.”

Tilting her whole being, the Storian replied, “Who said it wasn’t?”

Raising your arms in defeat, you scurried out of the room and hurried down the stairs, trying to get away from the psychopathic mind of the Storian. Who knows? Maybe she’ll actually do what she was thinking of.

As you were running away from your supposed companion for your story, a cane managed to snag your arm and stop you from entering the castle of Good. “And what has got you running like a damsel in distress at this time of the day?”

Letting out a shriek, you managed to turn around and slap the closest person around you. Unfortunately for you, that person happened to be one of the people who can actually banish you from this world. Seeing the person you hit, you let out a gasp, clasping your hands together and covering your mouth.

Hissing at the stinging pain on her cheek, Lesso wiped the blood off her face. “You certainly have a sharp aim for an Ever.” She glanced at her bloodied thumb and added, “and a heavy one too.”

Regaining your composure after hearing her words, you quickly grabbed her cheeks. “Oh my! Lady Lesso, I am so sorry!”

Your abrupt action caused the red-headed dean to widen her eyes and feel the blood rushing towards her face. “Do you need anything?” You continued your onslaught on her face, checking her cheeks and touching her forehead once you felt her getting warm. "Your face is getting red! Come, you need to see the nurse, quick!”

Snapping out of her reverie, Lesso took your hands in hers and gently pushed you away. “I’m fine.” She cleared her throat. “You should head to wherever you were going.” Pursing her lips, she took your shoulders and turned you towards the castle of Good, then left.

As the adrenaline wore off, you felt a stinging pain in your cheek, the very place where your slap had landed on Lesso’s face. Touching it gently, you winced. “Ow.”

Dear Clarissa, Whatever your hunches were, you are right. Do not bother me with this information once you finish your incoherent squealing after reading this. Much hate, Leonora.

Within the school for Good, there were stomping sounds in the hallways as the blonde dean sprinted from her quarters to her friend's. Once she reached her destination, she gave three knocks and burst into the room.

“Emma! Emma!” Dovey dove into the bed and shook Emma Anemone’s shoulders. When her actions did not wake her friend up, Dovey proceeded to stand and jump on Emma’s bed.

Groaning at the movements, Emma took her pillow and threw it at Clarissa. “Stop jumping, you brainless idiot!” With this, Clarissa stopped jumping and sat down, her face not losing the grin she had been sporting ever since she read the letter.

“I will let that slide because of the circumstances,” Clarissa stated before waving the letter at Emma’s face. “Look! Read it!”

Sitting up, Emma opened her nightstand and wore her reading glasses before taking the letter from Clarissa. At each word that Emma read, her smirk widened. “Ha!” Emma took off her glasses and gave the letter back to Clarissa. “Congratulations, Dovey,” she stated before kicking Clarissa out of her bed.

"Now let me sleep." Emma flicked her fingers together to turn off the lights.

[ojamajoprincess]

Idk what it is, I always lose steam at the side stories. I love reading about Roze/myne’s antics and then it’s like “here’s the sovereign knights commander. Want to hear his POV?” Or a retainer or the opposite political faction or a random student from J—.

I enjoy the side stories most from more main characters who give us insight on Roze/Myne’s chaos’s wake— Hannelore, Lestilaut, Ferdinand, Fran, Harmut, Clarissa, Benno, Johann, literally any of her family members (esp Effa, Gunter, Tuuli, Kamil, Kardstet, Cornelius, Eckart, even Sylvester, Melchior). I even enjoyed the archlibrarians last volume, which I was not expecting. Ironically I enjoy Anastatius’, but Hildebrand is such a slog to get through.

Overall, major hit and miss.

[pruesgaultier]

clarissa's birthday

in which clarissa's parents come to visit for her birthday and suddenly clarissa being in love with lesso makes sense, so much sense.

note; this is rushed and all over the place, but i hope you enjoy. criticism is welcome, but only if you’re not rude !

note 2; our first dovesso x abbott cross over. Clarissa’s parents are Barb and Melissa.

warnings; suggestive language, a lot of it

Soft kisses woke Clarissa up from deep sleep, she groaned quietly, turning her head in the opposite direction. “Leo, I’m sleeping.” she whined, curling up tighter in the bed. “Too bad, wake up.” the evil dean replied, amused by her girlfriend’s antics. Clarissa sighed and rolled over to lay on top of her girlfriend; snuggling into her neck. “I just wanna sleep, somebody kept me up all night.” the blonde emphasized.

Sharp, silver nails grazed the exposed brown skin of her back, making Clarissa shiver lightly, “I didn’t hear you complaining.” Leonora remarked, then uncharacteristically yelped when she felt a pinch on her arm. “Hush!” she didn’t even have to look at her to know the blonde was blushing.

The shorter woman sat up, and Leonora gazed up at the woman she loved. The sun shining through the window gave her an ethereal glow and the purple of her bonnet and pajamas helped enhance that glow. “Happy Birthday, Princess.” the redhead spoke, looking at her softly. Clarissa smiled at her love, if only others saw this side of her, she thought to herself. “Thank you, my love.”

“What time are your parents getting here?” The redhead asked. “I have no idea, they wouldn’t say, but they’ll be here in time for the ball tonight.” Clarissa replied, getting off Leonora and heading toward the restroom to get ready.

“I still don’t think they like me.” Leonora said, walking toward the closet. “That’s not true! My mother loves you.” Clarissa’s parents could be protective, she was their only child after all, but they absolutely adored Lesso. “Really? Which one?” the redhead asked curiously. Clarissa just smiled coyly and closed the door. “Dove?” All she got in response was laughter.

“Stop looking at me like that!” Clarissa scolded, flustered at the look on Leonora’s face. That look meant trouble, that look meant being late and they could not afford to be late, especially to an event in Clarissa’s honor.

“Like what?” Leonora asked in a faux innocent voice. She enjoyed flustering the blonde, it was adorable how she would blush and act shy.

“Like you want to ravage me where I stand.” The shorter woman retorted. The redhead took in Clarissa, in her signature gold but this dress was different, less student appropriate; luckily this is adults only. It was off the shoulder with big puffy sleeves, gold pearls going across the top of her decolletage. The bottom flared out with a high slit that was borderline indecent for the fairy godmother.

“Have you seen how you look in this dress, can you really blame me?” the evil dean exasperated, pulling the fairy godmother closer to her before wrapping her arms around her. She gently grasped the blonde’s chin before pulling her in for a kiss that made Clarissa swoon. The shorter woman pulled away, panting softly. “Later.” she breathed out, “much later.” Lesso nodded, “I’ll hold you to that, Princess. Now, let’s go. We have a party to attend.”

An hour into the ball, after mingling and catching up with friends, Clarissa was taking a break. She was also wondering where her mother’s were, they should’ve been here by now. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait any longer. “Now presenting Barbara and Melissa Dovey.” Barbara is a tall, beautiful, woman who wore a gold metallic dress, one shoulder dress, and her back curly hair was down past her shoulders. She stood arm in arm with Melissa, an equally beautiful, but shorter, redhead. She wore a blue velvet long sleeve dress with silver detailing. They looked amazing together and suddenly Clarissa and Leonora being together made so much sense.

“Like mother, like daughter.” Emma said, breaking the silence, making everyone laugh. Clarissa blushed at the comparison, yes she did take after her mom, Barbara, when it came to her love life and her love for the color gold.

The party resumed and the two walked over to their daughter and her girlfriend. “Happy birthday sweetheart.” Barb spoke, giving her daughter a hug and a kiss to the forehead. “Tesoro, happy birthday.” Melissa greeted, also greeting her with a forehead kiss. “Thank you, Ma.” Clarissa smiled. The shorter redhead turned her eyes to Leonora. “Lesso.” she greeted, coldly. Barb pinched her wife, who pouted, and also greeted Lesso, however she was much nicer. She had instantly taken a liking to the Dean of Evil ever since Clarissa brought her home for the first time.

The four of them talked for a while before Clarissa got antsy and wanted to dance…again. “Nora.” she started sweetly, the evil dean narrowed her eyes slightly, that was the voice the blonde used when she wanted something. “Will you dance with me?” she asked. Lesso internally sighed. She despised dancing, especially because of her leg, however; her leg currently felt fine and she could never truly deny Clarissa anything, especially on her birthday.

“Of course, Princess.” she stood up from the table, holding her hand out to the fairy godmother who gladly took it before dragging her to the dance floor.

The two older Dovey’s watched them with a fond look in their eyes. “You need to stop giving Leonora such a hard time. She clearly loves Clarissa very much.” Barbara chided. “But it’s fun. She gets so nervous.” Melissa laughed, gleeful that she could strike a bit of fear into the Dean of Evil. “And they call me the evil one.” Barb mumbled, causing her wife to laugh. “Babe you are the evil one. I’m just having a bit of fun.” Melissa replied. “Good is supposed to defend.” The taller one reminded her wife. The redhead scoffed. “I’m defending our daughter.” she sputtered out. “Mel.” Barb warned, leveled her with a glare causing her to sigh. “Fine, I’ll stop giving her a hard time.” she grumbled out, leading Barbara to give her a soft kiss. “That’s all I ask dear.” And with that, they turned their attention back to their daughter who was smiling in Leonora’s arms.

The next day at lunch, when the students saw Clarissa’s parents a collective “ohh” of understanding came from the students. They could see why the Good Dean was in love with Evil Dean, it made sense. They were polar opposites; good and evil, where Clarissa was demure, Leonora was brash. They balanced each other out, just like her parents balanced each other out.

[brittlefcrged]

OPEN BG3 starter / first night, post prologue, pre-Withers, pre-grove.

It might not have been the wisest of decisions to slip away from their makeshift camp alone, with night already falling, but it was, she had decided, the best decision. The ... safest decision. For the others, at least.

The githyanki had proven helpful in the escape from the nautiloid, and informative enough, in the aftermath, even with hope for a potential cure to the worms that wriggled in the depths of their skulls, but the warrior's short temper and brash desire to command had already grown irksome. The wizard -- genial enough, certainly, but too much so for Clarissa's already raw nerves -- and she hadn't been able to quell the hunger that had been gnawing in the pit of her stomach since their encounter, the urge, the need to know what his tender flesh would feel like between her teeth -----

The cleric, with her feigned haughtiness that did little to disguise the uncertainty and paranoia that hung acrid in the air around her had at least proven herself capable of gratitude, but between those three, and the sly and cavalier, pale skinned elf that was at ill at ease in his own skin as she was in hers.... she had needed to get away from it. From them, while she had any semblance of control over herself.

Whatever, whomever she had been in her previous life, she didn't think it had been much of a people person.

She'd found her way to the edge of a brook at the base of the low cliff, not far from where they'd found Lae'zel, and after rinsing off the worst of the blood and assorted gore from the day's events, she had settled, cross legged, a flask of wine in one hand and wedges of bread and cheese perched atop her bag next to her in an attempt to take the time to gather her thoughts, and attempt to clear her mind -- a low snort, fingers breaking off a chunk of cheese and bread. Clearing her mind was rather the opposite of what she needed to do, wasn't it?

The sound was subtle, the smallest creak of a branch stretched a little too far from its trunk to just be the wind, barely audible above even the low murmur of the creek and the ambient sounds of the night that surrounded her -- and her uninvited guest -- but it was enough to announce the presence of another. "I'd much rather not end this day with further bloodshed," that was a lie, though, too, wasn't it? "But if you do not make yourself known to me, my blade will bite." And so might I.

[v3nusxsky]

Dont tempt me| NSFW

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Authors note~ here’s some content for my lovely lady lesso. This could be absolutely poor quality as I'm exhausted and it will not be proof read so I apologise for any mistake but they are all mine :)*

Trigger warnings ~ dom/sub begging fingering oral overstimulation accidental mommy kink praise kink degrading kink

Prompt~ "fuck you" ... "would you?"

Since the merger of the school for good and the school for evil, the environment has been reflecting the mood swings of a teenager. Good and evil now learning to co-exist and lean on each other. Baby steps of course. That's where you come in. You were hired to teach literature for both Evers and Nevers. One of the first teachers to have a mixed class. Yet you were thriving. Your students seemed to bond well with you, rather engaging in the lessons as you tried to cater to everyone's interests while sticking to the curriculum. It was truly magical to see the students slowly but surely not want to kill each other. You hadn't been brave enough to assign any mixed group work projects yet tho. That for sure would cause bloodshed, not particularly something you wanted to deal with in your first semester.

With the Evers, professor Dovey stood with them. Her beauty and pristine gracefulness shone through her joyous personality. Truly a joy to be around. Should anyone ever need cheering up, you'd definitely send them to Dovey. Clarissa Dovey, Dean for good used her powers to comfort struggling students the most. Instantly you could spot how certain students would seek her out in a room. She made them feel safe. A smile and a hug could go a long way.

Then there's her counterpart, Lady Leonora Lesso, Dean of evil. Now imagine the complete opposite of Dovey. Yep that's her. Quite a complex human. That's what drew you in if your truly honest. She's so guarded, you just want to know more. Often you could find her staking the halls like a fox hunting it's prey. Despite the merger, students still feared her. You'd heard stories of a doom room. One with some rather interesting attributes. Although probably not the desired effect of the room, you ached to visit, to just experience it one time. Two consenting adults could have so much fun in there. The thought causing a flush to adorn your cheeks. She was a coworker for heavens sake. The thoughts of becoming Lesso's prey only grew with time. Little did you know, you were quite the curious creature to the red head. She longed to clip your innocent white wings, and watch you fall under her spell. This is what leads you to the current moment.

The past few weeks had become some what of a game between you and the dean of evil. It all started when she interrupted a lesson of yours as you were teaching one of your favourite Shakespearean plays. Macbeth. The particular passage where you were asking your class to asses her body language and what that implied. Lesso smirked and offered to give a real demonstration for the students. "After all some students learn visually isn't that right Miss y/l/n"

She revealed in your reaction, immediately starting the cat and mouse game. Or rather the fox and her dove. Pay back had been sweet, of course you had to be mad to challenge Leonora but still you did so anyway. This is exactly what lead you to her office after hours. You should be marking your students essays on Lady Macbeth however, a black raven swooped in, narrowly missing your head while dropping a piece of parchment before leaving again. You carefully untied the bow and instantly recognised the neat cursive penmanship.

Does my dove give up? I've been eagerly awaiting your next move. I expected more of you y/n. At least give me a challenge.

The fox.

As you read you could practically see her lips curling up into her famous smirk. She signed it as the name you'd accidentally given her. In a lesson you had with first years you we're discussing a descriptive words to describe a fox. Only when a few students began to give answers such as "sly" "sneaky" "feisty" "stealthy" did one student stutter "lesso." You couldn't help but agree. She did rather match the description so you wrote it with the rest. At that moment you heard a chuckle. The fox herself stood in your doorway. "Miss y/l/n, you think I'm a fox? Then what are you? The innocent dove?" She taunted you watching the blush appear that you desperately tried to fight off. "Lesso, how lovely of you to join us. Did you need something?" You deadpanned hoping to avoid the feelings stirring in you at the pet names.

You definitely had feelings for the women. But she was infuriatingly untouchable. No matter your best attempts you couldn't achieve the level of flustering her that she did on you. Which is why you decided to get brave. Parchment in hand you stormed your way down to Lesso's office. Anxiety rolling off you in waves at your plan. You were most definitely going to get killed. But death by her stunning hands? Well worth it.

When you arrived at her door you bypassed knocking and just waltzed in. The women sitting at her desk busily working away. She didn't even spare you a glance as you entered. "Now dove what are you doing in here?" She mumbled seemingly very uninterested in your presence. Her eyes never stopped scanning her work and he quill scribbling down words in her beautiful cursive penmanship.

"What is this game lesso? Is it anything to you? Just fun. Why do you keep messing with me during my lesson times. What was with the raven? Miss me that much huh" you were spiralling, desperate for some kind of reaction. "Maybe I'm making you wait fox maybe I'm busy" you finished eyes blaring with determination.

"Miss y/n I'm rather busy-" she tried only to be cut off by you approaching her and crushing your lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Waiting for the moment she was desperate for more. Only then to pull back and completely remove yourself from her. "Oh such a desperate fox" you taunted her watching the frustration and desire fight for control.

"Fuck you dove!" She all but growled at you her breathing heavy.

"Would you?" You retorted unsure where this brass neck of confidence came from. Her eyes darkened in response as she leapt up and stalked towards you. Instinctively you moved backwards until you were pressed between the wall and the fox. Her grin almost sadistic, eyes black with desire. A embarrassing squeak drew from your body as she roughly claimed your lips as hers. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The cooper taste mixed with the taste of her causing a low whine to leave you.

Pulling away to gain air, she kissed nipped and sucked all over your neck. The dark purple blemishes already showing. All you could do is whine and whimper at the sensations and desperately pray your legs would hold you up. "Some innocent dove you are" she sneered after a particularly low whine left you as she nipped your pulse point, "such a response slut for me hmm" she all but cooed.

"Please" you begged not knowing if she'd comply. Completely at her mercy was not what you had planned for the night. With that you were lifted into her arms and carried to her bed. Immediately her hands working to rid you of your dress. Desperate for more skin to explore. Months of pent up desire finally coming to head. She moaned out in approval once you were stripped bare and laid out for her. Her hands trailing all over your skin. Feather light and teasing. Hickeys now adorned your neck and the tops of your breasts. Her mouth creating more bruising while her fingers stroking your breast with one had and pinching the bud with the other. Moans were flowing more freely now. But as nice as it was, it wasn't enough. Your hips jerked up in a silent plea. This was torture. You needed her. And now.

However your plea was ignored, simply moving her hand to pin your hips to the bed. You whined in response to her denial of your unasked question. "Now now dove, be a good girl and you'll get what you want. You want me to touch you hmm?" She husked out still completely enthralled with brushing your pale skin. All you could do is nod and try to be patience.

"If you want me to make touch you then I need words my slut" she purred loving how you were responding to her. Who would've knew you would be like this? Some meek little English teacher, not an ever, but not a never but a secret little minx. That fact only adding to the attraction and infatuation lesso has with  you.

"Please, please Nora I -" a moan broke your sentence off as she immediately moved her hands to your soaked folds just teasing never fully giving you anything. "Nora?" The smirk on her lips showing you she liked the nickname. "I wonder how many times you've screamed that with your own fingers between your legs wishing they were mine." She mused out loud before bringing her lips to taste you. Your aching core was dripping and the taste absolutely Devine. Her self control dwindled as she lapped you up like fine wine.

Your orgasm building faster than normal, you were no use anymore. All you could focus on his the pleasure the fox was giving. Feasting on you like there was no tomorrow. Your bundle of nerves reviving the attention it craved. "Please please fuck please I need" you whimpered as you teetered on the edge of pleasure.

"You may dove. That's my good girl hmm. Such a good slut" and with those words she continued eating you like there was no tomorrow. Lapping up every drop of your essence as you tumbled off the edge and into the pools of pleasure. A whine of surprise left you as you realised Lesso wasn't done with you. Her mouth still working diligently between your soaked thighs.

"Fox i fuck what?" Your train of thought completely lost as two fingers were thrusted into your core. Immediately your walls reacting to squeeze the life from them. Fuck this women was going to kill you. She set her own brutal pace as she finger fucked you soaking in every delicious sound you made. Watching as you screwed your eyes shut and flung your head back in pleasure. The whimpers were nearly constant now. All you could do is lay there and mewl at her administrations like a cat in heat.

"Oh fuck mommy!" You all but screamed as another gush of white hot pleasure tore through you. How many orgasms had you had now? Honestly you'd lost count, all you knew was your body called for her. You didn't even know what you said until you felt her withdraw the fingers that has been bringing you pleasure. "Mommy? Oh what a little minx you are young one" she teased as you stumbled over an apology. Why did you say that. God but it had felt so good.

"No no dove don't say sorry I like it."she reassured before going back to business. Her touch was killing you. It was all too much now. You're tired battered body couldn't handle another orgasm but lesso seemed sure on forcing another. She'd rip it from your body despite the fact your exhausted. She wanted one so she'd get one. "Mommy! Please I can't! N-no m-more " you whined. Feeling the familiar feeling of the edge once more.

"You can and you will pretty girl. I want you to cum for me" and with that you tumbled over the edge with a scream of pleasure "mommy! Oh fuck god I"

The room feel silent oddly quick besides the unstable breathing from you both. Did you just? A quick peak confirmed it. You'd passed out. She'd fucked you so well your body physically couldn't handle it and shut down. The fact filling her with an unmatched sense of pride. Quickly but gently, Leonora set to work cleaning you up, carful knowing you would be sore before shifting you into her bed and wrapped the covers over you. Despite not actually being pleasured that was something that Lesso would treasure forever. In fact she wanted more. You were hers now. Her dove and she your fox.

Word count ~ 2118

*Authors note~ I haven’t wrote for lady lesso before but I’m obsessed with her character so I may write some more for her*

[tilda-rothery]

Leonora sitting in nothing but her underwear: It's like you wanted to get me naked.

Clarissa sitting opposite, moving her king into position, in a similar state of undress: What did you think my intention was when I proposed naked chess?

Leonora: That you wanted me to see you naked.

Clarissa: Nora-dear, have you forgotten that you suck at chess?

Leonora:

Clarissa: Checkmate. Now, strip!

[anyasivy]

Granted Surprise - Dovesso

A little origin story of how Dovey got used to Lesso calling her princess. Please note that english is NOT my first language, and I haven't read any SGE book! (I based this on the movie, and I swear I will read the books sometime.)

Enjoy <3

The first time it slipped out of Lesso's tongue, she had said it out of want— curiosity overtaking her. Knowing the good dean had been known famously as Cinderella's fairy godmother, always taking care of princesses and never being one herself. For Lesso, it had been said out of snark. A tease to pull a nerve. Maybe two. But Dovey had taken a step back that moment, bewilderment echoing on every inch of her face at the well-lit school library for Good. Her reaction had been the opposite of what Lesso had in mind. Nevertheless, she liked the small part between Dovey's lips, the little furrow of her eyebrows, and all the emotions gathering all at once in those beautiful eyes. The reaction was nothing but subtle. You could see, plain as the night sky, the complication of Dovey's feelings.

"Princess?" Dovey repeated, as though Lesso had mistaken her for one. It wasn't the intention, of course, but the dean could play along. Dovey turned around, her back facing Lesso as she fakes a giggle. "Ridiculous! Nonsense... nonsense." Her lips felt dry, and the room started heating up. Dovey calms herself down on the corner of the library between two dusty bookshelfs.

Leonora crossed her arms, examining the entirety of the situation. What would she get out of this? What more could she get of this? Dovey had reacted well to her liking. She figured that was it. Her cue to leave, that is. But she continued looking at Dovey's back, hunched over as she breathed deep and soft. Lesso lets out a small chuckle. "It was a mere word."

Like an actress' cue on a movie scene, Clarissa turned swiftly. The complications and mixed emotions that had translated in her face turned into something of fury.

"A word that is not true. I am anything but."

Lesso raises a suspicious eyebrow, "Is that insecurity I hear? Isn't the School for Good about being beautiful and all that bullshit?" The opposite was taught in the School for Evil. But the polar opposite schools taught one thing in common on all its students; acceptance. The beautiness and ugliness of everything that you are and that comes with you. There is no honest truth without the importance of acceptance. Just a farce.

The professor frowned at the profanity, looking away from Lesso's piercing gaze. "Don't even start, Lesso." She inhaled sharply, now moving past the said and unsaid things. She grabbed the hem of her dress as she walked past by the dean. "I have a class in 10." And with that, Dovey disappeared behind the two golden doors screaming of richness and of great value. Lesso would have to give it to Dovey for always brushing things off within seconds. Minutes, if she felt like it.

Leonora glares with certainty at the two golden doors. What a princess.

The second time, it had been around the other professors and the school master. It was intentional. To get a rise out of everyone but most especially at the targeted figure. The evil dean did not know why she had felt like saying it, especially around these tyrants. But the word was itching to get out of her every time Dovey's within earshot, and it just so happens Lesso loves to have that itch scratched this very moment. Dovey stared at Lesso with such confusion and hate. Good does not hate, Lesso remembered thinking, but it was a beautiful look on Dovey. She mentally chuckles.

"Lesso—"

"Yes, Princess?" Her tone was taunting, a one she wishes would perfectly rot all the goodness within Dovey. Lesso leans back in satisfaction and anticipation of what will happen next, of what emotion Dovey displays this time, and if she could ever control it and move past it like the last time.

The woman in question looks around frantically, embarrassed for both herself and Lesso. Dovey looked wary and aware of her surroundings and inviting the evil dean to be the same. But of course, Lesso couldn't care less. She wanted to see, for some reason, a look on Dovey's face. The explosion of it all. She crosses her arms, throws a daunting smirk, and tilts her head menacingly. She was inviting Dovey as well. And it went on like that for minutes, with the atmosphere granting nothing but stillness and thrill. The good and evil professors watched them profusely, batting eyes at Dovey, Lesso, and the invisible line that separates the two of them. They had known for quite a while the cockiness and evilness of Lesso, she'll kind of give it away the instant you meet her. So it wasn't really a surprise witnessing this moment right now.

Dovey exhales, slowly. She takes her time as she presses the heel of her palm against the long table, standing up while looking at Lesso. The veins in her neck were visible as she said, "Can we talk in private?"

Lesso replied with, "And leave the audience questioning the ending?" she smiles, "I do not think so. That would be rude."

"I'm sorry, let me rephrase that." She glances around at the said audience. They looked away the instant. Then she glanced back at Lesso, feeling the hard thrumming of her heart against her chest. The hatred she feels for this woman was excruciating. "Let's talk in private, Lesso."

"Was that a command, Princess?"

Dovey bites the inside of her cheek, hoping she was biting Lesso's ferocious mouth instead. And no, she did not mean that as some kind of a sexual thing.

"Yes. I'm commanding you to talk with me in private, Lesso. Now."

There was some sense of urgency in her voice, some bitterness as well that hints Dovey was not at all enjoying this. Just like what Lesso expected and liked. Without any word, she stands up as well, not breaking eye contact with Dovey. Lesso found it challenging the very first seconds, just then noticing the similarities between Dovey's eyes and the deepness of both the ocean and the universe. It doesn't make any sense at all, but it was the only thing Lesso could think of to compare at that moment.

When Lesso heaved a sigh, Dovey was the first to break and strove on her flat shoes away from the others. Lesso followed her shortly, walking just a few steps behind her, only delaying since it was hard to strut as fast as Dovey when wearing heels.

Lesso could feel the eyes of the professors and the school master aimed at her back.

Perhaps it was better they missed this part of the show.

Soon enough, Dovey led them inside one of the school's hidden rooms that consisted only of the things of those students who had failed classes 3 times and were transformed into whatever creature that sucked. Lesso closed the door behind and when she turned around... there it is.

"You look mad." The evil dean commented, there was a small curve on the side of her lips at the sight of Dovey's current situation.

"Princess?" Dovey scoffed. "Of all evil things that you could call me, that's what you picked up on?"

Lesso shrugged her shoulders, seeming ignorant. "It fits you."

"It's not even an insult!"

"Then why are you insulted?"

Dovey stopped at that, her chest rising up and down as she panted. The room felt hot again, and it was like the air was closing in on her, and she wouldn't be able to breathe the next 2 minutes.

She didn't let herself be, of course. She pulled herself together. She had to. She wasn't about to break down and cry in front of the very person she'd rather bury herself alive than be in a room with.

Dovey clears her throat, looking down at the ground and the gap between Lesso's heels. She frowns, "I don't appreciate you calling me Princess... much less with the teachers and the school master around." She announces without meeting Lesso's gaze.

Lesso tuts. "Are you commanding me?"

"I help princesses." Dovey emphasizes, and she feels her heart's walls thickening and pushing against. "I am not one."

The other dean leans against the door, crossing her arms as she did. She scanned Dovey from her adorable headpiece to the flat shoes she wears. She had plenty of the same shoes but with different colours. Unlike Lesso, who had many variations of shoes with different heights.

"I do what I want."

Lesso left without a word right after that, satisfaction ringing in her every step, leaving Dovey completely dumbfounded— irked. Dovey had tons of nerves, and she was able to pull all of them conventionally. Just what the hell was Lesso's problem? I mean, Dovey gets it, the whole being evil thing and that. But why does it have to be her, of all people? There was Emma, who is all about beauty. Not that Dovey wanted Emma to feel the same as she does when Lesso teases her, but she was the better target between the two. So why, God, why did Lesso have to pick her? She hadn't done anything to upset the evil dean. As a matter of fact, she had been cheerful and giddy the first time she met Lesso. Kind. And Lesso had glared daggers at her, perfecting it with a mischievous and smug smirk. Dovey could still remember the intimidation Lesso caused. She had shivered in her position at that moment.

Dovey caught herself against one of the walls facing the door and took a moment to keep it all together. She didn't mean to overreact, nor did she mean to storm off of the private meeting. But there was something about Lesso, the princess calling, and the look she gave her every single time. Something so deeply irritating.

She couldn't put a pin on it. And she does not wish to waste her time trying to. She'd just reason that it was Lesso. Simply Lesso.

Dovey nodded her head at herself, decisive.

The most recent time Lesso had called her princess, Dovey hadn't reacted. She hadn't shifted uncomfortably in her position. She hadn't frowned. She hadn't shot a dreadful glare at Lesso, nor did she demand a private chat. She just went on with what she was doing; looking over at books for her next class. There had been a great improvement in regards to the School for Good and its lessons to its students. Dovey just can't be truly sure if it was an improvement she agrees on, but nonetheless, there were rules to follow.

Leonora visibly looked a bit excited at this development. Dovey caught it and chuckled. The evil dean takes a step closer from where Dovey was working. "Well, this is a surprise." Granted surprise. Lesso comments, her eyes observing the tiniest inch of Dovey's face to see if there was anything, anything at all, that could hint her that this was a facade. That Dovey had practised herself into not reacting. But there wasn't. Lesso bit her lip, "Princess it is."

"What book did you need again?" Clarissa asks, moving past it and hoping Lesso would do the same. She did. Lesso places her arms on her sides and starts off the furthest corner of the room. Dovey walked behind her. There was a bookshelf with a title on the top, 'Beauty Spells'. Lesso grabbed the thickest book on the display. "You're grabbing a beauty spell book." She points at it.

"We need more ugly spells. I can't have never students this year be particularly into their looks." Lesso scans the book, brushing off Clarissa's eyebrows furrowing.

"Beauty spells doesn't exactly help with that." There was a humour in her tone, a friendly remark. Lesso can't decide whether she should let it be or comment on it to completely get rid of whatever was on Dovey's mind that could clue her Lesso didn't mind being... casual. She definitely minds.

Lesso went around Dovey, walking past her. She could hear distant footsteps behind. "I don't need anything more, Princess." And the footsteps halted.

She sighs as she exits the library, but not without Dovey's, "That is a beauty spell book, Lesso!" shouted from across the library. Lesso mentally laughs at Dovey's brazeness. All evers are brazen, she realizes. And it is exactly why she doesn't get along with them. Lesso loved shame. The petrified look on people's faces as they realize what they had done was more than an embarrassment. It was art in her eyes. Evers were an offence to that.

This time, when Lesso had called her princess— Dovey smiled. Like a true, genuine smile. Perhaps it was also because of the context and the scene before them. But Dovey smiled at the nickname, Princess, which Lesso had been throwing around to spite her back then.

"What do you know?" Dovey confidently speaks, "Good wins again!" She sang cheerfully, her chest exploding in warmth and joy as the Ever students broke into screams of success and effort. It was a good and exciting battle, and Dovey hadn't doubted her students a tiny bit. They had been well-trained all year round. And God knows Clarissa had spent all the time she could to harness them.

Lesso sulks behind her. "What do you know." There was sarcasm haunting her voice. Dovey only giggles at it. "Next year, it will be us. We have to balance it out, Clarissa. Good has been winning for almost a hundred years. That is not something we can just approve of."

Dovey scrunches her nose at her. "Next year, then!" She exclaims, not a single ounce of happiness lost at Leonora's snark. Before the evil dean could rain even more on her parade, Dovey descended down the stairs and unto her precious evers. Lesso groans at the sight of it.

"Next year, Princess."

[midnightsun-if]

From this ask: https://www.tumblr.com/midnightsun-if/735584503699030016/lmao-first-cienna-now-morgan-faythe-either-you

Who’s your most red flag character? For scientific reasons obviously 👀

I think I’ve mentioned Evony Andora, but she’s not a red flag, red flag… You know? She’s just a light shade of red.

Now Isadora Valerius, on the other hand? She’s definitely not someone I’d wish to mess with. When I was designing her Mother Miranda came to mind (which should help in envisioning her personality/countenance). She’s the Deputy Headmistress at Aurelian, and definitely someone you don’t wish to piss off.

Though there is another Deputy Headmaster… Alastair Sterling (as Clarissa doesn’t trust Isadora to run the school by herself whenever Clarissa has to leave for other duties… the reason Isadora got the position she did involves a long and complicated tale). Who’s the complete opposite of Isadora— super sweet bean… He doesn’t mind if you mess with him as he rarely gets pissed off.

[incorrectdovessoquotes]

Emma: Well, it looks like the knife missed your femoral artery.

Lesso: That’s good.

Emma: No! You had a knife inside of you! That’s the opposite of good!

Clarissa: *Trying not to faint in background*

[endergirl36]

Holmberg Family

The Holmberg family is the typical tv family. Two respectable parents with well established careers, teen daughter who are complete opposites & a smart well rounded son. Unfortunately each of them will tear their perfectly structured family apart.

Roderick is a well respected business man & loving husband. He is very engaged in kids kids lives, he also buts aside time for just him & his wife.

Clarissa is a popular arts critic & is known for being quite the painter herself. Clarissa came from a humble upbringing & tried to give the same to her children. Now that her daughter are teens they now have more responsibilities & have started part-time jobs.

Cara is your typical bubbly pink-loving blonde. She is quite popular in school & seems to be loved by everyone(other than her sister). Cara has recently started babysitting for the Langley family down the road & loves spending time with the little twins.

Ember enjoys being alone in her room, when she isn't hiding from her family she's either tutoring kids or hanging out with her friends.

Dimitri is a troublemaker, from pranking toilets to unleashing gerbils in the school this boy has done it all & has no plans to stop.

[platonic-pals-punchout]

The Expanse (book series & tv show) | The Untamed (tv show)

Clarissa Mao & Amos Burton:

Amos and Clarissa have a friendship that spans the course of over 30 years in the books, needs and receives very little definition as a friendship, and never once has anything to do with sexuality. It’s the friendship of two people who know they’re broken in the same places, instead of trying to heal those places, simply and silently commiserating. They’re both people who have murdered hundreds of people and have no issue murdering more, Amos sort of provides a mentorship role to Clarissa that then morphs into a decades long companionship

Wen Qing & Wei Wuxian:

Besties who run communes of war refugees in direct opposition to the current ruling class stay together

[spookystar29]

"A lawyer who has a stage name? Who is THIS entitled?"

"She's right though. She's no "Leonora", that means light."

* When their youth support & education shelter gets sued and dragged through a PR nightmare, 2nd in chair August Sader makes a suggestion to hire one of the most infamous minority rights - lawfirms to help them out. Clarissa Dovey, informally declared inhouse-fairy godmother and miracle worker, is tasked with working in direct contact with fearsome co-owner Leonora Lesso.

No one expects the ordeal to go smooth, of course.

But especially no one expects the aftermath following of two completely opposite women having to pair up for the greater good. *

[technodromes]

Oh, today is apparently my blog's first anniversary. Cheers to many more years to come. Some follow-forevers & shout outs because why not?

@countlessrealities // SCOTTY! You are to blame for my Rick & Morty obsession! I love your blog and your portrayals of every single one of them. While they are mostly busy with making each other's lives a pain, I cherish their relationships and interactions very much! It also makes me happy that you reach out to me so much with memes. I have been a bit afraid of sending memes back because you're so busy and I didn't want to seem overbearing, but know that I'm working on sending you some things this month~

@dynamoprotocol // Locke, Clarissa / Chance's lore is so amazing and deep and interesting and I love every bit of it! I also admire your passion for your high-voltage troublemaker. And my bunch of idiots cherish them too. Well, you know. Most of them! Also thank you for sending me memes & messages! Know that even if I take 500 years sometimes to reply them, I greatly appreciate them! Also, your art is absolutely gorgeous!

@moonromantic // Diren, you and Virote are both very powerful, headstrong, and colorful presences on my dash that I admire. I know I don't talk to you enough and one of my goals is definitely to reach out to you/Virote more in the future! @shiningsilverarmor // Stertle, you've often replied to my posts and also sent me memes on different occasions and I greatly appreciate that! I know you're quite busy but it's always nice to see you active on the dash. Hopefully, we get to interact more next year as well ^^/

@neodarkdark // Hey Jak! I know we haven't been talking much but I think you're very nice and amazing. Seeing your art, lore & passion for and of Svern is always one of my highlights when I check the dash. Please keep up your great work! Remind me to check out Bungou Stray Dogs eventually because I have it on my list since six-ever

@sayonaradumbass // Liz, I think you're the RPer I know the longest here out of the bunch above! It just sucks that your timezone is the opposite of mine man, but let's chat again sometime! We also need to plot something between your muse and my Ferengis over at @muses-inn!

There are so many more people on my list of mutuals that I enjoy seeing on my dash of course, and would love to interact with more in the future. Some people I followed more recently, and some I just struggle a bit to start off with because I'm always in low battery mode during late autumn/winter. But know that I see you and appreciate all of you ^^ and an extra round of special mentions to @nightwatchr / @mixed-up-multiverse / @alm1ghtysea / @advnterccs / @eyeknowmayhem / @1eads / @outofthiisworld / @rapxir / @championofdarkland / @fluffghostrp / @chaosmicjelly / @imprvdente / @pleasemymel0dy and YOU.