#serene laurence

[ask-elliotgang]

(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Rimi @ Ardel: "I was wonderin', since you were grew up in the orphanage with your friends, what did life looks like?" She asked with her jacket off. "I have a friend who was in the orphanage, until he was adopted by an Eevee so he didn't remember that much."

Ardel squints a bit, recalling memories before answering.

ARDEL: "I don't think a lot of people would remember their younger days, but I was there at the orphanage from around the ages of 10-17 so it was a major part of my childhood. I remember it more clearly than the others I think. I was the second oldest there. barely a few months younger then Zeppelin. Everyone else were younger. Serene is only about 2 years behind me and she was the next oldest so. The ages range a lot."

ARDEL: "... Sometimes I think I remember more than I should."

Do you wanna press on asking further? Yes? No?

[cinderellaenjoyer]

@janedoeweek

Day 2 - Another choir member as Jane/John Doe!

I actually did two for this!

First one: Jane Doe! Ocean

I kind of took inspiration from Circus Baby from FNAF, and changed the usual headband I gave Ocean to one with a big red bow

She's still very loud and oddly bubbly, in a kind of creepy way of course

Second one: Jane Doe! Serenity

She's meant to be form my Swap AU, which I've talked about before. And she may have taken a few more things than just her doll's head :) (the socks and gloves btw)

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Irene Papas (Tribute to a Bad Man, Electra, Zorba the Greek)—"From the opening shot of Michael Cacoyannis's Electra, as the proud, implacable face emerges from encroaching shadows, it becomes impossible to imagine anyone else as Euripides's heroine. Erect, immutably dignified, dark eyes burning fiercely beneath heavy black brows, Irene Papas visibly embodies the sublimity of classical Greece, tragic yet serene." -Philip Kemp (film critic) Also she's a a badass.

Vivien Leigh (Gone with the Wind, A Streetcar Named Desire)—Leigh is exceptionally beautiful. To quote Garson Kanin, Leigh was "a stunner whose ravishing beauty often tended to obscure her staggering achievements as an actress. Great beauties are infrequently great actresses—simply because they don't need to be. Vivien was different; ambitious, persevering, serious, often inspired." She was an actor's actor, one of those big old-school theatre dames, full of drama and temper.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Irene Papas:

An amazing actress and singer, some may say a literal Greek goddess. Fought against military dictatorship in her home country and had an affair with Marlon Brando.

She literally played Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world in Greek mythology, what more could you want

Vivien Leigh propaganda:

"I submit this gifset--help she is so beautiful and tragic"

"Extremely versatile, absolutely beautiful features and a wonderful resting bitch face if needed."

"She has such a range of character types that she could fit any favorite type of woman. And have you seen her in the Red Dress? with her cocked eyebrow???"

[Linked GwtW gifset]

"She played one of the most famously unlikable characters in cinema history and knocked it out of the park."

"Vivien Leigh vs every established and wannabe actress on Earth- grand slam winner for Scarlett O'Hara and won the oscar. Ultimate power couple with hottie finalist Laurence Olivier. I am just on my knees for that arched eyebrow and smouldering look."

"She’s just mmm the PASSION behind her performances is palpable, she’s so beautiful and elegant and amazing and yeah"

"look at her. im a gay man and im in love with her"

[rmelster]

—𝐍𝐨, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐄 𝐨𝐮𝐭 ( @lordbettany )

—𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐋, from Star War’s Phantom Menace.

One of my first crushes, it is not until recently that I found I was not the only one enthralled by this short of demonic being. Idk.

—𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍, singer and guitarist belonging to the bands Guns N’ Roses (cofounder) and Hu Hu Hounds.

He ain’t that much of a “hear me out” if I’m honest, but he is the key to everything; Mind you that writing fanfic of him was what truly pushed me to write, and that very same wee fanfic eventually derived in the draft that (also eventually) derived in The Raven Volumes. To sum it up: If 12 y/o me had not had fallen head over heels for this guy while my father was trying so much to make me a rock lover like him, THERE WOULD NOT BE BOOK! THERE WOULD NOT BE TUMBLR! (Okay I calm down, but why having a crush with this guy was so fundamental for my development as a writer wtf)

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐈𝐈 as portrayed by British actor Laurence Olivier for his homonym film.

Ayeeeeeee. What can I say of this one. A true classic, even if it’s a recent one.

—𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, American actor.

Had I lived in the silent film era I would have needed Drew Barrymore’s problematic grandfather like a thirsty man needs a spring of pure fresh water. Seriously. You need to watch his When a Man Loves if you haven’t.

—𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐍, from the recent adaptation to film to Frank Herbert’s Dune.

Don’t make me talk about him.

—𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈, Italian actor.

He has a precious smile and that is all that matters. One of the few men I like even when they have bear or slicked hair. A true heartthrob if you ask me.

—𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐍, theatrical actor.

Dreamy. He actually had this stern, aquiline features but such an air of serenity and dignity, like he belong from a long gone past.

Also. Dekkion, from the 80’s show Dungeons and Dragons.

[huariqueje]

Serenity in Shadows - Laurence Jones , 2024.

British, b. 1991 -

Acrylic on paper , 30 x 23 cm. 12 x 9 in.

[mischiefinbloom]

Hey I hope it’s okay to request this but I think that it could maybe help me in some way :,) Maybe any Timothée character (you can choose) with an anorexic, fem reader who is struggling with eating? I hope I’m not making you feel uncomfortable in any way, if so then I’m so so sorry and you can just ignore this

hi, my dear! thank you so much for the request. i’m truly sorry for what you’re going through, and i sincerely wish you all the strength and peace. i don’t mind writing about this at all, and i did it with great care—i hope it resonates with you!

୧ ‧₊˚ gentle whispers

₊⊹ summary: on a quiet afternoon in concord, laurie and reader share tender moments of affection and care. as they navigate the challenges of the reader’s journey, laurie’s gentle love provides a comforting and safe space, where every touch and gesture speaks of patience, understanding, and a love that doesn’t rush. ogether, they find solace in each other’s presence, and in that, a little peace.

₊⊹ pairing: theodore laurence x fem!reader

₊⊹ warnings: mentions of anorexia, emotional support and comfort. no explicit content.

the afternoon in concord unfolded with a soft serenity. sunlight filtered gently through the window, casting warm, golden beams across the room. the comforting scent of freshly baked cake filled the air, mingling with the soft strains of music that laurie had set to play in the background. he was in the kitchen, preparing something simple yet imbued with his careful touch—a touch that made everything feel loved. meanwhile, you nestled into the couch, wrapped in the blanket laurie had given you last winter, your favorite spot in the house, where you felt most at ease.

laurie soon appeared in the living room, a cup of hot tea in hand, just as he always did on days like this. his steps were measured, his expression soft, and his smile—the one that always made you feel like you were home—spread across his face. there was no rush, no expectation, only the quiet understanding that you were there together, in that peaceful moment.

“I brought you something,” he said, his voice gentle as he placed the cup in your hands. his fingers brushed against yours for a fleeting moment, and you felt the familiar warmth of his touch, grounding and comforting.

“thank you, laurie,” you murmured, your voice soft, but filled with gratitude. his gesture, so simple in nature, felt like the entire world in that moment. laurie didn’t need grand declarations to show how much he cared; he spoke through his actions, every little thing he did reflecting his love for you. he did it all quietly, without fanfare, yet every moment felt significant.

he sat beside you on the couch, his body leaning in close. without saying a word, his arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you gently toward him. you leaned into him, feeling his warmth, the scent of his cologne—a mix of comfort and familiarity. laurie never pressed you; he simply let you be, waiting with quiet patience to offer the care and affection you needed in your own time.

the minutes slipped by in an easy silence, one that was neither awkward nor strained, but one that spoke volumes—each breath, each small touch filled with an unspoken understanding. laurie’s lips brushed your forehead in a soft kiss, so tender that it almost felt like a promise. you closed your eyes for a moment, feeling his gentle affection seep into you, as if it was enough to soothe everything inside.

"are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft, his gaze filled with concern. he looked at you with such attentiveness, aware that sometimes words were unnecessary, but he needed to make sure you were truly okay, that you were feeling as comfortable as you appeared.

“yeah,” you whispered, clutching the warm cup a little tighter, as though its stability offered you a sense of calm. “I'm just tired, that’s all.”

he nodded, his understanding clear without any further need for explanation. laurie didn’t demand answers; he simply knew that sometimes silence was the most honest response. he respected that. he was there for you, unconditionally—no judgment, no rush. he understood the importance of allowing space and time, and he was more than willing to provide both.

“I'm so glad you’re here,” you said quietly, turning your head to look at him. “sometimes, when everything feels heavy, I just want to hide from the world. but with you... I feel lighter.”

laurie’s smile was soft, reassuring. there was a tenderness to it that made you feel protected, cherished. without a word, he leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. it was not a kiss of urgency, but one of quiet affection—a kiss that conveyed more than any spoken words ever could. you felt his love in every delicate touch, in the way his lips lingered for just a moment longer than usual, as if he wanted to make sure you knew how much he cared.

“I’ll always be here,” he whispered when he pulled away, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, a touch so gentle it felt like a caress for your soul. “you’ll never have to go through this alone.”

you felt the truth of his words settle into your chest, and in that moment, it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted, if only for a while. you nestled into his side, the steady rhythm of his breathing a comfort against your ear, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you in closer. it was an embrace that spoke of safety, of love—unconditional, unwavering. he enveloped you not just with his body, but with a quiet, unspoken promise to always care for you.

“I love you, laurie,” you murmured, your voice full of warmth, your heart aching with the depth of the feeling.

he smiled softly, a smile that reached his eyes, and kissed the top of your head. “I love you too, sweetheart. and I'll always be here, supporting you in everything.”

the rest of the afternoon drifted by slowly, wrapped in a gentle cocoon of affection. there were no expectations, no pressure—only shared moments of laughter, whispered words, and soft caresses. laurie didn’t need you to be anything other than yourself. he didn’t rush you. he was just there—present and loving, offering a kind of love that made everything feel softer, safer.

at one point, laurie took your hand in his, gently bringing it to his face and pressing a soft kiss to the palm of your hand. “I know it’s not always easy,” he murmured, his voice low and tender. “but I want you to remember, even when things feel hard, you always have a home with me. you have my love, and with that, you’ll never be alone.”

and in that moment, nestled against him, you felt at peace. with laurie, the struggles felt more manageable, the weight of the world just a little less burdensome. he knew when to offer comfort and when to give space, how to offer both silence and support in ways that made everything feel just a little more bearable.

laurie kissed you again, this time with more intention, with all the love and affection he had to give. it was a kiss that spoke of everything he felt for you—the tenderness, the care, the devotion. and as you kissed him back, you knew, with every fiber of your being, that despite the difficulties, despite everything, life would always be softer, more beautiful, with him by your side.

as the day slowly came to an end, and the sun began to set, you and laurie were still on the couch, entwined in one another’s arms. soft touches, shared smiles, and the kind of love that felt vast and comforting, like it could fill the entire world. laurie held you once more, and you let yourself surrender to the warmth of his embrace, feeling, in that moment, that you had truly found your home.

[starrayblogs]

writing masterlist ★

(requests are currently closed!) check this post for requests that you can send!

in case you are interested, here's my official wattpad and ao3 handles!

everything in this tag is under ✩ starraywrites

fandoms ★

ninjago ★

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teenage mutant ninja turtles ★

✩ bayverse tmnt scenario > where the reader is affectionate, but does not know how to receive affection

✩ 2012 tmnt headcanon > where the reader accidentally calls their favorite turtle something they regret

lego monkie kid ★

✩ wukong courting hcs > how would sun wukong court his to-be spouse?

✩ flirting with wukong hcs > how would sun wukong react to being flirted with?

✩ kissing sun wukong hcs > what kind of kisses would the monkey king enjoy?

✩ date ideas with sun wukong > what kind of dates would sun wukong take you on?

✩ the monkey king's mommies > how would the monkey king's mother figures react to you?

✩ you and wukong's first kiss > how would your first kiss with sun wukong go?

journey to the west ★

✩ Unnamed Journey to the West AU > in where i shamelessly self-insert (kind of?)

mystreet ★

✩ Serenity Lives Next Door || Zane Ro'Meave x Reader (part i, part ii) > what happens when someone who takes your dream house unexpectedly lives next door?

✩ laurence zvahl x reader > you're confident in everything until it comes to your romantic feelings to one of your closest friends

hellaverse (helluva/hazbin) ★

✩ The Cowboy Ropes in a Bunny || Striker x Reader > so, here are the days in the life of one of the most famous camgirls in all of Hell—you. (part i)

undertale ★

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fnaf: security breach ★

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welcome home ★

✩ Bella Breeze Official Page > "For a cloud like her makes her Welcome Home's most laidback neighbor with a knack of flowers"

miscellaneous ★

✩ Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader (DISCONTINUED) (prologue, part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi) > a troll with a rock heart softens in the company of a certain cotton candy haired troll

✩ Chai? I Love Chai! || Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader > you surprise india's spiderman with your unexpected love and knowledge for indian cuisine!

personal ★

dnd ★

✩ Tia Valerie > my celebrity fire genasi celebrity oc

✩ Arcane > my scarred tiefling rogue oc who is doing their best to avenge their clan

self ★

✩ ...

ocs ★

✩ Bella Breeze > my welcome home oc who is a cloud with a knack for flowers

✩ Stella > my fnafsb oc who is a star-themed animatronic that handles the fazbear theater

✩ He Xiulan > my lmk monkie oc who is the big sister of the younger monkeys in ffm

[lexlee20]

a note on the Chinese dragon breed names that were introduced in the last few books of the _Temeraire_ series—

way back when Naomi Novik hosted the original Temeraire wiki on her own website (around book 5 iirc), some other users and I were speculatively reverse-engineering “Scarlet Flower” and ”Emerald Glass”, given the likely constraint that the naming pattern should demand a single ideograph for each of those. Those phrases could be regarded as translations provided to Laurence by someone who frex might not know the English names of every kind of local red flower; we ended up deciding on peony: 芍, sháo.

“Emerald Glass” was a lot tougher bc of the single-character constraint, so it had to be something inherently green that wouldn’t require an added descriptor. “Jade” was already taken; even a novice translator would be clear on the value difference between jade and glass; and most glass isn’t intense emerald green anyway. We ended up going metaphorical by referring to the serene, smooth green surface of a formal water garden. Pond/fishpool: 沼, zhǎo.

(We absolutely did not want to go in the direction that Laurence had misheard an ambiguously enunciated “emerald grass”.)

By the time those names appeared in print, the wiki and discussion pages were gone from her site and the participants dispersed, but I was ever so pleased to see them canonized yay.

[vector--xd]

Laurence: When the blue flowers offer you, A sweet gift, a longed-for treasure, With his presence, calm and serenity, Your being will be filled with enchanted love. Like a poem that whispers in silence, The color will slip into your soul, A gentle caress of nature, The perfume of flowers, an eternal embrace of peace and love. 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Yasmine Lum

Damien's Fourth Princess Yasmine Lum (2020)

The third daughter of Damian and Nicole, the near-sighted Yasmine. She's book-smart and shy, preferring to stay at home and away from most people.

"Please don't touch my books."

Name

Full Legal Name: Yasmine Lilith Lum

First Name: Yasmine

Meaning: Variant of 'Yasmin', meaning 'Jasmine' in Arabic and Hebrew, derived from Persian 'Yasamin'

Pronunciation: YAZ-min

Origin: Arabic, French, English

Middle Name: Lilith

Meaning: Derived from Akkadian 'Lilitu' meaning 'Of the night'.

Pronunciation: LIL-ith

Origin: Semetic Mythology, Judeo-Christian-Islamic Legend

Surname: Lum

Meaning: From Old English 'Lum' meaning 'Pool'.

Pronunciation: LUH-mb

Origin: English

Alias: N/A

Reason: N/A

Nicknames: Yaz, Lily

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 23

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: British

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: February 19th 1997

Symbols: None

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, French

Relationship Status: Dating

Astrological Sign: Pisces

Theme Song (Ringtone on Damian & Vi's Phones): Damian: 'Nicotine' - Panic At The Disco Vi: 'Wrong Side of Heaven' - Five Finger Death Punch

Voice Actor: Maisie Adam

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Bodmin, Cornwall, England

Current Location: Bodmin, Cornwall, England

Hometown: Bodmin, Cornwall, England

Appearance

Height: 5'5" / 165 cm

Weight: 140 lbs / 63 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) None

Piercings: Ear Lobes (Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: Near-Sighted/Poor Sight

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Xanthia Winter, Seren Mathieson, Ida Scott

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: N/A

Closest Confidant: William Abney

Mentor: Nicole Lum

Significant Other: William Abney (24, Boyfriend)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Damian Lum (61, Father), Nicole Lum (62, Mother, Née Yap)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Viola Nye (41, Half-Sister, Née Lum), Ulysses May (38, Half-Brother), Wanda Ott (35, Sister, Née Lum), Tristan Lum (32, Brother), Xavia Lum (29, Sister), Sullivan Lum (26, Brother), Roger (20, Brother), Zella Lum (17, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Quentin Nye (42, Viola's Husband), Kestrel May (39, Ulysses' Wife, Née Coy), Heath Ott (36, Wanda's Husband), Gardenia Lum (33, Tristan's Wife, Née Day)

Nieces & Nephews: Adam Nye (21, Nephew), Paulette Nye (18, Niece), Benjamin Nye (15, Nephew), Olivia Nye (12, Niece), Charles Nye (9, Nephew), Earl May (18, Nephew), Jane May (15, Niece), Flint May (12, Nephew), Imogen May (9, Niece), Magnolia Ott (15, Niece), Laurence Ott (12, Nephew), Naomi Ott (9, Niece), Daisy Lum (12, Niece), Vance Lum (9, Nephew)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[katyspersonal]

Top 5 flowers

Five - Anemone! Especially red one

It is a kind of red that I love the most, but I just love the contrast. This flower, no matter the color, will always have dark purple, almost black middle and often white rim around it. I think this is perfect, very pleasing on the eyes. There is some unexplainable sadness about this flower from it... You know, like external beauty, but 'rotten' core from colors alone. Gives me the feeling of a dead inside person that still tries to maintain happy exterior, very moving.

Four - Black Lily!

Black might be not quite my color, but I adore this flower for the sinister vibe! Not only it has not a color you might expect from flowers, but it also has not a very pleasant smell... And to add on that, it is pollinated by flies! A "unlikable" flower, pollinated by "unlikable" insects... I really love it how even in nature, the 'weirdos' find each other! It is emotion that draws me towards this flower so much.

Three - Jade Vine!

It is a beautiful tropical flower, one of those types that are dangling from above. And, it is pollinated by bats! I love the structure and the color a lot! Although, this flower does have a red variant, too:

I discovered this flower while researching Japanese flower meanings (Hanakotoba), and this flower, the 翡翠葛, means 'do not forget me'. Notice the color variation of cyan/aqua and red... Sure, this flower has even more meaning for me after my Bloodb0rne brainrot- just like 'pale' Moon and Bloodmoon! Haha, don't you think these flowers would suit Ludwig and Laurence quite well? It is both color-coding and the fact that they both fell from grace and somewhat faded, hence 'do not forget me'...

Two - Hydrangea! Especially blue one!

I love bushed flowers a lot in general, and this is my favourite amongst them. Variety of the colors is awesome, but the 'original' greenish-white is always nice to see as well! In where I live, people do not really cultivate colorful variants; I only saw BARELY blue hydrangea just once over here. But I just love these HUGE chunks of tinier flowers. Also, I loved to feature them in some of my much older drawings:

One - Lotus!

Absolutely BEAUTIFUL flower with deep spiritual meanings attached to it. I, of course, have additional soft spot for it since it is a water flower. It is so incredibly soothing to look at, I feel so much joy of life and serenity seeing this kind of flowers. I adore the giant pad leaves, too. There is a lake that is overgrown with lotus flowers within a reach of a bus or small train trip in where I live, so I am seeing those every August!

To be fair, water lilies should be here too, they are just as lowed, but there can be only one...

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Honourable mention - Edelweiss!

Could not fit it in, it would fall on the #6th place, but I still love this flower. It is so fluffy and adorable! x) A lot of cultural connotations, too, with surpassing the adversity and "proving" one's love and all that... And both of my favourite Russian music bands coincidentally have a song that simply praises this flower!

Thank you so much for asking for this top! It really cheered me up!

[lauvrehaus]

Welcome to the LAUVRE!

Greetings! I'm so happy to find you on this side of the internet. This is the LAUVRE and welcome to my Haus. Before anything else, I would like to share first the inspirations that birthed my Haus. LAUVRE is a term coined from three words: LOUVRE, the famous museum in France popular for displaying hundreds of artworks and spanning throughout history including Leonardo Da Vinci's THE Mona Lisa, LAURENCE, my name, and LOVE, which is how it is pronounced.

Aside from being one of our academic requirements, this account is also dedicated to be a museum that will house my life experiences, personal point of view and a portal to share the things that I love and I am passionate about for the world to see.

Now, for my first exhibit, I'd like to formally introduce you to the *artist* behind this account- ME! Hi, I'm Laurence (he/him), the eldest of three siblings and I recently just turned 18 years old. Yes, another virgo just jumped into legality ready to conquer the world. Recently, I also found out that my MBTI personally changed from INFP-T to INTP-T, which I don't know if it's a good thing or no. Anyways, I grew up in a very energetic environment wherein families from both my parents are well represented, which equally influences my culture growing up.

Ever since I was a kid, I have been mainly surrounded by strong female personalities and relatives, which honed my feminine side more than the masculine side. I have always known it in myself that I am bursting with colors from deep within. I am slowly navigating my queer life through surrounding myself with mediums of art, predominantly with pop culture, music and movies. Speaking of which, my friends also know me as the biggest Lady Gaga stan in any circle. How can you get any gayer than that? I am also a long-time campus journalist and it has become my passion to be truthteller and a medium to amplify people's voices through journalism. I'd like to think of myself as a frustrated artist and a visionary trying to express myself in all ways possible.

I have spent my formative years in the hustle and bustle of the metro in Taguig City. There, I built the foundations of who I am now. I was born and raised in a highly-urbanized and competitive environment where everyone is competing to be on top, but I can tell that I have enjoyed every bit of it. That's why I found it hard when we permanently moved to Borongan in Eastern Samar where I currently reside. It is complete opposite of what I've been used to for the first 14 years of my life. It's like my world took a 180° turn. It felt had to leave everything behind and start all over again.

Soon enough, I have learned to love my new home without the need to forget where I came from. Borongan game the balance I didn't know I needed. It was in Borongan that I saw the serenity and simiplicity of life in the province. That big move gave me a chance to look for ways to improve myself in more ways possible. More opportunities came my way especially in academics. Ihave bren to national competitions and other multiple recognitions inside and outside the academe. I also met new people that aided me in adjusting and building a new homr for me. Maybe, Taguig was becoming too small for my ever-growing being, and I am meant to cross the sea to really expand my world.

Now, I am currently taking up Bachelor of Arts in Communication as a freshman in Eastern Samar State University and taking every step I take as a learning opportunity and an invitation for the betterment of myself, including this blog.

This is just the beginning of everything. I hope to share more moments with you and grow together as I take you with me on my journey. That is all for now. See you next time!

With love,

the LAUVRE.

[cinderellaenjoyer]

Since I've been enjoying quite a lot of RTC age regression HCs lately, I've decided on two things:

1. I now HC the entire (Canon) Choir as Flips! (Sometimes being Regressors, sometimes being each others Caregivers)

2. My OC Serenity is now ALSO an age regressor (just a regressor, not a flip). She regresses between 1-8 years old.

I'm not a regressor myself, but to anyone who is, I hope you're this ok with this!

[rhianna]

ACT I

A Chinese Studio with windowed walls of woodwork and oil-paper. At back of centre a dais, and behind that a picture showing an interior opening into a garden. In the foreground of the picture appears a hanging lantern, and below it a mandoline and a jar holding a spray of plum-blossom. To the right of the stage a sliding door opens into street: to the left stairs lead upward to interior, forward of that a door also to interior. It is morning: six or seven students squat painting. Between every two of them is a small stand for paint-pots, brushes, etc. All are very lazy and desultory at their work: the only industrious one is Tikipu, who, in shabby menial attire, grinds colours with weary persistence. The students yawn, stretch, and whine; and resume work in a perfunctory way at intervals upon shop-signs, lanterns, etc. On the dais sits Yunglangtsi, a mountain of indolent fat: sunk[Pg 2] in profound slumber he squats before his easel. Street-criers are heard without calling their wares.

1st Crier. Only ten sen! Only ten sen! Any buy?

2nd Crier. Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-eh!

1st Crier. [Nearer.] Only ten sen! Any buy?

Hiti. The next person who asks me if I’ll buy—I’ll murder!

1st Crier. [Intruding head.] Any buy?

Hiti. Get out—Mosquito!... Oh, Tikipu, you stagnant fool, do keep them out!

[Tikipu goes to shut door.

Nau. If honourable Shivering-fit has that door shut, long-suffering Foresight will go mad.

Hiti. Judging from its present whereabouts, Foresight will not have to go far.

Nau. Oh, brilliant, scintillating wit! What repartee!

Han. O Firebrands of genius, don’t make it any hotter than it is!

1st Crier. Only ten sen! Any buy?

[Hiti gives long-drawn sigh of exasperation: Tee-Pee pats his back soothingly.

Tee. There, there, Hiti, cheer up! It will soon be over. The Feast of Lanterns begins at noon. Then, on the auspicious stroke, we shut up shop. Mr. Yunglangtsi, how does your august Serenity bear the inconsiderateness of this piffling heat?

[Pg 3]

Lil. Hush! Don’t speak to him! He’s inspired!

Tee. I see—as usual! This inspiration is becoming permanent!

Lil. It is the incubation of the Event, Tee-Pee!

Hiti.

Trust what the starry Oracles foretell:Wait till the chicken taps upon the shell.

The Chinese lantern : A play by Laurence Housman

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/70852

[idv-news-boi]

I'm very curious! Do you have a canon game? If so, who's in it and what happened?

-> Game Group "Roulette"

Note// You’ve just entered an idv lore zone- I'm warning you, this can be pretty ooc for the other OCs I'm writing for,,, Enjoy your ride~

{Survivors}

Laurence Godfrey {The News Reporter}

Taegan Collins {The Dealer} @/idv-sinful-deities

Connor Morozov {The Bomber}

Sonny Latte {The Barista}

{Hunter}

Cleo {Thrillseeker} @/ask-idv-thrillseeker

Lore

"It's nice to meet you, there! I'm Laurence Godfrey...~!"

The blonde gentleman stretches out his hand to Tae as he flashes a friendly smile. He isn't meant to be participating the 'games', but the thrill and excitement of fear is what he's trying out for now... as a reward that he's doing his job to enforce and establish the media in this old manor-

Here he is, in the dining room, greeting a lady with a suit that he would carelessly interact with, probably not much aware of any shady business the Dealer has before the manor... Unless this silly American already read some of her files, which he did-

"Taegan Collins! I'll be up for card games anytime."

The brunette lady gladly shakes his hand, showing gesture of friendliness in return for the News Reporter's happy mood.

"Splendid! Hope you know how to play blackjack~!"

"I'm up for any challenge."

The manor can be dangerous around survivors, If he finds some connections and see which one is his worst enemies and which one is 'safe enough' to stay close with... He'll be able to make it.

But he's not going to stick with that plan. Since he's already aware that someone wants him alive anyway-

"So,,, what's the news?"

Laurence asks as he turns around to look at his other teammates with his unfaltered grin, almost meaning to give them some "social test".

The man with the headphones doesn't seem to have heard him, however... He's merely sitting there with his legs crossed on top of the table as if he doesn't care about what he is to the manor residents... As if he's the boss...

Laurence can tell he's some unconcerned bastard-

"Nothing much. Besides the rumors of the game being almost like hide and seek."

A calm voice interrupted Laurence's train of thoughts, making him turn towards the man next to the rude one. He has some wavy ends on his hair as he wears a serene look through his light expression that resembles a candle in the abyss... Pretty ironic to be at this dark place.

"Sonny, Sonny Latte. I'm merely a humble barista."

"Good to meet you, Mr. Latte!"

Laurence simply knows this guy. Because that's his personal barista and coworker back at the Dyanthus Republic-

But he plays along, knowing he's around with strangers and wants to perform as if he's nothing connected with Sonny. He can't let anyone know that just yet-

"Hide and seek? Never thought the host would be into nostalgic childhood based for the game! But I'm certain there must be something intriguing if we are here."

"Like an adult version of hide and seek?" The Dealer questions to test her comprehension.

"It could be, but no one can picture what kind of hide and seek would it be like at this moment of reflection,,,- the host doesn't seem to be likely to tell us either." The Barista confirms, as he cleans a glass of champagne cup before putting it aside with the other cleaned cups he dried.

...

For a few hours after, 3 of the guests proceeded to talk more but at the living room. Until they had to go back to the dining table for dinner time... Which is eventually served by the suspicious butlers sent by the manor's host.

Even more suspicious is that the food isn't exactly served directly by them-

"Food! I've been waiting for a while."

Tae exclaims happily as her now bright eyes are stating at the food that is not revealed by the metallic dish cover.

Laurence smiles as he inspects the now newly decorated table for the welcome,,,, flowers on the vases, name tags on the assigned seats, and plates neatly plac-

Wait a minute,,, there's something unusual here.

The plates may be all neatly covered by a similar material dish cover... But once all the plates are uncovered, all of them have a slight wrinkled fold on the handkerchiefs that are underneath the dish covers... And two of them have it peeking from the cover since the beginning... Which was Tae's and Lau's

As a man of moderate perfection in organization, The News Reporter has to jump in. Stopping the Dealer from trying to eat what's from her dish.

"Hold it, Tae- there's something out of the place in your food..."

He gently points out as he takes out one of his trusty tools(aka a spyglass) from his infinite pocket and inspects the factors of the dish. The Dealer is confused, but slightly let him inspect it with a suspicious glance.

"It may be invisible... But it won't run away from this-" as soon as the Reporter says this while taking out some sample detector- Connor finally starts speaking.

"What's the matter? We can't eat our food just yet...?"

"There's no way they missed such little mistakes as they were serving the food in the table-" Laurence starts, "Half of the handkerchiefs are not proper folded into a 45 degrees cone like the other two...- there must be some shift or alteration change in the dish."

"Mmm... Or they're probably in a hurry." Tae points out in thought.

"That may be possible,,,, but then, that would mean we aren't the only guests here..."

The room went silent at the statement in question.

"There's no way they're also serving someone else- besides the host.... Or they just made the handkerchiefs on purpose, they must have not like the Dealer at all-" The artist starts.

"Very rude form your part, Sir..." Sonny frowns.

Nonetheless, Laurence didn't hesitate to take a small sample of Tae's food. Then take sample of his food for safety since the handkerchief of his dish was also strangely folded... But in case, he also took a sample from Sonny's after asking for consent.

"So. Mr. Detective? What are you trying to look?" The Barista asks genuinely.

"Proof that there's no poison on the dishes...- and please, I'm just a Reporter who received a degree in my second major, forensics-"

Laurence briefly explains, remembering the fact he went to college twice before just because he was changing majors in the middle of those years-

"Poison????" Now Tae is surprised.

"How did you got into that conclusion?" Connor asks in an interrogative manner.

"Simple... It becomes common to see such scenarios... When reading unusual murder records." Laurence responds,

"If these 3 test bags show different results... Blue for positive and blank for negative...

.

.

.

Someone is attempting to poison one of us tonight."

A thunder then strikes after.

"What? Are you attempting to scare us???" Connor says as his eyebrows are furrowed. Sonny may not be seen we comfortable by this- but he also seems to get serious by this precaution.

"D*MN it, tere's no way- that the butlers must have done th-"

"Look, two of them are turning blue..." Tae points out. Making the 3 men look at the 3 test bags.

Sonny's food Is safe, but Tae's and Lau's however -

"As expected...." The Reporter calmly says as he inspects the test result to see if it's from the exact dishes. He puts his dish away from him.

"Good thing i lost my appetite... Or else I would have been poisoned by positive arsenic."

"Arsenic????"

Another thunder strikes against the dining room's windows.

Tae widens her eyes. Sonny, feeling sympathy for Tae not getting to eat anything safe, offered his dish to her instead.

"Here,,, i ate dinner early anyway." He softly say with a kind smile.

"... Thanks!" The Dealer gratefully accepts, a bit hesitant to take it at first until the man explained about his appetite.

Laurence silently starts thinkigng to himself... it won't be unexpected that the suspicious manor would do such thing... Unless...

He then looks at Connor from the corner of his eyes... He'll have to check his filed more than twice tonight.

...

"Mr. Morozov?"

Connor stops in his steps.. slowing his pace as the floor of the halls are echoing his boots' footsteps.

"Would you kindly give me some of your time? I would like to have a word with you..."

Somehow, the long hall has gotten cold, almost cold as branch leader Sastre's judgement.

...

They both find themselves outside... Not definitely outside the gate but is indeed in the manor's big courtyard.

"Connor Morozov, right?" Laurence asks for confirmation as the Russian artist.

He took a step closer... Shoulders coming to contact in a deadly manner.

"Never thought we would bump into each other like this~ How does it feel like after overthrowing latin nobles with no mercy, mm?"

He then leans into the Russian's ear, whispering the last sayings on the culprit.

"...It's your mistake for hiding away in this manor... Being a coward snd trying to hide from others after all that~"

"..."

"You'll no longer burn down hospitals and poison any random people... Not on my watch....

.

.

.

This is the end of your page for this world, Molotov...~"

A sheriff shot can then be heard, but no one was there to see a body fall.

"Goodbye~!"

...

The next day, everyone is now sitting at the waiting room... No one knows what's up.

Is it a card game? Because 3 people are sitting here... But wait, where's Mr. Morozov? Must be oversleeping since he wasn't seen as eager for the game the last night they saw him-

Yet, Laurence knows the real meaning of the 'game'.... A violent cat and mouse chase.

Conclusion at the game

Laurence went missing after attempting to rescue Taegan. He was encountering Cleo after he saved the Dealer and started kiting . The atmosphere was actually cold and serious between the huntress and the male survivor despite of the silly, flirtatious words the News Reporter threw on for funsies- he was never seen after the game.

Taegan was seen to have successfully escaped the manor with Sonny, who seemed to have something to do with Connor's disappearance before the match along with the News Reporter... But never brought it up about it.

Meanwhile, Laurence stopped appearing around the manor's halls yet the signs of media system expanding around it are going faster than before... Until he was then called off to depart with his partner with his finished goal....

Yet no carriage arrived to pick them up. While his room is now empty as before in its original state.... As if he was never there in the first place.

[peaksport]

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