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wri0thesley · 4 years ago

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Forever- Vampire!Lisa Lisa x Fem!Reader (Kinktober Day #16: Biting)

NSFW. 18+ ONLY. AFAB reader. Fem pronouns. Vampire Lisa Lisa, biting, blood, possible dub-con/hypnosis (your mileage may vary depending on how you read it - i think of this all as entirely consensual).

You are in search of the Lady of the Island.

The man steering the boat had not wanted to take you out to Air Supplena Island. He had been most insistent of the fact that the moment your feet touched solid ground on the island, he would be turning back - his mouth had set in a grim line, his eyes shadowed.

“I ain’t gonna be responsible for her findin’ me trespassing on her land,” he’d said. “N’ if you ask me, you’re a damn fool to be goin’ no matter what.”

You had still tipped him, of course. He had been the only man with a boat who’d been willing to even make the trip, as little time as he would spend on Air Supplena Island’s shore notwithstanding. You had sat in his boat with your hands folded in your lap and your posture ramrod-straight, anxiety gnawing through to your bones; but you would not rest. You would not turn back. You had followed the legends and the whispers of who the lady of the island was for too long and tried too hard to waste all of your hard work because your fear held you back at the last moment.

You step off his boat and onto the island proper with your purse significantly lighter and evening filtering out the last vestiges of the day’s sunlight. You turn to thank the man who brought you here, feeling unsteady and afraid - to see that he has turned around with a second glance at you.

He thinks you are mad, and perhaps you are.

You are slow as you approach the buildings themselves, aware that night is falling all around you. All of this, from one brief encounter in a warm speakeasy and a beautiful woman at your side?

She had kissed you, once, and you had tasted danger on her lips and felt it when her hands had caressed the shape of you in your ugly dress. The entirety of the world had seemed to stop - everything had become unimportant to you, except her lips and the way her eyes seemed to shift ruby tones in the low candlelight. You had been dragged here by the young lady you had been hired to be the ladies companion of; whilst her parents had clearly thought you’d be a good influence on her, they had also not reckoned on the wild streak in her nature.

So you had been dragged along to all kinds of seedy underground places she should not have known about. You had always stayed in the background, watched, tried to make sure she did not get into too much trouble, waiting to intervene just in case she overstepped that small boundary. But it had been in a smoky underground cavern in Paris (“The fashion capital of the world!” Your charge and companion had told you. “You simply must wear something more fetching than that old thing.” You had not acquiesced.) that had changed you forever.

“Come find me,” she’d breathed against your neck, and you had felt something sharp scratch briefly across the join where your neck and shoulder met. “You could be so much more than this. I’ll show you.”

And she had gone, and you had not been able to shake her lips from your mind for months.

Your companion had noticed but thought it prudent not to say anything; even in the free-spirited nineteen thirties, she was not quite ready to accept that she had seen your eyes glaze and your mouth part for another woman. But she had noticed your distraction; that you were less hard on her for going against her parent’s wishes, that you were wistful and maudlin and daydreaming about the night - eventually, she had taken pity on you and come to you to relieve you of your service with an early pay packet of far more than you’d expected.

“I went back,” she said, off-handedly, though her shoulders were tense. “To that seedy little place in Paris. They told me her name was Lisa Lisa - the lady of yours. They called her the Lady of the Island, though I don’t know which one. She’s Italian, apparently - or she makes her home there, now. Don’t ask me anything else. I don’t know it.”

You’d looked at her, slowly, some of your lethargy fading away as you’d felt a hum beneath your skin of promise.

“Thank you,” you’d said - and you’d left the next day for Italy.

It had not been easy. Though your purse was heavy with your payment for a year spent travelling Europe, you were aware that you were plain and simple and prime victim material for shoplifters and men of opportunity. You had stayed in lodgings that were out of the way, perhaps shoddier than what you could and should have afforded, giving them all the same story; you were in search of an older brother who had ran away and had last been seen in the company of a lady that he called the ‘Lady of the Island’.

You did not get your first bite until you had found yourself in Venice, in a small art shop by a canal. The piece itself was of an island, all gothic cathedral imagery and towering columns; you’d been looking at it, and the proprietor and artist had come to stand beside you.

“That’s Air Supplena Island,” he had said to you, obviously able to tell that you were not a local. “They say that the Lady of the Island lives there and slaughters anyone who comes close.” He had shrugged broad shoulders. “I don’t believe it myself, but people will cling to their stories, won’t they?”

You’d beseeched him to tell you more, trotting out that tired old story - that you had become tired of telling, as weeks had grown into months - and his nose had wrinkled, brows drawn down.

“Oh, the Lady of the Island isn’t interested in men,” he’d said, and the stress he’d put on the last word had convinced you that you were on the right track. You had done your best to tamp down enthusiasm as you’d asked and probed about Air Supplena Island - and as you left, you hid your smile behind your hand as you’d bid the man a good night.

You had wanted to employ somebody to take you to the Island as soon as you could, but you had done your best to be sensible. You asked around a little more, probing for information about this Lady - having your suspicions of her legend confirmed.

“They say that she bathes in the blood of virgins,” one older woman had told you. “They say that she will drink a man dry if he so much as breathes in her presence,” - another. “They say that the buildings on her land are made of bones and teeth.”

They confirm what you had thought; that the woman you met in the smoky jazz and the press of bodies is something more than human. The idea should fill you with fear. You should have gotten as far away from Italy as you could; instead, the thought of her inhumanity sets heat aflame between your thighs and makes your heart hammer in your chest.

If she kills you, you think, you will die happy. At least you won’t dream about her any more - the silky sweep of her hair, the curve of her lips, pinpricks sliding into the soft flesh of your thighs. Your shoes sound very loud on the stone, as shadows begin to claim the island entirely. You continue to walk.

You imagine you hear whispers, rustling, the sound of shadows converging and waiting to be told to jump upon you and consume you entirely - still, you walk. And when the foreboding wooden doors that you think give entrance to the vast majority of the building that dominates Air Supplena Island open as if by unseen forces, you do not question yourself - you walk forward, into the entrance hall.

“I thought you’d come.”

The voice is amused. It is low, and deep - shivering with suggestion in every syllable. You recognise it as the same voice that has haunted your dreams since the first time you heard it. You stop where you are, transfixed as she seems to melt from the shadows, just as beautiful and statuesque as you remember. Her skin seems to shimmer like mother of pearl in the moonlight; her lips are redder than blood, her eyes dark and beautiful. She looks at you and smiles, and you see the faintest flash of sharp eye teeth - and immediately, a rush of confusing feelings tumblr all around inside you.

She’s beautiful. She’s terrifying. You know the rumours are true, from her easy stance and her elegance and how she looks at you like a cat stalking a canary - but you cannot find it in yourself to be afraid. Instead, you feel your thighs slick with desire and your body ache to be touched. If she wished to bathe in your blood . . . you think you would open your veins for her. All she need do is ask.

She steps towards you like a leopard hunting her prey, though you have no intention of running anywhere. Her hips move seductively with each step, her eyes not moving from you for a moment - you take in a deep, shuddering breath as she gets closer and closer to you, waiting for her to pounce. You imagine you’ll see your own neck snap as if from very far away - you wonder if the man who brought you here on his boat is even now laughing at your terrible fate.

“Oh,” she breathes, as she gets closer. “Look at you. You found me all on your own, hmm? I knew that you’d be a perfect choice.”

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask her, softly. She stops in front of you, raising a hand to your face - her thumb ghosts your cheekbone, traces the lines of your lips, and all you can do is let her. Everywhere she touches you feel trails of fire spring up in her wake, your body singing in a way that you don’t think it ever has.

“If I were going to do that, dear heart,” she whispers, “you would have been dead before you step foot on my island.”

You swallow as she tips your face upwards, studying you in the pale moonlight. You wonder if you’re pleasing to her - the thought makes you feel curiously hot and bothered. You have never put much stock in your appearance, but if it has helped to win her attentions . . . surely you cannot be that unfortunate to look upon?

She laughs as if she can read your mind.

“You’re extremely pleasing,” she says - and then, she kisses you.

Lisa Lisa - she gives you her name like a secret, and you whisper it against the cool marble of her collarbone, marvelling at how it rolls around in your mouth - has you in her chambers in what feels like moments, though you know it must be longer. Her fingers dance over your skin, working open the buttons and hooks of your plain dress - when it falls from your body, you want to pull yourself in and shy away, but she is above you on the bed and she sighs against you, her breath cool.

“Look at you, little flower,” she murmurs. “You’re beautiful. Ripe for the plucking.”

Her nails scratch sharp across your sides as she caresses the curve and dip of your hips and waist. Her hands take hold of your breasts, testing their warmth and weight, squeezing them so that your back arches and a soft noise of surprise escapes you. She bends her head and the sheet of her hair falls across your skin, a silky sweep that has goosebumps rising along your newly bared flesh.

Her mouth fastens about one nipple, her tongue teasing the nubs to hardness. You have only ever touched yourself under sacrosanct cover of darkness, chaste and afraid - but Lisa Lisa is not at all shamed by how she enjoys your body. She holds you as if it’s perfectly natural to do so, and though you feel exposed, you also feel . . . beautiful. Like something precious to be held against her and kissed and stroked.

“You’ll do beautifully,” she whispers, moving her mouth from your breast to kiss up your collarbones, to trace the fluttering pulse point in your neck. She traces your jawline with her lips, up to your ear - you gasp as she nips at your earlobe. “Oh, you were wasted anywhere but by my side.”

“What will you do to me?” You ask her, breathlessly, as she rears up onto her knees and reaches to tug off her own clothes. You are transfixed by her figure, slowly revealed to you beneath the fine fabrics she’s wearing. She’s like a Greek statue - marble, untouchable, unmarked. Only . . . she takes your hands, brings them to her hips, lets you feel how smooth and cool and soft she is.

“Nothing you won’t like,” she says - and as she dives back down to kiss you again with the hunger of someone who’s been starved for a week, you do not doubt her.

As she kisses you, nipping with her blunt front teeth at your lower lip, her hands urge your thighs apart. You feel ashamed to spread them - especially as you hear the wet sounds of them parting - but she breaks the kiss to inhale deeply.

“I forget, that mortals are so warm,” she says, as one of her hands slides up your inner thigh, nails teasing at the sensitive skin. “You’re boiling to the touch, my darling. You’re hot and warm and soaking wet - did you know?” The last words are conversational, her middle finger swiping through your damp slit, briefly parting your labia lips as your hips arch and a whimper falls unbidden from your lips.

“I haven’t done this before . . .” You say, your cheeks uncomfortably warm - and Lisa Lisa laughs, a rich, deep noise that feels like black silk running down your spine.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she tells you. “I’ve done this many times - and you’ll have plenty of time to learn it too. For now . . . relax, dearest. Lay back on the bed. Let me take care of you.”

There’s a sharp edge to the words; even as you let yourself relax into the soft coverlets beneath you, you feel like she is asking for permission for more than she lets on. Still - you cannot think, at this moment, what you would deny her. Not as she spreads your thighs even wider, those same nails scratching at your skin so your spine prickles, her fingertips leaving blazing trails despite how cool they feel against you.

She makes sweet, soft noises - like placating a baby animal - as your thighs jump as she parts the lips of your sex, exposing those slickened folds to the chill of the air.

“Look at you,” she says, enthralled. “Oh, I have picked beautifully--”

You do not know what she means, when she speaks of choosing you. But her fingers are stroking your folds, now - teasing at your clit and your entrance, making your entire body sing, and you cannot concentrate on anything but how that feels and the way that the fabric beneath your fingers bunches up as you fist hands into sheets.

You are sensitive. Your body reacts with shivers and shudders; little electrical currents going straight from the place between your legs to every other part of you, sending signals of white-hot pleasure to your brain. As she slides one elegant finger inside you and your sex clamps tightly about her, she laughs a noise of soft amusement.

“We’ll train you to take more, my dear,” she says, and she pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing against sensitive patches inside of you that have your hips wriggling. You’re aware that you are making little noises - whimpering and moaning, gasping out noises intended to be words. Her lips are a dark red curve in the white of her face. Her thumb swipes across your clit, rolling the bud beneath the pad, toying with the swollen little bundle until you whine.

“You’ll take another,” she says, softly, and you nod - a sob bubbles in your throat at the brief stretch of two, scissoring you open and wider for her - but it quickly devolves into a groan as your hips cant forwards towards her, urging her to be more thorough in how she’s thrusting the fingers and and out of you. She makes a little chastising noise, clicking her tongue - but you can hear the pleasure in her tone as she murmurs. “Now, now. One thing at a time.”

It’s good. It’s so good. The way her thumb grinds against your clit, the way that her fingers rub against those sweet spots inside of you, the feeling of fullness and the sweep of her hair and the knowledge of who it is and what she is that’s making you feel like this . . . Your body seems to seize up, teetering on the edge of something - and, abruptly, fingers are pulled out of you and the pressure on your clit ceases. You whimper out a noise of confusion and distress; that you were so close to something wonderful, and had it torn away--

“One more thing, before I let you come,” Lisa Lisa says, her lips that perfect red curve again. “Creatures like me do not do things for free, you see.”

“I’ll do it,” you say, feverishly - her index finger lazily strokes your folds, toying with your clit in a way that makes you shudder and your head feel cloudy and strange. “Wh-whatever it is . . .”

Lisa Lisa leans down, kissing the mound of your sex. Your back arches as her tongue flicks out, briefly darting to taste you. She makes a noise of sheer pleasure at the wetness on her tongue that intensifies the ache inside of you and makes you feel as if a curtain is descending all over your judgement. Slowly, she laps at you again - her tongue rolling your clit luxuriously, slow rocks of pleasure overwhelming you.

“You’d agree before hearing my terms?” She says, though she does not sound at all surprised - if anything, her tone is pleased. “You’d trust me so completely, even knowing what I am?”

She does not tell you what she is. She hasn’t - you have known since far before you stepped foot onto her island, and perhaps even before you’d made it to Italy. She knows that you know.

“You can have my blood,” you tell her, wildly, without thinking. “Just, please--”

She pulls back again. Her body moves over you like a cat once more, so that her face is close to yours and her cool breath brushes your cheek. Her breasts press against your own, one marble-smooth thigh between your own legs.

“I want more than blood from you,” she says. “I want you to stay with me, here. Forever.” Her hands trace your hips, cold as she grasps you. “You deserve more than a boring little life and a boring little husband. I can make you a Goddess, my darling. I can make you feared and loved and reviled; I can make you like me. I can give you a life by my side.” She lowers her mouth, pressing her lips to your cheek. Your entire body feels like stone.

“You already knew what I wanted from you, didn’t you, my clever girl?” Hands sliding over your thighs, her body moving. Your legs spread wider, urging her hand and her fingers back between them. She laughs, like a bell tolling. “You’ve known since you walked into my home.”

“Yes,” you say. “Yes. To all of it.”

(You have known, this whole time - since those first words and the promise you were made for better things than this. It had taken her touching you and feeling you and driving you to the brink of release to see it clearly, but now you can - you can see you by her side for eternity.)

“My good girl,” she breathes - and, as her fingers dive inside you again, three pressing against the walls of your sex and clenching around her, her thumb grinds back into your clit. Her fangs slide into your throat.

Both of them feel like fireworks in entirely different ways - low between your thighs, like a man diving into the sea, your body all flaming hot wetness as a tidal wave of heat and need crash over you. In your throat, an explosion of colours and sounds as your head is tipped back and you feel the wetness and heat of your own blood cascade down your body. The rhythmic sucking of Lisa Lisa’s lips against you coupled with the rhythmic way she rocks her fingers into you.

You let your eyes close, the sensations wash over you. It’s the first of many, she said. The first day of the rest of your life.

The two of you have an eternity now, after all.

#writing #kinktober collection #lisa lisa #not sfw #afab reader #fem pronouns #jjba #blood for ts #vampires #biting #dub con for ts #hypnosis for ts

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juuheizou · 6 years ago

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desperate mystery man here to wonder WHO thinks tooru could ever top. personally ive always seen juuzou as being the one who'd top between them the top not just bc it's canon, but also bc im a masochist with a lowkey crush on him

so thats what brought us together, huh?? unless you’re just agreeing w me bc i might as well be juuzou-kin and am awful at hiding my slight not-that-kind-but sadistic streak… 👀

lmao im just kidding abt that part but still:

#i am captivated / i am vINDICATED / i am right i swear im right / swear i KNEW IT ALL ALONG #lmao if 15 year old me could see me taking an actual stance on this topic he would set me on fire and watch me burn w a smile #honestly tho on tumblr i was exposed to the popularity of that (wrong) opinion just from art and fic and text posts crossing my dash #before i became an expert at filtering my fandom experience #but on ao3 i only found out i was the odd man out recently #bc like i said #all byyy myseeelf #except u buddy boy #real talk tho shoutout to suzumutsu gang for being like the only rational ppl in this fandom #maybe thats why theres so few of us rip #answers #desperate mystery man #i honestly think it might be an attempt to be subversive tho... like yeah sure trans ppl can play whatever role they want but uh #do u really think mutsuki 'actually i think it [sasaki begging and embarrassing himself in some early-ass chapter] was admirable' tooru #is the character to prove your point with??#haha i love my slowly growing collection of unofficial middle names for tooru so much #dirty humor

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mcrmadness · 4 years ago

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Lol I had the wildest die ärzte dream in a while :D:D:D

Okay here we go: I had forgotten to check Bademeister.com and when I went there, there was a link and a new music video. It started from some sort of log house, like a vacation resort you can find from Canada or from somewhere else on the mountains. But I think it was actually in Switzerland. It was this lobby with a fireplace and everything looked warm and nice, lots of dark red wood (like red as in wood color, not actual red) everywhere, the camera was spinning very slowly from left to right, revealing that there were people sitting in a circle on chairsm, with some of them having guitars on their laps. One of these people was Rod. He looked slightly like he did in Schrei nach Liebe video, with a fake beard. I don’t remember if there was music yet.

The camera kept turning to the right and I just started wondering: where are Bela and Farin? When I finally saw them. They were standing behind this reception desk, Farin was either taking care of the cash register or wiping the counter (which was black marble, wood was again dark brown). Bela was a few meters closer and he was just dancing his brains out there. Then he just ran towards Farin, grabbed his hand and they started spinning around really fast, bit like how Jack and Rose did in Titanic when they were dancing. I’m not sure if there was a third man involved because I couldn’t see properly, but then they stopped and Bela “cried” because they were spinning around way too fast, and Farin was stroking his back. They were wearing their normal black clothes and the hairs looked like it was from 2013/2013 era. There were also other people behind the desk but I didn’t care to look at them that much.

Next Bela and Farin just stood there with their backs towards a curtain that was behind them, there were also some boxes between them and the curtain, and they were holding hands and looking around cautiously and just started to back away towards the curtain. I think the curtain was turquoise in color? Either that or some dark warm color to go together with all the dark brown wood, but anyway they just backed away and once they were close enough, they slipped through the curtain to the back rooms. I think it was where you got to the staff’s rooms as it was still a vacation resort/hotel.

Then the scenery changed. The curtain was more like a portal to some other place. It looked like a desert but more like a video game desert? There were stuff and buildings but I can’t see them clearly. Two other men, who I don’t know, came out or went through the curtains and then I saw Bela and Farin running out from there, still holding hands and looking super happy. At this point I think there was music already, and it was clear that they were not themselves but more like playing characters of the music video. They even went by some character names, the first thing to come to my mind when I woke up was that they would have been called “Dolannes” and “Melodie” but I’m not sure. (I checked my music library now and I don’t know what that song is, I just know Alleine Economy was named that and that there’s also some live cover of a song with the same name, idk if it’s an actual cover or what.)

To be continued... (under the read more link lol, my dreams are sometimes very long adventures :D)

There was actually lots of people in the area. But everyone was from different medias, like tv series or movies. I can’t see properly who they were and from where but everyone was like some weird die ärzte alternative universe version. If you know those movies or tv series when they hire someone almost a lookalike to play a character and for a moment everything looks normal until you see it and it’s confusing instead. Like you expect it to be THE character but then you realize it’s not? Everyone in the dream - apart from Bela and Farin as their characters, was like that. And thanks to Tumblr (and one old online friend who loves the series and has talked about it to me a lot in the past!) - I have never watched Supernatural in my life and yet there was suddenly a camera close-up looking at someone laying on the ground and when they lifted their head, it was Castiel from said tv series. But he didn’t look like the actor, it was yet again some alternative universe version. I just remember being like “no NOT YOU AGAIN, NOT IN A die ärzte VIDEO???” because I have already filtered the tags on Tumblr and yet can’t get away from all this. And then even dä had the show in their new video lmao. But then I was also finding it hilarious because apparently Bela knew his media XD

Anyway, at some point there was also someone flying, like a super hero, and floating down from the air but I only could see legs and a part of a cape. I think it was a she, but the style was like old Superman comic who were tights etc. There were people gathered around her on the ground, looking up at her. I think at some point everything started to make sense and that place was like some promised land and paradise of “gays who never got to be openly and accepted gays in their medias”. So they could go through that curtain and go into this gay paradise and be happy there lmao. And this was some... weird die ärzte against homophobia plotline that you saw if you were open minded. This whole dream has bit of the color scheme of their M&F video, too. The curtains, if they were turquoise, at least were the same color as the background in the video.

I then remember being at my parents’ house and I was watching the video from my laptop and as the song was playing, I just said to my brother “This is the new die ärzte song.” I could hear the song so clearly in my head, it did not sound like dä at all, it was very slow-paced, almost some art rock sounding, kinda eerie piece. There was vocals but they did not sound like any of them, so my brother just answered that he thought it was some other band - he said the name but I don’t remember it, I don’t think that was even a real and - and I was then thinking out loud that this could actually be a Rod song if he wanted to make a much more experimental song this time.

Then it changed and got zoomed out and showed a map. It was like an European/world map but it was different from the actual map, but it showed Rod was in Switzerland and that was the only part that looked realistic. Bela was actually heading to West and Farin was going to somewhere that looked like the below part of Finland but it was around the area of Middle East, yet it said Farin’s going on an adventure to the Artcic Circle next.

***

Next thing I know was me making a Tumblr post, I just remember writing there:

The new dä video

*video here but I didn’t have the link yet and needed to find it first*

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

And as I was typing those emojis, somehow it turned into me typing a text message or something with my phone and I couldn’t get those emojis out at all, somehow they all were just different emojis portraying old grandmas. And one was even a image of my cousin making a stupid face and I don’t know where did that come from cos I don’t even have her photos in my phone :DDD

I also dreamt about Tumblr: yesterday I actually did the post about how you can send me dä related art requests and I dreamt that my ask box was filled with requests. Lots of people were also sending me just emojis, like thumbs up emoji or something. And then one and the oldest of the asks was someone asking me what is a rhubarb pie and if I can make a post about Finnish rhubarb pie, and so I did.

#mcrmadness dream diary #die ärzte #dreams

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whichstiel · 5 years ago

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I was lying in a tent in the middle of a forest and sunlight was just beginning to filter through the trees. It was five minutes past the start of the second round of claims. I had just enough of a cell phone signal to slowly pull up the list of stories. And...there it was. One of my top five stories remained! There’s nothing like a successful claim to start the morning off right!

@scones-and-texting-and-murder‘s story, Remember When, is a beautiful story about growing up and finding each other again. Here’s the summary:

Castiel Novak meets Dean Winchester in the summer of 1989 when they’re both ten years old. Growing up in small town Kansas is as all-American as climbing trees and little league baseball, but the carefree days of childhood can’t last forever. With adolescence comes new challenges, and Cas finds himself frustrated by decisions Dean makes that he can’t understand. After a big fight junior year, they stop speaking for months, and when tragedy strikes Cas’s family, there’s only time for a quick, heartfelt goodbye before the Novaks move away.

Six years later, after the death of his father, Cas takes a semester off from grad school and returns to Kansas. There he finds the woods where they used to play bulldozed into a housing development, and the Winchester family similarly fractured and gone. In relaying this news to his mother, he learns Dean was keeping secrets of his own as they grew up, forced by circumstances to take on too much too young. Armed with this new information, Cas impulsively decides to drive west to find him and try to make things right.

You can read the teen rated version or the explicit version on AO3. See below for a little bit about the process!

When I originally read the summary, I was captivated by the description of the boys growing up with a tree in the background, as a touchpoint. I’d planned to do simple illustrations (The Giving Tree came to mind). And then I remembered that drawing is hard!

The story made me think a lot about memory and how, in films, flashbacks to the past are often faded or misty. I decided on a hybrid solution: I would do all white paper art for the background (evoking misty memory), but have bright, digital illustrations for key focal points of each image (i.e. the tree, the boys, etc.)

I like to let the cover set the tone for the rest of the pieces, so I started on that first. Friends, it did not go well. (Drawing is hard!) I scrapped my first idea and quietly panicked.

Failed Cover Drafts

I still liked the idea of all white art, or neutral toned art, but I wasn’t sure how to make it work. (If you’re familiar with what I do, you’ll know that I feel most comfortable swimming in color.) I found inspiration in a beautiful book cover (A song of three spirits, by J. Zachary Pike) and riffed off of it, drawing a stylized tree, and adding Dean, Cas, and Cas’s house to it. I wanted it to be mostly symmetrical, so I drew half of the tree, then scanned the design, put it in a photo editor, duplicated and flipped it. BOOM. One whole image achieved. I printed out template sheets, taped one to the top of the cardstock, and started cutting out all the shapes. The main circle was done by upending a bowl and tracing around it. (I really do not trust my eye or hand when it comes to making something symmetrical!)

I photographed it outdoors in full sun, spinning it around until I got the shadows to fall the way I wanted them to. The top cardstock design is balanced on a shadowbox picture frame, and set on top of some cheap green poster board.

Final Cover Drafts

Okay. So, one down. Now, how was I going to pull off the rest? And still have it fit with the cover? And be interesting? ARGH!

My original sketch for the first scene (marbles scene) was more of a 2D look. But once I had the cover worked out, I started thinking about circles as being one of the visual themes of the art series. The marbles scene changed from a 2D look to a minimalist set of circles. And then, since it seemed a little too minimalist, I added a carved mat and backdrop as well. Set against the same green posterboard as the cover, the two felt more unified to me.

Marbles Scene Drafts

Once I finished that, I decided any pretense of realism was pretty much out the window. For my third piece, I opted to make the prettiest dugout you ever did see, laced with an oak tree motif like the cover. I’d found an artist (Malin Koort) who made these really cool sort of 3D people. (They’re adorable - go check them out.) I decided to adapt that look for my own people (but with less stylistic flair).

Dugout Scene Drafts

Now I was feeling like I was in good shape, I finished up the divider (again with the same oak / swoop motif of the cover).

With a week to go, I thought about the joke I’d made at the start of our collaboration: that I’d make some NSFW art for the first time. Why not, I decided. I had time to give it a whirl. If it didn’t work out, my author still had plenty of pieces to fulfill the DCBB minimum. I again went with white on white, relying on shadow to pull out the edges in the image. There’s a little tiny dick about the size of a sliver of fingernail in the final picture, but the angle isn’t right to show it. It’s enough just to know it’s there, right?

Topographical Map of Sex

Pulling these pieces together, I definitely had Project Runway on my mind. To me, building these pieces was like building a fashion collection. Each piece had to be different and stand on its own, but still be visually and functionally tied together. So, using the same paper, similar techniques, and a repeating pattern really “made it work” for me!

Thanks for reading! If you liked this, please let me know! Drop a line on Tumblr or at my art masterpost on AO3.

Messy Workspace is My Brand

#remember when #dcbb2019 #dcbb #violethaze #my art

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heartifilias · 5 years ago

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1-100 i triple dog dare ya

Challenge accepted, Sarah.

1. Spotify, Soundcloud, or Pandora?

Pandora.

2. is your room messy or clean?

clean.

3. what color are your eyes?

brown

4. do you like your name? why?

yeah, i think it’s pretty nice especially since my mother chose it out for me so i learn to appreciate it.

5. what is your relationship status?

single

6. describe your personality in 3 words or less.

a dumb crackhead.

7. what color hair do you have?

black. yes, it really is black and it’s not dyed.

8. what kind of car do you drive? color?

i don’t have a car yet because i’m broke as fuck. it’s a sad life.

9. where do you shop?

costco.

10. how would you describe your style?

casual and laidback.

11. favorite social media account?

tumblr.

12. what size bed do you have?

queen.

13. any siblings?

yes, 3 of them.

14. if you can live anywhere in the world, where would it be? why?

guam. i’ve been there before but i want to go there again because of the beautiful view.

15. favorite snapchat filter?

the hearts around the head filter.

16. favorite makeup brand(s)?

i don’t wear makeup.

17. how many times a week do you shower?

four times.

18. favorite tv show?

supernatural, the witcher, the good place.

19. shoe size?

six and a half.

20. how tall are you?

4′10, leave me alone.

21. sandals or sneakers?

sneakers, but sometimes sandals.

22. do you go to the gym?

nope.

23. describe your dream date.

not expensive, nice and romantic.

24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

$12.

25. what color socks are you wearing?

white socks.

26. how many pillows do you sleep with?

27. do you have a job? what do you do?

nope.

28. how many friends do you have?

a good amount.

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?

um, lied. i would say something else but i’m blanking out,

30. whats your favorite candle scent?

apple cinnamon.

31. 3 favorite boy names.

Dean, Dante, and Mitch.

32. 3 favorite girl names.

Ha’ani, Kiara, and Athena.

33. favorite actor?

Chris Evans and Dylan O’Brien.

34. favorite actress?

Ana De Armas.

35. who is your celebrity crush?

dylan o’brien and chris evans.

36. favorite movie?

knives out.

37. do you read a lot? what’s your favorite book?

yeah. percy jackson.

38. money or brains?

brains.

39. do you have a nickname? what is it?

leif, levi jeans.

40. how many times have you been to the hospital?

15 times.

41. top 10 favorite songs.

my time by jungkook, all for us by zendaya & labrinth, bloom by rkcb, moment 4 life by nicki minaj, short kings anthem by tiny meat gang, dancing queen by abba, big god by florence + the machine, on by bts, you should be sad by halsey, all the good girls go to hell by billie eilish.

42. do you take any medications daily?

no.

43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

oily.

44. what is your biggest fear?

getting a papercut in my eye.

45. how many kids do you want?

2 kids.

46. whats your go to hairstyle?

straight, short.

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc.)

small.

48. who is your role model?

my mother.

49. what was the last compliment you received?

i can’t find any from my texts oop.

50. what was the last text you sent?

balthazar idk.

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

i never believed in santa.

52. what is your dream car?

bmw 507

53. opinion on smoking?

it’s bad.

54. do you go to college?

i’m taking a year off before i go.

55. what is your dream job?

fbi agent.

56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

rural.

57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

no.

58. do you have freckles?

no.

59. do you smile for pictures?

they keep telling me to.

60. how many pictures do you have on your phone?

92 photos.

61. have you ever peed in the woods?

yeah.

62. do you still watch cartoons?

hell yeah.

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or Mcdonald’s?

McDonalds for the win.

64. Favorite dipping sauce?

Hot mustard.

65. what do you wear to bed?

short pants and a t-shirt.

66. have you ever won a spelling bee?

i participated in one but i didn’t win.

67. what are your hobbies?

art and writing.

68. can you draw?

yeah.

69. do you play an instrument?

no, but i used to play a violin for two years.

70. what was the last concert you saw?

i never went to one, but i’m hoping i can this year.

71. tea or coffee?

both.

72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Starbucks.

73. do you want to get married?

sometime in the future, yeah.

74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?

D & O.

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?

yeah, but i want a hyphenated last name.

76. what color looks best on you?

blue.

77. do you miss anyone right now?

dylan o’brien.

78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?

closed.

79. do you believe in ghosts?

no.

80. what is your biggest pet peeve?

when people take up the entire area of the hallway and walk slowly.

81. last person you called?

my father.

82. favorite ice cream flavor?

chocolate.

83. regular oreos or golden oreos?

regular.

84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

chocolate.

85. what shirt are you wearing?

a gray logo shirt.

86. what is your phone background?

stitch.

87. are you outgoing or shy?

shy.

88. do you like it when people play with your hair?

no.

89. do you like your neighbors?

sure.

90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

yes, at night.

91. have you ever been high?

no.

92. have you ever been drunk?

yes.

93. last thing you ate?

eggs & fried rice.

94. favorite lyrics right now.

“my love, do you ever dream of candy coated raindrops?”

95. summer or winter?

winter.

96. day or night?

night.

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?

dark chocolate for the win.

98. favorite month?

june.

99. what is your zodiac sign?

taurus.

100. who was the last person you cried in front of?

my brother.

#love dove sarah🌿#blvckcanry #answered

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years ago

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💜💜 PG MM Anon(II) 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 3

13. May 12

MM ANON …… Thrive???………… definitely Malibu ………wear a mask ………… confusing but amusing ……… a question of credibility ……… 🎼 we can be heroes ……🎼…” what ever happened to wrinkle cream?”……… love and hugs to all our anon friends ……… 🎼 now there are three steps to heaven 🎼………… Brave New World ……… a quiet Queen.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE #13

SORRY IT IS A DAY LATE AGAIN

0935 HRS CST

FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY

Thrive???

IN WHAT I BELIEVE, IS HIS THIRD VIDEO APPEARANCE RECENTLY, HARRY CONGRATULATED THE U.K.’S YOUNG PEOPLE FOR NOT JUST SURVIVING BUT THRIVING DURING THE PANDEMIC. HE GAVE SOME VERY ENCOURAGING WORDS. I FEEL THIS IS THE PATH THEY HAVE CHOSEN TO REINTRODUCE OUR HARRY. SLOWLY REINVOLVING HIM, NOTHING LIVE OR IN PUBLIC, BUT VIDEO AND PERTINENT TOPICS. I THIS IS VERY WISE AND GIVES ME EXTREME HOPE!!!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜 VERY MUCH PRESSING, LIKE THE VE DAY VIDEO.

WHAT A JOKE, IN THE VIDEO DONE IN SOUTH AFRICA, MADAM STOLE THE FAMOUS LINE, ONE DOES NOT WANT TO MERELY SURVIVE BUT TO THRIVE, WHICH BY THE WAY HAS BEEN USED BY AN AMERICAN VITAMIN TV AD IN RECENT MONTHS, EVERY TIME IT COMES ON I BURST INTO LAUGHTER…I GUESS IT MAKES ME THRIVE WITHOUT TAKING IT🤣🤣🤣😂😂. SO MADAM IS PR ING HER WAY THROUGH A FAKE LIFE WITH HARRY AND ARCHIFICIAL, WHILE BEING HOSPITALIZED OR PERHAPS DISCHARGED NOW AND BACK TO MIO OR SOMEONE ELSE COUCH. SO PATHETIC, SHE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL, BUT BY ANYONES IDEAS SHE IS JUST BARELY SURVIVING, IN EVERY SINGLE WAY. SO VERY SAD.

definitely Malibu ………

MALBU DUCHESS DINO BARELY? IS THAT THE GOAL? PR ING A BEACH HOUSE AND BEACH VIEW, MANSIONS AND A PLETHORA OF A LIST BESTIES AND OFFERS ROLLING IN??? HMMMM. NOT BUYING IT, NOT AT ALL NO MATTER WHAT PR IS TOSSED OUT AT US.

wear a mask ………… confusing but amusing ………a question of credibility

GUIDELINES GIVEN. BY THE U.K. GOVERNMENT ARE CONTINUING TO BE CONFUSING, IN FACT AT TIME THE PM HIMSELF APPEARED BEFUDDLED. TO BE HONEST, I AM ALSO CONFUSED ABOUT WHERE, WHEN TO WEAR A MASK, DOES IT PREVENT, PROTECT, SLOW DOWN TRANSMISSION. GOOD SOLID HANDWASHING, AVOIDING TOUCHING YOUR FACE AND HAND SANITIZER THOSE ARE MOST IMPORTANT.

IF ONE, IN A ROLE OF ANY OFFICIAL CAPACITY, BE IT PM, HIS CABINET, HEALTH OFFICERS ETC ETC ARE NOT CLEAR, CONCISE, USE LANGUAGE EVERYONE CAN UNDERSTAND AND MAKE SENSE OF, THEIR CREDIBILITY IS CALLED INTO QUESTION OR CAN BE. I SAW THE DM ARTICLE THE OTHER DAY OF PM JOHNSON WALKING, UNMASKED, IN THE PARK WITH A TOSS AWAY COSTA COFFEE CUP, HE WAS CONFRONTED BY WHAT LOOKED LIKE AN ORDINARY CITIZEN, WHO I CANNOT RECALL WHO HE WAS BUT HE WAS SOME BIG CORPORATE GUY, ABOUT THE CONFUSION IN GOVERNMENT MESSAGING REGARDING THE STEPS OF UNLOCKINGDOWN. NEW WORD YEP I MADE IT!

🎼 we can be heroes ……🎼

MM ANON RETURNS TO ONE OF HER FAVES, DAVID BOWIE. THIS SONG CALLED HEROES IS AN OLD ONE BUT GREAT. THIS SPEAKS TO HOW EVERYDAY ORDINARY PEOPLE CAN BE AND ARE HEROES. THINGS WE DO, SEEN AND UNSEEN ARE HEROIC. THIS HAS EXPLODED INTO EVIDENCE PUBLICLY DURING THIS WHOLE PANDEMIC. UNLIMITED AMOUNT OF HEROES DISPLAYED IN EVERY CORNER OF LIFE AND VIRTUALLY EVERY CORNER OF THE WORLD. AMAZING.

…” what ever happened to wrinkle cream?”………

WELL I STILL AM HERE🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂FOR THOSE HERE LONG ENOUGH TO REMEMBER MY SKIN EXPERTISE AND LOVE OF SERUMS AND POTIONS, DISPENSER OF ADVICE.

I THINK THIS TEFERS TO MADAM AND THE DRASTIC ALTERATIONS IN HER FACE WE HAVE SEEN…LOTS AND LOTS OF APPEARING TO BE SURGICAL AND MEDICAL INTERVENTIONS, CAMERA FILTERS FOR SURE. NO, NO ORDINARY SERUMS AND CREAMS COULD TACKLE THE THINGS SHE WANTED DONE. MANY ACROSS THE GLOBE SEEK SURGERY AND MEDICAL INTERVENTION FOR THE SAME REASON. ITS A MULTIBILLION DOLLAR THRIVING BUSINESS AND GROWING. HEY, I LOVE MY SERUMS ETC BUT EVERY ALMOST WRINKLE I HAVE, I HAVE EARNED!!! AGING IS A GIFT, JUST LOOK AROUND SEE YOUNG PEOPLE WITH CANCER OR KILLED IN ACCIDENTS. WITH AGE COMES WISDOM.😊(HOPEFULLY 🤣🤣🤣😂)

love and hugs to all our anon friends ………

THIS IS SO SWEET OF YOU MM ANON, THERE ARE MANY WHO HAVE HAD THEIR ONLINE WORLD SHATTERED RECENTLY. THERE ARE MANY HERE WHO HAVE BEEN HERE FOR HARRY AND OUR BELOVED ROYALS FOR A VERY LONG TIME, TRUTH TELLING, EXPOSING LIES AND ON AND ON. VERY LOYAL INDIVIDUALS INDEED.

🎼 now there are three steps to heaven 🎼…………

OK I HAD TO LOOK THIS UP. OLD SONG BY SHOWADDYWADDY. ITS ABOUT HEAVEN MEANING INTIMACY AND A RELATIONSHIP . FIRST STEP GET A GIRL, SECOND FALL IN LOVE THEN BOOM COMMIT THREE STEPS THEN YOU ARE IN HEAVEN.

ALAS LIFE IS NOT SO SIMPLE , AND WE ARE NOT DISCUSSING ACTUAL HEAVEN HERE. THIS HAS NOT, UNFORTUNATELY FOR OUR HARRY AND MANY OF US, BEEN SO EASY. I PRAY HE IS STILL WITH HIS ENGLISH ROSE AND EVENTUALLY THEY CAN OFFICIALLY BE TOGETHER.

Brave New World ………

STUDIED THIS BOOK IN HIGH SCHOOL, WEIRD CONTROLLED DYSTOPIAN WORLD, WHERE EVERY MOVE WAS PREARRANGED CONTROLLED BY THE GOVERNMENT, VERY MUCH LIKE WHAT WE HAVE BEEN AND ARE LIVING THROUGH,YET COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IN THAT THIS IS FOR LIFE AND DEATH SAKE. CONSPIRACY THEORIES ABOUND, I WILL NOT GO FURTHER. IT WILL BE INTERESTING TO SEE HOW THE UNLOCKDOWN WORKS. I PRAY 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 THAT WE DONT HAVE MASSIVE SPIKES BUT I DO WORRY ABOUT ALL THE CHILDREN THAT GLOBALLY HAVE BEEN GETTING SO SICK.

a quiet Queen.

HMTQ HAS BEEEN ISOLATING AT WINDSOR CASTLE WITH HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH. GIVEN THE AGGRESSIVE NATURE OF THIS VIRUS, ITS EFFECTS ON THE ELDERLY, AND NO TREATMENT OR VACCINE, SHE MAY NEED TO REMAIN THERE INDEFINITELY, UNTIL AN EFFECTIVE VACCINE IS SAFE AND AVAILABLE. I HAVE BEEN READING ABOUT THAT.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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14. May 13

MM ANON …… for saving my mother ……… father ……… grandmother …… grandfather …son ……… sister……… brother……… daughter ………… thank you for saving my life nurse / doctor /……… how can I EVER thank you all ……… from the bottom of my ❣ ……… I can never find the words ……… my gratitude is unending ……… god bless you all. ……… GOD BLESS YOU ALL!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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Lovely tribute …in riddle form! Thank you! God Bless you!🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

MAY 13/2020

0055 HRS CST

RIDDLE #14

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

I NURSED FOR WELL OVER 20 YEARS IN VARIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES. I CAN SAY IT TOOK YOUR BODY, HEART AND SOUL, ITS A CALLING, AN ART, I LIVED MY FAITH IN SERVING CHRIST IN THIS I MANNER. I HAVE HAD THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING WITH INDIVIDUALS IN THE WORST MOMENTS OF THEIR LIVES TO HEALING. BUT ALSO THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING WITH PEOPLE WHEN THEY DIED. I MISSED MANY HOLIDAYS, FAMILY TIME, DOUBLE SHIFT AFTER DOUBLE SHIFT. THE MOST REWARDING CAREER EVER. I WOULD NOT CHANGE A THING. DEALING WITH FAMILIES TOO WAS AT TIME EXTREMELY DIFFICULT AND ALSO EXTREMELY REWARDING. IT IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART BUT IF YOU ARE CALLED TO SERVE, JUMP AT THE CHANCE, YOU WILL NEVER REGRET IT. I SALUTE ALL MY FELLOW NURSES HERE ON TUMBLR, THOSE WHO HAVE GONE BEFORE, THOSE SERVING NOW AND THOSE YET TO COME.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💐💐💐💐

GOD BLESS YOU MM ANON

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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15. May 13

MM ANON ……… “come on Kate, off to Queens”……… Charlotte goes first��…… “George ‘ get your bicycle “……… 🎼bye bye miss American spy🎼……… 🎼listen , do you want to know a secret 🎼……… stay alert 🤣🤣🤣……… trains, planes and automobiles……… driving miss day-see? ……… FOUR!!!! …………… an art gallery,when??……… single prayers please.

Thank you MM Anon.😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE#15

1650 HRS

KIDS I HAVE BEEN OUT OF THE LOOP A BUT NOW SOME FAMILY ILLNESS PREOCCUPYING ME SO, I WILL ALREADY SAY, THIS RIDDLE LOOKS EASY BUT ONLY IF YOU ARE IN THE LOOP!

💜💜💜💜💜I TRIED MY BEST💜💜💜💜💜

“come on Kate, off to Queens”……… Charlotte goes first……… “George ‘ get your bicycle “………

I WONDER IF THIS MIGHT JUST BE, ALTHOUGH THE KATE/CATHERINE THING, BUT I WILL CONTINUE….WITH MORE PUBLIC EXERCISE AVAILABLE NOW OR RATHER OUTDOORS TIME, I WONDER IF THE FAMILY IS HEADING TO QUEENS PARK. CHARLOTTE GOES FIRST ON HER BIKE AND GEORGE BRINGS UP THE REAR AS HE IS OLDER. HOW FANTASTIC WOULD THIS BE? THIS IS PURE SPECULATION ON MY PART OR WISH FOR THEM PERHAPS.

🎼bye bye miss American spy🎼………

OLD SONG BYE BYE MISS AMERICAN PIE, NEIL YOUNG CANADIAN😁😁😁😁🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦. YES APPARENTLY DEAR MADAM HAS BEEN KEEPING A SECRET JOURNAL OF EVERYTHING SHE WITNESSED IN THE ROYAL FAMILY. I THINK THAT IS DISGUSTING. SEEMINGLY IT IS BYE BYE SO…..EMBARGO TIME.??? EITHER WAY, IT WILL NOT HAPPEN. ARE THERE NO DEPTHS SHE WILL NOT SINK TOO?? THE ANSWER IS NO BECAUSE OF SULPHUROUS EVIL SHE SERVES. 👁 👁 👁 👁 👁 HAVE DONE THEIR WORK, EVIDENCE IS IN, AND IT IS NOT LOOKING GOOD FOR THE YANKEE MATA HARI🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO MATA HARI IS, GO STUDY HISTORY FASCINATING. ARE CHARGES GOING TO INCLUDE NATIONAL SECURITY ISSUES?? I THINK MORE THAN EVER THE STAR CHAMBER AND ITS JUSTICES HAVE BEEN KNEE DEEP IN THIS INFORMATION AND EVIDENCE!!

🎼listen , do you want to know a secret 🎼………

DIDN’T HAVE TO LOOK THIS UP EITHER, THIS IS FROM FROZEN, AS ANY PARENT WILL TELL YOU🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. I AM AUNTIE SO I KNOW IT TOO. THIS APPLIES AGAINS TO THAT BLOODY SECRET JOURNAL OF LIES PROBABLY MIXED WITH VERY PRIVATE INFORMATION DURING HER TIME WITH OUR BELOVED ROYAL FAMILY. EMBARGO!!

ALSO, ANNOUNCED YESTERDAY, THAT HMTQ, THE CAMBRIDGES AND HRH PRINCE CHARLES ARE FREEZING ALL RECRUITMENTS AS THEY CONTINUE TO ISOLATE WITH REDUCED HOUSEHOLD STAFF AT THEIR RESPECTIVE ROYAL.

THE SONG IS FROM THE MOVIE FROZEN……SO FREEZE FROZEN GET THE RIFF??

stay alert 🤣🤣🤣………

AGAIN DIRECTIONS GIVEN FOR THE PUBLIC FOR YEARS NOW STAY ALERT TO ANYTHING UNUSUAL AND REPORT IT IE RELATED TO TERRORIST ATTACKS. BUT THIS HAS LAUGHTER SO IT IS NOT THAT. STAY ALERT TO HOW CLOSE YOU GET TO OTHERS ON A CROWDED BUS WITH TWO METRE DISTANCE BETWEEN EACH PERSON NOT VERY LIKELY IS IT. IT SEEMS ABSURD, CANNOT GO TO ANOTHER HOME BUT CAN GO TO WORK ON CROWDED PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. ITS THE OXYMORON OF ALL TIME🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

trains, planes and automobiles………

THIS IS A GREAT AGAIN CANADIAN 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦 FILM STARRING THE GREAT JOHN CANDY🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦RIP. TRYING DESPERATELY TO GET SOMEWHERE USING EVERY AVAILABLE MEANS. WITH THE TUBE OVERCROWDED AND INFECTED, I WONDER IF THIS IS REFERRING TO HOW PEOPLE WHO ARE WORKING IR RETURNING TO WORKING ARE GETTING THERE AND BACK AGAIN.

driving miss day-see? ………

ANOTHER THING NO GOOGLING REQUIRED, RIFF ON THE FANTASTIC PLAY WITH ANGELA LANSBURY, I SAW IT SHE WAS BRILLIANT AND ALSO A FILM ABOUT AN AGING WOMAN IN THE 1950’S SOUTH BEGINNING TO LOSE HER FACULTIES SO HER SON HIRES A CHAUFFEUR TO DRIVE HER. SHE WANTS NAUGHT TO DO WITH HIM. HERE WE HAVE MISS DAY-SEE….SO THIS IS A DAY TRIP TO SEE SOMETHING. WHO IS MISS, CHARLOTTE IS A MISS BUT YOUNG. 🤔 HMMM MISS STACY, WHO IS STACY. OR SOMEONE JUST GETTING OUT FOR A DRIVE BY CHAUFFEUR HMTQ IS NOT A MISS BUTBIT MIGHT BE HER . SORRY KIDS I AM ALL OVER THE MAP GUESSING HERE.

FOUR!!!! ……………

FORE IS A GOLFING EXPRESSION TO WARN A BALL IS IN PLAY AND TO MIND YOURSELF. WHATS THIS WARNING FOUR AND FOUR EXCLAMATION MARKS? GOLLY I WISH IT MEANT CAMBRIDGE BABY NUMBER FOUR. I KNOW I DO CARRY ON SO ABOUT THAT BUT WOULDN’T IT BE JUST MARVELLOUS? I AM CERTAIN WILLIAM MIGHT BE YELLING HELP🤣🤣🤣😂😂, I REMEMBER WHEN HRH PRINCE LOUIS WAS BORN, HE TOOK THE CHILDREN TO SEE HIM, GESTURED ST PHOTOGRAPHERS THREE NOW!!! 👶 👶 👶 🍼

an art gallery,when??………

TWO THINGS HERE, THE FIRST IS THE HOLD STILL, EXHIBIT THAT THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY IS DOING WITH CATHERINE AS THEIR PATRON. IF YOU ARE UNFAMILIAR, THEY ARE SOLICITING PHOTOS FROM THE PUBLIC FOR EXPERIENCES DURING THE PANDEMIC. I BELIEVE THEY WANT TO WHITTLE IT DOWN TO 100 . MY THAT WILL BE A MONUMENTAL TASK WILL IT NOT? ALSO, TODAY ARTHUR EDWARDS, NOTED ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHER MADE SOME ABSOLUTELY LOVELY COMMENTS ABOUT CATHERINE’S SKILL IN PHOTOGRAPHY AND HOW IT HAS GROWN. MIGHT WE, AT SOME POINT IN THE FUTURE, SEE AN EXHIBIT OF HER WORK? WE LOVE THE PHOTOS OF THE CHILDREN💜💜💜💜💕💕💕💕💜💜💜💜. MY THAT WOULD BE A WONDERFUL EXHIBIT. NATURE SCENES, URBAN, ANYTHING.

single prayers please.

I THINK THIS IS A PLAY ON WORDS, PEOPLE TO WALK SINGLE FILE, WITH PHYSICAL DISTANCING AS MORE MOVEMENT IS ALLOWED, PEOPLE RETURNING TO WORK, SHOP ETC. I FULLY BELIEVE MANY MANY PRAYERS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 ARE BEING SAID SO THAT THE VIRUS WILL NOT AGAIN CAUSE A MASSIVE SECOND WAVE OF INFECTIONS AS RESTRICTIONS ARE SLOWLY EASED.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

Thank you MM Anon.😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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16. May 14

MM ANON …… school of thought ……… bulldoze in and takeover ……… Braveheart & Boris ………… dead theatre ……… GOT………… Charlotte summer ……… anticipation of antibodies ………… China???………… death of Hollywood ………… 🎼blow a little whistle 🎼………… we have no plan B……… I’m so bored ………… “ we’re gonna need a bigger fence”

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

*Entertainment purposes

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊💜💜

MAY 15/2020

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE #16. 1600 HRS

school of thought ……… bulldoze in and takeover

OH GOOD HEAVENS WHERE DO I START?? MADAM WAS UP TO NO GOOD AGAIN TODAY AND AS USUAL DETAILS KEEP CHANGING. FIRST MADAM AND “H” CRASHED A ZOOM MEETING OF UNION OF TEACHERS, OH WAIT NO, NO NO, NO NO, IT WAS A MENTAL HEALTH WORKERS HOTLINE ZOOM MEETING WAIT TEN MINUTES THE STORY WILL CHANGE YET.

AS PER USUAL THE DETAILS ARE WHERE MADAM HAS EPIC FAILS, THE SIZE OF THE PHOTOSHOPPED HARRY IS NOT IN SYNC WITH HER AND HER POSITION. AS PER HER USUAL SHE CHOOSES THE UNIFORM SHIRT AND THE WORST POSSIBLE FUZZY PHOTO OF HARRY AND SHE IS CRYSTAL CLEAR.

JUST ALLEGEDLY SOMEHOW CRASHED THIS ZOOM MEETING ABD QUITE LITERALLY TOOK IT OVER. MIND YOU MADAM IS AN EXPERT AT TEACHERS, UNIONS, AND MENTAL HEALTH😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. MY SIDE HURTS FROM LAUGHING.

……… Braveheart & Boris

THE SNP, NICOLA STURGEON AND PM BORIS JOHNSON HAVE HAD THEIR DISAGREEMENTS. WHILE HE WAS ILL SHE WAS QUITE STRONG BUT SINCE HE HAS RETURNED HE HAS ALL BUT PUT HER IN THE PLACE WHERE HE THINKS SHE SHOULD BE. THE BRAVEHEART , WILLIAM WALLACE SCOTTISH FREEDOM FIGHTER. SCOTLAND 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 THE BRAVE…..OH FLOWER OF SCOTLAND 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 . NEEDLESS TO SAY, THERE HAVE BEEN AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE ISSUES. A GREAT DEAL OF SCOTS WANT INDEPENDENCE. THE FUTURE OF THAT WILL E INTERESTING TO WATCH ALSO.

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………… dead theatre

THEATRES CLOSED, MOVIES CLOSED, ETC ETC ETC. THERE IS SO MUCH COLLATERAL FALLOUT DAMAGE, DESTRUCTION, FROM THIS PANDEMIC. IT SEEMINGLY GETS BIGGER DAILY. FEMICIDE IS INCREASING. IN 🇨🇦 7 WOMEN HAVE BEEN MURDERED BY THEIR PARTNERS SINCE THE LOCKDOWN BEGAN. THIS TRULY IS GHASTLY ON AN UNPRECEDENTED SCALE. ALARM BELLS SHOULD BE RINGING WORLDWIDE.

……… GOT…………

GOT GAME OF THRONES….OH HOW I MISS IT😫😫😫😫😫😩😩😩😩😩😖😖😖😖🥺🥺🥺. FEELS LIKE A GAME DOESNT IT BUT ITS REAL, REAL LIVES. REAL HARRY IS BEING DRAGGED ALONG INA FAKE PR RELATIONSHIP. I DO NOT KNOW WHY THIS IS ALLOWED TO CONTINUE, HMTQ MUST HAVE HER REASONS. BUT THE INVOLVEMENT OF THE DUO IN AT FIRST A TEACHERS UNION MEETING GOES AGAINST ROYALPROTOCOL….GOOD HEAVENS HARRY KNOWS THAT…HE IS NOT WITH HER. THEN MADAM MUST HAVE HEARD OR READ THAT, SO THE STORY QUICKLY CHANGED TO A MENTAL HEALTH SUPPORT LINE MEETING.

I AM NOT SURE WHICH CHARACTER SHE WOULD….. BE IN GOT……ONE OF THE NIGHT KING’S DEAD ALIVE MINIONS DOING EVIL METHINKS.

Charlotte summer ………

WHAT WILL OUR LOTTIE BE UP TO? TENNIS LESSONS? WITH MUMMY? OH I AM CERTAIN SHE HAS IDEAS OF ALLSORTS. LOVE HER TO PIECES💜💜💜💜.

anticipation of antibodies …………

THERE HAS BEEN A NEW CONFIRMED MEASUREMENT FOR ANTIBODIES EVIDENT IN SEROLOGICAL TESTING. THIS IS A HUGE BREAKTHROUGH IN TERMS OF TRACKING WHO HAS ANTIBODIES BUT WAS ASYMPTOMATIC. MASSIVE BRILLIANT NEWS.

China???…………

SADLY IN OUR COUNTRY 🇨🇦, ESPECIALLY OUT WEST, THERE HAS BEEN A SPATE OF ASSAULTS, VERBAL ABUSE OF ASIANS, IN CANADA ASIANS ARE CHINESE, ETC. IN THE U.K. ASIANS ARE FROM PAKISTAN, AFGHANISTAN ETC. SAME WORD VERY DIFFERENT MEANINGS, JUST SHARING THE INFORMATION. THERE ARE MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THE REAL ORIGIN OF THE COVID-19 STRAIN OF THE CORONAVIRUS FIRST EVIDENT IN WUHAN CHINA. HOWEVER, IN SOME EUROPEAN COUNTRIES, UNFORTUNATELY I CANNOT RECALL EXACTLY WHICH, I THINK SPAIN….BUT THEY RETESTED SAMPLES FROM LATE LAST YEAR, AND THEY TESTED POSITIVE FOR THE VIRUS VARIANT. SO THIS WAS OUT EARLIER BUT WHY DIDNT IT SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE THEN? THERE IS SO MUCH UNKNOWN, NOW WE HAVE TODAY CONFIRMATION THAT THESE RASHLIKE SYMPTOMS, SIMILAR TO KAWASAKI DISEASE ARE IN FACT CAUSED BY THIS BASTARD OF A VIRUS.

THERE ARE A MYRIAD OF ISSUES AND A ZILLION CONSPIRACY THEORIES. BUT WE NEED TO GET OUR ACT TOGETHER BEFORE THINGS GET REALLY OUT OF CONTROL.

death of Hollywood …………

NO MORE HOLLYWOOD MOVIES , NO SUMMER BLOCKBUSTERS, NOTHING IN PRODUCTION…..THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. THE NEW HEROES ARE REAL LIFE HEROES, TRUCK DRIVERS, GROCERY STORE WORKERS, SHELF STOCKERS, MEDICAL PERSONNEL, NURSES AND ON AND ON, THERE IS NO UNRINGING THIS BELL 🔔. THE WORLD IS FOREVER CHANGED.

🎼blow a little whistle 🎼…………

CUTE PINOCCHIO SONG ABOUT DOING THE RIGHT THING. A WHISTLE BLOWER IS SOMEONE WHO BELIEVES THEY HAVE INFORMATION THE PUBLIC SHOULD KNOW BUT ITS BEING KEPT QUIET SO THEY GO TO THE MEDIA AND SPILL THE BEANS SO TO SPEAK. THERE IS A WHISTLE BLOWER IN AMERICA ABOUT THE PANDEMIC AND THE PRESIDENT IS FURIOUS. RICK BRIGHT HAS BEEN OUSTED FROM HIS JOB AFTER SAYING THAT BY RESTARTING THINGS TOO FAST AMERICA IS IN FOR A VERY DARK WINTER AND A MASSIVE RESURGENCE OF COVID-19.

we have no plan B………

THERE IS NO PLAN B, I READ THAT THIS MORNING IN THE DM. GOING AHEAD WITH PUBLIC TRANSPORT WHILE STILL SOCIAL DISTANCING YEP OK IN LONDON WHAT?? THE ARTICLE IN THE DM TALKING ABOUT THIS AND PIERS MORGAN INTERVIEW AND ARTICLE REGARDING LONDON MAYOR SADIQ KHAN IS SHOCKING. SUCH UTTER DISREGARD FOR HUMAN LIFE, I AM GOING TO HOLD MY TONGUE NOW.

I’m so bored …………

OH DEARIE ME, I BET MANY CHILDREN ARE SAYING THIS REPEATEDLY, THEIR PARENTS AND FAMILY FEEL THE SAME WAY. BEING ABLE TO GET OUTDOORS MORE NOW MIGHT HELP SOME OF THAT CABIN FEVER PEOPLE ARE EXPERIENCING.

“ we’re gonna need a bigger fence”

JAWS REFERENCE, WE ARE GONNA NEED A BIGGER BOAT 🦈. FENCES SHIELDING HAVE GONE UP AROUND THE MANSION WHERE DINO AND H ARE ALLEGEDLY LIVING THE HIGH LIFE. COVER IT ALL UP, SHE WANTS PRIVACY YET CONTINUES TO FAKE A LIFE WITH HARRY. GOOD HEAVENS HOW LONG CAN THIS GO ON??

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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17. May 15

MM ANON ……… a lovely surprise ……… sweet Charlotte ……… it’s teaching Jim, ……………”Harry, you know you’ll always have a place “……………”he’s not happy Catherine “ ……… R1………… re-train………… clubbings, clubbed…… Tea-CHING…………… “ yes, that’s a really good question”…………2 metres for ever???………… a rally in Calais. ………… GBHMTQAOGC 🇬🇧🌈🇨🇦

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💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

MAY 15/20

RIDDLE #17

2145 HRS

a lovely surprise ………

YEP, KIDS, I AM GOING OUT ON A LIMB, YET AGAIN…I DO BELIEVE WE ARE GOING TO BE GETTING NEWS OF CAMBRIDGE 👶 BABY NUMBER FOUR IS ON THE WAY. THEY HAVE BEEN PREDICTING A BABY BOOM AS A RESULT OF THIS LOCKDOWN. THE DM HEADLINE OF AN ARTICLE TODAY SAYING A” GLOWING KATE MIDDLETON” AND WILLIAM AS THEY DO A VIDEOCALL TO A MENTAL HEALTH TEXT SERVICE ENTITLED, SHOUT. WHEN PEOPLE ARE EXPECTING, YES I AM OLD FASHIONED AND USE THAT WORD, ARE OFTEN SEEN AND KNOWN TO HAVE A GLOW ABOUT THEM. I KNOW PEOPLE DO NOT LIKE SPECULATIONS BUT I WOULD BE DELIGHTED.😊😊😊

sweet Charlotte ………

OUR SWEET HRH PRINCESS CHARLOTTE JUST CELEBRATED HER FIFTH BIRTHDAY ON MAY 2/2020. AS PER HER USUAL, CATHERINE TOOK THE MOST AMAZING PHOTOS , ESPECIALLY THE PORTRAIT, OH MY SHE IS SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL CHILD. SHE WILL BE A BEAUTY LIKE HER MUM AND A STRONG PERSONALITY LIKE HMTQ. THE LOVELY PHOTOS OF CHARLOTTE DELIVERING HOMEMADE PASTA TO THOSE IN NEED IN HER GREY RUFFLY DRESS, LOVELY. I HAD A RUFFLY DRESS LIKE THAT IN RED PLAID WITH A WHITE SAILOR TYPE COLLAR FOR CHRISTMAS WHEN I WAS IN JUNIOR HIGH, MAYBE , 12 YEARS OLD, OH I LOVED THAT DRESS!!

“it’s teaching Jim, ……………”

HERE OUR DEAR MM ANON IS BRINGING STAR TREK REFERENCE AGAIN, JIM, WAS CAPTAIN JAMES T KIRK, IN THE ORIGINAL STAR TREK TV SHOW. IT IS HARD TO FATHOM THE IMPACT AND SPAWN THAT SHOW HAS BROUGHT IN TV, FILMS, TECHNOLOGY AND IT ONLY RAN THREE SEASONS. REMARKABLE!

MADAM THINKS SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING AND CAN FAKE INTERRUPT A ZOOM MEETING IN A FAKE BACKGROUND. NO TEACHING IS USEFUL AND SHE IS BEYOND BEING RETAUGHT HOW TO TREAT PEOPLE

WHO IS JIM, IN THIS SCENARIO? WHAT IS BEING TAUGHT? LIFE LESSON PERHAPS? OR SOMETHING IS TEACHING JIM HIMSELF, AS THE CAPTAIN. I THINK THIS MIGHT JUST BE THE PROCESS OF REINTEGRATING HARRY, UNTANGLING HIS PUBLIC IMAGE/FAKE PERSONA THAT MADAM HAS CREATED.

“Harry, you know you’ll always have a place “……………”

I FEEL PRETTY CERTAIN THIS IS HMTQ TALKING WITH HARRY, PHONE, VIDEOLINK MORE LIKELY. SHE IS REASSURING HIM, HE ALWAYS HAS HIS FAMILY, HE IS A BLOOD PRINCE AND IT WILL TAKE TIME WITH SOME OF THE PUBLIC, HIS FAMILY IS ENCIRCLED WITH LOVE AROUND HIM. SO AM I AND MANY MANY HERE AND WORLDWIDE. HARRY JUST IGNORE THE HATERS 💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊HARRY😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜. KEEP DOING THE VIDEO MEETINGS….THE REAL ONES!!!…..NOT MADAMS FALSE MEDIA…..

HARRY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE IN OUR HEARTS ALWAYS. NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOU OR BELIEVE THE LIES THAT HAS BERN SPUN IN AN EVIL WEB QUITE LITERALLY ON THE WEB INTERNET AND THEN SPEWED ON SOCIAL MEDIA AND OTHER MEDIA.

“he’s not happy Catherine “ ………

WILLIAM IS SPEAKING WITH HIS WIFE. HE IS CONCERNED ABOUT HOW HIS DEAR BELOVED, YES BELOVED IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE WORDS💜💜💜, BROTHER IS HANDLING ALL THIS PR LIES, FAKE KABUKI MADAM IS DOING. . HE KNOWS AND IS UPDATED REGULARLY ON THE POISONOUS WRITINGS DONE BY PENS AND BY POISONOUS KEYBOARDS WRITING AND TYPING HIDEOUS LIES THAT ARE JUST BEYOND THE PALE. SEEKING ADVICE OR A LISTENING EAR. THEY ARE WITHOUT A DOUBT 100% SUPPORTIVE, LOVING AND WANTING THIS OVER. IT IS EXTREMELY HARD SEEING SOMEONE YOU LOVE SUFFER SO. THIS TRULY IS UNPRECEDENTED. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻FOR ALL OF YOU IN OUR ROYAL FAMILY.

R1…………

I COULD SAY R1, A ONE WOMAN SHOW THAT HAS INFECTED THE ENTIRE ROYAL FAMILY, THE PUBLIC, THE COMMONWEALTH AND MORE. SHE IS 1, RACHEL=R1. THE CURE FOR THIS DESTRUCTIVE INVASION IS JUSTICE……AND IT IS COMING I HAVE NO DOUBT. ⚖️

AS THIS REGARDS TO COVID-19 AND THE PROCESS OF UNLOCKDOWN. THESE THINGS ARE ALL SO VERY COMPLEX.

IN TRACKING EPIDEMIC STATISTICS IS KEY. R0, IS USED TO MEASURE THE POTENTIAL TRANSMISSION OF A VIRUS, DISEASE ETC.

“In epidemiology, the basic reproduction value describes the average number of people an individual can expect to infect.

It is called the reproductive value, or “R0 ” - pronounced ‘R nought' or ‘R zero’. The measure is used to track how many people, on average, will be infected for every one person who has the disease.

The number is not fixed. It can be altered by a range of factors, including behaviour, which is why countries around the world have imposed stringent social distancing measures. It’s not rocket science - keeping people away from one another obviously makes a huge difference to the potential infection rate.”

I WOULD SUGGEST THIS RESOURCE I RESEARCHED …

https://www.healthknowledge.org.uk/public-health-textbook/research-methods/1a-epidemiology/epidemic-theory

THESE ARE ALL KEY TO THE UNLOCKDOWNING, OF THE U.K., YES I MADE ANOTHER NEW WORD OH MY IT HAS DOWNING IN IT!!! 😁😁

re-train…………

FIRST STARTED AS A LOW DRUMBEAT, METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING , NOW IT IS BEING SAID OUTRIGHT. WHEN WE ARRIVE AT THE NEW NORMAL, MANY JOBS WILL NO LONGER EXIST. SO MANY THINGS HAVE AND WILL CONTINUE TO CHANGE.

TO RE-TRAIN IS TO LEARN A NEW TRADE OR EDUCATION FOR A DIFFERENT FIELD OF WORK. MANY MILLIONS WILL BE FACING THIS AFTER THE HORRENDOUS PANDEMIC CRISIS HAS STABILIZED.

I DO THINK THIS HAS ANOTHER MEANING REGARDING THE RAILROAD , SO VERY MANY FURLOUGHS THERE☹️☹️, AND OTHER PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION MEANS. I CANNOT RECALL THE NUMBER BUT ITS MASSIVE THE LOSS IN REVENUE OF THE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION IN LONDON ALONE. THE ECONOMIC IMPACT, I DO NOT THINK OUR IMAGINATIONS CAN FULLY GRASP YET HOW THINGS WILL BE. RIGHT NOW WE NEED TO BE KIND, BE CALM , SUPPORT ONE ANOTHER AND CARRY ON, ONE DAY AT A TIME AS THE CRISTY LANE SONG GOES. ONE DAY AT A TIME SWEET JESUS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

clubbings, clubbed……

CRAZY PARTIERS ITS MADNESS DRINKING DANCING AS IF THINGS WERE JUST USUAL. BEACHING, PARTYING. NON COMPLIANCE WITH REGULATIONS HAS LED TO MANY FINES ETC. DEALING WITH IMPAIRED PEOPLE I HAVE NO DOUBT SONE OFFICERS GOT CLUBBED LITERALLY. LOCKDOWN, CLUBS CLOSED, CLUBBED CLOSED QUITE LITERALLY.

Tea-CHING……………

OH YES MADAM ALLEGEDLY CRASHED A ZOOM MEETING WITH “H” OF A TEACHERS UNION, WAIT, OH NO IT WAS A MENTAL HEALTH CHARITY, WITH A GUY WITH A TWITTER NO PAGE FOUND.

WHEN YOU HEAR THE WORDS CHA-CHING IT MEANS MONEY. PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME SHE IS EARNING MONEY BY GIVING LECTURES ONLINE USING HER WORD 🥗 SALAD. AS I SAID YESTERDAY OR DAY BEFSHE IS SKILLED AT ALL THINGS A REAL RACHEL OF ALL TRADES, LITERALLY ALL TRADES🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂.

I KNOW FERGIE, SARAH FERGUSON WAS SELLING PRETTY TEAS. HAS MADAM COPIED SOMEONE, YET AGAIN, AND IS BRINGING OUT TEA FOR SAKE?

OR IS IT THE HORRIBLE EUPHEMISM I SO DETEST, AND NO CLUE WHERE IT CAME FROM BUT I WISH IT WOULD GO AWAY. THE PEJORATIVE USE OF THE WORD ‘TEA’ BEING USED AS GOSSIP. YES IF SHE SELLS HER JUICY SECRET DIARY SHE KEPT, AND A TELL ALL BOOK, THE SUGARS WILL BUY IT FOR SURE BUT WILL ANYONE ELSE? I DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH CHING SHE WILL GET FROM HER CUP OF TEA. I AM CERTAIN IT WILL BE EMBARGOED IN THE U.K. IF IT IS PRINTED IN AMERICA.

REMEMBER WAY BACK LAST YEAR MADAM MADE THAT QUICK WEEKEND TO NYC TO WATCH HER BESTIE LOSE THE U.S OPEN, WHEN THEY TOLD HER NOT TO COME? I CLEARLY RECALL A CLUE IN THE RIDDLE AND IT WAS ABOUT HER MEETING WITH A BOOK PUBLISHING HOUSE THAT WEEKEND TOO.

“ yes, that’s a really good question”…………

WHEN WILL ALL THIS END? WHEN WILL MADAM FACE JUSTICE? WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN HER MOS LAWSUIT? WHEN CAN HARRY BE PUBLICLY REUNITED AND GET HIS REPUTATION BACK AND THE LOVE IF EVERYONE AGAIN.

WHEN WILL COVID STOP? WHEN WILL THERE BE A VACCINE? HOW WILL THE LOCKDOWN END, HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE?

I COULD CONTINUE WITH MANY MORE BUT YOU KIDS GET THE JIST.

2 metres for ever???…………

THE EXPERTS IN INFECTIOUS DISEASES, EPIDEMIOLOGY, ER PHYSICIANS, VARIOUS PROFESSIONALS ALL CONCUR THIS VIRUS IS A MYSTERY. WHY IT IS SO AGGRESSIVE IN CERTAIN AREAS BUT NOT OTHERS. THEY HAVE YET TO FIND SOUND SCIENCE DATE TO EXPLAIN THIS. THE WHO, WORLD GEALTH ORGANIZATION, ALONG WITH OTHERS ARE SAYING THIS IS A MARATHON JUST BEGINNING. THIS VIRUS WILL LIKELY REMAIN WITH US. THEY ARE HOPING FOR WHAT IS CALLED HERD IMMUNITY. I KNOW IT SOUNDS ODD BUT IT COMES FROM AGRICULTURE, IN DISEASES AMONG THE HERD, THEY DEVELOP AN IMMUNITY TO AN EXISTING AND PRESENT VIRUS. HOWEVER IN HUMANS BEINGS , THIS WILL REQUIRE EXTENSIVE TESTING,

DR. TAM, OUR🇨🇦, CHIEF MEDICAL HEALTH OFFICER FOR OUR COUNTRY ANNOUNCED A TWO YEAR STUDY. THEY WILL BE TESTING SEROLOGY OF A MILLION I THINK THAT IS THE NUMBER, AND WILL MONITOR FOR PRESENCE OF ANTIBODIES, IF THEY EXIST, IF THEY CHANGE OVERTIME OR VANISH. THIS WILL BE KEY IN KNOWING HOW MANY ANTIBODIES ARE NEEDED TO MAKE ONE IMMUNE, AND HOW LONG THE IMMUNITY LASTS. ITS ALL VERY FASCINATING TO ME.

SO, AS USUAL WITH ME YOU GET DINNER AND A SHOW WITH EACH CLUE, THE QUESTION HAS SERIOUSLY BEEN RAISED IS SOCIAL/PHYSICAL DISTANCING OF WHICH 2 METRES IS THE DISTANCE, GOING TO CONTINUE TO BE A PERMANENT PART OF LIFE AS WE KNOW IT. THAT IS A VERY DIFFICULT CHANGE IN OUR LIVES FOR SURE.

a rally in Calais. …………

THE LITTLE SHIP CLUB IS A BOAT/YACHTING CLUB IN LONDON. THEY HAVE REGULAR REGATTAS ETC. THE ORIGINAL CLUB WAS FOUNDED WAY BACK IN 1926, TO CONNECT OVER LECTURES AND TEACHING ON YACHTING!! REAL YACHTING. IT HAS ITS BUILDING CALLED THE CLUBHOUSE, AT BELL WHARF, RIGHT ON THE THAMES, THE ONKY ONE IN LONDON.

THEY HOLD AN ANNUAL MAY REGATTA OR RALLY, HOWEVER IT IS CANCELLED DUE TO, YOU KNOW IT, THE COVID-19 PANDEMIC.

SO WE HAVE YACHTING REFERENCE HERE. WE ALL KNOW SOMEONE WHO HAS EXTENSIVE, AND I MEAN E X T E N S I V E😂😂😂😂🤣🤣YACHTING EXPERIENCE. SO CANCELLED HMMMMMM……NO LONGER UP TO RALLYING AND YACHTING AT 43? I THINK NORMAL YACHTING 43 IS PERFECT. HOWEVER THE OTHER KIND OF YACHTING….43….NOT SO MUCH CHA CHING IN THAT(REFERENCE TO OTHER CLUE).

GBHMTQAOGC 🇬🇧🌈🇨🇦

GSTQAOBC IS MY THINGY I ALWAYS ADD, AT THE END OF MOST OF MY NOTES, POSTS ETC. IT MEANS, “GOD SAVE THE QUEEN AND OUR BELOVED COMMONWEALTH”.

HERE IS , GOD BLESS HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN AND OUR GORGEOUS COMMONWEALTH. OR GRATEFUL, ANOTHER G WORD PERHAPS.

IF I MAY BE SO BOLD, THERE IS A RAINBOW , WHICH IS A COVENANT, BETWEEN THE U.K. AND CANADA. WE ARE VERY MUCH A COMMONWEALTH COUNTRY. HMTQ IS A PART OF EVERY SINGLE THING IN 🇨🇦. PROVINCES AND TERRITORIES HAVE HMTQ OFFICIAL REPRESENTATIVE, THE LIEUTENANT-GOVERNOR. WE PRONOUNCE LIEUTENANT, LEFFTENANT IN CANADA. THE COUNTRY HAS A GOVERNOR GENERAL WHO IS HMTQ REPRESENTATIVE TO OUR ENTIRE COUNTRY. ANY LEGISLATION, PROVINCIAL AND FEDERAL IS SIGNED OFF BY THEM. HMTQ IS ON THE MONEY ETC ETC.

I THINK MM ANON IS REFERRING TO THE WONDERFUL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN US. I AM EXTENDING FURTHER, THE WONDERFUL CONNECTION AND TRUTH SEEKING THAT OUR BELOVED💜💜🐼💜💜 HAS COMMITTED TO AND THOSE WHO ARE HERE COMMITTED TO IT AS WELL. I CAN ASSURE YOU, LIFE SITUATIONS MAY HAPPEN, BUT WE WILL NEVER BREAK OUT OATHS AND RESOLVE FOR TRUTH, JUSTICE AND OUR HARRY BACK, RIGHT WHERE HE BELONGS PUBLICLY. 💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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18. May 16

MM ANON …… “ I’m keeping my tennis shoes on”……… “I’m not getting out of bed for less than 3mill” …… cold nose undercover ………… a learning yearning ………… “friends thou hast, and there adoption tried “…… …… 🎼ya gotta give a little 🎼……………… “I’m not happy about them returning William “ …………… “ One needs ones hair attended too”………… “ I’ll bloody cut it myself !!”……… “ I know!! … SYDNEY!!”

Thank you…😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

MAY 16/2020

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE #18

1400 HRS

“ I’m keeping my tennis shoes on”………

CHARLOTTE TAKING TENNIS LESSONS WITH CATHERINE AT QUEENS TENNIS 🎾 CLUB. CHARLOTTE WANTS TO KEEP HER REGULAR SHOES ON, USUALLY WITH TENNIS YOU PROTECT THE GREENS WITH TENNIS SHOES. A BATTLE OF WILLS MIGHT ENSUE🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

“I’m not getting out of bed for less than 3mill”

THE VERY FIRST MODEL TO USE THE TITLE WAS 🇨🇦CANADIAN LINDA EVANGELISTA. SHE WAS FAMOUS FOR SAYING THE ABOVE SAYING EXCEPT I THINK IT WAS $100,000.00. SO MADAM IS REFUSING MINUSCULE OFFERS AND HAS SET THE LOWEST AT THREE MILLION. GOOD LUCK RACHEL!

…… cold nose undercover …………

I READ COLD NOSE I THINK IF A DOGGY OR ANY WINTER MORNING. UNDERCOVER IS IN BED OR A DETECTIVE TRYING TO BLEND IN TO GET EVIDENCE. I AM GOING TO BE CUTE AND SAY HARRY IS GETTING ALOT OF COMFORT FROM HIS DOG AND THEY SLEEP TOGETHER AS MOST DOGS DO. WAKENS HARRY WITH HIS COLD NOSE.

AS I HAVE SAID FOR FOREVER NOW, HARRY HAS BEEN OVERTLY COVERT WITH MADAM , GATHERING ANY AND ALL EVIDENCE HE CAN.SOMETIMES LAW ENFORCEMENT USE A STING OPERATION TO CATCH SOMEONE IN A CRIMINAL ACT. NOT SURE HOW THE LAWS APPLY HERE.

a learning yearning …………

WE ARE LEARNING OUR WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. I KNOW LONDON SCOOP COULD NOT HAVE KNOWN ABOUT COVID , BUT IF YOU READ HER WORDS, ITS EERILY THEY APPLY.TOTALLY SEE THE WORLD DIFFERENTLY, LEARNING WHOLE NEW WAYS OF DOING THINGS UNDER LOCKDOWN. THE FUTURE WILL BRING MORE CHANGE, WE CANNOT FATHOM IT ALL JUST NOW. WE YEARN FOR A WORLD WE HAD, SO MANY IF US TOOK FOR GRANTED, THINGS CHANGED ON A DIME.

“friends thou hast, and there adoption tried “……

I LOVE THIS SOO MUCH, BACK TO THE BARD. I SHALL ENDEAVOUR TO BE LESS WORDY. THIS IS FROM HAMLET. TO BE CORRECT IT IS” FRIENDS THOU HAST, AND THEIR ADOPTION TRIED. BASICALLY KEEP CLOSE THOSE YOU LOVE AND TRUST, CHERISH THEM, NEVER TAKE FOR GRANTED. HARRY HAS LONG TERM FRIENDS WHOM I BELIEVE ARE HELPING HIM GET THROUGH THESE TOUGH DAYS.

UNDOUBTEDLY HERE WITH THE WORD ADOPTION WE ARE REFERENCING ARCHIE. SO AT WHAT POINT IS THE TRUTH COMING OUT, IF AT ALL? WE HAVE ASKED MANY TIMES HOW WILL THEY DEAL WITH THIS ISSUE. ONLY THE FUTURE WILL TELL.

🎼ya gotta give a little 🎼………………

I LOVE DEANO, SMOOTH VOICE, DEAN MARTIN GLORY OF LOVE. ALL ABOUT GIVE A LITTLE, COMPROMISE, RELATIONSHIPS BRING TEARS, JOYS, FIGHTS, COMPROMISE IS THE KEY. TRULY IS THE KEY TO ALL THINGS IN LIFE IF YOU WANT TO HAVE MEANINGFUL CONNECTIONS WITH OTHER PEOPLE.

“I’m not happy about them returning William “

AS WITH MANY MILLIONS OF PARENTS, CATHERINE HAS GREAT TREPIDATION AND WORRY ABOUT SENDING THE LITTLE ONES BACK TO SCHOOL.

“ One needs ones hair attended too”………… “ I’ll bloody cut it myself !!”……… “ I know!! … SYDNEY!!”

HERE WE HAVE A SCENE FOR THE AGES. EVERYONE DEALING WITH ROOTS CO,ING OUT, NEEDING COLOURING OR HIGHLIGHTS DONE. GO ON YOUTUBE FOR HORRIBLE LOCKDOWN HAIRUTS😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. SO HIMSELF IS WANTING HIS HAIR CUT AND IS MORE THAN EAGER TO TAKE ON THE JOB. HMTQ IS BRINGING UP THE SUBJECT. AGAIN POOR SYDNEY IS CRIED OUT FOR. I THINK THIS IS BRILLIANT.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

Thank you…😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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19. May 17

MM ANON …… a Diamond evaluator ……… Of no consequence whatsoever ……… straight to credits. ………… LA Confidential ………… 🎼no sir I don’t mean maybe 🎼…………… 🎼Don’t fence me in🎼…………… “ I want Adele you a story “……………… The man from U.N.C.L.E. Harry …………… “ ones lockdown sucks” ………… “ miserable without Boddys old thing “ …………… “Sydney’s slacking “.

Thank you 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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May 17/2020

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MMANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

RIDDLE #20

a Diamond evaluator ………

MADAM HAS WORN SO MUCH FAKE JEWELRY DURING HER TIME AS A ‘MEMBER’ OF THE ROYAL FAMILY. MOST ASSUME IT IS REAL. I WONDER IF THE IRS HAS HIRED A GEMOLOGIST TO ASSESS THE VALUE OF HER PIECES IN PART OF DETERMINING HOW MUCH TAX SHE OWES. WONT THE BE DISAPPOINTED😫😫🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

Of no consequence whatsoever ………

IN THE LONG RUN AND HISTORICALLY NATURE OF THE ROYAL FAMILY, MADAM IS BUT A VERY SMALL BLIP ON THE RADAR. HER FUTURE IS SEALED BY HER OWN CHOICES AND MISBEHAVIOUR.

straight to credits. …………

MADAMS FILM ROLES, THE PHRASE STRAIGHT TO CREDITS IS OFTEN USED WHEN THE ACTING OR THE STORY IS HORRENDOUS. EVEN VOICEOVER WORK IS HORRENDOUS. THIS MAY ALSO REFER TO ANY FILMS IF AN ADULT NATURE THAT IS IN NEGOTIATION AND THE POWERS THAT BE WANT TO KNOW THOSE RESPONSIBLE.

LA Confidential …………

GREAT FILM NOIR FILM BUT DONE IN THE 1990’s. LOTS OF MURDER AND MAYHEM.

LOTS OF STUFF KEPT QUIET IN HOLLYWOOD. WITH THE #METOO MOVEMENT LOTS HAS CHANGED. I WONDER IF MADAM HAS SOMETHING ON SOMEONE. GIVEN HER LOST YEARS I CANNOT FATHOM WHAT SHE ALL KNOW ABOUT THE HIGH ROLLERS AND VERY WEALTHY MEN.

🎼no sir I don’t mean maybe 🎼……………

YES SIR THATS MY BABY NO SIR DONT MEAN MAYBE YES SIR THATS MY BABY NOW….SONG FROM OLD HOLLYWOOD FILMS..MY WHEELHOUSE….WHEN FILMS WERE FILMS. WE ARRIVE AT ARCHIE…WILL THE REAL DNA COME OUT FINALLY AND I DOUBT WE WILL FIND OUT WHERE THE BABY IS ETC THE PRESS WOUKD FOREVER HAUNT AND HUNT THIS CHILD.

🎼Don’t fence me in🎼……………

ANOTHER GREAT OLD SONG, MADAM DOES NOT WANT TO BE CONTROLLED IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. WELL I SUSPECT BEFORE TOO LONG THINGS WILL CHANGE DRASTICALLY IN TERMS OF WHO CONTROLS HER IF CHARGES. ARE FILED AND ALSO THAT PESKY MOS LAWSUIT SHE FILED. ESPECIALLY NO INCARCERATION NO ORANGE JUMPSUIT.

“ I want Adele you a story “………………

THIS IS YET ANOTHER MYSTERY, WILL THE REAL ADELE STAND UP PLEASE. SHE IS UNRECOGNIZABLE. SHE IS A FAMOUS BRITISH MUSICIAN BEAUTIFUL CURVY WOMAN. LAST WEEK SHE POSTED INSTAGRAM PHOTOS, NO MENTION OF SURGERY OR ANYTHING BUT SHE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE HERSELF. OUT OF THE BLUE TWICE NOW SHE HAS PUBLICLY COME OUT IN SUPPORT OF THE SUSSEXES. ODD, NOTHING BEFORE NOW, WHY IS THAT AND WHY NOW? TRULY A MYSTERY INDEED. ALL THIS HOLLYWOOD STUFF WE SURE HAVE HAD OUR EYES OPENED TO ALL THE PR LIES.

The man from U.N.C.L.E. Harry ……………

MINUS THE HARRY THIS WAS AN OLD SPY TV SHOW. A LONG LONG TIME AGO WE HAD A RIDDLE CLUE THAT AN UNCLE WAS HELPING A NEPHEW WITH SEEKING COURT ASSISTANCE. SOME AT THE TIME IT WAS REGARDING THE LIES ABOUT THE MARQUIS AND MARCHIONESS OF CHOMONDELEY, THE RUMOURS MADAM ALLEGEDLY STARTED ABOUT WILLIAM AND ROSE. NOW ARE WE SUSPECTING PRINCE ANDREW WAS A BRITISH SPY WHILE HIS TIME WITH THE LATE JE?? HE WAS THE BRITISH TRADE ENVOY AT THAT TIME MAKES SENSE.

IT ALSO MAKES TOTAL SENSE FOR HARRY DOING THE SAME DURING HIS TIME WITH MADAM, INTEL GATHERING.

“ ones lockdown sucks” ………… “ miserable without Boddys old thing “ …………… “Sydney’s slacking “.

HMTQ IS TIRING OF LOCKDOWN, ALTHOUGH I CANNOT QUITE PICTURE HER USING THE WORDS SUCKS BUT IT IS TRUE. WE ARE ALL FEELING THE EFFECTS. SOUNDS LIKE THEY HAVE RUN OUT OF BODDINGTONS AND HIMSELF IS NOT ONE BIT PLEASED ABOUT THAT. AGAIN POOR SUDNEY GETS THE BLAME.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

Thank you 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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searchingwardrobes · 5 years ago

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Of Earth and Sea: 3/9

In celebration of the one year anniversary of my first @cssns fic, I’m reposting a chapter a day until my 2019 drop date, especially since each chapter has never been posted to tumblr before. Amazing art above done by the talented @shipsxahoy.

Summary: Five years after their wedding, Emma and Killian are ready to start a family. But Emma discovers that raising a family isn't that simple when your husband is a Dunedin (half-elf) and your mother-in-law is neither dead nor alive.

Rating: T

Also on Ao3

Tagging: (let me know if you would like to be added or removed from this tag list) @profdanglaisstuff @let-it-raines @optomisticgirl @welllpthisishappening @wellhellotragic @jennjenn615 @kday426 @mythologicalmango @thislassishooked @resident-of-storybrooke @xhookswenchx

Chapter Two

Whenever The Essex made port, Killian always felt a pull deep inside of himself. There was, of course, the energy pulsing from everyone on board, as well as the cacophony of sounds. Docking a ship this size was no easy feat, and all hands were needed. The creaking of wood, splashing of waves, and the slapping of sails were all magnified as the large vessel was maneuvered into port. Added to that were the sights, sounds, and smells of whatever portside town they were approaching.

But for Killian, it was more than that. He loved the sea, the same as his brother and his father. Salt water was in his veins, as the old expression said, and there was something calming about the moon reflected on the glassy surface of a calm sea. Something invigorating when an entire crew battled the crashing waves.

And yet . . . there was another part of him that yearned for the feel of soil and grass between his toes. A part of him that missed the sight of sunlight filtering through tree branches and the cool feel of bark beneath his palm. He sometimes felt torn in two.

On this particular day, Killian felt a tug towards the forest that hugged the tiny village where they had docked. His bare feet slapped against the wet wood of the deck as he surged forward when the gangplank was lowered. But before he could descend, a gnarled hand grabbed him across the chest and pulled him back.

“And where do ya think ya be goin, lad?” snarled the Captain.

“Shore leave,” Killian answered, tilting his head back to look up at the wizened old man. He glanced over at Liam, who shook his head wearily. His brother clearly had a look of frustration on his face.

“And risk ya runnin’ off like last time? You belong to me, boy.”

“I didn’t run off!” Killian argued, his eyes darting between the captain and his brother. “I just wanted to go to the woods, that’s all. To play.”

Liam stepped forward then and wrapped an arm around Killian’s shoulder. “See, sir? He’s only nine. He just wants to run and play.”

“Run is the part that worries me,” the man scowled. “You both are my property, so the answer is no.” He stooped and fished a dirty rag from a bucket near the railing, then tossed it at the boys. “And there’s plenty to do while she’s docked. So get to it.”

Killian tried to be brave; he really did. He knew every tear he shed only made his brother’s own pain worse. But he couldn’t hold back the sniffles as he bent to swab the deck on his hands and knees.

“Don’t worry, little brother,” Liam whispered, giving his shoulder a light squeeze, “we’ll get these chores out of the way, and then the captain will have a change of heart. You’ll see.”

But it didn’t work out that way. There was always another chore to be done, and waiting for the captain to have a change of heart was like waiting for the sea to run dry. The most Killian was allowed to do was run up and down the docks and play in the tide pools beneath the pilings. Even then, the captain was there shouting for him to come back aboard before he had much chance to get a good game going or make a friend with a village child.

He also never got a chance to see her. He got a glimpse one afternoon as he played in the dirty sand, trying to catch a crab on the end of a stick. The little crustacean scuttled into the water, and as Killian watched it swim away . . . there she was. She normally wore green, but here in the surf she wore a dress of filmy white.

“Killian,” she smiled, her green eyes sparkling. But just as he straightened and went to run into her outstretched arms, he heard his name again. This time shouted from the docks overhead. He hesitated for a moment.

“Killian!! You good-for-nothing little rat! Where’ve you run off to?”

“Go on,” she told him softly, “it’s okay. I’ll see you tonight, remember?”

Killian grinned at her promise and then took off. It wasn’t as much time as they had when he’d managed to get away to the forest, but for now, it would have to do. They were setting sail this very morning.

He dashed as fast as he could down the boardwalk and up the gangplank to the ship. He was surprised when he got on board to find most of the crew gathered against the far railing, leaning over, jostling, and shouting.

“I saw her, I swear I did!” shouted the boatswain, pointing down the beach.

“What?” Killian asked, hopping up and down trying to see over the men. He ducked beneath legs to try and get closer to the railing, but he kept getting shoved back. “What did he see?”

“The ghost,” the third mate finally answered him. He was one of the few on board who treated Killian and Liam with kindness, and he hunched down to look the nine year old in the eye. “Sailors tend to be superstition. Don’t let it worry you, lad.”

“Ain’t no superstition!” the boatswain argued. When he grinned down at Killian, there was a wicked twinkle in his eye. “I seen her many times. Every port we come to, there she be, haunting the docks. One minute she be there, the next, she’s vanished into thin air!”

The third mate shook his head. “Sea foam and fog, nothing more.”

“With pretty red hair and a haunting song?”

Killian gasped at the boatswain’s description. Liam was suddenly behind him, grabbing him by the shoulder and clapping a hand to his mouth. Killian squirmed in his brother’s grip, scowling up at him.

“He gets scared real easy,” Liam explained to the crew, “so can we not talk about this?”

The boatswain chuckled and leaned towards the boys. “She’s a heartbroken window, haunting the docks for her long-lost husband. And any sailor she fancies, she grabs him and yanks him down to Davy Jones’ locker.”

The man clenched his hand in a fist right in Killian’s face to emphasize his point, and the entire crew laughed uproariously. Killian wrenched free from his brother’s grasp.

“That’s not true! She wouldn’t hurt anyone!”

The crew exchanged confused looks, and Liam rushed forward.

“My brother has a vivid imagination,” he chuckled as he pulled Killian towards the hatch that led below deck. Killian kept fighting him, even as he hauled him down the ladder.

“It’s mum, Liam! They’re talking about mum!”

“Shut up!” Liam shouted, shoving Killian so hard that he fell with a crash into the barrels of rations lining the far wall. Killian bit his lip, trying to keep back his tears as he gazed up at his brother in shock. Liam’s eyes widened, and his face went pale. “I’m so sorry, little brother, I didn’t mean to . . .”

Killian jerked away from his brother’s extended arms, turning and curling in on himself. He buried his face in the circle of his arms as the tears could no longer be held at bay. Liam reached out hesitantly and put an arm around him.

“I just can’t talk about her anymore,” Liam whispered. “You’re all I’ve got, and I can’t . . . I don’t . . . She only comes to you, and I guess I know why, but it . . . it makes me so angry!”

Killian turned towards Liam and threw his skinny arms around him. Liam was right. They were all each other hand.

Tauriel still “haunted” every port; still visited Killian in the night. But that was the last day he ever spoke of her. To Liam or to anyone else.

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Storybrooke had become a sleepy little town in the five years since Emma and Killian’s wedding. So sleepy that patrolling was often a boring chore of traffic violations and warnings about jaywalking. Occasionally there was a truant teenager or a disorderly drunk. Emma constantly made Mayberry jokes. Which she of course had to explain to her husband.

Emma was relieved on this particular morning that the town was so peaceful. Her eyes were scanning the alleyways and sidewalks of main street as her yellow bug rolled slowly along, but her mind was elsewhere. Mainly on her husband. His hurt and sadness was completely understandable to her. In many ways his situation with his mother reminded her of those early years with her own parents. Her mind had understood why they had sent her away, but all her heart understood was the abandonment. As Killian himself had once said, the wounds of childhood lingered.

“Hello there, love.”

Emma grinned as Killian’s voice came through the static of the walkie talkie. She snatched it from the passenger’s seat and pressed the button.

“Still not using talkie code, Deputy. Over.”

His responding chuckle sounded odd through the static. “A deputy must wax eloquent when his sheriff is exquisitely beautiful. Over.”

Emma rolled her eyes although he couldn’t see her.

“And I know you’re rolling your eyes at me, Swan.”

Emma laughed at that. The way he read her was even more uncanny five years into marriage. “That’s Sheriff Jones, Deputy Jones. And I’m heading back into the station. Over and out.”

Emma set the walkie talkie down on the dashboard as she rolled slowly to a stop at the traffic light right beside the park. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of red hair. There, along the tree line, stood Tauriel Jones. Her mother-in-law. The woman fixed her gaze on Emma. Emma pressed her lips together in a firm line as she pulled the bug over and parallel parked. It was eerie the way the woman could communicate with a look, and it was clear she wanted to chat with her daughter-in-law.

Actually, everything about Tauriel was eerie. The fact that she wasn’t really alive, for one. Emma was constantly calling her a ghost, and Killian was constantly correcting her. But the last time Emma checked, “not fully alive” meant a ghost. The whole “not fully dead” thing was still confusing.

Tauriel had shown up in Storybrooke about five years ago when Emma and Killian were engaged. Killian said he hadn’t seen her since right before Regina cast the curse. Emma could see in his eyes that the timing bothered him for some reason, but she hadn’t pressed him about it. At any rate, his mom showing up had thrown them both for a loop. Killian had issues with the woman, that was certain. And then there was the bomb dropped on Emma that her husband was a Dunedin.

In other words, not fully human. As in, half elf. As in, he was blessed with unnaturally long life. Neverland aside, he most likely would have lived to 200 or so and aged only slightly.

It had been a lot to take in, for sure, but nothing could shake Emma’s love for this man. She would march to the Underworld all over again if she had to. So she was marrying a man who was half-elf, so what? As Killian would tease, it was better than a flying monkey.

In all seriousness, Killian was her true love, no matter what, and she would do just about anything for him. Hence why she was walking across the park to talk to his “mostly dead” mother. She actually chuckled at her own Princess Bride joke.

“Are you laughing at me?” Tauriel asked placidly.

Killian had explained to her once that elves had little, if any, sense of humor. That was definitely an understatement.

“No,” Emma said with a wave of her hand, “I was just thinking about . . . never mind. What’s up?”

Emma crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn’t as if Tauriel had a lot of time to shoot the breeze. Elves were immortal, Killian had explained, though they could be killed in battle, or . . .

Or they could waste away of a broken heart. And Brennan Jones had been many things, but faithful sure wasn’t one of them.

“You know because of my broken heart, I am cursed to wander the realms.”

Emma nodded, circling with her hand for the elf to get to the point. “Yeah, and I also know you’re gonna get all fuzzy soon and disappear on me, so . . .”

Tauriel gave that tinkling sound that Emma had come to learn was an elf’s laugh. “Aye.” She scratched behind her pointed ear, looking so much like Killian, that it made Emma’s heart ache. He always seemed to think he was like his drunken, dead beat father, but Emma saw so much of him in his mother. “My son is hurting, Emma. And I wish to help him.”

Emma bit her bottom lip. “I know, but I just don’t know how you can fix it.”

Tauriel reached forward and grasped Emma’s shoulders. “Yes, he is still angry with me. But that isn’t what I speak of.”

Emma gasped as the hands resting at her shoulders became lighter. She could now see the red leather through the outline of Tauriel’s hand. The woman’s face fell as she realized her time was ending.

“Ask him to give you a child, Emma.”

“I can’t!” Emma cried, surprised that those panicked words were the first ones from her mouth.

“You must. You wonder why you aren’t with child yet. I can see it on you, Emma, the desire to have a child with the man you love. He must will it.”

Emma shook her head as Tauriel faded almost completely away. “What do you mean?”

“An elf must will a child into existence.”

Those were Tauriel’s final words as she disappeared completely. Emma swore under her breath and stomped her foot in frustration.

“What the bloody hell does that mean?”

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“Tauriel wants me to tell her son to knock me up.”

Emma dropped the bomb on her mother causally at lunch right before cramming an onion ring in her mouth. Just as she had anticipated, Snow’s mouth dropped slightly and her fork hovered over her lasagna.

“Um . . . she said that?”

Emma laughed as she dragged another onion ring through ketchup. “Well, not in those exact words.”

Snow took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. She swallowed and dabbed her napkin against her lips before responding. “Well, what was your reaction?”

Emma smiled at her mother as she took a sip of coke. She should have known her mother would respond diplomatically. She was a queen, after all. But then Emma’s face grew serious as she thought about Tauriel’s request.

“It scared me.”

Snow’s brow furrowed. “So you don’t want to have a baby with Killian?”

Emma shook her head, frustrated when tears welled in her eyes. “No, actually, I do.” Emma glanced around nervously, then leaned closer to her mother, “That’s why I went off my birth control pills.”

Snow clasped her hands under her chin. “So you’ve been trying.”

“Not . . . exactly,” Emma hedged as she carefully broke her grilled cheese into two pieces. When she glanced back up at her mother, those identical green eyes were wide.

“Emma,” her mother admonished under her breath, leaning in closer and lowering her voice to a whisper, “do you mean to tell me you went off your birth control pills without talking to him first?”

Like a child caught in a lie, Emma took a huge bite of her sandwich to avoid answering for a moment. When she swallowed, she quickly attempted to explain. “I meant to! It just . . . every time I started to bring it up, I don’t know. I got scared, okay?”

“Oh honey,” Snow replied softly, taking her daughter’s hands in hers, “you must know he wants the same thing.”

“How?” Emma asked, her eyes darting nervously, “How do you know that?”

“Because,” Snow said simply, “I have eyes. I saw how he was with Henry. I see him with the children of Storybrooke. Every kid in this town adores him because he’s putty in their hands. He’s even good with the lost boys at the convent.”

Snow took a few more bites of her lasagna, and Emma did the same with her grilled cheese and onion rings.

“He is good with kids,” Emma finally conceded, “but that doesn’t mean he wants one of his own. Besides Henry, I mean.”

Her mother shrugged one shoulder and gave Emma a teasing smile, “Well, there’s only one way to know for sure, honey. And can I be honest?”

Emma laughed nervously as she gnawed on her lower lip. “Do I have a say?”

Snow laughed too and squeezed her hand. Not letting go, she said, “Emma, sweetheart, it’s a conversation that’s about five years overdue.”

Emma sighed and squeezed her mother’s hand in return. She knew she was right.

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Later that night, Emma exited the bathroom of their master suite, rubbing lotion into her hands as she approached the bed. Killian was sitting up against several throw pillows reading a book, but he eagerly tossed the volume aside when he saw her standing there in nothing but one of his old pirate shirts. He reached his arms out as she drew near, circling her waist. His hand slipped up the back of the shirt to rub her bare skin and his stump rested at her hip. He tilted his face up to hers, and Emma pressed a kiss to his nose. He pulled her down into bed with him, gathering her close to his chest. When they were first married, every touch went from tender to passionate in sixty seconds flat. But as the years waxed on, they had learned to cherish the moments of simple intimacy. The kind that built slowly to a deep molten heat. Not that fast and frenzied wasn’t still fun at times. But they had time to cherish now, and they luxuriated in it.

Emma enjoyed the feel of being in his arms for a moment. Then with a sigh, she sat up next to him, running her fingers through his hair as she spoke.

“I talked to your mother today.”

Killian’s brow furrowed. “Aye?”

Emma nodded. “She . . . just wanted to make sure you were happy.” She bit her lip, knowing she was dancing around the subject. “Are you? Happy, I mean?”

He sat up a little higher in the bed, seeming vexed about the question. “Of course I am, my love. You doubt it?”

Emma attempted to soothe him by running her thumb along his cheek and then his jaw line. “No, of course not. I just . . . I mean, it does get boring around here.”

Killian laughed and cupped her face. He brushed a kiss against her lips. “After all we’ve suffered, I’m okay with boring. Besides, I prefer to think of it as contentment with family by my side.” He searched her eyes for a moment before adding, “A family, that . . . hopefully, continues to grow?”

She swallowed. It seemed the perfect segue to the topic that, as her mother had said, was five years overdue. But what if he was only referring to Henry giving them grandkids? She decided to test the waters. Emma traced Killian’s ears with her fingertips. Biting her lip and swallowing the nervous lump in her throat, she spoke with what she hoped was nonchalance.

“You know, when – if – we have a baby, I hope he has your ears.”

Killian blinked and his jaw fell open. “You . . . are you saying you want to, I mean, that you’d like . . . a baby? With me?”

Emma chuckled nervously, “Who else would I have it with?”

The silence that stretched between them had Emma so nervous, she slid down and snuggled next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his heart. Was it her imagination, or was it pounding in his chest?

“I have a confession to make,” she whispered against his skin, “I stopped taking my birth control pills.”

“You did?” she couldn’t read his voice at all, yet she was too nervous to lift her head and look him in the eye.

“Mhm.”

“How long?”

Emma let out a shuddering breath as she answered, “Two years.”

Killian’s arms tightened around her. “And you’re probably wondering why you still aren’t with child.”

Emma sat up abruptly, her turn to gape at him in shock. “That’s your response? What about the fact that I went off birth control without even discussing it with you?”

“Getting a woman pregnant has never been something I have to worry about,” Killian explained, his eyes darting about the room. “Not that I’m telling you it isn’t possible, it’s just – “

Emma sighed. “Killian, I know. Your mother explained it to me. Sort of.”

“What?” he exclaimed, his eyes finally settling on Emma’s. “That’s what she wanted to talk to you about?”

Emma shrugged. “She said she could tell that I . . . longed to be a mother of your child. Her words.” Emma suddenly found her hands twisting in her lap suddenly fascinating. “And she’s right. But she also said that it would never happen if I didn’t talk to you, which for some reason, I’ve been terrified to do.” She finally looked up, struggling to keep the tears that were rising at bay. “Do you not want kids? Because I thought when you picked out this big house, that it was sort of implied, but then time went on, and you never brought it up, then your mother tells me –“

Killian cut off her words with a swift kiss, pulling her onto his lap. When he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I want a child with you, Emma, more than anything. I guess I was waiting for you to bring it up. I’ve never wanted to push you into anything, including this.”

Emma rolled her eyes as she slipped her arms around his neck. “How do we still suck this bad at communication?”

He laughed as he thumbed her chin, “Long years of loneliness does that to a person, I suppose. But we keep making progress, don’t you think?”

Emma nuzzled against his shoulder. “So, this whole elf conception thing . . . “

Killian’s groan reverberated against her cheek. “An elf – or in my case Dunedin – has to will a child into conception. It’s why you have no need to worry about dozens of my illegitimate children running about the realms.”

Emma’s brow furrowed. “So, you do . . . what exactly? To conceive a child, that is?”

Killian shifted beneath her. “I don’t know the biology exactly. All I know is that I have to sort of let a part of myself go when I make love to you. It’s sort of like . . . giving a piece of myself away, if you were.”

“And only male elves have to do this?”

“No, a female does as well. Or both, if it’s two elves,” Killian explained, rubbing her upper arm absent-mindedly.

Emma tilted her head to smile up at him. “Which means your mother wanted you from the start, Killian. She willed you into existence. That’s pretty cool.”

He smiled softly, his gaze a bit distant. “Aye, I suppose you’re right. I never thought of that.”

Emma sat up and shifted, straddling him with a mischievous smile upon her face. “So,” she said teasingly, running her hands through his chest hair, “if you wanted a child, why didn’t you just will it before now?”

She was surprised when Killian’s face actually tinted with a faint blush. “It isn’t exactly something I could do without you . . . er, noticing.”

Emma’s eyebrows shot up. “Will it hurt me?”

Killian smiled a bit cockily, “Oh no, Swan. I have a feeling you will thoroughly enjoy it.”

Emma cocked her head, smiling even more broadly, “Oh really?” She leaned closer to him, her lips hovering just over his. “So, are we doing this?”

Killian just nodded, then pressed his lips to hers. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become heated, and soon what little clothes they were wearing had been discarded.

Killian was always an attentive lover, ever in tune to what Emma needed in order to climax. He knew Emma’s favorites, but he also seemed to intuitively know when she wanted something different. In short, the man was just plain good in bed.

But tonight was different. Emma was glad that Henry had moved out and that they had no neighbors on this corner street because she had never cried out so loudly in ecstasy. Emma couldn’t even explain the sensations that washed over her. In some ways, it was as if they truly became one person for a moment. She also saw herself in that moment through his eyes: her body incandescent and dazzling. For one exquisite moment in time, she felt what Killian felt when he made love to her, and it was indescribable.

Afterwards, Killian was trembling in a way she had never seen, and his skin felt clammy as he drew her close.

“Oh. My. God.” she gasped. “That was the most amazing experience of my life. How are there not millions of elves? I want to do that again. And again. And again.”

Killian laughed wearily. “Well,” he gasped, “that’s going to be a bit difficult on my end.”

Emma shifted to see Killian struggling to keep his eyes open. His face was pale and waning. She reached up to cup his cheek, and found it cold. “Are you okay?” she asked in alarm.

“Aye,” he gasped out sliding farther beneath the covers, “I just need to sleep . . .”

His voice slurred as he spoke, his eyes fluttered closed, and then he was fast asleep. He was like any man, ready for a nap shortly after sex, but she had never seen him like this. Her brow furrowed slightly in concern as she leaned over and kissed him gently. She rolled over to go to sleep herself, but she lay awake for a long while, her hand on her abdomen and a smile upon her lips.

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Killian had mentioned to Emma once that elves rarely conceived children, and as the days went by, she saw firsthand why. Killian had her scared to death, sleeping for three days straight. Even when he finally woke up, it was another five days before he had the strength to get out of bed. Yet every time she went to check on him, he assured her it was normal when conceiving an elven child.

“Well,” she quipped one day as she sat on the edge of the bed, brushing his hair back from his face, “it better have worked.”

He smiled, turning his head to kiss the palm of her hand. “Oh, it worked. Trust me, love. When an elf wills a child into existence, he always succeeds. You are with child at this very moment; there’s no doubt about that.”

Emma rested her hand upon her still flat stomach, a look of wonder lighting her eyes. Killian’s own eyes were bright even as they drooped with fatigue. Emma thought she felt a fluttering within, though she knew it was far too soon for that. It was only her imagination, filled with joy and anticipation.

As if he could read her mind, Killian told her, “You aren’t imagining things, my love. The babe is moving within you.”

Emma gasped in surprise. “How is that possible?”

Killian mumbled his next words as he drifted off to sleep, “Did I mention that the gestation period for elven babies is different?”

Emma shook her head at her now sleeping husband. “No, Killian Jones, you left out that little detail.” But then she felt that fluttering again, and she couldn’t really be angry. This was going to be interesting, that was for sure.

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Dr. Whale didn’t know any more than any other doctor when it came to Emma’s very unique pregnancy. According to the books on elves in the library, an elf was pregnant for only three months. But Emma wasn’t an elf, and Killian was only half elf, so they really just had to wait and see. And so it was, that after less than six months of pregnancy, Emma gave birth to a healthy, seven pound baby girl. When she first held her, warm and squalling, Emma laughed as she traced the baby’s tiny ears.

“Look, Killian,” she told him, “elf ears.”

She was perfect.

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