#visage;; dorothea

[heartscfvalor]

The Borelli Twins, original and genderwapped.

Taylor Borelli, Tyler Borelli Tiegan Borelli, Dorothea Borelli Made by picrew

[encantresse]

𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐘,

inspired by the fairytale, 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑨

[ CHAPTER ONE. ] "how blessed you are," the captive prince sighed, gazing wistfully from his tower as the selkie-woman slipped from her skin to walk that tantalizing stretch of land. "i wonder, what does freedom taste like? would i be able to wear it as beautifully as you?"  "how lucky you are," the selkie whispered, staring up at the ivory tower. "to be protected by those four walls, shielded from the cruelties that not even the rolling waves can wash away."

( artist credit! )

as she steps foot onto these fine grounds, she cannot help but mull over how the tides have turned. to now mingle among adrestia’s noblity when they once scorned the child in tatters, on the arm of the last person she ever thought she'd walk beside.

the world carries on, like the sea — it swells and shifts, casting off the old and sweeping in the new. tonight, a chance to shed old layers like the selkie, in the hopes that she might find a better future.

Dorothea has the PEARL charm!

CHARM TRACKER. Seashell— shez, dimitri Starfish— lukas, lambert Anchor— niles, ferdinand Turtle— sothe, bernadetta, constance Pearl— marianne, maria

[themattress]

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Continued from my last post.

Ending September with Chapter 6, the one that actually transpires in September!

- Let's not mince words here: Chapter 6 is in the running for my favorite chapter in the game. This primarily comes down to one thing: the mood. We have a lovable character in Flayn who has gone missing, with rumors spreading that she was abducted, quite possibly by the deathly visage said to be haunting the grounds outside the monastery. Because of this, your exploration period is all about trying to search for clues to her disappearance and gathering suspects based on accounts of suspicious activity, all while this fucking music is playing:

That music does brilliantly at creating the atmosphere, conveying both a sense of urgency and a sense of dread, making you feel unsure who to trust as you run around interrogating people and desperately trying to solve this dark mystery. It never fails to give me chills.

- The suspects you end up with are Tomas (based on Leonie's account), Shamir (based on Petra's account), Professor Manuela (based on Dorothea's account), Professor Hanemann (based on Linhardt's account), Jeritza (based on Felix's account), Sir Alois (based on Raphael's account), and Sir Gilbert (based on Ingrid's account), with some other inhabitants of the Monastery also pointing the finger at the Death Knight, Dedue, the people of Abyss or even Flayn herself. Obviously some of these possibilities are more likely than others (really, was there any player that thought Alois might be responsible?), but it all does a great job creating the sense of a whodunnit with all the various people and potential motives raised.

- The Blue Lions route has an exclusive scene before the exploration period that serves as a funny pseudo red herring where Byleth and Dedue come across Dimitri in the library late at night. When Byleth checks the book that Dimitri had been looking at, they see it's all about the financial donations to Garreg Mach by Lord Arundel, making you wonder if Dimitri suspects Arundel to be involved in Flayn's disappearance. It later turns out that no, this was related only to Dimitri's quest for answers concerning the Tragedy of Duscur...except that Arundel actually was the one ultimately behind Flayn's kidnapping anyway! Ironic, isn't it?

- The culprit, of course, ends up being Jeritza who it turns out is the Death Knight, whom the Flame Emperor loaned out to Arundel back at the end of Chapter 4. The underground lair beneath Jeritza's quarters is swarming with Agarthan mages and Flame Emperor soldiers who join the Death Knight in trying to keep you from rescuing Flayn and another girl being kept hostage. If your units are strong enough, they can charge on through with no problem, but if not the game provides a back route via teleporting tiles that makes things easier.

- Your house leader will be absent for the battle and their second-in-command takes charge alongside you instead. This is especially interesting in the Black Eagles route, which was the first one written, since Hubert's exchange with the Death Knight hints at their secret alliance with one another, and the Flame Emperor showing up while Edelgard happens to be absent is a huge red flag especially if you did the C+ Support with Edelgard beforehand. Byleth must be pretty thick in that situation since I just can't imagine anyone hearing Edelgard say this:

then encounter someone saying this:

and not make the obvious connection.

- If you somehow fail to defeat the Death Knight or his paladins in 25 turns, this happens:

"Bring me the women"!? Could you have made it sound any creepier, Edelgard!?

- Finally, the end of this chapter is officially what makes the split in the Black Eagles route between Silver Snow and Crimson Flower a difficult choice for me. At first I would have thought that it was an obvious choice given that I can never personally connect with Rhea no matter how much I like her as a character and am more in agreement with Edelgard on the state of Fodlan despite the whole "masked terrorist working with the Agarthans" thing.

But counterargument: Seteth and Flayn.

This is the chapter that marks a huge shift in Seteth's character and how I perceived him. First off it was impossible not to feel terrible for him in how emotional he's rendered due to Flayn's disappearance (with Mark Whitten once again killing it with his voice-acting), a reaction that foreshadows that the "brother-sister" relationship between them is a ruse and that Seteth in fact has a much deeper connection to Flayn that justifies this vulnerability he is feeling. And once you rescue Flayn, his overwhelming relief and gratitude is palpable. As he says, he is indebted to Byleth and feels extremely remorseful for all the doubt and passive-aggressive barbs he's given them in the past. With Seteth becoming friendly toward you and even allowing an equally grateful Flayn to join your class, you will feel like an ass betraying their trust by joining with Edelgard and fighting against them as you help her sack Garreg Mach. But for this playthrough I'm doing Crimson Flower, so I'll have to live with that guilt

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Marina Amiral est une artiste de photographie numérique qui, depuis quelques années, s'attache à donner de la couleur à de célèbres photos en noir et blanc, une technique qui semble faire revivre le passé, lui donner une nouvelle vitalité et transmettre un sentiment de proximité renouvelée entre le sujet et l'observateur. L'une des photographies qui l'a le plus frappée, parmi celles qu'elle a retouchées, est certainement celle de Czeslawa Kwoka, une jeune Polonaise de quatorze ans, qui a fini ses jours à Auschwitz en 1943.

Czeslawa Kwoka a été déportée avec sa mère Katarzyna en décembre 1942 : la femme est morte le 18 février 1943, la jeune Czeslawa le 12 mars.

"Donner de la couleur aux photos de Czeslawa a été très difficile... Regarder son visage pendant si longtemps en sachant ce qui lui est arrivé a été douloureux."

Marina Amaral "Avec mon travail, je voulais donner à Czeslawa l'occasion de revenir en arrière et de "raconter" son histoire".

"Parce que donner de la couleur à une photo en noir et blanc, c'est faciliter notre sens de l'identification. Cela signifie rendre plus réels les signes de la maltraitance que ces personnes portaient sur leur visage. L'homme qui a pris les photographies originales, Wilhelm Brasse, était lui-même prisonnier d'Auschwitz. C'est lui qui a raconté les circonstances dans lesquelles les photos de Czeslawa ont été prises : la jeune fille ne comprenait naturellement pas l'allemand et elle a donc été battue par une femme chargée de garder les prisonniers. Czeslawa était l'un des quelque 230 000 mineurs déportés vers le camp de concentration d'Auschwitz.

On voit ici le portrait d'un orphelin de guerre à Londres 1945

Enfants devant un char allemand

Migrant Mother, la plus célèbre prise de vue de la photographe Dorothea Lange, avec Florence Owens Thompson et ses filles Ruby et Norma

Les médecins du 5ème et 6ème commando amphibie des USA.

[hresvelged]

[ BREATHLESS ]:   having clearly just sprinted down to the receiver, the sender tries to catch their breath while greeting them.

there is little reason to be caught running anywhere on school grounds, especially when she fancied herself—or, rather, forced herself—to be the picture of grace, the perfect depiction of poise and elegance, and everything else she worked so hard to appear to be.

except when she spots that princess of theirs, their house leader with the icy locks and piercing gaze, who never once thought to look down on any of the eagles, even when it would’ve been second nature to do so.

“hey!” dorothea goes flying down the stone paths, boots clicking loudly and hair whipping behind her as she races to catch up. “edie! wait up!” her heart hammers in her chest, breath catching in quick bursts, but the songstress does not slow down until she finally reaches edelgard’s side, chest heaving as she desperately smooths her disheveled hair, trying to look composed in front of the future emperor.

she smiles, breathless. then, she forces the most charming grin she can muster, taking a moment to steady herself so she doesn’t speak in gasps.

“sorry about that,” she finally manages. “i know, i know. it’s not exactly becoming to chase after a princess, but i couldn’t help it. i had to get a hold of you as fast as i could.”

another quick breath. a flutter of her eyelashes.

“a group of us are hosting a party tonight. it’s meant to be secret, a small gathering... but i was hoping you’d join us.”

Edelgard seldom walks without a stride to her step— Each move forward is purposeful. Refusing to look back, she must march on. She cannot afford to do anything but. Her head remains uplifted; untouchable. Her eyes piercing. Shoulders drawn back.

What is..— Dorothea?

The attention snaps itself away from endless thoughts as the visage of Dorothea presents itself rapidly in her view. It takes little observation to notice the pause in breath and the urgency in her actions. She instantly assumes there is trouble on the horizon— That the church has deepened its thorns and scratched their claws.

With relief, she is wrong. Tensed brows soften. "Oh? It's quite alright. A secret gathering, though..?" She repeats in question, bringing a hand towards her chin. "What sort of party, I wonder.. — Hm. There's no better way for me to find out than by attending, now is there?" As busy as she keeps herself, the tensed air has been sitting heavier than ever. "Perhaps this alone is proof I need momentary respite..," she mumbles and shakes her head. "Thank you for thinking of me."

She pushes her hair behind her shoulders and allows her crimson cape to follow suit. "I can hardly refuse after you went through all of this effort. I look forward to it."

[wardenwyrd]

Writeblr Introduction

Dotted in secret stars and whispered moons lies The Warden O' Wyrd; too bright smiles and sharp eyes linger on her skin, miasma orbiting their visage. When dusk's hands sweep fluttering eyes closed her shackles, in turn, loosen.

Greetings and welcome all, I am Wardenwyrd - connoisseur of messy queers, the freaky & occult, and all things speculative fiction! I am freshly new to Writeblr and am keen to dig my claws so fellow denizens of Writeblr interact if you enjoy my vibes < 3

Open to ask and tag games !

◈What I write ◈

Anything and absolutely everything speculative, weird horror, all shapes and forms of queerness, and a metric ton of worldbuilding.

Genres: Fantasy (Low, high, dark, fairy tale-esque, etc), Sci-Fi, Paranormal, Romance, Horror, Mystery

Fantastical, often ethereal and treacherous worlds flavoured with flowery prose

Queer, neurodivergent, and disabled characters and themes. All kinds of diversity really. Always looking to broaden and grow my noggin' with wisdom

Gender queer characters. An UNBELIEVABLE amount of dyed hair and pronounces.

Body horror: elegant body horror; gross, grimy body horror; wonderfully queer body horror 'til I burst at the seams; all sorts. Twisting of the body into something other than human as a form of beauty my beloved < 3 < 3

Characters who desperately need therapy (That would be my fault)

Rich settings and worlds. Give me intricate magic systems !!! give me ecology that could be shown in a nature documentary !!!

🌔About Me 🌒

Goblin in my (late) teens. I've been writing for a whiiiile but started really getting into it about half a decade ago. I will ravenously consume all forms of creative media.

⭐Likes ⭐

Favourite colour: Purple my beloved Favourite band: Mili (I'm so normal about them) Favourite genre/s: Gothic lit, Fantasy, Horror romance, whimsical fairies Fav insect: Moths/Butterflies

Stats:

Creative writing college student

Panromantic Ace | Queering my gender to the max

English (Regrettably)

Autism kreachure

Revolving door of hyperfixations on science-y stuff

Purple hair (Not beating the stereotype allegations)

WIPs

[Note: I am very bad at deciding on WIP names]

Prisma

My surreal fantasy WIP comprised of a collection of different stories linked by a unifying setting.

Colour-Coded to the max. Each central story focuses on a character assigned a colour, differing in tone, POV, and focus. Main three are purple, blue, and red.

Literal becomes figurative, and figurative literal

Charms and incantations of old swirl in from afar, weaving our hands together with something much deeper than flesh – a curious sentiment oozing from the recesses of Damsel’s cloak as the feeling of moss and stone wove through my veins; cold and refreshing.

◉

‘What absurdity’, The Arbiter would think to himself. After all, those carmine red eyes of his delve into the primaeval madness: in their muddy depths lies the shivering madness - Fear. From fear is the knowledge wrenched from uncertainty and bloodshot eyes. Dread is the light; tugging on world-weary watchers. 

Sort of portal fantasy, sort of not. The stories in this WIP span across many eras and places, yet often find themselves connecting and mingling. Incredibly queer.

Main characters:

MC of Red, Jack Pronouns: He/Him Bnuuy ass trans Victorian boy. Pasty and WILL combust in the sun. Autism creature. He gets a himbo bf and sick asf t-surgery scars as a treat &lt; 3 Character Playlist

MC of Blue, Hel Pronouns: Any/All seemingly innocent girl but remove the innocent and girl part. Kind of an eldritch horror after a character arc but like, that's the good ending. So old surnames weren't a thing in the era they're from. Character Playlist

MC of Purple, Dorothea Pronouns: She/They Gatekeep, Gaslight, Girlboss. Autistic adhd precocious mess who WILL make it your problem. Genuinely manipulative but has great hair so it's fine. Character Playlist

Other notable mentions

[Note: I will elaborate on all of these later]

Witch WIP

My beloved blorbos < 3 Once I figure out how to frame and present it in a more refined way I like I shall be posting about this.

Personal & Cultural struggle within a fantasy context | Disability & Identity as a main theme | Aroace protagonist and Queerplatonic relationship | Magic inspired by folklore and myth | Found family

Low Fantasy setting in a somewhat alternate earth

Sprawling magic system

Conventional fantasy groups but with a spin: revamping those vibes

Witches aren't just funny flying women but genuinely inhuman creatures with spicy shit going on

Demons and angels but: demon is the colloquial term for a class of magical beasts characterised by dense essence, not like hell demons. Angels are living algorithms born from patterns and don't have an actual association to any gods.

MC Playlists:

Branwen | Ingram

Five Steps From Hell

Biblically Accurate Angelic-Flavoured paranormal apocalypse

Autistic MC

More horror oriented than action

Lots of vibes.

MC becoming something not very human, but they're more worried that they aren't worried too much about it

I've got some dastardly plans for this one. Vibes and atmosphere whilst the world falls apart and neurodivergence is a great combo.

[crevassier]

His reaction to the ‘armored nuisance’ being revealed as Dimitri was instantaneous. At first Sylvain had failed to catch on, far too distracted with his own thoughts and other matters at hand to make the connections between the nickname and its possible owner, but now that it became clear who it was meant to signal a new surge of indignation flared through his veins. Even if the upset from their talk was very much still present, in the end Dimitri was still his lord and his friend. And hearing Senno of all people call him a nuisance made him want to shove the guy headfirst into the boiling pot.

Just listen to Yunaka, he reminded himself as arms loosely crossed over his chest, fingernails digging into the skin of his forearm while gaze and visage quickly schooled themselves into smoothing over the creases of irritation. 

Once it was clear that his turn to talk had arrived, Sylvain leaned back slightly. “Dorothea, the sun idol,” He started, trying his best to not let much of his bias or any preexisting irritation at the mere memory of her face show. It was natural to bring her up, as compared to all the other names he mentioned so far, he hadn’t spoken much about her. “Was one of the people I was with in the first round. She was getting pretty competitive with the whole thing, and even challenged me to see who could get more candy. Like I said before, she’s also used to resorting to deception and lying to get through things.” 

A brief pause was allotted while he organized his thoughts. “When I met her in the second round, she had told me she met with a devil as well. But she didn’t say who she had gone trick or treating with.” It’s not like he gave her any room to talk about it either, as he had come to her with another purpose in mind. 

His left eye twitched, face holding back a frown. 

Sylvain breathed in, his mouth forming a thin line as air left his nostrils.

“I don’t think she’s a devil, though. It would be too predictable, considering who she is.” And I'm almost positive she'd face the role as an insult.

@dcggersedge

all trouble, no toil

toajuicy2024 | round 3

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tag drop !

[bvtterflyeffectxx-a]

♡ ━ from a young age, i thought 'true love' was something you find with a significant other. because of my parents, i had a pretty naive idea of what that 'love' was supposed to look like. i gave my heart, my soul, and everything in between to someone who didn't deserve it. that 'love' was painful and it broke me in ways i can't put into words. i soon learned that what i had with him wasn't 'true love' because my soulmates were the four greatest accomplishments of my life and...

[inkedwaters]

don’t  look  at  me  pt  2.

*    ⟢    JAMES  MILLER     ❮   visage   ❯

*    ⟢    JAMES  MILLER     ❮   script   ❯

*    ⟢    JAMES  MILLER     ❮   aesthetic   ❯

*    ⟢    JAMES  MILLER     ❮   study   ❯

*    ⟢    JAMES  MILLER     ❮   desires   ❯

*    ⟢    JAMES  MILLER     ❮   headcanons   ❯

*    ⟢    JAMES  MILLER     ❮   edits   ❯

*    ⟢    DOROTHEA  HAWTHORNE     ❮   visage   ❯

*    ⟢    DOROTHEA  HAWTHORNE     ❮   script   ❯

*    ⟢    DOROTHEA  HAWTHORNE     ❮   aesthetic   ❯

*    ⟢    DOROTHEA  HAWTHORNE     ❮   study   ❯

*    ⟢    DOROTHEA  HAWTHORNE     ❮   desires   ❯

*    ⟢    DOROTHEA  HAWTHORNE     ❮   headcanons   ❯

*    ⟢    DOROTHEA  HAWTHORNE     ❮   edits   ❯

[heartscfvalor]

Introducing: Dorothea (Tea) Borelli

But how do you wait for heaven And who has that much time And how do you keep your feet on the ground When you know That you were born, you were born to fly

The long lost twin sister to Tiegan Borelli, Dorothea (Tea) Akilah Borelli-Hernandez is a young witch who survived an abusive household from her biological mother, separated from her brother in foster care, and then adopted by the Hernandez family, Juan and Kiesha, and is the youngest of their five adopted children; her eldest adopted sister, Gianna, was starting high school when Tea was added to the family at nine years old, while her brothers Jeremy and Milo, the twins, and Vincent were in middle school.

Tea (also known as Dory or Ro) grew up in New Orleans, Louisiana, in one of the upper class neighborhoods, helping her adopted family continue fostering other foster children, as Juan and Kiesha had very high paying jobs and big warm hearts. She became fluent in Spanish due to her father being from a Mexican family, and their family reunions are always full of love and food and family.

Bubbly, outgoing and uncommonly kind, Tea has a sort of aura that brings people around her to be nearby in hopes of catching a smile or even a greeting from her in passing. She had a lot of friends, always picking the best people to be in her inner circle, and her favorite past time is learning details about new people in order to make them feel welcomed by putting that information to good use.

At the age of thirteen, like many White Witches before her, Tea’s magical abilities began to make themselves known following the first full moon of her birthday. Learning to control and hone these powers was a slightly difficult process, but Tea has poured her energy into gardening and cooking, so every plant she cares for thrives, and her cooking always has that special hint of something special, no matter how complicated the recipe. She dreams to someday enter the medical career to use her magic to help people, but for the time being, she is content with taking a job at the local bakery, where every batch she makes comes out absolutely perfect.

Tea is aware that she has a twin brother she lost contact with due to being separated at such a young crucial age. By eighteen, she is fully into the swing of trying to search for him, but Tiegan is notoriously hard to find when he doesn’t want to be found. She can only hope that someday they can be reunited, and they can be a proper family again.

FC is Vanes.sa H.udgens

[encantresse]

DANCING, WEAVING, FLOATING THROUGH THE ALLEYS LIKE BREATH ON AN ICY WIND, A natural state for the adjutant who lurks in shadows, and yet the ruined buildings only serve to distract any and all from the marred face of the missing Vestra heir. His spy network, even tattered, had managed to track down his latest targets, strayed as far from the monastery as they are.

Perhaps he should be grateful the remnants had stayed far from Enbarr, especially when the only reports he'd received warned him to keep far away from the capital. Instead, his gaze turns to the remnants of his house, ever slowly beginning to coalesce in a land where no one would think to look for them. Even now the scraps of clothes hastily chosen look out of place on him, and yet he doubts any would expect the high and mighty retainer to wear the clothes of commoners as he falls into step beside the woman navigating the ruined streets.

"It would seem... that Bernadetta will be finding out about that kiss after all..." The only indication of identification he can give to the visage of a skulking would be assassin, keeping his head ever forward. "You must forgive me for missing our appointment... 'Thea."

the aftermath has left her jumpier than ever. it only takes the outline of a figure in the corner of her eye, along with a low voice, for dorothea to impulsively swing at whoever it is. the shriek that escapes her is loud enough to send scavenger birds scattering — it echoes, resounds, among the ruins and the desolate land they sit upon.

she nearly goes for a second punch, her arm swiftly retracting to gather momentum, when the mention of her beloved bernadetta — sweet bern, who hadn’t gone unscathed either — makes the clouds blurring her vision dissipate.

“…”

is it relief that floods her? or is it something else?

“…are you out of your mind?!” the words come out as a mangled sound bordering on a mix of unsalvageable emotions. “that’s the first thing you think to say? really? after everything?!”

casper had been the first to go missing. then petra. later, hubert, and all the others, all those familiar faces still unaccounted for. for all she knew, the man before her could very well be the ghost of a friend long lost. an accusatory finger points at his chest, shaking, yet firm. “we’ve just fought in a war. you’ve been missing, and the first thing you can think of is that?? hubert, i thought you were dead—!”

but the finger drops. it falls when she finally inhales sharply and takes a hard look at him, and notices the new cuts just beginning to close, the bags under his eyes, his hair longer and shaggier, more unkempt than she has ever remembered. scruffy, shabby — everything she might have once scolded him for, had she not been so overwhelmed with relief to see him intact and alive.

without another word, dorothea tackles him into a hug, eyes moist and bottom lip quivering. for once, not caring who might see or overhear.

"i’ll forgive you only when you let me look at your wounds," she says, her voice muffled. "otherwise, i’ll hold it against you forever and ever."

[intergalacticforces]

(( Tag drop! 16/? ))

[plumbitch]

The Hellraisers, Post-War

Lady Inez Videlle (purple): On Felix’s other side is a tall red-headed woman. She looks as surly as him although her poise is much more regal. [Margery] learns that this woman is Lady Inez Videlle and her name carries significant weight within Faerghus’s court, mostly of the negative variety. She was born to some social standing but rebukes the original name and family she came from. None of the rumors surrounding the split are consistent--best [Margery] can tell, some sort of falling out happened between the former lady of House Craven and a much younger Lady Inez. She is an enigma connected to Houses Fraldarius and Gautier.

Archmage Gerta Grunweld (blue): Everyone has been talking about the new Archmage. She is a former mercenary and her service to her old band was severed when her former captain chose to ally with the Empire and [Gerta] chose to fight on behalf of the former kingdom. For [Gerta’s] loyalty, Archduke Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd appointed her to the position of Archmage. The technique she possesses is a combination of two schools of thought stemming from her split heritage--half her blood is of Faerghus and the other belongs to Duscur. With a mix of two schools of training, there’s a great opportunity [for Margery to acquire] this shared knowledge, that is, if the Archmage is willing.

Lord Tico Astrada (green): [Uzadri’s] former lieutenant is a woman as big as she is bold and has a penchant of calling those under her employ “little sister.” Tico Astrada is a powerful warrior and a close friend to all those that served under her during her mercenary years. She’s been instrumental in cleaning up the countryside of Adrestia. An honest soul and a seasoned combat veteran, she spends her retirement in the company of a one Lady Dorothea Arnault with the two of them often trading off when the call for diplomats reaches the halls of Adrestia’s slowly recovering court.

Filiagarde Hessner (red): Filia knows her worth and the worth of one hundred-fifty women more vicious than half the mercenary bands that operated on the side of the Empire. Her stone resolve holds strong when negotiating and her will cannot be moved. It is easy to see the terrifying visage of the Vermilion Rose that conquered a third of Faerghus once. In the face of banishment, she has not changed and she has long since pushed aside the regret. Her life is hers and her blood will belong to the Crown if she ever sets foot on Fodlan again. Her people are better for having her--Fodlan will be better for having known her.

High Queen Uzadri Felgrave (white): Fodlan is as fresh as newly made clay. Blood and effort fill the cracks, shaping it as the years stretch on. [Uzadri’s] gaze traces the remnants of a once thriving town beneath her balcony. In theory, it should have been easy to put everything back together again. In truth, more problems pile upon the table and the cries of the broken are drowned out by the incessant barking of the nobility. Leicester fares the best having kept the war outside her bountiful borders. Faerghus celebrates but mourns in the same. Adrestia lies in shambles and fears of a second insurrection flows through the halls. It’s a fine mess to inherit. She sighs and steps back into her room to finish preparing.

I finally did it. All the Hellraisers in one room.

[dearesthea]

I. Lovely Dearest Self

The Coveted Paragon of Ubiquitous Enchantment ♡

In a realm brimming with myriad souls, there exists an alluring luminary known as Dorothea—a captivating embodiment of rarefied charm that elicits an insatiable yearning in those who behold her. Her visage, resplendent with ethereal allure, casts a beguiling spell upon all who dare to gaze upon her. Dorothea, an enigmatic paragon of captivating grace, possesses a magnetism that transcends the ordinary, leaving an indelible impression upon the hearts of admirers. With an effortless finesse, she adeptly navigates the intricacies of social interactions, effortlessly weaving a tapestry of connections that others can only dream of. However, amidst her gregarious nature, she adroitly upholds a sacred sanctum—a veritable bastion safeguarding her innermost self from prying eyes. Her ability to balance conviviality and enigmatic allure imparts upon her a palpable mystique—a paradoxical enchanter whose beguiling essence seduces all who seek to unravel her captivating enigma. Embark upon an extraordinary odyssey into the enchanting world of Dorothea, where each encounter reveals a scintillating facet of her ubiquitously coveted existence, and where the opulence of her being transcends the boundaries of mere mortals. With a heart that thrives on social connections, she effortlessly navigates the art of forging friendships like a seasoned maestro. Dorothea, the embodiment of elegance and grace, delights in captivating conversations and creating memories that dance on the tapestry of her life. Yet, beneath her effervescent exterior lies a captivating mystery—an enigmatic allure that keeps her closest boundaries safeguarded. Like a gatekeeper to her inner world, she carefully selects those who gain access to the treasure trove of her true self. Prepare to be mesmerized by the beguiling dichotomy of Dorothea—the vivacious socialite who craves connection, juxtaposed with the enigmatic soul who protects her innermost sanctums.

II. Dulcet Serenade

weaves a tapestry of rarefied emotions that resonate within the depths of your being

The heart finds solace and inspiration in the mesmerizing melodies and heartfelt lyrics of Taylor Swift. As she immerses herself in the music, a profound connection is forged—a harmonious bond that adds an extra layer of enchantment to her captivating persona. Beloved Blondie's songs elevating her emotions and fueling her dreams.

Sincerely,

Dorothea Anne Valentine.

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