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Do Do-hee, are you okay? It's okay. It's all over now.

MY DEMON 마이데몬 (2023-2024)

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kim yoojung for elle korea x calvin klein

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PAT CHAYANIT as WANWAN P.S. I HATE YOU, EP.03

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SAKAGUCHI KENTARO MAMA AWARDS 2022.

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♡ halle bailey at the grammys 2024

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KP ANNIVERSARY Week 1: Favourite Main Character(s) — Porsche Pachara Kittisawat

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golshifteh farahani

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halle ♡

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laughter  bubbles  past  her  lips  without  her  permission  once  the  house  of  cards  collapses  right  before  her  eyes,  unable  to  hold  it  in  despite  not  originally  setting  out  to  poke  fun  at  credence's  strong  attempt.  “  mm,  perhaps  being  an  architect  isn't  in  your  future  after  all  ?  ”  dahlia  teases  with  a  sweet  smile,  mirroring  him  where  she  sits  down.  goodness,  what  would  anybody  ever  do  without  you,  dahl  ?  the  words  alone  work  to  brighten  her  smile  that  much  more,  completely  fond  &  suddenly  mesmerized  by  the  compliment,  such  words  rare  for  her  to  hear  from  those  in  her  life.  she's  reminded  of  the  younger  version  of  herself  that  hopelessly  crushed  on  the  english  prince,  her  psyche  often  putting  him  at  the  forefront  of  every  sonnet  she  consumed  back  then.  maybe  it's  why  she  feels  a  flutter  in  her  stomach  now  when  her  eyes  meet  his,  &  can  only  hope  that  her  momentary  bout  of  nostalgia  doesn't  shine  through  too  much.  “  well,  for  starters,  ”  dahlia  begins,  expression  morphing  into  something  completely  serious,  “  probably  somehow  mistake  poison  ivy  for  basil  &  end  up  in  a  porridge  bath.  ”  uses  the  deadpan  joke  to  deflect  from  the  fact  that  credence  has  actually  left  her  a  touch  flustered,  fingertips  drumming  against  the  cards  placed  in  front  of  her.  “  it's...  let  me  think.  blackjack...  ”  card  games  were  always  a  staple  form  of  entertainment,  especially  when  the  weather  wasn't  kind  enough  to  let  playing  outside  be  an  option  —  some  games  were  completely  rule  of  mouth,  some  were  created  right  in  the  moment...  dahlia  was  always  sure  to  memorize  every  single  one.  “  we  total  our  cards,  right  ?  this  is  where  i  best  you.  ”  a  challenge,  gleam  in  her  eye  returning  as  she  leans  in  a  little  closer.  “  how  confident  are  you  feeling  ?  how  lucky  ?  ”

credence's  eyes  positively  light  up  when  the  deck  of  cards  is  revealed  —  the  same  one  he's  held,  shuffled  &  played  with  many  times  before,  back  when  they  were  both  quite  a  bit  younger.   "  deal,  "  he  says  simply  with  a  beaming  smile. out  of  anybody  in  the  windsor  family's  close  circle,  dahlia  has  always  been  the  quickest  to  entertain  him,  even  when  his  siblings  brushed  him  off  or  his  parents  found  themselves  too  busy  to  listen  to  his  rambling.  ———  when  she  returns  with  the  platter  of  fruit  &  cheese,  he  smiles  proudly,  splaying  his  hands  to  show  her  the  small  house  of  cards  he'd  built  in  the  meantime,  which  promptly  collapses  down  into  a  pile  of  nothing  as  a  result  of  the  quick  movement.  "  damn  it,  "    he  huffs,  squinting  slightly  as  the  cold  cloth  is  placed  upon  his  forehead.  it  does  feel  rather  nice,  if  he's  honest.   "  goodness.  what  would  anybody  ever  do  without  you,  dahl?  "   he  says  with  a  coy  smile,  plucking  a  cube  of  cheese  from  the  platter  to  eat  it  before  he  goes  to  collect  the  cards  &  shuffle  them.   "  how  about  a  game  of  blackjack?  "  he  offers,  dealing  each  of  them  two  cards.   "  you  remember  how  to  play?  "

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          thankful  for  the  conversation  rather  than  spending  another  moment  wondering  if  her  family  would  ever  truly  be  safe  within  the  palace  walls,  yasmin  looks  over  to  the  young  queen  with  a  kind,  inviting  smile.  “  queen  gizella,  ”  the  sultana  sets  her  utensils  down  delicately  before  giving  her  undivided  attention,  “  you  may.  how  might  i  be  of  assistance  ?  ”

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"Sultana," Gizella had one goal in mind. Alliances. Friendships. Mentorships. Anyone that could teach her anything was better than nothing. They sat upon the dining table, a few moments of silence had passed chewing on fine French cuisine, before she worked up the nerve to speak, "Might I inquire as to the brilliance of your mind?"

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          due  to  the  gravity  of  the  situation,  their  usual  deadpan  expression  maintained  in  hajoon's  presence  was  already  beginning  to  crumble,  mind  body  &  soul  unable  to  be  neutral  about  how  they'd  worried  for  him;  how  the  unknown  frightened  dasom  to  no  end.  his  answer  is  met  with  a  slight  roll  of  their  eyes.  “  you've  always  been  pretty  impatient,  haven't  you  ?  if  you  could  have  it  your  way,  you'd  be  healed  instantly.  ”  words  uttered  somehwat  lightheartedly,  shift  in  tone  following  his,  even  when  he's  teasing  catches  them  completely  off  guard.  flashbacks  to  their  private  affair  flashed  in  dasom's  mind;  the  way  they  felt  as  though  they  were  on  top  of  the  world  any  moment  they  found  a  home  in  hajoon's  arms.  dasom  wants  to  say  something  sly,  something  ridiculous  for  the  chance  to  make  him  laugh,  but  their  confession  is  simple:  “  i  worried  for  you  greatly.  i  wished  for  your  safe  return  every  night.  ”  their  sincerity  rare  in  itself;  fingertips  trembling  when  they  brush  through  his  hair.  a  chuckle.  “  you  make  quite  the  damsel  in  distress.  ”

despite whatever was going on between the two, the person hajoon had undoubtedly worried about the most when everything was going down was indeed dasom. and now, here they were stood in front of him, albeit hesitantly. he'd take what he could get, however. seeing that she was safe was enough to relax him even if he'd heard so from her brothers. seeing it, seeing them, meant everything in this moment. he let out a shaky breath, one he may have been holding, he wasn't sure, before speaking, " not as quickly as i'd like it to, but i'm doing well enough. " and then, perhaps in the rarest of moments, something maybe only dasom herself had seen before, he begans to tease, just in the slightest, " why, were you worried about me, princess ? " and maybe, he hoped just for a moment, they could pretend things hadn't been so messed up between them. for just right now, they could pretend they were back home, and their days filled with stolen kisses and quiet touches instead of avoidance.

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          oh,  for  osiris  to  make  her  heart  weep  rather  than  sing...  a  rare  occurence  but  unfortunately  possible  nonetheless,  sanguine  disposition  replaced  with  something  forlorn;  a  twinge  of  disappointment.  being  on  opposite  sides  isn't  something  they've  dealt  with  much  over  the  course  of  their  lives  together,  &  for  that  security  to  begin  to  crumble  over  their  child's  heart,  of  all  things...  “  it  was  fast  with  us,  too,  no  ?  it  is  true  that  our  circumstances  were  different  —  a  choice  being  made  for  us  before  we'd  set  eyes  upon  one  another...  but  as  we  are,  all  these  years  later,  i  can  still  recall  how  quickly  i  fell  in  love  with  you.  how  it  came  to  me  as  easily  as  breathing.  if  the  person  you  are  now  could  see  the  us  from  the  past  as  nothing  more  than  a  simple  onlooker,  would  you  find  fault  in  us  ?  ”  yasmin  gives  her  husband's  hand  a  gentle  squeeze,  refusing  to  pull  back  even  in  disagreement.  if  anything,  she's  shifted  closer.  mention  of  the  king  causes  her  face  to  fall  further,  a  memory  she  dislikes  for  a  handful  of  reasons.  “  amin  is  finding  his  voice,  dear.  they  are  young,  they  are  experiencing  so  much  here,  meeting  so  many  people,  prince  lawrence  included;  you  cannot  fault  them  for  such  things.  you  know  his  heart,  his  morals.  their  beliefs,  ”  honeyed  tone  whispers  to  him,  “  please  believe  in  them.  our  moon...  trust  that  their  thoughts  &  feelings  are  their  own...  amin  has  never  been  so  easily  influenced.  ”  the  sultana  adds,  eyebrows  furrowing.  she  knows  osiris  will  always  respect  what  she  says,  will  always  take  it  into  account;  but  whether  or  not  she's  getting  through  to  him...  “  perhaps  we  should  seek  a  meeting  with  the  prussian  king.  it  is  of  utmost  importance  for  us  all  to  be  on  the  same  page,  for  them...  &  for  you  both  to  get  sorted.  ”  there's  slight  uncertainty  then,  eyes  searching  his  in  that  moment.  as  they  are  to  be  family  one  day,  all  yasmin  wishes  for  is  peace.

it's  fascinating,  really;  something  to  be  studied,  how  his  wife's  words  —  no  matter  how  many  times  she's  spoken  them,  no  matter  how  many  variations  in  word  choice  or  tone  —  manage  to  strike  him  so  deeply  within  his  chest,  warming  him  from  the  inside  out.  it  makes  his  smile  ever-wider,  even  draws  a  laugh  out  of  him,  something  it  seems  like  only  she  is  capable  of  doing,  these  days.   "  they  would  be  foolish  to  argue  with  you,  my  love,  "    he  chuckles  lightly,  watching  her  face  as  it  dons  an  expression  of  deep  thought,  subconsciously  turning  his  hand  over  when  he  feels  her  fingertips  graze  his  knuckles.  instinctual.  her  words,  however,  trouble  him  —  the  change  is  visible  on  his  face,  his  eyebrows  furrowing,  smile  falling. they'd  been  so  united  in  opinion  for  nearly  three  decades.  it  feels. . . sacrilegious,  to  be  positioned  on  opposite  sides  of  this.   "  habibti,  "    he  begins,  the  utterance  slow  &  quiet.   "  do  you. . . not  feel  that  it's  all  a  bit  fast?  "  he  asks.  it's  a  sentiment  he's  already  voiced,  &  then  set  aside  when  he'd  seen  her  face  fall  in  response.  he  hates  it,  hates  making  her  feel  that  way. but  his  paranoia  gets  the  better  of  him,  once  again. he's  speaking  before  he  can  even  really  stop  himself.   "  i. . . am  sure  you  remember  my. . . altercation  with  the  prussian  king.  i  cannot  help  but  wonder. . . if  the  king  is  so  prideful,  what  of  his  siblings?  what  sort  of  values  must  they  hold?  i. . . i  see  it  in  amin,  already.  that  brashness.  they've  already  begun  to  change,  yasmin.  &  not  for  the  better. "

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          if  there's  one  thing  meihua  is  not  well  versed  in  despite  her  studies  over  the  years,  it's  spirits;  in  her  lifetime  thus  far  she'd  barely  even  partaken  in  drinking  herself,  always  a  wallflower  in  any  social  gathering  where  they'd  be  offered.  it's  why  the  sudden  outburst  from  the  princess  beside  her  nearly  has  her  jumping  out  of  her  own  chair,  quietly  laughing  (  completely  at  herself  )  right  after.  “  excuse  me,  does  that  really  work  ?  i've  never  read  about  it,  ”  though  most  of  meihua's  medical  knowledge  was  focused  in  natural,  herbal  remedies  originating  from  her  place  of  birth.  she'd  have  to  take  note.  “  i'm  sorry  to  hear  that  your  pain  is  not  faring  any  better...  ”  meihua  looks  to  her  bandaged  wrist.  “  have  you  put  any  more  strain  on  it  ?  ”

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"Hey! I don't know if you've noticed," the words came slicing out of Maria's mouth like knives being thrown into the wall, though she wasn't too far away from doing so as she stood amongst the serfs in the main dining hall, "But I have a very severe injury and doctors do say that drinks that are stronger than this," she held a glass of rather dull wine in her hand that was not bandaged from the tips of her fingers and down past her wrist, "are best to heal the wound. So get me something stronger." She sat back in a chair with a huff, crossing her legs as she nearly slouched into forced relaxation, "You'd think people this rich on their own inheritance would keep better libations than these."

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          the  prince  had  heard  whispers  earlier  in  the  day  of  a  new  arrival  to  versailles,  whether  or  not  it  was  true  up  in  the  air  as  far  as  he  was  concerned.  however,  with  everything  that  had  gone  on  since  his  own  family  came  to  the  summit,  interest  was  piqued;  hand  in  hand  with  caution  &  suspicion.  though  kit  had  attempted  to  get  a  handle  on  certain  tendencies  of  his,  it  all  seemed  to  be  in  vain,  protective  walls  up  around  his  person  &  in  his  mind  to  anyone  outside  of  his  family,  or  haneul.  didn't  keep  him  from  being  there  when  the  crown  princess  of  switzerland  made  her  entrance,  though,  sporting  a  practiced  smile  as  he  greets  her  respectfully.  “  the  palace  is  beautiful,  ”  he  agreed,  his  observations  similar  at  the  beginning.  back  when  it  all  seemed  particularly  polished,  shiny  &  new  scenery  sparkling  with  the  promise  of  safety.  “  prince  kittichai  chakri  of  thailand.  it's  nice  to  meet  you.  i  hope  your  travels  were  pleasant  ?  ”

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location : the entrance to french court, late evening

the night air was still thick with the heat of the day, as though the sun itself still lingered in the dark sky. it was much warmer here than switzerland, warmer even than england (where she had stopped on the journey over). her first proper time in france, and it was everything she could have imagined - perhaps even greater. staring up at the palace, her eyes were wide with wonder. the humble stone castle she knew to be home paled in comparison to the palace before her. the checkerboard floors, the golden archways and windows taller than the fir trees of home. her late arrival was expected, she had been invited to join her brothers now that it seemed to be safe for her to attent french court and though she had done her best to arrive quietly, there were still a few members of the court standing ready to greet her - she was still a crown princess, after all. "this is magnificent."

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          it's  no  secret  that  andrés  viewed  lunch  time  as  the  best  part  of  the  day,  training  for  hours  on  end  being  the  perfect  recipe  for  an  insatiable  appetite.  their  first  plate  is  chock  full  of  everything  they  could  ever  want  from  the  generous  selection  the  kitchen  provides;  something  he'd  never  been  used  to  back  home,  a  reason  he  revels  in  the  food  here.  with  the  world  nearly  disappearing  around  him,  the  young  guard  was  visibly  surprised  by  another  appearing  at  his  table,  laugh  booming  from  them  as  they  take  a  drink  of  water.  “  of  course  you  can  !  the  more  the  merrier,  i  always  say.  are  you  new  ?  i  think  i'd  remember  seeing  you  otherwise,  ”  words  leave  their  mouth  in  rapid  fire  fashion,  french  accent  thicker  on  certain  words  when  andrés  switched  to  english;  excitement  about  a  new  colleague  evident  in  body  language,  welcoming  the  other.  “  &  before  i  forget,  i'm  andrés  !  ”

semi-closed starter for members of the french royal guard (and/or bourbon family members && associates)

setting -> outdoor eating area near the training yard, late midday luncheon

in truth, zehab had never put much thought towards where he would sit for a meal; often, choosing alone, but as he blinked into the small circle clearing with tables pushed together, a fire roaring with meats off to the side, he clutched the tin plate a little firmer. there were not many of them, but enough to make zehab, recently revived from his self-imposed exile of sorts, feel a little uncertain. there was much to prove; he, an unknown face, his french poor, and a wrap over his shoulder that made him feel vulnerable. had the whispers spread yet of his sudden rise? clearing his throat, feeling silly, zehab willed his boots into motion, and simply chose a spot, and sat down. " bonjour. " he greeted, the english accent on his french audible. " comment allez-vous? " then, in english - " i thought i may join you? "

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          “  that  is  no  way  to  treat  the  person  that  simply  wants  to  check  on  you,  ”  the  youngest  grey  chirps  back  in  response,  noting  the  darkness  of  the  prince's  room  as  a  sign  to  quietly  close  the  door  behind  her;  blinking  a  few  times  afterwards  as  eyes  adjust  to  darker  surroundings.  she  doesn't  show  up  empty  handed,  freshly  brewed  tea  &  sweet  scone  positioned  on  a  platter  that  she  walks  over,  finishing  touch  being  that  of  a  newly  picked  daisy.  she  places  the  refreshments  on  that  same  messy  drawer.  “  as  it  was,  i  come  bearing  the  gift  of  sustenance.  please  accept  it,  prince  wolfram.  you've  been  turning  everyone  away,  but  you  know  i  will  not  waver  so  easily  !  some  daylight  would  do  you  good,  too.  ”  she  comments,  gesturing  towards  the  closed  curtains.  “  did  you  know  it  can  aid  your  health  ?  i've  read  about  it  before,  that  the  sun  is  terrific  for  your  mood  &  wellbeing...  if  you  were  to  ask  my  opinion,  i  feel  that  you  should  allow  me  to  brighten  up  this  room.  we'd  even  be  able  to  see  each  other.  can  you  imagine  that  ?  ”  a  lighthearted  tease  as  dahlia  sits  at  the  corner.  though  she  feels  comfortable  to  make  such  suggestions,  she'll  never  take  action  without  her  friend's  permission  (  this  impromptu  visit  being  an  exception.  he  should've  seen  it  coming,  anyway  ).  

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𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤  :   wolfram   &    dahlia   .

𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟  :  wagner apartments .

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 his recovery, the insomniac habits that lure him into the deep chasms of night rendering him unable to relax, or at the very least, shut his eyes & rest. to finally sleep, void of any sentiment, especially one that resurfaces in the image of black fluff. his canine companion that would have already undoubtedly shoved himself underneath the thick layers of cotton that staple him to the bed. a hollowed sigh as he shifts to grab the glass of water atop a messy drawer. a choice to stick with the lights off & windows barricading any ounce of sunlight via blackout curtains that hang over them. it's the creak of his bedroom door that causes hackles to suddenly raise, discolored hues staring straight for it. who could it have possibly been now ? he'd waved off anyone who made an effort to enter. not in the mood for guests, false personas that offered sweet treats & the like as a means to talk matters of revenge. scheming. it's a silly thought that causes him to laugh in their face, eyebrow risen with every inquiry that they shoot his way. the door is pushed further open as his eyes attempt to adjust to the chandeliers that illuminate the hallway. ❛ do i have to write 'fuck off' on the doorframe for you lot to get the picture ? ❜

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closed  starter  ›  hajoon  &  dasom,  @wndrlnds  !

          feeling  like  everything  could  be  taken  away  from  you  at  any  moment  is  something  that  dasom  hasn't  been  able  to  shake  since  that  day,  flinching  at  the  smallest  of  sounds  or  voices  on  the  other  side  of  closed  doors.  it's  been  unbearable  but  they  maintain  their  facade,  choosing  to  bury  the  mental  anguish  they  feel  to  instead  focus  on  making  sure  their  siblings  are  okay,  as  well  as  hajoon.  he's  the  person  dasom's  been  dreading  to  see  the  most,  due  to  the  tension  that  remains  between  them  along  with  knowing  there's  a  chance  they  could  crumble  in  his  presence.  despite  this,  the  princess  makes  their  way  into  his  room,  walking  up  to  him  with  obvious  hesitance.  they  find  it  difficult  to  maintain  eye  contact,  glancing  at  him  then  away,  diverting  to  the  guard's  braced  ankle.  before  they  can  stop  the  action,  a  hand  ghosts  over  it,  adjusting  its  elevated  position  as  delicately  as  possible.  ❝  is  it  getting  better  ?  ❞  their  first  &  only  words  spoken  to  break  the  silence,  waiting  expectantly  for  hajoon's  answer.  what  other  excuse  would  dasom  have  to  be  there  ?