#Brandon sun makeup

[brokehorrorfan]

Infinity Pool just hit Blu-rayin April, but it was the R-rated cut with no special features. The 2023 sci-fi horror film is getting an uncut release on Steelbook 4K Ultra HD on August 29 via Decal Releasing.

Brandon Cronenberg (Possessor, Antiviral) writes and directs. Alexander Skarsgård, Mia Goth, and Cleopatra Coleman star with Jalil Lespert, Amanda Brugel, and Thomas Kretschmann.

Infinity Pool is presented in 4K with HDR and DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1. Special features are listed listed below.

Special features:

Audio commentary by writer-director Brandon Cronenberg, cinematographer Karim Hussain, and producer Rob Cotterill

The Making of Inifitny Pool featurette

Camera Test/FX by Karim Hussain

Makeup & Figaritive FX reel with commentary by FX artist Dan Martin

Behind the scenes FX footage

Alexander Skarsgard and Mia Goth react to their clones

Photo gallery

Trailers and TV spots

While staying at an isolated island resort, James (Alexander Skarsgård) and Em (Cleopatra Coleman) are enjoying a perfect vacation of pristine beaches, exceptional staff, and soaking up the sun. But guided by the seductive and mysterious Gabi (Mia Goth), they venture outside the resort grounds and find themselves in a culture filled with violence, hedonism, and untold horror. A tragic accident leaves them facing a zero tolerance policy for crime: either you'll be executed, or, if you're rich enough to afford it, you can watch yourself die instead.

Pre-order Infinity Pool.

[dvskfallen]

[ brigette lundy-paine. non-binary. they/them. ] did you see ALICE CULLEN wandering around town ? they’ve been in forks for [ four years ] so they should be used to the storms. word around town is that they’re [ 121 / 21 & a vampire. ] people either describe them as [ effervescent ] or [ stubborn. ] there seems to be no in-between. well, when i think of them i picture [ winged eyeliner, a slender figure framed by designer labels & the future always on their mind. ] 

tw : parental death & mental asylum

mary alice brandon was a trouble maker, or at least their family regarded them as such. a gifted human, they were plagued with visions that would only be partially accurate. the older brandon became, the more they tried to warn others of possible fates. nobody listened. when their fates came true, people whispered that mary alice was cursed. mary alice must be a witch.

[ parental death tw ] it was the vision of their mother that appeared to be the catalyst for the decline. while their mother believed them, once she stopped being cautious, she was murdered. their father remarried soon after to a young blonde. and to the horror of mary alice, they soon discovered that their father put everything in motion.

[ mental asylum tw ] nobody listened. instead, their father had them committed. the choice of medicine ? electrotherapy. eventually, mary alice's memories became mush. the last few years at the asylum seemed peaceful for them. they forgot what their father did to them and their mother. they became close to the groundskeeper. it was a wholesome bond, like a father and their child.

it was this groundskeeper that shielded mary alice from their attacker, james. their blood sung to him, and he was determined to kill them. before james had a chance, mary alice was turned.

they go by alice now, most of their human life a blur to them other than the few last years locked away. their visions increased tenfold. it was their gift that led them to their mate, jasper hale. they haven't left his side since. eventually, they would revert to an all-animal diet and find their way to the olympic coven. in alice's eyes, this is the only family they've ever had.

fun facts :

on documentation, alice will still sometimes go by alice brandon.

though alice does not call esme and carlisle mom and dad, they have the upmost adoration and respectful for the two of them. they look up to the two of them so much. and alice does feel as though their home is the olympic coven.

alice has majored in most things under the sun by now. however, their current major is public relations with a focus on social media marketing. they are also minoring in graphic design.

alice keeps up with the stockmarket, and does utilize their gift to add to the cullen bank account.

alice has an etsy store by the name of lilli brandons, named after their mother. they primarily sell clothes that they tailor. they also sell stickers and iron on patches usually relating to alice's current hyper-fixations or current events.

loves to play around with makeup. when euphoria came out, alice was living their best life.

treasurer of the college's genders and sexualities alliance group

wanted connections :

throw all the vamps at them please !

people helping coordinate bella and edward's wedding

partners for school projects or maybe they're in the same clubs

someone alice has been having visions about and alice has been keep a close eye on

great-great nieces and nephews maybe ?

[fiendix-wcr]

STELLA

INTRODUCTION

Title: Crown Princess Stellara of Solaria, or Stella, for short Class: Fairy Age: 17-20  Birthday: August 18th Astrological Sign: Mermaid

APPEARANCE

She's brilliantly tanned, and has long golden blonde hair with loose bangs. Her eyes are amber, and she rarely stands below 5'10" (177.80cm), if she can help it. She regularly wears makeup, notably a shade of copper lip gloss, and has well-manicured nails at all times.

PERSONALITY

➕ "it girl" status, dazzling presence, authentic, bold fashion sense, quirky & playful demeanor, sociable, effortlessly funny, talented, persevering

➖ vain and self-centered, histrionic, brash, prone to recklessness, notable disregard of all rules, unnerved by serious interpersonal conflicts

RELATIONSHIPS

Stella's the only daughter of King Radius and former Queen Consort Luna, and some of her closest friends include Bloom, Brandon💖, Timmy, and Nova. Her bonded pixie is Amore, the Pixie of Love.

PROFESSIONS

Aside from being Solaria's heir apparent, she's also a first-year student at the Alfea College for Fairies (again, of course), and will later become a Guardian Fairy of Solaria.

HISTORY

Born in Solaria's capital as the daughter of Solaria's King and Lunaria's Viceregal Princess, Stella's birth symbolized the start of the realm's easing internal tensions, and upon entering adolescence and gaining her dual powers of the Sun and Moon, an era of increased recognition of Lunaria, a province notoriously excluded from Solarian affairs. Despite this benefit, the couple's union remained strained; "mutual disregard" became the subject of their arguments, in how they individually cared for Stella (servants and maids often stepped in to attend to her) and how they handled the ongoing tensions, which had only worsened throughout the duration of their marriage. More irreconcilable differences came to light, and in a few years' time, the two began multiple (albeit failed) attempts at separating. Stella, of course, deeply hated this period, and made her frustrations known by either yelling, locking herself away, or by beaming off, much to the castle guard's annoyance.

To prevent any further fracturing of their relationship, Stella's parents took to showering her with gifts, lavish paid vacations, which later became an overabundance of freedom, and a more lax approach towards discipline and punishment--Stella's misbehavior, no matter how egregious, could easily be overlooked, or if necessary, paid off. This spoiling doubled after her mother's unprompted return to Lunaria, and later, the couple's first successful file for divorce. A divorce undisclosed to Stella, as to not upset her, or add any more pressure to her already stressful (second) first year at Alfea.

[imhereformr]

Brella #22 for the prompt game💕. Hope you’re having a great day so far! 💗💗

My coworker brought her dog to the office so I can't complain 🥰

#22: Give me a brush, I'll fix your hair.

“WHY… ARE YOU… BEING… SO FUCKING… ARGH” Stella demanded of her tousled blond hair as she tried to run her brush through it. Her golden blonde locks were usually perfectly cooperative, always flowing the way she wanted and shining like the ray of sun she was. Today, they were the literal opposite: dull and messy, unable to be untangled.  

She dropped the brush onto the vanity table, not caring as it clanged loudly against the blush compact that had been left laying out from when she’d done her make up earlier. Her hands ran through her hair as far as they could before they were blocked by the knots a few inches from her forehead, and she propped her elbows up onto the vanity.  

Messy hair was only the final straw in a horrible morning. She had hoped that upon returning from their search for the Mirror of Truth, things would go back to normal, or at least normal enough that she wouldn’t want to scream every second of every day. She would have to save her father from Cassandra’s clutches, she knew that would be the case regardless. What she hadn’t expected was that Cassandra’s spell would have erased her from the memory of everyone in Solaria – it was like Her Royal Highness Princess Stella of Solaria had disappeared. Her father’s assistant hadn’t even recognised her and very firmly (and rudely) refused to transfer her call to His Royal Majesty. Her mother had even claimed that calling her and ‘pretending’ to be Stella – her missing daughter – was a cruel prank.

She felt entirely hopeless. How was she supposed to reclaim her rightful place in her family – in her life - if she couldn’t convince the woman that had given birth to her that she was Stella of Solaria? Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over and ruin her perfect face. Would that be so bad if she wasn’t so perfect for one day? Her friends would understand if she wasn’t in tip top shape; they had to. Today could be one of those days where she stayed in bed watching cheesy movies and stuffing herself with junk food, makeup running down her face, old, ugly PJs and a fucking bird’s nest for hair.

A knock at the door drew her out of her daydream of cozy PJs and awful romcoms. She sniffled and forced herself to take a deep breath, wiping the tears away from her face just in time for the door to open behind her. In the mirror, she watched Brandon come into the room and look at the piles of clothes strewn on the floor. “You know, Stel” he chuckled, “For someone that cares about clothes so much, you do throw them on the floor a lot.”

He was right, she did do that. She would scold the girls for grabbing any of her clothes with delicate materials too harshly then turn around and toss those same clothes on the floor when she tried them on and decided against it. Stella chuckled halfheartedly – a fact that did not go unnoticed by Brandon. He took one look at her and his gaze softened. He gave her the look; the same one he gave her every time she was upset; the one that said what’s wrong, sunshine? and I’m here for you. She hated that look for one reason: it made her cry. Every negative thought and feeling that she had pushed back and barricaded behind a door in her mind broke through, wreaking havoc on her mental and emotional wellbeing.  

She buried her face in her hands as the tears sprung free and drowned her in her own sorrows. She felt Brandon’s arms wrap around her and pull her into his chest. She nuzzled herself as closely into him as she could, letting his slow, steady breaths calm her. He stroked her hair – her tornado hair – and kissed the top of her head and then, once she’d stopped crying, pulled away just enough to get her hair out of his face and ask what was wrong. There was no use in withholding information from him; this was Brandon for fuck’s sake. He was the man she was going to marry (well, not officially, but she knew she would), so she told him everything, right down to her uncooperative hair.  

“Give me the brush” Brandon said, holding his hand out palm up. Stella pulled away from him and cocked her eyebrow. His hair looked perfect – as always – what could he possibly need her brush for? “I can’t do much about Cassandra or your parents and the people of Solaria, but I want to help however I can. So, give me the brush, I’ll fix your hair.”

[siofra3448]

Things You Might Have Missed About Winx Club’s Stella

Warning: I found these info on various Winx books. I DON’T own anything, all rights go to deserving parties, this is just for fun. And this is like my very first post so go easy on me. Anyways, enjoy!!! 🌟Stella loves reading books about beauty preserving potions and love potions

🌟Stella’s special feature is her being the embodiement of feminity

🌟One of the reasons why Stella was upset about Brandon’s lie is that she didn’t want any guy to make a fool of her. Not even the most sympathetic ones.

🌟Tecna thinks Stella focuses too much on her appearance but Stella thinks Tecna also cares for her appearance as she describes Tecna’s Magic Winx outfit as “Long, incredibly sophisticated, start-studded jumpsuit in the most modern color, with wings and boots in magic style.”

🌟Other Winx girls constantly have to endure Stella’s endless visits to shops and regular participation in beauty contests. And her fits of anger, frivolous antics and the habit of giving unsolicited advice about style and makeup

🌟Stella doesn’t like how other Winx girls work up late over their homeworks and their “eternal, outrageous self doubt” as she puts it

🌟Stella having her own room in Alfea was her parents idea

🌟Magix doesn’t have 365 days in a year but many more. And Stella has a dress for every single day

🌟Stella loves Brandon’s good looks, the way he’s always impeccably dressed and well-groomed, the ways is muscles are outlined in his Specialist uniform, how he perfectly wields a sword, his charming personality and the way he’s so loyal to his loved ones

🌟Stella is Leo with a rising Taurus

🌟Stella actually gets her powers from sun, moon, stars, day and night but mostly uses sun powers because they’re more active and destructive while moon powers are more passive. She’s at her most powerful during sunny days and during full moon

🌟Stella had lots of nannies in her childhood but didn’t get to spend much time with her parents

🌟Stella likes brunette guys

🌟It was Stella’s mother Luna who made Stella wear glasses in her youth to correct a small vision defect

🌟Solaria is located very far from Magix. Its climatic conditions are very diverse. For example, there’s a luminescent season, which lasts for a few months. It’s characterşzed by the abstence of night

🌟Stella’s pixie Amore doesn’t like how Stella talks too much, seems a little superficial and shallow. But through Amore’s guidance, Stella starts to overcome her flaws

🌟Amore loves to contemplate while watching the sunsets

🌟Amore is prone to sighing a lot

🌟Amore doesn’t like technology. Especially when Tecna and Digit can’t stop talking about it

🌟Brandon is also from Eraklyon

🌟Brandon’s birthday is on September 23rd and his magic sign is Nereid

🌟Stella paints her toenails before going to bed

🌟Her favorite color is orange and she loves drama and romantic movies. Romantic comedies as well

🌟Stella once got kitchen duty when she clogged up all the sinks with her “super rich” hair conditioner

🌟When Stella aced her Illusions and Charms exam, the girls had made for her a study schedule, quizzed her at every meal and turned off her phone

🌟Stella has a special compact with the sun and moon on it. It was her grandmothers

🌟Stella admires her mother and learned with her how to accessorize, put her her in a twist and match the lip gloss with the nail polish

🌟Stella doesn’t like pessimistic, negative people and malicious gossip

[papcrhouses]

CASTING CALL!

winx club live adaptation

we’re looking for talents of all ages to this new adaptation of the beloved tv series! the tv series will be directed & produced by annabel powell.

actors, all genders, ages 17+

costume designers

hair & makeup staff

ROLES

bloom — the 16 year old lead, fairy who has fire-related powers, hot-headed, loyal, emotional

stella — 17 year old fairy, fairy of sun, the oldest of the group, fashionista, dramatic, romantic

flora — 16 year old fairy, fairy of nature, calm, sensitive, shy

musa — 16 year old fairy, fairy of sounds, pessimistic, outspoken, sensible

tecna — 16 year old fairy, fairy of technocoly, smart, orderly, rational

layla (comes in later) — 16 year old fairy, fairy of waves, rebellious, athletic, cheery

icy — a witch who has the power of ice. she’s the leader of the witch group trix, and is the main nemesis of the winx club, especially bloom

stormy — a witch who can control the weather, but her power is at its fullest when she’s filled with emotions.

darcy — another witch with the power of hypnosis. unlike the other two, darcy has a soft spot in her for a specific fairy which makes fighting against them hard for her.

brandon — the leader of the group called specialists. he’s interested in bloom. he’s also brandon’s lifeguard.

prince sky — brandon’s best friend and stella’s boyfriend. he’s loyal to stella but flirty to others at times.

timmy — another specialist, who’s especially talented with technology.

riven — specialist who’s the moodiest of them all. he hates softness and actually takes interest in trixes at one point.

hope to see you all at auditions! 💖

— annabel

[pbandjesse]

Today was great. James got fitted for their kilt. I got to go through a ton of craft supplies. I cleaned the apartment. It was a wonderful day.

I slept okay last night. I am really glad I got to sleep in a little. I needed it. It has been very hard waking up so early and working so much. But I was in a good mood. I woke up to give James a hug before they left. And then slept for a little longer.

I got up at 930 and got myself together. I decided to wear two dresses today. Because I wanted the long sleeve dress but I also wanted pockets. I felt super cute. I was really feeling good about myself. My hair looked good. My makeup looked good. I was in a great mood.

I cleaned the apartment. I opened the windows. It was very warm in here. It wasn't like super nice out or anything. It was pretty brisk this morning. But it was uncomfortably hot in here so having the windows open was nice.

I enjoyed cleaning. James's desk is a mess but that isn't my business. I'm mostly worried about Sweetp knocking stuff over and making a mess. But it was fine. I cleaned. I vacuumed. I did the dishes. I even cleaned all the mirrors.

I did my knitting and had a silly meal. It was seaweed, fruit leather, baby bell cheese, and veggie jerky. But it was good. And then it was time to get ready.

I went and waited outside. Just enjoying the sun. And then Cindy was there to get me.

I really, truly, enjoyed her company today. She was just so lovely. We basically talked for four hours straight. It felt like being with my mom or my aunt and I was just having the best time. She has such a lovely energy.

We talked about everything. And nothing. She told me stories. We had lots of laughs. We got to their house and got right to work.

They are moving to a retirement community and Cindy wanted help getting rid of some craft stuff. Her goal was to get rid of half. So I started sorting. Just by pattern or solid first. Then she went through each pile. And something I loved was that she did a similar thing indo, explains what each program was, what the projects was, if it worked or not, for everything we touched. Some stuff was fascinating. Like fabric from her bridesmaids dresses, and the leftover material from the baby blankets her mom made for her kids. And she let me have those things?! I felt so honored.

I really had a great time. Learning and laughing and sorting. Jack came home a few hours into our project. And he joined us in the basement. I had an excellent time talking to him too. He gave me a poloriod camera and that was really awesome. They also have me two crystal candle sticks and toasting flutes. It was so cool. I haven't had grandparents in a long time but that's what this felt like. And it was really lovely and warm.

We worked for about 4 hours. And she showed me some treasures, like a police officer's notebook with notes from when Abraham Lincoln visited Baltimore. And some bibles from the 1800s. Just so cool.

Around 4 we finished up and we loaded up her car. I said goodbye to Jack and Cindy took me home.

I was getting a little tired. But I still really enjoyed our talk and then we got everything inside. Said goodbye and I got to work putting things away.

I had to take a break pretty quickly to eat. I had easy Mac because it's very fast. And I felt a lot better after that. James had been texting me about the day.

Brandon had come to our house and then him and James went to get Paul. And then they were off to get Dante and Evan in Philly. And the. Off to the kilt shop in New Jersey.

They all got fitted. And have probably chosen the pattern. Apparently Dante bought a whistle?? A flute?? They are so silly. But apparently it went well. They might be ordering a special tartan to get a specific color. I don't know of that will have a name or anything. But it's neat to pick a new one. I'm sure they are all gonna look great.

It would be a few hours until James was home. And in that time I worked on sorting. I did not get to the fabric but I out away a lot of the other stuff. Got slightly overwhelmed. And decided to lay in the hammock.

Which is where James found me. James and Brandon came home and we all chatted about our day before they've were off again. Brandon home probably, but James went to help with the theater again.

I played Pokemon for the hour or so they were gone. They brought 711 food home for us. And we talked more about our day. And I would take a shower a little later then normal but that's alright.

Now is time for sleep. I have another very busy week. It's going to be a lovely week I'm sure. I hope you all have a great night. Take care of yourself!! Goodnight!!

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Seven)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Six ※※※※※ Chapter Eight

The sun and heat were plaguing Los Angeles today. Even in the shade, there was no truce. Despite the unbearable heat, I didn't want to miss a beautiful day locked inside the house, so I decided to accompany my best friend in a photoshoot today.

We parked in front of a one floor house, in fact, it looked more like a shed with a very simple appearance. We entered through the next door, avoiding the reception. As soon as we enter, I see a huge space with several colorful panels scattered, in addition to other objects of scenery and lighting.

When Noah closes the door, a round of applause begins, who are applauding? I see a team of about twenty people lined up and among them, the only one I recognize is Kyleen, who wore a belt with several makeup brushes.

Without understanding, I start to applaud everyone, including the twins. Is it their birthday? Everyone is staring at us, so I approach Leah slowly.

“Who are we applauding?” I ask confused.

“You, duh!” she smile.

I look at everyone, confused. Why are you applauding me? My cheeks start to heat up and I don't know what to do.

In a few seconds, the noise stops and I feel compelled to say something. I get closer to the team, noticing the smile that everyone had on their faces.

“Uh, I don't even know what to say. Everyone should already know about amnesia, however, I would like to say that regardless of my memory, I am very grateful to all of you for all the assistance. If I really am that amazing model that I've been seeing, it's definitely due to you. Thank you so much, for everything and for now, for this reception and all the affection.” I bow a little, ending this speech project, awkwardly.

One by one, everyone comes to hug me. It is so strange. I, the ‘invisible’, not popular, who always stayed in my corner, had become a famous model. Today several people wanted to meet me, say hello or just say ‘hi’. It is strange, but it is good.

After all the reception, I follow Leah and Kyleen into the dressing room, watching my friend prepare for another photoshoot while Noah heads for a meeting.

Because of my condition, all the rehearsals and campaigns that I would do were passed on to Leah, so this month she had a very busy schedule. I make a face when I watch her trying to get into a rubber-like jumpsuit. Her hair was well armed and her makeup was loaded, her eyes were full of gloss. And I like this?

“You are very lucky that I love you and you are in this condition. Because I hate these revolutionary photoshoots.” she snorts, trying to go to the table and put on the huge pearl earrings.

“And I like?” I still question without accepting.

“No, but you always do. God knows why.” she stands upright, taking a little walk, looking at herself in the mirror. “Shit, the panties are on my ass.” she complains, leaving the dressing room and trying to get her panties out of the way.

“My God, Leah!” Kyleen scolds, trying not to laugh.

In the studio, I sit next to Kiki, who between one photo and another was going to touch up Leah's makeup. I am amazed to see my friend shine through the flashes. She makes it look so easy, stopping in several different poses, staring at the camera without laughing, with those big models faces.

“She is amazing.” I comment with the owner of the colored hair beside me, who agrees with me.

After several photos, again I go to the dressing room watching my friend now exchange the jumpsuit for a loose dress. As soon as the new makeup was done, Kiki stops behind me, pasting her face to mine.

“What do you think about doing makeup?” the sparkle in her eyes and Leah's smile in the chair next to me, show me how much they want it.

“Promise you won't make that eye full of gloss?” I ask smiling weakly, noticing the brightness in her eyes grow as she promises.

I lay my head on the back and close my eyes at the command of my friend. The whole process is fast and Kyleen does a very light and simple makeup, just hiding some scratches that I still have on my face and neck. In the eyes, a pink tone makes only the contrast deepening my concave and a beautiful eyeliner, which I would never be able to do.

Taking advantage of the fact that I was still in her hands, Kiki takes advantage and braids the top of my head, leaving the rest loose, making me feel like a princess.

“You are amazing.” I compliment her, giving a long kiss on her cheek in thanks.

I hold her hand, heading back to the studio to follow the rest of Leah's photos.

“So, Marnie, what do you think of some pictures?” Brandon, the photographer, comes towards me. I look at him, scared and saying nothing.

I seek help from my friends and even from other people on the team, but no one helps me. In fact, everyone motivates me.

“I don't know, I'm not dressed up and I'm all hurt yet.” I try to hold on to excuses.

“It does not need to be tidy and we will not publish anything, it is just for you to see yourself and maybe adapt again.” he offers the idea.

I face everyone again, not finding help. I close my eyes, giving up. I reach out to Brandon who lets out a loud celebration and takes me over to the square box Leah used to occupy.

Brandon guides me through the poses and looks. I feel my cheeks warm and I'm sure I'm looking like a tomato. I try to release myself with each photo and command they give me, even release a song to try to relax me, but in the end I start laughing.

In the back of my mind, I hear Ashton's voice, giving Brandon one of my orders as "more cheeky", "more mysterious" and even snarling, which only disturbs me. As I walk my eyes through the lights and camera, in my mind another memory comes back.

I can see Ashton sitting on the chairs with Kyleen, "trying" to help me. I just watched Brandon waiting for him to tell the Australian boy to shut up, but he just smiled. I continue my hard work of ignoring my friend, but it comes to a point where he is snarling and scratching the air, which breaks my concentration and makes me laugh.

I end up smiling with the memory still running through my head. In the end, the photos were beautiful, mostly I left laughing, a spontaneous and contagious laugh. My laughter closes when I see Luke's tall figure enter the studio.

I hold my breath with each step he takes, approaching us. He pulls up his sunglasses, showing his pale blue eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Leah asks while getting stuffed with Cheetos.

“I came to pick up Marnie.” he turns to me, giving a closed smile. I widen and run my eyes over to my friends, not knowing what to do.

“Me?” I question after a bug time.

“Ah yes! Your mother called me saying she was stuck at work. She wanted to know if there would be any problems if I took you to the doctor. I said no.” he shrugs.

Once again, I look back at Leah and Kiki, who are just as stuck as I am. Before I open my mouth, Luke's focus turns to the screen next to me, looking at the pictures I just took. I watch your eyes smile.

“They were beautiful.” I smile to him, when he looks back at me.

“Thanks.” I let out the air again. “Well, if I don't get in the way, that's fine. We can go.” Kyleen brings my bag, handing it to Luke. I say goodbye to everyone, I thank Brandon for the photos and slowly leave with him.

I hold my breath again when he closes the door next to me. What am I doing? Getting stuck in a car with Luke days after we broke up? What's my problem? I embrace my broken arm, closing myself.

The drive way to the hospital couldn't have been worse, or whatever. We were quiet all the time. In fact, I stayed. Luke even tried to pull something up, but I couldn't follow, I just crashed. When we arrived, I almost jumped out of the car and followed as fast as I could inside, leaving him almost alone.

What am I doing? What am I doing?

I notice from the corner of my eye, he is approaching while I check in.

“Are you okay?” I look confused at him when we sit down. “The doctor, are you feeling well?” he points to my leg and arm.

“Ah yes! He asked me to come back just to confirm.” I smile to ease my behavior so far. “I just hope he doesn't order a blood test.” I whisper, already feeling a cold wave run down my spine.

My body freezes even more when I see Luke's hand cover mine and give it a little squeeze. I open my eyes wide and Luke realizes by quickly letting go of my hand, apologizing.

“You have been facing a tsunami of confusion and you are doing well, a needle is nothing close to this.” he jokes in an attempt to relax me and break the strange climate.

“ I'd much rather have my amnesia and all that mess than the damn needle.” out of the corner of my eye I notice Luke trying not to laugh and I end up smiling. I take a deep breath, grabbing his hand, as I look across the hall, falsely interested in the ceiling lighting.

During the fifteen minutes we sat there, he did not let go of my hand. I was rambling about that scene and about us. Not remembering him was killing me. Every day I had at least two to three memories, not to mention the things I read, which leads me to stay with the imagination. However, Luke was still the only person I still couldn't remember and probably the most important.

Even with the diary, videos on social medias and photos. It only sank my hopes of going back. I mean, I know I can let my guard down and try to fall in love with him again, but that alternative is not yet an option and it scares me because it has no attraction.

“May I ask you a question?” I begin, in an attempt to break that unbearable silence between us.

“Sure, as many as you want.” Luke answers, super willing.

“What's the nickname? Why does everyone call me M&Ms?” Luke opens a smile, trying not to get a laugh.

“Well, on the serious side of it.” I wrinkle my forehead. Is there a serious side to this? “It's your initials. Marnie Elizabeth McGonagall, M - & - M.” it’s strange how good it’s to hear my name in his mouth.

“And the less serious side?” I have my suspicions, but I want to confirm.

“That you know! You are crazy about M&Ms. I remember countless discussions we had and then you forgave me because I gave you M&Ms.” my cheeks heat up in shame. Damn obsession with chocolate.

“That's why I wasn't surprised with that thing that separates them by colors in my kitchen.” Luke gives a laugh.

“I don't think I've ever seen you so happy to buy something so useless.” I look at the blonde, totally offended.

“It is not useless, it is for them to stay organized and none feel bad that I am eating one color more than another.” I defend my point, facing the hallway again. I strange the silence and look at Luke. “What?”

He keeps his lips tightly pressed. He wants to laugh. Your eyes carry an amused glow. Maybe he was just teasing me, because he would know that I would say something like that. After all, he knows me better than anyone.

I ignore him again. Still holding hands, we waited for the doctor to call me. Every second that passes makes me more anxious. I start hitting my leg on the floor and I want to poke my nails, but a hand is caught between his fingers and I don't want to disturb him.

For a few seconds, I look at Luke. His head against the wall and his eyes closed, make me more relaxed to analyze it without shame. I admire his long hair falling in several curls, finding himself with a very short beard, but that looks great on him.

I lower my gaze to a stop on his neck. Did we… already have sex? I look at his chest with more concentration, wondering how many times I must have passed my hands over there. I take a deep breath and risk lowering my gaze. Oh my God, did I already suc…

“Do you want to ask anything more?” I jump in the chair, startling me with his voice. Luke carries a mischievous smile as he looks at me.

Oh my God, he saw me looking at him and at him. Oh my God. Is it possible to die for being more ashamed!?

“No, I'm fine.” I turn my face to him. “I am fine!” I say softly. I hear your little laugh and I want to bury myself on the floor.

For my total bad luck, it takes the doctor a few more minutes to call me. And during this long and endless wait, I decide not to ask Luke any more questions. In fact, I decide not to look him in the face, just in case.

Seriously Marnie, did you let him catch you drooling on him!?

“Do you want me to come with you?” he offers himself, when the doctor finally calls me.

“No! It´s okay. I believe it is quick.”

“Good afternoon, Miss McGonagall, how are we?” the doctor gives a friendly smile.

Bad.

I take a deep breath, ignoring my mind, no matter how much we're here for it. I follow the consultation by answering the questions he asks. According to him, I seem to be reacting very well, which makes him believe that my amnesia is only temporary.

The doctor asks me to sit on the stretcher and look at my foot. The first time I saw my foot, it looked like a baby watermelon of so swollen it was. But in the last few days, it had improved a lot, since I was following the recommendation to always let it rest and on ice a few times.

“Are you still in pain?” he questions looking carefully.

“No. Will I be able to take it out?” I question hopefully.

“I think so! Let's do a test, you can come back without the boot, but if you feel pain or any discomfort, put it on immediately and return here, okay?”

“All right!” Unfortunately I would have to come back with the boot, because I didn't bring another shoe.

“I will order some tests too and as soon as they are ready, you can return for us to analyze.” I quietly watch him take the orders, feeling my stomach churn when I see the word blood. Shit.

I try to distract myself and turn my head to whoever is outside. Luke. I look quickly at the door, as if I can see him through the wood. I let out the air, still not knowing what to do about it.

I wish I could snap my fingers and see everything magically resolve, or just sleep and wake up when everything is in place.

"Would you like to ask something, Miss McGonagall?" the doctor leans on his desk looking at me attentively.

My face heats up and I smile nervously. I don't know if that would be something that my doctor could help me with, but it costs nothing.

“Is it possible to forget someone forever? I mean, I've had memories with basically everyone who lives with me, except one person. Would it be possible for my brain to delete it?” he scratches his chin surprised by my question.

“Well, first of all, do you want to remember this person?” I positively nod. “Do you really want to or try to convince yourself that you want to, but, deep down, you are not ready for that yet?” he raises an eyebrow. I open my mouth but nothing comes out.

I want to remember Luke and everything we live in, however, I am also afraid that even with the memories back, things will not be as they were before. I already screwed things up with Luke once, I don't want to screw it up again.

This is too horrible, because he is sweet and I do not believe that I would act like him if the situation was the other way around.

“Miss McGonagall, the brain is still a new field for medicine. It behaves in different ways for the same problem, so everything that involves it is studied and closely monitored. There is nothing to prevent this ‘block’ on a certain person from being created by you. Even if you say out loud that you want to remember, your body knows what you really want, because, even involuntarily, you transmit signals to your brain, maintaining the block.” it makes sense.

“I believe that I am only afraid, as much as I want, fear prevents me.” I say low.

“Can I offer you some advice?” I look at him in surprise, before agreeing. “Talk to that person. Be clear and sincere. Say you are afraid, but despite them, you want to remember everything. Help comes from those we least expect.” again, he gives a sympathetic and compassionate smile.

“Thank you very much, doctor.” I thank before I leave the office.

I approach Luke slowly, who gets up with a smile.

“All very well?”

“Yes, I finally got rid of the boot.”

“And why do you look like that?” he looks at me suspiciously.

“We need to talk.” I announcement tense. I see him frown, confused. “I'm going to need your help with something.”

“Marnie, you're making me worried, is everything okay? Did something happen?”

“Everything is fine.” I assure him. “It's about amnesia. It's about us.”

[satinwulf]

✦ ▓ AND WHO GOES THERE? oh, it’s just [ SANSA STARK ]. some say [ HER ] resemblance to [ AHN HEEYEON ] is almost uncanny, but the [ TWENTY-SIX ] year old has been in the capital for [ TWENTY-SIX YEARS ]. many suspect that they are the notorious [ ASSOCIATE ] of the [ STARK ] family: perhaps that has made them [ RESERVED ] && [ CIRCUMSPECT ] of late, when they used to be so [  WHIMSICAL ] && [ SANGUINE ]. during the daylight hours, [ SANSA ] can be found working as a [ FASHION DESIGNER & BOUTIQUE OWNER ], but when night falls over king’s landing, they are best remembered listening to [ THE ARCHER BY TAYLOR SWIFT ]. may the gods be with them in these dark streets. ( mowgli. twenty-four. cst. she/hers. )

STATISTICS.

full name:  sansa  elethea  stark.

moniker / nickname: princess,   sans.

gender && pronouns: cisfemale,      she / hers.

dob && age: december 23,   1994.     26.

zodiac sign: capricorn.

ethnicity: korean.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

romantic orientation: biromantic.

mafia affiliation: associate  to  the  stark  family  via  familial  ties   -   sansa  does  NOT  partake  in  anything  further  than  simply  being  known  as  a  stark.

occupational history: former  socialite  turned  fashion  designer.      current  owner  of  the  satin  wolf,      an  upscale  boutique  featuring  her  designs.

financial status: sansa  comes  from  wealth,      but  has  also  amassed  her  own  funds  through  her  business   -   albeit,      it  is  easy  to  do  so  when  you  don’t  have  to  pay  rent.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: ahn  heeyeon,   ‘hani’.

height: five feet,   eight  inches.

physical build: tall  and  slim;   sansa  is  not  very  toned  nor  muscled,       her  body  is  very  much  so  smooth  lines  and  long  limbs.

eye colour and shape:  brown,      almond.

hair colour and style: currently  strawberry  blonde,   formerly  many  different  colors,    as  sansa  expressed  herself  through  having  it  dyed  previously.       it  is  often  worn  straight  and  down  when  she  isn’t  working,      and  pulled  into  a  messy  bun  when  she  is!

usual expression: stoic.

accent and speech style: sansa  has  a  very  soft  voice,       very  saccharine  and  sweet  by  its  very  nature.        she  has  no  blatant  accent,     and  speaks  often  in  run  on  sentences.

distinguishing marks / characteristics: any scars, tattoos, piercings.

clothing style: very  street  chic  but  also  dependent  on  the  occasion   -   she  dresses  for  the  life  she  wants  to  have  and  live.

jewellery and accessories: earrings,   necklaces,   hats,   scarves   -   any  and  everything  is  on  the  table  when  it  comes  to  accessorizing  the  perfect  outfit.        sansa  never  considers  herself  fully  dressed  without  her  apple  watch,      earrings,      and  a  silver  wolf’s  head  locket  necklace.  

FAMILY:

father: eddard stark.

mother: catelyn stark,      nee  tully.

siblings, if any: robb,      arya,      bran,      rickon.

extended relations: hoster  &  minisa  tully,     edmure  tully,      brandon  stark,      lyanna  stark,      benjen  stark.

significant other(s): none,   currently.    formerly  a  fiance.

children: none.

household pet(s): a  female  merle  great  dane  named  boleyn,   “bo”  for  short.

FAVOURITES.

colour: blue.

weather: a sunny,   but  cool  fall  day.

food item:  red  velvet  cupcakes.

beverage: peach lemonade.

time of day: mid - evening.

television genre: drama.

PERSONALITY.

hobbies: painting,     baking,      reading   -   and  occasionally  writing.

pet peeves: sansa  loathes  loud  chewers,      people  who  refuse  to  put  effort  into  their  outward  appearance,      and  people  who  think  ketchup  and  ranch  go  on  everything   -   or  anything  at  all.

phobias: spiders,      rats,      snakes.

allergies: penicillin.

mbti type: enfj,    the  protagonist.

enneagram type: 4w3,      the  enthusiast.

positive traits: whimsical,      sanguine,      clever.

negative traits: reserved,      circumspect,      fretful.

morning routine: up  by  seven,      morning  walk  with  her  dog,      shower,      breakfast,    begin  work  by  nine,      sharp.

beauty routine: multi - stepped,   always  beginning  with  primers  and  concealers.        sansa  is  a  bit  of  a  makeup  enthusiast;      even  if  she’s  just  at  home  working,      she  prefers  to  have  some  level  of  it  on,      as  she  feels  it’s  yet  another  creative  and  artistic  outlet   . . .    even  if  it  is  just  for  herself.

sleeping habits: sansa  has  always  been  a  heavy,      deep  sleeper,      even  as  a  child.        she  can  fall  asleep  in  the  blink  of  an  eye,      and  be  out  for  hours  without  even  a  hint  of  discomfort.        she  used  to  be  the  person  who  was  up  all  night,      and  tended  to  sleep  all  day   -   now  she’s  asleep  by  8:30pm  most  nights  and  up  by  7:00am.

living space && home: a  high  rise  loft  apartment,      kept  impeccably  clean  and  decorated  in  a  modern  contemporary  style,      with  many  hues  of  gray  and  light  pastels.

all  the  king’s  horses  and  all  the  king’s  men  couldn’t  put  me  together  again,      ‘cause  all  of  my  enemies  started  out  friends.

sansa  attended  king’s  way  college  and  graduated  with  a  bachelor’s  degree  of  fine  arts,    having  majored  in  fashion  design.        her  graduation  present  was  the  satin  wolf,      a  boutique  of  her  own  to  showcase  her  designs.        it  is  located  in  neutral  territory,      and  operated  by  staff  hand  selected  by  sansa  herself.  

the  death  of  hoster  tully  was  a  sad  affair  for  her,      and  yet,      sansa’s  grief  was  also  met  with  a  sense  of  relief.        that  with  her  grandfather  no  longer  pulling  strings,      the  pressure  of  being  brought  into  a  life  she  did  not  want  might  wain.

it  is  her  intent  to  never  become  involved  further  than  she  is  currently  with  any  of  the  syndicates,    even  her  own  family’s.

dancing  under  lights  since  she  was  seventeen.     her  brain’s  flooded  with  ketamine,     high  from  every  party,      low  from  self - esteem;     it’s  selfish  but  she  never  sleep.       honestly,      she  needs  a  little  sympathy.

the  socialite  daughter,      beautiful  and  charming,      always  interested  in  the  next  party   -   the  next  event.        sansa  had  a  penchant  for  attention,      late  nights  spent  out  drinking  and  dancing  even  when  she  less  than  legal;      it  made  her  feel  happy,      feel  free.        it  was  a  way  to  forget  that  things  could  be  dark  and  grim   -   to  forget  that  her  parents,      her  siblings,     nearly  everyone  she  knew  was  involved  in  a  lifestyle  that  made  her  stomach  curl.       so  she  danced  and  partied,      smiled  wide  for  pictures,     found  a  boyfriend  that  enjoyed  the  same  things  she  did   -   one  who  wasn’t  interested  in  what  her  family’s  name  could  do  for  him   . . .   or  so  she  thought.        when  he  asked  her  to  marry  him,      she  cried  tears  of  joy,      and  things  were  perfect.        just  like  they  always  were  for  sansa.

until  one  night  a  few  months  ago,      when  she  and  her  fiance  were  leaving  a  club   -   drunk  and  stumbling,      clinging  to  his  arm  with  practiced  ease    . . .   when  two  rough  hands  that  weren’t  his  pulled  her  away.        into  a  darkened  alley,      where  accomplices  met  and  held  her  at  knife-point.        they  wanted  to  know  about  her  father.        her  uncles.        her  mother,     aunts,      grandfather.        stark  plans,      stark  anything   -   gravely  voices  that  wondered  how  many  pretty  pennies  they  could  get  if  they  just  took  her  off  the  streets  now.       held  her  until  they  paid,      and  maybe  they’d  just  kill  her  anyways.       the  rough  brick  of  the  building  at  her  back  digs  into  unmarred  skin,      leaving  it  scratched  and  red   -   prick  of  a  blade  just  centimetres  away  from  the  flesh  of  her  neck,      threatening  to  cut  it  open  and  leave  her  bloody.

she  can’t  figure  out  where  he  is,      the  man  who’s  supposed  to  love  her   -   seemingly  vanished  into  thin  air  the  minute  things  had  turned  sour.        sansa  is  convinced  of  the  worst,      mascara  tears  trailing  down  her  cheeks,      because  this  must  be  it.        the  end  of  it  all.

reprieve  is  the  sight  of  one  man,     then  two,      crumpling  to  the  ground.        a  familiar  face  appearing  in  the  dimly  lit  alley  as  the  knife  at  her  throat  clatters  to  the  ground  and  her  freedom  is  given.        alive  but  shaken,      sansa  hasn’t  been  the  same  since.

i  used  to  be  a  darling  starlet  like  a  centerpiece.       had  the  whole  world  wrapped  around  my  ring.      i  flew  too  closely  to  the  sun  that’s  setting  in  the  east,       and  now  i’m  melting  from  my  wings.

returning  to  a  normal  life  post  incident   -   post  trauma   -   has  been  easier  said  than  done.        now  reclusive  in  nature,      stowing  herself  away  for  days  in  her  high  rise  loft  apartment,      sightings  of  the  eldest  stark  daughter  are  said  to  be  few  and  far  between.        she  no  longer  frequents  her  own  boutique,      working  instead  from  home  and  through  various  intermediates  to  ensure  everything  is  well  controlled;      sansa  only  appears  when  it’s  absolutely  necessary,      when  business  requires  a  gentle,     steady  hand  and  cannot  be  managed  from  afar.        

custom  designs  are  still  available,     but  often  very   hard  to  come  by.        sansa  is  incredibly  selective  with  who  she’ll  meet  in  person  with,      and  thus,      only  those  who  can  guarantee  her  trust  have  been  able  to  get  them.

sansa  does,      however,      outfit  most  of  the  stark  syndicate  in  gear  that  is  both  fashionable  and  functional.        including  safety  measures   &   fabric  a  little  more  durable  than  most.        this  is  generally  the  extent  of  what  she’s  willing  to  do  for  the  syndicate,      the  idea  of  being  involved  in  violence  is  absolutely  terrifying  to  her,      especially  after  everything  she  went  through  without  even  being  more  than  a  child  of  known  members.

she  still  is  unaware  of  her  ex-fiance’s  involvement  in  the  attempted  abduction   -   if  he  was  working  along  with  the  men,      or  if  he  was  just  cowardly  enough,     uncaring  enough  to  have  let  her  be  pulled  from  his  arms.        she  hasn’t  spoken  to  him  much,      outside  of  ending  their  relationship  as  a  whole,      the  truth  isn’t  worth  the  extra  pain  it  may  cause,      or  so  she’s  convinced  herself  for  now.

wanted  connections  !!     i  may  send  some  of  these  into  the  main  after  a  bit  if  they  aren’t  filled  just  because  i’m  #needy.

judas    . . .      this  would  be  sansa’s  ex - fiance!      i  did  write  it  off  a  tweaked  and  modernized  version  of  her  relationship  with  joffrey  but  it  definitely  doesn’t  have  to  be  him.         their  relationship  was  seemingly  picture  perfect   -   and  likely  too  good  to  be  true.         they  were  frequent  party  and  club  attendees  together,      and  truly,      was  based  off  of  the  fact  that  being  together  was  akin  to  the  high  that  came  with  endless  drinks  and  fun.        ideally,      he  would  have  just  been  using  sansa  to  hopefully  siphon  information  or  even  to  gain  an  in  to  the  stark  family   -   the  possibilities  are  endless  and  i’m  ??   here  for  them?       sansa  romanticized  the  fuck  out  of  him  and  their  relationship,      ignoring  any  and  all  warning  signs  until  things  went  bad  the  night  of  the  after  club  incident.        essentially  she’s  ghosted  him,      aside  from  mailing  back  his  ring  and  a  letter  telling  him  it  was,      in  very  few  words,      over.      the  finer  details  are  very  much  so  up  for  discussion  and  interpretation  so  y’know,      run  wild.

white  horse   . . .      whomever  saved  sansa  from  the  alley   -   no  gender  requirements  because  we  love  equal  opportunity  ass  kickers  in  this  house.       they  had  at  the  very  least  an  acquaintanceship  with  sansa  in  the  past  and  after  their  act  of  heroism,     sansa’s  sort  of  attached  herself  to  them  in  a  very  idealized  way?      not  necessarily  romantically  but  very  clingy,     she  doesn’t  want  to  be  a  burden  but  also  it’s  very  hard  for  her  to  not  instinctively  shift  into  thinking  of  them  as  her  protector  and  she  just  needs  and  wants  to  feel  safe   . . .   all  of  the  time.        taken  by  dacey  mormont.

pink  pony  club   . . .     sansa’s  #squad.      their  relationship(s)  may  be  slightly  strained  from  sansa  shifting  into  recluse  mode,    but  ultimately  they  would  be  the  people  she  spent  the  most  time  with  previously.      dancing,    studying,    coffee  dates,    all  of  the  close  friend  things.      bonus  points  for  friendships  from  childhood  to  now,    because  we  all  need  the  montage  of  childhood  sleepovers  to  sansa  showing  up  at  their  house  at  6:00  in  the  morning  because  she  can’t  sleep  and  she  brought  coffee,    also  do  they  have  time  to  talk  about  how  she  can’t  stop  shaking  and  she  just  needs  a  hug.

also  if  you’ve  made  it  this  far,      ‘sup  i’m  mowgli  and  i  told  myself  i  wasn’t  allowed  to  join  the  discord  until  i  finished  my  intro  because  i  have  the  attention  span  of  a  goldfish  and  it  still  took  me  all  day   ??     anyways,     i’m  gonna  be  sneaking  myself  on  in  there  soon  but  y’all  can  feel  free  to  also  just  add  me  @  mohglee#0602  ty ty <3

[darkpoisonouslove]

brella + 💔

Sorry for the delay, anon. I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with this. But here you go. Some angsty yet soft Brella.

“Stella, come on. We’re going to be late,” Brandon urged as he went back into the bedroom. Stella had thrown him out nearly twenty minutes ago to add the finishing touches to her outfit in peace and he’d thought she’d be ready by now but they were really cutting it close. They needed to go.

“No, I can’t find my ring,” Stella said, her voice alarmed and a whiff of frantic energy carrying from her. It was subtle but just unsettling enough to tell him she was getting upset at her inability to find the trinket which wasn’t quite the usual for her. Sure, she was hung up on fashion and the way she looked but she was good at improvising, too, and replacing whatever she couldn’t find with something that wouldn’t let anyone notice the absence.

“You look stunning,” Brandon said, knowing the power his compliments had and also because it was true. She was always beautiful but there was something about her that evening that brought out her origins, the auras of both the moon and the sun radiating from her and giving a celestial feeling to her. She looked… ethereal. “Surely your outfit won’t suffer from the lack of it?” he made sure to form it as a question. He didn’t really understand fashion and its laws even after all the time they’d been together and he didn’t want to sound like he was downplaying her concerns. She was perfect to him either way but if she was worried about her outfit, then he was there to help quell those concerns, not diminish them.

“I need the ring, Brandon,” Stella huffed and he did his best not to take it personally since she was just irritated. Perhaps more with herself rather than with him. “I am the princess of Solaria. I can’t go out there without the ring,” she said, her voice quieter now, barely hanging together as she was trying to do the same.

Oh. That ring. That certainly complicated things. Especially if she’d left it at his apartment. There was no time to go and get it as they were already getting into the fashionably late territory and headed towards disaster which didn’t even leave him enough time to try to help her calm down. They had to go. Stella had an important role in that ball and he’d just been introduced in the high society as her fiance. It would hurt both their image to be late.

“Yes, you are the princess of Solaria,” Brandon said as he took her hand. He would’ve cupped her cheek but he didn’t want to mess with her makeup accidentally. That would send them both spiraling and there was no need for it. “Everyone’s come to see you, not the ring,” he tried but was met with a frown.

“But the ring is the symbol of the royal family and I am supposed to be looking after it,” she said, her eyes glossy when the tears were only held back by the knowledge that they would ruin her makeup. She couldn’t even cry no matter how much she wanted to and Brandon did not know how to help her. He would take her sadness in him if he could. There was too much burden on her shoulders and he’d gladly take it on for her but he couldn’t. He wasn’t royalty and he could never be a part of her world fully.

“The ring is safe, Stella,” he tried to soothe the budding guilt he could feel in her slackened fingers when she wouldn’t close them around his as if she’d resigned to her failure as a princess. “We’ll find it when we get back. You don’t need it,” he squeezed her hand for support and to give her his faith in her. She was amazing and he’d seen all her efforts to be a better princess. He knew the trouble she’d already gone through when it came to the ring. She’d been ready to sacrifice her life to keep it safe and that was all the proof he needed to know she would do great as a queen when the time came. She had all the qualities for it and they were right there, inside her. Ring or no ring.

“I do need it, Brandon,” Stella said, an edge to her voice that would have cut him if she hadn’t pulled her hand out of his. “But I’ll have to go without it,” she whispered, her thumb rubbing over the base of her finger where the ring should have been. “Let’s go.” She barely spared him a glance before pushing past him and hurt so much more than it would have if she’d screamed at him or even sobbed out her heart as she broke down.

For the first time she looked at him like he didn’t understand. And for the first time he was afraid he didn’t.

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[gatecoeur]

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[ ELEMENTS ] || fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog. wood.

[ BODY ] || claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. pointed ears. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe. curls.

[ WEAPONS ] || fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. pistols. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staff. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. peace. rifles. cannons. mind.

[ MATERIALS ] || gold. silver. platinum. copper. bronze. iron. rust. steel. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. quartz. metals. glass. shell. bone. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. ichor. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. vinyl. carbon nanotubes. circuits.

[ NATURE ] || grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. woods. hills. highlands. islands.

[ ANIMALS ] || lions. tigers. wolves. panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. vultures. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. rabbits. mantises. crows. ravens. mice. jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenixes. peacocks. coyote.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] || sugar. salt. candy. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. raspberry. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. rice. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] || music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute. mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing.

[ STYLE] || lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. barefoot. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. earrings. necklace. collar. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. layers. bandana. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. bracers. sweaters. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visors. eye contacts. makeup. implant. artificial parts. robes.

[ MISC ] || balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. fatigue. energetic. manipulation. faith. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. devotion. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions.

[lalunangel]

I had this very beautiful friend my sophomore/junior year of highschool.. her name was Trinity. I didn’t know her a very long time. Actually the last years of her life was when I got to meet and I grew to love her so much. She was precious and cute. I dated her ex boyfriend and I had no clue but she told me everything when she was let out of the ward she was put in because he tried to convince her they should kill themselves together.. I guess at 16 that sounds “romantic” she got better. I didn’t know him or love him like that. I just knew him and dated him because it was fun at the time. She told me tons of stories about them and I felt so bad for what he had done to her.. but she always cried when hugging me.. “I feel worse for you because you have to deal with him NOW.” So because she was out and it was better to snatch her back up... he broke up with me. I didn’t cry. I just kinda moved on. I didn’t love him anyway.. but she got mad for me. After school I went looking for her because she promised to visit me and I could walk her home since it was on the way to my apartment at the time.. and I found her.. she was 5’8.. thin beyond belief.. long perfect brown hair.. she was beautiful. Her lips were full and a bright pink. Her hazel eyes were like pools you could dive into.. she was what trust looked like. She carried herself so well and beautifully... she looked like a strong house with vines growing up the sides.. like magic had dipped its hands in her soul. For the almost year I knew her I had never heard her scream or yell or speak profanities that were for amusement.. but that day I had.. “YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A TERRIBLE THING TO HER? YOU THINK WE’LL GET BACK TOGETHER? YOU THOUGHT WRONG YOU PIECE OF CHEATING SHIT! HOW DARE YOU! ALSO WHOS LAUREN WHY WOULD YOU CHEAT ON HER WITH THAT UGLY STALE CRAKER YOU FUCK FACE!” And.. I say with a heavy heart no ones ever defended my honor.. but that day she had. And when I stood on those steps walking out to find her.. and saw her small frail body shaking with raw anger.. her cheeks were flushed.. she was so upset.. I felt very sad to have put her in that position.. I didn’t say anything. I watched.. I watched them fight. Past Lovers still in love... but know they aren’t good for one another. What broke my heart was how the whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about how much it must hurt to love someone so far away.. but how happy I was.. that someone.. said something.. and that I wasn’t alone in being angry. I was never going to yell at him.. but she yelled for me.. she yelled so loud and long.. I was worried it would hurt her.. but she turned and saw me.. she looked like a different person when she saw I was there. Her precious smile spread across her small face.. and she said “Baby Doll! Let’s walk home now!” And I knew.. that she was going to be someone I wanted to treasure for forever... I loved her.

My favorite color was green before I met her.. but when I met her and told her green was my favorite.. she wore it a lot and said “I’m your favorite color now” and ever since then.. I’ve always associated the color with the memories of her. She’s like fall.. but right before the terrible cold comes.. when it’s pretty still.. when greens are at the top of the trees and the leaves are falling.. when it’s still calm. When I think of her I still remember the last time I walked home with her.. how I excitedly was telling her about this book I was reading... and telling her to read it.. because I related to him so much.. and she laughed.. and the sun caught her eyes.. and she was alive.. her hair curled.. the green shirt she was wearing.. and how her smile was open mouthed... when I remember her.. that’s how I always want to see it. Perfect. Beautiful. Like a still life.. a moment that deserved to be captured...

When she died.. I didn’t know what to say or do. How to hold my friends who knew her longer.. than I had.. I cried.. I cried a lot... I remember holding Destiny’s hand and sobbing... I didn’t ask questions then.. it was the aftermath of the funeral.. my first one that I cried at.. my heart was destroyed.. we went back to school the following day.. and I don’t really remember how I became functional then. I know that destiny and I walked to every class that was in the same hall.. Brandon would hold my hand often and rub my back when I’d cry.. and I’d do the same for him.. and hide his tears.. my ex... had actually completely lost himself and depended on me.. but I didn’t give him the satisfaction.. I just told him I could only be a friend.. and after that.. I walked away from him completely.. I know he needed someone.. but his need and their needs were different... I could never replace someone’s first love. A lot of my friends had swollen eyes and sat in the backs of classrooms.. the amount of us that missed school to see her off.. was..heartbreaking. Brandon wore sunglasses. Destiny made me do her eyeliner.. I dyed my hair so it took the attention away.. and a gay friend did my makeup so my eyes weren’t puffy. We didn’t talk much. Just hugged and sat together. Jokes died for a while. No one sat on the steps to talk after school.. we all just wanted to be alone with the reality of her being gone..

At some point someone told me I didn’t deserve to see her or cry over her.. and I broke.. but Destiny defended me the same way Trinity did.. and yelled “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL HER THAT! IN THE END SHE SPENT MORE TIME WITH IZZY THAN SHE DID WITH US AND YOU KNOW IT!” And i felt terrible.. so terrible.. I kept my sadness to myself and stopped telling people that it hurt. I avoided my friends..

Brandon was the one to stop me.. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I saw you everyday walk her to her house. I know how much you talked to her. You walked home everyday. I know you guys texted a lot too I’d see it during English.. please.. please stop hiding from us I need someone to cry with.” And we snuck out of the cafeteria and cried on the steps... cried so hard and loud.. I thought my heart would never stop breaking.. the year playlists popped up again.. and this song came back.. and I heard it for the first time in 3 years... and I was still moved to tears.. tears for her.. tears for my dad.. I feel like so many things could’ve been different.. but no matter what.. the choices we make are our own.. and we can’t control that.. I’m always going to mourn them.. always.. I loved them so fully... but I don’t ever want to feel like I don’t have a right to cry.. a right to keep it bottled up.. I’m allowed sadness.. happiness.. love.. and I guess now that I’m 19... and not 15/16... I know that a lot better than I did back then...

[fleshcrafted]

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▌REAL NAME: juliet marie hargraves. ▌SINGLE OR TAKEN: single. ▌ABILITIES OR POWERS:  clan ventrue vampire, all the powers and disciplines that go along with it. ▌EYE COLOR: blue. ▌HAIR COLOR:  honey blonde.  ▌FAMILY MEMBERS: viktor grayson, sire. fiona hanson, edward brandon, fellow childer of viktor. ▌SOMETHING THEY DON’T LIKE: liars. ▌HOBBIES / ACTIVITIES: painting, listening to music, gardening, swimming.  ▌EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE:  under duress. ▌EVER KILLED ANYONE BEFORE: no. ▌WORST HABITS: daydreaming, getting stuck in the past. ▌ROLE MODELS: grace kelly, marilyn monroe.  ▌SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual. ▌THOUGHTS ON MARRIAGE/KIDS: as a human she would have loved to have been married and had kids, someone to grow old with, to share memories with. but as a vampire, she shies away from anything involving commitment, since she’s technically immortal and she can’t have kids, it just seems like a terrible tease of an idea. ▌FEARS: being alone forever, being ‘alive’ forever. ▌STYLE PREFERENCES: flowy dresses, vintage clothing, mostly things from the 30s through to the 70s. long hair, loose, little makeup.

▌ SOMEONE THEY LOVE:  love is a strong word she doesn’t use often; everyone she loves is dead. ▌APPROACH TO FRIENDSHIPS: cautious, wary. not trusting. ▌THOUGHTS ON PIE: can’t eat human food. ▌FAVORITE DRINK:  blood, but that’s not really a favourite. ▌FAVORITE PLACE TO SPEND TIME AT: at the beach house in upstate new york, the one built by her father in the 30s. viktor bought it as a birthday present for her. ▌SWIM IN THE LAKE OR IN THE OCEAN: always in the lake. always. ▌THEIR TYPE: kind, funny, dark haired. ▌CAMPING OR INDOORS: indoors. camping means the sun, eventually.

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[lazydaizies]

An amazing read...

Not my story....

What are the odds of this? I am the oldest of four kids, and only the youngest is a boy. I have only girl cousins on both sides of my family. I just have nieces, no nephews, and my oldest niece has... you guessed it: two daughters. What in the actual world?

My whole life has been filled with feelings, tampons, cheerleading tryouts, sisters, Oprah’s Bra Revolution, girl movies, makeup, a lot of words, and female energy. When my husband Brandon (also no brothers) first entered our family story, he and my brother Drew immediately engaged in weird boy shenanigans my sisters and I had no category for. Why are they slapping each others’ wrists until someone gives up? Why? Why would you do that? Why are you being gross? Why are you using those words? Why is that funny? We were always perplexed.

I grew up with girls, have always been surrounded by girls, fill my life with strong women, and plan to serve them till I die. This community has always made sense to me.

A few months ago, I went down hard. Now, I am a glass-half-full optimist by any standard, beyond reason. I am like Chris Traeger from Parks and Recreation: “Isn’t language fun? It’s like racquetball! For your mouth!”  This is mainly how I operate, which I come by honestly because my dad is the most over-the-top enthusiast on the planet of earth. We’re here for the joy, people.

But I found myself at the absolute bottom, down in the sludge and muck where not even a ray of light could crack through the darkness. I wasn’t sleeping, I wasn’t eating, I was barely breathing. I begged my mom to travel with me to my last few speaking events of the year, because I was so fragile and rattled, I couldn’t imagine even walking through an airport by myself. Even now looking back, I struggle to choose the right words to describe the despair, but what held it fast was this sense of being utterly alone.

On a particularly awful day, my ride-or-die friend Nichole sent me a picture and a story. It was about female elephants, you know, as all good stories begin. See, in the wild, when a mama elephant is giving birth, all the other female elephants in the herd back around her in formation. They close ranks so the delivering mama cannot even be seen in the middle. They stomp and kick up dirt and soil to throw attackers off the scent and basically act like a pack of fierce bodyguards.

They surround the mama and incoming baby in protection, sending a clear signal to predators that if they want to attack their friend while she is vulnerable, they’ll have to get through forty tons of female aggression first.

When the baby elephant is delivered, the sister elephants do two things: they kick sand or dirt over the newborn to protect its fragile skin from the sun, and then they all start trumpeting, a female celebration of new life, of sisterhood, of something beautiful being born in a harsh, wild world despite enemies and attackers and predators and odds.

Nichole sent all this to me and said: We have you. You are never alone.

This is exactly what we do, girls. When our sisters are vulnerable, when they are giving birth to new life, new ideas, new ministries, new spaces, when they are under attack, when they need their people to surround them so they can create, deliver, heal, recover...we get in formation. We close ranks and literally have each others’ backs. We do the heavy lifting while our sister is down. You want to mess with our girl? Come through us first. Good luck.

And when delivery comes, when new life makes its entrance, when healing finally begins, when the night has passed our sister is ready to rise back up, we sound our trumpets because we saw it through together. We celebrate! We cheer! We raise our glasses and give thanks.

Maybe you need this picture and story too. If you are closing ranks around a vulnerable sister, or if your girls have you surrounded while you are tender, this is how we do it. We take turns in the middle. We take turns in formation. We take turns being weak. We take turns being strong.

My friends got into hard core formation around me, and as I’m sitting here, I tell you that my time in the middle is over. My sisters closed ranks and refused to budge until I could stand again. Oh my stars did they ever stomp and kick up dirt on my behalf; I could weep just thinking of it. Fierce, so fierce. They saw me through the most fragile season, and I’ll never forget it as long as I live.

May you find your tribe, surround them and surround yourself with them, and join the chorus through the ages: there is no community like a community of women.

[pbandjesse]

It was a cold day. Like not just regular winter it was a blustery kind of frigid. And it was just kind of rough. Enough that I was fragile and cried a whole bunch at the play me and James just went and saw. But today wasn't a bad day.

I was just up way too long last night. D&D friends stayed until after midnight. And then Brandon woke up right after they left which was very funny. And he ended up staying until about 1:30. Like it was fun but I feel so tired and really wanted to go to sleep. And then once he did leave I couldn't fall asleep for a while. James went to bed but I was up until about 2:30. I ended up selling one of the McDonald's fast food toys I had listed on eBay. So I made like $5. I forgot that I gave it free shipping so I honestly might lose money in the long run. But it's whatever. I hope that they make someone happy.

I woke up at 8 wall James was making breakfast for himself. I got up and got dressed and said goodbye and went to go home. I wanted to get some more sleep while he went to work. But then I got outside and my bike lock it frozen shut. Would not turn. I called him and he came down with a pot of hot water. Poured it down the walk as best he could and that opened it up. I was able to buy, but I brought the back in the house because I don't want it to happen again.

I was fairly bundled but getting home with still rough. It was very cold. And windy. I got back here and got a shower after I brought my bike inside. I had to do some cleaning because sweetpea threw up on the stairs. But then I took shower and wash my hair and I felt a lot better. I was very hungry but I decided I'd rather go to sleep.

I laid in bed for a while. I fell asleep somewhere around 9:30. And I woke up at 11 feeling much better. I got dressed and did my makeup. And then I left. I walked down towards the harbor to go to the Chipotle. I brought a container so I could get another meal out of it. The bowl is definitely the best way to go. Because you can get taco shells on the side have three tacos than have a whole meal still there. It's actually outrageous how much the tacos are a rip-off if you buy them by themselves. I packed up my leftovers and I went to get the bus.

I had to wait for the bus so much today. It was really long getting to work at 3. But I got to work and everything was fine. And then all the sudden it started snowing really bad. It only lasted for like 20 minutes but it was coming down and Swirls and sideways. It was wild. But then it stopped in the sun came out. It's still too cold but it was neat to see.

The kids were pretty good today. We had a meltdown with one of them and they cried a lot. But we have a small class and we were able to go to the gym for us and we had a good dinner. Art time went okay. The one table was way too loud and they weren't as focused as they could have been and that led to me having to split up the table so that they could focus more. And that led to meltdown. And some torn apart. It wasn't fun seeing one of my students cry that much. It was over nothing. We sat in the hallway and I held his hand and we did some deep breaths but he just could not calm down. Just got to keep working at it. He'll take tomorrow off and we'll see him again on Monday

After work I went to go get the bus and the transit app said it was one minute away. And that minute passed and nothing came. And then it said it was 20 minutes away. After I spent 15 minutes outside. And it was freezing. My hands were so stiff from the cold. I was in pain and I was tired. I thought I could waste some time by wandering up to the stop that comes before mine. So I walked what is a pretty far distance. And I was very cold. And I got there. And it still said the bus was 20 minutes away. I was going to cry. And then I saw two buses in the distance and I was like I'm getting on that bus I don't care where it's going. I had to get inside. So I get on the bus. Thankfully it's going downtown. It's going away I never gone before but it was going where I needed to go. Which is nice to know for the future that I can take a different bus. And it took about the same amount of time.

But I was very fragile and I didn't feel good and I feel cold. And I was getting more and more upset. I was texting James and I told him where I was getting off and he said he would meet me there. I forgot that we were going to a play tonight and all the sudden I was like I'm I can't go. But we went to McDonald's and we ate food and it made me feel better and I'm really glad we went to the play.

Don't get me wrong it was rough. Play was a little over two hours. Was about an Amish community. Specifically one family. And an English man. That is to say someone who is not Amish. He fell asleep behind the wheel and killed the two sons of the family. And he comes back to try to atone for what happened. It was all about forgiveness. And then the daughter that have been excommunicated comes back. And you deal with figuring out why she had been shunned by the family. And it turned out she was sexually assaulted and Community forgave her rapist but she couldn't so she left. And it was very very difficult to watch. I cried a little bit in the first half. But the second half I was sobbing almost the entire time. I really enjoyed the show but I think I cried more because I was tired. I really loved it though and the lighting in the show was fabulous.

I was really really happy to go home. And James just walk back and he's in the other room doing dishes and hanging out with the cat. We have the morning off together we're going to make muffins. And then I have teaching and I'm looking forward to another nice day. Hopefully I don't get stuck outside as often. But it's going to be colder. So wish me luck. Good night everybody sleep well