#Camille rose naturals

[thejaguartour]

Victoria Monét via Instagram in collab with Camille Rose Naturals. [video]

[blackwoolncrown]

Reading list for Afro-Herbalism:

A Healing Grove: African Tree Remedies and Rituals for the Body and Spirit by Stephanie Rose Bird

Affrilachia: Poems by Frank X Walker

African American Medicine in Washington, D.C.: Healing the Capital During the Civil War Era by Heather Butts

African American Midwifery in the South: Dialogues of Birth, Race, and Memory by Gertrude Jacinta Fraser

African American Slave Medicine: Herbal and Non-Herbal Treatments by Herbert Covey

African Ethnobotany in the Americas edited by Robert Voeks and John Rashford

Africanisms in the Gullah Dialect by Lorenzo Dow Turner

Africans and Native Americans: The Language of Race and the Evolution of Red-Black Peoples by Jack Forbes

African Medicine: A Complete Guide to Yoruba Healing Science and African Herbal Remedies by Dr. Tariq M. Sawandi, PhD

Afro-Vegan: Farm-Fresh, African, Caribbean, and Southern Flavors Remixed by Bryant Terry

Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo” by Zora Neale Hurston

Big Mama’s Back in the Kitchen by Charlene Johnson

Big Mama’s Old Black Pot by Ethel Dixon

Black Belief: Folk Beliefs of Blacks in America and West Africa by Henry H. Mitchell

Black Diamonds, Vol. 1 No. 1 and Vol. 1 Nos. 2–3 edited by Edward J. Cabbell

Black Faces, White Spaces: Reimagining the Relationship of African Americans to the Great Outdoors by Carolyn Finney

Black Food Geographies: Race, Self-Reliance, and Food Access in Washington, D.C. by Ashanté M. Reese

Black Indian Slave Narratives edited by Patrick Minges

Black Magic: Religion and the African American Conjuring Tradition by Yvonne P. Chireau

Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry edited by Camille T. Dungy

Blacks in Appalachia edited by William Turner and Edward J. Cabbell

Caribbean Vegan: Meat-Free, Egg-Free, Dairy-Free Authentic Island Cuisine for Every Occasion by Taymer Mason

Dreams of Africa in Alabama: The Slave Ship Clotilda and the Story of the Last Africans Brought to America by Sylviane Diouf

Faith, Health, and Healing in African American Life by Emilie Townes and Stephanie Y. Mitchem

Farming While Black: Soul Fire Farm’s Practical Guide to Liberation on the Land by Leah Penniman

Folk Wisdom and Mother Wit: John Lee – An African American Herbal Healer by John Lee and Arvilla Payne-Jackson

Four Seasons of Mojo: An Herbal Guide to Natural Living by Stephanie Rose Bird

Freedom Farmers: Agricultural Resistance and the Black Freedom Movement by Monica White

Fruits of the Harvest: Recipes to Celebrate Kwanzaa and Other Holidays by Eric Copage

George Washington Carver by Tonya Bolden

George Washington Carver: In His Own Words edited by Gary Kremer

God, Dr. Buzzard, and the Bolito Man: A Saltwater Geechee Talks About Life on Sapelo Island, Georgia by Cornelia Bailey

Gone Home: Race and Roots through Appalachia by Karida Brown

Ethno-Botany of the Black Americans by William Ed Grime

Gullah Cuisine: By Land and by Sea by Charlotte Jenkins and William Baldwin

Gullah Culture in America by Emory Shaw Campbell and Wilbur Cross

Gullah/Geechee: Africa’s Seeds in the Winds of the Diaspora-St. Helena’s Serenity by Queen Quet Marquetta Goodwine

High on the Hog: A Culinary Journey from Africa to America by Jessica Harris and Maya Angelou

Homecoming: The Story of African-American Farmers by Charlene Gilbert

Hoodoo Medicine: Gullah Herbal Remedies by Faith Mitchell

Jambalaya: The Natural Woman’s Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals by Luisah Teish

Just Medicine: A Cure for Racial Inequality in American Health Care by Dayna Bowen Matthew

Leaves of Green: A Handbook of Herbal Remedies by Maude E. Scott

Like a Weaving: References and Resources on Black Appalachians by Edward J. Cabbell

Listen to Me Good: The Story of an Alabama Midwife by Margaret Charles Smith and Linda Janet Holmes

Making Gullah: A History of Sapelo Islanders, Race, and the American Imagination by Melissa Cooper

Mandy’s Favorite Louisiana Recipes by Natalie V. Scott

Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans from Colonial Times to the Present by Harriet Washington

Mojo Workin’: The Old African American Hoodoo System by Katrina Hazzard-Donald

Motherwit: An Alabama Midwife’s Story by Onnie Lee Logan as told to Katherine Clark

My Bag Was Always Packed: The Life and Times of a Virginia Midwife by Claudine Curry Smith and Mildred Hopkins Baker Roberson

My Face Is Black Is True: Callie House and the Struggle for Ex-Slave Reparations by Mary Frances Berry

My Grandmother's Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies by Resmaa Menakem

On Her Own Ground: The Life and Times of Madam C.J. Walker by A'Lelia Bundles

Papa Jim’s Herbal Magic Workbook by Papa Jim

Places for the Spirit: Traditional African American Gardens by Vaughn Sills (Photographer), Hilton Als (Foreword), Lowry Pei (Introduction)

Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome by Dr. Joy DeGruy

Rooted in the Earth: Reclaiming the African American Environmental Heritage by Diane Glave

Rufus Estes’ Good Things to Eat: The First Cookbook by an African-American Chef by Rufus Estes

Secret Doctors: Ethnomedicine of African Americans by Wonda Fontenot

Sex, Sickness, and Slavery: Illness in the Antebellum South by Marli Weiner with Mayzie Hough

Slavery’s Exiles: The Story of the American Maroons by Sylviane Diouf

Soul Food: The Surprising Story of an American Cuisine, One Plate at a Time by Adrian Miller

Spirituality and the Black Helping Tradition in Social Work by Elmer P. Martin Jr. and Joanne Mitchell Martin

Sticks, Stones, Roots & Bones: Hoodoo, Mojo & Conjuring with Herbs by Stephanie Rose Bird

The African-American Heritage Cookbook: Traditional Recipes and Fond Remembrances from Alabama’s Renowned Tuskegee Institute by Carolyn Quick Tillery

The Black Family Reunion Cookbook (Recipes and Food Memories from the National Council of Negro Women) edited by Libby Clark

The Conjure Woman and Other Conjure Tales by Charles Chesnutt

The Home Place: Memoirs of a Colored Man’s Love Affair with Nature by J. Drew Lanham

The Jemima Code: Two Centuries of African American Cookbooks by Toni Tipton-Martin

The President’s Kitchen Cabinet: The Story of the African Americans Who Have Fed Our First Families, from the Washingtons to the Obamas by Adrian Miller

The Taste of Country Cooking: The 30th Anniversary Edition of a Great Classic Southern Cookbook by Edna Lewis

The Tuskegee Syphilis Study: An Insiders’ Account of the Shocking Medical Experiment Conducted by Government Doctors Against African American Men by Fred D. Gray

Trace: Memory, History, Race, and the American Landscape by Lauret E. Savoy

Vegan Soul Kitchen: Fresh, Healthy, and Creative African-American Cuisine by Bryant Terry

Vibration Cooking: Or, The Travel Notes of a Geechee Girl by Vertamae Smart-Grosvenor

Voodoo and Hoodoo: The Craft as Revealed by Traditional Practitioners by Jim Haskins

When Roots Die: Endangered Traditions on the Sea Islands by Patricia Jones-Jackson

Working Conjure: A Guide to Hoodoo Folk Magic by Hoodoo Sen Moise

Working the Roots: Over 400 Years of Traditional African American Healing by Michelle Lee

Wurkn Dem Rootz: Ancestral Hoodoo by Medicine Man

Zora Neale Hurston: Folklore, Memoirs, and Other Writings: Mules and Men, Tell My Horse, Dust Tracks on a Road, Selected Articles by Zora Neale Hurston

The Ways of Herbalism in the African World with Olatokunboh Obasi MSc, RH (webinar via The American Herbalists Guild)

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Greta Garbo (Camille, Anna Karenina, Queen Christina)—Enigmatic and alluring and made me bisexual. The perfect example of the eroticism in silent films that literally transcends text. Could literally not change anything about her expression but you knew by looking at her eyes what she was thinking. She’s so gorgeous.

Lilian Bond (The Old Dark House)—I owe whoever submitted her for the prelims a huge bouquet of roses bc WOW I'm in love?? The prelims grouped all the ladies by decade and the way she stood out against the beauty standards of the 30s immediately caught my eye (and also that unfairly sexy pic good GOD). There's something about her that feels so real, like you could just walk up to her and start chatting away. I wound up watching The Old Dark House for her and was so charmed. She's so fun to watch! Look at her eyes! Her eyebrows! Her Cupids bow! Her legs! She's both sexy and cute, silly and serious, and I find her absolutely enchanting.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Garbo:

A cold-ass Swedish WLW Sphinx. Had plans to murder Hitler that she never got around to. "She will remain always a child of vikings, moved about by a snowy dream."

First of all, she's on the money; that's how much of a treasure she is. She's beautiful in such a distinct way you need very few lines to draw her. (Drawing by Einar Nerman) She managed to be mesmerizing in both silent and sound films. She kissed a woman in Queen Christina (and probably several more in real life). She was super dry and really funny in Ninotchka. She got the hell out of Hollywood and stayed out, living for almost 50 years after her retirement.

Garbo is one of the many reasons why I'm gay. If you haven't seen Queen Christina please do, She is so gender in that film. Also her accent makes it sound like she's always talking in cursive and it's so hypnotic (or at least I think so).

She's a gay introvert, like all of us here on Tumblr.

Mysterious and aloof, charismatic and enigmatic, with beautiful androgynous characteristics, Garbo is undoubtedly the most eccentric and unique Hollywood vintage star. Her aversion to fame and stardom makes her even more desirable to the audience, and her insane chemistry with the camera, an actress one of a kind! Her particularity and her oddity is what discerns her strongly from her hollywood co workers at the time, noone was like her and would never be like her. I think, to the utmost extent, that she deserves the title of the hottest vintage star, even though that would be an understatement of what she is!

SO gorgeous, her thick Swedish accent makes will turn your brain into pudding

Probabaly a lesbian, absolutely a mood when she retired

Bond:

I know you've said you prefer text to pics but I just love this first pic so so much - she just feels so present and I feel like it captures everything I love about her so well.

you guys, she's literally sooooo cute! i had no idea before i saw her acting, but she has this lovely sort of lively, natural energy. she's really just a joy to watch! thanks to the person who submitted her for introducing me to her! ❤️

[koratheweirdo]

a week for a witch 🩷

MONDAY

★associated with: the moon, clairvoyance, femininity, dreaming

★spellwork: healing emotionally, divination, home, travel, fertility

★crystals: moonstone, pearl, selenite

★deities: Selene, Diana, Thoth

★candles: white

★flowers: lotus, lily, jasmine

TUESDAY

★associated with: Mars

★spellwork: protection, banishing, passion, success, self-confidence, matrimony

★crystals: garnet, ruby, bloodstone

★deities: Tyr/Tiwaz, Kali, Aries

★candles: red

★flowers: holly, snapdragon

★actions: be brave, set goals, achieve/aim for victory, work on esteem

WEDNESDAY

★associated with: Mercury, reading/writing/studying, travel, the arts, divination

★spellwork: communication, business, travel, art/creativity, money, luck, wisdom, change

★crystals: lapis lazuli, agate, aventurine, citrine

★deities: Odin, Hermes, Athena

★candles: purple

★plants: fern, lavender, mandrake

THURSDAY

★associated with: Jupiter, storms, water, element, harvesting, leadership, honor

★spellwork: money, career, abundance, luck, healing, contracts/legal work

★crystals: turquoise, aventurine, lapis lazuli

★deities: Thor, Zeus, Juno

★candles: (royal) blue, green

★plants: bay leaf, honeysuckle, cinnamon, oak

FRIDAY

★associated with: Venus

★spellwork: romance, fertility, passion, family, reconciliation, beauty, nature

★crystals: rhodochrosite, garnet, rose quartz

★deities: Freya, Aphrodite, Eros, Lakshmi

★candles: aqua/(light) blue, pink

★flowers: hibiscus, apple blossom, pink rose

★actions: connect with the water element, self care/beauty rituals

SATURDAY

★associated with: Saturn

★spellwork: protection, banishing, cleansing, creativity, manifestation

★crystals: obsidian, hematite, jet, amethyst

★deities: Hecate, Saturn, Hades, Hestia, Bast

★candles: black

★flowers: pansy, thyme, cypress

★actions: drink black tea, cleanse house, personal transformation, self discipline

SUNDAY

★associated with: Sun

★spellwork: success, wealth, abundance, growth, healing/health, creativity

★crystals: carnelian, tigers eye, citrine

★deities: Apollo, Helios, Ra

★candles: yellow

★flowers: orange, sunflower, marigold

★actions: bake with cinnamon, get creative, watch the sunset

[roselyn-writing]

A/N: I wanna talk about my OC; Simone Decrōnt, Her backstory, and info about her 💜🪻. I wanna beat the writer block badly. 🤜🏻 💫

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Name: Simone Decrōnt.

Age: 500 Y.O

Date of birth : 20th February, 730 Y. (Virginian time & year)

Hair: Wavy, Long black hair with purple, fuchsia and magenta chunky highlights.

Eyes: Amethyst (purple)

Birthstone: Amethyst.

Aesthetics: Purple aesthetics, Plum aesthetics, Paris aesthetic, Lilac aesthetics.

Favourite colours: Purple (any shade), White, Vivid pink.

Height: 6’5 (193 cm), even though she is naturally taller, she also wears heels that would make her much more taller than she is (Tall mommy vibes ✨)

Favourite flowers/Roses: Fuchsia flowers, Orchids flowers, purple roses, Orchis simia (monkey orchid). Lilacs, Purple Dahlias, Plum flowers, Allium flowers (purple). Lavender.

Favourite food: Quiche (any type), Beef Bourguignon.

Pastries: Croissants, Macarons, blueberry piee.

Makeup: Purple makeup, Purple lipstick, glitter, purple eyeliner.

Jewelry: Amethyst, and any purple jewellery.

Wardrobe: Mostly purple-themed dresses, clothing, Kimonos, Hanfus, Qiapos, and Marie-Antoinette-themed dresses.

🪻Simone Decrōnt Lore 💜

💜Before Simone was born, A luminous and dazzling violet large moon rose onto the night, illuminating the night for the people with its glamorous violet light.

🪻The people suspected a child of the Amethyst would be born. And it will be the most powerful being in Virginia, if not the realms.

💜The Amethyst is another name for the Celestial called ‘Rajaa’ which means ‘Hope’. Every 500 years she blesses a child to hold enormous power to make a change. Other Virginians know her as ‘The Miracle Wish’.

💜She grants wishes to everyone but if they change for the good first. And everyone is entitled to have one wish only.

💜Simone Decrōnt was born into the Decrōnt house, One of the most prestigious and aristocratic and respected houses in Florenta, West Virginia.

🪻Simone is the Firstborn of Moreilla and H’rien Decrōnt.

💜Simone was born with unusual features, Amethyst eyes, and purple, magenta and fuchsia locks adorned her black hair, while Moreilla has black hair & grey eyes. As for her father, he has heterochromia brown and green eyes and brown hair with a white streak.

🪻The adviser of the Decrōnt house knew that Simone was special, She had a special appearance and type of magic.

💜Simone loves to fence with her sword, The rapier, She turned out to be the best swordswoman in Florenta, and no one managed to beat her.

💜🪻Simone has purple arcane & spiritual magic, She is a potent magic user, The colour of her magic is purple & magenta.

💜Simone eyes glow when she uses her magic.

🪻Simone was titled by the people of Florenta. ‘The Dazzling Swordswoman of Florenta’

🗡️A title she was bestowed when she defeated the legendary Swordsman Count of Monte Cristo aka Edmond Dantès.

💜Her mother, Moreilla Decrōnt, Didn’t like Simone behaving like a man, Fencing, and riding horses, But her father, H’rien Decrōnt managed to convince his wife to let Simone does what she wants.

🪻Simone had a best friend, Her name was Alina Melyn, Simone befriended her when she was bullied by one of the men, Simone luminously defeated him with her dazzling fencing skills. He ran away after this.

💜There was a huge party for King Jean Neidermyer, And everyone in every aristocratic house and royalty, attended that party, including The Decrōnts.

🪻Simone and her family, Moreilla, H’rien, Camille, Chloe, Céline and Alexandre attended King’s party.

💜Simone wore a gorgeous purple dress adorned with gold accents and purple jewels that matched her hair and violet eyes.

🪻Everyone's eyes were on Simone, She was gorgeous, Strong, beautiful, and bold, And she was the center of attention at that party.

💜Upon seeing Simone, King Jean Neidermyer fell in love with her at first sight.

🪻King Jean Neidermyer decided to make his move on her after he introduced himself to her. And she wasn’t interested in him. She ignored him and left for a quieter place in the ballroom.

💜King Jean Neidermyer was frustrated by her. But he decided to calm himself to hold his image in front of the Aristocrats and Royalty, But he couldn’t stop thinking of Simone. He loved her madly.

🪻The king is older than Simone by 13 Years, Simone was 18 and he was 31.

💜Simone fell in love with a lumberjack named George, She often sneaked outside by the farm to go to his village and meet him.

🪻Simone loved George and his family and in return, they loved her too. Despite Simone being a royal and him being a commoner.

💜After months, Simone discovered she was pregnant and she freaked out, but since it is George’s child, She calmed down and vowed to be a good mother to the child.

🪻The king discovered Simone's affair with a commoner man named George, He was angry and he decided to make Simone his.

💜Simone’s Mother, Moreilla knew her daughter was pregnant and she supported her because she loves her daughter no matter what.

🪻She helped Simone during her pregnancy and she asked Sire Aham to help them with this matter, Sire Aham immediately agreed.

💜Sire Aham managed to make King Jean Neidermyer stop bothering Simone.

🪻When Simone gave birth to a healthy baby girl. She wanted to name her Coraline but she couldn’t because King Jean Neidermyer ambushed their House.

💜Her Mother managed to make Simone and her assistant, Merlin escape, While She and her family stayed to fight King Jean Neidermyer and his warriors.

🪻Simone was carrying her daughter while running to the carriage, Merlin was behind her to protect her.

💜Simone and Merlin entered the carriage and the driver immediately drove away.

“Drive us as far as possible!” Simone ordered with urgency.

“Yes, M’lady.” The driver responded.

💜Unfortunately, There were 10 warriors and they stopped the carriage, But Simone and Merlin finished them all.

“Lady Simone!” Merlin began. “We can escape now!”

“We cannot,” Simone uttered desperately.

🪻Simone ran to a big magical willow tree that had a large tree hollow, She gently placed her daughter in there, She took out her family heirloom which was a golden necklace with of dahlia flower logo on it, and draped it around her daughter’s small neck.

“I’m so sorry... Coraline.” Simone sobbed uncontrollably. “I cannot be with you… and I’m really sorry because I cannot watch you grow.” Simone wiped the stubborn tears.

🌲The willow magical tree started to work its magic by closing the hollow, Which Simone’s daughter was inside, Simone wasn’t scared or anything she knew her daughter was safe and the tree teleported her Somewhere safe.

She heard the footsteps of King Jean Neidermyer’s warriors.

The warriors came to Simone. “Come with us! Now!” One of them barked at Simone.

💜Simone looked him in the eye as she pulled her Rapier sword. “Make me,” She coldly shot back.

💜Simone immediately charged at them. She sliced them and diced them like a chain-saw machine. One of the warriors managed to hit her with his axe but she took him down with her.

The scene was bloody, with Mutilated corpses everywhere. Blood everywhere.

🪻Simone managed to take one final glance at the magical tree that teleported her daughter, She smiled as she drifted to an empty abyss that called her to rest. After that, Orchid monkey ‘Orchis simia’ started to grow and circled Simone’s body and the place near it.

“Such a dark fate for Simone Decrōnt.” A voice uttered. As its owner came and towered at Simone’s fallen body. The clothed figure, That unknown person healed Simone with magic and induced her with a sleeping curse, Then teleported her body into a coffin in dark unknown place where her body became her tomb and she dreamed with nothing but her own misery and regrets.

💜Simone’s family went looking for her immediately, Merlin managed to survive the bloody fight and went to ask for help. When they arrived to the place, They only saw the corpses of King Jean Neidermyer’s warriors, Simone is nowhere to be found, Just like she vanished out of thin air.

💜Her family kept looking for her for decades. They even lit purple candles in hope of finding their lost daughter, Simone.

💜Simone’s soul travelled to a world called the netherworld. A dark place where the victims’ souls of the sleeping curse are there.

When people fall under a sleeping curse, their souls travel to a Netherworld, where they reside until awoken. This world is between life and death, However, Even when the curse is broken, sometimes, in sleep, the victims find their way back to that world.

There is a vast, dark world known as the Netherworld, one with a glassy-like floor and a fiery atmosphere dominated by a huge black monster which roams and feeds on the misery of the sleeping curse victims and the blood of the innocent.

Simone slept for 500 years, And one day, Hadi Aepel managed to save her, By killing that nightmarish beast, Thus, He awoken Simone and the other victims from their sleeping curse.

Simone’s Powers/Abilities:

💜Purple arcane magic.

💜Energy Blasts: She can create and shoot powerful energy blasts from her hands.

💜Life-Force/Chakra creation, manipulation and absorption.

💜Spell-casting of various types of magic, arcane magic and mysticism.

💜Teleportation spells.

💜 Force-field Generation.

💜 Immortality.

💜Peak Human Strength/Supernatural.

💜 Shield construction.

💜Psychometry. (Ability to perceive the residual information of an object or a person)

💜 Magic objects.

💜Energy Generation.

💜Platform Creation (User can create platforms, stairs, etc, that can levitate or fly with.)

💜Aura reading.

💜Essence reading.

💜Aging immunity.

💜 Energy-Beam Generation.

💜Explosion inducement.

💜Pain inducement.

💜 Fear inducement.

💜 Magic Wall Generation.

💜Energy Drain.

💜 Magic Drain.

💜Astral projection.

💜Absorption.

💜 Sleep inducement.

💜 Purple Fire Blasts.

💜 Purple Fire Generation.

Elemental magic.

💜Quitessence

💜Purple-fire.

💜Portal creation.

Psionic Abilities

💜Telepathic abilities; mind-reading

💜 Dowsing.

💜Telkinetic and levitation.

💜Clairvoyance.

Natural Abilities

💜High intuition.

💜 Expert swordmanship.

💜 intelligence.

💜 agility.

🪻Inspired By💜

Gwen tennyson, Charmcaster from ben 10 series, Raven Queen from Ever After High. And lastly, Claudia from the dragon prince.

Gifs to explain Simone Decrōnt Powers: (found them in pinterest).

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sirius smut in kelp au, the only ideas that come to mind are either fighting for treasure or mermaid au

okay no but pirate!sirius is a whole different genre then pirate!remus. pirate!remus is soft and damaged, where as pirate!sirius is a lot more just like a classic cocky pirate. he's greedy, he's filthy, we love him.

i imagine he probably climbed the ranks extremely quickly (not that pirate!remus wouldn't become a captain, he just prefers to lie low, blend in). maybe seduced his way to the top, who knows...

he would honestly be amazing to write a dark fic about, but if we're going lighter, I imagine you meet him when he comes into dry land to spend some of his gold. booze, sex and gamble because what else would he need?

you hadn't been working at the brothel that long, and when he walked in, with that sea legged swagger and that heavy coin purse, he quickly had the whole establishment wrapped around his ring-clad finger...

they lined you all up along the staircase and offered him the best of the best! Camille from France who was renowned for her skilled tongue, Violet for if you wanted someone flexible, and even little Clara who still had her maidenhood intact. but no, as soon as he laid his eyes on you he knew, he had to have you.

and had you he did... he was rough, selfish and eager to feel the warmth of a woman once again. though when he had finished (probably rather quickly), exploded his pent-up load all over your tits, his demeanour seemed to melt away and he became an entirely different person.

he talked, genuinely got to know you and told you in exchange about all the crazy adventures he had experienced. he was a natural storyteller. who wouldn't become infatuated with a man like that?

at first, he just weaved his fingers with yours as the two of you spoke, then wandering fingers turned into intimate cuddles, where you occasionally shared small pecks, distracting him from his tale. eventually, the story was dropped and the soft kisses wandered further down your body.

it felt like he didn't come up for air till the sun rose, determinedly keeping his head fixed between your thighs, eating you out till you nearly passed out (or maybe you did 👀).

he spent every second he had with you in that little bordello room until his time on land ran out. kissing you longingly and promising that he would be back, that he one day he'd take you away from that place and give you a better life...

[forest-enchantress]

Hi,

I make period drama style gifs. If you use gif packs, please like and reblog them. Most of my projects are already ready, but every day I post no more than 190 gifs. Because that was the reason why my previous account was blocked.

I tried to make gif packs in a format more familiar to you with a link to a separate page. However, unfortunately, I did not succeed because of the large format of high-quality gifs.

I want to explain about color processing. Usually, I improve the contrast, brightness and saturation, but leave the naturalness of the film. I don't make the contours too sharp because I like the aesthetic of it looking like a natural image.

Actors in alphabetical order: part 1(A-D), part 2, part 3

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Anne Hathaway Anya Taylor-Joy Asia Argento Astrid Berges-Frisbey Boran Kuzum Camille Rutherford

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Carla Juri César Domboy Cate Blanchett Charity Wakefield Charlie Rowe Chiara Mastroianni Christian Bale Christoph Waltz Ethan Erickson

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Dagmara Dominczyk Dan Stevens Ella Purnell Emily Blunt Ezra Miller Raffey Cassidy Rebecca Emilie Sattrup Rose Byrne Roxane Duran

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Frances O'Connor Gemma Arterton Hannah Taylor-Gordon Hattie Morahan Hugh Dancy Isabelle Adjani

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Izzy Meikle-Small James Norton Jane Birkin Joanne Whalley Lucy Boynton Jim Caviezel Monica Keena Nicolas Duvauchelle Sally Hawkins

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Adriana Tarábková Dakota Fanning Elle Fanning Gaia Weiss Gwyneth Paltrow Kirsten Dunst Léa Seydoux Pia Degermark Roxane Mesquida Rosamund Pike Samantha Gates Sophia Myles

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Annabelle Wallis Austin Butler Carey Mulligan Guy Pearce James Frain Katie Parker Kate Siegel Olivia Cooke Rachel Hurd-Wood Soko Sujaya Dasgupta Tom Cruise

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Adèle Exarchopoulos Anna Maxwell Martin Charles Dance Emma Williams Gillian Anderson Imogen Poots Natalie Press

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Anna Friel Catherine Mouchet Déborah François Dominic West Frédéric Noaille Joséphine Japy Kevin Kline María Valverde Paz Vega

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Ben Whishaw Clémence Poésy Elliot Grihault Emilia Fox Joseph Morgan Lambert Wilson Michelle Dockery Phoebe Fox Sophie Okonedo Tom Hiddleston Tom Hughes Tom Sturridge

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Calista Flockhart Charlotte Gainsbourg Christina Giannelli David Strathairn Felicity Jones Fu'ad Aït Aattou Greta Scacchi Helena Bonham Carter Holliday Grainger Michelle Pfeiffer Rupert Friend Sophie Marceau

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Angela Bassett Brooke Carter Cillian Murphy Danylo Kolomiiets Katie McGrath Keeley Hawes Maria Bonnevie Marta Gastini Miriam Giovanelli Olivia Hussey Oscar Isaac Peter Plaugborg

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Ben Barnes Ben Chaplin Bill Skarsgård Iben Akerlie Jakob Oftebro Jo Woodcock Lily-Rose Depp Reese Witherspoon Ruth Wilson Samantha Soule Tess Frazer Virginie Ledoyen

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Cary Elwes Colin Firth Daniel Day-Lewis Emilia Verginelli Hannah James Jonah Hauer-King Loli Bahia Lorenzo Balducci Rebecca Hall Robin Wright Rupert Everett Willa Fitzgerald

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To do list:

Christopher Gorham under development (The Other Side of Heaven 2001) Harry Melling - The Pale Blue Eye 2022

✦Francesca Annis

Wives and Daughters 1999 — under development

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[lady-hibiscus]

top 100 songs (not in order)

judge me for my taste and i will invert your ribcage <3

reign (derivakat)

poison (hazbin hotel)

use me up (paranoid dj)

forever (babymonster)

you should see me in a crown (billie eilish)

notre dame (paris paloma)

revived (derivakat)

jealousy jealousy (olivia rodrigo)

listen before i go (billie eilish)

that girl (emei)

eyes on me (paranoid dj)

everything i wanted (billie eilish)

everybody wants to rule the world (lorde)

deja vu (olivia rodrigo)

if i killed someone for you (alec benjamin)

o.o (nmixx)

ddu-du-ddu-du (blackpink)

kill this love (blackpink)

lily (alan walker)

shut down (blackpink)

cry for me (twice)

blood // water (grandson)

god must hate me (catie turner)

money (lisa)

solo (jennie)

on the ground (rosé)

autotheist (baby bugs)

jesus, jesus (noah gundersen)

lacy (olivia rodrigo)

are you satisfied? (marina)

dopamine (madelline)

wonderland (alexa)

drivers license (olivia rodrigo)

making the bed (olivia rodrigo)

force of nature (melina kb)

allergy (gidle)

run away (ryujin)

lunch (billie eilish)

belladonna (ava max)

drunk-dazed (enhypen)

mad hatter (melanie martinez)

villain (stella jang)

all the good girls go to hell (billie eilish)

dream (babymonster)

bad guy (billie eilish)

therefore i am (billie eilish)

villain dies (gidle)

doll (gidle)

revenge (gidle)

people i don't like (upsahl)

born to rule (transviolet)

badvillain (badvillain)

danse macabre in g minor, op. 40 (camille saint-saens)

dead girl in the pool (girl in red)

viva la vida (coldplay)

enemy (imagine dragons, jid)

centuries (fall out boy)

hells coming with me (poor man's poison)

empires - english ver (wengie, minnie)

runaway (aurora)

emberfire (hoyoverse)

as the world caves in - cover (sarah cothran)

bubblegum bitch (marina)

fashion (britney manson)

7 rings (ariana grande)

what the world needs (tiffany trateu)

super graphic ultra modern girl (chappell roan)

pretty little psycho (theexorcist)

baddie (ive)

love bites - demo (ive)

radio silence (rosetv, astrsk*)

klown bitch (helluva boss)

the ringleader (paranoid dj)

my bag (gidle)

so hot - remix (blackpink)

if you seek amy (britney spears)

monsters - intro (babymonster)

magnetic (illit)

i want that (gidle)

eyes roll (gidle)

blow (kesha)

cotton candy (helluva boss)

all eyes on me (jisoo)

i'm an albatroz (aronchupa, little sis nora)

kitsch (ive)

bad romance (lady gaga)

applause (lady gaga)

wannabe - english ver (itzy)

not shy - english ver (itzy)

blah blah blah (itzy)

icy - english ver (itzy)

loco - english ver (itzy)

boys like you (itzy)

rat (penelope scott)

knock (lee chayeon)

run for roses (nmixx)

sugar rush (bibi)

vengeance (bibi)

woke up (xg)

jikjin (treasure)

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Question Of The Day:

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - Chapter Two.

I am absolutely thrilled with how well received this was, so decided to treat you all to another update, because I’m kind like that! :)

Previous chapters - One

Words - 3,093

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

The vibe on Friday night was completely different to when he’d visited The Luna Lounge on a quiet Tuesday, EZ entering the establishment to find it absolutely packed out. He expected no less; the music louder, the air thicker with testosterone, although, he noted, there were quite a few groups of women in attendance, the pounding roar of You Could be Mine by Guns N’ Roses blasting through the club as the girls on stage gyrated to the beat.  

He ordered a beer, thanking the bartender before strolling around, his eyes locking upon Camille, his heart flipping as soon as he saw her invert on the pole and slowly slide down, caressing her neck with her neon blue fishnet gloved hands, her underwear matching, the small crowd before her going wild, bills flung in her direction, as naturally they would be.  

He slowed, pausing for a second, making sure she saw him before he kept right on walking, heading to the end, where Raven danced like an amped up hellion, standing right in front of her. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Camille had noticed, her eyes flitting over to him, wondering why he’d blown her off in favour of another. And boy, it pissed her off.  

Ever since Tuesday, she’d found herself thinking about him, the guy who she’d danced for, and perhaps enjoyed more than she should have. She knew how to have that professional veneer up, even when her clientele was attractive, she had to hold back, not let the lines blur, but as she’d gyrated against him and watched his eyes burn gold as he came, something had been stirred within her, a switch turned on, a flame lit. She was heavily attracted to him, she had to admit.  

There was something there, and she knew it. She knew he knew it, too, yet there he was right in front of Raven, and not her. This did not sit well. Suddenly, Camille questioned whether or not there’d be a connection there at all, for him to return to her workplace and not immediately seek her out. If she had been less mildly irritated by it, she might have cottoned on to the game he was playing with her.  

EZ could tell with each little glance he offered in her direction that she was negatively affected by his tactics, smirking to himself as he turned his attentions back to Raven, smiling widely at her when she leaned down to pick up her money, sliding a ten into the top of her bra. She blew him a little kiss, continuing to gyrate for him, her curtain of silky, black hair swaying as she moved to the beat, EZ thinking how eclectic the DJ was to follow GnR with Rick Ross.  

Camille wasn’t stupid, and by that time she’d sussed his game. Why would he have one eye perpetually on her rather than both focusing on the girl in front of him if he didn’t want to provoke some kind of reaction? She slipped a few times, throwing a dark look in his direction, not appreciating someone playing her like that, but otherwise didn’t react.  

She was a tougher nut to crack than EZ had first anticipated. He wouldn’t budge, though. He was much too used to having women fawning over him, his status as El Presidente meaning that he truly did have the pick of whoever he wanted. Camille was no hanger on, though. She was someone who, although regretful over her decision not to go and enjoy the tall, handsome biker, took a little more effort to bed. Especially in the wake of the behaviour she witnessed that night.  

Before long, she was exiting the stage, going back to change into a little white lace dress, her neon blue underwear showing through, just as she wanted it to, taking a tour of the tables, schmoozing the guests, flirting up a storm in order to secure the lucrative commodity that was the private dance. She secured one with a college kid, the young guy twenty-one if a day, and a little startled looking, knowing she’d have to be gentle with him. She was perceptive enough to know what would work best in way of tease with her clientele.  

For this guy, she perhaps wouldn't grind against him quite as fiercely as she had the big, leather clad dude whose eyes she could feel upon her as she led her customer into the private room, but who was nowhere to be seen when she emerged a while later. She shrugged it off, continuing her tour of the club floor, securing another two dances. It was a profitable night, all thoughts of the dark-haired man who had attempted to play her leaving her mind.  

That was, until he returned the following night, Camille working the floor when she saw him enter the club, giving her a little glance before heading right for the stage, embarking on exactly the same routine again and seeking to show his attention to another. This time, he chose Kellie, a girl whom Camille absolutely couldn’t stand, bitchy gossip that she was. She had few friends within The Luna Lounge, Mai and Tallulah being the sole two girls she got on well with, friends outside of work as well. Sadly, their shift patterns meant they often didn’t work at the same time.  

Tallulah, or Lu for short was on that night, though, Camille replacing her on stage after an unsuccessful tour of the floor for private dances, the girls exchanging a little cheek kiss as they passed.  

“It’s tough out there tonight, babe,” Camille told her friend, Tallulah widening her eyes a little bit.  

“Yeah, they need more alcohol in ‘em, loosen those wallets a little!” She snickered softly with laughter, climbing up to the stage, passing Kellie by and taking a glance at the gorgeous Latino man she was dancing for. He didn’t even look at her. She would bend to him this time, he knew she would, watching her as she began to dance, her eyes flitting over to him every so often, checking to see if he was watching her. Of course, he wasn’t.  

“That’s right, babe. You work for it.” he thought, smirking to himself. He wasn’t about to give it, though, and in his arrogance, he thought Camille’s display was mainly for his benefit. It wasn’t.  

Well, maybe a tiny bit. A girl had money to earn, though. Where the man she desired so heavily was concerned, she was determined not to break, almost as much as he was adamant that he wouldn’t make the first move on her. She would come to him. As it turned out, though, an external force acted upon the latter, spurring him toward her, but not because of anything relating to his attraction to her.  

Keeping his focus on Kellie, he heard the commotion before turning his head, seeing a guy reaching up to make a grab for Camille’s legs, attempting to yank her onto his lap but only succeeding in sending her off her seven-inch heels and onto her butt. He could have left it to the bouncer, but instinct kicked in, EZ crossing the ten-foot gap faster than the security and hauling the man back by his collar.  

“She isn’t yours to fucking grab at, bro! What’s wrong with you?” he yelled at him, the bouncer giving him an appreciative nod before swiftly taking over, hauling the man from his grasp and out of the club. He then turned to Camille. “Are you alright?”  

She winced, trying to arrange herself in a less mortifying position, her right butt cheek feeling both numb and on fire with pain. “Yeah, yeah I guess.”

She was attempting to play it down, he understood that. “Can I do anything?”

“Help me down?” He nodded, reaching under her legs and wrapping an arm around her back, lifting her off the stage. He noticed a distinct lack of care from her fellow dancers, the bouncer jogging back over to make sure she was alright, though.  

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thanks, Samuel,” she reassured him, sighing, not looking forward to the likely huge bruise she’d have to cover in body makeup in order to keep looking pristine while she worked.  

“Cool. I’ll go and tell Martin what happened.” He exchanged another nod with EZ before leaving to head up to the owner, Martin Yorke’s office and inform him of the incident.  

Turning to him, Camille smiled, leaning to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” Wanting to move away from where she was being stared at, she began to limp around to the seating section, kicking her shoes off on the way, EZ following. “I appreciate you for doing so, though.”

He frowned slightly, taking a seat beside her. “You’re welcome. Women shouldn’t be grabbed at like they’re property.”

She shrugged, dropping her chin a little. “I’m used to it.”  

Lowering his head, he caught her eye, frowning. “You shouldn’t have to be, Camille.”

Immediately, she sat up a little straighter. “How do you know my name?”

“I know a lot of things.” He paused for a second, studying her face, feeling himself pulled in by her all over again. “Including that you shouldn’t put up with that bullshit.”

Her eyebrows fluttered a little, Camille touching her tongue against her top lip momentarily. “But yours is okay, right?”  

He felt a little affronted, not expecting her to be the type to call him out on it. Perhaps she wasn’t quite as meek as he’d thought. He recovered well, though. “I didn’t try to yank you off a stage.”

“No,” she began, cocking her head to the side, “but you did expect me to go home with you on Tuesday, and then came back here yesterday with the express purpose of ignoring me in favour of Raven because I refused. And then the same tonight, but with Kellie”  

“Is that bullshit, really?”  

“Some might say so.”

He snorted softly. “All I want to do is take you home and give you a damned good time. Is that really such an inconceivable idea, that two adults who find each other attractive actually admit to that and go and do something about it?”  

Direct, to the point. No dancing around it, as it were. Before she could answer, though, they were joined by her boss.  

“Camille, you okay, hon?” Martin asked, his eyes flitting between her and EZ a couple of times, a small frown denting his forehead.  

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just sore and a little shaken,” she confessed with a small shrug, Martin nodding. As strip club bosses went, Martin was a pretty good guy. He wasn’t a pervert, he wasn’t unfair, and he absolutely did not tolerate any of his employees being disrespected. The guy who had grabbed her would never be allowed back within The Luna Lounge. It was a small consolation for the fact that if they reported the guy in question for assault, usually nothing was done about it. Martin had been in the game for long enough to know that girls working under the banner of sex worker were not offered much respect from the authorities, if any at all.  

“Take the rest of the night off, go rest and I’ll see you Tuesday. Here, take your fee back, too.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two fifties, handing them to her. Each girl had to pay a fee to the club of a hundred dollars a night to dance, and a percentage of what they earned from private dances. Stage earnings were not cut into. With that, he left them to it, EZ immediately turning back to face her.  

“So, that admitting?”  

She had to admire his tenacity, laughing softly, shaking her head. With the rest of the night off, and the tension between them doing nothing but mounting deliciously, she considered this the universe giving her the chance for a do over. She’d ended up regretting not going home with him before. Why do so twice?  

He was right. They were adults, they were attracted to one another, so why not do something about it? The chivalrous nature of him coming to her rescue in the wake of her being mauled had, in her mind, cancelled out the bullshit, his need to make her jealous. Besides, him doing that in the first place, was it really bullshit? Or creatively trying to get her attention?  

Either way, her mind was made up. “Do you want to come back to my place?”

The way his face lit up as the smile spread across it, oh! He was so hot. “Yeah, I do.”  

“Give me five minutes to go collect my stuff, and I’ll meet you outside.” Getting up, she was a little easier on her feet, only a slight limp to her otherwise feline glide, EZ standing and heading towards the doors, pulling his cell out as he approached his bike, leaning back against it while making a necessary call.  

“Hey Gus, you alright? Bouncer didn’t rough you up too much, did he?”  

“Nah, just threw me on my ass, bro,” Gus grumbled, lighting a cigarette. “You nearly fucking choked me out when you grabbed my collar, though!”

EZ laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that. Thanks, though. See you around.”  

Gus grinned as he ended the call. He had absolutely no idea why the president of the Santo Padre charter of the Mayans had wanted him to grab onto that specific girl, and he hadn’t asked either. He knew though, as a street hustler, if men in greater seats of power wanted a favour and were prepared to pay well, it was always better to take the cash and keep them happy.  

True, EZ likely could have simply used his own charm to get Camille into bed with him, but he sensed it would take considerably longer than he would have liked, so he cut a few corners. Also, he wasn’t prepared to bend to her either. His ego didn’t allow for it.  

What little good was left within him did feel a tiny slither of regret that she’d ended up hurt, but bruises were minor. And he’d make sure he gave her such a good time, she’d forget all about it. Most, if not all women forgot their troubles when they had him between their legs.  

His attention was diverted away from reading a message from his father when Camille exited the club, looking considerably more casual than he’d expected. Blue skinny jeans, a pair of tan Ugg boots, and a grey t shirt that sloped off of one shoulder. Even dressed down, she was still exquisite, though.  

“My place is fifteen minutes away; the red Mustang is mine. Try to keep up.” Her little eyebrow raise made him snort laughing despite his resolve, turning to look at the car she’d just clicked her key fob in the direction of.  

“Nice ride,” he commented.

“Oh yes. I am.” She was funny, he liked that, once again laughing. “What’s your name, by the way? I feel like I should know that already.”  

“EZ. Short for Ezekiel.”

She nodded, hitching her bag up onto her shoulder a little higher. “I’ll see you back at my place then, EZ.” She leaned in, making like she was going to kiss him, only to move away again, her fingernail trailing his neck. It was an action that had anticipation fizzing through him. Camille knew exactly what she was doing, even though she had no idea the extent of the games he was playing against her in engineering all of this.  

Throwing her bag in the trunk, she got into her car, grumbling a little when her butt stung in pain. Damn that fucking guy, but at least she’d landed on something fleshy, rather than her hip or side. “Oh well. You’re about to have your mind taken off it nicely.” she muttered to herself as she started the engine, four hundred and fifty horses ready and primed to charge beneath the hood, the V8 engine roaring as she pulled out from her place and shot across the parking lot.  

She’d always said that once she earned a decent living, she’d buy herself the car to reflect such. Between her day job, stripping and her Onlyfans modelling page, she earned decently enough to afford something nice, as well as a house in one of the better areas of Santo Padre. She wasn’t made of money, the nature of her work not always reliable and meaning some months were a scrape to make the mortgage and car repayments, but she was comfortable enough.  

Camille had only ever seen stripping as a way to see herself through college, until she’d qualified as a beautician, but having gotten used to the money, she had now set herself another goal which the meagre salary of a beauty therapist wasn’t enough to accomplish. She was saving to be able to open her own salon, hopefully followed by a chain.  

At twenty five, she had hoped to be there already, but previous debts on a home she’d shared with her ex, a home he’d absconded from and left her with a tonne on rent arrears around her neck had somewhat cut into her finances over the past five years, hence even more reason to continue stripping as well as working at a salon during the day. She was often tired, but she had what she needed, financial independence.  

Camille Smith would never again rely on a man for anything, even his share of the rent, hence why as soon as she was financially able, she’d bought the simple, modest home she pulled up to exactly seventeen minutes after leaving The Luna Lounge, a large Harley pulling onto the drive behind her car seconds later.  

She thought she was free of the bad men of her past, but as she walked up the drive, she had no idea how truly dark to the core the one walking behind her was. When his lips began to press kisses against the bare flesh of her shoulder as she opened her front door, darkness was the furthest thing she felt from him.

When he turned her around and brought his mouth to hers, all Camille experienced was fire, kicking the door shut before bouncing up into his strong arms, the inferno between them raging, as they knew it would as soon as they gave in.  

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Obscure: Chapter 18

Chapter 18 of Obscure, novel-length interrogation whump about a rebel leader who can erase memories with a thought, an interrogator who can see inside his subjects’ minds… and the connection they share that neither of them suspects.

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Kirill

The pine scent of the woods tickled Kirill’s nose. It smelled thick and almost spicy. Not like the stuff they sprayed out of a can in front of the Christmas shops every year in the malls. The trees stretched out dizzyingly high, seeming to converge to a single point at the top, far above Kirill’s head. Faint splotches of blue sky shone through the shadowy fuzz of the pine needles, which were so green they were almost black.

The needles only grew near the tops of the trees. It was like the trees had abandoned the older branches at the bottom, leaving them to die as the trees stretched ever higher, chasing the newer branches and pinning all their hopes on them. Kirill had never noticed that before. But then, he had never spent much time in the woods. His childhood had been all marshlands and meadows. He knew that now.

One of his girlfriends had been a hiker. Sandy, Shelley… he couldn’t remember her name now. Something that had some piece of nature in it. They had hiked every weekend, her patiently slowing her pace for his unpracticed legs. The woods hadn’t smelled oppressively spicy to him then, and the shadows hadn’t seemed so dark. The shade had been romantic as he pressed her against a tree to steal a kiss. The smell had felt like the headiness of new love. Because that was what love was—the happiness of becoming the embodiment of someone else’s secret dreams. A mirror of themselves. He had mirrored her until it hurt, and the pain had felt good.

There was nothing romantic about the woods today. It didn’t feel like pleasant dizziness and stolen kisses. It didn’t feel like home, either. Of course it didn’t. What had he expected?

He had been walking for two hours. Long enough for his absence at headquarters to be noticed. Two hours was long enough to get hopelessly lost. Long enough for someone to send the forest rangers after him if he didn’t come home. Not that anyone would know where to look for him. Camille would certainly never suspect that he had gone hiking. Like her, he liked his creature comforts too much.

He had followed the trail, or he thought he had. It wasn’t like the wide trails he had hiked with Sandy-or-Shelley, packed flat by dozens of weekend warriors and marked with reassuring colored triangles painted on the trees. This trail was a nearly imperceptible parting of the underbrush, a squiggly line of dirt painted through the fallen leaves by a slim brush wielded with a cautious hand.

Half the time, he hadn’t known whether he was following a trail he could see in front of him, or the map he had plucked from Elias’s memory. Either one could have led him wrong at any time over the past two hours. Maybe he had made a wrong turn in the first five minutes, and had spent the rest of the time following deer trails and phantoms.

Maybe he should give up and turn around in the hope of making it out of the woods by sundown. Assuming he could find his way back.

But as he turned, the smell of smoke caught his nose. He lifted his head and took a long sniff. He turned back around, toward the smell, toward the squiggling trail—or what he thought he was the trail. He kept walking.

The ground ahead of him swelled upward in a rise too mild to be a hill. The trail circled around to the right. And on the other side lay a cluster of cabins. He had seen these cabins in Elias’s memory. Only the details were different—a window broken and boarded up, laundry hanging on a line. Smoke rose from a chimney, even though it was too warm for a fire. Someone was cooking, maybe. There was no way they got electricity out here.

As he had the thought, the answer came to him from Elias’s memory, now his own—a wordless affirmation. Yes, they lived without electricity out here, aside from a single generator for emergencies. The answer came to him as swiftly and surely as if he had been here before. Would Elias’s memories always be so deep a part of him? Would he never be rid of them?

If only he could be rid of his own.

He took another deep breath, sucking in the mingled scents of pine and wood smoke. He closed his eyes. It still didn’t smell like home, unless he thought about the last time he had seen his home, when it had burned.

He didn’t know why he had thought it would.

Why had he come out here? He should have been back at headquarters, triumphantly striding into Ramachandra’s office with a thick folder full of everything Elias had given him. His proof of where his loyalties lay. Disappearing now, before passing on the information, would be one more suspicious mark on his record.

He had just wanted to see it first.

From the brief glimpse in Elias’s memory, he had imagined a place much like his own home. Even before he had regained the full memory of his childhood, the image had twanged some discordant string deep within him, prodded a bruise better left untouched. But now that he was here, he could see that he had been wrong.

It wasn’t just the sense of claustrophobia the tall and thick trees created, so different from the meadow that had stretched all the way to the end of the sky. There was no one outside. There were no voices calling out between houses, full of laughter or good-natured complaints. The sense of expansive joy, of family, had hung in the air back home, as thick as the smell of smoke was now. He had never known it was there until he had endured its absence.

These cabins sat like they had their knees pulled up to their chests and their arms wrapped around themselves. The whole place felt closed-off and tense, expecting the worst.

And it smelled like smoke. Like death.

Why had he expected something different? Because Elias had created it? He already knew from what Elias had told him that this place was nothing like his home. This was a temporary waystation only, even if temporary here was measured in years instead of days or weeks. When anyone left this place, their memories of it were obscured. It was safer that way.

Kirill had asked him, near the end, why he had never tried to recreate the place where they had grown up. Only he hadn’t worded it that way—Ramachandra would read the transcript, after all.

Elias had looked at him with dark and solemn eyes that reminded Kirill of Sammy, the father echoing the son this time instead of the other way around. All safe havens are temporary, he had said. It hurts less when you acknowledge that from the beginning.

This was no safe haven. Very soon, the people in those cabins would find that out. Whoever had lit that fire. Whoever had hung that laundry.

Kirill had no business being here.

He had a home. His home was headquarters. If he was so desperate for a place to belong, all he had to do was go to Ramachandra and tell her he was ready to give up his silly reluctance to take assignments involving Enhanced prisoners.

A door creaked open. Kirill jumped. He ducked quickly behind a thick pine tree. Pine sap smeared down the sleeve of his black suit jacket. It lay there like a slug’s trail, gleaming in the scanty light. He knew from his hikes with Sandy-or-Shelley that it would be nearly impossible to get out.

He peered around the trunk of the tree. A little boy spilled messily out from the door in a headlong run. Another boy followed, taller, slower, his steps more cautious.

One of the boys had dark, dark hair and dark, dark eyes. The other’s hair was white-blond, his eyes as pale as clear water. Then Kirill looked again, and both boys had ordinary light-brown hair. They were as similar as brothers. He wasn’t close enough to see their eyes.

The boys ran across the small clearing to another cabin. The quick-limbed one banged on the door; the taller one hung back. The door opened, and a round-cheeked woman with gray in her blond curls smiled down at them.

That string twanged again in that dark place inside Kirill, too deep for him to reach.

He didn’t hear what the woman said to the boys. Her smile was enough. That smile spoke of family, a family too big to be contained by a single house’s walls.

The smaller, quicker boy handed her something. Some kind of contraption built of sticks and leaves, about the size of his palm. The woman nodded and held it out in her upturned hand. She focused on it with unblinking eyes, and it sailed into the air. The leaves, transformed to wings, flapped slowly up and down.

The smaller boy clapped and cheered, but not like he was witnessing something out of the ordinary. This was simple childish happiness at witnessing a wonder so ordinary to him that he didn’t know he should be awed. The taller boy watched with a small, shy smile.

Then the taller boy jerked slightly, like he had heard a noise. His smile faded. A furrow appeared between his eyes. He glanced over his shoulder.

Straight toward the tree where Kirill was hiding.

Kirill froze. He held his breath. He did his best to still his thoughts, falling back into one of the old exercises from his training. The exercise had been meant as a challenge for the telepaths, forcing them to find a way around the rudimentary barriers in their classmates’ brains.

When Kirill looked again, the boy had turned back to the contraption, which now sailed through the air in lazy circles. But he wasn’t smiling anymore.

Kirill needed to get out of here. Before the boy or anyone else read his mind, and saw who he was and who he worked for. As quietly as he could, he turned and padded through the soft, half-rotten leaves. He didn’t allow himself another look.

He moved as quickly as he could without risking noise. His limbs were filled with a fierce, panicked energy—the sudden impulse to get as far away from this place as possible.

He didn’t belong here.

He had never even wanted to spend time with the other Enhanced in PERI. When his training had concluded, he had gratefully left the false pretense of community behind. He wasn’t like them. They shared no invisible bond. They had a genetic glitch in common, that was all.

It didn’t mean he owed them his loyalty. It didn’t make them family. He had no family.

As far as he had known then, she never had. The crayon silhouettes in his memory didn’t count.

But Elias had ripped the peace of amnesia from him. The cluster of cabins behind him wasn’t home, but it was the closest thing he had seen since his home had burned. Closer, certainly, than the false bonds of training—hardship and hard work substituting for friendship, even as competition drove intentional wedges between them.

When he looked at those cabins, he saw those two little boys… he remembered.

He had done far too much remembering already.

He was ready to forget.

He stumbled along the trail without seeing it. Somehow, his feet never veered far from the skinny squiggle of a path. The map from Elias’s memory was a more reliable guide than his own eyes.

The sounds of the boys’ voices disappeared. When Kirill looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing but the thick pines and the shadows between them.

Then a branch cracked behind him.

He went still. Maybe it was his own footsteps he had heard. But another crack came, closer this time. Then the sound of a deep-voiced man clearing his throat.

He had gotten too close, and waited too long to leave. They had spotted him.

What excuse would he give them? How much had they already seen in his thoughts? Was it worth trying to lie?

He sorted through the personas in his mind, like clothes hanging in a closet. But none of them fit right anymore. They hadn’t since his memories had come back. The memories had swelled his mind until all his usual personas were two sizes too small. If he tried to put one of them on, it would split at the seams. And what would come spilling out then? Maybe Max, whoever he was.

Kirill felt suddenly woozy, like he was coming out of one of Elias’s obscurings. But it was only his heart pounding too fast to do its job properly. His vision swam. His fingers tingled with the beginnings of numbness.

He didn’t move.

Should he try to make an excuse?

Should he come clean?

Should he warn them to run?

Whose side was he on? Why had he come here?

Just thinking of warning them proved Ramachandra’s suspicions correct, he supposed. Maybe just the fact that he had come here proved that. And after he had spent so long privately seething at her for questioning his loyalties. Sudden anger flooded him—his own anguish, not part of any act. At Ramachandra for not only harboring unreasonable suspicions all this time, but for being right. At Elias for waking up these memories. At himself, maybe, for coming here.

And for letting go of Elias’s hand that day thirty years ago.

At least the anger broke through his paralysis, allowing him to finally act. But he didn’t take off through the woods. He turned to face his pursuer, a warning on his lips.

The words died before they could make it out of his mouth.

In front of him stood a team of two dozen operatives. They wore white hazmat suits that covered everything, even their faces. Even someone who had stayed away from headquarters as religiously as Kirill could recognize a PERI team. Two full teams, it looked like. They were prepared to meet resistance.

Kirill thought about those two little boys. He smelled smoke—on the air and in his memory. His mouth went dry. He closed it without saying a word.

Then someone who wasn’t wearing one of those suits stepped out from the mass. Kirill’s mouth fell open again. It was Ramachandra.

As she met his eyes, her face was as expressionless as if they had been back in her office. If she was surprised to see him here, she gave no sign. He doubted she was capable of feeling surprise. Surprise, after all, was an emotion.

“Acting alone?” Her smooth voice held no tone of reproach, but he heard it anyway. “That’s not like you.”

He searched her face for something more dangerous than reproach. Some suspicion that she knew why he was out here—although that would mean she knew more about his motives that he himself did. But if she did, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Her face, as always, revealed nothing.

“I wanted to confirm the information I obtained from the prisoner for myself before passing it on to anyone else,” he said. “I thought it best not to put one of our teams at risk unnecessarily. This prisoner has proved to be more clever than I expected. He found a way around my abilities.” He didn’t elaborate. “I couldn’t be sure this—and everything else he gave me—wasn’t a trick.”

Lucky for Kirill, Ramachandra was easy to mirror. But it wasn’t as easy as it used to be. He felt himself swelling at the seams, feelings he didn’t have the practice to recognize spilling out around the edges. Feelings that had nothing to do with what Ramachandra needed him to be.

“Noble of you,” she said, her voice so smooth it could easily have been either sarcastic or entirely sincere. “However, I thought it prudent to act on the information as soon as possible, before his people had any more of a chance to run.”

“I didn’t give you the information yet.”

“The cameras were running. When I saw that your interrogation had concluded, I reviewed the recording myself. There’s no need for you to do anything further.”

A reward for a job well done, or a dismissal? “And you came personally,” Kirill said with a question in his voice.

“This has been a pet project of mine for years,” she said, “since long before I brought you in on it. I wanted to see the first and largest part of the operation come to fruition in person. Call it sentimentality.”

Kirill would have laughed if she had given any sign that it was meant as a joke. Ramachandra was the least sentimental person he knew.

“You, however,” she said, her expressionless eyes biting into his with the impersonality of a sterile blade, “don’t need to be here. I’ll have one of my people escort you back to headquarters.”

He looked away before he could stop himself. He was sure it only made him look more suspicious. “I don’t know what you’re thinking,” he said, “but this isn’t about sympathy for Elias and the others. Quite the opposite. I was looking out for our own—”

“Of course you weren’t showing sympathy,” Ramachandra interrupted. “Don’t waste my time with unnecessary explanations, Kirill. That isn’t like you, either.”

He realized his mouth was hanging slack, and closed it too late. “The last time we spoke—”

“That was before you took my advice and followed through on the threat you made to the prisoner,” Ramachandra said. “Despite your reluctance, you did what was necessary, and it worked. As a result, we now have what we need. Congratulations.”

Her pause seemed to demand a response. “Thank you,” he managed.

She answered with a slight nod, barely more than an incline of her chin. “We’ll take it from here,” she said. “Will you be needing that escort?” As she spoke, she was already turning her back on him.

He shook his head, but she wasn’t looking at him anymore. “No,” he said. “I can find my own way back.”

She gave another nod without turning around. Then she said something to the team, brisk and businesslike, too low for him to hear. He had been dismissed and forgotten in the same breath.

He stared at their backs and thought about the two little boys only a few minutes away. What would it take to stop that team?

More than he had. His powers were useless here, far from an interrogation room. Some Enhanced, like Elias’s son, were made for combat. He wasn’t one of them.

For once, he couldn’t be what was needed.

Anyway, what was he thinking? He had no reason to warn them. They weren’t his family. Any passing resemblance was a mirage; any genetic similarity was a fluke of biology.

If he had thought—ever so briefly—of warning them, he should be grateful that this team had shown up before he could follow through on that temptation.

He had made his choice thirty years ago. It was too late to change his mind now. It was too late for regrets.

Elias had made that clear. Even if he were to be tempted, Elias didn’t want him back. Elias was ready to bury Max and turn his back on Kirill. If that had been true before what Kirill had done to Sammy, it was doubly true now.

Kirill started down the path that would take him out of the woods. He didn’t follow his eyes. He followed the map Elias had put in his head.

Like all Elias’s memories, it was painfully sharp and mercilessly clear. Like all Elias’s memories, he suspected it would never leave him.

He didn’t look back. He knew what came next. He had seen it before.

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[donna-beneviento-teacups]

This playlist is an humble suggestion following the logic one chapter equals one track. I deliberately have chosen: - classic music because Dimitrescu's castle screams this style - instrumental or softer versions of pop/rock songs as Lady Beneviento doesn't like to speak or be flooded by words. Regarding the instruments, I can't help but associate Donna with strings since I'm convinced there are no better instruments to express grieve. Naturally, Bela is symbolised by the piano. Lastly, I didn't want to duplicate the playlist from the fanfiction The Great Morel Garden by Fitzeroy_McCandless. I can only advise you to read it and listen to the available playlist. Some songs are so on point!

As always, I'm open to suggestions and critics ^^

Chapter 1: Hide and survive Moonlight Sonata - Lola & Hauser This iconic sonata composed by Ludwig van Beethoven is often associated with a sense of longing and introspection. I believe those are the perfect subjects for Donna's introduction. With this version, the two main instruments are present.

Chapter 2: Look at me Montagues and Capulets - Sergei Prokofiev, Richard Clayderman, Bulgarian Symphony Orchestra, Deyan Pavlov The music initially composed by Prokofiev creates a sense of tension and pursuit. It sounds to me like a hazardous waltz. The rivalry atmosphere is a reference to the sisters' show of force and the dance is, of course, the little game where Donna try to keep Bela at bay. This version has a softer second phase with the addition of the piano so it can represent Bela's first appearance in Donna's life.

Chapter 3: Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me Running Up That Hill (Piano Arrangement) - Pianella Piano A classic pop song this time! Switching to Bela's POV so I have chosen a piano version. Neither her nor Donna understand the ins and outs of each other lifestyle. I don't believe Bela wants to swap their positions, she is not this desperate at this point, but she definitely wish to better understand Lady Beneviento.

Chapter 4: Enter Swan Lake - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky This chapter is quite dramatic: finding traitors in castle Dimitrescu, Cassandra's reaction, Bela handling the public massacre, Bela discovering Donna's portait, Bela being a victim of Lady Beneviento's pollen and her recovery. I believe we can hear the building in this music and the dramatic swells that foretell Bela's fight in the cold and future handicap while keeping a romantic undertone.

Chapter 5: What do you want from me? Breathe Me - Sia How about a sad, orchestral ballad about struggling and needing a friend for comfort? I believe it's perfect for this chapter.

Chapter 6: I can't wait to see you Je te laisserai des mots (Instrumental) - Daniella Vega Originally by Patrick Watson, the song is about writing and leaving letters to a dear one while not pressuring the receiver. It suits the Bela and Donna's epistolary relationship flawlessly. This music has a special place in my heart...

Chapter 7: Table for two? Le Festin - Dao Pham Inspired by the Pixar and Disney movie Ratatouille, I love the cosy and relaxing ambiance from this version. This first cooking session followed by the shared meal is their first homelike moment! I hesitated with a bossanova or a tarantella song but I found them too high-spirited for our favourite couple and the introduction of Donna's demons.

Chapter 8: Would you like to lead? Danse macabre - Camille Saint-Saëns, Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra, Keith Clark Not particularly original, I concede. However it was impossible not to associate this emblematic piece of art with the masked ball at castle Dimitrescu.

Chapter 9: I do Kiss From a Rose - Vitamin String Quartet A rather mysterious song that remains unexplained by the singer-songwriter Seal. I suppose the interpretation is quite free in this case... The rose is, of course, a reference to Bela and the strings could express Donna's relief to be accepted. Overall, I support the idea of Bela lightning Donna's grey world.

Chapter 10: A woman and not a female monster Dies Irae - Giuseppe Verdi, Carmen Giannattasio, Veronica Simeoni, Alxander Timchenko, Carlo Colombara, Yuri Temirkanov, St. Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra I know, so much the drama! I wanted to emphasise on ghosts (choristers) terrorising Donna and wrath building in Bela. The explosion is a reference to Bela's assaults. All the ingredients are here for a fated disaster.

Chapter 11: How dare he?! Dragon days - Vitamin String Quartet Alicia Keys originally compares a castle resident longing for a certain someone to being trapped in a dungeon. Something is in her way to pursue the relationship she wishes for, alas, she can't act and she can only wait. This topic can be applied to Bela and Donna in this chapter. I was looking for a piano version as it's Bela's POV (the dragon pun!) in the majority but this string version is too beautiful to not be selected.

Chapter 12: For Bela! Somewhere Only We Know - Vitamin String Quartet Once again, it's an alternative version by Vitamin String Quartet. Keane lead vocalist Tim Rice-Oxley revealed in 2004 that the song is about being able to draw strength from a place or experience you've shared with someone. I think the idea is perfectly in adequacy with Donna's new will to fight her demons in hope to become respectable once again.

Chapter 13: I trust you Toccata and Fugue in D Minor (Epic Version) - Johann Sebastian Bach, L'Orchestra Cinematique, Alala Bach offers a fabulous piece with a dark and ominous tone. The menacing tone is accentuated with the percussion instruments in this version. I need a grandiose music for Lady Dimitrescu and her confrontation with Donna.

Chapter 14: You don’t need to hide Spectrum - Florence + The Machine It was impossible to not add a Florence + The Machine song as I think her unique universe in Ceremonials match perfectly with the ambiance I wish to write about. I wanted to show that the beladonna releationship reached the level when they both are confortable with the presence of each other even if not announced / invited. How Bela, and her family by extension, changed Donna’s quotidian and illuminated the gloomy manner as soon as they put a step in.

Chapter 15: Cara mia Delicate - Roma Symphony Orchestra My favourite song (for the moment) by Taylor Swift. The protagonists want desperately to not offend their new love interest. They need to be sure that nothing they do scare the other away. Bela and Donna, like any lover, fear of doing something wrong, being too much or not enough at the same time. This version is slower so it fits the slow burn dimension.

Chapter 16: Don’t leave... Don't Speak - Midnite String Quartet Another alternative version by Midnite String Quartet. A heartbreaking song by No Doubt that I think it suits Angie's situation. The doll shares a very special link with Donna. It's a pity it couldn't last and it hurts their dynamic even if Bela being a part of their life is an excellent reason. It's also a reference to the unnecessary need to physically talk between Donna and Angie.

Chapter 17: What if I’m broken, cara mia? BomBom (feat. The Teaching) - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis I bet you didn't expect this one! As there is no special explanation regarding this track, I associate it with a birth or something new. I think it goes well with a blooming romance and the most exploring phase.

chapter 18: You are all I need New Love (Instrumental) - Piano Dreamers Dua Lipa wrote about facing the fear of losing the only thing that matters to you. With this chapter, 'new love' can be understood as the next step in the relationship. Fighting a losing game (wrongly here) and searching for her place are the mindsets that Bela is in.

chapter 19: Beguiler Witch’s Brew - Peter Cincotti This song is a masterpiece, as well as the album (I could write a love letter to this chef-d’oeuvre), and the atmosphere is incredible. Well, I can only encourage you to listen to it.

chapter 20: I won’t endure a world without an us When Am I Gonna Lose You - Local Natives “The song is about the feeling of being in an amazing relationship but feeling the fear and anxiety that it can’t possibly last, whether just by twist of fate or because of your own self sabotage.” It’s exactly what I wish to express for this epilogue.

[theyellowroseofsodor]

Welcome to The Yellow Rose of Sodor

Hello all, all hello! Welcome to the official tumblr for The Yellow Rose of Sodor, a work of fiction created by yours truly (Kamiko!). Although you won’t find much art here to begin with, as I am but a humble writer and my skills with the artistic pen are so-so, here there will be fun prompts and asks for the characters of the series. I will try my utmost to keep up with everything and no one will be OOC to the absolute best of my abilities. Here you can also ask Camille (my OC and lead female for the fic) and the other members of the steam team questions as well! 

Let me premise with I am a young adult (cries in turning 30 this year) and there will be some adult content here. I will not be posting anything graphic or considered NSFW, nor will anything like that be given a dignified response in the asks. I will be treating these characters just like how I would want to be treated. That means any questions about their more intimate relationship will be met with the following statement: “Epic and private” 

With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy your stay and feel free to stop by anytime! 

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A few questions I felt might be asked: 

Who’s my favorite character(s)?  Gordon and Henry are my top two. But I also love Donald, Douglas, Edward, James, and Paxton.

What got you into this fandom?  Funny story! I LOVED Thomas as a kid and my dad worked and retired from Union Pacific many years ago, growing up, I was around trains. Trains are awesome. I LOVE them, they are such an awesome symbol of our history and are just pretty freaking cool machines/engines. So, when I had kids of my own, I introduced them to Thomas, discovered it had gotten a CGI revamp while I was off being a preteen/teenager/young adult and I was like “WHOA! This is freaking exciting and cool!” So, I came back!  

How come you like Gordon so much?  Well.... that’s a whole question with a big honking answer that I currently don’t have the time to answer. I think it’s because Gordon has the most story and the most to offer, besides his charming personality and voice (they had no right to make him that attractive). Thomas is just a cheeky character and yes, the show is named after him, but all we know are his adventures that happen day-to-day. Gordon, we know, has a family and he’s lost a lot of that family. He has a brother that’s younger and famous and Gordon kind of has to live in that shadow and also get over his own jealousy. Technically, he was a prototype and wasn’t supposed to really stay on the line, yet here he is. He’s literally the symbol of strength and endurance. He’s here when he really shouldn’t and despite all odds is still rocking it. (That is until he was destroyed via All Engine’s Go along with everything else good in the world) 

What universe will you be focusing on?  So, from my basic understanding (I’m pretty new back in this fandom) there’s the original TV show that used the models, there’s the books, and there’s the CGI era. I really like the original TV show but I’m also living for the CGI era. I love the books too and I will be pulling from all three, but technically I’m mainly sticking with CGI. 

How does the magic/shifting work?  In my headcanon world, the magic to shift between engine and human was given by Lady to all the engines as she saw that many were being scrapped for no good reason as ‘better’ engines were being built. I couldn’t imagine, as a God, watching creations you love and cherish be thrown away, disposed of, torn apart, and burned (possibly alive), and not stepping in. So, that’s what I’ve done.  Newer engines have the ability to shapeshift and it comes just as naturally as foals/calves/kids/etc with the ability to stand and run within hours. The older ones, like the Steam Team, had to learn on their own and it originally happened one morning without them even realizing it had happened and scared the crap out of em. Now, they do it easily and when they want. 

Do the engines have rights? Can they vote? Do they earn wages?  So, I don’t want to get political in my fanfic (there’s enough drama in the world now that I really don’t want that in something I enjoy). Engines still have that deep rooted desire to be “really useful”. They want to work, they enjoy working! Getting involved in human political issues is just something they would rather stay out of. I like to think they coexist with the rest of us just like the other creatures we share this world with. If I’m being honest though, I think whatever rights an engine has, has to do with where they’re working and where in the world they are, just like everyone else. As for Sodor and the engines in this world, Sir Topham Hatt takes very good care of his engines and they’re treated like people.   As for the wages question, again, they’re still engines and don’t really understand the concept or want to understand the concept of money. They understand it for humans but they’re happy just existing. That doesn’t mean that they can’t have cool things. You’ll notice each engine has a cell phone and that’s just part of the times! It’s easier to keep up with one another on an island that way and helps out a lot. Camille has a Nintendo Switch and the others get the gaming console from Sir Topham Hatt and the others for Christmas.  Think of them like dogs but not in a rude way. They exist with us but are on a higher plane of happiness. 

Why do you have them written so young?  As long as an engine is cared for and not neglected they will look young. It’s LOTR elf rules with a small twist. They can live forever and not age. Also, have you watched the show? Edward is over 100 at this point and he still looks like he’s in his 20s/30s. Plus, there’s hints throughout the show of them acting like young adults/teenagers. Like the episode “Pouty James” where he’s called a “young steam engine” by Sir Topham Hatt much like a parent would say to their teenager “Young man” when they’re in trouble. He’s also said “steam engines these days” just like “teenagers these days”. 

Can engines get married? Are Gordon and Camille gonna get married?  Again, depends on where they’re living and if the people accept that sort of thing. Most engines just straight up don’t care. If they love another engine and want to dedicate their life to that engine, then by golly they’re gonna say they’re married or whathaveyou whether the human population likes it or not.  As for Gordon and Camille you’ll have just have to read to find out 😉 

Do they bleed/what happens when they get hurt?  I’m with @asktrio516 on this and I think that they would bleed like us, seeing as they have the ability to cry or taste, etc, but it would be a darker blood.  Injuries in their human form will translate to their engine form as well. Some injuries may be healed easier in their human form depending on part availability or how busy things are and vice versa. A serious injury in their human form may be much smaller in their engine form, or easier fixed. Just depends. 

How do they shapeshift without being naked next?  Mystique rules! They can shift the clothing onto themselves. Also anything like a cell phone or a watch or memento will also disappear with the magic dust when they shift into engines and reappear when human. Because magic, don’t ask me to explain further. 

Will there be art here?  Maybe eventually. I mean, I did buy an iPad and I'm still waiting for it. Alaska shipping is so slow. So, when it gets here and I start practicing maybe I'll be brave enough to post. 

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[arcane-ish]

Gushing more about Winter!Warwick

I need to slightly over the top gush over the winter prince Warwick splash a bit more.

(1) It always amuses me how in tune Riot is with their horny fanbase and I'm pretty sure they are well aware that there are furry fans (though from what I gather Warwick isn't even their most popular Rule 34 target). This definitely ives me "they knew what they are doing" with the way the gem on the belt points straight at his crotch. Heck it even has a sparkle on it to make sure you know it's one of the things your eye is supposed to focus on.

and with how much bulky thigh and inside of his thigh the picture shows off

(with the bird like talon on the heel)

Or how the shirt is cumply because the buttons are almost bursting off:

(2) can we talk about how he has only one bracer thing (just like Vander, while Warwick has mismatched arm pieces, he does have two). And like the completely pointless gems on it.

(3) The earrings! Because of course my very extra boy wears earrings!

(4) I have nothing intelligent to say about this but the star pattern things on his pants and tail amuse me:

(5) I also feel like pointing out that he appears to be wearing a scarf or a stola of some sort:

(6) I'm guessing I should probably comment on the dominant way he holds down his pet:

(7) and of course there is the rose which makes it an official Beauty and The Beast reference. btw it almost looks like he's already wearing a ring

It's kind of sad that the face/head is kind of the weakest part of the picture. For one the aggression is kind of ... grumpy and angle makes it like he is looking down on something really small? Like maybe a mouse bringing him bad news? And the fur around the throat/chest doesn't really look like it's coming naturally out of the vest, it looks almost superimposed.

In my perfect Disney Beauty and the Beast AU, Vi (with Powder at her side) would be Warwick's platonic "beauty" who teaches him about being unselfish and protecting others. Silco would probably be a disfigured witch in the woods who Vi and Powder seek out to get information on Warwick's backstory and the curse. (maybe he was the first one who tried to fix or control Warwick's curse and he got slashed in the face for his efforts and of course now is less than inclined to help out)

I feel like Camille would be a good "Gaston" in the sense of being somebody who attacks Warwick's castle to hunt him. Maybe Caitlyn would be the first hunter who comes to slay the beast and Vi has to convince her to stop, but just as Caitlyn is won over, Camille attacks and Warwick fights her to protect Vi.

Plus I just love the mental image of Vi and Powder exploring Warwick's big fancy beast castle. (Singed probably lives somewhere in the basement)

[kathrynalicemc]

ELOISE PROFILE - HPHM

IDENTITY

Name: Eloise Yaxley

Nicknames: Lou (If you call her Eloise, you get punched)

Pronouns: She/her

Birth Date: August 20, 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Lesbian

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British

Residence: Yaxley Manor, Kent, England

Languages: English, Latin

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Hannah Kleit (Teen/Adult), Carrie-Anne Moss (Older Adult)

Height: 5’9”

Physique: Average, Fit

Eye Color: Sea foam green

Hair Color: Dyed Black (Platinum blonde naturally)

Hair style: Short, cut to her chin

Scars: Acid scars on hand from a spill as a child, later she has a bigger acid scar on her forearm to erase the Dark Mark

Clothing: Ripped jeans, t-shirts, open blazer jackets with no shirt, dress pants, high heels, boxing gloves, sweatpants, sports bra. A mix of skater/80s rock band as a teen, athletic boxer style, and then formal office dress wear as an adult. She also wears a gold rose necklace from her mother.

Tattoos: Dark Mark on her forearm, Rose on her sternum

HOGWARTS

House: Slytherin

Wand: Ebony, Phoenix Feather, 11”

“Ebony is the happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, Ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the Ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast for their beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.”

Best Classes: Potions, DADA

Worst Classes: Herbology, COMC, Divination

Misc Magical Abilities: Animagus

Boggart Form: Being beside her father and doing exactly what he wants her to. She has platinum hair.

Amortentia: Roses, her mother’s perfume, dust, boxing chalk, potion ingredients, blood

Patronus: Hooded Pitohui (bird)

Animagus: Tarantula

Patronus Memory: Having an impromptu picnic with her mother in a field of roses one afternoon on a road trip as a child

Dementor worst memory: The night her mother was attacked and ended up in a coma

Mirror of Erised: Smiling with her mother next to her, proud of her

CAREER

11-18: Hogwarts Student

18-23: Unspeakable (Assassin) for the Ministry of Magic

24: Unspeakable and Spy in the Ministry for the Order and the Phoenix Resistance during the war (See the PR fic!)

25+: Hit Wizard partner of Azariah Steele

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Antoinette Avery & Corban Yaxley

Grandmother: Gia Yaxley @endlessly-cursed

Cousin: Camille Yaxley

Father Figure: Graham McClarnon (Her mother’s Doctor, looks after Lou) @thatravenpuffwitch

Love Interest: TBD

Best Friends: Azariah “Rye” Steele @cursebreakerfarrier

Friends: Kaari Arcano, Devon Marlowe, Henry McClarnon, the PR crew

PERSONALITY

Child: As a kid, she was oblivious to her father’s subtle molding. She didn’t spend much time with him, however, as her mother would always protect her and keep them as distant as possible. Once she was in her coma, her father started to lord over her. He told her how to behave and how to look. He was strict that she be intelligent, so he hired many tutors. She wasn’t happy and felt like her life wasn’t hers. She started to realize she was just a tool for her father to raise himself up. Especially when Tom Riddle came around.

Teenage: The second Lou got on the train to go to Hogwarts at 11, she dyed and cut her hair. It was an act of rebellion to her father who was now too far away to have much say in it. She started to act out and get into trouble to piss him off. She also did anything she could to get away from him, whether that be joining a rock band with Rye, or sneaking out of the house to attend boxing lessons or visit her mother in the hospital. The second she graduated Hogwarts, she left her father in the dust.

Adulthood: Lou knew war was looming before the majority of everyone else. She decided to make a calculated move and she returned to her father, pleading for his forgiveness. This of course was just a play so she could set herself up as a spy. It worked and she was right back under the foot of her father. Something she hated more than anything. After the war, she finally made sure he faced justice. She decided she was sick of killing people for other people and decided to join Rye as a Hit Wizard. This time she was using non-lethal means.

ATTITUDE

Most at Ease When: Talking to Rye. Brewing potions and poisons. Lying.

Stressed When: Dealing with her father. Making small talk and polite conversation.

Priorities: Herself. Living the life she wants.

Strength: Master manipulator and silver tongued liar, brave, intelligent, perceptive and insightful to people’s thoughts and emotions

Weakness: Doesn’t get close to people, hardly ever is honest and heartfelt with someone, can be a dick

FAVORITES

Color: Green, red, black

Food: Steak and chips

Drink: Strong alcohol

Weather: Rain

Book: Handbook of Poisons

Hobbies: Quidditch, boxing, dueling, brewing poisons