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scuttledusk · 11 months ago

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Lantern Eclipse Cast

THE ACCUSED

Fairywren Merlo - A hitman from Guardian City who was forced to flee after a job gone wrong.

Eddie Reeves - A successful, respected businessman of the Violet District in search of a mysterious artifact.

Ford - A Terror who spent the past 40 years in servitude and just recently gained his autonomy.

Bex Dlamini - A former Shepherd removed from service for his softness and now lost in the Cursed Wilds.

THE FORSAKEN

Heidi Cantrell - A wandering trader and musician, leader of a motley crew of outcasts and “freaks.”

Davin Fitzgerald - A protective sharpshooter with a mechanical heart of gold - or, well, titanium.

Ratshot Durchdenwald - A hyperactive young mechanic and medic-in-training with a venomous bite.

Judas Durchdenwald - A game hunter with a long family history and an even longer criminal record.

Gloria Tungalag - A singer and sniper, who’s been traveling with Heidi for as long as either can remember.

THE DEVOTED

Marcus Ramsey - Paladin of the Breaking Dawn and a trusted, noble leader to his team.

Nisha Houghton - Knight of the Breaking Dawn, a ride-or-die friend with an indomitable spirit.

Hank Montoya - Happy-go-lucky technician for the Breaking Dawn, as well as the best cook on his team.

Arthur “Art” Danus - Knight of the Breaking Dawn, blunt and judgmental but a loyal friend.

Reuben Haverkort - Cleric (or healer) of the Breaking Dawn, who has harnessed cursed magic to help others.

Sadie Clem - Knight of the Breaking Dawn, soft-spoken and timid but never one to back down from a fight.

THE HIDDEN

Anderson “Roach” Trengrove - A member of a failed revolutionary group, now the guardian of his two nephews.

Styke Trengrove - An impulsive young punk with a tendency to get into more trouble than he can handle.

Benji Trengrove - An innocent younger boy, oblivious to the horrors of the world, with a passion for sports.

Francis “Wasp” Mortimer - An old friend of Roach’s, and the only other survivor of their lost revolution.

THE INSPIRED

Pearl Artair - The charismatic and elegant owner of a nightclub in the Violet district called “The Visionary.”

Finnegan “Mercury” MacEirie - A prostitute working at the Visionary, on the run from his past.

Inez Coronel - A singer at the Visionary, as well as a collector and broker of secrets and important information.

Vera Romeo - The bartender of the Visionary, who has new romantic troubles every day without fail.

Vaughn Grandis - The owner of a rival club and an influential figure in the Violet District’s underground.

THE IDOLIZED

Kerry Faulcon - The captain of the Rhettshore Redhawks, a cordball team known all across Guardian City.

Gage Bandy - Another member of the Redhawks, calm and reasonable but a bit condescending.

Lauren Bandy - A player on the Redhawks, who fans think may drop out of the league after this season.

Emerson Wheeler - A Redhawks player widely appreciated for his looks and charm rather than his skill.

Belle Eriksson - A skilled Redhawks player who is believed to be competing with Kerry for the title of Captain.

THE DAMNED

Antony Valdovinos - The mastermind behind the Damned, leader of a deep-rooted criminal organization.

Simon Demaret - Antony’s second-in-command and personal assassin with a secretive background.

Natalia Barrueco - A down to earth but extremely irritable member of the Damned, Antony’s cousin.

Kian Kinnerk - An entertaining young man and member of the Damned, who brings his violin everywhere he goes.

Vivi Seacoal - An extremely intimidating older woman, the muscle of Antony’s inner circle.

Lazarus Cain - Friend and rival, a mysterious young assassin who is always present yet rarely seen.

I’ll try to update this whenever I need to, since new paras and storylines pop up every now and then! These are also just the “major” paras - there are a few side characters who just aren’t mentioned at all bc. this ain’t abt them

fun fact: eight people on this list are dead </3

#daydream lore #lantern eclipse #paraportal #my paras #madd #maladaptive daydreaming #my musings #<— hey gang. this paracosm contains Things That Require Content Warnings!#do Not harass me over the content of my paracosms! all you will get from that is blocked #tw sex work #very minor tw but it is still indeed There.

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dragons-bones · 2 years ago

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FFXIV Write Entry #12: Right Under Their Noses

Prompt: dowdy || Master Post || On AO3

A pair of Crystal Braves in bright blue walked just behind her and it took all her years of experience plying the Ul’dahn courts not to tense or flatten her ears and give herself and her guard away. F’lhaminn continued to examine the hair combs on display, until Coultenet discretely tapped her elbow. All clear.

She didn’t immediately move away; that would draw attention. Instead, she picked out a pretty sterling comb with moonstones, handed over the gil to the merchant, and turned to meander towards the docks, Coultenet at her heels. As they walked, she idly swept short hair out of her face and into a bun, cinching it place with her new comb.

For all that the Braves had ambushed them on their way to the ferry to Limsa Lominsa, these ones seemed woefully inept at relocating their targets. A disgrace, honestly, that such flimsy disguises were working so well.

The Scions still had friends in Vesper Bay, and while the old Waking Sands building was being swarmed by the Braves—Urianger could handle himself, especially after making fools of the Garlean Frumentarii agents chasing him five years ago—F’lhaminn and her escorts had been waved into the back room of a tailor shop. “There’s a Hannish trader down at pier seven,” the tailor, Reuben, had muttered to them, “under Captain Mhasalkar, they’re due to leave in two bells.”

Hoary Boulder had stripped out of his armor and donned the loose tunic and trousers better befitting one of the Vesper dockworkers. He had slipped out to make contact with Captain Mhasalkar while F’lhaminn tried to raise anyone on the Scion linkshell. No luck, besides Tataru.

She tried not to worry. Minfilia, the Warriors of Light, and the Archons could take care of themselves.

Hoary Boulder thankfully had returned with success, and he took his and Coultenet’s bundled armor and robes and staff and headed back to the pier ahead of them. After waiting ten minutes, F’lhaminn and Coultenet—the latter dressed in the style of a Lominsan swashbuckler, Hoary Boulder’s sword at his hip—had followed, keeping their pace unhurried.

F’lhaminn had long known how fashion could shape perception. As the Songstress of Ul’dah, her clothing was meant to delight and tantalize, but not scandalize; in the years after the Calamity, no one looked twice at a bespectacled white-haired woman in a no-fuss dress and apron, assuming they walked by someone’s grandmother and not a lady who wasn’t even forty. She utilized similar now: her spectacles still in place, her cheek markings covered by a layer of foundation, and her practical pink dress replaced by purple and lilac robes. It was one of the fashions that Reuben had only just acquired from Captain Mhasalkar, not quite so alien a design that it would attract notice, but the cut different enough to lend credence to the mirage of a foreign lady exploring Vesper Bay and the cloth fine enough to hint at comfortable wealth.

Reuben had refused F’lhaminn’s payment before he saw her and Coultenet out the door. He was going to be furious when he found the coin purse she managed to slip into his pocket during their farewells.

Finally, pier seven and Captain Mhasalkar’s Pearl of the Bounty came into view. Hoary Boulder was discretely loitering at the base of the gangplank, fiddling with the rope on a stack of crates lashed together. His gaze flicked towards her and Coultenet briefly, but made no other movement as another pair of Crystal Braves stalked down the pier from the opposite direction.

F’lhaminn and Coultenet did not pause, instead continuing on their way towards their escape. She adopted a bored expression, and a quick glance told her that Coultenet was doing an outstanding job of prowling just a step behind like a real sellsword guard.

This set of Braves walked by them without a glance, too, and F’lhaminn’s ears flicked as she caught one say, “How do you lose a roegadyn and an elezen in a crowd, anyway?”

It took all of her willpower not to snort.

Captain Mhasalkar met them as F’lhaminn and Hoary Boulder and Coultenet ascended the gangplank. She was an older Raen, scales yellowing with age, but her eyes were clear as she shook hands with F’lhaminn. “My apologies that we could not meet under better circumstances, madam,” she said, her Hannish accent a balm after the tension of the last few bells. “We’ll be underway shortly, and once safely out of the reach of these knaves, we can discuss further details in seeing you settled in Radz-at-Han.”

“We are much appreciated, Captain,” F’lhaminn said, her smile genuine.

She only hoped the others had been as successful in their escape.

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punkbakerchristine · 6 months ago

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it’s the end of the year. time to share my favorites.

favorite food: for the longest time, I was one of those people who was like “I just like food” (and I do, even with my 100+ -pound weight loss, I like to eat), but I’ve decided it’s a Reuben sandwich. With pastrami, sauerkraut, thousand island dressing, on rye bread which is lightly toasted. I do like it with corned beef and sourdough bread, but I always go back to the classic pastrami and rye combination.

favorite cuisine: the Mediterranean, mainly because I’ve been familiar with Italian food my whole life but I have loved French and Basque food since I was about 16, and I love the flavor profiles all around.

favorite spice: cardamom. Peppery but subtle, like allspice but slightly to the left. Pairs really well with cinnamon and ginger, hence why I like putting it in my spice cake as well as my lentil soup—it makes cinnamon more “cinnamon-y” and ginger more “gingery.”

favorite seasoning: shawarma. I have always loved cumin, coriander, and turmeric, and it makes the house smell good.

favorite flavors: white chocolate, coffee, blackberry, and red wine. Very complex and I’d go so far to say sensual flavors.

favorite flavor combo: chocolate and coffee. The profile of my chocolate babka. I like chocolate and cherry, apple-cinnamon, and white chocolate and raspberry, too.

favorite protein: probably either beef or pork. Love cooking both, and the ground versions go with anything.

favorite soup: there’s three. My Israeli lentil soup (green lentils, basmati or jasmine rice, Israeli couscous, carrots, white onions, green onions, za’atar seasoning, cinnamon, cardamom, garlic, lemon zest, and pieces of chicken—I did make it with ham hocks the first time and I found them hard to eat and hella salty. Made it again with chicken and it was excellent). Chicken or beef pho (last time I had pho, it was wonderful). And coconut curry Thai soup (coconut milk, chicken stock, cream cheese, ramen noodles, green onions, bok choy, peanuts, carrots, curry, those little Thai chilies with the seeds removed and then sautéed so they’re sweet, and ground turkey).

favorite grain: Israeli couscous. I love those little pearls and how well they pair with veggies and different stocks.

favorite vegetables: forever carrots, ever since I was little. I like zucchini and mushrooms, too.

favorite vegetable to cook: chili peppers, mainly because I love how they smell. I love the smell of onions cooking, too.

favorite comfort food: my mac and cheese, mainly because I like to make it with chili peppers and sausage (I once made it with andouille and it was amazing).

favorite food that’s helped me lose weight: there have been several but I’m gonna say scrambled eggs, watermelon, and basic homemade white bread.

favorite bread: babka, of course~

favorite bread that isn’t babka: ciabatta, English muffins, and flatbreads.

favorite baked good: either bread or cookies.

favorite cookie: gingerbread or double chocolate

favorite cake: spice cake, red velvet cake, carrot cake, that chocolate and Irish cream cake I made for St. Paddy’s Day this year, New York cheesecake, German chocolate cake (and from someone who has never been a fan of coconut until recently, either!), Boston cream pie, devil’s food cake, tres leches cake, krantz cake (really similar to babka but it’s closer to a cake; I consider babka an enriched bread), tiramisu

favorite pie: blackberry, apple, and key lime

favorite traybake: forever blondies, specifically the ones with white chocolate.

favorite hellofresh kit: oh, so many! Figgy balsamic chicken, any of their rice bowls, banh mí meatballs, those poutine burgers from a while back, chili mac and cheese (which inspired by own chili mac and cheese), coconut Thai curry, roasted pork with Israeli couscous and sweet potatoes (I think that was my first favorite, iirc)

Now time for least favorites~

least favorite food: lima beans. They never feel right, even when mixed with something else. They’re like eating mushy old newspaper.

least favorite flavor: pumpkin. Never been a fan to begin with—I’ll have it, like how I made that pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving a couple of weeks ago, but i’m not a fan—but it’s literally everywhere. It’s in things it’s got no business being in, either, like milk, cereal, and fucking cheese (for real) of all things.

least favorite ingredient: PISTACHIOS. simply because they’ve been done to death at this point and they’ve always struck me as more of a savory ingredient, too, like I see them in a lot of Middle Eastern dishes. There, they’re fantastic. But in cake or cookies? No, stop it.

least favorite protein: fish… to cook, anyway. I actually really love fish and seafood: I love scallops, fish and chips, fish tacos, tuna casserole, sushi, and clam chowder, and after this year, I’ve been converted to shrimp; my favorite fish is probably either salmon or swordfish. But—because I’m a very sensual person—I cannot get past the smell (it’s why I usually like to bake it, because then you can cook it with vegetables like asparagus, lemon wheels, and good spices wrapped in tin foil). The one fish that doesn’t smell is mahi mahi and it’s been… a… a while since I’ve had that.

least favorite pie: rhubarb, mainly because it kind of scares me (uncooked rhubarb is toxic). Banana cream, too—I love bananas, and I’m curious about “banoffee” (banana toffee, I see it in British recipes a lot), but like peppermint, banana flavored anything never tastes right, either. I just think of banana-flavored Twinkies 🥴

least favorite hellofresh kit: there was this one dish, I forget what it was now, but it had cherry tomatoes, cucumber, pistachios, a couple of other things, and “grilling cheese.” First off, I fucked up the cheese—or maybe they did, I dunno. It was one of those cheeses that could stand up to high heat (like halloumi is like that, you can actually grill it!)… and then it melted. Second, it just wasn’t that good, and I remember being disappointed because I was actually looking forward to it, too. You know, “alright, something new!”

we also had a ravioli dish just last week, and it was ravioli (and there’s never enough ravioli in the package, either) and pan-cooked zucchini topped with parm and Italian seasoning. Salty as hell and it was missing some kind of sauce, like it was dry even by my standards. Zucchini was really good, though, like I was proud of that zucchini. But I’ve always loved ravioli, so it was a major letdown.

biggest vice in the kitchen: when I’m interrupted for any reason—seriously any reason, because, just like with my writing or drawing or working out, I get in the sense of “flow”. I get in the zone. Jarring me out of that leaves me miffed, every single time.

I like having my kitchen clean, too. I learned how to clean as I go from my dad when it was just me and him living together; I get why my mom always gets annoyed when the kitchen is a mess after someone else uses it.

I hate undercooking things, too. I’ve undercooked a quiche, chicken, and burgers so far. Former two have made me cry, the latter I only just started to master. I understand the risk that comes with undercooking things, too—I would much rather overcook something.

#amateur cooking #amateur baking #bakers gonna bake #bakers of tumblr #baking #cooking #text #mine

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imfluentinfangirlandgay · 2 years ago

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Casting Pearls Before Time - Ch 5

Six months after suddenly reappearing, Ingo encounters someone he thinks he remembers. Only problem is, he can't remember anything before he returned to Unova, so it's hard to say

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"Emmet, that's impossible," Ingo breathed incredulously.

"Ingo, think about it," Emmet retorted, "the dead language. You keep calling it Hisui, a name that hasn't been used in a century and a half. Those styles of move you mentioned. I looked them up, they were most popular in the 1800s and forgotten by 1900. Clay's family would have been in Sinnoh around then and he said his great-great-however-many-greats grandfather had that hat."

"But how would I have gotten there? And how would I have gotten back? Time travel is not as simple as riding the subway! And what about Pearl? How did she get here?"

"That I don't know, but I think this is right, Ingo."

Ingo hissed out his teeth, cradling his forehead in his hands. "This can't be right…"

"Ingo, you have Gliscor's ball, yes?"

Ingo looked up at him. "Of course."

"Let me see it."

Defeated, Ingo stood and walked to his bag, grabbing out a pokeball and returning, popping it into Emmet’s hand. Pearl came over to the couch to see what all the commotion was about.

It was an odd pokeball, Emmet had always thought. One of the two things Ingo had returned with, other than the odd tunic thing he had worn. It had a metal latch and was carved from wood, with a pipe on the top that puffed smoke sometimes.

Emmet opened a fourth tab and typed 'when were pokeballs invented' into the search bar.

It showed a picture of a pokeball that was identical to the one Emmet now held, right down to the red painted top. The description read: [the original pokeball was designed by Professor Reuben Laventon, a pokemon Professor from Galar, on his first visit to ancient Sinnoh in 1835. It let out fireworks and a puff of smoke when a pokemon was caught and could be hand-carved from Apricorns. This design was built upon and improved with the invention of new materials during the 20th century until it evolved into the pokeball we know today.]

Emmet scrolled past the photo of the pokeball after he was sure Ingo had read it all, revealing a sepia photo of a man in a lab coat and a knitted cap with a white ball on the top. He was smiling for the camera, a Cyndaquil, Oshawott, and Rowlet all surrounding him.

Ingo’s eyes widened. "I-I remember him. Professor Laventon. I remember talking to him because he was the only other one who could speak Galarian. He- he taught me Sinnohan." Ingo rubbed his temples.

"Laventon died in 1888," Emmet read. "There would have been no physical way for you to meet him in our time period."

Pearl was looking at the photo of Laventon as he spoke to Ingo. She narrowed her eyes at the photo and looked up at them, giving a soft, "Laventon."

Emmet whipped his head to her. He pointed at the photo again.

She nodded and said again, more strongly, "Laventon. Friend."

So she knew Laventon too. Perhaps his wiki page would say something?

Emmet looked up Laventon and tapped on the article, skipping to the 'Hisui Discoveries' tab, which he read aloud.

"Laventon was in Hisui for many years after he traveled from Galar. Originally, he was brought in as backup for some anomalies spotted across the region." Emmet knitted his brows at that, but kept reading. "He invented the first pokeballs and worked with the immigrants in the Galaxy Team to create the first complete pokedex in the world. He was known to work with the two native groups, the Diamond and Pearl Clans, to create some of the first maps of the region as well."

"Wait," Ingo quipped, interrupting Emmet. "Go back. What were the names of the two Clans?"

"Diamond and Pearl."

Ingo's eyebrows knitted. "The Pearl Clan… that sounds familiar, though I cannot say why."

Emmet tapped on the linked article for the Pearl Clan. "The Pearl Clan was one of two groups of native peoples that populated ancient Sinnoh for generations. Though much of their history is lost to time, it seems they were constantly at war with the other Clan, the Diamond Clan.

"Basic Clan structure was a Leader, a medic, five Wardens, and the rest were simple members of the Clan. Everyone helped forage and farm for food and it was a very tight-knit community. The Pearl Clan lived high in the snowy mountains in Hisui, and thus had much thicker fur tunics and sturdier huts for blocking out the wind.

"Wardens were members of the Clan that were chosen by special pokemon that the Clan worshiped as a descendant of their god. These pokemon were known as Nobles-"

"Nobles," Ingo breathed. "I- that feels important. What does it say about them?"

Emmet rolled his eyes at being interrupted as he tapped on yet another article. "Noble Pokemon were a special class of pokemon in ancient Sinnoh worshiped for being descendants of pokemon blessed by the natives' respective gods. There were ten of these pokemon in total, some of which were special regional variants only found in Hisui that are now extinct, or extinct evolutions altogether.

Arcanine

Avalugg

Basculegion

Braviary

Electrode

Kleavor

Lilligant

Sneasler

Ursaluna

Wyrdeer"

Emmet looked at his brother. "Do any of those sound familiar?"

Ingo glanced at the screen and scanned the list. He tapped on the article for Sneasler.

It pulled up a photo of a weird pokemon. It was purple and lilac in color, with huge purple claws and a red ribbon on the left ear.

"Sneasler, one of two Noble Pokemon around Mount Coronet, was a now-extinct evolution of the coveted Hisuian Sneasel. It is said that most Sneasel hatched in Hisui would become this other Sneasel variety - said to be fighting/poison type. The famed Professor Laventon once commented that the Noble was very amicable and had a fondness for beans that grew on the mountainside," Emmet read.

"Sneasler…" Ingo was murmuring to himself. "I can remember her, but why…"

Emmet kept reading. "Noble Sneasler’s past Wardens are remembered from their graves and their legacies in their devotion to the Noble. As with other Nobles, the Wardens are typically buried with their Noble to continue to serve them in death. However, there is a peculiarity with Sneasler's Warden chain in particular."

He scrunched his eyebrows a bit as he scrolled down to a section titled "the Mystery of the Lost Warden".

"All Nobles have a meticulously recorded line of Wardens - except Sneasler. All past Wardens can be found buried at the Noble's seats, but there is a gap for Sneasler's. Where there should be another body, there is an unmarked grave with no body within, as though the individual did not die. In addition, there is documentation of a Warden in active duty after the previous one has been found buried. Many accounts simply refer to him as 'the foreigner' or 'the faller', but one account from a Leader mentions him by name as Warden Ingo, with a photo accompanying it."

Emmet stopped reading and stared at the photo. His mouth fell open. It was sepia, as the other photos from this time period seemed to be, crinkled and out of focus. In the photo was the Noble Sneasler, pointing to the camera with one clawed paw, the other paw to her head, as though she were holding a cap, her eyes looking down at the dark figure in front of her, smirking. The other figure was mirroring her pose, pointing at the camera with his right hand, tipping his cap with his left, a haunted look in his all-too-familiar silver eyes, his tattered coat and hat almost indistinguishable because of the quality of the photo…

"That's me," Ingo breathed. "That's me… I… I remember taking this photo." Ingo took the phone and enlarged the photo until it took up the whole screen. "That's… that's my Lady Sneasler. She wanted to take the photo with me so badly, she snuck into Jubilife Village to get it." His mouth was moving a mile a minute, babbling as some memories came back. "I told her it was a bad idea, but she picked me up and ran in anyway. Pokemon were not allowed in the village. She ran into the photo booth and scared the poor chap in there until I said she just wanted a photo and he obliged." Tears were running down his face now, his eyes unfocused and misty. "We took that photo and several more together, but that was the only one I kept. It was on my person, in my tent. I remember giving it to… someone. I don't remember why. Or who. Who did I give it to? How did it get on this website?" Emmet went to grab his phone back as Ingo slammed his fists into the coffee table, making Pearl jump out of her skin. "Why can I only remember tidbits…"

Emmet left his phone open on the table as he reached around his brother and rubbed his back. He was sobbing hard. It had been some time since he'd gotten like this. "It's not your fault, Ingo. We've learned so much more since yesterday."

Ingo slowly nodded and sat up, wiping his face and regaining his composure. He nodded. "I'm alright now. I'm alright." He looked up at Emmet and then passed him, at Pearl. His brows knitted and he asked her a question in Sinnohan.

Emmet turned his head to see her face white as a sheet. He peeked around the phone to get a look at the screen.

In his shock, he had not scrolled through the photos. The next photo after the one of Ingo and Sneasler was one of Ingo and Sneasler and five more people and four more pokemon. It was sepia once again. A huge odd Avalugg took up the entire background. A man with a weird hair thing on his chest stood next to it, smirking. Next to him was a woman with goggles, her hand laying on a weird… it was almost like an Arcanine, but way too dark. Then was Ingo and Sneasler. On the other side of the photo was a young boy wearing a familiar hat with some bug type Emmet had never seen before in his life. Then there was a small old woman with a bear pokemon behind her. And in the middle of the picture stood a familiar female figure, smiling…

Emmet tapped on the description and read it aloud. "Pictured left to right, the last Wardens of the Nobles of the Pearl Clan. Lian, Warden of Lord Kleavor. Calaba, Warden of Lord Ursaluna. Ingo, Warden of Lady Sneasler. Irida, Leader of the Pearl Clan. Palina, Warden of Lord Arcanine. Gaeric, Warden of Lord Avalugg."

Pearl was staring hard at the phone, tears welling in her eyes. Emmet passed her the phone, blowing up the picture so that it covered the whole screen. She gently touched the faces of the people on the screen, her lip wobbling.

The twins were silent. Ingo looked grimly at her from the other side of Emmet as her tears slipped, one by one, and fell to her hands.

He stood and came to her other side. She looked up at him, her eyes puffy. "Ingo?" Her voice was wobbly.

Ingo sniffled, his own eyes teary. "Hello, Lady Irida."

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Needless to say, they all had a late night. Ingo translated much of the article to Pe- Irida, Emmet reminded himself. Her name was Irida. They spoke together in rapid sentences, so fast Emmet was half-convinced they weren’t even words. Emmet scrolled through the phone, trying to glean more information, but nothing could sink in right now. Ingo got up and ran to his room, returning with the tunic he had worn upon his return. Irida stared at it, running her hands down the strange fabric. She said some things that Ingo responded to solemnly.

Emmet was finally beginning to get over the shock. “Ingo,” he said suddenly. Both figures beside him whipped their heads around. “If you were back in time… and Irida came from the past…” He sat up, looking at the two of them. “How are we going to get her home?”

Ingo blinked once. Twice. He took a breath in and out. It was a long time before he answered. “I… I don’t know.”

Irida knitted her brows at Ingo’s reaction. “What… wrong?” She had to take a moment to find the words.

Ingo turned to her, aghast, and relayed the short conversation to her. She froze, her mouth dropping open, closing. Her eyes seemed to drain of life. Emmet tried to imagine what she was feeling now. What it would be like to suddenly appear in a foreign land, not knowing the language, surrounded by strangers, not knowing how you would get home and being very, very out of place-

Like Ingo had. Ingo had been in the exact same place before. And if he could make his way back, so could Irida.

Emmet stood abruptly, startling the other two. “I don’t know how, but we will do it.”

“Emmet, we’d have to travel time.”

“I am aware.” He pointed at Ingo. “The track may be long, but the destination is set. Someday, we will help her get home.”

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#submas #subway boss ingo #subway bosses #pokemon legends arceus #my writing #ingo #pokemon #subway boss emmet #clan leader irida #pokemon irida

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worldsandemanations · 10 months ago

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Reuben Paterson (New Zealand, 1973), All I Want to do is Thankyou Forever (Pavo Constellation), 2024. Glitter, acrylic, Pacific pearls and Japanese freshwater pearls on panel

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untilthenextencore · 2 years ago

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Of Sea, Stars & Jimmy's Surprise~... ( Fic Drabble)

A bit from a fic I've been toying with~

This takes place around the early 2010s~

Jimmy & his young pregnant wife, Yulissa Garcia~

'I've got a surprise for you." Jimmy announced as he strode up to Yulissa.

"Yeah?" She giggled, covering her mouth shyly.

"Yeah." He lifted up one of his scarves to her. "Here. Turn around."

Upon following directions, Yulissa found her vision suddenly obscured as Jimmy tied his scarf around her eyes. She felt his hands brace her arms firmly yet gently, nudging her forward as he instructed further. "Follow my lead."

Yulissa was guided down the corridor. She wracked her brain as much as she could but all she could think laid in that direction was a room in the house that had stayed empty but for a few of Jimmy's guitars. And though she felt she might have been mistaken, that seemed to be exactly where he was leading her for some reason. The way he gingerly brought her to a stop in the center of the room made her think some of his guitars indeed were in the room still.

"You ready for your surprise, darling?" Jimmy stunned her by how breathless with excitement he seemed to be.

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess. You certainly seem more than ready yourself."

"I am. You'll see why, love. I can't wait till you see why. And you will... In three... Two... One..." Jimmy carefully removed his scarf from her eyes & announced. "Go on, love. Open your eyes."

When Yulissa opened her eyes, she gasped. She indeed found herself in what she had once playfully termed "Guitar Storage Room #76" rotating the number with whatever number crossed her mind before. But that was not what had instigated her surprise. Instead, it was the room's transition. It had a completely new look. Though a few of the guitars still remained the room had transformed completely.

The walls, once creamy white & plain now were a mix of purples, pinks, oranges, blues and whites. Lush sea and sky scapes. One wall mimicked the early dawn. The next a crystal mid day. The third wall a soft dusky evening. The doorway behind her linked the evening to the morning in a lightening ombre with tiny stars dotting the entryway.

Inside the room against the "early day" wall, was a changing table & dresser set. The wall nearest the dresser held a large pink & peach seashell riding a cresting wave & opening towards the dresser & changing table to reveal a pale lavender white pearl. Jewels rose up from a chest underwater & scattered in the foamy sea water alongside flowers & equally scattered petals. Those were not the only flowers. The shell itself had a rose on one side of the mouth & a poppy on the other. Above the shell flew doves with a pale ribbon held between their beaks as if to hail the treasures below. The combination of the open treasure chest below, the doves & the bright light above all seemed to embrace both the seashell & the dresser & changer in front of it.

The midday wall held the sight of a grove by a lake in full abundance. Apples, oranges, lemons, peaches & grapes ripe for the picking. Baskets of roses all in bloom. Some fruit scattered the grounds along with flowers. All of this bathed in the starburst sky.

The dusky scene held a riverside scene. Something of a timelessness in it. A place in between time. In between places. Elements both of the Thames & the LA River after a good rain lay within. Hers & His. Up in the star dotted sky lay the brightest star, with a halo around it, floating in a sheer almost milky haze. Bringing with it hints of the galaxies above. Heavens. Eternity.

Yulissa was stunned into a tearful silence. The whole piece told a story in a blend of some of their favorite art styles. PreRaphaelitic & Post-Impressionist. With Italianate Renaissance touches to combine the two.

His study had Pre-Raphaelitic & early Victorian art mixed with the psychedelic artefacts of his youth. Her study had Impressionist Sargent & Mexican Muralist Kahlo art with Baroque Reubens touches.

This was the blending of the two. An expansion of the blending of their beloved art styles that lay in their bedroom. The ultimate expansion. All four elements. Earth, Air, Water & Fire. All five realms. Sky, sea, air, land & universe. The perfect & ultimate combination of the two of them. Just as their soon to be arriving, little one would be.

All that could be heard was her soft, shaky breath as she gazed from wall to wall, hands still covering her mouth.

When he asked. "Well, what do you think?" Her answer was simple. She turned & ran the few steps into his arms, hugging him tightly. He embraced her tenderly in return. His long arms holding her together when she fell apart.

"Yulissa... Darling..." He cooed, petting her hair & pressing a procession of sweet kisses to her temples. Just when she felt herself almost give herself to her tears entirely, she stepped back.

She made sure, however, to remain connected to Jimmy, pulling back, yet remaining with his hands clasped in hers. "Baby, this is gorgeous! Just gorgeous! How did you do this? How did you get all this done? Who did you hire? And what did you tell them to create this?"

"Oh, I have my ways..."

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☼☾ ( elle fanning , 26 , she/her , cis woman , lorraine 3 ) - have you seen GIZELLA SCHELLENBERG (NEE LORRAINE)? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re FORGIVING but also MOODY. when you think of them , you think of A PILE OF PINK PEARLS, A ROSE ON FIRE, AND RUFFLED SATIN SHEETS.

Basics:

NAME: Gizella Schellenberg TITLE: Queen of Liechtenstein AGE: 26 BIRTHDAY: June 23rd (Cancer) SEXUALITY: Heterosexual MARITAL STATUS: Married POSITIVE TRAITS: Forgiving, excitable, bubbly, fair. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Explosive, moody, tumultuous, provocative. HOBBIES: Playing violin, drawing, shopping, dancing FAMILY: Elias Schellenberg (husband), Ilyana Lorraine (sister), Barbra Lorraine (sister), Dorit Schellenberg (sister-in-law), Stefan Schellenberg (brother-in-law), Reuben Schellenberg (brother-in-law).

The Story:

As a child, Gizella was a beautiful baby, but oddly small and dainty looking. She hardly spoke a word, leaving her parents to fear she was to grow up mute or uncommunicative. It was easy to forget she was there as she played amongst her feather pillows and dolls in the shape of friendly animals. One day she'd learned to scribble on paper, drawing a beautiful pink flower that made her so happy she could scream. And so she did, she screamed at the top of her lungs and her family came rushing to her as though viewing her flower drawing was a matter of life or death. It was then she learned the power of her own cries. She cried for everything, but most of all, for attention. Once she'd grown, she'd finessed this habit to hers and used it as her key to happiness, to the point where she was entirely unconscious to it. Whenever she was unhappy, she would be the most unhappy person alive until she got what she wanted. A simple conversation with the princess would consist of an aggressively cheerful tone, followed by mentioning the person's name multiple times (as to help her remember it), immediately bursting into screams or tears when upset, only to lighten up again with the snap of her fingers. It was like being carried by the wind in a hurricane, talking to her. Often, she'd leave them speechless from not being entirely sure how to respond. Gizella arrived to French Court in the winter, covered in pink, her favorite color, wearing an engagement ring given to her by Elias (which she does not know is fake), her dreams all beginning to come true. It was only a short while before they were married at the French palace; a romantic setting. Before the late winter months, she was a mere duchess, but recently she has suddenly become a queen. It is a new power dynamic for her, but she is far too excited to discover what being a queen of an independent nation can do for her, especially the queen of a nation that is desperate need of money.

SIMILAR CHARACTERS: Barbie (Barbie), Catherine The Great (The Great), Eliza (Hamilton), London Tipton (Suite Life of Zack and Cody), Anna (Frozen), Anastasia (Cinderella).

ESTABLISHED PLOTS:

Elias Schellenberg. Husband. The Lorraine children were quite close to Schellenbergs of Liechtenstein, which is how Gizella met Elias. She was like a lost puppy chasing after a man who paid her little to no regard, one could even see the hearts pounding her eyes each time she came across him. As well known as she was for making a fuss when things didn't go her way, she refrained from making a fuss in front of him for fear of looking unattractive to him. It was torture, swallowing her cries down her throat, all the while growing more in love, for the man who made her laugh and enthralled her, and in hatred, for the man who refused to notice her. To impress him, she learned all that she could about royals so that she could look smart around him. Eventually, when the Schellenbergs needed a betrothal, Elias finally conceded and chose to marry Gizella.

Illyana Lorraine. Sister. A most beloved member of her family, one she gets into fights the least amount of times, though their contentious relationship does result in bouts of silence between them, there remains a forgiveness between them that can never be broken. Their relationship took quite a rocky turn when Elias's feelings for her became quite clear, and Gizella's heart broken into a thousand pieces. But now she is his wife, and the awkwardness remains between the sisters, scrambling to figure out how they can live with one another amidst all of these emotions.

Barbara Lorraine. Sister. Gizella has an interesting relationship with her sister. One minute they are happy as can be, shopping together and attending all the best soirées. The next, they are screaming at one another over something so silly. Though Barbara has a particular disdain for Gizella’s husband, she has held her tongue on how much it hurts to see them not get along. But it’s only a matter of time before the lid pops off from boiling too hot.

Reuben Schellenberg. Brother (in law). He affectionately calls himself her very own brother, which is exactly what she’s always wanted. Though he is possibly mocking her when he does so, he enjoys teasing her and mocking her, which she must take in stride. Now that she has won Elias’s heart, she can’t help but feel like an outsider in her own new family, and so she works tirelessly to make them happy, though they will never be happy with her. To Reuben, she is the very thing that stands in the way of freeing him the guilt of betraying his eldest sister, and the only person alive who can actually control him with money and politics. They have a contentious relationship, and Gizella thrives in getting him to do as she says.

Stefan Schellenberg. Brother (in law). Despite her other in-laws loathing her, Gizella has a sweet relationship with the middle child. They were dear friends as children, despite that he tried to flirt with her on different occasions until she'd confessed her love for his brother. She admires the way he works quietly, patiently lies in wait for his opportunities. It makes it easy for her to co. exist with him, therefore, she awards him with her favor.

Dorit Schellenberg. Adversary. She views Gizella as the only thing standing her way between her and her rightful crown, but she feels just as betrayed as Elias for her recklessness with her money. The last thing that can happen is the crown of Liechtenstein to fall upon her head, because then that would mean the end of her husband. Dorit must be stopped by any means necessary.

WC’S

LADIES. Friends!!! It doesn't have to be ladies in waiting, but it can also be other queens, princesses, etc. If anyone is brave enough to have fun with her and her insane personality, or at least brave enough to tolerate her, please let her be friends with them. It'll be easier if they don't upset her, that's for sure.

TO BE A QUEEN. She's overexcited about becoming a queen, but also has no idea where to start, so she needs HELP and is eager to learn and listen.

A FRIEND IN NEED. (see main) Gizella has been friends with these two people since she came of age. They are nobles from Hungary who absolutely adore her (because they’ve put up with her long enough that there’s no turning back now). They tried their hardest to prevent the marriage between Gizella and Elias, but once the contract was set, they gave up their efforts. Now they are friends with a queen, they may be excited by that, they may despair that this is too much power for her. Nevertheless, they want what’s best for her.

#muse ; 𝙂𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜 #francehq.intro

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