#anette stai

[dozydawn]

Vogue, November 1982. “The Ring Thing”

Photographed by Denis Piel.

Models: Elisabetta Ramella, Rosemary McGrotha, and Anette Stai.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue January 1982

Anette Stai wears a ruffled dress, with a tight bodice, in transparent and charmeuse black silk organdy (Taroni fabric) by Valentino. Location: Restaurant Le Train Bleu, Gare de Lyon, Paris.

Anette Stai porte une robe à volants, au corsage moulant, en organdi de soie noire transparente et charmeuse (tissu de Taroni) par Valentino. Lieu : Restaurant Le Train Bleu, Gare de Lyon, Paris.

Photo Arthur Elgort

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[zerox77660]

Anette Stai

[frogprincesnowglobe]

Fic where Wille never went to the club that night so he never got into the fight and thus never was sent to Hillerska. That means that Wille is still attending the public school and maybe still getting into trouble but not enough trouble to cause a real scandal or have his parents reassess what school he should be attending (and by this time it's too late in the year). So we have scenes of him at public school with his public school friends and at home with his parents eating dinner and playing video games. Erik never dies because his brother is home and he spends more time with him. But of course, one day he meets Simon. Maybe August asks Erik if he can stay with him parents weekend because he's been arguing with his mother over the school tuition. And Erik says "Lillebror you need to get out. Let's go pick up August." So they head off in Erik's sports car and they go a little too fast---but not too fast. Just fast enough to get there when people are still there. When Simon is still there. Or maybe they even get there on parent's day. Anette Lilja could never say no to such a prestigious alumni as the Crown Prince. And that's when they meet, after locking eyes when the choir sings. And August is unkind about this non-res boy and Simon is bewildered as to why a literal prince is talking to him, and Erik is amused. But Wille is absolutely intrigued and so so interested in finding out about this boy with big doe eyes and curly hair and he swears he could hear this boys voice rising above the others when they sang. And maybe just maybe this makes him reassess what he wants and what he needs, maybe it makes him ask his mama if it's too late for him to attend Hillerska next semester or next year, and Kristina raises an eyebrow and makes a comment about how visiting the school and his cousin must have been good for him. He had had to fight his mama to go to public school and feel normal but now he's totally reavaluating what normal could be, and all because of a chance meeting with a boy like none of the others. And this is where their love story begins.

[withlovelunette]

Animal Arbiter (WIP)

— A Folk-horror Novella

Genre: Gothic folk-horror with mystery elements.

Setting: Mid 1970s in the Norwegian countryside.

Summary: In hopes of escaping her burdens at home and to earn some money, Nora Gaarder decides to spend her summer out in the countryside to babysit a younger girl. During her stay, Nora begins to uncover the history that haunts the local community, and her desperation to find the truth whilst ignoring her own past soon develops into an obsession.

Themes: Paranoia, gradual descent into madness, the beauty and horrors of (human) nature, existentialism, surrealism, feminine rage.

Introduction & Context

Animal Arbiter is a novella that borrows elements from the folk-horror and mystery genre! It started out as a short story, but I've decided to expand upon it into a longer format. The themes and setting are very much inspired by my own childhood fears and experiences, as well as various folktales and stories that I grew up with. You can find a short excerpt from this story here!

Inspirations & Vibes

Slaughtered animals, stench of freshly caught fish, bathing in lakes in the early mornings, violent river streams, picking wild strawberries to create berry jam, walking barefoot in damp grass and wildflowers, old wooden cabins in lush forests, rotten meat, scraped knees, rural communities, nostalgia, sun that never sets during summer.

Main Character

Nora Gaarder (20) she/her

Reserved, a bit cocky. Tired of everything and everyone, definitely running away from something. Horrible when dealing with people, incredibly snarky and judgmental in her head.

Anette Due (14) she/her

Deemed the community's sweetheart and she definitely abuses it sometimes. Surprisingly shrewd and emotionally intelligent. She's like the sun to Nora's moon.

Please keep in mind that this wip will likely include themes which some may find disturbing such as animal violence, insanity, blood and gore, animalistic behaviour, birth and sensitive topics. Prioritise your own comfort!

✦ If you’d like to be added to a tag list for future writing updates/excerpts, please let me know! 

Story Tag; #animal arbiter

[dpsisquared]

I am completely sure that all the blue lions had each at least a -not so subtle- try to make their beloved feral racoon of a prince to get a shower while he was at the cathedral.

All from: gentle nudging (Mercedes), accidentally dropping a bucket of water on him (Anette... which was actually accidental), a brand new water spell (Constance), to almost pushing him to the pond (Felix... Silvain stopped him).

I feel like the pond scum would make things even worse. And Annette is hilarious.

I read a fic where Dimitri uses the baths when everyone goes to sleep, giving the reason that he's not gonna miss out on his revenge because of some stupid infection, and I have kind of adopted that hc. Like, how long can slaughtering an entire imperial camp take? A few hours? And we know he doesn't sleep so that's a lot of time to kill. So figure another couple hours for looting corpses, eating the bare minimum to stay alive, weapon maintenance, and ghost guilt sessions... He's got the time to dunk himself in a river on a semi regular basis.

[black-arcana]

Former NIGHTWISH Vocalist ANETTE OLZON Releases Music Video For New Solo Single 'Hear My Song'

Anette Olzon, the former powerhouse vocalist of NIGHTWISH and one half of the dynamic duo behind THE DARK ELEMENT alongside former SONATA ARCTICA guitarist Jani Liimatainen, has released the official music video for her new solo single, "Hear My Song". It is taken from her third solo album, "Rapture", which is being released today (Friday, May 10) via Frontiers Music Srl.

Set to captivate audiences worldwide, "Rapture" promises to deliver an electrifying blend of heavy melodies and soaring vocals that solidify Olzon's esteemed status as one of the premier female voices in the metal genre.

Following in the footsteps of her critically acclaimed second solo album, "Strong", Anette once again teams up with acclaimed Swedish guitarist and producer Magnus Karlsson to craft a musical experience that pushes boundaries and excites the senses. Together, they have curated a collection of songs that showcase Anette's unparalleled vocal range, complemented by Karlsson's masterful riffs and the addition of growls by Johan Husgafvel, adding a dynamic layer to the album's sound.

"Rapture" seamlessly navigates through various musical genres, from symphonic to melodic power metal, with hints of melo-death, while maintaining an irresistibly catchy and melodious essence. Olzon's performance on this album is her most versatile yet, proving her ability to evolve and innovate while staying true to her signature style.

Renowned mixer Jacob Hansen, known for his work with PRETTY MAIDS, VOLBEAT and THE DARK ELEMENT, returns to the fold to ensure that "Rapture" achieves the perfect balance between heaviness and hookiness, resulting in an album that is both impactful and memorable.

"Rapture" is set to unleash its sonic fury upon the world, cementing Olzon's status as a force to be reckoned with in the metal music scene. Prepare to be swept away by the sheer power and beauty of Anette Olzon's "Rapture".

"Rapture" track listing:

01. Heed The Call 02. Rapture 03. Day Of Wrath 04. Requiem 05. Arise 06. Take A Stand 07. Cast Evil Out 08. Greedy World 09. Hear My Song 10. Head Up High 11. We Search For Peace

Recording linup:

Anette Olzon - Vocals Magnus Karlsson - Guitar, Bass, Keyboards Anders Köllerfors - Drums Johan Husgafvel - Growls

The Swedish-born singer originally joined NIGHTWISH in 2007 and recorded two studio LPs with the band before being dismissed in 2012 in the middle of the group's North American tour. She was replaced by former AFTER FOREVER frontwoman Floor Jansen.

Olzon reflected on her time with NIGHTWISH in a 2021 interview with Finland's Chaoszine. Asked how she looks back on the entire five-year experience, she said: "Well, it's mixed emotions. It was a hell of a ride. You know how it was with the media in Finland. And for me, I didn't understand what was happening because I didn't know how big the band was, since I don't live in Finland. So it was really fun the first years with everything and also crazy. I wasn't home a lot. They did their heaviest touring when I joined. All of a sudden, they wanted to do so many long weeks [on the road]. I remember just that I had a five-year-old son [and] I came home after five weeks. I was home one week. I didn't almost have time to unpack my bags before I went off again for four weeks. So I don't remember everything, to be honest. There are so many things that I don't remember. And also, of course, the last years where it wasn't such a nice atmosphere between us. And I had my third child, and things happened.

"So I remember it both with really happy, happy feelings, but also with very, very negative and sad feelings," she explained. "But, of course, it was an amazing experience, and it was my dream that came true to be a full-time singer in an amazing big band. And they are a super-good band. So I bless the albums that we did and will always cherish that time, of course."

Not long after Olzon was fired from NIGHTWISH 11 years ago, she claimed that an argument arose between her and NIGHTWISH when she asked for an Australian tour to be postponed during her pregnancy. Keyboardist Tuomas Holopainen suggested that Jansen should front the band on a temporary basis, but Olzon said no.

Anette explained in a 2014 interview: "I would have been too pregnant to go to Australia, so I wanted to push the dates back, but Tuomas didn't want that. Discussions about a substitute came up, and at first, I was, like, 'Yeah, well, okay.' But when they mentioned Floor, it was an automatic 'no' from me. I didn't think it was a good idea, because I knew what would happen — I knew the fans would love Floor, because she's a metal singer and I'm a pop singer, and I wanted to keep my job."

A year after NIGHTWISH fired Olzon, the band released a statement denying that she was dismissed because of pregnancy or illness. "We discovered her personality didn't fit this work community, and was even detrimental to it," the group said. NIGHTWISH went on to say that Anette was initially receptive to the idea of hiring a temporary replacement if she couldn't "manage everything," but that she later "took back her decision, and the difficulties really started. Fear of losing money and position seemed obvious." The band also insisted that "Anette and her company" were "paid a fifth of everything that was done during her time" with NIGHTWISH.

Since the end of her stint with NIGHTWISH, Olzon also formed THE DARK ELEMENT with Liimatainen. The group's self-titled debut album was released in 2017; a follow-up, "Songs The Night Sings", came out in 2019.

Olzon and noted progressive metal vocalist Russell Allen (SYMPHONY X, ADRENALINE MOB) released a collaborative album titled "Worlds Apart" in March 2020 via Frontiers Music Srl. The project was issued under the moniker ALLEN/OLZON. A follow-up album, "Army Of Dreamers", arrived in 2022.

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 40: Gifts

It had been just under a month since I had bonded with Uroboros. The undying Hadean-level heat finally died down about a week ago and Albert's touch stopped feeling like in inside walls of a walk-in freezer.

He had taken to the Angelis virus perfectly hardly any changes except his skin tone was just a tad paler and his hair was slightly brighter as well. He stood on the balcony of our apartment. With a book in his hand, he stood out looking at the horizon. 

I sighed, I looked over at the calendar noticing the date. It was the twenty-fifth, back before we had taken our separate routes we had spent this day in the past with William and his family. My after my mother passed Chris and Claire busied themselves with either volunteer work or staying on their military base around the holidays.

Albert walked in and saw my cloudy eyes. He places his book on the left-hand side table and walks to the closet.

"I have something for you dearheart." He said walking over to the wall away from the bathroom door. He removed his glove and pressed his wedding ring on the black pad attached to the wall. A secret panel was unlatched and opened up.

"These are some relics from our past I couldn't just let go of. I was planning on giving you this sooner but your body was so hot from binding with Uroboros that I decided it was a better idea to wait. There is also something I couldn't risk Sergei taking after you told me how much it meant to you." He said pulling out a small old fruit-patterned suitcase that we had bought for our honeymoon tour of the Mediterranean.

"Wow! Now that old thing brings back some memories!" I chuckle my eyes brightening a bit at the sight of that.

He set it on the bed and unzipped the old case. The zipper broke off from the track likely due to the lack of use from over the years. Rust is prevalent on the zipper. He pulls out a box wrapped in a plastic bag. He removed the broken suitcase from my sight more than likely in the kitchen. When he walked back in he smiled and removed his sunglasses setting them on top of his book.

"Go ahead open up the package, my lotus." He said sitting next to me on the bed.

With a smile and a sigh, I ripped open the vacuum-sealed bag. Upon pulling out the box I noticed it had a familiar scent to it. It reminded me of our bedroom back in Raccoon City.

I opened the top and nearly cried when I pulled it away. It was our old sky blue and gold cotton comforter. William and Anette had bought it for us for our wedding. It was in just as good shape as the last day Albert and I had slept under it. I stuck my hands into the soft slightly scratchy only to find an even more scratchy material.

"What's this?" I ask slowly pulling out a neatly folded light yellow knitted square. At the moment I saw it, my heart nearly stopped. Yet another item I had thought Sergei destroyed. It was the baby blanket my great-aunt on my mother's side had knitted for me as a baby. I kept it with me even when I went to the Umbrella management training facility. Anette found the fact I kept a hold of it weird but Wesk never did.

"I still remember the day you told me about it, dearheart." He said removing the box and bag from the bed while pulling me and the blankets up to his chest, "The day that one girl tripped you down the stairs and you ended up breaking Marcus's favorite vase. He gave you the worst verbal lashing anyone there had seen. We were just friends at the time but I knew I had to do something."

Tears dripped down my eyes, "Yeah, I heard you told Marcus what had happened.  While I was let go from being sent on dish duty I still remember that bitch being there until she snuck into the leech lab." I said with a sigh bringing up the small knitted blanket to my face.

"I meant when I came to your dorm that night. You were sobbing and holding that blanket up to your lovely face much like you are doing right now. Do you remember what I said to you when you told me it was your baby blanket?" He asked stroking my hair and placing it behind my ear.

I had to think for a moment but slowly the memory haze cleared away and that moment became recognizable again, "How could I not? We shared our first kiss just after you had told me. You said 'Tabitha, it is okay to hold on to the past. We need the past to make a stronger better future. I don't think having a cherished item holds you back but rather it helps move you forward.'"

I looked up at Albert to see a nostalgic smile gracing his lips, "And that is when you planted a small kiss on my lips. It stunned me that you would be so bold as you were very much sheltered by your family."

"Yeah well, I have you still even after all the time apart, we fit together like gears in a clock," I whispered kissing the shell of his ear.

"Given the date, I do have something else for you my precious lotus," Albert said but I pressed my right index finger to his lips.

"And I have something for you as well my treasure but this is not the place. If you would please follow me." I said as my comms choker vibrated.

"Pheonix here," I answered.

"What is taking you so long? I had everything set up like thirty minutes ago and you know I don't like waiting," Gale said in a grumpy voice.

"I was just heading down with him now," I answered clicking off my comm, "Grab what you got me, and let's go."

Albert just shook his head and walked over to the secret panel closet. He grabbed a black large attache case that had two fairly durable locks on it. I smile walking over to my closet. I put on a flowy blue and white dress that covers my feet along with white flats.  I pulled out a snowflake necklace that I had stashed in my pack when I first got captured by Albert.

"Who's necklace is that my lotus?" He asked looking at me in the mirror.

"It was Alistar's. I sent her family this pendant in ninety- two when I was on the run from Umbrella with our second child. She was wearing it the day she died." I said hugging Wesk as he held the white sapphire snowflake in his hand.

"She would have reminded you of a snow-white lily, she was so pure and innocent. Even stained in blood she was as innocent as a turtle dove." I whisper as I head towards our private elevator.

"Wasn't that the name you had chosen for her if you had kept her?" He asked as he grabbed his trench coat from the coat rack in our kitchen.

I smiled and gently brushed the falling strands of hair out of his face, "I'm surprised you remember that."

"Of course, I would dearheart. She was our first after all." He called the elevator and we got on soon after. Albert brushed his hand against my own. He wasn't wearing his gloves for once. His face while stoic radiated an air of serene peace.

"Something caught your eye dearheart?" He smirked turning towards me.

I smiled, "Just you, my god."

He laughed as he pulled me close and kissed my neck, "You are so precious to me, my lotus. I never wish to lose you."

"Merry Christmas Albert," I whispered.

"Merry Christmas Tabitha." He said into my neck.

The elevator door opened and Jill was waiting for us. She was wearing a red sweater with a green overcoat and white leggings. She greeted us with a smile on her face. She wasn't acting I noticed.

"Come on you two. We were waiting for you." She giggled and took the weapon case from Wesker. She started to walk towards the library as Albert had a confused look on his face.

"We? Who did you gather? Excella is not here and most of the staff are B.O.Ws." Albert asked.

"Just some people that matter to us, well more me but you need to expand your horizons my treasure. Some social interaction would be good for you." I said as we arrived at the massive library.

Jill scanned my keycard and the sliding steel door opened revealing a small festive gathering. Gale sitting on a leather sofa next to an ornately decorated Christmas tree. Arjuna standing at the gift table. Steve and Nighthawk are drinking cider next to the fireplace. Irving was drunk and talking to a column.

Jill dropped the black attache case off at the table and then sat down next to Gale, kissing him on the cheek. A light blush grew on his face as he sipped at his vodka cranberry. Jill just chuckled taking a glass of French champagne.

I smiled up at Albert who looked stunned at the small gathering. He shook his head slightly and then looked down at me with the smallest smile I'd seen from him. Clearly trying to hide some emotion.

"However did you plan this without my knowledge dearheart? I'm awake nearly twenty-four-seven save for the times I rest next to you for a few hours. Even then you are normally by my side so how?" He purred in my ear.

"Simple, I did it the same way I'm planning our vow renewal. Alistar programmed White Queen to manage Pheonix Corps. in my absence. That included charity balls and galas as well as small parties for the facility. To do it without you noticing all I had to do was keep an eye on you, my love, and turn up the charm a bit.

Albert chuckled, "You would be an amazing field operative if I were to ever need one but I will tell you this I had planned on at least bringing out Archer for the holidays."

I burst out laughing happily, "That explains why he said that this co aligns with his plans. But at minimum, I'm twice the agent than Ms. Wong is."

"Indeed you are." He said pulling me close.

Albert and I kissed. He walked over to the black leather armchair and grabbed a bottle of Johnnie's blue label. He poured himself a glass on the rocks and relaxed on the chair.

Arjuna walked up and hugged me. He was in his Phoenix Corps. management attire. I was happy he was able to come normally I had the lodge running over Christmas but this year I wanted to give my employees time with their families.

"It's good to see you, Tabitha" Arjuna said with a smile his hair back to being a solid black.

"And it is great to see you, my dear. How are things at home?" I asked floofing his silky hair.

"Things are running smoothly. Billy has taken up more of a managerial role and is the one in charge while I am away. I also brought a batch of viral stabilizing pills and activators just in case you ran out of stock." He smiled and walked toward the grand piano in the center of the room.

I watched as Albert stood up as well and joined him.

"Do you know how to play Arjuna?" Albert asked as he sat down on the bench, his glass of high-quality scotch in hand.

"Yes, it just has been a while, sir," Arjuna said with a slight bow.

"No need for such formality with me, your mother is my wife, and while we haven't bonded in the little time we have had. I do care for you." Wesker said motioning for him to sit next to him.

"Thank you, but still I will address you as sir till I feel comfortable around you," Arjuna said sitting next to him.

"Understandable, now do you know how to play any Christmas music?" Albert asked and Arjuna reluctantly shook his head no.

"I only know a partial of Carol of the Bells. The only song I really know is Moonlight Sonata I learned it for Tabitha."  Juna said earning a chuckle from Wesker.

"Her favorite classical piece. Then take the lead," Wesker said taking a sip of his scotch.

Arjuna started to play and then Albert followed suit. The music of the grand piano danced through the air. The sound sends shivers down my spine. Two of my favorite men playing one of my favorite classical pieces. I couldn't help but smile not letting the negative thoughts of Umbrella ruin this lovely moment.

Jill and Gale kind of cringed at the memories this song brought up. Yet the memories of the mansion incident seemed so far away to me.

"Even after everything that's happened, I can't help but feel nostalgic when I hear this song." I sigh walking up behind my two lovely men.

When they finished playing I pulled them into a warm embrace, "You both were amazing."

"Thanks, ma I enjoyed myself." Arjuna smiled standing up from the piano.

"Tabitha dearheart, I do believe people are ready to exchange gifts," Albert said taking a sip of his scotch. I knew this was difficult for him. He had so many unresolved traumas from the holidays. I was working through them the last few years before the mansion incident. Namely in S.T.A.R.S. but those are memories for another time.

"I'll help pass out the presents then," I said as Jill and Steve walked up to help me.

"Let me do the heavy lifting! Steve said quickly taking the heavy boxes.

"Whoa! OK! Seesh! CALM down, Steve." Me and Jill laughed as I grabbed Albert's presents from the table where they were stashed.

The sorting went swiftly and easily. Not to my surprise Jill and I had the most gifts. She had about two more than me, I would say.

"Alrighty, ladies first," Irving laughed and I rolled my eyes smiling as Jill opened a blue and silver box.

"I wonder who this is from... T." She jeered with a smirk.

I simply stuck out my tongue and Albert rolled his eyes sipping his drink. I doubted he'd get drunk but it was nice for there to be similarities to the past.

Jill smiled as she pulled out a lockpick set that had blue grips and a star on the end of the handle.

"These are nice T. Thank you." Jill smiled setting the case down.

"Now it's your turn boss lady," Gale said his hair slicked back, "the black and red box is from me open it."

"Alright, thanks, Gale." I smiled opening the box, and a gentle smile graced my lips, "These are nice, Gale. Are they corrective?"

"Same prescription and same color just stronger and less likely to fall off your face when in combat," Gale said kissing Jill on the cheek.

I pulled out the black pair of shades with purple lenses. There was an etching of a silver phoenix on the arms. I slide them on and the bright lights dim. The subtle headache that was growing quickly faded.

Quickly we went through the gifts. There was a wide variety of objects were given. From Wesker receiving a watch from Nighthawk and Arjuna. Arjuna finally told us that they were together and had just celebrated their six-month anniversary. I felt proud they had the confidence to tell us.

Irving got a couple of nice dress shirts and a decent-sized leather briefcase. Steve was hard to shop for but was still a kid so I got him a new deck of cards and a guitar similar to Chris's old acoustic one. Gale and Jill exchanged the most gifts with each other. They were mostly small bits and bobs but they had one gift each that they had put work into. Jill got Gale a necklace that matched hers.

"Something is written on it," Gale asked looking at the back of the pendant, "My sniper."

"Something to remind you of me when we are apart," Jill said smiling.

"We had the same idea then, " Gale said as Jill opened her black and red box.

Jill pulled out a leather bracelet that had a gold plate on the front with a lock pick etched into it, "I'm giving you the key to my heart Jill, like I should have when we were in S.T.A.R.S."  Gale smiled.

They hugged and gently kissed each other. When they did, I snuggled into Wesker's chest on the leather couch. I handed Albert a manilla envelope. He looked confused as he sat up and opened it. He pulled out pictures of a young man who was sixteen at this time. He had red-brown hair similar to Claire's and Albert's stormy blue eyes.

"I don't understand dearheart. Who is this young man?" Albert asked stroking my hair gently.

"One of my old contacts, the man who trained me. Hunk was his codename. I had him do some searching as a favor. The name of the lady who I left our son with was Reina Mueller. She was a dear friend of mine. That young man is her only child, the one she adopted in ninety-two. That young man is currently being trained as a Merc. He is being trained by the Grim Reaper himself. That young man's name is Jake Mueller." I said taking a glass of sparkling pear cider from a nearby table, "That's our son, Albert. I know we have that mission in Europe coming up. After we had completed it, I found some lodging. I booked it with Pheonix Corps. Resources and we are attending his mother's funeral. She died of a rare form of lymphoma. We are going to meet Jake."

"You have been quite busy dear lotus. I'm afraid my gift pales in comparison." Albert said unlocking the weapon case in front of me.

"I doubt that my love.  You know I'd cherish anything you'd give me. " I kiss Albert's cheek in a gentle manner

"I know dearheart. I just like making you say that." Albert smirked pulling out a fifty-cal-looking rifle decorated in black snake scale. The scope could switch between thermal, night vision, and regular sights, "I call this rifle scorpion. It can be charged by your electrical prowess. It is semi-automatic and fully modded for maximum damage. It's also lightweight and compact with minimum recoil. It's an anti-B.O.W. gun."

"I love it Wesk. I was always a lock-on kind of gal, not a spread-spray-and-pray kind." I joked around but it was a seriously nice sniper rifle, "Looks like I may be retiring my bow here soon."

"Alright I do believe that is all the presents let's start to pack it in and..." Arjuna started to say when Steve walked up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Not quite arjuna I still have one gift left and it's for Wesker and Tabitha." He smiled.

"Well, what is it, Steve?" I asked curiously very much confused.

There were no more boxes or envelopes.  So what gift did he have for us? I glanced up at Albert. He wore his usual stoic expression but there was curiosity in his eyes.

Steve pulled out his laptop and went into the medical records portion of the U.M.F.014. White Queen appeared on his screen and smiled.

"Greetings Dr. Burnside, would you like to continue where we were last viewing?" She asked.

"Yes, I would White Queen and blow the image to full-screen," Steve said handing me and Albert the laptop as an image of an ultrasound was pulled up.

"I ran your blood work when you came in to see if you and Uroboros were properly bonded. while that came out with resounding positivity another thing came up. By the time I returned to my office, you were asleep pretty heavily on the medical bed. So I had to check the results and this is what I found." Steve said as tears started to well up in my eyes.

There were three small shapes hugging the walls of my womb. How far along was I? Albert held me close I felt his smile in my hair. We were pregnant and we were going to have triplets. This explained the bouts of nausea I had been having and the extreme exhaustion.

"From my knowledge based on the blood tests and the ultrasound, you are about six to seven weeks along. It seems you have succeeded in your side project." Steve smiled closing the laptop.

"Well, I'll be damned! Congratulations you two. Looks like I get to be a cool uncle after all." Gale laughed kissing Jill.

I started laughing as well pressing my cheek into Albert's chest. Parents, we would be parents.  Tears streamed down my face.

"Tabitha my dear lotus, this is the best Christmas I have had, and something tells me the next ones will just be even better," Albert said kissing me.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" I shouted out and smiled brightly.

This has been one hell of a year.

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here and Merry Christmas to all. Spend time with your loved ones and enjoy them. I'll be on a brief holiday till the new year so I can spend some much-needed time with my partners (I'm in a trouple ^^) and I love all of ya'll. My name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away.

[potionboy3]

If they had a kid: Maritza & Linus and/or Julian & Minerva Kennedy, please?

name: marinus sullivan

gender: male

general appearence: slim, curly haired, has venezuelan roots like his mother

personality: friendly and social but a bit shy, dreamy

special talents: loves astronomy and singing

who they like better: likes both of his parents equally but opens up more to maritza

who they take after more: maritza

personal headcanon: lives head in the clouds and likes to stay away from trouble. he wants to help people but he's still on the way of finding his own courage. (if he would to attend hogwarts he would be in gryffindor, but since neither of his parents did, i dont know if he would go there either)

face claim: omar rudberg

name: anette kennedy

gender: female

general appearence: pale, blue Eyes, dark hair and gentle smile

personality: smart, loud, stubborn, witty and a little bit snobby

special talents: likes to dance and reads a lot

who they like better: julian because he spoils her

who they take after more: minerva

personal headcanon: she gets annoyed easily and hides more gentle feelings from other people, she's good at school and was sorted into ravenclaw, she grows more gentle with age. (julian would take minerva's last name in this case and anette would also be a kennedy)

face claim: madison davenport

[fontainegirl]

* ◟ : 〔 ANYA TAYLOR-JOY, NONBINARY + SHE / THEY 〕 OPAL FONTAINE , some say you’re a TWENTY SEVEN YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both DRIVEN and CONFRONTATIONAL, one can’t help but think of MERMAIDS by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE when you walk by. are you still an ASSOCIATE / HEADLINE PERFORMER for THE BURNING GODS / OLD WORLD CASINO, even with your reputation as THE STAR? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LIMBS THAT APPEAR TRANSLUCENT IN CERTAIN LIGHTING, A FAMILIAR FACE HIDDEN BEHIND A MASK, DRESSES MADE FROM BLOOD DIAMONDS, although we can’t help but think of OPHELIA (HAMLET) + AVA (EX-MACHINA) + LIZZY WIZZY (CYBERPUNK 2077) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FULL NAME: Opal Anette Fontaine NICKNAME(S): Opie, Anette AGE: Twenty-Seven GENDER: Nonbinary PRONOUNS: She/They BIRTHPLACE: Paris, France OCCUPATION: Headline Performer & Model GANG AFFILIATION: Associate of Burning Gods FC: Anya Taylor Joy

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOUR: Dyed platinum blonde, originally dark brown. EYE COLOUR: Brown HEIGHT: 5”7 PIERCINGS?:Both ears. TATTOOS: None.

TRAITS

POSITIVE: Driven, Honest, Independent NEGATIVE: Confrontational, Secretive, Spoiled

BACKGROUND

TW gore, body mutilation, body issues,underage drinking, drugs, 

She remembers very little of her past, only what they’ve been re-taught by others. Opal has been in the spotlight since childhood - there are magazines and ads that show them as a child, be it for clothing or toys or jewelry, an accessory for their mother, the actress Brigette Fontaine. That is obvious, something that can be physically seen and understood, and with it comes very vague memories; Opal can remember being painted for pageants, can remember their mother smacking her chubby baby thighs and encouraging them to spit-take the sweets they chewed. Who’s papa? There are photos around their grand parisian home, a stern looking man with a cold gaze, a man who prioritizes work over family and is disappointed that Opal is not a man. When he has a son with another woman, there is a complete disappearance of him from her life.

They didn’t stay in Paris because now she’s in New York, a singer in a casino. America held better studios, better make-up and record companies that Opal could be thrown at. A few minor roles, nothing serious, teenage years spent on sitcoms as the ditzy french best friend, accent thick and played for laughs in front of a live studio audience. There is always a sense of discomfort for Opal when they watch these, as if it wasn’t a happy time, makes her skin crawl. Something bad happened, she cannot recall what. Parties came next, underaged in nightclubs and bars just barely 18 when pictures started showing up in papers of her in various states. Boyfriends twice her age, men with children younger than her taking her out to dinner. There are articles online Opal has read, comments still available after all these years. 

The accident was terrible. Still, nobody knows how it came about - did Brigette owe money? The former actress had been taking out loans to fuel an addiction to surgery and opioids. Or was it the absent father? Involved with arms dealings with Chinese triads and Saudi prince’s that had gone horribly wrong? Or was it Opal themselves? Drunk behind the wheel? Nobody knows, only the outcome is fact; that legally, Opal Fontaine should be dead. Two limbs crushed to a bloody pulp, spine cracked, blood spilling from her ears. And yet - she isn’t. Half of their body has become meshed with robotics, Opal a picture of modern cybernetic enhancements and what they can do. There was a price to it all, for stuff like that doesn’t come for free.

Brigette Fontaine dead, aged 58, overdose. All that debt is piled onto Opal who learns that their life was paid for with dirty money, an arrangement with a local gang Burning Gods. It was transferred to her, now a headline singer at Old World Casino, a shadow of who they were prior to the accident.

OTHER

Got a job at Old World Casino due to nepotism but is actually a good singer.

Hasn’t seen her younger half-brother before.

They have cybernetic enhancements, as their right leg and arm had to be completely replaced following the accident. Part of the spinal cord is also synthetic. These enhancements, particularly the one of their right hand, have allowed her to become oddly good with computers. 

Though in debt to the Burning Gods, she also works off some of that via doing a little hacking which is why her associate status isn’t chosen but almost contractual.

Still models occasionally for magazines. Their most recent one is becoming the face of Hi-Chew in America.

Speaks French, English and Korean.

Legally dead for 30 minutes.

Sells feet pics online.

Kind of a huge bitch actually.

The accident was about 5 years ago.

[dozydawn]

Richard Warren, 1982.

Model: Anette Stai.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue January 1983

Anette Stai wears a short beltable top from Jean Muir in the softest black leather, with loose bell sleeves, a simple rounded collar. And a belt with a silver buckle, a black straight skirt. Garren hair, Alberto Fava makeup.

Anette Stai porte un petit haut pouvant être ceinturé, de Jean Muir dans le cuir noir le plus doux, avec des manches cloche amples, un col arrondi simple. Et une ceinture à boucle argentée, une jupe droite noire. Coiffure Garren, maquillage Alberto Fava.

Photo Arthur Elgort vogue archive

[umitvar]

{ alisha boe, 28, demi female, she/them } we are so glad to see you safe, CROWN PRINCESS ANETTE OLDENBURG of NORWAY! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are SHARP and OBSERVANT enough to handle it. just don’t let your DETACHEDNESS bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU ARE A HIDDEN BENEFACTOR, SECRETLY PAYING OTHERS TO LEARN SECRETS.

BIOGRAPHY

you are quiet. you are a pair of eyes always watching, taking every little detail in. information is everything to you, for you cannot afford to get caught unprepared a second time.

you take in the threads on the clothes of the ambassador sent to your attention, the state of the paper that's held in their calloused hands. how the sigil is pressed onto the paper, wax having dripped and then dried down.

you watch the maids that come and leave, the cooks, the guards. you do what you must do with calculated ease and decorum, yet in your head, you calculate the next move. when to push your bishop, and when to protect your king.

you wait for your rightful place on the throne. it is coming. you will do what you must to be prepared for everything and more. this is what you were born for, and you believe you deserve it. you deserve to rule, and you will do it well.

-

anette is the oldest child of the oldenburg family, born and raised as a royal through and through. many call her the perfect example of a princess, and many others, when not within her earshot, liken her to an emotionless statue. there are more colorful terms that have reached her ears, but she carefully listens. not the one to act out at the simplest glimpse of disrespect, she calculates, thinking of a step ahead. from a young age, anette is taught that this is a cutthroat world, and for a while, she is arrogant enough to believe she is prepared for it all.

until — her father disappears. leaving behind that god-awful letter that throws everything off balance. for the first time, anette has trouble schooling her expression. asks everyone to leave, with only the most trusted ones left behind. she reads it, over and over again. then once more. mulls over it in the middle of the night, in the morning, trying to find a secret message, anything to make some sort of sense out of it. she can't. something bitter swims in her stomach, and she tries to push down the worry she feels for her father. thinking he must have planned for all of this. and that he never thought to tell her at all.

it's up to her to sort out this mess, and it's all a very precarious game of tightrope. in the past three years, she has managed to set out an intelligence network of her own. paying those with specific sets of skills, for more knowledge, and for more secrets. her quiet eyes also watch a figure, and anette's reason for her sponsorship lies less with her agenda to rise to the throne, but how she is so intrigued by her person. she keeps this close to her heart, and pretends she has nothing to do with it all.

information keeps flowing in. the news of her father returning reaches her ears — and for the second time, it is quite the shock. her advisors tell her that maybe, she will get the answers she needs. beneath the hurt, there is worry, and relief — and then the reality of all that happened hits. she does not trust her advisors in this very instance. deep down, anette has an inkling this is going to make everything more complicated.

[romor]

As a Nightwish fan I've seen a lot of drama but one thing I am tired of (besides the obvious who is the better singer argument) is this idea that Tuomas is the problem.

For sure that man isn't perfect but Tarja was to blame for getting fired , it was the band as a whole that you can blame for the way it was done. That's it. Annette is a little trickier but it wasn't Tuomas alone.

Tarja never meant to stay in Nightwish as long as she did, from the beginning she considered herself a guest singer (to an extent at least). She always wanted a solo career, it was to the point that once Marco joined the band she sat down the band and said that Century Child would be her last album with the band. I also believe she never had the commitment the others did towards the band, and it is very clear that at the point that the other band members were prioritizing the band (century child and once) Tarja's priorities had shifted. I've also heard about the argument they had in which Tarja said "I can leave any time I want to." Well after that comment how were the rest of the members supposed to communicate with her openly? They no longer could, too afraid of her actually walking out. She closed the door, was she a diva as they accused? Maybe not, but that's how her actions were interpreted and it doesn't matter how we mean to say things it matters how they are perceived. The fact is the band always had bad communication, but Tarja's actions made it so that they could no longer communicate with her.

As for Anette I don't blame Tuomas, I blame the band as a whole. They didn't protect her as they should have, they saw she wasn't welcomed into the band and didn't do anything about it. None of them ever stood up for her, they put her into the band with no real preparation. Which from Anette's perspective is crazy because if they can fire Tarja (loved by fans), then they can fire her much more easily. They never let her feel comfortable in the role of lead singer, which is why she was so protective of it (remember that show where she was sick in the hospital). I've always thought that with Anette it was a lot of emotions flying from both sides, the guys say they didn't fire her (i dont remember where i read this), but she says they did. To me that means it was completely in a moment of anger from both parties.

Like yeah Tuomas isn't perfect but saying that he alone is the problem is wrong. Nightwish vs Tarja was a result of the breakdown of communication. Nightwish vs Anette was a result of them failing to protect her.

[rotten-downer]

I don't know why but my brainrot wanted to do what my OCs' relationship with canon characters is like, so I decided to start with the main three. If you guys wanna know how my OCs are with a certain character, please don't hesitate to let me know!

How my characters feel about...Arthur Hastings!

HORUS HUNT

Horus only really knows of Arthur from what Sally has told him. He's very wary of Arthur and often warns Sally to be careful around him.

JONATHAN WESLEY

Jonathan doesn't really know Arthur now, but he knew Percy pretty well since Johnny and Percy were around the same age. He used to get on pretty well with Arthur too.

VINCENT MORRIS

Vincent never knew Arthur, only knows him from when Arthur confronted Dr. Verloc.

AUDREY WESLEY

Audrey was in the same grade as Sally and Arthur. She never much liked Arthur because she felt like Sally could do much better than him.

BILLY MORRIS

Billy has never met Arthur except maybe in passing in town.

OPHELIA SPRINGS

Ophelia knew of him when she was a kid, and she saw him when he snuck into the Reform Club, but she hasn't really interacted much with him. She knew of his father, however, and stayed clear of the Hastings house due to how his father would look at her.

ANETTE THOMPSIN

Anette knew of him when they were kids, but pretty much only knew him as "the boy that the Boyle girl likes".

RAPHAEL ALEXANDRE

Raphael knows of him due to Raphael's work often landing him at the Department of Printing where Arthur worked. He was very friendly with Arthur (and thought him a bit cute), until Raphael was summoned to the office when Arthur went Downer and he had to clean up that mess.

MICHAEL AVELIN

Michael has run into Arthur a few times on the street but has no opinion on him.

[butcharium]

Whats your favourite outfit and who's your biggest inspiration as an artist?

Favourite outfit as a whole is a bit difficult since I've gained a lot of weight lately and so little fit anymore rip but I used to have a really good black turtleneck + grey slacks (+black leather shoes) I was sooo happy with. Now I have more like favourite pieces of clothing where one is my trusted old pea coat I got for 5€ when visiting Vienna and another is a recent find at a second hand shop a Paisley shirt which looks brown but is actually kind of muddy greens and reds I've been wearing it constantly for the past month or so.

For the last months I've really become smitten by graphics prints like woodcuts and lino cuts but also intaglio prints, and it is so incredibly fun to work with! I've always had fascination for Albrecht Dürer and Gustave Doré, but I've recently been made aware of the artists Anette and Caroline Kierulf, two sisters who both are artists with (woodcut) prints as their medium. They're both incredibly skilled and it is so inspiring to look at how they deal with the medium and trying to figure out how the different prints "work". I especially like the works of Caroline Kierulf who deals with gender roles in a very witty and funny way I find. (And gender roles is in general something I care a lot about also in (my) art).

But of course from day to day a huge inspiration is the people around me, and I am so lucky to have several butch friends who do different types of art like photo painting print writing etc and luckily for me they're all better than me! I love being around people who are better than me in one way or another and who possess traits I admire (like people who are better artists more intelligent kinder more generous than I) because then I stay constantly challenged by my friends and that is something I find necessary for my happiness but also very inspiring!