#but her collar is a lovely blue with gold sun/moons on it

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yet another little Treat for myself! do i have a problem? maybe!

[annikin-annotates]

Tear You Apart - Chapter 1

Hi hello, back with another chapter! This chapter deals heavily with SA trauma, so if that isn't something you feel comfy reading; please take care of yourselves first, love ya'll.

Content warnings: Non-con, Cannibalism as a metaphor for love, Smut, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Choking, Antagonist is NOT Astarion, Collaring.

Word Count: 5,282

Sunsets were always gorgeous this time of year, when the waters became frigid and the pack moved on to warmer waters. She would always spend the last night watching the sunset from the mouth of the Chionthar. The deep gold of the setting sun waning to hues of purple and blue, broken up by mottled clouds of violet and gold. It sent the waves around her shimmering with the last moments of sunlight as it dipped below the horizon, giving way to the moon.  

She had always found great comfort in these moments, the tranquillity of being surrounded by nothing but the ocean and all those who lived under her protection. Her pack had found safety and protection beneath her waves for centuries, each generation more fearful of the surface than the last. They had every right to be terrified, humans had hunted them to near extinction for the sake of their own selfishness and curiosity, sentencing them to a miserable life on land, forever longing for the touch of the sea.   

Another head surfaced from the depths of the water, slitted eyes and familiar dark tresses spreading a smile across her face. “Decided to brave the surface, have you?” she asked her friend, her eyebrows raised as she watched her sink below the surface again and popping up closer to her. 

“No Na-Mara, I’m here to tell you to hurry up. Everyone is leaving,” she huffed, feigned annoyance crossing her delicate features as she rolled her eyes. 

“Oh come on Muir - Who knows how long it’ll be before we see another sunset like this. I mean, look at it, it’s gorgeous isn’t it?” she countered, grabbing her friends shoulders and angling her towards the sunset, the hue changing almost entirely over the course of their short conversation. The light blues and violets traded for deep indigo, the seemingly endless expanse beginning to sprout stars that glittered like jewels. 

Her eyes scanned across the cityscape, watching shadows pass by windows in houses and lovers walking along the boardwalk arm in arm. She couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy that shifted in her, digging its claws into the pit of her stomach. What a delight it would be to walk among them, to enjoy the sunshine and cool breeze as a human. 

Muir sighed and rolled her eyes before agreeing “Yes, I guess it is somewhat enrapturing,” Na-Mara couldn’t help but chortle. Both of them floated idly, resting their heads on one another, taking in the scenery before it would become nothing but the endless expanse of deep inky blackness of the ocean.

Creaking of a ship pulled both of them from their daze, it was a sound she had heard many times before, and yet this time was all the more harrowing. The shouting and pointing of the crew alerted them to the fact that they had been seen; a pit settled in her stomach. Na-Mara turned her head towards her friend, “They can’t catch us both, get out of here!” she shouted.

Muir shook her head furiously, her wet tresses skimming the water, “Not without you!”the panic rising in her voice as a net was tossed over the side, ensnaring Na-Mara.  

“Go Muir! Get out of here! Save yourself!” she begged, hoping her friend would find the bravery to flee. One of them had to make it out alive, one of them needed to live; it had to be Muir, she was sweet - new to the world and all of its cruelties. Muir looked up at her in horror as Na-Mara was lifted from the water and onto the ship, before diving back beneath the waves to the darkness below. 

She landed on the deck of the ship with a wet slap, a dry gasp tore through her as the air was knocked out of her lungs, her back colliding with the hard wood of the deck. The worn rope net was thicker than what she had seen normal fishermen use, which indicated that they weren’t out here fishing - they were hunting something, and with the way several people descended on her, Na-Mara figured that it was her kind they were after.

She lashed out with a swipe of her talons, though it only caused her to become more tangled in the net. Voices overlapped all around her as her body became heavier and heavier, her willingness to fight dwindling. This was it, she was going to die. She was going to be slaughtered on the floor and thrown back into the ocean, all for the sake of a pelt.  

In her final conscious moments she casted her mind to warm memories of the life she had lived - however short it was. Her mother would weep for her, they all would - she would no doubt be the source of insurmountable grief to her family for centuries to come. She regretted not embracing her mother before she left, she wished she could tell her not to worry, and that she loved her. Blackness danced at the edges of her vision, a sign her end was nearing, she used the final breath she had in her lungs to let out a bitter laugh.

Fucking humans. 

The rocking of the sea pulled her from her forced slumber, waves lapping against the worn hull of the ship. A yawn escaped her as she tried to stretch her arms and legs, only to be met with the resistance as she did so, the rope groaning as she tried to slip from the bonds. 

Her heart began to thrum in her chest: Why could she not move? Why could she not see? Why was she bound? Why was she still alive? The memories of how she got there were foggy at best, whoever had captured her did not want her to escape. 

Capture?

She felt cold. Colder than she had ever been, the type of cold that reached the very marrow of her bones. Her skin pulled taught over her trembling fingers, flesh groaning each time she flexed them. She tried to focus on any prominent sounds she could hear, she could see naught but darkness, unable to see her fingers if she held them directly in front of her face - the bastards had taken her eyesight from her. 

Her head swam with thoughts, all of them screaming over one another to be heard, You fool, why did you stray so close to the harbour? The only thing you have gained from this is your obituary, the voices spat. How could she be so stupid? Hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, Gods, the last thing I want to be before I die is a crying maiden. 

“Where’s my pelt?” she asked out into the expanse of nothingness that surrounded her, feeling the air in the room shift as someone new entered. 

“I am sorry, truly, but I cannot tell you,” he replied, almost sounding remorseful, though something in his voice told her that it wasn’t the first time he had done this, and it wouldn’t be the last. 

“Please, I’m begging you. My pelt is important to me, I need it to get home!” she cried, desperation becoming clear in her voice. Her pelt was the key to get home, she was nothing without it.

—

Time passed in a haze of blackness, without the use of her eyes she could hardly tell up from down, never mind how long she had been…well, wherever the hells she was. But she could feel that she had been placed on a bed of straw and if she focused hard enough, she could hear footsteps overhead. Every now and again she could hear soft voices and clinking glasses, though even with her hearing she couldn’t make out what they were saying. 

There were chains around her wrists that pinched and nipped at her skin when she moved, anchoring her to an unseen point in the room. Her knees pressed to her chest as she tucked herself tightly into a ball. Rocking herself back and forth softly, emulating the ever changing push and pull of the ocean; her only source of comfort. 

Gods, if you can hear my prayer, please offer me a kind hand. The prayer rolled around in her head, spilling from her lips away from the safe confines in her mind, like a snapped string of pearls tumbling away never to be seen again. Something shifted beside her, causing her to press herself against the cold stone wall backing as far as she could from the noise. 

“I-Is someone there?” a male voice asked softly, she could taste the fear in the question. She nodded, though she was unsure if he had his sight taken like she had.

 “Yes, I am here. What is this place?” she responded, back still pressed firmly against the wall. 

Silence hung between them for a moment, both of them too terrified to acknowledge the fact that they didn’t know, the fact that they were on borrowed time. “Do you know where we are?” she pressed again, panic beginning to thrum in her veins. More silence followed. 

“What’s your name?” she asked suddenly, surprising even herself, it seemed like such a personal question - given the circumstances.  

“It’s uh…” he trailed off as if lost in thought, “I don’t remember,” he replied after a moment; he sounded sad. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dredge up anything painful,” she said, scooting closer towards him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “My name is Na-Mara,” she added softly.

“Na-Mara,” he repeated softly, “I like it - it suits you.”  There was a solemness that hung in the air, as if the entire place was steeped in pain and terror. She opened her mouth to speak again, to ask him if he knew anything about where they were, or who was keeping them here, the words had hardly formed on her lips before he was shushing her. 

“Sh! They are coming,” he hissed, she went to bite out a reply when shuffling came from her left, thudding boots upon creaking stairs sending her heart thrumming from her chest. The footsteps landed heavily on the stones, multiple by the sounds of it, all of them branching off in different directions. Clinking of bottles and creaking of opening crates, perhaps they were not here for her or her friend just simply gathering supplies before moving back upstairs.

There was silence for a few moments after that, then movement along her chains. She had opened her mouth to begin pleading with her captors when the air was taken from her lungs, being forcefully thrown over a strong shoulder. She wriggled and writhed in their muscular grip, though there was nothing she could do - he felt as though he was made from stone. 

They ascended the stairs again, the hinges of the cellar door groaning as it opened. The room they entered was well lit, though she couldn’t see the light, she could feel the warmth of the candles.

The world shifted around her once again as she felt solid ground beneath her feet, “Ah, there she is lads, isn’t she a beauty?” a hand gripped her cheeks between his thumb and forefinger to get a proper look at her. 

“Give me my sight back!” she hissed, though with the days without water, it came out hoarse and barely more than a whisper. 

There was a chorus of gruff laughter, it sounded as though it was coming from everywhere, “What was that? You’re going to have to speak up darlin’ -” 

A smooth voice cut him off, the air in the room changing as he spoke, “Come now gentlemen, surely you have something better to do than to terrorise my merchandise?” he asked, even though he wasn’t looking for an answer. Candlelight seared her eyes, her hand coming to shield them as the blackness ebbed away. She scanned the room, there were three men to her right, she assumed they were the ones who had brought her upstairs.   

The man in front of her - by all means - was attractive. Half of his wily chestnut hair was tied back in a bun, the rest hanging loosely over his shoulders, stopping at his mid chest. His eyes were a stunning shade of green, almost glowing in the light of the room. Long healed scars puckered the skin along his chin, cheek and eyebrow, though it did not distract from his beauty.

He stood a foot above her, enough to stare down at her as he began to speak “I apologise on their behalf, they are not used to handling such…pretty merchandise.”

She tried to keep her tone as even as she could, ignoring the hummingbird that had taken up home in her heart. Anger began to simmer in her veins, her temper getting the better of her before she had the chance to control herself, “You abduct me from my home, take my sight - which I don’t much appreciate by the way - and then you have the gall to call me merchandise?” She laughed incredulously.    

In that moment, as the tall form stalked around her, tracing the curve of her cheek with a softness unbefitting of what was to come. She pulled away from him, a grimace clear on her face. “Do not touch me,” she spat, venom dripping from each syllable. He merely stared down at her in response, a lightness in his eyes - he was amused. She swallowed thickly as it dawned on her, she was no longer the predator - she was the prey. 

She was moving before she could process it, running through hallways, blindly pushing her way through disgruntled patrons of whatever establishment this place was. She turned a sharp corner, colliding with a silver tray full of crystal glasses, the sound ear piercing as they shattered on the floor. Jagged shards sliced open the bottoms of her feet, causing her to cry out as she continued to run, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. 

“Run child, you cannot hide from me forever,” he called after her, the lilt in his voice sending fear coursing through her as he trailed her through the halls; like one would walk through a park with a lover. She pushed down the urge to cry out in fear, as she continued to rush down the long hallway. The hum of chatter broke the ever flowing stream of fearful thoughts, relief flooded her body, its soft warmth leading to a sigh of escaping her.  

“Please, someone help me! I am not meant to be here, please!” she cried, the patrons did nothing but stare at her for a moment before continuing on as if she didn’t exist. Her teeth ground together as she searched the room for an exit, she didn’t have much time before her captor would descend upon her. A door! Her thoughts cried out, she twisted and weaved through the patrons to cross the room, she could taste her liberation - it smelled of salt and petrichor. 

She pushed the door, the chill of the rain flooding around her. She had her freedom, only for it to be snatched away from her at the last moment. An arm wrapped around her middle, heaving her away from the door, away from her freedom. She struggled in his grip, kicking and twisting to escape the vice that only seemed to tighten. 

“Let go of me you beast!” she hissed, trying to jab her elbows into any soft flesh she could find. Her nails bit into his forearms hard enough for small droplets of blood to well on his skin, like rubies on a string. 

“Well aren’t you just adorable,” her captor chuckled, like she was a petulant child asking for a sweet before dinner - an inconvenience and nothing more. The room followed suit with laughter, she screamed in frustration, still kicking and twisting in his arms as he carried her back through the halls. 

“Please! I beg of you, let me go!” she begged, a broken gasp escaping her lips as he dropped her unceremoniously on the floor, the hardwood sending a jolt of pain up her spine. 

“You sound so pretty when you beg, pet.” he crouched in front of her, reaching out a finger to lift her chin to look at him, she bit down on the ring clad finger without hesitation, hard enough for his blood to flood her mouth. 

She wasn’t sure what came first, the crack of his knuckles connecting with her cheek, or the sting of her lip being crushed between her teeth. The crack reverberated through her body, both his and her own blood intermingled with saliva, dripping from her maw in long strings. She must have looked like a vicious animal. 

Good.  

She hissed at him, a guttural sound she didn’t even know she was capable of making, blood splattered across his face he recoiled from her. A silence hung in the air as they stared at each other, she glowered up at him as he stared down at her, hungrily. Her assailant lunged at her as she tried to shift away from him, trapping herself between him and the bed. His hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her forcefully to her feet, soft skin dimpled under the harshness of his grip. 

“Come now, love, surely we can enjoy each other’s company for a while?” he whispered, she could feel the hotness of his breath fanning out across her face, she shook her head.

“I want to go home,” she begged - if he could just see reason, perhaps he would let her go and she would be free to reunite with her family. Maybe he would find it in his heart to take pity on her, or see the error in his way, to see that what he was doing was wrong. 

His eyes darkened as he backed her against the bed. “You are not going anywhere. I am going to devour you, again and again, until there is nothing left of you,” he hummed into her ear, a nip punctuating the sentiment.

“Then I hope I rot in your stomach,” she gritted. If she was going to die, she might as well go out with a fight. 

He chuckled again, the sound off putting, sending her stomach heaving and twisting painfully. “Oh my dear, sweet girl, I’m going to have you wishing for death.” 

Fear enveloped her.

There was nothing more bitter than betrayal, but to be betrayed by one's own body was something else entirely. She couldn’t fight the feelings that washed over her, waves of pleasure lashing against her like waves upon a shoreline. How could she enjoy this? Why was her body doing this to her? She didn’t want this. Disgust had begun to take root in the pit of her stomach, making home within the darkest depths of her being. She just wanted it to stop.

Please Umberlee, if you can hear my plight, I beg of you. Please do something - anything, I will give you my flesh and bone as recompense, anything you ask of me and I will do it. Please, just make him stop.

There were no gods that answered her plea, nor did any passerby acknowledge her cries for help. All she could do was let fear consume her, to let it ravage her from the inside out. Like a wild animal clawing at the soft confines of her body, she was too soft, too young, but maybe this is what she deserved. Maybe this was her penance for her stupidity. She cuocooned herself within the confines of her own mind, residing herself to the fact that she would have to bury part of herself tonight, but on the morrow she would emerge changed.

A metamorphosis. 

—

She awoke to the cold darkness of the cellar again, though now she had been afforded the ability of her sight back. It was the very least that monster could do after what he did to her. Her skin rippled and hissed as though she had been set alight, pain encompassed her whole body in its shroud. She sat up with a groan, rubbing her eyes and trying to piece together what happened the previous night. 

She saw flashes, fingers tracing her skin, kisses that were all teeth and tongue, and pain, pain, pain. A sob wracked her body as she pulled the tattered linen of a dress she wasn’t sure how she got towards her mouth, desperately wishing to breathe life into it; desperately wishing for comfort. For her mother. 

Her mouth was dry and her lips were cracked, her tongue darted out to relive it only for her to realise that it was dried blood. He had struck her when she bit him, she recalled, touching he had to her cheek hissing from the tenderness. There was tightness around her throat that wasn’t present before, her hand instinctively came to rest on her neck to find a thin silver band around it. 

“Are you alright?” she jumped as that same gentle voice from the night before broke the silence in the cellar. She could see him now, a large red tiefling, his horns curling around his head in a regal crown, his hair was as white as fresh snow and his eyes as blue as the summer sky. 

Fresh tears bit the corners of her eyes, “A-ah, yes I am fine, do you know how long I’ve been sleeping for?” she asked, trying to change the subject. She just wanted to forget that the night prior ever happened. 

She could see him shrug slightly, eyes beginning to get used to the light once more. “You have only been returned to the cellar a few hours ago. But you were above for a day.” 

She scoffed in disbelief. A whole day? It only felt like hours. “Thank you for telling me, I do not remember being away for so long,” she apologised. It was a lie she wished that she could believe, she remembered more from that night than she wished. 

More silence hung between them, only their breaths, the near constant dripping coming from somewhere in the cellar and the low chatter coming from upstairs. 

—

Time seemed to pass differently in the cellar, perhaps it was the lack of natural light or the fact that she had been so thoroughly distraught from being plucked from her home. She had just begun to settle in again, eyes growing heavy, the little patch of hay feeling more comfortable by the second. 

Light spilled into the cellar from the opening door, sending her heart pounding once more, feeling the throbbing in her ears and fingertips. Fear prickled the base of her spine as heavy footfall came down the flimsy steps, making her way towards herself and her tiefling friend. For a brief moment she had hoped they were there for him, to take him up to do gods knows what - just anyone but her, she couldn’t bear it.

Once again her prayers fell on deaf ears as the man in front of her unlocked her chains and hoisted her to her feet. “Come on, get up,” he replied gruffly. She looked pleadingly towards her friend, or perhaps the better term was cellmate, his eyes suddenly finding the mason work far more interesting.  

The moment her feet touched the soft carpet, she was ushered onto a raised wooden stage, the thin tattered linen of the dress doing nothing to shield her from prying eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he started, making a show of turning around and addressing the people in the room. “I would like to formally introduce you to our newest attraction. Our gorgeous little Selkie,” he hummed, lifting her chin with his thumb and forefinger to look him in the eyes. 

The delicate fabric of her dress was torn away from her, she gasped in shock, unsure of why she was now naked in front of all these people. She could do nothing but stare out into the crowd, looking at them with pleading eyes, her cheeks aflame with both fury and embarrassment. She had been abducted from her home, placed in shackles, sold into slavery and now stripped bare in front of a room full of people who now ogled her like some oddity - like she wasn’t real. 

Her captors arms snaked around her waist, inching towards the apex between her thighs. “Let go of me!” she hissed, trying to free herself from his iron grip. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly at her outburst, hand encircling around her throat hard enough to elicit a gasp from her. A choked cry fell from her lips as he placed more pressure, blackness beginning to dance at the edges of her eyes. “Please…” she wheezed. 

Air rushed back into her lungs with a gasp that tore through her, sending her stumbling forward a few steps as he released her, while the crowd murmured with various tones of approval. What kind of awful place is this? I just want to go home. She scanned the crowd again, looking for any sign of sympathy, any form of guiding light to lead her home. She turned to her captor again, her eyes wet with unshed tears. “Please,” she begged, “I just want to go home, please let me go home.”  

“You have no choice in the matter. I have your pelt - I own you,” he hummed, that ever present predatory glint in his eye catching the candlelight. Anger boiled in her stomach as she took a step towards him, her teeth bared in a hiss, he only raised his eyebrows at her before holding his hand up, stopping her in her tracks. A humming surrounded her, so overwhelming in its volume that it forced her to her knees with a surprised cry. Hushed voices circulated around the room, their eyes bulging and gawking at her, vaguely reminiscent of fish.  

“And look at that, a perfectly subservient Selkie,” he turned to face her again. “Now, was that so hard, pet?” he asked her, his tone indicating that he found her childlike - less than. 

“I hope you fucking rot!” she hissed, spitting in his face. A quickly hidden grimace crossed his features, his dark eyes clouding with something sinister. 

“Now, now, is that any way to speak to your betters?” his voice like poisoned honey, “I think I deserve an apology. What do you think ladies and gentlemen?” he was making a show of it, making a show of her. And whatever was to come, she had no choice but to take it.  

Another hum surged through the crowd, scrutinising eyes looking down their noses at her. He tapped his chin in mock thought, “I want you to beg, I want to hear those pretty lips beg for forgiveness.”

The air crackled around her, every bone in her body bent to his whim as she leant forward onto her forearms, head resting at his feet. The words came clawing up her throat and spilling from her mouth before she had the chance to force it down; they tasted sour on her tongue. “I am sorry,” she gritted her teeth, a desperate attempt to stop the words from pouring out. “Forgive me.” 

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, “Hmm…I think that performance was a little lacklustre, shall we give it another go?” Every muscle in her body felt poised to strike, to launch at him and rip out his throat; and yet, she could not move, he would not let her move. She was still in that meek and mild position - the very picture of subservience. “Though this time, I would quite like for you to address me as master,” he added, she could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. 

This time she could not stop the words that flowed from her, though they were words of subjugation, they were laced with vitriol. “I apologise, master - truly, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. Please forgive me.”    

—

They had hauled her back to her captors office after her stunt on stage, she had no doubt that her disobedience would be swiftly punished. The side door of the room opened, and her captor sauntered in with all the satisfaction of a cat who had dined on cream for dinner, a wide smirk across his face. Instinctively her shoulders moved upwards to her ears, if she could make herself small enough perhaps she would disappear into the fibres of the carpet beneath her.

He rounded his desk, leaning against the intricately carved wood, looking her up and down again, surveying the peaks and valleys of her body - it made her skin crawl. Without warning he began to speak, jolting out of her disgust, “I want you to work for me,” he stated simply, examining his cuticles as he spoke. 

She cut him off, taking a step forward as she shook her head. “No,” she started, steeling herself. “I will not do it, do with me what you will. I am as good as dead anyway,”

“You will work for me, you lure in patrons with that exquisite voice I know that you have. You will tend to every need that I may have and you will do whatever I ask of you,” she felt him tug on the invisible bond that connected her to him, a reminder that this was an order, not a suggestion. He sighed longingly, as if evaluating the situation. “In exchange I will give you everything you could ever want; gold, jewels -”

Desperation laced her voice, she was scared. “I want water, I need water.” She felt disgusted, she had to beg him for something as basic as water, her life’s blood - the thing that keeps her alive, she couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine.   

“You will find that given your rather precarious predicament,” he started, placing emphasis on the last two words. “That you won’t have a need for it, but as I am benevolent, you may have what you ask for. I will allow you to think it over, I shall await your answer on the morrow,” he replied, leaving her with her thoughts. 

That felt entirely too easy, she thought as she was ushered down the hall by one of the many servants he had bustling around his establishment. She couldn’t fight the sinking feeling in her stomach that screamed at her: You have made a deal with something worse than a devil, much, much worse. 

—

She had been pacing for hours at this point, eyes tracing the grain of the wood in the simple room she had been afforded. She needed to come up with a plan as she would not survive long if she kept going the way she was. They would keep her alive as long as she was useful, so she needed to find ways to continue doing so. She hadn’t had water in weeks and she was growing weaker by the hour, she wouldn’t last long like this.  

If she agreed to her captors terms then she would be forced into servitude, luring poor souls just like her into this monster's grip. But what choice did she have? The bastard had her pelt, she was already his slave.

She knocked on her door and stepped back, waiting for it to be opened from the other side. It cracked just enough for another elf to poke his head into the room with a sneer. “What do you want?” he snapped.

“Tell your bastard master I accept his terms,” she replied, returning his tone in kind, before the door was closed and locked once again. 

And so it begins. 

[toastydoll]

Okay, inspired by @dollsinvogue’s most recent post about the wave 1 refresh dolls, here’s what I’m hoping for! First off, I’m thinking everyone gets at least a few accessories, including a phone, plus there was a hint about a pet which tbh feels a little too similar to monster high but okay MGA forgo subtlety. As for the slime, I’m hoping it’ll be like the og slime rainbow surprise girlies, ie optional, or something like what novi stars used to do with their lava-lamp-esque dolls only in the pets or stands or accessories or whatever lol.

Ruby: my Supreme darling…is supposedly a sneaker head? Lmao okay so that’s why MGA gave her two pairs of heels right. What’s that? Her accessories pack? It’s also heels. MGA come on what the hell. I know jade was supposed to be “girl in sneakers” (and sunny sort of ig) but come ON. Ruby rerelease comes in a supreme insp outfit complete w a Supreme beanie, Supreme shirt, her signature red jeans (with a more bold graphic design to them. More graffiti!!), and a big red puffer. Her shoes are red heeled sneakers, because that’s my compromise w mga, with graffiti art details. Her accessories are spray paint cans in red gold and black, detailing brushes, a can of sealant, and a blank pair of sneakers for YOU to customize (doesn’t come w markers but any washable markers/colors are fine a la color create). Her pet is a red snake named Firebrand a la g3 hissette (wearable).

Poppy: my beachiest beach girl! She’s so sweet and one of my favorites from wave 1. She’s kind of a mix of different styles and brands, the most noticeable for me being her off white “for flying” boots. First of all: poppy now has full body freckles like Victoria. I love that she has blue eyes bc I think they’re lovely w her hair, but brown eyes would also be gorgeous w the overall orange theme. I’d like to keep the monarch butterfly theme bc it’s peak so she’ll keep the butterfly clips and second shoes. She’s definitely getting a beachier boho vibe, starting w a blouse similar to her jh. Tbh maybe even as a blousy flowy dress. Her accessories are of COURSE her monarch headphones bc those are so good and how have we not gotten them, plus a few vinyls of the rainbow high albums and a laptop to DJ from. Her pet is a giant monarch butterfly named Mari, which can clip onto her arm.

Sunny: yellow is my favorite color so I’m so so biased about sunny but she’s my girl and I’d die for her. First of all, new face sculpt: she’s got the AA face sculpt for sure this time. Second of all, new hairstyle. I think she’d be super cute with little twists, including little twist blunt bangs. She styles it in the twin buns still, plus she does her edges under the bangs. She’s also got Lila’s bandaid and stickers for peak kawaii. I like her yellow green eyes but I wish rh had more black girls w brown eyes so i think warm yellow brown would be gorgeous too. Her outfit is an oversized yellow rain slicker, slouchy pastel yellow sweater with sun and moon elbow patches, a chunky decora necklace, bright yellow denim shorts, her rainbow knee highs, and a pair of yellow rain boots. Her accessories are a sketchbook, rainbow colored pencils, a pencil sharpener, an eraser, a laptop with an art program on it, and mini stickers to put on either the laptop or the pages of the sketchbook. Her pet is a little yellow shiba named Kawaii with a pastel rainbow collar.

Jade: my edgy tomboy!! She’s cute in wave 1 but not quite edgy enough (the common complaint w jade) and a little too Billie eilish (the other common complaint w jade). The big t shirt and knee length shorts can stay bc those are rad as hell, plus she’s got some nice refs to anti social social club (less popular than when the dolls released but still a thing). Her new shirt is the same oversized black but with glow in the dark skulls and hearts in addition to the anti sparkle sparkle club. Her shorts are the same graffiti with chains for drawstrings and a little more detailing. Her puffer is cute but I think she’d be cuter w an oversized black and green hoodie, also w the assc logo. Sneakers are a yes but hello Um can you put on socks jade. Even black mesh is better than nothing. I prefer her balenciaga sneakers so more of that lol. Biggest difference will be in the face though bc my girl is a makeup focus w the most boring face lmaoooo. She’s getting a black lip, graphic black eyeliner, and neon green eyeshadow. Her brows are on point and her contour is insane. She still has her beanie in green, but instead of her current hair she has a black side shave and a choppier punker cut. Her accessories are all makeup related, including an eyeshadow palette, compact powder blush, three different lipsticks (red, green, black), mascara, eyeliner, false lashes (non usable),and a full set of makeup brushes. Her pet is a giant black and green tarantula named Billie that can clip onto her shoulder.

Skyler: so sweet, so shy, so underutilized by MGA. I love her denim color theme, esp in her hair, so I’m keeping that for sure. I also love her references to off white, since they’re more focused than poppy’s. This time sky comes w tight coily curly hair and a mixed face sculpt. She’s got high waisted denim bell bottoms w massive bells, almost like JNCO jeans (which would also be a great denim callback), a white cotton cropped turtleneck tank top, and a tailored denim jacket. She still has her off white heels but tbh the shoes are less important for this fit bc the pants are the focal lol. Her accessories are really similar to the rh w5 accessories: a sewing machine and accoutrement. She also has a design sketchbook a la fantastic fashion, a small sewing kit, and three bolts of different denim (light, medium, dark). Her pet is a bright blue bird named Lark that can also clip to her shoulder.

Violet: notorious for constantly giving us nothing, I’m gonna try and finally fix violet. She has the standard Asian face sculpt with purple blue eyes and long straight violet hair w blunt bangs. Her original release felt like her vibe was posh party girl, so I’d like to lean into that with a light purple sequin two piece skirt set, fluffy glittery cropped coat, and glittery party heels. She’s got glittery barrettes holding her hair back behind her bangs and a light purple clutch purse (equally glittery ofc). Her accessories are a selfie stick w ring light for her phone, a laptop with photo editing software, and a larger desktop ring light that actually lights up. Her fluffy white cat Mr. Whiskers finally makes his debut as well, sporting a violet collar.

[mad-raptorzzz]

[ID: A drawing of King from the show The Owl House. He is standing waring the robe and cloth from the episode involving the Titan Trappers. He is lifting the cloth partially up with his right hand while his left hand holds a torch with a bright blue flame that casts light and shadow. He is peaking out from under a cloth with the Collector's insignia and looks frightened. There is a bit of light blue pain dripping down his skull. He has a dark blue robe with a fluffy blue collar and a gold stripe at the bottom, it appears to be too big for him. His smalle light grey-tipped tail is seen peaking out being him. There is a zig-zag shaped dagger hovering above him, dripping dark blue Titan blood down. The backgorund is dark purple towards the edges that fades to a bright purple in the middle. The Collector's insignia, a half moon half sun face smiling and crying, can be seen glowing ominously.  /.End ID]

'Then we get to play catch, right?'

Jesus this entire episode got me but this line. The way it was delivered. Oh man. It got me real good. I know he doesn't lift the cloth up in the scene but I thought it looked cool. I loved this episode so much because it confirmed a lot we as the fans were speculating about King. But it also showed that he is just a kid, like even younger than Luz, who wants to play catch with his dad. Yes, Eda is his mom and he loves her, but he just wanted to play catch. I think the taller Titan Trapper guy would have actually come around to King eventually. Maybe in another universe where we got a full season 3 we could have gotten a redemption arc for him. That would have been cool. But I just had to draw this because I loved it so much.

[punkbarbarian]

id: two digital drawings of four dnd characters from lost township. waylon is an old man with grey skin and hair tied back in a ponytail, small round glasses, and blue eyes. he is wearing red earrings, a pink shirt with a tan vest and a dark blue cravat. he has his arm around kelsey, a changeling with light skin and short blonde hair. they are wearing a dark shirt with a grey vest over it, and silver sun and moon pins on the lapel. they have round silver glasses, black lipstick, and brown eyes. next to them is lizzie, a coyote shifter with brown skin and short, curly orange hair. her eyes are the same color as her hair. she has pointed ears and is wearing small gold earrings. a small scar is on her left cheek. she is looking at waylon and kelsey and gritting her teeth. her arms are crossed over her chest. she is wearing a high collared blue shirt and a leather chestplate. behind all three of them is scruggs, an orc with green skin and short black hair. he has brown eyes and is smiling. he has a short beard and gold earrings at the tops of his pointed ears. he is wearing a brown tank top. he has two star tattoos on either side of his chest and epaulets tattooed on his shoulders. he has one arm resting on waylon’s shoulder. the first drawing has a transparent background, and the second has a two-toned purple background.

for luka @creacherkeeper’s birthday i got him a commission of his beloved fucked up family from my friend anika on twitter! i love it so much and i’m so happy with how it turned out :)

happy (belated) birthday old man, i love you <3

[battlemaiden13]

Hiiii BattleMaiden13! I had a thought so now I gotta ask! Or at least share this thought! Possible spice if you wanna do a spice vers, or you can do spice vs non spice vers

What would all of HND!MC Love interests think if MC design a whole outfit, hairstyle, dyed hair, accessories, jewelry etc, for them?

Like has they're favourite things on the outfit, fav type of clothing on MC, they're magic colour as the main palette etc! Like say for sans has magic colour dyed, star and constellations in hair clips and on outfit, thigh highs, big jacket like his, but more star or science or puns designs, little ketchup zipper keychain, hair in space buns, moon and sun earrings. Pretty much all they're favourite things and maybe fav clothing wise turn ones (socks/knee highs for those Skellies ;)), blue with sailor faintly in the design or clothing 180, edge with lingerie faintly showing but defiantly eye catching)

Maybe if possible for all love interests incase your unsure or a new fan is unsure, neighbour Skellies(sans, papyrus, blue, orange, red, edge, Berry, syrup), hotel skellies(axe, crooks, ink, error, dream, nightmare, day(daydream), killer), mafia Skellies(roulette, sniper, carbine, rifle, colt, musket), and Mint + Mango(technically also hotel Skellies in a way-) if you do mango the friendship bracelet is very easily seen, like cute sleeves rolled up above elbows or short sleeves)??? And if willing to do spoilers, the new (6?) Skeletons?

Hehehehe, if ya can't tell, Hiiiii it's meeeee

~💚𝒯𝒽ℯℴ💚

Also,

Thank you for being my main inspiration for writing again, I’ve been struggling with writers block and gave up on many projects because just didn’t have motivation or inspiration or just fell outta love for my own projects, and for giving me inspiration to start Cosplay and outfit designing and just fashion again, and thank you so very VERY much for getting my artistic side going in every way and far more then before that I never had ideas on how to start or get into it, you are really amazing, and l'm so happy I found you! And I absolutely love all your writing, art, etc! Thank you so very much! Honestly and truly, I adore you and your works, I hope you get amazing weekend, week, month, year, everything! You truly deserve it and words can not express how absolutely fantastic you are!

Remember to get some rest, take breaks, eat, drink water! To you and anyone! Have an amazing weekend My Fair Maiden!

OMG THEO!! Same page gang!

I actually have plans for this later on. Like Mc will coordinate her outfits on dates with the skeletons so she matches and now I want like Magic Hair dye that can change colors super easily with a mist spray or something. AHHH.

The Sans outfit you have described here is super cute! with the space buns and big jacket with the detail! AHHHH I want all of it.

Since I will be like doing this in later chapters I don't want to give too much away but MC has even started this. When she went on her double date with Blue and Orange (and Myra I guess) She picked out Blue's colors and a modern outfit that she thought he would like and would match.

I have a plan later for Red which is going to drive him wild. One of his thick jackets, Short ass black skirt with a red belt that has gold chains hanging off it, a red bralette, no shirt, Thigh high socks, Red and black sneakers with gold accents and a choker/collar. My favourite part about this outfit that is so totally up Red's alley is she won't be wearing it for him, even though she borrows a jacket XD I am very excited. It's one of the chapters I've had planned for a while.

I have some plans for the others too like MC classic Skulls outfit for Colt, a goddess cut dress for Nightmare and Dream, A dark purple lolita dress to mess with Berry, Orange's hoodie with underwear and nothing else for Orange. There is so much we could do both spicy and not. I am now very excited about these possible outfits.

Also

Thank you. You are so sweet and I'm so happy to hear my work can help inspire others. I want to see everything you make/do!! Thank you so much for being so nice to me! I will look after myself and you need to as well!! Have a great, day, week, year, life!! Thank you!!

[jomiddlemarch]

Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel

“You let them send you this slop, Sasha? General of the Second Army? You drink it?”

The questions had been asked by the stranger in Aleksander’s private rooms, a tall man with loose dark curls and a beard that rivaled Aleksander’s for panache, a quilted jacket over an open-necked linen shirt Alina recognized as the fashion from Ketterdam at least a dozen years ago. He leaned against the mantle with a wineglass in his hand in a way that would have frankly horrified Ivan and made Fedyor’s eyes take on an admiring gleam, his figure lithe, his pelvis angled in a way that was so far beyond suggestive Alina could not find it provocative, only amusing, which she allowed to show in her face.

“See, your ladylove agrees with me. Wise and winsome and Sasha’s beloved, so she must be powerful and you needn’t demonstrate, tovenares. Unlike Sasha, I can take some things on faith,” the stranger said. “What I can’t take is this pathetic excuse for mulled wine.”

“Do you think you’ll introduce us?” Alina said to Aleksander, who had a rare smile, one that was wry and fond, an expression that made her imagine how he might have been if his long life had not been one of persecution and torment and the need to secure the safety of his people.

“I’ll try—if I can get a word in edgewise, that is,” Aleksander said. The other man shrugged, a chain at his throat glinted with the gesture, the gold disk of a talisman half-hidden by the fold of his collar. “This is Coenraad Gijs Lueck, an old friend from Kerch, playwright at the Eerste Speelhuisje. Alina. Coen, Alina Starkov, Lady Kirigana, the Sun Summoner of Ravka.”

“Lady Kirigana, you honor me,” Coenraad said. “Though you must simply call me Coen, as Sasha does when he is not pretending at some noble formality, as if we never bedded down together in a rat-riddled garret and supped on two day-old maslin we filched from ruddy old Paepke in the market—”

“You stole the rolls, Coen, not I,” Aleksander replied.

“That’s right,” Coen said. “You’re welcome, by the by. You would have starved without me.”

“I must thank you for keeping Sasha alive,” Alina said. “It sounds as though you are old friends and those are precious, especially to someone like Sasha.”

“I gather you understand him well,” Coen said, nodding in approval and assessment.

“Well enough,” Alina answered, inclining her head towards Aleksander. “I have a thorough acquaintance with Dame Baghra.”

“Then you understand everything,” Coen laughed. His eyes were a curious color, between blue and grey, and she saw in them something of Ivan’s protectiveness, Fedyor’s warmth, and some history that was known only to the two men in the room, that had made them closer than comrades, more trusting than brothers. He glanced down at the goblet in his hand and grimaced. “You must also understand he has the most noxious taste in mulled wines, far too sweet, any wines really, and the kitchen here does nothing to rein in his worst appetites. There’s no clove in this, no badian, and far too much honey, though I know Sasha does not believe that is possible.”

“Come now, it’s not that bad,” Aleksander protested. So, he could sound young, piqued by something inconsequential. Coen shot her a look that was the next thing to a wink and Alina gave a little sniff as she were a coquette at the Imperial Court, a friend of Coen’s since she’d been in petticoats and he in short pants.

“It’s like the syrup they give to the otkazat’sya children when they have the winter catarrh,” Alina said. “Coen is right, Sasha, it’s disgusting. Even a little canella would help. A lot of canella would be better and plenty of zingiber.”

“She’s brilliant as well as lovely,” Coen said, the admiration plain in his tone but also a subtle shift in his stance, the way his eyes rested upon her. “Worth a thousand starless nights, a thousand years dark without a moon—”

“Alina’s worth cannot be measured,” Aleksander said, suddenly stern and almost proprietary. She could sense the tension within him, the urgency of his shadows, and the equally swift, lethal stillness that had overtaken Coen. He was Grisha, that was clear, but she thought now he was no Alkemi or Tidemaker as she’d imagined, but rather a Heartrender who’d long eluded the Kerch slave-markets. Was he even from Kerch? She’d never met a Grisha from the Bone Road or the Wandering Isle and wouldn’t have been able to recognize the signs in Coen’s gestures or expressions. There was no need for a battle, not now anyway, not before she understood the stakes.

“I liked hearing it said,” Alina put in. “It sounded like a line from a play.”

“Snotra’s Folly,” Coen said. “It ran for six seasons, made enough for a villa in Scheveningen. Ivan would hate it, it’s vulnerable to attack from the coast until there’s a heavy fog.”

“He does loathe a weak coastal defense,” Aleksander said. “I imagine you have brought all the spices and wine necessary for a properly mulled glass—did you leave them in the kitchens or are they in your trunks in the Doverennyy suite?”

“Kalyna should be bringing in something worth drinking in a few minutes,” Coen said. “I took the liberty—”

“As you ever have done,” Aleksander said.

“As I’ve ever needed to. For your own good,” Coen said. He spoke of events that Alina was not privy to, terrors and torments shared, plans Aleksander had not yet told her of.

“Did you order honey-cakes and cherry mazurek?” Alina asked. “Sasha won’t want to try the wine without something sweet.”

“You could give him a kiss then,” Coen said and grinned. “I did order the pastries. I hadn’t known there would be an alternative for Rijkje.”

*

“I’m glad Coen came to see you. He’s a good friend to you. For you,” Alina said later, lying in Aleksander’s arms, the embroidered bed-curtains closed around them. She’d conjured the light of a single, steady candle-flame to see by as it was the moonless night Coen had mentioned. She could still taste the mulled wine, its exquisite blend of spices and spirit, and the brief bliss of honey and marchpane on Aleksander’s lips after he took the last bite of dessert. Coen had demurred, averring he preferred savory, and cried off for an early night, the strain of his travel having caught up with him.

“He’s a better spy,” Aleksander said, stroking her loose hair, grazing her temple and the apple of her cheek.

“Is there any difference for you?” Alina said. “He called you Rijkje—he knew you as Eryk, didn’t he?”

“He did. He does,” Aleksander said. “He trusts you, milaya.”

“And do you trust him?” she said. He took her closer into his embrace, bent his head so he could murmur in her ear.

“As far as I may,” he said. “He isn’t you, so I cannot trust him completely.”

Because when I first reblogged Tim Curry as Shakespeare, I said I headcanoned him as Aleksander Morozova’s best friend from Kerch and @orlissa​ said “write it.”

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

Obey Me - Separated

Panic and fear only built as the days wore on without sign of her sisters. Father would not allow them to remain after their rebellion, they should have fallen soon after her, but days bled into weeks and months. The girl who was born of her own wrath was hardly even a toddler anymore when Lord Diavolo met with the angels and she learned from she who she’d once called her sister as well that Father was more than angry. She had been his favorite, and she rebelled. Her sisters had rebelled. All for the sake of one, of their little brother, who had broken celestial law. And the result was falling, but their punishment was not the result. Michelle could say no more, and despite understanding, it made her furious nonetheless. But Father knew all and he did not let her sleep that night. He did not let her steep in knowledge and questions, he made it clear. Too clear.

-

“Lucy!” Mammone cried, begging her name, all of their names, begging them to free her. She wore a collar and bangles in gold, her clothes gold and blue on her dark skin, white hair gleaming as she sat trapped within a simple oil lamp deep within a cave of treasure, sitting tall and gleaming upon a pillar.

-

Leviathan laid under water, hair floating, scales covering her shoulders and arms, fins on her arms and over her ears. She bore no legs, only skin merging to scales, a long shimmering purple tail laying over the end of the rock she laid on, draped on her front, head turned to the side, arms dangling in the water. Those bright sweet eyes she’d once had dull and red with tears no one could see due to her new home and nature. “Please, please, give them back.” her voice was hoarse, the head a beast rising from below her and nudging her, six other heads joining it, small with youth, but she did not respond to it, only turning over from it and curling up into a ball.

-

Asmadeus laid in a flower, placed into the center, gazing at the sun, that loving gaze so sad. “how could you be this cruel, Father?” her voice was tiny, a pair of sparlking wings folded behind her back, tear filling her eyes as she sat up and buried her face in her hands, sobbing for them, for her.

-

Bellezebub, with a long snake's tail from her hips down, covering her bare chest with only her arms, deep in a dark cave, cried and sobbed for her twin, her brother. She cried even as her stomach rumbled, eyes unable to she’d tears even as her voice showed her agony and broken heart at their Father’s cruelty. She sat there, surrounded by broken bones, covered in blood, in pain and hungry still despite the numerous bodies she’d consumed nearly entirely.

-

Belphegir was the only one not crying, not mourning, not upset. She sat on a a large flat rock in a forest, the only light from the small space above her, frozen as if in the middle of a dance, made of a stone or rock that made the light cascade through her. the sun bore down on her and only when it fell and the moon rose was she able to move, did her body turn flesh and blood, dancing until the moon left and leaving her frozen once more. It bled through days in only a moment and only under the full moon did she not dance, she only turned her face to the sky, truely herself enough to scream in anger and fall onto her rock, sobbing and crying out for all she’d lost.

-

Lucifira has awoken in a cold sweat, jolting up, chest heaving as the world before her slowly came to her. Her wings only numbering to 4 total shook with her pants, feather ruffled. She cared not for Diavolo and Barbatos in her room, not the demon child who brought them to her when she cried in her sleep and would not wake up. She could feel the collar and manacles, each with a broken chain, on her body that once lit the sky as the sun would, her light drenched in darkness. she felt hot tears of pain and sorrow and anger running down her face. her sheets tight in her clawed grip tearing, the weight of her horns almost too muhc to bear now. This was their punishment, each of their forms was their punishment, but this- this was hers. Her punishment.

“Separated.” She finally managed to speak, hardly able to muster any emotion in her voice, feeling so much her voice was devoid of any other than the tremble wrought by her emotions. “That’s our puishment, he separated us.” so cruel was he, was their Father, that he would do this. The demon who she had sworn her life to for the sake not just her own life, but that of their little brother, who had tried to remove the sign of her broken divitinty and the last ‘gift’ Father had given her for daring to do to what she had, held her as everything broke and she screamed, dragging angry bleeding cuts into his skin as she cried out for all she’d lost, what she’d done to her sisters. Because she knew, she knew. Father did not seperate them as he had because they’d fought him, they were sepearated because she had taken each in as her sister and he wanted her to suffer. he wanted to show her what happened when his favorite left his side. Father took everything from her, and now they all suffered for it.

But she was not His nor an Angel anymore. The tears stopped and fire burned in her eyes as she looked at nothing in particular, facing forwards as she had to with her choice for the future. “I will find them and have them with me again if it takes the rest of me life.”

“Whatever you wish for, My Morningstar.” he breathed, eyes as steely as hers but not nearly as cold. Lucifira stood from her bed and to her closet, convition stronger than any metal in existance and her anger as bright as a diamond.

“Lucifira?” the small voice of the 5 year old Satan reached her ears. “what’s going on?”

“We’re going to find my sisters.” she answered. “Father would not make it easy for me to find them, thus you must come with me. He cannot make it hard for you as he certainly has for me.”

“Why should I?” she froze and looked back at the girl, meeting her blazing green eyes. she was wrath incarante, but her anger was dimmed by hurt and concern.

“Becaise I made a mistake and it will not cost my sisters their happiness, and I am loathe to admit it,” she sighed, admitting it aloud as she dropped her gaze, hed, and closed her eyes. “but I am unable to do it myself. I caused this for all of us, I am not going to be able to fix it.” it was silent for a few beats before she heard the shuffling of small feet.

“I’ll get a bag.” as small grateful smile placed itself on her lips. the girl hated her, reasonably so, she was not mother to Satan, hardly even a sister over these five years since her birth. but the girl, despite being wrath, was extremely smart. She might hate Lucifira, but she would not let others suffer needlessly. besides, she was not so out of touch with her own creation that she didn’t know the girl wanted to meet the sisters she’d never met but had memories of.

I call this little excerpt ‘that time I had the realization that is God had truely been angry with the brothers for going against him, he’d have done more than cast them out of heaven, he’d have seperated them’. He’d have taken away what they fought so hard for and made it so that there was next to no chance of them ever meeting again, but it was his favorite who lead the charge against him and he’d punish Luficer for that the worst. the girls are all in the Human Realm (because i love genderbending and have a much easier time writing women compared to men), all but Lucifira, who was thrown to the devildom and far away where she’d never have a chance of seeing her sisters ever again. It’s his only mistake thinking that Diavolo would never let her leave the devildom. anyways, random fic idea, probably will do art for it too but it won’t be very good since i have little artistic skill outside of words. But like, would anyone be interested in reading this?

[trashybat]

Unexpected, that you'd

unravel

the science my heart had thought

It traveled.

To map out love

and what

It Is //~//

Because if I skimmed

my past 《》

like backwards chapters~

I'd never find a constellation

of

paragraphs

that

made me hap◇pi♡er.

You change me in a loving way, but

Deep▪︎

lik▪︎e a

s▪︎urge▪︎ry.

It hurts to grow ●out ▪︎of the

●dark●▪︎ in me.

[[You let the li☆ght in]]

like tiny stitches,

Rewire me

With kisses; &

the preconceived beliefs

Of what is or isn't

significant movement;

Because I feel Sun

On my shoulders when /

you tie your hair

Up in a funny shape◇

it's too nonsensical and

Pure○°○°

To look past♡◇

swear I feel

free when you laugh.

Significant surely//

Assuming I am

where I want to be;

Simply by catching your eyes

((How their color holds me))

safely○● &

Some how,

Smiling, you give yourself away.

I do so [all too] openly,,

Although;

I do love reading you like mystery.

(>I'd become puzzled over<)

that rested in corners

of my grandparents bookshelves.

My grandmother said

If she were patient,

they were always her favorites.

I wanna be patient with you.

You make me learn to be still//

Against my will//

I'm trying to silence the war in me

So I can float in the waters of you.

I wanna learn your currents ~~

and the connection of

your tides to the moon.☆○●•

Your teeth against collar bone

Your kisses on my neck▪︎•

Dismantle my pessimistic.

My hope insomniac;

Sunrise in my chest.

>I did everything to not deserve this.<

If what they say about religion

and God is true××

The love I now know makes

God

and goddess

Of

me and you.

It's light

and h e a v y lik e

Dried

》flowers

in a dusty

Bible●

You unwrap me like

stubborn rose bud

To remind me what

I'm made of

I cry at the sight of

gold inside

You see what I am a n d deem it enough

But you're making me ◇so♡ whole

I fear I love you

too. *much.

I would steal you stars just to

comfort you

when we're apart >><<

But you much disprove any thieveries

Or scandals of any sort

▪︎□▪︎You carry the purest°°° metals

in ♡ that strong & wholesome heart

And I am magnet to you...

The way you sew and stitch

Meteorite threads through

Super novas split

By cruel times ||

That dug inside

and scarred my seams

I want to》 bury sunlight 》

in your arteries

So light is

all your lungs.

b r e a t h e

& I could pour black on all the truth~

But your honest eyes

Fight midnight

labyrinth

Until

its see-through.

Then

love notes

In my troubled blue &

Violet seas ¤□¤

Lullabying

Static insecurities

Reminding daydream

Real time\\

Reverie.

If you asked me;

Favorites, memories~

It's an abstract in

between

Comfortably 'lost' //

(Afloat in never again

turned to maybe)

It's a million butterflies °°and

67 degrees• \\

Forecast colors made for eyelids

And the shade of smile ◇

of the (golden)

-first time you looked at me;

& built like wizardry

A wall of self respect in me.

When your arms

wrapped around my ribcage /

Limbs keeping shaking ones composed;

《exposed

shadows》i cried, caught

with p ois on

on the porch.

How [all you asked]from me

Was ♡l i v e♡

How suddenly\`\

I'd n e v e r wanted more.

[perfectisgeorgette]

Light of my life, fire of my loins Be a good baby, do what I want Light of my life, fire of my loins Gimme them gold coins, gimme them coins

Birthday — Mar. 25 2000 Zodiac Sign — Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Taurus Rising MBTI — ESFP Enneagram — Type 8 Primary Vice — Selfish Primary Virtue — Determined  Element — Fire 

Overview:

Mother — Denise Midler  Father — Thomas Midler  Mother’s Occupation — Socialite Father’s Occupation — Lawyer/Law Professor Columbia Family Finances — billionaires - white collar Birth Order — Only child Brothers —  N/A Sisters — N/A Other Close Family — Grandparents - John & Verneal Foxworth  Best Friend — Hannah Kennedy, her childhood best friend from primary school. They met on the play ground when Georgette bit her and then brought her a flower the next day. They no longer speak regularly - she has a family with a baby and Georgette is Georgette Other Friends — Georgette is not one to have many real friends yet unfortunately Enemies —  Her 'haters' and anyone who is selling stories about her Pets — none yet Home Life During Childhood — very loved but perfection and image were heavily important Town or City Name(s) — Manhattan, New York City What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Georgette had an entire wing of the families pent house. Open rooms with her bedroom in the center. White marble floors with gold accents. Floor to ceiling windows that looked out into the city. A walk in closet with shelves and shelves for all her accessories. Any Sports or Clubs — Junior League in High School. Alpha Phi sorority in College Favorite Toy or Game — loved to play dress up and play pretend Schooling — went to all girls private school in New York City. Instead of staying in the city for College like her parents wanted she went to University of Florida in Miami. Graduating early with Business and Government Degree Favorite Subject — American History Popular or Loner — In high school she was popular with her clique, in the pageant world she was always popular, and in college she was treated poorly her freshman year due to her lifestyle and reputation but eventually became an it girl. Important Experiences or Events — winning her first Mini Pageant showed her that she was truly special - never losing a pageant after. Not getting a bid to her first sorority of choice due to mean girls secluding her - but realizing she got into a better one. Nationality — American Culture — American - specifically New Yorker Religion and beliefs — undecided

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Alix Earle Complexion — Spray Tanned, really bad acne that she gets treatments for - takes acutane Hair Colour — Naturally Blonde - with highlights Eye Colour — bright blue Height — 5’7” Build — Tall, slim, toned - with breast augmentation Tattoos — none as of now Piercings — Double on her ears Common Hairstyle — Long, loose waves, blown out twice a week - trying to not have extensions but loves the fuller look Clothing Style — anything trendy - lounge wear, classic looks, laid back fashion - unless she is dressing for an event. Always designer. Always the best quality. Mannerisms — judgey eyes and scrunched nose Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — cannot remember the last time she was sick Physical Ailments — nothing besides acne - it is very bad to include cystic if she is having a bad flare up Neurological Conditions — none Allergies —  none Grooming Habits — she has a rigorous skin care routine and cannot go a day without showering Sleeping Habits — either too much or too little Eating Habits — very concious of what she eats - but does love to go get snacks from the store - has used Ozempic to curb appetite Exercise Habits —  she works out daily - but that could be a hot girl walk outside or 2 hours at the gym. Really needs a trainer. Emotional Stability — very short fuse and her emotions can range from rage to love Sociability — Very outgoing and not afraid to talk to anyone just doesnt mean it will always be nice Addictions — Nah Drug Use — no thanks  Alcohol Use — vodka soda - minimal calories

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — impulsive, has a bit of a temper, reckless, tends to over romanticize everything and anything  Good Habits — very determined, tenacious, head strong, eloquent  Best Characteristic — she really has the ability to be a realistic girl with genuine content on social media if she just let down the perfection obsession Worst Characteristic — rude and perfectionist   Worst Memory — middle school when she realized she may be a Midler but she genetically had her grandmothers nose and had the work acne in the world - she couldnt go to school without comments being made. Self conscious she would pick at all bumps on her face leaving scars. Causing her mother to start treatments and medicine with harsh side effects to fix it Best Memory — when she won her first Junior Miss Pageant Proud of — her career, her lifestyle Embarrassed by — her body dismorphyia, her acne, and her natural self Driving Style — does not have her drivers license - one does not drive in NYC Strong Points — passionate, dedicated Attitude — Indifferent, bossy, friendly, fake Weakness — the mirror Fears — failure or being ugly  Phobias — nothing serious Secrets — her scandal - why she is in Swyn Lake  Regrets — that she was so insufferable - mostly that she was exposed Feels Vulnerable When - when someone truly sees her Pet Peeves — incompetence Conflicts — tbd  Motivation — to be the best of the best - to ascend in society without the looming scandal Short Term Goals and Hopes — for the scandal to die down, to make swyn lake her home, to find a place she can fit in Long Term Goals and Hopes — to find a man to fit her lifestyle, to return to influencer life, to be a judge at Miss America Sexuality — bicurious Day or Night Person — both Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert! Optimist or Pessimist — both  Greatest Want — lime light Greatest Need — acceptance

Likes and Styles:

Music — pop girlie. Books —fashion magazines - would never admit she reads fantasy romance books Foods —  soft pretzel with cheese! Any and all fruit, sushi, bagels with cream cheese, and chips! Drinks — iced coffee with splenda, diet coke, and iced water Animals — poodles and dolphins Sports —  College Football and NFL Social Issues — to the public she is indifferent Favorite Saying —dont you know who i am darling... Color — light purple and pink  Clothing — trendy, classic, high fashion Jewelry — wears a lot of rings and necklaces and earrings Games — will play wordl and sodoku on her phone TV Shows — RHONY, RHONJ, RHOM, RHOOC, RuPauls Drag Race, MTV The Challenge, and Gossip Girl  Movies — War Movies, Chick Flicks, and nostalgic animation

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Mansion in The Woods Household furnishings — currently ordering new furniture for her new home Favorite Possession — her vanity Most Cherished Possession — locket she got from her parents when she was a little girl- with pictures of her mom and dad Neighborhood — The Woods Town or City Name — Swynlake Married Before — No Significant Other Before — a few boyfriends but they were never anything real - more for show Children —  None!  Relationship with Family — She is very close with her parents. Even though they are very busy and have very strict social lives and jobs she speaks with them daily. A daddys girl through and through. Car — n/s Career —  socialite Dream Career —  socialite - influencer Dream Life —  socialite with a husband who is ok with her lifestyle; owning a home in NY but traveling and starting a family maybe through surrogacy Love Life —  single and ready to mingle  Talents or Skills — very personable when being her true self, can sing and dance  Intelligence Level — very smart almost too smart but does not let it show Finances — trust fund baby

[stcut-hearted-infoo]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺.

• FULL NAME: yumeko tsukine

• NAME MEANING: yumeko means 'child of dreams' and tsukine means 'moon'

• AGE: twentythree

• DATE OF BIRTH: september 16th

• PLACE OF BIRTH: iwagoto, japan

• CLAN: tsuki (moon-clan)

• CURRENT LOCATION: osaka, japan

• ETHNICITY: asian

• GENDER: female

• PRONOUNS: she / her

• RELIGION: buddhism

• OCCUPATION: in the period of ancient japan (tokugawa-period) she learns to be a real onmyoji. in the 21century she studies history and fashion and works at a little cute café in osaka.

• FINANCIAL STATUS: doesn't think much of material things like money, but helps where she can and usually gets some money or food in return

• LANGUAGES: english, japanese

𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬.

• FACECLAIM: jang won-young

• HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: black, she often wears it long and open, dying it sometimes, but mostly she has black hair.

• EYE COLOR: deep dark brown

• HEIGHT: 5'1"

• BODY PARTS: thin body and clean, soft skin

• FASHION LOOK: she often wears a red or light purple yukata or kimono. also she wears one of these modern outfits included a short skirt and a top with a collar and other modern outfit styles.

• 𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗦, 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗦, 𝗘𝗧𝗖: she has a big 23 cm long scar on her stomach, it runs from her belly to just below her breasts and she shimmers in a mix of white and light pink.

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀.

• LOVES: the nature, devine beings, kami, sakura mochi, her fox shape, the sun, butterflies, rain and human beings

• DISLIKES: being alone, fire, the demon king genno, the third oni lord yaburama (bcs he killed master isao, denga-san, nitoru-san and all the other monks)

• POSITIVE TRAITS: confident, passionate, ambitious, optimistic, heart of gold, helps too much, sacrificing, would die for her friends.

• NEGATIVE TRAITS: don't understand sarcasm, (because she grew up in a temple full of monks from an early age), helps too much, sacrificing.

• ELEMENT: her blue-white fire

• ANIMAL: fox

• 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡: spring/summer

• 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗥: red & purple

𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 & 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺.

• MOTHER: kiyomi-sama, daimyo of the tsuki (moon clan)

• FATHER: - doesn't know him, but he must be the white powerful and full fledged kitsune-yokai, seigetsu-sama.

• FRIENDS, her closest companions: kage tatsumi, reika-chan, taiyo deisuke and okame-san.

𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺.

─── master isao and denga-san are both important character for yumeko. they're holy monks and both raised yumeko to that girl that she is today. after yaburama, the second oni general, has killed all the monks at the temple of the silent winds, they left her a important part of a scroll which can use to destroy or save the whole world. so now she must find the temple of steely feather to bring the first part of the scroll to the protectors of the second part of the scroll. because of the fact that she was raised in a temple, she doesn't know the usual idioms or sarcasm. that's why she is mostly apologizing and try to understand what sarcasm means. likewise, many things are still foreign to her, but she gets to know them with every new day.

─── she was born in the tokugawa-period in iwagoto the Empire of the Emperor, but for crossover reasons she lives because of an accident in the 21centuries osaka.

─── in the original story she fall in love with kage tatsumi, but in my version of her she yet don't have feelings for him.

[delulu--lulu]

-Prentan, Life Moon

After everyone’s settled, there’s music that can be heard from the beach. It’s the villagers chilling with their Kompa music and the kids playing random games playing in the background. 

Jai sits between Juniper’s legs as she braids his hair into cornrows, with him wincing at how tight she braids now and then.

“Gbaga. Why you braiding so tight?” He winces.

Juniper shrugs. “You asked.” She answers. Vasilisa chuckles with a smirk on her face and Jai glares at her. Jai pauses his glares to look behind Vasilisa and he frowns. 

Vasilisa notices and looks behind herself too. “What are you looking at?”

“For.” He corrects. “I’m looking for Sachiko.” She shrugs. 

Karma picks up her basket full of fruit, smiling as she watches Sachiko dive back into the water, where Ka’eyna continues floating. She’s glad to finally be let in on her new love interest. Typically, they’ve been boys, but Ka’eyna doesn’t discriminate. Mostly. If she’s attracted, she goes for it.

She hands the basket of sweet fruit to Constance who cuts them up, getting them ready to serve to the kids. Starting her chores early, she manages to keep her mind busy for most of the day and not constantly think of herself. Well, she does think of her a few times, each memory bringing a gentle smile to her face. But it isn’t until the evening that she realizes she hasn’t seen her all day. 

“Nooo, no, no. That’s cheating! You can’t hit the ball with your tail, you little shits!” Haru shouts at some Prentanian boys, he and Genji trying to teach them the game they call football. They’re all outside at the beach by the fire, where the villagers typically hang out after long days as the sun sets. 

Kya giggles at Genji’s futile attempts to explain the rules of a move lespri game-that’s what they call it-to the other kids. Kotoko is the only one listening, which seems to be enough for him. While Sachiko and Ka’eyna are in their little world, spinning underwater. 

Jai enters the scene with Vasilisa at his side. Though something seems different. Jai is more laid-back in an oversized blue shirt, a blue cap backward, light joggers, gold bling, and sneakers. 

Juniper walks up to him with her arms crossed and an amused look on her face. “What are you wearing?” 

He smacks his lips, fixing his shirt collar. “Girl, whatchu talkin’ ‘bout? I’m in my Smokey era.”

“You watched Friday, one time!” She laughs out loud. 

“Stop it!” Kya squeals loudly, squirming underneath Haruki for him to relinquish his grip. Her body wriggles and twitches at his touch, small droplets of water dribbling down her brown skin. The sounds of island life resonate throughout the village and the horizon peaks from above the crystal-clear waves. 

Kya’s eyes widen at the sound of her name from afar, most likely Azusa signaling for her to come to dinner. A silly grin is given to the boy before she shoves him off, wiping the small bits of clumped sand from her clothes. Quickly she readjusts her yellow headwrap and top, hoping Azusa won’t tease her for her disheveled appearance. 

“See you later.” She smiles, raising a hand as she swiftly gives the boy goodbye. He waves in return, eyes never leaving her form as she walks away.

Audible chatter fills the beach again, small, nimble hands going to set the table as the adults prepare to eat. Kya takes a seat by Sachiko, trying to avoid the almost pompous stare Azusa sends her way. Kya suspects her wrath will come sooner than later, if not for her messy appearance or late arrival to dinner. It’s embarrassing, the fact that none of the kids can do anything without one of them teasing the other. 

“So.” Azusa starts quietly, earning a deafening silence from the rest of the kids once she speaks. All listening in on the juice, but none of them look up to avoid getting caught. But it’s easily shown that they’re ear-hustling. 

“How was exploring with each other, Kya and Haruki?” The mention of each other’s names makes both of them freeze. Haruki attempted to hold back a cough, leg bouncing rapidly underneath the table at her vague words. They share looks but their expectant answer gets interrupted by Hayami and Juniper shoveling food into their mouths as quickly as they can before jumping up with a song playing in the background. 

“Can we go?” Hayami asks in a rush. 

“Where are you going?” Sky asks her with a quirked eyebrow. 

“Our song is on-” 

“Caribbean Queen!” Genji sings out abruptly. “Now we’re sharing the same dream!”

Naomi joins him. “And our hearts, they beat as one!” 

“No more love on the run.”

A few of the kids, even the adults, stand up to dance along with the rest of the villagers in a type 80s style. Sachiko and Ka’eyna continue back into the shallow end of the water with each their slice of fruit. They’re where their feet can at least touch the seafloor if they needed to. They waddle all around into the clear water in the sunsetting light. The fish scatter when their feet appear and it’s beautiful. 

Sachiko slurps up the juices from the sweet yellow fruit and it accidentally trickles down her chin onto her neck and chest. She downs her fruit in all one bite but Ka’eyna still has her slice of fruit. She goes to take a bite but Sachiko leans in and bites a large chunk of her piece off. 

“Sachiko!” Ka’eyna exclaims. 

She laughs. “I’m sorry.” She says as she hugs Ka’eyna from behind and gently places a kiss on her shoulder. Sachiko wraps her arms around her belly as Ka’eyna closes her eyes in pure bliss. She feels at ease and like she’s in heaven with Sachiko. 

Sachiko kisses her shoulder up to her neck as Ka’eyna lets out a gasp. Sachiko moves to kiss her chest but not before a whistle is abruptly blown and the both of them get splashed with water along with the obnoxious yells of Jai. 

Turns out Jai had blown the whistle and thrown a buoy in the water right next to them. “Hey! There could be kids around here! No PDA in the ocean!”

Sachiko turns to her brother with an annoyed look on her face. “You get to do sickening PDA with Juniper all the time. Why can’t-” 

“I’m sorry.” Ka’eyna interrupts. “But did you just throw a buoy at us?” 

Jai narrows his eyes at them. “Inappropriate PDA, sassing back, and swimming right after eating? I’m red carding both of you. No going back in the water for thirty minutes until your food digests and another thirty until your horniness and attitude cool down.”

“So an hour?” Sachiko deadpans. 

“Yes, an hour! Go dry off!” He points angrily at the mangroves where the kids in timeout “dry off” by sitting on them with a towel on their backs shivering their tiny asses off. Sachiko and Ka’eyna grumble but eventually obey and make their way to the kid-infested mangroves. 

A kid shivering under his towel chews on his slice of sweet fruit, Ka’eyna sits next to him unknowingly. The kid looks at her half-bitten piece of fruit and hands her his.

The sun has already had its time during the day and now it’s the moon’s turn to shine. Karma and Constance stand far away, sitting on a beach chair watching their kids and their friends interact with each other like there’s no tomorrow. Constance turns her head knowingly at Karma. 

“What?” Karma stares back at her. 

“When were you going to tell me?” She asks.”

“Tell you what?” Constance gives her a look and Karma moves in her seat uncomfortably, turning her attention back on the waves slowly drifting back and forth. “I was going to.”

Constance turns, looking at the ocean with her. “No, you weren’t.” 

“Constance? I was just supposed to announce it when you first arrived for all the kids to hear my business?” 

“No, but you could’ve told me later.” 

“Mylrande’s been missing for two weeks after an argument with Daniel and the boys have been gone for five days, looking for her. There, I said it. Happy?” Karma crosses her arms, saying it without looking into Constance’s eyes. 

Constance moves her entire body to look into Karma’s eyes. “Are you okay, gyal?” She asks, softly with a hand on her knee. 

“I don’t know.” Karma’s voice is no louder than a whisper. Constance looks at the kids messing around then at Karma, then back at the kids. She helps Karma to her feet and the both of them make their way to the palace. 

Karma stops in her tracks, looking back at the ocean but Constance reassures her. “The kids will be fine. I know for sure my kids won’t do anything wrong.” The two women walk slowly into the palace. They shut themselves inside Karma’s room and they talk for hours, and hours, and hours on end. They don’t even realize the few kids that come back to get ready for bed and the ones that don’t.

“So, Jeremiah’s back in town.” Constance says. By now Karma has changed her position to her head laying in Constance’s lap. “Does Ka’eyna know?” 

“Ka’eyna doesn’t like to talk about Jeremiah.” Karma says. “First she didn’t get it but now she understands and she feels sick anytime someone mentions his name. That used to happen to me too.” Karma also remembers crying anytime the name Jeremiah would come up. Her older sister always comforted her when it happened and she remembered Daniel crying when Karma told him what his best friend did. 

He was crying because he couldn’t protect his little sister. 

“Where are we going?” Natanya could’ve sworn asking the same question repeatedly for the last moments that have passed as Aapo continues to grasp her hand, leading her somewhere. She’s starting to get frustrated with the silence he’s been giving her. Opening her mouth as she’s staring up at the back of his head, almost asking the repeated question again when Aapo turns around to face her, leading her to shut her mouth, hoping he’d finally answer. 

“Just trust me.” Natanya tilts her head and sighs in defeat, that isn’t even the answer she wants but she guesses that’ll do. Then she finds herself in an unexplored part of the jungle in the village. For her, at least. 

It’s still dark out so she busies herself with admiring the bioluminescence around the place, how it crawls up in the trees and runs underneath her feet, the ground glowing with every step she takes with Aapo. 

“Are we there yet-” She asks when she’s looking at the ground but ends up bumping into Aapo as he suddenly stops in his tracks, leading her to look up. 

“Woah…” Is all she can utter. 

In front of her is a secluded waterfall, there are tall trees surrounding it as it looks to be leaning in towards the waterfall, its leaves cascading down towards it as it glows along with the water, it almost looks to be breathing as the lights glow and disappear in a pattern. Under the waterfall Natanya can see the bright glow, the water running down creating ripples of light that make her wonder why she didn’t hear it when she was this close? 

Aapo can’t care for the view however as he already knew this spot thanks to his plan, so he takes the time in watching the awestruck look on Natanya’s face, making him feel like he already accomplished his mission, but it’s far from over. 

“Let’s go.” He says, tugging her hand again, slowly pulling her into the waters. She gasps as the cool water hits her skin, already sending tingles down her spine as she’s swallowed in with him. Once she’s done admiring the beauty from around her, Natanya turns to look at Aapo who has a proud look etched on his face. 

“Aapo, did you..?” All he gives her is a shrug, smile still on his face. 

Swimming towards him she places her hands on his shoulders. “This is amazing.” Aapo leans in, touching his forehead against hers as he blinks, looking at her. 

“Swim with me.” He leans back before diving under. Natanya finds herself smiling, diving under with him. She finds him already at the bottom. She swims, her tail helping her reach her destination quicker as she sways. 

Aapo gently grabs her, pointing in the direction. Her eyes take in the beauty of the corals around her. There are also little fishes that swim, creating light lines around. Turning to face Aapo again, Natanya finds him carrying small shells in his hand, looking at it then at her. 

“This is for you.” His stripes flash underwater. 

Natanya smiles, feeling like her heart’s about to burst from his actions. “What’s with all of this?” She asks, her stripes flash. Aapo doesn’t answer, however. He smiles at her and simply points up to the surface. 

Already knowing what he means, the two of them waste no time going up. Reaching the surface, Natanya waits for him to appear. Once he does, she wastes no time coming close to him, pecking the side of his cheek. 

“I’ll tell you, but let’s move over there.” He jerks his head towards the rock that hangs just above the waterfall on the side. After reaching it, Aapo quickly sits down, patting the space in front of him. 

Natanya swears her cheeks are already hurting from how much she’s smiling as she nestles in between his legs, leaning back against his chest. 

Aapo leans in, placing his chin on her shoulder as his strong arms make their way in front of her. In his hand she can see the shells he had shown her earlier, three of them to be exact, and a string on the other hand. 

The two of them sit in silence as Aapo makes quick work of making the necklace. He often leaves a peck or two on her shoulder as he works, leading Natanya to shiver every so often. 

By the time Aapo finishes, she finally leans her head to the side to look at him. “You haven’t answered me yet.” She reminds him. 

Aapo chuckles, holding the necklace in both hands. “Let me put this on you first, okay?” Natanya rolls her eyes playfully, nodding as she puts her hair up, Aapo’s fingers ghosting over her neck as he ties the necklace. “Done.” 

Wasting no time, Natanya leans back against him as he wraps his arms around her protectively. “So, you’re going to answer me now?” She laughs. She can feel Aapo’s laugh vibrate from his chest. 

“Yes. I just wanted to spend some time with you to show how sorry I am.” 

“Really?” She asks and Aapo scoffs playfully. 

“Yeah, really. I’ve messed up a lot and you’ve given me more chances than I deserve.” Aapo says as he watches Natanya’s mouth open to respond. But he continues. “You are an amazing girl, and I’m so lucky to have you. We have a lot of time in our hands, I want to make it up to you, and I missed you-missed hanging out with you.” He now softly says, squeezing her in a hug, hands ghosting just above her swollen up belly. As if he’s scared to touch it. 

Natanya’s about to respond when Aapo’s finger points up at the sky. “Look.” There it is, such a romantic scene at the break of dawn, the two of them in each other’s arms as the day finally begins, in such a beautiful place. 

The two of them watch. Natanya looks down at Aapo’s hand resting on her thigh. Moving, she brings his hand up to her stomach, leaving a kiss on the back of his hand as she turns around to look at him, leaning against his shoulder. 

“Thank you.” She whispers, pecking his jaw. “You’re forgiven.”

Aapo shifts as he takes her in front of him, hands going up to her cheeks as he hastily leaves a kiss on her lips. “Anytime, k’aatech.”

[mewgirl1995]

Summary: 

Once upon a time long, long ago, in a galaxy not too far from our own lived a prince and a princess…

When the 501st and 212th chase a droid with stolen Republic intel into Wild Space, Anakin and Obi-Wan land on a strange planet. With promises of love and safety, they find themselves trapped in a fairytale that neither of them wish to wake up from. When they fail to return to the fleet, it is up to Ahsoka to save them.

Read on AO3 (from the beginning)

Excerpt:

Long black curtains hung over every window in the castle, blocking out any and all light. They were deep and dark—like funeral shrouds. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but be unnerved by the sight of them. Flickers of long-gone life flickered through the Force. Once the castle had been vibrant and beautiful. Whoever lived there had been beloved—that much Obi-Wan could sense. But there was also something darker and colder hiding behind those happy memories. Pain, suffering, and death lay in the stone walls as well.

A shadowy figure darted by, and Obi-Wan spun around to cast light on it. Twin green-yellow eyes blinked back at him. The creature was feline in appearance, with two tails swishing back and forth. Its long angular face studied Obi-Wan, then its eyes flickered to Anakin before it turned and darted away. When Obi-Wan looked around the room, he caught glimpses of other similar creatures. They all watched with intense stares, but Anakin didn’t seem to notice them.

At the far back of the room loomed a large portrait. It must have been antique, considering it appeared to be a painting rather than a digital image. Anakin wandered over to it, carefully shifting his lightsaber to cast enough light to examine it. Despite the general disrepair of the village, the portrait remained in relatively good condition. A light layer of dust covered it, but Obi-Wan could clearly distinguish three figures.

A woman stood on the right. Her long black hair was half down and half woven into intricate braids. A sparkling silver crown with white crystals set into it adorned her head. It wasn’t gaudy in any way, just a simple circlet. Spiraling silver designs covered her skin. They seemed similar to Twi’lek and Togrutan markings, but the woman appeared human. Instead of a gown, she wore a tunic, vest, and trousers, which had similar silver patterns though they were obviously meant to be stars and the moon. A silver belt wrapped around her waist, shimmering bright against her black clothing. A cape laid over her shoulders, clasped at the front with a silver chain running between two crescent moons.

A man stood on the left. His blonde hair sat in loose curls, smothered down by his golden crown. Much like the woman’s, it was relatively simple—just a gold circlet with white crystals set in it. He, too, had markings across his skin, golden swirls that disappeared under the bright white sleeves of a fancy collared shirt. A cape also hung around his shoulders, though it had two little suns connected by a golden chain.

Both the man and the woman had blue eyes, though the man’s were the color of the sky on a bright sunny day, and the woman’s were the color of the sky just before a storm. Both wore matching silver hilts, but Obi-Wan couldn’t see a blade on either of them. The man had one hand resting on the woman’s shoulder, and her hand lay against the small of his back. Obi-Wan let his eyes trail down.

Their other two hands rested on the shoulders of a small girl. She wore a blue dress, and her curly white hair barely brushed her shoulders. Instead of a crown, she wore a silver chained headpiece with a single white crystal over her forehead. Both suns and moons covered her jewelry and clothing. Her facial features were a perfect mix of her parents, and though their smiles were small and subtle, she wore an eager, overly wide grin. Protective fondness for the child filled Obi-Wan immediately. Which was strange as he had never met her.

Anakin reached out, brushing some dust from the portrait. “What happened to them?”

“I’m not sure.”

It may have been a trick of the light from their sabers, but Anakin’s eyes seemed glassy. His gaze stayed locked onto the portrait. “They were so happy. Can’t you feel it?”

Movement caught Obi-Wan’s attention, and he turned. A flickering form seemed to disappear around a corner, but it could have been a shadow. Still, he could have sworn that someone was there. Again the desire to leave leaped to the forefront of Obi-Wan’s mind.

“They were in love,” Anakin said breathlessly.

Obi-Wan reached out to grab Anakin’s sleeve, but he darted away. As Obi-Wan followed, his legs felt heavy. Each step took incredible focus. The air grew thick as they headed further into the castle. Even the Force felt weighed down, and Obi-Wan started desperately scrabbling to feel Anakin’s presence. Why did it feel like he was slipping away?

Shaking the strange feeling, Obi-Wan followed Anakin along the walls, examining them more closely. There were recesses set into the stone that Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to see until they were close. Identical crystals to the ones in the chandeliers were nestled in them. He had thought their blackness was simply due to the shadows, but they remained dark when Obi-Wan moved his lightsaber to get a better look. He hummed thoughtfully and reached out. The crystal hummed in return, and delight sparked through the Force.

[rinjharford]

The exact relationship between Death and Life has been lost to time. Not even they themselves knew their relationship. All they knew was that ‘We are together forever.’

The manifestation of Love and War knew that they cared for each other. In the before they were separated by a wall but stood tall. A knight and their princess, together they lived, in death together they stayed.

Sun and Moon always knew that they were siblings. A boy and a girl who just wanted to share clothes. Why must clothes have genders when they are all the same?

Lightning Wind and Water are neighbours, they think. They are not sure but they were close. They died in a storm due to the element they now controlled. It took years of comfort for them to even use them.

Mercury didn’t have an element like her counterparts. She represents the people and not only the good parts. Her eyes would shine with the intelligence of someone who lived a long life in the before. However, she had died at a young age now was stunted and easily unnoticed when she was summoned.

Time doesn’t remember much about the before. All she remembers is that Death and Life were friends with them. And Life got hurt because of someone and Death holding their body. Time remembers being numb and blood was splattered against their knuckles.

Their original names were lost to the before. All that is left is the celestial beings that they would come to share their name with. Not a name of their own until Amanda.

Sun and Moon became Chandra and Selene.

Mercury became Leah.

Venus and Mars became Aiko and Adira.

Jupiter, Uranus, and Neptune became Levina Aella and Anahita.

Life And Death Earth and Pluto became Phyllis and Ciara.

Time Saturn became Horatia.

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Poison was in the cup. Phyllis looked dazed. Not looking straight at them but at the wall.

“Don’t die. It was meant for me. ___.” What? Horatia’s eyes went blurry. “___!”

The names were omitted from their memory.

“Everything would be alright. Right? Right ___.” Ciara turned to Horatia. “She’ll be fine. Right?”

Horatia didn’t answer.

Instead, they got up and ran.

“___! ___! What happened?!”

“You asshole!”

Horatia had caught the server by the collar and punched him in the face. “How dare you!” Their fists pummelled his face until Ciara pulled them off him.

“Stop ___. You’re only making it wo-”

“He killed her. He killed ___.” Tears streamed down their face.

“She wouldn’t want this.”

Death was always kind to the living while viscous to murderers. Life has time before it needs to be ripped away.

Life was quick to kill but always held their morals tight. Blood is meant to be spilt.

Time was just apathetic to blood. They just observed and only stepped in at times of most dire circumstances.

But it’s ok. Why?

Because they have each other. Forever and ever together.

“Hora.”

They looked up to meet Phyllis’ blue eyes.

“Ever wonder what colour your eye was before?”

She -Was that even her gender before?- tilts her head. “Not really.” Her eyes switch to a more green-dominated colour. “I have you, Ciara, the rest of the spirits and of course our mistresses.” Phyllis sat beside Horatia and leaned her head on their shoulder before closing her eyes. “Do you wonder what colour your eyes were?”

Hora looked up at the mirror-like ceiling which reflected the gold eyes they now had. “Yeah I do.” Were they brown or blue? Green or hazel?

“I like your eyes, how they are now.”

Horatia huffs.

“For your information ‘ora you had grey eyes.” Horatia turns to look at Ciara who sat on the other side of them. “Phyl had brown ones.”

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm not too sure about mine but I think they were also brown."

“Yeah, I think they were.” Phyllis nods and lifts up her head.

At this point, Horatia was ready to get up when Leah came rushing in.

“Save me you guys.” She jumps straight into Horatia’s arms trapping them in their seat as the other trio slams into the wall.

Anahita looked like she enjoyed the chaos a bit too much as Levina tried to pull Leah out of Horatia’s arms as she tightened her grip on their tunic. “Let go of them Leah.”

“No, you’ll shock me.”

“Well you deserve it.”

Aella had been holding a cackling Anahita which is why she had not intervened. Selene just leaned against the doorframe and watched them. Chandra had popped up from behind them and picked up Horatia and by conjunction, Leah stopping the dispute between Leah and Levina. Phyllis and Ciara who were holding on to Horatia let go, leaving the Time entity in the hands of the Sun entity.

“Y'all a mess.” Selene says before turning away.

Most of the others turned at each other and laughed. Anahita followed Selene as they were under the same attribute. Chandra puts down Horatia and Leah, who ran after the duo who left. Aella patted Horatia. The only reason she can do this is because of their height difference.

Horatia shakes the pat off.

Then in a flash of light Aiko and Adira returned from the other world.

“What happened here?” Adira asked as Aiko ran somewhere.

“Leah pranked Lev.” Ciara says playing with her hair.

“Ah, so a normal day.”

“Pretty much.”

Horatia nods when her pattern appears at her feet calling her to the other world.

“I’m being called.”

All in the room saluted except Ciara who found herself in the same predicament.

And with that Death and Time left.

[madeupoflowers]

👘 How does you’re next romantic partner/spouse dress? 🎀

This reading a bit longer and complex than my other readings and felt like trying something new and exciting for you all! I know everyone looks for and manifests different things love wise, which is why this is gonna be a “Next partner/Spouse” reading since the next person you manifest may be a spouse or not depends on what you’re hoping and manifesting into your life. I made sure the reading will apply to both parties especially with complex and unique descriptions and images(male and female) for each pile. I wanted to make it as gender/sexuality inclusive as I could. I hope you all find the answers you seek and come in with an open-heart. I wish you the utmost luck to you all! I hope you enjoy. Sending love. 

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Pile 1 

I get the feeling your partner dresses sexy. The things that are standing out strongly is the colors orange and red. I see them favoring warm tones(reds, oranges, yellows). Male or female, they like to wear low cut shirts/dresses. Off the shoulder style. I feel regardless of gender he/she likes to show off their muscles. I see if female, she likes corsets and favors backless dresses. Showing a little cleavage. Emphasis on neck/collarbones. There is a matching style here too. For example, if female she may match her lingerie with her outfit(so if purple lingerie, she’ll wear a purple dress, matching heels, etc.). I also see wearing heels a lot. Hats/beanies/caps. Capes, trench-coats, letting a fancy suit casually hang over the top of their shoulders. Belts that emphasis hip area. Long hair especially if male. Bold makeup. This person’s style defiantly turns heads and attracts many. I get a feeling they dress boujee too lol. I saw sparkly gold jewelry as well.

Channeled messages: Cartier, blue dress, leggings, kitten heels, flowers in hair, spring, red hair, moon/sun necklace, high boots, gloves, feathers, snakes, purple.

Pile 2 

  Oh chile- y’all’s next romantic partner’s style is fine AF. I see low waist jeans, skirts. Corsets, tube tops, garter belts and colorful tights. Dresses especially the ones that are long at the back. Men got facial hair for sure. Voluminous hair regardless of gender. Long sleeved shirts. Flowey style whether male or female. I see a slight classy, Gothic style for some of you. Men like long black capes/trench coats and slicked back hair. Headpieces, headbands, cute clips. Peter pan collars. Long hair with short side bangs on each side(think Dua lipa from her Future Nostalgia cover that hair style). The men here love to look like regal King’s lol. His style screams power and darkness(I thought of Dracula). The women have this feminine temptress style that screams bad bitch and Queen shit. I don’t see them wearing too much revealing clothing but enough for you to want to know what’s underneath, like ASAP. Regardless of your gender preferences, you’re next partner is fine as hell and damn I see your jaw dropping when you see this person. 

Channeled messages: vampire, dyed hair, bangs, red hair(this was prominent in last pile so maybe it also applies to you!), flowers patterns, dove charm, chest hair(if you like males), bold lipstick(blood red is really coming through), confidence. 

Pile 3

Are y’all born rich or somethin’??? Damn, you’re next partner’s style is boujee. I see expensive coats, and western “kimonos”, silk and velvet. Expensive lingerie or boxers. Legs. Legs are a big thing here, I’m getting a lot of messages with this. Long legs, very tall whether male or female. Model vibes. Wears outfits that show off their legs. If into females, she may be fond of strapless dresses specifically with a slit in the side. I see dresses with a hole above the cleavage. Garter belts and tights. Sparkly objects. Fancy hats or designer beanies/caps. Pearl/fool’s diamond headbands(or if they RICH rich, maybe literal real diamonds). Everything about them screams expensive like they could wear a plain white shirt with jeans but somehow that shirt is designer and the jeans are too(whattttttt). I had a vision of sunglasses, specifically animal print ones and tan tinted ones. The males in particular like to wear things that show off their arms, this is the guy to wear a tight white dress shirt just so it hugs him in all the right places. I also feel this person likes to look big and stand tall, which makes their fashion even more intimidating. All imma say is the outfit doesn't wear them…..This person wears things to show off whether it be their fine body or their designer/pricey labels or jewels, etc. Your next partner, Pile 3 is a whole meal and a looker. Lucky you!!

Channeled messages: expensive cologne, sunglasses, earth tones, bad boy, Virgo, lions, Lyon(France), thick brunette hair, castle, scarf, rose water, Jessica, GTA V.

Pile 4

  Ohhh, this is a sweet and airy pile. I hope that made sense. For ladies, they are very feminine. Long flowey dresses and skirts. Off the shoulder. Head pieces especially hair clips on the side. Curly hair or likes to curl their hair. Liking for bralettes and strapless bras. Though this person has this gentle and “ladylike” fashion on many days. I feel they like to wear sporty outfits too and aren’t scared of getting their hands and face dirty. Sneakers. Being able to do both(one day dresses professional and the next dressing like a tomboy, etc.). For those who prefer men, there is an emphasis on vests. Light colored shirts(no matter gender). Hang me downs. Silver pieces or silver silk outfits(regardless of gender). VERY curly hair. Not a lot of men are popping up here I feel maybe a lot of people who have preferences for women have chosen this pile. If you feel this doesn’t apply to you then I would strongly recommend picking another pile. Thank you all for reading my loves!! 

Channeled messages: curls, braids, tousled hair, horses(someone may really enjoy horseback riding), bows, swimming, dolphin, Starbucks, gray felt chair, warm tones, smell of sunscreen, Cancer, moonlight reflecting off of water, paintings, powdered donuts. 

[remorseful-regretful-guilty]

Predictions for 2022 🎉

an oddly tall man with a wide top hat will walk into your home. he'll sport a long winter coat and pointy black shoes, his collar scruffed up, as if put on in a hurry. his lonely gaze will be filled with somber, nostalgia for the unknown. he will bestow you a pig's heart - his hands, oddly long and pale, will tremble under its weight. you will turn down his gift. his cold, blue lips will cave into a frown as you stare in dread. rejected and embarrassed, the hunched man will leave in a hurry. you will never see him again. you will miss him like an old friend. you will regret your words.

as the full moon will rise, you will cry. you will not know why. something about it seems to care. its light will illuminate your pupils and hear your sobs. the moon will understand. its glare will embrace you, enclose around your heart with the care of a stranger for a lost child. it will leave. the suns’ harsh glare will replace it, taking no notice of your suffering. you will cry harder. you will wait for the moon. it will never come.

a mother in a pitiful rage will take her daughter's life. as the fury leaves her eyes, she will look upon her daughter's corpse and she will weep. she will lull her cold flesh and wail. she will grieve. there is nothing she'll desire more than meeting her daughter once again, in death if necessary. still, she will not be allowed. the gates of heaven will be forever closed on her. so she will weep, and weep and weep, until there is air to breathe. surely, if you listen closely enough on a cold January night, you might hear her mournful cries, lamenting what she once had.

one cold summer morning, as soft sunlight seeps through your curtains, you will find yourself unable to speak. opening your mouth, all you will find is a gold coin where your tongue should be. you'll find yourself apathetic to this fact. a few winters later, laying on a hospital bed, your grandmother will caress your cheek. as she'll lull you softly, you'll think of all the things you'd to say, all the comfort you'd provide, the soft “i love you” you’d give. her flesh turns cold. that night, where a gold coin should be, you'll find a tongue. you'll want nothing but to rip it out raw.