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Top Ten Least Bad Outfits in TNG

I'm gonna be honest and say that the non-uniform outfits in TNG are not my favorite costume design in the world, but there are some looks that stick with me:

10. That Girl Who Kissed Data That One Time's Outfit:

I can never decide if I like this look or I think it's ugly, but I love the pants and tall boots combo. Her blouse is bad and the bouclé jacket is both too heavy and too fussy for this outfit, but I love the belt and suspenders combo, and the chevron embossing on the suspenders. This costume and all the others except #9 is a Robert Blackman design.

9. This Jumpsuit On That Girl From "The Dauphin":

This is the only William Ware Theiss design on this list. I love his TOS stuff but most of his TNG designs leave me cold 🤷‍♀️. But I love this is extremely 80s jumpsuit. Love the pretty drape, love the ruching on the sleeves, love the harem pants silhouette. Only note is that the whole bodice should be a structured corset bodice instead of the kind of odd structured panel it has now.

8. Picard's Shorty Pyjama Set:

TNG is absolutely full of the strangest pyjama choices you can imagine and Picard is no exception but I love this bold look. Would kill for this pyjama set. He also takes a work zoom wearing this one time which is insane.

7. Data's 1890's Looks But Specifically This One With The Shirtsleeves And The Blue Shirt:

The best part of "Time's Arrow" is that Data isn't a fish out of water in the 1890s, he's absolutely killing it, and I love that the only real Casual Data look we get is this one. I prefer the blue shirt to the pink because Data should really wear more blue, it's a nice contrast with yellow. Please also note his emerald watch fob, which was 0% necessary to blend in, he's just having fun with it.

6. 12 Year Old Keiko's Linen Overalls:

The paperbag waist! The bow! The little bows at the shirt cuffs! I can understand why she replicated a miniature copy of this outfit.

5. Beverly and Guinan's Dixon Hill Holodeck Costumes:

I'm counting these as one because they're essentially the same design in different color pallets but what color paletts! Bev is pulling off the very difficult pink+red+red hair and the mint green on Guinan is 🤌. I particularly love how Guinan's hat is so 1940s yet also echos the silhouette of her usual costume.

4. Deanna's Teal Dress:

Like all of you I prefer Deanna in the uniform, but this dress slays, ok? The space age asymmetrical neckline. The drop waist. The structured bodice. The slit almost all the way to the hip. And of course the matching tights and shoes CANNOT BE BEATEN. Also one time I saw a dude on a Star Trek forum call this a "ballgown" which baffles me to this day, this is clearly a slightly fancy day dress.

3. Picard's 1890s Look:

You'd think Picard would go full posh in the 1890s but instead he gives us this working-class Shakespearean director look and he 👏 looks 👏 incredible 👏. Way to mix textures, Jean-Luc.

2. Lore's Turtleneck and Giant Vest:

You and I know that Lore stole these clothes from the Pakleds because we pay a lot of attention to Star Trek costumes, but to a normal viewer Lore shows up and this is just his outfit!! It's giving, like, space-age goblincore and it's incredible. I want wear this oufit every day. I want to make a little doll Lore wearing this outfit to express my love for it. It's only not #1 because the pants are too orange and a strange weave.

Deanna's Ancient West Holodeck Outfit:

Deanna!!! The pants! The hat! The calico! She looks 10/10 hot in this outfit. For sure the superior version of this is before she gives her neckerchief to Worf (it really benefits from that cool highlight) but either way this is the best anyone's ever looked on that holodeck.

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Blackthorn Ch 4 | M.YG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff  Word Count: 7.4K Warnings: Verbal Threats | Mentions of Child Loss (nothing detailed) | Talks of Reincarnation | Magic  Rating: PG16

On Guard -  Princess Keena starts her tutoring lessons to help further her worldly knowledge. Prince Yoongi loses himself and the Princess has to deal with the aftermath.

a/n: As always thanks to @sailoryooons for be my beta and making the banner. Huge shout out to @colormepurplex2​ for making the Namjoon edit below. She saw me struggling and came to the rescue! 

a/n 2: Character asks are open. Feel free to ask anyone a question(s). No one is off limits.

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Princess Keena woke to the sound of Izaso and Yongsun arguing over what the Princess would wear for the day. The Princess sat up in bed and yawned with her arms stretched high above her head. Hyejin and Limbani smiled at the sight of the Princess and helped her into her morning robe and slippers. Byulyi and Fatsani set the table for breakfast and settled the Princess with a nice hot cup of fresh lemon mint tea. Princess Keena thanked them and sipped at her tea while she ate her breakfast quietly. 

Izaso and Yongsun continued to argue in harsh whispers and the Princess smiled to herself. After her conversation with Aga last night, the Princess knew what she wanted to wear during her classes. Princess Keena ignored their bickering and ate her food while going over her schedule for the day with Wheein. It was a lot but the Princess wouldn’t shy away from it. The first class was etiquette followed by language arts. After a short break, the Princess would learn the history of the Min empire followed by music and dance. There was to be another break in between for lunch and afterwards was the last lessons of the day, civics and species studies.

The Princess wondered how different the social structures of the two nations were and she looked forward to learning. Once finished with breakfast, Alinafe and Hyejin washed the Princess for the day while Chimika and Byulyi styled her hair into a single jumbo braid that had a thin gold chain with sapphires twisted in. Princess Keena watched in the mirror as Wheein started her makeup while Alinafe overlooked the process. The eyeshadow was a mix of warm nude tones with a pop of gold and thin black liner. The Princess’s lips were painted a soft taupe with cranberry hues which tied the whole look together.

Izaso walked over with a frown settled on her lips, her dark eyes narrowed as she sighed and motioned for the Princess to follow her. Princess Keena bit the inside of her lip to keep from laughing and followed Izaso to where Yongsun stood with a blue and gold hanbok ready to go. The Princess smiled and shook her head lightly as she spoke, “I will be wearing a boubou to today’s classes.”

Izaso’s face lit up at the Princess’s words and Yongsun frowned. “I understand that my attire is not what you are used to. However, it is a part of my culture. I will respect your dress when it is needed. Outside of that, I request that you grace me with the same courtesy.”

Yongsun bowed deeply and Izaso motioned for Fatsani and Limbani to ready the Princess’s clothing. Since the hanbok was blue, they picked out a light blue silk chevron patterned boubou that had a black and navy striped neckline. Izaso and Yongsun helped dress the Princess and finished the dress with a pair of navy leather pointed-toed shoes called balghas.

“Princess.” Chimika led the Princess back over to the vanity where Byulyi was standing with light blue chevron fabric in her hands. Princess Keena sat in the chair and Chimika wrapped the braid into a flat bun a few inches above the nape of the Princess’s neck. Byulyi took Chimika’s place and started to wrap the fabric around the Princess’s head carefully while Chimika watched. Once finished, Chimika smiled and nodded her head towards Byulyi as she complimented her first ever gele. 

Alinafe took over and placed five golden bracelets of different thickness on the Princess’s left arm as well as three chunky golden rings, one on the index finger and the other two on the Princess’s ring finger. A single thin golden chain cuffed around the Princess’s left arm and followed the length of her middle finger before it wrapped around like a ring; three diamonds rested in the center of the chain that linked the bracelet and ring together. On the Princess’s right hand, the two rings that the Prince gifted to the Princess rested on her index finger. Alinafe paired the thinner rings with three other golden rings that were shaped into knots and wings with sapphire and diamond jewels.

A knock at the door pulled Wheein away from tidying up the room and she hurried over. As she opened the door, Hoseok smiled brightly while Prince Yoongi stood in the distance dressed in white nagajuban with a black kimono over it that had golden ginkgo leaves and tigers stitched along the hem. A deep red obi was tied around the Prince’s waist and a red haori was on top of the whole outfit with the haori himo designed as thin ropes of black and white beads tied in the front.

“His Imperial Highness is here to escort Her Highness.” Hoseok bowed his head as he spoke and Wheein nodded her head before she shut the door.

“Princess!” Wheein hurried over to the other and grinned. “His Imperial Highness has come for you.” 

Princess Keena waited as Yongsun gave her a finale once over and bid her goodbyes to her handmaidens before she followed Byulyi to the door of her chambers. 

While the Princess was away, Yongsun and her underlings would have lessons with Izaso and the others so that they would be able to take care of the Princess once it was time for them to leave. Byulyi opened the door and Princess Keena smiled when she saw the Prince standing in the hall with his hands behind his back.

Prince Yoongi’s lips pulled into an easy smile as he unclasped his hands from behind his back. “Good morning, Princess.”

“Good morning, Your Highness.” The Prince offered the Princess his arm and Princess Keena linked their arms together at the elbows. “Is your throat feeling better?”

Prince Yoongi nodded his head. “Much better. I hardly feel any pain.” The Prince led the way to the Princess’s first class and they spoke softly to each other. 

Aga and Hoseok walked behind the royals while Minho and Mingi walked in front. Hoseok watched as the Prince laughed at whatever the Princess told him. Aga kept his face blank as he watched the Princess walk happily beside the young Prince without a care in the world. Aga was surprised to see that the Princess had chosen to wear one of her boubou and not a hanbok. The young royals looked good side by side, but Aga wouldn’t voice his opinion out loud. Hoseok kept his amber eyes on the two as servants and guards all bowed out of their way. 

As the Prince reached the first lesson of the day, he turned to the Princess and took both of her hands in his. Prince Yoongi stared down at the rings on the Princess’s fingers and his thumb brushed over the rings that he gifted. His dark eyes flickered up to search the Princess’s face for any hint of fear or hesitation and when he found none, he huffed a laugh.

“Have you no fear of today?” 

“What have I to fear, my Prince?” 

Prince Yoongi licked his lips as he thought over the Princess’s question. “I suppose a paper cut or an ink stain at most.”

Princess Keena’s lips twitched as she suppressed her laughter and gave the Prince’s hands a light squeeze. Hoseok cleared his throat from behind and the Prince nodded his head before he squeezed the Princess’s hands in his. 

“Enjoy your classes, Princess.” 

Prince Yoongi bowed his head and pressed his lips to the Princess’s knuckles as he pulled her right hand up to his mouth. The Princess felt her face heat up and she bit the inside of her cheek as the Prince loosened his hold on her hands and pulled away.

“I will be with Seokjin and the royal advisor if you need me. Do not hesitate to call for me.” 

“I will be fine, my Prince.”

Prince Yoongi clicked his tongue and tapped the Princess on the tip of her nose, “Good luck, Princess.”

Prince Yoongi stepped away from the Princess and waited until she disappeared behind the sliding door with Aga. Mingi and Minho stood guard outside and the Prince narrowed his eyes at them.

“If they are not tutors or attendants, they are not granted entrance to the Princess’s classes.” Prince Yoongi growled as his eyes flashed gold. “Hoseok is the only other permitted to enter.”

“Understood, your Highness.” Minho and Mingi both bowed and the Prince walked away with Hoseok beside him.

Inside the room, Princess Keena looked around. It was decorated in neutral tones with small splashes of color and very tasteful. A chabudai table sat towards the back of the room with two cushions in front while the center of the room was empty. The dark wooden floors looked brighter from the natural sunlight that spilled in from the rounded cut out windows. Large twin vases stood four feet tall, tucked in the corners of the room with cherry blossom branches in them. 

On the ceiling above, sunstones shined a soft light through the blue and green lanterns that hung in a cluster. Aga stood off to the left side of the room and watched as the Princess sat before the table. No one was present in the room so the Princess took the moment of silence and gathered her thoughts. 

A knock at the door sounded throughout the room before someone stepped inside and the Princess kept her back towards the door. Aga watched as a tall woman dressed in deep green and black garb entered the room. There were no symbols or designs stitched into the fabric. The woman wore a long black tunic that stopped just above her knees and faded into green closer towards the waist. Her black pants looked to be wrapped around the woman’s legs in a style that Aga knew to be dhoti. 

The woman’s black hair was coiled tightly at the back of her neck with tiny silver clips scattered throughout the neat bun. Aga took notice of the way the woman didn’t look like the rest of the people in the castle. This woman had dull grey skin and large blue eyes that bulged out of her and didn’t quite fit her face. Her face was more angular, and her chin had a strong point with a mole the size of a pea that rested above her left eyebrow.

The woman bowed to Aga and walked over to the Princess. The woman lowered herself to her knees and bowed low, the dark fabric of the grab she wore bunched around her and the Princess noticed that the woman had blue green markings on her neck.

“Welcome to the Min empire, Princess Keena of the Escistan nation. I am Zarrin Tajik of the siren tribe.” Zarrin raised up slowly and would not raise her eyes past the Princess’s nose. “I will be your etiquette tutor during your stay within the palace.”

Princess Keena bowed her head and waited as Zarrin walked around to the other side of the table. She sat before the Princess and placed her hands on the table. Zarrin’s fingers were long and boney, her nails were blue purple and the same markings that were on her neck were on her wrists.

“Today I would like to learn what you know about etiquette. Every nation is different in how they show respect with very small overlaps. It is to my understanding that the people of Escistan do not bow at the waist lower than forty five degrees nor do they bend the knee for those of royal blood.”

“That is correct.” Princess Keena placed her hand in her lap and fiddled with one of the rings that the Prince gifted her. “While the Impundulu’s blood does run in our veins, we are no different than those that serve us. To have them soil their garbs in greeting would be shameful.” 

Zarrin’s lips pressed into a tight line and she nodded her head. “And the meaning being your greeting?”

“The meaning?” Princess Keena smiled as she repeated the question. “With these hands I will protect your life, that is my pledge to you. I see you, like you see me, that is our life.”

Aga smirked to himself, he had told the Princess the significance of their greeting when she was just a hatchling and asked many, many questions.

Zarrin sat up straighter and lifted her head. She stared right into the Princess’s eyes and grinned, her teeth all pointed and sharp like a shark’s. Princess Keena held Zarrin’s gaze and the older woman laughed. It was a rough giggle, smoothed over and drowned by salt water. Those large blue eyes shifted towards Aga and Zarrin clapped her hands before she turned her attention back to the Princess.

“A truly noble pledge to make. Thank you for enlightening me, your highness.” Zarrin snapped her fingers and the whooshing sound of the sea filled the room before a tea set made from water appeared on the desk before the Princess. “Let us start from the beginning!”

Time sped by as the Princess shared her knowledge with Zarrin. The older woman took notes and wrote up a solid lesson plan based on what the Princess lacked in knowledge. Zarrin stood to her full height and again lowered herself to her knees and bowed deeply before the Princess.

“I look forward to our sessions, your highness. Please enjoy the rest of your lessons.”

“Thank you, Zarrin. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

Princess Keena bowed her head and the siren left without another word. Once the door shut, Aga watched as the Princess sighed. 

“So that is a siren. I never thought I would ever meet one in this lifetime.”

Aga grunted and watched the door as the Princess stood from the place at the table. “Come now, Aga. Zarrin was nothing like what I’ve been told of her kind.” 

Princess Keena walked over to one of the windows and looked outside at the dogwood and magnolia trees. In the distance she spotted a young man with the softest shade of blue hair dressed in simple robes with a pair of pruning shears in his hands. He was clearly the royal gardener of the grounds, and the Princess made a mental note to find him later on.

Another knock caught the Princess’s attention and a young boy wearing a colorful outfit stepped into the room. He was short, much shorter than the Princess and had a single rose red hexagon crystal in the center of his forehead. The boy had snow white hair that was cut into a bob and framed his cherub like face perfectly. His eyebrows and eyelashes were white as well, while his eyes were a fuzzy, hazy orange-red. The boy bowed deeply at the waist towards the Princess with his arms folded outward in front of him.

“Good day, your highness. I am Wen from the Tiqto oni clan. Son of Hexer, master of languages.” 

As Wen stood, the Princess took in his colorful appearance. Yellow, orange, blue and cream clashed and came together on a beautiful patterned hanfu. The cream cross collared shirt had blue and yellow swirls along the thick neckline and dropped into an orange skirt with the same blue and yellow designs down the center. A thin blue braided silk belt was wrapped around his waist. He wore a yellow open cross collared jacket over top that had blue and cream glory of the snow flowers stitched along the wide sleeves. Wen’s robes were long enough to reach the floor and covered his feet. 

Wen offered the Princess a smile and she wasn’t surprised to see that his teeth were similar to Zarrin's; only Wen’s teeth were not serrated. Princess Keena bowed her head and greeted Wen with a polite smile as she introduced herself and Aga as well. Wen walked across the room and waited silently for the Princess to take her seat. He walked over to a cabinet and gathered the supplies they would need for his lesson in silence. Once seated, Wen set everything down in front of himself and the Princess. He had pointed nails that were as red as the crystal in his forehead.

“Let us get right into our lesson, shall we?” Wen questioned as he picked up a brush and motioned for the Princess to do the same. “Now, it is to my knowledge that you understand the basics of this nation's language, correct?” 

“Yes. His Imperial Highness was kind enough to send me a book with the alphabet and a few light novels that he enjoys.”

“Wonderful, and you understand the basic breakdown of the letters?”

Princess Keena shook her head and grabbed the other brush from the table. “I do not fully understand the breakdown. The phonics is confusing, and you have letters that I do not.”

Wen nodded his head and tightened his hand around the brush in his hand. “Write the Eezean alphabet and the Laibic underneath. I will show you a simple way to convert the letters.”

Princess Keena dipped her brush in the black ink beside her and started to write slowly. In Escistan they used humming-quill feathers to write; the tips were sturdy and thin unlike the brushes used in the Min Empire. Wen watched as the Princess wrote, her movements were stiff and lacked grace, but he kept that thought to himself. He made a mental note to inform the other tutors that the Princess wasn’t accustomed to using their writing tools.

Wen started to write the different alphabets on his own paper in front of him and he took his time to exaggerate his strokes, so that he could show the Princess the difference between their writing. As the Princess finished her work, Wen turned his paper upside down so that the Princess could read it clearly.

“It would benefit your highness if we started from the very basics of the Laibic language. Your characters do not match my own and could leave room for misinterpretation.”

Princess Keena examined Wen’s handwriting and compared it to her own with a small frown on her lips. Wen was correct, the Princess’s letters were skewed and uneven. Compared to Wen's, the Princess’s handwriting could have been mistaken for a child’s. 

“Write the Laibic alphabet again, please. This time focus on the pressure that you apply while writing. The brush is only a tool, you control its power.” Wen carefully swapped out the used paper for a fresh piece and the Princess started to write again. Her face was pinched in concentration, her brows pulled together in the middle of her forehead and her lips were pressed together in a tight line. Wen was fondly reminded of the children he had taught in the early summer days when he first came to the Min Empire.

“I would like for you to write the Laibic alphabet once more after this. You will write this alphabet every day at the start of our lesson until you can do it with your eyes closed.”

Princess Keena followed Wen’s instructions and took his criticism in stride. She knew that her penmanship wasn’t the best with a brush, and she was thankful that Wen took the time to help her perfect it. By the end of the lesson, the Princess had learned the basics of the Laibic language, and she felt better about herself. Wen bowed low and left the room in silence before Mingi stepped into the room.

“Would you like to visit the garden, Princess?” Mingi offered and the Princess agreed with a smile on her face.

“May I visit the garden outside of this room?”

“The dogwood garden? As you wish, Princess.”

As the Princess exited the large room, Prince Yoongi had just finished excusing himself from the side of the royal advisor and Seokjin. He had the time limits of the Princess’s lessons memorized and vowed to himself not to miss any of her breaks. Hoseok walked by the Prince’s side and smiled as they made their way to the room where the Princess’s lessons were held. Minho stood guard of the room and informed Prince Yoongi that the Princess was in the dogwood garden with Aga and Mingi.

Prince Yoongi found his way to the dogwood gardens, and he wasn’t surprised to see the Princess talking to another one of his childhood friends, Kim Namjoon, the son of the royal gardener. Namjoon stood with his back turned towards the Prince, his peach and honey toned robes a stark difference to his light blue hair that was pulled into a low ponytail with a white ribbon. 

Prince Yoongi walked forward, and he could hear the Princess as she asked Namjoon a question about the lifespan of the dogwood trees. He smiled and spoke up before Namjoon could answer, “Eighty years but our trees are over a hundred years old.”

The Princess and Namjoon both turned around and Namjoon bowed low at the waist. The Princess had started to lower herself into the bow that Zarrin had taught her and Prince Yoongi’s eyes bled gold before he growled. Aga and Mingi were in front of the Princess instantly while Hoseok stood before the Prince with his forearm against his chest. The Princess was shocked, she had never heard the Prince growl and it sent a shiver down her spin.

“You bow to no one, treasure. No one is above you!” The Prince rasped and Hoseok took notice of the patches of black scales that were visible on the Prince’s neck.

“Get her out of here!” Hoseok snapped to the guards and the Prince’s golden eyes seemed to burn brighter while the skin under Hoseok’s hand heated up. Aga pushed the Princess into Mingi’s arms and allowed for the two of them to leave first before he shot Namjoon a look and rushed off.

“Agust-” Hoseok hissed through gritted teeth as he pushed on the Prince's chest, “-bring him back. Now.”

Namjoon saw the way the Prince’s nails had blackened and nearly doubled in length as his hand twitched. Before the Prince could lash out, Namjoon grabbed the Prince’s wrist and restrained them behind his back. 

“Yoongi come back to us.” Namjoon urged and grunted as he felt the Prince fight against him. 

Hoseok’s amber eyes started to glow and the veins on his hands shifted from blue to red as his own body temperature started to heat up. “Agust, I will-”

The Prince’s golden eyes snapped to Hoseok’s face, and he grinned with elongated fangs on full display as he hissed. “What will you do, bird of fire?”

“Do not test me. Bring the Prince back, now!”

The Prince growled and huffed out a thick plume of smoke before he narrowed his eyes, “He won’t have control forever.” 

The Prince’s body suddenly slumped forward, and Hoseok was quick to catch the weight with Namjoon’s help. The two friends stared down at the young Prince and Namjoon sighed. “I’ll make a stronger brew.”

“I must tell her Majesty.” Hoseok lifted his face towards the sky and whistled loudly, a single high pitched note that wasn’t heard by anyone. Shortly after a black eagle flew down onto the nearest branch and Hoseok spoke up. “Inform her majesty that the Prince would like an audience with her in his chambers.” The eagle flew away and Hoseok looked around making sure that no one was around. He nodded his head towards Namjoon and clicked his tongue. “Use my route.” He dug into the pouch on his hip and pulled out a small smooth silver stone the size of a pea that had a faint glow.

 Namjoon took the bead and crushed it in his hand before he scooped the Prince into his arms. The bodies of the Prince and Namjoon suddenly disappeared before Hoseok and he sighed. “I will be there shortly. Please stay with him, until I come.”

“I know. I got him.” Namjoon hurried off, his and the Prince’s body hidden by the magic of the 

starstone. 

Hoseok looked at his hands and was thankful that his temperature was back to normal. The last thing he needed was to lose his own control while dealing with the Prince’s dragon. Hoseok took a deep breath and walked into the palace with all emotion stripped from his face. He needed to grab Seokjin before they made their way to the Prince’s chambers to meet with the Empress.

In the palace, Princess Keena was back inside the room where her tutoring took place. Aga was on high alert, the threat of danger ever present in the forefront of his mind. The Princess waved Aga off as he tried to have her lessons canceled for the rest of the day. Aga wanted the Princess back in her room where no one could touch her. Princess Keena ignored Aga’s wishes for she understood that somehow, she had done something wrong to upset the Prince. She wasn’t sure what, but she knew that the Prince would explain himself in time.

Mingi knocked on the door and followed an older servant while they carried a tray of tea in. Aga watched the servant’s every movement as they prepared a fresh pot of tea for the Princess. Princess Keena thanked them softly and Mingi led them out the room before he shut the door. The Princess sipped at the tea and sighed as she felt Aga’s eyes on her.

“I am unharmed, Aga.”

“You could have been-”

"Nou pa rete sou te kapab genyen. Ou te anseye m sa." Aga huffed and sucked his teeth at the Princess’s words. He should have known that his wise words would be used against him one day. A knock at the door made Aga’s back stiffen and when the door slid open to reveal a man and women, Aga narrowed his eyes. They were dressed in matching sage and cream hanfu outfits and the Princess noticed that they both wore a single silver band on their ring fingers. 

The woman was taller than the man, he stood at her shoulders; they were very cute together. The woman had a flawless face, too perfect and smooth to be human while the man looked no less than average with a stocky build. They reminded the Princess of yin and yang; they complemented each other nicely. The man looked surprised to see the Princess in the room as he carted a bunch of different instruments behind himself. His black hair was cut close to his head and the style made him look younger than what he most likely was. 

The man smiled all the same and bowed low with the woman beside him. Her mulberry hair was pulled back away from her face and hung in a single braid that just grazed the floor. The tips of her ears were pointed, and the Princess smiled politely. A human and an elf, she was pleased to see them together. 

“Good day to you Princess. I am Hue Kwangseon and this is my wife Ellarian.”

“We will take turns teaching you the joyous music and dance of the Min Empire as well as the rest of the world!” Ellarian’s voice was light and sweet, fresh cotton in a spring breeze. 

“I look forward to your tutelage,” the Princess beamed as she bowed her head.

“Please allow us to set up. We were not expecting your highness to be present,” Kwangseon explained, and the Princess nodded her head.

“Take your time. I will do what I can to stay out of your way.” 

Ellarian laughed at Kwangseon’s face flushed as he struggled to find a polite way to wave off the Princess’s words and failed. He ducked his head down and got to work on setting up the room with instruments while Ellarian made sure the center of the room was clear of anything that would cause harm while dancing. Aga watched as the husband and wife moved about the room, he stood his ground as the wife smiled at him and the Princess laughed to herself. Aga always had a hard time with females.

“What would you like to start with first, your highness? Dance or music?” Ellarian questioned and the Princess thought about it.

“Dance. I fear that I am not very skilled with instruments even from my own nation.” The Princess admitted and Aga choked on a laugh. It was true, the Princess could not play a single tune. Ellarian laughed softly and offered the Princess her hand to help her off the floor.

“We will start with a dance all ladies of the court learn for their coming of age. It is a mixture of a waltz and quickstep.” Ellarian explains as she steps away from the Princess. “Are you familiar with these terms, your highness?”

“I am not.”

“Wonderful! You will do well in your classes, your highness. It is much easier to create art from a blank canvas!” Ellarian raises her arms, a hand pointed out while the other is held out diagonally from her chest. “I will demonstrate the proper posture for this dance, and I would like for you to focus on how my upper body moves.”

Kwangseon sits on the floor off to the side with a bendir drum in his lap. He offers the Princess a gentle smile before he starts tapping out a beat. Ellarian speaks as she dances, counting loud enough for the Princess to hear. Her steps are elegant as if she is dancing through the air alone with just the beat to support her weight. The Princess is memorized by the dance, it looked simple enough compared to the dances that she had learned from her own nation.

The dance came to its end and the Princess clapped her hands happily while Ellarian bowed. “Now! Let us see your form.”

The lesson went back and forth with dancing and music. Kwangseon didn’t look to be put off while his wife dominated the lesson. He was more than happy to provide the music for the dances. At the end of the lesson, Ellarian was more than pleased. The Princess’s form wasn’t perfect, and her footwork wasn’t confident, but she had tried and kept at it. Kwangseon left some homework for the Princess. She was to study a simple sheet of music and play it on the drums during the next lesson.

As the couple left, the Princess felt lighter. The incident from the garden no longer lingered at the forefront of her mind. She wondered if the lessons were switched for that very purpose and if so, who called for it? 

The Princess sat at the table and thought about the different people that she had meant so far that day. Escistan was filled with hybrids, species that shared their body with an animal’s spirit. Humans were commonplace as well but that was it. The Princess had only read about the other species that she had come in contact with. Elves, Oni and Sirens had always felt like a myth to the Princess and to see them in person was an experience all in itself. The Princess was thankful for the chance to widen her knowledge from such fantastic tutors. 

While the Princess continued with her lessons, Empress Eunkyung sat in the Prince’s chambers with Hoseok, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hyungwon, the royal physician, a trusted witch whose family had been in service of the Min’s since the beginning of time. Prince Yoongi was put in the center of his bed, his face ashen and dull as his body struggled to recover from Agust’s sudden take over. Empress Eunkyung watched as Hyungwon moved around the bed and placed small floating tea lights around the Prince’s body. Hyungwon looked over the Prince’s body and checked for any abnormalities while he chanted a purifying spell to help soothe the dragon that hissed within.

“What happened in the garden?” Hyungwon questioned as he stepped away from the bed and turned his attention to the others in the room.

Hoseok hesitated to speak. In his mind he recalled what took place and nothing stood out to him that warranted Agust’s presence.

 “I am unsure of what triggered the dragon,” Hoseok admitted truthfully, and the Empress rested her hand on Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Tell us the events that took place, Hoseok. It doesn’t matter how small or insignificant you may think an action to be. Dragons are proud creatures and clearly something offended Agust.”

“Yes, your Majesty.” Hoseok cleared his throat and motioned for Namjoon to start the story from when he first started to speak with the Princess. Hoseok took over from the time that Prince Yoongi and himself went into the garden and by the end of the story all eyes were on the Empress.

Empress Eunkyung looked at her son and touched his cheek gently. Her claws pressed into the flesh but did not break the skin. She pulled her hand away and sighed, “Seokjin.”

“Yes, your Majesty?” 

“The crown Prince will be in your care until further notice. Hoseok, you will do well to keep the Prince and Princess away from each other.”

Hoseok and Seokjin shared a look before they both bowed low. The Empress turned to face the two younger men and smiled softly.

“There is no need for worry, I assure you. Agust is showing off for the Princess. He can sense the power that she holds within, it calls to him in a challenge.”

“The Prince will not like this news.” Hoseok pointed out and the Empress sighed.

“That is where Seokjin comes into play. If you keep him busy, he will not worry about the Princess.”

“And if he fights us?” Seokjin prompted as he glanced at the sleeping Prince.

“The brew you created will aid in keeping Agust quiet for the time being. If he breathes wrong, Hyungwon will step in.”

The men all bowed to the Empress, and she looked at her son once more with a frown on her face.

“I understand how meaningful their friendship is. Be prepared, for Yoongi will fight you in his down time. I will keep an eye on the Princess’ lessons myself and spend my time with her.” The Empress turned and lifted her head, her eyes sharp as she spoke, “The crown Prince will not interfere if I am present. The same goes for Agust, for my dragon is much older and has his respect.”

“Your Majesty?” Hyungwon spoke up as he started to gather his tea lights. “Forgive me if I am over stepping. However, I feel that it would be in the Princess’ best interest to move her into a separate home of her own.”

“The twilight hanok is vacant and it is close to the lotus pond,” Namjoon offered.

“If we are to keep His Highness away from the Princess, I think the butterfly house would be best,” Seokjin stated as he looked at the Empress. “It is the farest away from his Highness’ chambers and if I’m not mistaken, it is also where his Highness has prepared the Princess’ welcoming gift.”

“Is the butterfly house vacant?” Hoseok questioned.

“Since the start of his Highness’ project, the house has been vacant.”

“Very well,” the Empress nodded her head and folded her hands in front of her. “Once the Princess’s envoy leaves at the end of next week, we will move her into the butterfly house. I expect everything to be prepared for her arrival.”

“As you wish, your Majesty.” 

Again, everyone bowed and Hyungwon escorted the Empress out of the Prince’s chambers as his medical bag floated behind them.

The three men stared at their sleeping friend before Hoseok spoke up, “Namjoon. Forgive me for adding more duties but I would like for the butterfly house to be under your care until the Princess is moved in.”

“Shouldn’t one of the Princess’s handmaid's take care of that?” Seokjin frowned and Hoseok nodded his head.

“They have their hands full with learning how to care for the Princess.”

“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it,” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “I’ve wanted to change a few things about that house. It’s a little outdated if I do say so myself.”

Seokjin and Hoseok laughed and patted Namjoon on his back as they all headed towards the door of the Prince’s chambers. 

“Don’t overdo it, Namjoon. You only have a week to get everything finished.” Seokjin reiterated and Namjoon waved him off.

“I could push it for another day or two if need be,” Hoseok offered, and Seokjin sighed.

Hoseok smiled at his friends and bid them farewell before he closed the door and took his seat beside the Prince’s bed.

The Empress excused herself from Hyungwon and made a detour towards the room where the Princess had her lessons. Minho and Mingi both bowed low once they saw the Empress and allowed her entrance silently. Aga dropped into a low bow and the Princess rose to her feet before she bowed towards the Empress. 

Empress Eunkyung regarded the Princess with a fond smile as she instructed the Princess to rise. Princess Keena stood before the Empress, and she cupped the Princess' cheek. Empress Eunkyung flexed her fingers so as to not scratch or knick the Princess’s face as she silently looked at her. Confusion reflected in those brown eyes and the Empress lowered her hand from the Princess’s face.

“How are your lessons, dear?”

“I have learned a lot on my first day. You have chosen wonderful tutors, your Majesty.”

The Empress nodded her head and motioned for the Princess to have a seat before she moved to the other side of the table and sat.

“Aga, have Minho call for fresh tea. Please?”

Aga walked to the door and slid it open before he relayed the Princess’s message. Once the door shut again, Aga stood against the wall and tuned out the conversation between the two royals.

“I was informed of the fiasco in the garden. Forgive my son, he is but a hatchling and the dragon within is quite strong.” 

The Princess nodded her head at the Empress’ words and tilted her head in question.

“Was it his Highness’ dragon that reacted so poorly?”

Empress Eunkyung’s lips twitched as she fought her laughter. If Agust had heard the Princess speak of him like that he would have thrown a fit.

“Mmhmm,” the Empress nodded her head and cleared her throat. “Agust was the dragon reborn with Yoongi. He was one of the five dragons to rule the skies.” The Empress explained and the Princess listened to the story.

“Agust is very old and powerful. He needed a strong body and mind that could encompass all he was.” The smile on the Empress’ lips was small, hardly a smile at all. “Every dragon is destined to come back to our world many times over. As fate would have it, I was to bear the great Agust.”

The Princess watched as the Empress placed a hand over her stomach before she spoke softly. “Yoongi would have had three older siblings had Agust taken to the first. For the longest time I hated Agust but I loved Yoongi all the more because he survived. He filled every single crack in my heart with endless love and I swore from the moment he opened his eyes, I would love and protect him until my last breath.”

A knock at the door startled the Princess and the Empress removed her hand from her stomach and placed it in her lap. The door to the room opened and another servant entered with a tray of tea in their hands. The servant set the tray down and the Empress dismissed them with a silent wave of her hand.

“Allow me, your Majesty.” 

Princess Keena easily fixed two cups of tea and offered the first one to the Empress with a smile on her face.

“I see your etiquette lesson went well,” the Empress teased and the Princess felt heat as it crept up the back of her neck and burned the tips of her ears.

“Do you know why I shared that story with you, dear?”

The Princess shook her head and sipped her tea as the Empress took a sip of her own.

“You are an impundulu, a bird of lightning flows through your veins. The power you hold within calls to Agust. Whether he sees you challenging his own power or as an equal, I do not know,” the Empress sighed as she set her cup down in front of her. “I do not wish for any harm to come to you during your stay here in our home. Agust is unpredictable and Yoongi can only hold him back for so long, as you saw in the garden today.”

“I do not believe that his Highness or Agust would ever cause me harm.”

“Be that as it may, your safety is one of my main concerns. While in my charge you are my responsibility and that means you are family. You are a daughter that I have been blessed with. You shall know no harm while within these walls.”

Princess Keena bowed her head, just a few inches from the table and the Empress raised her head gently. 

“In one week's, time you will be moved into the butterfly house that rests within one of our seven gardens. Your attendees will go with you and your guards as well.”

Aga glanced at the royals, and he locked eyes with the Empress who openly stared at him. He understood that the young Prince was harmless but the dragon, Agust was a force to be weary of. Aga blinked slowly and turned his head forward silently. He would touch base with the other guards and finetune their rotation to the new location.

The Empress carefully rose to her feet and the Princess bowed low once again before she spoke, “Thank you for your company and wise words, your Majesty.”

Empress Eunkyung stroked the Princess’s cheek softly in passing and smiled. “It was my pleasure. Enjoy the rest of your lessons, dear.”

Once the Empress left the room, Aga crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow as the Princess looked at him. The two stared at each other for a short while before the Princess clicked her tongue and turned her back.

“Your silence is very loud. I cannot enjoy my tea.”

“Ou ta dwe pè l.”

“Fear him? What for, Aga? What has the Prince done to deserve such a change of my heart?”

“It would be wise to heed the Empress’ warning.”

Princess Keena turned away from the table and folded her arms in her lap, the tea forgotten. 

“I have heeded the warning. I will move to the butterfly house without complaint. That doesn’t mean I have to turn my back on my friend!” Princess Keena narrowed her eyes when Aga took a step towards her. “Kenbe yon bon zanmi ak tou de men yo!” Her voice rose as her eyes bled sliver and the sky outside started to darken.

Aga sighed and nodded his head in reluctant agreement. “Hold a friend with both hands. Yes, Princess. That is what I have always told you.”

Aga crossed his arms over his chest and bent at the waist as he spoke, “I apologize for belittling your friendship. That was not my intention.”

The Princess blinked twice and the silver in her eyes faded away. The sky outside was once again a bright blue with cotton like clouds floating by.

“I wish to retire for the day,” the Princess’ voice was soft as she spoke. The hurt from the conversation weighed heavy on her shoulders as she struggled to stand. 

Aga stepped forward to help but the Princess waved him off as she straightened herself out. “Have Minho relay my message to the other tutors, give them my apology for canceling and find a way to compensate them for their wasted time.”

“Princess-”

“Mingi will follow to my chambers. You are dismissed, Aga.”

Aga’s jaw clenched at the Princess’ words, but he kept quiet and followed orders. He watched as Princess Keena walked away with Mingi by her side and grunted. He knew his mistake had wounded the Princess deeply and it hurt his own heart to be sent away when she needed him the most. Aga swore silently to make it up to the Princess and gain back whatever trust he had lost.

[the-kshahrewar-architect]

Money is the anthem of success So before we go out, what's your address?

I'm your national anthem God, you're so handsome Take me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron He loves to romance 'em, reckless abandon Holding me for ransom, upper echelon

He says to be cool but, I don't know how yet Wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck I said, "Can we party later on?" He said, "Yes, yes, yes"

Tell me I'm your national anthem (Booyah, baby, bow, down, making me so wow now) Tell me I'm your national anthem (Sugar, sugar, how now? Take your body downtown) Red, white, blue is in the sky Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your national anthem

Money is the reason we exist Everybody knows it, it's a fact (kiss, kiss)

I sing the national anthem while I'm standin' Over your body, hold you like a python And you can't keep your hands off me, or your pants on See what you've done to me, King of Chevron

He said to be cool but, I'm already coolest I said to get real, "Don't you know who you're dealing with?" "Um, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?"

Tell me I'm your national anthem (Booyah, baby, bow, down, making me so wow now) Tell me I'm your national anthem (Sugar, sugar, how now? Take your body downtown) Red, white, blue is in the sky Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your national anthem

It's a love story for the new age, for the sixth page We're on a quick, sick rampage Winin' and dinin', drinkin' and drivin' Excessive buyin', overdose and dyin' On our drugs, and our love, and our dreams, and our rage Blurrin' the lines between real and the fake Dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me He will do very well, I can tell, I can tell Keep me safe in his bell tower hotel

Money is the anthem of success So put on mascara and your party dress

I'm your national anthem, boy, put your hands up Give me a standin' ovation Boy, you have landed, babe, in the land of Sweetness and danger, Queen of Saigon

Tell me I'm your national anthem (Booyah, baby, bow, down, making me so wow now) Tell me I'm your national anthem (Sugar, sugar, how now? Take your body downtown) Red, white, blue is in the sky Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your national anthem

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome Money is the anthem of success Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome Money is the anthem of success Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome Money is the anthem of success Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome Money is the anthem of success

Alhaitham commanded me to send this to you, i also got 2500 mora for it so there you go!

@scribe-alhaitham...its happening again!!! why must you do this??

[auroras-kiss]

squadcoronvisia!

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[Image ID: An image of Glimmer, She-Ra, and Bow from She-Ra. They are standing in a row with She-Ra in front of the others, in a blue cavern with floating blue orbs everywhere. All three are standing in a position where they're slightly hunched forward, ready to fight, with angry yet determined looks on their faces. Glimmer is on the left, and has short hair that's pink at the top and purple at the bottom. She's wearing a white cape with one brown stripe over a purple dress. She-Ra is in the middle and has long blonde hair. She's wearing a white dress with a red cape. The dress has a skirt separated from the main bodice by a golden chevron belt. The chest of the dress is divided into two sections by a golden vertical strip that extends into two three-pointed golden winglike shapes. The shoulders have golden armor caps, as do her wrists, and she's also wearing a golden wing-eared crown and carrying her sword extended in front of her. Bow has short, puffy black and maroon hair and is wearing a light pink crop top with a black bow tie beneath a white suit jacket with golden flaps, and he has his case of arrows on his back tied over his chest with a brown strap. End ID.]

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[whatisflorencewearing]

November 11, 2022 - The Graham Norton Show

Florence shimmers in a custom @thevampireswife blood red Scarlet Rain Sky Rocket Dress and Scarlet Rain Sky Rocket Cape that's dripping with embellishments and further has a big bow closure, voluminous shoulders and a tiered chevron hemline to perform @florenceandthemachine's brand new single 'Dream Girl Evil' at @thegrahamnortonshowofficial.

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[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Hail Hydra - Chapter Nine "Make a Habit of Two Things: To Help; or at Least to Do No Harm."

Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound. CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence. Prompts met; ‘The Gift of Gunpoint’ (Alternate) – December 9th prompt, Dead Dove December, ‘Paranoid’ – December 9th prompt, Hurtcember 2023, ‘Brainwashing’ – December 9th prompt, Whumpcember, ‘Can’t Open Their Eyes’ and ‘Feeling Weak From Blood Loss’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo, “Are You Serious?” – Fandom-Free Bingo.

Check it out on AO3 here, or read below the KR with the boards!

There was no respite for me because of my injury, my body being pushed ever further to new extremes, hours upon hours spent running up and down an isolated corridor, seeing how long I could keep sprinting before my exhausted, dehydrated, starved and beaten muscles gave out, and I was dragged back to my cell by my hair. Every ounce of my food was carefully measured, keeping me weak and pliable – not that it was needed. I saw Aleksi daily, his eyes flicking away from mine as I sought his gaze, and I knew, just as he did, that I would remain true to my word; there would be no disobedience from me. Not now. Despite my exhaustion, even I couldn’t help but notice the unrest that began to settle over the compound. I was left in my cell for days at a time, my wounds actually managing to heal before I was subjected to more tests and experiments. I began to feel myself descend into madness and paranoia in my isolation – was this the beginning of the end? Had I almost fulfilled my purpose, and I would soon be disposed of? The idea of not surviving this, having been through so much, was a painful one. For a while, I’d prayed for death, willing an ending to my torture through any means possible. But after months, I’d come too far to give up, and I was determined to see this through until I was free once more. Even in the height of summer, the temperature rarely rose above moderate, but at least the snow melted from the ground – so when I was dragged outside, blinking in the harsh light, my feet found dry earth rather than patches of ice. “Where are you taking me?” I snarled, jerking against my restraints through obligation rather than any real effort or expectation. “Shut up,” Ivan growled, jerking back just as readily. I’d felt the power in my muscles; I knew that if I really wanted to, I could snap him like a twig. But I was drained, both physically and mentally, and I’d long lost the will to fight. I was pushed to my knees before the doctor, wincing into the sun as I raised my gaze to meet his. “You know the drill, Американский,” he breathed, leaning close, his rancid breath washing over my face. “You obey, or the boy dies.” “Yes, Sir,” I replied stiffly, my back tense and nervous. The torture, the tests – it had all become routine and predictable. But here was something new, and I felt sweat bead under my hairline at the thought of the insidious new hell I’d face. “Двигаться! Move!” I turned my head in time to see a string of almost two dozen men dragged out of the compound, chained to one another and dishevelled - but markedly better kept than myself. They were lined up before the doctor, all but one trembling in their hole-riddled boots; the man on the end stood with an air of resilience, a worn American flag on his sleeve, the chevrons on his shoulder marking him as a sergeant - like myself. He nudged the man beside him - a young man with his head bowed and fatigues shredded beyond recognition - who raised his chin obligingly, tears carving tracks through the grime on his cheeks.

"Free the Germans and the Japanese," the doctor barked, eyes narrowed. The soldiers looked on in disbelief as their shackles were released, standing hesitant and nervous, until their seemingly-merciful captor waved his hand. "Go. If you can make your way off the mountain, you can go home. The war is over, and you have lost. We have no use for you anymore." With a glance at one another, the man began to trudge away - some at a stumbling run, others barely able to stand.

I'll be amazed if half of them make it off this mountain alive, I remarked internally - but I knew better by now than to voice my opinions.

The two remaining soldiers – the Sergeant and his companion – still stood with their chins high, staring down the doctor with something akin to disinterest, though the occasional wobble of the youth’s lip betrayed his fear. “А Aмериканцы?” the Soviet soldier by their side pressed, glaring   Americans? Both of them? The doctor’s gaze shifted to me, chilling me to the bone as he smiled viciously. “Let us test your obedience, soldier.” I don’t know what’s happening… But I don’t think I’m going to like it. “Stand.” “You obey this Russki, soldier?” the Sergeant snapped, glaring as I rose to my feet. I ignored him, my eyes emotionless as they found the doctor’s, and he offered me a gun, grip first. “Show them mercy, Американский.” I weighed the weapon in my hand, and the Soviet by the soldiers stepped forward slightly, earning a warning glare from the doctor. I could shoot him right now. I could end this. My eyes flicked around me, taking in the dozen of Soviet soldiers gathered around – and the countless more out of my sightline. I’d probably be dead before he hit the ground, and Aleksi would be close behind. They wouldn’t be allowed to walk out of here anyway. I looked instead to the soldiers, the Sergeant’s eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’re an American! Have they brainwashed you?” “Silence, soldier!” the doctor snapped, turning a glare to him, one hand finding my shoulder firmly. “You know what to do.” I know what to do. My hand shook despite myself as I raised my gun level, quickly and calmly burying a bullet into the younger’s forehead. He doesn’t need to see his superior officer be sh- The logical decision-making of my mind was brushed aside as the Sergeant charged, snarling, my shot coming panicked and unsteady, slicing through the soft skin under his jaw. He stumbled as he reached me, falling to his knees, crimson pumping over the dirt-encrusted uniform as his lip curled in a death glare. My eyes closed automatically as he reached for me weakly, shutting out the sight of this torturous display, even when the doctor growled in my ear and grasped my jaw warningly, lids glued together in horror. “Open your eyes, or the next bullet will be for the boy. And he will not go so quickly.” Reluctantly, forcibly, I resumed staring down at the Sergeant sinking  slowly, sitting on his feet as the light began to fade in his eyes. “Traitor,” he rasped, his head lowering for the first time. “Tr… T…” Tears flowed silently down my cheeks as he collapsed, his blood spreading across the dirt in a gritty puddle, pooling around my feet and staining my skin. I’ll never be clean again.

@hurtcember @whumpcember @deaddovedec @fandom-free-bingo @seasonaldelightsbingo

[puppybearuniverse]

your doors were always open. the house was always warm.

your cats were always friendly, all named after sandwiches. soft and flea ridden angels.

we collected them for the night, making sure none were under the oven, when their mom was out on the prowl.

we played VR in your kitchen, the same kitchen every birthday party i felt included in was held.

i could throw a ball for the robot dog, and it was the most novel thing. days turned into nights in a second. i hated having to go home.

the first time I played rock band was in your living room. i wonder if you know how that changed me as a person. playing music and singing with your family made me feel like i belonged.

not to mention my music taste. i wouldn't be half of who i was if not for those nights, and your dad pulling me aside, talking to me about the smashing pumpkins and how they inspired every band i loved.

i played sims 3 at your house because we couldn't afford it. i was amazed that my sim could have the hair of my dreams. i still remember her. i can't imagine you would.

you slept in every room over the years. when i met you it was the attic. then when you finally got a room downstairs, you were so excited. you painted the walls such a beautiful chevron, blue and brown. do you remember playing speech jammer? i think we were already drifting apart by then. i missed you even then.

one night i slept on your couch. i woke up to your cat on my face.

do you remember when annie ran away from home? she never met you, not that i knew of - but she ran right to your house, jumped on your couch like she belonged. i think she knew that was the only place i ever felt at home, and she knew i would find her there.

your mom tried to teach me so many crafts. i wish i listened. i sold crappy little duct tape bows with you at some booth. your mom was so patient with me.

when i fucked up, she put me in line. i never knew how much my actions hurt the people around me - but she let me know. i still remember that day at the fair, when i thought i was being funny but i was just stressing everyone out. do you remember Madison? i think i was the reason she stopped talking to you. im sorry.

we could have been kinder to each other. high school did a number on us. our history teacher said no friendship survived highschool, and we laughed. i dont think its so funny anymore.

you were loved. by everyone. by your parents, by our teachers, by our friends. you were who i was, but better. i wanted to be you so badly. i wanted what you had. it made me jealous, it made me angry, but i never had the words.

your mom supported your love of the theater. sometimes i regret encouraging you to pick it up. you were better than me at everything, and i never understood why. i still have trouble sometimes. and when you were in the little mermaid, i couldn't be as happy for you as a best friend should have.

one day in class, Angela asked if we even like each other. neither of us hesitated. the agreement was immediate. we joked about it before, but that time was different. that time it was real and we both knew it.

we were rehearsing our lines, that little script. an automatic something or other, in the little pink books our drama teacher gave us. i was the robot and you were the human, calling me for one reason or another. i was being an asshole. I can't remember why. and we agreed to practice our lines away from one another. if i could redo it, i would have been better. i mean it. i wouldn't have taken that tone. i wouldn't have snapped the way i did. i wouldn't have let you walk away.

i still miss you. i miss all of you. i miss your brother and your cousin and our history teacher's son. i miss your dad and the way he tried to get through to me. i always wanted a dad like him. i miss your sister and her love of SpongeBob, something i had never seen my passion for matched. i miss her dark jokes about bombs at eight years old.

and i miss you. god, i miss you so much. i have your husband's autograph someplace. that feels so weird to say. when we were young and foolish and i saw him in the play, i got him to sign my little playbill. i felt like he was going to do great things. and he did. he treated you right. you deserve all the love he gives you.

i should have been a better friend. god. you showed me teenagers one night at a sleepover and i was so scared. i watched grease under your covers as we fell asleep. we watched dan and phil too late into the night, we listened to the same music, you showed me how to be who i wanted to be. and i treated you like dirt.

I don't remember that last day we hung out very well, years later. i remember feeling sheepish walking through your house. i remember your brother doing a double take when he saw me in your room. "been a while," he said. it had been. i remember you wrote a poem for me. i wish i remembered what it said. i guess this is my response, years after even that.

we're 22. your birthday was may 9th, like it was every year. every year i want to tell you i love you, i miss you, im sorry. but it's been too long. we were 14 eight years ago. oh god. your sister is 20. jay is the same age as my fiance. the years keep passing and i keep missing you. i keep missing you. i keep missing you.

forensic anthropology at Berkeley college. i still remember that being your dream. last i heard you were dazzling people up in new york. i wish i had your drive, your joie de vivre. even today i hold jealousy, jealousy and regret. messaging you would only be for myself and bring you down - you have a new life now. but i remember. every goddamned day i remember. i can't remember what i did yesterday but i remember you. i remember you.

i saw your house on zillow a few years back. i walked through every room and remembered. all i do is remember. all i can do is remember.

yesterday i saw a house for sale. it was on a street the same name as your grandparents. did they live there? was that where your cousins grew up? where are they now? where are you now?

we're friends on some app. did you even know who i was? did you ever know me as who i am today? i saw you listening to weezer the other day. do you remember when we walked down the street, singing the sweater song at the top of our lungs? full of joy and invincible. the world at our back. it's better you don't see the way I'm running just to keep your back in view.

i see you in everything. it fills me with longing. i wish i had the chance to try again. i wish i did things differently. you deserved a better friend than me. but i wish it back. i wish it back so often.

lets be friends and just walk away.

[ggmahougenerator]

Name: "Miraculous Raluca, The Cursed Child!" Character: Egotistical Color Scheme: pastel silver and purple-black with birch red chevrons Motif: Foxes Hair: water blue and azure hime-cut with midnight green streaks Magic Weapons: a bow and arrows

[cindibarr]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Toddler Little Girl's Holiday Themed Hair Bow Set (12 total) NWT.

[sadstargirl2]

Money is the anthem of success

So before we go out, what's your address?

I'm your national anthem

God, you're so handsome

Take me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron

He loves to romance 'em, reckless abandon

Holding me for ransom, upper echelon

He says to be cool but, I don't know how yet

Wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck

I said, "Can we party later on?"

He said, "Yes, yes, yes"

Tell me I'm your national anthem

(Booyah, baby, bow, down, making me so wow now)

Tell me I'm your national anthem

(Sugar, sugar, how now? Take your body downtown)

Red, white, blue is in the sky

Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes

I'm your national anthem

Money is the reason we exist

Everybody knows it, it's a fact (kiss, kiss)

I sing the national anthem while I'm standin'

Over your body, hold you like a python

And you can't keep your hands off me, or your pants on

See what you've done to me, King of Chevron

He said to be cool but, I'm already coolest

I said to get real, "Don't you know who you're dealing with?"

"Um, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?"

Tell me I'm your national anthem

(Booyah, baby, bow, down, making me so wow now)

Tell me I'm your national anthem

(Sugar, sugar, how now? Take your body downtown)

Red, white, blue is in the sky

Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes

I'm your national anthem

It's a love story for the new age, for the sixth page

We're on a quick, sick rampage

Winin' and dinin', drinkin' and drivin'

Excessive buyin', overdose and dyin'

On our drugs, and our love, and our dreams, and our rage

Blurrin' the lines between real and the fake

Dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me

He will do very well, I can tell, I can tell

Keep me safe in his bell tower hotel

Money is the anthem of success

So put on mascara and your party dress

I'm your national anthem, boy, put your hands up

Give me a standin' ovation

Boy, you have landed, babe, in the land of

Sweetness and danger, Queen of Saigon

Tell me I'm your national anthem

(Booyah, baby, bow, down, making me so wow now)

Tell me I'm your national anthem

(Sugar, sugar, how now? Take your body downtown)

Red, white, blue is in the sky

Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes

I'm your national anthem

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome

Money is the anthem of success

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome

Money is the anthem of success

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome

Money is the anthem of success

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome

Money is the anthem of success

LANA DEL REY

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[mvrkgeoli]

teddy

warnings ? : alcohol / consumption, fluffy kinda and some humor, clingy drunk jisung lol

author note: i had a dream i was cuddling jisung and this came up in my head idk HDMAJDJAOS small drabble i think it’s less than 1k words

you were invited over for jisung’s coming of age day with some of the dreamies at their dorm, but what you didn’t expect at the end of the night was for the now adult boy cuddling into you as he dozed off into his drunk slumber.

jaemin only pouted at how he had never been cuddled by the boy the same way, donghyuck and renjun laughing at how you couldn’t move from your spot in order to let the boy sleep comfortably. when you did try to pull away, jisung only held your body tighter, his mouth spilling small ‘no’s and drunken hushing for you to sit still.

with the help of jeno, you sneakily slide yourself away from the boy’s arms in the middle of the night, jeno exchanging your body with one of his pillows. jisung grunted as his eyebrows furrowed before squeezing onto jeno’s pillow. both jeno and your eyes widened at the movement, scared that the boy would wake up complaining, sighing in relief when you heard soft snores from him.

you thanked jeno when you stepped out of the boys room, threading your finger through your hair in attempt to neaten your appearance as you walked to the entrance door. bidding jaemin in his room, renjun in the kitchen, and jeno walking you ‘goodbye on’ your way out of the dorm.

the next day came around with a blink of an eye, waking up in your own bed with some messages from jaemin.

strawberry yogurt | today at 10:04am

sung said he had a dream about a giant teddy bear <3

i’m still mad he chose u instead of me to cuddle tho >:(

you smiled at your screen before retorting back at the boy with a tease, continuing your day as normal after properly waking up.

a week later, you were met with separate texts from jaemin and renjun.

strawberry yogurt | today at 2:41am

our jisungie is looking for his teddy bear or whatever 🙄🙄

moomin renato | today at 2:43am

jisung is drunk again

he wont stop whining til he gets his ‘teddy’ can u PLEASE come quick, i need my sleep

your eyebrows rose at the texts, getting yourself ready out of the door in minutes. you didn’t mind walking for a few moments to the dreamies’ dorm.

after ringing the doorbell twice, the door opened to reveal a tired looking renjun. you heard chenle’s reputable laugh at a distance, you stepped foot into the dorm with a small ‘thank you’ to the boy in front of you for letting you in. proceeding to walk a few steps to approach jisung and renjun’s room to meet a woozy faced jisung sitting on the floor attempting to kiss jeno’s foot along with jaemin with a wide smile and chenle giggling away on the floor beside them as they watched the scene unfold.

“you’re finally here, he’s been whining all night. we’ve been trying to put him to bed but uh…” jeno pulled his foot away from the boy to gesture the situation before walking towards you, a small “ahh hyung,,~” was heard as jeno got away to rest both his hands on your shoulders, patting gently. “anyway— thank you for this, i wanna head to bed already.”

“it’s no problem-?” you cocked your head to the side slightly. jisung’s head tilted up at your voice, eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “t… ted- ow- teddy!” he stood up, hitting his head at the roof of the bottom bunk of their bed in trial to hold onto the ladder for balance. jisung walking towards you with open arms, letting them hang around your neck as he drooped himself down into your embrace.

“hey, sung-ah. you good?” you let out a laugh “c’mon let’s get you to bed.” the boy only nodded lazily as you dragged him back to bed.

the night ended with chenle sleeping over at jaemin’s room and renjun climbing to the top bunk with a somewhat satisfied sigh. “finally, oh my god. thanks again, g’night y/n.”

you woke up to an empty bed, scrambling up at the realization that you slept over instead of acting as just a lullaby to put jisung to sleep. it was probably because everyone was too tired or fell right asleep after you came over, you thought to yourself as you shuffled to stand up and wake yourself up with small stretches.

your eyes met with the boy himself at the kitchen, sitting in between jeno and a groggy looking jaemin at the dining table typing away on jaemin’s laptop. jisung’s eyes widened as you came into the frame of his vision. “o— uh good morning..!” he put up a motionless wave as a greeting, you only bowed and mumbled a small ‘morning’ before jeno gestured for you to sit in front of them.

jisung turned the laptop to face you. “my apology (with video)” the screen read, he pressed on the right chevron key to put the next slide on. “you made a powerpoint slide show?” you stared at jisung’s face, his lips pursed as he blinked in silence.

“this powerpoint was made to apologize to y/n for my, park jisung, dumb actions.” there was a moment of awkward silence as he waited to make sure you read the slide before proceeding to the next slide, which revealed a small video attatched, the thumbnail showing jisung with the same clothes as he wore right now but with a tiny bit messier hair.

“good evenin— morning y/n, i deeply um,, apologize for putting you through the trouble of walking in the middle of the might to … to um, take care of me when i was intoxicated with alcohol,” he had a straight face in the video, was he really taking this seriously? “firstly i would like to say—“ you tapped on the spacebar lightly to pause the recording.

“sung-ah, it really is fine.” you smiled genuinely, he only stared at the surface of the table, fidgeting with the ledges of the laptop. “if it makes you feel better, i liked the cuddles too. i have no problems with being your ‘teddy’, don’t worry about it.” you shrug as you took a piece of made toast on the table.

“does that mean drunk me would still be able to sleep okay?” he spoke a full sentence for the first time that morning, you chuckled at the boy.

“even if you aren’t drunk, i’d be happy to.”

[mogai-headcanons]

the one with blue hair from the Out of Touch Thursday meme is a genderqueer nonbinary transmasculine gxrl who is a polysexual lesbian and uses xey/xem and shx/hxr pronouns. xey also is autistic and has ADHD, BPD, and NPD, and shx reclaims the "blue hair and pronouns" meme. xey also has hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and is cripplepunk, autipunk, rabies punk, and voidpunk.

the one with purple hair is transneutral, aromantic, asexual, and demiaplatonic, and ey uses ey/em pronouns. ey is HoH, plural, autistic, and has ADHD, tourettes, anxiety, and schizoid personality disorder, and ey is pluralpunk.

the one with pink hair is a demisexual queer transfeminine cutecollector who mainly uses she/her, cute/cutes, luv/luvs, hon/honey, and 💕 pronouns, but uses any cute/kawaii themed pronouns. some of luvs genders are gendercute, luvehoneyic, cutecoric, sanriocoric, lovecoric, babycoric, pastelle, and agregender. cute is also autigender, and hon is autistic, has HPD, DPD, OCD, C-PTSD, and age regresses. 💕 also has classical Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and scoliosis and uses a walker.

the one with the bow is a trangender queer kenochoric horrorcoric gorecoric pasgoric pastelgender liminalostic aldernic intersex person. he uses he/him, e/er, and gore/gores pronouns. gore is psychotic, autistic, has ASPD, OCD, and has severe intrusive thoughts. e has a lot of intrusive thoughts and delusions surrounding murder and tries to embrace them through er MOGAI identities! he is also rabies punk and voidpunk. finally, the four are all in a polycule involving various types of relationships!

(pls use the chevron queer flag ^^ also, the one with purple hair refers to the one with long purple hair, the one with the bow refers to the one with short purple hair and a yellow bow)

queued!!

[aliens-and-shiz]

Part 68: commute

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The circular deck arced ahead as she walked, an elegant structure that seemed to grow from the doorway behind her. She was stunning and she knew it. Her royal blue dress split just under her knee, the fabric seeming almost mist with how it faded to nothingness and revealed her feet, clad in three-inch heels with a rainbow lace of gemstones cross-crossing over her dark feet. The misty quality permeated the whole garment, everywhere you look the feeling like you could almost see something in the dark but couldn’t register it. Her neck and hair were adorned in a complicated weaving of gold, gems, and silver to match the lace that adorned her feet. And on her breast, a pin with five chevrons, each pointing inward towards each other, the mark of General in Chief for the USF.

Imani studied her data-pad as she strolled through the Bubble. A top secret facility designed only for the top brass of the USF, or at least the levels she strut today. A queen walking her own castle. She couldn’t be more pleased with events. Father has returned to the Senate by now, shortly after faking his death if our plans were realized. If not… well if I can make the Arist bow I can make these humans too.

A bang echoed through the huge dome. She glanced over her shoulder at the scene far below her. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but she could see the sweat on Xu’s brow from near a thousand feet away as he practiced a one-man assault on twenty of the Council Guards… and what little sweat there was. A feeling washed through her, and she jerked her eyes away. Well… unless they have him there. Fucking scripts.

All these years, and the man still drove her crazy without even trying. Then again, he invented faster than light travel without her help. She was certainly a sucker for smarts. And there was the script issue.

She focused back on the data-pad as she walked into the large Justice Ward. She had a job to do today. She had to conduct a trial where the defense was aloof yet the key to the most devastating weapon seen since the Galaxy Cannon was consumed in its firing, giving rise to the Great Void. Yet, it had fired multiple times, and of all things was able to be reformatted into a Capitol-class ship.

But what worried her was not the trial, but his actual defense. Signs of a huge pulse of some kind, aiming right for Sol. A pulse that destroyed the beacons the interstellar fleet dropped to light their way back home. Until stopped dead by a firing of Abbadon.

Imani stopped before two imposing doors. Each ten feet tall and three feet wide, made from cast iron and carved with a relief of Lady Justice, iron scales in one hand, sword pointing in the other.

She sighed, and with a flourish grabbed the misty edge of her dress and twisted it up above her head. The dress morphed, tightening and solidifying into a uniform. A blue jacket with grey bands embroidered in gold with matching pants, tailored to fit every curve perfectly. She kept the elaborate lace that covered her hands and feet. With another wave of her hand, the doors began to slowly swing outwards.

She walked into the room, and as the doors shut behind her, a cry of “All Rise for the General in Chief!” and the shuffling of many feet were cut off with a loud clang- iron doors shut tight.

The sword adorning it seemed to come alive, swinging across to entangle itself with the scales. The Tribunal had begun.