#loquacious lily

[lily-valley-hyperfixates]

“watership down” this and “animal farm” that but. you guys are ignoring the most significant Burrow’s End influence.

Ratatouille.

[darnalila]

150124 I come to you as light in darkness a dark mind (pillaged by pilgrims) bright-eyed blazing in shadow (an umbrella of Kugelblitz) so you see enough to count my features like flowers; Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose the flush of my hips the taste of each lip the smell of sweat halved like an avocado nose nuzzled in a sweet, creamy flesh to pull out the pit - you: all darkness made bright by the sun and the twists in your tongue the comfort of your voice wrapping around all of your non-neuroticism now made real for what it is: a loquaciousness a rambling loudness of Napoleonic tendencies (in life and letters to Josephine) without aggression or overcompensation you come as a darhma darling; you inhale, (but is there something more than that?) flirting with the edges between duty and play

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

So I have no freaking idea how I did it or why y'all are here but I hit 300 followers (and on my birthday?! Wtf is happening?!)! So here is a smooch for every single one of you because you're all amazing and I am incredibly lucky to share internet space with you 🖤

To celebrate here is a list of the fics I've found that just absolutely wrecked me and healed me and made me feel all of the things:

Be Prepared to Bleed by @nocturnal-milk-dud the way Emily writes Ossie so tender and earnest feels incredibly true to his character. And her reader is badass and flawed and very human. I am hopelessly invested in this story.

It's Been You (1 & 2) by @mesmorales the way Mary wrote her Whiskey shook me up. He's caring and wounded and loquacious and so full of love that it makes my heart ache. I have never read a Whiskey fic that actually made me yearn for Jack until I read this. He's so well rounded and an actual character as opposed to a caraciture. I did not expect to love him like this and yet here I am, desperate for part 3.

No More Than a Name for Yearning by @velvetmel0n this fic made me weak. Like fucked up for an entire day, sitting there thinking about my choices kind of weak. The longing, the yearning, the absolutely devastating smut, and then to end it all on those feelings?! Ty has given us A Gift™️

Quivering Flames by @paper-cloud The amount of notes this fic has is criminal. I am legitimately shocked it's not the damn Mando fic bible. The way Matilde uses her words leaves me speechless every time I re-read. There's something so delicate and lovely about this retelling of Eros and Psyche. Her phrasing and the vivid way she weaves it all together is incredible. When I grow up I want to be as talented as she is.

Helter Skelter by @mothandpidgeon when I tell you that I would risk it all for this Ezra I fucking mean it. Yes, he's a cult leader. Yes, he's batshit fucking insane. BUT I LOVE HIM, YOUR HONOR. The nuance in his character is something I think authors rarely achieve and she absolutely nailed it. Cee's characterization is so melancholy and beautiful and I think there's something of her in most young woman. This fic is an all around wild fucking ride.

Bloom by @charnelhouse I had to take several fucking seats after I finished this bad boy. I had to drink an entire gallon of water, touch some grass and just lay tf down and recover. Just...go read it. And take a shower after.

Wednesday by @asta-lily look, I am not feral for Pedro the way most of my friends are. But Frankie? This Frankie? I love him and he is my husband now. Rarely do I read and enjoy fluff but there's just something so pure and comforting about this fic.

So to really mark this whole occasion I've opened up my requests for the first time! I'll write a fluff/smut/angst drabble for any character on my masterlist + Poe, Josiah (In the Dark), Oberyn, Kevin Jimenez, Frank Castle, and Din.

[thatesqcrush]

The Nanny, Part 2

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Follow-up to part one here. Warnings: NSFW - smut, oral (male/female receiving), squirting, daddy kink), language. WC 5.3K.

**

It was early in the morning when you woke up. You stretched, arching your back and elongating your limbs, enjoying the way the expensive sheets felt against your naked body. You winced as you did so, realizing you were sore in the best way. You looked over and realized Bryan was not next to you. You knew he was up early most days as he had to deal with legal business overseas. 

You quickly redressed and made way back to the joined apartment, where after your shower, you admired the bruises and marks that decorated your body. As your fingers traced over the love bite on your breast, your mind went back to the events of the night prior. A feeling of nervousness developed in the pit of your belly - you wondered how you would get through the day - would Bryan have regretted it? Would you still have a job? Looking at the time, you realized you didn’t have much time to ponder the what-ifs. Sandrine and Jasper would be up soon and you had to get them ready for the day.

--

The hustle and bustle of the morning did keep your mind otherwise preoccupied. “Turn around, let me see.” You told Sandrine as you finished doing her hair. Sandrine did so and looked up at you a toothy smile. You gave her a smile in return as you brushed her bangs from out of her eyes. 

“Ms. Y/N, did you have a fun Valentine’s Day?” Sandrine asked.

“Ummm, something like that.” You murmured as you leaned to grab a hair bow to clip to her hair. You slid the purple bow and then gave her a once-over. “All set - let's go have some breakfast.”

“Did you kiss any boys?” Sandrine continued to inquire as she followed you into the kitchen. You opened your mouth to reply when you halted in your steps seeing Bryan ahead, pouring coffee.

“Morning sweetheart.” Bryan greeted, his gaze turning toward Sandrine. You tried to move discreetly past the six-year old when Bryan turned to you. 

“Morning Y/N.” Bryan winked as he sipped his coffee. He was shirtless once more, and your mind flashed to how you gripped his strong, defined arms as he came inside of you not even 24 hours before.

“Hi Bryan.” You murmured, barely meeting his gaze as you walked over to where he was. Bryan watched you as he leaned against the sink, his arms crossed. You stood on your tip-toes to reach into the cabinet to get a coffee mug. 

“Let me get that for you.” Bryan offered, stepping behind you as he placed his own mug down beside you. The feel of Bryan being pressed against you and the scent of his soap caused a shot of arousal to course through you. As a result, your pussy clenched involuntarily around nothing. Bryan’s breath was hot on your neck and you felt your skin prickle. Bryan reached around for his mug once more and leaned against the counter.

“Y/N, after you get back from drop-off, you and I need to talk.” Bryan announced quietly. 

You felt your heart drop into your stomach and your cheeks burned. “Um… sure.” You replied, hoping Bryan would not hear the shake in your voice. “No work today?” You asked. “I thought you had to go into the office?”

“Took my calls earlier and two of my cases have continuances. I have the entire day ahead of me.”

Jasper happened to catch the tail-end of the conversation as he placed his empty cereal bowl into the sink. 

“Dad, you have the day off? Can we have a movie day?” Jasper asked. Sandrine let out a squeal, hearing her brother. 

“Please, daddy, please!” Sandrine begged. “With popcorn and everything!”

Bryan smiled as he leaned over to ruffle Jasper’s hair. “Of course we can - that’s if Y/N would care to join us?”

Your brows furrowed. ‘Maybe I am not getting canned after all.’ you thought to yourself.

“Please Ms. Y/N, please!” Both children pleaded in unison. 

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and smiled brightly. “Of course I can! Now, if you’re done, brush teeth and put on shoes - we have to leave in ten minutes.” 

As the children ran off, you turned your attention back to Bryan, who was looking at you once more. His face was unreadable and you awkwardly gave him a small wave before following the children to help them finish getting ready.

**

You rapped on the door quietly, with your knuckles. “Bryan? You wanted to talk with me?” You called out.

You heard Bryan beckon you in and when you opened the door, you found him sitting at his desk. He looked up at you from his laptop and gave you a smile. “Please sit.” He extended his arm to the chair in front of his desk. 

Your pulse quickened and your mouth suddenly went dry. You swallowed hard and wiped your now sweaty palms on the tops of your thighs. “So you wanted to talk?”

Bryan nodded. “About last night. It - you - I…” The normally loquacious litigator found himself at a loss for words. He cleared his throat and let out a deep exhalation. “Last night was a lot of fun, but--”

“Oh that’s never a good sign.” You interjected, nervously laughing. Bryan responded with holding a sole finger up and you instantly quieted.

“We cannot let last night happen again.” Bryan continued. “I would be remiss to say I didn’t find you attractive - and really, I should be trying to find someone to replace you as we crossed an inappropriate line. That said, you are really integral to Jasper and Sandrine’s happiness, so I will keep you on unless you want to tender your resignation - which of course, would be understandable.”

You felt your cheeks burn once more and your eyes well up. What were you expecting? A proclamation of love? That he would fall for the nanny? 'This isn’t a Harlequin romance novel.’ you chastised yourself. 

You put on a brave smile. “I totally understand. I would be happy to stay on. There is no reason why we cannot go back to a strictly professional relationship.”

Bryan tapped his desk with the top of his hand. “Great. I am so relieved that we are on the same page.”

You nodded and you waited for him to continue. After a beat, Bryan gave you a pointed look and you took the hint to leave. You shut the door behind you as you left and allowed the tears to freely fall. Unbeknownst to you, Bryan had just dropped his head into his hands, defeated.

**

Time moved forward and the seasons changed. The freezing temperatures of winter in Chicago gave way to the blistering heat of summer. The twins birthday had arrived and turning seven was apparently a much bigger deal than when you turned seven. No expense was spared. Bryan’s home was bustling with children, caterers and party professionals. 

The spectacular event (held inside a makeshift circus tent, of course) included a “trapeze” photo op, circus-themed treats like popcorn and candy, an outdoor swing, tons of colorful balloons, a “TICKETS” booth and more. Circus performers were preparing to liven up the party. Topping everything off was a truly lavish multi-tiered birthday cake with miniature versions of the children as acrobats in front of a circus tent.

Bryan had gone to pour himself a glass of water when he caught sight of you through the kitchen window. He swallowed hard as he watched you busy yourself with the children. You had dressed up for the occasion, cosplaying as Anne Wheeler. You wore a lilac sleeveless leotard with a matching short length lilac cape. White shorts were molded to your ass and thighs. Your hair was sprayed bubblegum pink. 

Bryan swallowed his drink, desperately hoping the iced cold water would help cool him from the sudden warmth he was feeling. He decided to go outside and distract himself with some of the guests. The sun was beaming bright and hot, nary a cloud in the sky. The sounds of children giggling and shrieking filled the yard space. Bryan couldn’t help but keep you in his line of sight. You had taken off your cape and was now in just the leotard and shorts. As you danced with one of the kids, Bryan couldn’t help but watch your tits bounce. His mind was suddenly brought back to Valentine’s Day and how he got an up close shot of those tits bouncing as he fucked you. 

A hand clasped Bryan on the shoulder and he turned, seeing it was the dad of one of Sandrine’s and Jasper’s friends. Another joined, a colleague, with beers in hand. “This is one hell of a party Kneef.” The blond in a teal polo replied - Bryan vaguely recalled his name was Bryce and was opposing counsel on an old case.

“Agreed.” The other man, Derek, replied. His gaze steered to you and he let out a low whistle as you bent over to talk to one of the kids. 

“Damn Kneef, your nanny sure is something.” Derek continued. “Tell me, are you fucking her?”

“No!” Bryan denied, a bit more loudly than he intended. Derek looked at him with brows arched. Bryan shook his head. “I - I - I wouldn’t jeopardize her relationship with the twins. They really love her.” Bryan replied. “Good help is hard to come by.”

Bryce snorted before taking a swig of his beer. “If I wasn’t married, I’d be taking her home right now.”

“Hell I’m married, and I am considering taking her home.” Derek chuckled. “Lily’s away on business.”

Bryan stiffened, doing his best to swallow the urge to clock both men. He was filled with a surge of jealousy at the idea of you going off with one of them, who in his mind were just a bunch of douchebags. “Really?” he sneered, turning his attention to Derek. “You’d do that?”

“Oh fuck off Bryan. You’re one to talk. If you didn’t have the kids, this would be something you’d absolutely be doing - hell, you have done it!” Derek replied, rolling his eyes. “How many times have you been caught with your pants down and some bimbo paralegal over your desk?”

Bryan chose to not respond, as the answer was too many times to count. He was the office playboy for a number of years. The only reason he was even kept around as long as he was, was because he brought in a lot of business for the firm. 

“Neither one of you are going home with my nanny.” Bryan gritted, taking another swig of his beer. “She’s…a person, not just a piece of ass.”

Both men didn’t reply, instead just looking away. Bryan let out an audible sigh before walking over to another group of friends and colleagues. “Come on, the game should be on and I have some Cubans that need to be smoked.”

At one point the adults and kids changed and it became a pool party. You sipped on a lemonade and watched as Bryan climbed out of the pool. His body was soaking and was more toned than from even the last time you saw him naked. ‘What is he doing? Pull-ups on the scaffolding?’ You wondered as he wrapped a large towel around Sandrine and Jasper. 

Your pussy clenched, remembering how you clawed his back desperately as you came all over him repeatedly, with his cock, mouth, and hands. Arousal coursed through you and you let out an irritated sigh, knowing you’d need to rely on your battery operated boyfriend some more if you were going to survive this job.

**

Hours later, the festivities were over. You and Bryan each carried an exhausted twin and set them in their room, each likely down for the night. You followed Bryan out and shut the door behind you with a gentle click before making way to the kitchen. You found an empty tiered cupcake carrier and began to pack away some of the leftover cupcakes. 

“You don’t need to clean up.” Bryan commented as he opened another beer. “I hired a clean up crew for that reason.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrugged, turning to him. Bryan’s gaze fell to your breasts again, and it was apparent you weren’t wearing any bra as he could see the outline of your hardened nipples.

“Idle hands are the devil's workshop.” you continued. Some frosting got on your fingers and you sucked your finger clean, while meeting Bryan’s eyes, which were blown with lust.

“I can find something to do with your hands.” Bryan retorted, stepping towards you and closing the gap. One arm wrapped around your waist while the other brushed some hair out of your face. You gazed at Bryan’s lips, pink, soft and plush and you licked your own lips in anticipation. His mouth began to drop to yours when the sound of a voice clearing caused the two of you to jump back in response. 

It was mommy dearest herself, lips pursed in a thin line, arms crossed. “Am I interrupting?” 

“Constance.” Bryan greeted coolly, turning away from you. “What are you doing here? Party finished two hours ago.”

“I was hoping that I could be with the kids on their birthdays and give them a present.” Constance replied, her eyes still locked on you. You dropped your head and choked out an ‘excuse me’ before dashing off to your apartment. Bryan watched as your form disappeared before turning back to his ex-wife.

“Connie - we have a custody arrangement in place for a reason. You cannot just show up unannounced.” Bryan gritted as he took the gift bags from her and placed them on the breakfast bar. 

“I know, I know.” Constance stated. As she walked towards Bryan, the echoing sound of her heels against the marbled tile filled the room. She clasped her hands together, her bracelets jangling together. “I was just hoping we could make an exception for today, after all I am their mother.”

“You left us. You were never part of their lives. You may be Sandrine’s and Jasper’s mother on paper, but that’s all you are. You are lucky I was considerate enough to entertain the amount of visitation you have in place right now.” Bryan spat.

“Bryan, don’t be like that. I was young, I had a burgeoning model career that got derailed when two pink lines showed up on the test. I have more than made up for it.” Constance argued. 

Bryan pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out a deep breath in exasperation, wanting nothing more than for his ex-wife to leave. “Connie, the kids are asleep. Please just go - you have the kids next weekend. I’ll make sure they get your gifts.”

“Fine.” Constance looked at Bryan, her brow arched perfectly in judgment. “Before I go, just tell me since when did you start fucking the help?”

Bryan spat out his beer. “What you saw--”

“Please, I am not an idiot. Just wait til I let my lawyer know.” Connie threatened. 

Bryan’s blood pressure shot through the roof. A fresh swell of rage rose inside. He clenched his fists, his guts churning in turmoil. 

 “Don’t you fucking threaten me. Get the fuck out.” Bryan growled. And when Constance didn’t move, he burst in anger. “Now! Go home Connie!”

***

You watched from your window as Constance climbed into her Mercedes and drove off. You climbed into your bed and stared at the ceiling as you contemplated everything from the last few months. ‘What were you doing? Sleeping with your boss - then the near kiss! You are such an idiot! How did you think that was going to end?’ 

‘But there is something more’ the voice in your head said. 'Isn’t there?’ that same voice continued. ‘Or were you both just so good at pretending it was real?’ 

There was a knock on your door and you shuffled your way to the door. The knocking continued followed by the sound of Bryan’s voice. 

When you opened the door, the sight of Bryan standing there, kicked your libido up fifteen or so notches. His form was stiff, with set shoulders. 

“Hey.” You greeted, stepping aside. “Come in.” There was already an awkward tension and the two of you hadn’t even spoken yet. You took a deep breath as you shut the door and followed him into the living room. 

“Can I get you anything?” You asked nervously. “I can make some co--”

“Why’d you run out?” Bryan asked, interrupting you. His expression had hardened.

Looking away, you sighed before sitting down. Your shoulders sagged and you rubbed your face, smearing some of the glitter on your face. “It was awkward! We said we weren’t going to do anything… and then it felt like we were. And then of all people to show up, it was your ex-wife! What else was I supposed to do?”

“Not run out.” Bryan gritted. “We could have talked about this.”

“Well isn’t that what we’re doing now?” You asked, crossing your arms. You hadn’t changed and you were still in cosplay. Your breasts were pushed up under your arms and Bryan felt his cock twitch in his pants. Bryan looked around your apartment for something to distract him and his eyes settled on a picture of you and the twins at the park. He let out his own deep breath.

“You don’t need to worry about Constance. She’s just bitter - she is the type of person who shouldn’t have become a parent.” Bryan replied, taking a seat next to you. He cocked his head. “Admittedly, I was that type too.” 

You turned to Bryan. “What do you mean?”

“I won’t sugarcoat it; I had more than my fair share of partners. I met Constance at a rough time in my life and she helped settle me down. We did the whole wedding thing and she got pregnant. After the kids were born, she just had a hard time giving up her old life - it was probably some kind of post-partum thing but I was too busy prioritizing my work otherwise to notice the signs. One day she was just gone. Left me a ‘dear John’ letter and that was that.” Bryan explained. 

“But the kids see her. How did that happen?” You inquired. 

“She showed up around when they were older. Showed interest. Wanted to make amends. For the sake of the kids, we negotiated visitation. I have primary custody and there’s a schedule. She wasn’t supposed to come today.” 

Bryan continued, now pacing the length of the room. “I was cut off guard when I saw her. With her, I always feel like another shoe is about to drop.”

You walked in front of him, pausing him in mid-stride. “Oh Bryan.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up at him. Bryan watched as you licked your lips and as he saw the pink of your tongue dart out, he had made his decision. He leaned down to kiss you and you met him the rest of the way. You sighed into the kiss, molding into the heat of his embrace. You felt him harden against your belly and you dropped your hand to rub him gently through his pants. 

“I thought we wouldn’t do this again. The rules.” You panted in between kisses.

Bryan broke the kiss. “Fuck the rules. Let me make sure the cleaning crew is done and then we’ll pick up where we left off.” His voice was gravelly, the tone lustful.

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed; a shiver went up your spine and your heart quickened in anticipation of what was to come. “I’ll freshen up and meet you there.”

**

You let out a moan as Bryan’s lips found purchase on your neck. His hands cupped your tits from behind, squeezing your flesh. You pushed your hair to the side to allow him greater access. A hand slipped down in front of the leotard you wearing. “No bra? Naughty girl.” He murmured as his thumb and forefinger tugged and rolled your nipple, until it was at attention. You turned around and cupped his face, tugging on his beard as you drew him in for another kiss. His tongue pressed at the seam of your lips, requesting access and you opened your mouth in response. His tongue slid into your mouth, exploring and rolling against yours. Bryan’s hands cupped your ass, squeezing them through your shorts.

Bryan broke the kiss. “You in those tiny shorts - all I wanted to do was haul you off and fuck you.” 

“You should have.” You purred as you took his arms and led him to the bed. “And then you could have told the guys that you had filled me up and that my panties were dripping with your load.” You nipped his ear, causing Bryan to growl.

“You knew we were talking about you?” His green eyes were blown with lust and searched yours. 

“Of course, I did. I have eyes you know.” You rolled your eyes. “I saw how you were all staring.” 

“But now we can make up for lost time.” Bryan remarked, kissing you once more. You smiled against his kiss as you dropped his hands and walked a few steps ahead. You made a big show of removing your clothes. “See, no panties either.” You shimmied the leotard down your hips and thighs letting the material pool around your feet.

Bryan’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched you and made his own removal of his clothes. His cock sprang to attention as he pulled down his boxers and without a word exchanged, you dropped to your knees. You took the hair elastic that was around your wrist and you scooped your still-very pink hair into a ponytail. 

Bryan’s cock was painfully hard and aching, with a bead of pre-cum weeping from the head. Bryan chuckled darkly and gripped his cock, pumping it a few times before dragging it back and forth along your lips. “You want this?” He asked, as he now tapped it on your face.

You looked up at Bryan and opened your mouth wide, extending your tongue over your bottom lip. Bryan let out another chuckle as he fed you his cock. “That’s it, take daddy’s cock.” 

You relaxed your throat as Bryan continued to press his cock into your mouth. Once he had hit the back of your throat, he holds you in place, causing you to gag, and spit to start dripping from your mouth. He released himself and before you could get another deep inhalation of air, he slammed his cock into your mouth all the way again. He again held you in place and your eyes began to water as you gagged; more saliva dripped over your chin and onto the floor. Bryan withdrew again and this time you used your hand to pump him. You gathered some saliva and spit on his cock for lubrication. You gave him a few more pumps and then you took his length into your mouth once more. 

Bryan threw his head back as you closed your mouth around him, using your tongue to go over every ridge and vein. The weight of his thick cock against your tongue caused your pussy to ache with need. Bryan focused his gaze back on you, watching as his length disappeared in and out of your mouth. 

Bryan grunted and groaned, moaning your name in encouragement as you worshipped his cock. You flattened your tongue and ran it along his length before sucking on the sensitive crown, flicking your tongue against the tip. Bryan reached for your ponytail and wrapped your hair in his grip, guiding you along again. You let him set the pace and soon he was fucking your throat, the only sounds in the room being wet, slurping sounds and the obscene moans you were making from around his cock. 

“Fucking love your mouth but I love coming in that pussy more.” Bryan grunted. You let out a whine and Bryan removed himself from your mouth. With your hair still gripped in his hand, he tilted your head up. “Is that what my girl wants?”

You nodded, desperately. “Yes daddy, come in my pussy! Please.” 

Bryan helped you rise to your feet. He gripped your chin, and took in the sight of you. Chin messy with saliva, streaks of mascara down your cheeks. His cock twitched once more - you never looked more beautiful. “Bed - now. I want to feast on that pussy.”

You turned to climb onto the bed and Bryan gave you a smack on your ass, causing you to squeal. You flopped onto your back and spread your legs wide. Reaching down with your hand, you spread your folds apart, giving Bryan an ample look at your arousal.

“Have I told you that you have such a pretty pussy?” Bryan murmured against your skin. He used his fingers to spread your lips more, revealing your flesh. He stroked your pussy teasingly, gathering your arousal on his fingertips but never sinking them into where you wanted it most. As he continued to stroke your lips, he pressed kisses along your inner thighs. You reveled in the feel of his wiry beard along your skin. You recalled how Bryan liked a bare pussy and you were happy to endure repeated Brazilians in hopes of anything would come about in the future... and now it had. 

His breath was hot on your aching cunt. You cried out as he wrecked your pussy with his tongue, burying his face inside of you, sucking and licking and devouring your slick folds.. To Bryan you were like a juicy peach, with your arousal dripping into his mouth. You were delicious and he couldn’t get enough of you. He licked you with big, broad strokes, before targeting your swollen, sensitive clit, taking it between his lips, trapping it so he could torment it with his tongue, scraping just slightly with his teeth. He reached up to grab at your tits, his large hand gripping one tightly. You cried out from the sensation of how his tongue massaged your clit furiously before dipping inside you, mimicking what was to come.

You ground against his mouth, riding against his face, as pleasure coursed through you. Bryan lifted his mouth from you and you whined at the loss. It was short lived, as he sucked two of his fingers and then slid them into your tight cunt, knuckles deep. As he massaged your walls with his fingers, he used his free hand to rub your clit. 

“Gonna come for me Y/N? Gonna make a mess for daddy?” Bryan rasped as he curled his fingers, pumping them into you faster.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” You cried out, throwing your head back. Your thighs began to shake and Bryan began to rub your clitoris roughly and haphazardly. You shouted Bryan’s name as you clenched around his fingers, squirting and soaking him in the process. You began to push away from him, overstimulated but Bryan threw his large arm over you, keeping you in place.

“Oh no, no.” Bryan darkly commanded. “Daddy wants more.” He slipped his fingers back into, this time, adding one more into your fluttering cunt and began jackhammering them. He rubbed your clitoris roughly again, the squelching wet sounds filled up the room. You cried out again, feeling the pressure inside you burst, as you squirted again. Bryan lapped you, cleaning you with his tongue, enjoying your flavor. 

You barely had a chance to recover, as Bryan slid his body over yours and slid his cock easily into you. You groaned as he filled you, the slight burn sensation mixing with pleasure as you accommodated his girth. He gripped your wrists and placed your arms overhead. 

“Hold onto the rails sweetheart.” You looked back and gripped the wrought iron rails, which elongated the length of your body.  Bryan covered your mouth with his as he  began to drive into you with long, deep strokes. He pounded into you, and you could feel his balls slap against your pussy. 

“Yes, oh fuck, yes, yes, fuck me!” You cried out. Bryan leaned up, so he was sitting on his haunches and took both your legs and hooked them over his shoulder. Bryan continued to thrust into you and you let out a wrecked moan as the angle changed, causing his cock to hit your sensitive spot. A sheen of sweat coated both of your bodies as you fucked each other. You released your grips on the rails and began to play to play with your tits, pushing them together and tugging on your nipples. 

“Yes…” Bryan grunted. “Play with those titties.” 

You moaned, and continued to do so, encouraged by his words. Bryan slowed his thrusting, rotating his hips, teasing you. You let out a choked sob as he did so, and he reached down to rub your clit. “Come for me.” Your legs trembled as you felt yet another orgasm begin to build. 

“Oh fuck daddy, oh yes!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you began to tighten around his cock. Bryan paused his movements and withdrew, tapping his cock against your clit furiously. A gush of your come squirted out, covering him and soaking the bed below. You had barely caught your breath when Bryan pulled you up and flopped you onto your stomach. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you took his length into your mouth again, bobbing on him enthusiastically. You could taste yourself on his cock.

“My dirty slut.” Bryan cooed, as he stroked your now sweaty hair. He wrapped some of it in his fist, guiding you along. You squealed as he reached over and began to lay spanks on your ass. 

You released him from your mouth, gasping more. “Yes, daddy, spank me. I have been such a bad girl.”

“Bad girls get punished.” Bryan growled. You looked up at him and nodded eagerly. 

“Mmmm, punish me daddy!” 

He pulled you up roughly and crushed his mouth against yours - the kiss was all teeth and tongue. He broke the kiss and lightly smacked you on the face and then gripped your chin.

“Is that what daddy's girl wants? To be punished for being such a dirty fucking slut?”

You nodded again. “Yes. Please.” You begged desperately. Bryan repeated the slap and then reached down to grab your tits before also slapping them.  You let out a whimper, as the pain mixed with pleasure. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him back down onto the bed. He rolled so you were on top. You leaned forward, rising slightly and reached down for his cock, lining it up along with your entrance.

You both groaned at the sensation. Bryan’s grip on your hips were tight and you were certain there would be marks on your hips in the morning. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the only sound were moans and groans as well as the sound of skin slapping on skin. 

You wanted one more - just one more to lessen the ache that only Bryan seemed to create. You reached down and rubbed your clit, closing your eyes as you let this final orgasm crash over you. You slumped forward, dropping your head by his ear as Bryan planted his feet up onto the bed and hammered into you, now chasing his own release. You mewled and whimpered in his ear, begging sweetly for his cum. Bryan stifferned, gripping your hips tightly as he let out an animalistic groan as he spilled his release into you. His release dripped out of you, pooling where you were connected.

You both stayed there for awhile, catching your breaths. Bryan stroked your back as you nuzzled against him. Finally, you rolled off of Bryan and curled into him, stroking his chest hair.

“You certainly know how to keep me young.” Bryan murmured, causing you to laugh. Bryan rolled onto his side, turning to face you. He pushed back the hair from your face. He observed a pink strand. “I like it - you should keep it.”

You smiled. “We’ll see.” Bryan hummed and pulled you to him, where you both fell asleep from the little party you had with one another.

FIN.

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[terrainofheartfelt]

You keep saying S6 of Gossip Girl is fake, so how would you have done it? Considering the same constraints the writers had (only 10 episodes, many characters, the loose ends in the S5 finale and the fact that it’s an ensemble show, so you can’t get someone away to deal with stuff)

It IS fake! As my dear friend Ivy (natearchie) said once, “canon is in the eye of the beholder,” and if every branch of christianity ever can cherry pick which parts of their mythology they deem to be true, then why shouldn’t I do the same with this cw soap about pretty people kissing?

Of course, the answer I want to give is that you can find my rewriting of the story following s5 on my ao3, but that shit’s long and you’re talking within the same 10 ep order so *cracks knuckles* let’s do this.

Oh but first lemme tell you of a god-tier s6 fix-it by S (strideofpride) here. It Healed me.

Disclaimer: since s6 is fake I don’t really remember all that happened in there so I am painting with broad strokes here. and I'm putting it under a read more because once yet again, my loquaciousness got the better of me.

Oh, for starters, let’s just get this out of the way now: Dan is not Gossip Girl. No one is Gossip Girl. The identity of Gossip Girl shall not be revealed. Because I think narratively-speaking I don’t need to, and because giving it to any of the GG mains would mean retconning like 99.99% of the show. So.

I’d open the season with both Serena AND Dan hiding away from New York, having cut ties with everybody. Blair is the one to track down Serena, finding her...not shacking up with a dude twice her age, but in a small town, anonymous, maybe she has a part-time job, maybe she finally got her yoga certification and is teaching classes. She’s doing the GOOP thing she pretended at doing between s2&3 and s3&4. Her unhappiness isn’t because she doesn’t belong in the world she’s run to, or that she’s pretending to be someone else (just a different shade of herself), it’s that she left at odds with so many important people in her life, and doesn’t she want to fix that? -- here let’s flashback to Blair tracking down chip whiskers whereverst he pranced off to, and the conversation that follows, and Blair realizing “this isn’t what I want” -- okay and we’re back to the Blairena show somewhere in...Maine or whatever.

Nate tracks down Dan still living in Italy - Georgina fucked off halfway through the summer when he gave up writing. He’s just been a barista ever since. Nate gives him a variation of the “you can’t run away when things get hard” speech, and Dan throws all the drafts of Outside (was that the name? idk) in Nate’s face. Dan’s hiding because he’s too ashamed to come back. Because he wrote this. And Nate points out: but you stopped, you’re not publishing it.

The episode ends with GG blasts that note Serena & Dan’s respective returns to NYC.

Okay here’s the broad brushstrokes coming in:

Rather than have Nate be the one with the Howard-esque scandal, let’s make it Chip. Hell, throw his resurrected dad in there too. I don’t support the prison system but I do love locking up fictional criminal rich white men. And let’s be real, any attempted coup chip would make to take his dad’s company would rely heavily on white collar crime (I think it’s nevertothethird’s fic that rightfully points out that chip barely got a high school diploma, what the fuck is he doing running a company).

I’d gut a lot of the extraneous side character tomfoolery, get Ivy out of there, get wvdw out of there, they are barely relevant as it is. Instead I would center the episodes around the core four, and their friendships with each other, and where they are going in life.

And to that point, with such a limited timeframe to work with, I don’t think I’d have any endgame pairings at all. Except Lily/Rufus. They stay married. Because I said so. (maybe the hijinks that put the derena friendship back on track is pulling off another parent trap). I’d have Dan and Serena and Blair and Nate all be friends with one another, and maybe there’s some backsliding (this is a CW show after all) or hey, maybe let’s give the Gays what they want and have a blairena and/or date hookup, just for funsies. But I think any of that tomfoolery would still be brought back to, we need to just be friends/ I need us to just be friends right now.

And I’d end the series on that friendship, with them having one last night in New York before they all go their separate ways. They are all getting out. Serena is moving to LA, because she realized that is where she’s been the happiest in the past six years, but this time, she is leaving on good terms, and her friends and family know where to find her. Blair is moving to Paris for a new job at a fashion publication (isn’t this how Friends ends??? S? Only nobody stops Blair from getting on the plane, she and her people know it’s the best thing for her). Dan is going to graduate school in the midwest (I think it was waldorfhistoria who told me he does this in the books, let’s bring in that energy!), because he wants to be a writer again, he just needs some better role models than noah goddamn shapiro. Nate, new college graduate, unemployed, is about to set off on an around-the-world sailing trip. He’s been plotting it for months, and he’s very excited. He’s not thinking too far ahead in the future, but that’s okay.

Okay okay okay I will go ahead and do a time-jump. Let’s have it be about the same length as the show one, which was what - ten years after the series began? Maybe a little longer? Something is happening to bring the gang back together: maybe it’s a Constance/St. Jude’s reunion, maybe Rufus and Lily are renewing their vows, idk, it’s something.

Serena is working her way up the ranks of a production company in LA, she’s happy and healthy and loving her life, maybe she’s doing some writing of her own. Blair is flying in from Paris, after closing another fabulous coverage of fashion week, she’s a high-ranking editor now, near the top of the ladder, and loving every second of it. Let’s allude to Jenny and Eric, too. Jenny, celebrating success with the debut of her own label (with rave reviews from Blair’s publication, and Eric, who is helping direct and provide counsel to a nonprofit centered around LGBTQA+ youth with…*drumroll*...Nathaniel Archibald. And, last but certainly not least, Daniel Humphrey, visiting NYC from Chicago to promote his new novel (his 3rd!), hitting the top of the NYT bestseller list (because he deserves it!)

They all keep in touch to varying degrees, some closer than others. Serena and Nate are too on the move to really keep up, but they make a catch-up coffee not-date which turns into lunch which turns into dinner which turns into drinks and they show up to this party as each other’s date.

Dan and Blair really only keep track via instagram, never really talking to each other directly, though he did personally congratulate her on each of her promotions, and she’s sent him a lengthy and brutally thorough review of each thing he’s published in the last few years. But they both go to this aforementioned vague event (it’s late I’m tired just go with it), arriving separately, and then at some point, while they’re catching up with other people, they spot each other, and lock eyes across the crowded room.

Roll credits.

[jsadiq]

A slice of Kuala Lumpur is toast.

While not as famous as Sin Seng Nam over at Old Market Square, Sin Hoy How is a kopitiam that has served the city delicious Hainanese fare over the decades.

And like its more illustrious competitor, it will finally shut down but for far more different reasons.

Sin Seng Nam operated from 1928 to 2013, a total of 85 years before the landlords sold off the property. In Sin Hoy How's case, they're shutting down as business has plunged 90% due to lockdowns caused by the Covid-19 pandemic.

But you wouldn't know that when visiting the kopitiam along Jalan Tun HS Lee, which was one of the first roads in Kuala Lumpur when the city was founded in the 1850s.

This place run by three sisters has survived 84 years from 1937 till now, a change of location and three road name changes to boot.

The Lee sisters, as they're known, from Auntie Kam to Auntie May and Auntie Lily, inherited the business from the elder Lee who hailed from Hainan Island in China.

Apparently there's a similarly named kopitiam in Perak too, run by relatives as the business is largely dominated by the Hainanese community.

Business used to be very good, the loquacious Auntie Kam told me, as they're located in the middle of the financial and business district. But the pandemic choked it to a trickle.

Not many pack away the standard breakfast fare of toast, eggs and coffee that used to be in house cups and saucers emblazoned with their original 5 digit phone numbers.

And not many now get to enter the city for the laksa, fish ball noodles and other meals that used to pack in the crowds at the triple storey shop house.

Instead, few turn up daily and some take away the house blend coffee powder that comes in two grades - one for consumers and one for other kopitiams.

They used to run their own roaster to blend their recipe of coffee beans with butter or margarine under their own trademarks but now outsource that process.

And so these days, the trio wait for customers with one sister, Lily, working the age-old boiler that provides hot water, acts as a bread steamer, boils eggs and used previously to grill bread when charcoal was the power source.

Now they have a modern toaster as not many toasts are ordered and served or packed. Even the the kaya steamer is unused as there isn't much demand for that to be used.

Another sister, May, runs the cashier machine and packs the coffee powder when there are orders.

She also helps Auntie Kam to serve or pack the noodles and rice when customers order via phone or when they turn up.

Otherwise, business life is just one long wait.

But there's rent to be paid and other costs that cannot be covered by the meagre business since March 2020.

It has become a burden rather than a going concern left behind by their father. And so, business will come to a stop end July.

After all, their business used to be so good that they could just close on Sundays when the street is packed with cyclists seeking sustenance and 'grammable spots.

But even if they could open on Sundays, there are no cyclists anymore due to the lockdown. Even the hipster joints across the road are as quiet as them.

Yet Sin Hoy How isn't the only kopitiam that shuts down die to the pandemic. Others have and more will as long as lockdowns continue as a means to fight the pandemic.

The pandemic kills people, the response kills businesses.

What's left of their 84 years of business is their coffee powder that they will continue to sell online.

The rest of their menu will be gone, perhaps revived elsewhere as artisanal and traditional fare in purposefully distressed shoplots to mimic the past.

And both the floors of the building, plus one loft, will go silent - bereft of the chatter from three sisters and their customers, the clatter of plates, bowls, cups and saucers, and the steam and smoke of boiling water and oil cooking food that all Malaysians love.

We shall all burrow deeper in our own silos - with snapshots of the past when kopitiams, restaurants, bars and clubs were our social centres.

Now its just the apps - to post, chat, order and pay. A digital cocoon of memes and videos for sights and sounds not smell and slurp.

Well, you can read more here

https://www.themalaysianinsight.com/s/327427

I'll go have their noodles and coffee now.

[buck-nialled]

Empty Pages - R. Mendes (4)

NOTE: thank you to everybody who is liking and supporting this series so far! I know this next chapter took a bit to post and some of you were curious but I’m happy to say it’s here and I hope you like it!

PROLOGUE // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Isabella Núñez, while loquacious in school gossip, voiced little about herself compared to the character Lily had made the girl out to be in her mind. In actuality, Lily does not recall ever participating in a conversation with her. But what Lily is aware of, is that she was a major reason as to why Connor and Raul avoid one another’s eyes in the hall to this day, and also why Raul is—somehow—still infatuated with the girl. The guilt began rising inside of Lily midway to her waltz towards the lunch table, but she pushed it down for the sake of saving her grade, and possibly her entire school year. It still caught her off guard to mull over in her head—how Raul Mendes would replace the shadowed figure she dreamt spilling gossip over a table of colleagues with a wine glass in her hand, and labeling him the one who made showing up to school a “living hell”. But if he distorted his morals as quickly as his fashion over the summer break and felt so little care to play the dishonesty card, Lily would be damned to let the opportunity of reciprocation slip by her.

“Hey, Isabella.” She began, sliding into the empty seat across from the girl and setting the tray of food down onto the table with a reasonable THUMP. The headband which held the girl’s dark strands back allowed Lily to observe the perk of her ears. The hairpin curve of Isabella’s lips tightened as she turned away from Connor, who was seated to her left and looked less than delighted at their conversation being interrupted.

“Hi…” The girl turns, greeting Lily slowly. She does not miss the flick of Isabella’s eyes as they gaze her figure up and down as if deducing the price of her outfit with a few blinks. “Do I know you?”

Lily’s lips parted, slightly appalled by the response. “Lily…Lily Mirray? We’ve been in the same classes for, like, eight years now.” She is met with a slow nod and squinting eyes from Isabella.

“Right…well, did you need help with something?” Her classmate quirks a brow at her from across the table and Lily could already feel her lips peeling open to present a malicious grin.

“Actually…” Lily chuckles, before Isabella’s nonchalant voice cuts in. “Don’t worry,” she waves one of her manicured hand and flicks her eyes to the side momentarily, “I already know what it is.”

“You-you do?” The girl inquires, her self-confidence dwindling by the second as Isabella’s focused gaze scans her up and down. Her heartbeat quickened rapidly to a stuttering tempo and she felt flush beneath the stern watch.

“Of course!” She cheers with a smile and further adds to Lily’s perplexity. “And I’m so glad you could come to me for a second opinion on your fashion.”

Lily blinks momentarily stunned by the conclusion. “I’m sorry…my w-what?” She is left unanswered as Isabella’s form begins leaning over the table to tower her. A hand grabs at the scarf draped around Lily’s neck and gently tugs the cloth to leave the skin bare to the frigid temperatures both inside and outside of the school building.

“Alright, first things first: this has got to go. It’s so last year.” Isabella announces in a tone more condescending than Lily would prefer. Her comment earns a few chuckles from Connor and the girls sitting nearby.

“But I like that scarf.” Lily murmurs with a pout when it is snatched off her body. Isabella lays a hand against her chest and mimics Lily’s pout.

“Oh honey, we’ve all been there. I mean, I liked the Prada sandals my parents got me last summer. Does that mean I’m going to wear them until I just ‘grow out of them’?” The girl replies with a small scoff towards the end of her extremely rhetoric question. Lily’s eyes flick back and forth, unsure of how often she wore the scarf was something worth admitting.

“Alright, next!” Isabella claps her hands together and sticks out her two pointer fingers, aiming them directly at Lily’s torso. It was cloaked with one of her many graphic tee-shirts today and would most likely be donned in a different one tomorrow. The last time she wore something otherwise was a dress her mother practically forced her body into because her middle school was throwing a cotillion. Nothing from that night was particularly noteworthy other than the constant thoughts of how uncomfortable she felt being scolded for picking up the wrong sized fork or placing her elbows onto the table. She remembers being seated with a few others but never really spoke to any of them—save for when she had to reply to the courteous icebreakers her school required the tables to discuss. “That top…”

Lily glances down to the shirt upon its mention. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s too loose…” Isabella’s features curled down and her nose scrunched in a visible distaste for the top. “It doesn’t show off your body shape or anything. Do you own any bodysuits?” Her voice rises in hopes that maybe, just maybe, she could morph Lily’s wardrobe into something worth wearing.

“A what?” Lily asks, visibly shattering Isabella’s visions for a much-needed change. She brings a hand to the middle of her forehead and begins rubbing soothing circles into the tight skin.

“Oh boy…okay. Um, how about a crop top?” Her hand motions to the top she was currently wearing, which revealed a scant brick of skin in between the shirt’s ending and her mini skirt’s beginning. The hand then proceeds to lay on her hip as she cocks it to the side with a gleeful smile. It falls when Lily’s eyes meet hers, looking less than impressed by the option.

“Considering we live in a city that reaches temperatures below freezing, I think I’ll pass.” She takes notice of Isabella’s lack of jacket or tights beneath the skirt and recalls the weatherman’s prediction of the low temperatures that day. “How are you not cold, right now?”

“Please,” Isabella rolls her eyes and waves her hand about, “fashion is about trading comfort for cuteness.” Not wanting to proceed further into this conversation, Lily shakes her head in objection to Isabella’s statement and tries focusing on her initial reason for joining the girl for lunch.

“Look, I need to talk to you about Raul Mendes.” Isabella sucks in a short breath at the mention of the triplet’s name and furrows her brows.

“Raul Mendes?” She questions, before leaning closer to Lily across the table and quietly murmuring, “why would you want to dress like him?” She inquires in a hushed voice, as though it were a secret, but Connor was close enough to listen in. His ears seem to perk up at the familiar name and his head snaps over to Lily and Isabella.

“Mendes is a dweeb. What do you want with him?” His expression now matches Isabella’s, who leans back comfortably in her seat and Connor’s arm around her naked middle.

“Lily, trust me, I’m happy to hear that you at least know black goes with anything,” Lily’s eyes must anchor themselves on Isabella’s relieved figure to keep from rolling impossibly high, “but you are not the leather jacket, lip piercing type.” She shrugs, unabashedly giving Lily’s appearance a once-over yet again.

This was not the path Lily anticipated their conversation to go, but now, she was more concerned about what Isabella thought of her more than Raul.

“Well, neither was Raul, but—”

“It’s for attention.” Connor intercepts, sending a harsh narrowing of his eyes to what must have been the topic of conversation across the cafeteria. “He wants people to think differently of him like he’s changed. But once he sees he is the same nerd he was last year, and the year before that…” Connor trails off with a slow shake of his head and delivers continuous pierces to his food with the plastic fork tight in his grip, “he’ll stop.” Lily turns her attention back to Isabella, who was nodding in support of her boyfriend’s statement. It cues Lily to twist her body in her seat and catch sight of Raul laughing obnoxiously and spewing the occasional swear word to his brothers and other friends seated at the table with him.

She turns back to face the couple, raising her brows in suspicion. “You think?” And though she asked, the two affirming nods Lily received as an answer did little to quell her nerves.

“Okay, thanks…I guess.” She picks up her tray of untouched food and sends a nod to the girl. “I’ll see you in Anatomy.” Isabella tilts her head to the side and squints at Lily in inquisitiveness.

“We have anatomy together?”

“Um…yeah. We literally sit right besi—” Lily releases a large breath of irritation and sticks with a small, “never mind.” Before retreating to her usual seat away from her other classmates. Upon taking her seat and delving into the “mystery meat” splattered onto the lunch tray, her eyes flick up towards the figure introducing itself across from her.

“Hey,” Peter greets with a wave and sheepish smile. Furrowing her brows, Lily scans her surroundings, ensuring that the triplet was indeed, speaking to her. She catches Raul’s gaze from the table both him and Shawn were inhabiting with a few other boys from their grade. There was an empty seat near Shawn’s, which was most likely Peter’s. When Lily’s stare is caught by Raul’s, she feels her stomach turn in discomfort at the wink he shoots her.

“Hi, Peter…” she responds slowly. “What’s up?” She does not return the congenial smile or polite act. The boy brings his elbows up onto the table and begins wringing his hands, avoiding Lily’s interrogative gaze for as long as possible.

“Um…Raul just wanted me to come over and let you know he’s sorry…and that he hopes there are no hard feelings.” Peter breathes out, clearing his throat. It takes seconds for Lily to process the words of Raul’s brother before she was clenching her jaw impossibly agitated. “Well, I should—”

“I’m sorry…he said what?” Lily snaps, making the younger flinch from across the table.

“He’s s-sorry. And says no hard feelings.” Peter repeats, fidgeting with his hands more aggressively than before. In pure disbelief, Lily releases a scoff.

“Huh…did he say what he was sorry for?” Her eyes narrow in a challenging manner, and Peter swears he could feel the sweat building up on his hairline.

“N-not really. He just said it’d be better if I sent the message.” Lily huffs, chest bouncing up and down with heavy breaths of fury. No hard feelings, the words echo in her head and ignores the tight feeling her jaw was beginning to emanate.

“Well, you tell Raul this,” she hisses, the fire in her eyes never sizzling out as they bore into Peter’s threatened pupils, “I don’t accept his apology. And he is going to need to give me an explanation himself or else he’s going to regret it.” The hunger building in her stomach that day had dissipated and left her to pick up her tray and stomp to the nearest garbage can to rid of all that was put on the tray. When she pivoted to pass her table once more, Peter’s curious eyes followed her fuming body as it exited the cafeteria and called out.

“Are the hard feelings still there, then?”

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[celticfrvst]

blackberries, silly bands and old cars? also, love the new theme (and the icon - that's adorable)

oh thank you so much! :D

blackberries; what's your favorite album from the 2000s?

room on fire // the strokes

o my heart // mother mother

silly bands; what's your favorite plant?

robert plant

lily stargazers!

old cars; what's the most fun word you know?

aeipathy and loquacious are some fun words to say!

[lily-valley-hyperfixates]

I think that the next Dimension 20 season should be their first foray into LARP and the plot line is real actual man Lou Wilson needs to throw his dice into Mount Doom like they’re the fuckin Ring of Power.

[redemptioninterlude]

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

word prompts meme (accepting ) + @wehavefoundthestars // elio

Ravenclaw gets the wrong kind of reputation amongst those on the outside. Perhaps there is something to it all, for there is a reason, a rhyme, as to why they’ve all been CHOSEN. They are studious, curious, hardened by their own thirst for knowledge and understanding, to be the one that held the cards, cautious, in their approach to most things. But as they dedicate themselves to work, there is a certain desire for play that innately runs within them all - after all, what better reward was there after a night of reading and self-study? A crooked smile, and a victory made in their Quidditch match against their house rivals (who drown themselves in all play and softness), and their towers are piqued for their victory celebration.

Marlene’s on a table, standing firm with bright eyes and having drunk too much for her own good - but tonight’s not one to think too deeply on poor decisions for one evening. “Now we only have the Gryffindor team to take on, and the cup will be OURS!” a loquacious claim, from the otherwise understated girl, who in her boots, and in her attempt to make the jump from her table, found herself wobbling overtop of the table, her laughter unburdened until she’d toppled off of it and into the arms of a fellow Ravenclaw, seeing that he, too, was laughing at her. “Here’s to hoping we win, right?” The shake of his arms, she’s riding high on joyous spirits, and nothing, not even a little tumble, was due to take her down.

“Now Elio here will lead us all in a victory speech. Is that no right?” maybe she’s being a little mean in this, but as the other turn to look at him, her hands are up, a grin spreading all the wider. Maybe LILY AND EMMELINE AND DORCUS were all rubbing off on her, more than she cared to admit - but that was friendship for you, and Elio was left, usually ever so graceful and ever so poised, caught flat footed, she believed, for the first time in his life. Hand pressed to her mouth to suppress her laughter, yet confident that he’d be the sort to deliver. That, she knew, was something that her house could be held to. 

[trolldomblog]

The Elements

Earth

Crone

Astrological Rulers:  Venus, Saturn

Keys: Law Principle, Solidity

Auriel (“Lord of Awe”)

Rules: birth & death, body, growth, nature, stones & metals, material things,

caves, chasms, silence, graves, fields

Sanguine; Sensation; calm, imperturbable

Virtues: strength, endurance, commitment, responsibility, thoroughness, practicality, wisdom, patience, sense of timing

Vices: dullness, lack of conscience, melancholy, boredom, inertia, stagnation, hoarding of resources (including information)

Yule & midnight

North, Boreas

Colour: green

Symbols: oak, rock crystal, salt, bull or cow, stag, grains, comfrey, ivy

Tools: pentacle, altar stone (body of Anima Mundi)

Spirits: gnomes under Gob (friendly & easy to reach, teach access to own depths & caverns & how to mine & work the vein of gold therein)

Shortage: spaciness, hyper-activity, instability

Excess: body heaviness, general lack of energy, inertia, etc.

The Element of Earth is generally called from the North.

The element of Earth is considered cool and dry and is associated with the melancholic temperament.

The element of Earth represents the solid state of matter.

The element of Earth corresponds to the physical part of ourselves, our physical body and rules the elder stage of life.

The element of Earth rules the intestines.

The element of Earth rules the winter and the night.

The Element of Earth represents, the sense of touch and all physical, practical, material things including money, crops, livestock, the home, property, family, career, investments, saving.

The Alchemical Mineral associated with the Earth is Salt.

Other Minerals associated with the element of Earth are halite (aka salt), granite, jasper, emerald, jade, malachite, hematite, lead, ochre

It is usually considered feminine in nature.

Colors associated with the element of Earth include green and brown.

The element of Earth is associated with Old age, or maturity, the Winter, Nighttime and the Winter Solstice.

The best time to perform spells associated with the element of Earth is when the moon is in one of the Earth signs: Capricorn, Taurus or Virgo

Symbols of the element of Earth include- soil, the pentacle, cattle,

Herbs associated with the element of Earth include apple, bistort, comfrey, cypress, fern, all grains, all grasses, honeysuckle, horehound, ivy, magnolia, mugwort, narcissus, oak, oakmoss, primrose, rhubarb, vervain, vetiver

 Water

Mother

Astrological Rulers:  Venus, Moon

Keys: Love Principle, Fertility Gabriel (turns force into form)

Rules: emotions, love, sorrow, courage, astral planes, clairvoyance, tides, oceans, pools, streams, wells, womb Melancholic; Feeling; strong, excitatory

Virtues: compassion, tranquility, tenderness, forgiveness, modesty, fluidity in creativity, receptivity, influence

Vices: self-indulgence, negligence, cowardice, indifference, instability, moodiness, infatuation, easily put upon, delusions

Autumn & sunset

West, Zephyrus

Colour: blue

Symbols: willow, dolphin, fish, water snakes, sea birds, myrrh, ferns, rushes

Tool: cup or cauldron (depending on tradition)

Spirits: undines under Neksa (elusive at first, flowing & difficult to understand, watch politely and learn)

Shortage: deep body dryness, hotness, mind & body feel separated, no empathy

Excess: body puffiness, sinus (etc.) flows, mood swings, “touchiness”, apathy

The element of Water is generally called from the West.

The element of Water is considered moist and cool and is associated with the phlegmatic temperament.

Water is considered feminine in nature.

The element of water represents the liquid state of matter.

The element of water corresponds to maturity, but also has some associations with death and rebirth.

The element of water rules the heart and kidneys, blood and the sense of taste.

Blue may be used to represent the element of water.

The element of water rules the autumn, and sunset.

The Element of Water rules our emotions as well as our subconscious.

In Tarot, the element of water corresponds to The Hanged Man, the Queens and the suit of Cups

Animals they represent the element of water include the dolphin, sea serpent, the seal, gulls and the fish.

The elemental spirits associated with water are the undines.

In astrology, water signs include Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces.

The elemental tool of water is the chalice or the cauldron.

Minerals that correspond to the element of water include the metal silver and the stones topaz, sapphire, lapis lazuli, chalcedony, amethyst, citrine.

Plants the correspond to the element of water are usually juicy and refreshing or may grow near water. Plants that correspond to the planets Venus and the moon are often associated with the element of water. Some of these plants include apple blossom, calamus, chamomile, camphor, cardamom, catnip, cherry, coconut, comfrey, cucumber, elder, eucalyptus, fern, gardenia, heather, hyacinth, iris, jasmine, lemon, lemon balm, licorice, lilac, lily, lotus, melon, moss, motherwort, orris root, passion flower, seaweed, sandalwood, peach, lungwort, rose, rush, spearmint, stephanotis, sweet pea, tansy, thyme, tonka bean, vanilla bean, violet, water lily

Incense that correspond to the element of water include ylang, myrrh, onchya

 Fire

Temptress

Astrological Rulers: Sun, Mars, Jupiter

Keys: Light Principle, Action

Michael (victor over ignorance)

Rules: force, energy, spirit, heat, mental plane, blood, sap, life, will, surgery, destruction, purification, hearth fires, volcanoes, explosions Choleric; Intuitive; lively

Virtues: courageous, self-assertive, chivalrous, enthusiastic, passionate, experienced, virile

Vices: self-centered, ruthless, fanaticism, vindictiveness, anger, hatred

Midsummer & noon

South, Notus

Colour: red

Symbols: fire opal, almond (in flower), garlic, hibiscus, pepper, olibanum

Tools: scourge, sword, athame (in some traditions)

Spirits: salamanders under Djinn (elusive & hostile, teach power over fire & energy)

Shortage: body heavy or chilled, thoughts draggy, unenthusiastic

Excess: hot, hyper, flitting thoughts, insomnia, anger, snappishness

The element of Fire is generally called from the South.

The element of Air is considered warm and dry and is associated with the choleric temperament.

Fire is active and penetrating and considered masculine in nature.

The element of fire represents energy.

The element of fire corresponds to our conception and birth and our very life force- the "spark" of life, also of inspiration.

The element of fire rules the liver and the sense of sight.

Red may be used to represent the element of fire.

The element of fire rules the summer, and noon time.

The Element of Fire rules our passions, inspiration and life force. The drive to create.

In Tarot, the element of fire corresponds to Judgement, the Knights and the suit of Wands

Animals they represent the element of fire include the dragon, lion and the horse.

The elemental spirits associated with fire are the salamander and djinn.

In astrology, fire signs include Sagittarius, Aries and Leo.

The elemental tool of fire wand. Other tools that correspond to the element of air in some traditions may include the sword, dagger, rod, staff, candle, tripod lamp and/or censor.

Minerals that correspond to the element of fire tend to be red or brightly colored, and/or are formed in fire and/or are associated with battle, passion and fury. These include the metals iron and gold, and the stones fire opal, fire agate, ruby, obsidian, tiger eye, carnelian, garnet, and amber

Plants the correspond to the element of fire often inherit their correspondences from Mars or the Sun. These are often prickly, hot and/or protective in nature. They include allspice, angelica, basil, bay-laurel, beech, buttercup, carnation, cedar, cinnamon, cloves, coriander, deer's tongue, dill, fennel, garlic, juniper, heliotrope, lime, marigold, mustard, nettles, nutmeg, red peppers, onion, orange, peppermint, red poppy, rose geranium, rosemary, sassafras, sunflower, tangerine, tobacco, woodruff.

Incense that correspond to the element of air include olibanum, copal.

 Air

Maiden

Astrological Rulers:  Jupiter, Mercury

Keys: Life Principle, Intellect

Raphael (instructor, traveler, healer)

Rules: mind, essential qualities, spiritual plane, knowledge, abstract learning, theories, windy or high places, breathe, speech

Plegmatic: Thinking; weak inhibitory

Virtues: gregarious, diligent, optimistic, dexterity, joie-de-vivre,

persuasive, friendly, healthy, knowledgeable

Vices: frivolity, boasting, absent mindedness, rootless, easily distracted, loquacious, tends to intellectualize emotions (rather than experience them)

Spring & sunrise

East, Eurus

Colour: yellow

Symbols: topaz, galbanum, aspen, frankincense, vervain, birds, eagle & hawk

Tools: wand (in some traditions), censer (arrow stabs air & conveys message Outer to Inner)

Spirits: sylphs under Paralda (very hard to see & know, teach mind control and how to level out your thinking processes)

Shortage: mind blank, shortness of breath, non-comprehension of known data

Excess: “gas bloat”, inability to focus attention, “spacey” thoughts

The element of Air is generally called from the East.

The element of Air is considered warm and moist and is associated with the sanguine temperament.

Air is generally considered either hermaphrodite or masculine in nature.

The element of air represents the gaseous state of matter.

The element of air corresponds to our spirit body and our breath and rules the infant stage of life.

The element of air rules the lungs and the sense of smell.

Yellow may be used to represent the element of air.

The element of air rules the springtime and the dawn and the Vernal Equinox.

The Element of Air rules the breath, the voice, speech, eloquence, information, communication, networking and intellect.

In Tarot, the element of air corresponds to The Fool, The Kings and the suit of Swords

Animals they represent the element of air include songbirds, eagles and hawks.

The elemental spirit associated with air is the sylph.

In astrology, air signs include Aquarius, Gemini and Libra.

The elemental tool of air is the dagger. Other tools that correspond to the element of air in some traditions may include the athame, wand, censor.

Minerals that correspond to the element of air include the metal mercury and the stones halite or salt rock, granite, holey stone, picture jasper, emerald, jade, malachite and hematite.

Plants the correspond to the element of air include acacia, almond, anise, citron peel, frankincense, gum-arabic, gum benzoin, bergamot, lavender, lemon verbena, lemongrass, mace, marjoram, mastic, myrrh, pansy, parsley, peppermint, primrose, sage, star anise, vervaine, violet, yarrow || apple, bistort, comfrey, cypress, fern, grains, grass, honeysuckle, horehound, ivy, magnolia, mugwort, narcissus, oakmoss, primrose, rhubarb, vervain and vetivert

Incense that correspond to the element of air include galbanum, sandalwood, mallow.

 Spirit

The element of Spirit is virtually identical to either Aether or Fire.

Sometimes the Spirit entities (ancestors, Gods, nature spirits, etc.) are referred to as the element of spirit in ritual. Sometimes it is magickal energy that is being referred to.

The following stones symbolize Spirit diamond, quartz crystal, jet, onyx

[spiffyb]

Ferdinand’s Phantom

He stood on the deck, looking out at the gulf islands scattered with cedar trees and tiny, colourful cottages, which seemed diminutive at this distance. They looked like doll houses. Ferdinand was lucky to have made his four o’clock ferry reservation, although now he began to have second thoughts about leaving his car – a jaguar E-type – unattended on the vehicle deck. But this was Canada. Suddenly a pod of around thirty killer whales burst into view. Ferdinand froze in place, staring at the orcas open-mouthed, and forgot all about his jaguar.

Finally, Ferdinand arrived. It was a resplendent chateau, surrounded by cedar trees and decorated with creeping emerald vines, which resembled a network of veins. In the garden roses grew: blood red, white, silver and gold. He parked outside, marched to the door, and knocked firmly three times. It was answered by a young girl of about thirteen, who turned scarlet as soon as he spoke to her and muttered something inaudible before scurrying away like a frightened animal. Not long afterwards, Alexa Ashworth descended the spiral staircase, carrying herself erect and flashing a set of blinding white teeth that matched her white-blonde hair. ‘Oh, Ferdie!’ They kissed each other on each cheek, the way people do in France. ‘How are you, Ferdinand? How was that awful ferry?’

           ‘Fine,’ he replied, ‘Better than flying.’ Alexa glanced past him at the forest-green jag outside. Pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows, she nodded approvingly. She looked back at Ferdinand and smiled, gesturing to an armchair. Taking a seat opposite, she rang a small silver bell on a tray. A young girl in a black and white maid’s costume, with mouse brown hair, walked swiftly into the room.

           ‘Mary, two vodka martinis, please.’ Ferdinand started to lift his right hand, but hesitantly placed it back on his lap, while Mary flitted off. ‘Are you excited for the party tonight? I’m afraid you’ve arrived rather early. No one will be here until at least seven o’clock.’ Ferdinand gazed out the window at the chinks of yellow light sneaking through red-and-gold maple leaves; it was still only October, and Vancouver Island was far enough south that it was light at this hour. He said he might take a walk, and left his drink with the servant girl, who was all too pleased for the chance to dispose of the untouched cocktail. Alexa’s makeup artist was due to arrive any minute, so she pranced upstairs, while Ferdinand went to inspect the grounds. The estate covered twenty hectares, and the gardens required constant upkeep. Ferdinand caught sight of himself reflected in the still waters of a lily pond. He’d been much younger when he first met Mrs Ashworth. At forty-five, his curly brown hair began to sprout a few greys and worry-lines creased his forehead. Though he was still handsome; his eyes were the colour of the lily pads and his cheek bones were prominent on his lightly tanned, perfectly symmetrical visage. He thought he’d better go inside and get ready for the party, which he was suddenly in the mood for.

The household staff busied themselves decorating the mansion, while Ferdinand went to the spare room to dress up as Dracula. He hoped it was original enough. Who was he kidding? His costume screamed indifference. It didn’t matter what people thought, though. It was entirely ridiculous for a serious psychiatrist to disguise himself as a demon and participate in Hallowe’en, which was really about children and candy.

Donning fake fangs, fake blood and a midnight cape, the doctor opened the golden door knob and strode with feigned confidence into the party. Alexa was wearing a floor-length porcelain-white gown and a crown of flowers freshly picked from the garden on her head. She held a bouquet of Parma Violet peonies in between her two full breasts, which were at least fifty percent on show. She was nearly the image of a blushing bride, were it not for the trail of red running from her left breast to the train of her dress and her rather horrifying makeup. And she actually paid for that. ‘Hello, Dracula.’

‘What are you supposed to be?’ Ferdinand enquired.

‘A zombie bride, obviously.’ She folded her arms across her chest. ‘Oh, look. The entertainment has arrived.’ Ferdinand spun around to regard the latest arrival. ‘Lucy, hi.’

‘Hey,’ Lucy grimaced. She wore a pointy purple hat, a long violet gown with belled sleeves, and pointy black shoes. You couldn’t tell if she were bald, because she was wearing the hat. ‘You look…nice.’

‘Oh, yeah? You do know this is a Hallowe’en party, right?’ When no one laughed, she added: ‘Lucy came as herself!’

‘Actually, I came as you.’ The whole room erupted into laughter and the bride’s face waxed red as magma.

Pockets of partygoers prattled animatedly, as Ferdinand poured himself a red plastic cup full of punch. He poured one for Lucy, smiling at her.

‘Cheers,’ she said, ‘To a fabulous fête.’

‘Are you Métis?’ Lucy rolled her eyes and laughed. He shouldn’t have asked that.

‘Yeah.’

‘Hi, hi.’ Alexa waved, waltzing over. ‘Is everybody having a good time? Mm… punch.’ Ferdinand wondered how much she’d had.

‘I think I’ll go out for some fresh air,’ Ferdinand suggested, swaying slightly as he stumbled towards the door. Alexa darted in front of him, lifting the train of her dress.

‘Why don’t I join you, Mr Vampire?’ Ferdinand shrugged by way of reply and removed his fangs. The doorway was barricaded by Harry Potter, Darth Vader and a ghost. Alexa and Ferdinand eventually got past them. Ferdinand lit a cigarette, and Alexa snatched one, holding it in her mouth for him to light. He asked how and, for that matter, where Richard was. The normally loquacious Mrs Ashworth replied tersely that her husband was fine, that he would be late as usual.

‘Oh, it is so cold.’ Alexa huddled herself up against Ferdinand, looking up into his green eyes. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her back inside, where Darth Vader started playing Shostakovich on the violin. ‘Dance with me, Ferdie.’ He placed his arm tentatively on her waist, as he led her around the dance floor. It was a sort of Viennese Waltz. If an octopus tried to do a Viennese Waltz. Spinning around in that ballroom, Ferdinand started to feel dizzier than he was already, and Alexa looked different somehow. Almost like it wasn’t Alexa at all. She flung her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his, and he held her head in his hands, kissing her back furiously. Her lips were so soft, like those of a twenty-one-year-old. For a moment, nothing happened. The fiddler kept fiddling, the drinkers kept drinking, the dancers kept dancing. Suddenly, Ferdinand was brought back to the present, to a sober realisation of what he had done. He opened his eyes, and in his peripheral vision he saw a sobbing bride scrambling up the staircase. In front of him stood a laughing witch, albeit a rather pretty one.

‘Have we met before?’ he asked.

‘Lucy Wilson-Knight,’ she replied, ‘And you’re the famous Dr Ferdinand Faber.’

‘Oh goodness, Lucy. Forgive me, I’m afraid I’m rather drunk.’

‘Yeah, we did tequila shots earlier.’ Did he? ‘You probably won’t remember this in the morning.’ But Alexa probably would.

Before long, the sun started to rise. Ferdinand took off his cape and walked down the garden steps to the beach. He looked out at the water, kicked his shoes off, and threw himself into the sea. Yesterday, he’d seen killer whales in that water. Today, he didn’t care. At least here there were no witches or werewolves, no vampires or undead brides. Yesterday, he faced his demons. No, he didn’t believe in that nonsense: his subconscious desires. For a minute he had really wanted to kiss Mrs Ashworth, but today he was very glad he hadn’t.

[windygleeks]

Face Claim: Zoey Deutch

Full Name: Emilia Jane Ridley

Birthday & Age: December 27th, 19

Gender Identity: cis-female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Romantic Orientation: biromantic

Personality Traits: adventurous, creative, honest, trustworthy, humorous, stubborn, impatient, jealous, lazy, loquacious

Likes: obsessed with superheroes, playing music, the moon, dad jokes, vine compilations, theme parks without super-scary roller coasters, pizza, dogs, horror movies

Dislikes: onions, crowded rooms, summer, the heat, wet socks

Occupation: college student, barista

Relationship Status: single

Family Members of Importance: Arielle Ridley (mother), Lawerence Ridley (adoptive step-father), Lily Ridley (half-sister, age 6), (Scott or UTP) Parker (biological father)

[ourstorieshq]

Oh, look! Jonas Wiley was just seen walking down the streets. Is it just me, or does he look like Charlie Rowe? It must be the eyes. I hear he’s twenty-three and living in Oceania. He’s known for being curious, apprehensive, and loquacious. He has to be from The Giver.

                                          the basics.

Jonas was born from a Birthmother and assigned to a family, like every other child in his community. He was expected to be the same as everybody else. No lying, politeness, and strict use of precise language. At the Ceremony of Twelve, Jonas was selected to become the new Reciever of Memories, which is where he met the Giver.

The Giver passed along every memory he had from snow and sunshine to chaos and destruction. Jonas began to see in color and feel warmth and pain. He and the Giver came up with a plan for Jonas to run away with the memories. He would run to Elsewhere, and he did.

                                        relationships.

Lily - Lily is Jonas’ assigned younger sister. The two often joke around with each other like any other pair of siblings. When Lily says that she hopes to be assigned the role of Birthmother, her family is quick to shut the idea down. Jonas quickly jumped in and said that maybe she would be assigned Speaker since she’s so loud.

Fiona - Fiona is Jonas’ best friend, though he isn’t sure if he likes her more than that and wishes to pursue something. When Jonas starts seeing in color, he notices that her hair is red, which is something that she doesn’t even know.

Asher - Asher is Jonas’ other best friend with a great sense of humor. Asher was the one tossing the apple back and forth with Jonas when Jonas saw the apple change color for a split second, which was the start of Jonas being the Reciever of Memories.

                                                 other.

This character was aged up to fit into the roleplay. Please include in your app a small backstory that discusses the time between him leaving his story to today. (Jonas was 11-12 in the series, so a few paragraphs that cover the span of 11-12 years)

Jonas is the only one from his story that can see in color and feel warmth and cold, and he holds all of the memories from his story.

                                              resources.

Gif Icons - x (158)

Rp Icons - x (58), x (140)

Gif Packs/Hunts - x (??), x (80), x (268)

Inspiration - x (pinterest)

Interested in playing Jonas? Fortunately, he is open.

[enterfurore]

*          𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃          :          welcome     to     l'academiae     furorum     ,     AYAME     MIYATA     .     please     submit     your     account     within     twenty     -     four     hours     .     hirai     momo     is     now     taken          !

◜          *          :          hirai   momo     .     cis   woman     &     she/her     .     mary   on   a   cross     by     ghost     .          ━━          the     legend     surrounding     london’s     l’academiae     furorum     would     not     be     complete     without     AYAME     MIYATA     .     the     academy's     TWENTY-SIX     year     old     PRINCIPAL    DANCER      has     been     with     furore     for     FIVE     YEARS      ,     oft     described     as     BELLICOSE     ,     LOQUACIOUS     ,     SERPENTINE     &     TURBULENT          &          has     proved     utterly     indispensable     to     the     company.     in     passing     ,     they’ve     come     to     be     associated     with     HINTS     OF     CINNAMON     THAT     SETTLE     PRICKLY     ON     THE     TONGUE     WITH     A     CAUSTIC     HEAT     ,     OVERWHELMING     THE     SENSES     LIKE     A     SHOT     OF     FIREBALL        &          THE     GARDEN     THAT     BLOOMS     AT     YOUR     MOTHER'S     HOUSE     ,     THE     AIR     THICK     WITH     POLLEN     AND     A     LOOMING     ONSLAUGHT     OF     UNSHED     TEARS     //     THE     GARDEN     AT     YOUR     MOTHER'S     HOUSE     WHERE     GROW     BUSHES     OF     HYDRANGEAS     ,     WHERE     GROW     LILIES     OF     THE     VALLEY     THAT     DROOP     AS     IF     THEIR     HEARTS     ARE     BREAKING     FOR     YOU     ,     AS     IF     THEIR     SPINES     ARE     CRACKED     UNDER     THE     WEIGHT     OF     YOUR     MALAISE     ;     BELLS     ,     BELLS     ,     BELLS     ,     IT     TOLLS     FOR     THEE     //     FLOWERS     KNOWN     AS     ANGEL'S     TRUMPETS     ,     THE     WHITE     OF     THE     WINGS     THAT     SLITHER     AROUND     YOUR     THROAT     LIKE     A     CHOKECHAIN     ,     DIPPED     DIVINE     IN     THE     DAINTY     PINK     OF     A     DREAM     BLED     ONTO     DRIVEN     SNOW     //     THE     GARDEN     THAT     WILTS     AT     YOUR     MOTHER'S     HOUSE      ;     YOU'LL     KNEEL     BELLY-DEEP     IN     HELL     BEFORE     STANDING     IN     IT       .     whether     this     will     be     their     final     curtain     call     is     anyone's     guess          &          the     company’s     worst     nightmare     .

[rvmonaes]

━━━  LILY COLLINS. TWENTY-EIGHT. CISFEMALE. SHE/HER. ↷ do you hear mona lisas and madhatters, by elton john? that must be ramona lennox. she has been living in san francisco as a costume designer for ten years. during that time they have earned the reputation of the seamstress. it makes sense you know, they can be loquacious and brash. but let’s not forget they’re pretty creative and emboldened. 

hello frands ! zam again with another lil stinker for u !!

ramona comes from london, and she’s the daughter of a stage actress and a playwright father

they’re a very wealthy & esteemed family, especially on the west end. her parents were passionate, fickle people. they fought and bickered, they put their whole life out on display. she assumed it was to entertain themselves, because they didn’t have much to say behind closed doors. 

ramona adored the stage, but she’d always linger in the back, watching the mastery of costume designers and incredible fabrics they worked with. much to her mother’s chagrin, design is what she was drawn to -- not acting. 

though the family traveled around the world often, her parents’ marriage essentially imploded, and at age seventeen, she moved with her father to los angeles while her mother ( fresh off an affair with a director ) stayed in england. 

she loved the spirit of los angeles, the echoes of old hollywood and the monuments she found of her heroes, but the scene itself was a bit awful. people seemed to be phony and self-serving. 

she eventually moved up to san fransico, and she hasn’t looked back since. 

though based in san francisco, she does tend to travel a lot, which leaves her a little frazzled at times. 

she’s very honest and speaks her mind, though she’s working on only speaking her truth when it can be helpful. 

very wary of developing actual feelings because she a) doesn’t want it to get in the way of her career and b) isn’t sure she believes in it after watching her parents fall apart

that old story

but gimme neighbors, roommates, best friends, enemies, people she’s designed for, maybe a will they/won’t they situation, fwb, gimme someone she hates but also kind of digs because that is a trope we Love, anything !!