#olives and lilies

[olives-and-lilies]

Okay, okay, the fic Worthy of Devotion, is in and of itself also worthy of my devotion. You don’t understand, it’s so good. It’s Fox/Riyo with Riyo as Chancellor and Fox as her personal bodyguard and you DONT UNDERSTAND!!! It’s BEAUTIFUL! It’s clone-centric, and has a goregous build-up, slow burn, little PTSD, addresses the clone slavery angle, and the effects that has on a mans self-worth, it’s just phenomenal. @hrtiu did some serious work on this one and I absolutely love it. This scene, this scene and Fox’s “I’d like to see you try” (which I won’t tell you when it is but just know it is executed FLAWLESSLY) have stuck with me so hard and are just ✨chef’s kiss✨

[iridescenceartandwriting]

I love doing redraws…

Barne needed an update for ArtFight, he looks much better now. I tried, and I did good for the skills I had, and I’ve improved. Looks good, I’m happy with it~!

Full size below

[one-girl-swaying-alone]

Do I want to be right or to be kind?

Jenny Holzer/ Angie McMahon, “Slow Mover”/ @thesofthuman/ Fenne Lily, “Hollywood and Fear”/ Mary Oliver, “Spring”/ Lady Lamb, “Heaven Bent”/ Jenny Holzer

[simandy]

"Now what is left from me? An old widow with a child missing from my nest. Survival is a painful experience, I wish I had perished to the past, too."

The Yen Royal Family (before and after the war)

Queen "Solari" Yen

Prince Consort "Kiran" Yen (deceased)

Princess Amaris Yen

Princess Serena Yen

Prince Nevan Yen

Princess "Lily" Yen (deceased)

Prince Oliver Yen

Prince "Chaos" Yen

"With the multiple tragic outcomes for the Yen family, Princess Amaris is expected to depart from her former home in Lumina to fill the empty throne left by Princess Lily, in Luften. The same is told for Prince Chaos, the youngest, about his father's previous role as the prince of Ild. The queen has refused to give further explanations."

[anidrawsfanart]

Time flies.

[oliveoomph]

Lili Reinhart

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Love Rosie | Love At First Sight

[stars4sole]

the finding out about secret relationship trope is my favourite. ESPECIALLY if it's not from their povs. Add a little 5+1 in there and I'm booked for the afternoon.

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 10: Oliver's Conditioning

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Mind control, restraints, hypnotic language

"Eyes on me," said Lily.

Oliver, gagged and tugging fruitlessly at his restraints, turned away.

"That's fine!" she laughed. "I understand. You're worried about what I'll do to you. You have nothing to worry about, but I get that you can't trust me. So you don't have to look at me. You can look anywhere you like. I can tell how focused you are on fighting."

Oliver stared at his knees, scowling.

"You're so focused on fighting." There was something about her voice that got under his skin. "You're listening carefully to every word I say so you can resist them. So focused on fighting. So focused on listening. So focused on me."

Yes, of course he was focused on fighting. This was his mind, his very existence he had to fight for. He could already feel the supernatural tug of her words trying to lull his mind away from him. She was going to use hypnotism, then -- and it was powerful.

"Focused on fighting. Focused on listening. Focused on my words. Focused on me. Focused on me. Focus on me. Focus on me."

Focus... He shook his head to snap out of his momentary daze, realizing what she was doing. He could easily avoid looking at her, but there was no way for him to avoid listening to her. He had to keep himself alert.

"That's it, keep fighting. Keep focused. Don't zone out. Don't relax. Keep focused. Focus on me. Focus only on me."

"Mmph," he protested through his gag, wishing he could talk enough to block her out.

"But maybe you don't want to focus on me. That's fine. You can lose focus and let yourself relax. It's fine either way. You can focus on me, or you can relax your mind. Focus on me or relax your mind, which is it? Focus on me... or relax your mind...?"

Oliver screwed up his face in concentration. He didn't want to do either of those things. He wanted to... wanted to...

"Focus on me or relax your mind. Focus on me and relax your mind. Focus on me. Relax your mind. Focus on me. Relax your mind. Focus. Relax. Focus. Relax."

As she kept repeating her mantras, he tried to shake himself out of the daze he was slowly but surely drifting into, but his anxious brain kept latching onto the singsong rhythm of her words. He sank into the comfortable leather chair, no longer struggling, as his body began to respond to her commands and relax.

She slipped her hand under his chin, gently directed him to look her way. "There we go. Focus on me. Relax your mind."

He feebly tried to pull away, but she easily redirected his gaze back onto her. Her eyes were so large, so sparkling, and the worst part of it was how nice it felt to lose himself in them. With great mental effort, he squeezed his eyes shut.

"That's fine, too," she laughed softly. "You can shut your eyes if you feel sleepy. Shut your eyes and go to sleep. Go to sleep..."

Oliver popped his eyes open again immediately to try and resist that command. The last thing he wanted to do was sleep here. He might never wake up as himself again. But opening his eyes just meant he was looking straight into her captivating gaze once more.

"Focus," she said, not skipping a beat. "Focus, and relax, and go to sleep, and focus, and relax, and go to sleep..."

She had all the time in the world to drill her hypnotic commands into his softening mind, and he could feel his thoughts beginning to cloud. The worst part of it was how soothing it all was. Easy to listen. Hard to resist.

"Relax and go to sleep, dear." Her voice was a lullaby. "You can rest here. You can sleep."

His eyelids fluttered before he caught and shook himself awake. He had expected to have to endure pain, to resist torture, to fight tooth and nail for his autonomy. He wasn't expecting to feel so peaceful and euphoric, draining his will as surely as any torture would have.

"You're safe with me. Safe and warm and sleepy. Fall asleep now, and listen."

"No," he said through the gag, rallying his willpower. "I won't let you hypnotize me."

"Quiet, dear," she said, amused. "Please be quiet so you can sleep. Let your thoughts grow quiet, oh so very quiet, soft and silent, so you can listen to me. Quiet and peaceful and focused on me and falling asleep."

"No, I won't..." he said, barely audible this time. Quiet. Peaceful. Focused. Falling asleep.

"Shh, hush now. Time to fall asleep. Your mind is so silent. You're safe and comfortable and relaxed and drowsy, and you can go to sleep, go right to sleep." Lily reached up with both hands and began to trace soft circles on his temples, captivating his remaining attention, drawing him deeper into her mesmerism. "You feel so good, so calm, so safe. Allow your eyes to close and your quiet mind to listen."

His eyes closed down all by themselves, the gentle touch sinking him deeper into a daze. He tried once more to open them, but they seemed glued shut, weighed down by drowsiness. She was breaching his feeble defenses.

"That's it, shut your eyes and sleep. Your sleeping mind can still listen to me and answer all of my questions without waking up even a little bit. It won't trouble you at all."

A hand removed his gag, and he had a dim thought that he should shout or protest or wake himself up. But he couldn't. He was so... quiet.

"You were a bookseller?"

The question broke through his haze ever so slightly. He nodded.

"You must appreciate peace and quiet, then, don't you?"

"Yes," he said, a sleepy smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he thought of the serenity of his bookshop at night, no sounds but the crackling of the fire and the turning of pages.

"You work with customers all day. You're a polite and well-mannered man, aren't you, Oliver?"

"Yes," he agreed easily. That was how he had always thought of himself, always prided himself on his excellent customer service. 

"You will call me 'sir'," she said.

"Yes, sir," came automatically out of his mouth. 

"You like to be helpful."

"Yes, sir."

"You like to be obedient,"  she said, her tone a little more insistent. 

Something in him hesitated.

"Relax, dear, deeper asleep now. Let your thoughts go back to sleep. Deeper into quiet, deeper into trance." Her hand brushed through his hair. "There's no shame in being helpful and obedient. It makes you feel so good when you help one of your customers, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does, sir," he said.

"You see, you like to be obedient. It makes you feel so good."

"...I suppose that's true, sir..."

"Tell me, then."

"It makes me feel good to be obedient, sir," he said, and oh, that felt ever so nice, like a weight was lifting from his shoulders. His body sank agreeably into the leather chair, letting out the tension he'd been holding in his shoulders.

Lily laughed, and it sounded like chimes. "Such a docile, quiet, helpful boy you are. You were never the type to rebel and cause trouble, were you? You just want your books, want to be quiet and helpful and pleasant. That's who you are, isn't it? A quiet, helpful, obedient boy. Soft and sweet natured. Eager to serve."

It felt so right, like he'd realized something important about himself. Like she knew him better than he did. "Yes, sir, that is correct."

"And now you can be what you were always meant to be. Quiet, obedient, and oh so docile."

By now, he was far too hypnotized to even try and reject that notion. It felt so, so good to agree with her. To understand his place. He nodded, enraptured.

"That's it. There's never been any need to resist. I'm going to help you become more quiet and more obedient and more docile. It suits you so very well."

"Thank you, sir."

"But you're so sleepy, aren't you?" Her fingers were tracing against his temples again. "You would like to obey, but you're falling asleep. So this is what you will do. You will let the rest of your conscious mind fall all the way down into sleep, while the obedient and docile, pliant and suggestible part of you keeps listening, remains locked tight in hypnotic trance."

"Yes, sir..." His words were barely a whisper as he washed completely away into sleep. The last conscious thought he had was that he'd never felt more content in his entire life and that he'd been a fool to try and resist any of this. Then he was out like a light.

Part Nine >> Masterlist >> Part Ten

Thank you for reading this story of a boy who feels so much better now! Everything's fine!

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[hikaart]

[enbysiriusblack]

wait if percy weasley is a lily evans variant and oliver wood is a james potter variant...

[olives-and-lilies]

Half the fun of applying to zines is the proposal list. In having to propose three ideas, I have to come up with three ideas. So hey! Here’s one of them, all nicely fleshed out.

[iridescenceartandwriting]

Do you ever START something and then IMMEDIATELY regret committing to it? Yeah… Yeah I am feeling that right now.

First two of a HUGE gif I am building. Self taught. Would appreciate pointers…

Edited as we go to include the rest of them

[silylilyanimove]

There's a spider in the room

[gojoest]

choso is the type of bf that would lie to you about hating certain foods bc you love them so much. he would rather shove them on your plate to make you happy even if it means not eating his favorite stuff for the rest of his life

[anewbornrose]

Ollie: I’m moving into the attic.

Charlie: The attic?!

Ollie: Hey, at least it’s big. Dad said you used to live in a closet.