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could you screencap blood vessel? it's an australian film with a lot of australian actors who are hard to find screencaps of but more importantly it has what we call diggers and anzacs which is also hard to find resources of so roleplay can be done accurately

hey friend, idk why this took me so long to get around to but here you go!

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closed starter for @truedevotions !

the older woman hummed softly as she waited patiently for the arrival for her companion, eyes watched the various bodies that strolled throughout the gardens, smiling faintly at the sight of a child making their governess chase after them. penelope's thoughts wandering to her own daughter, praying that she was being mindful currently in her lessons, less she have to play the role of sharp mother as her own had done years before. the sound of gentle footsteps called penelope's attention away from the sight of others, instead resting on the demure, feminine beauty that was isobel percy. while she still carried a few features from her girlhood, isobel had certainly grown into the near perfect image of a lady of court that penelope had seen when they first met previously. the woman took note of the way that isobel carried herself, a sight that certainly must have made other young ladies quiver in fear at such a threat to their own reputation. for how could any of them compare when lady percy sparkled like a ruby within the sun? her expression softened as isobel drew near, hand reaching so that they may clasp arms and press against one another as if they were sisters, a sense of familiar intimacy shared between the women. 

" what a cold, uncaring woman you have become within hampton's halls," penelope teased with a mischievous quirk of her lips. " to leave me waiting at your beck and call, do you care not for the old maid that i am becoming in your absence?" their steps are easily matched with one another, the older of the pair discretely leading them towards a less populated path so that they may be granted a brief amount of privacy. out of the corner of her eye, penelope watched isobel carefully. " i shall not ask if your family is well, i imagine you tire of speaking about such incidents. instead, i shall inquire that you fill my ear with your opinions of court. we may compare notes about the particularly dull ones, or shall i warn you of the ones that will certainly soon come nipping at your ankles like a sort of unruly hound?" 

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Under the cut you’ll find 675 FEMININE NAMES all compiled by me !! I will most likely be updating this and my other lists at some point and would be more than willing to post more specific lists if anyone wants them !! Please like or reblog if this was helpful !!

Abilene, Acacia, Ada, Adalia, Adalind, Adelina, Adeline, Adela, Adele, Adriana, Agnes, Aimee, Aislinn, Aja, Alana, Alba, Alessia, Alexa, Alexandra, Alexandria, Alexandrine,  Aliyah, Allora,  Alma, Almira, Althea, Alva, Amber, Amabel, Amara, Amelie, Amethyst, Amina, Anastasia, Antoinette, Andromeda, Anika, Anissa, Annabel, Annabel-Lee, Anne, Annette, Annie, Anniston, Appoline, Apollinia, Apollonia, Ara, Arabella, Araminta, Ariadne, Ariana, Arianne, Ariella, Asena, Astra, Astrid, Athena, Audrey, Audrina, Autumn, Aurelia, Aurora, Austen, Ava, Avalee, Avalon, Averill, Aviana,  Ayla, Aylee, Azalea, Azaria.

Bambi, Bardot, Beatrice, Beatrix, Becky, Bee, Bellatrix, Belle, Benedette, Benilde, Bernadette, Bess, Beth, Betsey, Beverly, Bexley, Bijou, Bindie, Birdie, Blair, Blossom, Bluebell, Blythe, Bonnie, Brenna, Bria, Briar, Bridget, Briella, Brielle, Brinley, Bristol, Brooke, Bronwyn, Buffy.

Cadence, Calla, Callie, Callista, Camila, Camille, Cara, Cariad, Carmen, Carol, Carolina, Caroline, Carolyn, Carrie, Cassandra, Cassiopeia, Cecilia, Cecily, Celeste, Celestia, Celine, Chanel, Charity, Charlotte, Cher, Cherie, Cheryl, Cheyenne, Chloe, Claire, Clara, Clarity, Claudia, Claudine, Clea, Cleo, Clover, Colette, Colleen, Constance, Connie, Copeland, Cora, Coral, Coralia, Coraline, Cordelia, Coretta, Corinna, Corinne, Corisande, Corliss, Cornelia, Corvina, Cosette, Cressida, Cynthia, Cyra.

Dahlia, Dahliana, Daisy, Damara, Dara, Darcy, Darla, Darlene, Daphne, Davina, Dawn, Dee, Delia, Delilah, Delphi, Delphine, Denise, Desiree, Desdemona, Desi, Destiny, Diana, Diane, Dinah, Dixie, Dolly, Dorothea, Dorothy, Dot, Drusilla.

Eadlyn, Eartha, Eden, Edie, Edina, Edith, Effie, Eileen, Elara, Eleanor, Eleanora, Elena, Eliana, Elisabeth, Elise, Elizabeth, Ella, Elle, Elodie, Eloise, Elowen, Elora, Elsie, Emalyn, Embla, Emilia, Emma, Emmeline, Emmy, Enid, Eponine, Erica, Erin, Esme, Estelle, Esther, Ethel, Ettie, Everly, Eva, Evangeline, Evanora, Evelina, Evelyn, Everly, Evita, Eyre.

Fae, Faith, Fallon, Fancy, Fannie, Fantine, Farah, Fawn, Faye, Felicity, Fern, Francine, Fran, Finnea, Fleur, Flora, Florence, Francesca, Franny, Frankie, Frida, Freya, Fyodora.

Gabriella, Gaia, Gail, Garbo, Gardenia, Gemma, Geneva, Geneve, Genevieve, Gennifer, Georgeanne, Georgia, Gia, Giana, Gigi, Gillian, Gina, Ginevra, Ginger, Ginny, Giordana, Giovanna, Gisele, Guilieta, Guilia, Guiliana, Gladys, Glenda, Glinda, Gloriana, Glory, Goldie, Goldeheve, Grace, Gracelyn, Gracie, Greer, Greta, Gretchen, Griselda, Guinevere, Gwenora, Gwendolyn, Gwenny.

Hadley, Haddie, Hadiya, Halle, Hallie, Halston, Hanna, Hannah, Harmony, Harper, Harriet, Hattie, Hazel, Helen, Helena, Heloise, Henrietta, Henna, Hera, Hermia, Hermione, Hester, Hettie, Holly, Honey, Honora, Hope.

Ida, Ilana, Ilyana, Imogen, Indie, Inessa, Ingrid, Iphegenia, Iris, Irene, Isabeau, Isabella, Isabelle, Isla, Isobel, Isolde, Ivana, Ivory, Ivy.

Jacinta, Jackie, Jada, Jade, Jane, Janie, Jasey, Jasey-Rae, Jeana, Jeanie, Jedda, Jennifer, Jennie, Jenny, Jessa, Jessamine, Johanna, Jolene, Jolie, Joplin,  Josie, Josephine, Journey, Joy, Judith, Judy, Julia, Julie, Juliet, Juniper, Juno.

Kaia, Kalani, Kara, Karen, Karolina, Kate, Kathleen, Katherine, Kayla, Kaylee, Kedzie, Keely, Kelby, Kelsey, Kendra, Kenna, Kennedy, Kiara, Kimberly, Kinsley, Kitty, Kristina, Kyra.

Laela, Lara, Laura, Laurel, Lauren, Lavinia, Leah, Leia, Leila, Lena, Lenora, Leonora, Letitia, Liana, Liberty, Lila, Lilo, Lilia, Lilith, Lily, Lindsey, Livia, Lois, Lola, Loretta, Loral, Lorelei, Lorena, Lorraine, Lottie, Lovisa, Lucia, Lucille, Lucy, Ludovica, Luna, Lulu, Lumi, Lux, Lydia, Lynn, Lyra.

Macy, Madeleine, Maia, Mae, Maeve, Maggie, Magnolia, Malia, Marcella, Maren, Margaret, Margot, Martha, Maria, Marie, Marigold, Marilyn, Marina, Marissa, Marisol, Marlene, Marnie, Mary, Matilda, Maude, Maureen, Maxine, Meadow, Melody, Melinda, Mercy, Merritt, Mia, Michelle, Millicent, Minerva, Minnie, Mira, Miriam, Moira, Molly, Mona, Morrigan.

Nadia, Nadine, Nancy, Naomi, Narcissa, Naressa, Natalia, Natalie, Naya, Nellie, Nettie, Nia, Nicola, Nicole, Nicoletta, Nikita, Nina, Nikki, Noelle, Norah, Nova, Nyla.

Oara, Octavia, Odette, Odessa, Odyssesia, Odilia, Odina, Olita, Olive, Olivia, Olympia, Olwen, Opal, Ophelia, Oona, Orelia, Oriana, Orla, Orlena, Orpha, Ottoline, Ovalia.

Paige, Paisley, Pam, Pamela, Pandora, Patricia, Pearl, Peggy, Penelope, Petra, Persephone, Phoebe, Piper, Pippa, Pixie, Priscilla, Priya, Prudence, Polly, PollyAnna, Poppy, Posey.

Raina, Ravena, Regina, Rey, Rhea, Rhiannon, Romilly, Romy, Rosa, Rosalie, Rosemary, Rowena, Roxanne, Ruby, Ruth, Ruthie.

Sabrina, Sadie, Safiya, Sally, Samantha, Samara, Samira, Sara, Sarah, Savannah, Scarlett, Selene, Serafine, Seraphina, Serena, Sia, Sienna, Sierra, Siobhan, Skye, Sofia, Sophia, Sophie, Soleil, Solstice, Sonya, Sookie, Stella, Sylvia.

Talia, Tamara, Tana, Tamsin, Tatiana, Tessa, Thea, Theresa, Theodosia, Tiara, Tiffany, Tilda, Tina, Tinsley, Toria, Topanga, Trinity, Truly, Twyla.

Uma, Una, Ursula, Uta.

Vada, Vaia, Vara, Valentina, Valerie, Venus, Vera, Verity, Veronica, Victoria, Viola, Violet, Virginia, Vivette, Vivian.

Waverly, Weslyn, Wendy, Whitney, Winona, Winnie, Winnifred, Willa, Willow, Winter.

Xahlian, Xana, Xandra, Xelis, Xena, Ximena.

Yara, Yasmine, Yvette, Yvonne.

Zada, Zahara, Zara, Zariah, Zena, Zelda, Zelena, Zoe, Zola, Zophia, Zuri.

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Vulpes vulpes

In the Scandinavian countries, foxes were believed to cause the northern lights.  These aurora were called  "revontulet" in Finland, meaning "fox fires".  Foxes sometimes replaced cats as witch´s familiars in medieval European folklore, and were occasionally persecuted in the resulting hysteria.  The Japanese revered foxes as the divine messengers of Uka no Mitama, the Shinto rice goddess, although tales were also told of evil Japanese foxes that could possess people. Many cultures have stories about shape-shifting "werefoxes".  In China and other Asian countries, werefoxes were demons that prolonged their lives by seducing humans and feeding off their souls.  A variation of this theme is a myth common among the Siberian Koriak people, the Inuit, and various tribes of native North Americans. "The Mysterious House Keeper", tells of a fox that entered a hunter´s house and removed its skin to become a beautiful woman. When the hunter returned, he found that the woman had cleaned his house and he decided to marry her.  The bliss was short lived, however, as the hunter began to complain about his wife´s smell.  Her feelings hurt, she transformed back into a fox and ran away.

Some of the best known classic fox literature was written over 2,500 years ago by Aesop.  His fables told stories about various intelligent animals, and were used to convey a moral point to the reader.  Because of their craftiness, beauty, and solitary nature, foxes figured prominently in these fables whenever deceit, pride, or individuality was necessary to the story.  One such fable is The Fox and the Grapes.  In it, a red fox finds itself in a vineyard and tries to feed on the grapes hanging on the vines.  Despite its best efforts, the fox just can´t reach the fruit and gives up in frustration.  He saves face and consoles himself by saying the grapes were probably sour any ways.  The moral of the story is that people often badmouth things they can´t have.  Like many other of Aesop´s fables, the story gave rise to a popular expression (sour grapes) or proverb.  With the possible exception of the lion, few other animals are mentioned as often by Aesop as the fox is.

Both clever and foolish, creative and destructive, perfectly civilized and utterly wild. Trickster foxes appear in old stories gathered from countries and cultures all over the world -- including Aesop's Fables from ancient Greece, the "Reynard" stories of medieval Europe,  the "Giovannuzza" tales of Italy, the "Brer Fox" lore of the American South, and stories from diverse Native American traditions...

...but at the darker end of the fox-lore spectrum we find creatures of a distinctly more dangerous cast: Reynardine, Mr. Fox, kitsune (the Japanese fox wife), kumiho (the Korean nine-tailed fox), and other treacherous shape-shifters.

Fox women populate many story traditions but they're particularly prevalent across the Far East. Fox wives, writes Korean-American folklorist Heinz Insu Fenkl, are seductive creatures who "entice unwary scholars and travelers with the lure of their sexuality and the illusion of their beauty and riches. They drain the men of their yang -- their masculine force -- and leave them dissipated or dead (much in the same way La Belle Dame Sans Merci in Keats's poem leaves her parade of hapless male victims).

"Korean fox lore, which comes from China (from sources probably originating in India and overlapping with Sumerian lamia lore) is actually quite simple compared to the complex body of fox culture that evolved in Japan. The Japanese fox, or kitsune, probably due to its resonance with the indigenous Shinto religion, is remarkably sophisticated.  Whereas the arcane aspects of fox lore are only known to specialists in other East Asian countries, the Japanese kitsune lore is more commonly accessible. Tabloid media in Tokyo recently identified the negative influence of kitsune possession among members of the Aum Shinregyo (the cult responsible for the sarin attacks in the Tokyo subway). Popular media often report stories of young women possessed by demonic kitsune, and once in a while, in the more rural areas, one will run across positive reports of the kitsune associated with the rice god, Inari."

(To read Heinz's full essay on "Fox Wives & Other Dangerous Women," go here.)

There are tales of fox wives in the West as well, but fewer of them; and they tend, by and large, to be gentler creatures. (To marry them is unlucky nonetheless, for they're skittish, shy, and not easily tamed.) An exception to this general rule can be found in the räven stories of Scandinavia. The fox-women who roam the forests of northern Europe are portrayed as heart-stoppingly beautiful, fiercely independent, and extremely dangerous.

(Fox Woman by Susan Boulet)

(Little Elvie in the Wild Wood by Catherine Hyde)

The "nine-tailed fox" of China and Japan is often (but not always) a demonic spirit, malevolent in intent. It takes possession of human bodies, both male and female, moving for one victim to another over thousands of years, seducing other men and women in order to dine on their hearts and livers. Human organs are also a delicacy for the nine-tailed fox, or kumiho, of Korean lore -- although the earliest texts don't present the kumiho as evil so much as amoral and unpredictable...occasionally even benevolent...much like the faeries of English folklore.

In the West, it's the fox-men we need to beware of -- such as Reynardine in the old folk ballad, a handsome were-fox who lures young maidens to a bloody death.

Mr. Fox, in the English fairy tale of that name, is cousin to the kumiho and Reynardine, with a bit of Bluebeard mixed in for good measure, promising marriage to a gentlewoman while his lair is littered with her predecessors' bones. Neil Gaiman drew inspiration from the tale when he wrote his wry, wicked poem "The White Road":

There was something sly about his smile, his eyes so black and sharp, his rufous hair. Something that sent her early to their trysting place, beneath the oak, beside the thornbush, something that made her climb the tree and wait. Climb a tree, and in her condition. Her love arrived at dusk, skulking by owl-light, carrying a bag, from which he took a mattock, shovel, knife. He worked with a will, beside the thornbush, beneath the oaken tree, he whistled gently, and he sang, as he dug her grave, that old song...

shall I sing it for you, now, good folk?

Jeannine Hall Gailey, by contrast, casts a sympathetic eye on fox shape-shifters, writing plaintively from a kitsune's point of view in "The Fox-Wife's Invitation":

These ears aren't to be trusted. The keening in the night, didn't you hear? Once I believed all the stories didn’t have endings, but I realized the endings were invented, like zero, had yet to be imagined. The months come around again, and we are in the same place; full moons, cherries in bloom, the same deer, the same frogs, the same helpless scratching at the dirt. You leave poems I can’t read behind on the sheets, I try to teach you songs made of twigs and frost. you may be imprisoned in an underwater palace; I'll come riding to the rescue in disguise. Leave the magic tricks to me and to the teakettle. I've inhaled the spells of willow trees, spat them out as blankets of white crane feathers. Sleep easy, from behind the closet door I'll invent our fortunes, spin them from my own skin. Although chancy to encounter in myth, and too wild to domesticate easily (in stories and in life), some of us long for foxes nonetheless, for their musky scent, their hot breath, their sharp-toothed magic.  "I needed fox," wrote Adrienne Rich:

Badly I needed a vixen for the long time none had come near me I needed recognition from a triangulated face     burnt-yellow eyes fronting the long body the fierce and sacrificial tail I needed history of fox     briars of legend it was said she had run through I was in want of fox

And the truth of briars she had to have run through I craved to feel on her pelt     if my hands could even slide past or her body slide between them     sharp truth distressing surfaces of fur lacerated skin calling legend to account a vixen's courage in vixen terms

(Full poem here.) Ah, but Fox is right here, right beside us, Jack Roberts answers, a little warily:

Not the five tiny black birds that flew out from behind the mirror over the washstand,

nor the raccoon that crept out of the hamper,

nor even the opossum that hung from the ceiling fan

troubled me half so much as the fox in the bathtub.

There's a wildness in our lives. We need not look for it.

(Full poem here.)

There are a number of good novels that draw upon fox legends -- foremost among them, Kij Johnson's exquisite The Fox Woman, which no fan of mythic fiction should miss. I also recommend Neil Gaiman's The Dream Hunters (with the Japanese artist Yoshitaka Amano);  Larissa Lai's When Fox Is a Thousand; and Ellen Steiber's gorgeous A Rumor of Gems (as well as her heart-breaking novella "The Fox Wife," published in Ruby Slippers, Golden Tears). Alice Hoffman's disquieting Here on Earth is a contemporary take on the Reynardine/Mr. Fox theme, as is Helen Oyeyemi's Mr. Fox, a complex work full of stories within stories within stories. For younger readers, try the "Legend of Little Fur" series by Isobelle Carmody. And for mythic poetry, I especially recommend She Returns to the Floating World by Jeannine Hall Gailey and Sister Fox’s Field Guide to the Writing Life by Jane Yolen. 

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[smartgirlsaremean]

My Heart’s in the Highlands - Chapter 7

Fandom: OUAT, Hamish Macbeth

Pairing: Bellish

Rating: T

Summary: With Rumplestiltskin gone, Belle can’t face going back to the Enchanted Forest without him. She leaves Storybrooke forever, travels the world, and ends up in a small village in Scotland, where she meets a constable with a very familiar face.

AO3

Chapter 7: The Skirl of the Pipes - Belle attends the Lochdubh Day ceilidh and learns something that throws her for a bit of a loop.

“Lochdubh Day?” Belle twirled her pen in one hand and tilted her head to one side.

“Aye, a local tradition. It’s more of an excuse tae drink ourselves silly than anythin’.”

“But there’ll be a ceilidh,” TV John interjected from his seat at one of the tables. Esme was still working with him on his reading, and she’d encouraged him to visit the library and practice whenever he could.

“Oh!” Belle’s eyes lit up. “That sounds amazing! I haven’t been dancing in ages.” Hamish swallowed a groan. He wasn’t wild about dancing and any hopes he’d had that she’d want to stand on the sidelines and drink a few pints with him went up in smoke. “But it’s not the kind of dancing I’m used to, is it?” she continued. “Reels and group dances, right?” She added a book to her stack and kept musing aloud. “But I’m a fast learner and I should be okay.” She picked the stack up - it towered to her chin - and headed for the shelves. Mildly alarmed, Hamish followed her. “I just hope someone will actually dance with me - I’m new after all and - oh God, what do I wear?”

She turned her head to look at him as she put her stack of books on a nearby table and Hamish realized that she was actually waiting for a response. “Ah...I dunno. Whatever you want, I guess.”

“What do the other women wear?”

If he’d ever noticed what the ladies wore at the ceilidh it was purely by accident. The attention he paid to Belle’s wardrobe was the most he’d paid any woman’s clothing in years - neither Alex nor Isobel had been particularly fashion-conscious, even after Isobel’s self-imposed makeover a few months after Alex moved in with him. He’d always cared more for a woman’s face and voice than what she wore.

Belle, though, had a knack for clothes, and it was impossible not to notice. The first few weeks she’d looked like any other tourist, but as her plans to stay came to fruition, out had come dresses and skirts and blouses and jumpers, all perfectly coordinated with one another and enhancing her beauty and sweetness in ways Hamish hadn’t known were possible. She was a bit like a cheerful bluebird flitting amongst the sparrows, and if she was actually worried about having enough dance partners at the ceilidh she needed a new mirror.

“Forget it,” Belle huffed in the face of his silence, pushing a few more books into place. “I’ll ask Agnes and Esme.”

Hamish breathed a sigh of relief. “Aye, do that.”

Belle rolled her eyes. “With your reputation, I expected a little more help, to be honest.”

“My...reputation?” Hamish almost choked.

“According to the gossips you’re something of a ladies’ man.”

He felt his ears turning red. “Not, uh - I mean I’m no' a priest, but I - “ His stammering voice trailed off under the influence of Belle’s gaze, which seemed a little wistful.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I should know better than anyone that reputations can be exaggerated.”

Hamish shook his head. “No, it’s...it’s fine. It’s just - I was engaged once - an’ there was a girl after tha’ - but - well, nothin’ seems tae last very long.”

Her eyes were large and warm and full of sympathy that he knew he didn’t deserve, and he was torn between confessing all and turning his vaunted charm on her so that she’d forget the whole humiliating conversation. In the end, John rescued him by standing and announcing his intention to return to the station, and Hamish was able to hurry away without embarrassing himself further.

Belle fidgeted in front of her closet and scrutinized the dresses she’d purchased over the last few weeks. Agnes and Esme had stressed the importance of comfort at the ceilidh, but she was still a bit hung up on wanting to look nice. She hadn’t properly dressed up since moving to Lochdubh, and she was itching to - as Ruby would have said - glam it up a bit. It had been months since she felt beautiful, and she wanted that again.

And there was no use pretending that she didn’t know why she felt that way.

Sighing, Belle collapsed backwards on her bed and threw an arm over her eyes. He was quite possibly the most laidback police officer she’d ever met - which was saying something when she recalled what passed for law enforcement in Storybrooke - but that was actually the greatest part of his charm. He was lackadaisical not because he didn’t care, but because he cared so much about this town and all the people in it that he considered protecting them to be his most important duty, even above enforcing the law. Once she’d discovered that, it was no wonder she’d developed a soft spot for him. Tender-hearted men with stoic exteriors appeared to be her type.

He would stop by the library most days. Sometimes he would make off with two books: a Western and another of her choosing. If he wasn’t dropping off or picking up, he would talk to her about the books, ask her opinion, tease her a little, joke and flirt a bit. She spent a good portion of that time getting lost in his eyes, drifting away on the ebbs and flows of his voice, and imagining his dextrous hands on her skin, but at the end of every encounter he would grin, wish her a good day, and stride away. He never seemed the least discomposed, and it wasn’t fair. Tonight she wanted to get a little of her own back.

She wanted to leave him stunned.

She wanted to knock him for six.

She wanted to make him want her the way she’d started wanting him, the way she hadn’t wanted anyone since Rumplestiltskin.

She just wasn’t sure it was possible. Surely if he was interested at all he would have said something by now, wouldn’t he? All the men she’d encountered on her travels had done so (not that she’d ever taken any of them up on their offers). Maybe she wasn’t his type.

Well, she determined that after tonight she would know one way or the other.

Hamish was doing pretty well, he thought, right up until Belle took off her coat, which was actually fairly pathetic as the ceilidh hadn’t even properly begun yet. He’d known the night would be a trial when he met her walking down the street to the hall; her richly colored hair was pulled back into a French braid, leaving her neck and ears bare, and she’d performed some sort of magic with her makeup that made her eyes larger and bluer than ever. He knew he wanted her, but he hadn’t realized how much trouble he was in until her wool coat slipped off her shoulders and revealed that they were left bare by the off-shoulder neckline of her dress. The deep forest green set her alabaster skin off to perfection and made her eyes glow. The flowing skirt brushed a couple of inches above her knees, and she’d foregone tights, leaving her legs bare down to her sensible black shoes.

Bloody hell, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Belatedly he realized he’d been ogling her rather openly, and he hastily raised his eyes to hers, glimpsing in their depths a strange triumphant glow. She tilted her head to one side and bit her lip, and he caught his breath.

“Belle!” Doc Brown appeared apparently out of nowhere. He grabbed Belle’s hand and brought it to his lips. “My lady, you outshine the stars.”

Belle rolled her eyes and grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to the doctor’s cheek. “Hello, Duncan.”

“Dinnae break me heart, lass. Tell me you’ll partner me for the first dance.”

For a heartbeat her eyes met Hamish’s and held, but when he said nothing she swept Doc an exaggerated curtsy. “I’d be delighted, good sir.”

“Excellent.” Doc tucked her hand in his elbow and appeared to notice his friend for the first time. “Evenin’, Hamish,” he said cheerfully.

“Doc.”

“Best get yourself a partner before all th’ good ones are taken.” Doc waggled his eyebrows and swept Belle away, leaving Hamish to stew.

“Dance with me, Hamish?” Esme appeared at his side and smiled kindly at him, her expression a touch too knowing. A reel had started up and he suppressed a smirk as she took his arm and steered him gently to one end of the set.

“Didnae think you’d be one for a pity dance, Esme,” he teased. “I’m not gonna have tae fight off a jealous Rory, am I?”

“No one takes the Doc seriously,” Esme said. “He’s too much of a flirt.”

“I know that.”

“You looked a little jealous. Just thought I’d remind you.”

Once upon a time Hamish would have hotly denied the accusation. Him, jealous? Of course not! He was just concerned, or angry, or suspicious. But he knew himself better now; time and experience had taught him well the importance of being self-aware. Among other things, he’d come to accept that he was a jealous man by nature. He wasn’t unreasonable; he didn’t expect to have a woman’s undivided attention at all times, but he didn’t like to share.

“Stop being so stubborn and ask the lass for a dance,” Esme chided him as the reel ended.

Hamish gave her a little salute and looked around for Belle, but she’d already been swept up by Lachie Jr. and was giggling her way through another dance. Grinding his teeth, Hamish leaned against one of the walls and wished he’d stayed home. What was the point of going to a dance if the girl you fancied spent the night in other men’s arms?

The band took a break after an hour of playing, and Belle, flushed and glowing, appeared at his side with a cup of beer in each hand.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, handing him a cup. He took a sip and considered his answer.

“It’s not really my idea of a good time, dancing,” he confessed.

“You danced with Esme.”

“She made me.”

Belle laughed. “She can be fairly irresistible when she wants to be, can’t she?”

“Aye.” He couldn’t stop himself from admiring her again. She was even lovelier now, her hair slightly disheveled and her cheeks pink. “I guess you’ve already heard how beautiful you look a dozen times, eh?”

“A dozen and one,” she said, “but it’s still nice to hear.” Her eyes searched his face. “You really won’t dance with me?”

She sounded disappointed. His heart jumped. “I’d rather take a walk if you don’t mind. Get some fresh air?”

“Sure. It does get a little hot in here, doesn’t it?” She set her cup down on one of the tables and walked beside him to the open door; she sighed deeply when the cool breeze off the harbor swept over them.

“Enjoyin’ the ceilidh?” he asked as they paced towards the harbor.

“Yeah, it’s wonderful! Everyone’s so warm and welcoming; it’s been a long time since I had so much fun.”

“Glad tae hear it.”

“And you?”

He shrugged.

“If you don’t dance, why do you come? Surely there’s something else you’d rather be doing.”

“I buy a few pints, chat with friends. Spend a couple of hours being someone other than the constable.”

“Have you always wanted to be in the force?”

“Aye, since I was a lad.”

“And you’ve always lived here?”

“No, I grew up in Glasgow, my parents moved us there when I was very young. I never much liked the city, though; I came back out here soon as I could.”

Belle hummed and ran her hand along the low stone wall.

“You really plan to stay here, don’ you?” Hamish asked. “I didnae believe it at first.”

“Why is that?”

“Lass like you, brilliant and determined and...well, you could go anywhere. Do anythin’. Why settle for little auld Lochdubh?”

“I’ve been most of anywhere and done most of anything already, remember?” Belle smiled. “I always knew I’d have to settle somewhere, and I felt drawn to this place, especially when I saw the library.”

Hamish chuckled. “Aye, that library. It’s your wee bairn, eh?”

“I just knew it would be home. Call it fate or destiny or kismet - it called to me, y’know? Like I was always meant to come here.” She paused and took in his faint smile. “That’s a bit fanciful for you, isn’t it?”

“Not really. You ought to mention it to TV John, this destiny stuff. He’s got the sight, after all.”

Belle, who had looked out over the water at the moon, whipped her head around so quickly she almost fell back. Alarmed, Hamish reached out and grabbed her arm, steadying her. “The sight?” Her voice squeaked and her eyes were enormous.

“Aye.”

“You...you believe in that sort of thing?”

“What sort of thing?”

“The sight, the supernatural, fate...magic.”

“I dunno.” Her gaze was strangely intense, and it was beginning to unnerve him. “I dinnae disbelieve any of it, and John’s visions tend to come true.”

“Exactly as he sees them? Or is there room for interpretation and error?”

“Well, they’re a bit abstract. A noise here, a dream there, sometimes just a feeling. He could explain it better.” She had begun to shiver, and he shrugged out of his jacket, wrapping it around her bare shoulders. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine.” She hunched her shoulders, and he’d never been a large man but she was dwarfed by his jacket, and he felt a surge of protectiveness towards her.

“Nah, you’re cold. We should get you back to the hall.”

“I’d rather just go home, if that’s okay.” She started to shrug out of his jacket, but he reached out and pulled the lapels closed.

“I’ll walk you.”

Belle smiled again, though the expression was a little shaky. “I’m sure I’ll be okay. I understand the local constabulary has things well in hand; the streets are perfectly safe.”

Even though he knew she was teasing, he preened a little at her praise. “Ah, you never know. Could be dangerous ruffians about.”

She rolled her eyes and tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. “Well, if you insist.”

Hamish wished suddenly that it was daylight, and that the townspeople were out and about so they could see him walking down the main street with the loveliest incomer any of them had ever seen on his arm, wearing his jacket, leading him to her house. He’d walked her home more than once, during the library case, but he hadn’t had a chance to do so since, and besides, that was business. She was walking with him now because she wanted to, and that was the headiest feeling imaginable. After seeing her safely inside, he headed home with a smile on his face.

Belle sat heavily on her bed, scarcely noticing that she was still wearing Hamish’s jacket. TV John had the sight? And people in the town knew and accepted that fact?

This was a land without magic. How could such a thing as the second sight be possible?

There was apparently more to Lochdubh than met the eye, and she should have known that when she’d felt that deep, unavoidable, compelling urge to stay and put down roots. Touched as her own life had been by magic, any vestiges of magic would call to her and pull at her. But why here? Why not in any of the other places where magic was whispered about? What made Lochdubh her final destination, so to speak?

She needed answers, and she knew of only one man who could possibly provide them.

[jacehunter]

#ToBreakAKnight

Written by: @AngelicArcher_ , @CynosureSiren & @JaceHunter_

Alex - Out patrolling on his own needing to get some air. Activating a few runes, he took a deep breath so much had been going on he wanted out and not having to watch out for anyone else. Taking off in a run across the roof top he jump and somersaulted in mid air and landing to the next building. It was exhilarating what they could do. Even having the abilities all his life he still loved it like it was a newly discovered thing. Meanwhile Valentine had been rounding up test subjects. His self-righteousness had grown to madness but none of his followers would dare speak that out loud for fear of his wrath. Cages lined up against the walls, humans, downworlders and even shadowhunters waited an uncertain faith. Watching with real feel as one by one test subjects were brought forth and subjected to his trials. Screams of agony went up and prayers to the angel repeated over and over in hopes of being saved by the monster himself.-

Isabelle walked over to her closet, glancing around through many outfits for the perfect one. Mocha hues lit up once it caught her attention, she lift the hanger off the rack turning on her heals towards her bed. Placing the outfit on her king size bed, she moved to make work of taking off her training work out clothes. Tossing the crop top into the basket near her closet, next to go was her heels. Isabelle never trained in gym shoes, If she was going to be wearing heels in the field, she needed to train in them too. Which she was highly skillful in, it was alway her motto... 'Nothing less then seven inches'.

One by one articles of clothing was dropped on her bathroom floor once she walked in, turning on the water testing it to make sure it was to her liking. Soon Isabelle got in and washed up.

20 minutes later, she walked into her bedroom with a towel around her body and hair. Isabelle made work on putting on matching underwear She tossed her towel into the basket as she headed over to the vanity to do her hair.

After her hair was blow-dried and curled, she applied her makeup Feeling satisfied with her work, she smirked in the mirror checking her self out, fluffing her curls She moved to the bed to slip her dress on, carful of the jewels. She picked up her matching heels sliding them on. Picking up a couple of daggers, she makes her way over to her floor length mirror to tape them under her dress in a way it would not be on various parts of her body. She finished the look off with her ruby necklace, it's powers help to signal her to Demonic activity. Isabelle glances over to her Electrum whip on her dresser and slides it up her arm. Isabelle reapplies her lipstick before leaving her room to check the command room, where Alec should probably be.

Turning everything off, She closed the door behind her. Isabelle pulled out Stele placing a Rune over her door before she turned on her jeweled heels down the hall.

Passing fellow Shadowhunters getting a couple glances from the guys, Isabelle picked up a file thumbing through it.

Glittery eyes scanned the pages of the most recent reports of demonic active in the city. Heels clicking with each step on glass like floors, Isabelle glide her fingers over the 60 inch computer touch screens. She kept busy gathering intel while the other Shadowhunter's worked on their own projects for the Clave. The political body made up of all active Shadowhunters that upholds the law of the covenant. The law that protects the rights of Shadowhunters to enforce civilized relations among the Clave, Downworld, and the mundane world, as well as the rights of Downworlders so that they may not be maltreated by Shadowhunters.

Sed lex dura lex. "The Law is hard, but it is the Law."

Isabelle closed out of all the extra files on the computer screen, and download certain information on her phone. She glanced around The Institute not seeing Alec yet or Jace. With her phone in her hand Isabelle pulled up her messages application to Compose a message in the group chat they had going. Thumbs swiftly moved across the keys.

"Where are you guys at? I just went over the Files and downloaded info on my phone, from the recent Vampire bar that just opened up. They want us to go check it out, make sure it's up To code. I'm already dressed and ready to go." She sends the message in the group.

Jace had returned to the institute looking for Alec. After his last hunt for lightwood sending him put to look for answers. This was secret mission as they didn't want alec or Isobel to be involved in this search. Jace being him would do anything to protect both Isobel and of course his best friend and his Parabetai in Alec. This was a connection like no other. Jace knew that Alec wasn't in the institute. He was questioning around the institute where was Alec and why he wasn't here for his return. Were alec and his sister Isobel already out on a hunt without him. Or Was Isobel being herself going out to break the rules instead of following the rules. Jace picking up his sword to leave the institute to track down both Alec and Isobel.

Alec: -The little let loose for a couple of hours had left him both happier and calmer. Getting back to the Institute he took the elevator and stepped out into the hallway and nodded a couple of other Shadowhunters before making his way back to the weapons room to put his gear away.-

Isabelle walks over to the weaponry to select what she would need for the mission that was assigned to them for the evening, yet she hasn’t gotten a work back from the boys. She was thinking about going out on her own to just deal with the  matter on her own. She was willing to give them some time to respond back before making that choice.

Jace was travelling fast through the streets of New York City trying to trace Alec @AngelicArcher_ and Isobel. Where they are, he had missed out in a lot of things that had been happening with his adventure away from them. At the end of the day, they weren't just hunters to to him but family. When he looked at Isobel she was like a little sister from another mother and Alec were to a start with him. What haven't we shared? Jace was running faster and faster through the wet streets when his cellphone beeped making him stop. When he read and reply to Isobel. He types up a sharp and fast text. ”Don't go anywhere until the three of us are together. Isobel gets Alec and me at the institute. No excuses. Jace put his cellphone away and activity his rune for extra speed of getting back to Institute knowing Alec was there now. And to talk with Isobel.

Jace -

Jace kept running non stop until he reached the institution. The institution was an old abandon building to the naked eye of the Mundanes but the institution was far from being an abandoned building this was our state of art headquarters only the shadow hunters could see the true potential and enter the building. Jace used his invisible runes when he was near the institution. To run in without stopping looking for Alec.

“Alec? Has anyone seen Alec”

-Coming up behind Jace.- I'm right here.

*Jace wasn't expected Alex to be behind him when he waited for someone else to Answer. When he turned to embrace his friend and brother.*

Thank goodness you are here. It's been a while man.

I was only gone a few... -looks at his watch grimaces- few hours sorry lost track of time.

*Letting him go* Maybe it was only as few hours for you but it's been away for me since I had to go out of town. Can we do to the debriefing room for an update on what I've been missing Alec? Plus what's going on with your sister alec

-Frowns, Jace sounded off but Alec just listened.- She's fine, around here somewhere. Are you feeling okay Jace?

Jace wasn't ready to answer any questions when he brushed it off when he answered “Yeah I am. What's been happening Alex can I have a full report on what you and Isobel have been up too since I've been away? What stage are we at with Valentine and the circle?

Alec -He wondered why Jace acted like he'd been gone for so long but he chalked it up to stress. Walking over to him activating the viewer, several pictures popped up including Merlorn's.- From what people are reporting Valentine and his men have been taking people. It seems to be from different species... which makes me think that he's experimenting with the Mortal Cup again. So we need to find him before he creates something unholy or kills them. Merlorn may be the key to finding him though. Isobel's connection to him might be strong enough for it to work.

Jace wasn't long back after been sent away to do a secret investigated by the light wood but he wasn't allowed to talk to Alec was a killer. He hated keeping secrets for him but for the time being, he tried to act as normal as he could. He Listening and taking in all the information from Alec on the update trying to catch up very fast. He knew Alec would be on top of things with Circle which he was.

Jace rubbed the bottom of his chin with his hand, trying to think of a plan. When were the last outings of us being out checking the nightclubs?