#turning a dancing queen this year woo

[noxious-fennec]

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[scribendis]

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐚

Daemon Targaryen x female reader (third person perspective) ❖ husband & wife

Warnings: smut, profanity, these two are SO horny, dirty talk, p in v sex, size kink ish, breeding kink ish, just a little bit of throat grabbing Rating: 18+ MDNI Word count: ~5,100

Summary: Mere months after their wedding, Daemon left his young bride to join the War in the Stepstones. His victory and subsequent return to King's Landing three years later meant that his wife would never spend another night alone in their bed.

A/N: I hope all my Daemon girls out there enjoy! This one's dedicated to you! Also, this is barely proofread and not beta'd. Lordy help me. Dividers by @saradika | AO3 link | Wattpad link

Mini HV glossary for ~future reference: ābrazȳrītsos - little wife ñuha dōna - my sweet issa - yes

Prince Daemon Targaryen had not been her father’s first choice of husband for her. It had, in fact, been the lord’s intention to marry her - his youngest child and only daughter - to King Viserys following the death of his queen. The prospect of such an arrangement brought her immense pride, for her house would benefit greatly from the wealth and status that would follow. But, by the time their wheelhouse finally passed through the gates of King’s Landing, the marriage between the king and Lady Alicent Hightower had already been set in stone. 

The king had thus suggested that she wed his younger brother instead, a prospect that her lord father balked at at first. Prince Daemon’s reputation certainly preceded him. No man called the “Rogue” anything had any right to take his precious daughter to wife. But when the Rogue Prince placed a wreath of flowers on her head and proclaimed her the Queen of Love and Beauty upon winning the tourney held in celebration of the king’s wedding, her betrothal to him was all but assured. 

She allowed herself to be wooed by him and his devilish smile, feeling herself falling harder and harder for him each time she caught his gaze from across rooms and banquet tables. There could be one hundred people between them and their eyes would always seem to find one another. His, more often than not, studied far more than her pretty face, trailing downward to her ample breasts or the curve of her waist. 

She had been told that Daemon was no great lover of dancing, but he offered his hand to her during every occasion that had musicians in attendance. And that hand found itself, more often than not, wandering dangerously past her hips as they moved about the dance floor. She was blissfully unaware of the fact that the prince would fuck his fist each night afterward at the thought of the places his hands had touched and what they might look like once he tore her clothes from her body. 

It was no wonder, then, that Daemon made certain that she fulfilled her wifely duties as soon as they were wed. He was barely able to make it through their wedding feast without whisking her away to finally claim her. But that night, he ensured that the entire Red Keep knew exactly whose wife she was.

In those first days of their marriage, she felt that she hardly left their marriage bed. When her presence was required at court, she walked with such an ache in her thighs and between her legs that she wished she could lounge about in bed all day. Each morning, without fail, their shared chambers still held the warm, musky scent of their coupling from the night before. It lingered on the sheets and on her skin throughout the day, only encouraging her husband’s desires further once he returned to her side. 

But their time together, it turned out, would be short lived. She and Daemon had hardly been married for three moons before Lord Corlys Velaryon’s invitation to join his house in the War for the Stepstones brought him hundreds of leagues away from her. Daemon could not refuse, for the potential glory of battle - his greatest chance to prove his worth to the realm - was a far more alluring prize than even his beautiful new wife. The kiss goodbye he gave her before climbing on the back of his dragon tasted bitter on her tongue.

She did not see her lord husband for three years. Life at court became a lonely thing. She was without children to care for or a husband to tend to. What she had was a husband whose actions in the Stepstones seemed to ripple all the way back to the Red Keep. To her. Slowly but surely, she watched her image deteriorate from that of a prince’s wife to that of a social pariah. How ashamed she must have been of her husband, the other ladies would whisper when they thought she was not listening - and, sometimes, when they knew that she was. 

Their shunning of her only worsened as news continued to trickle in about the rising victory of the Triarchy. She would sometimes linger outside of the Small Council chambers and trail after Ser Tyland Lannister in search of any information he had regarding her husband. Toward the end of the war, none of his news was good. She had come to accept that she would awake any day now a widow at the tender age of one and twenty. 

Until the morning that her maidservant burst through her door and all but shook her awake, uttering what, to her, was a garbled mess of words in her half-asleep state. But she did process enough to know one thing: Daemon had been spotted returning to King’s Landing. 

She rarely wore the colors of her husband’s house, opting instead for her own house colors. But today, as she followed the crowd into the throne room, she wore a striking dress of blood red the same hue as her husband’s dragon, Caraxes, and a necklace of rubies to match. Today, she was once again a Targaryen bride. 

She caught the eyes of some of the women who had spent the last three years lambasting her for her husband’s deeds. For his failures. She barely regarded them as she pushed past, her head held high and a smirk painting her lips. But, briefly catching the shocked look on Lord Beesbury’s wife, which somehow made the old woman look even more like a pigeon than she already did, she felt validation run warm through her veins. This would stop their wagging tongues.

In her place near the front of the throne room, she and everyone else watched Daemon approach the king. She had hoped but not suspected that he would find her among the crowd, so when his eyes flickered to her for a fleeting moment, she felt warmth radiate down her entire spine. 

Though he had looked away to address his brother, she did not take her eyes off of him for even a second. His silvery-blonde hair, now cut short, gave her an admirable view of his face and neck. Though obviously kissed by the sun, his skin also bore other changes. Forehead creases and other new wrinkles, likely from frowning or stress or both. A mottled, pink scar painted the right side of his neck and disappeared below his armor. She dreaded to think about just how far it went and how many others lay beneath his clothes. 

Truthfully, their time together before his departure had been so brief that she could not quite put her finger on all of the ways in which the war had changed him physically. From where he stood, the light pouring in from one of the high windows behind him highlighted a small scar just beside his right eyebrow. Did he have that before? She could not remember just now.

There would be plenty of time for her to relearn her husband’s body anew, just as he would hers. She did not realize how lonely a place the marriage bed could be with her husband so far away for so long. All she could hope was that he would still find her pleasing after their years apart.

Their reunion, it seemed, would have to wait, for the king was eager to whisk Daemon away from the eyes of the court following his return. Her disappointment meant little when measured against the wishes of the king, even though the ache in her heart felt all too real as she watched the brothers ascend the steps out of the throne room. 

She fielded several congratulatory remarks and other words of praise for her husband from those around her - the very same individuals who had spent years speaking naught but ill about him, whether to her face or behind her back. But she had known all along that Daemon would prove them wrong. 

The dispersing crowd soon filtered out of the throne room, with some individuals most assuredly sharing whispered words of gossip with their neighbors and others simply wondering when the celebratory feast would be held. She was one of the last to exit the room, a dizzying mixture of anticipation, relief, and disappointment churning in her stomach. 

So when a hand caught her by the throat and another by her upper arm as she ascended the stone steps into the hallway, she was taken completely by surprise. She hardly had time to let out a frightened gasp before a familiar voice breathed into her ear.  

“Will you not welcome the prince home from war, my lady?”

Her fear washed off of her just as quickly as it had come. Heaving a sigh, she smiled. “Daemon.” 

He turned her on the spot so they were face to face, his hand moving to hold her by the nape of her neck so she could not pull away. But she would not have done so even if he had not held her in such a way. 

“Gods, you scared me,” she continued. If he could only feel the way her heart was racing in her breast at his little stunt.

His bottom lip stuck out in a feigned pout. “And here I thought my dear wife would be excited to see me.” He placed his forefinger beneath her chin to tilt her face upward, his violet eyes studying the planes of her face as though he was seeing her for the first time all over again.

“She is.” 

A satisfied grin tugged at Daemon’s lips at the warmth of her remark, though he did not release her from his embrace. Rather, he pulled her closer and leaned down to claim her lips for the first time since his departure. To kiss him felt so familiar, yet also like a distant dream of a time long past. He allowed his lips to linger, savoring the moment as though they did not have dozens of onlookers watching them. 

“Should you not be with the king?” she murmured against his lips but felt him smirk.

“I have had to look at my brother’s ugly face since before I can remember,” Daemon replied, running his hand down the length of her spine until it came to rest in the small of her back. “I would rather have a moment alone with my pretty wife.”

That he had forgotten her or, at least, his burgeoning feelings for her during his years in the Stepstones had been a great worry of hers. He had been all too enthusiastic to leave her side and partake in the war to begin with. She often thought that, should he return one day, the two of them would be no more than strangers to one another. That whatever spark that had ignited between them in the early days of their marriage would have long since burned out.

But she recognized the look in his eyes as they roamed her face and continued downward, along the exposed line of her collarbone and shoulders before going even further. They ravaged her form as they had on all those evenings both before and after they were wed. He was entranced by the way her crimson gown enhanced her womanly shape. No doubt, he was toying with the thought of tearing it from her body right here and now, and reclaiming what was his for the entire court to see.

The mere prospect of such an act sent heat rushing through her lower stomach that pooled between her legs. She hadn’t worn her smallclothes beneath her gown today, remembering how tedious her husband had always found the extra barrier to be. He would have discovered that, if only he would have taken her by the hand and led her to their quarters. 

“You heard what I told my brother,” Daemon continued, his breath feather soft and warm on her cheek. “About the title they bestowed upon me in the Stepstones.”

“King of the Narrow Sea,” she whispered, feeling her mouth go dry as she watched the violet of his eyes become consumed by black. “But… you gave your crown to His Grace.”

Daemon clicked his tongue as he would in disappointment at a child. “Would my wife not have me be her king?”

Gods, she began to ache with need at such a question. She knew he noticed every flutter of her eyelashes, every rise and fall of her breast, every lick of her lips. He was an animal playing with its food, enjoying the act of teasing her. Testing her to see if she had missed him. 

“She would.” Her reply came out hoarsely, which only made the wicked smile on his lips widen further.

“And that would make you my queen,” he cooed as their noses brushed against one another. “Queen of the Narrow Sea.” His thumb moved slowly along the line of her jaw until it found the soft spot just beneath it where her pulse was hammering against her throat and pressed lightly.

She swallowed hard. “Queen of… of rocks and crabs and sand,” she said in jest, a paltry attempt at distracting herself from the now unbearable ache between her thighs. 

Daemon chuckled shortly. “But my queen nonetheless.” His lips moved to her ear to deal their final blow. “Do not think that I have forgotten the sweet sounds of your moans, ābrazȳrītsos,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble like that of a dragon’s echoing throughout the Dragonpit. “Or the even sweeter taste of your cunt.”

She could not stay the soft whimper that fell from her lips. Her body practically trembled with unfulfilled need - three years of it. What a devil her husband was for inflicting such torment on her, and in clear view of every nobleman and servant who walked past. 

And he was even worse for withdrawing from her completely and regarding her with a saccharine grin, though the dark lustfulness in his eyes belied his sudden pleasantry.

“My brother unfortunately demands my company just now, ñuha dōna, but rest assured…” He looked her up and down hungrily once more before stepping around her in a single languid step. “I shall be treating you like a queen tonight.”

Her eyes scanned the page of the open book that was draped across her lap, but the words may as well have been written in Lhazareen. She had gone over this page a dozen times but retained nothing, plagued by thoughts of her husband as she was. 

The sun had long since set and here she sat, alone, by the fire waiting for him. Of course, the king was not to be denied his brother’s presence and she knew that Daemon was certainly basking in the attention and praise that was being showered on him. But she would still hold him to his promise.

Having given up on her paltry attempt at reading, she rose. Her bare feet carried her restlessly back and forth across the cool flagstone floor of the bedchambers that her husband had not slept in for three long years. With every turn, her eyes flitted to the door as though she could will it open with her mind alone.  

“Seven hells, Daemon,” she sighed. 

She had not sated her own desire after her husband had left her wanting earlier, so the anticipation of their reunion this evening had only continued festering inside her throughout the day. It gnawed at her now, an itch that only he could scratch. 

What could she do to prepare for him, she wondered? There was no use in changing into a nightgown that would only end up on the floor. She had no wish to drink herself into a haze that would rob her of the pleasures of their lovemaking. In the end, she decided to perch herself before her vanity and remove the jewels adorning her neck, ears, and fingers. They would only get in the way.

It was when she dipped her head to unclasp her necklace that she heard the heavy wooden door push open. Her eyes immediately snapped to the mirror in front of her, only to see her husband already leaning against the far wall, admiring her. The mere sight of his lips curled into a half smirk was enough to send a rush of heat through her lower belly.

“Do you require assistance with that, ābrazȳrītsos?”

Daemon did not wait for an answer before he pushed himself away from the wall and sauntered over to her. Sneakily placing something on the cushion beside her, he took his place behind her and lifted his hands to remove her necklace. 

“Red was always so becoming on you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear, admiring the color of the rubies against her skin before carelessly tossing the necklace onto the vanity. “You were destined to be a Targaryen bride.”

Her eyes fell closed as she felt his lips move downward to press to her neck. “Yes, I think I was.”

“Keep your eyes closed.” His words were a soft hum against her skin. “I have something to give you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. With her eyes closed, she could hear the rustle of his tunic as he turned. Smell the sweet aroma of wine on his breath. Feel the warmth of his arms enveloping her. Then, there was the cool touch of metal on her forehead and the sudden weight of something in her hair. His fingers gathered the long strands of hair that she had already unbraided and brushed, pulling them to one side of her neck. Once again, his lips found her ear.

“Open.”

She found her image in the mirror again and beheld his gift to her. A circlet cast in what she assumed was Valyrian steel with glittering rubies mounted along the front of the band. It fit her head perfectly and complemented the color of her hair in a way that no other accessory ever had before. When she reached a hand up to touch it, Daemon caught her fingers and brought them to his lips.

“Oh, it’s beautiful…” she breathed. The smile that lit up her features elicited one of his own. “This is what kept you, isn’t it?”

A look of pride flashed in his eyes. “My queen deserved a crown.”

She turned around in her chair to face him, her smile gone and her brow furrowed. The gesture was a lovely one, but it would be an insult to Queen Alicent for her to ever wear this publicly. And she had already spent the last few years as an outcast at court; she would never take risk worsening the others’ view of her. “Daemon, I-I couldn’t possibly wear this. Not at court…”

“Then wear it for me,” he crooned, slowly smoothing his hands along the warm skin of her exposed shoulders. “And nothing else.”

She couldn’t bear it any longer or deny her burning need for him. He could ask anything of her and she would submit. He had her in the palm of his hand and he knew it. 

“How… how do you say ‘queen’ in High Valyrian?” Her voice was but a breath, trembling and full of lasciviousness.

Daemon smiled crookedly. “Dāria.” His thumb brushed across the spot on her neck where he could feel her hammering pulse, just as it had earlier. “Ñuha dāria.”

She knew enough of his mother tongue to know what that meant. 

My queen.

“And ‘king?’” Her throat felt painfully dry, now.

He leaned forward, his gaze reflecting a mixture of playfulness and possessiveness. “Dārys.”

She watched as what little was left of violet in his eyes was overtaken by the black of his pupils. His hand at the side of her neck squeezed slightly. His nostrils flared. And, all the while, he wore the same half-smirk on those lips of his that she wanted to kiss every last inch of her. 

“Say it,” he growled.

“Ñuha dārys.”

Their lips crashed together in a devouring kiss far more passionate than the one they had shared in the hall that afternoon. Daemon easily lifted her into his arms and bore her toward their bed, just as he had on the night that they were married. He did not break their kiss for even a second, not to breathe or to utter soft words of yearning and love. They had so much lost time to make up for and tonight would only be a start.

With barely any care for the intricately sewn gold buttons that trailed down the back of the dress, his hands began to rip the garment open. He tore at the red fabric with the ferocity of a beast while his tongue danced with hers. They were caught in a swirling storm of desire and longing, heat and passion - and they were perfectly content to let it sweep them away together. 

Buttons scattered across the flagstone floor to be lost forever underneath the heavy furnishings, and soon her dress joined them as it fell in a heap beside their bed. Daemon’s roguish smirk returned when his hands cupped her bare arse and pressed her against him. 

“It’s hardly befitting of my queen to strut about the palace without smallclothes like a common whore.” He bit down gently on her bottom lip and relished in the soft mewl that rose in her throat. “Any man could…” 

As his voice trailed off, she felt his fingertips ghost over her hip before moving to her center and sliding into her wet heat. His fingers curled inside her immediately, expertly finding her most pleasurable spot as though it had not been years since he had last fucked her. A stuttering, wanton moan left her, only encouraging him to continue.

“...take advantage.” 

Daemon coaxed her back onto their bed, never pulling his hand away from where, with rapacious speed, he was already bringing her to the brink of the most carnal pleasure. But as she pushed herself up onto her elbows in search of his lips, he pulled back.

“Uh uh,” he hummed. “Look at me, ābrazȳrītsos.” He no longer wished to kiss her, choosing instead to watch her with the same darkened eyes as he had earlier. He saw it all. The way her half-lidded eyes struggled to stay on his, the way her brow twitched and furrowed, the way her neck strained with effort. 

And she was ablaze beneath him, the dragon’s touch inside her reigniting a fire that she had not felt in so long. The warmth of it began to spread through her as his fingers swiftly brought her to her release, which spread through every limb until it consumed her like a wildfire in the countryside. 

There was a grin of satisfaction on Daemon’s face when she opened her eyes again. To him, no sight could have been better than that of her beneath him, breathless, with flushed skin as she lay in the haze of her release. And to her, the image of him licking her wetness from his fingers with such lecherous desire in his eyes could have finished her once more. 

He sat back on his haunches to remove his doublet and tunic, which joined her gown on the floor as though they may as well have been dirty rags. She barely had time to study his bare torso, scarred and more muscular than it had been when she had seen it last, before he was upon her again. When he leaned over her to kiss her, her own hands took over and began to fumble at the closure of his breeches. 

“My poor little wife,” he rasped, “left without a husband to fill her all this time.”

Her lips curled into a sly grin that she knew he could feel against his lips. “Perhaps I have taken a lover in your absence.”

“Name the man and I shall have his head.” Daemon spoke in jest, she knew, but she also surmised that a certain level of sincerity lay beneath his words. Any man that would dare touch the wife of the Rogue Prince would incur his wrath. “Nay, his cock, and he may live out the rest of his days as a eunuch. Perhaps I will have him sent away to become an Unsullied or a priest of Boash.” 

He watched her face intently as her trembling fingers finished their work at his breeches. She had already been brought to pleasure but the sight of his thick, hard cock emerging from his trousers as she pushed them down renewed that same need inside her like an ember that had been rekindled into a blaze. A memory bloomed in her mind of when she had first laid eyes on his manhood on the night of their wedding and how she had doubted that it could even fit inside her. She found herself considering the same thought now.

“O-on the contrary,” she managed, dotting her tongue out to wet her bottom lip. “I have had to pleasure myself.”

“Oh?” Daemon’s eyes narrowed and his lips parted as his hand lifted to her chin to hold her gaze so she had no choice but to see his lust. “I would have you show me sometime, ñuha dāria,” he purred with voracious need. “But for the rest of tonight? You will not cum anywhere but on my cock.” 

He took her firmly by the hips, his calloused fingertips digging into her skin as he pulled her with him so that she straddled him. And then, in a brief moment of tenderness that barely concealed his near-animalistic desire, he twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers. “Know this: your cunt shall never go unfilled again. And perhaps I will put a babe in you, now that I am home.”

“Please.” Her voice, though barely a whisper, was heavy with want.

“Issa, ñuha dāria.” 

Daemon pulled her hips down so that she sank onto his cock, too impatient to give his wife any time to adjust after three years apart. A soft whine left her at the sudden fullness, the way he stretched her as though he had claimed her maidenhead for a second time. He did not let even a second go to waste before he began to guide her movements atop him. She was at the mercy of his hands, which demanded her pleasure and the closeness of her body without remorse. 

What he need not demand was the sweet cries of ecstasy that passed her lips, which filled their bedchambers and, likely, spilled into the hall outside of their door. They felt almost sinful to listen to and, yet, were the most beautiful sounds that he had ever heard.  

“Gods… Daemon…” she moaned, her body arching into him. She had spent so many nights whispering his name into the darkness of their bedchambers as she brought herself to release at the thought of him. But to have him beneath her, inside her, around her once again was pure bliss.

At the sound of his name on her lips, Daemon pressed his face between her breasts and groaned hoarsely. “That’s it, ābrazȳrītsos,” he panted against her flushed skin, his fingers moving further to grasp her by the arse and pull her closer. 

It would not be the gods that would make her cum tonight; it would be him.

She could feel it, the pleasure beginning to tighten inside her. She was at his mercy, lost in the feeling of him bucking his hips up into her and the sensation of his lips at her breasts. It felt impossible that one should experience such rapturous delight as this. In every touch and every choked growl that left him, she could sense that he felt exactly the same. 

“Daemon, please–” Her words left her as a high-pitched squeak, signaling to him just how close she was to falling over the edge. Her body began to tense, her thighs trembling on either side of his hips. Her hands flew to his upper arms, grasping and almost pushing, as if to try and escape the wave of pleasure that was fast approaching. 

But he would not let her go until it consumed them both.  

With his hands still at her hips, Daemon pushed her backward until she was buried in the soft blanket that had been so perfectly laid atop their bed mere moments ago. His body sunk into hers, taking over from her previous ministrations atop him as her hands anchored themselves to his shoulders. He rutted into her like an animal, starved as he had been of her body for the last three years. 

She felt herself shudder when his lips planted kisses along her jawline and moved up until they found her mouth. He swallowed every desperate moan that left her, the taste of them growing sweeter and sweeter the closer she came to her peak. 

Her walls began to clench around him, her breath hitching with his every thrust. Any words she may have uttered only coiled at her throat, her thoughts meaningless as the building pleasure finally unfurled inside her. He held her steadfastly as she came around him, his touch her only lifeline as the heat and delirium ravished her completely. 

“Cum with me,” she gasped against his lips. He would have kept going, brought her to another peak before finishing, but her soft plea was enough to end him, too.

“Fuck…” he groaned, thrusting into her one final time as he spilled himself inside her. 

And when their shared pleasure had passed, her vice-like grip on his shoulders released. The light touches of her fingertips traveled across his back, feeling each new scar that he had acquired in the Stepstones. But he relished in her gentle touch after so many years of war, and allowed himself to collapse against her. 

The weight of his body was soothing, his warmth a balm for her lonely heart. Their breaths slowed and, soon, the only sounds in the room came from the fireplace opposite their bed. It crackled and burned, its radiant heat intermingling with the lingering warmth of their coupling. 

Daemon eventually lifted his head again and reached a hand up to straighten the circlet that had half fallen off of her head in their final throes of passion. He paused to admire the sight of her, still in a daze and wearing a sleepy smile on her lips. He kissed her once more and, when he withdrew, she saw that his eyes had regained some of their earlier hunger.

“Do not think that I am finished with you, ñuha dāria.” 

[zvmz]

okay angsty eah headcannon. so you know how the original fairytales are much darker than what we learn about through eah/disney?

For example; in the og cinderella, she sends birds to peck out her step sisters eyes. in og little mermaid, she fails to earn the princes love and turns into sea foam at the end, ect.

so i have a headcanon that there are multiple different ways the story book of legends will allow the story to go, that includes the original stories, as long as it sticks to the bare essentials. But the outcome is based on the characters personalities, ability, and choices. basically, if ashlynn was into the idea of punishing her step sisters with birds at the end of her story (not that she would ever do that), she could. if meeshell successfully, genuinely, woos her prince, she earns her happily ever after. if she is unsuccessful, she will be turned into sea foam. at the end of her story, Duchess can choose either to live the rest of her life as a swan, or to drown with siegfried. if the villians of the pinnochio story are especially cruel this generation, cedar could potentially be hanged.

Apples mom was 100% going to force the evil queen to dance in red-hot iron slippers till she drops dead, but wasnt able to because the evil queen broke away from the story. nobody knows that was her intention. meanwhile, apple would never in a million years choose that ending.

the reason not many have rebelled before raven is because, since grimm has been so strict on keeping to the exact same story, not many have diverged from it/chosen a different outcome in centuries. and if they did, its very much kept on the DL. so most of the students have no idea that their stories have the potential to be so much more dangerous than they think

sorry this is kinda messed up but i love adding mature themes to kids shows lol and if any students somehow find out about this, it adds much more reason for the kids to rebel.

idk if this makes sense!!! and im sure there are a bunch of plot holes there but im gonna post it anyway

[mykoreanlove]

afraid of love

Exhausted from the intensity of the night before, you sank into the comforting embrace of your fluffy bed. But even in the tranquility of your room, your mind raced with memories of Eun Woo.

Did he make it so Seoul already?

Images of last night flooded your consciousness like a vivid, intoxicating dream.

Heated kisses on every inch of your body ignited a fire within you, each touch sending shivers down your spine and leaving you breathless with desire. Eun Woo's lips, soft and insistent, traced a path of passion across your skin.

His dark, brown eyes seemed to peer into the depths of your soul, stripping away all pretense and laying bare the raw, unfiltered emotions that lay hidden within. In those moments, it felt as though you were the only two people in the world, lost in a shared intimacy that transcended words.

Your bodies intertwined for hours, moving together in a dance of ecstasy and longing. Every touch was a symphony of pleasure that left you both gasping for breath.

Dirty promises were whispered into your ear, each word sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. In the darkness of the night, with only the sound of your ragged breaths to fill the silence, you reveled in the shared intimacy of your whispered confessions, each promise a testament to the passion that burned between you.

As the night wore on, you both became a canvas for each other's desires, covering each other in colorful marks that served as a physical reminder of the passion that had ignited between you.

And as sleep finally claimed you both, you drifted off in his strong embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that you had found something special, a connection that transcended the physical and reached deep into the depths of your soul.

Adrenaline flooded your system as you thought off all the things you did last night.

Or three nights prior to that. You matched on a random Sunday, after being abstinent from dating for a long time. Eun Woo was in town only for a couple of days for a video shoot but that didn’t stop him from having a good time.

He had been single for years after having his heart shattered by his first love. Ever since, he toyed with women as he pleased.

The first date was spent in his apartment, eating, and talking, cuddling, and fucking.

He was a passionate lover, even though he was starving for love and affection. The second date was a spontaneous invitation late at night, after all his mandatory meetings had been dealt with.

You repeated the first date’s actions but this time it felt more familiar, already knowing what you liked and needed. Eun Woo gave you his all, adoring you in every way he could.

Until he had to leave.

You remembered the sound of his alarm clock this morning, way too early and too sudden. He shifted in his sleep, groaning as he did not want to leave you.

Kisses on your neck were accompanied by his fingers entering you, sighing in appreciation. “God, you feel so fucking good, y/n.”

Minutes after he was gone, catching his plane back to Seoul. You put your fingers on your lips, looking for the traces he had left. The sudden vibration of your phone brought you back into the present moment.

I landed. Tired as fuck though. How are you?

Missing you.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up – after all he didn’t even live in the same country. This was nothing but a repeated one-night stand, right? You thought back to the conversation you had before falling asleep.

“Do you think there is a future for us?”

He caught you off guard with this question, making you panic to find the right words.

“That depends on how well you treat me, Eun Woo”, you mocked jokingly.

He broke into laughter, loving your sassy side.

“I will love the ground you walk on, my queen. How about that?”

You joined in on his laughter and turned to face him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

He nodded.

Did you really mean it, though?

Oh, good! Seoul has you back then 😉 Lying in bed and cuddling my plushie since you’re gone…

Did that sound stupid?

Your insecurities churned within you, suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything you said and did.

Haha

That’s it?

You felt sick to your stomach as you took that as confirmation. After all, you were right about him. He only used you for some fun during his trip. And now he’s back in his real life, in which you had no place in.

This was nothing but fun to him. Nothing but a repeated one-night stand.

Brrrr.

Brrrr.

Brrrrr.

What the fuck?

Barely awake you searched for your phone on your nightstand.

3:33 AM.

Who the fuck texts me at this hour?

You were instantly awake as you realized who it was.

Eun Woo.

I have no idea if you’re awake. You’re probably asleep. And I shouldn’t blow up your phone. But I can’t help myself.

Anxiety formed in your stomach.

What was that supposed to mean?

Are you okay?

It took him seconds to answer.

You’re awake? Did I wake you? I’m sorry.

You sat up in bed, anxiously typing your reply.

It’s alright. Why are you up? Everything okay?

You saw him type his reply for minutes, driving you crazy in your heightened state.

No. Nothing is okay. I can’t stop thinking about you.

You swore your heart skipped a beat.

Did I read that right?

I can’t stop thinking about you and it drives me crazy.

You gasped, trying to think of a reply.

You make it sound like it’s a bad thing…

Countless messages followed.

It is. Because you are not here with me. And I’m not there with you. I… I didn’t want to leave you this morning. I wanted to stay. With you, y/n. I really wanted to stay.

You pinched yourself, unsure if this was real.

Ouch.

Definitely real.

I know I sound crazy. Maybe I am. But I have fallen for you. HARD. The last hours I’ve thought about how I can manage to come back to your city. Or how I could persuade you to come visit me in Seoul. I almost popped a blood vessel thinking of ways. What did you do to me?

You chuckled. Relief washed over you, since he felt the same way you did.

I keep replaying last night over and over. How mesmerizing it felt to look into your beautiful eyes. How amazing it felt to kiss you. How mind-blowing it felt to be inside you. Oh god and speaking of blowing. The way your juicy lips wrapped around my cock? I’m losing my mind here, y/n. I’ve jerked off twice and still I couldn’t fall asleep. Or stop thinking about you. I’m a simp now, aren’t I? Look what you turned me into.

You were in shock.

Hours ago, you thought he would abandon you and go on with his life but here he was, confessing his desire for you. Making it obvious that he wants to continue this and get to know you better.

Now is the time to get my hopes up, right?

Do you want me to fly over?

You felt brave asking, believing in your chance at love for once.

Already checking flights, babe.

A broad smile formed on your lips.

I can’t believe this.

He is serious, isn’t he?

I can’t wait to be with you, y/n. I really fucking mean it. And that scares me the most.

You understood him perfectly, especially since the connection between you was so strong. This was nothing like you had ever encountered before. It scared you just as much, but you were willing to try.

Hey, uhm… Wanna be scared together?

[forthegothicheroine]

Henchwomen Through the Ages

The "ages" of comics are not hard and fast things, and even comic book historians argue where they begin and end. They're more like moods than time periods, and your standard game of Henchwoman RPG will probably be set in a vague time period that could be anywhere from the thirties to today with an overall Silver Age mood. Still, let's take a look at how the roll of the Henchwoman has evolved, shall we?

Goldie is a gun-toting, cigar-chomping bank robber in victory rolls and a bullet bra. She's not called a henchwoman- she's called "Look out, that broad has a grenade!" She's loyal to the boss despite his dumb penny gimmick, but if he ever finked on her in court, he wouldn't live to see the sunrise. There's no Henchwomen's Union for her to join yet, but she's provided muscle for plenty of mob-backed unions. Goldie can't afford to be soft on heroes since they'd be just as happy to throw her off a roof as to arrest her, but she might be wooed by an appeal to patriotism- she ain't no Nazi rat! Her hobbies include matinee shows, swing dancing, and blasting coppers.

Sylvia is a competitive surfer and was a cocktail waitress until they fired her for slapping too many customers. Thanks to the newly formed Henchwomen's Union, she's treated much better by her current job, which usually involves crashing parties to steal themed jewelry. She and the heroes she fights have an understanding- they'll never be rough with her, and she won't check up on them after putting them in a death trap to see if they've died. On her off hours, she can go dancing in the same outfit she worked in- a silver jumpsuit, gogo boots and a purely decorative motorcycle helmet.

Brawny is a member of the Sisterhood of Wicked Witches, and she fights for a cause- or rather, several causes. These range from the reasonable (Save the whales!) to the less reasonable (A free ray gun for every child!) The Henchwomen's Union is strong enough to get her good pay, so many of her problems are philosophical- is she a good guy or a bad guy, and what do good and bad even mean? Brawny has to be a bit more careful than she would have been ten years ago, since death may well stick- but that also means she might really kill a hero, at least for a while, and that's what matters!

Tenebra prefers to be called a Dark Muse, a member of a vampire circle dedicated to bringing art to life, painted in colors of blood. Her eyeliner is swirly and her gowns are velvet, and she wears them onstage in her sideline darkwave band. Tenebra arranges her crimes in accordance with pre-raphaelite imagery, with victims displayed in heartbreakingly beautiful and mythologically-influenced poses. Her boss may technically be the Queen of the Vampires, and she may have a card with the Henchwomen's Union, but her true loyalty is to art itself.

Ferra is a mercenary with a separate pouch for each type of bullet, and she has a lot of types of bullet. Her stilettos are tall but her hair is taller, and she can strike intimidating poses that would break a normal person's back. The Henchwomen's Union had its own back broken by the bosses, and is now more of informal underground thing, but it still hooks her up with real deal bad guys. She'll kill without a second thought for her boss, but she's only one bad day away from turning her gun on him. It might even happen accidentally, since he and the heroes dress exactly the same. Ferra somehow has a heavy metal soundtrack even when there's no music playing.

Ally got a degree in psychology but until she can afford grad school, she gigs as a henchwoman. Her bosses are sillicon valley dickheads, but the first one to offer her real benefits will have her loyalty for life. Thanks to the resurgence of the Henchwomen's Union, Ally gets to wear big stompy boots instead of high heels, but she still has to wear a big day-glo logo on her leather jacket that might as well be a target sign. Her hobbies include pop culture conventions, smoking weed and credit card fraud.

[myriadismx]

The other day I was watching a small documentary about the Amazons and how they kept their population numbers, and suddenly I had thoughts of Amazon Reader and Gargarean Bakugou.

Every spring, the all-female warrior Amazon tribe reunite with the all-male warrior Gargarean tribe for two months to reproduce, and they meet again 9 months later to claim their bunch of children of their respective sex.

The current and most fearsome Gargarean tribe leader, Bakugou, hasn't copulated with anyone in three years since the first two times he mated, he didn't knock anyone up, which was a huge blow to his ego and his reputation. However, he still goes with his men to the Amazon land to guide them since he's leader. His virility, his prodigious battle skills and the fact that his mother was a former Amazon queen attracts plenty of Amazons interested in bearing his daughters, but he refuses them even when they aggressively command him to give them his seed or leave the island.

When he storms off to the shore to get some privacy while his men have their merriment, he spots you, the newly crowned Amazon queen training by yourself under the moonlight, indifferent to the procreative activities of your sisters. He becomes fascinated with you, and decides if someone is to be the mother of his son, that'll be the strongest Amazon.

The reasoning behind your reluctance to engage with men stems from the loss of a lover you used to have. He was a kind and curious scholar that was stranded, and you kept hidden, until he was found by the other Amazons and killed on the spot before anyone could find out he was related to you. Ever since, you closed your heart and trained to be the strongest, so you wouldn't lose someone precious ever again.

When Bakugou attempts to seduce you with the offer of strong daughters, you scoff and promise to accept his advances only if he challenges and defeats you and all of your sisters by himself within one week, before you're most receptive to conceive. Most men give up when given this condition but not Bakugou. He smirks, holding you close and whispering in your ear to be prepared for him.

You try to give Bakugou an advantage and avoid looking at him fight, but this annoys him and he encourages you to watch every fight. Over the course of five days, the blonde Gargarean fights every single Amazon in the island with such efficiency that he also has time to woo the young queen. His intelligence, his proficiency in battle and his determination to have you impresses you, and look forward to fight him as well.

You're quite pent up when Bakugou almost completes his feat, and stands before you on his full battle attire. As expected, none of you go easy on the other, and both tribes watch your fight with excitement. To the Amazons, this fight between promised lovers is like a sacred dance to their gods before an important war. To the Gargareans, this show is nothing but the pinnacle of a fierce courtship, showing how much Bakugou respects and adores the woman he has chosen for himself.

Finally, after a scuffle that lasts a day and part of the night, both sides hold their breaths when their leaders pull off their final attacks on each other...

Then, you collapse because of a precise and swift strike followed by another that makes you fall to your knees before the man that points his spear at your throat, declaring him the winner.

Your injury incurs the rage of your sisters, but you stop them as Bakugou has won fair and square. Bakugou himself takes you back to your shelter and nurses your wounds. You expect him to bed you right away, but he actually decides to wait until you're up to it even if it takes another year, or many more. This one concession as well as his genuine care for your wellbeing warm your heart once again and you seduce him in turn.

It's the first time you've felt this loved, so intensely hot that you could die in a blink, and Bakugou shares your sentiment with the same passion. He relishes in the sound of your moans, encouraging him to brand you as his. During those moments, you forget your roles as rulers and are just a man and a woman loving each other.

Both of you know you're meant to part eventually, but from the moment he enters you, there's no way anyone else can replace the other in your hearts. You fear losing Bakugou and with him, your mind. But the promise of a daughter borne from that liaison is your only consolation. A son wouldn't be loved any less, but would leave you behind as well.

He returns to his own turf with satisfaction in his face, pride in his chest and scratches on his back. You stay behind with bites on your skin, a longing heart, and the fruit of your love in your belly.

By the end of the year, the Gargareans return to pick up the male children they've sired. Bakugou doesn't show it, but he's eager to see you and hopefully find you're still carrying. He was unable to sleep for many nights, a primal excitement running through his veins at the thought of you, swollen with his child. He contemplates taking you back with him and run off to start a tribe of your own without stupid rules that'll keep you apart.

Some of his men happily welcome their newborn sons for the first time, like Kaminari, or for the umpteenth time, like Kirishima. While others are frustrated when there's no babe or lover to greet them, becoming nothing but an afterthought. When Katsuki doesn't spot you, he fears what he felt when he made love to you was one-sided as well.

A soft coo behind him catches his attention. There you are, proudly holding in arms two babies with blonde hair like his: a girl, who is peacefully asleep, and a boy, who is still sucking from your breast. He softly strokes their little heads, and picks you up in arms to kiss you. He laughs at the realization that this is it. There's no turning back: he's willing to fight all the Amazons again to take you and your children back home with him.

[thebadgerclan]

Jealousy

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Jealousy is a heady thing

In the four years of your marriage, you never had reason to doubt Nikolai.  He was faithful, loving, adoring to a fault, always making it explicitly clear that he was yours and yours alone.  And you were his, and you were happy.  However, you were not only Nikolai’s wife, but the Queen of Ravka, and such a position came with more than a few smitten admirers.

Letters arrived at the Grand Palace daily, which were opened, read, and sorted by palace staff.  It wasn’t unusual for upwards of 20 letters a week to arrive for you, most of which were declarations of love, sonnets of your beauty, pleas for you to abandon your husband and marry them.  You found them humorous, but they sparked Nikolai’s jealousy.  Letters were one thing, an abstract thing, easily tucked away, but when his courtiers, his advisors, and even foreign dignitaries expressed their desire for you, the King thought he could explode.

Nikolai knew that you were faithful, but he was a man: a man who loved and adored his wife more than anything else, and a man who was very protective of you.  Of course, the King of Ravka attracted admirers as well; “An occupational hazard, my dear,” your husband said, but that didn’t mean either of you had to like it.

Now, you knew exactly how Nikolai felt when an advisor made eyes at you or a courtier presented a poem of your beauty.  You were attending a state dinner held by the Shu, and as soon as the two of you had entered the ballroom, Nikolai was swarmed by all of the unwed Taban sisters and several of their ladies.  As you’d stood in the entryway, waiting to be announced, your husband had taken your hand and pressed a lingering kiss to it.

“You are divine, my Y/N,” he praised.  “The most beautiful woman to walk the earth.”  You’d chosen a gown of deep purple, your skirts flaring out in a ballgown shape, the fabric light and gauzy.  An amethyst necklace hung in the divot of your collarbones, matching gems hanging from your ears.  Your hair was twisted into an updo, and the tiara perched there matched the precious gems on your neck and ears.  When you were announced and entered, all eyes in the room turned to you and Nikolai, mutters in several languages filling the room.

But it was soon after that your husband was flocked by simpering women, all of whom clearly desired the man at your side.  Nikolai kept you on his arm, positioning his left hand just so to show off his wedding band, but the Shu ladies seemed to pay it no mind.  “Oh, Your Majesty,” one of the Taban princesses, Yenye, you thought, cooed in Ravkan.  “You simply must stay here for a few days.  Perhaps to receive a tour of the capital?”

Her attempt at flirting was shameless, and you fought to avoid rolling your eyes.  But your husband simply smiled.  “I would love to, Your Highness, but I’m afraid I must return home.  My wife and I have much to attend to.”  Nikolai had deliberately referred to you as his wife, but the women before him were not cowed.  They continued to compliment the King: how intelligent he was, how brave he was, how handsome the Ravkan men were, all of which had your temper boiling.

At one point, Princess Kheru dropped her fan, and when she bent to retrieve it, gave your husband a rather opportune look at her bosom.  Nikolai pointedly averted his eyes, squeezing your hand as he did.  This song and dance went on for quite a while, but it was a whispered phrase in Shu from one of the princesses ladies that made you snap.  “It’s a good thing that marriage is not sacred to the Shu…”

You pulled yourself upright, forcing every bit of regality and poise into your voice when you said, “But marriage is sacred to the Ravkans, and you will have no success in your pitiful attempts to woo my husband,” in perfectly accented Shu.  The lady went ashen, and she bowed her head.  “Your Majesty, I did not know you spoke Shu.”  “I do,” you said, voice clipped.  “Ravka, Shu, Fjerdan, Kerch, Zemini, but that isn’t the point.  I understand the difference in our cultures concerning the sanctity of marriage, but allow me to make myself clear:

“I will not tolerate any advances towards my husband.  He is devoted to me, as I am devoted to him, and if you think your pathetic attempts at flirtation could make him stray, then you are delusional.”  The princesses and their ladies stood shocked, all staring at Nikolai, who merely shrugged.  “My Queen, as usual, is correct.  I’m flattered, ladies, but I only have eyes for my beloved.  Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

Your husband steered you from the ballroom, ignoring the questioning looks you received.  When you were clear of the opulent chamber, you took Nikolai’s hand and dragged him back to the rooms you’d been given.  Your husband followed you with surprised delight, which only increased when you entered your room, shut the door, pressed him against said door, and kissed him hungrily.

Nikolai was all too happy to let you kiss him and tug at his jacket until it was unfastened, but when you broke the kiss to press your lips over his neck, he smirked.  “All Saints, you’re jealous, aren’t you, Y/N?”  You didn’t answer, only pushed your husband’s jacket from his shoulders.  “Sweetheart, look at me.”  Something in his voice compelled you to lift your head, and you saw your husband gazing at you with infinite love and affection.

“I am yours, Y/N, I always have been, and I always will be.”  “I hated seeing them look at you like that,” you admitted.  “Like you were…theirs for the taking.”  “I know, lapushka, I’m no one’s but yours.  But perhaps you know what it’s like having all those men back home looking at you that way.”  You nodded, feeling your jealousy and rage cool.  “I suppose.”  Your husband lifted your chin gently, his eyes locking with yours.

“I love you, Y/N, and only you.”  “I love you too, Nikolai.  I’m yours.”  Your husband kissed you again, this kiss sweeter, more tender, but just as deeply and passionately.  “We should get back to the dinner,” Nikolai said, pulling his jacket back on and fastening it.  “How do I look?”  “Perfectly rugged,” you replied, and your husband pecked your cheek.  When you returned to the ballroom, no one mentioned what had occurred between the Queen of Ravka and the Shu princesses, nor did they mention that said Queen appeared to have been thoroughly kissed.

[ladycloudless]

Welp here we have An Lian family ✨

First up is his mother Queen Merry Breeze

Queen Merry Breeze, was once a celestial but chose to leave the celestial realm as her love and curiosity of the mortal realm grew. Especially once she learn that she had distinct family who dwell in a large village. She went and lived in the village, where she gain her most trusted servant Dr.Liang; who had been serving the family for generations and now they were serving her. There she earned the title "Queen" as the villagers grew to love Merry Breeze for her resourcefulness, tips in trading and that she kept the village safe from the threats around them.

Fun facts: Is the older sister of Princess Iron Fan, gain her immortality by the immortal peaches and is overprotective of her children. Has a dislike towards Azure, cause that guy flirted with her husband.

Next up the father Shui

Shui, a water demon born from water, who was found by some celestial maidens as a baby and taken to the celestial realm where he was raised by whom he dubbed his sisters. He received education that the celestial realm had, he would be told to study the art form of fighting, but he was drawn to art form of dancing and he skip out on his studies to watch the dancers practice. Often practicing the dances on his own time. Once others found out about this, they did scold him before Shui showed off his skill and low and behold, they could only describe his dancing as elegance, his movements flowing like water, smooth, graceful, as if he had been dancing his whole life. He was granted to be a celestial dancer, becoming one of the best ones.

Fun facts: He's judgemental on those that have intent on becoming friends with his family. The necklace he wears keeps him from turning into his water monster form out of anger and such. Has a glamour over his ears. To say many people have tried to woo him is an understatement

Up next the triplets!

Minyi the oldest by 3 minutes, Suyi the 2nd oldest by 2 minutes and then Yanyi the youngest.

Fun facts: They're 8 years old, Dr.Liang is their caretaker, they knew of their brother, but never met him until they meet him after the events of season 4. They haven't met QMB sister family yet and they have only seen PIF once. The sisters love playing a lot henceforth they're very energetic and friendly. Little gremlins at night-

And last but certainly not least Dr. Liang!

They been serving the family for generations and been the closest friend to them. Though once QMB came into the picture, they became loyal to her as she eventually became the leader or what the villagers called her "Queen". He found this generation to be his favorite and they loved being the caretaker for QMB and Shui children.

Fun fact: They're 6'9, quite strong, they're an ex mercenary, he was the messenger for the love letters between Shui and QMB, he's been the family doctor for generations, only became the caretaker of the kids for QMB and Shui. He questions the family taste in partners sometimes though, having been a bit skeptical of Shui at first before eventually accepting it. They have patches of missing fur.

take this nice drawing of Shui ✨

[twistedroseytoesy]

Dumb ways to die twst edition

Exactly as the title says. A parody based off of the many many shenanigans the twst gang goes through. Not exactly deaths for many of them but it’s still fun.

Wrote this for myself to take a small break from asks hopefully that's ok with y'all. also needed to hop on the inspiration while it lasted. you all know the song.

Warning: there is some book 6 spoilers!! no book 7 stuff though. Also mentions of death and some body horror.

Grim flinging fire at the ceremony: set fire to the place mc in ramshackle: avoid death from a ghostly embrace Ace moments before disaster: eat a tart and you got seen Riddle's overblot incident: Get collared and fight an overbloted queen!

Grim on fire: Dumb ways to die Ghost mc: So many dumb ways to die Ace holding his decapitated head: Dumb ways to die-ie-ie Deuce with blot spears through his front: So many dumb ways to die

The group chasing after Ruggie: Get involved in a hyenas work Leona sending his goons to fight the group: mess with a prideful jerk Leona’s overblot incident : almost get turned into sand Mc facepalming at the trio with anemones on their heads: don't shake that shady octo mers hand!

Riddle in a full body cast: Dumb ways to die Jack covered in cuts and bruises: So many dumb ways to die Ruggie as a pile of sand: Dumb ways to die-ie-ie Ace covered in bite marks: So many dumb ways to die

Azuls overblot incident: fight an octomer and drown Mc behind a barred window: get locked up in a desert town The octatrio+mc and kalim flying to the edge of the desert: Get flung away to another place Jamils overblot incident: fight a snake guy with a crazy face

Deuce looking anemone creature: Dumb ways to die Skeleton mc: So many dumb ways to die Kalim frozen and blue: Dumb ways to die-ie-ie Azul with hypnotized eyes: So many dumb ways to die

Ace and deuce on the ground paralyzed: get poisoned in the night Dancing practice for the SDC: dance with all of your might Vil’s overblot incident: fight some blot ful of jealous rage Ortho causing chaos on the island: be careful with the phantoms in that cage!

Zombie looking epel: Dumb ways to die Jamil exhausted: So many dumb ways to die Rook half dissolved: Dumb ways to die-ie-ie Old withered vil: So many dumb ways to die

Bean blaster pointed right at the camera: fight eachother for a harp during bean fest. Ghosts going after the students collecting mirror shards: get chased down and captured by a ghostly guest Magicam monsters causing chaos: deal with people messing up your horror Vargas chasing down the students: get chased by a beast when you're out camping The guys getting slapped by Eliza: flirt with a ghost and try to woo her

Mc shaking their head as they stand next to a mirror with Mickey in it: They may not make sense but they're quite possibly Azul covered in gullet holes: Dumbest ways to die Possessed students: the dumbest ways to die magic cam monster wrapped up in mummy stuff: Dumbest ways to die-ie-ie-ie~ The first years: So many dumb Mc and grim pointing at Crowley: So many dumb ways to die

[two-white-butterflies]

yellow rose : two

Chapter Two: Older Women Know Best Description: Queen Alicent strikes a match between her cousin, and her son. Believing that The Tyrells were nothing but roses, completely disregarding the Thorns in their sigil. In where, Delancey Tyrell rises and becomes The Mistress of Whispers. masterlist

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A SCOWL WAS PERMANENTLY ETCHED UNTO Cordelia Tyrell's face. Her daughter was offered a marriage with a Targaryen second-son — an all hopes of her becoming Queen was quickly diminished.

"Why are you so disappointed?" Delancey follows along her mother as they jogged towards their room. Her mother was an ambitious woman, one who used faith as a way to control the public.

"All that boy has is a dragon — we should've never arrived here! We should've accepted that northern lord's offer!" she regretted as Lord Mace rolls his eyes. "Lord Cregan? That man is ancient, and our daughter would be his fourth wife!" he argued.

They all knew nothing about the northern lord, as he was solitary. Actually, no man in the south knew what he or his shadow looked like. At least with Aemond, there was a certainty that he was real.

"And our daughter would be Lady of Winterfell!" Cordelia opposed as her husband pressed a hand to his head. His wife, wasn't easy to please — and she took great insult upon everything.

They halted in front of their door, as another sigh escapes from Lord Tyrell's lips. "An alliance between the Targaryens and the Tyrells would benefit us. I see no need for this argument, Cordelia." he complained as he opened the door.

Allowing himself to gaze upon his daughter once more. She wouldn't be happy in Winterfell — it was cold, and lonely there. Delancey was much more suited for the south.

DELANCEY'S HANDS DANCED UPON THE BOOKS OF THE LIBRARY, her eyes reading its titles. That was the only upside of remaining in The Capital, there was always a large supply of books and scrolls written by the Maesters and scholars.

She likes the smell of books, and it's damp parchment. This could be her joy, for now. A person clears his throat from behind her, as she turns around slowly.

There stood Aemond Targaryen in all his glory, wearing the colors of Oldtown — dark green, and proudly smirking. "My prince," she greets as she looks back at the books in her hands. The young prince was 5-years-younger than her, and she's met numerous men like him.

They all want for something they cannot have. They were engaged, yes, but her love would never be for him. Well, not yet.

"I was not aware that you fancied libraries," he leaned cooly on the shelves as she bit back a chuckle. He was acting like a fool, like a little boy who wanted an older girl to love him back.

"Are you suggesting that I am unable to read?" she grilled as his face slightly softened, a wave of embarrassment flushing from his body. She chuckles once, allowing him to hear her melodious voice.

"I-I, of course not." he defended himself as she moved past him, allowing him to inhale her scent. And he wondered if the roses in Highgarden smelled as good as her.

He walks towards her, as she gently placed the books down at her claimed table. She sits down quietly, almost as nimble as a cat. The servants stare at their direction, as Aemond tries his best to woo her.

"May I sit down?" he questions with a charming smile, "No, you may not." she answers not even offering him a glance. In her eyes, she was a little boy — not even half of her wisdom.

Seeing his face, she couldn't help but wonder why they were engaged. But he ignores her and sits down instead, staring at her like a lovesick fool. "Efforts to distract me will go to waste, my prince." she states as she gives him a side-glance.

Praying to The Seven that he would leave.

"It would not go to waste, if you speak to me." he flattered and she rolls her eyes. Paying her attention towards the book in front of her. "Desperate times do call for desperate measures," she mutters as she gathers her book and stands up.

"But I value my time, so I choose to leave." she bids goodbye. Turning around and walking out of the library. Leaving the one-eyed-prince, sitting there unfazed.

Of course, The Rose of Highgarden would pay him no attention. Pretty girls never do. It was foolish of him to think otherwise.

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[thequibblah]

Congrats on the milestone !! Maybe something from To wed and woo for the snippet ? 👀

for u ? hot off the presses

There is a feast to welcome her that night. Given her role in the proceedings Lily should rightly be at the king's table, beside her future husband — her mind skips, like a skittish colt, over this thought — or amongst the swirling dancers. But there are consequences to having been plucked from an isolated country manor and dropped in the middle of court. The dances are unfamiliar; she knew by the way Mary had sucked in a breath while helping her dress that her clothing is out of fashion too.

She has so much to learn. She's sore all over from the journey and her feet ache in her slippers and her head pounds from the weight of her hood but she can't afford to focus on any of that. She has too much to learn.

"The women," she prompts Mary in a low voice.

They are taking a turn beyond the perimeter of the dancers, occasionally making a show of greeting courtiers. Their faces slide out of Lily's memory like warm butter, as desperately as she tries to keep hold of them.

"If any of the ladies wish they were queen in your stead, they know better than to show it so easily," Mary replies, her dark eyes scanning the court restlessly. "Save Lady Yaxley, because her family is too well entrenched for her to fear how it looks."

Lily swallows a wry smile; would that she knew such confidence. "Her father..."

"Lord Yaxley has sat on the council for as long as she's been alive." There's a quiet rebuke in Mary's gaze. "As long as any of us have been."

"Oh. Right. I'll remember now," she assures her lady-in-waiting, swallowing a flash of defensiveness. Mary is right. She shouldn't have needed to ask. "Might she have? Been queen?"

They pause to greet a woman and her young daughters. Both girls have such bright, awed expressions, as if they cannot believe they are allowed to be here so late, amongst all the activity, face to face with a strange new queen. Lily wonders what she looks like to them.

"I doubt it," says Mary once they're out of earshot. "But..."

"But?"

She doesn't answer. She's watching the dancers, where the king has finally been coaxed to join a lively number by a small, dark-skinned woman Lily has already met.

"Lady Meadowes," Lily murmurs, hardly daring to let the name shape her lips.

"She doesn't want him," Mary says. "Neither for position, nor for love."

A frown. "How can you be sure?"

That is not to say that they look like lovers. They look like old friends. There is a comfort to the king now that he does not have around her — though she cannot fault either him or Lady Dorcas for that, given that she, Lily, has known him less than a day. Again her exhaustion gives way to utter helplessness. She has so much to learn.

"She's quite open about it," replies Mary blithely. "I would suspect she protests too much, but — she is popular at court, her family is well-liked, and she has known the king for years. If she wanted to marry him, she would be married to him."

"And so...?"

"She may bear you no ill will. But others may on her behalf."

She considers this in silence. Lady Dorcas was unfailingly polite to her earlier in the day; it might do to be wary of her still, for a time, but Mary's is a point well made. Lily thinks she can safely say this is one of her lady companions who is unlikely to despise her.

"Only a half-dozen more to survive," she sighs.

[rosietrace]

Melodic Misconceptions 🎹

Track 16: Young & beautiful 4/4

Synopsis: Victoria Shard was a former member of the popular idol group [ Poisoner ] from NRC corporations. After discourse with her group leader, Victoria decided it was best for her to leave and pursue her solo career in a record label run by her parents.

It had been half a year since her separation from her old group, and Victoria had never been more successful. But now she has a new problem. She must return to NRC corporations in order to mentor the seven idol groups.

Ellis Clawthorne is a member of [ (Co)-connect ] the most recent group under NRC'S belt. With no experience as an idol, Ellis must persevere in order to succeed and pursue her dreams.

Will both girls be able to adapt to their current situations?

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Author's note: So.... A little note, updates might take a little longer since I've got school now 😭 I'll do my best to update regularly with the time I'm given to write and edit these tracks-

On the other hand, woo! The young and beautiful arc of 'Queen of nothing' has concluded! ^^ I'll do my best to write the rest of the plot current plot to fit the name of the album.

Anyways, I don't really have anything else to ask but uh- Reblogs definitely help and- I hope you don't mind reblogging-

But other than that, enjoy!

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"It's a shame that everything's gonna end soon…."

Feeling a little confused, Juvia turned to Ellis with a concerned face."What do you mean?"

Ellis sighed, munching on her sugar cookie before she responded."The music video thing…. I think I got too used to the routine of getting ready for the music video. Once it's over, we're returning to NRC Corp…" though she felt saddened, it was still a little difficult for Juvia to take Ellis fully seriously while she was pouting.

Letting out a breath, Juvia sat next to Ellis and put her hand over hers."I know, and I understand, but… It kinda had to end eventually." Juvia sucked in a breath, hoping she didn't upset Ellis even more.

And yet, Ellis huffed and gave her friend a tired smile."I guess…." She said, finishing the last bits of her sugar cookie and wiping off the crumbs from her dress.

"But to change topics, remember that post Zen made about… You-know-who?"

Juvia furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused.

"What do you mean- Ohhh….. HIM." Ellis giggled while watching Juvia suddenly realize who she was referring to.

"I mean, yeah, but what about it?"

This time it was Ellis who sucked in a breath."Do you think….. He, you know…." She hesitantly trailed off of her sentence and began to make gestures with her hands.

"Er…. Ellis, I don't know what you're trying to imply-"

"Oh- Well I was gonna ask, do you think he likes Victoria-"

"HUH??"

Juvia's eyes widened and her mouth fell agape at Ellis's question. The latter had to scratch the back of their head and raise their hands in defense.

"LISTEN-"

"Why would you think that??"

"You never know!"

"Ellis, he's only known Victoria for a couple of weeks-"

"Juvia. The chemistry is THERE. And it doesn't take long for anyone to start pining for our mentor."

Juvia's eyebrows furrow again, but this time in subtle bewilderment at Ellis's assumption.

Ellis shrugged, still contemptuous about the assumption that Aguri likely began falling for their mentor.

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The minute the director yelled the word "Action!" Victoria and Aguri put on their best poker faces to maintain the everlasting tension between one another.

It felt so unnatural yet so mesmerizing to see Aguri dance with Victoria up the stairs while the camera followed their movements.

Miren watched behind the cameras with everyone else, his eyes softening while watching the two of them in awe."Would you look at that…" he managed to murmur after it had been pure silence since filming began.

Zen chuckled."Mesmerizing, ain't it?..." He said to Miren, watching his best friend continuously dance.

Their dancing came to a halt as Aguri stopped her and trapped her with his arms against the railing behind her.

As the final lines of the song were coming to a close, Aguri leaned in, feeling his breathing against Victoria's.

And just as her breath hitched as he leaned a little closer, eyes wide,

"And…. Cut! That's a wrap!"

It was over.

Realizing the level of proximity he had with her, Aguri stepped back with wide eyes, equally as embarrassed as Victoria.

As for the latter, she was even more shocked. Did he…

…. Did he just try to kiss me?

That was what she thought. And she had that thought running through her mind as soon as Vil declared that there was going to be an after-party to celebrate after they edit and upload the music video.

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Aguri groaned.

It was currently the after-party of the music video and they had rented one of the largest first-class hotels to celebrate. As happy as almost everyone was, Aguri felt awkward.

Why? Because of what had happened between him and Victoria during that final scene.

It wasn't obvious to many, but he leaned closer than what was scripted. And he was close enough to have the tips of their upper lips against each other.

He felt embarrassed. Ashamed, even. He couldn't look Victoria in the face after what had happened between them during that.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah- Vil…. You gave me a little scare." Aguri brushed off his shock almost flawlessly. Vil sighed and walked up to him, giving him a glass of red wine before he drank his glass of water.

After swallowing the last bits of his water, Vil turned to Aguri, who hadn't touched a sliver of his wine."Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.

Aguri snickered, faking an expression filled with amusement at Vil's concern for him."Trust me, Vil, I'm fine." He assured, patting his friend on the back.

Vil pursed his lips and clicked his tongue."You better be. I don't exactly like it when you lie to me, Aguri." He sent him a scowl before walking out the balcony, and back into the sixth-floor lobby.

Ah. Right. Aguri almost forgot he was distancing himself from Vil after he spoke with him, days before.

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[ Flashback ]

"Why did you call her that?"

"Call her what?"

Aguri took a sip of his coffee."You know, you should probably drink your coffee before hair and makeup show up-"

"Don't change the subject. Just- Answer my question." Vil interrupted, hesitating to continue mid-sentence.

Aguri rolled his eyes and leaned against the table."There's nothing wrong with calling her 'princess', Vil. It isn't going to imply anything." He put his cup down and crossed his arms.

Vil huffed."But it WILL imply something if you start calling her that in public." Aguri didn't like that he emphasized the word 'will'. And in general, he didn't want to argue with his friend at the moment.

"Vil-"

"Tell me, Aguri."

He fell silent and almost hesitated to reply.

".... What?"

"What feelings do you have for her?"

He knew he was talking about Victoria, he couldn't help but frown."What the hell are you talking about, Vil?" He asked him a question in response.

And that irked Vil a little.

".... You're in love with her."

Aguri coughed, surprised that Vil would assume such a thing."What- Vil what the hell?? I've only known her for a couple of weeks, how could I possibly be in love with her???"

Vil crossed his arms, sending his friend a scowl."Don't lie to me, Aguri."

Aguri clenched his jaw, as well as his fists."I'm not!" He shouted, feeling his nostrils flare.

Scoffing, Vil was about to walk out of the room before saying one more thing. Something that would be on the back of his friend's mind since then.

"I don't like that you're lying to me, Aguri."

[ End of Flashback ]

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Thinking back on that memory only made Aguri feel even more awkward. If not depressed.

It wasn't like his entire career was based on his relationship with Vil. It was only like that in the beginning. Now, it didn't matter if his relationship with Vil was positive or not.

How the hell am I supposed to- His thoughts were interrupted.

"I noticed Vil left here. I'm guessing you didn't have a pleasant conversation?"

The second he realized it was Victoria, Aguri didn't hesitate to chug down his glass of wine, spilling a bit of it on his white blouse.

Victoria watched in disgust, scrunching her nose as she walked over to him and handed him a handkerchief from her purse.

He took it, even if he was hesitant to do so.

"So… You sure you aren't gonna get drunk?"

Aguri snorted at her attempt at a joke and watched the sky next to her. But he made sure that there was a considerable distance between them.

"I doubt that. I'm not much of a lightweight.."

"Is that so? How many drinks until you go black-out drunk?"

He stifled a laugh."Seven…" he answered, feeling his forearm get punched by Victoria in disapproval.

"How uncouth. I'm surprised you haven't had alcohol poisoning yet." She looked away from him.

Aguri smiled playfully."I don't drink all the time, princess." He replied, getting another scowl out of her.

Not long after was silence brought in.

Until Victoria decided to break it by speaking.

"You did well. Your acting is more impressive than I initially thought." Her words brought a softer, less playful smile to Aguri's face.

"Thanks… I'll give you another thanks for putting up with me." This time it was Victoria's turn to stifle her laughter. It was adorable to witness in his eyes.

"Well, it was hard to…" her head leaned against her hand as she glanced at Aguri with his apparent wine stains on his blouse.

And out of nowhere, silence had returned to seamlessly disrupt their conversation. And it lasted a little longer. About nine minutes, at most.

And this time it was Aguri who broke the silence, hoping it would finally stop interrupting them.

"Can I get your number?" He asked abruptly. And he successfully managed to get a shock out of Victoria, as she backed away with a stunned but otherwise cute expression on her face.

"What? Why?" She questioned, "Why would you ask for my number?"

Hell, even Aguri didn't know the answer to that. And he simply shrugged."Just because. Kinda wanted to mess with Vil a little by getting to know you a little more…"

He didn't even know if that was a lie or not. If anything, Aguri couldn't tell what was true or false. Even if the words came from himself.

Although she hesitated, Victoria took hold of Aguri's phone and began typing. He felt his jaw drop a little, is she gonna give him her number?

After a couple of seconds of waiting, she handed him his phone."There. Now my number is there." She stated firmly.

Waiting in silence, Victoria now felt a little awkward. Did- Did I do something-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a low chuckle. That transitioned into stifling laughter.

"Hahaha… Thanks, princess."

Victoria frowned, rolling her eyes and looking away from him.

"Don't take it lightly."

"Pffft- Don't worry, I won't."

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[snifflesthemouse]

So now we know what happened... re the Trip to the Hague, the informal stop in to the Queen.

TLDR: Harry needed to ensure his cash cow, so he wanted to try and woo his Gan gan into letting him monetize their relationship.

In other words, Harry literally waited last minute to try to force his way into the balcony shots. He waited last minute so that they had less time to premeditate their strategy.

You see, the more time you give a target or mark to think, the less time you have to con them or get what you want from them. Had he asked Granny months ago, taking the long con, it would've faired out much better. The Queen refusing them, forcing them to see his father and Camilla first, and refusing them the balcony, essentially ended the dance.

She ensured her links to them were no longer worth exploring. She showed him, in one simple word, that she would not participate in being conned. That is the only way to ever win against a con artist, btw.

The only real way to get away from a con is to name the con and then refuse it. Con artists will not waste time on people they cannot influence.

Which could explain, as well, why the Queen will become a bigger liability to the couple. Before she was their only golden ticket link. She has removed herself from that now. She has drawn the line, and they showed us all they won't cross it.

You know how this author knows they will not cross the line with the Queen?

Because they waited until AFTER the celebrations to drop those Lili pictures.

SO, this author was wrong about Harry being summoned. The Queen agreed to that meeting. And she swerved so hard on their intentions, they never got to even really ask her in person regarding the balcony until the weekend of the celebrations.

When Harry lied to his grandma and tricked her into thinking the meeting was an olive branch, the Queen knew better. She's older and wiser than all of us together. She was able to see objectively for what they were; needing her for their own benefit. She's no green tree. She is a solid live oak.

That "No" must be why they left early then. Why stay if there is no benefit?

ALWAYS REMEMBER A CON ARTIST WILL GIVE NO MORE TIME TO SOMETHING THAN ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.

Who was it who said "if you can't give it five years, don't give it five minutes"? How funny...

Con artists see time as more precious than anything. Time is literally money. If the Queen was giving them nothing they wanted, and they could only benefit from going nuclear, the next best option is move on.

Think about it. We've all known that one person who will pressure us into something, but as soon as we clearly say "NO" they immediately move on.

They literally made a decision in their minds when they were in the UK that they were better off going home instead of being unseen. Why?

BECAUSE LEAVING EARLY IMPLIES THE RIFT IS WIDENING. It's a dog whistle. It's saying, pay attention because here it comes!

They make money off of this now. This is their bread and butter. This is their reality TV paycheck. But instead of a weekly episode where we hash out the past seven days, we are getting a slow-drip IV bag on repeat. They're trying to tell us the good stuff is coming any minute, but we all know that it's just saline in the bag again.

My point is this... I was wrong about them being summoned. She didn't have to summon anyone, as they were thirsty enough to be knocking the door down.

The Queen is a master at allowing people to talk or turn themselves inside out. She's been running with every world leader since WWII. This is why she doesn't acknowledge their banter or the public's outcries. She knows how this goes. She will always be Queen, and they will always be quitters.

She's been trying to tell us all for the last several years now how she would prefer the world to treat H and M... The same way she treats them. She'll wave to them from the castle windows as they drive off in a Range Rover, but she won't rub elbows with them on the balcony.

The Queen told the whole world that Megs and Haz weren't Balcony people anymore with one word.

She showed the whole world they were second-row royalty with one seating chart.

Tom, I can't wait to read your book!

Link for the above screenshots:

[exploding-fountain]

the Ultimate Intro to Twice masterlist

Title tracks

Perfect World (girl crush)

Cry For Me (dark/sensual)

I Can't Stop Me (elegant)

Like Ooh-Ahh (teen crush)

Fancy (bubblegum)

Best live performances

Cry For Me

I Can't Stop Me

Taemin's Move (Momo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung)

Hello (Momo, Nayeon, Chaeyoung)

Pop! (Nayeon)

Sunmi's Gashina (Nayeon, Momo, Mina, Chaeyoung)

Vocal stages

Queen of Hearts

Alcohol-Free

CACTUS (Twice minus Jeongyeon)

Greedy (Jihyo, Nayeon, Momo, Chaeyoung)

Dance stages

Dangerous Love (Momo, Mina)

Bloodline (Momo, Tzuyu, Chaeyoung)

rhythmic gymnastics (Mina)

Crown (Jihyo)

Tadow & Bad (Momo)

Song playlists (title tracks and b-sides)

Bubblegum: Fancy, Feel Special, Cheer Up, What Is Love?, Yes or Yes, The Feels, Talk that Talk, Likey, TT, Signal, Dance The Night Away, BDZ, Heartshaker, Knock Knock, Pop! (Nayeon), Scientist, Candy Pop, One More Time

Teen crush/groovy: Like Ooh-Ahh, Turn It Up, Hot, Trouble, Queen, Shot Clock, Good at Love, Basics, Breakthrough, Go Hard, Scandal, Firework, Flow like waves, Oxygen, Make Me Go, Up No More, Fake & True, Set Me Free, Got The Thrills, Better, Good at Love, Killin’ Me Good (Jihyo)

Chill: Brave, Flow like waves, Sandcastle, Say Something, Cruel, F.I.L.A (Fall In Love Again), Crazy Stupid Love, Wallflower, Girls Like Us

Elegant/classy/dark/sexy: Cry For Me, I Can't Stop Me, Last Waltz, Alcohol-Free, Espresso, Bring It Back, Gone, Love Foolish, Hell In Heaven, Closer (Jihyo)

Girl crush/loud bangers: Perfect World, Fanfare, Hello, Voices of Delight, Queen of Hearts, Icon, Kura Kura, Nightmare (Jihyo)

Sad/soft songs: Cactus, When We Were Kids, Best Thing I Ever Did, Melting, Wishing, Say Yes, Stay By My Side, Jaljayo Good Night, Stuck, Doughnut, Like A Fool, Be As One, One In A Million, 21:29, Someone Like Me, Ice Cream, That's all I'm saying, Sunset (Nayeon), Stardust love song (Jihyo)

(playlists tend to blend into each other. For example Like Ooh-Ahh could be bubblegum, Love Foolish could be groovy, Kura Kura could be elegant, Cry For Me could be girl crush).

Variety/Youtube/vlive content

Twice "doing" the Stray Kids Circus spin

MC Dahyun. More MC Dahyun. Dahyun and the baby fan. Dahyun finding cameras. Baby Dahyun. Babiest Dahyun.

Nayeon and Chaeyoung on Lee Young Ji's show

Mina Minecraft

Sana and her 8 introvert friends. Sana vs Stray Kids Bangchan awkwardness (unstoppable object meets unmovable force)

Baby Chaeyoung and Tzuyu

Twice eating ice

Undercover Nayeon in a chatroom of rookie idols (Nmixx Haewon, Billie Moon Sua, Kep1er Baiyyih, woo!ah Nana)

THE VIDEO THAT TWICE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO SEE!! (clickbait)

I'M GONNA BE A STAR (STAR) I'M GONNA BE I'M I'M GONNA BE I'M GONNA BE A STAR (STAR) I'M GONNA BE I'M I'M GONNA BE I'M GONNA BE A STAR (STAR) I'M GONNA BE I'M I'M GONNA BE I'M GONNA BE A STAR (STAR) I'M I'M GONNA BE I'M I'M GONNA BE–

The seven year one sided embarrassment of Seventeen's Seungkwan vs Momo

Jeongyeon and BTS Jimin beefing (/hj???)

[jminter]

Picks of the Week - May 3, 2023

Did those April Showers bring May Flowers? A line up of activities certainly bloomed in this picks of the week Musical:  Royal City Musical Theatre presents its 31st Season bringing the Gershwin comedy musical Crazy for You, starring Todd Talbot (Love it or List it-Vancouver) to the Massey Theatre from April 27 – May 14.

Todd Talbot in RCMT's Crazy For You Photo: Moonrider Productions, Mark Halliday Blooms: The Fraser Valley’s annual cavalcade of colour continues to bloom for the next few weeks, the 17th annual edition of the Chilliwack Tulip Festival covers acres of flowers Festival: Continuing until May 28th, Urban Ink and The Cultch welcome new works and past favourites to a free, all-digital TRANSFORM Cabaret Festival focuses on empowering Indigenous artists and encouraging collaboration with non-Indigenous artists. Legend: When an Elvis impersonator finds career troubles, he finds a new way to make ends meet, The Legend of Georgia McBride brings a banquet of fabulous outfits, fierce performances, and epic drag anthems to the Arts Club Stanley Industrial Alliance Stage until May 21st Opera: Closing out its 2022-23 season, Vancouver Opera brings Wagner’s epic opera, The Flying Dutchman with two more performances, May 4 and May 7, at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre. Improvise: The Improv Centre on Granville Island debuts its spring show, Bring Back The ‘90s!, on Fridays and Saturdays at 7:30pm until May 27 Femme: The Cultch’s continuing Femme Festival, features seven performances from women in music, theatre, dance, comedy, and circus, on its three stages with Body Parts and útszan (to make better) coming to the stage this week. Choir: Chor Leoni and its star ensemble The Leonids prepare for a busy month of music, beginning with its May 5th Schubertiad collaboration with Early Music Vancouver.  

The Leonids in The Turning (left to right):Eric Alatorre, Jacob Perry Jr., Steven Soph, Enrico Lagasca, Erick Lichte, Steven Caldicott Wilson, Dann Coakwell, Jonathan Woody, Andrew Fuchs, Sam Kreidenweis. Photo: David Cooper. Project: Pi Theatre, adds a touch of intrigue to its next production. Continuing its Provocateurs Series with the next presentation, Untitled Peter Tripp Project, running from May 4 - 6 at a secret location which will be announced to ticket holders days before the performance. Balls: Hoping to make it an unbeaten in 8 MLS matched, Whitecaps FC take the field at BC Place to host Minnesota United FC, Saturday at 7:30pm Futures: Until January 14, 2024, 25 years since the artist’s passing, the Bill Reid Gallery presents the Canadian premiere exhibition of Bright Futures, co-curated by Bill Reid Gallery Curator Beth Carter, Assistant Curator Aliya Boubard, and in consultation with Jordan Wilson (Musqueam).  Quintet: Saturday May 6th, New Westminster's Anvil Centre presents Huu Bac Quintet's, Mekong Waters, a skilful fusing of the traditional sounds of his Vietnamese and Chinese heritages with North-American jazz. Huu Bac Quartet at Anvil Centre Saturday May 6th. Photo: Johanna Katrina Comedy: Running to May 7, The Firehall Arts Centre and Savage Society present the remount of Taran Kootenhayoo’s White Noise, a comedy about two families who have dinner together for the first time during Truth and Reconciliation week. Exhibition: On display until June 11, Richmond Art Gallery, in partnership with the Richmond Public Library, presents A Small but Comfy House and Maybe a Dog the first major solo exhibition by Amy Ching-Yan Lam, guest curated by Su-Ying Lee, featuring sculptures made in collaboration with HaeAhn Woo Kwon, with objects from the collections of the Gallery and the neighbouring Richmond Public Library. Gallery: On display until May 14, Polygon Gallery presents As We Rise: Photography from the Black Atlantic Curated by Elliott Ramsey, the exhibition is organized by Aperture and features more than 100 photographs from the Wedge Collection — Canada’s largest privately owned collection committed to championing Black artists. Read the full article

[greyshadesofvoice]

CW MiMiC Mix

Why does everybody hate me? What am I Chris?

Guess they don't know about this ?

the beginning of my epic spit.

Start of my Cw bit.

Coming up with bars,

Detect clues like Mar's wit.

Ok I'll stop the sermon they hungry get to serving

aye,

May be poverty stricken, but my spirit rich.

I may not be a woman, but I'm a charmed one witch.

I may not be a Winchester ,but I'm a hunter bitch.

I'm saying I'm supernatural and I can flip it like a switch.

Cutting off my emotions when feeling too heavy.

turning like Stefan going ripper, hold that neck steady.

Draining every ounce of blood, are you dead already?

Dancing round in this red crimson is bloody merry.

Yeah,

Cry out for someone to save you, but Superman ain't around. It's a smallville.

He failed this city and its people as well.

Maybe call the Arrow. or that other hero.

Or maybe black lighting a canceled zero.

Stopped,

4 seasons short but I survived.

Runnin outta crisis, the fastest man alive.

That speed streak making girls weak.

in a flash running pass not even at my peak.

look into my eyes,

Compelling you to listen to me when I speak.

I'm an original with legacies. my lifes unique.

Over thousands of years old, a legend of tomorrow.

Traveled across the world in this time machine I borrowed.

Heck,

Read it in my vampire diary. check that Gossip Girl.

Tell all your Girlfriends down at Riverdale.

You'll catch me at Pop's been hanging there a lot.

Anyone that knows me knows that's the spot.

Woo,

when rhyming like this it's just practice not The Game.

Yet I'm killing these punch lines and references all the same.

Boom,

Make me the villain with my origin in gotham.

infamous for shooting Jim and Harvey dropped them.

Along with another 100 bodies ,I got them.

Stepping up to me will always give you the bloodiest outcome.

Yo,

I'm the alpha ,dom, but if you wanna be on top

That's supergirl.

Ride on top, then top me ,Jane ain't no virgin girl.

She loves giving brains. She's my-zombie.

She swallows it fast , changing her perso-nality.

Breaking necks brutality, killing causally, perpetrator of these fatalities. is the era of my Dynasty.

My Reign of destruction can't be compared.

My riches go beyond wealth and billionaires.

Still killing it in my suit and tie like Chuck Bass.

Only fresh and fit girls illuminate me, oh dat ass.

She's the top model, the kind you can't duplicate.

you shining the brightest baby, my star girl always up to the plate, up to Bat-woman.

You are a wonder woman , good thing I'm a player.

Can't settle on one girl in the world even Buffy the slayer.

Come here Sabrina let me work that magic on you.

Ditch that boy Harvey, your aunties here too.

Puting y'all to bed, make you the scream queens.

Girls let's make this a thing, a fucking routine.

Getting nothing but sex in this city.

Any girls are welcome as long as they're pretty.

Even when they are little liars.

just those lips are required.

Ha