#my finest masterpiece is my garden

[metamorphesque]

🌼 Monet planted the water lilies before he painted them. Monet organized his property at Giverny as though it were a huge painting. Thanks to a small army of gardeners, he diverted a river, planted water lilies, exotic flowers, weeping willows, bamboo trees, and willows. He seeded the pond and added enclosures with white chickens, ducks, and pheasants. Nature, recomposed by the artist, began to resemble his art. "My finest masterpiece," he later said, "is my garden." 🌼

#my finest masterpiece is my garden #claude monet #art #water lilies #nature #paintings #monet #impressionism #romantic academia #light academia

[nyimasu]

CONTENT WARNING! — eyes wide shut au, orgy, unprotected sex, voyeurism, pet names (love, sugar, baby), reader and geto have tattoos and you're a bit shy at first, praises, hair pulling, poly dynamics with gojo (what's new), lingerie kink, biting, secret pining, slight corruption kink, fingering, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, double penetration, all three of you get unhinged towards the end and break the orgy grandmaster's rules / WORD COUNT — 5.5k (pure brainrot)

ANYA'S CORNER — aesthetical hedonism to its finest, this work has been clearly inspired by stanley kubrick's last masterpiece, "eyes wide shut". also big shoutout to my love, @nagumoan for helping me throughout the various phases I had to come up with to finish this lmao love you dearly, loni!

P.S. : this fic is not proofread but I still hope you enjoy it! see you soon 🦋

REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED!

“What’s on your mind, Suguru?”

When you ask Suguru to do something different tonight, you realize your words backfire immediately because your dark-haired partner scoots closer to you on the sofa, his pupils dilating when you press a kiss to his lower lip. Then you wait for his response.

But the man is thinking so hard about your implicit request that his mind drifts away. Your sultry laugh brings him back to reality, though.

The man chuckles, amused by the hint of confusion in your question. "Nothing too wicked or extreme, my love. But what I have in mind for us might require you to get out of your comfort zone for a while. Are you still okay with it?"

You nod without hesitation, and your hand on his thigh brings Geto to smile, luring you closer to kiss you. Always so respectful and caring, your lover.

So, a couple of conceited phone calls from his part and a quick run to your wardrobe later, here you are, waiting in front of a wooden door to open to a villa— no, to a mansion probably built in the 19th century.

Tonight it’s shrouded in darkness and lush nuances of deep green, probably trees caressed by the capricious hand of the wind.

What a perfect night to find beauty and grace in you again, Geto thinks to himself. His eyes brim with mischief, his lips stretched in a smile under the white and golden mask he has on, while your gaze reflects the stardust coating the sky.

You are clothed in nothing more than a Venetian mask, a black coat, silvery high heels, and a set of lace lingerie your boyfriend is really fond of.

The aforementioned has your arm linked with his, and you both look at each other when the gates creak open.

Oblivious to his thoughts, you look up at him, and Suguru tilts his head towards the other masked couples before you.

“Let me introduce you to a whole new world. You haven’t seen anything like this before, not even in your wildest dreams. Come with me, love.”

Curious, you follow the rest of the guests and enter into the perfectly curated garden preceding the main body of the mansion, which soon welcomes you all with a cascade of candles covering every inch of the walls, starting from the corridor.  

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. I wouldn’t even think of putting you in harm’s way if I wasn’t sure you were going to be alright. You’re safe with me.”

You search for Geto’s eyes for reassurance, and he feels your gaze on him. He squeezes your hand oh-so lightly first, then stops right before you walk past the living room’s frame door.

The noise in the background doesn’t act as a distraction to either of you, so your partner simply shifts his grip from your arm to your lower back while he puts you at ease by saying:

“I know, of course. I’m not questioning that.” you reply right away, fidgeting with some of the rings of his dominant hand, the one wrapped around your waist.

Then you step forward to take in the smell of fresh flowers, tobacco, and other scents in the living room.  The staccato pace your heels set as you walk around to look at the candleholders scattered across the immense living room goes unnoticed, but not the swirls of ink on your body when the cloak slips to the side to reveal the tiniest sliver of skin.

“It’s just that this,” you punctuate the last word with a sigh, pointing at the opulence surrounding you. “I’m a bit intimidated by all of this. Everything screams expensive. I mean, look at these chandeliers! They’re magnificent, and I can bet my entire lingerie drawer that they're gold. Like, gold gold. Whoever owns the place is filthy rich.”

Now, that catches the attention of some of the guests, but you pass by them without noticing their stares on you. But your partner does, and he’s not the only one.

Your eyes are set on him only as you make your way back to Geto once more. Once you’re within reach, you feel his hand snaking up the cloak’s slit, and you giggle at the feeling of his feather-like touches on your thigh.

Do not get distracted, you reprimand yourself and gently take Suguru’s hand in yours to finish your sentence.

A muffled smirk follows your theory, probably because someone has made their presence known behind you. Alarmed, you turn and stare at the stranger. Somehow, the way they carry themselves is familiar to you, as if you’ve already met this person before.

And they’re tall.

Like, really tall.

On second thought, even their way of speaking sounds too much like the one used by another person you practically see every day.  

“Oh, sugar. Is this a legitimate bet? You know, I would love to have all your panties and bras in my bedroom. And to answer your question: yes, they’re gold gold. I’ve personally commissioned them to be made by the finest Italian craftsmen alive. They’re gorgeous, aren’t they?”

Before you can speak your mind, however, the masked person in front of you stops laughing after taking a look at your and Suguru’s intertwined hands; when they do, the stranger leans against the wall, an inch away from another candleholder. “Cuties.”

He only speaks that way with you and his closest friends.

Geto scoffs, his walk steady as he takes his place next to you. His arm links with yours again before shifting attention to the stranger.

Well, you two are not such strangers to them after all, because the lightness in your lover’s voice when he answers the stranger rings a bell.

“Do not change the subject, you freak. So, panties and bras, huh? You’ve never told me about this peculiarity of yours before. You want to wear, sniff, or jerk off with it?”

The masked one laughs again, this time while they clasp one hand around Geto’s forearm. It's big, all spidery fingers and gorgeous veins standing proud against their porcelain-like skin as the figure adjusts the cloak around their broad shoulders.

Girl, get a grip on yourself.

Shaking your head to push your horniness into a corner of your mind, you come to realize that you know them, and they seem to be quite intimate with you and Geto as well.

God, you have their name on the tip of your tongue, but it escapes you the moment you look at their attire. All your focus goes to their shiny patent leather shoes, and then up to their cloak.

Strangely enough, their robe is not pitch-black like yours. It's magenta-hued. And the mask? Oh, it’s almost as if it’s been dipped into liquid gold because the shimmer of it is just too bright and too real to be fake.

“Ah, Suguru. I would rather not say. A man keeps his secret stash of the finest food close to his chest. You of all people should know it, considering you keep the most delicious Zunda a breadth away from you.”

The stranger’s hood is down, and your eyes land on pure snow-white hair framed by the mask. But then, the person shifts closer to you and Suguru, and the lights shine on their entire figure. 

On their inhumane eyes.

Also, no one calls you “delicious Zunda” but him, a man with a terrible sweet tooth who happens to devour every single sweetery he finds in your house whenever he swings by to see his best friend.

No way.

Baffled, you sharply exhale and whisper: "You've got to be kidding me.”

The relationship between you and Geto is exclusive. Nevertheless, you both agreed to expand your horizons when the time and people involved felt right. And Suguru thinks tonight might be the night. Jealousy never pertained to him, especially when it comes to you.

You shove a hand under the person’s mask and lift it up by the chin. Behind the mask, there’s a pair of bright, light blue eyes staring right back at you, while plump lips curled in a shit-eating grin match Suguru’s hidden delight.

He let you take off his best friend’s mask because your lover knows that, deep down, you and the other man have some sexual tension you both need to work through.

You’ve never admitted it out loud, partially because you don’t want to hurt Suguru, but you’ve always found Gojo attractive, and the white-haired man has been doting on you ever since you and Geto started to date five years ago.

You’re so deeply in love with him —and he with you—that to have a stranger come between you is unthinkable. But a man Geto trusts with his life?

That’s another story.

He does feel, however, that the spark between you and his best friend is ready to ignite.

 “Gojo Satoru. I was hoping to spare myself the sight of your ugly face tonight; that’s why I asked Suguru to go out. But I didn’t think he would take me to your fucking place.”

Gojo stoops closer, his eyes boring holes in your face as he bends his knees to meet your fuming gaze. It brings him immense joy to see you in distress because of him, and you hate when either he or Geto get to your eye level. It makes you feel smaller, and you are already much shorter than them. Ugh.

If looks could kill, he’d be in a pool of blood at your feet by now.

My guests?

“Aw, is my little dove bothered by my presence? You didn’t tell her everything, did you, Suguru? Because if you did, she wouldn’t have come to us this easily. Well, enjoy your last moments of tranquillity while I help the rest of my guests get comfortable.”

The air whistles as Satoru puts on his mask again and walks towards the centre of the living room, his cloak floating behind him, akin to a king’s. And somewhat, he really is of royal blood, considering he’s one of the richest and most influential member of the Gojo clan.

Upon his arrival, the others wandering in the living room halt on the spot, and so does their chit-chat. The silence following Gojo’s entrance makes your blood evaporate.

What did you just walk yourself into?

“Before we start, I’d like to repeat some ground rules some of you may not be aware of.”

“Greetings, dear guests of mine. Thank you for coming to my abode. So, as you can see, I’ll be your grandmaster tonight.” he points at his golden mask and red cloak before continuing.

Contrary to your partner, modesty really isn’t Gojo’s strongest suit.

That last bit is directed at you, and you fight the instinct to give him the finger.

The snow-haired man raises a hand and puts down his thumb. “Rule number one: we never take off our masks. It’s mandatory, for it helps us conceal our identities. No one must try to pry out information about others. Whoever breaks this important rule will be kicked out.”

He’s going to drive you insane alongside Suguru, you can feel it in your bones. What are you saying? No need to fool yourself by feigning ignorance, at this point.

They always do.

Everyone nods to his words, and you roll your eyes, much to Geto’s amusement. Well, you have broken that rule, already.

“There’s no number limit of participants in the encounters, but I do warn you: I will be keeping an eye on each and every single one of you, so don’t do anything that will prevent the other parties involved to enjoy themselves. If you dare to do anything against your partners’ desires or act without explicit consent, you will be taken and kicked out.

His index finger is the second one to curl. “Rule number two: everyone keeps their cloaks on until I say so. As grandmaster of the evening, I have the right to decide whenever the fun begins,”

His eyes beam with unhidden delight under the golden mask, enhancing the ethereal hue, and they’re so breathtaking to look at that a few women close to him audibly gasp.

Have I been clear?”

A collective ‘yes’ follows the second rule, and you are beginning to understand this is not your normal Friday night. Once again, you look at Suguru, and he leans over you to hear you whisper,

“You brought me to an orgy.”

He sighs, ready to get you both out of here if he hears even the slightest amount of doubt in your voice. His voice is feeble when he asks: “Will you stay?”

You don’t respond right away, rather you rest your head against his shoulder as Gojo declares the third and final rule of the evening. He’s watching you and Geto like a hawk as his voice reaches everyone in the room, and the snarly remarks after he’s done confirms your hunch.

“Rule number three: as your grandmaster, I have the right to accept or deny your requests to partake in your liaisons. You cannot, however, refuse me. Especially you two.”

Your whole body freezes, and so does Suguru.

Gojo is pointing at you and your partner from across the room and, useless to say, many eyes are on the both of you as Satoru concludes his speech.

“The Sun Dragon and the Moon Lover are mine. No one will have them but me.”

Your spirit is on fire, enraged by Satoru’s claim, and when you finally answer Suguru, you work your jaw so hard that your muscles start to protest.

“I will stay. I want to smash his head against the wall. I hate him.”

Suguru kisses your hair. “You’re so bloodthirsty, my love, but no, you don’t hate him. In fact, I think you fancy him enough you might give yourself up to him tonight.”

“What are you talking abo-”

“Tsk-tsk”, he tuts. “Your mind and body hold no secrets to me. I know you better than you know yourself. Promise me this.”

He lifts his mask enough to let his lips rest in the crook of your exposed neck, right where your vein quivers under his touch.

“Smother him the same way you do with me. He's as crazy about you as you are of him and me. Do not hold back.”

“Go, my guests. Search for beauty and grace.”

An hour has gone by since the orgy officially started and apparently, Gojo isn’t the only person you know at the party/orgy.

And your surprise knows no limits as you walk by yet another room, and a glimpse of sandy hair tells you the man who’s pounding a very pleased girl is someone you’re acquainted with.

Turns out that some of the guests are close friends of yours, as well. You can’t see their faces, of course, but their movements and voices are unmistakable, including the ones of a man you never thought you’d see there.

The same could be said about you, since you’re not the typical regular at orgiastic festivals.

“My love.” Geto gently urges you to stay quiet, because the others guests are watching you and who you know for sure to be Nanami Kento stare at each other while his hips stutter and his deep voice bounces off the walls in a long, “Fuck”.

Sensing your eyes on him, the man cocks his head towards you and the girl beneath him mewls in need.

Oh, my God.

His partner’s pathetic attempts to gain his attention fail again and you eventually walk away from the scene with Suguru by your side. You and your friend will have time to catch up later.

For now, you just need to get through the night in one piece.

Many guests keep staring at you and Geto, mainly because of the tattoos both of you display with such ease. Out of everyone, you and him are the most tattooed people in the mansion.

Suguru’s white dragon on his back and right arm compliments the black snakes wrapped around your thighs and part of the hips while the argent, celestial constellations starting from the base of your neck then falling onto the forearms like shooting stars balances out the vivid streaks of fiery dahlias that bloom across the entirety of Geto’s left arm.

The moment they come too close, the grandmaster is already there to confront them, sneaking an arm around your bare waist, or by standing so close to Suguru that the teeth of jealousy sink into your flesh over and over again.

Together, you make one hell of an attractive couple, and because of this, a couple of men and a woman tried to approach you and Geto.

All to no avail.

First, he called dibs on you and Geto. Then he chickens out, leaving your mental sanity to hang by a thread.

“It seems you’ve forgotten what I said earlier. They’re mine. Find someone else to have fun with”, and the moment the guests disappear, so does Gojo.

Now that your most sordid desires have been discovered by your lover— and the man still wants you despite everything, for God’s sake—, you’re just waiting for him to act upon his demand. Will you keep pouting like a little girl when he leaves over and over again?

No fucking way. Time to take the matter ibto your own hands.

“Suguru.”

The man whips his head around to look at you. You often call him by his first name, but not with that sultry tone. When you do, it is always for one reason only.

To edge and tease him is your biggest delight, and the tent in his tuxedo pants is already painfully tight around his girth when he replies, “Yes?”

“There’s something we should do.” the sentence tumbles off your lips slowly, every syllable dragging into the other when you finally reach the east wing of the mansion, right beside a huge pool table. Geto is unsure if you realised it, but you’ve been following around Gojo the entire night, and now you’re a few metres away from him.

The orgy grandmaster in the middle of a conversation with a brunette and her rather bulky companion, and your heart stops. The two guests are Shoko Ieiri and Fushiguro Toji.

To say you’re wet would be an understatement.

Goddammit, how many of our friends come to these orgies?

You quickly set aside the question. You’ll deal with everyone else later, for your mind is set on the goal at hand. Also, to think that they’re about to witness what you’re about to do has you squeeze your thighs together as something warm leaks through you.

Geto doesn’t miss a single beat and comes closer to you, his taut chest colliding with yours as his height consumes the air around him. Any sense of shyness or shame is long gone from your body, so you rest your back against the pool table like a languid cat when a sudden gasp leaves your lips.

“We have something to do, you say. What is it, my love?”, Suguru taunts under his breath. His gorgeous fingers are stroking the damp spot at the front of your panties while his thumb flicks patterns around your clothed clit.

“Go on. I want to hear you say it.”  

Good. The almighty Gojo Satoru is not as detached as he prides himself to be.

Without warning, his other hand flies to your hair. The pin that holds it slips off and vanishes in Geto’s pocket, and your strands fall around your face. You stare at him, until he turns to glare at Gojo.

You follow his lead, and you both find the grandmaster with his arms crossed on the chest, laboured breath and foot tapping furiously against the marble floor.

“Fuck me on this pool table while everyone’s watching. Come on, I know it’s to die for.” you say that so nonchalantly that Suguru falters, taken aback, while a low grunt rumbles in Gojo’s throat. He’s close enough to hear you purr such lewd words just fine.

Little do they know, the request is aimed at them both.

The room has fallen silent, Shoko and Toji as amazed as the rest of the guests, but the first to break the ice is the grandmaster himself. He’s regained some self-composure by the time he sidles up to Geto, but you’re one step ahead.

Lost in the haze of lust, they don’t notice you’ve hopped onto the pool table until you press a heel onto Suguru’s crotch, the other on Gojo’s. They both snap back to reality at the feeling, and you giggle when they get harder under the stilettos.

“Shit. You’re soaking wet, love. You’re clenching around the fucking air.”

“You didn’t think I had it in me, did you?” you let go of their groins to spread your legs further on the table. Suguru is the first to grab your thigh, rings digging into the flesh while Gojo’s hand brushes against the other, his approach softer but needy all the same.

Veins pop out of their hands as they both keep you in place, and Satoru glances at you for consent, to make sure you’re fine with him touching you. You nod, then you throw back your head the moment Geto pushes aside your panties with two fingers. He yanks at your roots and you moan as a string of curses at the sight of your puffy cunt echoes between you three.

“B-both.” talking is getting harder by the second, and despite the mask, you can still feel Satoru’s breath fanning on your wet folds. The slit where the mouth is channels the warm air, so you’re really fucked.

“Let me see,” Satoru falls to his knees to take a good look at your pussy, to feel his mouth water with each bead of arousal escaping you, your muscles clamping to have some kind of relief no one can give you but them.

He gulps and whistles to try to ignore how hard he’s got in seconds. “What a sight. So drenched and ready to be filled, uhm? Is this for me, sugar? Or Suguru?”

The mask is definitely not helping.

“What do you want us to do? Use your words.” Suguru coats index and middle finger in your juices and gently prods at your entrance, so ready to pull him in, and they both wait patiently for you to speak.

“Don’t stop. Your fingers-”, your eyes roll back as you lift your hips up to motion for Geto to continue. “I need them in me. Please.”

He obliges with a sigh, because he loves to finger you as much as you adore to sense his fingertips poking your insides.

Your partner buries two fingers in you altogether and you nearly lurch backward at the intrusion, but Satoru is quick to ground your hips on the pool table with his other hand as Suguru starts to massage your inner walls, curling and scissoring his digits apart. 

They both have such nice hands, your mind is spiralling into an endless vortex. But before you can do so, a tap on your thigh brings you to look down.

Satoru is waiting for you.

Power must have gotten to your head, it has to, because your fingers yank down his hood to glide among his pure, soft hair as you breathe out:

“Your mouth, Satoru. Y-your tongue. I want everything.”

Then you remember. No one is allowed to take off their masks, not even the grandmaster.

“I’ve been waiting for so long for this”, Gojo whispers to you, eyes skittering all over your lower abdomen and breasts. Too bad he can’t see your face. “You taste so fucking good.”

A gentle kiss close to your knee shakes you to the core.

Eyes widening in surprise, you ogle shamelessly at Gojo, at his mask slightly tilted up only for his lips to be free of any hindrance. You have no time to react because they immediately latch onto your lower lips, taking half of your pussy in his mouth with a satisfied growl.

Suguru has shifted his attention on your bundle of nerves, focusing on it to let Gojo devour the rest of you.

If it wasn't for the mask, both men would see how much their ministrations are affecting you, but fret not. Your body is showing them plenty to compensate.

Geto laughs and his hand still in your hair descends to your tits. He circles, pinches your nipples through the lace, mimicking the same motion on your clit — you won’t last long, not when he’s hitting all the right spots and his best friend is eating you out the way you like it in front of a bunch of people.

Geto has shared intimate tips on how to pleasure you, and Gojo is following them by the book. Those two had agreed on doing this way before tonight.

How does he know- Oh. Oh.

And you do so with a shared moan from you and them, because you rest your head against Suguru’s chest while your eyes fix on Gojo.

Suddenly all too self-aware of everything, you try to back down from the men, but they both hold you in place. The coil in your stomach tightens even more when Geto’s hoarse voice reaches you.

“Look at us.”

And at that moment, you see Suguru’s inked arm coming between you and the grandmaster, more specifically his hand. It rests on Satoru’s nape and pushes his face into your cunt, almost as if he wants to suffocate him between your legs, but the snow-haired man chuckles at that and tongues your entrance straight away.

The pace set allows him to nose your clit, but when he draws back it's Geto's turn to circle it with his thumb. You can’t escape them.

They’re both right.

“That’s so hot.” you hear someone say, probably Toji.

“It’s too much.” adds Shoko.

“Too fast”, you don’t even know who you’re talking to at this point and you raise yourself on your elbows, back arched on its own. Even the heat emanating from Geto is too much, and you do babble something along the lines of, “N-no, ’s too much. I can’t-”

Satoru stops briefly to kiss your inner thigh, his and Geto’s heart-shaped eyes tunnelling on your heaving chest. Your cleavage is sticky with sweat and Suguru plants his forehead against it as Gojo growls.

“You can.”

And the orgasm comes quicker than expected. The coil cracks, your legs try to snap shut around Satoru’s head but Geto helps him to keep them open as you come with a strangled sob. Breath stuck in your lungs, you feel Suguru come closer to let you moan on his collarbone.

Pleasure clouds your mind as Gojo runs his tongue through your folds to lap up your release and you protest meekly, on the edge of overstimulation.

Gojo wails, keens at your feet when you pull his hair while your inner walls clench around his wet muscle, but he catches on quickly and wets three of his long fingers with your juices as you still fuck yourself on his tongue. Suguru helps you ride through the orgasm, caressing every sliver of your skin he can reach.

“Ssh, that's it, love. Come on his tongue. Look at how needy he is to please you. Give him every droplet of you.” is what cuts through the noise in your ears.

Tears have pooled under your eyes yet you don’t give in to them, rather your hands find harbour in both men’s locks as the last moments of blissful release wash over you.

“Thank you.” you say, voice veiled with a bit of tiredness. Geto strokes you gently around the neck and Satoru pecks you on the leg affectionately before pulling away to allow you and your lover to gawk at him and his fingers, slick with your cum, and he licks them clean with a low whimper.

It’s so painful, the wanton need you have to kiss them both after they gave you a bone-shattering orgasm. But you can’t.

Not here, not now.

Your eyes flash black, pupils dilating beyond normal sense. Suddenly you’re not so spent, anymore. And neither are they.

Suguru doesn’t need to be told twice. You’re still a tiny bit out of it, but suddenly you’re in Geto’s arms, and he’s walking so fast amongst the little crowd that had gathered around you that you almost miss Shoko and Toji. With whatever strength you have left, you simply yell:

Satoru grabs his best friend by the tuxedo’s collar and he grunts, out of breath: “My room. Now.”

Toji’s deep chuckles rattle against your bones, and you hear faintly the grandmaster encouraging his guests to enjoy themselves while he’s gone, because he needs to “step back for a while”.

“Guys, we need to talk. My place, tomorrow morning. Bring the mimosa!”

Since he’s spent uncountable days there, it doesn’t take long for Suguru to get to his best friend’s suite. You’ve completely recovered by now, still you wait until your partner has laid you down on the queen-sized bed before acting.

“Hey, slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

Once within arm’s reach, Suguru lets out a snort when your arms circle his waist and you push him on the bed. Now he’s on his back while you straddle him, and your eyes land on his groin. He’s so stiff with need that the moment you unzip his pants, his cock slaps against his stomach.

“Easy, my love.” Geto laughs amidst pants, for your hands are everywhere on him. You practically tear his shirt apart to feel the familiar scent of him fill your nostrils, but when you pull aside your panties to sink on his girth, your lover places his hands on your hips, stopping you.

You pout, defeated. “I just want you inside me. Don’t you want to be inside me, Suguru?” in saying so you pout in faux defeat, all while stroking his cock.

The man grabs your waist. Hard.

“Just wait a minut-”

Of course he wants— hell, he needs to fuck you into the ground until you cream around his dick. You always look so pretty when you do, all loose limbs, glassy eyes and bitten lips.

But he promised a certain person to wait for him.

“No. I’m done waiting.” you shake your head, his pleas falling on deaf ears. You’re about to pull his hands away from you and have your way. Well, just before the lock clicks.

Having your back turned, you don’t see who’s locked the door until Satoru’s abs graze your shoulders. And his erection is pressed against your back, causing you to short-circuit.

When did he have time to undress? Why is he so huge?

But these are the last things you need to worry about, because as soon as his lips are on your neck, you realise his mask isn’t where it’s supposed to be.

His angelic features, twisted in desire, are a sight to see.

And yours fall on the bed once Gojo takes it off of you. The dim lights in the bedroom are easy on the eyes, and much easier is to be eye-fucked but not one, but two men.

“So am I, baby. So am I. '' Satoru peels off your panties without hesitation and once they’re past your hip bones, he gives them a pull and ball them up in his fist. Geto watches his best friend pump himself with your panties acting as a fleshlight, grunting and moaning.

I’m such a lucky girl, your mind is going in circles as you get rid of Geto’s mask. I have them both all for myself.

Now that you’re all face to face, you cave in. First, you drag Suguru in a kiss, violent and brimming with passion he reciprocates just as strongly as Gojo, with his face perched on your shoulder, awaits for him.

“Sa- ngh, I can’t. ‘T-‘toru.” 

“Now you can ride me, love.” Geto assists you as you sink on his cock. Inch by inch, you impale yourself on his girth until you bottom out, all while Satoru keeps your lips prisoners of his. His moans are yours and yours his, even when you break away to inhale some fresh air.

The name has Gojo’s blood go straight to his lower abdomen and once Geto lets you go with a final bite on your lower lip, the snow-haired man hauls you flush against him, and you’re welcomed with an open-mouthed kiss. You sigh in it and unconsciously peck at his lips, making him growl.

He’s about to explode, amd Suguru with him.

The moment doesn’t last long because the angry tip of Gojo’s cock, smeared in spit and your arousal that still coated the panties, is breaching past your folds to sit inside your full pussy.

You’ve broken every rule set by the orgy grandmaster, and he and his best friend lured you to participate to an orgy culminating in a dissolute threesome.

“Be a good girl and take me. We know you can, right, Suguru?” Satoru abruptly lurches towards Geto to give him a quick kiss to which your partner responds by cradling his face with a hand. The moment is so intimate, so special that your heart flutters.

You look at them tenderly for what it feels for an eternity, but they don’t let you feel left out for long, because their lips, their teeth mark your skin as Satoru eases himself in you, chomping down on your neck to restrain himself from coming already. You nearly do the same.

Feeling so full, stretched in any way possible now that his shaft rests upon Geto’s is truly divine.

It is worth the risk, since you grind on Suguru’s abs and raise your arms to lock them around Gojo’s neck to whisper,

“Give me more. More, more, more... ”

© nyimasu — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

#geto smut #geto x reader #geto x you #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #voice of cassandra

[dollfaced-erin]

woah its been so long since i have read ur fic and i finally did

YINGXING IS SO FINE I LOVE THIS OLD MAN AND I KNOW DAN JIA WOULD AGREE WITH ME IMAGINE HER STARING AT HIS FACE WHILE HES DOING WHATEVER AND WOULD SAY THE SAME THING

A/n :

This is. Honestly. the sweetest yet my brain is encoding heartbreak and angst in me rn help. but like i loved this sm, that i just needed to make a little plot line at least... dont come at me. im listening to secret garden rn--

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She would agree, honestly. She would be standing at the balcony of the drinks parlor, a glass of a light alcoholic beverage in her hand. the night would be cold, the gentle caresses of the wind serenely passing through her locks of carefully looked after hair.

Her eyes would be trained to the figure on the ground, gaze softening as she watched the two figures below the platform she stood upon. They would be brandishing their swords, sending each other blow after blow, showcasing techniques they have been taught together by the same master that dominated the swordsmanship world.

But her blue eyes would only be tracing the figure of her beloved, the older individual, aging as fine as wine, fighting with sweat trickling down his brow. His long white hair would be tied up with the hairpin he had created, matching to the one in her own hair, one she had reserved for special shows she knew his purple eyes would observe.

Her eyes would be trained upon his figure no matter what her lover was doing, be it doing such miniscule tasks like wiping his brow with the napkin she had graciously offered her lover. Or it may even be something he did daily, like sitting up straight while he dined with her, even though it was just the two of them in a regular commoner restaurant.

Or even it may be something that she adored the most, which watching him hard at work, hammering away in his smithy. He would place his lover away, even taking it upon him to scoop her up in his arms and set her on a bench away from the fire, worried that her beautiful silks be singed by the sparks that flew out of the hearth.

She would watch his figure warmly, her cheeks warming up with affection and love for him. She would watch as he smiled in satisfaction as he created yet again another sensational masterpiece with his rough hands that were always so gentle when handling her. He would watch as he boasted to those around him, words sometimes prickling the fire of envy in others, but always spoke so courteously and affectionately to her.

She loved this man with all her heart, and the finest pieces created with only the most delicate touch adorned her very being. She wished that days where he rested in her arms would prolong and their happiness would be eternal, or at least until death parts the two of them.

But for now, she was content with staring at him as he ate a snack provided with her loving, healing hands. It was yet another tiring day at work, and she just wanted to do something nice for him. But instead of doing something nice for him, she was rewarded with the beautiful sight of her beloved yet again.

"Is something the matter, my moon ?" The swordsmith would ask, a teasing hand raised to gently caress his beloved's cheek with a slender finger.

"No, you're just...breathtaking, my beloved." She would reply in response, smiling lovingly at the man who had aged by her side.

"Is that so, my love ?" Yingxing would reply with a deep husky chuckle, his voice sending tingles up his lover's spine. His hand would cup her chin, turning her face towards him, but not enough to hurt his lover.

"Well then, you have quite a couple more decades to admire this handsome face of mine. I'll make sure that this face is properly ingrained into your precious little mind~"

(Y/n) looked in her hands, snapping out of a series of memories as she glanced at the earring in her hand, in form of a windchime. She smiled lovingly at it, regret and pain bubbling in her heart as she reminisced about moments in the past. It felt so strange, yet so familiar to her.

She looked up at the sky, the moon's gentle light gracing upon her figure.

"I hope you sleep well tonight, my beloved."

She swore that within the howl of the night, she heard a reply come back to her. A familiar deep and husky voice that sent tingles down her spine.

"And I hope your dreams are nothing short of flowers that bloom in the night's gaze."

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[feyhunter78]

Can I request an Aemond and blind!reader fic? I think it would be an interesting dynamic. Aemond having one eye but being her eyes to guide her 🥹 maybe she lives at the keep as the daughter of someone on the court? Free reign!

You definitely can love!!! This idea is super cute🥺 it’s unedited and a bit short but I hope you like it!!

The Prince and His Musician

You rest your head against the neck of your lute, fingers strumming the strings as the notes fill your mind. Your mother tells you that the gods must have gifted you your musical abilities as penance for depriving you of your sight. She is one of the court musicians and has been training you since you were a child to one day take her place.

The sound of clapping makes your head jolt up.

“Even in your musings you make the most beautiful music.” Aemond’s voice fills the room and you don’t have the courage to tell him that his voice is more beautiful than any song you’ve ever heard.

“My apologies, my prince I did not hear you come in.”

He chuckles softly and sits beside you, placing a hand on yours. “I did not wish to disturb you. You know how much I adore watching you play.”

You duck your head bashful. “If I was aware you were here I could play something more to your liking.”

He lifts your chin and you feel his gaze upon your face. “You assume I do not enjoy simply sitting beside you as you craft your masterpieces?”

When you were young you had heard tales of the One-Eyed Prince, of his swiftness with a sword and his cold nature. When the Queen summoned your mother to his quarters you were sent instead, your mother suffering from a sore wrist.

You were guided by a kingsguard who announced your presence and lead you to a chair.

“Do you have any requests my prince?” You asked, hands at the ready.

He stood, and you heard his footsteps stop before you. “You are blind?”

You nodded, “yes, my prince, since birth. I can request for another musician to take my place if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No.” He said, a bit too quickly. “No, please play something calming, I wish for music as I read.” His footsteps receded.

You began, playing a simple tune your mother would play for you as a child. As you played, threading songs into songs, and adding your own melodies, you heard a thud.

“My prince?” You asked, waiting for a response. When none came you stood and made your way over to where you assumed Aemond was sitting.

You felt around until your hands met warm flesh. Gently you ran your hands down the skin, feeling his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, then your fingers brushed over puckered skin.

This must be the scar you heard whisper about.

You feel further marveling at the fine leather covering his eye, lost in your wandering when a hand grips your wrist.

“My prince, I am so sorry, I heard a thump and I came to check on you.” You apologized, jumping back.

Aemond’s grip loosened. “I fell asleep and dropped my book.”

“Oh, I see, again my deepest apologies.” You wonder if he’ll cut off your hand or kill you. You’ve heard dozens of stories of the cruelty of the Targaryens.

He releases your hand and sighs. “I must applaud you, not many musicians have been able to lull me to sleep with a few simple songs.”

That one moment changed your life forever. Suddenly you were the prince’s personal musician, he called for you whenever he was stressed or upset. He sought you out every free moment of his day, much like he did today.

You thought yourself foolish now, Aemond was the kindest man you’ve ever encountered. He walked you from his chambers and any other place you were summoned by him, he brought you sweets, and ensured that you had the finest instruments in the realm.

“Y/N, are you listening?” He brought you out of your thoughts of the past and you nodded.

“Of course, my prince.”

He’d released your chin and took your hand in his. “I wish for you to accompany me to the gardens.”

You stood and he linked your arms together before making sure your lute was safely tucked away.

He lead you out of the room and towards the gardens. You inhaled the smell of flowers and fresh dirt.

“Is there a particular reason you asked me here?”

He hummed lowly, then helped you sit on a bench. “I wished to ask you something.”

“Is it for a song, because I have no instruments with me.”

He chuckled. “No sweet one, I do not desire a song.” He took your hand and pressed it to his lips. “I desire your hand.”

You sat there in shock. “You wish to take my hand or you wish to marry me?”

“Marry you, Y/N I wish for you to be my wife, if you will have me.” His voice is filled with fondness, and it makes your heart sing.

You wrap your arms around him a wide smile lighting up your face. “Yes, yes I will have you, Aemond nothing would make me happier.”

He tilts your chin up, presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and you can feel him smiling.

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[lovejustforaday]

Shoegaze Classics - Raise

Raise - Swervedriver (1991)

Main Genres - Alternative Rock, Shoegaze

A decent sampling of: Noise Rock, Neo-Psychedelia, Post-Hardcore, Grunge

Getting close to the end of this series. I have this and just one more record after that before I get to writing on what I consider to be the masterpieces of 90s shoegaze.

Of all of the bigger names in the 90s U.K. scene, one name sticks out like a sore thumb for being really, well, not like the others. You had Ride, Slowdive, MBV, Catherine Wheel, Lush, Chapterhouse, and, well, these guys.

Today I will be discussing the power-lifting chords and psyched out feedback of shoegaze's very own dreadlock sporting Swervedriver.

The Band

Swervedriver formed in 1989 in Oxford, the same city where Ride was formed. In fact, it was Mark Gardener from Ride that helped get them signed early on with Creation records. The band never got as big as MBV or Ride, but they were in good company (until their duplicitous label shafted these bands hard, anyway).

The original lineup was leader Adam Franklin on vocals and guitar, with Adi Vines on bass, Jimmy Hartridge on guitar, and Graham Bonnar on drums. The mainstays ended up being the creative duo of Adam and Jimmy; Adi left the band after the first record, and Swervedriver has been through like four different drummers.

Swervedriver certainly did not look like most shoegazers, and their brand of shoegaze was unconventional for the scene of the time - fast tempos, pounding chords and kick drums, very heavy on the feedback noises, with reverb being a significantly less important component in the bands' textural craft when compared with the others. They were a lot more rock 'n' roll than any of their contemporaries.

Essentially, Swervedriver made shoegaze with more muscle, but still equally hazy and mesmerizing.

The heavy feedback element gives the band's sound a closer feel to many of the American alternative rock bands of the time, and there's significant crossover with grunge and post-hardcore on this record in particular. The band had sort of a "Foo Fighters does shoegaze" sound (note: this was before Foo Fighters existed). If I didn't know better, I'd probably assume Swervedriver was an American band.

And if I'm being honest, many songs in their discography are just straight up alternative rock with a little more effects than usual. Categorically, I'd say that it's a shoegaze record, but Swervedriver are definitely stretching the definition of the genre. More power to them, though, cause this shit goes hard!

Sounding like a broken record at this point, but the band put out some EPs and then dropped the debut. Let's talk about that debut record.

The Record

Raise dropped in 1991, descending onto the shoegazing scene like a swooping phoenix firestorm. Never before had shoegaze sounded this adrenergic and chaotic. With this record, Swervedriver established themselves as the hardcore band of the scene.

The band produced the record themselves with help from a small team on mastering, mixing, and engineering. The production sounds very of its time, a little hollow at times, but I honestly kind of love it. Sounds stoned as hell. And based on my knowledge of the lyrics of this record being mostly about "seeing" and "feeling" and other vague sensory references, its safe to assume the band was possibly stoned as hell too (a lot of shoegaze bands probably were).

"Sci-Flyer" opens the record with LOUD noise rock and wire-y guitar feedback that trickles down like liquid lightning. This is probably the hardest rocking track of the first wave of shoegaze bands, and one of the finest displays of flashy 90s guitar work that I can think of. Deliciously raucous.

Swervedriver turns up the reverb on "Deep Seat", a grimy, swirling trip that sounds as soft as a pillow and yet tough as nails at the same time. Its one of those songs that makes it easier to understand how guitars as an instrument held such a stranglehold over airwaves for the better part of a century. Like, what the fuck even is this black magic fuckery that we call guitar pedals? This one is utterly sublime, definitely my favourite cut off the record.

"Rave Down" is a crushing landslide of bittersweet chords and guitar feedback melancholia. A song for crying manly tears at the beauty of life. This is, dare I call it, "brogaze".

"Feel So Real" is almost noxious, though I mean that in a good way. The central riff is this really backwards, screwy sounding guitar feedback that feels totally uncanny as it brushes past your ears, going from one channel to the other.

"Sandblasted" is a bouncy, acid-y, riff-heavy track that treads along like a beast. Franklin's vocals are almost sassy here, I honestly love the delivery. Not all that shoegaze to my ears, but I'm a fan of it regardless.

I swear, this record would've been huge in the American market if Creation had made enough efforts to promote it there. There's maybe one or two moments on here where it gets a bit too non-descript, but tracks like "Deep Seat", "Rave Down", and "Sci-Flyer" are just as good if not significantly better than 90% of grunge's output.

What Came After That?

Swervedriver most definitely were not about to go britpop like many of their contemporaries did in the mid 90s. Such a transition would've been awkward as hell, and this was a band that knew exactly what kind of music it wanted to keep making.

In fact, Swervedriver were basically the only major name of the shoegazing scene in the British Isles that kept making shoegaze records (three more in fact) in a similar vein for the rest of the 90s. Virtually everyone else either went britpop, went more obscure with something like post-rock or space rock, or disappeared entirely by the end of the 90s.

Adam and Jimmy seemed completely unfazed by how quickly the British press turned on shoegaze, metaphorically flipping the bird to the music journalists and their own music label, which had mostly given up on promoting bands like them in favour of gushing over frigging Oasis of all bands (yikes).

Swervedriver also had troubles with the American label A&M records which released the North American version of their sophomore record. Eventually, they abandoned major labels to sign with the indie label Zero Hour Records.

But anyway, yeah Swervedriver released three more records in the 90s. Their sophomore 1993's Mezcal Head is often just as, if not even more praised by fans as the debut. Not as huge of a standout as Raise was for my tastes, but it's a very respectable record in its own right.

Swervedriver had a reunion earlier than most shoegaze bands in 2008. The band has put out two more LPs of which I've yet to check out - 2015's I Wasn't Born To lose You and 2019's Future Ruins.

As it stands, Raise is right up there in my shoegaze A tier with records like Split, The Comforts of Madness, and Flying Saucer Attack. Still one more review to go before I get to discussing my S tier records, but for now I digress.

If you're a fan of Foo Fighters, Smashing Pumpkins, Sonic Youth, Nirvana, Pearl Jam - any of these bands - I highly recommend you check out Swervedriver. This is an excellent gateway drug for those new to shoegaze but familiar with grunge and other 90s alternative rock, and it's high time that Swervedriver receives more of the love that these other bands already get.

9/10

Highlights: "Deep Seat", "Rave Down", "Sci-Flyer", "Feel So Real", "Sandblasted"

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[theladyofdeath]

I Burn For You {Ten}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction. Elriel. Period AU. Regency. 19th Century.

Written alongside @snelbz .

Click here to read the summary and for more chapters!

A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to post this! It was a train wreck of a week last week. I hope you've liked this story. We loved writing it. Here's to the final chapter!

Enjoy. :)

T/W: none

Elain looked at the dining room table that she had spent an hour arranging.

There were six places set, one plate for each adult surrounded by her finest glasses and silverware.

It was the first family dinner she and Azriel had planned with their families in their new home, and Elain was full of nerves and anxiety. After marrying and deciding that they should live a simpler life, both for the benefit of themselves and due to the queen’s reaction to her broken engagement to the Prince of Spring, Azriel had sold his homes and a majority of his useless belongings. The lands his family lorded over shared a border with those of Cassian, and his brother had agreed to absorb them into his own. His lands, his title, their past life in Velaris’ society was always there if they felt like returning, whispers of the Ton be damned. With the profit of the townhouse, they had bought a house on the banks of the Sidra, on the opposite side of the city. They had plenty of room, but their home was nothing too extravagant. 

Perfect.

It was perfect.

Although they had cut back on costs and luxuries, they had kept Azriel’s cook. Neither Elain nor Azriel knew how to make a thing, so they kept his cook as a teacher. As they learned, however, they begged him to cook on nights like tonight.

They would only keep him on until he found another job. Until then, they would dwell in his delicious dishes.

“How much time do I have?”

Elain spun around to find Azriel standing at the threshold, his clothes covered in paint. Despite herself, Elain chuckled. “About half an hour before everyone’s arrival. Enough time for you to clean up and change.”

Azriel suppressed a grin as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Is it necessary that I change? I think I look nice.”

Elain approached her husband and slid her arms around his neck. “As handsome as you are, I must insist that you put on something that has no paint splotches.” She was careful not to press too close, as she was wearing one of her nicest dresses. Most of her clothes had become marred in some way or another by paint or charcoal or some other new medium used to convey her husband’s seemingly endless creativity. He could hardly keep his hands off of her, often stealing kisses whenever no one was looking.

“I suppose I can do that,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “As long as it’s worth my while later on tonight.”

Elain rolled her eyes, but rose up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Hush. Now hurry, or your brothers will be here before you’re done and drink all your whiskey.”

This got Azriel moving. He disappeared down the long hall with a mumbled curse at his greedy, expensive liquor loving brothers. Elain watched him go, chuckling to herself.

These first few months of marriage were more amazing than she even could have imagined. Spending every day with the love of her life only made her love him more. She never wanted to be apart from him, missed him when he was gone even for a second. They spent their nights wrapped in each other’s arms until mornings, and spent their days laughing and growing together in harmony. He often would paint in the garden while she continued to create her floral masterpiece. She wanted her garden to be the most breathtaking in all of Prythian. With the land they had, anything was possible.

It was a matter of minutes before Azriel returned to the main floor, washed up and dressed like a respectable gentleman once again. Not the finery he used to wear, but he was happier than he’d ever been.

So when he heard sniffling from the other room, he was not expecting to find Elain to be the one crying.

Immediately, he went to her side, sitting next to her on the settee. “My love, what’s wrong?”

Shaking her head, she dabbed under her eyes. “It’s nothing, I just…” Elain swallowed and met his gaze. “I’ll never dance again.”

Azriel blinked, clearly not following. “Why can’t you ever dance again?”

“At a ball,” she explained as he took her hand, brushing his thumb over her rings. “While it’s nice to be away from the chaos of the ton, I always did love dancing at the parties and balls. And at the time, I didn’t even realize I was dancing my last waltz. That I’d never hear the orchestra ringing around the room again.”

Azriel frowned. “Just because we are not a part of the ton does not mean that you will never dance at a party again.”

“You must think me ridiculous,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Dancing is such a small thing to have lost when we have gained so much more.”

Azriel shook his head. “I understand. Sometimes I am surprised at how much different our way of life is now. But…I still think we did what was right.”

The scrutiny that they would have lived under for the oncoming years surely would not have been worth it.

“I agree,” Elain said, and he knew that she meant it.

He stood and Elain lifted a brow as he held out his hand. There was still paint speckled across his nails.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, quietly, with the smallest of grins. 

Elain laughed quietly. “Our guests will be here soon.”

Azriel’s hand did not lower. “Let them wait.”

Elain’s eyes softened as she rose and placed her hand delicately in his. The jolt of energy and adoration and lust that coursed through her body was every bit as powerful as the first time he held her in his arms and spun her around the room. 

As Azriel’s hand found her waist, he said, “I will always dance with you, Elain, no matter what room we are in or if there is any music at all. If you want to dance, all you have to do is ask.”

As he took her into his arms, dancing far more closely than would have been appropriate at a ball, they both heard a distant knocking.

They both ignored it as Azriel bent his head to press a kiss to his wife’s lips.

———

“You truly baked these yourself?”

Elain was doing a horrible job at hiding her smile as she looked at her older sister, who was holding a roll in her hands. “Well, technically, Cook was the one who put them into the oven for me, but I prepared the dough.”

Cassian, already on his third, swallowed his mouth full of bread before nudging Nesta. “This one tried to make toast the other morning. The house still smells of ash.”

Elain’s head fell back as she laughed. “Yes, well, I must say that I have learned a lot. Cook has been patient and is a lovely teacher. Although Nesta is more courageous than I, because I haven’t gone near actually cooking anything. I have learned to prepare a lot, however, and will soon be a true expert.” 

Elain watched as Nesta smiled and took another roll. “Well, I am proud of you, Lainy. This is lovely. The food. Your home. I cannot wait to walk through your gardens. I saw a glimpse coming in.”

“The gardens have a long way to go,” Elain said, and it was Feyre who shook her head.

“Will they ever truly be finished?” her younger sister jested. “If I know you, which I believe I do, you will have every acre of land covered with the most beautiful of plants and still be on a mission to make it larger.”

Azriel looked lovingly at his wife. “She is usually outside before the sun is up and works until it begins to set.” 

Beside him, Nyx babbled something incoherent on Rhysand’s lap. 

“I know, she’s absolutely mad,” Azriel agreed, kissing his nephew on the forehead before picking up his fork and cutting his meat. “It suits her, though.”

“You cannot call me mad,” Elain protested, sitting tall. “You are a tortured artist and far more mad than I.”

“Mad,” Nyx repeated, and everyone laughed as he clapped his chubby little hands. 

They ate their meal in joyful harmony. It was delicious, and Elain hoped that she would be just as good as Cook was one day in preparing and cooking a meal. 

Once their dinner had been devoured, they all settled into the drawing room and got comfortable. Nyx was sound asleep in an armchair, covered in a woven blanket, his little shoes tossed aside while Cassian and Nesta sat together on one settee and Elain and Azriel were snuggled up on the other. Feyre and Rhysand were lounging on the rug in front of the fireplace. Jackets were off and vests were loosened. Nesta’s feet were even bare as they laid across Cassian’s lap. Azriel poured everyone a glass of their finest liquor and left the opened bottle on a table, ready to be poured for seconds. 

“I cannot believe that the social season is about to begin,” Elain noted, looking at Azriel. “Last year’s seems so far away.”

A year. 

A year since Elain had been engaged to Tamlin, a year since she and Azriel had fallen into their love for one another, a year since Azriel had asked for her hand and their lives had changed. 

He leaned down, brushing his lips over her temple, as if he was having the same thoughts. “Yet at the same time, I’d say this year has flown by.”

“Truly,” Cassian said, taking a drink before setting his glass on the side table. He took Nesta’s bare foot into his hands and rubbed it. “Though I will say, I’m glad we don’t have to attend every event this year. We should have convinced you two marry at the end of the season before. Would have saved me quite a few boring evenings last year.”

Azriel snorted, shaking his head, while Nesta smacked her husband in the back of the head.

“Speaking of the upcoming season,” Feyre said, turning to look between her sisters, “have you heard Ianthe has been staying in Spring since the snows melted?”

Just like that, they all fell into the idle gossip the ton was so good at, despite Elain and Azriel’s prior insistence of their disdain for it. Soon, Elain was yawning, leaning her head back against on Azriel’s chest.

Nesta was filling them in on their most recent trip to the vineyard on the outskirts of town, everyone laughing at the shenanigans Cassian always seems to find himself in, when Rhys offered to refill everyone’s glasses. As he sat back down, bottle still in hand, Feyre’s brow furrowed. “I figured the bottle would be empty.”

Rhysand nodded towards the glass on the table in the center of the room as he put the bottle to his lips. “Didn’t have to refill Elain’s. Saved the rest for myself.”

“Thank you for saving my brandy for yourself,” Azriel laughed, tucking a sleepy Elain in tighter.

Rhys and Cassian laughed, but Nesta was looking at the full glass on the table. “Why aren’t you drinking, Elain?”

With a yawn, Elain murmured, “Can’t drink while you’re pregnant.”

The room went completely quiet and the fingers gently stroking Elain’s loose hair went still. It took a moment, but Elain’s smile faltered as she realized the words that had just crept out of her mouth. She hastily sat up and turned to look at her husband who sat there, dumbfounded.

“Pardon?” He croaked, at last. 

The others remained completely silent, their eyes wide.

Elain’s cheeks burned as her hands flew over her mouth. “I did not mean— I did not realize—”

“Elain,” Azriel breathed, and his eyes were bright as he took her hands gently in his. “Are you with child?”

For a moment, Elain forgot that the others were there and a sweet laugh bubbled out of her as emotion consumed her. As she nodded, her eyes lined with tears. “Yes.”

Azriel must have forgotten the others were there, too, because he practically tackled her onto the settee cushions and kissed her longingly. As he did, reminding the couple that they were indeed there, the others were cheering and talking excitedly from where they sat, hugging one another in joy and celebration.

“I did not mean for you to find out like this,” Elain said, once Azriel had sat back up and pulled her near to him. A smile was permanently displayed on his lips. “I meant for it to be far sweeter and…on purpose.”

“When did you find out?” Feyre asked, a brilliant smile on her face.

Tucked into Azriel’s side, Elain looked around at her family’s smiling faces, and told the story of how she’d started to feel ill about a week ago. She’d heard of the blight that had recently hit Winter, though no confirmed cases had popped up in Velaris, but wanted to be sure. While Azriel had been at the Academy the day before, Elain had needed to run some errands.

One of those errands happened to be a stop at the physician.

After another hour or so, once Feyre and Nesta were yawning as well, Elain had bade them goodnight and gone up to bed while Azriel saw them out. When he topped the stairs, he wanted nothing than to curl up in bed with his wife, the mother of his unborn child. He had so much to tell her, how happy he was, how excited her was to be a father.

He had never wanted to be a father, had never expected to experience the joy that came along with it, not after the tragic childhood he’d had.

Elain made him want to be better, to have a legacy to pass on, regardless of the fact that he no longer bore a title to pass on.

Expecting Elain to already be snuggled beneath their heap of blankets, Azriel pushed open the door to the master bedroom to find it dark and quiet, the bed empty. From the far side of the room, where a washroom veered off, flickering lights created shadows through the threshold. He could hear the soft sloshing of water and Elain’s quiet, “Az?”

After closing their door behind him, he slipped off his boots. “Not too tired to take a bath? Surely it could have waited until morning.”

Her quiet laughter greeted him. “Perhaps, but I was cold and the water is so warm. Besides, I worked hard today. It’s nice to relax in a nice warm bath with the lovely scent of lavender surrounding me.”

Azriel’s tunic was already pulled over his head and tossed aside as he crossed the threshold to the washroom and smiled at his wife, who laid beneath the water with her head resting on the edge of the porcelain tub. Bits of lavender floated in the water. The room was lit by candlelight.

She smiled back at him sleepily before lifting a finger in the air and using it to beckon him forward.

Azriel was loosening the buttons of his trousers when Elain said, “I am sorry that I let the news slip to everyone before telling you myself. I truly did want for the reveal to be special.”

Azriel stopped what he was doing to look at Elain, who watched him with a frown. “You’re apologizing? Elain, there’s no need.” He stepped closer to the tub and knelt beside it as his palm rested gingerly against her cheek. She leaned into him. “It was special. Our family was there. And I am so excited.”

Elain swallowed as her eyes grew bright, lined with tears. “I collected that from the way you pounced on me.”

Azriel’s genuine laughter filled the silence. “I could not contain my joy.” He kissed her once, softly. “My beautiful wife is becoming a mother to my child. Nothing has ever made me happier.”

Elain’s hand covered his, still against her cheek. “You will be the most amazing father, my love.” The beat of hesitation was so slight, anyone but Elain or his brothers would have missed it. Her fingers intertwined with his, until her hand held his. “You are not your father, Azriel. You never will be and I would never allow it anyways.”

His eyebrows rose and despite the topic, Azriel found himself chuckling. “You would never allow it?”

She shook her head as he stood, discarding the rest of his clothes until they were in a pile across the room. Elain scooted forward so there was room for him to sit behind her and as she leaned back against his bare chest, his arms went around her. “No, I wouldn’t. I would make sure to keep you in check, but your heart is too good. Your father was a monster and I am glad I never had the chance to meet him.”

Azriel was too, though he’d never admit it. “Then it’s a good thing I have you to put me in my place.”

“Someone has to do it,” she replied with a yawn, settling back in his arms. “It’s a tough job, but I don’t mind.”

With a huff of quiet laughter, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. The room fell silent for a few minutes and Azriel thought that his wife may have truly fallen asleep when she asked, “Do you want a boy or a girl?”

He’d be so excited about having a child at all that he hadn’t considered the sex of the child until this exact moment. “I…don’t know. What do you want?”

Lifting her hand out of the water, Elain dragged a finger down Azriel’s arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Growing up with two sisters, you’d think I’d want a girl first. That I’d be more comfortable with a girl.” Turning to look at him, Azriel found her eyes lined with tears, a smile on her beautiful face. “But I’m as sick of girls as I can be. As soon as the doctor told me I was pregnant, all I could see in my head was a little boy with your eyes and my smile.”

“My eyes and your smile, is it?” She nodded, and he sighed. “That’s a shame, really.”

Elain blinked, her smile faltering. “Why is it a shame?”

“Because I wouldn’t be disappointed in the slightest, but if I had my way?” His arms tightened around her and his lips found the side of her neck. “I want a little girl, who looks just like you.”

“And if it’s a little girl that looks just like you?” She teased, trying to clear the overwhelming emotion from her voice and failing. “Or a little boy who looks like me?”

Azriel chuckled, the sound muffled by her neck. “No matter what, I will be overjoyed for it is half you and half me.”

“Half you and half me,” she repeated with a content sigh. “I can’t believe we are to be parents. I still cannot believe that I am your wife. That we found our way to one another.” She looked up at him to find him already watching her, eyes soft. “It almost seems too good to be true, this life we are building.”

Azriel nodded, knowing full well what she meant. Most days he spent his time amazed at how his life had come out, after spending so long feeling unworthy of such happiness. Now, he knew he deserved Elain, and she him. They deserved the love they had for another, deserved the happiness that they had found.

“This is only the beginning,” he whispered, his lips pressing softly against the side of her forehead. “We have a whole lifetime together yet.”

“Only the beginning,” Elain repeated with a smile, her eyes falling shut as she clung to her husband. “I cannot wait.”

The washroom fell silent as they sat together in the warm, lavender scented water, each of them dreaming of what the future held.

#final chapter #the end #elriel #regency au #period au #19th century au #fanfic #acotar #fanfiction #acowar #acomaf #sjm #pro elriel

[bl00dyard]

Beneath calm waters, obsession lies, A tempest raging beneath the serene, In hidden depths where the heart denies.

Though waves may crash, and storm clouds arise, I strive to keep the turmoil unseen, Beneath calm waters, obsession lies.

With each ebb and flow, my spirit cries, A silent plea in a world so keen, In hidden depths where the heart denies.

But secrets buried, they come with a price, As whispers of longing refuse to wean, Beneath calm waters, obsession lies.

Like waves that crest beneath clear skies, The truth remains, though I intervene, In hidden depths where the heart denies.

Yet still I strive to wear a disguise, To cloak the passion that I glean, Beneath calm waters, obsession lies, In hidden depths where the heart denies.

-

I am honored you look forward to my poems so much, Angel (〃▽〃) it warms my heart and spurs on my hand to make you more poems to enjoy.

-💞

i recognize these waters you speak of ,, our own silk ocean. it is gorgeous to see how you bring it to life with your words, and every composition you create becomes a masterpiece i admire in my sacred garden. i am mesmerized by your words, as i always am whenever you sculpture the finest of poems for me,, ♡ . this poem is intriguing ,, it’s as if the heart drowns slowly further down into something more ,,

#. . . yard inbox. ･ﾟ✧ #. . . 💕 anon. ･ﾟ✧

[rinbowaman]

MERMAIDS TALE?!?!! THIS IS THE JUICIEST PLOT EVER OH MY GOD… the concept of the adams and heeseung being one of them is SO GOOD like how does your brain come up with this literary masterpiece i’m?!?!

i regularly imagine prince!heeseung and new royal palace maid! reader… feel like heeseung would be so cruel to every employee, you’d be warned by everyone in the palace not to ever look him in the eyes or speak to him directly, or he’ll have you banished from his kingdom or executed… but then one day, you’re carrying something across the palace, so focused on not spilling or dropping anything, that you bump straight into a chest. not even thinking about it, you immediately apologise and begin to wipe at their chest to remove the spills, but then you realise how expensive the fabric looks, and then you see the royal crest emblazoned on his clothes… you look up, profusely stuttering more apologies despite their silence, and once you look into his eyes you can’t find it in yourself to look away…

heeseung hasn’t felt any emotion other than hatred in… well, ever. he loves the power that his position gives him, loves the feeling of control over his subservient citizens or staff. his parents can’t find it in themselves to care what he does or doesn’t do, mainly because they too are terrified of what he may do in retaliation. so when someone not only so carelessly bumps into him, but spills tea on his finest clothes, speaks to him directly, AND looks him in the eyes? he’s ready to have you executed in the worst way he can imagine… but then he looks at you, really looks at you… and he feels intrigued. unlike other staff, your body doesn’t tremble in fear at the sight of him, your clothes are stained with evidence of a hard days work, and the underneath of your fingernails are dirty from your work in the garden… but he can’t find it in himself to see it as anything other than intriguing. and for him, the boy who feels nothing other than hatred, it’s enough. it’s enough to start a horribly twisted and deep obsession with feeling something, with you.

oh my thank you! i can't wait to finish MT, it's actually a really good storyline and the chapter where i left off, it's getting good. i'll be posting the next chapter either next weekend or the midd of next week.

ooooooh this would be a fun drabble to make, like a nice little one shot filled with intense fluff......possibly some smutty things.....i should make one after i'm finished with DT series.

actually, your drabble reminds me of a time (back when i drafted MGR) where i started a small series of king heeseung, who dismissed every suitable bride and princess away from his kingdom after placing his last wife on banishment for misconduct, therefore unbecoming of the title of queen so he sends her back to her own kingdom she hailed from in disgrace.

he became very bitter and turned unkind towards everyone and just was very cruel to all of his servants. a witch comes across his path and he gets pissed off by her for not recognizing him so he puts her to death by burning her at the stake, before she dies she places a curse on him, where he turns into like a beast, and becomes murderous and disgruntled and all his servants were either killed and mauled by him or they ran away, leaving him isolated and in his castle alone.

but he ends up kidnapping you and locking you away in his castle because he grew obsessed with you and sick in love, despite being a beast. and he kept you for a long time..like a year, and towards the end you finally learned to love him because of some of the events that transpired within that year he had you captured (you may have suffered from stolkholm syndrome like realena from Se7en did) but there were alot of fluff and very like...heartwarming moments throughout the entire storyline, but the kicker was when you finally gave in and loved him, and he turned back into a mortal which led to the only smut scene in the entire series and it was INTENSE bc he had you for a year but didn't really do anything (aside from the stuff he did initially when he caught you bc.....he was obsessed...it wasn't like full on smut but....there were some things he did....) but i had titled it "Beauty and the Beast" (i know...i know..lol) and these were the images and gifs i had to show Heeseung's beast form (its from that movie Helsing, i thought the facial expressions and his humanoid physique was perfect for heeseung's beast form)

[tearsoftime0086]

Odyssey/Dark Star WIP

Various scenes of the cursed fate of Zed and Karma from the Odyssey and Dark Star universe.

~ Jhin pierces her heart first.

It is painless, just as he’d promised. The ethereal bullet leaves no blood behind, flesh searing away in an instant. Her consciousness melts away much more slowly, vision flickering between the dark purple galaxies above and the golden mask before her.

Her last thoughts are of him.

In the gaping crevice of her heart, Jhin gently places a pulsating, dying star.

~

Zed sits alone in the Templar Garden, shoulders rigid and hands awkwardly stiff in his lap.

“At ease, Templar,” Karma says. The young man turns to her immediately.

“Karma -” he breathes, before shaking his head. “High Priestess. My apologies.”

“Either is fine,” she waves her hand loosely, eventually gesturing to the bench. “Do you mind if I sit next to you?”

To her amusement, Zed manages to shift his whole body over without moving a muscle. “Please go ahead.”

Their interactions were never much more than this. A light compliment. Crossing paths at the Citadel. Sitting in the Templar Garden, together, silently.

And yet… she…

Zed smiles to himself, and her heart races.

~

“You must know I never ever use mortals for my canvas,” Jhin drawls, tinkering with his gun, “Much too fragile, and imperfect from the start.”

The ghostly barrel lines up with her face. “Imagine my surprise when your request came in, High Priestess.”

Karma remains calm. For all Jhin’s theatrics and taunts, she knew he couldn’t refuse a chance like this.

“Imagine my surprise when you accepted it so quickly.”

The singular visible eye in the mask squints before Jhin chuckles quietly to himself. “Ora-touched individuals are rare to come by - especially ones who have remained intact for so long.”

Karma squeezes the folds of her dress.

“But of course, I accept, High Priestess,” Jhin laughs, “That’s why you’re here after all. And I would love to make you a masterpiece - one that will exceed any pathetic hivemind.”

~

Karma watches the line of acolytes, a stoic, unmoving wall covering the Citadel. The Naming Ceremony - a special moment that came for only the brightest of students. Here, all remnants of their previous identity would be wiped away in exchange for guardianship over the Ora.

Her eye falls on the acolyte at the end of the line. While the silent wall seems to ripple with unease as the High Templar comes to bless them, the last acolyte remains motionless.

It is finally his turn.

“Acolyte Govos, of justice and loyalty. Be reborn as Templar Zed, Holy Justice of the Ora.”

The newly named Zed bows deeply. As his head rises, he stares not at the crowd before him, but the Citadel’s flowing megafauna, their translucent glow reflected in his irises.

~

“What have you done, Jhin?!”

“Only the finest work for you, Your Majesty. Let us watch the tragedy unfold.”

~

“I was not strong enough to protect Ly’rav. I was too reckless, too desperate. Until we became whole. We are worthy and complete and -”

The skin on his arms ripples wildly, flesh knitting and unknitting in surreal turmoil. Zed’s sigh is long and unsteady. All she can do is reach for his hand - small fingers wrapping over a clenched fist.

“I had all the power I could ever desire… and I was not strong enough to control it.”

#league of legends #bits and baubles #karma/zed #zed/karma #karma #zed #jhin #ashe

[starrgaziinggg]

get to know me

Thankyou so much to @cursed-mars-bars for tagging me in this!! I adore you and you have the best commentary analysis of friends with benefits ever!! I loved reading yours and I hope you like mine too 🫶🏻

Favourite colour (s):

my all time favourite colour is blue, but I like pink and green a lot too. blue takes the cake though, specifically this sunset blue colour

Currently reading:

basically i was reading books off that illegal website before it got shut down cause im super poor and now that its shut down i am gutted but i was reading The Divinci Code and a poem book called Mouthful of Forevers. the last fanfiction I read was @cb97percent ‘s Maniac’s collection, specifically Chan and Minho’s and oh my god they’re amazing, highly recommend.

my favourite series would have to be the bridge kingdom (totally underrated, if you like acotar/shatter me/cruel Prince you’ll love this)

Last Song:

My fave album rn is Searow’s new album and its absolutely beautiful i really recomend if you like tranquil music to give it a listen, my last kpop song i listened to was probably impurities by le sserafim because that song is a masterpiece and the best song to drive to

Here’s a link to my Spotify incase any of you want to see what I listen to hehe -> MY SPOTIFY ACCOUNT

Last Series:

im currently watching f4 thialand (it may or may not be because dew is in it and he is probably the finest man alive, but also win is an absolute gem) and im enjoying it so much. i watched meteor garden (the chinese version) years ago and i remembered loving it so i thought id give f4 thialand a try and its so good so far. its literally had me lolling so much i cba. the last series i finished watching was the new series of fate the winx saga (i grew up watching winx so it has a special place in my heart dont judge) BUT ITS BEEN FUCKING CANCELLED IM NOT OKAY i left a series of furious comments on the netflix page but alas no bueno. I also started watching extracurricular (kdrama) but I haven’t had time to finish it yet, as well as your name

Last Movie:

I WATCHED ‘BETTER DAYS (2019)’ LAST NIGHT I AM AN EMOTIONAL MESS I AM IN BITS WHAT THE FUCK WHY WAS IT THE BEST MOVIE I HAVE EVER WATCHED it has become my favourite for life and i dont even want to go to uni tpday so i can watch it again if anyone has watched it pls talk to me about it because i cant handle myself. Update: I’m currently watching spirited away while I write my uni assignment because it’s my comfort movie also I didn’t go to uni because I couldn’t be arsed 🫶🏻

Currently working on:

god so much ahhaha obviously begin again and friends with benefits are in the works, begin again is so close to being finished !! and friends with benefits is coming along nicely i love writing that story. i also started doing the fake texts and i (and you guys) love them sm so ill try and get all the members done this week but bear with me because i have an assignment due. i also have started two felix fics hhehrheheh but i sat down last night to write my ideas for the members down and i came up with some good ideas for seungmin and jeongin (i hardly see anyone write about them so i want to focus on making proper fics for them) so give me your thoughts as to what youd want to see after fwb and begin again are finished!!! 

Here’s some potential titles hehe no promises tho !!

-> Hit me with your best shot - Seungmin (college baseball seungmin x studious reader, frenemies to lovers)

-> From someone you know - Felix (good boy turned bad Felix x best friend reader)

-> Summer loving - Felix (childhood best friends to lovers, takes place over the course of one week - readers dad’s wedding)

-> Wherefore art thou Romeo? - Jeongin (theatre/music students Jeongin x theatre student reader, friends to lovers)

Im so ambitious hahahaha I just love coming up with ideas lol so let me know if any of these tickle your fancy

Thanks for reading!! Hope this helped you get to know me better

I’d like to tag @sstarryreads @gibbysupremeacyisreal @mal-lunar-28 and honestly anyone else who’d like to do this!! Don’t feel pressured to answer the tag, this is all just for fun 🫶🏻

#bang chan #changbin #felix lee #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #jeongin #hyunjin imagines #lee know #hyunjin x reader

[clivemwilliams]

Paris August 2022

What a terrific few days in Paris with Ellie, on her first trip to Paris, and Judith. We caught the Eurostar on Sunday evening from St Pancras and 2 hours later we arrived in Paris and 30 mins later having a late drink in a bar next to our hotel.

After a breakfast of pain au chocolats we strolled leisurely down to the Tuileries Garden by the Seine before visiting the Musée de L’Orangerie which contains some of Monet’s great water-lilly masterpieces as well as great pieces by Picasso, Cézanne and others - all very manageable in 90 mins. After lunch in the park we walked along the Seine before crossing to the Île de la Cité and Sainte Chapelle - the finest royal chapel in France with the most amazing stained glass windows. This was my second visit but the sight of those windows still took my breath away. By now we were desperate for a cup of tea and found a great French cafe that did a fine one, after which we caught the Metro back to our hotel.

Both Ellie and I had been recommended to have a meal at a Chârtier restaurant and there happened to be one close to our hotel so we gave it a go. Quite an experience- very basic, if you were on your own you’d be sat at a table with a stranger! The bill was written on your paper tablecloth- but quite cheap and really quick.

Ellie had told us that she had planned a surprise for us on Monday evening so after dinner we set out on a walk to our mystery destination which turned out to be Moulin Rouge where we had a terrific evening watching the spectacular cabaret. The dancers wore some amazing outfits, often just a few sequins! -although Judith and Ellie were disappointed that the male dancers were not similarly attired!

On Tuesday morning we walked to Sacré Cœur for the amazing views over the city followed by lunch of moules et frites at Montmartre adjacent to the portrait artists. We then caught the metro to the Eiffel Tower and managed to get tickets to go up to the 2nd level where we spent time eating macaroons, enjoying the views, and of course, having a nice cup of tea! We then went for a meal nearby before returning at dusk to see the tower lit up and at 10:00 pm the spectacular flashing lights display, which was pretty good.

On Wednesday the girls wanted to do some shopping so we visited a few deluxe department stores before deciding to head down some side streets and downmarket where quite a few dresses were purchased!

Another efficient Eurostar journey home and back in Bickleigh for 9:00pm.

I know we all had a great time and looking forward to our next trip!

[metamorphesque]

Water Lilies, Claude Monet

Monet planted the water lilies before he painted them. Monet organized his property at Giverny as though it were a huge painting. Thanks to a small army of gardeners, he diverted a river, planted water lilies, exotic flowers, weeping willows, bamboo trees, and willows. He seeded the pond and added enclosures with white chickens, ducks, and pheasants. Nature, recomposed by the artist, began to resemble his art. "My finest masterpiece," he later said, "is my garden."

#claude monet #art #water lilies #flowers #nature #romantic academia #light academia

[drewzeitlin]

Crafting Chronicles: Exploring Specialty Threads in Cross Stitch and Needlework

Ah, specialty threads! Those little wonders that add a dash of pizzazz to our humble cross-stitching endeavors. Picture this: you're sitting with your needle in hand, ready to weave magic into fabric. But wait, why settle for ordinary when you can jazz it up with specialty threads?

First up, we have metallic threads. These shiny strands are like the diamonds of the cross-stitch world, twinkling and shimmering as they catch the light. They're perfect for adding a touch of glamour to your projects, whether it's a dazzling border or a celestial scene that needs a bit of extra sparkle.

Then there's variegated thread, the chameleon of the stitching world. With its ever-changing hues, it's like painting with a rainbow. Watch as your stitches transform from one shade to the next, creating depth and dimension in your design. It's like having a mini-masterpiece in every stitch!

But why stop at the classics when you can dive into the world of luxury with silk thread? Smooth as butter and with a luster that rivals the finest pearls, silk thread adds an air of sophistication to your creations. It's the stuff dreams are made of, darling!

And let's not forget the wild cards, like glow-in-the-dark thread. Who knew cross-stitching could be so electrifying? With just a few stitches, you can turn your project into a glowing masterpiece that shines bright even in the darkest of nights.

But wait, there's more! From metallic blends to holographic threads, the world of specialty threads is vast and varied. Each one offers a new opportunity to push the boundaries of your creativity and bring your wildest stitching dreams to life.

So, why settle for ordinary when you can stitch with a touch of magic? Grab your needles, my friends, and let's embark on a stitching adventure like no other. With specialty threads by our side, there's no limit to what we can create!

If you would like more details of the cross stitch design at the top of the post click Peaceful Pink Rose Garden Cross Stitch Pattern

#crafts #cross stitch #pink roses #rose #rose garden #flowers #home decor #homemade #handmade #impressionism #needlework #needlecraft #watercolor #diy #diy craft #embroidery #specialty threads

[taimio]

The Art of Growing Pumpkins: A Step-by-Step Guide to Planting Your Own

Are you intrigued by the prospect of growing your own pumpkins, whether for tasty autumn soups or jolly Halloween jack-o’-lanterns? Our comprehensive guide titled “How Do You Plant Pumpkins?” will walk you through each step of this rewarding gardening journey. With engaging tips and straightforward advice, it's never been easier to successfully cultivate pumpkins in your own backyard. Your pumpkin gardening adventure starts now as you discover essential factors like the best planting time, choosing the ideal variety of pumpkin seeds, and learning efficient pumpkin care routines. Whether you're a newbie gardener or an experienced green thumb, our article promises to enrich your pumpkin planting knowledge, making your gardening endeavors fruitful and enjoyable.

How Do You Plant Pumpkins?

Everything You Need to Know About Growing Pumpkins

So, you've decided to take a stab at gardening, and pumpkins are your chosen muse. Let me tell you, it's a splendid choice indeed. There's something truly magical about watching those vibrant orange orbs emerge from the ground, as if by their own free will. But fear not, my fellow aspiring pumpkin farmer, for I shall guide you through the wondrous journey of planting these glorious gourds.

First things first, find a sunny spot in your garden that will shower your pumpkins with warmth and light. These babies love the sun, just like we love a good beach day. And hey, who doesn't want a little vitamin D in their lives?

Once you've secured the perfect spot, it's time to prepare the soil. Dig deep, my friend, and break up any clumps of dirt that may hinder your pumpkin's growth. Imagine yourself preparing a sumptuous feast, meticulously selecting the finest ingredients to create a masterpiece. That's the level of dedication we're talking about here.

Now, here comes the fun part. It's time to sow those pumpkin seeds and watch them sprout like eager children on the first day of school. Dig small holes, about one inch deep, and place two or three seeds into each one. Like a loving parent, give them some space to grow and flourish. Remember, even pumpkins need their personal bubble.

But wait, what about watering, you ask? Ah, the elixir of life. Water your pumpkin patch regularly, but not excessively. Like a thirsty traveler, they need a drink, but drowning them won't endear you to their hearts. Keep the soil moist, and you'll be rewarded with plump pumpkins begging to be turned into pie.

Remember, gardening is a dance between science and intuition. Listen to the whispers of nature, but also arm yourself with knowledge.

As your pumpkins start to grow, they might become a little crowded. It's like a bustling city out there, and these plants need their breathing room. Be brave, and thin out the weaker seedlings, allowing only the strongest to thrive. It's a tough decision, but sometimes we must make sacrifices for the greater pumpkin good.

Don't forget to lend a helping hand to your pumpkin friends. As they grow, gently guide their vines away from potential obstacles, like a concerned parent redirecting their child's path. Be their guardian angel, protecting them from the perils of life. After all, you want your pumpkins to grow up big and strong.

Finally, the moment arrives when your beloved pumpkins are ripe and ready for picking. Like a proud farmer, harvest them with care, savoring the sweet victory of your hard work. And remember, my friend, that gardening is not only about the end result but also the journey itself. Embrace the magic, the victories, and even the challenges, for they are what make the pumpkin-growing experience truly extraordinary.

Now, if you're craving more pumpkin-growing wisdom, here's an article that dives deeper into the secrets of nurturing these marvelous gourds. Happy gardening, my fellow pumpkin enthusiasts!

Learn more about gardening with Taim.io!

#Growing Pumpkins

[philconnor]

A Culinary Love Affair: My Seasons at The Pipe and Glass Inn

Nestled in the heart of the Yorkshire countryside, The Pipe and Glass Inn has become a cherished destination for me, a place where culinary excellence and the changing British seasons meet in perfect harmony. As a frequent patron, I've experienced the joy of dining here throughout the year, from the vibrant summer months in the garden to the cosy embrace of its indoor setting during the colder seasons.

Summer Splendour: Al Fresco Dining in the Garden

There's something truly magical about luncheoning in the garden of The Pipe and Glass during summer. As the sun casts its golden glow over the lush greenery, the garden becomes a vibrant backdrop for an unparalleled dining experience. The gentle hum of nature, coupled with the warm, balmy air, creates an atmosphere that is both invigorating and soothing.

The menu, a testament to the inn's commitment to seasonal and local produce, bursts with the fresh flavours of summer. Each dish is a celebration of the season, crafted with ingredients sourced from the surrounding countryside. Dining al fresco here, I often find myself savouring every bite, from the light, refreshing starters to the sumptuously prepared mains, each a culinary masterpiece in its own right.

Winter Warmth: The Cosy Indoors

As the seasons turn and the chill of winter sets in, The Pipe and Glass Inn transforms into a haven of warmth and comfort. The indoor dining experience here is a stark, yet equally delightful contrast to the summer months. The crackling of the log fire, the soft, ambient lighting, and the rustic charm of the interiors make for a cosy and inviting atmosphere.

The winter menu is a heartwarming embrace of comfort food, featuring richer, more robust flavours. Each dish, from the hearty soups to the indulgent mains, is like a warm hug on a cold day. The inn's commitment to seasonal produce continues to shine through, with each ingredient telling a story of the local landscape in winter.

The Pipe and Glass Experience: A Year-Round Delight

What truly sets The Pipe and Glass Inn apart, however, is the consistency of its excellence, regardless of the season. The staff's warm hospitality, the attention to detail in every dish, and the inn's enchanting setting make every visit a memorable experience. Whether basking in the summer sun in the garden or nestled indoors during the winter, the inn always manages to strike the perfect balance between elegance and comfort.

A Testament to British Gastronomy

The Pipe and Glass is not just a restaurant; it's a celebration of British gastronomy at its finest. The chefs' mastery in crafting dishes that pay homage to traditional British cuisine, while also embracing contemporary techniques, is commendable. Each meal here is not just a dining experience; it's a journey through the flavours and textures that define the rich culinary heritage of the region.

Phenomenal

My love affair with The Pipe and Glass Inn is one that continues to grow with each visit. Whether it's the joy of dining in the summer garden or the comfort of a winter meal indoors, this Michelin-starred haven never ceases to amaze. It stands as a beacon of culinary excellence, a place where the love for food and the beauty of the Yorkshire countryside come together in perfect harmony. For anyone who appreciates fine dining and the charm of the British countryside, a visit to The Pipe and Glass Inn is an absolute must.

The Pipe and Glass Inn, South Dalton - Yorkshire Michelin Star Pub

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Rule of Fairyland

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Chapter 24: All Hallows Eve

{Eight Moons}

{The grand garden was a breathtaking sight on All Hallows' Eve. Glistening candlelight filled every corner, casting enchanting shadows on the stone walls. The tables were laden with sumptuous feasts, and the aroma of magical dishes wafted through the air. Enchanted pumpkins carved with intricate designs lined the path to the garden, illuminating the way for guests.

Noble guests from realms near and far had gathered in their most enchanting attire, each one bedecked in gowns and robes that shimmered with ethereal beauty. The grand hall buzzed with laughter and conversation as everyone awaited the night's festivities.

At the beginning of the garden the royals patently waited and welcomed their guests to the festivities.

Ash wore a deep sapphire-blue robe adorned with silver embroidery that depicted the night sky. His circlet was a masterpiece, studded with gemstones that sparkled like stars.

Genevieve donned a gown that seemed to shimmer with its own inner light. Her dress was a mesmerizing blend of emerald green and moonlight silver, adorned with intricate floral patterns. Her circlet was a delicate masterpiece of leaves and vines, adorned with sparkling gems.

King Oberon, was a vision in his autumn-themed costume. He wore a robe that mimicked the colors of fall leaves, from vibrant oranges to deep reds and rich browns. His crown was adorned with acorns and oak leaves, a symbol of his connection to the natural world.

Queen Titania, looked ethereal in her costume. Her gown was a cascade of flowing white and silver fabric that seemed to glimmer like moonlight on water. Her crown was a delicate tiara adorned with glistening crystals, giving her an otherworldly aura.

King Lindir wore a robe woven from the finest forest-green fabric, adorned with intricate leaf motifs. His circlet was a masterpiece of natural elements, with delicate branches and leaves entwined.

Queen Albina, wore a gown in deep earthy tones, reminiscent of the forest floor. Her circlet was a work of art, crafted with moss and tiny woodland flowers that seemed to bloom under the soft candlelight.

The twins Princess Aurora and Prince Willow were dressed in enchanting costumes that mirrored the wonders of their realm. Princess Aurora's dress shimmered with starlight, while Prince Willow's attire was adorned with autumn leaves that seemed to rustle with every step.

After greeting guests Genevieve slowly walks over to a bench to sit down her hands resting on her gently swelling belly. She smiled as she watch's the twins play with the other children as they run about the garden as guests start to dance. Ash walks over to her with smile.}

{Ash} Do you feel up to dancing my love?

{Genevieve looks up at Ash, her eyes sparkling with love. She places her hand over his as it rests on her belly, feeling the gentle movements of their unborn child.}

{Genevieve} I would love to, Ash. Dancing under the stars on All Hallows' Eve with you sounds perfect.

{Ash extends his hand, and Genevieve takes it gracefully. With a gentle tug, he helps her to her feet. Together, they make their way to the center of the garden, where a beautiful dance floor has been created under a canopy of enchanted vines and blossoms. The realm's musicians play a hauntingly beautiful melody, setting the mood for the evening.}

{Genevieve} (whispering to Ash) It's hard to believe that next moon, our child will be in our arms, dancing with us.

{Ash} (smiling) Our family is about to grow, and I couldn't be happier. Every moment with you, Genevieve, is a moment to treasure.

{They begin to dance, their movements graceful and effortless. The world seems to fade away as they lose themselves in the music and each other's eyes.}

{Genevieve} (softly) All Hallows' Eve is a magical night, isn't it?

{Ash} (nods) Yes, my love. It's a night when the boundaries between our realm and others are at their thinnest, and magic is palpable in the air. It's the perfect night to celebrate our love and our growing family.

{As they dance, their love seems to radiate outwards, touching the hearts of those around them. The guests watch in awe as the future king and queen of the realm share a moment of profound connection and love.}

{Genevieve} I would love to, Ash. Dancing under the stars on All Hallows' Eve with you sounds perfect.

{Ash extends his hand, and Genevieve takes it gracefully. With a gentle tug, he helps her to her feet. Together, they make their way to the center of the garden, where a beautiful dance floor has been created under a canopy of enchanted vines and blossoms. The realm's musicians play a hauntingly beautiful melody, setting the mood for the evening.}

{Genevieve} (whispering to Ash) It's hard to believe that in just a few moons, our child will be in our arms, dancing with us.

{Ash} (smiling) Our family is about to grow, and I couldn't be happier. Every moment with you, Genevieve, is a moment to treasure.

{They begin to dance, their movements graceful and effortless. The world seems to fade away as they lose themselves in the music and each other's eyes.}

{Genevieve} (softly) All Hallows' Eve is a magical night, isn't it?

{Ash} (nods) Yes, my love. It's a night when the boundaries between our realm and others are at their thinnest, and magic is palpable in the air. It's the perfect night to celebrate our love and our growing family.

{As they dance, their love seems to radiate outwards, touching the hearts of those around them. The guests watch in awe as the future king and queen of the realm share a moment of profound connection and love.}

{In the distance, the twins, Aurora and Willow, watch their Aunt and Uncle with wide-eyed wonder. They hold hands, their young hearts filled with love for their family.}

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{Nyxen's eyes burned with hatred as he watched the joyful festivities from the shadows. The music, laughter, and dancing only fueled his anger and desire for revenge. He knew that he couldn't strike now, not with so many witnesses around. But he plotted and schemed, vowing to find a way to exact his vengeance on Ash and Genevieve. The night may have been filled with enchantment, but for Nyxen, it was a night of darkness and hatred.}

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{As Kendra strolled along the edge of the garden, she couldn't help but be enchanted by the sight of the children playing near the stack of pumpkins. Their laughter and giggles filled the air, adding to the festive atmosphere of the All Hallows' Eve celebration. The pumpkins, adorned with intricate carvings and enchanted to emit a soft, warm glow, created a magical backdrop for the youngsters' joyful antics. Kendra's heart swelled with happiness as she watched them, grateful for the moments of joy and innocence in a world often filled with challenges and dangers.

Kendra looked at Winter, the majestic Unicorn, with concern as she noticed the creature's worried snort. Unicorns were known for their keen instincts and sensitivity to the magical aura of the world. Kendra gently reached out to pat Winter's silky mane, her touch soft and reassuring.

{Kendra whispering} What troubles you, dear friend?

{Winter} I sense there is danger near. I can sense it

{Kendra's eyes widened as she listened to Winter's words. The majestic Unicorn's heightened senses were not to be taken lightly, and if it sensed danger, there was likely a real threat nearby. She patted Winter's flank reassuringly, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to address this potential danger discreetly.}

{Kendra whispering} Thank you for the warning. Stay vigilant, my friend, and keep an eye on our surroundings. I will inform the others discreetly and ensure that we take necessary precautions.

{With that, Kendra turned away from Winter and discreetly made her way toward the other guests, her heart pounding with a sense of urgency. She needed to find Genevieve and Ash and make sure they were aware of the potential danger lurking in the shadows.}

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{Genevieve's conversation with the centaurs was interrupted by a flicker of movement at the edge of the garden. She turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she caught sight of a mysterious figure in dark elven robes and a mask. The figure moved with an eerie grace, slipping through the shadows like a phantom.

Instinctively, Genevieve's hand moved to rest onto top of her bump. She exchanged a knowing look with the centaurs before excusing herself and silently making her way towards the intruder. She knew that the safety of her unborn child and the realm depended on her swift and decisive actions.

The masked figure seemed to sense her approach and turned to face her. Their mask concealed their identity, but their dark elven robes exuded an air of malevolence.}

{Genevieve} (firmly) Who are you, and what brings you to this celebration on All Hallows' Eve?

{The masked figure remained silent for a moment, their masked face giving nothing away. Then, in a voice that sent shivers down Genevieve's spine, they spoke.}

{Masked Figure} (sinister) You would do well not to interfere, Genevieve. The Court of Shadows has its own business to attend to, and your involvement will not be tolerated.

{Genevieve's hand rested protectively on her belly as she faced the enigmatic figure.}

{Genevieve} (resolute) I will not allow any harm to come to my child or my realm. Tell me your purpose here.

{The masked figure's response was chilling, their words laden with dark intent.}

{Masked Figure} (darkly) I have come for what is rightfully mine. The Court of Shadows seeks the child of pure magic, the key to our salvation.

{Genevieve's eyes narrowed with determination.}

{Genevieve} (defiant) You will not lay a finger on my child. I will protect them with everything I have.

{The masked figure's laughter echoed in the night, a stark contrast to the joyful celebration in the garden.}

{Masked Figure} (mocking) We shall see, Genevieve. The night is young, and the shadows are on our side.

{With those ominous words, the masked figure turned and melted into the shadows, leaving Genevieve with a deep sense of foreboding. The peaceful celebration of All Hallows' Eve had been disrupted by a new and dangerous threat, and Genevieve knew that she would need the support of her loved ones to confront the Court of Shadows once more.

Turning back towards the garden, she couldn't help but wonder what other challenges this fateful night would bring and how she and her family would face them together.}

Genevieve's heart raced as the masked figure disappeared into the shadows, leaving her with a chilling sense of unease.

{Genevieve} (whispering to herself) I must warn Ash and the others. We cannot underestimate the danger they pose.

{With determination in her eyes, Genevieve hurried back to the center of the garden where the celebration continued. She spotted Ash, who was dancing with Princess Aurora, and her heart swelled with love for him.

Genevieve's heart raced as she saw Kendra following the masked figure into the shadows. She knew she had to reach Kendra and confront this mysterious threat, but just as they were about to step into the shadows, a haunting flute melody filled the air, freezing both the guests and the royal couple in their tracks.

The music was otherworldly, its haunting notes seeping into their souls, rendering them momentarily helpless. The guests, once filled with joy and celebration, now stood in eerie silence, their attention drawn to the source of the mesmerizing melody.

As the haunting flute melody filled the air, the guests and the royal couple found themselves unable to move. It was as if an invisible force held them in its thrall, their eyes fixed on the source of the music.

Genevieve's heart raced, and she could feel the power of the melody washing over her, pulling at her very soul. She exchanged a panicked look with Ash, who was equally entranced.

The masked figure finally spoke, their voice carrying an air of dark authority.

{Masked Figure} (sinister) Welcome, dear guests, to our All Hallows' Eve gathering. You have been graced with the presence of the Court of Shadows.

{The Masked Figure's words were laced with malevolence, and a sense of foreboding settled over the garden. They raised a gloved hand, and the moonlight caught the glint of silver on their fingers, each adorned with a sinister ring bearing an emblem of a shadowy crescent moon.}

{Masked Figure} (mocking) How fortunate you are to witness the unveiling of our grand plan, a plan that will reshape the very fabric of your realm.

Genevieve and Ash exchanged a glance, their determination to protect their realm and their child burning brighter in the face of this ominous threat. The guests, once entranced by the melody, were now focused on the masked figure, awaiting their next words with a mixture of fear and defiance.

Queen Titania, her heart filled with both motherly love and the determination to protect her children, rushed forward to gather Princess Aurora and Prince Willow into her arms. Her elegant gown billowed around her as she scooped them up, holding them close to her.

{Queen Titania} (whispering soothingly) My darlings, fear not. Mother is here, and we will keep you safe.

{Aurora and Willow clung to their mother, their young faces reflecting a mixture of fear and trust. They knew that their parents and the realm's allies would do everything in their power to shield them from the looming threat of the Court of Shadows.}

{Princess Aurora} (softly) We trust you, Mother.

{Prince Willow} (with determination) And we'll help protect our family and our realm.

{Titania's heart swelled with pride at her children's bravery. She exchanged a glance with King Oberon, who stood steadfast beside her, and they both shared a silent understanding that their family's love and unity would be their greatest weapon against the darkness that threatened their realm.}

{Masked Figure} (mocking) How fortunate you are to witness the unveiling of our grand plan, a plan that will reshape the very fabric of your realm.

{Genevieve and Ash exchanged a glance, their determination to protect their realm and their child burning brighter in the face of this ominous threat. The guests, once entranced by the melody, were now focused on the masked figure, awaiting their next words with a mixture of fear and defiance.}

{Masked Figure} (darkly) You see, dear guests, we of the Court of Shadows have long sought the power of pure magic, a power that can only be harnessed by the child of Princess Genevieve and Prince Ash. This child, innocent and untainted, holds the key to our salvation, our ascension to unimaginable heights of power.

{A murmur of disbelief and anger rippled through the crowd. King Oberon and Queen Titania, King Lindir and Queen Albina, Princess Aurora, and Prince Willow stood resolute, ready to defend their realm and their beloved rulers.}

{King Oberon} (firmly) You will not lay a hand on our family, nor shall you ever attain the power you seek.

{Queen Titania} (determined) The Court of Shadows will find no sanctuary here.

{King Lindir} (with conviction) We will stand united against your darkness.

{Queen Albina} (defiant) The forest itself shall rise against you.

{The Masked Figure chuckled darkly, their amusement cutting through the tension like a knife.}

{Masked Figure} (sinister) How valiant. How noble. But I assure you, our plans are already in motion, and there is nothing you can do to stop us.

{Genevieve's hand tightened around Ash's, and their resolve deepened. They knew that the battle ahead would be perilous, but their love and the unity of their realm would serve as their greatest strength.}

{Genevieve} (defiant) You underestimate the power of love and unity, and you will learn that we will do whatever it takes to protect our family and our realm.

{Ash} (with unwavering determination) The Court of Shadows will find that they have awakened a force greater than they could have ever imagined.

{The Masked Figure's laughter echoed through the garden, a sinister sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who stood against them. Despite the ominous presence before them, Genevieve and Ash stood firm, their hands tightly interlocked, drawing strength from their love and the unity of their realm.}

{Masked Figure} (mocking) Ah, love and unity, such fragile ideals. We shall see just how far they can carry you in the face of our darkness.

{With those words, the Masked Figure raised a gloved hand, and shadows began to swirl around them. The very air seemed to darken, and the moonlight dimmed as if in response to the encroaching malevolence.

But as the darkness crept closer, a soft, ethereal light began to emanate from the hands of the gathered royals and their allies. King Oberon, Queen Titania, King Lindir, Queen Albina, Princess Aurora, Prince Willow, and countless others joined Genevieve and Ash in a collective display of unity and love.

The radiant light pushed back against the encroaching shadows, creating a barrier that held the Masked Figure at bay. The realm's defenders stood together, their hearts beating as one, unwavering in their resolve to protect their family and their realm.}

{Genevieve} (with conviction) Love and unity are not fragile; they are the most potent magic of all.

{Ash} (resolute) We will stand together, and the Court of Shadows will never prevail.

{The Masked Figure recoiled, unable to breach the barrier of love and unity that surrounded them. Their sinister laughter turned into a growl of frustration, and they vanished into the shadows, retreating for the moment.

The garden was once again filled with moonlight, and the guests, their spirits buoyed by the display of unity, let out a collective sigh of relief. Genevieve and Ash, their hands still tightly entwined, looked around at their allies, their hearts filled with gratitude.}

{King Oberon} (with pride) Love and unity shall always prevail over darkness.

{Queen Titania} (nodding) We are a family, and together, we are unstoppable.

{As the All Hallows' Eve celebration continued, the realm's defenders knew that their battle against the Court of Shadows had only just begun. But they also knew that their love and unity would be their greatest strength in the face of the looming darkness, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united as one.

The All Hallows' Eve celebration resumed, with the realm's defenders and their allies more determined than ever to protect their family and their realm. The garden once again filled with laughter, music, and the joy of the festivities, as the guests sought to banish the lingering shadows of the Masked Figure's presence.

Genevieve and Ash, still holding hands, felt the warmth of their united realm around them. They knew that the Court of Shadows would not give up so easily, but they also knew they had the strength of love, unity, and the support of their loyal subjects to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The night wore on, and as the moon rose higher in the sky, the garden transformed into a place of enchantment once more. Guests danced, laughed, and reveled in the magic of the evening of All Hallows Eve, their hearts filled with hope and determination.

Princess Aurora and Prince Willow, their youthful innocence undimmed by the earlier encounter, played among the pumpkins and enchanted decorations, their laughter a reminder of the beauty and wonder of their realm.

As Genevieve and Ash joined the festivities, they shared a moment of quiet reflection.}

{Genevieve} (softly) We faced darkness tonight, my love, but we also witnessed the power of our realm's unity and love.

{Ash} (smiling) Indeed, Genevieve. Our family and our realm are stronger than ever, and together, we will protect all that we hold dear.

{As Ash and Genevieve shared that tender moment and declared their unwavering love for each other and their realm, a sense of hope and determination washed over the garden. The realm's defenders and guests watched in awe as Ash, with a smile that reflected his love and confidence, swept Genevieve up into a waltz.

Despite her heavy pregnancy, Genevieve moved gracefully, her trust in Ash and their profound connection allowing her to dance with a lightness that defied her condition. The music flowed around them, the enchanting melody matching the rhythm of their hearts as they waltzed under the moonlit canopy.

The guests, who had witnessed the couple's strength and unity in the face of danger, erupted in applause and cheers, their admiration and support evident. It was a moment of pure magic, a testament to the love that bound the realm together.

King Oberon and Queen Titania, King Lindir and Queen Albina, Princess Aurora, and Prince Willow joined the dance, forming a circle of unity and love around Ash and Genevieve. They waltzed together, their spirits lifted by the power of the moment.

As the night continued, the realm's defenders and their guests danced under the stars, their hearts filled with hope and the knowledge that together, they would face whatever challenges the future held. Love, unity, and the strength of family would be their guiding light, shining even in the darkest of times.

Under the moonlit sky, the dance continued, a celebration of love, unity, and the resilience of their realm. Genevieve and Ash led the way, their graceful movements and the profound connection between them inspiring all those in attendance.

The waltz carried on, the music filling the garden with its enchanting melody. Princess Aurora and Prince Willow twirled with youthful enthusiasm, their laughter ringing out like silver bells. The other guests joined in, forming a sea of swirling gowns and robes, their hearts alight with the spirit of the night.

King Oberon and Queen Titania shared a dance that spoke of their enduring love and partnership, while King Lindir and Queen Albina's graceful movements mirrored the harmony of the forest they ruled. The realm's defenders and their loyal subjects moved as one, a united front against the darkness that loomed.

As the dance continued, the magic of All Hallows' Eve seemed to infuse the garden once more. The enchanted pumpkins glowed brighter, casting a warm, welcoming light, and the stars above sparkled with added brilliance.}

{Genevieve} (whispering to Ash) This is our realm's true strength, Ash—our love, our unity, and the bonds we share with our people.

{Ash} (smiling) You're right, my love. It's a reminder that together, there's nothing we can't overcome.

{Their waltz carried them through the night, and as the first light of dawn began to paint the horizon, the garden was alive with the joy and resilience of their realm. The Court of Shadows might have unleashed darkness, but they had also ignited a light within the hearts of all who stood against them—a light that would guide them through the challenges to come.

And so, on that All Hallows' Eve, they danced not only in celebration but also in defiance, knowing that their love and unity would be the beacon that would lead them to victory, no matter what lay ahead.

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