#persie has the best dresses

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How do you feel about the Ford Family?

This question brought to mind the Conan plays video games series, where he rates each video game at the end by saying on a scale of 1 to 166 where 1 is average and 166 is average and 17 is really good, he'd give it a 44XXIV or some equally nonsensical rating. If A is for A plus, and F is for failure, I'd rate most of the Fords an E in that they exist.

Most especially, Owen Ford merely existed to me; his function in the plot was Leslie's new husband haha. Same with Kenneth. He had "captain of the football team in high school" vibes, and to be fair, that's who he was intended to be. Rilla was the popular girl who lives in a bubble only to get slammed with the reality of WWI. Persis always fascinated me because her name is really cool, but I don't think we ever really learn much about her either.

Leslie though...Leslie almost seemed like someone out of a noir film. The first description we get of her IS something out of a movie:

The girl was tall and wore a dress of pale blue print. She walked with a certain springiness of step and erectness of bearing. She and her geese came out of the gate at the foot of the hill as Anne and Gilbert passed. She stood with her hand on the fastening of the gate, and looked steadily at them, with an expression that hardly attained to interest, but did not descend to curiosity. It seemed to Anne, for a fleeting moment, that there was even a veiled hint of hostility in it. But it was the girl's beauty which made Anne give a little gasp—a beauty so marked that it must have attracted attention anywhere. She was hatless, but heavy braids of burnished hair, the hue of ripe wheat, were twisted about her head like a coronet; her eyes were blue and star-like; her figure, in its plain print gown, was magnificent; and her lips were as crimson as the bunch of blood-red poppies she wore at her belt.

Beautiful and hostile--that summarizes Leslie Ford. I've talked about her before, and my take on her is that she isn't a good friend, but she is a good character. Leslie Ford is hard to judge because she's like a skittish wounded animal in a trap who's willing to gnaw off its own leg to escape. She's rude to Anne, including the scene where she tells Anne that since Anne's baby died, now they can truly be friends (!!) even if the narrative presents it as acceptable. She is by far the most interesting member of the Ford family (although, to be fair, she also receives the most attention from the story). She's standoffish, hostile, cruel, and above all, heartbroken. Most of Leslie Ford's actions are explained by the fact that she is heartbroken. Not due to a lost love, like Miss Lavender, but due to traumatic events that would be impossible to forget--such as seeing her 8 year old brother be crushed by a wagon wheel.

To be honest, I always wished for another glimpse at Leslie's life after AHOD. I know we get snippets of her living her best life in Japan and so forth, but I wonder at the radical flip her life did in a matter of weeks. How could you react to something like that? After so many soul destroying things happen to you, would you be able to accept something good? What was that transition like for her? Did she wake up in the middle of the night years later, dully thinking she needed to check on Dick only to realize? I love LMM because of her happy endings, and I'm delighted Leslie got hers, but she's such a rich character that I kind of wanted more. I don't think the things that happened to her are the type you're able to forget, even if everything gets resolved. Personally I'd have trust issues for the rest of my life haha (Esp. after the twist with her husband, I would literally be doubting my entire world forever lmao). I also just realized she's Rilla's future mother in law, which is an interesting intersection of personalities.

So, to the point, most of them are decent but Leslie is a cut above the rest. Of all the characters in Anne, she probably has one of the darkest storylines, from watching her baby brother die a violent death to a coerced marriage. It's interesting to me that Kenneth doesn't seem to have been affected by his mother's traumatic background at all although we do get so little of his perspective, and it reminds me of the Blythe children appear not to know that Gilbert and Anne ever disliked each other or that Anne was neglected as a child (see: Di Blythe being shocked in Ingleside about Anne saying she was very hungry as a child, or TBAQ in which the kids are astonished at their parents referring to old spats).

#leslie ford #kenneth ford #aogg #anne's house of dreams #lm montgomery #yes i'm off tumblr for lent but according to the RULES I can have today off #no i will not elaborate

[shatteredfears-arch]

actual write up later whennincan think again but: basic thoughts for the post village ‘i do what i want’ thing re cassie;

She probably reforms from the crystalisis in dukes shop, bc he kept all the bodies for a reason, if a duke wants to do a thread w rhay then -fingerguns\ hit me up

Can no longer attack Ethan. At all. Circa 7 when ethan was first infected and couldnt fight elder eveline, but could fight everyone else. hes the host now, she cant do anything to him. I’m guessing it was the same for miranda, so while she was disdainful towards her, and wouldnt have fought her anyways bc momma would be disappointed, she definitely physically cant now. The Mold says no.

As with my personal canon from transferring my Faerie Halfling char into cassie, she still has fae blood which likely was a delicious treat for the good old mold. do w that what you will. but even mutated beyond belief shes still a halfling, but anything regarding that is primarily reserved for persy and owlys threads unless others want to experiment there, and she was just a witchy human in canon compliant verses.

Once she wakes up, she loses the ability to turn into a swarm. all her buggos died off. She’d need to collect an entirely new swarm before she can do it again, but the contrast point there is she can be in the cold again. But, yknow, no buggy power lol.

she’s still violent, but given her entire family is basically dead… she gets a tiny pass for now.

probably the only person shes 100% trusting is the duke (lol 100% more like 50%), and maybe hatter @ owly, but not a lot else. If threads w post village others occur (unkie, auntie, fishy, etc), its a case by case basis. she did actually like her relatives.. mostly. but her momma being gone rly puts a damper on her trusting capabilities.

her hunting skills outside of the bugging are still present please dont think shes easy to hurt now, shes angry and volatile and will stab first think later.

she didnt wake up in her hunting dress. I actually picture it more like how zoe woke up in EoZ dlc, like the crystalisis became her current outfit, and she probably hasnt gotten and doesnt care to get anything else rn. her most important bits are somehow magically covered though so whatever.

she did not have any feelings regarding rose in the first place. she did not care that ethan was looking for his daughter. she doesn’t understand that point of view. while overly empathetic pre transformation, her empathy levels dropped significantly before she even turned, and afterwards she turned almost entirely into a sadist. While her desperate desire for family returns at the loss of her sisters and mom, she had no qualms about any of that before. Her only issues with ethan were that she was told he was her prey, and she wanted to succeed in her kill. Proving herself to Alcina is always her first goal, and ethan killing Bela and making alcina pissed off and cina telling cass to take care of him set her off even further on the hunt. She does not like ethan now because he killed her family, but she can no longer touch him. Probably, considering Rose’s own reality with the mold, she’d at worst consider Rose an irritating pest.. but one her mother tolerated. At best, maybe consider her a form of family because of the mold, but.. dislike her the way the rest of the family hates each other lmao.

her head wound is still there, the tattoo (which in my canon already wasn’t fully formed, because I like how in the concept art the filter makes it look less and less visible on each daughter going down, and i like the idea of bela being the only one with the full tattoo) has faded even more. At this point, it’s mostly just a portion of a rose and the bladed stem, but nothing else.

The dark splotches under her eyes that look like crying mascara stains are still there, not super dark, but there.

her hands still look corrupted and messed up, like if the gloves are off it still looks like gloves ghosting up her arms, thats still there. But the more claw like shape has faded to more proper hand like looks.

eyes the same, one gold one silver, no vision in her right eye. her balance is off because of dyspraxia. shes evil but shes trying be nice

throw ideas at me lets write together when im free from overworked underpaid hell

#out. #/floats to #anYWAYS #also now her memories are evn MORE fucked up bc she died again #so past life memories and present life memories are blending even more so shes really fuckijg pissed off lmao #also others w post village aus.. talk to me plot w me les do things #again im not free much but pls #cassie craves violence #i jaut saw mark uploaded part one of himnplaying dlc guess my nights plANNED

[madebyleftovermuses]

👠 sapphire

She honestly gets her fancy clothes from Persie’s closet

Send me a 👠 + oc and I’ll make them some formal wear

#hughstheforcelou #riverdale oc #oc: sapphire 'pyre' keller #persie has the best dresses #fancy babe #pyre answered #riverdale answered #answered

[upat4amwiththemoon]

As Free As An Avis part 3

Summary: A princess and a commoner falling in love was a scandal on itself, but them both being women just adds fuel to the fire.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: this story will deal with homophobia and sexism, this story is mostly historically inaccurate, slight abuse/hitting

Word count: 3897

a/n: sorry this took so long! Hopefully you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated :)

Tags: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @themagnificentmx @raven-reyes-wife @spongebobtentacles

A full month of getting ready for the ball was much more hectic than Wanda anticipated. Everyone in the castle was running around, bumping into each other as they took new linens, dishes and candles to brighten up the place. As promised, Y/N bought Wanda a fancy dress to wear and gave her jewelry to use. After a long time of going conversation, the jewelry ended up being Wanda’s. She didn’t want to take it, but Y/N insisted on giving it to her, she couldn’t say no to that face.

The ball is tomorrow and Wanda is as nervous as she can be. She has never been to a ball in her life. She doesn’t know how to act there or what talk about. The only thing she is happy about is Y/N. She is her safety in unfamiliar circumstances. She knows she’ll help her get through the ball, even though Y/N has to please her possible suitors. Wanda is aware how little she likes them from all their late night talks.

During the month of getting ready for the ball, Wanda has notices even stronger feelings towards Y/N. She has tried to keep them away as much as possible, but at times they come out in ways Wanda couldn’t even imagine.

“See how adorable they are?” Y/N stares at the small ducklings swimming in the pond. Her mouth slightly open and her eyes are wide. Wanda hums, her attention completely on Y/N rather than the ducks. “Where do you think they live?” She reaches her hand closer to the ducks. Wanda lets out another hum, not paying attention to what Y/N is saying. “Are you even listening to me, Wanda?” Her voice is playful as she turns around to look at her.

Before Wanda can answer, Y/N’s hand that she was leaning on, slips, making Y/N fall into the pond. She lets out a shriek, scaring away the ducklings. “Y/N!” Wanda kneels next to the pond, taking hold of her hand to pull her up.

Y/N raises to the surface laughing. She is completely soaked. “That was fun.” Her giggles die down. She stares at Wanda with a playful glint in her eyes. Gripping her wrist tightly, she pulls Wanda into the pond with her.

“No!” Wanda splashes into the water, almost on top of Y/N. “Why would you do that?” She looks at now wholeheartedly laughing Y/N, who looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Wanda can’t even start laughing with her when she notices how close they are. Her arms are on both sides of Y/N and one of her legs is between hers. She’s practically leaning on top of Y/N, which makes Wanda blush instantly.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like getting a little wet?” Y/N continues her giggling, sounding like a school girl. Wanda groans, dropping her head to her shoulder. Y/N lifts her hand to grip it around Wanda’s waist. “The workers are staring.” She whispers.

Wanda scrambles up, pulling Y/N to the dry land with her. “Lets get you dried up, Your Highness.”

“Of course, Miss Maximoff.” She fakes her best ‘professional’ voice, before wrapping her pinkie around Wanda’s and walking towards the castle with her.

”Do you like this?” Y/N clasps yet another expensive looking necklace to Wanda’s neck. Wanda looks at herself from the mirror. She gently touches the hanging emerald. “It really brings out your eyes.”

Wanda smiles. “I like them all, Y/N.”

Y/N groans loudly, throwing her head back. “You can’t say you like every single one. Pick the one you like the most.”

Wanda eyes all the jewelry in front of her. There are different necklaces, earrings, bracelet and rings. Her hand keeps fiddling the piece of jewelry on her neck. She feels guilty taking something so luxurious from Y/N, but she is pretty persistent on giving them to Wanda.

“I like this one.”

“Then it shall be yours.” Y/N sets her hands on Wanda’s shoulder, slightly leaning forward to look at Wanda through the mirror. “You look beautiful.” Her voice is quieter, lower. It’s right by Wanda’s ear, making her shiver. She hopes Y/N doesn’t notice her tense posture, or her trying to avoid looking at her cleavage. If she notices, she doesn’t say anything.

“Thank you.”

Y/N stands up straight and smiles like Wanda didn’t just almost have a heart attack due to her closeness. “No need to thank me. It’ll go great with your dress.” She goes to her wardrobe and starts looking through her dresses, not having decided which dress to wear yet, while Wanda sits still on the chair, trying to calm down her breathing.

Wanda sits on top of Y/N’s bed, watching Y/N brush her hair. She’s in her nightgown and she is bare of all the jewelry and makeup she usually wears. Still she’s the most beautiful woman Wanda has ever seen. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” She sets the brush down and turns around in her chair to see Wanda.

“A little. Are you?”

Y/N sighs, leaning her chin to the back of the chair. “Not really, I have been in many balls and met multiple suitors during my life. I suppose the only thing making me nervous are my parents.” She stands up and sits back down next to Wanda. She picks the skin around her fingers, something Wanda has noticed her doing often. ”But everything will be alright, nothing can go wrong.”

Absolutely nothing.

The day of the ball. Nerves are wracking through the castle, everyone is running in the halls, doing last minute fixes before the guests start arriving.

Even Y/N is getting ready, though not with Wanda. Yelena, who is already dressed for the ball, is the one tightening the strings of her corset, while another maid is helping Wanda with her dress. She wants them to see each other in their dresses for the first time at the ball.

Y/N grunts. “Why don’t you make it a little more tighter, huh?” She holds on to the table in front of her, staring at Yelena through the mirror with clear displeasure. Yelena shrugs and pulls the strings even tighter. “Not actually! I was joking, Yelena.”

“I know.” Grinning, Yelena toes the strings into a bow. “Step into the dress, please.”

Y/N steps into the black and gold gown on the floor. Yelena lifts it up and helps to put the sleeves through her arms. After tying the laces on the dress, Yelena takes the golden tiara from its pillow and puts it on Y/N’s head carefully.

“Gorgeous.” Yelena smiles, taking a few steps back to see the whole outfit.

“You think?” Y/N looks at herself from the mirror, turning around to see different angles. Yelena hums in confirmation. “Good.” She turns to Yelena with a smirk. “I can’t wait to see my mother’s face when I descend the stairs, fashionably late, in the dress she despises.”

Yelena scoffs and shakes her head. Truly she is excited to see the reactions, but sometimes her dramatics can be a little much. “Why does she hate it.”

“It’s too bold, too attention seeking, not feminine enough, too strong.” The gown is fully black with sharp gold colored metal details on the upper part of it. She got the dress from Natasha as a birthday gift. No matter how much Y/N’s parents adored Natasha, they simply hated her style. It was confident and, in their words, too scary for a woman to wear.

“I love it and so will Wanda.”

Y/N doesn’t miss the sly look on Yelena’s face, but she decides to ignore it, knowing her it never means something good. She clears her throat. “When will the ball start?”

“Soon, you have enough time to arrive there late.” Yelena does small fixes on Y/N’s appearance, making sure she looks perfect. “Which means, I have to leave. I can’t be late for the ball.”

“Right.” Y/N smiles, gently slapping Yelena’s fussing hands away. “Remember to keep my parents occupied, I need to make an entrance.”

”Yes, yes, I will.” Yelena playfully slaps Y/N’s side before leaving the room.

Y/N takes a deep breath, sitting down to her bed. This definitely isn’t her first ball and won’t be the last, but somehow it feels different. For some reason she is feeling more free going to the ball, most likely because of Wanda, but at the same time she feels like she should impress people, this is also probably because of Wanda. At times, Wanda is in the middle of every thought and decision. What should she wear, how to act and what to say. Not that she’d ever let anyone know. She just really wants to be her friend. A close friend.

The feeling is mutual. Wanda is wiping her sweaty palms to her dress, desperately trying to hide her nervousness from the mingling people around her. The balls is on full swing but the only thing she can do is look for Y/N.

Her parents and brother are talking with different royalties and rich people, they look like they belong to the ball. Wanda doesn’t understand how they do it so easily. She knows she looks like an important person, despite being a servant, in her fabulous dress that Y/N bought. It almost doesn’t feel real, being around all these people in a castle.

Wanda notices Yelena walk past her, she almost stops her to ask where Y/N is, but stops when all the people turn to look at the stairs. Turning around, Wanda gasps at the sight. Y/N is descending the stairs slowly, her eyes looking over the crowd as her hand touches the railing lightly. Her eyes find Wanda’s, making her smirk. Wanda’s mouth is hanging open and her eyes are wide. Y/N looks absolutely stunning in her conversation starting dress. The people are already whispering amongst themselves. Some applauding the Princess’ appearance, other throwing around negative comments.

Y/N takes a champagne glass from a waiter on her way to Wanda. The guests turn back into their groups, the hall fills with noise once again. “Looking good.” Her eyes move up and down on Wanda’s body. Shivers go through her. Wanda opens and closes her mouth, trying to get some words out, but it feels like everything is gone from her head. Y/N giggles, sipping her drink. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Yes.” Wanda whispers breathily. Y/N laughs, louder this time. “You look...absolutely fabulous.”

Y/N turns her head away from Wanda’s intense gaze, smiling widely. “Thank you.” She mumbles, taking a small bottle seemingly out of nowhere. Pouring the clear liquid into her glass, she turns back to Wanda with her familiar smirk. “Ready to party?”

Wanda nods quickly. “Definitely.”

Before Y/N can say anything, a man comes up to the two. “May I have this dance, Your Highness.” He holds out his hand, bowing.

Y/N sighs, rolling her eyes she downs the whole glass of alcohol and gives it to Wanda. “Do you mind holding this while I dance. I’m really sorry, gotta make my parents happy and all that.” She takes the man’s hand, throwing Wanda one last apologetic smile.

“It’s okay.” Wanda whispers, though Y/N is long gone to the dance floor. The man holds her too close to Wanda’s liking, to be honest, he looks like a nasty man. She frowns.

“She’s the one you got a massive crush on?” Pietro’s sudden appearance next to Wanda makes her jump. She slaps his arm, shushing him. “Relax, sister. No one is paying attention to us. If you don’t mind me saying, she looks ravishing.”

“I do mind. So, shut up.” Wanda grits her teeth, looking at the other men and princes looking at Y/N with lust filled eyes. “And no, I do not have a massive crush on her.”

“Right.” Pietro puts his arm over Wanda’s shoulder, grinning at the look on her sister’s face. “You’re murdering every man with you gaze for no reason then?” Wanda groans, laying her head on top of Pietro’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you get her. Besides, I’d like to meet the lady who invades my little sister’s mind every second.” With that, Pietro starts walking away.

“You’re only 12 minutes older than me!” Wanda shouts after him, getting some dirty looks from the people near her. She huffs. Smoothing down her dress, she starts looking for her parents, never taking her eyes off of Y/N.

The ball is going wonderfully, at least to most people. Y/N has danced with many men and drank many drinks, perhaps a few too many. Wanda has spent her time talking with her parents and Pietro, occasionally exchanging few words with Yelena and even Natasha, who clearly notices the glances she kept throwing to Y/N’s way.

The songs playing finally finishes. The dance partners bow and courtesy to each other before going on their way. Y/N’s dance partner walks away and for the first time, no one comes to offer their hand to her. Pietro nods towards her, signaling Wanda to step in. She takes a deep breath and nods, walking to Y/N, who is sipping her drink.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Wanda! Hi.” Y/N giggles, still holding the glass to her lips. Her eyes are shining and she is slightly out of breath from all the dancing. “Are you liking the ball?”

“Yes, of course.” Wanda coughs, glancing at her brother who is nodding eagerly. “Would you like to meet my brother and spend some time with me?”

“Absolutely!” Y/N’s voice is a little too loud and her steps are uncoordinated.

Wanda takes hold of her arm as the two start walking towards her family. “How much have you drank?”

“Oh, you know, like ten-ish glasses or so. And my own special drink. I can’t get through these without some liquid courage.”

“Uh huh.” Wanda can’t help but giggle at the Princess’ state. “Y/N meet Pietro, my brother, Pietro meet Y/N, the princess.” She introduces the two as they stop in front of her family. “My parents you’ve already met.”

Pietro bows deeply. He takes Y/N’s hand to her own and kisses it. “Thank you for honoring us with your presence, Your Highness.” Wanda groans, glaring at Pietro while he continues overdoing everything, mocking what Wanda has taught him about the proper manners in the castle.

Y/N starts giggling, pulling her hand away from Pietro’s. “It’s great to meet you too, Pietro. We’ll get along just fine.” She turns to the twins parents. “I’m glad to see you again, Mrs. and Mr. Maximoff.”

Iryna laughs, waving her hand. “Please dear, no need for those.” Her eyes drop down to Wanda holding onto Y/N. She glances at Pietro, who is looking at the same thing while smirking. “The ball is beautiful, Y/N. Thank you for inviting us.”

“Of course, the pleasure is all mine.” She winks at Wanda before turning to look around the sea of people. “Do tell if you see my parents, I’m kind of hiding from them.” Y/N whispers to Wanda, so her family wouldn’t hear her, though her whispering isn’t as quiet as she wants it to be.

“What is the reason for your hiding?” Wanda raises a brow. “Other than you being drunk?”

Y/N rolls her eyes with a breathy laugh. “My dress.” She twirls around, Wanda stopping her when her steps are getting a little too all over the place. “I wore the dress to defy my parents, but I still don’t want to hear them scolding me how Natasha is bad influence for me and I shouldn’t spend so much time with her, yada yada. You know how it goes.”

Wanda keeps Y/N on her place by holding onto her forearms as she tries to flail around while talking. “No, I don’t.”

“Right.” She sighs deeply, pointing to Wanda. “Good family,” Then she points to herself. “Bad family.” Wanda hums, not necessarily agreeing with her as she fears someone near them would hear, but not disagreeing either. “Well, I believe I promised Natasha a dance. Have you seen her?”

”She was at the food table with Yelena just a second ago.”

“Got it, thank you Wan.” Y/N starts somewhat walking towards the other room, but Wanda’s hand stops her. She turns to blushing and nervous looking Wanda. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I was just wondering...if you’d like to dance with me after?”

“Of course! I thought it was obvious I’d save my last dance for you.” Y/N smiles widely. “You know that’s the most important dance, right?”

“Yeah, I know that, obviously.” Wanda laughs quietly while playing with her fingers.

“Yeah?” Y/N has a slight smirk on her lips as she watches Wanda nod. “Come get me when the slow song starts.” She walks away to the full food table where Natasha and Yelena are joking around, away from the other guests.

“Ah! My lady.” Natasha sets down her plate before extending her hand for Y/N. “You look stunning. Ready to dance?”

“I am. Are you?” Y/N giggles, grabbing her hand.

Natasha pulls Y/N closer and takes hold of her waist. “Always.” The two walk back to the dance floor, getting some dirty looks from the people near them. Natasha starts twirling her around, at times stopping to support her so she wouldn’t fall.

At the end of the song Tony Stark, a well known and very rich man, steps into Natasha and Y/N’s bubble, stopping them to talk. “Sorry to interrupt, but may I have the next dance, Your Highness.” He bows, keeping his eyes on Y/N the whole time.

Natasha rolls her eyes, but stays quiet, knowing it isn’t her place to say anything. She’d love to, but it’s not worth getting her and Y/N into trouble. Something Y/N doesn’t seem to care about right now. “No, you can’t. I already reserved my last dance with someone way better looking than you, so leave me alone.” Y/N turns back to Natasha, ignoring the dumbfound expression on Tony’s face. She giggles at Natasha’s wide eyes and goes back to dancing with her as he leaves.

“Your parents are going to murder you.” Natasha laughs with Y/N, jumping around the dance floor.

The song ends soon after the interaction. The King and Queen walk over to the two, looking eerily calm as they pass the quests with smiles and quick conversations. When they reach the girls, Natasha steps back, nodding to them to greet them. “Y/N, let’s go to a private place and talk.” The Princesse only nods. She knows she doesn’t have any other choice. Giving Natasha a small smile, Y/N follows her parents. At the same time Wanda notices her leaving, making her follow the royal trio so she could finally have her dance with Y/N.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asks and goes through everything she did at the ball at the same time. She did a lot. She just isn’t sure which thing set her parents off.

Y/D/N laughs mockingly while Y/M/N shakes her head. She’s rubbing her forehead, keeping her eyes closed. “You are kidding me, right?” His voice is louder than normal, but not too loud for the guests to hear. Y/N keeps quiet, it isn’t a question to be answered. “First of all, you are drunk and everyone can see it. Second of all, you turned away Tony Stark, who is feeling very insulted by you right now.”

“I’ve danced with every single person who asked me to. Do I not get to have fun with my friends?”

“Shut it!” Y/N’s head turns to the side from the force of his father’s hand. She keeps her face there, not daring to move an inch.

Wanda, who decided to eavesdrop while she waits for the talk to be over, gasps quietly, her hand flying up to her mouth. She tries to walk into the room, but a hand stops her. Yelena is holding her arm in her grip while shaking her head. “It’s not worth getting fired over.” She whispers. Wanda frowns, but drops it.

“You’re going to your room right now and will not come out of there until tomorrow. Do you understand me?” Y/N nods, still averting her eyes away from her parents. “Now I have to fix everything.” His father mumbles.

“I’m sorry, father.” Y/N’s voice is quiet.

“Leave.”

Y/N lifts up the front her her dress to get up to her room as quickly as possible. Wanda jogs after her right away, wanting to comfort her. She knocks on the door gently. “Y/N?” The Princess doesn’t answer. “Can you open the door for me, please?” More silence. “I’m coming in.” Wanda opens the door.

Y/N sitting on her bed, staring at the wall in front of her as silent tears run down her cheeks. “Go back to the ball, Wanda.” Her voice is just a mere whisper, almost too quiet to hear.

“I don’t want to leave you alone.” She closes the door, but decides to stay further away from her. “What they did wasn’t right and I should ha-“

Y/N lets out a small, humorless laugh. “It’s fine, Wanda. I’m fine.” She wipes away her tears before starting to take off her rings and other pieces of jewelry. “You may leave now. Go have fun with your family.”

Wanda takes a step closer. Her expression shows more grief of what happened than Y/N’s. “You shouldn’t be alone after something like that.” Another step. She’s standing at the foot of her bed, while Y/N is busying herself with the jewelry.

“I want to be alone.” Her voice cracks. She doesn’t mean it to, but she can’t help the shakiness in her voice and hands as she tries to close the clasp of her necklace to put it away.

Wanda takes the necklace from her hands and closes it before putting it to a box. She sits down next to Y/N when she starts crying. “I’m here, it’s okay.” She puts her hand on Y/N’s back and lets her lean on her until her tears subside. “You know, we never got to dance.”

Y/N giggles, wiping away the wetness on her cheeks. “There’s no better time than the present.” She looks at Wanda who stands and helps her up as well. Y/N wraps her arms loosely around Wanda’s neck, playing with her fingers. Wanda sets her hands on Y/N’s waist, slightly higher than normally while dancing. “We have no music.”

Wanda starts humming an old Sokovian lullaby from her childhood. They start to sway from side to side together, slowly, while staring at each other. Y/N smiles. She leans her head to Wanda’s shoulder, tightening her hold. Wanda needs to adjust her grip as well, so she moves her arms fully around Y/N’s waist, pulling her closer.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #royal!au

[supereffectivemoonblast]

Rise of the Lich Queen

Chapter 8: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss

The up and coming champions of Veritas Stadium are roused from their down time by a letter sent from across the land. The Adventurers are asking for help gathering shards of the Lich Queen's soul, and the investigator Whiff of Mystery asks the Fighters Unchained if they'd like to help.

The Fighters Unchained; (from left to right) Thaldin, Swift, Norm, Calamastia, Thaec

After shopping for adventuring supplies around the city, and visiting Chancellor Otto for a letter of introduction, they set out for the bordering Nation of Westerwuste. This country is currently in strife from the chaos the Lich Queen has sown, so the party are advised to be on their guard.

They are stopped at the border and initially refused entry based on the shady looking appearance of the party. But some fear-mongering from Calamastia, Thaldin, and Thaec convince the border guard that it would be in their best interests to let them through and onto the nation's capital, the City of Vetus. Calamastia reveals she is a princess of a foreign land that ran away from home, but she still keeps a dress and wig handy for when appearances matter.

They soon arrive at a very barren cold looking city. The general populace have been advised to stay off the streets, and the guards hurridly shoo anyone still out. The party ask some guards where they can find the Duke of Vetus, whom Otto's letter is specifically addressed to. They arrive at his Manor to find out he's out for the day, but after wandering the streets for a bit to look for a tavern, Calamastia spots him.

The Duke, an elf named Lehran, is accompanied by a mysterious swordsman named Sho, his guardian, sheltering him from the little sunlight present, and from onlookers. Upon seeing the letter, Duke Lehran agrees to a short chat.

Left: Duke Lehran Persis, Right: His bodyguard Sho

He reveals that he has been personally effected by a lot of the chaos of the current world. He lost a family member due to the allure of the Soul Shards, and although he used to guard one himself, it was stolen by the witches of the Temple Lavi Tori. The witches have sent torrents of monsters into Vetus City this last few months, and it's people are fearing for their lives. Lehran asks that if this party are looking to get the hag's Soul Shard, he hopes they can stop them altogether.

As this conversation happens, a nearby group of apparently drunken men are causing a ruckus in the streets. And confusion quickly turns to fear as each of these men transform into tree monsters called Wood Woads.

The party, city guards, and Sho all take part to try and slay the monsters, and although the party are powerful, their efforts are apparently in vain, as the monsters start getting up from being slain. Thaec theorises that Fire Magic may be needed to destroy the monsters once and for all, and Duke Lehran helps out by casting a holy spell called Flame Strike.

Most combatants work to push the Wood Woads to brink of defeat, while Lehran and Thaldin use Fire Magic to finish them off one at a time. Norm gets sick of this process, and starts weilding a flaming torch as a makeshift weapon, inspiring the town guards to do the same, and they burn the monsters beyond repair.

Duke Lehran reiterates that attacks like these will only keep happening if the witches are left unchecked and asks the party again to deal with them ASAP if they can, before leaving to patrol the rest of the city with Sho.

Left: Wood Woad, D&D 5E Official Art, Right: Coda, Cadence's brother

The party find lodging with a Lizardfolk chef named Coda, who's worried with the dangers of the world, hoping his brother Cadence, is still safe out there. The party thank Coda for his hospitality and manage to coax some information out of him about how to get to the Hag Temple of Lavi Tori.

#drawing #art #d&d #digital art #d&d oc #d&d art #d&d campaign #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and doodles #lich queen saga

[sanchoyoscribbles]

Tm2 Queen and her pieces redesigns 👽💫 it was long overdue! I love her catci squad, all of them are named after cactus types except Queen and Arilla 😌

Tm2 directory including the protagonists references and more story info can be found here!

And these character's bios under the cut! Who's your favorite? 🌙

They all have greenish hair (except Arilla) bc green hair is super common in this lore, like brown or black hair on Earth I guess? None of them are blood related!

🌙Erdisia 22. She/her lesbian. mint green hair that gradients into sherbet orange. Grayish purple eyes. 

outfits: Enjoys wearing cute, puffy clothes! Ribbons, bows, chiffon, silk. Short dresses and shorts. 'Cute' hairstyles like ponytails n braids. 

Personality/backstory: Cheerful and highly aggressive! She will 100% stab anyone with a smile. She really hates humans and thinks they're all below her. She loves cute things, and but she has a really nasty personality that doesn't match at all. She's super good at sucking up to people and flattering them if she wants something, though. Anything nasty or unpleasant, like torturing? Killing? She is absolutely there for that. She does ALL the dirty work dealing with prisoners of the rebellion. Persi would very much like to have Words with her about that...Sapote doesn't actually like this girl, but Erdisia? Is like, lowkey obsessed with Sapote. Like 100% thinks she should be working with Sapote instead of Cara. Obviously since she's a human, Cara doesn't care for an alien speciesist against humans, and Erdisia goes out of her way to say nasty things to Cara in return. Cara is super good at ignoring people tho, which only makes Erdisia more mad.  

🌙Tunillo 17. He/him straight Male. light olive green hair. light grey eyes. 

outfits: slouchy, comfy clothes. Literally cannot be bothered to dress like a real person.

Personality/backstory: Entitled and sarcastic. Always thinks he's the smartest person in the room when he's hardly in the top ten in a room of five people. He's every dudebro you've ever met who's mansplained at every woman he's ever met and simultaneously expects them to fall in love with him while he has nothing to really offer and refuses to do any work around the house. That guy. He hates talking to the others and is pretty anti-social, but he's competent with tech. His job is to monitor everything. Like, he's the guy who watches the cameras to make sure no one is up to no good business. The visor over his face can switch to any part of the alien ship, and he can even hack into cameras on Earth. He's a SNITCH. He also dabbles in robotics and hacking. Neither Sapote or Cara like him very much :^)

Funfact: No one has seen him sleep. Seriously, you think Queen'd assign more than one person to watch cameras for this reason. Hm..

🌙Saguaro 25. They/them aroace. Pine green hair that gradients into jade green. (???) colored eyes.

outfits: they like robes...comfy. flowy clothes. like. Snuggies. probably wearing slippers. 

Personality/backstory:   They are pretty mysterious! Despite always having bindings over their eyes, they happen to be the best with a sword. Like literally undefeated. They have a very peaceful personality though, inviting anyone to meditate and drink tea with them. They're always happy to talk about their religion, which is the now banned church of Deep Blue. (Queen is very About Science and very anti Guy Who Tried to Kill Their Own and stuff. She also doesn't like the idea of anyone following a dead leaders beliefs instead of following Her. So.) A firm believer in destiny, they're actually against Queen to an extent, but believes being close to her will lead them to the path that Deep Blue will cross. Because destiny. because Saguaro totally believes the Revival Is Coming. Most people think they're super weird for it, and Queen has, in her very polite way, banned them from being Too Vocal about it. Sapote is super weirded out by it. Cara is like. Kind of amused and kind of enjoys hanging out with Saguaro because they're like, even with all their quirks, the most chill of the group. Also, cool sword collection. Saguaro is happy to hang out with the human! But at the same time, they'll make remarks that sound full of pity towards the humans. 

Funfact:  Queen doesn't like them wearing blue because that's Deep Blue's color whereas she likes yellow and white. They wear a good bit of blue anyway! A quiet way to rebel, maybe? 

🌙Queen 24. She/her bi. Sacramento green hair. gold/orange gradient eyes. 

Outfits: She's always in a dress/gown in public, bun on the same side or hair down, and usually wearing red lipstick. Always dressed in gold, yellow, white (or a combo of them) ANY kind of crown or circlette headdress or gown is ok! When not in public? comfy. hair tied out of the way so she can work! 

Personality/backstory: Elegant! Leaderly! Graceful! Poised! At least when people are watching her. Yes, her name is really Queen! Eccentric parents that wanted her to be the best. She's..probably disappointing them with this career path. She's the top general of the alien army and revels in the irony of her name. She's really charming to talk to and acts like a Real Lady...but most the people listed here have seen her when she's not in front of people. Which is. Her in a lab coat, messy bun, up until the morning after an all-nighter, taking notes faster than she can speak them. She LOVES science and is more passionate about it than being a leader. But she must have her own reasons for taking on such a big role and running operations against Earth so aggressively, right? (;

🌙Arilla he/they pan 25. periwinkle grey hair with dark mauve grey bangs. ice green eyes.

outfits: Enjoys wearing comfy clothes. However, he NEVER shows his arms, legs or neck for personal reasons, so if dressing him in alternate clothing, keep that in mind! Keep him Covered Up.

Personality/backstory: Tired. Seriously needs a nap. Sleepy and grumpy at any given moment. Borderline snarky when he can be. Queen's righthand who's actually left handed too, probably. He doesn't do actual like, fighting stuff, he mostly just follows her around, making sure she doesn't miss meetings or trip in her heels. Makes sure she eats. I don't want to call him a babysitter, but. He also checks on Cara and Sapote in the same way as a part of his job. Sapote LOVES picking on this dude. Drives him up the wall. Cara is pretty ready to boss him around too because she thinks he's a pushover (he is). He kinda doesn't even like Queen on a personal level or agree with what she's doing, but he's in debt to her for something she did for him in the past, so he feels obligated to work for her. The emotion he feels towards her is something like pity.

🌙Pereskia. 28. She/her bi aro. crocodile green hair. fern green eyes.

outfits:  Despite her very serious personality, she really likes dressing up a little. Loves heels to tower over people, won't wear em while fighting tho. Also, she's super all about showing off her muscles because she's proud of them. Suns out guns out. 

Personality/backstory:  Serious and hardworking. She's the one most likely to do good on a group project but also the most likely to nag you into the ground about making it PERFECT. She has a lot of honor, and will work tirelessly to get her job done. She seriously takes a lot of pride in it, but she will never be overly sadistic about it; she's all about being efficient. She doesn't get along with Sapote like, at all, because she thinks she doesn't take her job seriously and is mad she got so far with her kind of attitude. She actually does get along with Cara tho and has nothing personal against humans. She just thinks the humans at the top are consumed with greed, and feels bad for all the other ones that will 'have to die for that'. She's really protective over kids.

#tokyo mew mew #tm2 #tokyo miracle #ocs #fan mews #or. fan aliens #oc #erdisia #tunillo #saguaro #queen #arilla #pereskia

[thistle-and-thorn]

Scarves, knitted blankets?

Scarves—favorite item of clothing?

okay. I love clothes. Getting dressed is the best part of the day. Currently my autumn favorite is a black vintage leather pencil skirt. It’s the base of one of my dont-interrupt-me-during-this-meeting-yes-I-am-young-no-I-don’t-have-a-PhD-yes-I-am-naturally-sweet-tempered-but-if-you-cut-me-off-I-can-also-choke-you-with-my-bare-hands lewks I like to throw together for important work days. I don’t know if the vibes are working but we’re trying over here.

Knitted Blankets—if you have kids what would you name them?

oh my GOD I am obsessed with names. I am obsessed with learning names and why people name their kids things. Do I follow a baby naming channel on Yourube? Maybe. Teaching made and ruined names for me—like the name Isaac fills me with dread for Reasons but the name Nathanael is now one I LOVE because that kid and his family were just so amazing. I was named after a book and I’ve always loved that so I would give my kids names with some sort of literary, religious, or mythological significance. For girls I love: Lyra, Cecilia, Clara, Elizabeth, Elinor, Ariadne, Penelope, Mary, Mairead, Niamh, Marigold. I would be happy with any of those. My best friend wanted to name her daughter Persephone and call her Persie and I thought that was very fun! For boys my favorites are: Matthias, Ronan, and Arthur. I also love Eamon and Simon and Theo (though Theo has become to common now that I just—I cannot).

What about you???? Anybody and everybody tell me about your favorite names!!! I could talk about names forever. #RumpelstiltskinEnergy

#asks

[clacclo]

LOST IN THE FLOOD

The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway

He walks through town all alone

He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide

The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide

They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection

Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception

And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood

Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud

Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced

Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint

He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint

Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point

He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point

And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell

That is, nothin' left that you could sell

Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"

I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm

Or was he just lost in the flood?

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare

And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware

Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air

And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street

And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose

But he gets blown right off his feet

And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away

He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish

Still breathing when I walked away

And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"

I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?

Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up

I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

Hammersmith Odeon, London 1975:

PERDUTO NEL DILUVIO

Il soldato malconcio sta tornando a casa come un fuggiasco affamato

Cammina attraverso la città tutto solo

“Deve essere del forte” sente dire le ragazze della scuola

Il suo paese è infestato da branchi di uomini lupo vestiti a festa per uccidere

Colpiscono e fuggono, chiedono rifugio, si nascondono sotto una pietra sacra

Distruggono travi e croci con la precisione barcollante di uno spastico

Suore calve incinte corrono attraverso le stanze vaticane, invocando l’immacolata concezione

E tutti si sono schiantati sulla strada principale per aver bevuto sangue non consacrato

L’attacchino sorride dolcemente mentre il soldato respira a fondo, con le caviglie impantanate nel fango

E io dissi: “Hey, soldato, sono sabbie mobili quelle, sono sabbie mobili non fango

Hai gettato via i tuoi sensi in guerra o li hai persi nel diluvio?”

Quel puro fratello americano, occhi spenti e faccia vuota

Gareggia la domenica nel Jersey in una Chevy super otto

La guida piegato di lato, sulla fiancata ha scritto Destinato Alla Gloria con vernice brillante rossa, bianca e blu

Si appoggia sul cofano per raccontare storie di corse, i ragazzi lo chiamano Jimmy il Santo

Beh, quel ragazzo tutto fiammate e rumore, sta sparando a tutta birra quella cagna carica al limite dell’esplosione

Si dirige diritto dentro un uragano e scompare in un punto

E non è rimasto che un po’ di sangue dove il suo corpo cadde

Tutto lì, non è rimasto nulla che tu potessi vendere

Solo rottami sparsi all’orizzonte, un addio degno di un vero uomo della strada

E io dissi “Ehy ragazzi, credete che sia olio? Non è olio, quello è sangue”

Mi chiedo cosa stesse pensando quando impattò quella tempesta, o si era solo perduto nel diluvio?

Ottava strada, marinai in camicie di seta sussurrano nell’aria,

Un manichino da vetrina incarnazione di Maria, mi sta fissando

E il migliore apostolo del Bronx se ne sta con la mano sul suo pezzo di ferro

Tutto si ferma, si sentono cinque colpi veloci, i poliziotti riprendono a respirare

E ora la banda dei tossici della periferia, sta sparando all’impazzata per la strada

E quel tipo del Bronx inizia a sfogarsi ma viene sollevato da terra dai colpi

E un ragazzo arriva da dietro l’angolo sparando ma un poliziotto lo sistema subito

Rimane sdraiato sulla strada tenendosi la gamba e urlando qualcosa in spagnolo

Ancora respirava quando me ne sono venuto via

E qualcuno disse:”Ehy ragazzi, avete visto quello? Il suo corpo è piombato sulla strada con un bel tonfo”

Mi chiedo cosa stesse dicendo quel fighetto o si era solo perduto nel diluvio?

Ehy amico, hai visto, quei poveracci sono proprio conciati male

Mi chiedo cosa volessero fare, o si erano solo perduti nel diluvio?

Live in New York City 2000:

#bruce springsteen #e street band #brucespringsteen #lost in the flood #greetings from asbury park #musica #musica rock #rock #1973 #classic rock #rock music #greetings from asbury park nj

[ariadnediggle]

                                          re-uploaded ! thanks tumblr ! 

❝ Deceit is so natural; but a wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning . ❞ KIM JI WOO? No, that’s actually ARIADNE DIGGLE. A SIXTH YEAR student, this RAVENCLAW student is sided with THE DOUBLE AGENTS ( DE.) . SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be DECEPTIVE, HEARTLESS, and VENGEFUL but also WITTY, MOTIVATED, and CHEERY.

STATS.

NAME: Ariadne  Persis   Diggle         NICKNAME: ari, baby. AGE:  17 years old.                           BIRTHDAY:  September 27th. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual. GENDER: cis gender NATIONALITY: great british.              POB: Oxford. BLOOD STATUS: pureblood              HOUSE: ravenclaw WAND: cedar / dragon heartstring / 11” / surprisingly swishy. PATRONUS: unable to produce one but claims that it’s a penguin.

please read 2 the end 4 some connection ideas and spicy memes !!

IS A MONSTER CREATED OR BORN / THE CHILDHOOD.

The diggles on the whole, are a slightly out there family that never really made any sense.

 the kind of pure blood family that people looked at, and wholly wondered whether those blood lines were … really okay. smiley, happy, carefree,      but maybe a few gobstones short.

 Dedalus Diggle, his son Dion Diggle, daughter -in -law, Cybil Diggle, all held such similar personalities to them. It didn’t mean that they were anything less than incredible wizards, but their personalities often overshadowed any individual merit they held.

They worked just outside of London in Oxford, but travelled to Wizarding London on most days for their day jobs, all three of whom worked in a selection of odd jobs from the doing something or other at the ministry, to being a wizard tailor. but all three ( mostly just following dedalus ) were heavily involved in the Order at some point.

Another thing everyone in the family shared was the eccentric names, so it was no surprise when Cybil and Dion christened their first and only born, Ariadne Persis Diggle.

unforutanetly, their naming habits wasn’t the limit of their eccentric behaviour.

To Ariadne’s parents  it was so easy to misplace time, like the mad hatter, plans were lost or all together forgotten, they never got to anywhere punctually — - cybil would even go  on record stating that Dion was late for their wedding ; their child birth. meme for reference

 not that they would ever forget their daughter ; but they did. they left her places all the time; dragon alley, the super market, the forest. she got used to spending time by herself, ariadne learning to look after herself from a young age because she simply just couldn’t trust her parents to look after her. a

 terrifying concept that a child would have to fend for themselves, cook for themselves; not because their parents didn’t love them, but that they just forget to show it. 

part of this was because they were all truly different. ariadne wasn’t scatterbrained, she wasn’t forgetful, or flippant. she was dedicated & serious & incredibly intelligent.       what other child by age 4 could cook for themselves? dress themselves? take themselves to school?  

  ariadne was a child genius ;  a fact that their pre-school had to tell Dion & Cybil several times before they finally got the message;   Ariadne desperately needed a tutor.

In fact, it wasn’t even the seventeen messages, letters home, meetings with the head ( all of which went dutifully ignored ) it was the fact that at the age of 5 — one powerful sneeze almost completely blew up one wing of the small school. and it wasn’t a request,   it was a, “politely let go & no longer wanted at their ‘fine’ institution. “

it was at this point, dion and cybil began to see their own flesh & blood as being a bit of a pain /    annoyed with how much upkeep it required to take care of someone so inquisitive. they tried not to convey this to ariadne. but ariadne was smart, and gifted

ventually, ariadne grew very against her family and what they stood for, but as such a young child at the age of 7, she had no idea how to express this burning inside her heart, so she hid her aggression behind a loving smile, and took out pent up aggression on bugs she found in the garden. tearing them apart, and looking up what she saw in her families dusty, never used library.

eventually, the diggle’s gave out and hired a tutor, and hired the first person they could find with little regard for screening the applicants to find the best fit.   and so, they let a death eater and all the ideologies they carry with them into the diggle household.       see,  

after the whole kindergarten incident,      word of the young diggle girl had spread through newspapers, and the inside talk of the other pureblood families,  it had been noted with interest, so when the job opportunity opened up XYZ I GUESS THIS MIGHT BE A WC  were more than happy to step in to act as the guiding compass in young ariadne’s life.

for  the concept of a child genius, a young witch showing very strong potential in a wide array of magicks, was an interesting concept – and with such a gullible, malleable, manipulatable family? well, [ it’s free real estate meme !]

from the ages of 5-11, ariadne was tutored & trained in a wide variety of disciplinaries. along with this, a distinct hatred of muggles, a disbelief in absolutely everything her parents stood for, how her parents ignorance for her was how all order aligned people were. that they were ineffective; and useless, and whilst not necessarily the scum of the earth ( that was just mud bloods ) they had little to no use. but whilst they didn’t offer much, they were easy tools to be used.

she had tutoring to what was already 5th year material before she even started her 1st year, plus rudimentary training in extremely difficult types of magic such as apparition and legilimency. 

it wasn’t tutoring; it was indoctrination, pure and simple. but they were kind, they were nice, they indulged Ariadne’s interest in learning and inquisitive mind, all the whilst feeding it the less than wholesome ideals that the death eaters had founded themselves on.    

They also mentioned the fact that some people she would meet in life, those horrible, horrible people, were awfully bigoted against these blood purity ideas - the superior ideas - that they held. 

They told her, when dealing with these “acceptance for all / muggle lovers”  people, to keep quiet, keep what was said in lessons between the two of them, because in their words “ there’s no reason for you to go through the trauma we had.” but that wasn’t their reason, no, that was never their reason. They knew full well to get such a death eater loyalist inside the “other sides” ranks would be a feet that required years of predisposition and nudging into a perfect personality. 

Even after Ariadne turned 11 and no longer needed to be homeschooled, she continued the lessons throughout her holidays, constantly having them topped up with the most recent ideology, constantly nudged like a pawn on a chess board into the perfect position. 

And for all Ariadne’s brains,   she was trusting, and easily controlled, for she was near-sighted and once her trust was earned, it was almost impossible for it to be destroyed.

She was sorted into Ravenclaw, inspired by her desire for knowledge, her inquisitive mind that seemed far larger than the rest of her tiny frame ( standing at a whole, 4’9). 

But she was never really the best student,   because she already could do everything that was taught, she lacked the challenge she was so desperately searching for. 

But she couldn’t really find it ever at hogwarts,    so she just often choose to not go to class in favour of going to the library to learn things she didn’t know. And whilst she did often do well on exams,   the teachers would always end up docking her for her … less than sportsmanlike behaviour throughout the year. A plague to anyone who ever vaguely cared about house points.        

But other than annoying other teachers,     she wholly seemed to be a popular girl. She could never be found without her trademark smile, lopsided grin, infectious giggles. 

She had such a sunny demeanour that contrasted so greatly with her rotten insides. She was friendly to everyone, somehow, only interacting with the muggle borns through an unseen gritted teeth, and glares every time no one was looking. 

It also made Ariadne an obvious choice to join the M.A, said everyone with a resounding cheer. It made perfect sense! 

She was from a family that had long been associated with the Order of the Phoenix, she was incredibly smart and great in a duel, and seemed to get along with everyone ! 

Ariadne didn’t know what to say, but agree to sign up, secretly writing an owl to her tutor under the cover of dark. They got her in touch with the heads of the D.E’s at Hogwarts and they came to an agreement, an arrangement. With her tutor to vouch for her loyalty, Adriane signed up for the Death eaters, a heavily guarded secret known by only a select few. 

Ariadne personally loved the freedom that the flip-flop nature of her identity,  the secrecy, the manipulation. 

All in all,   the war feels something of a game to her. 

Much like how she is a pawn in somebody else's game, she feels a certain sense of control from being vested in both sides, that she has some sort of ability to manipulate everything as she sees fit, that perhaps she is playing the protagonist like in one of the stories she read growing up. 

But in reality,   she is still just someone else’s pawn, who will end up branded as a traitor, a wolf in sheep's clothing, no matter who ends up becoming victorious. 

to people in the MA, ariadne is a very well respected, dedicated (and unfortunately trusted) members. to the DE she is ALSO just a member of the MA unless they’re in the higher leadership !

hi ! thanks 4 reading to the end,  do i have any wc? you ask ! not really ! but here’s some concepts i’d love 4 ariadne !

- she can have so many friends ! just so many friends ! give her friends you cowards! - i feel like she’s been in a few relationships / all were quite innocent and ended on seemingly okay terms but maybe there’s an unspoken bad blood ! she’s cute and a pureblood, great for everybody ! - people who lowkey don’t like her or find her annoying / not that they doubt her alliance,    but maybe some (lower rank) DE who think she’s a blood traitor or overly nice?       or just anyone who thinks her smiliness is annoying. - .... . prankster partner ......    lowkey demon thinks it’s one of the easiest way to take her aggression out on people she doesn’t like .. .. - the ONE person who once really saw ariadne snap for whatever reason / very fun plotting possibilities !!!

#iidyintro #reuploading bc tumblr merced my old blog rip #feel free 2 ignore this there's nothing new just the same old memes ! #negligence tw #abuse tw

[lizzybeth1986]

Because I’ll never forget her, can I ask for Persephone? 😆

OMG @blue-sappir I love you!! YOU REMEMBERED 😍

(Note: Persephone is an OC of mine in a TRR AU I'm still trying to plan and write, who I'd like to pair with Hana. In this universe, Penelope has an older sister called Persephone who left from home before Leo's social season began, Liam and Esther don't announce their engagement straightaway and are able to buy more time, and Hana designs clothes for pet owners in a tie-up with Penelope's canine couture brand).

(FC: Tonia Sotiropoulou)

How tall are they?

Around 5' 7"?

How do they tend to dress?

Depends on what she's in the mood for. She worked for a fashion magazine in Paris for at least 4-6 years before returning to Cordonia, so she mostly adopts whatever's hot that season. Back in Cordonia, she loves loose flowing fabrics, but she also would never turn down a good pantsuit/jumpsuit (in fact she gets married to Hana in a wedding jumpsuit).

Do they like how they look?

Yeah, she loves the way she looks. I mean. Who wouldnt.

Are they an only child or do they have any siblings?

She has one younger sister, Penelope. They'd never actually managed to have much of a relationship until they were adults, because Persy spent most of her childhood and teen years in boarding schools, and her parents refrained from choosing that option for Penelope, because they were able to have her diagnosed early. Persy resented Penelope for a long time until she realized her sister had social anxiety.

Are they a morning person or night owl?

Very much a night owl. Hana is more the morning person in the relationship.

Are they a cat person or a dog person?

Cat, definitely cat. Persy and Hana actually take in an Aegan cat called Felix who Hana swears must be Persy in cat form.

Got any favourite foods?

Her paternal grandmother, Aretha, was from Corfu in Greece, and would often create Portaviran dishes with a lot of Corfoit flavours. Persy developed a taste for that as a child but was never able to replicate those dishes as an adult. One of her biggest regrets remains the fact that she can't give Hana what her grandmother gave her grandfather, because her cooking skills are basic at best.

How about favourite drinks?

She loves Armagnac.

What are their favourite movies/tv shows?

Nothing in particular.

Do they have any hidden talents?

Persy enjoys doing charcoal sketches.

Do they believe in love at first sight?

Heavens, no. It takes her very long to believe in love at all.

Who is their love interest?

Hana Lee, who at this point stays in Valtoria with Esther.

What are they afraid of?

Being wrong. It takes her a long, long time to let go of that and accept that there will be times when she won't know everything, and that's okay.

What are their guilty pleasures?

Gouda sticks. One of the downsides to Cordonia is that you don't get them there

What was their dream job as a kid? is it still their dream? 

She didn't have a ton of ambition as a child, but loved feeling fabrics and looking at designs. So that was a constant interest she had.

Have they ever broken a bone?

No.

Have they ever been in trouble with the law?

Also no.

+ three other random facts about them!

- Persy and Kiara don't always get along. They're acquaintances, they don't mind each other, but they never really see eye to eye (ironically, my canon ship for Hana is Kiara).

- Persy fled Cordonia during Leo's social season. She was expected to be one of the suitors, but she wasn't entirely out of the closet yet and was running out of alternatives. Luckily she had a contact in Greece who managed to help her with a job and lodgings in France, so she packed up, said goodbye to Penelope and left.

- Her favourite book is Clarissa Estés' Women Who Run With The Wolves.

Ask me about my MCs!

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Thanatos made it home a short time later and kicked his shoes off in the entry way before heading to his room to get changed into something more comfortable. As he went to hang up his suit jacket the pink business card Persephone had given him fell out. Bending down to retrieve it he turned it between his fingers looking it over. How exactly did one go from Kore to Persephone ? Shrugging he laid the card on his dresser and finished putting his clothes away.

He dressed in a pair of loose lounge pants and started to leave his room when the card on he dresser caught his eye causing him to pause.

Maybe he should text her just to make sure she made it safely home. She was rather naive it seemed. Probably would follow a wolf home thinking it was a puppy.

Mind settled he picked up the card and input her number in his phone under the contact name Princess P before typing up a quick text.

Hey Princess did you make it back safe? Just checking to make sure no wolves gobbled you up. - T.

Text sent Thanatos slips it into the pocket of his lounge wear before heading to his kitchen to find himself some grub.

Persephone’s phone vibrates the new message prompt appearing on the front screen.

Persephone had in fact made it back safely and just in time to say goodbye to Artemis who was heading out to work in the mortal realm. Hanging up Thanatos’s coat in the hall closet she decided she had earned herself some retail therapy. Black really did look surprisingly good on her and it gave her a sense of power and toughness .

She laid her phone on the kitchen counter and headed back to her room to change into her pj’s. A few minutes after she left for her room Apollo arrived using the key Artemis had given him to let himself in. He headed to the fridge and grabbed a beer cracking it open and taking a long sip as as he leaned against the counters edge wondering if Persephone had made it back from her internship. Just as he was about to move to investigate her room the sound of a phone vibrating caught his attention. Turning around he saw her phone lying on the counter behind him. Picking it up he frowned seeing the new message prompt. Not one to respect boundaries he tapped the new message prompt surprised to find Persephone had not yet set up security settings and the message window opened right up. Reading through the short message he can feel his jealousy rise.

Apollo: Who the hell is this?

Hitting the reply button he quickly typed a message

Not sure who you think you are calling Princess but the owner of this phone is safe at home. Stay away from my girl.

He just had turned the phone off and laid it down as he heard a door to one of the bedrooms open up and Persephone walked into the kitchen open laptop in her arms. Upon seeing Apollo she paused hanging back.

Persephone: What are you doing here? Artemis has already left for her shift.

Apollo slid up draping an arm round Persephone’s shoulder giving it a squeeze

Apollo: I came to see you of course.

Persephone : Okay, well you have seen me so if you will excuse me I have some things to do.

Persephone slid out from under his arm moving to the oversized chair in the living room and settled into it Indian style with her laptop in her lap returning to her internet shopping. With her back turned she failed to see the look of annoyance that crossed Apollo’s face.

Finishing off his first beer Apollo’s went back to the fridge to grab two more before heading to the living room. Sitting himself on the arm of Persephone’s chair and he held out one of the beers to her.

Apollo: Beer for milady.

Persephone glanced up at the offered beer , unconsciously she scooted over in the seat not liking the encouragement on her personal space.

Persephone: No thank you. Do you have to sit on top of me? The couch is very comfortable.

Apollo shrugs and sat aside the spare beer for himself

Apollo: It could be really comfortable if you and I occupied it together.

Uninvited he runs his fingers under the spaghetti strap of her pajama top causing Persephone to freeze mid scroll.

Reaching up Persephone lifted his hand off of her person and pressed it back against his chest.

Persephone: I think I will take a hard pass. I told you before what happened before can’t happen again.

Apollo rolls his eyes but kept his hands to himself.

Apollo: Whatever Persie, the hard to get act is only cute for so long but I will play along for a bit if that is really your thing.

Persephone chose to ignore him but her annoyance was visible if the freshly sprouted crown of thorn shrubbery weaving through her hair was any indication.

Undeterred Apollo stood and moved behind her chair looking over her shoulder to see what she was looking at.

Apollo: Shopping huh? I could see you in a little black lace dress for sure but I think I like you best in whites and pastels. Makes your curves really have an impact.

Persephone closed her laptop screen taking in a deep calming breathe to prevent herself from snapping and biting Apollo’s head off.

Persephone: What I wear is none of your concern and truthfully unless I ask for your opinion I would prefer not to hear it.

Apollo snorts walking away from her chair and flopping on the couch grabbing the remote to turn on the television.

Apollo: Jeez, is it close to that time of the month or something. You are kinda being a mega bitch.

Persephone glared at Apollo from over her refined screen the size of the thrones in the growth growing nearly double in length but she said nothing choosing to ignore him instead.

Thanatos having finished his dinner and cleaned up the kitchen poured himself a healthy glass of Chenin Blanc as reward. Getting settled comfortably in the living room with a DVRed show cued up he takes out his phone remembering he failed to check and see who had messaged him earlier. Seeing it was Princess he unlocked the phone to see what she had said.

Reading over the message he was left feeling shocked

Thanatos: My girl huh? Well that doesn’t sound like a jealous, possessive caveman at all. Have the rules for sacred virgins changed ? My my princess what mischief have you gotten into.

Deciding to probe further he types up a reply.

Is this Demeter? I thought she said she lived with Artemis. You must be Demeter cause last I checked sacred virgins don’t belong to anyone. If this isn’t Demeter than you must be delusional or perhaps sacred virgins have changed their policies. Has there been a rebellion, cause I am more than happy to sign myself up to assist in some vow breaking.

Satisfied and curious to see if the caveman or Princess would reply he hits send and sits back to wait.

Apollo had gotten up to throw away his beer cans and was in the process of heating up some pizza bagels when he heard Persephone’s phone vibrate again. Glancing over at Persephone she handn’t seemed to have noticed it over the sound of the television. Quickly he snatched it up he pulled up the message only for his temper to sky rocket. Whoever this tool was Apollo was having none of it anymore.

Taking out his own cell he types the number in setting Persephone’s cell back where he found it. Stepping into his sisters room he shut the door for privacy and dialed Thanatos’ number.

Thanatos was just pouring himself another glass of wine when his phone began to ring. Looking at the number it was an Olympus prefix but unknown to him.

Thanatos: To answer or not to answer that is the question. Hmmm, I wonder could it be the caveman come to call. Well guess I shall take the risk and find out.

Sliding accept he places the phone on speaker

Thanatos: Good evening, may I ask who is calling .

#greekgods #loreolympus #inspired #thanatos #persephone #apollo #drabble #part 1

[marikabi]

Like Fishes in the Net (XXVI puntata)

Da Baldassarre Castiglione in poi, ogni epoca ha prodotto le sue regole per il vivere civile. Da Donna Letizia a Lina Sotis più o meno eravamo rimasti al dress code sulle partecipazioni nuziali o alla precisa mise en placedurante le cene.

Dopo il galateo del viaggiatore – quello in cui si prescrive di slappare rumorosamente con la lingua bevendo il brodo in Giappone, tanto per capirci – adesso c’è il galateo per navigatori.

Che NON è il mansionario del crocierista o dello skipper, bensì del frequentatore di social network.

Diciamo che in inglese il navigatore telematico viene detto ‘surfer’ -- sì, esattamente come chi sfiora le onde sulla tavola da surf -- solo che il italiano la definizione non è immediatamente intuitiva (per poca dimestichezza con le tavole e i mercoledì da leoni), quindi ‘navigare’ va bene, anche perché siamo con orgoglio un popolo di santi, navigatori eccetera eccetera.

Navigare sul web implica alcune regole, che vanno ben oltre il contegno, il non offendere (perché protetti dall’anonimato) e non fare stalking (ma anche spamming, phishing, cheating. Chi non sa l’inglese è fregato in partenza).

C’è un’etichetta peculiare per i social network, nei quali la gente si espone pensando di essere tra amici.

Il primo dei divieti è quello di creare Gruppi di odio. Cioè, se a me sta sonoramente antipatico Sgarbi, ciò non mi deve condurre a creare un Gruppo di ‘odiatori di Sgarbi’, perché fomenta l’odio e veicola il principio che sui social network si può fare di tutto: una cosa è dirlo fra amici (più o meno), altro è scriverlo e statuirlo da qualche parte, tivvù esclusa (dove alza l’audience con gran soddisfazione dei dirigenti televisivi).

Il secondo è quello di non dire ‘comunista’ (e succedanei come ‘radical chic’ e ‘bo-bo’ da bourgeois-bohemien). In primo luogo, perché ‘comunista’ identifica (e deve identificare univocamente) solo e soltanto una partigianeria politica e non ‘chiunque-parli-un-italiano-compìto-e-non-abbia-mai-parlato-male-della-Corazzata-Potëmkin-e-ha-pure-votato-Pisapia-Sindaco-di-Milano’ e in secondo luogo perché ciò denota l’oceanica ignoranza storica e sociologica di chi profferisce a sproposito l’attributo (o anche in funzione di apposizione, eh). Memorabile l’episodio (rintracciabile anche su YouTube) di Fabio Volo (radio-guru autore di best-seller filosofici) il quale – tacciato qual ‘comunista’ da un altrimenti insipiente ed ignorante radioascoltatore – cerca di spiegare come l’aggettivo abbia cambiato di significato tra le convinzioni (errate) di alcuni esponenti delle giovani generazioni, complice un insulso tam tam propagandistico. (Per una migliore analisi del problema cultural-antropologico consigliamo il libro di Silvia Dai Pra’ “Quelli che però è lo stesso”)

Antonio Cornacchione rende bene l’idea della banalità dell’uso dell’aggettivo ‘comunista’ quando insulta chiunque non ami Ilvio. Anche Gianfranco Fini è passato come comunista. Si è persa ogni religione!

Analogo a ‘comunista’, infine, è l’aggettivo ‘femminista’. Pare che essere femminista sia un abominio. Eppure – lo dico a giovamento degli smemorati – il comunismo ed il femminismo non sono reati per la Legge italiana (e per molte altre Costituzioni mondiali), mentre il fascismo lo è. Anyway.

Altra regoletta preziosa è quella di non fare quiz idioti (tipo “Cosa ti capiterà di sconvolgente entro un mese?”, oppure “Un nome, un colore”, o anche “Che personaggio dei cartoni animati sei?”, “Che albero 6?”) perché i risultati (spesso ridicoli ed imbarazzanti) vengono pubblicati sulla  tua bacheca e su quella dei tuoi amici, il che è, francamente, molto irritante.

Andiamo avanti. Non è opportuno collegare fèisbuk a Twitter perché inonderai le Bacheche dei tuoi amici di inezie sul tuo shopping o sulla passeggiata in Via Condotti (o Montenapo) lungo la quale incontrerai stelline o tronisti. Ed anche questo è irritante. Lo stesso dicasi per i miei amici cronisti politici che seguono i consigli comunali. Molte delle cancellazioni dalla lista degli amici derivano da questi svalangamenti massicci di insulsaggini da aula consiliare.

Anche se non è molto seguita come consuetudine (vd qualche capitolo fa), sarebbe opportuno non accettare l’amicizia di chi non si conosce di persona. Io ho provato a fare il terzo grado agli ‘aspiranti-amici-di-Marika-Borrelli’, con il risultato di apparire superba ed antipatica. Ho desistito. Accetto quasi chiunque possa vantare di avere almeno 10 amici in comune. Con la precauzione di ‘oscurali’, ‘censurarli’ o ‘impedirli’ al primo sintomo di ‘maschio-in-libera-uscita-sul-web’.

Parimenti, se sono io a chiedere a qualcuno l’amicizia, mi premuro di ricordargli chi sono e dove ci siamo visti, o il motivo della richiesta (di solito è uno scrittore o un giornalista, oltre non oso).

Altra dannazione è rappresentata dagli Inviti ad Eventi. Ma perché diamine mi invitate se non abito nella vostra città? È un modo per dirmi che siete tipi impegnati? Che avete scritto un noioso libro sulla felicità a portata di mano? Che ospitate un noioso autore di poesie? Che qualche vostro amico ha una band anni ’80 (orrido) e suona in un locale a 540 km da casa mia? Che c’è un volantinaggio a Rovigo, mentre io vivo molto più a sud e non ci vengo neanche se mi pagate il biglietto del Frecciarossa? Che la vostra amica ha aperto un locale vegano che prepara solo cibi crudi (io che amo la spigola all’acqua pazza)?

Che dire poi delle Cause? Non servono. Avete capito? N-O-N----S-E-R-V-O-N-O. Punto. Mettere come foto-profilo l’immagine della Prefettura dell’Aquila distrutta non aiuta gli Aquilani né dice molto sul gradiente personale di compassione e vicinanza a quelle sfortunate popolazioni. Quando mai raccogliere gente attorno ad un titolo di post su fèisbuk ha eliminato la tortura, liberato il Tibet o dato il Nobel a Julian Assange? Tantomeno debellato la leucemia, la malaria nell’Africa sub-sahariana o riaperto gli ospedali di Emergency. Il numero di IBAN (o il 5 per mille, se ce lo lasciano) è complicato, ma è sicuramente efficace.

Altra cortesia per i nostri ‘amici’ è quella di postare le foto nella giusta direzione. Non farlo è un segno di poco rispetto verso chi avrà la sorte di visionarle e denota molta superficialità (o ignoranza del mezzo informatico). Su fèisbuk ci sono due piccoli tasti sotto la foto, prima di pubblicarla, please click on per raddrizzare il collo altrui, evitando recrudescenze di artrosi cervicale.

È anche successo che un paio di esagitati amici avessero perso l’uso e l’accesso del loro profilo. Per cui, insistevano a domandare di inviare loro nuove richieste di amicizie a nuovi profili (non bannati ancora, ma lo sarebbero stati presto, visto le insistenze). Capisco il loro disappunto, ma non ho abboccato.

Ultima regola e smetto di annoiarvi. Non postate roba criptica. Ve ne riporto alcuni esempi (con le domande che automaticamente mi hanno suscitato):

“-1” (Un kilo? Al matrimonio? Al divorzio? All’uscita dell’iPadPro4?)

“Dubbiosa” (Perché?)

“Abbiamo dato” (Cosa? Soldi? Amore? Il mangiare al gatto?)

“Ricomincio daccapo” (File persi?)

“Ho freddo dentro” (Sei stata lasciata, eh?)

“Ho sposato un unicorno” (Adulterio a metà?)

“Mi sono affiliata alla massoneria” (Per fare soldi?)

“Sono intrappolata in una miniera” (È apparso nei giorni dell’odissea ipogea dei minatori cileni)

“Farò il pirata in Somalia” (Ah, non ci sono più i Salgari di una volta!)

“Forse domani ne usciamo” (Da che?)

Siamo sicuri che è roba che interessi davvero? O non ci fa apparire piuttosto patetici?

P.S.: Ah, dimenticavo. Non postate in terza persona. Fa tanto romanzo crepuscolare, ma è onestamente ridicolo su fèisbuk.

(Capitoli da un best seller ormai introvabile)

#i libri di Marika Borrelli #Come Pesci nella Rete

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hope for the hopeless (upstairs downstairs fic) [agnes/blanche]

series : upstairs downstairs ( 2011 ) pairing:  Agnes Holland/Blanche Mottershead summary: Blanche Mottershead knows many things. Beyond the realms of undiscovered artefacts and the dust and the rocks they’re buried in. So, it is only proper, she knows that she could only be Agnes’ rock as the other had been for her on her own trying times. Because she remembers looking like that.

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        There’s an unmistakable sadness in Agnes’ eyes that Blanche picked up on recently. She notices and pays enough attention to gauge Agnes’ mood whenever she walks into the room. She knows when the other would sit on the study and read, and when it would be a great time to hand her a glass of whiskey, no matter what time of the day it is. Blanche can never blame Agnes for the sadness that lurks beneath her façade. Her sister committed suicide and her marriage was ruined, beyond repair, only a legal document now

        However, Blanche will blame herself if she lets Agnes venture deeper into destruction in these dark times. So she distracts her from it--she had stayed for Agnes to make sure she takes care of herself after all—often dragging Agnes to the museum and simply talking. About the Egyptians. Making Agnes remember the happy times of her life. Occasionally telling her how wonderful she is—Blanche sees the sadness passing away, even for few short moments, for it haunts Agnes in between walks from an exhibit to another.

        The urge to get rid of it is overwhelming to Blanche. It stains Agnes beautiful face, creates unnecessary wrinkles and creases on her forehead and Blanche finds it distasteful and feels slight scornful towards Hallam for he had caused all this (at least a part of it). Now he’s hiding away in Buckingham Palace. Men, Blanche sighs. They think women are some sort of comfort, to serve them, to be their companion-but Blanche always thought otherwise.

        There’s always been that endearing quality about women that men can never break as long as they go on with their faux masculinity and petty prejudices. They think women dress for them—the men. Blanche often found herself rolling her eyes at that. Such thought was incredibly preposterous, at least for her, which is why they’re a tad tight-lipped around her. Afraid of her knowledge, of her peculiar candor, that Maud finds quite disagreeable yet also agreeable. Blanche thinks a lot would benefit if the world would choose to zip its mouth if its only purpose is to spat prejudices towards their own.

        Blanche Mottershead knows many things. Beyond the realms of undiscovered artefacts and the dust and the rocks they’re buried in. So, it is only proper, she knows that she could only be Agnes’ rock as the other had been for her on her own trying times. Because she remembers looking like that.

        Forlorn. Towards a long-lost and a beloved. It’s often what happens to the left besotted. The one who’d thought better to care and not to hate. She’d seen Agnes façade crumble, perhaps, she had imagined Agnes saw Persie’s body lying down the hall. Blanche remembers helping her up, taking her to her room and cradling her sobs and cries of how life is unfair.

        One morning, Agnes drags herself into the study, smelling of alcohol, and stumbles on the way in and Blanche was thankful she was alert enough to help her. When Agnes was settled, she goes back to her work. Observing the other occupant of the room, in this case. Hangover. She apparently drank herself to oblivion, much to Blanche’s dismay. So the archaeologist gets up, sets down an aspirin and a cup of water for her friend.

        Blanche returns to her seat and pays limited attention to the book she was reading, glasses perched on her nose, often wrinkling when coming across something interesting. Her mind thinks otherwise and digresses when a phrase about blaming comes up. She opts it best to not look for someone to blame now but whenever she closes her eyes and thinks of whom caused such distress within Agnes, her unfortunate nephew’s face pops into her head and it’s absolutely unbearable.

        Blanche is glad that she accepts it. It doesn’t take long before life is back on Agnes’ face. She smiles a ‘thank you’ to Blanche, which she reciprocates. Agnes deserves so much and she does not realize one bit of it.

        “I wouldn’t really know that, Blanche.” It’s only when Agnes responds she realizes she said those words out loud.

        There’s no shame in it, Blanche tells herself, but she really wanted that thought to herself alone.

        Blanche shuts her book and looks at Agnes, who sat on the other couch, idle and still out of her depths. “I’ll make sure to inform you of it every waking day.” A response which makes the other smile a little bit more. (Blanche loved seeing Agnes smile, it shines a light on days she feels rather knocked out from seeing piles of letters from people wanting to enter England and think that those piles may be the same volume as the dead bodies lying around in this kind of war.)

        She intends to make a point of this and walks to where Agnes is saddled, leaning down before her and taking her hand in hers.

        “You deserve to be happy, to be able to live despite what has transpired. You deserve to be happy solely because you’re Lady Agnes Holland, perhaps the most wonderful, amazing and particularly beautiful woman I ever had the chance to associate myself with.”

        Even Blanche herself is taken in surprise with the words that escaped her mouth—as much as Agnes was. Certainly, she could have worded it in a tame manner but slipping into extravagance seemed to be the theme of the day. Not saying that Agnes was anything less than what was said but, perhaps, she should’ve exerted a little bit more control.

        But Agnes was polite, proper and perfect. She accepts the sincerity of Blanche and does not attempt to shove it away.

        Agnes smiled. “You always had a way of lifting my spirits, Blanche, and I thank you for that.” And squeezes her hand. Blanche reciprocates the gesture, smiling and then letting go to go back to her business. If her peripheral vision wasn’t fooling her, she’d swear on her artefacts that Agnes’ smile dropped and her eyes turn lonely than it is sad, but Blanche ignores it—because there’s no road to cross beyond this line.

        She’ll make do with this. The loving aunt. The caring friend. The reliable rock. As long as the day that Agnes becomes happy again arrives, Blanche will be happy and she’ll hide whatever feelings she may have in order not to lose this friendship and break the foundation and support they built for each other.

        This is enough.

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Clive Tyldesley commentates as kids recreate classic goals in back garden

With almost all football postponed indefinitely because of the coronavirus pandemic, star players have found themselves at a loose end.

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With many training grounds off-limits, clubs have sent footballers home, where they’re adhering to an isolation period for the next few weeks. How are they passing the time?

ESPN will be keeping a daily eye on what the world’s best are up to, as well as how clubs are keeping busy by battling in online competitions against each other.

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Kids recreate classic goals in back garden

While many have come close, it’s two young lads from Merseyside who have emerged as the breakout stars of football isolation Twitter.

Kieran and Lucas are the sons of former professional footballer Sean O’Hanlon — two boys who have been keeping us entertained by recreating a selection of classic wonder goals in their back garden.

Having already garnered acclaim from some big names (Robin van Persie is a fan!), Kieran and Lucas are back and this time they’ve been joined by one of the English game’s most recognisable voices in commentator Clive Tyldesley.

Kieran and Lucas are back!

@sohanlon23

This time with @CliveTyldesley!

Choose your favourite!

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— ITV Football (@itvfootball) May 1, 2020

Indeed, Tyldesley has lent his dulcet tones to the latest selection of golazos on offer, including Ronaldinho’s fluke free kick for Brazil against England and Paul Gascoigne’s timeless strike at Euro ’96, not to mention the Peter Crouch robot dance and a classy Cristiano Ronaldo free kick for Manchester United.

Lovely stuff from all involved. We can hardly wait to see what the next video will bring!

Marcos Llorente has been taking on all comers in a physical challenge that has taken La Liga defenders by storm.

The Atletico Madrid full-back went up against Marc Bartra (Real Betis) and Sergi Gomez (Sevilla FC) to see who could jump highest from a one-footed standing start.

115,5 cm

No me dejo ganar ni al “veo veo”

Gracias por ayudarme a mejorar @gomez_sergi @MarcBartra

¿Alguien da más? pic.twitter.com/4LEidiV5t5

— Marcos Llorente (@marcosllorente) April 30, 2020

Bartra’s first effort came in at 108.5cm.

108,5 cm a pata coja.

Ahí estamos amigos @sergigomez @marcosllorente !

#EveryBodyJump pic.twitter.com/uoSW1fqEKf

— Marc Bartra (@MarcBartra) April 30, 2020

Gomez couldn’t quite match that, measuring up at 108cm.

But Llorente clearly had it nailed, with a very impressive 115.5cm leap … only to see his effort almost immediately bettered by Gomez, who managed 116cm.

However, we’re note sure any of these stars match up to Cristiano Ronaldo‘s super-human efforts from a standing start.

Cristiano Ronaldo jumped 28 inches and reached 8’4 feet when he scored that header against Sampdoria

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— ESPN FC (@ESPNFC) December 19, 2019

It finally looks like Real Madrid captain Sergio Ramos has submitted to the isolation and adopted the look of a bearded 1970s rock star.

Two visually-impaired Southampton fans will now be able to watch their beloved side play clearly for the first time thanks to some truly life-changing technology.

Joshua (14) and Florence (10) were both fitted with innovative IrisVision glasses that will allow them to watch their team in action as and when football returns to St Marys.

A kickabout they’ll remember forever

Watch as a pair of young visually impaired #SaintsFC fans are surprised with VisionAid equipment, thanks to @VirginMedia:

— Southampton FC (@SouthamptonFC) April 30, 2020

The pair were fitted for the glasses earlier this year and were given a surprise greeting by Saints trio James Ward-Prowse, Jack Stephens and Oriol Romeu in the dressing room.

Wolves winger Jonny is spending isolation at home with his dog, who may or may not have had a say in his choice of lounge attire.

Layvin Kurzawa has been sharing lots of ridicuolously adorable videos of his baby daughter Kendjaia.

Including this one where the Paris Saint-Germain defender teaches her to dance!

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Premier League: Here is my choice for Arsenal’s Team of the Decade

So, it’s less than two months till the end of the 2010s, so recently websites and some papers have started running articles summarizing the last decade. Let’s start with Arsenal’s team of the decade, based purely on their form for us in that spell. Football fanatics from around the world can obtain Premier League Tickets online to enjoy its stunning performances.

Wojciech Szczesny: You only need to be beyond the standard to be careful with this place. It took too long for Arsene Wenger to realize that Almunia and Fabianski were mentally not strong enough to play for a club our size. His form at Juventus though has led some to believe the club was premature in letting him go, it’s believed he angered management by being caught smoking in the shower after playing an extremely bad game. He would have been a better option than a Cech past his best.

Bacary Sagna:

While most of our full-backs could be described as good going forward but not great defensively, Sagna was reliable going both ways. His last game for us ended our trophy drought before he became the latest name to jump to Man City. Injuries have meant no one since has had the body of work to rival him for this role with some Gooners even targeting Bellerin at away games.

Per Mertesacker: His injury-plagued the last couple of years made us maybe not appreciate the German defender as we should have, and he would perhaps not be in Arsenal’s team of the decade in some fan's eyes. It was concerning to read how he mentally reached the point where he no longer wanted to be picked in the squad as the stress of match days. If that was the case, he should have retired sooner instead of taking a salary from the club.

Laurent Koscielny: Gooners don’t like how he left, but if they’re honest this has been our best partnership in the last 10 years, with Koscielny making up for BFG’s lack of pace. In his prime, he was one of the best defenders in the Premier League, but an Achilles injury robbed him of fitness, missing the World Cup in 2018. No longer able to play full-backs games a week it had got to the stage where his game time had to be managed. He clearly feels someone higher up went back on their word, but he still should have handled his exit better.

Nacho Monreal: Was brought in as a squad player but eventually replaced Gibbs when it was clear he could be trusted more defensively as well as being able to stay fit. Over the years Gooners he got more confident going forward as he grew into a proper leader, adding goals to his game. Even at the most difficult times, you could never accuse the Spaniard of not giving any more than 100 percent. The decision to sell him and not Kolasinac was one of many mistakes Emery has made this year.

Alex Song: Still, the closest we had in a decade of perfecting that role as DM. After the departure of Fabregas and Nasri, Song stepped up in terms of leadership qualities. He struck up a great understanding with Vanpersie, adding assists to his game. His form earns a move to Barcelona. Arsene Wenger made a mistake in not resigning him when he was being loaned out to the likes of West Ham.

Aaron Ramsey: I had to pick him. Not just did he win the three FA cups which ended our long trophy drought, but he scored the winner in 2 of those finals, giving him a place in Arsenal’s team of the decade for his legendary status. A horrific broken leg at Stoke meant fans had to be patient to see him replace the likes of Fabregas and Nasri, and like lots of our British talent could never get through a campaign without time spent on the side-lines.

Santi Cazorla: So good you could often take him for granted. It was only when he was out of the team you realized how well he was, and how no one could do what he did; the ability to dictate the ball from deep and control the tempo of our game. I truly believe we would have won the title instead of Leicester had he not got injured that year. It’s ironic that Arsenal gave him so many years to recover from injury but the moment they failed to renew his contract is when he started playing weekly again. He would walk into our current XI and is a shoo-in for Arsenal’s team of the decade.

Alexis Sanchez: Another gunner who scored in two of the FA Cups he won. The talent was obvious but work rate set him apart, often dropping deep to get the ball and make things happen. A pattern would develop though, as soon as it was clear we were out of any title race, his body language would turn poor and he failed to be the leader his younger teammates needed when they lost their confidence. Stories are that the dressing room accused him of thinking he was better than them because in truth … he was.

Olivier Giroud: Selection will divide opinion, which is fitting as he did throughout his career, with Deschamps viewing him as his first choice for France even when he wasn’t picked by his club. The fact is that he is one of the few to score over 100 goals for the club and gave us a plan B we haven’t had since. It wasn’t his fault Mr. Wenger never chose to buy a world-class striker to partner him up with, and he only left because he wanted first-team football in time for the World Cup. He came back to haunt us in the Europa League where he was the best player in Baku.

Robin van Persie:

He merits being in this team for what he did for us in his final season, as skipper of one of the most terrible squads in our history. Never before have had a team allocated so much to one man, who single-handedly got us back into the Champions League. That’s why we were so mad that he enforced a move to Man United. 

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