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ask-professor-laurel · 2 years

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(@ask-professor-cedar-pmd) Thievul: Greetings. I am a Thievul from another world, and I have been highly curious of your kind and world for quite some time. Might I ask, what kinds of technologies do you have for Pokemon in your world?

...You know, I've seen stranger things than a Thievul able to use a computer.

Aha, anyways. Hello there! I suppose being from another world shouldn't be so surprising- what, with those Ultra Beasts that brought up a ton of fanfare in Alola a while back. Though I can't say I've met a Pokemon who is also a professor! Intriguing.

That's a pretty broad question! What kind of technologies are you meaning? We have everything from devices Pokemon can use to communicate, to prosthetics, to transportation built specifically with Pokemon in mind. Not to mention technology to assist with battling, to connect Pokemon's power to their trainer, technology specifically designed to help Pokemon with certain jobs that require a boost. Really, you name it, we've got it as far as I know.

Did you have something specific in mind? If you're looking for a specific kind of technology, I'd be happy to rattle on about what we have available :)

#pokemon #professor laurel #arthur rambles #asked and answered #this may be my first time speaking with a Thievul #in a language I can understand that is #glad to know you're curious about us humans #we're curious about you as well!

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weird-but-hey · 1 year

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Not to be gay or anything but

Y'all ever noticed Larissa and Clarissa are moaned the same way?

#wednesday 2022 #the school of good and evil #laurel gates #larissa weems #larissa weems x marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill #clarissa dovey #leonora lesso #dovesso #lesso x dovey #professor dovey #lady lesso

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hoarding-niffler · 1 year

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Faye did not like Professor Sharp at first. Gruff, tall men evoke a certain fear in her, so she was quite hesitant to talk to him, and nervous during her first lesson. After she realised that he’s simply disciplined and down-to-earth but not unkind, she warmed up to him and improved significantly in his class.

It’s still not her best subject, though; her gloves--which she only ever takes off for her ablutions--make it difficult to precisely cut and measure ingredients. She has a feeling Sharp knows what lies beneath the supple leather and while he may reprimand students for not wearing the appropriate gear when handling volatile potions, he never once asked her to take remove them. She’s grateful.

#faye laurel #my ocs #my screenshots #hogwarts legacy #professor sharp #aesop sharp

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lghtyear · 3 months

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newly added muses :

eleventh doctor , doctor who . fc : matt smith . fred jones , scooby doo . fc : garrett hedlund . merlin , merlin . fc : colin morgan . sebastian reid , fandomless oc . fc : aidan turner . sam , stardew valley . fc : danny griffin . harvey , stardew valley . fc . seth green . sebastian , stardew valley . fc . felix mallard .

# ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: fred jones. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: merlin. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: sebastian reid. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: sam. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: harvey. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: sebastian. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: jessica riley. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: gwen cooper. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: oliver wetherell. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: connor bradley. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: professor yana. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

mooooore

# ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: the mistress. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: rose tyler. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: sammy laurel. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ # ⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: suki. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

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gemkun · 1 month

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@defiedlife said : “Say, Ratio… What was home like for you, back when you were growing up? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about it.” — Aven ofc

⸻ to some , the passing of casual enquiry is but a means to engage in small talk. to others , it is a loaded question filled with answers that burden the beholder. were veritas to switch gears , and proffer the same curious prod to the stoneheart , he is certain reticence would make itself known. the like of which weaves across the disposition of the scholar.

although , not for the same reason the avgin is plagued with. even if the two resonate with similar circumstance. existing as foils of each other.

tilting , a candid demeanour fixes its attention to the bearer of the ask , granting him his utter focus. ❝ dwelling on the past is equivalent to fostering a backwards mindset. ❞ common , and perhaps expected , he lectures the male settled by his side. leaning in curated intrigue.

aventurine is almost innocent under this light , gazing curiously as a child would , waiting for the narrative to unfold.

he has to wonder , momentarily , whether this was an act of deception. the ipc oft dissuaded against evolving into more than mere co — workers coalescing , and an idiot could discern how sharing stories of one’s origins could spark the catalyst for new developments. emotions would demand to be felt , but so too would they cry to be heard.

even veritas ratio sensed the thunder of his humanity at times.

but , upon rational inspection , what was there to be gained in this discussion ? strewn files were aboard somewhere in some station , pertaining to rationality’s fall and the mechanical emperor’s wars. amidst all of the commotion , the mundanite was no more than another number , another face in the crowd.

being heralded as a prodigy meant nothing when his raison d'être was unfinished.

❝ my homeworld is no more than a distant memory. i spent most of my days under the tutelage of a professor i was quite fond of. ❞ reminiscent is his tone , and hypocrisy glimpses. ❝ my childhood was not one of hardship , so , i have no complaints or quarrels. nor was my upbringing and later school years. ❞ a sigh escapes , as if to wash away his confession. ❝ if you are so beleaguered with interest , there are texts chronicling each instance for you to indulge in. ❞

#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝#* ✦ 𝐕𝐈. ❮ muses ❯ ⸻ ❝ 「 veritas ratio 」#* ✦ defiedlife #* ✦ defiedlife | aventurine #i do think the ipc would be against relationships since they want to reduce all contingencies #depending on the employee and their partner i suppose #aventurine and veritas being in cahoots has upsides and downsides #where you know we've explored how it can be exploited but like also it can very easily lead them out of the ipc's grasp #in that they are so stubborn and influenced by each other that it would be difficult to control either one if the ipc wanted to #also i hope hoyo expands on veritas' past because its literally so up in the air #like yes his galaxy is the laurel wreath galaxy and it has been wiped of organic life #but what happened prior #and is the cosmos liberty university on ratio's homeworld or was it elsewhere #it's also heavily implied professor rond is deceased with the yellowed letter and all but we don't talk about it

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taylor-titmouse · 3 months

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The Masson Circle Collection (18+)

OUT NOW!

Even killers can fall in love. Set against a backdrop of early 70s Europe, The Masson Circle is a collection of illustrated queer romance novellas between assassins, thieves, and the criminal mastermind at the middle of them all. Originally released between 2020 and 2021, these three stories have been remastered with revised text, 30 brand new illustrations, and an exclusive bonus story. This collection is roughly 69k words.

All three stories contain some violence, references to alcohol, and explicit sexual content and images. They are intended for adult audiences only. Comes in DRM-free PDF and EPUB formats, and includes an image gallery ZIP containing all book illustrations, plus all the sketchbook content included in the original releases.

Daffodils

Retired assassin Ezra Platt loves his wife, Tessa, more than anything else in the world. For the first time in six years, the two are both in town for their anniversary, which means it has to be made special. What do you get the woman who is your everything, especially when she's an assassin herself? Perhaps the answer lies in Ezra's memories of meeting her...

18.2k words. Features fem dom, face sitting, and pegging.

Carnations

The Duplessis is hosting its biannual masked bacchanal, and art forger and thief Leonard Lacroix has been hired to empty its safe. Infiltrating the classy gentlemen's club is easy, but when he runs into an old flame, getting out with all he wants is not.

17.4k words. Features gay sex in a private office. Contains the use of a homophobic slur.

Laurels

French couturier Mathieu Masson is a man with one foot in the underworld, the one to call for anything from a killing to a Caravaggio. But when a new client demands what he can't give, he has only his bodyguard, Jean Martin, to lean on.

16k words. Features a trans male lead and tender lovemaking. Contains some queerphobia, and references to child sex abuse in a character's past.

This collection also includes Narcissus, Dianthus, and Sweet Bay, each an extra short story connected to their corresponding book, from the perspective of the love interest. Narcissus explores Tessa's memory of her and Ezra's first night together. Dianthus recalls the time Lionel and Leonard fooled around in a professor's office in college. Sweet Bay takes place just before Laurels' epilogue, as Jean and Mathieu settle into their partnership and open up about themselves. Sweet Bay contains discussion of child sex abuse in a character's past.

Read it today!

#taylor titmouse #the masson circle

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blueiskewl · 25 days

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The Marble Head of Apollo Unearthed in Greece

The excavation, carried out by a group of students of the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki in the archaeological site of Philippi Kavala, brought to light important findings. Among other things, they discovered a rare head of Apollo dating back to the 2nd or early 3rd century AD.

The statue dates back to the 2nd or early 3rd century AD and it probably adorned an ancient fountain.

Natalia Poulos, Professor of Byzantine Archaeology, led the excavation, which included fifteen students from the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki (11 undergraduates, 2 master’s, and 2 PhD candidates), Assistant Docent Anastasios Tantsis, and Professor Emeritus of Byzantine Archaeology Aristotle Mendzo.

Archaeologists say, this year the excavation continued east of the southern main road (decumanus) at the point where it meets the northern axis of the city (the so-called “Egnatia”). The continuation of the marble-paved road was revealed, on the surface of which a coin (bronze phyllis) of the emperor Leo VI (886-912) was found, which helps to determine the duration of the road’s use. At the point where the two streets converge, a widening (square) seems to have been formed, dominated by a richly decorated building.

Archaeologists say evidence from last year’s excavations leads them to assume it was a fountain. The findings of this year’s research confirm this view and help them better understand its shape and function.

The research of 2022 brought to light part of the rich decoration of the fountain with the most impressive statue depicting Hercules as a boy with a young body.

The recent excavation (2023) revealed the head of another statue: it belongs to a figure of an ageneous man with a rich crown topped by a laurel leaf wreath. This beautiful head seems to belong to a statue of the god Apollo. Like the statue of Hercules, it dates from the 2nd or early 3rd century AD and probably adorned the fountain, which took its final form in the 8th to 9th centuries.

In classical Greek and Roman religion and mythology, Apollo is one of the Olympian gods. He is revered as a god of poetry, the Sun and light, healing and illness, music and dance, truth and prophecy, and archery, among other things.

Philip II, King of Macedon, founded the ancient city of Philippi in 356 BC on the site of the Thasian colony of Crenides near the Aegean Sea. The archaeological site was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2016 for its outstanding Roman architecture, urban layout as a smaller reflection of Rome itself, and significance in early Christianity.

By Oguz Buyukyildirim.

#The Marble Head of Apollo Unearthed in Greece #Philippi Kavala #marble #marble statue #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #ancient greece #greek history #greek art

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ask-professor-laurel · 2 years

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Have you ever had a pokemon use helping hand on you and for what ?

Yes, actually! This was a few years back- a while, actually, I didn't have the facility yet. I was in Almia, working with some Rangers. The region was recovering from a pretty intense attempt on controlling Pokemon- some... ridiculous team, I don't remember their name, but they were bad news. I got called down to help with some relief efforts- calming down Pokemon, relocating, that sort of thing. Not my usual kind of work, but I can do it in a pinch. Plus I had staff with me for backup.

There was a particular Ranger I was working with- Auburn was her name, I believe, I understand that she's one of the Top Rangers of the region, was heavily involved with the whole ordeal. Lovely girl, her partner was a Galarian Rapidash, actually. Anyways, I'm getting off topic.

We'd stumbled across some straggling team members who still had their mind control tech. We weren't even looking for them- we were cleaning up some heavily damaged forest and helping the injured Pokemon with the help of some Auburn had captured and then these guys ambushed us out of nowhere. One of Auburn's Pokemon- a Clefairy? Maybe? Forgive me, it's been a few years, anyways whatever it was used Helping Hand and I don't think it was intending to target me but it did and I, ah. Well.

Listen, I'm no stranger to violence. And I won't hesitate to throw a punch. Which I didn't- I was going for one of the guys anyways, then I got hit with the Helping Hand, and I... may have punched the guy so hard he flew back about 10 feet. Not something I would usually be capable of- not even close- but that power up you get is no joke. The rest of them were taken care of by Auburn's Rapidash- they didn't want to put up much of a fight, if I'm being honest.

Would I do it again? Maybe after some endurance training. It's a great power boost, sure, but the drawback is that I'm not a Pokemon who's built for battle, and I broke a couple knuckles with that hit. Probably lucky I didn't break my hand. It's why I don't encourage people to let their Pokemon power them up unless they have the endurance to do so and they've prepared for it- getting a power boost is nice and theory, but our bodies often aren't meant to handle that kind of strength, and it can cause some serious damage.

That said, with the proper training and preparation? 100% would do it again. Not even just for a fight- it'd be nice if I had, like, the means to lift a tree off of a trapped Pokemon, or dig someone out of rubble. Granted, it'd also be nice to punch a poacher clear across a room! I'm not immune to a satisfying punch. I like to try and solve things with words first, but sometimes people only listen to actions.

#pokemon #professor laurel #arthur rambles #asked and answered #Auburn thought it was hilarious I remember #I had no idea the boost had hit me until I punched the guy #and promptly busted 3 knuckles #hurt like hell! but cool ability #it'd be something to look into if I ever needed to fight more than I already do #we havent had any attempts on the facility in a while

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wildflowercryptid · 5 months

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now that kieran's champ look dropped, i could finally draw their mjverse designs for indigo disk. there's a 1 year timeskip between the 2 dlcs in my canon so i wanted to make them look a lil different to show that passage of time, ( carmine's not here bc i don't really see her look changing much. )

some info about what juliana and florian were up to during that 1 year gap under the cut! ⤵

JULIANA : after attaining her champion title and helping solve the team star situation, juliana's skills as a battler have become pretty well known around paldea. this new status initially ostracized her a bit from her peers, much like what nemona experienced, but she was able to show others that she was still just as approachable as she was before by tutoring some fellow students that wished to improve their battling skills. she's also realized that she really loves teaching others and is pretty damn good at it, too.

besides battling, juliana has also found a love of art thanks to hassel's art class. if you couldn't find her at the academy's battlefield, she'd most likely be working on a new piece in the art room. as a result, a lot of her clothes have speckled with paint ( like her favorite sneakers. ) seeing her passion for art and hoping to help her hone her skills, hassel took up the position as her mentor and is a great source of encouragement and support for her. juliana has also started dating penny soon after the end of post-game story.

FLORIAN : after getting back to mezagoza from his trip to kitakami, florian was a bit of an emotional wreak ( to say the least. ) he spent well over a month languishing over what happened with kieran, most of it spent moping around juliana and his shared dorm room while listening to heartbreak playlists. the rest was spent coming to the realization that his skills as a battler were still severely lacking. his last battle with kieran was an extremely close call, he only barely won with the skills he had gained during his journey through paldea. with how things were, there was no way he could fufill the duties of a pokémon professor if he couldn't effectively protect the pokémon entrusted to him, let alone himself or others he cares about. he couldn't keep resting on his laurels, he had to work towards improving himself.

so, for the past year, florian's poured himself into improving his battling skills with nemona and his sister's help. while he still isn't on their level, he's become quite the formidable battler. ogrepon, which he's given the nickname "pon-pon," has also become a staple of his team. the rest of his time is dedicated towards studying in the hopes of becoming pasio's next pokémon professor, being the most interested in mythology and terastallization. he still talks to arven frequently after he ( finally ) graduated, along with becoming friends with ortega and atticus. he even dated ortega briefly, but it was very clear that florian was still hung up on kieran so the relationship didn't last long, ( they're still good friends, though. )

when cyrano approaches the cavallari siblings and asks them to come to blueberry academy as exchange students, florian accepts the offer without hesitation. this could be his only chance to reconcile with kieran so there's no way he'd pass it up. juliana is happy to tag along since a school that focuses on battling sounds right up her alley, that and she's still peeved about not getting to go to kitakami. though, she's a little concerned for her brother and what may be waiting for him when they get there.

#i rambled under the cut please forgive me #i just needed to get my ideas out for the cavallari sibs #i don't know any spoilers but i just know a storm's brewing for florian #which i may end up pushing further if the plot allows it who knows #but yeah here are my kids enjoy #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pkmn scarvio #trainer juliana #trainer florian #rival kieran #pokemon kieran #hc : (pkmn) mjverse #chara : juliana sigal cavallari #chara : florian russel cavallari #chara : kieran hinoki #🎨 : mj draws #sv dlc spoilers #indigo disk spoilers

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sexhaver · 4 months

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i think the most frustrating thing about this whole "exclusive fwb" discourse are the amount of people getting it wrong who don't even realize that there is an objectively correct answer that they're missing. they treat it like it's that blue/orange dress or the "laurel/yanni" thing, where some people just see the situation one way and other people see it a completely different way and both interpretations are equally valid. that is not the case here.

if you look at that screenshot (yes, even without the added context of the last blue text) and come to any conclusion other than "gray text is a straight man who wants regular and exclusive sex with a woman without any of the commitment or emotional responsibility that come with a labeled relationship", you are just wrong and need to get more life experience. and there's no shame in that, any more than there's shame in getting a question on a test wrong. but there is shame in getting any other answer and then arguing that you're right because actually the guy could be aromantic and at least he's communicating his (shitty) boundaries clearly. that's like getting a math question wrong and arguing with the professor that 2+2=3 instead of just taking the L.

setting aside the people who are just outright wrong, i am a bit concerned about how many people arrived at the correct conclusion only after seeing the additional context (where blue text mentions that they had told gray text specifically that they didn't want to be fwb). obviously that context makes the correct answer clearer, but you should still be able to arrive at that conclusion with just the info from the cropped screenshot. if you can't, that doesn't mean the way gray text was talking in the first screenshot would have been fine in a vacuum; it means you need to train and/or recalibrate your spidey senses that tip you off to this kind of stuff.

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yichuuonvenus · 2 months

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Successes, Loyalties, and Laurel Leaves

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

~Description~

“Unfortunately the girl never responded to his love. It was not usual or possible for a nymph or a mortal woman in Greek mythology to resist the love of a god, but Daphne did so and in fact, she lost her life trying to escape this love.” - The Myth of Apollo and Daphne.

~Warnings~

Rape/non-consent, loss of virginity, obsessive behavior, murder

Part 1: The Search

Coriolanus Snow.

Owner of the Plinth fortune.

Future Head Gamemaker.

And most importantly future President of Panem.

Coriolanus was finally home, studying under the wing of his professor Dr. Gaul. He had his ancestral home back in his custody. He had his family and power back.

Snow lands on top as always…

…But he needed one more thing. He didn’t desire it but he knew he would need one.

A wife.

One with good political standing. One that was dumb but not too insipid. He needed one that was interesting enough if he wanted to continue his career.

He first thought of Livia Cardew.

She and her pointed little face would make for a good First Lady. Even if she was a gloating little girl just like now. He watched as she smiled proudly probably at another “accomplishment” she made. He continued to stare at her with a blank expression. Then he saw you and his expression, in the slightest, shifted.

He has never seen you before. He tried to pry his mind but never came up. That’s when he figured out you were new. He would’ve known you because he kept tabs on anyone. He was for sure you’ve never appeared in the capital before.

He made his way towards you, towards Livia who was already brushing you off like a toy she was done playing with.

“Coriolanus Snow,” Livia sighed as he drew close to her.

“Livia Cardew,” he said with a small bow and the most non-threatening smile he could come up with. It was quiet for a few seconds before Livia looked at you and finally remembered you were there.

“Coriolanus, this is my cousin.”

You did a small bow with a shy smile. You obviously weren’t comfortable with the amount of people that were here which made Coriolanus think that you probably weren’t around many people from whatever dwelling you came from.

He looked down at your dress. You wore a modest dress that could’ve been viewed as a hammy down if it was on anyone else. It was still pretty on you and hugged your figure in a good enough way he supposed.

“Did you just come to the Capitol?” Coriolanus asked.

You shook your head and then started talking, more mumbling and stuttering than talking.

“My family has been here we have just been in hiding.”

“You make yourself sound so ominous,” Livia laughed crudely. “Her father thought it would be safer if she stayed home. Away from the troubles of Panem.”

“You must find yourself lucky then,” Coriolanus said with a stiff smile.

“No, not quite. Mother thinks I needed to start meeting kids my own age. It’s been a lot harder than I expected.” You were staring down at your shoes. Barely holding eye contact.

Coriolanus smiled. It was endearing the way you held yourself. Shy and quiet it was refreshing in a way. You were a quiet little bird waiting for something to make you sing. He would make you sing.

“Well, I hoped to see more of you. You’ll have to meet my cousin Tigris. She would honestly love you,” he said.

Finally, did you hold his stare. A smile bloomed on your lips. You were almost excited that someone invited you to something as simple as meeting a cousin.

A woman with a wrinkled face called your name. She looked elegant as she walked towards you. She smiled as she saw Coriolanus.

“Mother,” you said as you kissed both of her cheeks.

“Coriolanus Snow,” the older woman bowed. “I see you’ve met my daughter. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He saw the resemblance now. The same sweet smile and the same twinkle in your eyes.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

“I fear we have to go now but please send us a letter. We would love to have you over,” Your mother chirped.

“Of course, have a good night to you both.”

He watched you as you walked off. He bid Livia farewell as well but he couldn’t care to hold her stare. His eyes were on you.

Only you.

. . .

Coriolanus stared at you as you picked up a small budding rose. It was pink with shades of magenta near the top of the petals. He walked closer.

“That’s a nice one,” he said. You jumped at the suddenness of his voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No… it’s fine. I do that a lot. What brings you here?” You asked as, what seemed like, a coy smile etched onto your face.

“I like to walk around the gardens here. The roses are always so beautiful this time around…” Coriolanus leaned over a bush and grabbed a white one. No imperfections. It was simple, pure, and perfect. “Here, this one is a nicer one.”

“I couldn’t… pa- my father doesn’t like roses much and you picked it it’s too pretty for me,” you spoke in such a soft tone Coriolanus couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s as pretty as you.” He said quietly but you heard all the same.

You shook your head.

“I-“

Coriolanus was close now. You could feel his hand take yours and then lay the rose on it.

“A beauty deserves to be shared.”

“Of course,” you whispered.

Then he left without saying another word to you.

Part 2: The Hunt

It’s been a couple of weeks since that encounter. Coriolanus couldn’t help but think about how flustered you got when he called you pretty.

It was just too easy. You were going to be wrapped around his slender little finger.

Coriolanus could imagine it now. You on his arm. No, there was no need for Livia Cardew when you were right there. Pristine and perfect.

And Innocent.

He would have to fix that. You were unknowing of what this cruel world has to offer. He would show you slowly. Made sure not to scare you at first. Then he would show you everything you needed to know.

He was abruptly forced out of his little daydream of you when Dr. Gaul asked her question again.

“If we can’t control the districts what would need to be done?”

Coriolanus pondered on that question.

Control.

His mind drifted towards you. If he couldn’t control the districts then he would need to keep them in line. In check. Show them that no disobedience would be tolerated.

“Punishment,” it was all Coriolanus said.

Dr. Gaul smiled before shaking her head.

“A distraction. A moment of confusion. They need a sense of safety. When they feel safe. We pull it away. So they believe that they will need to earn it,” she said as she walked away from him. Her hands were politely behind her back, making her appear taller than she was.

“If we punished them every time they acted out of line. We would have no choice back to exterminate their whole line. They need to be reliant on us for this to work.”

Coriolanus thought about you again and then about what Dr. Gaul said. For this to work for him to own you. He would have to make you believe you were safe and then rip the safety out from under you.

It was a perfect plan.

. . .

You were pretty enough.

Too pretty for any boy around the capitol that’s for sure. He thought as he stared at you. You all were in the garden. You were practicing how to braid on one of your little dolls. While Coriolanus was helping out with your mother tending to the new flowers she was putting in.

Sunflowers.

Your favorite apparently. Coriolanus wasn’t really fond of sunflowers but it would have to do for the time being.

He knew that it was only a matter of time before you were going to be poked and prodded like a toy. You made your societal debut at the little party he first saw you at. He knew that he wasn’t the only one that could’ve had his eyes on you.

Luckily for him, it wasn’t hard for him to work his way into your family. They were grateful that a Snow was even graced in their presence.

He figured out his plan for marriage which wasn’t a difficult one. Your mother practically saw him as a son and your father was adamant about him being at the house. He was already playing house with your family. All he needed to do was add you to the game as well.

He knew that step would involve your father.

Coriolanus stepped into the shade sweat was glistening on his back and his shirt was sticking to him. He could feel your eyes staring at him. You probably haven’t seen any men other than your father. He would be the one to change that.

Because you were his.

No one else’s just his.

He needed you to know that. To understand that. You were going to be his First Lady. The mother to his kids. The perfect, pristine Snow family.

The house of Snow would flourish with you as one of its heads.

He didn’t need to know your personality, your dreams, or whatever aspirations you had because you were already destined to become his.

Yes, he barely knew you now but he will with time of course.

Coriolanus would bring you out. He would show you off to the world and then you wouldn’t have to be learning how to braid on silly little dolls.

He drew closer to you and you shuffled a bit in your chair before huffing. It was quiet but he still heard the little noise come out of your mouth.

“What kind of braid are you practicing?”

You peered up at him.

“I’m practicing a fishtail braid. Livy wanted me to so I could do her hair for one of her parties,” you said as you put your focus back on your braid.

“How sweet. I’m sure she will like it. You’re already quite skilled from what I can tell.”

“Thank you, Mr. Snow.”

He chuckled at your formality. He was at your house often and you were still so formal with him. He smiled down at you before taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“Mr. Snow-“

“Please call me Coriolanus.”

“Coriolanus… what do you want from my family? You’ve been truly helpful but I just… I don’t quite understand what we could even provide you for you want to help,” you said.

You stopped braiding altogether and stared at him. You met his eyes and for the first time, he saw the light in your eyes. You had fire. He smiled at you.

“What can I say? When I see people in need I feel inclined to help them,” that’s all he said and then he left.

. . .

It wasn’t that hard to make your parents love him. He was the best thing that ever happened to your family. He made their lives better while slowly making yours miserable. It seemed like they poured most of their time into him. You were being slowly shoved into the background.

All he needed now was you. To make you think you’re safe as well in his presence but for some reason. He could never find you alone.

Anytime you were out. You would only be there for a few minutes before you went back into the seclusion that was your room.

You kept yourself hidden. It made sense you were never in the presence of people your age, so you making yourself scarce was reasonable. What wasn’t reasonable was not talking to him ever. After your small conversation that day you never spoke to him again.

He didn’t really know why it was that way. He was mad at first. Angry even that you kept yourself hidden away. He was in your home 24/7. He had his own room and his own seat at your dinner table. Practically part of your family because of your trusting parents.

So he made an effort to find you. It was like a game of sorts. The hunt to find you throughout your own home.

Most of the time you were in your room but on the days he was lucky he would find you in the library. In a secluded area. You never figured out how he always seemed to find you. The answer was he was a watcher and you were his favorite thing to watch.

Anytime he did find you he would never speak just mimicked whatever you did until you left. He liked to see your reaction to it. How your face would drop at the sight of him. How your breathing would pick up when you were in the same room as him.

You were like a little bunny, hopping around the forest hoping the big wolf wouldn’t find you. However, he always did because he never stopped the hunt.

He spotted you swiftly going up to the attic. It was perfect because no one would ever think to look up there for you.

He made his ascent to the attic. The place was old and dusty. It smelled of old books.

You were sitting looking out of the window. A small sniffle caught his ears. He smiled before turning it to a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

You suddenly flinched and swiftly turned your head.

“What- why… what do you need?” You got up swiftly. “I’ll leave.”

“Don’t go on my account. Please. I heard sniffling. I just wanted to see if you’re alright.”

You turned your head in a moment of thought.

You shook your head.

“No. I’m not.” You sat back down, pulling your shawl over yourself. You faced the window. It was colder now. The blistering heat was finally over. Snow made its way through the windy streets of Panem.

“What’s bothering you?” He whispered stepping a bit closer in your direction but not too close to scare you away.

“It’s just… I’ve been alone my entire life and then finally the world is opened up to me. I have family outside of this home. A cousin my age. Other people who are my age are now known to me. But I still can’t make friends. I’m still so lonely.”

He was about to speak up but then you opened your mouth again.

“Then you showed up and kept showing up. You live here now. You’re practically a family member, a brother I can’t help but be… jealous, and angry even at the sight of you. My parents, they love me but not in the way they love you.”

He was quiet. You turned your head towards him. Tears were brimming in your eyes. You never notice how close he was now. He held his hand on your cheek causing you to flinch away. Still, he wiped your tears.

“You don’t have to feel like you’re alone now.”

“What…”

A kiss was planted on your lips. He was kneeling and holding your face. Your lips were soft against his. Your cheeks were even softer as he held it.

It was like that for a couple of seconds minutes maybe before he felt a sharp pain on his lower lip that caused him to hiss out.

You were still as he stared at you. There was nothing on your face. No emotion.

You stood up and walked away. Coriolanus was quick to grab your hand but you were even quicker at pulling it out of his grasp.

He smiled as he touched his lips and stared at the blood that coated his fingers. You had a fire.

A fire he would like to restrain.

. . .

If Coriolanus were surprised that your father called him into the office the next day he was proud to say he wasn’t. He expected it but what he didn’t expect was that your father ask him to marry you.

“My daughter… she’s a sweet girl,” he mustered. “And she has such an interesting view of life.”

Coriolanus remained silent as your father took a deep breath. Like he was about to ask something from him that was impossible.

“You’ve shown so many acts of kindness to our family but my wife and I were wondering if you would marry our girl. You wouldn’t have to worry about her dowry.”

And there it was. The groveling. He was going to marry you. You were going to be his. He was going to own you. Coriolanus didn’t smile. He made sure not to. He gave thought to what his next words were going to be.

“Sir, are you sure? I mean it would be an honor but-“

“Please this is the only thing I can give you for being so generous to our family.”

“Then, I graciously accept to wed your daughter she will know nothing but happiness,” Coriolanus smirked as your father brought him into a hug. It was as if the old fool was going to cry.

. . .

You stared at the floor or the attic. You came back for no reason other than to scream. Even then you couldn’t do it.

You were angry that your parents foolishly believed this man who infiltrated your family. Your own home. Now he was coming for you.

You had a small inkling but you didn’t want to believe it. It was a foolish thought, a dumb idea that you thought was self-absorbed. It wasn’t. You were right. Someone out there did want you but in a sense of owning you.

You knew the kind of person Coriolanus Snow was. You didn’t know the world well enough to make sense of why people do the things they do. But even you could read Coriolanus Snow.

You balled your hands into fists. You were leaving tonight.

And no one was stopping you.

You walked down to your room. You made sure to pack some the night before. The night they told you about your marriage to the man who snaked his way into your family.

You started to cry and you got even more upset. You needed to pull yourself together but this was too much. Running away from home. You could possibly go to Livy’s. Hide in her bedroom for a few days then try to get onto a train that left for one of the districts maybe. It was a good plan in your mind. You still had a lot to learn about this new darker world you lived in.

“What are you doing, wife?”

You flinched at the sound of his voice. You wanted to laugh at the word wife but you couldn’t. You couldn’t even move. You turned around and saw the way his eyes stared down at you like you were a spoiled brat not getting her way.

“I… I am leaving. We are not married yet.”

“I mean we practically are married. I played house with your family and they see me as a son.”

“You’re the stranger.”

“But it’s almost like you’re more the stranger than me… barely coming out of your room. Hiding yourself away from your own family. Your own future husband. It’s sad.”

You stared at the ground clutching your sweater to your chest. Tears made their way down your cheeks. Coriolanus was nose to nose to you.

“I thought you said you didn’t like being alone. Now you’re not alone. You have me.”

“No,” you said as you shook your head. “No!”

You pushed him off only for you to shove you down onto your bed. You gasped as he smacked your face when you tried to get up again. You blinked once twice several times before you gained your sight back.

“I’ll scream.”

“Scream then but you may find that no one is home. Lucky for me. Unlucky for you, little bird.”

You started sobbing outright. You couldn’t stop. Coriolanus shoved you back down onto your back every time you made your way up.

“I always wanted to tear you out of one of your dresses. They never quite find your style. We can fix that when we are wedded.” He smiled at you. The toothy grin spooked you. You had never seen this smile before and it terrified you.

He did what he said he wanted to you and tore off your dress. You fought him the hardest you could. But it proved to be in vain. He was strong. Much stronger than you thought.

Buttons flew off your dress as he tore the rest of it off. Your stockings along with your underwear were next. You screamed as he shoved his fingers into you without care.

His fingers felt like sandpaper as they thrust into you. It was excruciating till finally, your entrance was slick enough for his fingers to smoothly slip in and out.

When you saw his fingers you gasped at the small bits of blood that coated them. Fresh tears made their way down your cheeks.

You called out for your mother and Coriolanus laughed. He brought his fingers that coated you to his mouth. He moaned at the taste and smiled.

“Want a taste?”

You shook your head and he chuckled before shoving them into your mouth. His spit and your blood were what you tasted. When you started to choke on his fingers he finally pulled them out.

“So sweet are you not?”

You felt him pull away from you and your body felt light. It didn’t register that he was off of you until you heard his clothes being thrown on the floor and the agonizing zip of his pants. You turned on your stomach and crawled to the other side of the room. He was quick to grab your ankle tightly.

“Where did you think you’re going, little bird?”

“Please. Please I don’t want this,” you cried into your sheets.

“You’ll be okay. You need to get used to this anyway if you’re to be my wife,” he quietly said into your ear.

“Then spare me until the wedding night. I can’t do this now.”

He was quiet like he was considering it.

“No.”

The fight was back on you kicked at him and tried your best to push him off but to no avail.

He was on you now. Legs were placed on either side of your naked thighs. You looked up at him as he held your wrists down.

He smiled softly at you it looked as if it was genuine. You sobbed even harder at it.

Coriolanus opened your thighs wide with his. He placed them on his waist. His eyes demanded that you looked into this as he licked his hand and rubbed the tip of his painful thick cock.

The first thing you felt was a sharpness. It was like someone was stabbing you but it was only him shoving himself into you.

He moaned loudly as he bottomed out in you. He licked the tears that made their way down your face. It made you feel weird. You felt the intrusion become smoother, and easier as he brought himself in and out of you.

His moans were the only thing you could hear and your whimpering. Both of them combined made you want to stay silent. As if you weren’t here.

“You’re being so perfect, little bird,” he said with a grin that you could never forget.

You were in a daze but you found that both of your hands were free you immediately started to slap and scratch at him. He screamed out to you as you tried your hardest to get free. He slapped you hard this time and held his hands around your throat.

You held his hands and tried to pull them off of you. You got too lightheaded and too weak. And as if whatever above was punishing you. You felt the coil turning throughout your stomach. It was setting you on fire. Your whole body got hot. You were overheating. Then in a flash, as he thrusted into you harshly you screamed so loudly you thought your voice cords would burst out of your throat.

You fainted from the loss of air and from whatever you just experienced.

You woke up to find yourself on the bed you looked down to see the mess in between your legs. Blood and sticky white coated your thighs.

You could feel the bile rise in your throat. The next thing you knew was throwing up in the trash next to your bed bits of blood were in your spit. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. You got up you didn’t even know how your legs were holding you up but you were firmly on the ground.

You stared around the room. He wasn’t in there but you felt as if he was still inside you. You rushed over to your closet throwing on whatever you could find and then to your dresser. You grabbed the cash that you hid there long ago.

Shoes were the next thing you put on. You carefully opened the door. You could hear the shower next door. That was your sign to run as fast as you could out of the house and you did just that. Running as fast as you could. As fast as your legs could carry you. When you finally got away from the vicinity of the house you counted the money that was on you. Nearly a thousand dollars was in your possession. You could get onto the next train to anywhere. You didn’t know how the trains worked but you were going to get out of there one way or another.

You didn’t know where you were going you didn’t even know where you were. The place was confusing to you. It all looked the same and yet different.

You felt a shove and you were on the road.

Then a car came and you forgot the rest.

Part 3: The Tree

Coriolanus didn’t mean to kill you. He just wanted to hurt you enough that you wouldn’t try this stupid attempt at escape again. He was angry and wanted you to hurt as much as he was. He was fond of you. Sure he could’ve been more gentle but he was as gentle as he could be.

He stared at you as people made their way to help you.

In a darker light… you look so much more beautiful like this. Dead and silent just as you were basically before. Your eyes had paled some. There was no longer that sad shine in your eyes anymore.

You looked like you were sleeping with your eyes open. Still and unmoving. A part of him hoped you were still there. Still breathing but to be completely honest. It was better this way. Untouched by the harsh reality of Panem. They would’ve eaten you out there.

And if he couldn’t have you then no one could’ve. It’s a wasteful thought yes. But You were just too perfect...

This way only he would be the one to remember you as you were. The girl who refused to be loved. He stared down taking note of what you were wearing.

You were in your mother’s white dress. The color reminded him of the white rose you gave you months ago. The dirt made it so brown and ugly. He wishes to give you a better dress as people pull you from the road. Maybe your parents would let him choose your dress.

He walked back to your home. Getting rid of any evidence that was there. He gave it all to Pluribus. He told him that he would have it done with.

When your parents figured out the news your mother sobbed like there was no tomorrow. Of course, Coriolanus needed to be the one who was the most grief-stricken. He was the one to marry you of course. He knew you for a good several months. Many people believe he loved you. He gained so much sympathy from the citizens of Panem.

Livia Cardew was upset as well. She got closer to Coriolanus. She would be a fit for his wife after all.

He laughed bitterly as he stared at the tree your parents decided to bury you under. A laurel tree. Your father decided on it because it was your supposed favorite tree.

At least you didn’t die like Lucy Gray. Unknown and unloved.

You were loved, just not by Coriolanus Snow…

He smiled as he touched the branches of your tree with Livia on his arm. Livia hugged him close and he could only grin as he stared at your laurel tree. It was snowing, a beautiful flurry, just like the night you ran away.

Snow lands on top. Coriolanus thought.

It most certainly does.

Epilogue.

Coriolanus Snow.

President of Panem.

He stared down at the flag that he wanted to upgrade. The old one was too bland for his new regime. He needed one that showed power and called for obedience.

The designer did well with the new version of the flag but it felt as though it was missing something important.

Snow thought of the Laurel tree your father buried you under.

The laurel leaves, your laurel leaves would be the symbol of Panem and a reminder of what you decided you didn’t want.

He smiled as he thought of you and your leaves.

You were going to look so beautiful on his new flag.

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weekly Layton puzzle #033

Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box puzzle 032

requested by anonymous

It's a Wrap

Laurel is very particular about wrapping this flower as it is a gift for an important friend of hers. She would like it to be wrapped as shown below, but has no idea where to begin.

In order to wrap the flower just like the drawing on the left,

HINTS:

HINT 1

Pay attention to the direction and starting point of each diagrammed fold.

HINT 2

Since the green edge of the wrapping paper will be obscured as you roll up the paper in A and D, you can disregard both these answers.

HINT 3

You're left with only two options at this point, so focus on the direction of the wrapping, and you'll soon find the solution.

You can turn your device sideways if you still struggle with it.

#weekly layton puzzle #professor layton

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