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He's heard great tales of this land. As an outsider, they had seemed all so enrapturing as to beggar belief. In those taverns long the way, this strange man recalls, the folk have called it gourmand, all hyacinths and garden and dizzying fetes. He had heard that its folk wore velvet and that the poorest of its rabble had cake, roast, and wine. And its queen: even fairer than the palace with the roses is she! Prettier. Gentler than April and twice as sweet.
But you see ā and surely he's right ā it accepts the average man, the normal, and exclusively them.
(But why shouldn't they? We must root them out, your majesty! Hunt them if we must! Beyond the walls...her right guard whispers, the monsters kill.) "But they aren't all monsters, are they? And the last time I checked, anyway, you don't just go razing a whole village for a single rat." The guards turn. Why'd he say that? God. Why did he say that before bloody her?! Henry blinks, and head bowed, color and deference fills his swallow. "I just mean... They can't all be bad, I don't think. Your majesty." / @wornkindness, fantasy starter call.
@wornkindness asked for a starter from chopper
A GROWL ECHOES THROUGH THE HALL. how dare they kick him out of the room!! he was going to take his anger out on ezra later. paw continue to pound on the door as he can hear the chatter on the other side of the door. a knife is clenched between his teeth as he lets out another low growl. they will let him in. or else.
momentarily chopper is distracted by the sound of footsteps. there are many different sounds in the castle. it's all very different than the home he shares with the ghost crew. and yet the large building so somehow quieter than the small building. probably because zeb had traveler to a different kingdom with sabine. at first chopper is revving up his most vicious of growls to the new intruder. maybe he didn't have to wait until ezra was around to take his anger out. that is until a certain smell. the flowery scent makes it feel like the garden had arrived indoors. short corgi legs prance over to the princess. tail practically moving in circles as he suddenly drops to the floor and rolls over. knife still clenched between his jaws.
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@sopran ... i mean, just look it. ā @t-errifier ... trigger warning, but if you're okay with horror take a look.
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@klaeus ... if you know, you know ... but if you don't ... this is klaus mikaelson. everything he is and should be, expanded and filled in what cw limitations would not allow. he's voice is unmistakable in every reply ... all i gotta say now is, kiki how badly is your brain gnawed at??
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@alootus ... i love padme but the movies did not have enough for her fully, truly. where media lacks, milla provides. she fleshes out padme with such tenderness and understanding. she gets to live, breathe again ... or maybe for the first time ... here. the melancholia prose here is lovely. love a sad space princess (queen, senator). ā "...having put them together in a way that'd made a solid shell for her soul to both rest and bloom. the beauty with golden locks and spring green eyes shone with confidence in her statement and padmĆ© couldn't really find any doubt within her mind ā her usual melancholia had found momentary peace as she was now basking in hara's light."
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@devouredgod ... venus as many ways of creating headcanons of various types of muses ( canon, oc, npc ) ... i personal think this skill shines brightest on emerson. this character has a world-bulit around them uniquely in a real world setting. npcs, cults, very delish things. also has a remarkable way of getting their metas up quick and easily accessible. if you're okay with horror themes and darker topics, i would seriously smack that follow.
ššš ... identification : celia anne whitmore ( age: 42 / occupation: florist / status: alive )
celia anne whitmore is the soft-spoken yet quietly resilient owner of bloom & vine, the local florist tucked off main street in eden. the shop has been in her family for three generations. it was first opened by her grandmother, run for decades by her parents, and eventually passed on to celia anne after their retirement.
celia anne was born and raised in eden, a town she swore she'd leave but never quite managed to. she was a bright student in high school ā artistic, clever, and known for her big heart. she and loki were sweethearts back then, sharing late-night drives, notes passed in class, and long conversations beneath the oak trees behind the old high school. their relationship ended after graduation, when calloway left town to pursue law enforcement. celia anne stayed behind to care for her ailing mother and help her father with the shop. though they went their separate ways, those years have left a quiet tenderness between them, never fully buried.
after her parents officially retired in the early 1970s, celia anne took over the shop full-time. under her care, bloom & vine has become more than a simple flower shop; itās a space of quiet healing and beauty in a town that often leans into darkness. celia anne has a reputation for knowing just what flowers someone needs, whether itās for a funeral, a wedding, or a broken heart. she also does small landscaping work for the local cemetery and donates floral arrangements to the church and school events.
though she never married, celia anne had a few short-lived relationships, but most say her heart never really strayed far from calloway. the two cross paths occasionally, sometimes in town, in quiet moments neither speaks about. she worries about him more than she lets on.
celia anne lives with her parents in the small house she grew up in, just a few blocks from the shop. she has a grey tabby cat named daisy, tends to her backyard garden every morning, and keeps the front porch light on every night. some say itās a habit. others say sheās still waiting for something, or someone, to come home.
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@wornkindness enabled me to add a maysilee
__________ā§Ā Ā Ā AĀ Ā Ā BROWĀ Ā Ā RISESĀ Ā Ā ABOVEĀ Ā Ā INCREDULOUSĀ Ā Ā BLUEĀ Ā Ā EYES.Ā Ā Ā she'sĀ Ā Ā heardĀ Ā Ā storiesĀ Ā Ā aboutĀ Ā Ā theĀ Ā Ā infamousĀ Ā Ā magnoĀ Ā Ā before,Ā Ā Ā ofĀ Ā Ā course.Ā Ā Ā theyĀ Ā Ā allĀ Ā Ā had.Ā Ā Ā butĀ Ā toĀ Ā seeĀ Ā theĀ Ā stumblingĀ Ā messĀ Ā ofĀ Ā aĀ Ā manĀ Ā throwingĀ Ā sweat-stainedĀ Ā overallsĀ Ā atĀ Ā herĀ Ā Ā &&Ā Ā Ā herĀ Ā fellowĀ Ā tributesĀ Ā Ā ??Ā Ā Ā herĀ Ā lipsĀ Ā curlĀ Ā intoĀ Ā aĀ Ā sneerĀ Ā withĀ Ā uncontainedĀ Ā disgust.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā heĀ Ā can'tĀ Ā beĀ Ā serious.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā herĀ Ā voiceĀ Ā isĀ Ā steel,Ā Ā Ā sheĀ Ā Ā won'tĀ Ā Ā evenĀ Ā Ā deignĀ Ā Ā toĀ Ā Ā touchĀ Ā Ā theĀ Ā Ā piece.Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā anĀ Ā incineratorĀ Ā isĀ Ā tooĀ Ā goodĀ Ā ofĀ Ā aĀ Ā fateĀ Ā forĀ Ā Ā this.Ā Ā Ā ā
ItĀ wasn'tĀ aĀ veryĀ longĀ voyageĀ toĀ theĀ KingdomĀ ofĀ LinuesĀ fromĀ Orentis.Ā Ā ButĀ itĀ didn'tĀ meanĀ itĀ didn'tĀ takeĀ weeksĀ ofĀ preparationĀ ,Ā justĀ forĀ himĀ toĀ beĀ goneĀ forĀ aĀ fewĀ days.Ā Ā SailingĀ forĀ aĀ littleĀ overĀ aĀ dayĀ ,Ā thenĀ aĀ coupleĀ daysĀ withĀ theĀ QueenĀ discussingĀ hisĀ daughterĀ stayingĀ thereĀ toĀ learnĀ fromĀ aĀ QueenĀ forĀ whenĀ itĀ wasĀ herĀ time.Ā Ā BeingĀ hisĀ onlyĀ childĀ ,Ā itĀ hadĀ beenĀ decidedĀ fromĀ theĀ startĀ ,Ā thatĀ EvelynĀ wouldĀ beĀ hisĀ heir.
ItĀ onlyĀ madeĀ senseĀ thatĀ sheĀ learnĀ fromĀ someoneĀ withĀ experience.
HeĀ couldĀ coachĀ her.Ā Ā SheĀ hadĀ evenĀ saidĀ asĀ much.Ā Ā ButĀ TristanĀ hadĀ thoughtĀ aboutĀ itĀ ,Ā andĀ whileĀ heĀ lovedĀ hisĀ daughterĀ dearlyĀ ,Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā heĀ hadĀ noĀ ideaĀ howĀ toĀ trainĀ aĀ womanĀ toĀ rule.Ā Ā RulingĀ asĀ aĀ KingĀ wasĀ oneĀ thingĀ ,Ā butĀ heĀ hadn'tĀ theĀ slightestĀ clueĀ onĀ whatĀ sheĀ wasĀ goingĀ through.Ā Ā TryĀ asĀ heĀ mightĀ ,Ā thereĀ wereĀ someĀ thingsĀ heĀ simplyĀ didn'tĀ understand.
TristandĀ hadĀ spentĀ someĀ timeĀ blamingĀ himselfĀ forĀ thisĀ conundrum.Ā Ā IfĀ heĀ hadĀ beenĀ ableĀ toĀ simplyĀ doĀ whatĀ hadĀ beenĀ advisedĀ ,Ā andĀ chosenĀ aĀ QueenĀ followingĀ Lillian'sĀ deathĀ ,Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā sheĀ wouldĀ haveĀ someoneĀ toĀ teachĀ herĀ allĀ theĀ thingsĀ heĀ worriedĀ heĀ couldn't.Ā Ā HeĀ madeĀ sureĀ toĀ remindĀ herĀ ofĀ howĀ quickĀ theĀ tripĀ wasĀ toĀ getĀ betweenĀ Kingdoms.Ā Ā ThatĀ heĀ wouldĀ writeĀ toĀ herĀ everyĀ dayĀ ,Ā andĀ planĀ toĀ eitherĀ comeĀ seeĀ herĀ ,Ā orĀ haveĀ herĀ comeĀ toĀ seeĀ him.
DespiteĀ theĀ sadnessĀ sittingĀ inĀ bothĀ ofĀ theirĀ heartsĀ ,Ā heĀ wasĀ gladĀ toĀ knowĀ sheĀ understoodĀ thisĀ wasn'tĀ forever.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā MaybeĀ heĀ neededĀ toĀ knowĀ thatĀ himselfĀ too.Ā Ā
AfterĀ dockingĀ ,Ā arrivingĀ atĀ theĀ castleĀ ,Ā andĀ hadĀ aĀ chanceĀ toĀ restĀ andĀ freshenĀ upĀ ,Ā theĀ threeĀ hadĀ aĀ chanceĀ toĀ meetĀ oneĀ anotherĀ formallyĀ ,Ā beforeĀ TristanĀ andĀ QueenĀ AmeliaĀ adjournedĀ toĀ discussĀ theĀ termsĀ ofĀ Evelyn'sĀ stay.Ā Ā EvelynĀ walkedĀ theĀ gardensĀ whileĀ theĀ twoĀ satĀ andĀ observedĀ ,Ā tuckedĀ awayĀ whileĀ theyĀ spoke.
āĀ You'veĀ aĀ lovelyĀ homeĀ ,Ā āĀ Ā HeĀ commentedĀ afterĀ takingĀ aĀ sipĀ ofĀ hisĀ wine.Ā Ā āĀ IĀ canĀ alreadyĀ tellĀ sheĀ likesĀ itĀ here.Ā Ā ItĀ won'tĀ beĀ longĀ beforeĀ you'llĀ beĀ comingĀ hereĀ toĀ findĀ whereĀ she'sĀ runĀ offĀ to.Ā āĀ Ā HeĀ gesturedĀ toĀ theĀ gardenĀ theyĀ currentlyĀ satĀ inĀ ,Ā beforeĀ flashingĀ aĀ charmingĀ smirkĀ ,Ā withĀ theĀ hintĀ ofĀ aĀ scoffĀ inĀ it'sĀ wake.Ā Ā āĀ AndĀ IĀ canĀ assureĀ youĀ ,Ā I'mĀ moreĀ thanĀ preparedĀ toĀ offerĀ generousĀ compensationĀ forĀ herĀ care.Ā ā
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and there was turstin not far behind where the stallion frolicked , damp with effort , and disheveled by the land they together had put between their game of chase and the noch ---- where the lord found himself wanting . quicklight , however , seemed less so . " ah ! " he called , eager to take advantage of the distraction . " i see you have found his friend . "
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