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it-happened-one-fic · 2 months

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Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

Most believe that vampires do not exist. That their just an old tale that has been reused countless times in the forms of horror in romance. But you know otherwise. After all, vampires do have a special affection for you for reasons unknown. Delving into the world of the night is something totally different though. Especially for someone who’s been trying to avoid these creatures that practically hunt you.

But then, one step closer in the form of a vampire you accidentally befriend and the slope becomes slippery.

It’s time you learned what happens during hours in the moonlight by the side of vampires who come in the form of friends, allies, and potentially foes.

Here it is! My Twisted Wonderland Vampire AU! I hope you all enjoy!!

Vampires Don't Eat Potatoes

Getting Late

The Same Red

A Vampire Hunter or Something

Far More Charming

Shatter to a Billion Piece

Can't Control Others' Actions

Questions to be Asked

Nothing Good

Of All People

Holy Water, Stakes, and Other Such Things

The Start Line

Coming soon!

If you would like to read more fics like these, my Twisted Wonderland Master-List can be found here: Twisted Wonderland Master-List.

#Twisted wonderland fic series #Vampire AU #Vil x reader #Rook Hunt x reader #Epel felmier x reader #Gender-neutral reader #mywritings #it-happened-one-fic #Hours in the Moonlight #Fairest Midnight #twst #Twisted wonderland #Disney TW #Twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #multichapter #sfw

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random-bookquotes · 2 years

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I listened And all was well I was the fairest in all the land Beautiful enough To die for. And they, My people, Did.

S.J. Blasko, Midnight Comes (Refractions: Fairytales Between the Lines, #1)

#fairest in the land #queen #mirror mirror on the wall #S.J. Blasko #Refractions #Midnight Comes #Fairytales Between the Lines

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penspagesandpulses · 3 months

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I don't have a "Most Anticipated Read" for 2024... I have 20.

Around the beginning of January, I saw many of my reading friends on multiple platforms talk about the book they were most excited for in 2024. And I didn’t get it. There are several books I would like to read that will be coming out in 2024, but since I’ve started reading books by indie authors, I’ve grown accustomed to not knowing about which books authors are publishing until a few months in…

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tsubakill · 8 months

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After drawing Midnight Masquerade Idia (linked in my pinned post), now it's Vil's turn. He's sporting the evil fairest queen's dress, also designed for the Midnight Masquerade doll series by Steve Thompson.

I’ve been having fun with these limited edition dolls, so I’d like to make this a series with the housewardens!

#twisted wonderland #twst #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #midnight masquerade #evil queen #snow white

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lisaas2418 · 9 months

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The overblot boys showing their unique magic to the great seven.

Alright so I can imagine that the overblot boys were explaining their unique magic and the great seven were interested and wanted to see a demonstaration.

Riddle 🌹

So for this to work and 'cuz it's my headcanon, Riddle can only do his spell on those who have magic, since on people without magic like Yuu it wouldn't work 'cuz there is no magic that can be sealed.

So a person with magic steps forward to be spelled on (whoever that is you can decide on your own) and Riddle says and points his magic pen at them "Off with his head".

And at that second the person has a collar aroumd their neck and they can't cast their magic anymore. After the demonstration Riddle let the collar disappear.

The Queen of Hearts was ofcourse very proud of Riddle for having such a useful spell

Queen of Hearts: I know I don't have magic but if I were to have would wanted to have a spell that can actually behead people? 😁

Riddle: With all due respect your majesty......no.

Leona 🦁

Leona just grabbed a nearby plate said "King's Roar" the plate turned into sand and called it a day.

Scar likes that it's called King's Roar but he hides his happyness very well.

Although Ruggie stepped a few steps away as Leona grabbed the plate due to what happened to him in Book 2

Shenzai: Hey what happened there tell us!

Benzai: Yeah yeah come on it can't be that bad

Ed: .......

Ruggie: Leona grabbed my arm used his spell on it and almost turned my arm into sand 🙂

The hyeanas:...........

Benzai: Are you ok?

Ruggie: Well still a little grumpy at him for doing it but yeah I am fine 😁.

(He is not fine, boy is traumatized)

Azul 🐙

Sucks to be him 'cuz no one wanted to make a contract with him, especially not Ariel.

Ursula was sad that she couldn't see it herself buut is still happy that here deal and his spell are kinda the same

Azul: Come on it isn't bad at all 😁

Yuu: Yes it is 😒

Azul: What did you said?

Yuu: You heard me you shady octopus.

Azul: Hey!

Jamil 🐍

Yeah no one exactly wanted to be hypnotized, especially those who have been before......that was until Kalim voluntered so he could give Jami a chance to impress the Sorcerer of sands. Jamil was a little perplexed but he agreed nontheless.

And with the words "Snake Whisper", Kalim was under the spell....again.

Yeah it did impressed Jafar and also a tiny little jealous since he has to use his staff to hypnotize someone and Jamil just can do it with his eyes, but is still impressed.

Yuu: Alright you did now free him.

Jamil: You know he didn't had to. I mean I wouldn't mind using it on you agai since-

Yuu: Try it ever again and I will punsh you much worse then I did then and even more 🙂

Jamil:........alright

(And no Yuu doesn't hate him but they really hate that stunt he pulled)

Vil 💄

Well since he didn't exactly wanted anyone to actually hurt, he just touched an apple, decided that the curse shall be slowely rottening in 10 seconds, said "Fairest One Of All" amd it happned as he wanted it to happen.

The evil queen found that as a valuableand usefull spell, especially in terms for against people.

Ace: I still a little stiff due to that stupid spell

Vil: If you wouldn't have eaten the food in the fridge over nightime it wouldn't have happened.

Ace: We were hungry for crying out loud!

Vil: You ate dinner and decided to have an useless "midnight snack".

Ace: That dinner wasn't enough!

Yuu: Can we move on already?

Idia 🎮

For obvious reasons he can't do the spell at all

But Hades found that cool that he can literally open the gate like that without needing extherna things

Yuu: I really hope you will never use that spell again.

Idia: I am not an idiot.

Yuu: Yet you-

Idia: I was under the blots influence!

Yuu: So were the others!

Malleus 🐉

Yeah he ain't gonna put people into sleep again he learned his lesson.

Well Malefizent did knew about his spell since she is his great-great-grandmother.

Yuu:.........

Malleus:.........Yuu-

Yuu: Tsunotaro.

Malleus: Yeah?

Yuu: I forgave you alright. It's just.....I don't like to remember it.

Malleus: I...can understand that

A little angst on the last part but screw it

#twisted wonderland #house of mouse au #anon asks #twst yuu #overblot gang #the great seven

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 5 months

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🌈 Queer Books Out December 2023 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ Caught in a Bad Fauxmance by Elle Gonzalez Rose 🧡 Heartstopper #5 by Alice Oseman 💛 This Cursed Light by Emily Thiede 💚 All The Hidden Paths by Foz Meadows 💙 Vampires of Eden: Book One by Karla Nikole 💜 Not My Type by Joe Satoria ❤️ Storm in Her Heart by KC Luck 🧡 Eternal Embrace by Luna Lawson 💛 A River of Golden Bones by A.K. Mulford 💙 Tomb of Heart and Shadow by Cara N. Delaney 💜 Through the Embers Volume 2 by Adriana Sargent 🌈 Lucero by Maya Motayne

❤️ The Poison Paradox by Hadley Field & Felix Green 🧡 Second Chances in New Port Stephen: A Novel by TJ Alexander 💛 Matrimonial Merriment by Nicky James 💚 Under the Christmas Tree by Jacqueline Ramsden 💙 Every Beat of Her Heart by KC Richardson 💜 The Memories of Marlie Rose by Morgan Lee Miller ❤️ Playing with Matches by Georgia Beers 🧡 Always Only You by Chloe Liese 💛 Fire in the Sky by Radclyffe and Julie Cannon 💙 Nuclear Sunrise by Jo Carthage 💜 The Naked Dancer by Emme C. Taylor 🌈 Resurrections by Ada Hoffmann

❤️ Destiny’s Women by Morgan Elliott 🧡 Framed by Kate Merrill 💛 The Spoil of Beasts by Gregory Ashe 💚 Catered All the Way by Annabeth Albert 💙 A Cynic’s Christmas Conundrum by L.M. Bennett 💜 Yours for the Taking by Gabrielle Korn ❤️ One Swipe Away by Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue 🧡 The Gentlemen’s Club by A.V. Shener 💛 A Death at the Dionysus Club by Melissa Scott and Amy Griswold 💙 Secrets of the Soul by Holly Oliver 💜 Like They Do in the Movies by Nan Campbell 🌈 Limelight by Gun Brooke

❤️ Heart First by S.B. Barnes 🧡 Grave Consequences by Sandra Barret 💛 Haunted by Myth by Barbara Ann Wright 💚 Invisible by Anna Larner 💙 The Murders at Sugar Mill Farm by Ronica Black 💜 Coasting and Crashing by Ana Hartnett ❤️ Fairest by K.S. Trenten 🧡 A City of Abundant Opportunity by Howard Leonard 💛 The Dark Side of MIdnight by Erin Wade 💙 Mending Bones by Merlina Garance 💜 Transform by Connal Braginsky & Sean Ian O’Meidhir 🌈 The Apple Diary by Gerri Hill

❤️ TruLove by Nicole Pyland 🧡 Structural Support by Sloan Spencer 💛 Whiskey War by Stacy Lynn Miller 💚 Overkill by Lou Wilham 💙 Heart of Outcasts by Nicole Silver 💜 In the Shadow of Victory by J. E. Leak ❤️ Just Like Her by Fiona Zedde 🧡 Gingerbread: Claus For Christmas by Miski Harris 💛 Lies are Forever by C. Jean Downer 💙 The Boys in the Club by M.T. Pope 💜 Lasting Light (Metal & Magic) by Michelle Frost 🌈 Tell No Tales by Edie Montreux

❤️ Radio Silence by Alice Oseman 🧡 Even Though We're Adults Vol. 7 by Takako Shimura 💛 The Accidental Bite by Michelle St. Wolf 💚 Mated to the Demons by Taylor Schafer 💙 Someday Away by Sara Elisabeth 💜 Gatherdawn Luminia Duet Volume 1 by Lee Colgin ❤️ Curse of Dawn by Richard Amos 🧡 Healing the Twin by Nora Phoenix 💛 Ride Me by KD Ellis 💙 How to Bang a Vampire by Joe Satoria 💜 Cthulhu for Christmas by Meghan Maslow 🌈 Prestige by Toni Reeb

❤️ Don't Look Down by Jessica Ann 🧡 Winter and the Wolves by Chris Storm and Kinkaid Knight 💛 Hat Trick by Ajay Daniel 💚 Starborn Husbands: Return to the Pleiades by S. Legend 💙 Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume by Vawn Cassidy 💜 Practice for Toby by Amy Bellows ❤️ The Siren's Song by Crista Crown 🧡 Hers to Hunt K.J. Devoir

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dawntrailing · 1 year

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(Oh at fair moon's rise Into the night fly Follow the moonlight Fear not what you find)

(O heart's desire Join now our choir For love conspire Go, chase it higher)

Through the silent woods tonight, I am guided by moonlight, For the first time so alone fearing no shadow

Like my mother before me I follow this path Knowing love will find me

She will hear my song tonight (Tonight, full moon rise) Dedicated to moonlight (Clouds part, how she shines) See that I'm a woman grown enough for secrets (Dance as once did I. O daughter of mine)

Like my grandmother before me I know each note every beat, (Go, oh, go, go) Melody mine to keep

(Go, sing now unto the sky) (Girls are born to step into the light)

O wide open midnight sky, please Carry my voice aloft Far away where she waits Lover's moon (Oh, Moon)

Fairest goddess wandering the night In your name we bare our hearts (Songbirds of night) With your grace will our passion take flight (Passion take flight)

We would keep your song alive Shrouded safe in soft moonlight (Silver and white forest moonlight)

Maiden goddess of heavens above In your name we share our hearts (This world we share) With your grace will our prayer become (With you through prayer)

Solace, shelter, hope and love Greater than the tales sing of (Oh, true love) Oh, love

(Songbirds of night, passion take flight Silver and white forest moonlight This world we share with you through prayer Oh, love for you)

#dedicated to moonlight #final fantasy series #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv: music #final fantasy xiv: endwalker #tomolow #masayoshi soken #final fantasy xiv: endwalker ep

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floydstruly · 8 months

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find me in your heart. (I’m in need of your love)

synopsis: vil looks at you with disdain, his bride, the fairest one of all. That’s not right. The title is rightfully his, he’s never liked you anyways..

cw. not proofread!!! cannibalism, mild depictions of violence, blood, yandere themes (????) idk, obsession, death (vil orders a hit on you sorryy), implied body mutilation, no use of (y/n) or any mention of name, google translated french LOL

note! reine des coeurs means queen of hearts

pairing: rook hunt x gn! reader (slight vil x reader but it’s more of a one-sided hate relationship)

“Till death do us part.”

You smile at him and lean into him–the world is watching, you can feel the burden on you. The crowd, nay, the kingdom cheers when you finally seal, what would hopefully, be a long and prosperous bond between their beloved princess and the prince of another, foreign country. You never notice how Vil stares at you with such loathing–even hesitating to kiss you at the altar.

Nor do you ever quite notice how his groomsman–Rook, stared at you, your figure, with such adoration. His face dusted with a light pink whenever you would talk to him, oh, how he longed for a moment longer with you, his lord’s bride.

Perhaps, in the back of his mind, he hoped that you were his instead.

They’re watching you.

No, they’re watching him–the wayward eyes around the ballroom find their way to Rook dancing with you, or rather, an empty shell of what you’ve become. Vil finds his gaze wandering to the pair of you as well, up upon his throne, taking in the bounty of another successful hunt.

Your white dress torn and tattered, a distant memory of what it once was when you were betrothed to Vil, the flowers placed into your chest where your heart once occupied as if it were merely a broach.

Dressed in red, just as the blood that left Rook’s mouth–trickling down his chin and onto your already stained wedding dress. He swallows, savouring the taste of your heart–beautiful, he smiles at the thought, beautiful to him not to anyone else, for who would find beauty in a dead, humiliated queen?

No longer the fairest.

Rook dips your cold body down, your head limply falling back to meet Vil, his expression full of hatred, disgust, disdain for you beyond words. As do the noblemen, when they catch a glance of their drab queen, they quickly turn away–most of them scurry away like little mice until the ballroom is completely devoid of any life.

You, the heartless; Rook, the reaper, and Vil, the immovable monarch.

He gets ready for the banquet. Brushing powder onto his already pale skin. He smooths down his hair, his clothes–not a single hair out of place or a wrinkle to be seen. He huffs, content with his appearance and asks the reflection in his mirror,

“Who is the fairest one of all?”

And, much to Vil’s dismay, the mirror replies back with your image–a soft smile on your flawed face, he grimaces, but that is the same answer that he’s received ever since your betrothal. He pinches the bridge of his noise in annoyance, and snaps his wrist.

“Please, get that.. thing away from me.” He says it as if he is eating something bitter, which in a way, he is. The mirror obliges, fizzling your image away as he falls delicately into the cushion of his seat, still frustrated but never losing his composure–it’s fine, he insists, because you will come to an end today.

He’s absolutely sure of it, his head turns to the window outside–already midnight, he hears the castle bells ring with a low chime, he simply cannot wait for the main event to start.

Rook takes a slow, deep breath and snaps the string back.

The arrow fizzles in the wind, cutting through the air so cleanly–as if it wasn’t even there to begin with and with a sharp snap, it passes into the glass window. It shatters into pieces, blows into your room. The tip of the arrow digs itself into the backboard of the bed, pining some of your hair in place–just barely missing.

To anyone else, they would assume it was but a mere slip of a finger, but of course, with all those years (albeit bitter ones) with Vil and Rook, you knew that the huntsman never missed. He aimed with deadly accuracy, more akin to the grim reaper praying on their next soul to drag to the underworld.

You have to go, quick–scrambling to leave, you forget to even put on shoes, opting instead to allow the glass shards to piece through the skin of your feet. Blood, there's blood, you don’t feel a thing. Your breathing quickens, no longer alone, you feel the eyes of a predator that is rapidly approaching.

Rook shivers when he sees your face glancing up in his general direction, but never quite knowing where he truly was, he must admire your fear up close–to see a prey at their most vulnerable is thrilling, beautiful even.

He will finish this hunt in a most beautiful way, rest assured.

“Where are you going?” His voice is quaint and quiet, his hand by your waist and his other holding your arm up in a waltzing motion. You feel his breath fanning against your neck before you can even react, “Reines des Coeurs.”

You hold your breath, wincing everytime he twirls your body around, dancing among the field of blades that was once your bedroom, the only place you felt at ease. Without the eyes of the kingdom looking up at you, desperate for guidance.

“Allow me one last dance.” An arrow straight to your heart, the last thing you feel is his teeth digging into the flesh of your neck, then there’s red everywhere–very fitting for the queen of hearts.

“What was it you said, Reine des Coeurs? That’s right, till death do us part.”

He can feel your flesh in his mouth. Exhilarating. Never wandering too far, you’ll always be with him in spirit. His, finally.

It was all but quiet, the soft taps of Rook’s heels on the blood-stained ballroom floor intertwined with yours, more dull, more heavy steps. Vil crossed his legs, his eyes fixed on you.

“Have you had your share of fun yet?” Vil asks, his patience wearing thin when he taps the armrest of his throne hurriedly, “it’s well past midnight, I’d like my beauty sleep.”

“Not quite,” Rook answers, “please, allow me one kiss.” he continues to talk to you as if you could respond, your mangled yet beautiful body within his grasp simply beckons him closer and closer, surely, you wouldn’t mind.

And so he kisses you, the taste your blood in his mouth is metallic, yet, he finds is addicting. Forever his, for as long as your spirit wanders the earth, for as long as your heart is inside him, for as long as your blood flows with his.

His.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #rook hunt x reader #twst x reader #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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paintingwhiteceilings · 9 months

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❃EXO as roommates❃

a/n: I know most people are here for the svt posts but it’s been a while since I have done an exo one. I literally just pre-ordered D.O.’s albums; I am already delusional as is without getting new do kyungsoo content :’)

Anyway, bc of having lived in a studio apartment complex, I well aware that nothing breaks or makes living in student housing more than roommates. CURSE YOU BONGO DUDE I AM STILL NOT OVER YOU WAKING ME UP AT MIDNIGHT WITH YOUR LACK OF RHYTHM.

Xiumin/Minseok: 7/10

✾ He would nag the entire time that the house is not clean enough and that you left your shit lying around. Whoever said that student housing tends to be messy has not met Xiumin.

✾ He has been cleaning ever since he moved in and will not stop until he has moved out. Xiumin will scold you when you try to help him out as you are ‘not cleaning right’, whatever that means. Fortunately, that means he will rarely ask you to help him with the chores so you still get to enjoy a clean house without having to put the effort in.

✾ Honestly, his healthy lifestyle choices kind of motivate you to do better. He will definitely take you with him to the gym when you let it drop that you might be interested in getting in shape. Free gym coach, basically.

✾ He organizes roommate days weekly where the two of you spend planned time together because he believes that roommates should become/be friends.

Suho/Junmyeon: 9/10

✾ He will adopt you as one of his children. The moment you step foot in your shared housing, he has accepted that he has yet another child to take care of and no, you can’t convince him otherwise.

✾ He takes care of you and makes you feel right at home; he is the definition of the mom friend. Are you having trouble making new friends? He will introduce you to his. Have you been too busy studying and forgotten to eat? He will drop by the grocery store.

✾ The only downside to roommate Suho is that he can be overbearing and slightly judgy. You will hear “I am not mad, just disappointed” a lot when you, for instance, decide to go to out with your friends during finals. Apparently, that is irresponsible.

✾ Did you really move out of your parent’s home, or did you just replace your parents with Suho?

Baekhyun: -10000/10

✾ He drives you absolutely insane and makes you regret moving in with him. Nobody is safe from his teasing and antics and you are stuck with it until the lease is up.

✾ He convinces you to divide the chores through games that he somehow always ends up winning. He has not done any chores since he moved in and he somehow keeps convincing you that this is the fairest way to determine who has to do the dishes.

✾ Boundaries, what boundaries? Locked doors will not keep him out. He will definitely throw himself on your bed telling you all about the drama of people you do not know when you are trying to study for an important test in the quiet solitude of your room. If you’re home, he will not leave you alone.

✾ Always spontaneously invites people over and forgets to text you about it. At this point, all his friends have seen you in your comfy but definitely not fashionable clothes.

Chen/Jongdae: -1000000000000/10

✾ He. Is. So. Loud.

✾ The walls are way too thin to live with him. You can always hear him before you even see him. The type to wake you up in the middle of the night or early in the morning because he has no awareness of how loud he truly is.

✾ It wouldn’t even be such a problem, but bro never shuts up either. If he is not talking, he is constantly singing or humming. Chen truly doesn't have an off button.

✾ Add to the loudness problem that Chen is a morning person. He is so chirpy in the morning, singing a song on top of his lungs whilst he eats his breakfast. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he is the type to try and have full on conversations with you minutes after you’ve woken up, getting offended when your replies are curt.

✾ You had to ban game nights because he gets too competitive, whining so incredibly loudly every time he loses. One time the neighbours filed a noise complaint and he still maintains he wasn’t that loud.

Chanyeol: 8/10

✾ A really fun person to live with if you like a very present roommate. He will constantly ask you to hang out and play games or watch movies because he can’t be alone for five minutes. However, compared to Baekyhun, his energy is a lot more chill.

✾ He will spend a lot of money on random geeky stuff, filling up the entire shared apartment with figurines, posters and that one Halloween costume that definitely was way too expensive. I can see him being the type to have a hallway full of boxes of stuff he ordered online. He has no idea of what actually is in them because he ordered it impulsively so long ago.

✾ Despite you living in student housing, he will make sure the interior looks stunning. He cares way too much about everything matching and will not allow you to place anything in the house without discussing it with him first. You can’t really be mad at it because your place looks like an Ikea showroom.

✾ Docking points because he will be either playing music or games at night. Trust me, nothing is worse than having someone practice their instrument when you are trying to sleep (Curse you bongo dude). All you can hear is him practising the same guitar riffs over and over again.

D.O./Kyungsoo: 6.5/10

✾ Listen, his cooking is amazing, it would make being his roommate worthwhile. He will always make enough food for the both of you, and if you do not dine together, he will leave his leftovers for you in the fridge to try. He genuinely enjoys cooking for others and is happy to try out new recipes on you.

✾ That being said, living with him is more like calmly co-existing in the same space. He will only talk to you when absolutely necessary and it takes him a long while to really open up to you (if he does at all).

✾ He respects your personal space and wants you to respect his, meaning he won’t go out of his way to spend time together. Being roommates does not automatically mean that you have to be/are friends in his book. If you click, that’s neat, but don’t expect him to invite you over for game nights for the first few months.

✾ He is definitely the passive-aggressive roommate that sends you a text over the smallest of things. Why confront you face-to-face when can send you a 2 AM text telling you to pick up that one sock that fell out of your laundry basket?

Kai/Jongin: 6/10

✾ He is an absolute sweetie, do not get me wrong. With his friendly and bubbly personality, he will try his hardest to become friends with his roommates. He will take every initiative to organize roommate events such as game nights, clubbing, etc.

✾ That being said, do not leave him alone in the kitchen, he will definitely accidentally set it on fire and you will be the one that has to clean up because do we really trust him after that? We have all seen his attempts at cooking, it never fails to be a disaster, so guess who is in charge of cooking from then on.

✾ Who needs matching cups and plates? Not you because he has shattered at least one of each set. Do not get too attached to your worldly possessions because Kai will knock them over or drop them on accident.

✾ He genuinely wants to help out with chores but he is so clumsy you still end up doing most of them. You can’t even be mad at him because, well, it is Kai.

Sehun: 2/10

✾ Is he even your roommate? You have no idea, he rarely helps out with anything. He has been so spoiled that he refuses to lift a finger and at this point, you feel brainwashed because he is getting away with it.

✾ If you are younger than him, he will be paying for everything you guys need, so that is a win. If not, be prepared for your bank account to take a massive hit because “the oldest should pay.”

✾ You guys get a lot of free stuff as Sehun knows to subtly let it drop to his friends, mostly Suho, that you guys direly need something. All of his friends basically function as sugar daddies, and neither of you is complaining about the free toilet paper.

✾ The type of roommate that judges your outfits and comments “Are you really going to wear that?” and leaves you on read when you text him about rent. He can be nice but tends to choose violence every time he wakes up. I hope that you’ve got thick skin.

✾ Despite his snarky comments, you know that he genuinely appreciates and cares for you based on how clingy he is. Good luck going clubbing without him. Your phone will keep buzzing with texts asking you when you will be home because he is too scared to sleep without another person present in the house.

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booklovershallway · 8 months

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Paolo Sebastian Once Upon a Dream 2018 Spring Summer Couture Collection [ part 1 ]

Inspired by the essence of Disney, this collection is an homage to the stories and characters that have captured the heart and spirit of generations. The iconic fairy tales are re-envisioned and brought to life through expertly crafted couture, with gowns featuring lyrics to iconic Disney songs.

Following the timeless narrative of a heroine, who in the quest for happiness is challenged by a wicked evil. However, where there is darkness, there is also light. Through her strength and bravery, light prevails and she lives happily ever after.

Caped gown with starlight embroidery, featuring a passage from pinocchio “starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight.”.

Beaded ball gown with clock work embroidery inspired by the stroke of midnight

Bishop sleeved ballerina dress featuring floral and nightingale embroidery and the lyrics of cinderella’s, ‘sing sweet nightingale’

Cape sleeved gown with black star beadwork.

Caped play dress with floral embroidery.

Caped tulle gown featuring raven and thorn embroidery.

Collared gown with ruffle detail and lattice embroidery.

Collared shirt dress in silk cotton featuring apple cut work embroidery and passages from snow white. “magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all”.

Dégradé side-skirt gown with illusion neckline.

Fishtail gown with floral embroidery and overskirt.

Pleated ball gown with floral and bluebird embroidery featuring the lyrics of cinderella’s, ‘a dream is a wish’ paired with ‘happily ever after’ beaded veil.

Pleated ball gown with floral beading and embroidery.

Silk chiffon asymmetrical gown sun ray embroidery and cape.

Sleeved fishtail gown with 3d rose and thorn embroidery.

Sleeved gown with nightingale and cloud cut work embroidery.

Structured crinoline gown with starlight embroidery, featuring the lyrics of aladdin’s, ‘a whole new world’ .

Tea-length gown with floral embroidery and tulle shirt.

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Hours in the Moonlight: Fairest Midnight - 3. The Same Red

Summary: Having lived for over a year, you really should’ve been more prepared for a vampire attacking you. But then, nothing could have really prepared you for an old friend appearing and saving you. Perhaps there was more to this situation than you had initially realized….

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire, Blood

Word Count: 1381

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

The morning that followed Halloween started rather abruptly, with my phone ringing. It was Epel’s mother, the woman who ran the shop right across the road, where I often helped out when I had the time.

“Y/n! I’m so sorry to call this early, but we’ve been waiting on a delivery since yesterday evening, and it still hasn’t come. We just got a call that there was a wreck involving a delivery truck not far from here this morning, and… Well, I would send Epel, but what with these murders of late and people going missing…..”

She trailed off, the hesitancy in her voice clear, and I let out a sigh before responding with the question that I didn’t entirely want to ask, “Where’s the accident at?”

“Oh, Y/n! You’re such a dear!” With new vitality to her tone, she proceeded to give me directions, numerous apologies for the trouble, statements of how she owed me, a slew of “thank you’s,” and at least three promises of free apple juice when I next came by the shop.

But I honestly would have been worried if that hadn’t been the case. That was just the way Mrs. Felmier was, and her nature was no doubt the reason that Epel was so polite despite his rough streak.

And I couldn’t blame her for not wanting to send Epel. Her fears were well-founded. There had been a recent uptick in the number of murders and missing persons.

I didn’t know the reason for the increase in crime. But I suspected that was the same reason Vil had scolded me quite so much last night. Which did imply that vampires were involved. But it was day, so there was little to be concerned about with this incident.

I was relieved, though, when I reached the road Mrs. Felmier had directed me to and saw the familiar delivery truck was not in a smoking heap. In fact, it didn’t even look like it had been involved in an accident. It looked more like it had broken down.

I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets and trudged over, hunching my shoulders against the cold wind.

Frowning, I noted that the hood was raised and the driver’s door was open, but that the driver in question was nowhere to be found.

I turned a full circle, looking around in confusion, until a slight motion, visible through the windows of the building closest to where the truck was parked, caught my eye. I stared through the windows, recognizing the jacket as that of the one that was worn by the group that did deliveries for the shop, before making up my mind.

I didn’t know why he’d gone inside unless it had been to escape the wind or get better reception on his phone, but at the very least I could ask him if he knew how long he’d be stuck here.

The door to the darkened building swung open with a pleasant jingle, despite the fact that the store appeared to be largely abandoned and cast off in the shadows of the street.

I stepped in, glancing around to find exactly where the driver was as I began speaking, “Excuse m-”

I froze, my eyes widening as the delivery truck driver fell to the ground from where he had appeared to be standing in front of the window.

The body dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, totally lifeless. A woman wiped her mouth, leaving an ugly red smear across her face as she looked my way from over the body. My breath caught as I realized that the same red that was on her face also decorated the man’s neck.

I didn’t bother screaming when she smiled, and her beauty was clear even as her fangs flashing slightly in the shadows that I now realized were probably the only thing keeping her alive.

A small, logical part of me acknowledged that screaming would have just dragged some other hapless person into this mess for her to kill, and I even went so far as to silently question how a vampire had gotten herself stranded out during daytime hours.

The more frenzied part of me that followed my instincts had me turning to run as I felt adrenaline shoot through me at high speeds, kicking me into action despite my shock at what I’d found.

But this wasn’t my first time encountering a vampire. If I could just get out and into the sunlight, I would be fine, and then I could figure out some way to keep anyone else from going in there.

The vampire released some sort of horribly cry behind me before taking off, slamming the door that I’d just tried to exit through shut with a loud bang as I fumbled backwards, my legs working overtime as panic fully seized me. Making my motions sloppy even though I desperately needed to be at my very best if I wanted to survive.

I’d barely even made it two inches before she’d reached where I’d stood, hissing at me like an insane person as she made to grab my shoulder. I pitched myself to the side and hit the ground hard.

I barely even heard her outraged shriek over the sound of breaking glass that filled the air. I rolled to look up at what I’d expected to be my last sight before death, only to find a familiar form slam into the woman with a power I hadn’t realized my friend possessed.

Rook grappled with the woman, her fingers tearing through his coat as if the fabric meant nothing to her.

He grunted slightly as her hands clawed their way down his arms in a bruising manner, but he persisted in shoving her backwards as he struggled against her inhuman grip and fought to shove a pointy piece of wood downwards and into her chest.

I scrambled backwards, my widened eyes never leaving the scene before me as I dug my way back up to a standing position.

The vampire shrieked, straining to either bite Rook or free herself, but was apparently incapable of either.

Rook, on the other hand, wore an expression of singular determination as he ignored her crushing grip and the way she snapped at him. Instead, focusing on killing her.

It wasn’t the behavior of someone inexperienced, nor did he seem surprised at all by the situation at hand.

But then, I suppose I couldn’t entirely talk. While I’d been surprised to see a vampire during daylight hours, seeing one wasn’t actually odd considering my history. Though this was the first time I’d been attacked in quite some time….

Apparently, having been under Vil’s protection had inadvertently led to my becoming unprepared for such situations, even despite my past.

I found myself running forward, reaching around my friend to grasp the wooden stake and add my strength to Rook’s.

I gritted my teeth, doing my best to ignore the shrieks of the woman that somehow drew no attention to the darkened building that now housed the three of us.

It felt like hours had passed in the span of mere seconds, but with a final shove, the wooden stake plunged forward and directly into the woman’s chest and I looked away. Blocking the sight with Rook’s back even though I could clearly hear the sickening squelch.

My throat was tight as I stumbled away from both Rook and the vampire.

I’d seen a lot and done a lot, but helping kill someone, even if that person was a vampire, was easily enough to have my hands trembling and my throat constricting.

The vampire gaped down at the wood that stuck out of her chest before looking directly up at the two of us and turning to ash right before our very eyes. The only thing she left behind was a signet ring that sparkled dully in her dusty remains.

Rook fell against a wall, his chest heaving slightly as his green eyes turned to look my way, and the reality of everything that had just occurred began to sink in.

I’d been attacked by a vampire during the day, and Rook, my longtime friend who had introduced me to my nightly vampire visitor, had just saved my life.

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lyrainbeleriand · 2 years

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Okay, okay, midnight fuckin furious time, the RoP finale, the "made you my queen" saurondriel bullshit, let us talk about how fuckin misogynistic and totally disrespectful to how tolkien portray his female characters.

So. On first look, it actually sounds like Tolkien right? They even use the exact same line from FoTR, right? (instead of the dark lord you would have a queen, stronger than the foundation of the earth bit)

but it is so not. Why? Because RoP galadriel didn't say that line. Sauron fuckin did. In the book, that whole scene of her resist the temptation of the ring is a show of her own ambition, how she fight her own demon, and how she reject that demon and chose true wisdom. But in RoP, it is all the man' wish, it has nothing to do with her, "I alone can see you greatness!" I puke at that line, Amazon i sincerely ask you do you know who galadriel is???? The fairest of the house of finwe, the one with the greatest achievement among the noldor except feanor, the lady of light, and you think she needs sauron to tell her her greatness, her value, her potential??????? Also, in the book, her ambition is to be her own queen, not sauron's queen, i don't need to tell you the big difference between a queen regnant and a queen consort right?????

with this plus the show's beginning with her character's initiative changed from "to rule a land of her own" to literally pointless vengeance for Finrod (hey dude is literally walking peacefully with their father in valinor why would he even need that), the two writers(some context: they are devout mormons.) took away all that made galadriel unique and great, and the approach itself is extremely misogynistic, also the change of the role of being seduced by sauron from Celebrimbor to galadriel, shows that they can't bare the tiniest hint of homosexuality (context again: they are mormons), and the impact of this change kinda make you feel like: omg it's all the woman's fault! If she hasn't stir things up everything will be fine! No? Just me? Really? (ps i don't even want to talk about the female elves maidens whose heads are entirely covered serving in silence)

#anti rop #rop #the rings of power #anti rings of power #amazon!galadriel #anti sautondriel #to see the greatest heroine being trampled like this #i have no words

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bitterkarella · 4 months

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Midnight Pals: Trilby

George du Maurier: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of trilby du Maurier: its about this girl named trilby that everyone loves du Maurier: cuz she's just the best du Maurier: sweet cinnamon bun too good for this world

du Maurier: let me tell you, you're gonna go gaga for trilby du Maurier: she's so great du Maurier: what are you gonna do when the power of trilbymania runs over you

du Maurier: trilby, she's so beautiful. just the hottest woman you've ever seen Edward Lee: bro Lee: are we talking like [gestures to indicate huge tits] du Maurier: oh no no no nothing sordid like that Lee: bro du Maurier: please! i'm british!

du Maurier: trilby is the most delicate bloom of irish womanhood and possessing the fairest traits of her sex Lee: bro du Maurier: by which i mean feet Lee: du Maurier: and by god what feet does she have Lee:

du Maurier: trilby has the most beautiful, amazing, delectable feet du Maurier: you just wanna eat 'em up du Maurier: and now with the new official trilby brand iced cream, you can!

du Maurier: lovingly crafted by the finest confectioners of old europe, the trilby popsicle is a treat for young and old du Maurier: now YOU too can feel what its like to suck on trilby's perfect toes du Maurier: just really slurp on em

du Maurier: the trilby foot popsicle, coming soon to a friendly's near you Lee: bro Lee: how does it taste? du Maurier: try one Lee: Lee: yeah ok

du Maurier: it won't hurt you but it might make you more powerful and muscular

du Maurier: i see you're all wearing your official brand trilby hats du Maurier: how do you all feel about trilby now? King: milady Koontz: milady Poe: milady Barker: milady Lovecraft: milady

du Maurier: everybody loves the new trilby-inspired trilby hat! King: [tipping trilby] i do feel a certain joie de vivre King: in fact King: i feel a song coming on King: HIT IT, BOYS! King: A LITTLE BIT OF MONICA ON THE SIDE, A LITTLE BIT OF

du Maurier: but then trilby comes under the control of the evil svengali du Maurier: you can recognize him by his big hook nose and that he's always carrying around big sacks of money with dollar signs on them Lovecraft: wow this is the greatest villain of all time!

du Maurier: svengali hypnotizes trilby to force her to sing du Maurier: to go out on stage and perform du Maurier: with her big stinky feet du Maurier: big stinky feet, you can see the smell lines coming off them du Maurier: just the stinkiest

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #george du maurier #edward lee

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godfrey-the-chaos-duck · 7 months

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Trick or treat!!! 🎃

AHHH YESSS!!! And a treat for you, fairest Jamie!

A headcanon and an accompanying snippet from a thing I'm working on

The Headcanon: Scrooge has The Most Fucked Sleep Schedule In Recorded History.

The snippet:

Mrs. Beakley was just finishing up her nightly cleaning of the manor. She always did the family room last, and tonight, even though it was well after midnight, she could still hear video-game noises coming from the room. "Are the children still playing that game?" she asked herself, making a mental note to have a word with Della about not letting her children stay up all night again. However, the voice she heard didn't belong to any of the kids. And it wasn't Donald or Della either. "Aha! Take that, ye wee blaggarts!" "What on earth…?" Beakley was confused. No. There was no way. It couldn't have been… She opened the door and entered almost silently.

There, sitting cross-legged on the floor, a tartan blanket around his shoulders, his top hat slightly crooked, his pince-nez spectacles gleaming with the reflection from the TV, and an unrivalled fire in his eyes, was- "Mr McDuck?" There came the sound of an explosion from the TV, coupled with the evil laughter of a very pixellated villain. "BAH! What the blazes are ye doin' here, Beakley?!" Scrooge snapped, turning around as the words "You Died" flashed on the screen; he had been this close to besting Captain Cuckoo before the housekeeper barged in unannounced and distracted him. For a moment, Beakley's rote-learned response of "I'm finishing off my nightly cleaning, sir" vanished from her consciousness completely, and she just stood there in abject confusion. "Sir…" Beakley began slowly, not sure what to make of this, "Are you aware that it's twenty minutes past midnight?" "I'm trying to beat Della's record," Scrooge told her, "I've been going since half past six, and I intend to go on till morning!"

Happy Halloween!!!

#the chaos duck has spoken #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #scrooge mcduck #duckblr trick or treat #chaos duck answers

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anotherhumaninthisworld · 10 months

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Story time with Lucile Desmoulins compilation

The Violet It was the first day of spring, and I walked out, descending into a valley filled with willows, which, alas! were not yet green. I turned away my eyes from the sight of those melancholy trees denuded of their leaves, and thought only of seeking amid the fresh-springing grass for the first flower of the fairest season. I walked a long time without finding anything, but at length, as far off as my sight could reach, I perceived a violet, one single violet! Oh, how beautiful it was! I flew to the spot, and was about to pick it, when, (what was my surprise!) the humble flower stirred, and seemed to endeavour to extricate itself from beneath my fingers! Fearing to deceive myself, I stretched out my hand. Then a voice, as sweet as its perfume, made itself heard, ”What are you doing, Lucile,” it said to me; ”why would you tear me from the earth? Alas! suffer me to live yet awhile; no one here treads me underfoot; you will soon find thousands more beautiful than I; in a bouquet I should be lost, mixed up with others, and I should add nothing to its size; let me end my days here.” Touched by such affecting language, I replied: ”Fear nothing, gentile flower, I would never be so cruel as to destroy you; let me only inhale your breath.” Then she lifted her odorous head, and her leaves unfolded themselves. Moved to tears, I allowed one to fall into her calix. She said to me: ”Your tears recruit my strength; I shall live longer than my fellows.” Then I said, ”I will come every day and moisten your leaves with sweet pure water.” ”Come,” she replied, ”but come always alone.” I promised her this, and every day I went to tend her, and to inhale her delicious perfume. Alas! I shall never see my friend again! My charming violet — one evening — in vain I sustained her bending stem, in vain slightly sprinkled her with water drops to revive her; her last hour had come. I shall visit that valley no more, but I shall ever think of my sweet violet.

First cited in Camille Desmoulins and his wife: passage from the history of the dantonists by Jules Claretie (1876) page 128-129

What I would do if I were in her place If destiny had placed me on the throne, if I was queen, and, having brought pain to my subjects, a just death for my crimes had been prepared for me, I wouldn’t wait for the moment when an unrestrained population came to tear me from my palace to drag me unworthily to the foot of the scaffold, I would prevent their blows, I say, and would like by dying to impose them on the entire universe. I would have a large enclosure prepared in a public place, I would have a stake erected there and barriers surrounding it, and three days before my death I would let the people know my intentions. At the back of the enclosure and opposite the stake I would erect an altar. During these three days I would go to the foot of this altar to pray to the great master of the universe, on the third day I would like all my mourning family to accompany me to the stake, this ceremony would take place at midnight by light torches.

First cited in Les Autographes et le goûts des autographes en France et à l’entranger (1865) page 301-302

The Aviary Cloé had only seen the revolution of the twelve months of the year twelve times. Her only occupation, her only amusement during this happy period of her life, was to look for nests in the woods and to see these young broods growing under her eyes and by her care. The little birds had grown big, she didn't have the courage to get rid of them; she kept them all and fed them as best she could. Her parents, who were not wealthy, were forced to interfere with their daughter's innocent pleasures. The aviary had become considerable and required a fairly large quantity of grain, which the young shepherdess obtained only with great difficulty. She had even had to steal more than once. One morning the young Cloé had gone out to find some new broods. What a sight awaited her on her return! She arrives very happy, in her hands a pretty nest of warblers. She runs to her aviary: the door to it was wide open, and not a bird inside... The merry finches, the bullfinches, the frank sparrows, the goldfinches, the tender warbler, the nightingale... and you too, faithful pigeon, all had taken their flight: not a single one had awaited the return of their poor master! How to paint Cloé's despair? At first she remains motionless and mute. A moment later, rage seizes her, she tears out her blond hair, she is flooded with tears; then she overturns and breaks the cage under her feet; she goes, comes, walks out and returns almost immediately. Several times one sees her following the birds in the air with her eyes, hoping to distinguish some of those in her aviary. She can no longer eat, and throws away all the objects that could remind her of too dear memories. At twenty, she was no more distressed when she learned of the infidelity of her beloved shepherd. One hears her exclaim: “Ah! Alas! They gave up their beneficence… Even though nothing was missing. These ingrates! What had they to desire? I shared with them the bread that was given to me for myself alone. I made them eat it out of my hand. How many times didn’t I go to the garden to pick up for them the fruit that had fallen from the tree! I spent whole hours looking for new worms for them that they love so much! How many times have I exposed myself for them to the reproaches and threats of my parents! Every morning, every evening I took care of them, as a mother takes care of her little children. I caressed them in turn; I warmed them in my bosom. How many times have I disturbed my sleep to go discover some companions for them at dawn, through brambles and thorns! They were all my pleasures. Near them I forgot the hour of the dance. They even recognized me and returned my caresses. During the winter, when the snow covers the fields, where will they take refuge? They will die of cold and hunger… if the bird-catcher does not trap them to give them to cruel children, or else the inhuman hunter… O my poor little birds, how I pity you! Alas! You miss me. Cruel parents, it is you who cause us all these evils!”

An elderly shepherdess, her neighbour, had heard the lamentations of the young Cloé. Touched by her good heart, she came up and said to her, embracing her:

”Console yourself, beloved child, do not cry over the fate of your lost birds; all your care did not make them happier...

”My dear, what more did they need? I could have given it to them.”

”Liberty, my dear daughter: it is the greatest of goods. For her, we face the rigor of the seasons, the traps of the bird catcher, the gun of the hunter. For her we forget her benefactress, and the benefactress has no right to call ungrateful those who prefer only liberty to her.”

”So you mean that, free, they can be even happier than they were with me?”

”Yes, Cloé.”

”You assure me, my dear?”

”Yes, beloved child.”

”Well, if it is as you tell me, I am willing to forgive them.”

First cited in Paris en 1794 et en 1795: histoire de la rue, du club, de la famine, composée d’après des documents inédits, particulièrement les rapports de police et les registres du Comité de salut public, avec une introduction par C-A Dauban (1869) by Charles-Aimé Dauban, page 335-337.

#i like how the first and last sound like lucile thought:#”if one day i get condemned and executed for something i didn’t even do i better leave behind a story #that sounds like it could only have been written by a person with a completely pure and innocent heart!”#and then there’s the ”i hope you kill yourself in an excruciating painful way marie!!!” story…#lucile desmoulins #desmoulins #marie antoinette #i wonder if max liked or disliked the bird story…#what! you’re anti aviary lucile!#if i had a nickle for everytime a frev woman told a depressing story about a pigeon i’d have two nickles #frev compilation

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takingstockofwhatmattersmost · 10 months

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Death's Ode to Emily

Oh, fairest muse of beauty's grace A masterpiece in life's embrace With every step, a dance of art You captivate each beating heart

Your eyes, like stars in a midnight sky Hold secrets deep, enchantingly sly A gaze that kindles passion's fire Igniting souls with fierce desire

Each curve and contour, a masterpiece A symphony of form that won't release A sculptor's dream, a painter's delight A feast for senses...day, or night

Your laughter, like a melody's tune Echoes in hearts, beneath the moon Oh, radiant creature, a work of divine In your presence, love's sweetest wine

A whispered breeze in your silken hair A fragrant bloom beyond compare In verses sung, in stories told Your sensual charm forever bold

So, here's to you, embodiment of grace A muse that time cannot erase In every line of this ode, I confess You are the pinnacle of loveliness

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