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catsarma · 11 months

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Divorced girlies sketch

#oc art #sketch #trad #oc Marietta #oc Oriana #art

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muppet-facts · 8 months

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Muppet Fact #863

The performance of "Italian Street Song" from the operetta Naughty Marietta on Sesame Street had an all animal orchestra consisting of puppets reused from The Muppet Show.

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Sesame Street. Episode 2485. May 13, 1988.

#muppet facts oc #jim henson #the muppets #muppets #muppet facts #fun facts #sesame street #childrens tv #the muppet show #Naughty Marietta

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queerlilchinchin · 6 months

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New OC: Marietta

This is my design for my new character, Marietta. She's my concept for the MC of an old idea I'd had that I'd come across while looking up old posts for @lordkingsmith.

The basic concept is: a woman that hoards animals as trophies of dead relationships. Kind of like serial killers and how they have trophies of the kills they do, but she hoards the animals from past relationships and keeps them for herself.

Her story is meant to be a comedy. I just don't know how else to describe the idea/concept.

#my ocs #marietta #writers of tumblr #character concepts #character designs #picrew #characters of tumblr #romantic ocs

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purplezombietumbler · 6 months

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The Dupain-Cheng Sisters

Name: Bridgette Dupain-Cheng.

Aliases: Lovely-Bug (Ladybug Miraculous), Beelzabub (Bee Miraculous), Clawdia Noir (Cat Miraculous), Hissette (Snake Miraculous).

Gender: Female.

Sex: Female.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual.

Age: 16.

Astrology Sign: Capricorn.

Race/Ethnicity: Half Chinese, half white.

Height: 5'8".

Love Interest/Crush: Daphné Laurent.

Personality: Girly, absent-minded, slightly flirty.

Best Quality: Her reliability.

Worst Quality: Her lack of focus.

Fears: Being a bad sister.

Hobbies: Writting, gardening, candle making, photography.

Relationships:

Tom Dupain: Dad.

Sabine Cheng: Mom.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Younger Sister.

Marietta Dupain-Cheng: Younger Sibling.

Vivienne Dupain-Cheng: Youngest Sister.

Various Trivia:

●Is the only child with brown hair and brown eyes like her father.

●Wears the most make up but it's more of a "natural" look.

●Can speak Mandarin, English, and French.

●She the sister that's helps with the bakery the most. Although, admittedly, she isn't THAT passionate about baking.

●Has the longest hair out of all the sisters and keeps it in two french braids.

●Has a part-time job in Wang's art shop.

●Best friends with Socqueline Wang.

●Knows Marinette is Ladybug and carries around a Ladybug keychain to show support.

●Favorite colors are pink, yellow, and orange.

●She was Master Fu's first choice for the Ladybug, but decided against it because Bridgette wasn't the best strategist.

●Met Daphné in her new school.

●Daphné was a secret for most of her family until Socqueline talked Bridgette into coming out.

Playlist:

♤greedy By Tate McRae

♤Cool For The Summer By Demi Lovato

♤Heart of Gold By Ashley Huff

♤Lovesick By Emily Osment

♤Speed Drive By Charli XCX

Name: Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Aliases: Ladybug, Lady Noire, Multimouse, Dragon Bug, Lady Bee, Pegabug, Pennybug, Ladyfly, Bug Noire.

Gender: Female.

Sex: Female.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual.

Age: 15.

Astrology Sign: Cancer.

Race/Ethnicity: Half Chinese, half white.

Height: 5'4".

Love Interest/Crush: Adrian Agreste.

Personality: Clumsy, sweet and outgoing, with the occasional bout of low self-esteem.

Best Quality: Her kindness.

Worst Quality: Her obsessive personality.

Fears: Being exposed as Ladybug.

Hobbies: Fashion designing, baking.

Relationships:

Tom Dupain: Dad.

Sabine Cheng: Mom.

Bridgette Dupain-Cheng: Oldest Sister.

Marietta Dupain-Cheng: Younger Twin Sister (by 29 minutes).

Vivienne Dupain-Cheng: Youngest sister.

Various Trivia: N/A.

Playlist:

♤New Rules By Dua Lipa

♤breathin By Ariana Grande

♤Look At Her Now By Selena Gomez

♤Power By Little Mix

♤Heroes (We Could Be) By Alesso ft. Tove Lo

(Inspired by @your-art-is-gay )

Name: Marietta Dupain-Cheng.

Aliases: Lady-Luck (Ladybug Miraculous), Mouscedes (Mouse Miraculous), Catty Noir (Cat Miraculous), Blaze (Rooster Miraculous), Maddy-Taur (Ox Miraculous).

Gender: Bigender.

Sex: Female.

Pronouns: She/Him.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Acesexual, Heteroromantic.

Age: 15.

Astrology Sign: Cancer.

Race/Ethnicity: Half Chinese, half white.

Height: 5'4".

Love Interest/Crush: Max Kanté.

Personality: Tomboy, plays dumb because she's laid back and hates it when people think she's going to cure cancer or something.

Best Quality: Her chill attitude.

Worst Quality: She plays dumb.

Fears: Failure.

Hobbies: Skateboarding, painting, history, sports.

Relationships:

Tom Dupain: Dad.

Sabine Cheng: Mom.

Bridgette Dupain-Cheng: Oldest sister.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Older Twin Sister (by 29 minutes).

Vivienne Dupain-Cheng: Younger sister.

Various Trivia:

●Helps Sabine with her painting class as much as she can.

●Best friends with Alix Kubdel.

●She had a crush on Alix, but when she found out Alix was Aromatic, Marietta backed off and stayed friends.

●Knows Marinette is Ladybug.

●Fights with Vivienne the most. (Usually its play-fighting but still).

●Knows Marinette is Ladybug and has a Ladybug bracelet to show support. She also covers for Marinette most of the time.

●Has the shortest haircut out of all the sisters, styled in a disheveled mushroom.

●Favorite colors are Blue, Red, Black.

●Came out to Alix first.

●She doesn't like to show off, but she can beat Kim in an arm wrestling contest and takes pride in her athleticism.

●She perfers to be the "side character" and doesn't like attention.

●She's the only person that can keep with Max in a conversation.

Playlist:

♤Here's To Never Growing Up By Avril Lavigne

♤Don’t Play By Halsey

♤Harleys In Hawaii By Katy Perry

♤AMERICAN HORROR SHOW By SNOW WIFE

♤Paint The Town Red By Rain Paris

Name: Vivienne Dupain-Cheng.

Aliases: Shadybug (Ladybug Miraculous), Purrsephone (Cat Miraculous), Tiger Lilly (Tiger Miraculous).

Gender: Female.

Sex: Female.

Pronouns: She/They.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Lesbian.

Age: 14.

Astrology Sign: Scorpio.

Race/Ethnicity: Half Chinese, half white.

Height: 4'9".

Love Interest/Crush: Zoé Lee.

Personality: Had to learn quickly that "Just because you CAN doesn't mean you SHOULD!" Has a hard time keeping her temper in check, especially with people who disrespect her sisters.

Best Quality: Her loyalty.

Worst Quality: Her temper.

Fears: Thunder and lightning.

Hobbies: Music, poetry, electronic guitar.

Relationships:

Tom Dupain: Dad.

Sabine Cheng: Mom.

Bridgette Dupain-Cheng: Oldest sister.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Older sister.

Marietta Dupain-Cheng: Older sister.

Various Trivia:

●Emo Baby™.

●Her favorite singer is Jagged Stone.

●Has the least incommon with Marinette.

●Hates Kim. With most her being.

●Hates Chloé Bourgeois.

●She has the ability to know when someone is lying to her, and immediately doesn't like Lila Rossi.

●Favorite colors are Magenta, purple, black.

●Wears the most visible make up of all the sisters (eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick).

●When Vivienne found out what Kim did to Marinette, she pulled him aside and told him: "If you hurt my sister, purposely or otherwise, I will beat you up so bad you're going to wish that you were dead," and ever since then, Kim has been terrified of Viv and doesn't go near Marinette.

●Prized possessions are her MP3 player and her noise canceling headphones.

●Collections vinyl records.

●Gets music lessons from Luka.

●She used to get into rages and destroy things and hurt herself but now channels her energy in music.

●Has black hair like her mom and magenta highlights and styles it short choppy emo haircut.

●The closest thing to a friend she has is Luka but other than that, she has no friends.

Playlist:

♤All I Wanted By Paramore

♤After Dark By Mr. Kitty

♤Problem By Becky G

♤Afterglow By Taylor Swift

♤Hands Up! By 6arelyhuman & kets4eki ft. pixel hood

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insomniac-jay · 5 months

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DC OC | Costumes

Finally getting around to this. I'm not gonna say this is my last DC OC post bc yall know I'm a liar

Billie Sunday | Faerie

As I said in a post before, Billie's costume, along with the Knights of Titania as a whole, is magical girl inspired with fairy or butterfly motifs. Her costume is obviously pink bc we have to follow the law of magical girl here /j. I would recommend using either a darker or lighter shade of pink. Other things I'd recommend are adding a pair of shorts, a cute domino mask, and an opening for her wings.

A good reference point is Sailor Moon in her super form

Greynasha Wiley | Crypt

Oh boy Greynasha...

First and foremost, her costume needs to be both practical and stylish. She can have her legs covered since she doesn't use the bones there. A huge part of her costume is her hat that has a mourning veil attached to it. The veil covers most of her face except her mouth.

Sophia Evangelista | Angeknight

For Sophia, I actually do have a concept picture of her costume (meiker.io you are a lifesaver) (ignore the blonde hair and white wings)

It's a start but I also want to add some homages to her Bana heritage (and maybe a few references to Egyptian goddesses since Sophia is technically Egyptian) and add some more pieces of armor. And how could I forget that it needs to be practical? She'd be in a jumpsuit a la Donna Troy.

Marietta Brooks | Glamor

Mari's is a simple pink catsuit (think of the ones the main trio of Totally Spies wear) that can turn black when she needs to go stealth mode and a stylish utility belt. Add some type of mask to hide her face and she's good to go.

Venus Parks | Star Sapphire/Boombox

I've already talked in great detail about Venus's Star Sapphire outfit, so we're just gonna focus on her Boombox one.

Given that she's piloting a mech, Venus's new hero costume looks like she's a female pilot in a mecha anime except that it's not skintight.

Daliah Yukimura | Snow/Snowdancer

Much like Sophia, I actually do have an idea for Daliah's costume during both her preexisting vigilante career and YJ membership, just without the jacket

As for when she becomes Snowdancer, her costume would pay homage to her mentor, Golden Glider. It'd also look closer to what professional ice skaters wear, a symbol of both Daliah getting older and her increasing skill.

Elyon Morningstar | Pandora

Elyon deserves to look like a stereotypical witch, hat, broomstick, and all. She'd revel in it so much that it holds over into her later hero career

Sasha Ray | Wavedancer

This dress could easily be made to be Sasha's costume. Plus it'd go great with her powers.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @peachyblkdemonslayer @punkeropercyjackson @mayameanderings

#jay's dc ocs #oc: billie/faerie #oc: greynasha/crypt #oc: sophia/angeknight #oc: marietta/glamor #oc: venus/star sapphire #oc: daliah/snow #oc: elyon/pandora #oc: sasha/wavedancer

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mira-arts-v · 4 months

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Helloooo, happy to share a new Watcher!!

This is Winona Marietta, second Watcher of the Yellow Realm. She is apart of the Living Doll species and created the Living Objects species! I was partly inspired by Ragatha from The Amazing Digital Circus.

Art and oc belong to me 💛

#oc art #ocs #original character #oc artist #procreate art #art #winona marietta mav #watchers mav

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lenorethequietbookkeeper · 1 year

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Gonna dedicate some time to finally making ToyHouse bios for the minor cast (I still have two redesigns left but I'll work on those alongside this). Firstly though, I decided to make some lil updates to a few refs!! It's nothing extremely serious, I mainly just wanted to change a few fonts and actually make Mari and Janet plus sized! I'll admit my edits to convey this are minimal but I consider them improvements nonetheless. Stay tuned!

#zop #zombiesofpythonel #ocs #art #oc art #design concepts #full refs #caspian #kent #marietta #janice #my art

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thetwstwildcard · 2 years

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Could we learn about your DIE staff? And Crowley son!!

Elica Arce: inspired by sleeping beauty castle, fireworks and even Walt Disney himself (Elica ≈ Elias aka Walt's middle name). She's the maternal headmistress of DIE who even took in the son of Crowley so he could be raised properly. She calls her students "her children" and has a personal apartment which she lends to Leveret (DIE's Yuu). She's confident, creative and has the respect of her dorm leaders, staff and students. Age unknown but appears in her late 30s to early 40s. She is the chaperone of Cinoair.

Oliver Trevit: inspired by the Disneyland railroad and Roy Disney (who's middle name was Oliver). The man who is in charge or school tours and taking students around the campus when they are too far from portals. He's the father of Casey Trevit. One for dad jokes and cracking puns, he cares for his students as the vice head master. He is 49. He is the chaperone of Westier.

Nye Marietta: the egmatic potions professor inspired by the monorail. He is one to try to include technology into his magic and strives to show how technology can replace magic in more unified and persise ways. He is 36. He is the chaperone of Morrodie.

Lotte Hans: The diviations professor with her head in the clouds. She's inspired by the world of Disney. She's one to create new spells when given the chance. She likes to tell the fortunes of her students. While nice she's easily distracted by vintage creations. She is 31. She is the chaperone of Avenplore.

Blair Miziker: The bright ancient incantations professor who is inspired by the electrical light parade. She has an interest in the occult and ancient creatures. She was raised in the Valley of Thorns. She is 29 and is the chaperone of Loire.

Casey Trevit: The daughter of the vice head master, Oliver Trevit. She is inspired by the casey jr circus train and is the animal linguistics professor. She's the youngest professor at only 23 but she's the most excited about teaching. She's the chaperone of Fantasica.

Ezra Crowley: Son of Dire Crowley who was left on the Strophrades Isle. He snuck upon a pirate's ship and hid until they returned to the main island. There he found his way to Ambrose who lead him to Elica who raised him. She helped him find his real named compared to the one his mother gave him. He was eventually introduced to his father. He spends time in both RSA and DIE but has a room to return to at NRC. A gentleman of few words. Technically a NRC student but is barely in those classes (since losing his sister aka Yua) instead he takes them at RSA or DIE as an "exchange" student

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #twstoc #twst ocs #DIE #ezra Crowley #Elica Arce #Oliver Trevit #Nye Marietta #Lotte Hans #Blair Miziker #Casey Trevit #dormiveglia institute of enchantments #twst fanschool

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noxtms · 1 year

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+ 003 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

#hp rp #harry potter rp #appless rp #fandom rp #canon rp #oc rp #mumu rp #established rp #wc update.#all for marietta edgecombe !

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krshush · 3 months

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It says something to me remembering that my Biggest Two OCs during the early 2010s was Zenas (tall twink elf with pink hair with identity/presentation issues, while also being a shithead) and Micah (average older teen punk with dyed undercut hair, who died and was a ghost, and also my first agender OC)

I'm not sure how to convey what it says without a dissertation on me, my history on Tumblr and these two characters barely anyone remembers at this point, but. Still.

#Started rotating them while reflecting on OCs of mine that other people have loved and/or drawn #hmmm who has been drawn... do you think I can name them all?#hmmmmmm.#Kayla? Micah. Zenas. Lux. Marietta. Atlas. Saffron. KAIRA. WOW. CANT BELIEVE I REMBERED KAIRA... Merit. of course.#and many more but by that point we'd be getting into territory of ones I'd commissioned honestly I was trying to think of who's been drawn #as a surprise to me pfhfhf #OH Elrevas. and Elias and Zarrin. have all been doodled before too #I've been in the OC Game a long long time folks.#K.R. shush

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ereardon · 3 months

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Golden Hour || Ch. 7

[Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Alcohol, angst, cursing

Chapter summary: Olive spends Thanksgiving with the Bradshaws; Olive and Bradley's relationship takes a turn

WC: 2K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

“Dr. James, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

You swiveled around in your chair. Molly stood at the door, holding an armful of supplies to replenish the cabinet to your right. “I’m not sure,” you replied. “Why?”

“I was hoping we’d be closed,” she said, unloading the bandages into the cabinet. “My boyfriend and I are supposed to visit his parents down in Marietta.”

“You can have it off either way,” you replied and Molly grinned.

“So you call the shots now?” Bob stood in the doorway of your office, wearing a sweater with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of khakis and brown dress shoes.

You rolled your eyes. “Give the girl the day off, Floyd.”

“We’re closed on Thanksgiving, Molly,” he said and she stood up, smiling.

“Thank you!” She tossed her arms around Bob as he stood solid like a statue in the doorframe, before scampering down the hallway.

You leaned back in your chair with a smirk. “Softie.”

“What are your plans for Thanksgiving?”

“Don’t have any,” you replied. “Unless you’re inviting me over.”

Bob looked startled. “I, uh—”

You laughed but it was dry. “Don’t worry, Floyd, I’m not inviting myself over. I have more tact than that.” You stood up, smoothing your short skirt. “I won’t impose. Sure I’ll be able to find something to do.”

Bob’s gaze hardened. “I’m sure Bradshaw would have you over.”

“Bradley?” You shook your head. “I’m sure he has plans.”

Bob nodded. “Bradshaw family Thanksgiving is legendary. I’ve been a few times. His parents do a catered dinner.”

“Maybe I’ll ask him.”

Bob lingered. There was something about the way he wasn’t moving, as if words were stuck in his throat, thick like gravy on a biscuit.

You cocked your head to one side. “Something else I can help you with?”

His blue eyes turned to you. “No.” He pivoted on one heel, heading down the hallway, the soft clack of his dress shoes on the wood floor fading into the distance. You frowned before picking up the phone and pressing Bradley’s contact.

“Hey, it’s me,” you said into the speaker. “Listen, about Thanksgiving.”

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“Mothers don’t like me,” you whispered as you and Bradley made your way up the steps toward the stone mansion on the end of the road. “Just a warning.”

Bradley chuckled. “I doubt that, Doc. What’s not to like?”

You shrugged. “I say too much or I say too little. And when I do talk it’s about medicine. I’m too competitive. I can’t cook. I curse. I wear too short of skirts.” You adjusted your skirt over the thin tights and cursed yourself for wearing a pair of stilettos. The Bradshaws were going to think you were a prostitute.

“My mother likes no one and pretends to like everyone,” Bradley replied. “Besides, it’s a party, Doc. Not some intimate dinner. You’ll be able to blend in with the crowd, I promise.”

“If you leave me alone for more than five minutes I’m going to get blackout drunk,” you warned.

Bradley laughed, reaching out and ringing the doorbell. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” The large wood door swung open. “Mother,” he said.

“Bradley, dear.” She was small, so thin beneath her sweater set, and Bradley had to stoop down to kiss her on the cheek. She held her arms out to you. “And you must be Olivia.”

“Olive,” Bradley corrected. “Dr. James.”

“Ooh, doctor?” His mother raised her plucked eyebrows.

You smiled. “Olive is fine. Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Carole,” she replied. “Come in.”

The Bradshaws had more money than half of Georgia from the looks of it. A soaring two-story foyer with a curved staircase that crawled up one wall, checkered black and white tile floors in the entryway, an enormous wooden paneled library to your left. The house was warm and smelled like Baccarat Rouge and echoed with voices and Southern accents. You raised your eyebrows at Bradley. “You’re Southern royalty, aren’t you?”

He blushed, hard. “No.”

“Come on.” You grabbed his arm. “Spill.”

“My father was the governor,” he confessed and your eyes went wide, like saucers. “There he is.” Bradley tipped his head toward the seven-foot tall fireplace against one wall where a group of men were laughing. You spotted him immediately. Tall, muscular, mustache that rivaled Tom Selleck’s. He was handsome as hell. A part of you did the mental math and realized that Bradley would age well.

Very well.

“Come on,” Bradley said, moving toward the center of the room. “I need a drink.”

Against one wall, there was a makeshift bar. “Wine, please,” you said.

“What type of wine?” the bartender asked. “We have Sauvignon Blanc, Merlot, Pinot from the Loire—”

You cut him off with a thick sob. “Oh my God. Real wine.”

Bradley practically snorted. “Yes, Olive, outside of Willow there actually does exist wine where the label doesn’t just say white box or red.”

You shook your head with elation. “Sancerre, please.”

“And you, sir?”

“Manhattan, no rocks.”

You leaned against the bar and surveyed the room. It was tastefully decorated. Now you knew why Bradley’s house was so well done. “You could have warned me,” you whispered.

“And said what?”

“I don’t know, that you’re Mr. Georgia?”

Bradley laughed, a throaty chuckle, one hand finding the small of your back, leading you deeper into the room. Clumps of well dressed people stood in packs scattered throughout the large expanse of the living room. “Sometimes I forget that you don’t know things, Olive. Everyone in Willow knows everything about each other. It’s hard to remember that you’re starting from a blank slate.”

“What else am I missing?” you asked.

“Well, that’s my brother, Jordan.” Bradley pointed to a tall, dark and handsome man holding hands with a slim brunette. “And his wife Jodi. And their son James is somewhere. Probably praying pranks on the dog.” You grinned. “If you go upstairs and turn left and open the fourth door on the right you’ll see an embarrassing amount of trophies from little league.”

“I know where I’m sneaking off to after dinner,” you teased.

“I’ll meet you up there.” You swatted Bradley’s arm with your free hand and he laughed. A shadow appeared in front of the two of you.

“Son.”

“Dad.” Bradley was a full inch shorter than his father, and that was a feat. “This is Dr. Olive James.”

“Just Olive is fine,” you said, holding out a hand. “Very nice to meet you, sir.”

He grinned, shaking your hand tightly. His grip was a vice. “Nick Bradshaw. Friends call me Goose.”

“Goose?”

“Don’t ask,” Bradley whispered.

“Best shot in the state,” Nick said, dropping your hand. “You a hunter, Doctor?”

“Does looking for deals in Soho count?” The joke fell flat on Nick, who had a stony look in his eye. “Sorry, no. Never been.”

“You’ll have to join us sometime,” he said. “Bradley, invite her to the lake house. We’re going next week.”

“You don’t have to,” Bradley whispered.

You smiled. “That’s very nice, thank you.”

Goose tipped his head. “My son here really under sold how pretty you were. In a town like Willow I’m sure you’re turning heads.”

You blushed and Bradley shook his head. “Dad, come on. Let her at least finish her drink before you turn on the charm.”

Goose grinned. “Can’t help it, son.”

“It’s flattering,” you replied. “But I only came to Willow a few months ago. Still adjusting.”

“What’s there to adjust to?” A voice to your right entered and you turned, Bradley’s brother Jordan joining the circle. His eyes leered over you. “Nothing in Willow but two sticks to rub together.”

“Olive,” Bradley said, his voice icing over. “This is my brother Jordan. Jordan, this is Dr. Olive James.”

“Doctor?” Jordan raised his thick eyebrows. “How come there were never any docs like you when I have to go to my checkups?”

“OK, we’re leaving,” Bradley said, putting one hand on your back and steering you toward the patio doors at the back of the room. The two of you spilled out onto the paved patio that overlooked a manicured garden not unlike Versailles. “Sorry about him, he’s a dick.”

You laughed. “That’s OK. I understand.”

“Do you have siblings?”

“No.” You paused. “But my fiancé did.”

“Fiancé?” Bradley went pale.

“Sorry, ex-fiance,” you clarified.

“You’ve never mentioned.”

“He cheated and I left. Not much to say,” you replied.

“I’m sorry.” Bradley paused. “Is that why you left New York?”

You nodded. “We worked together.”

“Oh.” He was quiet for a moment. Then, “Sounds like a real dick.”

You laughed, the sound chiming out into the quiet evening. “Not wrong.”

“Did you love him?” he asked.

You frowned. “Yes. But I don’t know if I was ever in love with him. Not the way that I should have been. I was just too caught up in everything to realize it.”

Bradley stepped closer, pressing one hand to your cheek. “I like you, Olive. A lot. And I know you said you weren’t looking to start anything, but—”

“I like you, too, Bradley,” you interrupted, the heat of his hand cupping your skin warming you from the outside in.

He smiled, bending down, pressing his lips to yours softly. You closed your eyes, letting Bradley flood your senses.

When the two of you broke apart, you grinned, sliding one hand up into his curls, pulling him back down, sealing your lips over his. Bradley’s large hands wound around your waist, tugging you in close, pressing your body to his.

“Let’s blow off dinner,” he whispered.

“But it’s Thanksgiving,” you replied. “Won’t your family care if we ditch them?”

“I don’t care,” Bradley murmured. “I want you all to myself.”

“Bradshaw,” you said quietly, “are you hitting on me?”

“You bet your sweet ass I am.”

“OK, let’s go.”

Back at Bradley’s house, you slipped off your heels as Bradley poured two glasses of wine. You heard him mutter and curse under his breath.

“Everything OK?” you called out.

“Yeah, fine,” he shouted back. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You wandered down the hallway to Bradley’s bedroom, edging open the door. It was familiar, from the night after the Halloween party. The room was blanketed in darkness and you strolled over to the window, glass of wine in one hand, spreading the curtains, letting the moonlight flood in.

Across the yard, Bob stood at his window, illuminated lightly and golden from a lamp behind him. You raised your hand in a wave and so did he. Opening the window, you perched on the sill. “Hey.”

Bob opened his window, leaning his head out to his shoulders. “Hi.”

You frowned. “This was your big Thanksgiving plan? Standing at the window looking forlorn?”

He shook his head. “I had dinner with my father, but I left early. He was tired.”

“Oh.” You paused. “How, um, how is he doing?”

“Not too well,” Bob replied softly.

“I’m sorry to hear that. He’s very sweet.”

Bob looked up. “Weren’t you at the Bradshaw’s party?” he asked.

“Yeah, we were, but.” You trailed off, taking a sip of wine to fill the silence.

Bob’s eyes went wide with realization. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” you said but you weren’t sure why. It just felt like the right thing to say.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” In the distance, you heard footsteps. “I should go.”

Bob nodded. “Goodnight, Olive.”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” you replied softly, shifting off of the window sill, feet landing on the floor with a soft thump. You closed the window gently, and Bob mirrored your actions across the narrow garden.

“Doc?” Bradley’s voice carried through the open door. You turned and smiled.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He stepped in closer, winding one arm around your waist. “So. Where did we leave off?”

“I think somewhere around here,” you replied, leaning forward, pressing your lips to his. Bradley’s other arm found the back of your head, supporting you as he tipped you backward in a kiss, one of your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, your fingertips gripping his biceps.

In the heat of it all, you forgot to pull the curtains shut.

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