do you like pasta?

are you only doing this because you’re bored?

what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

your first celebrity crush?books or films?

do you have a favorite MotoGP, Moto2, Moto3, MotoE (or even WSBK) livery?

a school subject your good with?

Thanks Esther! 💚

I love pasta!

I am a bit bored right now yes. I am at my parents house watching our dog, but he is sleeping, so I have time for this

When the guy at the phone repair shop acvidentally destroyed my sim card and I had to call my mom after to tell her I had a new number for a few days and she thought I was trying to scam her at first 😅

Orlando bloom

If a movie is based on a book then I almost always prefer books because they always mess it up. Any other times I can't choose becaus I love them both

I don't really have a favorite livery, but I lobe it when the bike and the suit have very bright colours!

I was always good at math (don't think I'm still good at it after all these years) and I loved geography

Weird asks

Not Out of the Woods Yet

Good evening, vampire hunters.

Chapter 2 for The Flower That Blooms in Red (Westley’s Version) is out now. Eforie takes a stroll around the sky garden herself to search for her lost parasol. As she looks around, she notices that the dryads tending to the flora are not welcoming to outsiders and will swarm if she hesitates for a few moments. Defenseless and afraid, Eforie will have to rely on her wits to evade the wrathful, spear-wielding nymphs. Will she be able to reclaim her parasol before personally finding out what the dryads do with trespassers? Remember to download the executable labeled (Version 2) to access this episode. Sunset Photo by Davies Designs Studio on Unsplash. https://darkinfern0crystal1.itch.io/the-flower-that-blooms-in-red-westleys-version

The Let’s Play video for Chapter 3 in The Heliotrope Chronicles is now on my YouTube channel to showcase Joy Luna’s first contribution to the series and the in-game debut of our lead artist, Sidiyq Qadim.

A few grammatical errors were caught while recording, but although they are still visible in this playthrough, they have since been fixed in the updated executable. Look for Version 3.5 in the itch.io page. The following changes were also added to the game;

Two rooms, July, and one other traveler were added to the hub world to reflect the events following this episode. Chatting with the aforementioned NPCs hint at what might await Frederick and co. once they arrive in Baudelaire City.

Sidiyq Qadim now follows Frederick around the hub world. Their starting location has been moved to make room for one of the new NPCs.

Eforie is no longer playable in the hub world, but she can be interacted with in the room where the grimoire is found.

The Chapter 4 button is added to the grimoire, but the level is locked for it is still in development. Clicking on it anyway will cause Sidiyq Qadim to remind you that he needs some more time to gather supplies before heading out.

A mysterious weapon pulsing with dark magic can be found in one of the new rooms. It is part of the Domonique set forged by Cronix and was added to foreshadow a story arc focusing on its origins. (release date TBD)

Thank you for playing The Heliotrope Journey series as always and we hope you have a splendid weekend. :)

Sincerely,

WN

Shoutout to Mordechai and Esther for surviving a genocide attempt and deciding this time of the year belongs to joy. It would have been so easy to respond to that with anger or sadness or fear but instead they went. Oh. It’s springtime. It’s warm and nice and the flowers are blooming and the animals are out. And we are Alive. We should drink and celebrate and be happy. And all our people should drink and celebrate and be happy at this time of year for the rest of time. Real ones for that honestly

Watching Love Between Fairy and Devil should come with multiple warnings.

I recently finished watching the series and it’s my duty to warn you.

Side effects may include:

Putting your life (family, friends, work, paying bills) on hold to watch all episodes in 3 days

Feeling alone because no one you know has watched it and you only want to talk about the masterpiece that this series is

Obsessing over Dongfang Qingcang and subsequently over Dylan Wang

Wondering why men you know don’t have long, sleek, butt-length hair and wear majestic robes

Daydreaming about all the times Dongfang Qingcang pulled Xiao Lanhua close to him to kiss her

Searching all social media for BTS, interviews, Dylan and Esther singing and being cute together

Re-watching all the scenes where Dongfang Qingcang rolls his eyes, tilts his head, uses hellfire and has blue eyes because he is simply irresistible

Crying. Lots and lots of crying. And then when you think you are done crying, you’ll cry some more

Binging Meteor Garden pretending this is one of Dongfang Qingcang’s tribulations in modern world

Craving to write fanfiction with all the juicy details of their relationship, even if you have never written one before

Creating a dedicated Tumblr account with a silly name (like I don’t know, Moon’s Orchid?) though you watched it almost a year and a half after it was released and the fandom has half died. But you swear you’ll keep reposting all the awesome gif posts hoping for a miracle

Having no option but to re-watch over and over again fully aware your heart will bloom, break and then be destroyed repeatedly

Proceed at your own risk

TWST OC INTRODUCTION - TCOAV

Ezra Goldspire - Who Knows Best

Name: Ezra Goldspire

Nicknames: Ezzie, Killifish

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Birthday: May 7 (Taurus)

Age: 362 (In canon and AU)

Height: 5'11 or 179cm

Voice Claim(s): Caleb Hyles

Twisted from: Mother Gothel/Esther Gothel of Tangled

Unique Magic: "What Once was Mine" Through the use of magical herbs and alchemy, Ezra is able to capture the likeness of himself and other individuals. He can share and change other's physical features with these concoctions, ranging anywhere from shoe size to facial structure to vocal coords. These changes last as long as he desires as well as under his own set conditions at the cost of requiring outside materials to complete. Typically the magic is contained in what appears to be a type of spice or powder, and the change leaves a mark/tattoo on the individual which the magic is cast to indicate what exactly was changed.

Grade: Primarily teaches Sophomores and Juniors

Class: Teaches art and music, along with being the homeroom teacher of class 3-D.

Hobbies: Alchemy, botany, herbology, singing, painting, playing the harp, improv.

Likes: Broadway, theater, pasta alla gricia, small spaces, spring, jewelry, floral arrangements, experimental learning, any music.

Dislikes: Crickets, wrinkles, scars, wasted talent, mumbling/whispering, tracking time.

Fears: Aging, other Changeling Fae, not being recognized by those he cares for, forgetting people.

Summary: As the most easygoing teacher on the entirety of campus, many of the students and fellow staff members view him as a scatter-brained daydreamer. However, his dreams filled with immense passion, as he desires for nothing more than to watch his student's talent blossom... and keep the bloom contained and protected in a glass case.

Now, don't get him wrong! He has the best intentions, of course. There are many, many scary people and places out there in this Twisted Wonderland. People who would take advantage of such bright minds. He is simply preventing that from happening. The man has been around for a long time and has been through his own share of ordeals, so he would most definitely know.

He has a big heart. While he goes about an odd, constrictive way of showing it, he does truly care. He has a hard time letting things go, and he simply wants the best for those he cares for. Ezra would spoil every single one of his students rotten if he were able. Even as a rather new professor at NRC, he wishes to guide every single one of them on the right path.

Outfit Inspiration

Author's Notes: ARGHHH MY BOY... Ezra is a very new character I made only a few months ago. He was created specifically for TCOAV, but alas I have grown attached. Given we already have quite a few gaslight gatekeep girlboss type characters over here, I decided to focus more on twisting different aspects of Mother Gothel. I particularly focused on her parental tendencies as well as her means of "caring" for Rapunzel. Whereas whether Gothel truly cares for Rapunzel or not is still up in the air, and they truly had a toxic relationship nonetheless, I wanted to make Ezra a more misguided but good individual.

A Double Blessing (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: You and Miles are preparing for the day when you come face to face with your two little girls

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia @kmc1989 My dear Kristen I desperately need to do a tag list and have you on it, but only if you want my dear (lol).

It had been a full two years since Jesse's birth, but that hadn't stopped yours and Miles's ever growing family. Really, it had been an accident, but a happy one nonetheless.

You two were busy painting the nursery while Benny and Jesse were running wild all over the place with Miles having to order them outside on more than one occasion. "And to think, there will be two more behind them," he sighed.

You laughed a little as you folded up the baby clothes while Miles continued to paint the walls. You loved the way he looked at you, that loving look with its angelic glow and the softness in his blue eyes.

"You think this time Benny and Jesse will have sisters?" you asked him.

"I have a feeling sweetpea," he answered. "Momma swears she had a dream that it'd be a pair of girls."

"We'll find out if she's right soon enough," you giggled feeling one of the babies kicking.

Miles helped you stand up, letting you lean against him as his hand rubbed gentle little circles on your swollen bump. "We'll see you soon my little princesses," he whispered. "We can't wait to meet you."

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The night finally came soon enough, a warm night in May when at last you and Miles met your twins. Once again had you found yourself in a warm bath with Miles between your legs to catch them, your mother-in-law with you both and your father-in-law having come to fetch the boys.

After a few minutes of pushing, you came face to face with the first of the twins, a little girl that you and Miles had named Alice Kathleen in honor of his mother and her own mother. The second, another little girl you had both named Esther Rose, came shortly after her.

When all was done and taken care of and you were snug in your bed, you stayed awake just a little longer to see your husband tucking your precious little girls into their bassinet near the window, their yellow and pink blankets covering them both while his hand gently rested on their little tummies. You felt the heat rising into your cheeks when you heard him softly singing them to sleep, those words reminiscent of all the springs and summers you and Miles had shared in the last eight years of your marriage.

"Edelweiss, edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white, clean and bright You look happy to meet me

Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss, edelweiss Bless my homeland forever

Edelweiss (edelweiss), edelweiss (edelweiss) Every morning you greet me Small and white (small and white) Clean and bright (clean and bright) You look happy to meet me

Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss, edelweiss Bless my homeland forever"

You sang along with him until Alice and Essie were fast asleep, the sound of both your voices mixed with those of the peepers coming in through the window. When you and Miles lay side by side in your shared bed that night, you snuggled into him, the both of you full of so much love for Benny, Jesse and your two little girls who had now entered your lives.

Creeksbrey Ballroom | Umbrage, SimDonia

Time for the wedding party! Walking first is Grayson's teen cousin, Kyle (Maia's son), who is escorting his sister, Ella. Then, Grayson's college best friend who he introduced to his now wife (Grayson's cousin, Rylee) is escorting on of Olivia's oldest friends from the nobility, Hana. Finally, Grayson's younger brother, Gianni, escorts Olivia's oldest and best friend, Marissa. Next, the ring bearers, Grayson's youngest brothers from his dad's second marriage, Guy and Garrett. The final sim walking down the aisle is the flower girl, Rose, Grayson's youngest sister, preparing for the bride.

In the front row, we see Bria's closest cousin whom she refers to as her sister, Maia and her husband, Shia. They sit next to happy parents of the groom, Emmitt and Bria. On the bride's side is the King and Queen of Selvadorada, Jose and Aliesha, where the couple's relationship bloomed. They are seating next to Olivia's adoring parents, Donovan and Esther. Here comes the bride!

okay can i say a thing about esther in fics

So, this isn't something I loathe, or take great issue with, or anything, since I understand why this character is the way she is in a lot of fics, or any fandom interpretation. A lot of times, in fandoms, characters will change roles depending on the fanwork context. So if you want to explore a specific type of abuse with Enid, obviously Esther is going to fit that role.

I also have a lot to say with Murray, but I'll cool off with that for now. However, a lot of the same applies.

Anyway, I...do wish there was more nuance to Esther within the fandom? Or a better appreciation as to why she is a problem. Especially since she's a direct foil to Morticia, because both mothers ultimately have the same issue, it's just Morticia handles it with grace, and Esther doesn't.

Esther is an overbearing mother.

That is emotional abuse, which often stems from a genuine care for the child, but through a very warped perception that is so because of insecurity and/or entitlement.

I get it. I get why she's written to be physically abusive in a lot of fics, or do other things. It's a way to tell the stories people want to write, and I can't say that I won't be responsible for that. For context, the project I'm working on now has a lot of medical abuse where...it's really, really bad. Far worse than what's presumably in the show. And it's something done out of insecurity.

...can't really be a good judge of what or how I handle her, since I'm the writer of that. But. Whatever.

The point is, as someone whose personal experience with maternal abuse was never a physical one, and was purely emotional/mental, it does feel like a lot of the fandom doesn't understand how devastating those are, and equates physical abuse as...the worst kind. When in reality, they're not comparable, and it ultimately depends on the people involved. Some people can better defend themselves against mental abuse over physical, others it's the opposite.

And then you just have the additional context. Like what...is actually happening.

It's an oversimplification that I think really misses the point in trying to analyze what the show tries to say about Esther and Enid. Enid is a people pleaser. Enid does want to please her mom, but she acknowledges and pushes back against the pressure she's been put in. Very emotionally intelligent in that regard, probably because she had to be. And because she physically cannot wolf-out for the bulk of the show, Enid chooses to prioritize another thing that her mom may like: finding a "mate", of sorts. With or without a possible issue in comphet, this may be why Enid is so overbearing with Ajax. Because she's trying to compensate for not being able to frolic in the forest, beneath a full moon, as a saber dog thing.

Meanwhile, Esther is overbearing...because she is also compensating for something. When Esther hands Enid the pamphlet for summer conversion camps, she says outright that a cousin of Enid's had the same problem.

This is a familial issue. And may be indicative of something genetic: the Sinclairs, for whatever reason, have a predisposition for late-blooming. And Esther doesn't like it. Maybe because she's a late-bloomer herself, or, she saw what happened in older generations and wants to "save" Enid from it. By doing things potentially just as bad.

And she foils Morticia because Enid is not like her. The same way that Wednesday is not like Morticia. There's friction of interests. There's friction in communication, and in how to articulate love for each other.

However, Morticia actually accepts Wednesday. She doesn't understand her, but she tries. She leaves Thing to watch over her. Leaves the crystal ball. And leaves the necklace that Wednesday wears, because rather than physical touch, she doesn't mind the touch of cold obsidian. Ergo, by the time of season's end, Wednesday understands better how to communicate with her mother because her mother understands how to show her love. So she lets Morticia...kinda sorta embrace.

Esther meanwhile cannot get through to Enid because...she does not restrain herself. She's overbearing because she's being overruled by insecurity, and perhaps entitlement. There is an interesting implication with her wearing a wool vest--making her a literal wolf in sheep's clothing--, and that brings another layer of nuance.

And that's what...I really just want. I want more nuance and complexities than just "Esther evil. Esther hit Enid. Esther sell Enid off to be omega whore, or something."

So. Yeah.

I'mma go back to writing.

Spring was in full bloom and Esther and Ruben were inseparable, even more so now that they were a couple. They made sure to spend every free minute together and relished each other's company, which had become increasingly more intimate after their first kiss.

"Let's get married", Ruben suggested out of the blue as they lay in the grass outside his house. Esther sat up and had to look him in the eye to know if he was joking or not.

“Married?” she said. “But we are so young...”

"I know. But for me that doesn't matter,” he said. “I know it's you I want to be with. Nothing can change that.”

Esther was speechless. She knew her parents would oppose the mere thought of an engagement between them, but that only made her even more certain that this was right. She loved him unconditionally, and he her. So why would they wait?

"Let's do it," she said, filled with confidence, and kissed him.

March Calendar Nonsense

🌊 Friday, March 1st: Lá Céadamh

Paying of the Spring Rents to the Genii Locorum, and drawing of the waters for the Spring Rites

📸 Tuesday, March 5th: Native Plant Trust Class

Nature Photography

🌿 Sunday, March 10th: Green ᴺᵉʷMoon

Liturgical New Year

Celebrates the Awakening of the Earth and the first emergence of life at Spring — especially the reawakening of The Great Queen.

💍 Wednesday, March 13th: Wedding Anniversary

9 years married!

🦋 Thursday, March 14th: Lepitera

Celebrates Butterflies and Moths as both the representatives and heralds of spring (especially those species which are endangered or at risk).

🍑 Wednesday, March 20th (through) Thursday, March 21st: Pevitnia

Celebrates the blooming of Peach Blossoms, and the beginning of the Orchard season. Also contains secondary emphasis on the Hearth and Home.

🥮 Thursday, March 21st: Tekufat Nisan

Vernal Equinox; also known as Ostara in the Wiccan Calendar, and Tekufat Nisan in the Jewish one.

🔯 Thursday, March 21st: Fast of Esther

Customary Pre-Purim Fast

🔯 Saturday, March 23rd (through) Monday, March 25: Purim

Unfamiliar with which is which, so including all 3 on the calendar; will correct once properly educated.

🌿 Monday, March 25th: Green ᶠᵘˡˡMoon

Annual Esbat and Moon Message Divination

⚰️ Hagging Out

TBD by @graveyarddirt / @msgraveyarddirt if occurring

This account is run by a Dual Faith «(Converting) Masorti Jew + Traditional NeoWiccan» & «Ancestral Folk Magic Practitioner» with 20+ years of experience as a practicing Pagan and Witch. If that bothers you, don't interact.

Tagged by @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @trench-rot @direwombat @beautiful-delirium @voidika @madparadoxum @socially-awkward-skeleton @poisonedtruth @strangefable @strafethesesinners @nightwingshero

Esther Seed

an open door, a burning hearth

Your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. Others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. You are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. You have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. Be careful to not burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.

John Seed

a tangled ball of red strings

Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

Esther Seed

The Lighthouse

A light cutting through the dark, a hope in desperate times. Are you the lighthouse or the ship in the fog? Are you the seeker or the lost? She is waiting, a steadfast watcher at the shore of oblivion. Her light will never go out, never flickering, never wavering. Howling winds are clawing at her hair, obscuring her face. Still, she continues her vigil for her work is never done, she is free but has shackled herself with love for she refuses to leave anyone behind. (If you concentrate, you will see that she has no face, just a blank space in which she carries infinity and everyone who has ever loved you.)

John Seed

The Buried

An unmarked grave among the trees and a soft spot to rest your head. The earth welcomes you home. Wilting flowers, petals falling to the ground. The smell of petrichor in the air, a new beginning after something ended. A small home hidden away from the world, windows opened wide to let the air and light in. This old hut has awoken from its long slumber, softly creaking, welcoming those that seek a place to rest their weary hearts. Let the old wood fold around you in a soft embrace, coaxing hope to unfurl its buds and bloom into the strongest vines keeping you from falling apart again. (Your grave lies unmarked, nature slowly wrapping you in her embrace.)

closed starter for: @estherwestfall

these days life felt heavy, but whenever esther was around, things were far better. making a boldmove and confessing their feelings had lifted a weight off of ondine's shoulders, but only because those feelings were reciprocated. they had taken a leap of faith, but with esther pleasantly surprising them, they were starting to settle in to their 'new normal'.

plopping a snowsuit-bundled joei down into the snow, deen let out a soft chuckle, glancing around until they spotted esther near them. suddenly a blush bloomed on their cheeks, one that always appeared whenever esther was around. call it puppy love. "i had to wrestle her into this thing, and now she can't move at all. i would like you to know that only part of me feels bad for it."

Eidetism

Chevalier; Chevalier x OC (OC Chart: Esther) Smut Word Count: ~1.5k

Double smut for the price of one? I really love how this turned out in the end. A lot of thought went into this. :)

In short: the advantages (or troubles) that come with eidetic memory.

Contents: masturbation; marking, vaginal intercourse, mirror sex

Esther reaches for him despite the trembling of her hands. Her fingertips glide across his skin, trace his jaw, neck, to then map the outlines of his torso with the diligence of a true cartographer. It is as if she wanted to etch the image of him into a part of herself, to stash away this iteration of him in the safety of her mind. Brazen when in this state, she props herself on her elbow, to too mark him as hers… Her teeth graze his shoulder as her hand stops at his pants. She unbuckles his belt before reaching inside. And he lets her.

Those dreams, those pesky dreams that simply would not leave his head.

Chevalier turns onto his back, an upset sigh rippling the otherwise stationary air of the quarters granted to him. He stretches out his legs, the tension in his muscles feeling oddly comforting, much unlike the too empty bed and the too warm, or perhaps too cold, sheets. He breaths in deeply, quietly sulking over the absence of a certain familiar scent. His eyes shut by themselves.

Not a dream, but a memory; a fraction of a second stolen from a better day, the image of her lovingly spent smile, of her dishevelled hair and fiercely coloured roses blooming underneath her skin. Time does not follow the principles of physics in this realm, not when he is both the master and the slave, the yearning that claws at him stirring the most incomprehensible of desires in his loins.

Chevalier grunts, the very thought of revisiting the happenings of many nights prior a cacophony reverberating through his body. He frees himself from the duvet, the cooling effect of the night air hardly soothing his agitation, never mind easing the partially engorged need in his pants. He clicks his tongue… and gives in to the temptation. Chevalier thinks and lets his thoughts lead, his eyes closing for his mind to take him where he’d rather be.

Her body is properly flushed, from her face down to her shoulders and chest, a faint dusting of freckles adorning her lovely skin. Chevalier lowers his head to her collarbone. He plans to sample her, to caress her until her presence of mind deteriorates and it is only him that still lingers in her thoughts. Intentions are feeble things, however; her fingers find purchase in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp just lightly enough for it not to hurt. She urges him to look at her, at her unfocused eyes half-hidden behind her lids, at lips that are much too soft not to be kissed. He needs to devour her before she devours him, not even fully aware of the threat she poses.

“Chevalier…” Esther whispers, his name an urgent plea. He presses her body into the sheets, but she is the one who allows it. Always allows it.

The nightly chill has faded. It is not in his nature to daydream yet he refuses to surface from the memory, the shallows surrounding the reality appearing rather treacherous. Almost mechanically, Chevalier pushes his pants down to release his hardened shaft. He grips it.

He can taste her on his lips, feel her body struggle against his as she writhes below him. Scent of lilac wafts from her hair, fresh and delicate, with a hint of floral sweetness. It electrifies his nerves. It is hardly like him to be this swayed, but he does give in and claims her breath, his tongue seeking hers with the urgent ferocity of a man possessed. He is precise; he shall not lose the sight of his objective, regardless of the circumstances at hand.

His throat feels mildly dry. Nevertheless, he does not stop the movements of his hand – up and down, Chevalier gradually increases his pace until he reaches a satisfying rhythm. The reality is of little importance right now.

His teeth rake down her neck. Esther shudders, her warmth turning scalding as crimson marks scatter over her skin. He sucks hard at her collarbone, hand brushing against the side of her breast; he cups it to then tease her nipple. Chevalier takes the other one in his mouth, but it is brief, his attention already moving towards her midriff. She’s gained some body back, and he cannot – or much rather, is unwilling to – wither the desire to cover it in his loving bites. Her impatience is palpable, however. Esther grips his shoulders.

Chevalier lets his head fall back against the pillow, a semi-transparent drop spilling from the tip of his shaft. It moistens his length, but he thinks nothing of it. Chevalier slows down a little, unconsciously drawing the moment out. There still is more of the memory for him to see. There… is no rush.

He looks up at her when she cups his cheeks. Esther doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t suppose she is exactly able to; regardless, it would be superfluous. His lips soothe the mark just below her navel while he considers her request. He’s feeling generous enough to at least let her try, so he pushes himself up and stares down at her, awaiting a reply.

Esther reaches for him despite the trembling of her hands. Her fingertips glide across his skin, trace his jaw, neck, to then map the outlines of his torso with the diligence of a true cartographer. It is as if she wanted to etch the image of him into a part of herself, to stash away this iteration of him in the safety of her mind. Brazen when in this state, she props herself on her elbow, to too mark him as hers… Her teeth graze his shoulder as her hand stops at his pants. She unbuckles his belt before reaching inside.

And he lets her.

And he would let her again.

It is obvious she is initially lost. Esther knows neither how to hold him, nor how much strength to apply. However, she looks at his stoic face with those mellow dark eyes that can see him far too clearly – and whatever it is that she can read, she learns from it, until she needs no further instructions…

… and, were his hands not so rough, perhaps he could pretend that it was indeed her who pleasured him…

… and she discards her sight. Her lips seek his, over and over again, until he has no choice, but to push her back down, to her imminent discontent. Whatever he’s conquered, she now demands twofold for herself; lust whets her avarice, he – the sole object of her hunger. Chevalier positions himself between her legs and she hooks them behind his back, attempting to pull him closer, but… it occurs to him just how stiff her hips are. He clicks his tongue.

Liar.

Liar, although an honest one.

He pulls back from her. Esther cannot seem to comprehend why. She attempts to protest against his decision, attempts to chase after him and anchor him to herself, but the clumsiness of her movements only solidifies his judgement. It takes perhaps seconds; he reaches for a pillow, throws it towards the middle of the bed, and flips Esther onto it, to lay her on her stomach. Chevalier kneels over her legs.

“Cheva –” she’s meant to inquire, his name melting into a moan as he thrusts into her. Esther writhes below him, but does nothing to escape his relentless attention, even her arms refusing to support her weight. Utterly helpless, she grasps at the sheets and her knuckles turn white, whiter still the deeper their bodies join. Her back aches to arch.

Chevalier’s lips grow pale from how hard he purses them. His face is strung, thin layer of sweat covering his brow. He cannot stop now. No matter what, he cannot stop; not when his body demands he ceases to breathe for the sake of its own momentary bliss, not when he himself is too weak to refuse the relief. He strokes himself faster, faster, firmer —

— but he does know what he is searching for, he —

His fingers tangle in her hair, tame it to then leave it resting over her shoulder and expose the nape of her neck. Chevalier leans forward, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Esther groans when he bites her ear and —

She sees him in the mirror, exactly as he has been seeing them. He holds her gaze, smug against her surprise, any initial embarrassment she has felt giving way to lust. Esther dares not look away. Not even when her core begins to spasm.

His body jerks as lightning runs across his spine. Chevalier grunts, his hips jolting to aid his hand, his movements becoming all the more erratic. He is there, almost there, almost… He lets the image of her searing gaze burn the last of his reason away. His seed spills over his stomach.

In a few breaths, he will be able to think again. That, however, is of little importance.

***

Enough time has passed for the air of his bedroom to begin settling down. Nevertheless, they still stay as they were, hand in hand and fingers entwined. His weight holds her down, but Esther doesn’t seem to mind; in fact, it is almost as if she preferred this state of affairs. A crease forms between her brows when Chevalier pulls away from her, even if just to feather kisses over her shoulder.

“Give me a moment. It’ll spill out,” she mumbles out, his lips pressing against the side of her neck, cheek, temple.

“Am I not crushing you?”

“I like it.”

Perhaps he can stay a little longer then. Mildly unsure of what exactly he should do, he just allows himself to rest against her body. Esther hums in contentment. She squeezes his hand.

“The towel…?”

“On the bedside table.”

Esther nods in reply. “And…”

“Yes.” That is what the mirror is for. The reason for anything else she can figure out on her own.

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The Basilica of Sant'Alessandro, Bergamo.

One of the countless churches I visited in the couple of days I spent in Italy 🇮🇹

The interior of the basilica of Sant'Alessandro alla Colonna has a Latin cross plan, with a single nave that opens onto the side chapels, four on each side and with a shallow transept that reaches the width of the chapels, dominated by the large dome .

On the altars there are paintings of important artistic interest, including:

Sacred Heart of Trento Longaretti from 1959, third altar on the left;

Martyrdom of Saint Alexander by Aeneas Salmeggia oil on canvas, placed in the presbytery behind the high altar of 1623;

Esther and Abigail by Antonio Balestra from 1738 in the Patrocinio chapel.

Three large canvases painted in the same year by the three most active artists in Bergamo in the early 17th century:

Miracle of the flowers born from the blood of Saint Alexander, by Gian Paolo Cavagna in 1621;

Laying of the first stone of the temple, oil on canvas from 1621 by Enea Salmeggia, fourth altar on the left;

Santa Grata presents to her father the flowers blooming from the martyr's blood, work by Francesco Zucco from 1621,

Assumption of the Virgin as an altarpiece in the left transept by Romanino carried out in 1540-1545 commissioned by the council of the consortium of Sant'Alessandro.

Glory of Saints Peter, Paul and Christopher by Gian Paolo Cavagna from 1607 and located in the right transept, presents the important depiction of seventeenth-century Bergamo.

Saint Joseph with Child between Saints Catherine of Alexandria and Francis de Sales by Ponziano Loverini, second altar on the left;

The wooden choir composed of 28 stalls divided by zoomorphic figures and like lion heads or bird bodies, arranged in a semicircle along the apse was created by Prata Alessio as well as other wooden works: the choir, the organ case and the pulpits which However, they were removed and replaced in 1780 by the works of Antonio Francesco Caniana.

"-damn Eri, I just happen to have an important voting today. Can't really miss it."

"You haven't had a day off in ages!"

"All for good reason, love. You'll see!"

Hmph. She's keeping something from me. I'm sure of it! Ever since that promiscuous assistant of hers quit Esther's been elusive-

*coughs* -dear eternity. This stuff can't be healthy to breathe for a plantsim.

"Oh, don't you dare to complain. I'm suffering from it too! The poison wouldn't be needed if you hadn't invited these pests to feast on your bloom-"

pls pls pls do au explanation,, I am so fond of ur characters

Nonnie, I’m honored. But buckle up because jesus christ there are so many of these fucking things Cherry (@trantors) and I keep coming up with almost every week. Some end up getting fleshed out more than others, and we keep jumping back and forth between them (though we seem to both be VERY into the Terror Fang au lately lmao) 

The first and the probably most fleshed-out (in my mind) au is the Baffin Bay Museum and Aquarium AU (aka a Modern AU- think like the vibes of like the life is strange series but without the supernatural phenomena). In our little fictionalized costal nova scotia town of Baffin Bay, Francis Crozier is the newly promoted director of the museum, who oversees all departments after the recent and sudden retirement of former director John Franklin, but with the museum being underfunded, understaffed, and with low visitation, the stress of the job begins to get to him, on top of pressure from the local inuit community for historical/ecological outreach that they weren’t given under prior leadership, and a particularly nasty break up with Sofia Cracroft (who happens to be on the board of directors, who effectively pulled out upon Franklin’s retirement, leaving Francis with the burdens of keeping the museum running- but facing closure due to this sudden change). Despite his stressors and increasing alcohol consumption, a romance blooms between him and a member of the aquarium staff; Genevieve Sinclair (aka: OUR GIRL LADY TERROR), who cares for the seals in the aquarium. Much of this au is taking a lot of the themes from The Terror and throwing them into a more modern setting, and similarly finding ways to overcome them (and also for the Francis/Lady Terror side of things, discussing problems of modernity and addiction recovery and the way that effects perspectives and relationships- because I have studied the subject intimately and it’s one of those things about Crozier that made me fall in love with him and respect him like a whole bunch and I just think transferring that to a modern setting is a potent subject for lady terror to be involved in). Features include: Historical Ship Tours, museum politics, wildlife conservation and rehabilitation (both of animals and people), Frazzled grad student Jopson who is just trying to get his degree, nepo baby fitzjames, Blanky (running the historical ship attraction), his wife Esther (who owns the local favorite Cairn Diner, which all the staff frequent) and their two nightmarish twins. College besties Silna, Gen, and Amelia (who they take on as a promotional photographer and social media manager). College Buddies Francis, Blanky and James Ross (who all have matching tattos). Francis falling in love in rehab, Trauma from The Troubles, Francis in leather and jean jackets with patches about eating pussy that he wears while riding his motorcycle (literally this is what this au started from), neptune love, and just a whole lot more (literally there’s so much to this au Cherry I hope I got it right feel free to elaborate). 

An offshoot of this au (constructed just last week) is the science research/selkie AU, in which fitzjames and a team of scientists (including lady terror) travel up north to do research on seal behavior only to make a shocking discovery: a man living solitarily up there with a mysterious seal fur coat that he keeps on his person for survival. Little does he know that there is another like him on this same expedition, and a kinship that is formed between them. (this one definitely hasn’t been as fleshed out as others but Cherry and I are working on it. All I know at this point is cute selkie courtship swimming and fucking on their coats out on the ice in the moonlight and thats it. Because thats the kind of horny bitch that I am). 

Next up is the newly dubbed Terror Fang AU (aka: Vampires+. Think The Little Vampire meets Interview meets Dracula meets a whole bunch of other more niche mythical creatures that don’t often get a nod in a multiple mythical creatures universe- let alone with vampires). The story primarily centers around Amelia Dale (Cherry’s OC), a human painter, who travels to an island off the coast of England looking for employment, and when lost in a storm stumbles upon a castle belonging to Francis and Lady Terror (vampires both), who absolutely insist not only that she stay the night and wait out the storm, but to commission her to paint a new portrait for them in exchange for free housing and an extremely generous patronage. Amelia agrees, of course, but learns very quickly that not all in this grand house is as it seems, and that this vampiric lovers’ nest she’s fallen into is not as monstrous as she’s been led to believe (and, in fact, her presence brings out the best of her host’s humanity, unfortunately to great consequence). Features include: thousand year old once-celtic warrior Francis, Lady Terror with Witch Trial Trauma, intricate vampire wedding rituals, Brownie Butler Jopson, Fawn Blanky (the Groundskeeper), Kelpie Little, werebear woodsman Collins, intrepid experimental mythological creature doctor Goodsir, Selkie Silna, a fucking elitist Vampire Council to which Franklin, JFJ, Sofia and Ross belong, and van-helsing type (but low-key vampire wannabe) Hickey. (this one is easily becoming a favorite and in fact I am attempting to build their castle in The Sims. it’s nuts. I love them.)

Then there’s the western AU, taking place in a smart little upstart of a town called Terror Creek (think like Deadwood meets red dead redemption meets ravenous). Francis is the local sheriff, along with deputees Little, Hodgeson, Jopson, and Fitzjames of course, and Lady Terror is an entrepreneur who was sent by her father to oversee the construction of the railroad through the town (which she by proxy of her father owns). As a shy love blooms between them, dark deeds begin to occur in the surrounding woods, which they will be forced to contend with and investigate in order to successfully establish this township. Features include: Francis respecting whores but also being too lovesick to actually sleep with them, Tailor Amelia (who unfortunately has had to mend Lady Terror’s shifts multiple times and it’s all Francis’ fault). Cute cowboy antics. 

The final AU is one that technically began most of my endeavors with Lady Terror, but which the story has outgrown. Based on 1899 mostly (because I had watched that not too long before the Terror got me in a chokehold), but also with some very Ridley Scott elements, it follows the story of The Terror, but in space with a matrix-y bent in which the crew is trapped in a simulation, destined to repeat until a certain solution is reached (in which, all historical trappings remain). And in this one, the twist was that upon waking from the time loop via his survival, Francis discovers that Lady Terror is his ship’s AI who helped him lock everyone into stasis to spare them from an alien creature that has infiltrated the ship (and actually, this is where the Lady Terror nickname came from- as she is a literal representation of the ship itself, but has since taken on a whole new meaning). Features include: Building a fully functional body using the ship’s 3d printer so they can continue to be lovers when they’re not in the simulation, time loop shenanigans, falling in love every time, spacer general JFJ, and much more.

And I think that about covers the major ones. We HAVE dipped our toes into a pacific rim kinda AU as well but I've been warned on pain of death not to get too deep bc we have too many already. will actual fic for these see the light of day? who knows. but they are very fun. much to think about.