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superhero--imagines · 1 year

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Bat Boys on Valentines Day

Dick Grayson

* Made reservations a month ago

* Cross-checked the regular menu and seasonal menu to make sure there were things you’d like and conformed to your dietary preferences

* Surprises you with flowers and a big ticket high-fashion item like a Luis Vuitton bag or a pair of shoes

* When he hands it over the shocked look on your face makes him smile.

* You shower him with kisses in a second.

* “I” *kiss* “love” *kiss* “you” *kiss* “so” *kiss* “much!”

* He laughs at the ticklish feeling and kisses you back when it’s over.

* “No, I love you so much.”

Jason Todd

* He hates crowds and decides to make you a nice pleasant meal at home.

* He decided the menu over a month ago, a full four course meal with curated cocktails, wine and ambiance.

* He ‘borrows’ some fine dining dishes from the manor and sets the table up with candles and a bouquet of flowers.

* “Do you like it?” He asks, nervous and afraid—he cooks for himself all the time but cooking for you makes him afraid beyond belief

* What if you don’t like it? What if you have a secret allergy? What if you never want to talk to him again because he didn’t take you out like a traditional date?

* “I love it! The risotto is so good and, are these truffles?”

* Afterwards he gives you some books he knows you want or that you would like and pressed flower bookmarks that he made himself.

* “Jason Todd, you are my entire heart.”

Tim Drake

* He forgets.

* “I thought Valentine’s Day was always on Thursday!” He shrieks, flipping through the phone book for any restaurant that’ll take you.

* “That’s Thanksgiving Tim.”

* But it’s okay—

* “Shit, you think dominos will still deliver today?” You shout from the other side of the room.

* —because you forgot too.

* You have pizza in bed while watching movies and cuddling.

* “This isn’t the worst right?” He asks.

* “Any day with quality time with you is a good day.” You mumble after a yawn, cuddling into his chest as he flushed bright pink.

Duke Thomas

* Classic Dinner and a Movie

* You guys haven’t been dating for long so he doesn’t want to scare you off with anything intense.

* You end up goofing around too long at the arcade connected to the movie theatre and missing your reservation slot.

* You end up getting soft pretzels and sitting by the lake.

* “Honestly, I think this is way better than eating at a French restaurant.”

* He laughs, “any time with you is a good one.”

Damian Waybe

* It’s a three person date — You, Damian, and Titus.

* You go for a walk around the lake, playing with Titus and jokingly splashing each other, and then a picnic on the grassy bluff above.

* “It’s pretty quiet today, huh?”

* “Everyone’s probably at the new french restaurant downtown.” He holds out a dipped strawberry for you which you bite into.

* “The one you can pronounce?”

* You laugh at his frown, pressing a kiss to his cheek, only to laugh again when Titus nudges you with his nose and places his head in your lap with a wagging tag.

* “Of course I didn’t forget you, kisses for Titus too!”

Bonus:

Bruce Wayne

* Wines and dines and sixty-nines you

* He’s probably got a standing reservation at the best restaurant in the city on account of the fact that he’s richer than god

* Gets a private room or balcony that overlooks the city so you have privacy but also the glitz and glam of a night out

* Already called ahead of time and got the chef to make your favorite dinner—just for you

* As a gift he gives you six orgasms in a row a cute little diamond accessory with his initial in gold.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year

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This ordinary looking home in the UK is the most unique I’ve seen. In fact, it’s so different, the real estate let the owner write the description of it (It’s VERY long & detailed). He calls it “A pulchritudinous, grandiose detailed property which has been magnificently crafted over 5 years in natural materials, built over 3 floors with surprising modern eco credentials,” plus he gives detailed descriptions and 4 different options for setting it up. £800,000 ($958K).

This is the intriguing photo he begins with. So, there’s a balcony, more than likely in the entrance (some of the pics are confusing).

The next set is the bathroom - 8 pics, showing every color the tub turns (red, blue & purple).

A glass balcony.

The main bd. is large and has a patterned floor.

Then, we go down to a dining area with a large glass wall and wood ceiling.

Sleek black & gold powder room.

There’s also the choice of a white powder room.

Plus a closet w/room for accessories and an ironing board.

Smaller bd. with recessed wardrobes and an en suite.

Unusual green cabinetry has storage compartments.

Small table for 2 by the terrace.

Some more fancy flooring.

Is that a floating piece of glass?

Fireplace with a wood stove and a mezzanine’

The living room at night. It looks like there’s also a bar with sinks.

The hall stairs to upper floors.

This appears to be the uppermost floor.

View from the window.

What do you think of the green glass?

Another bd. is up here, so it’s like a suite.

Plus an office- looks like a glass clock in the window.

https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/129160883#/?channel=RES_BUY

#unique home UK #houses #unique architecture #modern architecture #long post

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gunraekae · 5 months

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love transcending time - aka ikevamp unnecessarily narrated

>ikemen vampire

>everyone x reader

>a/n: dont mind me just leaving my cave to post this

trust i have a headcanon style post in the works and uploaded sometime in the next week or so, i'm just a bit overwhelmed with term papers and stuff sorryyy

enjoy and have a wonderful day dear

Chapter II: The Banquet

At the foot of the staircase was the mysterious gentleman I encountered at the Louvre. He gave a pointed glance to the men. At the sight of him, a wave of relief surged through me and I ran down the staircase towards him.

“It’s you!” I hurried down and stopped short in front of him. Suddenly remembering my composure, I clarified the situation, “Pardon, but do you remember me? We met in front of the ‘Coronation of Napoleon’ and you helped me.”

I was met with a warm smile, “Of course I remember you.” Alright, I can ask him about an exit—any exit—and I can get a ride back to my aunt.

Before I could ask him for directions, my saviour “Leon,” stepped in between us. “She says she came here through your door. Did you bring her?” His tone, and the way he hid me from the prying eyes of everyone, all of it feels as if he was… protecting me.

“I did not. I can give you my oath if you wish,” the gentleman mused, “her arrival is just as surprising to me.”

“Then how did she get here?” Although the men didn’t seem hostile, what they were talking about still made me uneasy. What did they mean by “his” door? And why did they talk about “my arrival” as if it was an impossible feat? Where even am I? I don’t understand at all. Something is very wrong here. I just need to get out. At the new wave of apprehension, I remember my aunt. She must be so worried. How long has it even been? I rummaged around my pocket for my phone. 2:50 pm. No signal. What is going on?

I found the last ounce of courage I had and interjected, “You’ve been very kind, but I really can’t stay. I was supposed to meet up with someone. We’re still in the 1st arrondissement, yes? Where the Louvre is? That door there, does it lead outside?” I asked my questions rapidly before anyone could interrupt me.

His expression turned difficult, “Hmm… I’m afraid the answers you seek will only confuse you more.” My pleading gaze met the gentleman’s golden eyes. “This isn’t the place for a long discussion, however. Would you join me for dinner, chère?” I asked a yes or no question. Any rationality left in my mind crumbled, and it seemed to show on my face, as the gentleman hurriedly added, “Tonight’s banquet is a rare occasion for us. But afterward, I will answer all your questions. S’il vous plait.” With a sigh, I resigned myself to his wishes. After all, if there was any person who knew my predicament, it was him.

Having owned a travel blog, I’d been to many hotels, from the hidden gems to the 5-star establishments, I’d seen it all. The gentleman’s dining room was unlike anything I’d ever seen. A stretching room with a long, clothed table with fourteen high-backed wooden chairs framing it. The mahogany walls had intricate wooden carvings around the high ceiling, and a warm atmosphere coated the room with the chandeliers and the candelabras. Four men were already seated.

The beautiful pianist with the sharp tongue sat at the far end, secluded from the others. He was true to his statement from before—he truly looked displeased in being here.

Around the centre of the table sat two men beside each other.

“Must’ve been something pretty important to keep us waiting here. One second longer and I would’ve left.” The first man’s voice was familiar, being the Englishman’s companion in the hallway I entered. His husky voice, with the Dutch accent, matched his appearance—domineering and brusque. He had slicked-back, brown hair and steely blue eyes with a cold expression. He donned a long grey coat, fastened with gold accessories on top of a dark blue sweater, layered over a neat white button-up; basically, what a sensible businessman would wear if he was born a century ago. His tall stature and strong build were noticeable, with him being the largest of the men so far.

“Now, now. Getting angry about dinner is not going to make the food come out any faster.” The second man seemed the exact opposite, being much easier on the eyes. He had fluffy blonde hair, and even though the two had the same blue eyes, this man was so warm, you almost couldn’t tell. His dimpled smile was almost angelic. He wore a shorter dark brown coat with a yellow sweater on top of a white shirt, but the most attention-grabbing piece was his long yellow scarf loosely wrapped around him. He was somewhat smaller than his presumed brother.

“I have to be angry for two, mijn broer,” the gruff one said. The two Dutch brothers seemed close despite being polar opposites.

The kind brother’s eyes landed on me, and he gave a welcoming smile, “Who’s that? Do we have a guest? It’s nice to meet you!”

My uneasiness was somewhat alleviated by his warm character. He looked like the paintings of the angels I’d seen in the musée. A few words from him make me feel like everything’s better. We need more people like him.

The fourth man was sat a little ways away from everyone, head down and eyes studying the piece of tablecloth he was fiddling with. He looked slightly younger than the others, his innocent cherry eyes matched his auburn hair. He wore a sensible white button-up with a grey vest that had a red lapel. A golden button of an apple was stitched to the collar, giving his otherwise professional outfit an almost adorable finish.

His gaze darted around the room, briefly meeting mine then quickly returning to the tablecloth, “Whoever you are, have you considered sitting down? There’s a queue behind you waiting to get in, you know.” His voice was light and airy with a crisp English accent.

The Englishman’s chipper voice greeted the shy boy, “Newt, old boy, you do care!”

He bristled, “Can you desist calling me that wretched—!” “Newt” placed his hands on the table, as though intending to stand up.

A disciplinary clap sounded behind me. “That will be enough of that, you two. I require good manners at my table.” The gentleman gave everyone a warning look masked by his cordial smile. “Let’s be seated. There’s a few empty chairs, but we’ll have to start the toast without them.” The butler had already snuck into the kitchen, presumably preparing the dinner. The Englishman sat beside the gruff Dutch brother while “Leon” sat beside the shy boy. He gave me a warm glance as if reassuring me that I was safe here. I couldn’t muster up a smile, so instead I gave him a timid nod. Meanwhile, the gentleman gently placed a hand on my back and guided me to a seat beside his, which was at the head of the table.

The various personalities together seemed as if they wouldn’t mesh well together, but surprisingly, with everyone seated down, it felt like they were all a family.

“A vôtre santé!” The gentleman raised a glass filled with golden champagne in a toast. A chorus of toasts responded to him by the men. While most of the men kept drinking, the pianist took one sip before quickly placing down his glass. Not quite trusting the gentleman from his elusiveness, but wanting to be courteous, I pretended to take a sip instead. I was too wary. Too much didn’t make sense. It should be almost 3 in the afternoon, and yet I was having dinner in a strange mansion. I should have been at the Louvre with my aunt, and now I’m dining with seven strange men. Interrupting my thoughts, the butler brought out the first course. To say the food looked like a culinary masterpiece was doing it injustice. It was a classic French spread, the sort that I had at the hotels but somehow even better. Still, I remained wary and didn’t make a move. Instead, I turned my attention to my companions. Who are all these men? They seemed normal, if not odd, but their appearances were so unusual. And they were all from different countries, so was this an international meeting of some kind? They don’t seem to be friends, but it felt like there was an ambiguous intimacy between them all. The gentleman, noticing my uneasiness, inclined his glass my way.

“Let us toast to tonight’s most glorious and miraculous encounter. Santé.” His alluring gaze was comforting, if not off-putting in its warmth. “...à la vôtre.” With such a direct toast, it was impolite not to respond in turn. I timidly raised my glass to his. He finished the rest of his champagne, locking his gaze with mine. Feeling guilty and slightly charmed, I took a small sip of mine. Unfortunately, it tasted wonderful.

I turned back towards the food laid out in front of me. My stomach quietly grumbled; embarrassed, I looked around hoping no one noticed. Wishing to justify my hunger, I rationalized that it would be insulting if I didn’t eat. I tried the terrine. Pheasant with fresh basil. And it tasted as exquisite as it looked. The bisque was delicious too. You can taste the crab. It’s thickened just right! I closed my eyes. Whoever made this food should be as famous as Gordon Ramsay. My increasing satisfaction with the food was noticed by the gentleman, and awkwardly, I chirped, “My compliments to the chef.” The butler from earlier, who dutifully stood by the kitchen’s entry seemed to relax from his stiff composure.

He chuckled, “he’ll be pleased to hear that.” Whether it was the champagne or his ardent smile, my nerves considerably eased. Maybe he’s just a harmless nobleman and I’m overthinking everything. Really, if you looked at this scene objectively, I was having a perfectly pleasant evening. Wasn’t this the sort of romantic adventure I was looking for in coming to Paris?

At the gentleman’s words, the men’s amicable chatter was silenced. “You’ve outdone yourself again Sebastian.” His disarming charisma powered over the room. He looked over the men and said, “I believe we should take this opportunity to introduce ourselves to our guest. I will start us off. Everyone has taken to calling me Comte de Saint-Germain.” Comte? A whole count? Maybe that explains this old-word aura he has. “And once again, it’s a pleasure to meet you, chèrie.”

“Oh no, the pleasure’s all mine, Comte,” I mumbled, slightly flustered at his manners and my lack of it. I could feel the manor’s members’ eyes on me, and my face warmed at the attention. God, I’m making such a fool of myself. Le Comte de Saint-Germain next turned to his servant.

“This hard-working butler and the chef of tonight’s excellent banquet is Sebastian,” he fondly introduced. The stern butler from earlier formally bowed.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said. He spoke English with a faint Japanese accent. The butler Sebastian—how conveniently named.

The Comte turned back towards me, “It occurs to me we haven’t heard your name yet. I’d be pleased to know it.”

There can’t be any harm in telling them that. “I’m… MC,” I clumsily introduced myself. I avoided the eyes of everyone in the room, incredibly self-conscious and still apprehensive.

“That’s such a pretty name,” the kind Dutch brother piped up. His angelic face, which was sat across from me, was the first to reply, “I wasn’t expecting someone like you to turn up here. I hope we can be friends.” I finally raised my head and met his eyes to be polite, and his expression looked relieved at that. “I’m Vincent van Gogh, I’m a painter. It’s really nice to meet you.” I almost choked on my spit. A painter… named Vincent van Gogh. Is this some kind of themed event? Hoping not to seem offensive at my clumsy actions, I mustered a smile back. He seemed too kind to deserve my stupidity. “And this is my little brother. Go on, Theo, introduce yourself.”

“Vincent” gently nudged his brother, the gruff Dutch businessman.

“Theodorus van Gogh. I’m an art dealer. Don’t confuse me with my brother.”

“I’ll, uh, try my best.” They couldn’t be more opposite. I’m not confusing you two. “You’re not getting anything else from me. Introduction’s over.” To hammer in his point, he took a pocket watch from his coat and tapped it repeatedly, tap-tap-tap, to show that he had better things to do. How could Vincent be older? Theo had me pegged as the older brother with his seriousness. Realizing I was staring at the two of them in puzzlement, my gaze returned to the table.

Sitting to the right of Theodorus was the shy boy, “Newt,” who was difficult to make eye contact with, the both of us too nervous. If he could’ve curled up into a ball to be swallowed up by the ground, he would have. That being said, doesn’t he live here? I had more of a reason to be afraid of him than he was of me. “I’m Isaac. Isaac Newton. I study physics.”

“Nice to meet you… Isaac,” I choked out. A physicist named Isaac. They can’t possibly be serious. Despite the absurdity of this situation, I was still fearful of being deemed impolite. “Wait. Should that be ‘Sir Isaac—?’”

Suddenly, one of the dining room windows burst open. To my surprise, a man climbed in from the outside. I flinched from my seat and quickly glanced around to gauge everyone’s reactions. To my surprise, not a single person looked even remotely startled. The man, who had dark hair and strikingly yellow eyes chuckled sheepishly as he struggled through the window. He had such an easygoing smile that betrayed his serious eyes. He had an old Taisho-style kimono, with a dark purple haori, black hakama, and an unbuttoned white shirt. “Well, well, would you look at that? I’m a little late, aren’t I?” He’d just about fully entered the room when his sleeve got stuck, “...In we go.” He pulled at it comically, his actions humorously exaggerated and ineffective.

“God’s Truth, can’t you use a door?” Isaac sighed.

“And keep everyone waiting? No, no, the window’s a much faster entrance.” He smiled, nonchalant about his sleeve still caught by the window. He caught my bewildered eyes. I sat back down, but couldn’t wrench my eyes away from the bizarre scene. “Oh, hello there, young one. Why, I’m happy to see you here. How’s your dinner been?”

“It’s…good,” I sputtered out.

“Isn’t it? Well, it’s a Sebas-kun meal, so you really can’t expect anything less. You wouldn’t believe how fast his cooking gets gobbled up here.” He nonchalantly mused and sat on Isaac’s right, who then slithered away from him.

“Not to worry, you arrived just in time. We were just introducing ourselves to our new guest here.”

“In that case, I’m Osamu Dazai, just a poor writer struggling to make his way in the world.” His eyes closed with his carefree smile, which made him all the more handsome.

“Osamu Dazai. The writer. Okay.” I took a quick swig of my champagne. If I had to listen to the rest of these wild introductions I needed to be less sober. Should I have introduced myself as Marie Antoinette or something? I took a quick glance at the “van Gogh” brothers, who had started this odd chain of improv introductions. His smile seemed too innocent to be trying to fool me like this. Who the hell are these people? Is this some sort of prank? I glanced back at my now-empty glass. Was there something in my drink?

Skipping several empty chairs was the beautiful and cold pianist I’d met earlier. The Englishman called him “Wolfie,” but I bet that’s probably short for—

“Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Composer.” Called it. His character seemed the least to play along in whatever nonsense chain the others made up. Of course, the pianist would be called Mozart.

“...Hello, Mozart,” two words I never thought I’d utter in my life.

The cheeky Englishman from earlier, who was practically buzzing with excitement piped up, “I do believe I’m next! I’m Arthur Conan Doyle. Mystery writer.” I pursed my lips and looked down at the table, uncertain whether I should laugh or sigh. “And don’t call me Sir, just Arthur. As long as I get to call you MC.” I quickly glanced up at him, and his eyes twinkled with delight. He, I could see was capable of making up this joke. But then, did that mean everyone was lying to me? No, not lying. They have to be pseudonyms. I looked around once again at everyone.

Vincent.

Theodorus.

Isaac.

Dazai.

Mozart.

Arthur.

They have to be. Maybe they have to use fake names to keep their real identities a secret for some important reason.

“I believe that leaves you.” Le Comte’s silky voice interrupted my racing thoughts. Only my hero remained. My protector. He was the only one who was genuinely on my side. The one who wanted me to get out of here. He promised to answer my questions. I trusted him, albeit instantly. But he couldn’t possibly lie to me too.

With his eyes that hid nothing, my saviour looked at me and said, “Napoleon. Napoleon Bonaparte… I’m a soldier.”

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simsphonysims · 2 years

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GOLD APARTMENT

Hi, my fellow simmers! ♡

Today I’m sharing with you the apartment in a rich gold tone. Since I'm constantly building I wanted to try a color scheme I've never used before so I played with different wood tones and warm colors mixed with some golden metals.

This is a 920 Medina studios apartment in San Myshuno (The Sims 4 City living). It has one bedroom, a kitchen, a dining room, an open closet, and a bathroom.

If you like my work please be so kind and support me on Ko-fi ♡

Note: If you want to change my original walls or wallpapers, for everything to stay in the place you need to install the Better BuildBuy mod from the Twisted Mexi and turn on deletion protection as an option in BBB's filter panel. Turn it on while necessary and turn it back off immediately after.

In order for this windows to stay the way they are you need to delete the original ones using T.O.O.L

Hope you like it! ♡

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BRAZEN LOTUS

Jaipur rugs

PIERISIM

MCM Pt.3 Pt.5 Coldbrew pt.1 pt.2 Oak House Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 + ADD ON Winter garden Pt.1

FELIXANDRE

Grove Pt.2 Pt.3 (Early access) Paris Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Florence: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 September 2018 - Louis XV Greece Egypt Colonial Pt.2 Berlin Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Gothic Revival: Interior September 2017 - Schwerin + Petit trianon Shop the look 1 La Galerie des Glaces - Versailles May 2018 - old Paris objects Kyoto Pt.3 April 2018 - Schwerin January 2018 Gatsby/Art Deco set London: Interior November 2017 - Petit Trianon

HARRIE

Heritage Pt.2 Spoons Pt.2 Brutalist Shop the look 1 Shop the look 2 Octave Pt.3 Country: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

HOUSE OF HARLIX

Livin' rum Baysic Orjanic Pt.1 Pt.2 The kichen Harluxe

THE CLUTTER CAT

Mermaid Mansion Pt.1 Pt.2 (patreons only) Mamma mia

RVSN

Anybody's dress bridal shop Clothes minded accessories

MAX 20

Dining room

STRANGE STORYTELLER

Sectional library

LINZLU

Travel trunk

AWINGEDLLAMA

Boho living stuff pack

TUDS

SHKR kitchen Wave living

CHARLY PANCAKES

Lavish Miscellanea Soak

LILI'S PALACE

Budapest Neoclassical set Intarsia

MYSHUNOSUN

Luna bedroom Moonwood garden

PEACEMAKER/SIMSATIONAL DESIGNS

Caine living Volta

S-IMAGINATION

Nota Living Room

♡ Tray file: GOLD APARTMENT

#simsphony #sims 4 cc apartment #sims 4 cc list #sims 4 cc build #gold apartment #sims 4 gold apartment #san myshuno #920 Medina studios

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iseethatimicy · 10 months

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Writing Azul Drabbles until I get his SSR Dorm Card - #1

Note: It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr woo, heres a drabble. Please dont let this flop also reblogs are appreciated Characters: Azul Ashengrotto Prompt: Leaving behind an accessory

A simple white ribbon. A white hair ribbon with a seashell pendant pinned on top of its knot, with its two loose ends adorned with pale purple ruffled lacing at the edges.

When Azul woke up in the morning, your white hair ribbon was what he saw beside him in place of where you slept, where you both embraced tight and never let go. It smelled like your perfume, smelling like beautiful white lilies freshly picked from the garden filled with other various types of pretty colored flowers, each shining under the morning sunlight in their own uniqueness.

He only chuckles to himself, picking up the hair ribbon into his fair, slender hands and hugging it close to his chest. He felt a sense of ease, as if feeling your warm loving embrace wrap around his body. Whenever he’s with you, it seems that all of his fears and worries wash away and are replaced with everlasting love and affection.

He slowly stood up from the bed, placing the silky white ribbon on his desk as he opened the lavender-colored doors of his wardrobe, taking out his usual School Attire that hung on a light-gray hanger and changed out of his sleepwear and into his school uniform. He was a bit down when you weren’t asleep by his side, but his mood brightens at the thought of you.

Meanwhile, You were waiting in the dining room, sitting in a silvery lavender-colored chair next to what was the “Housewarden Throne” as other students called it. It was hushed and silent in Octavinelle’s dining hall, with the only light coming from the elegant, navy-colored chandeliers and the morning light outside the tall and wide windows, showing off the outside of the dorm’s main building. On your neck was a necklace with a gold, nautilus-shaped pendant shining under the luminous lights. It was similar to the one that the Benevolent Sea Witch wore around her neck.

It was lonely in the room, waiting for your beloved to arrive. The portraits that hung on the pale violet colored walls only stare back as you scan around. So, with a swift turn you stood up from your seat and headed to the two dark lilac-colored doors, the arch adorned with shining silver shells. That is, you stop in your tracks once you hear a familiar pair of footsteps walk to the doors of the Dining Hall. In front of you was Azul, who only smiled kindly as he strolls inside, his silvery-white, wavy hair flowing as stood close to you.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait, my dearest. Now, shall we begin?”

As he made his way to the dining table, he stops in his tracks as if remembering something. With a swift twirl Azul turns to face you, his hand digging into his pocket until he found something. Your white hair ribbon. He hands the soft, silky hair ribbon to you, his lips curving into a loving and affectionate smile.

“You forgot this, darling.”

#Writing Azul Drabbles until I get his SSR Dorm card #icywrites #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #1 year tumblrversary to iseethatimicy baby #I have come out of writers block to drop this banger fic /hj

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lightvsdark18 · 2 years

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Obey Me! Headcanons #2

Lucifer was a helicopter mother. Because of what happened to his family, he did everything he could for them, especially for Satan who was mentally an infant at the time. Lucifer often spoiled and doted on him, becoming the little demon's favorite person when he was a child. However, in Satan's teen years he realized Lucifer was too much and smothered him non-stop, not really giving him any freedom. Satan confronted him about it and was basically told, "Mother knows best."

Adrianasunderworld, I agree with the statement. Lucifer will know what the Anti-Lucifer League is going to do when they discuss it through text.

Because the Mc was living in the Devildom for a year, their vision gained the ability to see better during the night. However, they had to wear sunglasses and keep their home dark from light sensitivity.

In the angel era, Lucifer's hair was to his shoulder blades and had a third eye on his forehead. Mammon had present Belphie length hair, Asmo had shoulder length hair, and Belphie had present Mammon length hair with both eyes being shown.

There's no doorbell and since it's a mansion magic was placed on the front doors for when someone knocks on it whoever is closest to it will hear the knock. (If someone knocks on the front door when the brothers are in the dining room, they all will hear it.)

It's a struggle to find clothes in the Devildom for humans and angels, but it's the same for the demons as well in the human world. To find your size in the Devildom is by minusing 4 to your normal size, therefore, adding 4 to the brothers' size will make their human world size which would be an extra large or two X, maybe even a three X.

Mammon, Levi and Asmo were raised by someone else when they were kids. In their teen years is when they met Lucifer and were taken under his wing. The twins and Lilith were adopted by him when they were kids.

Solomon is both intrigue and terrified of Raphael from the fact the angel likes the dubious food Solomon makes. He has taken it as challenge to make the food worse to get the reaction he wants from Raphael.

The Celestial Realm is three hours behind the Human World, meaning it was 10am in the Celestial Realm at the beginning of the game.

The demons can summon their horns and wings/tail without being in full demon form from we have seen in the Devil Day cards and the Summer Festival with Beel and Belphie.

To be honest, Lucifer has photos of all of his brothers in his desk drawer, not just the Mc. And probably has some in his wallet too.

Angel blood looks like liquid gold and Demon blood is black. Fallen Angels has black blood with a golden shine.

Because Asmo is big on skin care, he's the best person to go to for skin health. I had a heat rash on the side of my chest one time and if I went to Asmo he would check over it, tell me what is it and how to treat it. If you tell him to be serious and you're embarrassed/concerned about what you're showing him, he would be serious and comfort you if needed.

Mammon has a secret bag in his room full of things that are shiny and will fight anyone who dares to touch it.

Simeon has a family photo of him, the brothers and Lilith in his room in the Celestial Realm and has the picture facing down, not daring to look at it. He also a picture of him and Lilith, but his face is burn out.

The twins have a matching tattoo on the side of their chest (Beel's right and Belphie's left). It's a mint green star with a cursive "L" in the middle.

Barbatos's tail is split into two because it was sliced down the middle during a battle and healed as a twin tail.

Beel pretends to be naive and innocent, he knows what was going on. In "Rub That Lamp" event, Beel knew what Asmo meant and pretended to not understand because it was his way of saying, "what the hell is wrong with you?"

Belphie has a small box under his bed that contains pictures of things Lilith would have liked: jewelry, clothes, accessories, food, animals, etc.

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me lilith

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arttrampbelle · 7 months

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Ok so since tumblr couldn't let me add more than 10 photos i had to improvise.

So here it is.

Shang tsung self ship giant ass post!

Ok so this is me. Describing things as if im giving a tour or tutorial on a game. :3

Very self indulgent.

🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉

SHANG TSUNG'S ISLAND

The island: absolutely breathtaking views. Tropical paradise. Various old structures and architecture of many many various eras and dynasties of China. Sometimes you can feel the island like it's alive....how ominous. Shang tsung says the island is in a realm of its own. A pocket dimension,not quite affected the same way as the realms it connects to. It sorta of is timeless,much like the man who rules it...still wonder what he means by this.

But overall it has lovely shores and beaches. Lavish courtyards and gardens. It has an upper courtyard,and lower. The Lower courtyard is mostly for guests,kombatants when there is a tournament,servents and guards. The upper courtyard is for me and shang tsung. He doesn't let anyone wander around in it unless he invites you. Which he does rarely.

The interior: the interior is traditional but has modern facilities. (Look shang is old but come on man!)

Tho he does have a traditional kitchen and a modern. But the modern one is his personal one near his living quarters. The rest of the inner palace is still got an old school vibe.

The inner palace/private living quarters:The bed chambers is lavish. Large. Silks,velvets,gold,red. *sigh* . Beautiful.

Shang's private kitchen,bathroom,hot spring,etc is all connected.

Armor/clothing:has beautiful armor and a ceremonial sword in his bed chambers too.

Some armor is for kombat. Some is ceremonial. Either way it's always beautiful to look at.

I too have lovely outfits. Aren't they great?

My magic apprentice outfit. Sorceress in training if you will. (Not exactly how i had it,but it was closest to i could find)

Also our accessories too

Shang and i (lady tsung) have snake rings. A pendent that helps my magic training. Master tsung has a snake flask(with what alcohol or its contents, i dare not ask him) and a dragon pipe for Tobacco(or other substances im sure).

Throne room:Shang tsung's throne room is also breathtaking. A Large room,holden dragons,the tournament master private dining room, a small courtyard next to it. Isn't it lovely?

His chair and also the outside gates to the inner palace.

Well that's all i have to show you for now! I hope you enjoy your stay. You probably should get going before he gets back. Shang tsung,my beloved tends to get a bit peeved when i have guests up here.

❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤

I hope you enjoyed this fun post. Also if you want you can use some of the pics for aesthetic boards if you want! Just try to credit me or at least send me a link to your work. I would love to see your creations!

Nothing is set in stone. And things may change but i have fun world building fr. So i hope this helps you too get ideas!

Plz i really love discussion on this stuff :'3 i have little people to talk to bout decor and design. And all this that goes into story and art.

Sincerely- @mrstsung (lady tsung,arttrampbelle)

*note i dont do mk12 shang. I will do any other shang tsung. Thank you*

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #self ship #self shipping #💚heart and soul🐍#❤🐉the dragon's perch🐉❤#mk self ship #main mk self ship #villain/antagonist f/o #villain f/o #antagonist f/o #mortal kombat f/o #my aesthetic boards #self ship tour?#self ship tutorial mode?#explore shang's island

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stardust-swan · 1 year

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My Dream Home

aka where I'd live if I was rich and had time to maintain all of this

Outside

Powder blue, with murals painted on the side

There will be roses, violets, lavender, petunias, marigolds, peonies, mayflowers, and a cherry blossom tree in the front garden

And tomatoes, potatoes, strawberries, blueberries, onions, mint, courgettes, garlic, sage, thyme, basil, lettuce, peas, carrots, and cucumber in the back

Pretty birdbath

A wrought iron bench

Lanterns and string lights to light up the garden at night

A marble or bronze statue of Aphrodite

A calm fountain

Bonsai trees

Bedroom

Satin and silk bedsheets in ballet pink, lavender, baby blue, and duck egg green, and floral quilts and duvet covers

Beaded clothes hangers on the clothes rack

Fluffy fur rugs on the floor

An illuminated vanity with my favourite makeup, perfume, and Pandora charm bracelet on display

A nook for a shrine to Aphrodite

A clothesline of theatre programmes I've gone to on the wall

A large shelf for my collector barbies

A light up shoe rack big enough for my (vast) collection of shoes

Plushies on the bed

My closet and drawers will have sachets of potpourri and scented soaps in them so that my clothes will smell beautiful

A velvet headboard

Heavy drapes on the bed

Kitchen

Delicate floral ceramics in the kitchen

There will always be fresh-baked cookies and pastries for when guests drop in

A cupboard stocked full of herbal teas

Will always have a soup cooking on the stove and a pie cooling on the windowsill

The fridge will be stocked with vegetables and berries from my garden, fresh eggs, whole milk and good butter and cheese, cured meats, smoked salmon, macarons, homemade limoncello and cider, jam made from my own berries, and jugs of water with cucumber, lemon slices, and springs of homemade mint

Other foods will include: an array of spices and herbs, fresh bread, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, green and black olives, brown rice, veg that I canned and pickled myself, kimchi, almond milk, rice milk, mochi, marzipan, white chocolate with raspberries, dried fruits and nuts, honey, and fresh pastries

A six burner stove

Marble countertops

Elegant silverware

Living Room

Homemade throws on the chairs

A large bookshelf and more books on the windowsill

Will always smell delicious because of the candles I burn every evening

Will always be filled with the sound of classical music or jazz

Lots of cushions on the sofas

Sconces with frilled shades on the walls

A dining table with a beautiful centrepiece and elegant table settings

A comfy armchair for me to sit on while reading and crocheting

Bathroom

Jurlique rose handcream and fancy rose-pink soaps by the sink

Fluffy, thick, soft towels in white, pale pink, baby blue, lavender, and mint green

A vanity which has a mirror with soft pink lights, and enough storage space for my creams, body butter, exfoliater, face masks, toner, body mist, etc

Patterned toilet paper

Shower curtains made of silk or satin

Sea salt scented diffusers and a potted plant to make it feel fresh, and aromatherapy candles to make it feel calm

A bidet!

Mosaic tile walls and marble flooring and countertops

A clawfoot bathtub with elegant curves and gold accents

Plush rug next to the bath and a pretty toilet seat cover

Antique bathroom accessories, like a silver soap dish and crystal toothbrush holder

Maritime and botanical themed artwork on the walls

A built in sound system to play relaxing music while I bathe, like classical music, Native American flute music, or my Aphrodite playlist (on days where I'm having a long pampering session).

A large mirror with an ornate frame

A stained glass mirror so nobody can look in

Multiple Rooms/Other

Gilded framed pictures of my loved ones throughout the house

A potted houseplant on the side of each step of the staircase

Wide windows with velvet or satin curtains that let in lots of natural light

Prints by local artists on the walls

Vases of flowers taken from my garden in each room, even on the bathroom counter

Deep, plush carpets on the floor

Soft lighting from salt lamps and fairy lights

South-facing windows, so that the house will be full of light

The walls will be painted in pastel colours or will have a delicate wallpaper

Lots of pretty trinkets on the surfaces

Sapphic artworks that portrays lovers or the female form

Crystal handles on the cabinets and cupboards in the house

Lavender incense

Lace doilies on the side tables

Ribbons and bows everywhere

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doodling-doodle · 10 months

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The Rose Gold Prince (CH.1)

Kyle Price, Prince of The Rose Gold Kingdom.

If he was honest, he didn’t even fully realize that he was adopted until he was sixteen. They saved him. They gave him a family.

But… he had to admit, it got a little much sometimes. And with his magic, he was even more of a handful to them… all of them.

And yet, they cared all the same. Some knew how to help better than others, but he still always appreciated it. But the best person would always be… him.

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The Prince of The Rose Gold Kingdom. He had lived a good life so far, friends, family… His hidden love. A wonderful life, he would admit.

He woke up that morning to a soft knock on the door, and he sat up in bed, about to get up.

He sat on the edge of his bed, too tired to get up, quickly flicking his wrist and turning the lock on his door.

“It’s unlocked.” He said, and the door opened.

“My prince?”

He turned to see Alex, his guard, at the door, in the clothes he would wear under his armor. Grey leather tunic and trousers.

He smiled softly, “Good morning, Sir Alex.” He said, standing, “I apoigize for not being in decent clothing. I just woke up.”

Alex shook his head, closing the door and going up to him, “No need to apoigize, my love.” He smiled, gently cradling his face in one hand, gently kissing his lips, making him feel warm in his cold room.

“Could I help with your hair, your highness?” Alex asked, gently touching his soft hair. His braids were taken out last night, he was going to get new ones later today.

“If you wouldn’t mind?” He asked, smiling up at Alex.

“Have a seat.”

Alex pulled the chair out from his vanity, gesturing for his to sit down, which he did, smiling softly.

He watched in the mirror as Alex got the blanket off his bed, laying it over him, gently running his fingers through his hair.

“How’d you sleep?” Alex asked as he gathered all his soft locs in his hand.

“Pretty good. Just a little cold. And you?”

“The same. It is a shame I wasn’t able to hold you through the night.”

He chuckled, feeling a few locs being pinned around his ponytail to keep them tied.

“You look gorgeous.” Alex said, kissing his cheek before going to his closet to get his clothes, “Kaida will be here soon. I’ll step out.”

He nodded, and Alex gently kissed his forehead before stepping out of the room, where Kaida took his place not even two minutes later.

"My lady." Kyle said, smiling once she walked in, just as he finished buttoning up his suit.

She curtsied to him, "your highness. I hope you slept well." She replied, smiling.

"I did. And you?"

"I slept well. Thank you."

He smiled, getting all of his jewelry together to get it put on, starting with his two golden rose pins to go on his suit jacket.

"You always go to the extreme with your accessories." Kaida said, chuckling

"They were all given to me by Alex." He replied, "I want him to know how much I love them."

She smiled, "I'm sure he does, your highness."

He smiled, huffing out a chuckle as he gently put his crown on, "let's go.” He said, walking out with her, where Alex was waiting on them.

"You look beautiful, your majesty." He whispered, Knowing others were nearby.

"Thank you... shall we go to the dining hall?"

"Of course. Let's go."

They started walking, seeing the other guards and people from the infirmary. Then his parent’s.

"Father! Papa!" He called out as he ran up to them to hug them.

"Hello, my son." his father replied, hugging him, "your hair looks nice today." he said as he pulled back, gently touching his hair.

"Thank you! Kaida was up early, she helped me with it."

He was a… decent liar. No one could know. No one could know they were together.

"You did well, Kaida." His papa said, smiling. They believed it. That was good.

She curtsied to them, "it's no problem, my kings."

They turned to Alex as he bowed to them, "your majesty’s."

“Sir Alex.” His father replied, “Where might Madam Farah be?”

“Already at the Dining hall.”

“Ah, I see. Let’s go see them, shall we?”

Normally, Kyle would be sitting across from his fathers, closest to the door, but, he had been sitting next to Alex for a while now. It was for his safety. There were threats targeting him everyday. He was pretty scared, but, at least Alex was there next to him, making him feel a lot calmer and safer. Loved.

“Madam Farah, Sir Alex, please come with us to the throne room.” his father said, and they nodded, following behind him and his parents.

Farah was a good friend of their family, growing up with him, Alex, and the rest of their friends. She also knew about him and Alex, of course. She covered for them a lot when they were off on their own. And they appreciated so such.

“What can we do for you, your majasty’s?” Alex asked once they were on their trones.

“There’s a mission that we need you both to go on.” his papa replied, “You leave in a week.”

He had to hide the sadness and shock, looking at Alex, who just nodded with Farah.

“Where do we go?” She asked.

“One of Shepherd's kingdoms.” His father replied, “I’m not sure how… prepared they will be. But the threats to the Prince keep pouring in from there. We need to make sure they can’t take him.”

Alex looked up at him, and he knew that he wouldn’t turn down that. Any chance to protect him he had, he would take.

“You leave in a week.” his papa said, “prepare the Guard.”

“Yes, my king.” Alex said, bowing to them.

“Your both dismissed.” his father said.

They both bowed before leaving the room. He felt his father looking at him while he looked a little nervous, but Kaida walked in soon after.

“Your highness.” she said, bowing her head to all of them before looking at his father.

“My Lady.” He said, hoping he could somehow leave the room with her, “What might you need?”

“I wanted to help you put your braids back in. If you're available?"

He looked at his parents, who nodded, and he stood, going down the stairs from his throne, and leaving the room with her.

“Thank you.” He said, going with her to his room.

“Will you be alright?” She asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’ll… be okay, I think.”

"Are you sure?" She asked as he sat down.

"Yes… I'm just registering it." He felt her taking the pins out of his hair, "I have a week until they have to go… I can work with it."

She sighed, starting to braid his hair, "I just… I fear your magic… I see that it's getting stronger. And it tends to be unpredictable when Sir Alex is gone."

"I can assure you, you have no reason to worry." He faked a smile, "I have it under control. I know what to do."

No he didn't. He had no clue what to do with Alex gone.

He feared his own magic sometimes. He had better control over it now that he was older, but, he always had small issues with it sometimes. It mostly was due to emotions, which Alex knew how to handle with nothing short of perfection.

"If you say so, your highness." Kaida said, "let's hope you do end up being okay."

He hoped so.

He found himself just thinking about when he was a child. When he couldn’t control it. When his father’s had to calm him…

…

"I-I'm scared..." He whispered, looking up at them from where he was curled up in the corner of his room, involuntarily using his magic and making things float in his room.

"Don't worry, son, it's okay-" His father whispered, going closer to him

"No! Don't touch me!" He yelled, cowering in the corner, trying to get away, "I-i don't want to hurt you..."

His parents both froze up at that, but they backed off slightly, and his father knelt down

"You would never hurt me, Kyle. I promise, you would never hurt me." He opened his arms to him, "when your ready, okay? Just calm down."

He slowly crawled into his arms, still crying softly.

"Don't worry, little one. We will figure it all out. You'll be alright."

"I'll hurt everyone... you two... Kaida... Al-alex..."

"No. No, you won't." His papa whispered, hugging him, "you'll be alright."

“You… do you p-promise…?”

“Yes.” his father replied, “we promise.”

…

“Your highness?” Kaida asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry… I apoligize, Kaida, I’m just… thinking.”

“Are you alright, your highness?”

“Yes… sorry for worrying you…”

There was a knock on the door, and Kyle unlocked it for whoever was there to walk in.

“My prince?”

It was Alex.

He smiled as he shut the door, feeling Kaida finish off most of his braids.

“Hello, Alex.” He said as he sat next to him, holding his hand.

“Are you alright, my love?”

“I… I will be… And you?”

Alex smiled softly, looking down for a moment before bringing his hand up to kiss it, “I’m alright. I get to come home to you. It’s worth the time away to be able to return to you.”

He smiled softly, knowing that it was true. He would always come home. It had really only been two years since he first started going out on missions like this. But he was still always nervous. All he wanted was Alex to always come home safe. And he normally always did.

“My love… You seem so upset…” Alex said, “talk to me?”

“Just… nervous, is all.”

“Understandably.” Kaida said as she finished the last braid, “We all are.”

“We’ll be alright.” Alex said, “why don’t we go and see Ghost and Soap? They asked to see you.”

He nodded, standing with Alex’s help as they left his room.

…

It had been just over a week now that they were gone. He was terrified that he hadn’t heard from them in that time. All he wanted was him to come home. To hold him. To kiss him. They had two hours alone the day that they left. They soaked up the moments, quickly kissing before Alex went to his horse with the rest of the guard to get to Sheperd’s kingdom.

He just didn’t want to be alone.

But he wasn’t… He just felt like he was. Because Alex was gone. Kaida tried to cheer him up. Tried to get him out of the castle and around the beautiful landscapes. But he just wanted to shut off. Forget that Alex was gone.

He got to do that one day. Just one day that he laid in bed, no one telling him that it would be okay. He read all the old letters Alex left for him that day. He loved them all, of course he did! But he just… wanted to pretend Alex could hold him through the cold nights.

He felt like he was both freezing to death and drowning at the same time.

He groaned as he sat up, getting up and going to his vanity.

He sat down, seeing the very first letter Alex ever left for him.

He remembered going into Alex’s room that night two years ago, being seventeen when Alex was first able to be in the guard at eighteen.

…

Hle sighed as he went to Alex's room. He shouldn't intrude, but, he hadn't seen him in a week.

He needed something from him. To remind him.

He slowly opened and closed the door, looking around. He'd been in there many times, but only when Alex was there. Still, it gave him comfort.

He walked around for a few minutes. And he saw something on his desk. A note.

He picked it up

And saw a beautiful letter from Alex.

“my sweet love Kyle.

He's beautiful, kind, perfect in every way. A perfect prince.

The only person I know to give his people the same love he receives. It's why he's a lovable, wonderful, amazing man.

And I'm lucky he's mine.

I've loved him for the longest time, ever since we were nine.

We've been together since we were fifteen. And we've hidden it for the whole time. Only our closest friends know, for if his father's did, I'm not sure what they would do.

I became a part of the guard recently. And we both worry for my life. As much as I worry for his when I'm away.

I sit here, writing this the night before I leave.

We sat in this room, holding each other in sorrow and love.

But he left to his room for the night to sleep. I hope he gets it, as he was crying when he left.

But as my precious love left my arms

I fear it might be the last time.

But I know better. I know I will return to him.

And I can hold him once again."

He started sobbing, and placed the letter back down

He was... so scared. That Alex wouldn't come back. But he was supposed to return that night. He was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to be home.

And he was.

As soon as he saw the horses, he ran down to the courtyard, running up to hug Alex tight.

"I missed you, my love." He whispered, so quietly in Kyle's ear.

"I missed you too... it wasn't for the last time..."

…

He sighed as he remembered it, putting the letter back down as he went to get his suit and jewery as Kaida knocked on the door.

“It’s unlocked.” He said as he managed to get all his jewery on.

“Your highness… are you alright?” She asked as she closed his door.

“Yes, I am.”

“I… I fear I cannot believe that statement.”

He sighed, looking down at his table.

“May I… speak to you, as a friend rather then your Lady?”

“You may.”

She inhaled, “Kyle… I fear for your health. Your magic has been firing randomly more and more. Your health is declining, and your not doing anything to help it. You have barely eaten. You-”

“I know, Kaida. I just… Have only ever known how to function with… Alex. He was the one that helped the most with controlling my powers. He was the one to calm me without me hurting someone… And I fear that… he will not return one day… and he would return to me in a casket.”

She nodded, “My prince… he has survived many, many things, and I doubt that it would happen. He is nearly immortal. He could survive the strongest of explosions. He will be okay.” she smiled softly, gently touching his shoulder as a comfort.

An attempted comfort, at least.

He smiled softly, “Thank you.” He said, putting on his necklace and turning to her.

“Let’s go to the dining hall.” She said, and he nodded, walking with her, seeing his parents already there.

He ate a little. Not enough, but something.

Then they went to the throne room.

“Kyle?” his papa asked, looking over at him.

“Yes?”

“What’s going on, little one?”

He knew it.

He looked down at his lap, debating how to respond.

“Just… worried about the Guards. We haven’t heard from them in… well, nearly eight days. I’m scared. I don’t know if they're okay, and… it worries me.”

His papa looked like he was about to reply, but Kaida ran in the room, screaming.

"Your majesty’s! Forgive me for barging in, but... the guards have returned!"

Finally. They were back.

He ran out of the room, nearly tripping over his cape as he ran to the village, to the courtyard, seeing all of them.

Alex was getting off his horse, looking over at him as he ran up, calling out to him.

He hugged him tight, feeling the cold metal of his armor, the blood of their enemies and dust from the kingdom and journey get on his cape and suit.

"My prince, your covered in blood." Alex said, and he felt his hand on his back.

"I don't care. I missed you."

Alex smiled, taking his helmet off, "Come. Let's get you cleaned up." He said, gently leading him back to the castle.

“I missed you, my love.” Alex said as they got to the armory room to get his armor off.

“I missed you too… My Lady is probably happy your back, she was probably sick of my helplessness.”

“My darling…” Alex looked at him as he took off his chest plate, sighing, “wait until we are in my room to discuss this.” He whispered.

He nodded, just waiting for Alex to get his armor off so they could hold each other.

“Let’s go.” Alex said, taking Kyle’s hand in his for a few moments while they walked to the main halls, to Alex’s room, close to his own on the upper floors of the castle.

“My sweet dove.” Alex whispered getting Kyle’s cape and suit jacket off before carrying Kyle to his bed, “Tell me what happened. It seems the week hasn’t been kind to you.”

Kyle sighed as he looked away, taking his crown off as Alex sat him up.

“Just… stress got to me and my magic was firing randomly a lot more often.” He smiled, and Alex gently held his waist as he sat down.

“You haven’t eaten either, I see…” He said, gently brushing his fingers over Kyle’s hips and ribs.

“I have, just… not as much as I should be eating…”

Alex shook his head, sighing, “You… I love you…” He gently kissed Kyle’s forehead, pushing his braids out of the way.

“Why don’t we just… stay here? For a while?” Kyle asked, “I just… wish to be held.”

“Of course, my prince.” Alex said, smiling.

“Your safe now… The kingdom is gone.”

“And I’m in your arms… where I will always be the safest.”

#call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #gazalex #alexgaz #john price #phillip graves #price x graves #Kaida Masaki (OC)#Rose Gold AU

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consult2architect · 1 year

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milady-pink · 10 months

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Rosewood Manor

Summary: The first dinner at the manor, and meeting the fellow players.

Warnings: talk of delicious food

Word Count: 2432 || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Complete Series

AO3

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Chapter 2

After exploring her room a bit, Christine discovered two things. One was a walk-in closet that housed three times as much space for shoes, dresses, tops, bottoms, and accessories than she ever owned. The second was the bathroom; more specifically the bathroom's large claw-foot tub. She was currently relaxing and bathing herself in said tub, as the fragrance of lavender and rose filled the steamy air. Heaven, this is heaven.

When at last Christine decided to emerge from her soothing paradise, she wrapped a towel around both hair and body. She padded over to the vintage gold vanity to apply some light, but sophisticated, makeup that Meg had taught her when they were in their teens. When she accentuated every detail that her face had, and still felt comfortable, Christine walked over to the closet door for her dress. It was a chic 1960’s style sheath dress in red, with some gold accent jewelry to go with it. Once dressed the last thing to do was her hair; or rather what it wanted to do.

When she was little Gustave Daae had the hardest time as a single dad trying to figure out what to do with the mass of curls on his daughter's head. This, on top of a child that loved to sleep in on school days, led to many frustrated mornings. And tears. When Christine wanted a French braid, she got a bunch of knots going down her head; when she declared for half up, half down, she received a pompadour; and when she dared ask for pig tails, she ended up with two puffs of hair that made a boy in her class call her a poodle. It wasn’t until meeting Anette Giry through his daughter’s dance class that Gustave learned what deep conditioner was. Meeting Anette also gave Christine a lifelong partner in crime, so really it was worth it in the end.

Tonight however, Christine decided to let her hair do its thing, something she learned it liked to do a lot as it got longer and she got older. So, with her natural curls on full display, after defusing and conditioning, Christine was ready to meet her fellow guests. At the door she slipped on her gold strappy heels, and shut her door starting down the hallway that Erik and herself came up hours ago.

The short walk gave Christine the chance for more ogling of the incredible house, a manor not a house, as she searched for the dining room. Down the grand staircase into the ballroom she looked towards the back doors, which happened to be made of glass, providing the perfect view of the pool and yard. To the left and right of the back doors and windows were two sets of French doors, exactly the same in their cream coloring and ornate carvings, but only the right side was opened.

Ok Christine, you’ve got a fifty-fifty chance here. Please don’t be the first one to mess this up. Oh boy, if you think finding the dining room is hard, how are you going to manage the first challenge?

Walking over to the right hand side she heard some murmuring from the open French doors. You can do this Christine, and don’t be a doormat. Stepping into the dining room, she found herself staring at three people already sitting down.

“Ah,” one man exclaimed, “another one to arrive. We’ve just been getting to know each other please, find your seat.” He looked to be in his fifties or sixties with hair that seems to be graying in some spots, and a mustache that could rival Tom Seleck’s.

“Yes I’m sure everyone will be gathered soon,” replied a portly man leaning back in his seat. “And then we eat!” At this both men gave a hearty laugh.

Christine found her name at the table next to the portly man. The rectangular table was arranged with four people on one side, four on another, and one chair at the head of the table facing the French doors that all guests walk through. Christine and her neighbor sat with their backs facing the windows and subsequently the backyard, while the older gentleman sat at the far left of them on the opposite side of the table.

The large man was quite right in his predictions, for soon after Christine got comfortable more people arrived for dinner. In order of appearance walked in a short, skinny girl with equally short blonde hair; a man about the same height as the girl before him with a not-so-subtle comb over; a fairly tall woman with long dark hair and olive skin; and lastly entered a stout woman with hair so red it couldn’t have been natural.

“Ah, seems the best really are saved for last,” teased the red headed woman with a sly smile. After looking around for their respective placements, everyone settled down into polite greetings and introductions.

When at last everyone was seated comfortably at the dark oak table, a tall suited form walked into the dinning room from a swinging door that, supposedly, leads to the manor’s kitchen. All eyes were on Erik as he gracefully walked over to the head of the table, and placed both hands on the chair. With all eyes on him he announced, “I am afraid Mr. Joseph Bouquet will not be participating in the events these following weeks.” After finishing, he picks up the eloquent chair and retreats back through the swinging door to the kitchens. Silence befell upon Rosewood Manor’s guests after the interruption of the shadowed man.

“Strange man, that one is,” was heard murmuring near the mustachioed man’s seat. Thankfully the awkward silence was disrupted when several women wearing maids uniforms and identical hair buns entered carrying platters with food. Placed in front of her, Christine was once again amazed by the mystical Manor and its inhabitants. Sitting on bone white china sat two legs of lamb laying over some roasted carrots and golden potatoes, with a garnish of thyme rested on top. Once the maids left, the masked butler reappeared, much to the party’s dismay.

“Tonight Rosewood Manor greets our guests,” he started, seemingly reading from a notecard with the Manor’s crest elegantly printed on the facing side, “with an herb roasted rack of lamb on this, your homecoming. After introductions have been, made and dinner eaten, my associate Erik shall read yet another card describing the games to be played along with my role. Until then, Bon Appétit.” With that, Erik makes his exit swift, leaving the dining room to converse amongst themselves.

“Well, I think we take Y’s advice and start with introductions,” suggested the bright redhead who had entered last.

Starting at the far right was the older of the two men who were already waiting when Christine arrived. Richard Firmin was a young boy in Philly who saw first-hand how much money affected everything; health, happiness, and home. His first and only goal in life was to buy everything he ever wanted; and he accomplished just that by playing by the rules, well, his rules. Now residing in California as a man of 62, he had a very reputable career as a financial administrator. Those who worked with him had the pleasure of learning everything there is to know about accounting and numbers, in the form of cash that is. He decorated his home very nicely, choosing to show his wealth off through expensive and rare items found throughout; even his bathroom had hand-made tile from Iran. Even if sometimes he wished he didn’t, his wife spends most of their income on her dog’s collar and matching outfits. He thanks Tootsie the Yorkshire terrier every night he doesn’t have to attend one of his wife’s friend’s parties because he pooped on their hand-knotted Prussian wool rug.

Next to Richard sat Jamie. She was short and frail looking with blonde hair that looked like wheat in the sun. She grew up with two older brothers and one younger sister so sharing was a word she learned very early on in childhood. She never got anything of her own, usually they were handed down from her brothers then onto her sister once they didn’t fit anymore. The first thing she got that was ever truly her own was a My Little Pony hairbrush. Well, maybe it wasn’t hers to start, but when she saw that ginger girl take it out of her bag, she knew it had to be hers. So, during recess Jamie pretended she forgot her scarf in her backpack; and the teacher didn’t know whose backpack was whose, so when she went to the ginger girl’s and grabbed the brush she hid it in her pocket then retrieved her scarf and acted like everything was normal. It was Rainbow Dash, her favorite because Jamie always wanted to be that way; outspoken, athletic, and a go-getter. The next day at school the ginger girl didn’t even know it was gone, so it must have been fate; she still has that brush, in fact it’s in her room at the manor.

Beside Jamie was the empty seat, but across from that was Carlotta Guidicelli. She had a rough life; no, really. First her father leaves for another woman, can’t blame him, and her mother wanted a boy. So really, she had to fend for herself. Skip to puberty and suddenly everyone wanted her! Even if “everyone” meant boys and “her” meant her breasts, she wasn’t complaining. Over time she learned how to wield the power that came along with God’s globes that he gifted her and landed a husband. And not only a husband, but one with a HUGE….wallet, tee hee. Alas, over the years their marriage dwindled and sparks fizzled out but it wasn’t Mr.Big who wanted out, oh no, Big Red had set her sights on a much older man; Ben Franklin. Thankfully, by some cosmetic cosmic magic, a divorce was agreed upon; and after some more magic in the form of lawyers and, double d bribery, an alimony was agreed upon. Now, she never has to work a day in her life again, so what if she'd wed then fled? Carlotta is not a gold digger; she would never risk breaking a nail!

Across from Jamie and next to Christine sat the plump and pompous Piangi. Surprisingly, Ubaldo was a healthy sized child living on the outskirts of Genoa, Italy. It was only when his family moved to America that he first learned about hunger; and not only for food. As he grew up and made his way into the world of law and order, wanting to do right by his immigrant family, he landed a job at a prominent firm and built his name, salary, and belly. So what went wrong? Well, on the night of his law school graduation he participated in the celebratory ritual of getting plastered; he figured that after going through both a bachelors and law degree, one beer couldn’t hurt right? Wrong; one turned to five and five turned to a twelve pack. And it didn’t stop there, as a matter a fact he almost missed his bar exam because of the all night bender he pulled the night before; evidently when he showed up barley on time, he still had some of the buzz left. Along with all that drinking, a boy’s gotta eat and boy does he. The drinking isn't a problem, he’s simply a social drinker, even if the maiale is alone.

On the left side of Christine sat André. Oh, André. He’s had furrowed brows and a yell in his throat since he was born; and it only got louder as he grew. With five rowdy older brothers running around the house, he had to find his voice somehow. And when he did he never stopped using it, all the way through school and getting his diploma. The voice that got him through practice trials in school would ultimately garner him relative fame within the legal community; unless he lost. Heaven forbid he lost a case without any soundproof rooms nearby. If such circumstances ever did happen, and they have, Hell was to be paid. It has been said that not even a spoiled toddler who dropped their ice cream could rival the tantrums that he would routinely throw. Feet stomping, petty insults, and cranky faces anyone who witnessed such a loss from the famed attorney would have thought they were watching an episode of Toddlers & Tiaras. These immature outbursts eventually cost him his job and wife of 14 years, ouch. Seems like someone suffers from anger mismanagement.

Finally, at the very far left, across from Firmin, perched Sorelli. Her beauty has always been a staple, giving her enough tips at her bartender job to buy a small apartment. Her childhood was fairly normal for this tall drink of water; the only real strife that seemed to plague her was when she dropped out of college for a boy. Her family was furious but she couldn’t understand why; after following him from The Bronx, NY to sunny California, she found out. In an unfortunate twist of irony it was the day she just got back after nailing her interview at Populaire: bar and grill, that she stumbled in on her boyfriend hooking up with their neighbor. Luckily, after she kicked him out, her first week at work ended up being the best week of her life; she met a man. After multiple nights of the handsome stranger hitting on her and asking for her number, she finally told him about her last relationship and that things were a bit too raw to start again; even better, he replied stating that if she ever needed someone to talk to, he was available. Really, what was a girl to do? Living across the country, finding out her beau was a cheating scumbag, and dwindling on finances, but accept dinner with the sexy stranger from work; and if he happened to kiss afterwards, where’s the harm? After a few short weeks of meeting, her casual lover turned into a patron after hearing her complain about paying rent for an apartment by herself without her ex. And thus the two have been meeting and “chatting” for the past three years. Bottom’s up!

“Sorry I’m late, traffic was a nightmare.” Announced a voice with a boyish charm. If she weren’t already sitting, Christine would have had to have taken a seat. For the face, nay, person who inhabited the voice was…

Raoul

#phantom of the opera #raoul x christine #christine x erik #erik destler #christine daae #raoul de chagny #musical fanfic #andrew lloyd webber #carlotta giudicelli #la sorelli #little jammes #Richard Firmin #Gills Andre #ubaldo piangi #phantom x reader #foodporn #murder mystery

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Here’s a normal looking condo complex and this end unit, 2bd. 4ba. condo in Ann Arbor, Michigan is for sale for $315K. But, you can never tell what’s going on inside, can you? Surprise!

Welcome. Actually, I love that they decorated it. This is not just a condo, it’s a home.

I rather like the red walls and jungle look.

I doubt that the fireplace is original, so I wonder if conveys.

Barbie kitchen.

I don’t know if I like the gold stencils and I would like a lighter shade of pink.

The dining area is so fancy.

The main bd. is a real Diva Den, but of course, all the decor will be gone, and the buyer will be left w/bare pink walls, so there’s that.

Oh, I should’ve known- the sign says “Jersea Girl.” She did us proud.

Wow, look at the closet. Accessory city. I love this place.

One of the 4 baths.

So, this is one of the bds. that is clearly not being used as a bd. It’s already painted a nice dark color, though.

Oh, wow, look at this basement. Is that cake to jump out of on the left?

It is. I want a cake like that. I wonder if the leopard carpet stays.

Cute little powder room.

The Valentine bathroom.

This is nice out back, you get a small private yard and a nice deck, plus a shed.

https://www.movingthemitten.com/listings/alpine-drive

#condos #decorated condo #houses #house tours #home tour #mid century modern condo

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residential-interior · 1 year

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10 Best Ways to Make Your Home Luxurious

Are you planning to add some luxurious features to your home? You don't need to spend a lot of money to enjoy a touch of luxury. To make our spaces luxurious, comfortable, and elegant, we should all have the services of experienced luxury interior designers.

Fortunately, there are lots of options for decorating a budget-friendly space. You can create modern luxury interior designs on a budget with a few modifications and design techniques.

According to interior designers, here are the top 10 ways to add luxury to your home

Remodelling a bathroom

Remodelling your bathroom is a wise place to start. Ensure that all fixtures and plumbing are up-to-date and functioning properly. Modern lighting, contemporary tiles, and luxurious flooring add a sense of luxury to a room.

The Plants will renew it

To instantly brighten up your space, you can add fake or real plants. The best way to add colour is with plants. A vintage, boho, or aesthetic vase or pot can add greatly to your space.

Wallpapers

Adhesive wallpapers have become a rage. These wallpapers are easy to apply and can be purchased from most online shops. This adhesive wallpaper is perfect for people who want to temporarily restore their space or try out new colours and designs in their homes.

Temporary wallpaper also has the advantage of being removable so you can change it whenever you like.

Be creative with your textiles

Your space will look dull and boring if you have a sofa, chair and cushions all in the same texture and fabric. You can make your space more appealing and dimensional by replacing boring pillows with a variety of textures and sizes.

Shades of neutrality

Everybody wants their home to be peaceful and tranquil. Neutral colours are a good choice. Neutrals are timeless and trendy so you don't have to redecorate. If you're looking for a quick update, replace the artwork, furniture, or lighting.

Upgrade your Hardware to Create a Luxury House Interior

You can instantly improve your space by replacing old hardware with sleeker, more modern pieces for a fraction of the cost. It can be used on kitchen cabinets, bathroom cases, or bedroom furniture to give new life to an outdated space.

Lighting Upgrades

Lighting is another easy way to bring luxury to your home. Light with warm tones can add a sense of luxury to a room. Lamps are the most relatable examples of decorative light, as they draw attention to specific features. Luxurious house interiors can be enhanced by adding stylish and soothing lighting. Hanging lights above your dining table and a long side lamp beside your sofa are good additions.

Make Space

A great way to make your space feel more luxurious is to open it. This can be done by simply rearranging, decluttering or investing in storage products.

When there isn't enough space, you can extend it by clearing out unwanted furniture and stuff. Your balcony can be decorated with sitting areas.

A luxurious touch

Your home can be adorned with high-end products like antique gold, solid wood, and marble. To instantly add luxury and style to your home, replace modern ornaments with antique ornaments or books.

TakeYourStyle to the Area

For a luxurious experience, give your furniture some attention with a few simple but well-designed pieces. After narrowing down your selection of decorative accessories, decorate them in an attractive way. Here are some tips for arranging your coffee table, dining table or benches.

Conclusion

Renovating and creating luxury house interiors is not a difficult task. With effort and time, the task can be completed on a budget. Adding luxury to your home can be achieved in a number of ways. In order to remodel your home with the help of a professional interior designer, you can contact us. Thethekedaar Interior offers luxury interior designers to help you with your home design needs. You can rely on our experienced designers to go above and beyond your expectations.

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Character Intro: Penia & Ptocheia (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Patronesses of Beggars, Mothers of Misfortune by the people of Olympius

The Plain Janes by Dione

Age(s)- 32 (immortal)

Location- Shadowstone neighborhood, New Olympus

Personalities- Their sister bond runs as deep as the ichor flowing in their veins. They are incredibly close as fraternal twins. Penia is the more authoritative one out of the two while Ptocheia is the silent observer. They both strongly dislike the gross display/overconsumption or gaudy materialistic wealth, feeling that its plauging their present society. They're both incredibly frugal, shrewd, resourceful, self-sufficient, & a bit pessimistic. Penia is married while Ptocheia is single.

They both have the abilities of a standard goddess except shapeshifting. Other powers/abilities they share being the goddess of poverty & goddess of beggary include making a person or group of people feel destitute temporarily, chrimatakinesis (money manipulation) as it relates to poverty inducement, being able to manipulate copper, & being able to make new objects appear withered and worn down by their touch. Penia has the ability of elasticity (is able to stretch, expand, deform/contract her body into any form imaginable) while Ptocheia has the ability of beggary inducement.

Notable physical features that they share are their thick arched eyebrows and their close set dark amber colored eyes.

Their mother is Amechania (goddess of helplessness & want). They love each other in their own way, though they don't say those words.

The sisters reside in a townhouse in the Shadowstone neighborhood of New Olympus. Their next door neighbors are a Harpy family that has six children. Ptocheia lives on the ground floor while Penia & her husband lives on the upper floor. The interior of the townhouse is very minimalist with the walls being painted in colors of cream, mauve, burgundy, dark blue, and black. The furnishings are quite simple as well with lots of wooden chairs, a mahogany table in the dining room, & cotton loveseats as well as a couch. In the china in the living room, there's several jars filled to the brim with obol coins. The townhouse has the necessary appliances (including a washer & dryer) and they all have basic cable and internet. The news channel is a go-to thing to watch with The Agnostic Network being a close second.

They get around through use of public transportation. They also use their bikes sometimes.

A notable jewelry accessory Penia wears is her plain gold wedding band. Ptocheia wears a simple citrine amber ring on her pointer finger and a gold chain necklace with a drachma charm.

The sisters both like to drink water prefering the brand Pure H2O over Cleanstream. Penia deems Cleanstream's glass bottles as unnecessary. They also don't mind Strengthify vitamin water. They also enjoy coffee- with Penia's usual go-tos from The Roasted Bean being an olympian sized dark roast coffee and a small iced tea while Ptocheia prefers a large vanilla sweet cream cold brew & an iced green tea. Penia also enjoys a glass of red wine, buying a few bottles at the grocery store for less than thirty drachmas.

The sisters' personal fashion style is the true definition of "normcore"- characterized by unpretentious, average looking clothing. There's dark & neutral colors, sweaters, button down shirts, trousers, simple belts, high waisted jeans, sneakers, flat sandals, and other practical & basic pieces. They're huge fans of the high waisted black skinny jeans from Nocturnal Vibez. Ptocheia bought 10 pairs of jeans during Gold Friday (with coupons & online sale codes). They also like the linen shirts, trousers, wide leg linen pants, oversized jackets, and oxford flats from Threads of Wisdom. They also like flats, mary janes, & ankle boots.

There's never a shortage of various shopping coupons at their place!

They're in a long list of minor deities that don't have a temple built in their honor. It's specifically said that the reasoning behind it is that the general public in Olympius don't want to invite the looming threat of overwhelming poverty into their lives. The sisters' induction ceremony also had the lowest attendance only beaten by Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety).

Penia usually wears her long straight mousy brown hair in a low tight ponytail or a low twisted knot. Ptocheia's dark brown hair is styled in a lob cut, with her usually wearing simple headbands or hair clips.

Their main official role/job is being in the government's department of social services overseeing the Welfare/Financial Assistance branch- (which include things like food stamps, homelessness prevention, rental assistance, cash assistance, employment services, etc...) They're also planning on co‐writing a book on financial tips together!

They don't like or trust banks (especially Hermes), so their earnings are kept in a safe hidden in the floorboards of their townhouse.

The sisters are very picky on who they choose to be eligible to recieve the services.

It's said that they were the ones who discussed with Hera to push the HHI (Harpies Housing Initiative) to the forefront.

They both only have two credit cards.

Penia is married to Porus (god of resourcefulness). Their wedding was the least glamorous- the ceremony taking place at New Olympus City Hall. She wore a basic cream pantsuit & navy blue kitten heels while Ptocheia served as their witness. Afterwards, they all celebrated at a dinner thrown at Porus' brother's house. Their honeymoon was a week long excursion in the Underworld. It was the longest the sisters were separated from each other.

Ptocheia is single & has been for a couple hundred years. She's always been shy, reserved, and socially awkward to put herself out there. She cried when Dione's "plain Jane" comment made its way back to her. Ptocheia used to have unrequited feelings for Pathos (god of emotion) and is now noticing her growing romantic feelings towards Cocytus (Titan god of wailing & lamentation). She enjoys the deep conversations they've had despite never meeting in person. They text for hours at a time. Ptocheia quietly wept when she saw some of his art displayed at NOMMA (New Olympus Museum of Modern Art), calling his paintings "gut-wrenchingly beautiful."

The sisters' shared businesses include a homeless shelter, a soup kitchen (Psomí & Zoí), a chain of discount variety stores (The Drachma Bargain) where the merchandise is low priced with many of the products costing one drachma, coin-cashing kiosks located in supermarkets, banks, & check cashing places, and a self storage business named The Border Realm. The sisters are notoriously known to pay their employees the legal minimum wage.

In the pantheon the sisters have shared friends like Lethe (Titaness of forgetfulness, oblivion, & concealment), Apheleia (goddess of simplicity), Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy), Moros (god of doom), Geras (god of old age), Oizys (goddess of anxiety, misery, & depression), The Litae, and Eusebeia (Bea) (goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect). Penia's friends with Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment), Limos (goddess of starvation & famine), and Styx (Titaness of hatred) while Ptocheia is friends with Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline), Ichnaea (goddess of tracking), Aeschyne (goddess of modesty & honor), and Soteria (goddess of safety). They do like Hestia (goddess of the hearth); and her chocolate cupcakes with chocolate buttercream frosting, Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest), Favian (god of philosophy), and Elpis (goddess of hope). The deities that they dislike is a long list- the main offenders being Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown), Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), Orthosia (goddess of wealth), Pheme (goddess of fame), Aplistos (god of avarice), & Evimería (goddess of prosperity) for their grossly overwhelming display of materialistic wealth.

They are known to do their taxes & pay their bills on time.

A favorite sweet treat of theirs is vanilla ice cream!

As for make-up the sisters won't go as far as a bit of mascara, concealer, & lip balm. They also like wearing nail polish keeping their nails neatly trimmed. Penia likes Olmorfia's nail polish in "Clearly There", "Yes We Tan" (a nude brown color), and "Pine-ing for You" (a rich dark green color). Ptocheia likes to wear the shades "Seize the Gray", "Berry Naughty" (a rich dark red color), & "Autumnal Fever Pitch" (a dark burnt orange color).

The sisters love using the Hairology soap free shampoo bar when they wash their hair.

Penia likes likes the meditteranean veggie & chicken sandwich on wheat bread from The Bread Box while Ptocheia prefers the avocado egg salad sandwich on rye bread along with a small onion-mushroom soup.

Some of the greatest gifts they ever got was a collection of black leather satchel, baguette, crossbody, tote, & bucket bags from various fashion brands from Eusebeia. Penia was pleasantly surprised to discover that she bought them off Lé Real- a website which sells previously owned and heavily discounted luxury items.

When eating out, the sisters are mindful about what they buy. They like plain cheese pizza & they love the special value meal from Olympic Chef for 10 drachmas- a box of 20 chicken nuggets, two olympian sized fries, & two olympian sized drinks. At home meal prepping is the way to go because they buy ingredients in bulk, freeze extra food for later, and more importantly, they spend less money eating out. Their favorite meal prep recipes include the smoky chicken & cinnamon roasted sweet potatoes (with green beans), cold peanut noodle salad, moussaka mac n' cheese, ground turkey & rice stir fry, chicken souvlaki with lemon butter orzo, no cook Greek pitas, and balsamic pasta salad.

The sisters (along with Porus) are thinking about moving to the Underworld, which they'll build a house of their own.

In their free time, the sisters like staying in whether it's solving crosswords, reading, writing, sewing, & knitting. When outside they enjoy jogging, yoga, bike riding, going to the museum, pottery, and horseback riding.

"Poverty is a necessary thread in society's fabric. It doesn't breed adversity, it breeds survivors."

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