PARTY!

Locker Room Talk Pt.8

Xenia: I don't see why you are angry...

Vinca: They were talking about me fucking Joan.

Yvette: They are right though...I don't understand why you're in your feelings.

*Yvette puts on her white gloves*

Yvette: Can we speed up this conversation? I have something to do. Say any girls name and I swear on everything that is sinful.

Vinca: I'm not.

Yvette: Mmm...Good.

Xenia: Was it how Runa said it?

Vinca: Yeah.

Xenia: The know it all tone or I'm better than you tone.

Vinca: Both.

Xenia: You'll be fine. She's just teasing you.

Vinca: I know that! But it still irritates me.

Xenia and Yvette: Then stop being irritated. Simple.

Vinca: Never thought of that.

*Vince rolls her eyes*

Xenia: Don't roll your eyes at me. I won't be afraid to put you in your place.

Yvette: I was about to say the same thing.

*Yvette walks off leaving Xenia and Vinca alone*

Vinca: I don't want to talk to you anymore. Bye.

*Xenia rolls her eyes as Vinca walks away*

Locker Room Talk Pt.10

Ripley: I did it right...right?

Onyx glances over.

Onyx: Yeah.

She glances again.

Onyx: No...sweet, sweet baby...

Ripley adjusts the bra, pushing them up.

Onyx: No...no stop...you're making it worse...come here.

Ripley walks over, letting Onyx touch her chest to get her breasts in the right place. Well, what had HAPPENED was...It slipped for a moment.

Onyx: Oh! Oh! My bad!

Ripley: It's fine, you had no intention on doing it on purpose.

Onyx finally fixes the tit situation...Meanwhile...on the other side of the locker room.

Amara: I know you caught that.

Xenia: Like hell I did.

Amara: Can we agree we were looking respectfully before that happened?

Xenia: That's the one thing we can agree on.

@angstyanon0 Here you go!

CW: Dash of Angst, Soft Alcina but also slightly pissed off Alcina

You walk with a limp, excruciating pain radiating from your leg. Not enough to make you cry but just enough to make you grimace in pain every time you have to move it. Bela materialized from the flies. “Hey Y/N! How was wo- Holy- Alright, don’t say a word, stop moving your muscles. I’ll be back with mother.” Your eyes widen as you raise your hand to stop her but she’s already disappeared in the flies.

“Mother!” Echoes reverberate throughout the castle. “Bela, what happened?” You hear Daniela. “Y/N’s injured!” “Alert mother immediately!” Cassandra huffs, materialing in front of you.

"Afternoon, if you'll accompany me..." Cassandra begins to drag you along, but your shriek of pain causes her to come to a halt. “Right. Injured. Sit tight. Mother will be here any second.”

“Cassandra, I’m alright-” “Y/N?!”

Ah shit.

That voice was always familiar to you. It was always calm and controlled, but today was not one of those times. Alcina's tone was tense, even panicked. That frenzied energy lights her eyes when you meet them.

“What happened?” She cradles your face with her hand, when you hiss in pain she withdraws her hand to look at your cheek. “Burns.” When you try to get up, pain overtakes your body. When you collapse onto the couch, however, the agony is just as intense if not worse.

“Y/N!” “I’m fine! I’m fine!” “No, you are not ‘fine’.”

She takes you up in her arms as you try to get up again, preparing to show her how obviously not “fine” you are. "I'm not going to let you do that again." She returns her gaze to her girls, who are equally worried and anxious.

“Thank you, my lovely daughters.” They all nod before disappearing in a flurry of flies. You can hear a conversation between them start. As she held you in her arms, her rich fragrance enveloped you. She hasn't spoken anything since the two of you arrived, but her eyes are a raging torrent of emotion. She gently presses you into the bed, inflicting you less agony than you've previously endured.

“Alcina?”

Her eyes meet yours in the mirror.

“Yes, draga mea?” “What’s wrong?” “You’re hurt, and you’re acting as if it’s not important.” “Because it isn’t!” “No more words.”

You go silent, and she continues to look for something; you can feel the stress building in her shoulders as she searches.

“What are you looking for-” “Please, give me a moment.”

You go silent once more. She hums as she finds a small container. It’s burn cream. She walks toward you. “Remove your garments, I need to see everything; All of the burns, the marks, everything.” You nod, undressing as much as you can without hurting yourself more. When you begin to take off your pants, she stops you with a finger.

She applies the burn cream where needed and tended to your leg herself. She whispered a curse under her breath when she found out your leg was broken. She looked at you with the softest look before looking down at your leg again. Using only the softest fabric, she wrapped your leg and sat behind you.

She softly drew you to her and propped your leg up on one of her cushions. Her head rested on yours as she held you close. "Draga mea...I'm furious with you." As she kissed your forehead, her voice was sweet. "Do you realize how important you are to me? You mean everything to me, understand?"

When you look up at her, all you see is genuine emotion. She meant everything she said. She draws you in a little closer. You had frightened her; you had upset her. "I understand."

“Good. Now you should attempt to get some rest. I'll watch over you.”

After After Math

Helena: Wife of mine...He breaks into houses

Y/N: No! He slides down the chimney bearing gifts

Helena: That's still breaking and entering!

Y/N: But he doesn't steal anything.

Helena: He still broke in and entered the house.

Helena: And why does he bring gifts? He broke in and the mysterious packages could be dangerous.

Y/N: Helena...

Helena: No! I'm concerned for the world! Why has he not been caught yet?

Helena: And he has slaves!

Y/N trying so hard not to laugh: The elves aren't slaves, babe.

Helena: So he pays them?

Y/N: ...

Helena *taking her swords down from the wall*: I am going to free the slaves.

Y/N: No no no... Oh my God what have I done?

(One of my friends and I collabed on this)

"Bestie, I don't know. I'm not allowed near her room since the bathtub incident. I shiver thinking about it. I just wanted to clean the bathroom 😭 I didn't go in there expecting to watch her and a maiden getting it on."

This will probably flop but I want y'all to pretend like you're maidens in a groupchat. I would like to see some drama between the maids. Go!

Welcome to My Page

Merry meet, dear. I am a sarcastic poet.

Let me paint a scene so you can get to know me better...

We meet in a library...the library of lost dreams and found love. It is very quiet except the gentle flutter of pages and fingers going across the spines of century old books. Now...you sit in front of a person with almond brown skin and honey coloured eyes.

They seem to be humming “La Vie en Rose”

They are writing a note to “Beloved” whoever could that be...You wonder before waving your hand trying to get their attention. They gently tell you to hold on before signing off the letter with a cursive R. After you talk for a couple of moments they finally introduce themself.

Good Afternoon, I am Noir. You typically wouldn’t find me here, I enjoy writing in the comfort of my home but a friend of mine informed me of this library and...well I couldn’t stay away. I am a writer, you’d see a lot of writing on my page, as well as poetry. I grew up writing, my mother is a published authour and that is my goal if I can focus long enough. 

Anywho...I must be going, I have to store this letter somewhere safe. Have a good day, hm?

:very silently reblogs:

Look at her arms! Look at her face!

Please-

I will kneel, no hesitation.

Sofia: I apologize! My english isn't that well. Not my first language.

Juliette: hte fuckign

Vivienne: So apparently the "can't commit" thing is because of my abandonment issues.

Zoe: You...didn't know this?

Vivienne: I'm sorry, what?

Zoe: Nothing...nothing. You do you.