A Hard Working Rabbit

Pri, Sel, Fandomless OC || Beloved brain child of Lily for roughly a decade

[elegantlapin]

Private and selective RP Blog for Primrose, a fandomless OC. Multiverse and multiship friendly. Rules below!

RULES:

Being private and selective is a personal care choice. Interacting with others be hard at times yo, so please respect that.

Please don’t try and force ships. I want them to happen as much as anyone, but chemistry between muses is like people. Some move fast, some move slow.

Muse =/= Mun. It shouldn’t have to be said, but sadly it does and thus here it stands.

Dark and unpleasant themes can and will exist and be explored here. Bad things exist in the world no matter how much we hate them, and while I do not endorse horrific and terrible things as I’ve experienced and survived them myself, I will not sanitize exploratory writing either. I’ll tag and hide them in read mores to help people curate those things out of their experiences here, but I will not be responsible for my efforts in doing so being ignored.

If I don’t have a fandom verse for Prim and you have an idea for a thread don’t worry! I might make one if ideas stir from the thread idea, but otherwise her base stuff was left open enough to plop her down in most places.

Mun is of legal age so smut is not off limits to partners also of legal age. Anything smut related will be placed under read mores and tagged.

Please don’t godmod. If you have ideas for actions or whatnot, run it by me. That’s something that, like normal etiquette, should be applied.

No magic anons. Period. Not up for debate.

I don't have the perfect vision from my childhood(and man do I miss it ;-;), so if you use icons smaller than 70x70 please refrain from using them in replies with me. I can't appreciate them when they get super small anymore.

Please don't reblog my personal posts or my headcanon/lore/worldbuilding posts. You're more than welcome to like the latter group.

As a final note, anything of mine you see posted by following Pen Names WAS NOT STOLEN. They have received my explicit permission to use anything I make in regards to writing and chances are they helped put together my themes and graphics.

Shanelle Shae Aisuru The Curator

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𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅* ( 𝐏𝐓. 𝟒 )

Writing / roleplay prompts based on lyrics collected from various songs released by BTS. ( Part one here & part two here & part three here. )

tw: some suggestive content

❝ I don’t know what I’m thinking either. ❞

❝ I know you always stay. ❞

❝ It ain't the end of the world. ❞

❝ I'm diamond, you know I glow. ❞

❝ I owe it all to my mother. ❞

❝ I'll melt your heart into two. ❞

❝ A future without you is a world without color. ❞

❝ You gave me the courage to live. ❞

❝ I want to hold you one more time before you disappear. ❞

❝ There’s nothing else I want, I just want to feel a little more. ❞

❝ I want to protect you one more time before tears run down your face. ❞

❝ Even after hundred years, I want to live with you. ❞

❝ I’ll wait for you no matter where. ❞

❝ Words aren't enough to express my feelings, but I will tell you as it is. ❞

❝ I found a reason for living in the present, meeting you. ❞

❝ Let's break our plans. ❞

❝ We don't need permission to dance. ❞

❝ You are my universe. ❞

❝ I just want to put you first. ❞

❝ In the night, I lie and look up at you. ❞

❝ I was more at ease in the dark. ❞

❝ They said that we can't be together because we come from different sides. ❞

❝ You make my world light up inside. ❞

❝ When I'm without you, I'm crazy. ❞

❝ We are made of each other, baby. ❞

❝ I want you forever. ❞

❝ You're my best friend for the rest of my life. ❞

❝ I'm always here, waiting for you. ❞

❝ I should've told you more. ❞

❝ I don't wanna go back again. ❞

❝ If we live fast, let us die young. ❞

❝ Not sure since when, but they say we're the best. ❞

❝ Somewhere deep inside your heart, there still lives that young boy. ❞

❝ What's at the end of that path? ❞

❝ This is only the beginning, the best yet to come. ❞

❝ You know, I just love music. ❞

❝ Nothing much has changed from back then. ❞

❝ You'll say it's all a lie. ❞

❝ You're so damn beautiful, I swear you make me sick. ❞

❝ I want your love, I want your name. ❞

❝ If you want my love, come a little bit closer. Don't make me wait. ❞

❝ Let's make some bad decisions. ❞

❝ I want you, baby, all of the time. ❞

❝ Give me all your kisses. ❞

❝ I can't seem to ever get you out of my mind. ❞

❝ I can't let you just walk away. ❞

❝ I need some body to body. ❞

❝ It's so tight. I mean, the things between us. ❞

❝ Tonight, we won't be shutting our eyes. ❞

❝ Everything's so boring and lame. ❞

❝ What else are you worrying about? ❞

❝ Just move for me. ❞

❝ If you wanna hit my house, shoes off at the door. ❞

❝ The nerve on you, shameless! ❞

❝ How far are we taking this? ❞

❝ Ten years doesn't even scratch the surface. ❞

❝ Had your little fun, fella? ❞

❝ I came back for what’s mine. ❞

❝ Take the time to get back to the grind. ❞

❝ Time to pay your debt. ❞

❝ I could spend a lifetime watching you. ❞

❝ You know that I'm never holding back. ❞

❝ Don't make it so hard. ❞

❝ Nights like these, I just wanna get lost. ❞

❝ You're the only place that I wanna be. ❞

❝ Everything can't be so sad. ❞

❝ I wish that I could walk away from pain. ❞

❝ My life is like a broken roller coaster, but maybe I'm the only one to blame. ❞

❝ We call this shit normal. ❞

❝ Wish I had a minute just to turn me off. ❞

❝ Kerosene, dopamine, what I gotta do? ❞

❝ Heavy is the head when you chasing true. ❞

❝ Two sides of a coin, and they both ain't true. ❞

❝ Got me feelin' things unusual. ❞

❝ How I'm supposed to feel? ❞

❝ Used to think that I was built with a heart made of steel. ❞

❝ Now I understand the truth, some pain don't heal. ❞

❝ If everything's just happy, that ain't real. ❞

❝ Normal and special, they are just some lines. ❞

❝ What I try to keep never wants to stay. ❞

❝ You said you wanted all of me, but what is even all of me? ❞

❝ Part of me is haunting me. ❞

❝ I heard the things they calling me. ❞

❝ What the hell you want from me? ❞

❝ I wanna lay in your world. ❞

❝ So what, your shadow's a mess? I'm walkin' with my own dirt. ❞

❝ We can go all night. ❞

❝ Don't you close your eyes. ❞

❝ Don't you fear the light. ❞

❝ If you wanna be animals, baby, we can be animals. ❞

❝ Eat this life 'til your heart is full. ❞

❝ If you want, you can have it all. ❞

❝ There's beauty outside control. ❞

❝ None of us are tameable. ❞

❝ They don't know about us. ❞

❝ I can show you love. ❞

❝ If you wanna know me, what can I do for you? ❞

❝ Everybody hears the story that they wanna. ❞

❝ Should I break it down for you, baby? ❞

❝ You don't need to know, why are you so pressed to find out? ❞

❝ You're my fantasy. ❞

❝ Give me one more night. ❞

❝ Instead of something grandiose, just stay right here next to me. ❞

❝ Stay as beautiful as you were last night by my side. ❞

❝ Close your eyes, tell me what you see. ❞

❝ I'm on my knees. ❞

❝ Stay with me on my worst day. ❞

❝ All I want is you. ❞

❝ Any place that you are, I'll surely follow. ❞

❝ The world's always getting in between us. ❞

❝ If I ever knew happiness, it was only you. ❞

❝ I want someone like you. ❞

❝ Nobody knows me, honey. No one like you. ❞

❝ If you wanna go there, I'm ready to be with you. ❞

❝ You call, I run. ❞

❝ Baby, what do you need? ❞

❝ Tell me how you feel. ❞

❝ I just wanna go home, to where you are. ❞

❝ I'll follow you into the sun. ❞

❝ When a hollow, empty night falls, I find myself calling out to you again like this. ❞

❝ Yeah, I'm lost, can I come over? ❞

❝ I just wanna say I'm sorry. ❞

❝ I hate myself like this. ❞

❝ It's been a long time now since the day we drifted apart. ❞

❝ I’ll bury what we had, I’m sorry. ❞

❝ I know I'm a little late. ❞

❝ You've been doing okay, haven't you? ❞

❝ If we start again, I won't lose you this time. ❞

❝ You'll never love me like the way you did before. ❞

❝ But would you open up if I knocked on your door? ❞

❝ What the hell am I doing this for? ❞

❝ I'm past the pain, maybe that's why I fight myself every day. ❞

❝ Can I come over? 'Cause it's not over. ❞

[elegantlapin]

On Enchantment Magic and Prim's Personal Development

Using magic to enchant people and objects is as old as magic itself. Countless times have people used magic to make their weapons sharper, their armor more durable, their bodies lighter, or even their food more delicious. It has always been as common as any other magic. Yet as eras passed and the kingdoms of men rose and fell the purpose behind the use of magic frequently found itself altered. Every faith, kingdom, empire, and republic declared different reasons for the existence of magic and how it should be used. In the end the ones who claimed the right to the final say was the Free City of Petra. Beholden to no external governing faction and home to all aspiring magical scholars hoping to make their mark on the world. Their counsel put together the foundational rules behind magic and magical cultivation that continue to be followed even eight thousand years after being written.

In relevance to using enchantment magic, it is considered morally wrong and unlawful to use enchantment magic on another living being without prior consent. The actual written law states it as another living being of flesh and blood and thus doesn't bar it from being used on conjured or constructed beings such as golems. There are people who believe that this should be amended to include inorganic life and thus treat them with the same moral standards. This restriction is able to be lawfully ignored for the purposes of criminal investigations in order to plant a tracking enchantment, though most of the time they simply opt to try and place an enchanted item on a person instead. It is also similarly frowned upon to enchant another person's belongings in any manner without their prior consent.

The core mechanism of all magic is imagination. Mages are encouraged to nourish their creative minds, imagination, and study the framework of all manner of things. To study magic is to study the world, find its boundaries, and either work within them or push them little by little to expand the scope of possibility.

For Primrose she's content in using enchantments to help in every day life or make people smile. She learned how to place more dangerous enchantments on objects for the sake of her own safety and to protect people around her, but goal isn't violence. The wellspring of power she can draw upon is only slightly better than the common master magician. To get around her own limitations she worked toward researching ways that one could store a spell without actualizing it. Such as creating a spell, pouring magic into it, but not having it activate. There were already ways to make delayed spells or construct spells with trigger conditions, but none of those involved fully inert spells waiting to be used.

Eventually with time and a lot of trial and error she figured out how to place entirely dormant enchantments into inanimate objects. It started simple with making things sparkle or glow when the dormant magic would be activated. Then it moved to more practical things like moving or floating. As the stages progressed she learned more and more about the hurdles and challenges of more complex magic. Enchanting a broom to move around was easy, but enchanting it to actively sweep wasn't. The more testing she did the more she kept running up to the same walls; the limits of her own wellspring and the longevity of enchantments.

Enchantments aren't permanent. After enough use the magic will naturally fade. When that happens the object will need to be enchanted again. The solution she found after years of study was a complex image of a multi-layer enchantment spell. The first layers of the spell were the enchantments themselves. After that were layers meant to act as a complex command system that controlled how those enchantments functioned. The next tier was a stored supply of magic required for the automation processes, and the final layers held the activation conditions and a final enchantment that would use the last bits of magic in the storage to render it all inactive after reapplying the enchantments so it would fall into dormancy while waiting for replenishment of magic or reactivation. Even after figuring out a means through this complex method it still took many more years to perfect and optimize her approach.

All of her work over the years lead to a personal breakthrough regarding her own limits too. By storing spells into easy to use containers she could leave them with all or most of the magic they needed to be primed. She could also store magic itself into something with an enchantment to transfer it from one place to another. These things together meant that she wouldn't have to exhaust herself casting multiple complex enchantments daily. She tried many different options before settling on stickers. They were easy to carry around, fairly small, and easy to apply and remove.

She followed proper procedure and sent a copy of all her research to the College of Petra for review when she was done. What followed nine months later was a meeting with the current director. She had made a major breakthrough, but so had other people and theirs had reached his desk first. Unlike the others though, her notes were far more suitable for adjustments to the curriculum. Since Primrose had no desire to pursue magic as a career she suggested that they proceed with the intent to use those papers for academic purposes. She wanted no fame or accolades from it as the prospect of helping others was reward enough for something that was purely a personal endeavor. Since then she's continued to try and perfect her enchantments more and more for the exact reasons that started it all; ease of daily life and a means to make people smile.

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Everything below is written with her Modern Magic verse in mind. Some adjustments to her property have to be made for her base universe and others where it all logically doesn't fit in.

The mansion Primrose resides in sits in the center of a massive plot of land. A wall runs the entire outer rim with a gate centered at every cardinal direction for access to the property. The land includes two swimming pools, a baseball field, two tennis courts, a soccer field, a basketball court, three detached reception halls, a large mechanical garage, a massive flower garden that encompasses an outdoor patio, and several guest houses.

The main estate itself consists of six floors. The first floor has a large commercial sized kitchen, bar, banquet hall, two ballrooms, library, billiards room, and a home theater in the west wing. In the east wing resides a gym, spas, showers, the laundry room, a kitchenette, arcade, and a bowling alley. The second floor is home to office spaces, waiting rooms, and meeting rooms. These spaces are often used by guests she houses on the estate for more personal work or company group works during their stay. The third and fourth floors consist of bedrooms used by guests, several bathrooms per floor, and a pair of kitchenettes on both floors. The fifth floor carries on the floor plan of the two previous floors, but is exclusively home to staff members who work directly in the mansion. Staff members who tend to every other aspect of the estate not related to the main property or have families live in guest homes.

The sixth and final floor belongs entirely to Primrose and functions as it's own high end residence akin to a penthouse suite. There are multiple rooms for friends and family, open concept dining and lounge areas, a kitchen, dressing room, her personal study, a spa bathroom that includes laundry space, and her bedroom. It took years of coaxing from her family before Primrose started to actively use this luxury space after inheriting the estate from her adoptive grandfather.

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    He  was  flabbergasted.  She  was  being  so  damn  genuinely  nice  to  him  &&  his  crew.  Tears  start  to  display  on  his  faceplate  as  he  moves  to  throw  himself  at  the  usagimimi,  arms  dramatically  draped  around  her  as  the  construct  (  carefully  )  squishes  her  into  a  hug.

               ❝ You're  the  nicest  rabbit  I've  ever  met!  You're  just  the  beeest!    ❞

    &&…  To  his  credit  he  did  sound  like  he  was  crying,  shoulders  shaking  as  he  did.  Praise  be  to  engineering  for  whatever  feat  this  was  for  robotkind.

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What he had for her in this moment wasn't a question like she'd anticipated. Instead it was tearful gratitude and a manicured hug. If he was crying now though, he might cry more later. Did he have tear ducts that could dry out? Probably not, but it wouldn't be right to assume he didn't either.

Once the reaction was properly processed Primrose's smile remained plastered on her face as she reciprocated the embrace given to her. She lingered for as long as he felt the urge to hug her and when they pulled apart she went through the motions of gently cupping his cheek and using her thumb to wipe at his faceplate in the same manner as one would another's tears.

"I'm grateful you think so well of me." Prim answered in a warm tone. "Would you like to do the grand tour of the place in a way that won't require much walking? Such as... On a broomstick for example? Maybe even a surf board?"

Did these break the mansion rules just a bit? Yes, but when it came to doing tours of the space it was much more practical. So if they were going to break the rules for the sake of practicality it might as well be done with harmless fun. Prim would be controlling their speed anyway so it's not like they'd be flying into anyone at Mach five.

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Continued from here: X

"If I wasn't sure about this I wouldn't have made the arrangements!" Primrose answered with a laugh. "You said you and yours needed a home you felt secure in. Somewhere that you would never have to fear losing."

Prim took a handful of steps ahead of Billy, spun on her heels and met him with a big beaming smile.

"It took a little more time than expected, but welcome home." She declared in a tone that matched her smile.

The rabbit knew he might be a bit overwhelmed. They had just stepped into a massive ten thousand square foot mansion, and that was after driving five minutes from the gate to the front door due to the massive amount of acres of land the estate sat on. It was probably going to take him time to adjust. For all of them really. Thankfully she could attend to all acclimation needs personally. Getting her schedule ready as well as properly blocking out space for specific needs had been several weeks worth of effort and waiting, but now it was all coming to fruition.

"Got any questions for me? I've got some surprises in store I hope you'll like!"

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Continued from here: X

Today's meeting was at the usual coffee shop the two had been frequenting together for a while now. The suggestion and endorsement had come from a mutual friend between them who always seemed to be wearing red when Primrose would see her. It was a lovely little place tucked away from the main streets on the second floor of the building. There were regulars but very little foot traffic so the place was always on the quieter side. Below it was a hair salon and she'd often seen people leave the salon and head upstairs to the cafe.

"Of course!" Prim replied in a heartbeat, giving a dual response.

The rabbit took note of Nicole's expression before when she'd looked out the window. She had her small smile sure, but her eyes had looked like something was troubling her. Of what she wasn't entirely sure. Sometimes she wondered if it was about the telepathy, but she always felt a little apprehensive about seeing if she was correct or not. Maybe she'd circle back to it today. They'd known each other for a few months at this point and the bond between the two wasn't a shallow friendship. Primrose at the very least felt like they had a deeper connection that wasn't surface level at this point.

She reached into her purse and pulled out six books. The first was her young adult novel 'Moonshade Silver', a story of forbidden love between a lycanthrope man and a woman set in a kingdom that worshipped the sun. The second was a children's pop up book titled 'Daisy's Big Day'. A story about a Daisy flower living the happiest day of her life with her family and friends. The next two were a young adult duology about a scrappy young woman being whisked away to a far off kingdom. They were stories of adventure, romance, uncovering the corruption in the kingdom, and ascending a foreign throne. The final pair of books however were, in her eyes, the most important things she'd set out. These were the author's advance copies of her latest book which was still months away from publication. The reason there were two, was because one of these two copies of 'Sanguine Shadows' belonged to Nicole.

"This one is yours." Primrose chimed as she gently slid one of the mirror copies across the table. A pause as she hesitated a moment before choosing to speak her mind and not let the topical shift let her previous point go yet. "You're very dear to me. In this short time we've known each other you've become irreplaceable. So I truly mean it. I will never abandon you Nicole." She asserted.

Perhaps now she might feel a bit more at ease on the point. Something in her heart just kept nagging for her to make sure it sank in.

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On Faith

Due to her upbringing Primrose has an easy time accommodating for the beliefs of others and practicing kindness, patience, and tolerance toward where their faith lies. She was raised being taught that all things have a soul and a will. That they are no less sacred or special for not being humanoid. Even things that are considered evil, monsters, or beasts all house a soul within them. That nothing in existence is without divine spark. Thus she was raised to be conscientious in how she treated all manner of things.

Despite all of this she doesn't do anything that would be considered worship or religious ceremony as there's never been a doctrine to follow or a congregation that gathers. Nor does she allow herself to be blindly adherent to her beliefs. Others won't be allowed to simply walk all over her or bring her harm. Something that's dangerous will always be treated as a danger while still respecting that it's existence is one with a soul and a purpose.

Since she began studying magic she's felt reenforced in her beliefs thanks to papers that indicate that naming something galvanizes the magic in it. To that end, though she has no true proof, she believes that in giving something a name it reinforces the soul as both souls and magic are something innate to living beings. If one were to be more strongly asserted upon the world then why not the other after all?

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On Romance, Relationships, and Intimacy

Primrose is a panromantic pansexual. Her attraction to someone isn't about what they are, but who they are. Authenticity and good moral character are worth more to her than any gift made of precious minerals. You can't buy your way into her heart or make her overlook deal breaking cracks in someone's integrity. If she doesn't feel like someone is a good person at their core they'll stay forever on her radar and monitor their every move.

All of that being said her personal romance radar is a little tricky. She can fall fast and fall hard, but sometimes she can be a bit oblivious to her feelings. It all depends on when her own realization that she's in love hits. If she realizes while she's mentally occupied with other things it'll take her some time to mentally circle back and have her brain catch up with her heart. If she does realize it right away she goes through a rapid fire assortment of emotions that can range from being flustered and caught off guard to giddy and energetic. This is because she has had no prior romantic escapades and kept love off the table due to being so busy all the time that she led herself to believe she was too busy for someone to want her. She also worried she wouldn't make enough time for them not having realized that she has a tendency to make as much time as she can for people she loves.

Even though Prim is someone who is highly independent she still treasures her connections with others most of all. As a result she's able to go long stretches of time without seeing her partner without being negatively impacted in a significant way. She'll miss them and be eager to see or hear from them again, but it's rare that she'll become so lonesome that she'll start shutting down in aspects of her life. The hardest time she'll have with a "goodbye for now" is the period just after they've separated where she might be prone to sighing frequently for a few hours.

Having never had a romantic partner before her only real exposer to romance has been from watching her parents, her staff, and the media she's consumed. Those things have shown her what it all might look like, but it's never truly given her direction on what ways it's meant to take shape for her. She's someone whose biggest love languages are quality time, physical touch, and acts of service. The way she displays these is quite transparent in how she interacts with everyone she cares about, but she's unaware of how impactful it would be for her to have a romantic partner speak her love languages to her.

In terms of actual innocent intimacy with someone she's very much a hugger. It's her default when she sees a person she knows and cares for to give them a hug while initiating conversation. One could even call it a staple of her entire family. When it comes to a romantic partner she's also a cuddler who will nestle close. Especially in the winter. If they can get her to overcome being shy about it the rabbit can also grow to be a frequent lap sitter. The idea of kissing someone she's coupled with is something she considers a given, but she can be thrown off by kissing her in unexpected ways like on the neck, wrist, or ear. If it's something her partner wants given her smaller stature she's willing to let them carry her, but until she can grow accustomed to it it will greatly embarrass her every time.

Once she's grown used to a partner she'd also be more comfortable with the notion of being in a state of undress around them in more casual ways like bare spooning without any pretext of coitus or bathing together as those are quite vulnerable acts of intimacy. Intimacy of a more explicit nature is something that for a time her partner would have to initiate until Primrose has managed to lay down a foundation of courage that would let her be bold enough to make a move herself. There's a hard line she won't cross in acts of intimacy, but she's willing to give most things a fair shake and be exploratory with her partners as long as she feels they're safe to do so with.

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On Athleticism & Fitness

Since Primrose does a lot of physical labor when it comes to home and garden work on her estate she's quite fit, though she doesn't carry any real muscle definition to speak of. Even though she has enchantment magic and could avoid ever lifting a finger for herself she opts not to out of personal discipline. She saves the use of her magical capabilities for hard to reach places or packed schedules where she might need to be in two places at once thanks to her daily routine clashing with societal obligations or guest needs.

As a result she rotates her personal fitness choices for her days off. The one mainstay of her routine is yoga. She practices it as both a means to stay limber and help her center herself. The different things she does in rotation include dancing, doing laps around the main estate building, and some calisthenics. When winter comes around Prim stops doing her laps and retreats from all of the outdoor work as she does not handle the cold well. The winter months make her lethargic so she shifts her focus more heavily toward dance as it forces her to move around a lot more than she wants to and work up a sweat. On average she devotes around two and half hours of her days off to her chosen exercises, but on busier days where she might have to cut down on the time Primrose will stick to just doing yoga.

When it comes to dancing for exercise how she goes about it depends on what she's in the mood for. If it's ballroom she brings out one of two life size dolls and enchants her chosen partner to make it move. Which doll she picks is subject to whether she wants a male presenting partner or a female one. If she's in a relationship with someone it will always be whichever one better aligns with the presented visage of her partner. When she isn't doing ballroom the rabbit frequently defaults to modern or contemporary dance styles and will typically move the way she feels to the rhythm of whatever music she's listening to.

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Today I learned my OC that I've been writing and working on for roughly a decade has an interest in something I know little about and have never had an interest in. Research is gonna be fun once I start.

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Left or right side of the bed-

@brokenoathed

If she's sleeping alone Prim's a center of the bed sleeper, but if she's actively sharing a bed with someone she's always naturally gravitated toward the right side of the bed. She sleeps on a king size bed so her size sometimes proves to be her adversary when it comes to actually leaving her bed.

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Got questions about Prim I haven't answered? Throw me an ask! I'm in a mood to do some deeper looks at aspects of Primrose and her life :D

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Little Things Long Overdue

Late at night Primrose paced around the kitchen frantically. A far cry from how composed she tried to keep herself in her regular day to day life. Her week for the most part had been like any other week. She worked to keep the mansion tidy alongside her staff, handled the bills, the deliveries, meetings, guests, and events that rented space. The endless daily rush was normal for her. What wasn't normal was the surprise she'd been given. Someone she loved with all her heart that kept as busy as her would be coming to rest and spend time with her. The last time she'd seen them in person was eleven months ago as their work required a lot of traveling at times. They would be arriving late in the evening five days from now and had explicitly said that something they looked forward to was her cooking.

Several crumpled balls of paper sat on the island counter as she'd make a dinner plan, mull it over, scrap it, and start again. It needed to be a perfect welcome home dish. Something she made, not what her head chef made. More pacing. More scribbling. More scrapping. Nothing she was coming up with was satisfying her. Beef Wellington? No. High value steak cuts, braised vegetables, and a vintage wine? Not good enough either. Nothing felt right and nothing had the appeal she was looking for. Unable to draft a satisfactory dinner the rabbit cleaned up her mess and chose to sleep on it.

The next morning Prim threw a handful of enchanted stickers on her cleaning supplies and sent them off to work in her stead. The apple of her eye would be returning in four days now and she woke up with a refresh mind and zero plan. A dinner date late at night was proving a bit tricky for her. Did she want to do something light given the time? Or maybe something heavy since they said they'd be looking forward to her cooking. Prim doubted it'd be too late, but she couldn't quite sell herself one way or the other. Which was absolutely proving itself detrimental to her ability to choose a direction on her meal. The poor rabbit spent her entire day doing all her usual work while coming up with no answers. This sent her to bed frustrated.

She woke up earlier than normal the next day. Today was her day off, and with three days left Primrose was quick to handle her morning routine, throw on some light clothes that'd be good for the kitchen, and tie her hair in high ponytail. The heiress made her way to the main kitchen and looked to what ingredients they had on hand hoping for a divine revelation. She was so lost in her head she hadn't heard morning cook staff come in.

"Is there something we can help you with Primrose?" Came the soft toned inquiry from one of the chefs. An inquiry that made Prim nearly jump out of her skin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, you're fine. I should have been more mindful of my surroundings." She assured. "I'm... Just fishing for inspiration."

"Inspiration for cooking I presume?" He asked while washing his hands.

"Correct. I need a dinner idea for three days from now. It's a special meal, it'll be prepared late and I'm not sure what to do." She replied while moving to be somewhere that would make her less of an obstacle for everyone preparing for the day.

"It's that time again isn't it? You get like this every time a certain someone is coming home."

"I- Surely it's not every time!" She declared with great embarrassment.

"No, my lady. it's every time." He asserted. "Every time they have to leave you become depressed for a week. We take bets on these things you know." A hint of teasing found its way into his tone.

"I'm afraid to ask of the nature of these bets..."

"Let's start with that." He noted while pointing toward her small puff of a tail gently swaying back and forth. "You do that specifically when you're excited about something, stressed out, or getting a bit sassy." Primrose opened her mouth to refute, but instead resigned herself to the fact she could not argue with him.

"Do you really bet on something like that?"

"Sometimes. Usually it's trying to guess the cause. No need to this time though. If I had to guess, we'll likely be betting on the style of outfit you'll be wearing for your greeting. Harmless things like that really."

"I see. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised."

Truthfully it was a bit embarrassing to know everyone around her cared and knew her well enough to be betting on how she'd react to small parts of life. Yet it was a charming reminder at the same time.

"Back to your problem at hand. You're cooking something special, you have three days to come up with something, and you're coming up empty. Have you considered a family recipe?"

"Well..." A pause. "No. I haven't."

"As someone who recently got engaged, what matters isn't how fancy of a meal you prepared it's who you're preparing for." He explained. "You could make the most difficult and technical dish in the world, but if the person you're making it for doesn't like the dish then no one will be happy. A family recipe is something personal to you, and if it isn't offensive to the other person's palate all the better."

Primrose chewed on his words. The explanation was sound. Simple too. So simple that it was easy to look over. She flashed him an appreciative smile before darting out of the kitchen. Only to pop her head back in a moment later.

"Thank you, you're a life saver!"

With that Prim made her way back to her office and started thumbing through her more personal records. When she came across a copy of her family cook book she pulled it from the shelf and took it down to once of the kitchenettes. From there she got to work on small scale meals that could easily be made there without needing her to work in the main kitchen. The entire day was spent cooking and eating those samples and narrowing down the dishes. When she went to bed that night Prim finally felt like she was properly devising a plan.

With two days remaining she spent what spare time she had trimming the list further and further until finally settling on a dish. Now that she had that she shifted her schedule around to compensate for time both procuring and prepping her ingredients. To make up for the time she'd need in the kitchen the hare helped the staff with everything she reasonably could that wouldn't impede their work flow.

The only work she did for her planned dinner the day before was marinate bone in chicken thighs and drumsticks in red wine with onions and herbs. When it was finally go time the night of everything had been marinating for a full day. The red wine was strained into a pot and set to reduce. While that was starting Prim separated the onions, herbs, and chicken. The chicken was placed on a paper towel lined tray and pat dry. She then grabbed a large pot with a heavy base, oiled it, and got it going on a medium high heat. Once the pot was ready she seared the chicken thighs with the skin side down first, flipping them once they were a deep dark gold color. After both sides had been seared she removed the thighs and started on the drumsticks, making sure to be more mindful with them given their shape. When all the chicken was done she left them to rest on a tray and started preheating the oven.

Inside an enameled cast iron pot Primrose got some diced bacon lardons cooking and prepared her mushrooms. Once they were golden brown and ready to go she moved them to rest on the tray with the seared chicken. Immediately after the mushrooms were put into the pot to start sautéing. When they started to show hints of a sort of golden blush they were removed from the pot and added to the tray. The whole onions the chicken had been marinated with were added to the pot and regularly stirred while Prim watched for golden patches to start showing. Butter was added in and once it melted she added garlic to the pot. After the garlic took on a golden hue she added tomato paste in and let that cook in for two minutes. Seven tablespoons of flour were added in next and cooked in.

From here she poured in beef stock while stirring. Once it was completely in she kept stirring until the flour had completely dissolved. The red wine she'd reduced was then incorporated in. After that she added the chicken, bacon, onions, and mushrooms into the pot. The bay leaf and thyme she had used while marinating the chicken was thrown into the pot as well. The heat on the burner was killed and the lid for the pot was placed on top of it. She carefully transferred the pot into the oven and set a timer for forty-five minutes.

Time was taken to wash dishes and rest, but as the clock started to tick down the rabbit was quick to get back to work. All that was left was a little bit of side prep. For the sides she decided to keep it simple with a fresh salad and mashed potatoes.

Five minutes before it'd need to be served the resulting meal she had made was ready to go. Straight from the family cook book Primrose had made Coq au Vin for her beloved and it'd have just a little time for the roux to thicken too. While it was a bit late for something hearty it she knew the pair would likely stay up late catching up after so long apart.

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Enchanted Kiss Upon Autumnal Night

Late in the night in the halls on the top floor of the mansion one room remained tenderly illuminated. Primrose's room. Seated at her desk below one of the windows she worked under both the light of the stars and her desk lamp. The top drawer where she kept her supply of stickers sat extended as far out as it could go. Its once neat stacks now a messy pile. The rabbit herself sat with her head resting on her left hand while she drummed her fingers lightly upon the desk. Her expression carrying a mix of focus, contemplation, and light exhaustion.

Before her sat tonight's remaining sticker sheets of choice; small smiley face stickers in every color of the rainbow and golden stars. Just beyond them sat a piece of paper with a list written upon it, a well used block eraser, and a pencil half the length it used to be. A few more minutes ticked by before Primrose brought her right hand to rest her index finger upon the first smiley face on the sheet. Then she closed her eyes.

The image was clear in her mind. She saw the sticker within a black void. Sparkles in the same hue as her eyes gently flowed from all sides toward the sticker like a convergence of stellar rivers. As they collected within the sticker it too took on the same luster until it became the only radiant thing in the darkness. Outside of her mental imagery the end of Primrose's finger and the sticker shimmered in the same hues. Unlike the one in her mind however the sparkling died down quickly and reduced to an inviting yet easy to miss glow.

She repeated this process one by one for each sticker on the sheet until all three of the smiley face sheets were done. Each with a glow that matched their color if one were to scrutinize them. Exhausted satisfaction sat in her smile and eyes as the sheets were set atop a large stack with care, as if they were fragile as glass. The pencil was taken in hand and several listed words were crossed off her list.

As she moved to center the gold star sticker sheets before her Primrose adjusted her posture. Her pink tipped blue side bangs were parted toward the ends of her shoulders while she sat up straight. Both hands were laid upon the desk with her fingers and thumbs atop the sheets. A deep, even breath was taken in. As Prim exhaled she closed her eyes. The mental image this time was different. A fuchsia colored magic circle was drawn in her mind starting from its inner edges and growing outward. Once it was complete it began rotating counter clockwise at a speed that would complete one rotation a minute. The image of this rotating circle was then projected in the air just above her hands. This time all of the rabbit's being emitted that soft shimmer from before, and one by one so did each of the star stickers on the top sheet.

While nearing the end of the mass enchanting process the magic circle started picking up speed. It rapidly approached fifty rotations per minute and began to have pink arcs of magic leap through it. Primrose's exhaustion was catching up with her and that began to reduce the stability of her magic circle. Knowing she was just shy of the finish line the young woman pressed on and kept herself focused on the intended effect of her magic. The speed of the circle was reined in and stabilized at five rotations per minute while the arcing magic vanished in the process.

When she was finished the circle and her shimmering disappeared. Primrose hunched forward slightly and let out a handful of labored breaths. Once she recovered she opened her eyes and took a peek through the stickers. Satisfied with the quality she set them aside, keeping the star sheets apart from the larger stack, and closed her desk drawer. She sat back against her chair and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

She was tired. She'd begun enchanting sticker sheets at nine in the evening, but now it was four in the morning. Feeling just a little bit lazy she raised her right hand, pointed with her index finger, drew a small glowing heart in the air, and flicked her finger upward to send it forth. This heart collided with the pencil resting on her desk and disappeared. While she lowered her hand to rest on her person the pencil whirled up straight and crossed out what remained on the list before being laid to rest. On this night she had enchanted over a thousand stickers. The majority of them were for work, but the ones she was most fond of were the ones she'd made for the children in town. Unable to resist the siren song of sleep Primrose succumbed to slumber slumped in her chair.

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their overnight bag. their wallet. their blocked contacts list. their deleted photos folder. their pillowcase. under their bed. their spice rack. their shoebox of keepsakes. their makeup bag. their phone. the back of their closet. their laundry basket. their sock drawer. their keyring. their notebooks. their nightstand.

Her overnight bag

Prim keeps her overnight bag just inside the door of her walk in closet where it's easy to retrieve and pack. Typically she'll pack it with a pair of pajamas, a nice simple dress in case she needs to dress more formal, and a set of comfortable casual wear when it comes to clothing needs. A travel toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, hand sanitizer, bare essentials make up kit, and face cleanser make up her toiletry needs with a few other things sometimes added depending on needs. Finally she will typically pack her work laptop and book to round out her bag.

Her wallet

Her wallet is a sleek black leather single snap clip wallet with no external features to speak of. Inside of it is her ID, a personal bank card, a second card for a business account in her name, her library card, and a rarely used exclusive credit card. The most valuable thing to her in this wallet though is a letter from a fan of her books that she keeps tucked behind her ID.

Her phone

Her smartphone is pearl white in a fuchsia colored case. It has an extra memory storage slotted in to hold all of the pictures she's taken to capture scenery, moments, and inspirations. Besides the stock installed apps she has a fitness tracker app and a planner app to help her with her personal checklists. Her phone's largest use though is as a digital camera.

Her blocked contact list

Most of her blocked contacts are spam numbers, but the ones that aren't spam are numbers belonging to terrible clients who aren't welcome or people who stalked her. Neither of those groups are people she's willing to open up about easily.

Her deleted photos folder

There's not a lot of photos that would end up deleted. If they are it's often only done out of a necessity for needing more space and rarely anything beyond that. If they were of a person it would be due to being requested of her, or they hurt her bad enough that she needed to do it in order to heal and move on.

Her pillowcase

Her bed is one of the few personal spaces where Primrose will spend frivolously for comfort. She has a collection of silk pillowcases and bedding she cycles through at a healthy clip and the feeling of it against her skin is so soothing that when she's tired after a long day it puts her right to sleep.

Under her bed

The underside of her bed is kept clean and clear, save for one thing...

Her shoebox of keepsakes

This is the only thing she keeps under her bed. In it are old family photos that have faded and become more fragile with age, an old torn ribbon, and an extremely old stuffed bunny that's missing an eye one of it's button eyes. The photos are from her fifth birthday and depict the moment she blew out her candles on her cake, her with her arms out on her father's shoulders as he was running around the table, and her hugging the same stuffed rabbit in the box when it was still brand new. The name she gave him was Hopper.

Her spice rack

While the kitchen is often stocked to the brim with a myriad of seasonings, Primrose's personal spice rack would be a lot more simple. Salt, pepper, oregano, garlic powder, onion powder, chili powder, basil, rosemary, thyme, parsley, paprika, and cumin. These seasonings alone would be enough to work with in the day to day meal prep for her life.

Her makeup bag

Prim keeps a small brush, lip balm or lipstick depending on what she's wearing, a small tube of moisturizer, a hair tie, whatever eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara she might be wearing that day, both general and makeup wipes, and small bottles of her seasonal perfumes.

The back of her closet

At the back of Prim's massive walk in closet is her shoe collection stored in a cubby shelf that covers almost the entire open space of the wall. She chose the spot for it because she felt it'd make it easier for her to bounce between grabbing outfit clothes and matching her shoes to them.

Her laundry basket

For a period Primrose used to use a rolling hamper for her stuff. That caused her trouble though given she lives in a multistory building with its two laundry rooms being on the ground floor when her room is on the top floor. So she switched to using the personal laundry chute she had in her room, but it lead to her having to more frequently iron out wrinkles in her clothes. Eventually she returned to using a rolling basket again but enchanted it so that it'd take her clothes to and from the laundry room for her. That being said Prim does her personal laundry every week to keep it from piling up.

Her sock drawer

It was touched upon very briefly in this ask answer, but her sock drawer is packed with a wide array of socks, leggings, stockings, garters, and garter belts. The majority of her socks are thigh highs, but she has some varieties that are below the knee too. Everything is organized neatly into their proper groups based on style and then further divided by their colors.

Her keyring

In terms of actual keys Primrose has a key to the manor's front and back doors, the front and back gates, the skeleton key for the interior of the manor excluding her office, her office key, and the various keys to her different locking filing cabinets. She also has a little heart charm hanging from her key ring.

Her notebooks

She has so many notebooks that it's starting to become a bit of a problem in her office. There's an entire row of six three-drawer filing cabinets filled with them. All of them are full of brainstormed ideas for her books that haven't been used as well as her daily life journals. Prim had to start cycling out the oldest ones and relocating them into a dedicated sealed storage space to hold the sheer volume of writing she's done.

Her nightstand

On the nightstands that flank the sides of her bed sit a matching pair of touch activated lamps that emit a low light when turned on. On the side she typically rolls out of bed from is an alarm clock, a coaster, and a wireless charging dock for her phone. The nightstand has a single drawer where she keeps the current book she's reading as well as a second book as a back up for when she finishes her current one. Beside those books are a handful of letters she's gotten from fans that she keeps close by in case she needs a pick-me-up to start or end her day.