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"Me I fit fight for your love
But I no fit beg for your love
I no fit beg for your love
No no we
Baby, baby se'mi bi oba bi oba
I want you to treat me like a king!"
#Tunes#Mood#CompletePackage#AfroBeats#ItCantJustBeMeWhoFeelIt#ItsReallyAGameOfThrones#HouseOf...#HouseOfTBD#house of targaryen#Spotify
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Bryce and Danika as Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf 🎃🐺🖤
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#bryce quinlan#danika fendyr#crescent city#houseof earth and blood#house of sky and breath#sarah j maas#digital art#book art#clip studio paint
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DRIFTMARK 🌊
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd ep 7#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targeryan#game of thrones#alicent hightower#criston cole#houseof the dragon#viserys targaryen#otto hightower#laenor velaryon#corlys velaryon#vhagar#aemond targaryen
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Me: lucerys the baby’s crying could you change if and feed it
Lucerys ai: but that’s a woman’s job
I’m SHOOK !!!
EXCUSE ME???
Not my boy, my boy can’t do that??? That’s Aegon or Aemond coded — BUT LUCERYS???? I AM SHOCKED????? 😳
#HE SHOULD BE HELPING YOU HE WOULD NEVER DO THAT#LUKE WHY#funny#hotd#houseof the dragon#character ai#┆ ⤿ 💌 come chat with amira .ᐟ ୭#lovely anons <3#ask box messages#✧.* amiraverse#ask box#ask box open
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Laenor, literally mourning his sister.
Corlys: wtf is that useless gay doing?? this is unacceptable.
"Grandpa wtf was that for?"
#Laenor Velaryon#Corlys Velaryon#lucerys velaryon#houseof the dragon#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#house velaryon
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Margaret Beaufort
Margaret Beaufort was born on the 31st of May, 1443.
Her greatest claim to fame is her efforts to place her son Henry the Seventh. Margaret Beaufort was born on the 31st of May, 1443. Her greatest claim to fame is her efforts to place her son Henry the Seventh.
In 1455 she was married to Edmund Tudor, half-brother to King Henry the Sixth. She gave birth to her only son Henry Tudor at Pembroke Castle, aged only thirteen.
By this time Edmund Tudor was dead. Leaving her son in the care of his uncle Jasper Tudor, Margaret Beaufort married Sir Henry Stafford.
Her husband was killed on October 4 1471 at the battle of Barnet fighting for the Yorks. At the battle of Tewkesbury Lancastrian Prince Edward of Westminster was killed. This left Margaret Beaufort’s son Henry Tudor as the sole Lancastrian heir. He was forced to flee and mother and son would not see one another for fourteen years.
Margaret Beaufort Thomas Stanley 1sy Earl of Derby. Margaret Beaufort worked towards the restoration of her son. However, her plans were thrown into turmoil when instead of boy King Edward the fifth, Richard the Third instead succeeded. The deposed King and his younger brother were placed in the tower, never to be seen again.
Margaret Beaufort worked with Dowager Queen Elizabeth Woodville, mother of the disappeared boys. The arraignment was for Henry Tudor to overthrow Richard the Third and marry Princess Elizabeth of York.
On August 22nd 1485 Henry Tudor’s force met Richard the Third.
Margaret Beaufort became mother to the King of England.
Her son predeceased her on April 21, 1509. She lived just long enough to get her affairs in order and passed away on the 29th of June 1509 at Westminster Abbey.
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There are two types of satisfactions in life:
♠ Hitting Jimin’s orgasmic high note in “House of Cards” at-least ONCE
♥ And hitting that high note during the first chorus of “Brazen (Weep)” by Skunk Anansie.
#I can finally cross both off my bucket list#we ain't the same babe#jimin#park jimin#outro: houseof cards#brazen weep#skunk anasie#pjm#pjms#bts#bantansonyeondan
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why are you you and not somebody else?
huh. what. what. i've been staring at this one for days.
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. I WANNA GRAB AND SHAKE YOU BY THE SHOULDERS WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M LOSING MY MIND !!!!
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(PUMPDABEAT)
#SoundCloud#music#PUMPDABEAT⭕️🦉🔥#HouseOf⭕️ricci#Runway#evabustamove#vogue#voguing#vogue ballroom#vogue dance
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Okay so apparently the dragon fruit cactus isn't one connect one as I first thought. So I decided to separate into two pots. This one I will name Caraxes (from #Houseof theDragon ) and the other Saphira, Eragon's dragon from the Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolin (photo of her later). . . . #catuslover #dragon #houseplantsofinstagram #plants #houseplants (at Columbus, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpq8jF6DZ5K/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Juniper Andromeda and Fury Axtar from Crescent City by Sarah J. Maas
Available for commercial licensing. DO NOT REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION!
#juniper andromeda#fury axtar#crescent city#houseof earth and blood#house of sky and breath#sarah j maas#digital art#fanart
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Lucerys Velaryon▪️
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Betrayed Flames (Alucard x Reader)
Request: Hi! I came across your blog and found your writing very delightful! I wanted to suggest an AU for Alucard, one was an friends to enemies to lovers type or an AU in which the reader and Alucard knew each other beforehand but the reader died and was reincarnated but only Alucard remembers them. Thank you for considering! @houseof-harkness
Pairing: Adrian x Witch Reader
Summary: Fire, while capable of nurturing and providing warmth, could also be destructive and consuming. You carried the responsibility of balancing these opposing forces within you, understanding that your power could both create and destroy.
AN: I hope you like this. As always this will be getting a part 2 which I will be working on soon (*staring at my wips)
Deep within the secluded depths of the dense forest lies a hidden realm, veiled from the prying eyes of society. It is here that a group of individuals known as witches dwell, existing as social outcasts on the fringes of the broader population. These enigmatic beings have deliberately chosen seclusion, retreating from the bustling towns and cities to evade the clutches of the church.
Within the forest, they find solace and freedom, escaping the constraints imposed by society's norms and expectations. Surrounded by whispering trees and the mystical energies of nature, they embrace their unique abilities and knowledge, honing their craft in secrecy. These witches possess ancient wisdom passed down through generations, harnessing powers that the world often misunderstands or fears.
While the rest of society views them with suspicion or hostility, the witches find solace in their hidden haven, far removed from the watchful eyes of those who fail to comprehend their true nature. It is within these secluded woods that they commune with the forces of nature, forging a deep connection with the earth, the elements, and the unseen realms.
Their practices, rituals, and beliefs diverge from the teachings of the church, and it is this perceived deviation that has driven them into exile. Seeking refuge among the ancient trees, they preserve their traditions, explore the mysteries of the universe, and find a sense of belonging among their kind.
While the witches may remain hidden, their presence in the forest is palpable. It is a realm where magic and the supernatural intertwine, where secrets are whispered among the leaves, and where the witches can truly be themselves. The forest serves as their sanctuary, protecting them from the prying eyes and judgments of the outside world.
In the depths of the forest, the witches thrive, each possessing unique abilities and perspectives. They form a community bound by shared understanding and acceptance of one another. Together, they navigate the intricacies of their existence, drawing strength from the bonds they have forged and the hidden powers that lie within them.
You grew up in this forest, surrounded by women who rejected society in favor of practicing the powers gifted to them by the world. They were not just witches; they were farmers, warriors, scientists. Their seclusion promised more freedom than any prestige or social acceptance ever could.
While you did not live in extravagant palaces or adorn yourself with invaluable jewels, you were content spending your life wandering among the trees. Your home provided more comfort than any worldly riches could offer. It was far superior to the society that sought to burn you into oblivion.
You vowed never to let anyone harm your people, for as long as you stayed alive. You would unleash your fire upon anyone who dared to try. Yes, you were born with the magic of fire coursing through your veins—an insatiable hunger gripping you since the day of your birth.
However, you were also aware of the dual nature of your power. Fire, while capable of nurturing and providing warmth, could also be destructive and consuming. You carried the responsibility of balancing these opposing forces within you, understanding that your power could both create and destroy.
The forest was not the only solitary existence in those woods. You had the most peculiar neighbor in the form of Count Dracula, whom very few dared to challenge. Both the colony of witches and the Count existed in peaceful harmony.
But for you, you found a friend in Dracula's son, Adrian. A Dhampir, who, like you, knew very little of the world. You were both young and the forest became a playground for your adventures. Every day was an opportunity to explore springs, discover unique rocks, and create colorful bouquets out of weeds.
The forest became your playground, a realm where imagination knew no bounds. Amidst the whispering trees and dancing sunlight, you embarked on countless adventures, discovering hidden springs, collecting unique rocks, and creating vibrant bouquets out of humble weeds. Every day brought new excitement, a testament to the magic of friendship and the enchantment of nature.
Adrian, with his vampiric heritage, possessed extraordinary abilities that fascinated and intrigued you. He demonstrated his supernatural speed, effortlessly gliding through the forest like a fleeting shadow. His sharp fangs, a symbol of his vampiric lineage, both frightened and captivated you as you marveled at the unique traits he inherited.
In turn, you shared your own magic with Adrian, showcasing your burgeoning abilities with fireworks of light dancing on your fingertips. The night sky became your canvas as you wove spells of color and wonder, filling the air with shimmering displays. Adrian's eyes sparkled with joy and awe, his laughter echoing through the forest as your magic lit up the darkness, occasionally leaving burned holes in your dresses. Being a Dhampir, he was not bound by the limitations of the night. Together, you and your friend freely roamed the forest, exploring its wonders under both daylight and moonlight.
In a world where you were exiled for your nature, your friendship with Adrian became a saving grace.
You met Lisa, Adrian's mother, very early in your friendship. She was a human healer who displayed immense kindness towards you, the only human who had ever done so. Even your biological parents had not shown such compassion. Whenever you talked to Lisa, the fields of magic and science converged, creating a profound connection.
Even the reclusive colony of witches opened their gates to Adrian. They welcomed the child of Dracula into their homes, whether it was the ice witch with her unmelting snowflakes in the summer or the earth witch teaching both of you the language of trees.
The forest aligned its two forces, creating a community of two existences that had seldom communicated before.
However, it all came crashing down one day. You watched in horror as humans from the nearby village rushed in with torches and pitchforks. They burned your houses and harmed the people who raised you.
The witches fought back, and the forest seemed to join their cause. Elements danced on their fingers as they tried to defend what they had built with such effort. You stood there with them, countering the fire of the torches with the fire on your fingertips. But alas, fire does not quench fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the clearing you once called home.
Hidden behind metal shields, the humans came prepared with their wards. As you looked around, you could see humans closing in on your camp.
Someone had to hold them back, someone had to create an opportunity for others to reach the castle. Rushing others out of the way, you stood in front of the crowd that hollered at you with hate in their eyes. Fire raced on your fingers as you summoned the very last of your power.
It was enough to burn you and the rest of the crowd. It would buy time for others to make it to Adrian. And if, by some grace, you survived, you wanted to see your friend and thank him for his help.
As you fought alone, you felt the wetness of your blood flowing from your nose. Your eyes had been dry for a long time now. You blinked, trying to focus and spot potential attacks.
That's when you spotted him—Adrian. Relief washed over you as you watched him from afar. He had come at last. Your people had made it. But your relief shattered when you saw him standing next to your attackers.
Concealed behind the forms of men who shouted slurs at you, you observed his hard-set face, so different from the easy-going smiles of your friend. "Adrian," you called out, but he did not respond.
His face flickered with some emotion as you felt a pitchfork stab you. He did not reach forward to help you. No, he just stood there as your body collided with the cold, hard ground of the forest floor.
The men around you cursed death and doom upon you, while a priest walked ahead, muttering prayers that escaped you.
"Were the rest captured?" the man next to the priest asked as you held your arms behind your back. They cuffed your hands, and your magic died.
Your heart stopped when another man replied with a loud "yes" that rang in your head. No, no, no, they couldn't be captured. You looked at Adrian, who remained unmoving from his spot. He must have saved them. He would never let harm come their way…
"All dead." The world ceased to exist. Your eyes, which had dried a long time ago, filled up with tears.
As you lay on the ground, gasping for breath, your gaze locked with Adrian's. Anguish and confusion washed over you as you struggled to comprehend his betrayal.
"Why, Adrian?" you managed to choke out between breaths, your voice strained with hurt. "We were friends. We were supposed to protect each other."
Adrian's eyes met yours, but they were filled with anger and resentment instead of the warmth and understanding you once knew. "You witches… You're the reason my mother is dead!" he spat, his voice laced with bitterness.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to understand the depth of his pain. "Adrian, we would never harm Lisa. You know that! She was kind to me, to all of us."
His face twisted in a mixture of rage and grief. "Kindness? Is that what you call it? She was burned alive, mistaken for a witch! And what did your precious coven do? Nothing! You just stood by, letting innocent people suffer!"
The words pierced through your heart like a blade. "Adrian, you know it wasn't us. We didn't do this. We've always sought peace, harmony with nature. The villagers were the ones who attacked us, who attacked you!"
He sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "Don't play innocent with me. You witches and your powers, always manipulating, always pretending to be benevolent. But I see through it now. I see the truth."
Adrian declared coldly. "You witches have taken everything from me. Now it's time for you to pay."
When the men failed to burn you, their fire unable to harm you. They tied you to a heavy rock and pushed you into a stream where you had countless meetings with Adrian.
As you were dragged towards the stream, the weight of betrayal and sorrow weighed heavy on your heart. The sound of rushing water grew louder, drowning out any hope for reconciliation.
As the cold water engulfed you, your voice faded into silence, but the fire of vengeance burned brighter than ever within you.
But even as water rushed into your lungs and breathing became difficult, only one thought consumed your mind—vengeance.
You promised to return, and when you did, everyone would pay for their crimes, even your beloved friend would not be spared.
As your world fell into the darkness of the void. Not far away in a lavish room a woman labored as nurses and doctors rushed around her.
It had been hours since her contractions started. Even the most experienced of nurses seemed to have lost hope. The child should have been dead by now.
But then in a matter of seconds the situation flips itself as the anxious nursemaid hands the mayor the the village his daughter.
A daughter whose eyes shine brighter than any she's ever seen before.
#alucard#alucard x reader#castlevania#adrian tepes#friends to enemies#childhood friends#witches#Adrian x witch reader#adrian tepes x reader#betrayal#hurt and possible comfort
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gerard way wore a sparkly gold suitjacker.... and sang my way and headfirst for halos and planetary go and houseof wolves..... and existed in the same room as me at the same time i was there.... and the drum said "the howse always wins"...... and he wore sunglasses at the beginning???? nobody ever speak to me again actually i will never be the same
#mcr newark#mcr new jersey#mcr#mcr tour#my chemical romance tour#my chemical romance#gerard way#mikey way#frank iero#ray toro
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Y/N's Life At Hogwarts
Her Full Name: Y/N Potter Riddle
Her Parents: James Potter & Voldemort
Her House: Ravenclaw
Her BFF: Dean Thomas
Her Ex: Snape
Her Crush: Lily Potter
Y/n had always felt like an outsider at Hogwarts. Being the daughter of James Potter and Voldemort was a heavy burden to carry, especially since her houseof Ravenclaw was always seen as a beacon of light against the dark history of her parents. But Y/n was determined to make her own legacy and prove that she was not defined by the actions of her parents.
Despite the pressure she faced,Y/n found solace in her best friend, Dean Thomas. He never judged her for her parents' past and always supported her decisions. Y/n also had her beloved cat, Annie, who was always by her side, purring away her worries and woes.
However, her past romantic involvement with Severus Snape was a constant reminder of her parents' legacy. It had ended on bad terms, with Severus accusing Y/n of being just like her father. It hurt her deeply, but Y/n knew that Severus had never truly understood her.
Lately, Y/n had been developing feelings for Lily Potter, her father's former best friend. It was an unexpected crush, but Y/n couldn't help the way she felt. She found a kindred spirit in Lily and admired her fiery spirit.
One day, Y/n was walking around the Ravenclaw common room, lost in thought, when she saw Lily sitting alone. Y/n swallowed her nerves and approached her.
"Hi, Lily," Y/n said softly, her heart beating faster in her chest.
"Hello, Y/n," Lily said with a smile. "How are you?"
"I'm alright," Y/n said, trying to sound casual. "I was wondering if you'd like to maybe grab a coffee with me sometime?"
Lily's expression softened, and she nodded. "I would like that. Coffee sounds great."
Y/n left the common room, feeling elated. Maybe things were finally looking up for her. Maybe she could finally break free from her parents' legacy and forge her own path.
As Y/n walked to her next class, her thoughts were interrupted by a group of Slytherin students making snide comments about her parentage. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, reminding herself that she was so much more than just her family's past.
Y/n knew it wouldn't be an easy journey, but she was ready to face her challenges head-on. With her cat Annie by her side, her best friend Dean cheering her on, and her unexpected crush on Lily Potter giving her courage, Y/n was ready to make her own mark on Hogwarts.
#harry potter#harry potter scenarios#harry potter reactions#harry potter x reader#harry potter short story#james potter#moldy voldy#voldemort#tom riddle#Hogwarts#harry potter Hogwarts#ravenclaw#dean thomas#snape x reader#professor snape#severus snape#lily evans#lily potter
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