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buffysource · 2 months

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

3.05 | Homecoming

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spuffygifs · 1 year

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER S2E3: School Hard | S3E9: The Wish

#btvsedit #slayerdaily #spikedaily #buffysource #dailybtvs #spikeedit #tvedit #90sedit #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #spike btvs #cordelia chase #s2 #2x03 #s3 #3x09 #ch: spike #other: cordelia #**ours

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celias · 3 months

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Carstairs family, The Shadowhunter Chronicles

“You belong where you are loved.”

#my edits #litedit #yalitedit #*mine #userasena #userianny #useropal #userteodora #usertijana #usertweety #s: the wicked powers #s: the last hours #s: the dark artifices #s: the infernal devices #ch: jem carstairs #ch: emma carstairs #ch: mina carstairs #ch: alastair carstairs #ch: cordelia carstairs

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cthylla-rlyeh · 7 months

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OC Inspo- Tiffany Wagner

I OWN NONE OF THESE GIFS

#oc inspo #ch: Tiffany Wagner #jennifer check #helen shivers #regina george #cordelia chase #jackie burkhart #maddy perez #laura palmer #cassie howard #ocs #moodboard

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dreamerwithapen1 · 6 months

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Cordelia Dunlap

Death has followed Cordelia since she was a child, hovering over her shoulder, a constant unwelcome companion. A cold chill down her spine, a sharp tug in her gut, and she knew- someone nearby was dead. It was a horrible power to discover. One minute, she was standing in the crowd of mourners, holding her sister's hand, and in the next, she was gasping for air in a body that no longer needed it, staring at the inside of a locked coffin.

Needless to say, everyone in attendance at the funeral was traumatized that day. Cordelia- from inhabiting her great grandmother's corpse. And everyone else- from hearing screaming and rattling from inside the coffin containing a dead ninety-nine year old woman.

As the years went on, her power only continued to grow while her control over it remained shaky at best. It was a curse, a power that she hadn't asked for but that had been forced upon her by her parents. The only bright spot was her sister, Cate. The two of them were outcasts, despised by their parents, but at least they had each other... that is, until Indira Shetty walked into their small, isolated world with a kind smile and sympathetic eyes as beautiful, perfect promises left her lips.

Cate believed her. Cordelia didn't.

But she went along with it, allowing Dean Shetty to find a place for her at Godolkin University and gladly accepting the pills that dampened her powers. She was content to be a pawn in their games because it was easier to comply than to rebel.

Then she meets Golden Boy. And everything begins to fall apart.

Forever Tag: @darknightfrombeyond @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @bravelittleflower @darkwolf76 @stareyedplanet @thophil2941btw

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#ocappreciation #allaboutocs #ch: cordelia dunlap #fic: memento mori #gen v oc #gen v fanfic #gen v #luke riordan x oc #possible sam x oc #possible andre x oc

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motownfiction · 2 months

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blossoming hope

Charlie signs the bill after lunch with Cordelia. He’s not sure how long it’s been since the two of them have gone out together like this, but Cordelia was probably still in junior high. That was around the time she realized she didn’t have to spend time with him if she didn’t want to, so she didn’t. Ever since, their relationship has been hostile, cordial, frozen … anything but good.

But over the past few months, things have been different. There’s been a blossoming hope for father and daughter. When Charlie started therapy, his doctor told him to see how he could reach his kids, especially Cordelia. She might not be a kid anymore, but she’s still young, still hardly into her thirties. It’s never too late to remind your firstborn you love her.

That’s what Charlie’s doctor said, anyway. That he could remind her, that she could listen, but that didn’t mean she would accept him. And in fact, Charlie was pretty sure she wouldn’t. That she might take his phone call, wish him well, and never contact him again. But she didn’t. She said, Let’s meet at the diner we always used to go to, Dad. And that was already three and a half months ago.

Charlie’s not stupid. He knows why Cordelia wanted him gone before. But not fighting for her … that’s the dumbest thing he’s ever done. Assuming that love could tap out … that they were beyond redemption, either of them … he’s never been so stupid.

And Cordelia has never been so wonderful. Gregarious, funny, and talented. So unlike Charlie, who still often lives behind a shell (a shell that Elenore is trying desperately to shatter once and for all, to varying degrees of success). Cordelia has a deep laugh that starts out high, that can shake a whole room. It’s a laugh she learned from Sam. Maybe one day, when he feels more up to it, Charlie can apologize to Cordelia for making Sam drive that car on Christmas more than twenty years ago … for taking her uncle away from her … from taking him away from everyone.

But his doctor says a few steps at a time. That’s the best.

“So, Dad?” Cordelia asks. “When can we do this again?”

Charlie’s not sure if he’s ever been this happy. This proud. This … everything.

“Whenever works for you,” he says. “I am completely open.”

(part of @nosebleedclub march challenge -- day 1! i know i am so woefully behind, but i'm going to catch up)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: charlie doyle #ch: cordelia doyle #year: 2023

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existentialflirt · 8 months

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She really did try not to be a victim, but it was hard to be a human in a world full of monsters. Growing up on the Hellmouth had made her a bit more resilient than most. For example, she knew not to wander around at night alone in high heels. It had been a long time since she'd lived in heels, though. These days she preferred flats and sneakers. They were easier to run in.

Like now. She'd gotten a rare prescient vision and had been able to identify the group of vampires lurking about an alley near the convenience store store she'd been heading toward. So much for getting a box of rosé and staying in to watch shitty rom coms that got problematic by the year. Cordy crossed the street but they must of scented her, vamps were freaky like that, and began to follow. A brisk walk became a light jog, turned into a sprint. She wondered why they weren't running after her after a block and dared to look behind her.

Someone was fighting the group. Not Angel, not even Wes. From her viewpoint, she saw a whirlwind of feet and fists. Definitely a Slayer. Buffy? Cordy frowned. Usually it was a bit fucking deal when she came to L.A., mostly to brace Angel or keep him away, and she hadn't gotten a call from any of the Sccobs that Buffy would be visiting the city.

When the dust had literally settled, Cordy's curiosity turned to irritation as she walked back toward the dark haired woman who was brushing streaks of vampire ash off her leather pants. (She rolled her eyes. Honestly, who wore leather pants anymore? Well, she supposed, Faith did.)

"I don't mean to be ungrateful or whatever, but what the hell are you doing here?" She cast a vaguely disapproving look over her outfit. Unfortunately, having a dire sense of fashion looked really good on her.

for @wickedlehane 💗Cordy

#wickedlehane #MAIN v.2 | There's a black moon tonight shining down on the western neon lights (A:TS vibes mostly)#;I put my high heels on so I'm closer to God (ch: Cordelia Chase)#gestures vaguely at the angel series #sorry it's a little hefty #but sometimes I like exposition

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devilsmenu · 13 days

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@rainbowmuses - Cornelia & Guwon

"Have you ever felt like something is missing? Or maybe like... someone? I can't explain it, it's like a strange feeling like I miss someone but I don't know who it is" Guwon asked the other with a slight frown. He didn't cared about humans, so what was that feeling? And why he was talking with a human about it? He must be going insane. But the burn sensation in his ring said otherwise.

#rainbowmuses #feat cordelia #ch: guwon #insanity mention tw

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uriagii · 1 year

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i’m so excited to see alastair again! it’s been so long i miss him

#i’m also scared #catch me taking my anxiety meds #NOT excited to see ch*rles :(#the last hours tlh #chain of iron #alastair carstairs #chain of gold #thomastair #thomas lightwood #cassandra clare #tlh #chain of thorns #shadowhunters #cordelia carstairs

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buffysource · 22 days

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

2.03 | School Hard

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mvrgotrbbie · 7 months

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Location: Cordelia's house

Status: Closed for Cordelia Browning

Context: Heading over to Cordelia's, Summer is going to be shown the new house being brought by her and her current boyfriend

Tagging: @cordeliaeli

It was pretty evident that looking at Summer and Cordelia that there was an unspoken bond between them, out of all the siblings that they both had Summer could easily identify being closest to Delia, a nickname that she assigned to her pretty early on growing up. Summer knew that the relationship with her other siblings needed to be worked on and the blonde was very much aware of that but for the time the femme was leaning on her older sister as the singular primary tie to her family.

Traffic was a absolute bummer and Summer had texted before hand but the femme was still apologetic for the slight lateness to showing up; "You know how I said that if I ever felt like I was going to commit a crime that you needed to stop me?" sliding her sunnies onto the crown of her head; "With the traffic I witnessed out there, those was one of those times" not that she actually would commit a heinous crime like that but it wasn't something to put past her

#( closedstarter. )#( ch: cordeliaeli. )

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arrsvid · 2 years

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singing, sinking, dying, diving;

#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 render #ts4 #ts4 edit #sims 4 edit #ch: cordelia bourgoin #yes i've retouched cordelia's face again

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avoidingcertaindoom · 2 years

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Pridewrite P5~ Occult

Takes place almost a decade ago for my OC timelines, so Shirki* is technically a pre/mid transition character who's since socially transitioned as transmasc and named themself Enoby. As of the time of this fic they use they/them and go by their middle name.

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"Quiet, quiet…"

Shirki went up to assure their aunt that yes, everything was fine, they were telling spooky stories and she absolutely didn't need to worry, the basement was fine for a sleepover…

Meanwhile, Delia enlisted Zadkiel's help in arranging candles around their set up and allowed him to light it with a holder he'd lifted from his parents shabbat drawer, hand waving the questions about if it was necessarily "respectful" since they had spares.

"You're absolutely sure it's nothing to use them to summon the dead?"

"I'll bury them in salt or something afterwards. You want these lit or no?"

She rolled her eyes and focused on the other task at hand, polishing the main event of the night; a smooth wooden board with careful black lettering.

The planchette it had come with had been discarded in favor of a small loop of metal Shirki was currently spinning between their fingers, and as they finally came down from assuaging their aunt's worries they flopped down on the empty sleeping bag to watch them prepare. "If your parents don't want blasphemed candle sticks I'll take them."

"Not in Yesenia's house you won't."

"Oh so your parents can have cool cursed shit but my aunt's too good for it?"

"Yes, duh."

Delia flicked Zadkiel's ear and pinched the candle in the holder out. "Anyway, shall we?"

Careful to leave the standing candles undisturbed, they all sat around the Ouija board and each placed their hands on the metal loop, and Delia spoke in a low, steady voice to call out to any spirits present that would be so kind as to answer them. And then they waited. And waited.

Zadkiel rattled the loop. “Hello? It’s a yes or no question--”

“Hush.”

“What, it’s not exactly--”

“You shook out ‘hush’.” Shirki replied, nonchalant.

Delia chuckled. “Even the board doesn’t want to hear you talk.”

“It’s a coincidence!” He protested. “You ask it a question, see what it says to you.”

Still snickering, she drummed her fingers over the loop while she tried to think of something. “Hmmm… Will I marry a beautiful girl someday?”

The circlet rattled again, all three side eyeing each other to see who’d own up to the movement, but after shaking over the stenciled letters it slid smoothly to no. Now it was Zadkiel’s turn to laugh and Delia swore at him and stubbornly crossed her arms.

Shirki rolled their eyes. “I might skip on mine, I don’t exactly want to be dragged by dead people.”

“Oh please, you’ve got to figure something out, no?” Zakiel asked.

They scoffed. “Even if I wanted to, I don’t really think I’m gonna get anything sure out of a game board.”

“Oh? What would impress you then?”

Shirki lifted their hands off, nudging Zadkiel’s knee to get him to do the same. “Now ask something.”

“It doing nothing would impress you?” Delia asked, tilting her head.

“It doing anything would.” They confirmed. “The metal thingy is your dad’s right? It ought to do something.”

Veritably unimpressed, Delia propped up her good leg and leaned against her knee. “Of course, smart ass spirits are definitely to make a spectacle for you.”

Zadkiel opened his mouth to give his own two cents, but before he could share the candles guttered, bathing the trio in blinking lights before erupting in a unified shower of sparks that fell onto and caused the board to begin smoking.

Shirki lurched forward and dumped a glass of ice water on the board, and as it went out so did the candles, pitching the basement in darkness.

“...You had to open your big mouth.”

“I didn’t even do anything this time!”

“I mean Mx. ‘Anything would impress me’.”

“Oh. Yeah Shirki--”

“Oh, be quiet.” Flipping on a torch, Shirki examined the board, noting that while they hadn’t seemed so bad initially the board was littered with deep scorch marks, though not anywhere near the resting loop. Charred wood made itself evident around letters ‘B’, ‘E’, ‘N’, ‘O’, and ‘Y’.

Zadkiel traced them out himself. “Are they saying there's bones in here? I thought that was an American thing.”

“Boney with a ‘Y’,” Delia corrected, then frowned and looked down. “Actually that doesn’t make any more sense? The hell…”

“Obviously it’s ‘No Bye’.” Shirki snorted and clicked off the torch. “Smart ass spirits, guess you were right Delia.”

Zadkiel poked at the board. “Are we not gonna focus on them trying to burn down the building though? At all?”

Laying back down, Shirki scooted their sleeping bag further back from the board. “Why?”

“Like. At least get out the salt. Iron. Something.”

“It can wait til morning.”

Huffing, Zadkiel dismantled the candlesticks himself and shoved them-- along with as much of the board as he could manage, into the deep freezer plugged in near the staircase. For good measure he left his magen david on the handle, not sure how that would work but figuring it couldn’t hurt anything else.

Delia mumbled something sounding awfully sarcastic, but she was drifting off to sleep so quickly she fumbled off her prosthetic leg and clumsily set it next to her sleeping bag before her head hit the pillow. Not sharing her sudden drop of adrenaline, Shirki propped up their head on the side of their cot closest to Zadkiel and stared while he got himself down to sleep.

“Think I can pull it out in the morning and ask for name ideas?”

“I’ll give you a full list of names if we can just bury it in the dumpster first thing.”

“Can we buy a new one?”

“Goodnight--”

#pridewrite 2022 #pridewrite2022 #pridewrite #pw5 #occult #ch: enoby wais akantha #ch: zadkiel chayyim #ch: cordelia lindquist #//just a queer friendgroup #//ghosts predicting future names #//noteworthy identity is the enby #iole writes #project; immortal coil

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xradiant · 2 years

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@kingdom-of-vanity asked:

❛ 06 . a kiss during a fight . (from Michael Langdon to Cordelia Goode)

she wants to spit at him, wants to toss something, anything at the audacity that he works with. his lips pressed to hers felt like a sneer, an insult, an attack if it was anything. her eyes widen and anger crosses her features as she backs away from him. “ touch me again and I’ll - “ she’ll what? he can overwhelm her in an instant. the threat dies on her tongue and yet she holds strong. she wants to. what happens if she gives in? the thought had occurred to her. if she gave in to his plans would all of this become easier? was she shaking? or was this just a passing thread?

#interaction ; cordelia & michael #ch: cordelia goode #kingdomofvanity

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motownfiction · 7 months

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trespassing

For the first couple of months after Charlie returns to his old apartment, it feels like trespassing.

Everything looks the same except for everything that doesn’t. He knows that doesn’t sound like anything, and he’s a little bit embarrassed of it. But he knows what he knows. The couch is the same, but the red wine stain on it isn’t. Carrie never really drank before. Cordelia says she didn’t really drink while Charlie was gone, either. Just a glass at the end of every week when she was done grading papers. Still rocked Charlie’s world when he found out. When they were together (the first time, the second time, however the hell you want to measure the times Charlie and Carrie have broken up and found their way back together), the hardest thing Carrie ever drank was a Coca-Cola with slightly more ice than usual.

Of course, now that she’s pregnant again (now that Charlie is back for a real reason), she won’t be drinking any of that, either.

Sometimes it slaps Charlie across the face that his wife is about to have another baby.

Sometimes it slaps him across the face that his former mistress is about to have her first baby. And when it does, it slaps him even harder.

His side of the bed feels different than it did before he left. Carrie says that no one else has slept in it, apart from Cordelia, the first two weeks after Charlie left and any time there was an especially loud thunderstorm. Charlie can’t breathe right after that. He’s lost track of how long he’s been gone, but it was long enough so that Carrie and Cordelia made up their own codes, their own traditions. And Charlie was never part of them. He will never be part of them. What they made started and ended when he walked out the door and came right back through it.

Carrie says it’s so good to have him back. Cordelia gives him a big warm hug every time either of them walks through the door after a long day of something. And in those moments of praise and warmth, Charlie forgets what he’s doing here. He forgets he ever left.

Then he notices the red wine stain on the couch, the absence of John Coltrane from the bin of old records, and pictures of moments he only heard vaguely described over scratchy phone calls.

Yeah.

Sounds about right.

(part of @nosebleedclub september challenge -- day xv! i am embarrassingly behind, as always)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: charlie doyle #ch: carrie sullivan #ch: cordelia doyle #ship: crazy love #year: 2005

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existentialflirt · 7 months

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@sunnydalescoobiies said: "I'll do anything for a woman with a knife." / from spike to cordelia

Cordy made a face, pure disgust. He was the worst kind of person. Spike thought the was very funny and the hottest shit to get bitten. Cordelia Chase wasn't impressed and never had been. She was half tempted to press the blade into his neck, see how much he liked it when his own blood was involved, but the pocket knife was barely sharper than a butter knife and the vampire probably knew it. He was gloating. Asshole.

"I hope I'm there when you say that to the wrong person," Cordy snapped as she pulled the knife away. She really didn't know why she bothered but living in Sunnydale and associating with a Slayer had made her paranoid. So she carried a knife at night, but couldn't ignore the fact that she'd be useless in the face of a real threat. Not that Spike wasn't, but he was like a cat. He liked to toy with his prey first.

"What do you want?"

#sunnydalescoobiies #MAIN | Welcome to the Hellmouth (BtvS)#;I put my high heels on so I'm closer to God (ch: Cordelia Chase)#och I hope this is alright #it reads as clumsy in my dumb thembo brain lmao

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