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glyphcxre · 2 years

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I told you I was on my canon divergent nonsense again

INTRODUCING: Asra

BASICS

Full Name: Luz Noceda

Alias: ‘ Asra ’

Nicknames: ^^^

Sex / Gender: Nonbinary (They/Them preferred. Is ok with she/her)

Right or Left: Leftie

Age: 17

Height: 5′7

Eye Color: Previously, chesnut brown. One of their eyes is now permanently silver.

Hair Color: Dark brown.

Distinguishing Marks: Has many scars. Most notable of which are across the eyes. Posessed by the Trickster God Eshu in the past, they now bear scars to match the defining marks on his mask.

Paragraph Of Physical Traits: Asra stands at 5′7, and is rather fit from what she was prior. They have been through a lot and have had to get a lot stronger physically as well as in magic. Their hair is often worn swept to the side, and has grown a little longer than canon Luz’s. She does keep it trimmed down though underneath and on the side. They have a permanently silver left eye, and bear the mark of the trickster across their face. They also have many scars on their arms and back from fights.

FAMILY / RELIGION

Parents / Guardians: Camillia Noceda (Status, unknown).

Siblings: N/A

Marital Status: N/A

Significant Other(s): Nyx. Her timeline’s Amity. While dating in title, they don’t see each other as much as they wish to.

Children: N/A

Other Relatives: N/A

Pets: Serphent Palisman named Elio (Sun), had a familiar previously but it perished.

Friends: Nyx, Willow, Gus, Eda, King Hunter (Deceased), Edric, Emira(deceased) . (Previously) Un-named Luz squad. They are looking for new friends and allies right now.

Enemies: Belos (Deceased), Eshu Heyoka, Un-named Luz.

Ethnicity: Afro-Latine, Dominican

Religion: n/a. Has religious trauma, isn’t a fan.

Beliefs: Whatever their morality leads them to believe.

Superstitions: Probably a few, mostly to do with mimics, Eshu, etc. They’re kinda paranoid now.

Languages: Spanish, English, French.

Diction / Accent: They have a calm and reserved way of speaking, but when comfortable can be upbeat and bouncy.

SCHOOL / WORK / HOME

Education: Hexside up to 12th grade---never graduated.

Degree(s): N/A

Occupation: “The Night Traveler”. They currently travel the multiverse, researching what they can, saving who they can, and trying to prevent the great dying, Eshu’s plan to unravel the multiverse.

Own or Rent: They rent, hotel rooms, bed and breakfasts, apartments from time to time. Sometimes in a rut they have taught themselves to build shelters.

Living Space: Wherever they can find.

Work Space: If they’re lucky the place they stay will have a desk.

Main Mode of Transport: Staff, teleportation, walking. Sometimes they will borrow horses, or other transport animals.

PSYCHOLOGY

Fears: Eshu, Losing more people, dark water, severely claustrophobic.

Secrets: They feel like a danger to be around, and feel disgusted that they’ve been branded with the mark of Hoyoka. They don’t like looking at themselves in mirrors because of it and will cover the scars with makeup.

IQ: Very intelligent.

Eating Habits: Ok. They eat what they can get. They learned not to be picky pretty quickly.

Food Preferences: If they had a preference, they really like sweet and sour type food, mostly meats. and pastas.

Sleeping Habits: Extremely poor and erratic. they have night terrors a lot, and sometimes wake up short of breath.

Music Preferences: Calming music. They don’t get to listen to music often. Other types of music they’re okay with too, but again--can’t listen much.

Leader or Follower: Leader.

Planner or Spontaneous: They were spontaneous, and at their core nature maybe they are. But they’ve gotten into the habit of planning, unpredictability frightens them, thanks to Eshu.

Journal: Yes.

Hobbies: Writing, Poetry, Piano. They also really love animals and like to take care of them. Magic is a hobby for them too. they love it.

How Do They Relax: Usually tea, and music. Sometimes they like to star gaze, until it makes them uncomfortable.

What Excites Them: Learning new things, light magic, seeing plants thriving somewhere. Food, new experiences.

What Stresses Them: The dark (ironically), loud wind, percussion sounds, unidentified shadows, Dead silence, the moon.

Pet Peeves: They don’t like being compared to other people, and they don’t like having their mistakes brought up. They harbor a lot of guilt from their past.

Prejudices: They try not to have prejudice, even if they fear something. But they can’t help but feel uncomfortable around mimics. Even if they know its their nature to be the way they are. They hate Eshu with a burning passion.

Attitudes: When comfortable, they can be rather snarky and playful, if you dont’ know them are they are unsure about you they can come off as closed off and aloof.

Obsessions: Finding Eshu and putting the universe back in balance. Not feeling alone.

Addictions: They have a weird penchant for collecting sheet music..and sometimes they’ll keep it to learn it, or sometimes they’ll use it for crafts, pieces in poetry, letters, etc.

Ambitions: To have a somewhat normal life, for their timeline to be put back together.

ASTROLOGY / PHISIOLOGY

Birth Date: December 30th 2004

Sign: Capricorn

Traits Associated with Western Sign: Ambitious, hardworking, entusiastic.

Chinese Zodiac Sign: monkey

Traits Associated with Chinese Sign: Intelligent, lively, active

Handwriting: Very neat, they have really good penmanship.

Sexual History: n/a

General Health: All over the place. They probably get stress/anxiety illness more than anything.

Mental Disabilities: PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, RSD , ADHD the list goes on.

Allergies: Lactose intolerant, but does not seem to care enough to stop.

OBJECTS KEPT IN

Purse / Bag: Important documents they found, their phone, several money pouches with different currencies, pens, a few stress toys, a mp3 that still works, hair product.

Wallet: Not a lot, some money when they need it.

Fridge: n/a

Medicine Cabinet: n/a

Glove Compartment: n/a

Junk Drawer: n/a

Backpack: Clothes, their staff, wallet, Glyphs etc.

Desk: n/a

Clothes Pockets: Sometimes gum or candy, or potions they need. Glyphs.

OTHER

Halloween Costumes: They dont’ really do halloween anymore. They like halloween though.

Talents: Good at Poetry, Calligraphy, and music. Way more versed in Lunar magic than most Luzes. Despite this they still love light magic, and miss being able to do that.

Politics: Fuck belos. Fuck Eshu.

Flaws: Aloof, Stubborn at times, stuck in their own head a lot, Nervous, Paranoid, Shy.

Strengths: Loving, Loyal, very excitable when comfortable, fast learner, affectionate and outgoing when they feel confident enough to do so. Also despite their hesitance, when they are comfy around someone they have a good sense of humor, and will often initiate jokes.

Drugs / Alcohol: n/a.

Passwords: Only has one for their phone, its their anniversary with nyx.

Prized Possessions: A good luck light charm their Amity gave them its supposed to ward off evil spirits and protect.

Time and Place: 1:30 am in the timeline they are in, they are currently lurking amongst a certain chat with other luz’s. Wanting to be involved but not knowing what to say. They can’t sleep, the wind and rain are too loud, the trees are casting funky shadows. They are alone and uncomfortable.

Special Places: The owl house will always be a special place for them, they miss being able to go there for comfort.

Special Memories: Their first date with Nyx, it was ironically a dance for the lunar harvest, and they got to dress super fancy. Asra thinks fondly of how happy they were and how excited she was to be able to start a new life in the Isles. It was only a year and a half ago. wild.

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Tagging: o - o

#;ooc #long post #I TOLD YOU #DID I NOT TELL YOU #test muse: Asra

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qveens · 3 months

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chesnut eyes widened softly, kiara was just impressed but her smile brightened as the mental image of daisy ice skating in such young age crossed her mind. “dude, you do realize that is freaking impressive, don’t you?” she chuckled, and her words brought warmth to her chest. she knew of her adoption; kiara had always thought her parents had won the lottery in having her as a daughter. “this sounds like such a sweet way to bound, see... how long did it take you to become so good?!” curious question, but next moment her smile dropped a little at her eating disorder ordeal. “damn... i’m sorry, daisy, i am? just so you know... you got me, like i know i can hold onto you in case i slip here, alright?” in other words, she wanted her to know she was here if she ever needed her to be. then she watched her moves, and panted nervously before she spreaded her legs open wider until she reached out to grab her hands when she felt she was close of losing her balance. “maybe i did a little too wide... jesus christ, bet you never met anyone so rusty?!”

daisy smiled back at kiara, taking the complement in stride. she didn’t have many friends and wasn’t used to being complemented by anyone outside of her immediate family, so the sentiment meant the world to her. “a long time. i’d say a few year’s worth of practicing. it’s a big commitment.” daisy looked down for a moment, not wanting to seem like she wanted sympathy because of her issues and curled her hand around kiara’s. “nah, i’ve seen a lot worse.” other than her little sister, she’d never taught a beginner, but had seen plenty of kids and grown adults fall all over the ice. “i got you. um, can this stuff stay between us? most of the others know, but not everyone. it's kind of embarrassing and i don't want anyone's pity, you know?" @clairelilcorner

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mcdermottskafte · 2 years

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Chestnuts will be available in 2022 for dogs to eat? In many families, dogs are fed food that people eat.

To reward them for being good or to satisfy their desire, they are given some food. There is no way to know exactly how it will affect their bodies or if it is healthy. As the weather cools and falls, more chestnuts are eaten. It is likely that at some point you have eaten food in front of your dog and given him a bite. Would they be able to eat those things if they ate them? Discover how dogs benefit from eating chestnuts, whether they can eat them, and what benefits they get. Is it safe for dogs to eat chestnuts? If dogs eat chestnuts, they will not get sick. A dried fruit with many health benefits, chestnuts are safe for dogs to eat. You have to follow a few rules if you want your dog to eat chestnuts: Providing your dog with too many chestnuts could cause them to become sick or have digestive issues. Your pet should eat chestnuts that are cut into small pieces in order to avoid choking. There is a very big difference between small and large breeds of dogs in this respect. Use on an occasional basis: Make sure your dog eats chestnuts regularly. Dried fruit can cause pancreatitis if consumed often. Chestnuts should be fed to your dog raw, without salt or anything else added to them. The chestnut puree could also be mixed with the normal feed. Do chestnuts have any benefits for dogs? Small amounts of chestnuts can be given to your dog, but it's important to remember its health benefits. Despite being one of the worst foods for dogs, it has nutrients and properties that make it good for health, including: Maintain the health of your teeth and bones. Calcium is in chestnuts. Consuming it keeps dogs' bones and teeth healthy. Keep https://sites.google.com/view/dogtrainingguides/ and ensure that it gets enough exercise to help prevent this. There are some physical activities that are not good for dogs or are not good for a particular dog due to its current health. In spite of eating calcium, the animal's joints and bones were not as healthy as they could have been. You can feel the benefits of them on your heart. Chesnuts contain omega 3 and omega 6 fatty acids, just like other nuts. Healthy hearts and the prevention of heart diseases are both helped by these fats. A dog's heart condition can be detected by several signs. Stimulation of the nervous system Eating this dried fruit keeps the nervous system healthy, as it contains minerals as well as vitamin B. It is evident that dogs' health is improving and that neurological diseases are being prevented. Intestines are a favorite destination for them. The fibre in chestnuts is beneficial to your pet's digestive system if he eats them in moderation. In contrast, eating too much would cause problems in the intestines instead of improving their flow. To prevent the digestive system from becoming strained, you should keep an eye on the number of chestnuts your dog can eat so that it doesn't eat too much fibre. Read this other article about how to give, how much, and what not to give your dog when it has trouble going to the bathroom. Chesnuts are safe for diabetic dogs to eat. It is also possible for dogs with diabetes to enjoy chestnuts once in a while. Having carbohydrates as a source, which break down into sugars when digested, these dogs can eat small amounts of them occasionally and with caution, since their glucose levels need to be monitored. Even if it causes his glucose level to drop, you can give him a chestnut.

#pet #pets #puppies #puppy

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momiji-bookhouse · 2 years

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hii 👋 i want to be with kazuha at 4 am!!

[4 am]: "if you're lonely, come be lonely with me"

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pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!reader

genre: Fluff

You have yet to determine if the existence of 24/7 convenience stores is a good thing or not, for without them you would definitely not go for a snack run this late.

You bow sheepishly at the cashier as you enter the store, the girl only acknowledging you with a slight nod as she turns away to yawn. You feel a slight pang of guilt, and resolve to be as quick as possible.

The sharp lighting makes you blink your tired eyes a couple of times as you walk down the aisles, the feeling of sleepiness dull in the back of your brain as you fill your basket with snacks of all kind.

You go over to the dessert section, cupping your chin in thought as you look over the selection. Your eyes brighten when they spot the mont blanc cake, the limited edition dessert signaling the beginning of fall. You have been waiting forever for the dessert to come back on store shelves, just the thought eating the sweet chesnut cream and the soft sponge cake is enough to make your stomach grumble.

And there's only one left!

Your hand immediately fly over to grab the container, making contact with another hand just about to do the same thing as you.

"Oh!" You jolt as your fingers brush the stranger's, retreating your hand back in surprise. "Excuse me."

"No it's all right." His voice makes you stop, smooth and dulcet like one of the voices that you can listen to forever even if they are narrating the most boring book in the world. For a brief moment, you wonder if you can commission him to read you a bedtime story. Maybe then you can fall asleep.

You turn your head over and had to hold back a sound of surprise.

'Pretty.' That's the first thought that come to your mind. His silvery-white hair seems to glow under the fluorescent light while a thick strand of vibrant red hair catch your attention. His eyes are the same hue, blending into an orangy-yellow shade that reminds you of the sunrise. Even with the fading dark circles under his eyes, there's no denying how insanely pretty and good-looking he is.

"You want this, right?" He gestures to the cake, and you had to blink a few times to snap yourself back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yes! The mont blanc," you fumble over your words.

"You can have it."

"Are you sure?" You look at him in surprise.

He smiles kindly and take the cake off the shelf before putting it in your basket. "I insist, you look like you really want it."

"Thank you." You feel something fluttering in your stomach, but he only nods and smiles at you before going to another aisle.

The fluttering sensation remains as you pass by the ice cream case. It makes you question why he is at a convenience store at this hour. Granted, you're also here at an ungodly hour, but when it's only the two of you, you have to wonder...

Your eyes pass over the twin ice cream bars, and a rush of nostalgia hit you. You can almost smell the summer heat and the sunshine on your skin. Hear the cicadas sing their cacophonous song as you escape the heat by sitting under the shade of a tree. Hear the satisfying snap of the bar breaking into two as you offer it with a bright smile to someone next to you.

It's such a shame you have no one you can share this with anymore.

You put the ice cream back and close the case with a melancholic sigh, choosing to walk to the register with your basket instead.

Once the cashier rings up everything and you gave her can of coffee as thanks, you leave the store with a bag full of snacks. The sky is barely lit up with a splash of pale yellow as the stars still twinkle in your view under a cloak of dark purples and blues blending into a lighter shade.

You're breathing in the early morning air when you become aware of someone standing next to you.

"Sorry if I'm disturbing you." It's the same mellifluous voice as before. "But I bought this ice cream bar and I was wondering if I can share it with you?"

Your eyes widen in surprise when you see him with the same ice cream bar you picked up.

"I don't know what it is, but it certainly taste better when you share it with someone, don't you think?"

You remain still for a moment and then nod, a smile making its way up to your face. "You're right."

He breaks the bar into two with a snap and gives one half to you. You take it and bite the ice cream and instantly you feel like you're transported back to your childhood, a time where everything seems simpler and more magical.

There is no words exchanged between the two of you as you eat your ice cream, and perhaps that is okay. Perhaps there doesn't always have to be a need for people who don't know each other to strike up a conversation.

Perhaps it's enough for two lonely souls to exist side by side, connected by some chance meeting or perhaps even fate, even just for a moment.

#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha drabbles #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #sagi's recommendation #momiji's collection #momiji's 100 followers event

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silverarmedassassin · 3 years

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Clandestine Meetings - Prologue

Bucky x reader | Word Count: 1012 | Warnings: Charming Bucky?

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One year, six months, and fourteen days.

That’s exactly how long you’ve been graduated from college; exactly how long you’ve tried and consistently failed at launching your writing career.

It’s not that you’re bad at writing. According to every editor, blog-runner, and marketing director you’ve submitted work to, it was simply timing, not you. And as much as you try to not let it affect you, you’re one rejection letter away from throwing in the towel and accepting you’re going to work as an underpaid barista for the rest of your life.

That was, however, until you received a call from Stark Publishing, the leading publishing company in North America. It wasn’t a glamorous position, just something akin to an assistantship gig that you're sure you’ll still be underpaid for. At least you were getting your foot in the door, though, right?

Right. Or, that’s at least what you tell yourself as you settle into the high-tech elevator in the flashiest office building in New York City. You press the button for the 45th floor, stomach doing a few somersaults as you think of being up that high, and dare the doors to shut before anyone else can get in. You couldn’t get that lucky, of course, and right before the doors closed, a tan, perfectly kempt hand shoves its way in.

“Thank god,” the owner, a deliciously tall, wonderfully lean man pants as the doors part for him. “Already late for this meeting.” He vigorously pushes the button for the 43rd-floor repeatedly as if it will make the elevator move quicker.

You internally curse the universe. Not only were you losing your mind over this interview with Mr. Stark, the owner of the magazine, and his editor-in-chief Ms. Potts, but now you were also stuck in a small space with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on. As if you weren’t sweating enough.

Your hands grow even clamier as you grip your faux leather portfolio just a little tighter. You cast your gaze down at a kitten-heeled foot, which is now anxiously tapping on the metallic floor.

“Nervous ‘bout somethin’?” the handsome stranger asks, voice deep like espresso and as smooth as whiskey.

You chance a peek at the man and find two light blue orbs looking down at you, dancing with amusement. A little stubble shadows the sharp angles of his jawline, and his pink, pillowy lips turn up into a shy grin. The smile looks familiar, like something you’ve seen in a dream long ago, but you can’t place a finger on it. You know for a fact you’ve never met this man before - you’d remember someone like him. Plus, you doubt he runs in the same circle as you, considering the sunglasses perched on top of his perfectly quiffed Chesnut locks look like they cost double your rent. It made sense, especially if he worked for Stark. Maybe you’ll be in that position one day, you hope.

The man shifts a little, making you realize you’ve been staring a little too long without actually saying anything. You quickly avert your eyes as your cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Uh, I’ve got an interview,” you say shakily. “With the big man himself.”

The stranger offers a chuckle that gently reverberates in his chest. “Nah, you don’t have anything to worry about. Stark’s all talk. Absolutely no bite.” You look back up at him and find that his grin has doubled in size. “You just gotta walk in there with your head held high and show him who’s in charge of this interview.”

“That’s easier said than done,” you mumble. You’ve been shy and a little unsure of yourself before you started interviewing, but after the endless stream of “we regret to inform you” emails and calls, your confidence is at an all-time low.

The man shrugs and crosses his bulky arms over his broad chest. He doesn’t know who you are. He may have a preconceived notion from reading your resume or stalking your social media, but he doesn’t know you. My ma always told me to fake it ‘till I made it and, well, it’s worked so far.” He flashes that smile at you again, a genuine smile with teeth gleaming even in the dim elevator lighting and crinkles creasing the corners of his eyes.

How is he so perfect?

“Even if you’ve got the confidence of a three-legged horse racin’ in the Kentucky Derby, you need to pretend that you don’t. You’re young, beautiful, and obviously smart if Stark is even considering you for a position. You just gotta believe it until you become it.”

The laughter that bubbles up from your tummy surprises you. “Do you do this often? Give pep talks to strangers in elevators?”

This makes his eyes crease again with joy, and you can’t help but preen a little at the fact you were, for the moment, the source of this man’s happiness. “Only when they’re real pretty.”

You feel your cheeks heat up again as the elevator dings, and an automated Irish-lilted voice chimes through the small space, informing you that you’ve reached the 43rd floor. You can’t help but feel a rush of disappointment now that your ride with this man is over. You wish you could channel some of that mock confidence he was just talking about and ask him for his name. But as luck would have it, you can’t make yourself speak.

“Well, this is where I say goodbye,” the man says as he fixes the sleeve of his jacket - not quite a suit but much nicer than your average sweater. “Good luck on your interview!” he cheerfully says as he steps out. “Remember, you’re great, and you go this.”

You can hear the echoes of his voice greeting staff members as he turns to make his way down the hall. You longingly watch as the doors close slowly. You suddenly found a motivation other than paying bills and eating for wanting this job. And it just so happens to be heading for a meeting.

#Bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #actor!bucky #actor AU #marvel au #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #clandestine meetings

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metsaahenki · 3 years

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Chapter one

stranger and the chestnuts

attention: I am not very good at english and the text was translated by me and my friend!enjoy!

after another winter hibernation, which regularly comes every winter in the moominvalley, approximately in the last week of February, a lonely, lost, lame animal came to the valley. he was not great in stature, a little smaller than mumriks, but there was so much rudeness and anger in this little creature! he limped on one paw and leaned on a stick very suitable for a cane (it was rounded as all canes should be). he did not know anyone and was not particularly in a hurry to get to know each other, he was unpleasant and alien to everyone, not everyone tolerated rudeness towards themselves, which the foreigner abused.

the snow was melting. From morning to evening, water ran through the drainpipes and froze at night, forming crystals on the roofs. frosts have not yet left these lands.

the foreigner did not have a home, he did not have one before. in its provision, a house - with a roof, walls and an entrance door, possibly a couple of windows, and also a chimney from which a ball of smoke comes out. how the house looked inside the animal had no idea, because he had never been a guest before. he slept in some kind of cozy hummock, suitable for him in shape, on moss or buried in the leaves, the more important is to be comfortable. now the situation had not changed at all, he still slept on the street, but now it was an abandoned hollow.

from day to day the moomin family was to wake up. the stranger did not know what he was counting on, he was told briefly “keep your way to the moominvalley, one family will help you, you will not mix it up with anyone else”. he had nothing to do, no matter where to go, however, the animal considered itself useless in all its degree: he was limping, he cannot drag heavy things, scattered, slow, everywhere like a fifth wheel. but even such a gloomy creature wanted to be needed and loved, he did not have a family, or rather he was left to fend for himself - his parents either abandoned, or were just as absent-minded and lost while picking rowan berries.

“Maybe tomorrow I will sleep in bed under a thick blanket” with such a thought the animal fell asleep, curling up into a ball.

very early in the morning, when there was not even a ray of sunshine yet, he was awakened by a pouring rain that beat like a drum in the hollow. wet and frightened, the foreigner jumped out of the flooded tree trunk and shivered from the cold, clutching his paws as closely as possible to each other. where to run? where to hide? the crowns of trees are bare and the benefits of them are exactly the same as that of a leaky umbrella. the eyes did not have time to get used to the twilight and everything looked soapy and spooky.

- What are you standing there, you fool, theres downpour! Or is it such a specific way to take a morning shower for you? - a voice sounded from behind. the animal turned sharply and stared with a rounded eyes at the dark figure with an umbrella.

-the place where I slept today is flooded and in the dark I see badly, I don't know where to go, damn it!

not a word more, and the dark figure covered the small creature, soaked to the bone, under its huge umbrella. led the savior towards the house, the rescuer following him. they came to a large house and it resemble a chestnut tree in shape. the sky was brightening, but because of the huge rain clouds that did not let the light through, the rising sun was simply not visible, which made the foreigner's soul even more disgusted. in any light, the stranger could make out the face of a fellow traveler. “Are these the moomins that were talking about? no, they are white, and this one is ... dark and strange. " a distinctive feature of moomintrolls is that they are white, tailed, with large muzzles and small ears, and this one had only a tail and a large muzzle, a dark color and even long horns, resembling more of a radio antennas.

- What is your name? - They managed to get to the front door and before entering the house, the dark figure asked the small creature’s name.

-Juniper. - the beast said reproachfully and squinted at the large creature. - and your name is not a moomintroll?

- no! - he laughed and smiled only at the look of the Juniper. - my name is Chesnut and my family is chestnuts. Moomins live a little to the north of us, are you a friend or a distant relative?

-nobody. - the Juniper went outside the threshold of the house and felt safe. The house was quiet and could hear only the synchronized snoring of all the inhabitants of the house, from the snoring he could understand that there are many animals living here.

-they are still asleep, wake up closer to dinner. - a Chesnut warned, passing into the living room, the Juniper limped behind him.

-Why are you awake then? - the Juniper wheezed, sitting down in an soft chair, on which a Chesnut kindly offered him to sit.

- I had to go for oil for a lanterns, someone stole a lot of things from us while we we were hibernating , but I don't blame them, maybe someone needed it more. - a Chesnut fussing in the kitchen. he brushed the dust off the kitchen furniture, rinsed out the kettle and pot. everything needed cleaning, but it’s all later. water and milk boiled on the stove. Chesnut squatted on the floor, searching the bottom shelf of the kitchen cabinet for his mother’s tableware specially for guests. everything hot was in the dishes and placed on the family tray and sent to the living room, where the confused Juniper was sitting. "This is how the house looks inside," he thought, and darted his gaze from corner to corner until a tray was placed in front of his nose.

-Is this porridge? I hate porridge,—the Juniper complained, twitching his antennae displeasedly.

-I didn't find anything else, but now eat, please.—Chestnut said softly, sitting down in a nearby chair and drinking tea with turmeric.

faint light seeped through the dusty windows and the living room began to take shape, paintings and family photographs became visible. There were a lot of photos and Juniper came to the conclusion that there were a lot of relatives living in the house, which made him uneasy.

the remains of porridge on the edges of the plate dried up, the tea was drunk. it became warmer in the stomach and warmed the paws, the Chesnut took his wet clothes and left them in the laundry room, in return he brought a large shirt (perfectly fitting for everyone in this house) and the most ordinary looking pants, but also too huge for such a small animal. the Juniper still had some manners, so he was polite and did not comment the clothes.

- My mom will like you! and uncle! and my grandfather's uncle, in general, many, but you are ... just don't be afraid of them, they can be very toplofty sometimes, — a Chesnut said on an excited breath.

“I’m sunk ” the Juniper thought anxiously, and from the thought that he would have to be polite, his paws began to sweat and the antennae twitched more often.

#my text #my oc #juniper #chesnut #moominsona #moomin #moomin oc #moominvalley #original story

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 4 years

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Hi! Idk if you still doing that but Can I have a Bob ship 👉👈 I'm a French girl with glasses, 5'6, with curly/wawy dark chesnut hair. I always try to act like the confident and strong girl but in reality I'm not. Kinda introvert but I'm always joking or doing dumb stuff for make my friends/family laugh. I LOVE animals and by the way I'm an horse rider. I believe in equality between gender and i protest for it. I like history, visit museum, singing, reading or just chilling. Thanks honey 🌠

hii, yes of course i do!

𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑…

eugene roe!!

actually, the two of you are introvert by nature, he firstly look up onto your confidence, how daring and free-spoken self.

but once when liebgott or one another tough person hurts you, you recoil very fast into your own, thick shell.

but the two of you find each other very fast, sometimes eugene feels really pathetic that he don’t feel always the want to speak with you, but these incidents are very rare -eugene is very leisured when you’re around him, when you’re with him

instead of talking, he often holds your hands -not just on occasions, every time he can. frequently much both of your hands, disappearing in his bg, soft ones

since he got to know that you know french too, he’s so into you. really, the two of you got very comfortable. he often opens to you when he speaks in french, it’s like your little, secret language that nobody can understand, just you

when the two of you are on weekend pass, he tries to get you tickets to the museum, and goes gladly with you if you find a quiet, peaceful place in one of the parks of aldbourne or toccoa

he loves to clean your glasses –not just because he wants to care about you, sometimes he jokes with it, but only sweet jokes, he don’t want to hurt you, never– but because to release his anxiety or tension

eugene watches with a big smile when you’re almost the middle of the party, he knows that only he gets to know your deepest stories or your most beautiful dreams

he lets you on your way, but always look after you if he can’t go with you

poor boy is too shy to tell your friends (even if it’s malarkey, even if it’s johnny or buck) that please take care of you )):

he always asks after the books you read, sometimes when you lean on his shoulder at night before sleep, he reads with you, brushing and curling your already heavenly hair around his fingers

oh yes your hair

did i mention he would die for your hair?

but he rather ruffles, nuzzles and braid it

but not only your hair, your little nose, your rose lips –swollen after a make out

or your collarbones, the silky skin above your breast but under your collarbones, with light marks on it

his heart always hurts when you get a wound, that’s why he always manages a band-aid in his pocket, and if nobody sees, he draws a little heart on it

if you had a cat or dog at home and you tell him things about them, he always gonna remember it –what they eat, the color of their leash or how fluffy is their fur. eugene gonna need these facts to make your common life easier in the future, after the war, who knows?

aww

marrying you is eugene’s best decision, it don’t matter that he haven’t did it yet

#eugene roe #eugene roe imagine #eugene roe x reader #eugene roe headcanons #eugene roe x you #band of brothers #band of brothers meme #band of brothers icons #band of brothers hbo #band of brothers headcanons #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fandom #request #SEND ME REQUESTS #hbo war #ww2

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morkleemelon · 3 years

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Hehehe okiii~ how are you btw and what are you eating? Here's a cute morkie

Ctto on twitter

wowie I just saw this... I am doing good today (not too busy!) and I just ate chicken and chesnuts! Hope you have a great day/night :)

#rollypollypoing #leelee answers

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moirai-au · 4 years

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Timeline: Arc 5 - The Oracle, some time after Just a bad dream.

Warnings: blood

Taglist: @immabethehero @bupine @tabbynerdicat @i-maybe-exist @its-ethan-bro @sandinthetardis @honestlyitsjustkenna @taikeero-lecoredier

Marius shot up on his bed with a high-pitched cry, warm brown eyes flying open. It took him a minute for his breathing to slow down, his hand clutching the front of his black pyjama top.

That… was scary. He couldn’t remember what the nightmare had been about, but-

A flash of red in the corner of his eye interrupted his trail of thought. He turned to his window, spotting a small, bright red bird just behind the glass. It didn’t move, didn’t chirp or anything. It just stood there- its beady black eyes staring at him. His crest was a bright, lime green.

Marius blinked- that was strange. Birds like those didn’t usually stick in this kind of climate, and...

...and…

How did he know this? Since when did he know about birds?

His head pounded a little. He slid off his bed, watching quietly as the bird tilted its head and spread his wings, taking flight and escaping out of view.

Marius pursed his lip and shrugged, his worries fading from his mind like magic- oh well. It wasn’t important anyway. He wondered what Maman had made him this morning...

The boy smiled at the prospect of breakfast, walking towards his bedroom with enthusiasm- but he stopped dead in his tracks. A cold feeling of dread bloomed in his chest, the imperious urge to crane his neck to the side and look at-

His arms dropped at his sides, eyes glazing over as he was suddenly unable to remember what he had been doing. “It’s just…” the boy whispered dreamily, smiling fondly at his surroundings. “It’s just… such a good day!”

Blood dripped down from his nose as he smiled. He wiped his face, not noticing the streak of red on his sleeve as he turned back towards the door and walked out.

A blurry, dark figure behind him lingered.

There was a stumble-jolt.

***

Marius shot up on his bed with a high-pitched cry, warm brown eyes flying open. It took him a minute for his breathing to slow down, his hand clutching the front of his pyjama top.

That… was scary. He couldn’t remember what the nightmare had been about, but-

He suddenly felt the urge to look through his window, the deviation straining his brain painfully- but there was nothing there.

Of course. Of course there was nothing there. This was just… a perfectly normal day…

“Such a good day, such a good day,” he repeated quietly. His mouth tasted of copper, but he promptly forgot all about it.

He slid off his bed, smiling placidly as his little feet padded quietly on the carpet- his teeth stained with red.

There was a dark shape in his peripheral vision.

Marius pursed his lip and shrugged, any worries fading from his mind like magic- oh well. It wasn’t important anyway. He wondered what Maman had made him this morning..

His eyes widened, his body seizing up in shock and terror- there was someone in his mirror. Someone that wasn’t him.

Oh, it looked like him enough, true. The silhouette did share his current clothes, petite frame and shaggy brown hair, and mimicked all his movements perfectly. But things were wrong.

The other boy’s face was completely wrapped in white, red-stained bandages, patches of wild hair poking from between the seams. Like a mummy.

But the most disturbing thing about him were his eyes: too wide for it to be right, and they weren’t a warm chesnut like his- no, they were yellow, and his pupils were like thin lines, like… like a cat’s eyes.

And as he stared, the other boy started to move his arm and touch his own face.

W̵.

̶A̴.̷

̵K̷.̷

̴E̷.̴ ̴

̷U̴.̷ ̶

P̷

And then it was over, the strange vision gone as fast as it’d arrived, only leaving in the mirror the face of a perfectly normal little boy.

Pale. Eyes blown wide with terror. Half-dried blood coating his upper lip.

There was something on his desk. A grey snapback. He didn’t own a snapback. He never did. That he was sure of.

Whose was it? The smell of chamomile tea filled his nose, mingling with the metal tang of blood.

There was a dark shape in his peripheral vision.

There was a stumble-jolt.

***

He was somehow lying on his bed again, his pillow damp from the tears flowing down his temples. Silent, trembling, he sat up, his little fists clenching his blankets tightly.

Dark shape. Peripheral vision.

Marius’ brow furrowed, trying to blame anything other than that shape he wasn’t allowed to acknowledge for what it was that had made the whole world go wrong.

He whimpered, feeling the thing move through the room. It felt like he’d been here for days, the presence horribly familiar, like a jailor walking past a cell. But he still couldn’t force himself to think of what it meant, static buzzing through his mind whenever he tried to directly think about it.

E v e r y t h i n g i s a l r i g h t.

It was there...

D o n o t w o r r y y o u r s i l l y l i t t l e h e a d.

It was always there.

Y o u w i l l b e s o h a p p y h e r e.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks and blood dripped from his nose as static filled his head.

There was a stumble-jolt

***

He was in the kitchen now.

His mother was smiling stiffly robotically mechanically rehearsed repeated over and over and over and over and over warmly at him, the kind of smile full of unconditional love that all good mothers had.

It made his spine feel like cold ice.

“Mais qui voilà? Good morning bunny.” she cooed, her slight accent rolling pleasantly on her tongue.

Dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape dark shape

Dad turned to look at him, sitting on one of the stools at the edge of the high kitchen isle. “What’s up buddy?” he waved at him, setting down his morning coffee. “Slept okay?”

The sight of his parents’ faces made him feel sick. He couldn’t focus. Why couldn’t he remember going to bed the day before? Why couldn’t he remember the day before?

Why couldn’t he remember?

It was watching him.

The woman frowned, concern visible in her light blue eyes. She got down on one knee, gently brushing strands of hair out of Marius’ face. “Ça va mon lapin ? Tu es tout pâle.”

He stayed silent. No. He wasn’t alright. Nothing was alright. The walls were morphing, breathing, shifting.

There was a dark shape in his peripheral vision.

“Hélène, quit coddling him.” the man rolled his hazel eyes, reaching down from his chair to ruffle his hair. “Of course he’s okay, he’s a sturdy little one! Aren’t you Marius?”

Marius only frowned at the man that wasn’t one.

“Atta boy,” the man that wasn’t one chuckled. “Now, get up there and eat up, yeah? You have a big day ahead of you.”

There was. A FUCKING dark shape. In his peripheral vision.

It didn’t seem to realize he knew it was there. And acknowledging it himself made his skull throb and pulse with stabbing pain- like brushing up against an electric fence, a barrier meant to keep his mind where it was supposed to be. But that was the problem with using pain as a motivator.

Eventually, you build up a tolerance.

“No.” he hissed between clenched teeth. None of this was right. Dad wasn’t right, Mom wasn’t right. His mind kept conjuring brief glimpses of another person, the afterimage superposing itself with his father’s towering frame.

A pair of rectangular glasses. Greying hair. A disapproving scowl, softened by a fond light in dark grey eyes.

Dreams-memories poking their way into this world, seeping through the cracks. His reality was starting to fracture, about ready to fall apart at the seams- pieces of the floor and walls were flickering in and out of view, the colors shifting back and forth between too dull and too vibrant, like a screen malfunctioning. His “parents” didn’t even look human anymore, shrieking undecipherable words in a distorted, unified voice. Faceless.

The dark figure was gone. Instead, a mirror in front of him. Where it’d just come from, Marius didn’t know.

His reflection stared at him, still and emotionless, eyes dull and lifeless. Yellow. Not brown. Never brown.

Lies.

Ever-so slowly, it tilted his neck, hands rising up, up, and up, grabbing each side of his face. There were scars. So many scars.

And then it snapped its own neck with a sickening crunch, staring down at Marius disapprovingly as dark blood started dripping down his eyes and nose and mouth... “You just couldn’t play along, could you?”

There was no more house. Only formless ideas of walls and floor and ceilings and inside and outside and skies and clouds.

Marius turned away and ran.

#moirai au #arc 5: the orator #mars #the orator #jse au #tw blood

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 1

And here we go !

This is the last chapter of Liam’s 1st year at the university. It’s a long one, so be ready ;)

A new pov will replace Barbara starting now, I hope you’ll like it.

Damian-Nicholas Smith Carrey Friday March 8, in France

When people said him that he could write a book about his life, he never imagined what kind of book it would be. But now, he had quite an accurate idea. He would call it : 'How to change from the most famous hunter to a stupid and naive man in love'. He had gone through step one for a long time now : have a fucking ridiculous teenage crush. And now, he started step two : be in a relationship with your so-called crush. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wasn't someone easily flustered. At least on paper. But when it come to the baboon, it was a true disaster. He must have left his pride back in the US.

"What do you think ? Isn't this one better ?" asked Liam.

The junior looked at him, his brows furrowed. They were doing shopping for souvenir. Well, the baboon searched little things for his siblings and Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey tagged along.

"I dunno. There are the same to me."

One was a key chain with the eiffel tower, the other with the Arc de Triomphe. Both were low quality products anyway. But the baboon finally picked one, and they went out of the store.

"Where are we going next ?" asked the blond lad. "There is plenty of time before our departure..."

"I bought everything I wanted." replied his boyfriend. "So I thought we could hum... take some time for us ?"

He blushed when he said the last word, which made Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey blush too, and then they both blushed even more. This is an endless circle of pathetic shyness. I mean, I eat ass every other day, so why am I so prude right now ?

"Fine." he agreed anyway. "Lead the way."

They honestly had a good time. It was fucking weird to enjoy this at much as sex. Maybe even more. They went for walk the length of the Seine. Liam ate a box of pastries along the way and they talked about this and that. This is the end of my damned life. I'm having a silly conversation with someone. It must be the first time since... I don't even fucking remember. They were on their way back when Liam sighed.

"I'm happy to have you Dami." he whispered.

All this romantic bullshit was so embarrassing. Do I like it or not ? Just get a grip dude ! Not only he was having a damn date with his boyfriend, but he also looked like the flustered one here ! No one must ever know it happened. The baboon took his hand.

"I'm serious you know ?" he continued. "I mean, I'm still very worried about a lot of stuff... Nate is my main concern, but I'm also still preoccupied by my father. And I can't deny my story with Kilian is giving me an headache. But I'm really happy to know you're here."

"First of all baboon, it doesn't suit you to be so serious." replied Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey while trying to regain composure. "Secondly, there is nothing in what you said that can't wait tomorrow. You've the right to enjoy a little time for yourself with someone you love."

Liam blushed. He kissed his boyfriend to thank him. Holy crap. I'm getting good at the cheesy stuff too. Well, it wasn't surprising : Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was good at everything.

This evening on the plane, the junior felt a weird dread through his whole body. Suddenly, he stressed about his relationship. But there is nothing new... I mean, we already were a couple before. So what is different ? He quickly put his finger on it. I said to the baboon I loved him. I confessed my weakness. The hunters shall never know. Nobody in the university, for that matter. There are already too many fucking people aware of our relationship. I don't trust anyone about this.

"Hey dude."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey glared at the sophomore who hailed him. It was the dipshit called Matthew, Theo's heir.

"What the hell are you doing here ?" he asked. "Want to suck my prick ?"

The cocky lad (it was obvious this guy was an arrogant bastard) smiled.

"Maybe another time. I just wanted to say D.R sent me the contract regarding Barbara. She has to stay away from Colton and all his friends starting now. So you won't see her again much."

"Don't give me that crap, idiot. I don't care about the roach. You can fuck her, so go on. Isn't it what you wanted since the beginning ?"

Matthew's smile grew larger. I can definitely see the ressemblance with this shitty Theophile now.

"Just go away, moron." he concluded.

Liam Sunday March 10 back in the US

"This trip has done some damage..."

The young lad bite his lips. I knew I had indulged a lot but that's quite a change...

"Do you dislike it ?" asked Nate, while slumping on his bed.

"Not really..."

He had been ages since the last time Liam had looked properly at his reflection. He was pleased with his general body shape. His face was finely chiseled. He had strong biceps and triceps. His legs were robust but thick just like his chest. His pecs were nicely standing out. Even his back was kind of burly. But where three month ago he had a blossoming six pack, he had now a modest amount of squishy flab. His bulging waistline was easily noticeable since he was only in briefs. But he wasn't dissatisfied.

"I think I like myself." Liam whispered.

"And that's a good thing." mumbled his bestfriend, his eyes closed. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, trust me."

The chesnut lad outlined a smile. I'm glad to see Nate is talking more and more. He was also pretty sure Dami won't judge him for a little bulk.

"I mean..." resumed the other lad. "You're even well-endowed."

It made Liam blush like hell. (Not that he didn't take the compliment.) (Who could blame him ?).

The freshman expected things to improve since they came back from France. After all, Nate was getting better, Nick was actually making some progress at swimming and Dami literally confessed his feelings. It looked like the unicorns were finally powerful enough to repel the forces of evil. (After all, he had been feeding them with his dreams for months now !). So when a girl went to talk to him during his training this afternoon, he completely ignored her. (Not on purpose of course !). He was just so happy that he couldn't focus on anything. He went throught weight lifting and then legs exercises without noticing the many people who accosted him. He left campus without taking note of the lustful looks around him. I think I'm happy. The talk with Kilian had freed him. He was so glad to know the force of evils failed to take his ex-boyfriend. Anyhow, he finally went to work. As soon as he arrived, Judy came to him.

"Oh god Liam here you are ! I was so worried !" she shouted.

He blinked, not sure to have heard right. (Not that he often didn't heard people or anything...). What was she worried about ? Did he forget something important ? Something life-saving ? Maybe the aliens were gonna attack soon ?

"Liam focus ! I'm trying to have a conversation here !"

Judy clicked her fingers right under his eyes, breaking his thoughts.

"Are you alright ? Did someone do something to you ?"

"What ? No." he replied, surprised. "Why ?"

She frowned.

"Are you and Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey still a couple ?" she eventually asked.

Liam blushed. I think I'm supposed to keep it a secret but... He could trust Judy, right ?

"We are." he replied. "But what is your point ?"

"Be prudent when you're not with him okay ? I never thought I would say that one day, but I think you're safer with him around. Even if I still bet he'll hurt you in the end, like he did with everyone else."

Liam nodded. Their boss was calling them. I'm not sure I understand what she meant... However, he was certain Dami wouldn't said "I love you" so lightly. I'm special to him, I'm at least sure of that.

When he arrived at their flat tonight, Nick announced Nate wasn't there. Apparently, he had left for a talk with Archibald. It reminded Liam there were still things he wanted to improve in his life. My bestfriend and my poor family situation should be my priorities. He had no doubt the unicorns would agree on this. Besides, everything was linked to the forces of evil anyway. He grabbed a slice of pie in the fridge and joined his roommate. (Of course a pie made by Dami. Now that he had tasted his boyfriend's pastries, it was very hard to eat anything else to be honest.). (Once you visited heaven, you wouldn't come back, right ?).

"I can tell he's doing better." said Nick while staring at the screen of his console. "But I also can tell he went through something very disturbing. What do you think they're talking about so often ?"

"I don't know." admitted Liam. "But Dami assured me Archibald was a good guy so I trust him."

Of course, the chestnut lad wanted to help. And yes, I want to know what happened. (Curiosity is not a sin). (Glutonny is, but Liam didn't think much about it).

"Yeah well, until now we can say whatever he's doing is working." agreed Nick. "You should go to sleep... Wait, are you snacking ?"

Liam took a mouthful of his pie and chewed happily.

"This is just too good." he explained.

"You were sooooo against food at the beginning of the year." laughed his roommate. "I never imagined you were such a foodie."

Well... Seems like I changed my mind.

Nicolas Monday March 11 – Tuesday March 12

< Imagenius : yo what's up ? >

< TheSavior : long story short it sucked. I m better looking at my screen and playin'. Wht abut you pal ? >

< Imagenius : long story short my roommate is fuckin' loud while talkin' with her new friends. I hate people with actual life you know ? They remind me I'm a loser >

< TheSavior : won't say I know the feeling cuz I dont. >

< Imagenius : lol becuz right youre so popular >

< TheSavior : at least i hav friends outside a lame chat bruh >

< Imagenius : bruh >

< Abeautifulwomen : guys I do to. >

< Imagenius : as if a man who claims to be a girl could. Anyway Sav can you send us another pic of this cute roommate of yours ? Pretty please ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : Same. But hey Ima are ya gay ? >

< Imagenius : Joker ? >

< TheSavior : need 2g. I'll turn the chat off. I don't hav any another pic >

* Abeautifulwoman is offline *

* Imagenius is offline *

* TheSavior is offline *

Nick sighed and looked at the clock. Almost midnight. Nice. I can still play. He slowly stood up and headed to the kitchen. First of all, he needed supplies. The raven-haired boy opened the fridge and grabbed a slice of pie and a beer. Two beers. He knew Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had cooked it for Liam but whatever. His friend wouldn't mind. Nick came back to his room and turned his console on. A sligh whine came from his roommate's bedroom. Nate was having a nightmare again, he guessed. It was happening every other day. Not like if I could just ask what's wrong. If he doesn't talk to Liam, he won't talk to me. The lad drank his beer and started to play. He was good at it at least. He finished the level rather quickly, only to notice he had already ate the pie and emptied the beers. Again, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. Not that he was hungry, but he liked to play while chewing something. This time, he opted for ice cream. And beer of course. Then, he took his playing up again. One hour later, he was done with two more level. And he had devoured the ice cream. So once more, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. No wonder I'm fat. He put his snacks on the counter and patted his belly. When he had entered college he had been a twig. But the sudden freedom allowed him to indulge without his parents constant nagging. Maybe he had enjoyed it a bit too much. When he had come back at home for the christmas holidays they weren't very happy about his changes. Himself had been surprised to discover he had already hit the freshman 15. Now this limit was beyond him. I checked when we came back from France. I weight 89 kg (196 pounds) now. Almost 200. Nick shrugged. He didn't really care. He took his snack and continued to play.

The next morning, he got ready quickly. Unlike Liam, he wasn't dozy on the morning. Well, Liam was dozy all the time so bad comparison. They left together for the first lecture. When they arrived, the first thing Nick noticed was Barbara. The girl hated him for some absurd reason. She was so obnoxious. Then, he glimpsed Rebecca. Another one he couldn't understand at all.

"And to think I've been interested in her..." he mumbled.

Liam didn't hear him. That was the good thing with this dude. I could've been screaming, he wouldn't notice. They joined Colton who greeted them warmly. Nick turned on his gameboy but he wasn't paying attention to the screen. He knew the game by heart since middleschool anyway. Instead, he looked at his friends. He often did that without them noticing. Everyone assumed he was just another nerd but he was an observant nerd. Their trip in France had took a toll on Liam waistline aswell. If I'm looking closely enough, I'm sure even Colton's ever slim frame must've softened a bit. Nick was pretty sure this one would lost it in one day or two. As for his dreamy roommate... I think he will keep it on purpose. He seems to like it. Well, both of them were handsome anyway. The raven-haired boy didn't have this luck. He heard someone laugh behind him. The person whispered something about pokemon being a lame game. Another talked about his little bathing in the Seine. Not a day I want to remember. Seriously, classes were so boring...

Noon eventually came. Nick hit the buffet of the cafeteria like a ravenous beast. He needed his daily amount of junkfood to functiun properly.

"What do you think about the math assignment ?" asked Colton. "Shall we work on it tonight ?"

"I finished it already." he revealed. "But I'm sure Liam would be glad to do it with you."

Of course, his roommate wasn't listening. He was looking away while munching on home-made cookies. And new thing, he was crooning. I know some very weird people but they can't hold a candle to him. Nick discreetly kicked him under the table.

"Uh... What ?"

"Welcome back to earth." he said. "Colton wanted to ask you something."

Nick didn't listen to their conservation. He had glimpsed Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey in the crowd. Another strange dude. Since I came here, I met too many real character. He looks pissed. I mean, more than usual. He was talking to a girl. Well, probably insulting the girl to be fair.

"... Swimming tonight ?"

The raven-haired lad turned his attention towards Colton.

"No thanks." he replied when he had guessed the question. "I'm not very... at ease when there are so many people watching me."

His friend smiled.

"Of course."

* TheSavior is online *

* Abeautifulwomen is online *

* Imagenius is online *

< Imagenius : yo ! Day was booooring. How was yours ? >

< TheSavior : Same as usual. Couldn't wait to be back in my flat >

< Abeautifulwomen : Mine was fine. I don't actually leav my flat. Lucky me ! >

< Imagenius : Btw guys there is something up in my college. I heard ppl sayin a big hunt started. Don't know what that meant but they were very excited. Apparently, the prey is one of a kind ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Funny. Do you think they hunt human ? >

< TheSavior : I'm sure they're talkin abut a treasure hunt or smthg. We shuld play. >

< Imagenius : Nah Sav it was about a real person. They want him but idk why. Maybe he did something wrong. Beauty yu didnt hear anythg from your boss friend ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : He doesnt control every college in the country duh. Last time he called he was very very very very very angry :3 I got a dick pick thanks to that ! >

< Imagenius : You really are gay. >

< Abeautifulwomen : I told yu im a girl >

< TheSavior : Come play and stop the chichat. Wdc abut a fke hunt nor ur fke dick pick >

< Imagenius : Aye sir >

< Abeautifulwomen : Aye sir >

To be continued

Tadaa. Something is going on in the community, but what could it be ?! I can only tell you Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey will have a lot of work to do. Liam is in a happy bubble, but you know me, it won’t last long.

And welcome Nick. He has been a steady presence in the background since the beginning, so he earned his own pov. He’s on a group chat with two other people... Maybe you’ll be able to guess who they are ;)

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #weight gain #stuffing #mention of beer #A lot of food #Some strangers #What is happening ?#Chapter 4 #Part 1

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rather-impertinent · 5 years

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The Wager

Prompt no. 23 “we bet and you lost, so you have to do it” for @hopefulfridays 💗

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“How amusing,” Caroline giggled as she propped herself up on the edge on her husband’s desk, a small space free for her as always there was, so often did she disrupt his reading and prescription writing. The sun streamed in through the open window, accompanied by a light summer’s breeze, which rustled the curtains.

Dwight smiled genuinely at the thought, looking up from his diary. “It is amusing, but also rather sweet,” he said, always the romantic. After this brief of pause of acknowledgement, Dr Enys continued scribbling notes in his diary, noting that he must remember to bring cinnamon to Mrs Trewallis tomorrow when he pays her a visit.

Caroline, knowing her husband well, knew exactly what he was doing. She playfully rolled her eyes at him and stated confidently: “Do not think I shall let you off with this, my love.”

Dwight looked up once again, this time looking directly at his wife. “What do you mean?”

She shook her head, half in fondness, half in exasperation at his pretence of ignorance. “We made a bet and you lost, so you must to do it.”

Dwight gawped at her. “You cannot be serious, Caroline,” he insisted with a light scoff, wrinkling his nose. “I am a gentleman,” he protested, if a little feebly.

Caroline reclined slightly on her husband’s desk, throwing her head back as she cackled at his claim. “Oh, please, Dr Enys. You cannot choose being a gentleman only when it conveniences you. You must accept your fate as master of Killewarren, landownership, soirées, silks and all, or you must simply be dear Dr Enys, who has terrible instincts and now must perform a ghastly task,” she stated, her eyes glistening with victorious glee.

Dr Enys poked her knee with his quill. “And what if I had won our wager? I seriously doubt that you would don an apron and complete such a task, my love,” he challenged, crossing his arms across his chest, a smirk on his face.

Caroline shrugged nonchalantly, her lips curving into a smile as she leaned forwards, the fabric of her silk skirt brushing her forearms as they came to rest on her thighs. “Well, we shall never know, shall we? Because I did win!” she pointed out with a laugh, her face inches from his own. “Come on,” she encouraged, too enthusiastically, giving his shoulders a gentle shake. “Before the sun sets!” She clicked her fingers to hasten him.

With a strained sigh, Dwight placed his hands on his desk and reluctantly pushed himself up, exiting his study and leaving his books behind for a far more practical task.

An hour or so later, Caroline and Horace were leisurely strolling around the vast gardens in the late-afternoon, summer, sunshine when it occurred to Caroline she had best check on Dwight. Leaving Horace to roam as he pleased under the strict instruction that he not eat any flora or fauna, Caroline made her way to the other side of the estate, where Dwight would, doubtless, be wearing a pout.

Having reached the stables and after having first given Chesnut a fond stroke on his mane, Caroline did not find a man wearing a petulant pout, but one who was completely absorbed in the task at hand, even humming quietly to himself as he worked. She stared in awe at him momentarily, noting the neat piles he had made, the levelling of the ground and the thorough tidiness of the stalls. The man’s work ethic truly knew no bounds. Her thoughts then turned to more important matters, such as: his rolled-up sleeves, his unbuttoned waistcoat, the chest hair that peeked out of his open shirt, his discarded neckcloth, his now untamed hair, the light tan on his forearms, the way his muscles contracted as he determinedly swept away at the newly-raked dirt floor. Caroline rather wished she had a fan - so hot was the summer’s day.

She cleared her throat silently. “I do hope dear young William is enjoying a hot cup of tea in the servants quarters with Betty,” Caroline teased pointedly, making her presence known to Dwight at last after she had sufficiently savoured the view.

After all, both William and Betty had been the topic of their wager: Caroline had informed Dwight that she believed the two servants to be keen on each other, as she had observed that Betty always blushed around William and she saw them converse once or twice in hushed tones. Dwight had accused Caroline of simply playing match-maker and reminded her that all of their employees, insofar as they knew and could ascertain, all found each other agreeable and enjoyed their life here. Caroline bet Dwight that the loser must clean the stables and allow William an afternoon off to spend at his leisure; Dwight had readily agreed on the basis that Caroline had been reading many romance stories of late, and they had obviously tricked her mind into seeing what was not really there. Besides, he enjoyed the image of his lady-of-breeding wife wearing an old dress and apron and holding a broom - it was almost beyond imagination. Caroline’s theory was, however, proven correct less than a week later, when the Enyses had returned from a ride on the beach together to witness William kissing Betty’s hand and the young maid’s subsequent gleeful skip to the side-entrance of the house as she’d left the stables.

Dwight breathed a laugh at the sound of his wife’s voice behind him and turned around to face her, swapping the broom from one hand to another. “I, too, hope so,” he said somewhat breathlessly, his breathing laboured from an afternoon of hard work. “Otherwise what in God’s name am I doing this for?” he asked with a laugh, before wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“My enjoyment?” Caroline offered with a teasing grin, though she was enjoying the dishevelled image of her husband very much. An idea forming, and with an ulterior motive in mind, she wondered aloud: “Shall I ask one of the maids to run you a bath?”

Dwight sighed audibly at the blissful thought of his sore muscles resting in the hot water. “Oh, yes, please! I feel as though I have known no other task my entire life!” he joked as he continued to sweep the last remaining stray pieces of hay.

“It looks as though you have not,” Caroline commented as she looked around, impressed by his effort. Perhaps she should challenge Dwight to clean the stables more often. “I shall go inform Hicks at once,” she said with a sincere smile which Dwight returned in full. “Oh, and do hurry up, Dr Enys,” she called over her shoulder as she made to exit the stables, before coming to a stop, her head turning to look at him. “I shall be waiting...,” she enticed, an eyebrow raised and a devilish smile on her face.

As he closely watched the deliberate shimmy of his wife’s hips as she sauntered back toward their house, Dwight swept with such a vigour that even the most experienced of housemaids could only aspire to.

#hope you like it Vicki! 💞#carolight #poldark fanfic #poldark

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years

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Swift As Karma (Part 31)

Azula didn’t speak, she didn’t know what to do. She stared at her palms as if they would give her the answers that she sought. Finally, she lifted her head, “why?”

“Why what?” Katara asked.

“Why would you do that?”

“Forgive you?”

Azula nodded. She wondered if the waterbender was simply trying to get her to lower her guard.

“I’m tired of being hateful and cruel.” Katara replied. “That’s not who I am.”

Azula thought that the comment might have been a subtle jab, cruel was certainly her who she was. She supposed that she shared Katara’s santiment, “me too…” At that, Katara’s expression softened. She might have even offered a slight smile, not that Azula knew. It wasn’t until Katara spoke again, that the former princess found any reassurance.

“That’s good to hear.”

Azula detected the girl coming closer. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“I think that you can be a decent person.”

It wasn’t the best of compliments but Azula would take what she could get. “You do?”

“TyLee seems to think that you’re pretty nice and you helped me get Sokka back.”

For the first time in the days that followed her crumbling, the numb and hollow feeling began to give way into something lighter. She at herself upright and brushed leaves and grass strands from her hair and clothing.

“Are you going to have breakfast with us? You haven't eaten in a while.”

Azula nodded, she was rather hungry. And shaky with it, apparently. She felt weak and tired as she followed Katara towards the cooking fire. She could hear the smile in TyLee’s voice as the girl greeted her and pulled her into a hug.

“Glad you’re finally up, Sparky. We were getting worried.”

“Yeah…” Azula mumbled. She wasn’t quite sure of how she was feeling just yet. She supposed that relieved was one of them. But anxious and discomfort were still in the mix. Something about being treated as a friend still struck her as suspicious.

“I made fish and fox-antelope meat.” Sokka declared, holding out two sticks.

She still wasn’t used to eating off of sticks. She took the one that she thought was fox-antelope. Biting into it, her lip curls up in disgust. She handed that stick back to him and took the other. She should have smelled the difference, she guessed that she was still out of it.

“We’re finally going to be a real team, right?” TyLee asked.

“I hope so.” Katara said. “I think so.”

.oOo.

“If you want, you can sit next to me.” Katara offered.

She watched Azula turn her head from she to TyLee and then back to her, before taking a seat between the two of them. It was both awkward and reassuring, she hoped that she would get used to Azula’s company with time. They needed to be a team. A strong team if they were going to save the world.

They were going to need to save each other before saving anyone else.

Katara could imagine a better example to set for the world than teaming up with the fire princess herself. If they could get along then so could the three remaining nations. She truly hoped so anyhow.

“So, do you hate my cooking or do you hate seafood?” Sokka asked.

“Seafood.” Azula replied. Katara thought that she would leave it at that but she adds a rather stiff, “I would not hire you on as one of the palace cooks, but this isn’t a complete blight to the food world.”

“Uh...thanks?” Sokka rubbed the back of his head.

Azula flashed one of her haughty smirks. It was oddly and surprisingly reassuring to see.

“I like it a lot!” TyLee declared. “Especially those roasted chesnuts and berries that you made the other day.”

It was comforting tenfold to listen in on some carefree small talk for once.

“Are we gonna get back to some earthbending? I’ve been dying to throw rocks at you, Sparky.”

Azula sniffed. “You haven’t thrown any rocks at me, they’ve all landed against the walls. Maybe if you could see you could hit me.” She shrugged.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’ve got the sharpest sight around.” Toph shot back. “Pretty sure TyLee wasn’t learning earthbending with us.” She laughed.

There was a sense of normalcy in their banter. “While they throw boulders at each other, do you want to join Sokka and I for some waterbending and boomerang throwing?”

TyLee set her stick aside. “Yeah, that sounds great. It’ll be fun to chi-block Sokka again. He was all wiggly the last time.”

“You tried chi blocking my head!” Sokka declared. “That didn’t go so well if I remember right.”

“Because your head is already blocked.” Azula commented under her breath, sending Toph into an unrefined fit of howling laughter.

Sokka’s eye twitched, “I’ll have you know that I am a highly intellectual man of deep philosophy and…”

“Really, Sokka?” Katara rolled her eyes.

.oOo.

Azula couldn’t recall the last time she felt happy or anything even remotely close. So it was hard for her to place the feeling when it settled in. But, Agni, was she thankful for it. She found herself afraid to lose it again. TyLee wrapped her arms around Azula’s waist, muttering something about the “blinky bugs”.

She wandered over to her pack and withdrew a blanket and spread it down upon the ground.

“Stargazing?” Katara asks.

“If gazing into nothingness and pretending that there are stars there counts.” Azula shrugged. “TyLee’s bug watching.”

“There are so many of those blinky bugs out tonight.” TyLee added.

“Man I don’t get the point of looking at stars and glowing bugs. Am I right, Sparky?” Toph asked. She plopped herself in between Katara and Sokka and slung an arm around both of their necks.

“Oh! A group hug.” TyLee clapped. She threw her arms around the three of them. Azula sat rigidly and faced straight ahead, hands clasped in her lap.

“You’re part of our group, right Sparky?”

Azula nodded.

“Then join our group hug.” Sokka replied.

“Gross.” Azula rolled her eyes.

“Guess we’ll have to bring the group hug to you.” If only she had seen his devilish grin. She felt three pairs of arms wrap around her. She couldn’t tell whose body her cheek was smooshed up against. She did know that her cheeks were a light shade of red.

“You all can let go now.” She grumbled. They detangled themselves and let Azula free. She wandered towards Appa to retrieve her pillows, unsure of how she should be feeling. She stood before the bison, who seemed to study her, trying to draw his own conclusions, before lapping at her with his overly large tongue.

Azula cringed, holding her arms out and shaking the wetness off of them. She opened her mouth to give the spiteful animal a piece of her mind, but Sokka spoke first.

“Well now it’s official,” he declared. “welcome to the group!”

Her annoyance subsided at the notion that the bison had made a friendly, albeit, disgusting, gesture rather than a hateful one. It was sending her head spinning, somewhat disoriented at the notion of having real friendships.

Genuine hope.

#Avatar #Azula #Katara #TyLee #Sokka #Toph #Fanfiction

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The Sun and The Moon Curse/5

💋👔

Fanfiction

Part 5

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

with the rest of the Mikaelson family, and other TVD characters

AU TVD story

Set after tvd 3x15

Summary: Elijah asks Elena at the Mikaelson Ball to tell him what his mother wanted from her. Will Elena tell him, and what will happen after...

a/n: this turns to be quite a journey for both Elijah and Elena. It’s fluffy and romantic, but expect blood and witch rituals and a whole new bunch of witches playing with the Mikaelson destiny. It’s the vampire diaries after all. This was written in 2013, and is my first tvd fanfiction I wrote.

Thanks so much for reading. xoxo

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @cassienoble2000 @captainshurley @goddessofthunder112 @elejahforever @hides2000 @idkhaylijah

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Bucharest, Romania

Lia Vladu was reading a text about the doppelgangers, a text written 5000 years ago.

"Warlock Dragan"-she uttered as the name came up. She took her phone and rang Feride, her witch friend in Istanbul, disclosing the name of the warlock. Her friend said she will look into it. Then she got ready and went out of her consultation room at the university.

Somewhere in the US

Yizel examined the white oak dagger.

"It's beautifully carved. Claidheamh-mor style. Interesting."- the witch admired the workmanship. " Who did you take it from?!"

"Why is that important"- Damon was impatient.- " are you willing to use it against the Originals?"

The witch smirked- "Gladly." - "But there is one thing that you two had miscalculated - they always have the mightiest witches or warlocks on their side- "- The 50 year old woman looked at Katherine with a mixture of snide and snarkiness in her tone.

"Aren't you one of those?"- Damon said sarcastically- "we're wasting our time here."

Then Katherine produced a little bottle with blood.

"Is this what you actually need to get to Klaus?"

Yizel had heard of Katherine being extremely smart and savvy- "His blood.?!- she uttered." Even Damon looked at Katherine taken aback.

"I didn't give all of it to you Damon!"

"Why should I be surprised?!- he muttered and there was admiration in his eyes.

*********

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On the plane to Romania

"Why should she trust you, all you have done is screw her over... for that I am deeply ashamed.....Elena... I can hear your heartbeat...Elijah......this stake is one weapon on Earth that can kill him, ... we finally stopped him, Elijah, after everything he has done to us, I can't just let you bring him back.... I give you my word, Elena, I will not revive Klaus within your lifetime... so Elena, I leave it to you whether to trust me or not...he is my brother, we remain together...Elena...Elena...."

The doppelganger opened her eyes and looked at Elijah who was sitting opposite her. She needed a second to realize where she was.

"I am sorry to wake you but we are about to land"- he said and moved his hand from her arm.

"Ahmm- I didn't get much sleep last night"- Elena said fastening her seat belt. Then looked at the bag with the scrolls that were on the seat next to Elijah. She made a wish.

Within an hour they were in their new abode. Compared to the Palazzo, this house was the exact opposite, a new construction, very contemporary, but very stylish nevertheless. Somehow that didn't matter to Elena anymore. Her foucus was now solely to the content of the scrolls.

"If we could see her as soon as possible."- Elena now said to Elijah, urging him to make contact with the Professor. Elijah obliged. And after a very short phone call he told her that Lia would meet them at her house some time tomorrow night.

Elena sighed a bit and looked in the fridge for some food. It was filled with most of her favourite things.

"Thank you. I guess you have eaten"- she said taking a strawberry.

"It's ok, Elena. You can ask me if I had been out and drank from a human. The answer is yes. And I do not kill. I have not done so since 1300s. I merely need a couple of pints a day. Even less."

"I didn't mean to-"

"It is all right. Unlike my siblings I can very much control my bloodlust. I had some on the plane. I am sorry but I will not accompany you at breakfast."

"Why do you still eat food then?"

"Taking time for a meal is not just to feed but the time to sit with your family or your loved one and engage in conversation or simply be together and share."

"Humanity really matters to you!?"

"Yes, Elena. And recently I got reminded why one would give all for it."

"If you could become human again you would take the chance?"

Elijah smiled a little and then nodded affirmatively.

"You didn't really expect this answer?!"-he said as Elena could not hide that she was slightly surprised.

"You have power, Immortality."

"I have everything and nothing."- the Original replied.

Elena remembered how proud he was that the family was one at the Ball as hewelcomed their guests and invited them to open the ball with a waltz, now all was gone. She reached for his hand. Her touch felt like a soothing salve. Gently he turned his hand and he was now holding hers. He was like the rock changed by the ocean and he wanted to make her his home. Could she be the one that would truly return his feelings of love? He who once professed that he didn't believe in love, at this very moment believed only in that.

"Elena"- he said sweetily looking at her hand in his and then at her. Her mellow eyes shone sweetly at him, and now with a small gulp she removed it from him, and as she was going to take another piece of fruit, she let a cry out and hang her head as if a sharp pain rushed through it.

"Elena???"- he said in panic and took her head gently in his hands- "what is it?- look at me"

"Ah"- she let out and looked at him. There was a blank look in her chesnut-coloured eyes.

"A compulsion has been lifted"- he uttered- " who has - "

And before he could finish his question, Elena uttered somewhat still in disbelief - "Damon"

The brunette’s mind was racing, revealing the memory of the compulsion. She held her head feeling suddenly quite headachy.

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On the other side of the planet, Katherine looked at Damon's deminished shell- she charged at the witch but she removed her with only one move and said in a very snidey tone -

"He mattered to you?! Strange as you have no company in your heart vampire. What is it going to be- do you want me on your side or not? "

Katherine simply took the dagger out of Damon's body and went with Yizel. The witch set the fire to her house. The flames burnt in Katherine's eyes as she took a look one more time as they were driving out of the town.

************

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Meanwhile

Elena was sitting in the living room now. Elijah brought her a drink of water and thought it was best if she had a rest. As he wanted to give her space she asked him to stay.

"It doesn't surprise me that he compelled me-"- she started just as Elijah was about to leave the room.

"Elena, you don’t have to explain"

She interupted him now and looked at him with anger in her eyes- " I want to."

"Sooner or later this would happen, he had a flair for putting his hand into the nest of wasps"- Elijah was stating merely a fact.

He could see Elena was annoyed by Damon's audacity to compel her.

"There was only Damon's way. Nothing else mattered- same as he made me drink from him before the ritual-"- Elena remembered.

Elijah thought of the moment after it had happened and that he warned him that his actions would lead to Elena not forgiving him his tresspasses.

"I gather the compulsion was of a personal nature!?"- Elijah inferred.

"Yes"- Elena confirmed and carried on - "he had brought me the necklace back and told me he loved me, and that he cannot be selfish with me, that he didn't deserve me but his brother does- that's Damon- manipulation and control- "

"His death strikes me as unusual- he was careless but very resourceful-"

"Kol?"- Elena questioned- " could it be him?"

"It could have - he did embarrass him at the Ball. Kol doesn’t forget these things."

Elijah didn't eliminate the possibility that his brother took the vampire’s life. He turned now wanting to leave the room.

"Elijah- " - Elena stood up and stopped him again- " it doesn't change how I feel. because at the Ball he had told me that he loved me- and I -” She paused and now looked the Original straight in the eyes-

“I already had feelings for someone else "

Elijah now looked at her- and then she simply said-"You."

Elijah's eyes gleamed with the warmth of thousands suns as Elena's declaration immersed into him.

She had him disarmed long before this very moment, and now trying to maintain composure shattered like glass as his emotions overflowed all barriers making him pull her swiftly yet still very gently into a kiss.

Elena's mind, heart, body and soul met his lips with the same fervency. He was kissing her and the world fell away. Elena felt a smouldering heat deep within her as Elijah’s grip tightened, pulling her to him, gentle yet firm, until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of her heart against his chest. He slanted her head further, deepening the kiss.

As they pulled out of the kiss, both still reveling in the moment, her smile so open and loving made him feel alive for the first time.

"Elena- "- he smiled caressing her face- and before he could utter anything more she kissed him. His kiss touched her in ways she could not predict. Her heart was pledged to him as his was to hers. Always and forever.

The incisive ringing of his phone brought them back and placing a peck on her lips he apologized. The ringtone alerted him that this was a very important call.

"Yes?"- he said sightly annoyed and now listened to what his vampire spy had to say. His facial expression changed and showed concern.

"What ?"- Elena said as he put the phone back in his pocket.

"Esther has arrived in Romania."- he said- " but before we go to the order of the day, Esther, the Professor, I "-

"You don't have to say anything- I know- "- her eyes shone with the clarity of the full moon at him.

"You do"- he said in a mellow voice - " Dearest Elena -I wish we don't need to leave right now- but"

"We do"- she finished his sentence- "let's go then"-

He nodded and picked up the bag with the scrolls and they left the house.

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On the other side of the world

"I need to find me a witch that will actually do as I say"- Klaus raged as he still could not locate Esther.

"There is foul play at hand I can smell it."- Klaus went on. One of his confidantes stressed that the progression of siring more hybrids is still going strong.

"My mother will not stop till she get what she wants. I know, I am her son. Now find me that reincarnated witch that the natives talk about. I don't come before my eyes till you got her!". As the man left, he looked at the map of the countries of Eastern Europe.

"I just might pay you a visit brother"- the Hybrid muttered.

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Bucharest, Romania

A tad bit later

As Lia entered her formidable 19th century house, her phone rang. She answered it dropping her bag on the floor -

"Tell me. What have you got?"- she said to her friend.

"Dragan wants the doppelganger and is searching avidly for her too. "- Feride informed the witch.

"He is alive? Esther Mikaelson?"- the witch asked.

"Yes"- Feride confirmed.

"I don't like this. I need to meet them as soon as possible. At least the scrolls are with them." - Lia said goodbye to her friend and looked out of the window. The news was worrying.

(a/n:in the picture is the witch Lia!)

As she was about to make a call, she now got interrupted sensing the presence of the Original in front of her house. She then went to the door. Opening it, the witch looked at the vampire and his companion in a polite manner greeting them cordially.

"Elijah Mikaelson. We arranged to meet!"

"Yes, please do come in."- Lia said. And both of them entered the villa. He politely introduced Elena to Lia, and she shook Elena's hand, who immediately sensed an unusual sensation coming from the woman. Without any further ado, she asked them to follow her to her library.

"Please, do sit down"- Lia showed them where to accommodate themselves- "Can I offer you some refreshments?"

Elijah looked at Elena, who said no, and he refused it as well.- " I don't wish to be rude but I'd like to go down to the matter at hand- "

"The scrolls!"- Lia said- " may I see them?"-

He opened the bag and took the box with the precious cargo and placed it on the table. Lia could not hide gladness as she saw the carving on the box that represented the moon in a disc of the sun. She brushed her fingers over it like touching something very dear to her. At that moment Elijah realized that this woman was not just a professor.

"Thank you for bringing it home."- Lia said friendly and looked at them both- " I also want to get down to the matter at hand and say straight out that I know who you are and it's only fair that you know who I am before we start... I am a witch. But I guess this doesn't surprise you very much-"

It was obvious that she was a very powerful witch if she had managed to mask her true nature and avoid any of the attempts by Elijah to find out more about her. Yet Lia's benevolent demeanour made Elijah give her a benefit of a doubt for the moment. Elena on the other hand wanted to know how this would play out.

"Very rarely is there a witch who manages to keep her profile hidden?!"- Elijah said

"I am not an ordinary witch, I am a reincarnation of a witch, who lived in Dacia, before the Romans invaded these lands. The scrolls were written by my family member"- she looked at Elena,who then asked if she was some kind of an original witch.

"Something like it"-Lia replied- " I guess that there is something from the scrolls that is of your interest, a story, a spell?! "- she looked at Elijah now with her blue eyes sparkling like the sea on a clear sunny day. Elijah narrowed his eyes at her and said:

"Rumor has it that there is a story of a hybrid werewolf ?"- the Original said.

"Yes."- Lia confirmed - " So, this is about Klaus Mikaelson, your brother? This puzzles me- and that is why I wanted to see you in person. Elijah Mikaelson always protected his brother and made sure that his mess was always taken care of. But why are you here with the doppelganger, whose blood serves for new hybrids being sired? It doesn't add up?!"

Very rarely did a witch have such high ground over him. It seemed Lia knew all there was to know about him and his family and the recent developments. Elena was amazed that someone so far away knew of her. Elijah continued.

"I see you resent the fact that more hybrids are being sired."- he said- "this is precisely why we are here."

Lia looked at him with doubt, but she let him speak.

"I need him to stop using Elena's blood to sire more hybrids!" Elena could not hide a glow that exuded from her as he uttered those words. She looked at him.

"Right."- Lia's face smiled all of a sudden- and she thought to herself - " there is more to it- it's not all about power- it's also about love! "

"It is true." - Elijah said- " you may doubt my motives and I cannot blame you for that. I had put him first for a very long time, even nurtured his insatiable appetite for power - I am the reason he actually managed to sire hybrids, I was foolish enough to think he cares for his family - and I got put in a box for it. I had illusions that I would be able to control him with our mother, but that went awry. "

"I will do as you ask, I see that you speak truthfully. In a fact there is a spell that can bind your blood with Elena's. That would forever stop her blood being used for any purpose of siring hybrids or anything other- but there are consequences”- - Lia now looked at both of them quite seriously.

"What are they?"- Elena wanted to know.

"You will be united forever, his blood will be mixed with yours and so it will stay till the end of your time."

"That means that I will have vampire blood in me all the time and - if-" Elena realized what would happen if they agree to go through with the spell.

"Consequences."- Lia said.

"What is the story of the Hybrid?- Elena then said-

"Carpathian forests were so very well known for its wolves. Fearless animals. Dacian Draco had a wolf head- a symbol worn by the troops as a special protective symbol, to scare the enemies away.

“In actual truth there was a werewolf-vampire hybrid that lived in these parts- brutal, hounded everyone and everything especially three nights around the full moon. It would desiccate cattle, people, almost anything that came its way. Till it found its match who finished him. Beheading it and taking its heart out."

" There were vampires before, what happened to them?"-Elena asked curiously.

" Four witches-slayers- Mani, Iskra, Ada, Maka rid the old world of the vampires. Mani killed the hybrid." - the witch explained.

"And the witches?"- Elijah now asked-”What happened to them?”

"As they came so they went."- Lia said, continuing- "That is all I know. There is a war looming- and witches will take sides. I have already chosen where I will stand- with the doppelganger- Elena! "

"Why is that?"- Elijah looked at Lia somewhat surprised.

"Elena is my family."- Lia said. Elena looked at the witch, who looked more like a fairy with her braided blond hair and pale face in amazement.

#Elijah Mikaelson #Elena Gilbert #Elejah #tvd fanfiction #Fanfiction #alternative universe

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glimps-of-my-dream · 6 years

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21/10/2018

I was in a laboratory with friends, to “beat” some bad guys.

It was a very big facility, mostly in white with blue/black lines as decoration on the wall. We were running towards a room for “something” - I can’t remember - but in a blink I, alone, was caught by one of the bad guys we were chasing, somehow.

The man who caught me was a tall, little-tanned skin man, with honey-coloured wavy hair. He caught me panicking with his chesnut eyes and told me in a way to sooth me: “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you” I then try to calm down, and realize I will die, alone, without being able to say a word to my friends and family before. I didn’t know at that point how, but then pictures went through my mind and I saw dissected humans. I wanted to run away, but I was me like in my real life : I would be out of breath by running 15m and then be caught. I was accepting my fate, hoping it won’t hurt me. I ask him “Will it hurt?” “No, you will be unconcious when I’ll be operating you” He responded with a little smirk. “What do you mean by I will be unconcious? Will I have something like anesthesia?” “Yes, so much that you will fall asleep. Don’t worry.” I was reassured in a way, at least I won’t be tortured and feeling every time he will slice my skin and pick my organs out of my body... As the picture went through me, I started having cold sweat, and shaking a little bit as I was now really realizing it will be my last moment of my life. I felt a sudden urge to go to toilet - to pee, to be precise - so I ask in a desperate look to the man if I could. He analyzed how I was, and seemed to conclude it was not an attempt to run away ; he accepted.

I was wandering in the corridor to find where the toilet was. I then saw several doors, and, somehow, I knew one of them was the door leading to toilet. I opened the one that was at the left, and... I found one toilet seat, right in front of me, but not only. It was a huge room, with in its center a “chair”, the kind you lay down on it for chirurgical operations. But there was a man already laying on it, with his skull opened and some sort of electrode in it ; he also had nothing in his belly : it was empty, all his intestins were on a plate, at his side. The man then woke up, screaming “WHAT IS THIS, WHAT IS HAPPENING, YOU LIED TO ME ! IT HURTS, IT HURTS !!” crawling on himself, trying not suffer more as he already did.

I shut the door, as if I saw nothing and went to the next door. It was the toilet room. With my hand shaking like a newborn deer would try to stand on its feet, I tried to open a door to then sit and try - finally - to pee. But I couldn’t, especially after what I saw. The man was agonizing, still alive and begging for help. This would be me. Me in several minutes ? Hours ? It didn’t matter much, I will anyway end up like him.

As I was trying to do what I am supposed to do in toilet, I heard the toilet room door opening. It was probably the honey hair man, who was suspicious how long it took me for what I asked him. He shouted in the room “Are you here ?” and I answered quickly so he won’t sneak up my toilet compartment to check what I was doing. After faking I finished, I went to wash my hand. The man was still here. “Do you want chocolate ? It’s chocolate milk” “Oh, why not ?” He maybe thought I would relax a bit more with it. As I bit into the chocolate bar and swallowed it, I saw a bigger smile on his face : was it a really good choice to eat this chocolate ? He didn’t look like a very bad person, but the thing was, he was. I felt something torn inside me, and ran into a toilet to try to spit it out. It was too late. I felt like vomiting, and I did. The man was watching me and told me with his suave voice “You know, I prefer anatomize you without to see anything in your stomach. So I just want to make sure there’s nothing in it”.

I was panting, shaking, realizing I will die sooner than I expected. He took my left wrist and forced me to follow him even though I still wasn’t it a good shape - if I may say so -. He brought me in the first room I accidentally entered earlier, and violently tried to lay me down on his operation chair - I’m sorry, I don’t know how it’s called -. “YOU LIED TO ME ! I WON’T BE DEAD WHEN YOU’LL DISSECT ME!!” “You know, it’s better without so I can enjoy your pain” He smiled a last time to me.

I then woke up.

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