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jviedevivre · 26 days

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Eva Green behind the scenes of Casino Royale, 2006

#eva green #actress #casino royale #james bond #vesper lynd #artemisia #vanessa ives #miss g #sybilla #etc #Hollywood #2000s #french #french actress #movies #beautiful actress #flawless beauty queens #flawless beauty

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athenodora-sulpicia-writer · 1 year

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If these six had a party together this video would be the results.

-Miss P and Vesper trying to be responsible adults.

-Vanessa was forced to come.

-Morgan’s already had four glasses of wine.

-Artemisia disappears part way through and then reappears less then sober.

-And Miss G was simply ditsy and strange.

This was so much fun to make.

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missgsgirlfriend · 1 year

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Eva Green in Cracks (2009)

#miss g #eva green cracks #cracks 2009 #cracks movie #eva green #miss gribben #eva green miss g #angelique bouchard #penny dreadful

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littleone088 · 3 months

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Miss Gribben -

Warning: narcissism, verbal abuse, references to pedophilia

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"You are nothing! Nothing without me!" The Older Woman encouraged my tears with furious yelling. No reason was given for the anger as she held the letter high above my head.

"Begging mummy and daddy to come get you, is it?" I reached to snatch the letter, only for her hand to smack me down onto the ground. Miss G glared through her shiny silver tears.

Her breath rattled out through her teeth in a hiss, as if she was an angered serpent. I was her mouse, ready to escape her clutches by any means possible.

"Why are you trying to leave me, CeCe?" Her voice cracked, and silken tears ran down her cheeks to delve into the crack of her lips "Am I not enough?"

I, Cecilia Burns, threw caution to the wind. My hard, blazing eyes setting fire to the brunette as I mustered up the courage to spit my most vile, heartfelt truth into the snakes maw.

"Because I hate you." The words flew past my lips faster than her ears could comprehend them, and so the consequences didn't land their hits until I'd finished my hateful monologue "You are a spiteful parasite, clinging onto me for your own sickening gain"

Her eyes shattered like I had thrown stones at a priceless stained glass window. Miss G let the grasp on her sanity slip from her hand, so that it was free to let itself corrupt from the dirt and grime on the ground. She let her smile flicker, and then drop.

At first, I thought she might strike me, but it seemed she valued self restraint. Her hands bunched into fists, then slackened. She felt each knuckle pop from the tension.

"You... What?" Tears slickened her face like the mist of a great fog. Her lip quivered and began to shake. Her lashes became moist with water.

The sympathetic side to my spirit began to ache for her. My more rebellious side began to take hold, however and I let my voice grow louder, stronger, harsher.

"I HATE YOU!" I was on my feet now, staring her dead in the eyes. Miss G was taller than me, with an intimidating presence even as her hard exterior cracked. She shuddered out a breath as I screeched out obscenity after obscenity, anything to make her hurt.

Her eyes conveyed the grief of thousands. Gail Gribben raised a trembling hand to grasp for me

"DONT TOUCH ME, YOU- YOU FREAK!"

Miss G followed as I stumbled backwards, attempting to put as much distance between us as possible. I wanted to get off of this island, out of this country. Away from her.

Her slender fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist, pulling me to her as if I was merely a doll. She was pure, slender steel with the strength of a great sword. She was desirous violence incarnate.

"Don't push me away, CeCe" her voice trembled like a scolded child. Gail pulled and pulled until I was in her arms and thrashing against her grip. Her arm held me by my waist, another in my hair as she forced me to dry my tears on the shoulder of her fabric scarf.

Hatred, fear and grief rage inside me. I fought like an alley cat but still... She held me. This woman had an indomitable vice-like grip on me. I sobbed hard into her shoulders, finally letting myself fall under her spell of perceived protection.

The irony was, what I needed protecting from in the first place, was the very thing attempting to keep me 'safe' in that moment. Miss Gribben shivered out harsh hissed breaths as she trembled, checked my subservience and laid her moist lips against my temple.

"I will leave this place" my voice was nearly silent, soft like the whimper of kitten. I was broken. This threat was an empty one.

"Enough now..." My sobs encouraged her to hold me tight, as if she would never let me go "...shhhh"

Gail fixed her eyes on the wall behind me, hard and calculating. She had to take back control of this situation.

"No more of these empty little threats, my girl. They do us no good"

My breathing quivered. Miss G felt my body relax and took it a a sign of submission. I had given up the fight. A little smile crooked her lips as she imagined taking control once more.

She rocked me in her arms like a child, in some sick fashion I probably was. Miss Gribben mothered me, everyone knew it. What they didn't know was the extremes she took our dynamic to.

"You won't leave me, not ever" I knew this was more of a self-affirmation than something she was saying to me. Her voice croaked and her hands on me grew more possessive.

Her rocking of my body stilled, and her hands froze on me. She pressed her mouth to my head and murmured words I scarcely recognised. Miss G was someone I barely knew anymore.

"Promise me"

"I-" her quiveringly serious voice cut me off.

"Promise you won't leave"

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"Where are you going, Celia?"

Di Radfield rubbed her eyes, still in bed with the blankets rolled up to her ankles. She watched me step into my slippers.

"Miss G sent for me"

"Again? At this time of night?"

I sighed, and shook my head. I longed to delve back into my own blankets.

"Why?" Di's eyes glinted with suspicion. My stomach turned, and for a moment I considered telling her the truth. Maybe I could be freed from the tumultuous relationship I had with Miss G if I just came clean to someone.

Without an answer, Di huffed and turned over to chase sleep once again.

By the time I reached her quarters, only a single oil lamp burned by the bedside. Gail flicked her page, and smiled warmly up at me. She pulled back the blankets and invited me into her bed.

By now, this was a nightly ritual. I would step into her bed and face away from her, hoping against destiny that I might be sent back to my own room and avoid the questions from the other girls.

More often than not, her book was laid aside within a couple of minutes and the oil lamp was blown out reducing the room to complete darkness. Miss G shuffled slightly ruffling the blankets, scooting along the mattress until her front pressed against me and her breath chased the nape of my neck.

"Don't be a rude goose, darling"

I knew what this phrase meant. Especially when accompanied by a sillied giggle like that of a schoolgirl. I'd turn reluctantly to find her waiting, tired eyes happily smiling as she wrapped around me with her whole body. Her lips pressed to mine, and her heat enveloped me in a cocoon.

As soon as I felt her touch me all doubts and fears were struck from my mind. I felt safe. Miss Gribben was my protector, my saviour. I needed her and she needed me.

Sleep was quick to follow, and the day began anew.

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#miss gribben #Miss G #eva green #oneshot #cracks 2009

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eddysocs · 2 months

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The Object Of Desire — Chapter Six (Drowning In Doubt)

Summary: Camille's revelation of her name prompts Aerla to seek answers. Joining the diving team for a practice, she faces mixed reception. And later, a quiet moment by the water hints at unspoken desires, leaving Aerla torn between longing and the constraints of their connection.

Word Count: 1,455

Warnings: Unresolved romantic/sexual tension

After their adventure, Aerla was too energized to fall asleep right away, and toyed with the idea of sneaking out and wandering the halls in hopes of stumbling upon Miss G again, who she suspected might also be having trouble winding down. But, the last thing she needed was to get into trouble and exploring the halls at this hour. It was not a risk she felt willing to take. She’d hate to be sent away again when she was just starting to like it here.

When she was finally able to lull herself into sleep, her dreams were filled with the events of the day, almost as if she had been watching the day unfold as an observer rather than a participant. To see it all over again like that was refreshing, exhilarating even, and when morning came, Aerla felt rested, ready to tackle the day before her.

Only one thing remained in her mind as she got dressed. Camille. Miss G's given name had echoed around in her head. Why had she told her that? Did she want her to refer to her that way? Certainly not in public, that would draw too much attention. But she must have shared it for a reason.

As she stepped out of her room to head for breakfast she saw several members of the diving team discussing practice. It seemed Sundays were when the team got together for both practicing their dives and for fun. She hadn’t meant to linger, but when Di caught sight of her, she smiled, one that didn’t quite fully reach her eyes, and asked if Aerla wanted to join them, like they were making it up to her after last time.

"I’d like that," Aerla replied. Though she remained somewhat skeptical of Di's intentions, it was a marvelous excuse to see Miss G again, and get an answer to her question about her name.

And so the waiting began. Aerla found it hard to fill her time until the divers met out at the lake. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything other than the nagging question she was determined to revisit with Miss G later. At lunch, she picked at her food, too caught up in her own head to realize she hadn’t actually eaten much of it.

"I hear my divers invited you to practice. I would have done so myself, but I didn’t want you to feel pressured if you weren’t ready." Brought out from her chronic overthinking, Aerla looked up from her plate.

"I thought I’d give it a try. You did say I was good. I’d like to see how it is diving with the other girls."

Miss G clapped her hands and smiled. "Wonderful. Then I’ll see you later."

Later truly could not come soon enough for Aerla. She was eager to show off whatever skills she had as a diver and prove herself to Di and the rest, as well as Miss G, who seemed to have so much faith in her.

Finally, her moment had come, and Aerla's lungs burned from the quickness in which she sprinted out to the lake. She was a little embarrassed to be the first one, but too excited to care as much as she might normally. The rest of the divers filed in in groups of two or three with Di and her friends bordering on being fashionably late. Aerla had wanted to speak to Miss G the moment she’d seen her arrive, but she didn’t want to be overheard. Best to save it.

Despite Di having invited her along, almost none of the girls spoke to Aerla, leaving her to once again feel like an outsider. She tried with them, but it felt like she had no way in. The group of girls were too closed off to truly let her in. Oh well, she thought, as least she had Miss G.

But even that brought no solace. Miss G had given her attention mostly to her more experienced divers, instructing, critiquing. There was but a single distracted smile sent her way in between two dives. She shouldn’t be feeling jealous. It was unreasonable. However, jealousy didn’t always go hand in hand with reason.

After hours of mostly watching her classmates practice and otherwise splash and linger in the water, Aerla was beyond ready to leave. She had a reason to stay though, one she could not simply put off for another day. Finally, the girls began to dry off and head back for dinner. Aerla stayed.

As Miss G picked up several towels left behind, Aerla approached her. "I wanted to ask you something," Aerla broached, deciding to be straightforward with her. "The other day, you told me your name. Why?"

She’d been expecting this, ever since she’d confided in her, yet the question had still managed to catch Camille off guard. "I can’t say I fully know myself," she admitted. "Did it make you uncomfortable? I never meant—"

"No, it isn’t that. I was…I don’t know, grateful? It felt like you were divulging a secret, one you’d only tell someone you were close to. Did you want me to use it? Your name, I mean." She felt like she was rambling. She was nervous, her heart fluttering away in her chest. "Just when we're alone," she added quickly.

Camille wanted that very much, but would it be appropriate to say so? It could lead to trouble, but she said only when they were alone. Had she meant that she wanted to be alone with her? Camille shook her head, almost imperceptibly, and realized she needed to give her an answer.

"You’re welcome to use it if you like."

There was a small pause, filled only with Aerla's smile at having her permission to refer to her by her given name, "Can I ask you something else?"

"Of course." With the words came Miss G's hand on her back, rubbing gently and reassuringly up and down, easing the anxiety she felt.

"Can we go back to private lessons? I don’t think I’m good in a team setting. It felt so…impersonal. I want to train with you, but everyone else being there just feels like a distraction." In all honesty, she hadn’t cared much whether or not she continued diving, but losing her time with Miss G entirely felt like too big of a loss for her, so if that were the way she could continue seeing her, she’d be more than happy with that.

It was exactly what Camille wanted as well, and so she graciously and enthusiastically allowed for their one on one lessons to continue.

As the lessons continued, the connection between them deepened. Camille's guiding touch became more deliberate, her hands guiding Aerla with a gentleness that transcended instruction. Yet she remained careful not to overstep. It was a constant, nagging fear that if she went too far, it would drive Aerla away. Still, Camille hungered for those moments of intimacy that were somehow neither romantic nor entirely platonic. It was those moments that she’d think about at night as she lay in bed, when anything seemed possible.

One afternoon, they stayed and lingered by the water's edge after their lesson came to an end. The sun was slowing sinking towards the horizon, casting a warm glow on the water. Camille's gaze locked onto Aerla's, a silent invitation back into the water. It was their safe space, almost like another world. Without words, they descended into the water, the world above replaced by the ethereal blue.

In the quiet depths, Camille's hand found Aerla's. Their fingers intertwined and time lost its grip as they shared a moment suspended in liquid intimacy. Breaking the surface, they emerged, breathless and entangled. The unspoken tension now simmered on the brink of acknowledgment. Aerla searched Camille's eyes for answers, finding a vulnerability that mirrored her own.

Camille wanted so badly to kiss her in that moment, but she refrained. It had been the beginning of the end for her with Fiamma, a tragedy she did not wish to repeat. No, if she wanted Aerla, she’d have to let the girl come to her. If it were her that turned the relationship into something more than it already was, it would not end well.

Their breath regained from their foray under the surface of the lake, they shared a mirthful laugh, finally breaking the mounting tension that had bubbled between them. Aerla was all too aware of their physical closeness, their clasped hands. But it could not mean what she wanted it to. Not if she wished to hold onto it. She was once again caught between what she desired and what could not happen.

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Chapter Five <- 🩵 -> Chapter Seven

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#oc: aerla grae #fc: francesca capaldi #fd: cracks #fic: the object of desire #aerla x miss g #miss g #miss gribben #miss g x oc #miss gribben x oc

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gay-and-sad-tm · 2 years

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Do you think you'll post the finished fanfic about miss g in the future? Would love to read it!

yep! i have some bits of it written but once i put them together i’ll definitely be posting it on my ao3 (my user is in my bio). if you want to drop ur username i can tag you in a post here when i put it up. anyone else who wants to be tagged comment on this and i will :)

#fanfic #miss g #miss gribben #eva green #wlw #ao3

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ocmerunaway · 2 years

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Hannah Fields doesn’t know what to think when she’s sent to Miss G’s school. She’s usually bright, funny, lively but the girl that arrives at school is shy, meek, almost broken. When Miss G is captivated by the girl it’s clear that things will change, but could it be that this time Miss G has found the right girl, someone who will happily stay by her side, no matter what?

#miss g #hannah fields #cracks

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raepliica · 10 months

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Heartbeat

[image description: A grayscale Trigun comic featuring Vash and Wolfwood.

Against a black background, child Vash floats in Ship 5, curled up and with his thumb pressed to his mouth. Heartbeat noises sound around him, and he looks at peace. The background shifts to white and shows adult Vash, sitting shirtless with his knees pulled up to his chest. The heartbeat sound continues only to be interrupted by knocking. Wolfwood, from outside the bathroom, asks, "Hey blondie! You fell asleep in there?"

The scene expands to reveal Vash sitting curled up in the bathtub, shower spraying on the back of his head. His clothes are left aimlessly on the bathroom counter and floor. From outside the bathroom, Wolfwood, shrugging of his jacket, continues, "… The sand steamer leaves at dawn tomorrow so don't take all night. I'm not waking you up gently if you're late." Vash's eyes continue to look downward, glazed and unfocused. Step sound effects and a yawn sound from outside the bathroom before Wolfwood says, "'m going to bed…". In the tub, Vash sits curled up against a dark background, before eventually lifting his head and unfurling himself as the background grows lighter.

He twists around to turn off the shower and then looks at the floor, going, "Ah." He sits, thinking, before calling out "Wolfwood?". A sleepy Wolfwood replies, "…yeah?" from offscreen. "I forgot my towel!" Vash exclaims. "Ugh, look under your change of clothes… Knew you'd forget so I left it there…" a grouchy Wolfwood replies. "Gee, thanks!" Vash replies, a cartoony doodle of him saying "so reliable!".

Vash, shirtless but with sleep pants on, opens the door, towel draped over his head, to see Wolfwood, reclining on the bed. Wolfwood's smoking and holding his rosary, lit by the light from the bathroom. Vash climbs into bed next to him, towel still around his shoulders, and rests his head on Wolfwood's chest. His eyes close and then open to see Wolfwood watching him. Vash exclaims, "Oh! It's speeding up!, and Wolfwood bonks him on the head before saying, "Get on here since ya wanna be so up close 'n personal!". The two tussle briefly and Vash laughs before Wolfwood tucks the blanket around them. Wolfwood continues to smoke as Vash curls up against his chest and listens to his heartbeat, the background turning black once again as he smiles, content. /end id]

#trigun #trimax #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash centric #my art #image described #vash finding comfort in regular and rythmic sounds #vash missing the quietness of the zero-g room and never being able to truly find that same safe space again #at it again with the heart-themed vash comics #its gonna happen again #from the manga we already know vash's little habit of curling in on himself #so i thought i'd give my own little idea to that concept #also sleepy woowoo with his rosary🫶🫶#<- very important to me #i think he'd use it out of habit to occupy his mind rather than for any religious reasons #thank you sm gnomebud for the ID!!#raepliica_art

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muggycuphead · 1 year

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weird flex but ok i guess pt.30

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War…Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – Jolly Hood!

Don't mind me, just wanted to drop something seasonal with the surreal gang ;^)

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

#friday night funkin'#fnf au #bfsh #merry christmas and happy new year 2022 #boyfriend's hood #alternate universe #alternative timeline #alt universe #lil b #miss g #minor b n' major b #high g and low g #truck chuck #fnfau #puppil the canineye

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gothedrals · 2 years

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I miss you blockbuster I miss you cds I miss you little buttons that played song previews in walmart I miss you vhs tapes I miss you blocky tv with rabbit ears that only had 10 channels I miss you scratched dvds from the library I miss you envelopes of developed photos from a film camera I miss you flip phones covered in stickers I miss you physical media

#edit for clarification: I do still engage in physical media. i know many of these things are still around today #i still buy cds and vinyl and read paper books from the library and I own a film camera #this is moreso about the culture as a whole shifting to value convenience over experience #listening to cds on my own will not change the culture back to when physical media was the norm for everyone #I’m a nostalgia-ridden person there’s a specific feeling I’m missing that I can’t achieve by myself #g

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athenodora-sulpicia-writer · 1 year

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Hello! <3 first i hope you're doing okay, do you think you could write for vanessa ives x fem reader pls?

The Clairvoyant's White Witch

Summary: After witnessing the events of Mr Lyle's Friday evening party, a woman seeks out Vanessa Ive's and Sir Malcom to offer her assistance in finding Sir Malcom's missing daughter but at first she will only speak to the infamous Miss Ives and soon a fleeting feeling becomes so much more.

Warnings: (social anxiety, quick mention of death and demon possession)

After the events I'd witnessed at Mr Lyle's London establishment, I couldn't force the images out of my mind. I'd never seen a possession of such a magnitude before and the vile things that poor woman had been put through made my stomach churn. So after a quick conversation with another woman in attendance, I soon learned the woman's name and the name of the man she had accompanied and I knew I had to do something to help.

The streets of London were frigid the next night, as I walked through the aristocracy sector of the city. It hadn't taken me very long to learn of the address I required and now, with only the light from the gas lamps and the moon, I found myself standing before a grand manor house, with my hand coming up to knock at the door.

I gave two firm knocks before the door was opened by a man that I presumed worked for Sir Malcolm, who owned this home. Out of instinct upon realising my close proximity to the man in the entrance I took a step back and waited a moment before I spoke.

"Good evening, I'm here to see Sir Malcolm and Miss Ives," I spoke quickly and politely before being allowed to enter the home. Upon walking into the entrance hall, the man who had allowed me in asked for my shawl and coat though the request only made me pull the material of the shawl closer around my shoulders, though I soon relented and handed over my coat.

I was now standing in my blush pink and white gown with my shawl being in a secure place around my shoulders. "Ma'am if you'll follow me into the Drawing Room please," The gentlemen who welcomed me in requested and I began to walk towards what I believed to be the Drawing Room.

The door was then opened for me and I soon caught site of two people already occupying the room. Suddenly I felt terribly self conscious, perhaps it had been stupid to come, maybe I was being to impulsive or I'd had to much to drink the night before.

Yet when I actually thought about it I knew, deep down, that I still wanted to be here and I still wanted to offer my help.

"Hello Miss, I'm Sir Malcolm and this is Miss Ives," an older gentlemen introduced himself and then gestured to the woman who stood to his right. I knew he was the one who owned this establishment, I'd tried to do a little research before arriving tonight, if only to quell my anxiousness.

Then my blue eyes wondered and I found myself looking at the woman I'd seen last night. I thought she had been beautiful the night prior, regardless of what occurred but looking at her now, I could only attest that she was even more stunning. Her black hair was uncharacteristically down for a woman of her status and she wore a lovely yet simple black laced frock.

"Good Evening, I'm Lilian Damar and I um...." My sentence quickly broke off as Sir Malcolm began to walk over to me to presumably shake my hand in greeting and I could feel my palms begin to sweat and suddenly my hands needed something to do, so I unconsciously began to tug at the sleeve of my dress.

"A pleasure Miss Damar," Sir Malcolm began to announce as It seemed he hadn't seen my change in demeanour but before he could walk passed the couch that divided the room Miss Ives spoke up and halted him.

"Sir Malcom could you please excuse myself and the Lady Damar, I'd wish to enquire as to why she's here first." This had Sir Malcolm coming to halt and soon his back was facing me as I wondered if perhaps the two were now having a silent conversation.

It seemed it didn't matter as quickly after Miss Ives had spoken, the older gentlemen was leaving the Drawing Room, now leaving just myself and the ravenette.

The room's door soon closed and I was quickly looking back at the woman that stood on the opposite end of the room to me. She hadn't even met me yet and already I saw how her eyes looked at me with something more than interest and I could only hope it wasn't pity.

"I do hope I made the right judgement in sending Sir Malcolm out," She began to say walking over to the couch that sat close to the fireplace, with a gentle hand gesturing for me to sit with her.

As I waited for her to continue, I quickly took her up on her silent offer to sit down and soon found myself seated a mere foot away from this enchanting woman.

"When I saw how your hands tugged on your sleeve I thought it may be best for now." That's when I saw how she smiled at me and now I realised it wasn't pity in her eyes but understanding and suddenly I felt far more comfortable now, then when I had entered in before.

"You did Miss Ives," I reassured, struggling to loose my more upper class voice but perhaps my natural tongue would come through soon enough, once I became a little more comfortable here.

"That's good to hear, now down to business, why is it you have come here tonight?" Her tone only shifted slightly as she spoke and even then it only became more confident not sounding harsh at all.

"Well, you see Miss Ives," I began and then took a quick steadying breath before continuing, "I was in attendance at last nights festivities and I witnessed what happened so I've come here to tonight to offer my help."

That certainly wasn't as hard to say as I thought it was going to be and that only served to make my confidence grow. Then I looked at Miss Ives intently, as I watched the gears in her head turn and move as she thought over my words.

"And what is it you believe us in need of help with, if you don't my mind me asking?" Her tone was skeptical now and her brows furrowed together as her icy blue eyes narrowed soley on me.

"I heard that Sir Malcolm's daughter has gone missing and after last nights... ordeal, I believe that it is no common disappearance but instead apart of something that isn't within the control of the mortal realm." I was originally unsure how to refer to last nights events, I didn't want to upset the ravenette that sat across from me and I knew how hard it was to live with things inside you that could sometimes be outside of your control.

"And how is it you came to that conclusion?" She was a smart woman, I could feel it as soon as I stepped inside the room, her demeanour practically exuded intelligence and a knowledge stronger than most women of her age and status, she truly did seem to be the diamond within the rough.

"I don't commonly see women being possessed by the supernatural and certainly not to the extent that you were, which I truly am sorry I couldn't prevent but I believe that to be evidence enough to back up what I have said."

It was so tempting to place a comforting hand over her own paler one and perhaps I would have, maybe I did, I had started to at least but then I quickly retracted it. I knew, much like myself, she wouldn't want my pity and though that wasn't what I would've been trying to give her, I knew she wouldn't have seen that immediately.

A scoff then came before she shook her head in somewhat annoyance, "How could you have possibly prevented it?" She asked me almost mockingly.

"Perhaps I couldn't have prevented it but I could have maybe weakened it's effects, perhaps I could have even expelled the demon sooner than it had left. I'm not sure, I couldn't even guarantee such a thing." I had truly wanted to do something but everything seemed to happen so quickly and there were so many people, if I'd intervened then I probably would already be dead.

"There's nothing you could have done," Her tone had certainly lost the the gentleness of earlier but there was still a hint of kindness left. She probably thought I was lying, making something outlandish up just to gain attention but I knew my next words would put to rest such thoughts.

"Perhaps not but a White Witches job is to help those who need it Miss Ives and that's what intend to do. You can have Sir Malcolm come back in now."

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Part 2 is now out.

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missgsgirlfriend · 1 year

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Eva Green in Cracks (2009)

#miss g #miss gribben #cracks 2009 #eva green #angelique bouchard #penny dreadful #vanessa ives #lesbian #lgbt

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ladeldee · 25 days

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Happy Anniversary to them 💖💖💖

Also shout out to Phil meeting Missa for the first time being the most replayed moment in his first vod lmaoooo

#qsmp #Pissa #qsmp Missa #qsmp Philza #This wasn't intended to be art for their anniversary but it fell on the right time :") AAAAH MIS PADREEEES #Gosh this was meant to be about me vodwatching and losing my mind over this being on Day 1 hELLOOOOO but that wouldve been back in July lma #To anyone reading the tags. Hey hey they said I love you to each other on the first day of each island. Day 1 and in Purgatory.. g od #Anyway I love them I'm so happy they're still thriving a year later and I miss them

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eddysocs · 29 days

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The Object Of Desire — Chapter Seven (Hidden Thoughts And Secret Places)

Summary: After a short night, Aerla must go about her day, and relief comes in the form of her private forest clearing. There to write out some of her thoughts, her peace is interrupted.

Word Count: 1,117

Warnings: Some minor angst/drama, progression of feelings within a student/teacher relationship

Later that night, Aerla lay sleepless, staring up towards the ceiling. Again, the day's events played over and over in her head. Beautiful, blissful images swam at the forefront of her mind, yet still the thoughts somehow plagued her, taking her slumbering hours away from her. Di, directly across the room from her, was awake as well. Aerla sighed, half with contentment and half with frustration at her inability to fall asleep.

"Hey," Di whisper yelled. Aerla sat up. Her eyes were accustomed enough to the darkness that she could tell Di was also sitting up and looking —rather, glaring— at her. Aerla pointed at herself to clarify that Di had been speaking to her. Had she done something to wake her? She hadn’t thought so. "Yes, you. You came back from the lake awfully late. What were you doing out there?"

Aerla didn’t like the accusation in Di's tone. What did it matter to her what she did or didn’t do? Yet she needed to answer her. Although she certainly had no obligation to tell Di the truth. At least not the whole of it. "I stayed to speak to Miss G. I wanted to tell her that I don’t think I’ll be joining your diving team. I don’t think I'm suited to it."

"Oh," Di replied flatly. Aerla didn’t know what she'd been expecting to hear, but she assumed that hadn’t been it. "Okay then. Shame. You were kind of good," Di replied dismissively and with a passive aggressive shrug. Aerla fought not to argue with her. She was damned good, and Di knew that as well as Aerla herself did. Miss G had praised her on her dive, possibly more so than any of the other girls. Perhaps Di was merely jealous that she was better than her. Aerla longed to gloat, lord it over her like some primary school bully, but she didn’t need the conflict. Di seemed determined not to like her, and she didn’t need to give her any more reason to hate her.

After Di laid back down, and Aerla was able to be off her guard once more, she actually settled into a light sleep. Morning seemed to come too quickly however, and Monday's classes were bright and early as usual. For her first few courses of the day, she was struggling to keep awake, the monotony coupled with her shortened night of rest was a draining combination.

Lunchtime had perked her up a bit, having forgone breakfast for roughly half an hour more of rest. The afternoon then proceeded to go much smoother for her. She was more attentive, especially after passing Miss G in the hall between class periods. And then classes concluded for the day and she was free. While the other girls gathered in dorms and a short distance outside the building, Aerla made her way to the forest.

The clearing she'd found on her first foray out into the woods awaited her and the journal she’d brought along with her. Birdsong again filled the secluded area, and Aerla sat on the large, fallen log to put some thoughts down on the pages in her journal.

Camille. French in origin. There is something exotic about her that keeps her always in my thoughts. It is not unlike what I felt for the girl from home, whose name need not be mentioned here, yet it is not quite the same either. With the girl, curiosity. With Camille…perhaps desire?

The snap of a twig got her attention and froze her pen to the page. It could have merely been an animal traipsing through, but she had to be sure. She slowly lifted her head to observe her surroundings. In the distance, she caught a glimpse of a silvery, silken skirt as someone darted away beyond the trees. Perhaps it was time to leave. She wanted to preserve this spot as her own, and if someone was already poking around, she best wait until later for another visit.

Camille had only meant to keep an eye on the girls after classes had let out for the day. She’d been making her rounds, seeing that the girls had mostly grouped up for a bit of fun during the pleasant weather before the rain came overnight. And that’s when she’d spotted Aerla heading for the forest. Normally, the girls weren’t permitted past the tree line, but she seemed to be heading somewhere with a purpose and Camille wanted to know where.

She lingered behind at quite a distance, only just able to keep Aerla in her sights. When she saw her enter the woods, she pressed forward after her, carefully treading into the brush. From behind a thick and gnarled old tree, Camille stood and watched as Aerla entered a forest clearing, sitting herself on a fallen log. It appeared that she was writing something. She wouldn’t be able to see the words on the page even if she were to draw closer, yet she took a step forward anyway. A mistake.

The crack of the stick beneath her feet had clearly startled the young woman, whose writing ceased immediately. Camille knew she’d have to flee. She could only hope she was fast enough to avoid catching Aerla's eye as she went. Her mad dash from the woods left her wanting for breath by the time she reached the forest's edge. It was already starting to get dark at this time of year, and a chill was setting in, so Camille jogged off to go inside and grab a coat. She might have just stayed in, but she wanted to make sure Aerla made it back.

Camille stood outside the school's entrance and waited, puffing on a cigarette to look as if she were preoccupied with anything other than worry for her favorite pupil. When Aerla finally came trotting up the hill, Camille exhaled a long plume of smoke, along with an abundance of relief. Everyone else had gone inside by the time she reached the door, so that left them alone. "Camille, what are you still doing out here?"

Camille almost lost her cool when Aerla addressed her by her first name, but another drag from her cigarette helped her to regain her composure. "Just making sure everyone comes inside," she replied. "You’re the last."

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she apologized, though a hint of a smile told her she wasn’t entirely sorry for it.

"Not at all. After you." Camille half bowed as she gestured to the door with a flourish. Aerla smiled at the act she was putting on until she caught sight of a peek of silver coming from under Camille's long, black coat.

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Chapter Six <- 🩵 -> Chapter Eight

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bigshotautos · 2 years

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ENLARGE YOURSELF

#spamton g spamton #spamton #deltarune #my art #back on my bullshit.#started as a joke because i drew spamton with his teeth too big #and my friend was like 'well his teeth cant ever be too big'#stretched that to an extreme #missed drawing this freak !#extra tag for ghost tagging smile smile.

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ryuukootan · 7 months

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watched Wall-e last night and thought of them.

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