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oldcountrybuffet · 1 year
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You'll be going back for seconds once you try Old Country Buffet's delicious, homemade mac n cheese.
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foxxedhound · 1 year
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the-gone-ton · 2 years
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Back in the Old Country...
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moxxiejoestar · 1 year
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Go to 118 W Troutman Pkwy, Fort Collins, CO 80525 or country buffet https://maps.app.goo.gl/agmAN9sTEKtpd4st8
Me & the boys heading to country buffet at Fort Collins/Colorado/USA in 2023:
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funnyfollower · 14 days
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All You Can Delete Buffet
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breakfastoffer · 6 months
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indiatrendzs · 7 months
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Carved Rustic Credenza
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pjackk · 5 months
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Yep another miesrable "F my life" moment just hapened to me i basicaly walked 10 miles up the mountain to get to behind to the gas station to see my plug to buy me my with my favorite delta 8 pipe rocks and grab another 6er of tall boy steelies and i forgot i had my lit pre roll from brunch at the Country Grocerys buffet and i tripped on a congom on they away out and fell directly into a puddle of oil which normaly is fine when i fall and hurt myself ebcause nobody gives a fuck about me but the pants got stained wich is not unusual for me either but this time with motor guel or some shit but my pre roll was smoldering still and it set my ptants on fire so i dive in to the muddy ditch to put wet mut on my body to estinguish the fire and it and it shook the fuck up out of my steelos and the bursted all over me and it put out the fire but now i dont have any booze at all and my delta 7 "Fuck n chill" rocks burned tf up and i dont got nothgin left and my pants were all fucked up so i had to go home thru the woods wihtout them and it was so dark out and my peice of shit phone died even thouhg it was at 27% and i couldnt see shit and i was lost for along time so i decide to go to sleep in the woods to find my way back in day time + the animals sounds were high key scary as fuck so i cover myself in leafs and dirt and sticks and mud and other shit to hide from them and i woke up in the adfternoon still tired as fuck cuz i dont sleep good without some shit to put me asleep like my medicidne prescribed from Dr Maltlikker if U catch my drift lol or Dr thc Gummy lol if u get what im saying and these stupid little cunts with 22 rifles were plinking at me and tlaking about how they wanted to shoot my big ugly rusty head right in the head or to shoot a hole in my nippels so i got up and trioed to get them to stop i begged but htey just kept lauhging at me and shooting at me and it realy hurt my feelings so i pick one up and threw it into the sky then they all ran away screaming which is a classic "Dont fuck with honest joe,because he might try to hurt you or kill you if u piss him of moment" but the miracle of the story if that i went to walk 20 feet to findm y way out and i found my busted as shit old as fuck camry with a litle gas left ive been looking for it for a few days cuz i did a lil cruising when i was blackout and did lots of crazy shit i didnt remember at all but it was all on my story and 100 ppl were snaping and whatsapping me telling me to kill myself when i checked my huwawai thats how u know u had a crazy fcking night when u get that shit!!😂😂 but it had a litle gas left and it wasnt super busted so i was able do get back on I81 and soem stupid fcking crazy ass north carolina motha fuckas are driving insanly as fuck as usual and they keep almost hiting me while im just trying to read my fukcking phone to get rid of all these stupid messages and shit i still dont know how to use the app and its hard to type shit with my hands but eventualy i got back to my fuck buddys houe im crashing there even though he hates me now but i have nowehre left since ive been down on my luck and im realy not able to pay the bills no more with my online black jack/DarkRp trial moderator gigs and basicaly he owes me cuaz i got him 1 pack of menthols back when he was 19 and Sleepy Joe Brnadon banned them since "Freedom to do real shit" was aparently removed from the costitution when he was elected😂 but anywas now im sitting here bored as fuck with nothign at all do do cuz i got nothing to get fucked up wthi and i spent the rest of my meony on shit thats burned and blasted im realy worried i wont be able to sleep tongith since i cant get fucked up and thats when the demons starts to flow in my head i might do something realy bad to myself like pluck out my screws or some shit if u care abotu my which u probably dont my cashuapp is $pjack9 im desprate for another bottle to numb my p[ain away
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Pic of my ride when i found it thankuly it still had gas😋
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vintagehomecollection · 3 months
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The sculpture of a nineteenth-century maid sitting on the modern countertop sets the tone for this converted butler's pantry turned twentieth-century kitchen. When the owners of this nearly one-hundred-year-old country mansion on Long Island refinished this area, they decided to leave the revolving service window in the center of the pickled oak buffet.
Beyond The Kitchen: A Dreamer’s Guide, 1985
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screamscenepodcast · 2 years
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for everyone reading Dracula Daily and being like -- “why did Dracula snarf down the entire crew of the Demeter like a real glutton like that? How much does he need to eat?” -- I need you to understand Dracula’s entire motivation in this novel. The reason he’s old and decrepit at the Castle is that he hasn’t been eating. This is the whole reason he’s leaving for England. The population of the local villages know what he is so he can’t lure people in or go hunting among the peasants anymore. He has to force things. He has to kidnap babies. And he’s feeding them to his brides to keep them young and beautiful while he ages from lack of food. He keeps Jonathan in his Castle for so long and finally the night before he leaves he loses his self-control and feeds on him, just a little, as a treat. He doesn’t need to eat the entire crew of the Demeter, he’s been going without food for a long time now. But he can and this crew has no defences against him, so he’s going to. He’s a starved man at an all-you-can-eat buffet and while he tries to pace himself at the beginning (the initial deaths are quite spaced out) by the end he, again, loses self control and just chows down. Note this behaviour -- this is the second time he’s lost self control right before the end of a plan -- it’ll be a recurring pattern. But the entire reason he’s going to England is that it’s an entire country filled with people who’ve basically never even heard of vampires and have no way to defend themselves. It’s for food. He’s an apex predator who’s eaten up his food supply and needs new hunting grounds.
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This dark vampire poly!141 x hostage!reader idea is based off a comment I got on one of my works on Ao3 I would love to tag them if they were on Tumblr but I don't think they are.
Comment : Oh I'd love a vampire au! An idea for it if you are open to consideration: the 141 have been around for centuries, John pretty much turned all of them starting with Simon, then with Johnny, and then with Gaz being the youngest (although Gaz is still over a century old). Reader, of course, is human, moving to a new town to start over completely and ends up running into one of them. And they just know that reader is the missing piece that they had been looking for--the one that is the last to be bound to them. Because for an immortal creature it only makes sense that they would, in even just the name of species preservation, have multiple mates dictated by fate, instinct, or what have you :)
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This sounds like a great premise for a vampire au. Also what if Knight price was turned in the medieval ages by a vampire lord he was tasked to kill and ended up being turned as he killed the last of the vampire kin for the English king. He fled obviously when he realised what happened letting his knights think he was killed in battle.
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Time passes and he doesn't age, he watched his loved ones from a distance growing old and having children before ultimately passing away. It pains him that he lives like an animal hunting for blood in the forest unable to live a normal life.
But he still wishes to do, to be good . So as his powers build and the sun doesn't scorch his skin anymore. He joins the army century after century to regain some sense of humanity. (That's a horrible way to regain humanity if I'm honest, though in his defence he fell for the propaganda and thought he was doing a good thing.) But the bloodlust becomes so much worse the more he kills. The more blood stains his hands the more he longs for the chaos and violence.
He gathers companions along the way. Men like him that were on the brink of death but had so much to live for. He couldn't let them die he just couldn't! By the 21st century he had his little taskforce. His boys, his lovers, his family but someting was missing. What could it be? They lived comfortably with the wealth they had accumulated. They had their buffet layed out for them on the battlefield. What more could they want?
But something was out of place. Even with his lovers, life was becoming bleak when all they saw was violence and bloodshed. That was until they found a delicate little hostage in their capture or kill mission. Scared little thing you were tucked away in the corner of a bedroom, chained to the wall. You'd do nicely as their pet. They bet your blood tastes just as sweet as your tears.
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Their reply: Oh I love it! Johnny being a warrior that at the Battle of Culloden, fighting for Scottish independence from the British, happens to die while fighting an infuriating man. Said infuriating man, dying by the Scottsmans hand, just so happens to be lieutenant Simon. Price having already planned to watch over Simon (he said he wouldn't get attached) yet he can't help but to turn Johnny too. Neither are happy at first, they have their differences, but they can't deny the bond and love that forms. Then the three of them meet Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick in world war ii. So bright and full of life, passionate about fighting for his country and ending Nazi regime. The man runs right into a fight, saving dozens upon dozens of men, and the three know they can't let him remain dead when the inevitable comes. And Gaz, well, he keeps that light within him because at least now he can make sure that the war to end all wars wasn't done in vain.
I just wanted to show off their ideas too since it's what inspired my little snippet. I not sure if I'll turn this into a actual thing though.
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contlis12 · 7 months
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death/dark feederism story
Coles cheeks burned with arousal and embarrassment as Ronnie followed behind him through the Walmart parking lot. It had been over 4 years since he had been anywhere near his old town and being back here 300 pounds fatter than he was the last time was like some kind of fantasy and embarrassing nightmare rolled into one. It didn’t help that Ronnie had put on a great show for his old work place. Ronnie and Cole had been in a relationship for over 4 years and theres was definitely not the typical one. Cole was Ronnie’s feedee. They were monogamous, lived together, and were in a committed relationship but they were not a “couple”. The relationship dynamic was too skewed for Cole to be considered his boyfriend in Ronnie’s opinion. He was his feedee, his piggy and his property. They had first met on an extreme gaining forum centered around death feederism and hit it off instantly. Cole moved half way across the country and became Ronnie’s live in feedee spending all day under his feeders care and had blown up from a already hefty 280 pound stoner nerd to a nearly 600 pound wheezing hog that was on the verge of immobility.
Ronnie had decided to celebrate the upcoming milestone with something special. “I want to take you back to your home town piggy, I want people who used to know you to not even recognize you. I want to live out all those fap fantasies you had in the bedroom with me.” Cole was nervous, as hot as the idea of public humiliation was he also dreaded the idea of an old friend seeing him in his current state but it didn’t change the fact he was immensely turned on by the idea and was helpless to serving his feeder. He had been conditioned to be a good piggy.
When they first arrived in town Ronnie had went straight to Walmart, Coles last job before he had left town. Normally Cole would use a walker to go anywhere but Ronnie made him struggle from the handicap van spot in front of the doors to the entrance where he had parked one of the stores mobility scooters and the probably no more than 30 foot walk had Cole pouring sweat and hyperventilating. Ronnie had been sure to dress him in the tightest smallest tank top and sweat shorts Cole had that showed off his melted ice cream cone figure as much as possible. Amazingly nobody in the store did recognize Cole but he was a spectacle none the less. Ronnie had been sure to load Coles mobility scooters basket up with the most fattening treats on the shelf. At one point Ronnie had stopped in the aisle and cracked a two liter of rootbeer and unwrapped two snack cakes “baby you don’t look so good, here eat these to feel better. You need some food in you”. A few aisles later and a few more suggested snack cakes and Cole had polished off the whole two liter and family sized box of chocolate covered Twinkie’s. The whole trip through the store was mortifying to Cole but amazing aswell. The feeling of submission to his feeder was intoxicating, he felt like a helpless fat pet and loved it.
When they were back in the van Ronnie had a final destination in mind before they left town. They had hit up multiple fast food joints, Ronnie wanted a spread that would look outrageous and eye catching. Before they had gotten out of the van and loaded Cole in his bariatric wheelchair they kept in the back for any sort of travel further than across a buffet parking lot Ronnie had rolled up Coles tank top and tucked it under his moobs fashioning it into a belly shirt. He pulled his sagging gut out of his shorts and let if flop heavily over the waist band of Coles way too small sweat shorts “comfy piggy? Get that belly ready because I’m going to stuff you hard. Everyone is going to watch you swell up like a blimp for me”. Cole was too nervous and excited to say much besides “ok” sheepishly as he felt his stomach pool across his lap and the warm summer breeze on his exposed stretch mark covered gut. Ronnie wheeled Cole to a pavilion in the middle of the park, people were around walking their dogs and playing in the park but nobody has really seemed to notice the two of them. Leaving him at the table with a couple bags of McDonalds and Burger King Ronnie gave him a firm smack and jiggle on his stomach before deeply kissing him “okay piggy I’m going to get the rest of the food from the van and we will start in a minute” as Ronnie walked away Cole looked down almost appearing naked in his vision past the rolled up tank top seeing nothing but wheel chair and pale stretch marked cellulite.
“Cole?!” as soon as he heard it his already food filled stomach dropped “oh my god, is that you?” He closed his eyes for a moment trying to become invisible “it is you!” He opened his eyes in time to see two women appear from around the side of the chair into view and Cole recognized one of them immediately. It was a very short term girlfriend from high school named Bree. Cole was speechless for a moment before finally simply saying “uhh hi”. Bree and the girl both stood staring wide eyed barley even trying to hide their disgust and amusement. “What happened to you? I wouldn’t have even recognized you if I didn’t remember your tattoo!” She said not even beating around the bush “are you okay? I knew you were a bit heavy before but you look ready to pop now!”. Cole stammered for a response “uhh yeah I put on a lot of weight, I had a medical” but was cut off as Ronnie walked up and introduced himself.
“Well hello, do you guys know Cole?” He said as he walked over and placed the other bags of fast food before putting a hand on Coles shoulder. “Yeah I was friends back in high school with him but I hadn’t seen him since then, hardly recognized him.” She said still grinning and looking in pure amazement at how fat Cole was. “Oh yeah Cole has put on alot of weight, I hardly recognize old photos of him when we first got together. He really blew up” Ronnie said reaching down and squeezing a fat roll on his stomach. “Oh are you his boyfriend? I didn’t know he was gay” Bree said looking at all the food on the table. “Oh no I’m his feeder” Ronnie said proudly as Cole felt his cheeks turning red. “His what?” Bree said laughing. Ronnie grinned looking at his piggy trapped like a fat whale as they talked about him like live stock “his feeder, it’s a fetish that is about weight gain. He’s a submissive to me and I make him fatter. I’ve put almost 300 pounds on him and we are trying to get him as fat as possible.” Ronnie grinned looking at their amazement. “Wow, I don’t really know what to say to that” Bree said wide mouthed at the sight before her. Ronnie just smiled back at her “well if you guys are done catching up he needs to eat” before going back to Cole “Okay piggy you hungry? Because I’m going to stuff you until you are ready to pop baby”. Bree and her friend laughed and jeered as Ronnie stuffed burger after burger into his piggy.
Looking up Cole seen them snapping pictures and taking cell phone videos knowing this would be all over their Facebook pages for everyone in his hometown to see. “Feed me make me so huge I break my wheel chair!” Cole moaned “I need to grow for you!” Cole let out wild snort and swallowed the food as fast as he could as he felt more dominated than he ever had before and he loved it. “I hope he has to bring me in a bariatric bed to the park next year” Cole thought as more messy gobs of burger and mayonnaise were shoved into his bulging cheeks.
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mr2swap · 9 months
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SwapCrop: emergency vacation.
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-Heeeey son!, how about the Bahamas cruise? I hope you took some photos to show off to the boys in the asylum-
I hadn't seen my father for more than a week but he was as excited as the first day we exchanged, I left my suitcase in a corner of my own full house in my father's dirty old clothes, and approached the huge bodybuilder body that my father was now in, that was my body.
He wrapped his huge and long arms around me and gave me a big hug which made me remember how fragile I was now, or was it just my father was just showing off a little in the last few days in my young body?
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At first, it was strange getting used to being a bald 0-year-old man instead of a young bodybuilder who spent his entire teenage years in the gym instead of partying with friends, but when you get used to it the back pain in the morning isn't so bad. bad, actually I would like to take more than 3 vacations a year, I still remember how stressed I was the first time my father suggested that I take this type of vacation that he offered to the company Swap Corp, I ended up drunk for a week going to Las Vegas in my grandfather's old body, From you, like I never did and tried everything from the buffet, he even gave me a walk on the striptease alone To make sure my grandfather's dick was still alive.
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Before we separated completely I took one of his massive arms and began to examine him, he was as hard and swollen as a week ago, maybe a little more. My father loves these little vacations that I take every time I need to get out of town for a bit. my routine of 3 hours of weight lifting in the gym and the strict diet of meat and yams.
As I examined his arm, my father's face did not stop smiling with superiority at any time, every time we exchange our bodies to take a little break from our lives I have to listen the following week to all the comments from my brothers in the gym saying that I became the most arrogant bitch in the entire gym, AND that when he's not flexing my muscles in front of a mirror he was trying to get a different guy into the showers to help me lather up my back…Or that's what my father says.
Without my asking, he took off his shirt revealing his hard abs and huge pecs that he made dance as soon as he gave me a show. We both fell silent as I stroked his six pack with my calloused old fingers. My grandfather seemed very excited to tell me everything he did this week but it probably wasn't much more than being the world's most arrogant man and poking youngsters. to my department.
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as we spent our last day with each other's bodies i couldn't get the thought out of my head that this was my last day of vacation and that tomorrow i will wake up again at 6am to go jogging in the dark and the cold of the park next to my apartment. maybe it's time to talk to grandpa and plan that year-long cross-country vacation in an old RV I've been fantasizing about.
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demxnscous · 1 year
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⊰⋄⊱ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of childhood friends to lovers, Kiyoomi is a good boyfriend & spoils you, sweet + sexual tension, implied dom Kiyoomi, MINORS DNI
⊰⋄⊱ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.6k
⊰⋄⊱ 𝐚/𝐧: this can also be read as a continuation of this post—happy new year's eve!
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Approximately six months into the relationship, Kiyoomi leaves for an away game with two black suitcases, a backpack, and a parting kiss. “Enjoy the alone time,” he had said against the skin of your cheek, genuine in his words. “I’ll call when I can.” And you smiled as you held him, a tired curl of your mouth in the tepid blue of a rising dawn, standing in the genkan of his apartment.
Kiyoomi messages you when he arrives at the airport, when he lands in a separate country three hours by plane; when he holds a cup of coffee in his hand as he sits at a table with his teammates to eat from the hotel’s complimentary breakfast buffet the next morning.
“You textin’ your girl, Omi?” Atsumu asks from beside him, chewing on a piece of cantaloupe. The question garners the attention of those in his immediate surrounds: Adriah and Hinata.
His phone shifts as he types, deleting three letters to rewrite the word. Kiyoomi doesn’t look up. “Yes.”
“How’s she doin’? You treatin’ her good?”
Hinata leans back in his seat, prodding at his omelet as he listens; Kiyoomi rarely speaks on his love life, let alone share details. They know you’d previously been a close friend of Kiyoomi’s before the relationship shifted—childhood friends to something much more.
“She’s doing good. She’s at home right now,” Kiyoomi supplies. He pauses, taps the screen of his phone. “And, of course, I treat her well.” His tone is even, not condescending. Kiyoomi loves you in so many ways, because one form of love could never be enough, and he ensures you know that too. As of this moment, Kiyoomi is loving you in two ways: distantly and emotionally. 
He turns off his phone and sets it on the table, something akin to a pleased expression gracing his features gently.
Within Kiyoomi’s apartment, your phone chimes. You stretch your body along the bedsheets before reaching for your phone to open his message.
I got you something for while I’m away, it’s in the top shelf of the closet, black box.
Your brows pinch in thought. Could it be jewelry? you wonder, wincing internally at the thought of how much Kiyoomi might have spent on you. He always was flippant with his money when it came to spoiling you—friend or lover, that aspect of his has never changed. Could it be an old hoodie of his from high school? Or maybe one from his current team?
You ponder and ponder as you walk to the closet, opening the door and peering around the highest shelf until you see a matte black package, no bigger than the size of a shoebox. On your toes, you reach for the package, removing it from the shelf to take it back with you to Kiyoomi’s large bed. A logo has been embossed into the top of the box, traced with silver ink, one you don’t recognize; it’s heavy as well, an odd weight in your hands when you set it on the bed and undo the packaging.
You remove the outer layer and go wholly still, blood warming your body.
In moments such as this, you’re reminded of Kiyoomi’s forwardness, his ability to say and do things without hesitation. You’re reminded of Kiyoomi’s cautiousness as well. Because inside the package is a pretty sex toy, handpicked by him, chosen just for you. 
A small slip of paper sits atop the toy, Kiyoomi’s sharp and succinct handwriting penned in dark ink: Let me know how you like it. If it doesn’t feel good for you, I can always buy another.
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l-egionaire · 3 months
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You know what? I'm bored, and I've got some ideas, so here are my Ilvermony headcanons.
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The separate houses are treated as little more than an aesthetic difference by the students. While there might be rivalries and prank wars between the houses, it never gets to the levels of near discrimination that it gets to at Hogwarts. The students all just consider themselves students of the same school and members of the houses intermingle and hang out with each other all the time. They're even allowed to be in each other's dorms for limited amounts of time each day. The teachers encourage it as they often say that each house represents a part of what every great wizard needs, and coming together helps bring them all together towards the ideal wizard.
It's not uncommon for there to be students from other countries who don't speak English perfectly. Thankfully, there are charms to help translate their speech for the teacher, and the only part of their work that needs to be spoken English are their incantations. Though some might still ask for help in getting the pronunciation correct.
The dining hall students eat in is vastly different from Hogwarts's Great Hall, being a large room with mahogany walls filled with multiple circular tables covered in red tablecloths with gold trim and set with silver untensils, fine blue China plates, and crystal glasses. In the center of the room is a vast roaring fireplace with a picture of the Sayre family overtop of it. During feasts, the Pukwudgies bring out platters and pitchers of food and drink that stay magically hot and cold until the students serve themselves from them. Students are allowed to sit at whatever table they please, and the staff eat at a massive table in the middle of all the others.
The dorms are just different buildings of the castle that have five floors of T-shaped hallways with long red and gold rugs bearing the houses symbol. Along the walls of each hallways are dorm rooms for each years students. Students are assigned two each to a dorm, with their roommates's names being included with the letters they receive at the start of each new year. Roommates can't be changed unless two students agree to trade with each other. The dorms all have two large half poster beds with red and gold sheets and blankets, the blankets also carrying their houses symbol and pillows with blue pillow cases. There's also two desks, half dressers, wardrobes, and a set of three shelves above the dressers on both sides (the rooms are enhanced with expansion charms to give them extra space). The halls for younger students all have a dorm manager in them, an older student who was chosen to sleep on their floor to act as a chaperone and disciplinary figure to the students.
The students get to the school by way of multiple magical single decker busses that all arrive at Rockfeller Center in New York. They drive for around an hour before making a stop at a magically hidden pit stop where the students can get snacks, drinks and use the bathroom before the rest of the journey.
Thanksgivings at Ilvermony are always huge. The decorations include fall leaves that flutter and blow themselves through the halls, realistic turkey figures that jump around and gobble, and in the center of each dining room table is a red and gold hat that plays music. Each table gets its own turkey to carve (any leftovers are served over the next few days as sandwiches) along with boats of gravy and cranberry sauce, bowls of corn, mashed potatoes and carrots. And for dessert, a veritable buffet of pies, including Ilvermony's famous cranberry pie, the recipe said to have been invented by Isolt Sayre herself.
Any students without a wand before coming to school is allowed to select one from the hall of wands just past the sorting room. The hall holds hundreds of wands stacked inside their case along the walls. The room holds both wands so new they were just ordered yesterday and so old they were created at the very start of the school. After each sorting ceremony, the head of the school helps each first year's find a wand that "chooses" them, a process that can take up to an hour at most. It's also heavily guarded at all times by both a pair of heavily armed, muscular Pukwudgies and a rotating member of the staff as it's a prime target for thievery either by students or dark wizards.
Ilvermorny boasts a massive roaster of international magical studies electives. In each one, students can study the government, magical creatures, and magical history of the country of their choosing. Some even go on summer trips to those countries to further their studies.
Rather than O.W.L.s, Ilvermorny students takes the W.I.T. or Wizarding Intuition Tests, something similar to an SAT tests. The tests are taken twice, once during sixth year and once during seventh year for each class the students take, and the combined scores of each year are added together, and that average becomes their score. The better the score in certain subjects, the more job opportunities the students have.
To receive mail, students go to the mail room in a tall tower at the southern side of the castle where every owl goes to bring packages and letters for their deliveriees to receive. The mail room is student run and students are selected at random to do the job.
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memphisflash · 21 days
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏
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Pairing: Evelyn Harper (OC) x Elvis Presley
Word count: 2,4K
Chapter summary: Evelyn gets her next dreaded assignment; taking out the one and only Elvis Presley.
Chapter warnings: Talks of vampire victims and murder. Other than that, none.
A/N: I suck at summaries, but don't let that throw ya! It gets more fast paced and interesting in upcoming chapters, promise. ♡
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➺ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ;
Ever since I was a little girl, the world had always been full of monsters, ghouls and demonic creatures that went bump in the night. These were the kind of monsters that wouldn’t vanish into thin air as soon as I’d turn on my night light, these were the kind of monsters people would tell ghost stories about around the campfire to scare the living hell out of each other.
To the outside world, it was nothing but folklore, fairytales… but to me, they were part of my every day life.
It’s safe to say that I never had a normal childhood.
With my father being the Chairman of the Vampire Hunters Association of Las Vegas, I had been training to become the murder weapon I am today since the age of six. I don’t know anything else other than this─never set foot inside of a public school, never been to one of those college ragers that one would see in the movies. But even though my parents always shielded me from the outside world, it wasn’t like I was completely disconnected.
I live in a normal apartment in the city, hang out with my handful of friends now and then, and have to make those dreadful trips to the supermarket once a week like any other human being. The only difference between me and a normal twenty five year old was the floor to ceiling weapon covered walls that were hidden behind the clothing in my small walk-in wardrobe.
I am content with my life as much as one can be and even if I wasn’t, it’s not like I have much choice. My whole future has been laid out for me since I was brought into this world.
To follow in my fathers’ footsteps- that is my faith, my destiny.
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Las Vegas was the perfect place for a vampire to settle down.
The city drew in a lot of tourists from both in and out of the country who were often very naive and looking for some kind of adventure to escape their dull lives back at home, making them easy and quick targets for anyone with a craving for blood. Any vampire that came to the city knew about the VHA Headquarters being located just on the edge of the city and the amount of hunters that could pop up around any corner, but one could simply say they did not care.
Vampires had always viewed themselves as the superior species, considering their kind to be on top of the food chain─they liked to be feared, both by human beings and other supernatural creatures that roamed the Earth. Las Vegas was pretty much a never ending buffet for them and they weren’t going to let anyone, especially not hunters, drive them away.
The vampires in the city were reckless and careless and while they usually did not care about being exposed, I did.
I cared about the unsuspecting humans they would so savagely suck dry and as a hunter, I felt it was my duty to protect the people.
And a damn good hunter I was. One of the best in the company due to the many years of being in this line of work and I felt, perhaps arrogantly so, I’d seen it all.
But when my father called me up into his office and gave me my next assignment, I couldn’t help but stare at him as if he had grown an extra head.
On my way to his office, I already figured it must’ve been someone of importance or an ancient one, but never in a million years had I expected this.
A politician with newfound blood cravings? Sure. Casino owners who already had one foot in their graves by mingling with the mafia? Wouldn’t be the first. But Elvis fucking Presley? Definitely not.
‘’F-father-‘’ I started as I looked up from the folder with information in my hand, but I was cut off before I could even get a proper word out by my father who held up his hand and got up from his seat behind his desk.
‘’Elvis Presley is one of the old ones, Evie. Not ancient, but old nonetheless. Approximately 200 years old, maybe even older, feeds on humans daily,’’ he informed me, using the nickname I despised, as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, showing off some scars that decorated his skin.
Battle scars, as he called them.
Christian Harper was at one time the country’s best hunter. He’d kill any monster in sight and while there had been a few missteps in his career, he never failed. Many vampires are now rotting away in hell with the help of my father’s hand.
Nowadays, the older vampires knew not to mess with him and the young ones feared him like humans feared the creatures of the night. Ironic, really.
Christian Harper was a force to be reckoned with, but he was getting older, stopped going out in the field a long time ago, and right now I was wishing I was in his position. There weren’t many moments I wished such a thing, because I knew how much he had gone through in his life, but right now in this very second, I’d kill to be in his shoes.
I watched as he sat down on the edge of his desk in front of me, crossing his arms. ‘’He has recently started his residency at The International and he hasn’t been sitting still,’’ he sighed as he nodded to the folder in my hand.
I looked down at it again and turned the page.
The pictures of dead bodies covered in blood and bite marks didn’t phase me since I was trained not to and it hadn’t been the first time in my life I’ve seen bodies molested in such a manner, but it still made me angry. It didn’t matter who the predator was that had done such a cruel, inhumane thing.
Most of the people in the pictures were young girls, in their beginning or mid twenties, dressed in skimpy dresses. These were girls that had been brutally murdered outside of the hotel ever since Elvis’ arrival in Las Vegas, and I did not even want to think what he did to them behind closed doors.
Vampires were predators. They liked to toy with their prey before they struck and made the kill.
‘’He’s not alone. A person like Presley doesn’t wander around on his own, especially not in a city like this, so the chance that The International is swarmed with vampires right now is very big,’’ my father said as I closed the folder, sighing deeply as I sunk back in my seat, throwing my head back.
I wasn’t surprised Elvis Presley was a vampire, no one is ever who you truly think they are, nor was I doubting my skills when it came to taking him out, old or not, but I knew the world would probably stop turning when this man would die. He was world famous with a very protective fanbase that would go through fire for him.
They had no idea that he was a cold blooded murderer with questionable table manners─they saw him as the pioneer in the music industry, a good person, their King.
Once his fans and whatever supernatural ally he worked with would find out the VHA killed him, I was going to have to be a lot more careful in my daily life. An old, powerful vampire like him was never alone. They always had back up plans, other species that he probably formed alliances with because unfortunately for human kind, vampires weren’t the only monsters that crawled the face of the Earth.
I didn’t feel good about this assignment, and I was about to protest and even decline, until my father spoke up again.
‘’Get your team together, Evie. I know you’re capable of succeeding,’’ Christian smiled at me as I looked at him again with worried eyes, but I kept my mouth shut, unable to tell him that this was one of the few assignments I did not want to do.
‘’I want you to do this one with Eli and Ruby. Proof to me that you’re ready to move your way up,’’ he said as he nodded to his big leather chair on the other side of the desk. The spot that I’d be taking, the spot that I wasn’t so sure about anymore. I loved my father and the company. I had accepted what my life was like a long time ago, or at least I thought I did, but sometimes I couldn’t help but feel like there were parts of my life missing. Not only because I had been spending every minute of my every day training myself and new hunters or slaying vampires.
It was a weird feeling I couldn’t quite put my finger on─as if I was partly living a life that wasn’t mine.
Something was missing, I was sure of it, but no matter how long I’d think about it, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
‘’Fine,’’ I eventually mumbled, getting up from my seat as I put the folder under my arm. ‘’When do I start?’’
‘’Tonight,’’
‘’Tonight?!’’ I exclaimed in disbelief as I widened my eyes at him.
My father smiled, nodding as he stood up straight. ‘’People’s lives are at stake here, sweetheart. Don’t take too long with this one,’’
I sighed deeply through my nose, nodding as I swung open the door, frowning as I heard two people shuffle backwards. Closing the door of my fathers’ office, I looked at Eli and Ruby, the two people I considered my closest friends in the company, standing there with innocent smiles as if they hadn’t eavesdropped the whole conversation.
‘’This is gonna be goooood!’’ Eli exclaimed in a sing-song voice as he rubbed his hands together, grinning from ear to ear. ‘’I’ve always wanted to meet Elvis Presley and staking him would look so good on my resume,’’
I chuckled softly as I rolled my eyes, patting the blonde male’s shoulder. I started walking down the hall, opening the folder again as they appeared on my side, looking over my shoulder.
‘’He’s quite beautiful for a vampire,’’ Ruby mumbled, ignoring the disgusting look Eli gave her.
The picture of the vampire that was hanging by a paperclip on the first page of the folder was of him walking backstage at the newly opened International Hotel, dressed in a chocolate brown suit. He wore the brightest smile I’d ever seen on a man, his blue eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. As if he was in on something no one around him was- and that was probably the truth.
He had a certain aura around him, one that almost made you believe he was nothing but a handsome man with a charming smile and a great voice. And it was also an aura that felt familiar in a sense that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Looking into those eyes even in a photograph made a shiver run down my spine, which I managed to hide from the two hunters next to me.
Elvis Presley didn’t look like a bloodsucker, but then again, they never did.
Vampires had the ability to walk among men, blending in crowds with their daylight rings and their great fashion sense. They looked like any other person on the street, hiding their demonic faces behind human masks.
And he was no different, he couldn’t be. Just like the others, he was nothing but a cruel demon hiding behind humanity.
‘’Aren’t they always?’’ I sighed as I shut the folder swiftly while walking into one of the weaponry rooms, flicking on the lights. I threw the folder down and tied my hair up, picking up a few pointy stakes from the holders in the wall.
‘’You’re not looking forward to this one, are you?’’ Ruby asked as she walked closer, leaving Eli behind by one of the tables to look through Elvis’ information.
I looked at my best friend and chuckled softly, throwing the stakes into a sports bag before I put my hands on my hips.
‘’I’m not, no. I’m not worried about him, but about the aftermath. This man is practically a God in people’s eyes,’’ I sighed as I shook my head a little, turning my head to stare absentmindedly at the weapons on the wall. ‘’What if this means the end of the VHA? We will probably become the hunted by the people we are trying to protect,’’
‘’Hey, ofcourse not, Eve,’’ Ruby said as she took a step closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. ‘’The humans will never find out the cause of his death, I’m sure his management is smarter than to risk exposing themselves or us. And whatever other monster he has standing up for him, we can take them on. I am absolutely positive about this and you know I’m always right,’’ she grinned as she bumped her hip against mine, making me bite my lip to hold back a smile.
I knew she was right─the company would survive this, but I had no idea if I would survive the company. My fathers’ words about having to proof myself were hanging above my head like a storm cloud for some reason, but I was still a hunter and a hotel full of people were at risk, so I was going to get this job done no matter what.
I hoped, at least.
‘’Besides, aren’t you the girl who killed an ancient one once? You got this,’’
I laughed softly at her words and the way she squeezed me in her embrace.
The ancient ones were hard to kill, seeing they had lived for quite literally thousands of years. I had succeeded in killing one of them when they tried to cause chaos in the city and while I had been out of work for two weeks after that because my body simply gave up on me and I wasn’t so lucky to heal rapidly like vampires did, the fucker was still dead so I was sure this was going to be a walk in the park.
‘’You’re right. I got this, we got this,’’ I said as I broke myself free out of Ruby’s grip, laughing as I walked back over to Eli to get him away from the folder and to the walls with weaponry to get ready.
Elvis Presley wasn’t an ancient vampire, but he would soon proof to be harder to kill than I anticipated.
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