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crackheadass · 2 years
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umbrella academy ppl i need to know if im insane or not
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is that a fucking lady dimitrescu reference????
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roystory4 · 1 year
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theres a more in depth reason for why i decided nick valentine was good w kids but the short reason is “i watched the episode of m*a*s*h* where someone leaves their baby at the camp and saw how happy klinger and potter were while holding her”
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mx-benzedrine · 2 years
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What if we all wore the season 2 Klaus shirt 🥺 haha, jk... Unless?
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I want that gif of Diego calling everyone the village people. Because they are self aware they are LGBTQ.
Actually even better what if they just were redrawn in village people outfits gods [minus the Native American stereotype ofc]
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singtotheskiies · 2 years
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with the recent announcement of tua s4, here is my playlist of songs that Must Be Included or i will spontaneously combust (my taste is immaculate and i’m always right btw😉)
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top ten animal crossing villagers
I don't actually know that many villagers, so some of these villagers are ranked purely on aesthetic alone. 🤷‍♂️
Dobie.
Raymond.
Whitney.
Shino.
Lucky.
Goldie.
Ankha.
Lolly.
Shep.
Fang.
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ronwestbreeze · 1 year
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Hi! I noticed you’re request are now open. I was wondering if you can write more for shallow waters? Maybe how things have been since tua has been born? If not I’d totally understand! And if so thank you in advance! :)
family of thieves
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pairing: jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader
warnings: family stuff! cuteness hehe
summary: in which the older sully kids like stealing tua from right under your nose
word count: 1.4k
author's note: this is a short and sweet little one shot and yes it is set in the shallow universe lol. i just thought i'd give y'all something sweet after that last one hehe...takes place after shallow waters
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Okay, you will admit it. You made a pretty adorable baby. The cutest little thing in the world and you loved her with all of your heart.
And so did the rest of the Sullys.
The first few months Tua was always at your side or with Jake. Oftentimes you felt Jake was always hogging the girl but he teased you and said he was just her favorite. He was totally wrong but that was beside the point.
Once Tua became a toddler, that’s when a lot of odd occurrences began to happen.
The first time it happened you were in absolute panic. You had come back to the family tent to find it empty. You guessed that everyone was out in the waters as usual. But it wasn’t supposed to be empty.
“Tua?” You called, heart dropping in your chest when you saw that the toddler you had left for only a few seconds wasn’t there anymore. “Tua!”
Dropping everything, you rushed around the village, heart practically ready to tear itself out of your chest. When you got to the beach, you spotted Jake and Neytiri riding on his ilu further out in the waters.
“Jake! Neytiri!” You called from the beach, eyes still searching your surroundings in a panic. The two hadn’t heard you, irritatingly you shouted louder, this time in Na’vi. “AAAH! I AM CALLING TO YOU, JAKE AND NEYTIRI!”
Neytiri turned her head first, brows furrowing together when she saw your anxious state, “Y/N? What is wrong?” She called back. That was when Jake looked over as well, frowning when he saw your worried face.
“Do you know where Tua is?” You called.
Before either of them could reply, Tsireya, who had been floating in the water nearby, suddenly perked up, “Oh! I just saw Neteyam with her! They should be that way.”
You gave her a quick thanks before rushing off in that direction with Jake and Neytiri still calling after you.
Further down the beach and near a bunch of rocks, you spotted Neteyam first. He was sitting on one of the taller rocks, talking to himself it seemed and pointing out toward the ocean. But when you got closer, Tua, your unbothered daughter, was sitting between his legs and giggling as if she were having the time of her life.
Neteyam spotted you as you got closer, He grinned and waved, “Sa’nok! I was just showing Tua the little fishies! Plus, I think she really wants to meet a Tulkun now after I told her a mighty stories about them.”
You placed your hand on your heart, feeling uttered relief and slight exasperation. “Neteyam, boy, you almost gave me—what is it your father says?—a heart attack! I thought I lost Tua!”
The boy looked confused for a few seconds before he realized what you had meant and started grinning sheepishly, “Oh right, sorry.  It was Tua’s fault anyway! She was looking at me with those big eyes! I couldn’t say no to that!”
Despite your previous freak out, you couldn’t find yourself staying mad at Neteyam. After all, he was practically your first baby too, even though you didn’t give birth to him yourself. Plus, Tua looked to be having a grand time with her older brother. The sight itself calms you down and allows you to smile gently.
Carefully you climbed up onto the rock with them. Tua reached for you and you took her in your arms, “Next time tell me you’re taking her for the day.” You poked his head, “I might as well have raged throughout the village to find her.”
Neteyam chuckled sheepishly, “Sorry, Sa’nok. I won’t scare you like that again. Promise.”
You smiled as Tua tugged gently at your hair before giving him a quick kiss on his forehead. Just as you slid off the rock, both Jake and Neytiri arrived on the ilu, both looking confused and worried.
“What happened? Why were you freaking out?” Jake was the first to ask, his eyes scanning you and Tua for any harm.
“Your son stole Tua while I wasn’t looking.” You sighed. “All is fine, crisis averted.”
Jake visibly calmed down while Neytiri tsked at her son, “Neteyam.”
“Sorry, mother.” The boy raised his hands.
You thought that that would be the one and only time that would happen. But for some odd reason, it kept happening.
The second time, you had turned away for a few seconds to fix her food. Before then she had been sitting and playing with her tail. But when you turned back to feed her, she was gone. This time you didn’t freak out, you were just confused. She had been right there, how could she have crawled away that fast?
Neytiri was in the tent with you, cooking some of the fish they got for their meal for the night.
“Tiri’.”
“Mmm?”
“Where’s Tua?”
Neytiri looked up from what she was doing, looking around as well. “Was she not just here?”
“Yes, she was!” You got up and left the tent, Neytiri not too far behind you. “Tua! Tua!” You tried not to be too loud as the night was settling in and you knew most of the villagers were going to bed soon. “Tua! Tua! Tua—Kiri?”
You had stumbled upon the teenage girl, not too far away from your tent, to find her in the water, holding Tua with her, surrounded by glowing fish.
Tua’s big eyes were fixated on the fishes as she tried reaching for them in Kiri’s grasp. Your shoulders sagged and relief flooded your chest.
Kiri looked up and smiled, “Hi, Y/N!”
Neytiri appeared next to you and chuckled when she saw Tua, “Kiri, dinner is almost ready. It’s time to get out of the water.”
“Aw, Mom, we were just about to have a little fun.” The girl grinned.
“Yes, and Tua was about to eat her own dinner just now.” You pointed out before grabbing Tua from Kiri as the latter hoisted herself out of the water. “I swear you children just want me to have a heart attack.”
“I was going to bring her back.” Kiri pouted as they began walking back to their shared tent. “But she really liked the fish.”
Tua giggled when Neytiri tickled her cheek. You smile gently at Kiri, “I understand you want to spend time with your new sister, but at least let her fill up her stomach first before you go taking her on your little adventures, please.”
Kiri nodded, resting her head on your shoulder, “Yes, Mom, I will. Promise.”
Apparently, you had to tell all of the children this.
It happened again a few days later. This time you had tried to put Tua down for a nap. Only as soon as you took your eyes off of her—really you should’ve learned by this point—Tua was gone.
You didn’t freak out this time, you only sighed. Jake entered and saw your face. He placed down his equipment and cupped your face to give you a kiss.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
“One of our kids took Tua again.”
The amusement was not missed on his face as he gave you another kiss, “Well, I did just see her with Lo’ak and Tsireya. Might wanna start there.”
You hug him close, burying your face into his neck. “Why do they keep doing this?”
Jake chuckled, gently squeezing the back of your neck, “You made her too adorable, baby. She takes after you.”
Just as you were about to pull away from the comfort of your husband’s arms, Lo’ak came into the tent with Tua sitting on his shoulders.
“She wanted you so I brought her back.” Lo’ak said, taking her off his shoulders.
“Where did you take her?” You asked when Tua reached for you.
Lo’ak glanced toward Jake and shrugged, “We were with Payakan—but we were careful, I promise!”
Jake sighed and you chuckled, “Don’t worry, I believe you. Just tell me before…” At this point, was it even worth telling him to remind you? Really, none of the children were doing any harm. Just spending time with their newest sister, which was really sweet when you got over the initial panic.
You pulled him into your side, “Just be sure not to take her with you on any of your shenanigans, like you do with Tuk.”
“As long as she doesn’t try to tattle on me.” Lo’ak muttered. Jake gave him a look.
“Penis face!”
The three of you froze and all turned to look at Tua in your arms. At first you thought you were hearing things, perhaps you had gone insane in the current heat. Perhaps you imagined the whole thing—
“Penis face!!” Tua giggled, clapping her hands together.
Your eyes widened as you stared at your daughter. There was a snort from your son.
You glared at your husband, “Jake!”
“Lo’ak!”
“What—Dad literally said it earlier!”
“Out! Both of you!”
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idollete · 2 months
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– 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭   ⋆ ˚。 𖹭
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𝑤arnings: conteúdo exclusivo para +18.
ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ atendendo a esse pedido; enzo!ficante; inspirada na música ‘false god’ da taylor swift; commitment issues; relacionamento conturbado (tudo que está aqui não passa de mera ficção e não deve ser, de forma alguma, romantizado ou exemplo a ser seguido); uma pitada de angst (?); termos em espanhol (‘eres la chica más hermosa que he visto en mi vida’ - ‘você é a garota mais linda que eu já vi na vida’); praise kink; dirty talk; sexo desprotegido (e vcs já sabem); penetração vag.
notas da autora: ele tá com uma cara TÃO de picudo nessa foto que eu deixaria ele cometer atrocidades comig-
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Não foi por falta de aviso. Quando suas amigas te disseram que ele fugia de compromisso, preferiu acreditar que dessa vez seria diferente. Se conheceram em um barzinho e te chamou atenção a introspecção, a expressão de quem não sabia o que estava fazendo naquele ambiente que claramente foi obrigado a ir. Se aproximou, ofereceu uma cerveja, descobriu que ele se chamava Enzo. Foi tão natural o modo como entraram em um “rolo” algumas semanas depois. Não tinham rótulos, ele dizia que eles não importavam desde que estivessem juntos. Você se deixou levar, escolheu acreditar que ele ainda estava se recuperando do relacionamento anterior, afinal, era tudo muito recente. 
De repente, a escova dele estava no seu banheiro e o gatinho dele se acostumou com a tua presença. Você observava Nova Iorque despertar e ir dormir da janela do apartamento dele, os bares e teatros de West Village estavam cheios de lembranças de vocês. Não sabe ao certo como aquele oceano se colocou entre os dois, quando tudo que ele fazia parecia te afastar um pouco mais. Pensava que haviam caído na rotina, mas te doía quando ele ficava tão distante, quando parecia impossível acessá-lo. 
Se lembra de como ele dizia que morreria por ti no começo de tudo, mas agora preferia encarar a janela com um olhar vazio, como se antes não tivesse te dito que você era a cidade favorita dele.
Se lembra de como, em um dia de raiva e coragem, desafiou Enzo a te deixar, que fosse embora de uma vez e acabasse com tudo, só para assustá-lo. 
Tinha essa fé cega de que tudo poderia se resolver, porque quando te fazia dele era como se estivesse no paraíso, ainda que fosse como o inferno quando brigavam. Em meio aos desafios, sabia que eram bons um para o outro, embora Enzo parecesse não reconhecer isso. Se via sorrindo pelos cantos ao lembrar de como em uma madrugada ele disse que era devoto a ti, comparou o que vocês tinham ao religioso.
– Me encantas, nena… – O sussurrou te despertou, estavam deitados se recuperando do orgasmo recente. De bruços, recebia carícias lentas nas costas. – Me faz encontrar a religião sempre que te beijo. – Selou um ombro teu, depois o pescoço, te fazendo encolher, arrepiadinha. – Minha religião está nos seus lábios. – Segredou, enlaçando tua cintura com um dos braços. – E o meu altar está nos seus quadris. – Suspirou ao sentir o membro desperto ser pressionado contra a sua bunda. – E quando eu ‘tô dentro de você, é como se entrasse no paraíso. 
– Enzo… – Chamou, cheia de doce, quando ele se esfregou contra o teu íntimo. – Vai me foder de novo? – Olhando por cima do ombro, capturou o momento exato em que ele te deu um sorriso de canto, galanteador. Algo sobre a maneira afetuosa que ele te encarava, embora cheia de luxúria, te deu um friozinho na barriga, sempre ficava nervosa quando Enzo te olhava assim. – O que?!
– Eres la chica más hermosa que he visto en mi vida. – Enzo adorava te elogiar, especialmente em momentos assim, mas você ainda corava e escondia o rosto toda vez. – Não se esconde, não… – Pediu, com um riso bobo no rosto, te pegando pelo queixo com o cuidado de quem pega algo delicado. – Quero te ver. – Tocou os seus lábios com dois dedos, você deu um beijinho neles, lentamente guardando tudinho na boca. – Quero ver o seu rostinho quando eu te fizer gozar de novo. 
Esquecia do resto do mundo quando tinha Enzo daquela forma, o calor do peito dele nas suas costas, a respiração quentinha no teu ouvido, os beijos que ele deixava no teu rosto, no ombro. Quando os dedos estavam babadinhos o suficiente, a mão te tocou o clitóris, espalhando a saliva, te deixando pronta para ele. 
Empinou o quadril quando o caralho teso pincelou a entradinha, ansiando por ele. Era o paraíso, de fato. Quando a pontinha foi te alargando aos poucos, chiou baixinho, o corpo ainda sensível, recebendo novamente todo o volume. Agarrou o lençol entre os dedos, curvando a coluna ao ser preenchida por inteiro. Teve uma das pernas dobradas, cedendo mais espaço a Enzo, que se encaixava em ti perfeitamente, como se fossem feitos para permanecer daquela forma para sempre. As estocadas iniciais eram lentas, cheias de paixão, o uruguaio ondulava o quadril contra o seu corpinho, acariciava suas curvas, te enchia de beijos.
– Tão grande… – Seu semblante se transformava em puro deleite, dos lábios entreabertos escapavam murmúrios sem sentido.
– Grande, eh? Mas você sempre aguenta tudo… – ‘Tudo’, você repetiu, tontinha de prazer. – É tão boa para mim. – Enzo ondulava contra o seu corpinho, devagarinho, aproveitando cada segundo. – Es mi buena niña. 
Os lábios foram tomados em um beijo que seguia o mesmo compasso do quadril masculino, apaixonado, saboreava o teu gosto, as línguas se enroscavam com paixão. Abraçada contra o peito quente, ouvia Enzo se declarar no pé do teu ouvido, sussurrando juras de amor, confessando o quão era fascinado por ti. 
– Te quiero, nena…
Seu nome saía como a mais doce melodia dos lábios dele, chamando por ti como em uma prece. Por cima do ombro, você o admirava; o cabelo grandinho bagunçado, caindo sobre os olhos, o cenho franzido com aquele vinco na testa que achava tão charmoso. Enzo te encantava. Mas a sua parte predileta era quando ele te encarava, vidrado nas suas expressões, pulsava ao redor do pau quando usava os dedinhos para se tocar, se arrepiava e se entregava. Se sentia completa e gozava com um sorriso bobo no rosto, ouvindo que ele te adorava e suspirando em alívio. 
Porque quando Enzo te amava assim, você sentia que poderiam sair bem dessa.
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c0ffeeb1ack · 9 months
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klarolineashur1919 · 18 days
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La Tua Cantante Series
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Pathetic Little Thing
Part 1: Alec
"Is this the start of you rebellious teen phase?" Alec trailed along Jane in this little park they came upon.
"As long as we clean up after ourselves the masters won't care too much" She says nonchalantly her eyes landing on a couple in the distance.
"What about no feeding on the locals?" Alec piped up one of the Volturi's rules for living in the town.
"Occasionally the locals end up on the tours, as long as we don't make this little outing a habit it should be fine" Alec and Jane stared at the little teenage couple who probably snuck out of their parents house to meet here. It was very late at night hardly anyone was out.
"Do you want to join me?" Jane asked still staring at them with a look that if Alec didn't know his sister he would have thought was jealousy.
"No actually, maybe Ill stumble upon my own act of rebellion" Alec lightly chuckled and Jane preceded to hers. Alec wandered off in the opposite direction of Jane's fun. It was a few minutes passing of wandering and Alec thought maybe he wouldn't find a midnight snack.
Alec started to feel something as he walked as if something was pulling him in a certain direction. He then eventually smelled what he was craving. Blood.
Suddenly he heard a girl's voice screaming that perked up his ears.
As he focused on the girls screams that sounded like it was towards a group of italian boys. They were laughing and speaking in things in italian that dulled Alec but also made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. He also heard dogs barking and growling as he approached the scene.
He saw as a group of italian boys probably around twenty in numbers were surrounding a girl. Some of them were surrounding two German Shephards holding them by their leashes antagonizing them.
Alec moved towards the group unnoticed when he stepped on something. Realizing they had the contents on the girls purse all over the area around them as he picked up her passport.
Aisling Barton. 14 years old. American from New York.
"Tourist" he ringed smirking as he threw the ID over his shoulder.
The boys were playing with Aisling, they pulled at her hair, ripped at her clothes, hit her in different places, threw things at her while she frustratingly was trying to communicate with them. She kept making erratic movements with her hands. It then hit Alec that she was deaf. But then he saw her dark brown almost black eyes and how they weren't focused on anything. She was blind as well as deaf. What a pathetic little thing Alec thought as he watched the scene before him. He leaned against a tree as if he watching a show.
But the more Alec just stood by and watched it happened. Something snapped inside him that he thought was gone long ago.
Memories.
Her screaming was replaced with his.
Once he was just poor boy who everybody but his family hated. They saw him as an easy target, an easy person to blame for all their troubles. Him and his sister were beaten, tormented and bullied daily just because they were different. The villagers children would always attack them in groups. The group of boys started to get even closer to her.
Surrounding them as they beat them nearly to death. They were stomping on her to the point Alec heard bones crunching. They put them under their heels and spit at them from above. One of the boy pressed his heel into her temple then Alec noticed something.
Silence.
The girl had stopped long ago with her sobs. She stayed silent as they started to pull up her legs. Jane stayed silence too.
"This is boring" Alec said loud enough for one of the boys to turn. Before the boy could say a word Alec's mist had reached him, it had reached all of them.
Part 2: Aisling
Aisling felt alone in her hotel. Girls that were in the studying abroad program left hours ago. But she did have Aries and Athena laying on each side of her. She couldn't sleep in this new place. She didn't want to be here but her parents shipped her off to wherever they could.
She was a hindrance to them.
Even though she was a very independent girl.
Too independent as she decided to take a night walk. She was completely reliant on Aries and Athena at night when it came to her sight. But she enjoyed night walks. The stillness and freshness in the air. At night the busyness of everything was completely at peace. It seemed even more so in this town. But then she felt something start to happen. Several feet on the ground. Then before she knew it she was knocked to the ground. She could feel Aries and Athena going crazy and then they were pulled from her. She tried to not let go of the leashes but they stomped on her hands. She cried out clutching her hands to her chest. She was surrounded and she knew it. She tried to sign to them but they just pulled her in different directions clutching at her clothes. She kept trying to communicate with them hoping they would understand but screamed out in fear and frustration when her purse was finally taken from her. She kept trying to sign but their hands on her, the rocks and foul-smelling cans that met their mark, her clothes barely holding together, she accepted her fate. They started to kick and stomp on her making Aisling barely conscious.
She thought she was going to die as a man's heel pressed against her temple but ended up just kicking her head. They started to pull her body to the ground but something happened. All the bodies froze and then something miraculous happened. She felt a sort of mist come upon her and her senses changed. Her vision became it's usual grayish blur that it was during the day but never at night. Her hearing was better than her usual. She could usual only hear very loud bass music but right now she could hear boys screaming. She felt Aries and Athena come back to her side. Athena going behind her barking but she seemed frightened.
Aries stood in front of Aisling barking wildly as if he was afraid too but he would die to protect her. Aisling tried to make sense of her new found senses. She could see movement and the bodies still before they fell. She was actually shocked she never had been able to see the shapes of things before. But now she saw the bodies standing still or kneeling down while a force moved one by one to them. Some dropping to the ground while others they're bodies became halves of themselves flying in the air. Aisling didn't understand.
The screams were the worst part. It was the first human sound Aisling ever heard and it terrified her. But all of a sudden it stopped.
Part 3: Aisling & Alec
Alec came closer to being in front of Aisling.
She wondered what he was an animal...an archangel...a monster.
"Strange" Alec almost purred as he sucked the blood off his fingers staring closely at the girl before him.
Aisling ears perked up as she still felt the mist around her and realized it was the reason she could hear. But she didn't hear what the voice said only knew a voice came from whatever was in front of her. Even as she imagined or she actually could hear her babies still barking.
"You know you're the bravest dog I've ever met" Alec kneeled before Aries as the dog was the only thing standing between him and Aisling.
Athena had started to back away making Aisling confused. She never felt her dogs this scared before. What was in front of her?
Then she felt the mist start to leave and her vision went black. Little bit of sound she heard for the first time was gone.
"What to do with you?" Alec hummed melodic type of way as he surveyed the girl as she laid on the ground twisted up in different ways.
She gently started to pull the German Shephard to the side of her making a space between Alec and her. Alec sat there wondering what he wanted to do.
He could tell she was trying to use the dog to get up but she was weak. But her hand started to crawl up the ground towards him and he moved away. He knew she could tell because her hand stopped. Alec looked around perplexed as to why he was even thinking about this. But for some reason he just couldn't go for the kill. She's such a pathetic little thing there was no fun in it. Then something caught his eye. A phone on the ground by her purse. He slowly walked and kneeled down to it picking it up. He stood up playfully tossing it up and down in his hand catching it as he stared down at the pathetic little thing.
"Decisions....Decisions" He looked around at the mess he made realizing it was quite a mess.
Then truly looked at the braille phone and realized his first call to make.
"Felix come to the exact location I text you and come with haste" He ended the call and texted the description of the spot. He didn't want to clean this up. Call it laziness if you want. His eyes never left the girl as he wondered if he should leave her for Felix. He turned around ready to leave thinking he was going mad for even making it a decision but he didn't know what it was that made him go no further. A cosmic pull..an instinct whatever it was something snapped in Alec that he could not leave this girl to die. He rushed over to the girl lifting her up like she was made of glass. Something in him tensed all over that her animals faded into the background.
Everything around him became different as he held her to him. It was her...her smell..her blood..
He needed to hurry for whatever he was going to do. He rushed to the nearest public place at this time of night. Called the phone again. 112 he dialed for an ambulance. Saying the address and condition of the girl before hanging up. He with uncharacteristic gentleness laid her against a wall. He stared at her for a time and she raised her head to him. Did she know he was there? He didn't know never took the time understand her kind he thought as if she was another species from mortal. He was leaving her when she reached up toward him but he left to quickly. He waited on a rooftop nearby for them to come. Eventually someone joined him.
"You owe me" A growl came from his side.
"Is it taken care of?" Alec didn't take his eyes off the girl.
"I surveyed the mess you made and called Santiago. He'll clean it up" Felix said in a prideful manner that Alec thought he had no business in having.
"That's not what I asked" Alec calmly straightened his cuffs as the ambulance came.
"I am not your errand boy" Felix sneered as Alec smirked. He still didn't bother looking at him even as mist started to leave his hands making Felix step back.
"I won't tell if that's what you want" He said through gritted teeth still slowly stepping back but the mist kept coming.
"I'll make Santiago keep quiet as well plea-" Felix actually tripped over his own feet making Alec giggle and turn around while the ambulance was leaving. Alec strolled over to Felix ending up kneeling next to him.
"Next time do as you were told like a good boy" Alec roughly patted his cheek making Felix grimace. Alec causally got up making his way back to the park.
"Incompetence" Alec gave a disappointed shrug at the scene before. Blood specks still littered the ground. He still smelled death in the air not that he minded the smell. He even thought he saw an ear on the ground or a bit of throat. Beer bottles and cans covered in blood.
That didn't annoy him though.
It was the contents of Aisling Barton's purse that littered the ground still. He kneeled down annoyed snatching up the purse itself. There he saw a card to the Hotel San Lino. Alec bit his lip and stared at it.
He made a decision that night. Something that not Jane or Aro helped him make and one neither of them would approve of.
He debated over it but he made it all the same.
That he was going to see her again.
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manifestasi-rasa · 3 months
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Percakapan dengan umi saat pulang ke rumah beberapa hari lalu:
Ais: mi, lulusku paling cepat itu Maret 2025. Tapi aku bisa daftar S2 masih 2026, lama banget, ya.
Umi: oh, ya bisa nikah dulu kan ya berarti?
Ais: hmmmm....
Umi: kamu kenapa sih, kamu ngga mau nikah apa gimana?
Ais: aku tu bukannya ngga mau nikah, aku juga mau. Aku cuman.... gatau deh
Umi: jangan sampe kayak ... ngejar karir terus sampe lupa nikah, trus keburu berumur
Ais: aku tu bukan karena ngejar karir, aku tu takuuuttt .....
Umi: ...
Ais: ...
Dua pekan ini aku sedang magang di rutan. Kalau dulu aku punya pikiran bahwa aku lebih siap jadi ibu daripada jadi istri, sekarang tidak. Menjadi keduanya, aku belum siap. Cerita-cerita di rutan bikin aku termangu dan banyak berpikir tentang gimana nanti membesarkan anak. Bisa jadi keluarga kami bisa membentengi dia, tapi saat dia berbaur dengan lingkungan, we never know what will happen. Maka benar kata pepatah "it takes a village to raise a child". Bukan hanya ibu. Bukan hanya ayah ibu. Tapi juga lingkungan sosial.
Kalau dari teori Ekologi Bronfenbrenner, ada beberapa lapisan sistem yang mempengaruhi seseorang. Sistem pertama adalah mikrosistem, sesiapa yg dekat dengan individu tersebut: peer group, keluarga, sistem sekolah. Mikrosystem adalah sistem terdekat yang dengan mudah dapat memberi pengaruh pada individu. Dilanjut dengan mesosystem, yakni bertemunya dua atau lebih mikrosystem, misalnya saat keluarga datang ke sekolah untuk ambil raport, atau saat keluarga berinteraksi dengan lingkungan sekitar. Selanjutnya yaitu exosystem, adalah sistem di mana individu ngga terlibat langsung, tapi punya cukup pengaruh buat dia, contohnya kebijakan" di tempat kerja orang tua. Lalu sistem yang lebih besar adalah macrosystem, bagaimana kepercayaan dan nilai-nilai dalam suatu daerah memengaruhi individu. Dan yang terakhir, chronosystem, yaitu dimensi waktu, misalnya adalah generasi yang hidup pada masa perang, tentu berbeda dengan generasi kini. Dan, kita tau tidak semua sistem ada dalam kontrol kita :)
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Selama belajar psikologi, mempelajari teori ini adalah hal yang menyenangkan karena membuat sudut pandang lebih luas lagi.
Ah tapi kembali lagi ke topik, tentu saja sekarang aku masih takut untuk menikah. Dan sepertinya aku tau alasannya. Karena hati dan perasaanku blm cukup jernih untuk bersama orang lain. Selain denganmu, aku blm siap. halaah....
Aisy, 22 tahun.
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*chanting* Kallus headcanons 👀
He’s quite acrobatic, capable of doing a full split and kicks right up to his nose. It’s a useful combat skill 👀💦
Jovan taught him his upper-level Coruscanti accent. He picked it up quite fast, and there he found out that he was actually quite good at faking accents and acting in general. During their Academy time, him and Jovan would often amuse each other by imitating their superiors; Jovan’s imitations were mediocre at best, but Kallus’s were eerily similar to the real deal.
Ever since Onderon he has suffered from PTSD, which only got worse after Lasan. He has suppressed this through rigorous training and occasionally Imperial combat drugs meant to focus the mind, but once he joins the Rebellion he truly has to deal with it, and it’s not easy.
He hates Saw Gerrera. Has since Onderon, and, having seen the way Saw works both through his ISB investigation and the Alliance contact, this doesn’t change when he switches sides.
In a stroke of naivety born from having no other option but to look the other way, he has rationalised a lot of bad things the Empire did for himself. He told himself that the Wookiees sent to Kessel were prisoners with a task sentence instead of slaves, and that Minister Tua died because she was a traitor and the shuttle had been meant to explode when the rebels had been on it as well.
Similarly, he unwittingly made the Empire a tad less cruel than it was. When Lord Vader tasked him with burning down Tarkintown, he chose to interpret that as burning down the village and capturing/relocating the civilians. Vader most likely meant for him to burn down the entire thing with the people still in it.
He was shocked to his core when he found out the true way the Empire came into being. Even during his time as Fulcrum, a part of him still believed in the Empire, still believed in the originally intended system and only distanced himself from the execution of it. To find out that the Empire was built on deceit and lies from the very beginning rattled his entire worldview, finally making his devoted belief fully crumble.
Thrawn doesn’t actually outrank him, and he doesn’t outrank Thrawn. Imperial Navy and ISB ranks aren’t fully compatible, and which of them is in charge depends on context. Recognising a brilliant tactician and not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to himself, Kallus was mostly submissive to the Chiss. Also a lot of their interactions happened on places were Thrawn was naturally in command; his personal flagship the Chimaera, or the factory where his secret TIE Defender program was being developed.
He can fly reasonably well, but he prefers physical combat over sky or space battles. He wants to be able to look his opponent in the eye. This is actually partly the reason why his ISB helmet doesn’t have a visor.
He has been trained to withstand Jedi mindtricks by the Inquisitorius. These trainings were brutal, and have left him resenting the Inquisitors. He can put that feeling aside for professionalism, but a small part of him is pleased whenever an Inquisitor gets called out on their (lack of) results.
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londonhalcyon · 1 year
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Chapter Update
Who’s ready?
A little over a week late, but here’s my celebration of the three-year anniversary of The Mad Witch:
Chapter 36: Et Culpa Tua Est
Thanks to everyone who has been with me up to this point, whether you’re a new reader or have been here since the beginning. We’re only just getting started. 
Obligatory chapter preview:
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Chapter 36: Et Culpa Tua Est
I woke up to the sound of laughter. Pip was gone. Pale light gathered around the edges of the curtains. Behind them, the sun had not yet sunk below the rooftops, the shadows still lengthening across the buildings and street. An hour or two before sunset, perhaps. How quiet and motionless the village looked. 
A small crowd had taken over the flat. In the kitchen, Mrs. Byrne waved a wooden spoon at her husband, who was bent over the stove. The back of his rounded shoulders and white-haired head blocked whatever was in the pan, but the room smelled overwhelmingly of garlic and onions.
“Trust the process,” Mr. Byrne was saying.
Mrs. Byrne scolded, “You’re using too much garlic.”
“There is no such thing,” Mr. Byrne said. 
Penny and Conall laughed at them from the sofa, Penny tucked snuggly under Conall’s arm. On the cushioned chair, Rosmerta had buried her face in her hands, unable to watch the apparent disaster in the making. Pip sat by Mrs. Byrne’s heels, more interested in the spoon being waved about than the food in her bowl. 
Mrs. Byrne smiled at me as I shuffled out of my room. “I’m sorry, dear. Did we wake you?”
I was in the clothes I had slept in. My body felt so heavy; I hadn’t bothered to change. “It’s fine,” I said, stifling a yawn. “I might’ve slept a month if you hadn’t.”
Penny extracted herself from Conall’s arm to give me a hug. She was warm, and her wool cardigan was soft, and I held onto her harder than I meant to. “Lily,” she said quietly, once I had convinced myself to release her, “I’m so sorry. I was downright useless last night.”
“What do you mean? No, you weren’t.”
“Towards the end—”
“You reacted how any sane person would. Doesn’t make you useless.”
She nodded, her jaw locked in place. My throat abruptly tightened. We hugged again, tightly, until whatever voiceless feeling we had needed to brace against had passed. 
When Penny returned to the sofa, Rosmerta gave up her chair for me and moved to the table instead. I sank into the cushion, weirdly out of place on the soft seat. I fidgeted, unable to get comfortable. 
Conall folded his arm back around Penny and kissed her temple. She rested her head on his shoulder. In the kitchen, Mrs. Byrne slid her hand down her husband’s back to give him a playful pinch. With an exclamation of mock outrage, he promptly returned the gesture. 
Something clawed and fluttery had crawled between my ribs, as if I had swallowed a fairy. Too anxious for the cushion, I joined Rosmerta at the table. 
Rosmerta gave me a forced smile as I took the chair beside her. “You don’t have to keep me company,” she said. “I’m okay by myself.”
I said, “I’m not.”
I didn’t look to see her expression, were it to be pity or sympathy or something else. She patted my hand and let me sit with her, which was enough. 
They stayed until the sun went down. After an hour of warm food and more laughter, the fog over me lifted somewhat. I could almost ignore what hung in the air, no longer glowing emerald green, but lingering. The Byrnes ensured Penny and I were well-fed, with enough meals left over to last the entire week. Mrs. Byrne promised to bring a pie the next day, and Rosmerta offered to bring over her homebrewed cider. They refused to hear that it might be too much, and they left without taking no for an answer. 
After their departure, Conall stepped out to check on his dad, leaving Penny and me alone. The moment the flat got quiet, I realized there was no such thing as “too much.” Not when the silence felt so much worse. 
Penny turned the wireless on and got to work cleaning the already clean kitchen. I finally got dressed and brushed my teeth. It was almost 10 pm. 
Penny frowned at me as I laced up my boots by the fireplace. “Lily,” she said, uncertain. 
“Don’t wait up,” I said. 
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
I waited until Conall returned before I stepped through the fire. No one deserved to spend this night alone. 
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Elijah est né en 976 dans un petit village d'Amérique connu aujourd'hui sous le nom de Mystic Falls. Il s'agit du troisième enfant et deuxième fils de Mikael et Esther, deux propriétaires norvégiens ayant quitté leur pays avec leur fils Finn après la "mort" de leur fille, Freya. En vérité, cette dernière avait été prise par Dahlia, la sœur d'Esther en tant que paiement pour le service qu'elle avait rendu à sa sœur. Elijah est ainsi le premier de sa fratrie à être né dans le Nouveau Monde et fut suivi par trois frères, Niklaus, Kol et Henrik ainsi qu'une sœur, Rebekah. La perte de Freya avait rendu Mikael sévère envers ses enfants, estimant que ces derniers devaient apprendre à survivre. Il était de ce fait craint par ses enfants, y compris Elijah. Durant leur vie d'humain, Elijah et Klaus étaient tous deux amoureux de Tatia, une descendante d'Amara. Même si elle était veuve et avait un enfant, beaucoup de villageois souhaitaient l'épouser. La famille vivait également aux côtés de loups-garous. Un soir de pleine lune, Niklaus et Henrik allèrent voir la transformation mais Henrik fut attaqué. Dans l'objectif de s'assurer que le reste de la famille survive, Esther utilisa un sort qui ferait de ses enfants des immortels. Après être devenus des vampires, la famille détruisit le chêne blanc, seule arme pouvant retirer leur immortalité. Toutefois, la nature rétablit un équilibre et de ce fait, pour chaque force, il y avait une faiblesse, aucune n'étant plus forte que le désir de ce qui les avait fait immortels : le sang humain. Ils devinrent ainsi les premiers vampires, connus sous le nom de Vampires Originels. Au 12ème siècle, il vécut un temps avec Alexander, un chasseur de vampire qui ignorait pendant un temps la véritable nature de ses compagnons. Mais un jour, Alexander planta une dague dans le coeur de Elijah, Rebekah et Klaus. Mais ce dernier étant à moitié loup-garou, la dague n'eu aucun effet sur lui, et il tua par vengeance Alexander et les 4 autres chasseurs mais il se retrouva hanté pendant plus de 50 ans par la malédiction des chasseurs. En 1492, Elijah tomba amoureux de Katerina Petrova mais cette dernière s'enfuit après avoir apprit que Klaus comptait la sacrifier pour briser le sortilège muselant son coté loup-garou. A la (pseudo) mort de Kol, tué par Klaus pour le garder près de lui, Elijah abandonna Klaus et Rebekah, convaincu que Klaus représentait un danger. A la(pseudo) mort de Rebekah, Elijah nourrit le désir de tuer son frère. Mais ne trouva pas d'occasion jusqu'à la découverte d'Elena. Bien qu'il soit âgé de plus de mille ans, Elijah est un très bel homme qui semble avoir été transformé vers l'âge de 23-24 ans. Il possède des cheveux court brun ainsi que des yeux noisette. Ses traits de visage sont anguleux : pommettes hautes, mâchoire forte et nez droit. En terme de visage, Elijah ressemble beaucoup à son frère cadet Kol. J'ai une préférence pour le jouer dans la série TVD uniquement, mais ne refuse pas dans TO pour autant, même si ça me plaît moins.
Joue avec : Katherine Pierce ; Elona Petrova
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