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thehistoriangirl · 3 months

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If You Hadn't Left (Me) [Chapter 1]

I thought I would start posting in the first of February but oh well better now than never lol

I'm gonna post the other fic's masterlist tomorrow I think :3

Viktor x Fem! Reader-----2.9K----SFW*

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Synopsis:Viktor was never supposed to see you again, just like you had promised that evening when you both ended up heartbroken and bitter toward destiny and all its twisted ways. So twisted as to put you back into his life not only as a temporal working partner to cover Jayce’s absences, but also as the maid of honor in the wedding where he’ll be the best man. Hypothetically, it doesn’t have to be that difficult to find a way around the river of memories flowing between you both. Though, of course, hypotheses are flawed. Just like that part of him that still craves another ending to this story.

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That goodbye became a broken promise, cracked over the sound of your voice ever since he heard it at the Council assembly.

Sure, you had spat out the words fueled by betrayal and hatred, but Viktor took them like an oath to put in peace his stormy mind.

First coated in a lie so fragile Viktor was surprised it hadn’t fragmented before, and now this—he was sure he shouldn’t take another glass of wine from the walking waiters zigzagging across the opulent hall—but he had avoided you all night, and he knew Jayce wouldn’t let him go before arranging the “formal meeting” between both of you.

If only he knew...

We congratulate Miss Favred for winning the design contest for the new hall construction inside the Museum of Sciences and Technologies. Graduated from Piltover’s Academy with honors, you're the proof that progress and art are held hand in hand in this city.

Almost the same speech Heimerdinger delivered during your graduation ceremony, only that this time you were all alone on the stage, Viktor's hand grabbing his cane to not feel the growing sensation of emptiness.

Part of him thought it was mere shock. After all, you haven't seen each other in almost ten years; and a petty part of him was surprised he even remembered you, how the image of you was locked in the depths of his subconsciousness that only needed the ring of your greeting to resurface.

But now? Hours after the reencounter? He was so, so weak…

With a sigh, Viktor finally admitted it: stealing glimpses of your purple dress flowing against the gentle breeze was a weakness, though if the excuse lay in masochist interest or avid curiosity, Viktor wasn’t ready to clear his mind. Why would he, anyway? It was a couple of wine glasses too late.

Funny how some things defied the City of Progress where everyone was eagerly grasping the tomorrow.

Viktor just felt stuck in the past, down a path he wasn’t so sure how to slip through.

Your hair was the same, richly stylized and decorated with a geometrical headpiece that looked like a crown from Viktor’s angle. Your time in Shurima had replaced the Piltovan style built by several layers of clothes like vests and corsets for simple, airy fabrics that played with transparencies. The deep shade of violet pooled in continuous drapes ironed in the long skirt falling freely around your hips and down your legs, a gold-threaded corset hugged your waist and framed your bosom, the fabric slowly fading into a lavender tone held like loose sleeves with golden bracelets.

You were covering your mouth while your eyes closed in amused crinkles for whatever the young merchant Mauriel Garfen was telling you as his expert hand twirled you around the ballroom. It didn’t matter much, as Viktor could paint it just fine: with the vivid dark pink adorning your lips, though he knew your favorite color was more of a burnt brown, or maybe even red—

"That's enough for today," Viktor mumbled, eyes looking intently at the crimson liquid as he swirled the stem around his fingers before settling it down against the nearby windowsill.

Suddenly, he heard your happy squeal as you went to hug another young woman dressed in a vivid teal, halter dress. Her curly black hair bounced as you two swayed. Viktor didn’t remember her vividly, but she had been one of your friends ever since your undergraduate years.

If only… Though he knew he didn’t have any right to be greeted as warmly. If even he had any right to be greeted at all. Only because you had returned. Because of course, you did. Once you had told him that despite the high number of students inside the Academy, you'd find each other in one way or another.

“No, not like fate,” you have told him, voice groggy with slumber as you laid against his chest, hands pointing at his dorm's ceiling where she had stuck luminescence cut-outs of stars. "Entropy."

You were right, from all his perfectly calculated plans tumbling into a state of chaos, one he surprisingly wasn’t against.

Until he was.

Garfen twirled the both of you, giggles bubbling like the nearby tray of drinks a waiter was carrying toward the Councilors discussing on a corner of the hall.

You looked like that photograph he kept in the bottom drawer of his tattered closet, only that the sepia tones eating it away had been repaired with the tone of your skin, the void he left behind replaced with you looking like a fairy queen with your golden crown and dashing company.

Someone more fitting. But Viktor was now the co-creator of Hextech, wasn’t that enough?

His fingers tangled around the glass’ steam, barely feeling the hot sensation of the alcohol down his throat as he gulped it all.

You’re so pathetic, Viktor. Get over it. Why haven’t you done that already?

“Vik! There you are!” He almost dropped the glass with the impromptu voice of Jayce chiming in his roaming thoughts. “I’ve been looking for you all night.”

"You know I'm not… eh, akin to this kind of party," he said, only half a lie. He'd been hiding inside a balcony and then, when Jayce passed by, Viktor slipped between a corner and a column. Now, he'd been too distracted to notice. "I've been unwinding."

“For a moment I thought you were already gone!” He patted his shoulder. “I’ve wanted to introduce you to Miss Favred since morning, but I suppose you had duties to take care of after the meeting.” He had bolted out of there as soon as Councilor Medarda called the session off.

His jar tightened, just as the grasp on his formal cane, naked metal replaced by a coat of black marble and polished wood on its handle. “Jayce, I don’t think this idea about the Hextech Wing would be… good,” he started, pouring in all the thoughts that had flown inside his head ever since the morning meeting. “This isn’t what I imagined when you told me we would celebrate the first decade of Hextech’s creation.”

“Viktor—”

“No, listen to me,” he replied, almost through gritted teeth. How pitiless of him he couldn’t even manage his feelings in public. “We want to help people in need, not to gloat about a fancy exhibit at the Science and Technology Museum. This is just another excuse for the Council to gloat about their grandness. What would the exhibit do for the people who believe in us, hmm? For us as scientists, even? Are you listening to me?” His friend had shifted to his embarrassed posture, where his tall body was trying to shrink into a ball, with hands tightly grabbed against his stomach, gazing at the floor. "Jayce—?"

“We’ve arranged that part of the Museum’s entrance fee is going to be destined to fund upcoming Hextech projects. That way you won’t need as many sponsorships,” Mel interjected behind him. Viktor turned to look at the Councilor, frozen to see the figure tailing close behind. “I believe we talked about it in the past meeting.”

Surely. Not that he would admit he had been too distracted by the nervous movements of your hands gesturing away to explain your design to oblige his mind to follow the Councilor’s debate sprinkled in between.

“Perhaps what he’s referring to is about how much time will it take to seize a positive quantity to fund a project,” you said to save his embarrassing stunned silence, poking your head from behind Jayce’s wide back. Your eyebrows arched slightly, head tilted toward Viktor.

The movement is so familiar from when you helped him through the boring, long seminars with haughty professors and even mouthier classmates. A head tilt and a slow gaze once you had laid the counterargument, ready for him to lock the possibility of a reply with his conclusion.

“I… That wasn’t what I meant,” he said, surprised by his cold tone.

You blinked at him for a moment, a frown slightly forming between your beautiful eyes. He didn’t dare to back out from it, he didn’t have a reason why.

Jayce cleared his throat. “Um… well, Vik, this is Miss Favred, she’s going to be the designer of the Museum ampliation…” He said, and you stepped next to Jayce, lips in a neutral yet mocking smile, with the curves of your lips turned up.

“It’s been quite some time, Miss Favred,” Viktor mustered, a smile plastering on his mouth that was too wide and toothy to be considered polite.

“Likewise, Viktor,” you said, tone sweetly as you extended your hand toward him.

Viktor almost wanted to yank it away once he felt a surge of electricity tingling up his arm once your long and elegant fingers wrapped the reverse of his palm. You giggled, nails digging into his skin with discreet violence.

His lips pressed in a thin line that couldn’t be faked as a smile even as he continued shaking your hand for a minute too long, wanting your eyes to decode the hidden message in his. What are you doing here?

“Oh, do you know each other?” Mel said after calling your name, which made you yank your hand away from his grasp.

“We were acquaintances at the Academy,” you said, gesturing away.

Classmates, the word slipped with an acid aftertaste when Viktor tried to back you up. "Very close classmates." Because of course, this was the perfect time for his brain to break under pressure. Yes, so close you slept against his chest every other night, so, so close that he even burrowed inside of you—

Mel turned to you, with an almost accusatory air. “What a surprise!”

“That was many years ago.” Your gaze swept from Mel’s to his, if only for a second. “I had forgotten about it.”

Oh, so that’s how you wanted to play?

"Well, I'm glad you two can reconnect after so many years!" Jayce said a big grin on his face. The sweet oblivious Jayce. “It’ll be good for Vik to have another friend! It’s… slightly difficult for him to open up and get new ones.”

Viktor glared at him. “Why are you talking about me as if I weren’t here?” he replied, while you mumbled:

“I wonder why that is.”

His head turned toward you in a movement so quick that some of his pushed backward-styled hair fell over his forehead. "Pardon?"

You smiled at him. “I didn’t say anything.”

Oh, you—

"Why don't we leave you two to talk?" Mel said, ignoring the pleading look you sent her when Jayce nodded, saying that there must be a lot to tell between the both of you. “Councilor Talis, let’s go for another drink. There’s something I need to talk about with you.” Probably about the wedding. Not that Viktor was interested in the matter when he had you in front of him.

From all the stolen glances, he had pieced you whole like a puzzle, filling in the missing pieces eaten away by time with the new image, though he knew some things wouldn't change. Like the way you smelled like hyacinth and mangoes, your favorite fruit. All that freckles and moles and scars dotted around your body like those two small ones peeking over the square neckline on the left of your collarbone, which he knew balanced out with the two tiny moles under your right breast.

Surely your skin was just as heavenly soft as back then despite the occasional roughness of your fingers from working so much. Your palms were always warm against his cold fingers during winter.

“Viktor," you called him. And he frowned to conceal what he had been thinking all the damn night.

“What?”

“Why don’t we strike a deal?” you said, arms crossed, disrupting what would have been his doom if he continued.

“Do I look like someone that would strike a deal with a devil, Miss Favred?” Viktor said, arching an eyebrow almost in a flirty way. Just amused enough to push you to the edge of your years-trained composure. You certainly played the part, with all the allure and the deep gaze of your eyes.

“I suppose this must be awkward for you, too.”

“It isn’t awkward for me,” he lied. “You should worry about your work instead.”

“So ready for me to leave?” You chuckled. “I think you should know that I applied to this contest because I need the spotless curriculum if I want to be the new Interior Design teacher at the Architecture Faculty.”

“You’re just trying to annoy me. You said you would leave and never return.” Better put, Viktor cornered you to say so, but he wasn’t going to let his mouth run free.

"And you said we were going to get married," you replied, and Viktor felt himself trip backward if it weren’t for the support of his cane. “So I guess we’re even.”

Viktor stood there, stunned golden eyes wide open. He started calling your name, but you had your hand raised.

“You’re right, my bad. That was unnecessary.” Your hand arranged a loose lock of hair poking your cheek. “Anyhow, I’m not going to mention anything about the… past. So you don’t have to worry about me running out my tongue—despite how close classmates we’ve been.”

“Now you’re just being…” improperly brash, dangerously cheeky. Almost as if you’d been pushing him over the edge of his decorum to see if he’d cornered you against a wall to seal your endless rebukes with a kiss. Or many. “…insufferable.”

"Don't worry." You waved away. "I'll finish my job as fast as humanely possible, and then we won't have to see each other again. Because I know you aren't fond of assisting the Progress Day's party."

He crossed his arms, letting the handle of his cane hook on the curve of his elbow. "I'm not sorry to disappoint you—but I'm very fond of Progress Days. I've changed," Viktor said, but it was only a half-truth. He wasn't sure how he could change a feeling that lay hidden deep inside, frozen in time instead of giving them a real burial. You only had to dig to start seeing the uneven silhouette of the memory boxes where nothing should be more than black earth.

“Anyway,” you replied, your tone bleeding with sarcasm. “That’s my peace treaty. I know Mel and Jayce will feel awkward if they ever discover that they’ve arranged old flames as partners, so let’s just forget it. I assure you it’s nothing that could endanger the quality of this project.”

Let’s just forget it. You were right, as you had always been, and yet…

I've already forgotten you, Viktor, you said inside his mind, a smile that once had left him breathless now hurting him in the unspoken truth that now you were better without him.

Of course, you were better without him.

Yet, Viktor couldn’t help but seek your left hand accommodating the deep V line of your dress for the poignant sight of a band on your finger.

“I’m not a passionate teenager, Miss Favred," he said, his tone devoid of any warmth. "I assure you I'm not interested in dwelling in the past. So rest assured, I won't embarrass you." It was totally unconscious that his voice dripped with contempt.

You curled your upper lip. “You’re such a fusspot, always the victim.”

Viktor inhaled sharply. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you spat, taking your skirt with your fists as you were ready to stalk away.

The parallels made his heart squeeze in a painful grip. Was history about to repeat itself?

Before his brain could recollect the action, Viktor had called your name, hand extended open as if wanting to touch you. “Wait—” As if he had something to tell you.

You ignored him, stopping when Jayce approached you both from the complete opposite direction Mel and he had gone at first. Also, you couldn't point out if the dark marks of brown smeared on his face were just a plaything of the lightning or marks of kisses.

“Are you leaving so soon?” Jayce told you, hand over your shoulder.

“Yes,” you told him with a smile, completely ignoring Viktor. “My feet hurt and I’m afraid I haven’t recovered my sleep schedule since my return.”

"Well, maybe Viktor can walk you home?" he offered. "For what Mel told me, you live near his apartment." Not that he had moved a lot since you left, but seeing the surprise in your eyes felt like a little victory.

“No,” Viktor and you said at the same time.

“I mean—,” you started.

“I want to stay a little longer,” Viktor said. "As I should be open to enjoying these celebrations more. Hextech anniversary only arrives once a year!" He tried to laugh, but Jayce looked at him with such a concerned frown it was hard to keep his act. Your contained snort wasn't helping.

“Vik… I think you’ve had far too many drinks.”

He glared at Jayce for what felt like the thousandth time. "I'm fine, Jayce—”

"Well, goodbye!" you chirped, getting on your tippy toes to kiss Jayce's cheek, and then, forcefully, approach Viktor and give him a goodbye kiss, too. More like a rude smack, with how forceful you were.

"Tomorrow, eight sharp," Jayce told you, poking your side with his elbow. "Viktor doesn't like it when I arrive late."

“I can’t wait,” you beamed, eyes boring into Viktor’s. As if daring him to say something.

"Me either," Viktor lied.

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missglaskin · 1 year

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The reader: *sees the dead bodies* “Oh my gods”

Aegon: “Do you like it”

The reader:*sometimes you can choose not to be a dick* “Yes, thank you”

There must be something wrong with me tho because I found it kinda romantic he did that (minus Mauriel, her and her kid did deserve to live tho 😭), remember ladies if he wanted to he could 🙄✋🏽.

You're not wrong tho 😂

Get yourself a man who will kill every one of his ex-lovers just for you and then serve you your favorite breakfast

#ask #do you love me

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remingtonblake · 5 months

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The Heck Knight Who Kneels is challenged by Mauriel of the Bleeding Bosom

#remingtonblake #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital art #adventure #character design #my ocs #heck knight #demon #dungeons and dragons #dnd art

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canesenzafissadimora · 10 months

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Per la prima volta in vita mia ho sperimentato il senso delle parole “mai più”.

Beh, è una cosa terribile.

Le pronunciamo cento volte al giorno, ma non sappiamo cosa stiamo dicendo se non ci siamo ancora confrontati con un vero “mai più”.

In fondo ci illudiamo sempre di poter controllare ciò che accade; nulla ci sembra definitivo.

Mauriel Barbery

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aroace-cat-lady · 6 months

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Idk there's something that just makes me giggle in that scene when aziraphale meets mauriel idk

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tallclinton · 10 months

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I told myself I needed to write 1000 words tonight since I’m going to be hosting an open mic on in a couple weeks. I’m excited. I need to be funny. I’m going to crush it and hopefully I’ll get to set up another show with Mauriel.

I’m glad I went and checked out Grounded Cafe. Mauriel has built a cool little place. Like my bachelor uncles place before my dad kicked him out of the garage.

Next to the cheese place. That place has got some expensive mold. It costs $10 just to smell the gorgonzola.

Pueblo is getting too big. I had to get out. I'm living in Ordway. North of Rocky Ford. The main workforce in Ordway is the two prisons. There are only 1000 people living there and I think that includes the prisoners. Its a small town. I'm new and I'm learning all the small town stuff that goes on. I've been told the mayor and the police force are an Old Boys Club and there's a bunch of corruption.

Its really fun.

There's a cult! The big church in Ordway is the River of Life. I've heard that they're very culty and they were in league with some human traffickers from Mexico.

I got out here in December. I'm running a general good / thrift store with my partner Misty. We enjoy it. I buy storage units and host estate sales. I got to garage sales and auctions. I'm out here hustling. Its been excellent for my self esteem. I dislike myself much less now.

My days are spent interacting with the people of Ordway of whom most seem to be dying. Ordway is not a youthful town. Most of my customers are living in retirement communities. I love all these old folks. They're really go to Misty and I.

Joe, Judith, Ed, Judy, Brandy,

There are dozens of awesome people who come by my little shop so I'm kinda the cool guy. I've never been the cool guy so this is all new to me. Its new and I'm not doing great at it. I'm kind of a dick. Kind of is probably too kind. In the past I have been short with people and I would lose my temper. I still get those times to flair up and I have to remind myself that I don't live in Pueblo anymore and I'm not coming back.

My store has tools, clothes, furniture, books, dvds, housewares, electronics, antiques and collectables. I'm going to pitch that you come out and see what I'm doing because right now I'm selling all my clothes for $1 each. Everything in great shape and there are some name brands. I get donations for the local community and I don't get enough customers to sell as much as I'm getting in.

I may be on a sinking ship with this store but I'm really enjoying working with Misty. She great. She's a fox! I'm so lucky. She works her ass off. I've been trying to keep up with her. It's just the two of us and she's really good at staying busy and attending customers. She listens and people really like her. I've kinda inserted myself into the mix.

I broke 500 words and I'm ready to get away from typing for a little while. I'm glad I wrote. Gorgonzola is funny. I'm going to try to use that and the uncle thing.

I'd like to make fun of Ordway more while I'm hosting. I was doing a joke where their main attraction in town in the middle school football team. There's nothing out here but My Thrift Store, Hardware Store, Coffee Shop, Coffee truck, excellent restaurant called Feelin' Saucy. If you're coming out to Ordway be sure to stop and get a pizza. I'm a big fan.

The pizza place and the coffee place are neighbors and they don't like each other. There's apartments over the coffee shop. I haven't been in them but I assume they're nice.

I'm living in an RV. It was a cold winter. We froze up 3 times and had to stay in the back of the store. I've got a bed set up and sometime's I'll stay when I've stayed too late. The RV is only half a mile away from the shop. Sometimes I like sleeping alone. I love sleeping next to her and cuddling and enjoying her presence. Sometimes sleeping alone is awesome. She's on the rag so I'm staying here tonight.

My hobbies include Magic the Gathering and stand up comedy. I haven't done standup since last year in November. I was doing an open mic at a bar in bessemer and it was pretty bad. I thought the room had some potential but I don't have a following and trying to pull people to a dive bar in a bad area of town is hard. I think if I'd have stuck with it I would've been able to get a following but I was unhappy with the consistent low turnout.

I keep seeing something in my peripheral vision. I'm worried someone is looking in and checking me out. Its past midnight so there shouldn't be many people out. My thrift shop is across from the Columbine Saloon. I don't drink so I don't frequent the place. They stay pretty busy. There was a large group of bikers there this weekend.

I don't drink but I smoke weed. Most of the time I'm hitting my little vape. I like the smell of weed but smelling like burnt weed is embarrassing. I don't tell anyone in Ordway that I tough the devils lettuce. It's a pretty conservative community and I can't afford for a customer to stop coming to my shop because they don't agree with my Mary Jane consumption.

Wow. 1000 words came pretty quick. its easy to write when you're not trying to be funny. Looking for the funny in situations is a good idea though. I'd like to write about the cult and how I'm going to infiltrate it.

Hell yeah.

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suisatelittle · 1 month

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when they’re together, they’re at their most insufferable

#pokemon #pokemon oc #marvalin #mauriel #team magma #magma au #magma leader maxie #tbh archie would tolerate them better i think lol

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bluishjelly · 1 year

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“i’m just a small creature in a big world hoping to make some sweet connections with wonderful people like: you.” ₊ ˚ ⑅

hail o’ sweet creatures! 💗 it’s a (not so) short interlude as a preliminary about meーthe handler of this tinie cutie virtual site! 🐇 perhaps it consists of miscellaneous things that i called some important dossiers for you to get to know me easily! {heart_eyes} so please read these words carefully, okie!? one & foremost, let me tell you, my name is maurielle amu, amu for short. but you can address me whatever you want, but please use sweet nicknames for me! 🫧 oh, anyway, i absolutely use she/her as my pronouns to refer my feminine deeds as well! fret not because i’m already on my legal age! and the last time i checked, my mbti is infj, if that matters.

more things about me (my activities on this account absolutely): i usually spare my time scrolling the timelineーtrying to seek something interesting and i tweeted a lot about everything that happened that day! ♡︬ ⁺ so please aware i being oversharing, but mostly rp related :3 you can soft-block me if you are uncomfortable. my account is fub free! 🤍

if you decide to be my long-term my mutual, please avoid these things: racist, often to move or not permanent account such as your build that account only looking for mutualsーdoesn’t want to interact, jfb account, underage (<18 y.o, follow at your own risk), love to fanwars or make a huge drama (no no hae, i’m drama free).

that being said, you are welcomed on my direct message or send me some queries through my retrospring and i will make sure to reply as soon as possible for the happiness and the delightment of us! last but not least, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. i hope we can become fast friends. ㅤ۫ 𝅄 𐚁̸ ࣪ 𓈒

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shidivaslimdown · 10 months

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#maurielle lue #pretty #body inspo #smile #braids #ponytail #green #fox 2 detroit #detroit

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sapphireblu2 · 2 years

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Watching the new Fox2 Showing of The Noon with Lee Thomas, Maurielle Lue and Alan Longstreet https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci-fZaWOYF-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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novelcamera4 · 2 years

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GRAFIKA WARSZTATOWA - Inspiracje #16

Cechy charakteru: sumienna, pracowita, pilna, wrażliwa, uczuciowa, dobra do wyrzeczeń i poświęceń, uparta, wytrwale dążąca do końca, ambitna, lekkomyślna, odważna, próżna, koleżeńska, uczynna, podatna na piękno przyrody. Cechy pozytywne: sumienna, pracowita, pilna, energiczna, inteligentna, wrażliwa, uczuciowa, gotowa do wyrzeczeń i poświęceń, ambitna, odważna, pogodna, uzdolniona literacko, otwarta na coś przyrody, koleżeńska, uczynna, zdolna, pojętna, rozumna. Cechy Ani: gadatliwa, roztrzepana, sumienna, pracowita, pilna, energiczna, żywa, błyskotliwa, inteligentna, wrażliwa, głęboko odczuwająca, uczuciowa, skłonna do wyrzeczeń i poświęceń, uparta, wytrwale dążąca do osiągnięcia postawionych przed sobą celów, ambitna, lekkomyślna, nieuważna, o dużej wyobrażni, z licznym zasobem slownictwa, odważna, śmiała, próżna, pogodna, podająca się pięknym, bogatym, lecz prostym językiem, uzdolniona literacko, otwarta na coś przyrody, koleżeńska, uczynna, zdolna, pojętna, impulsywna. Cechy umysłowości: błyskotliwa, inteligentna, z różnym zasobem słownictwa, podająca się pięknym, bogatym, lecz prostym językiem, uzdolniona literacko, zdolna, rozumna. Cechy negatywne: gadatliwa, roztrzepana, uparta, lekkomyślna, nieuważna, próżna, impulsywna. Cechy usposobienia: gadatliwa, roztrzepana, energiczna, pogodna, impulsywna. Rudowłosa, o piegowatej twarzy, chuda, z szerokimi, szarozielonymi, żywymi oczami; kształtny nos; ubrana głównie w niewielkie, niemodne i nieładne sukienki.

Rudowłosa, szczupła, o zgrabnej, delikatnej, wysmukłej sylwetce; z dużymi, szarozielonymi, żywymi oczami; twarz o inteligentnym wyrazie; kształtny nos; ubrana skromnie, lecz gustownie, bez zbędnego przepychu. Proszę więcej na jutro powtórzyć dane o zaimkach. Omówieniem tekstu zainteresujemy się jutro 26.05.2020. Na jutrzejsze zajęcia online powtórzcie odmianę przez przypadki. Każde zajęcia rozpoczynamy 15 min rozgrzewką lekkoatletyczną. Zajęcia należy najlepiej prowadzić każdego dnia. Zanim uzupełnicie tekst, proszę przypomnieć sobie zasady pisowni "nie" z odległymi częściami mowy. Proszę o dzieło podanego ćwiczenia. Bo jeśli całe nasze wyposażenia są zgodne z Apple Music, to przecież ten punkt odpada. Znajdźcie w tekście wszystkie rzeczowniki opisujące klejnot. Z listy wynika, iż tego gatunku rzeczowniki połączone myślnikiem zapisywane są oczywiście tak. Ania Shirley (strona główna), drugoplanowi: Maryla i Mateusz Cuthbertowie, pani Małgorzata Linde, Diana Barry, Gilbert Blythe, pani Józefina Barry, pani Allan, pani Mauriel Stacy. Powodujące to dyplomowane trenerki po szkoleniach w Zakładzie EFT; pani Sylwia Wilczyńska i Małgorzata Białach. W toku zbierania informacji istotne były gwoli nas też dzieje samego statku, sprawa jego powstania. W sukcesie gdy odpowiednich reklamy nie posiada, obiecuje je wziąć i przekazać.

5. Gdy zostałem harcerzem wiele godzin zacząłem spędzać poza domem. Nie stale w całości będą wiedziały zasady funkcjonowania takiego działania, a jak w grupie pojmą o czymś podobnym, w ich osobach pojawi się obraz dziecięcych zabaw, co pomoże im zauważyć zadaną lekcję. Dzięki temu wszelka płyta może nie tylko uspokoić słuchacza, lecz również, kiedy tego konieczność, pobudzić go do dzieła. Zauważcie, że dzięki przedstawieniu pozostałych cech (nie tylko pozytywnych) bohater zatrzymuję się bliższy czytelnikowi. Zredaguj charakterystykę Ani, wspominaj o uzasadnianiu cech. Charakter - zespół cech psychicznych, ważnych danemu człowiekowi, przejawiających się w jego traktowaniu; cechy charakteru mogą ulec zmianie, zamieniać się. Usposobienie - wrodzone właściwości, natura; cechy usposobienia najczęściej nie ulegają zmianie, są stałą cechą człowieka. Pisz, np. osobno o cechach charakteru, serca i umysłowości, wybierz te marek, które zwłaszcza ci zaimponowały. Wymieńcie cechy charakteru, usposobienia, umysłowości Ani. Podane wyżej cechy Ani nie są uporządkowane. 3. Fatalny podwieczorek Ani i Diany. 12. Decyzja Ani o zostaniu z Marylą. 1. Spróbował otworzyć drzwi wiatr je pochwycił. Wysoki chłopiec uderzył osobą we framugę drzwi.

Taki chłopiec często miewa kłopoty. Naszym pierwszym celem jest zapewnienie dzieciom w ostatnim ważnym czasie pożytecznego zajęcia, motywowanie do samodzielnej aktywności, a przede wszystkim rozwijanie ich wiedzy samokształcenia. Wiele dyscyplin sportowych wymaga umiejętności wykonywania dużych i efektywnych zwrotów, i dodatkowo zachowania równowagi. 36. Jak nazywa się ciepła zimowa czapka z opuszczanymi nausznikami? Dz. imitują odgłos i falowanie morza przy zachowaniu folii malarskiej trzymanej za fragment przez wszystkie dziecko stojące dookoła (jak chusty Klanza). Skrzesał ognia, rozjarzył kawałek hubki, wsadził w szczelinę wypróchniałego drzewa, tuż przy otworze barci, a jedyny czym już uskoczył w bok, bo rozwścieczone pszczoły potrafiły się nań rojem rzucić również na śmierć zakłuć. rozprawka -chung, stanowią one ok. 24. Jak zredukować stres? Analizuje konstruktory i destruktory bogactwa biorąc pod lupę uwarunkowania geograficzne i klimatyczne, szeroko rozumianą kulturę, systemy edukacyjne, wierzenia religijne, systemy polityczne, i nawet rzecz właśnie z pozoru kuriozalnego, jak specyficzna dociekliwość naukowa narodów.

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