#father abraham gray

[radiojamming]

This man was feral once

#cat rescue #father abraham gray #this is supervised outside time #he doesn’t go beyond the deck anymore #we joke that he’s retired

[celtic-crossbow]

The World Keeps Getting Hotter, Baby, but I’m Too Cool to Die

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Pre-series; The Line-Up; Whisperers Arc

Warnings: Domestic violence; Child abuse; Injuries; Blood; Allusions to alcoholism; Mentions of canonical character death

Summary: Three times Daryl didn’t fear death and the one time he did.

gif by @jaaryl

Daryl had honestly never feared death. Sometimes, he felt it would even come as a reprieve from a life that had taken such a toll on every aspect of his very being. He had seldom wished for it, mostly as a child who didn’t understand the permanence. He wanted to follow his mama, who often took the beatings meant for him. 

Even in her near constant drunken stupors, she would reach for him from the bed, fresh blood and bruises still adorning her pale skin. C’mere, baby. It’s okay. When she died and Merle ran, Daryl faced their father’s wrath alone. 

“Worthless, bitch-ass mama’s boy.” The rough leather of the well worn belt was a follow up sting to the skin-tearing agony of the metal buckle. “Gon’ toughen ya up. Won’t have no pussy Dixon livin’ in my house.”

Daryl just laid there, watching the new flecks of crimson fall in sporadic splatterings on the dirty wooden floor. He circled the thought of his mother reaching for him, shushing and soothing in her slurred voice. It was almost enough to numb the angry wounds long after the onslaught was over. 

“I'll find ya, mama. We can run away together.”

He wasn’t a stranger to motorcycles. Merle had taken him down the backroads, no destination in mind. The elder Dixon had been working on obtaining his license but was already a skilled rider. 

He’d show up at the most opportune moments, almost like he was listening for the old man to pass out drunk. Daryl was older then, early teens making things more confusing as he went through changes he didn’t understand. He’d never speak them aloud for fear of invoking his father’s rage or his brother’s ridicule. He kept quiet and waited excitedly for the times his brother would offer him peace on the open road. 

Merle hadn’t noticed the pine needles on the wet asphalt until it was too late. 

Daryl could only remember bits and pieces. His brother’s distorted face and muffled voice. Keep them eyes open, boy! The younger man found he didn’t care to oblige. Maybe if he closed his bright blues, he’d wake up in a different life. Loving parents, good grades, a house in the suburbs complete with a dog that was always happy to see him. 

He was actually disappointed when he woke up in the hospital, broken arm and severe concussion, his body throbbing. 

Merle was already gone again. An officer took him home where Will Dixon broke the cast within an hour and twisted the skin above the break. 

Daryl missed his brother. 

It was his fault Glenn had died. Maybe Abraham should be on his conscience as well. If he’d never stormed off, half-cocked and hell bent, they would have all been there to make sure the group made it to Hilltop. The line up would have never happened because all the best fighters would have been together, functioning as a well oiled machine to plow the Saviors down. 

But Daryl had to be stubborn. He had to do things his way. And now Abraham and Glenn were dead, Maggie was a widow, and her baby would never know their father. 

He was losing blood. The wound was through and through, steadily freeing his lifeblood without medical intervention. As the van bounced and jarred over the rough gravel, the archer hissed and sluggishly pressed a hand over the weeping hole so close to his collarbone. Yet the blood on his hands wasn’t his. It was Glenn’s. 

His vision was graying at the edges, his skin colder without the blanket that had been left on the rough ground where his family mourned. They likely spit on the fabric, the only thing among them that had been somewhat his. Even if he lived, he could never go back and face their anger. 

His breaths came slower, more shallow. He was growing numb and exhaustion had him giving in to the urge to close his eyes. 

If there was a god, maybe he’d see fit to take Daryl and toss him into hell in exchange for Glenn being returned to Maggie. 

He’d lost you. The cave had collapsed and you had been swallowed by the dust and debris. It had been suggested there were other ways out, that maybe you had escaped after all. Only to go back to Alexandria or Hilltop, to reunite with Kelly, Yumiko, and Luke while discovering Daryl had gone off on his own—again—and let rage drive him. 

He was stupid to think he could coerce Alpha into revealing anything that might benefit him or aid in your rescue. He’d been reckless and now he was paying for it. Blood was no longer spurting from the wound in his thigh, the veins having long ago slowed the gush when his heartrate began to decelerate. 

He was gonna die there, bleed out and never know if you were safe. For the first time, he found he didn’t want to go. You, arriving with Magna and her group, had charmed your way right past his defenses and straight into his heart. He had been a lovesick fool, grasping the unfamiliar feeling with both hands until his knuckles turned white. 

You were completely and utterly transparent in your reciprocation, doting over his injuries and ensuring he took care of himself. You were glued to his side, throwing yourself into the fray when anything could possibly pose a threat to him, much to his displeasure. You were sweet as honey, but stubborn as an ox. Fierce and loyal, downright lethal when someone you loved was threatened. 

And you loved him. Of all the people left in the world, you had chosen him. 

And he didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to escape the pain. He didn’t care to see Merle again yet or run into his mama’s arms. He had longed to hear the innocence in Beth’s singing that he’d failed to protect, but found that it wasn’t as important as what he had there, in life. 

He actually had a life. He could settle down with you, even if he couldn’t promise you complete safety and peace. You were still young enough for children if you wanted them, and he’d never deny you that even if he felt he’d be a shit father. He wanted to go home to you at the end of the day and let you whisper away the stress he couldn’t leave outside the door. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, touch you, love you. 

He didn’t want to die not knowing if you were alive and that those things were possible. 

He wheezed, forced to blink hard to battle against his eyes’ will to close. He was cold. He no longer felt the pain of the wound. 

He wasn’t ready anymore. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to risk leaving you. He didn’t want to die.

“Daryl.”

The archer gasped, summoning all the strength he had left to slide his eyes toward where the sun was now beaming into the cold garage. 

There you were, carrying the light behind you like a pair of wings. Like his vest, but bright and beautiful. He could make out your face as you lowered to hover above him. Your hand was warm against his cheek, it felt near scalding pressed to his chilled skin. 

“You’re alive.” He managed in a rough whisper. Even with your features vibrating, he could see that beautiful smile. “M’dyin’, Sunshine. Don’t wanna go.” Someone was working on his leg but he couldn’t be bothered to check or even ask. Your lips pressed against his blood streaked forehead. 

“You’re not going anywhere. Not today.”  Daryl sighed. He believed you. It was always so easy to do, but he could tell you weren’t placating. “You’re too cool for that.” 

He was going to live and he was going to love you right. 

#murda writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x female reader #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl twd #daryl dixon twd #daryl fanfiction #Spotify

[samantha-rae-velcher]

What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

DC

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

IT

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #markiplier #markiplier x reader #markiplier x fem reader #barry berkman #barry berkman x reader #marvel #marvel x y/n #the walking dead x reader #mully x fem reader #joshdub x fem reader #eddie vr x reader #your narrator x fem reader #negan the walking dead #the pirates of the caribbean #jacksepticeye x reader smut #angry cops x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #jaskier x y/n #filavandrel x you #gotham x reader #harry potter #salem x reader #fantastic beasts x reader #star wars x reader

[theducklingart]

Emma Bloom Headcanons by Duckling_

1. Family (Canon)

Father

Mother

Julia her sister

2. Appearance (Kinda Canon??)

When I picture Emma i think of some while blonde chick with green eyes.

I think her hair would be in a low and her eyes a dullish green bit bright. She's pretty pale and pasty.

I think she would wear just a plain long gray dress and some black maryjanes with white socks.

3. Realtionships (Some canon)

Miss Peregrine. is pretty much her mother at this point.

Abraham Portmen. Ex. Lover that she probably still loves even though she says she's over him.

Jacob Portmen. Ex. Lover again. But she definitely used him.

Bronywn Bruntley. These two are like the lesbian moms or sisters.

Millard Nullings. He's like a little brother to her but she can't see him and panics everytime she thinks she lost him.

Enoch o, Conner. The annoying mean little brother to her but they have bonding times with each other.

4. Headcanons (Some actually facts)

She's 16 (88)

Cis Female, Heterosexual

She's 5.7ft tall

She doesn't really like modern time

She accidentally burns people sometimes then feels really bad about it if it's someone she cares about deeply

The only person she misses in her actual family is her sister

Very judgemental

Bossy

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc #emma bloom #miss peregrine #book #headcanons #silly

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

The Auror & The Devil part 8

(FLUFF, cozy, nothing really happens, grab your tea/coffee & enjoy)

*

Aesop opened his eyes and immediately forgot what he had dreamt, excited about the day that had finally arrived. The fire in the fireplace crackled pleasantly, sunbeams glided across the floor from the salon, and from the chirps reaching his ears, he inferred that the swallow family, nesting right outside his window, had just grown in size.

He smiled broadly and purred with satisfaction, turning on his side and stretching in the soft, fragrant bedding that pleasantly enveloped his naked body. Like a cat, he rubbed his head against the pillow, tousling his hair and emitting increasingly louder sounds of contentment. He felt like he was slipping back into the arms of sleep, which he didn't resist at all. Normally, at this time, he would hastily tie a tie and frantically search for matching socks... But not today.

He suddenly woke up startled by his own louder snore and decided it was finally time to get out of bed. He might have more time, but he didn't want to waste it on sleeping.

Even in the castle, it was getting warm; pajamas were not advisable at night unless you wanted to cook under a sufficiently thick quilt. The fireplace was purely decorative, enchanted flames provided only light and coziness, with warmth as hot as a fire painted in a picture.

Aesop lazily put on underwear and two different socks.

"By the authority vested in me, I hereby appoint you a pair," he muttered to himself, looking at the long brown-green sock with a niffler pattern and the short, gray one with bird feet and eggs. He smiled at them, recalling how, by chance, two years ago, it turned out that both he and Abraham were fans of patterned sock designs.

One day they met at Gladrag's, noticing on display the last pair with pom-pom Puffskeins. They shared them, wearing them for special occasions like the Yule's ball. It was always accompanied by a conspiratorial wink and a clandestine pull-up of the trouser leg, as if belonging to a secret Puffskein-socks-club with only 2 members.

Aesop laughed and stood up cautiously. The first steps always had to be gentle to give his left knee time to wake up. He limped to the chair where his clothes awaited, quickly putting them on. Glancing out the window and seeing the clear sky, he decided that the vest and coat would be unnecessary. After adjusting the suspenders, he threw on his jacket and loosely tied the tie.

With a swift wand movement, he packed all his belongings into suitcases, which would accompany him tomorrow on the journey to his mother and John. A very short journey, on the other side of the lake, to Aranshire. The lovers were planning to stay there for just a few days to handle some matters in Hogsmead before heading to Cragcroftshire, where they currently lived. The family home in Aranshire was empty until Aesop moved back in, after taking the job at Hogwarts. He only thought about whether he had cleaned everything enough and if the food he prepared would please them, wanting to impress her and make her happy.

Merlin, he was over 40, yet always found himself emphasizing in her presence that some surprise awaiting her was his doing. Like a child boasting that it had cleaned the house and cooked dinner, proud of the achievement, expecting praise. He felt a bit pathetic but wanted to make up for her time when he was too small to help, and she was left alone with everything. Many times, he saw her cry from the workload, loneliness, and because of him, when he constantly got into trouble and then almost died...

Now, looking at everything from a slightly different perspective, he saw how much he had distanced himself from her after taking the position at Auror's office... He didn't want to be seen as a small-town person; he moved to his father's place in Oxford and... practically became a copy of Aristotle. Of course, he never planned it because he never got along with his father, but in a sense, he inherited his character. If not for the accident, he would probably be the same careerist as his father; married to an unhappy woman, having a child with her for whom he wouldn't have time, and whose fate, from conception, would be known—he or she would become an Auror, no discussion... Now, thinking about his time at the Ministry... he might have accidentally sentenced someone to a fate similar to what happened to him and his mother, and it made him feel sick.

He scolded himself for ruining his day with unpleasant thoughts and, having walked the stairs of the tower, headed for the door. A dozen pairs of eyes were already fixed on him outside.

"Professor Sharp, could you just..."

"NO!" Aesop replied, ignoring any pleas for a chance to raise grades, last-minute revisions, or any other matters. He shooed away all the students circling around him, following him from the Faculty Tower to the courtyard like a flock of chickens, emitting a cacophony of sounds reminiscent of clucking. "Goodbye, I'm on vacation, see you, no, I'm not here, NO, NO, goodbye, I'm not here, please don't send ANY owls to me, I won't reply anyways. Hahaha." He chuckled wickedly under his breath and departed, leaving behind a group of disappointed pupils holding failed potions and exams marked with a bold "TROLL."

Oh, that IS a GOOD day, indeed, he thought, lying on a patch of grass hidden between the reeds by the lake and using his jacket as a pillow. He didn't intend to lie down for too long, respecting his back and leg, but half an hour was the perfect time to think about what to eat for breakfast at Sirona's. Half an hour...

He breathed deeply, savoring the scent of herbs gently carried by the gentle breeze from the lake. He loved this blend of scents, valuing it more than the most expensive women's perfumes; lavender, mallow, wolfsbane, dittany... Among them, busy bees and bumblebees flew, collecting nectar, sometimes landing on Aesop to take a short rest, tickling him with their tiny legs, especially when they decided to clean their wings right on the tip of his nose. He watched them with delight, not wanting to disturb them, and listened to the sounds of their wings, mingling with the rustle of the wind ruffling the water's surface. The lake gurgled at the shore, leaving bubbles and foam on the sand and stones. The singing of birds from the Forbidden Forest made his thoughts gently drift like leaves on the lake's surface, heading towards several ideas for paintings and poems that had been brewing in his mind during the school year but had no time to materialize. He pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, flipping through the written and crossed-out pages, finding an empty one somewhere. In his other hand, a quill appeared.

"Hmmm... Maybe like this..." He murmured to himself, arranging the first verses, whispering them to himself while scribbling on the parchment. "My words immerse themselves in you with their full weight. They plunge into your abyss. So fragile and trembling, all yours... Hmmm, what's next?..." He pondered, looking at the fluffy clouds. "With your delicate fingers, you tenderly caress the clouds of my thoughts, and I... Well..." He wrinkled his nose, rejecting a slew of ideas in his head about what to write next. "Let it be. And I? Well, I break and crumble, painlessly, gently, writhing at your feet, so thirsty... I want more, I want to sink further, drinking every inch of your body... Hmmm..." He set the notebook aside and, closing his eyes, caressed a blade of grass with long fingers. After a moment of thought, he added, "I want to be the rain crawling over your warmth, the breath that will release the strands of your braided hair and weave from them a true delicacy. It will cover us both; healing all wounds, a feather-like softness. All ours..."

The air just above Aesop's head was cut with a whistle as someone flew on a broomstick like mad. Sharp jumped up to see what was happening, but before his eyes accustomed to the light, the person crashed into the lake, creating a fountain of water behind them.

"Mora," he immediately concluded and rolled his eyes. What she was up to now?

He was sure she hadn't seen him, and he observed from his hiding place as she emerged from the water, taking a deep breath.

"Aresto momentum!" she shouted, aiming her wand at a giant Dugbog that appeared seemingly out of nowhere and charged toward her. The powerful spell hit it in time, and Morana emerged onto the shore, preparing to cut the creature's tongue. With a slight wand movement, she put it to sleep, and after an unpleasant operation, she smeared its mouth with an ointment that made the creature's tongue instantly grow back. She patted the monstrosity on the side.

"Aesop will be proud," she said aloud to herself and laid the sleeping Dugbog on the sand. The oinment Sharp had taught her to make a few days ago worked perfectly.

Aesop? Sharp thought, surprised to hear the sound of his name in the woman's mouth. It sounded really strange. Usually, when students talked about him among themselves, he only heard "SHARP" muttered through their teeth. This... was something else and made his head buzz. He stood up from his hiding place, grabbing his jacket, and began walking toward her, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Well, well, good job," she heard behind her back and froze. "Task accomplished."

She smiled faintly, blushing; she had no idea he was here, and she didn't suspect he saw her ridiculously fell into the water. She stood before him, completely wet and embarrassed, trying to put together some words, while he, with a wave of his wand, dried her clothes.

"Come on, I've cherished "my time with no people around" enough for today," he grumbled sarcastically and nodded his head, signaling for her to follow him. "Have your friends already gone home?"

"Yes, I have to stay for a few more days and help Mrs. Dimm. She caught a cold, and Mr. Dimm went to London for business, and the brewery will be on my head until Friday. Besides, I still have to gather cabbage..."

"When I started working at the Ministry, my task was to chase people like you... Owners of illegally large amounts of cabbage. The Ministry fears goblins, and a sixth-year has a private army of biting plants in her secret room," he laughed, and Morana echoed him, blushing. "Speaking of biting, would you like to have breakfast with me at Sirona's?"

Probably she ate something along the way, a sandwich or an apple, as usual, hurrying to start the 'hunt.' She smiled broadly, and he already knew that she was probably as hungry as her cabbages. 'Could I leave the ingredients in your office first?' Aesop nodded and gestured toward his office as she took them. He moved them both to the courtyard. Students still circled around, and Sharp cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself.

'I'm not here,' he whispered to her, and Mora struggled to maintain composure as they tried to quickly make their way to the potions class, where Sharp dispelled the charm. He watched Mora pack all the ingredients into jars, then stood by one of the boards where he had drawn dark magical symbols the day before.

'Yes, as promised, I wrote to a few people about what I think you might have seen in your dreams (of course, I didn't tell anyone that you have them; the Ministry only knows there was a massacre), and we've identified such signs... Do you recognize any?' he asked as Morana approached.

Her eyes sparkled, and she began to analyze each of the symbols with concentration. However, after a moment, it became clear to her that there was nothing here that even remotely resembled the symbols from her dreams. 'I'm sorry... Unfortunately, no.'

'Hmm, Mora, what you just said is also a clue for me.' Sharp's words surprised her, and she looked at him questioningly. He leaned against the board and slowly began to explain everything. 'It means we're looking in the wrong place. Sometimes you have to eliminate all false leads, starting with the simplest, in this case, various sigils and glyphs found on dark magical artifacts associated with flower magic or related rituals. They add power to various tools, absorbing black magic...'

'That doesn't sound like "simple,"' Morana muttered to herself, to which Sharp chuckled softly.

'Oh, it only seems that way. Black magic isn't difficult because it's based on very primitive emotions, which is what makes it so effective, and its effects are difficult to neutralize.It's easy to cast Crucio on someone, and to conjure a Patronus often takes months of practice.'

'Yeah... you need to mean to hurt somebody in the case of Crucio, and a Patronus... you have to summon the happiest thought, often in difficult moments...'

'Exactly.' Sharp stroked his chin thoughtfully. 'That's why it's sometimes hard to resist the thought of taking shortcuts. But it's the same thinking as if I tried to control the chaos in classes with Mr. Weasley by yelling...'

It's true, Sharp never raised his voice. Morana only noticed that now. Other teachers, even Mrs. Garlick, sometimes yelled at someone when they did something exceptionally foolish. Especially Mrs. Kogawa was "loud." It didn't mean he was angry, but his composure, or just one icy look, was enough to maintain order. Amazing... she thought. I wonder how he learned that?

'It would probably be even worse...' she confessed, restraining a smile, and something suddenly remembered something. 'Amit gained a bit of courage and promised to talk to Garreth...'

'He gained some courage because?' Sharp interjected into her sentence, becoming suspicious that Morana had a hand in it, and looked at her askance.

'Well...' she began uncertainly. 'Perhaps by complete accident, it turned out that he can read Goblin language, and another accident led him to enter the mine with me to...'

'Wait a moment... Mr. Thakkar reads gobbledygook?' Sharp became interested.

'Sort of, he's self-taught; Lodgok claimed he had a terrible pronunciation...'

'Lodgok?'

'Yes, you knew him... sir?' she added hastily. Sharp nodded. 'Incredible... Mr. Thakkar reads gobbledygook' he muttered to himself.

'Well, Amit is constantly talking about goblins; just don't listen to him carefully...'

Ouch, that hurt Aesop, not because Morana's tone was quite sharp, but because she was right, and a sense of guilt flooded his cheeks with redness.

'Well...' he started somewhat awkwardly. 'I guess it's time to eat something...'

Morana raised her eyebrows; he wouldn't get away so easily.

'Many students complain that you don't speak much, Aesop.' she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest, and the sound of his name in her mouth, spoken in such a stern manner, made him shudder and turn into an audience. 'I wouldn't be surprised if Ammit kept your picture somewhere like a holy image because you are a huge authority for him... He wants to become an Auror, and it would be good if someone could talk to him about it.'

Aesop took a deep breath, unable to disagree with her words.

'I apologize.' he whispered softly. 'I'll try to give you all a bit more attention next year... I didn't prepare myself through whole life to become a teacher like Matilda Weasley, and I'm not good at it.'

'Not true...' Morana denied. 'If it weren't for you, it would be hard for me.'

Aesop waved his hand.

'You're an adult; working with you is different from working with eleven-year-olds who put wands in their noses and pretend to be Graphorns, chasing each other in the corridor before my classes...' Morana burst into laughter, and the gurgling sounds suddenly interrupted her.

'Hmm, someone has a Chinese cabbage instead of a stomach,' Aesop joked, to hear her comical laughter and grunting again. So lovely.

*

Under the Three Broomsticks was quite quiet and almost empty; only two tables within sight were occupied by someone. Morana immediately felt strange. Hogsmead, mainly living off the school, in the summer turned into a deserted ghost village, to which she was not accustomed at all. Sirona, to dispel the silence, played music from the gramophone, which gently filled the space, mixing in the air with the scent of butterbeer. She was pleased to see guests and immediately came out from behind the bar to welcome them.

'I was sure I wouldn't see familiar faces today! It seems everyone sadly run away from me...' She smiled at Mora and Sharp.

'You won't get rid of me so easily, you know that, unless you remove pancakes from the menu.' Aesop's voice was completely serious, but Sirona, like Mora, knew he was joking, and she immediately brightened up.

'For you, Professor, I'll send them even by owl.' She winked at Morana, then turned to her with concern. 'How are you feeling? Finally it's the end of this nasty year...'

Morana grumbled.

'It's okay, but I need to rest a bit...'

'If Professor Sharp is bothering you, just wave, and I'll come right away to chase him away.' she interjected sarcastically, but her tone was light and there was nothing in it but sympathy for Aesop. He just smiled under his mustache, not taking his eyes off the menu.

'Ladies, I'm right next to you, and I can perfectly hear you...' he grumbled.

'I didn't say anything,' Sirona laughed and took their order. They sat in a corner by the fireplace.

"How long have you known Sirona?" Morana asked shyly when Sirona brought them breakfast and, on her way out, gently patted her shoulder.

"Hmm," Aesop pondered, tapping his fingers on the table. "About five years. At first, she helped me with meals when I wasn't too... hmm... mobile. I didn't want to burden my mummy with cooking for me; she's getting up in years, and I'm not a child... She, of course, claims otherwise and would probably bring me breakfast from Cragcroftshire... but I never agreed to that. So the choice was simple- Sirona. We're practically neighbors... My house is on the other side of the lake in Aranshire."

"Hmm, it must be strange to have a view of your workplace from home."

"Well, Hogwarts is not just my job; I spent my entire childhood there, and the castle feels like home to me. Believe it or not, Matilda Weasley lived in the cottage next door. We played in the yard every day... We ate mud pies and fought over who would catch the chocolate frog first."

Morana looked at him in disbelief.

"Huh, the world is small," she muttered to herself, taking a sip of butterbeer. They ate in pleasant silence, immersed in their thoughts, satisfied with each other's company. Morana shuddered, remembering something. Something no one else knew yet, and something she wanted to share with Aesop first.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about ancient magic..." she began very softly. "Maybe you're right that the Hogwarts library hides more than one secret, but..." she paused, unsure of how to choose her words.

"Hmm," Sharp murmured, his voice sly. "I saw during our last class how you were hiding a book under the desk and reading it, thinking I wouldn't see... I took your points for that, and maybe that's why Slytherin didn't win the House Cup, oh well hahaha..." he laughed wickedly, wiping his mouth with a napkin and looking at her, his eyes gleaming with a kind light. "Durmstrang, a school that makes one great. The title is greatly exaggerated but catchy. That's when I figured it out. I would be ignorant to claim that only Hogwarts is the best magic school. It was for me, but for you and your abilities, perhaps Durmstrang is the best option."

"I gave myself another year to think about everything and catch up on my studies. I don't want to make a wrong decision..."

"Oh, decisions like choosing a school are not binding for life. Cheer up..." He leaned in his chair and lightly lifted her chin, which was directed downward, toward the valley of despair. "You can always come back; it's just a school, Mora, nothing more. The school is supposed to give you knowledge, not make you sit here now, overwhelmed, thinking about things that you don't even know will happen."

"You're right..." she said softly, to which Sharp just shrugged, returning to his meal.

"Duh! Not without reason they say I'm part of Hogwarts' best and brightest," emphasizing the last part, he chuckled.

They talked for about two hours. At one point, Sharp, with concern, inquired if her dreams still bothered her and apologized for not giving her much attention lately due to the amount of work he had. Morana assured him that the dreams were not very troublesome for now. She also understood that he had his responsibilities, hundreds of equally important students, and she was just one of them.

Their farewell didn't last long. They shook hands, thanked each other for the year, and wished each other a pleasant vacation. Sharp promised Morana that his investigation would remain open, and then they parted ways outside the Hogsmeade gate. Morana, after a few seconds, looked back.

Aesop Sharp walked with a slow pace, limping, toward Hogwarts. It was strange that she couldn't accompany him, couldn't go back with him to the castle as usual, and be sure that she would meet him somewhere in the corridor tomorrow morning or during breakfast, to hear his usual "Mornin' Mora" or the grumpy "I haven't had my coffee yet, Mora, so do not expect a good morning from me," often accompanied by an eye roll. She had gotten used to it; it had become an integral part of her day. She sighed, then summoned her broom and flew over the Forbidden Forest.

Aesop watched her from afar. She flew like a madwoman.

"Devil," he muttered to himself, not hiding his admiration for this young woman and feeling a pang of regret as she vanished among trees. Where did it come from? It was hard for him to determine because he had never favored students, and certainly, he had never felt sadness when they went on vacation.

Today, he still had a small meeting summarizing the two semesters. Without Eleazar... He didn't expect that at work, which seemed to him a cozy haven away from worries. Well, this year everything turned upside down.

In the corridor, he met Matilda, greeted her with a slight nod, and friendly touched her arm. She smiled at him, and as they walked together toward her class, she immediately started talking about end-of-year matters, reminding him of some errors in protocols that he hadn't corrected yet. He tried hard to focus on her chatter, but quickly lost that battle, and his thoughts drifted toward the young female Thestral (Morana named her Hranolka) in the Room of Requirement, whom he still had to give evening medication, and he calculated the dosage.

The beginning of the meeting was as boring as usual, and Aesop's eyes involuntarily closed. He stood where he usually did, in the shadows, leaning against the frame, as close to the exit as possible. The headmaster had complaints about everyone for not finding anyone willing to take Professor Fig's place, and he was disappointed that no one among those gathered wanted (without payment) to teach a few extra hours. "A festival of shame," the term Aesop usually used for all that kind of the meetings, was coming to an end after the headmaster left, but suddenly someone mentioned something about Morana.

Sharp's senses immediately sharpened, and he became alert.

"Well, I think our little rose has blossomed! Passed her exams beautifully..." Mrs. Garlick chirped.

Did you have any doubts? Aesop grumbled soundlessly, barely holding back from saying those words aloud.

"...Well, except for potions... I heard that Professor Sharp was very harsh with her and often took points for any reason..." she continued, and Aesop already knew where this conversation was heading.

"Well, I took points from her not for 'any reason,' but when she deserved it," he growled, leaving his position and approaching other teachers. "The fact that I am harsh with students is rather common knowledge, even beyond Hogwarts... You had enough time to decide to take over Fig's duties, but you were well aware of the thorns that this rose possesses..." he gritted his teeth. "...So a cripple with an awful face and a nasty character took care of it."

"Well, we didn't know it would be a burden for you," Mirabel interjected, blushing. "You can always resign."

Sharp chuckled.

"Strange that I wasn't given that option at the very beginning, but even then, I wouldn't have taken it because I hate passing responsibility for someone like a hot potato." his harsh voice ans an ice-cold glance scared Mirabel a little. "My answer is no. As long as Morana Dimm needs my help, I will advise her."

"Well..." Matilda spoke, trying to cool down Aesop's emotions, glaring at him. "That's enough for today. I wish everyone a pleasant vacation! Bye-bye!"

The meeting members stood up and dispersed. Some continued to discuss travel plans in the corridor or said their goodbyes. Aesop was left alone with Matilda.

"Was I wrong?" he grumbled.

Matilda sighed, rolling her eyes, and slumped into her chair.

"Why is it always that you don't say anything at any meeting for five years, and when you do, you almost make someone cry?"

"Ah, so you also think I was right," he grinned cunningly.

"I sometimes just know when not to say something..."

"Hmm, that's why you were in Gryffindor, and I was in Slytherin," he shrugged.

"Ugh, don't start," she groaned, starting to deal with the paperwork.

"Hmm, Matilda? Did you know that Mr. Takkar is interested in goblins?" he asked shyly, suddenly recalling Morana's words.

"Yes, hard not to notice; he talks about them all the time..."

"Oh..." he blurted out, and his cheeks flushed.

"Maybe I don't say things out loud as boldly as you, but I definitely listen better," she looked at him over her glasses.

Sharp grumbled something under his breath and, leaning down, lightly kissed her cheek in farewell.

"Say hi to mum and thank her for the jam!" she shouted after him as he left. "And correct those protocols; you know you won't escape from me!"

Aesop sat behind his desk in his room. For a moment, he stared at the empty piece of parchment, formulating a sentence in his mind. Finally, dipping the quill into the ink, he began to scribble.

Dear Mr. Thakkar,

I've heard that you are looking for someone to help you polish your Gobbledegook speaking skills. I can recommend my good acquaintance, Arn, a goblin. He would be an excellent teacher.

Would you be interested?

Please respond promptly.

Prof. Aesop Sharp

"Mora will be proud" he said to himself.

End of part 8, thanks for reading!

#professor sharp #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy meme #aesop sharp x mc #professor aesop sharp #hogwarts legacy #aesop sharp smut #hogwarts legacy fanfic #aesop sharp

[potionboy3]

character profile

► basics:

Full name: Harker Rafael Hartford

Meaning of name: 

The name Harker is a boy's name meaning deer marshland. Harker sounds like an occupational name, but this surname actually derives from several English places, meaning either male deer, hare or gray + marshland. It can also be a nickname for an eavesdropper or busybody *authors note: harker is the literal bambi*

Rafael is a given name derived from the Hebrew rāp̄ā'ēl (רָפָאֵל) meaning "God has healed". Raphael is one of the archangels according to Abrahamic tradition.

Nickname: Hark

Pronouns: He/him

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Nationality: British

Birth date: July 20th 1989

Zodiac sign: cancer Integrity is everything to Cancers born on July 20. Although critical by nature, they never seem self-righteous. They have a gentle yet determined nature, possess a loving heart, and can see the positive side of any situation.

Age: 16 during the start of his story

► Physical appearance:

Faceclaim: William Franklyn Miller

Older Faceclaim: Maxence Danet-Fauvel

Height: 193cm

Eye colour: blue

Hair colour: brown

► Personality:

Positive traits: kind, creative, polite, reliable, shy, observant

Negative traits: clumsy, fearful, critical, sensitive *authors note: it's really hard to find negative traits for harker?? he's best boy!*

Personality type: ISFJ

Character’s greatest joy in life: his friends and family

Fears: Jesper Greenaway not accepting his feelings, something bad happening to his fathers, The Dark Realm

Why?

He's in love with his best friend but thinks it's one sided

Both of his fathers are aurors and he fears for their safety

The Dark Realm was extremely scary for Harker and he doesn't wish to know more about the place or to ever go there again

Priorities: his friends and family, his career

Character’s soft spot: Jesper above all else

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Yes.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His shy nature

Biggest regret: Ever going to The Dark Realm

Secrets of the character: He's in love with Jesper

Does anyone else know? The Five Club members can guess (all but Jude who's clueless), eventually he tells Jesper. His parents are guessing it too.

Drives and motivations: Harker is very invested in poetry

► Past

Hometown: London

Type of childhood: Harker was born to Clea Malfoy, but not wanting to raise him herself she left him in care of his father Valentin Hartford. Valentin was an auror at the time working closely with Juno Creed who he later ended up dating. Harker was raised by both of them in London and the two took part in the Second Wizarding War. After the war Valentin became Head Auror and they moved to live in Puddlemere. Religion: Not religious

Dream job: Poet

►Present Currently living with: During his teenage years he lives in Puddlemere with his fathers, in adulthood he moves back to London to work on his writing career.

Pets: Pygmy Puff called Percival (after Percival Pratt)

► Magical info

Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: Hogwarts Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Wand: Hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core, 15 ¾ and slightly yielding flexibility

Hawthorn makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death. Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and it has been generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil“ Patronus: Husky

Huskies are fast, energetic, and athletic - they are also adorably cute. If your Patronus is a husky, you’re likely thought of as lovable and cuddly by those who know you. Inside, though, you are a ball of energy, eager to prove yourself.  Patronus Memory: Spending time with Jesper Boggart: His aunt walking to him telling him that his fathers have died Specialized/Favourite Spells: Healing spells Favourite subject in school: Astronomy, Herbology, Divination, Care of Magical creatures, Charms, Defense Against The Dark Arts Extracellulars: He plays quidditch for the Hufflepuff team as a chaser (sometimes also as a keeper), He's the Hufflepuff prefect of his year with Betty Bott

► Family Father: Valentin Hartford Faceclaim: Lauri Tilkanen

Relationship to them: Harker has always been close with his father. He feels comfortable with asking him for advice and though he is often busy with work, he still makes time for his son. Out of the fathers he is more strict. He hates that Harker smokes and is begging him to quit. Adoptive Father: Juno Creed Faceclaim: Hayden Christensen

Relationship to them: During his teenage years, he's been spending more time with Juno than Valentin and the two are very close. Harker often chooses to ask things from Juno first and only then Valentin. In many ways he takes more after Juno than Valentin.

Mother: Clea Malfoy Faceclaim: Deborah Ann Woll

►Love interests

Jesper Greenaway @gaygryffindorgal Face claim: Sebastian Croft

Relationship with him: Jesper was always the most closest to Harker out of his friends. He had a crush on him since the day they met and it turned into more serious love during the years of friendship. They often shared moments that felt a bit more romantic than friendly but Jesper was scared of his own feelings.

Betty BottFaceclaim: Bailey Bass

Relationship with them: When Jesper started dating Judy Bones during their sixth school year Harker pretended to have a crush on a fellow Hufflepuff girl and his prefect partner Betty. The lie grew when she found out about the "crush" and the two ended up dating. This lasted through the sixth year but eventually Harker broke things off breaking her heart. She became involved with with their adventures to The Other World to Harker's great horror.

► Enemies

Sasha Kavinsky, The Dark Entity

► Favourites

Colour: Yellow

Food: Coffee, Pizza

Literature: Poetry, romance

Most loved possession: His poem book ►Habits Spending habits: Thoughtful with money most of the time but not always Smokes: Yes, a lot Drinks: Yes Other drugs: Rarely What does he do too much of? Smoking, drinking coffee and thinking about Jesper

What does he do too little of? Studying

Extremely skilled at: Poetry

Extremely unskilled at: Flirting Hobbies: Writing poems and reading romance novels, jogging

►Traits

How he feels about himself: He's very insecure about himself

How do other people perceive him: People usually like him a lot and find him sweet.

Style:

► Relationships with others

Does the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others? He hides his romantic feelings but talks about his fears and opinions to his friends and family without a struggle.

Person character most hates: He doesn't really hate anyone. He struggles with finding that much rage in him.

Best friend(s): The Five Club

The boys of the Five Club met on the first day of school and became inseparable as time went on. They’re called the Five Club because everyone at Hogwarts knows how close-knit their friend group is. Jesper Greenaway

Darby Rosen @gaygryffindorgal Faceclaim: Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Relationship to them: Darby and Harker get along fine and are often considered the best ones of the friend group. They usually agree on things and like spending time around each other. They bond over quidditch.

Brooke Killingbeck Faceclaim: Mark Eydelstein

Relationship to them: Brooke and Harker get along well though they don’t spend that much time just the two of them. They’re both creative and have feelings they’d like to hide from everyone else. Harker’s close relationship to Jesper sometimes comes between the two as Brooke feels like Harker would always choose Jesper’s side, even when he’s wrong. The two get to spend more time just the two of them during their seventh year when Harker is keeping his distance from Jesper.

Jude Castellan Faceclaim: Andre Dae Kim

Relationship to them: Harker likes Jude's humor and he often gets Harker out of his shell. Jude likes to tease Harker about his "crush" on Betty but really he's supportive and wants the best for friend. Sometimes Jude puts Harker in an awkward position while he's being his usual trickster self because Harker is a prefect and finds it hard to punish his best friend.

Other friends: Judy Bones, Olga Kavinsky (@gaygryffindorgal) and Ivan Cuarón, Betty Bott eventually

Person character goes to for advice: His parents or friends Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Betty after she's dragged into his mess.

Person character feels shy or awkward around: Hale Killingbeck

Person character openly admires: Hale Killingbeck

#harker hartford #the five club #hp original story #hp oc #valentin hartford #juno creed #and so on #character profile mine #best boy bambi boy

[canary0]

August 24th - Dracula 2023

Mina Harker’s Diary

Arthur’s father has recovered somewhat, and he managed to make it here this morning for the meeting with everyone. Thank goodness Whitby is only a few hours by rail. If things take a turn, he can go, but Lucy seems in considerably higher spirits since his arrival. Drs. Van Helsing and Stankiewicz both agreed that she would benefit from a blood transfusion between them – her blood pressure very low in addition to the anemia, apparently, and this was Dr. Stankiewicz’s first choice of treatment for Jonathan, as well, when he arrived at her hospital (with a blood bag in his case rather than a direct transfusion). All three of her suitors, current and former, volunteered, and Arthur was chosen.

Once that was all said and done, we set the to meeting. I set up a microphone and a camera connected to my laptop so that we wouldn’t miss anything said. I have a hardcopy of the transcription, and I’ve included the video linked below:

[The video starts. Sitting around the table are seven people sitting around a fine antique wood table in a beautiful dining room. A voice sounds from behind the mic.]

Female Voice: Could everyone introduce themselves for posterity?

[A woman with long, wavy black hair, and a kind expression in her large, dark eyes comes around from behind the camera, sitting down next to a smaller man with a light brown undercut and delicate features, who smiles at her. She looks to the camera, lifting a hand.]

Woman: “I’m Mina Harker.”

[The man next to her lifts his hand. As the camera auto-zooms slightly toward him, the dark circles of exhaustion under his green-hazel eyes become more obvious.]

Man: “I’m Jonathan Harker.”

[A woman with blonde hair that waves down to her waist, half tied back waves to the camera with a bright smile, though she also has dark circles that belie her enthusiastic movements.]

Woman: “Hello! I’m Lucy Westenra.”

[The man on her other side has curly, dark brown hair and dark eyes, and his hand rests on hers on the table. He has a slight 5 o’ clock shadow. He gives a small smile to the camera.]

Man: “I’m Arthur Holmwood.”

[The man directly across from him has black, tightly curly hair and a neat, close-trimmed beard. He looks a bit well rested that several on the other side of the table, managing to seem relaxed even in the stiff-backed formal dining room chairs. A clean, light tan cowboy hat rests on the table next to him.]

Man: “Quincey Morris.”

[Continuing back down the table, the man directly across the table from Lucy has very straight, very black hair, and a pair of small glasses rest on the low bridge of his nose. He holds his tall, thin frame somewhat stiff in his chair. He simply nods to the camera.]

Man: “Dr. Jack Seward.”

[The next one down, across from Jonathan, is a tall man with red hair graying at the temples. He gives the camera a jovial smile, pale blue eyes practically sparkling behind brass glasses rims.]

Man: “Hello! I am Professor Abraham van Helsing!”

[The final person at the table is almost as tall-seeming as the man next to her despite leaning forward with her elbows on the table, forearms cross. Her hair is short and dark brown, not even brushing the collar of the buffalo plaid overshirt she wears.]

Woman: “Dr. Dominika Stankiewicz. Shall we get to the subject at hand, then?”

[Stankiewicz gestures to Mina, seeming to be the person who called the meeting, considering how she seems to be leading it. Mina smiles and nods to the doctor, and speaks up.]

Mina: “Thank you all for coming, especially Professor van Helsing and Dr. Stankiewicz. You both had to travel quite a ways to be here, and I truly appreciate it.”

Van Helsing: “Madame Mina, I am absolutely thrilled to be here. I am quite glad my protege thought to contact me regarding the trouble your husband and Miss Lucy are dealing with, and by way of them, everyone here. I hope I can help.”

Stankiewicz: “Well, it is my job to get to the bottom of my patient’s health issues. Even if it seems the bottom isn’t a standard sort of malady. Besides, the hospital practically threw me out to take a vacation.”

[Stankiewicz shrugs. Van Helsing chuckles beside her.]

Van Helsing: “Does this really count?”

Stankiewicz: “I’m not in the hospital. Close enough.”

[A few chuckles sound around the table before Mina continues.]

Mina: “So… It is as you said, Dr. Stankiewicz – what Jonathan and Lucy are going through isn’t a standard malady. As you pointed out when Jonathan was in the hospital, there’s obvious signs of blood loss, but no indication of the kind of wounds that would normally lead to blood loss of that level. Lucy’s been dealing with the same thing. You just did a transfusion on her.”

[Stankiewicz nods, expression very serious. Van Helsing also looks surprisingly grave. The suitors have expressions ranging from shock to deep worry, and Arthur squeezes Lucy’s hand, trying to reassure her. Lucy herself looks a little uncomfortable with all the staring directed at her. Jonathan and Mina simply look serious.]

Stankiewicz: “Indeed. It’s quite a mystery, unless you’ve both been excessively generous to the Red Cross without telling us.”

[She gives a brief, grim smile before continuing.]

Stankiewicz: “I did what tests I could without a proper lab – finger stick hemoglobin, that sort of thing – and it looks like, as with Jonathan, blood was drained whole. They’re missing red blood cells, white cells, plasma, the lot. They…”

[She hesitates, looking to the two of them to confirm whether she should continue. They each nod, Lucy more hesitantly.]

Stankiewicz: “They both have small injuries on their throats, but no other signs of needles, lesion, anything like that. If I had to hypothesize on the subject, I would say that’s the site of exsanguination, and an extremely dangerous one at that. The fact that there hasn’t been any blood on their surroundings when it happened is shocking. An injury to a vein on the throat that’s more than surface level… Well, I shouldn’t have to tell you how that should normally end.”

[Quincey in particular looks disturbed at the implication.]

Quincey: “I’ve seen enough to have a good mental image of what you mean, ma’am. I must admit, I’m certainly glad nothing like that’s happened. But I do wonder why?”

Van Helsing: “It seems our culprit is rather fastidious. I wonder if it is something to be glad of.”

[Most of the rest look horrified that he would say something. Arthur in particular looks aghast and takes Lucy’s hand in his other one. Jonathan and Lucy the only one not looking immediately horrified.]

Arthur: “Professor!”

[Jonathan shakes his head.]

Jonathan: “No… I understand. I remember thinking that I would rather die the way I was than let whatever was happening continue. Unfortunately, it seems I didn’t get that luxury.”

Mina: “Jonathan… Don’t talk like that. We’ll solve this.”

Jonathan: “Sorry… I know.”

[Jonathan nods, sighing, and Lucy has her lips pressed together, looking at the table. Van Helsing rises from the table.]

Van Helsing: “Mr. Harker, Miss Lucy, do you mind if I do a quick examination on the two of you? Nothing we need to leave the room for, I assure you. Just a quick check.”

[The two of them look past Arthur at each other, seeming to ask something without words. Then Jonathan shrugs and nods toward van Helsing.]

Jonathan: “I’m fine with it. Whatever it takes to deal with all this.”

[Lucy nods in agreement. With that, van Helsing comes around the table, disappearing briefly behind the camera. Stankiewicz follows after a moment to keep an eye on his examination. Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, he briefly checks their necks and mouths, as well as taking a look at them over all. He lifts Jonathan’s hand while he’s examining him.]

van Helsing: “Mr. Harker, what happened to your fingers? Did you burn yourself cooking?”

[Jonathan looks uncomfortable, then sighs. Mina puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes gently.]

Mina: “It’s okay.”

[Jonathan closes his eyes and nods.]

Jonathan: “… The crucifix fell from our window at one point. I… tried to replace it myself. Mina ended up having to do it for me.”

[Van Helsing closes his eyes, then takes Jonathan’s hands, squeezing them gently.]

Van Helsing: “My dear young man, I am so deeply sorry than you must suffer such. We must do everything in our power to ensure that you and Miss Lucy’s tormentor can no longer go anywhere near you.”

[Lucy looks distressed.]

Lucy: “If we try to leave, I’m sure whatever it is would go after someone else. Did you see what happened to the Demeter?”

[Van Helsing shakes his head, smiling at Lucy.]

Van Helsing: “Fear not, Miss Lucy. I mean that we will seek to ensure his menace ends without hurting anyone else. You are a kind heart, my dear, for not wanting others to suffer.”

[Lucy looks relieved and leans into Arthur’s shoulder. Dr. Stankiewicz has crossed her arms as she stands nearby.]

Stankiewicz: “So you have some idea about the nature of the culprit, then.”

[Her tone isn’t at all that of a question. Her eyes are staring hard at van Helsing, who nods, looking knowing.]

van Helsing: “Indeed… Though it is only an idea, an inkling. Perhaps you, too, have an idea, Doctor?”

[Dr. Stankiewicz scowls.]

Stankiewicz: “Unfortunately, I do.”

[van Helsing nods firmly and smiles.]

van Helsing: “We shall have to look up information and make some confirmations, then. Young Seward, you shall also help us. We shall need the rigor of your serious mind to help confirm and make sure that our biases are not getting in the way. Come, we shall set up an office.”

[He looks to the others.]

van Helsing: “In the mean time, do continue what you have been doing! The crucifixes, those are very good. Holy things, pure things… those will help, if the situation is what I believe. Do not lack for hope.”

[He gestures to the other two and takes off quickly. They follow. Mina looks at everyone.]

Mina: “Well… I guess we’ve done what we can do for now. Arthur, would you be willing to share Lucy’s room tonight?”

[Arthur and Lucy both turn very red and attempt to say something at the same time, but embarrassment leads them to stumble over their words. The others laugh gently at the display of being flustered by one another.]

Mina: “If you two are uncomfortable with it, I don’t mind continuing to share with Lucy.”

Lucy: “Oh, Mina… Will that be all right?”

[Jonathan and Mina both exchange a smile.]

Mina: “Of course it is. Quincey, would you be willing to share a room with Jonathan tonight and make sure nothing happens?”

[Quincey smiles and nods to Jonathan.]

Quincey: “Naturally. It’d be my honor. I look forward to it. Jonathan seems like a fine fellow.”

[He tips his head to Jonathan, and there’s the sense that if he was wearing his hat, he would have tipped it. Jonathan smiles in return.]

Jonathan: “You, as well, Quincey.”

Mina: “Well, it seems like that’s settled. Let’s call the meeting adjourned for now.”

[Everyone nods and she rises, moving behind the camera again. The video feed cuts out after a moment.]

<A/N: that was a lot @_@ But I finally got in done. Sorry about the wait for chapters! I plan to do two more tomorrow in my effort to get caught up. Look forward to it!>

#dracula daily #dracula 2023 #fanfic #modern retelling #jonathan harker #lucy westenra #mina harker #abraham van helsing #jack seward #quincey morris #arthur holmwood

[endlessly-cursed]

Primrose Gray’s Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Five: Kissed

A/N: With the house to myself and all the afternoon as well, and with finals nearing every day, I have decided to finish this chapter!! This chapter was one of the cutest things I ever wrote and many things were taken from this small one-shot I wrote a while ago. 

Summary: Primrose wishes to explore more of her girlhood, but this time, she asks a close friend for it. 

OCs featured: Henry of Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal​ ) Beatrice Gwynn (me) William Devlin ( @unfortunate-arrow​ ) 

OCs mentioned: Emmeline Falcon (me) Abraham Alden ( @cursed-herbalist​ ) Estelle Stolberg-Burke (Gryff) Phineas Falcon & Annabel Cifuentes (me as well) Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co​ ) 

Warnings: None, pure fluff and childish awkwardness! 

Word Count: 1.9k 

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal​ @nicos-oc-hell​ @slytherindisaster​ @camillejeaneshphm​ @hphmmatthewluther​ @catohphm​ @thatravenpuffwitch​ @magicallymalted​ 

15th of January, 1892

Primrose had adjusted to Hogwarts quickly, and had missed it over winter break, and had very much looked forward coming back. Over the break, many couples from her father’s peers had come over, and had overheard the older ladies giggle about kissable guys. Primrose had been thinking about it, and many had agreed most of them had kissed their much older and stinky husband on their wedding day, in front of everybody. It was everywhere. And the thought of it nauseated her. Poor William of course, wasn’t a bad option, but she longed to have it like in the novels she had begun reading behind her mother’s back: she wanted it to be with someone she trusted and was fond of enough.

She had debated all the way back who could it be: she didn’t know Malcolm enough to ask such a thing, and saw her male friends as brothers. The moment Henry approached her, looking like he was running away from something, it struck her.

“Primrose,” he breathed “please take me out of here before the gossip girls find me!”

“I’ll need something in return,”

“Deal,” Then, she grabbed his hand and they both started running away, upstairs, and entered a small and deserted hall with few to no paintings, most of them dormant. Good. They both gasped and looked at one another.

“Thank God,” Henry breathed “if one of them asked me one more time about me being a prince, I would’ve snapped.”

“I know the feeling. They look at me like I’m some prize to be won. It’s disgusting.”

They both sat in comfortable silence, catching their breath and looked at one another. Could she really be that cold and ask him for such a thing?

“So, you’ve rescued me.”

“U—uh, I don’t want anything for now, but...”

Henry squeezed her hand “If you need something, you just need to ask.”

Primrose smiled. There was absolutely no pressure in having her first kiss just yet. She was just eleven, for heaven’s sake!

Primrose knocked on William’s door and he was surprised to see him. She managed a smile for him and fidgeted with her small fingers.

“Can I help you?”

“I want to… discuss something.”

He nodded curtly “Please, sit.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and thought for one moment how tell him that “I confess I do not know where to begin.”

“The beginning, I suppose.”

“Alright,” she breathed “I can do that. Ahem. I do not know if you’ve thought of that, but I have.”

“Of what?”

Primrose blushed “Well, uh… being attracted to someone… Kissing someone even.” When she saw his alarmed face, she quickly put his racing thoughts to rest “Do not fret, I do not feel that way towards you. Or anybody, but… I mean no offence, but I do not like the idea of you being my first kiss on my wedding day.”

“None taken,” he waved.

“How would you feel if… before walking down the aisle I… with discretion, of course, was I to… see for myself what’s out there? So can you, by the way.”

William stood in silence for a moment before biting his lip “If that is what you want… I have no trouble. You’re free in my eyes. You don’t need to ask for my permission.”

“I’m not asking for permission,” she declared “I am consulting you. Because what we do as individuals affects us and our parents.”

He looked down “You have a point. Forgive me, my lady.”

“…How many times do I have to tell you that I am Prim to you?” She smiled.

12th of February, 1893

If Primrose said she hadn’t noticed all kinds of couples kissing rather passionately in the halls and corners of the castle, she’d be lying. The sight rather made her blush, but those images were rather intriguing: the man’s hands on the woman’s hips, their lips together, something intimate and sacred about the touch and the yearning. Primrose knew that it’d be a long time before she even went through that, but having a knowledge of what to do was certainly wise. Beatrice had told her of her experience kissing the stable hand’s son: your whole body vibrates, your heart has never beat any faster and you look at their lips, the need growing stronger.

“But, of course,” she laughed “yer too young for that. A small peck couldn’t hurt.”

Primrose frowned “A peck?”

“Aye. When the lips touch for a second at least.”

Primrose nodded. Right, a peck. That seemed rather easy. A small brush.

“May I ask why yer asking, m’lady? Anyone picked your fancy? Or you’re tryin’ to like your fiancé better?”

“No, I just… I want to have a saying on my first times. Just in a few things. If I can’t pick my groom, I deserve to pick something else.”

Beatrice nodded “I understand. Every woman should, though. But alas, tis still verra much a man’s world.”

“Poor girls have it so easy. I wish I had your freedom, Bea.”

Beatrice chuckled bitterly “Once the cold, hunger and hard work settles in yer bones, you’ll change your mind, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Primrose. I want to enjoy being away from scrutiny as much as I can.”

“Alright, Prim,” Beatrice winked “anyone in mind for yer first experience as a girl?”

She bit her lip and nodded towards Henry, who marvelled at the moving painting of Helga Hufflepuff. Beatrice giggled “A choicest election indeed. Many dream of kissin’ a prince. You get to do so.”

Primrose sighed “If he accepts.”

“Only a fool would refuse Primrose Gray’s kiss.”

Primrose took a nervous breath “I hope you’re right, and that you’re not appealing to my vanity in vain.”

The next morning

Primrose had wondered all night how she’d do this. Having devoured most of the romance books of the library and the ones she brought from Winbourne, she knew well that one thing was the experience of the writers who were much older than her (or dead) and then there was practise.

Henry himself appeared before she could be swallowed into a trance of her thoughts “I was wondering if you’d like to prank Headmaster Black.”

Primrose frowned “Whyever would we do such a thing?”

“Because he’s been awful to us for not belonging to high society and he’s been talking about your mother. Something about ‘impotence and inability’ to have a child.”

“That oaf said what?!” She cried.

Henry placed a careful hand to her mouth and looked around. Then, he pulled her out of sight and whispered “I am as angry as you are. You know I’m fond of your lady mother. That is why we’re going to vindicate her.”

Primrose looked at Henry in his eyes “Tell me what you’ve got.”

A few minutes later, Primrose had tempered with Headmaster Black’s tea, putting all kinds of spices and Henry tempered with his breakfast pastries. Their friend Lord Alden had helped, for he had tempered with his breakfast many times and he and Miss Falcon would take the blame, as usual.

Primrose and Henry sat down, observing once in a while Black’s reaction. When Black started coughing and wheezing at his way-too-spicy tea, he sought to calm it down with pastries. He was relieved… until he stiffened and his eyes got wide.

“Falcon! Alden! Detention!”

Abraham and Emmeline laughed, both starting to run as fast as lighting while Henry and Primrose looked innocent. Henry winked from his seat of Hufflepuff and Primrose stiffened a laugh. Her friend Siobhan’s eyebrows shoot up “Was that all you, Prim?”

“I had help.” The lady smiled.

However, Professor Cifuentes looked at them suspiciously and Primrose signalled Henry to flee. He was quick to do so.

Primrose and Henry walked on the Hogwarts grounds, giggling and reminiscing over the prank they pulled. Primrose still had the same thoughts, and Henry, having shared their lives, noticed this well enough to ask “Are you alright, Prim? You seem to have your head elsewhere…”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I just…” She guessed this was it. Better to take out the elephant in the room “Well, may I ask you something personal?” Henry nodded “Have you… ever thought of your first kiss?”

The boy suddenly stopped walking and looked at the lady with wide eyes, starting to stutter out a response before he finally found the words “Not… not much? I suppose I have other things in mind.”

Primrose sighed “Mama did tell me that boys and girls regard that event differently, but again, you are no mere boy.”

Henry looked at his friend quizzically “Do you have someone in mind? Your fiancé, perhaps?”

It was Primrose’s turn to stop on her tracks and look bewildered at Henry “Good Heavens, no! He might be nice-looking, but it’s not him.”

He cocked his head to one side “Who, then?”

Primrose went red and whispered “I was actually thinking of you…”

“Me?!” He cried, startling some students chatting in the courtyard. He was quick to turn red as well and quickly took her arm and went to one corner of the courtyard “May, uh, may I ask why me, of all eligible people?”

Taking a deep breath, she looked at him in the eyes “Because you’re the only man I fully trust with such matter. The others are too old, gross of boyish with it. And… I feel safe with the idea.”

Henry softened “That is sweet on your part. Uh, must it be…?”

“Whenever you feel ready.”

He nodded “Good.”

For the next twenty minutes, they walked in awkward and tense silence, aimlessly touring the unseen corners of the castle, going up and up until they found a corridor that was deserted of anything. They sat, both slightly shaking with nerves and excitement.

Henry was the one to break the ice “And, ah, do you know what we do now?”

Primrose flushed bashfully “I have read about it and… observed the couples.” She swallowed a big lump and looked at him “First, we need to come closer…”

They both instantly got close, their hands touching, their eyes on the other’s lips “And then…?”

“We both swivel our heads like this… you go left, Henry.” He chuckled nervously at their heads bumping slightly and Primrose had to swallow a giggle not to break the ambiance. When their noses touched, remembering what she had seen and read, Primrose softly cupped his cheek in her hand and whispered so low that he shouldn’t be able to hear it “Close your eyes.”

He did and she gently pressed her lips to his. Her heart threatened to spill out and she could taste his breakfast and cologne. As soon as it began, it was over and they both smiled “That… was actually nice.”

Primrose pressed a napkin to her slightly wet lips “It truly was. Here.”

After a few minutes taking in this new experience, they realised they’d be late to Care of Magical Creatures and both sprinted there, exchanging looks between them.

“Forgive us, Professor Falcon.”

The man looked between the lady and the prince and raised his eyebrows, chuckling “It’s alright, you’re right on time.”

Suspecting that he suspected something, they both focused on the class, and Estelle asked her why her lips were swollen. Primrose blushed completely and carried on her activities. Smiling to herself, she picked a wild flower off the field and gave it to Henry with a ‘Thank you for today’ note. She’d treasure this moment for a long while, indeed.

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose sabrina gray #henry of alderly #william devlin #primrose x henry #mywriting*

[pathetic-pierrot]

Who I think would be in a what if Angels of Death crossover

Little Girl, Memory as Rachel Gardner

Batter, Ganji Gupta as Isaac "Zack" Foster

Photographer, Joseph Desaulniers as Daniel "Danny" Dickens

Bloody Queen, Mary as Catherine "Cathy" Ward

Axe Boy, Robbie White as Edward "Eddie" Mason

And the upcoming hunter, Hermit, Alva Lorenz as Father Abraham Gray

#identity v #identity five #angels of death #angels of slaughter #rachel gardner #little girl idv #isaac foster #zack #batter idv #ganji gupta #daniel dickens #danny #photographer idv #joseph desaulnier #catherine ward #cathy #bloody queen idv #mary #edward mason #eddie #idv axe boy #robbie white #abraham gray #hermit idv #alva lorenz

[the-slumbering-divine-goddess]

Modern AU Details

(Based/inspired by a rp @ciphershadow and I are doing. They are really awesome to rp with btw.)

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Fell Corporation

A company that mass-produced war weapons. The workers there were overworked and mistreated by their CEO Sombron, who ruled with an iron fist. Not only did he abuse the workers, but he also took it out on his wife and many children.

Luckily, one of the children managed to escape and reported him to the police. Fell Corporation was under investigation as Sombron was arrested for his crimes. Not only that, he did extremely illegal practices (drug distribution, trafficking, tax-evasion, all kinds of stuff). The wife made it possible for him to lose complete custody of his children. Sombron swore he would track down each child to cut loose ties. The children, for safety reasons, were all either given to the mother or sent faraway to foster homes or orphanages and carefully protected.

Lythos Industries

The opposite of Fell Corporation, they were the more peaceful company. Lumera, the CEO, treated every worker with kindness.

She lost her husband in a car accident, and her family was long gone due to a tragic country event. Her only company was her butler Vander and his two young pupils Framme and Clanne. She wished to have children and decided to adopt one of Sombron's children in hopes of helping them recover and live a happier life. She adopted Alice.

She made sure Alice was treated well and gave her the best of the best. She was supportive and has become the best mother.

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(Various books Alice would be seen reading in this AU. Note that many would be references to actual books [some even my favorites].)

Alice's reading list

Of Dragons and Men ((Of Mice and Men))

The Great Lowell ((The Great Gatsby))

The Lion, The Emperor, and The Tomb ((The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe))

The Portrait of Byleth Eisner ((The Picture of Dorian Gray))

The Cult Wife's Tale ((The Handmaid's Tale))

Do Princes Dream of Fair Princesses? ((Do Androids Dream of Electronic Sheep?))

The Feroxi Games ((The Hunger Games))

Lord of the Wyverns ((Lord of the Flies))

Lucina Lowell and the Divine Dragons ((Percy Jackson and the Olympians))

The Vallite Chronicles ((The Kane Chronicles))

The Hoshidans ((The Outsiders))

Claude's Travels ((Gulliver's Travels))

Dragon Farm ((Animal Farm))

Interview with the Songstress ((Interview with the Vampire))

Takumi Hoshi: Vampire Slayer ((Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter))

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Alice

One of Sombron's many children. She had been traumatized and used the comfort of books to cope. Reading books helped her escape to different worlds and experience better lives. However, the books she read were forbidden, according to her father. She had secretly hidden her books and would read them alone when she got chances.

When Lorina (one of her sisters, oc) ran away and reported the police, Alice and the other siblings were rescued as their father was brought to justice. She was sent to an orphanage, and she waited for adoption.

Alice was soon adopted by Lumera, and she became attached to her. She was treated with so much love and kindness. She goes to a therapist and has a personal tutor. She is slowly recovering.

#modern au #fire emblem engage modern au #fire emblem engage #fire emblem rp #fire emblem engage rp #fire emblem engage alear #fe alear #fe rp #references to actual books #some are my favorite books so check them out sometime

[hannahlikeso741]

Some Hogwarts Legacy OCs

Sharing some Hogwarts Legacy OCs for each house while keeping Victorian values, events and society in mind. I suck at fanart, so you get fancasts instead.

Gryffindor OC - Theodore Wallace

Hufflepuff OC - Penelope Brooke

Slytherin OC - Aurelia Gray

Ravenclaw OC- Benjamin Thatch

More about them here:

Theodore Wallace

Light Brown hair, tan skin with hazel eyes

Wand : Laurel, 14 1/2 inches, Dragonheart string, Flexible

Pure Blood

Face cast : Froy Gutierrez

Character Inspiration : Allan Quatermain (King Solomon's Mines) and Jim Hawkins (Treasure Island)

The only son of the Wallace family, Theodore charges ahead bravely without fear and without thinking, discovering the unknown is what thrills him. His mother and father travels a lot to many British colonies to discover any wild beasts for further documentation, which is now passed down to their son's taste of adventure. Even at his lowest, Theodore's aim is to survive no matter the odds. Upon landing in Hogwarts, he finds it hard to keep still in one location and still gets into trouble exploring the castle grounds or the nearby hamlets. He aims to use magic for good, though he is still questioning where he draws the line. He aims to do more exploring once he leaves Hogwarts, perhaps even beginning work on documenting Beasts and their natural habitats.

(The surname Wallace is taken from Alfred Russell Wallace, British explorer and author of The Malay Archipelago)

Penelope Brooke

Warm Blonde wavy hair, freckled skin with dark brown eyes

Wand : Willow, 9 3/4 inches, Unicorn Hair, Stiff

Half Blood

Face cast : (Unknown stock photo model)

Character Inspiration : Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice), Oliver twist

Penelope only sees the good in people, even when things are tough. Born to an alcoholic prostitute in the slums of Whitechapel, Penelope learns to fend for herself at a young age by begging, working or being coaxed into stealing as a means to survive. Upon discovering her magical abilities, she uses it for other people, which led to her wizard father discovering her and taking her under his wing and Penelope never heard from her mother again, as rumours has it she might have been a victim to Jack the Ripper. She continues to try and help other people without judgement as she attends Hogwarts, and hopes to be a healer when she graduates.

Aurelia Gray

Black straight hair, pale skin with light blue eyes

Wand : Yew, 13 1/4 inches, Pheonix Feather, Swishy

Muggle Born

Face cast : Katie McGrath

Character Inspiration : Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice), Catherine Earnshaw (Wuthering Heights), Jane Eyre

Aurelia only knows tragedy. The third daughter of a English Duke and an American heiress, she was sidelined when her younger brother was born, resulting in the death of her mother. Since then, she wanted to be more than just being groomed to be the perfect wife, running around the fields near her house until that one faithful day when she found out she was magical, resulting an accident that caused Queen Victoria to get involved and sort the matter. She views Professor Fig as her father, aiming to continue learning magical theory. She relished in her newfound freedom at Hogwarts while keeping her heritage a secret to prevent another scandal. What she didn't count on was to find a kindred spirit in Sebastian Sallow.

((Her story is written as Drag Me to Despair, link here))

Benjamin Thatch

Dark Brown straight hair, pale skin with dark blue eyes

Wand : Beech, 12 inches, Pheonix Feather, Pliable

Half Blood

Face cast : Tom Sturridge

Character Inspiration : Sherlock Holmes, Abraham Van Helsing (Dracula)

Growing up with a psychologist Muggle father and a magical history researcher mother as parents, Benjamin has been thought to pursue solid evidence and logic above everything else. A bright child that loves learning new things but struggled when it comes to handling social situations. His father slowly coaxed him out of his shell by bringing him to his office to talk to his patients as a form of therapy. It worked, resulting in Benjamin's sharp tongue mixed in with wit. Upon landing in Hogwarts, he aims to build his connections as he aims for a position in the Ministry.

#hphl oc #sebastian x oc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #hphl #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #sebastian x mc

[hetamery]

Fucked AU about Hetalia

So… Idk, this will be my first oficial post. And I just want to talk about the fucked up AU of humans Uk brothers + Sealand that I actually made for a WhatsApp chat roll with my friends… 

A little bit of context: a few months ago, I made a chat about a hetalia in the Victorian era with humans Au, so in the chat I was Iggy and Peter. In short, it was about the aristocracy, there was drama, ball dances and those things; so I made a whole story to the UK brothers + Sealand you know, background, parents, I gave them names (you'll see what I'm talking about when I explain the Au) and the whole thing. 

Once I gave you the context of the reason for this disease that I'm going to tell you, now I will start. 

It all starts with the first cousins lord Aidan Florence Kirkland and lady Rosemary Kirkland, the great-grandparents of those with thick eyebrows. Well, simply and simply, their parents arranged marriage for them (like Ciel and Lizzie from Kurojitsuji). They got married, their only child is Abraham, Abraham married Clementine, the children of them are Diana, the older one and Adam. Diana falls in love with Mr. Murray, they get married and their son is Sean Darren Murray (Irland). Adam married lady Charlotte and their children are Alistair Guillaume Duncan Kirkland (Scotland), Liam Chandler Flynn Kirkland (Northern Ireland), Idwall Étienne Dylan Kirkland (Wales), Arthur Philippe Conor Kirkland (England), Peter Alexandre Lyon Kirkland (Sealand). So, Alistair is the older one, then Liam, who is one year younger than Alistair, but one year older than the twins, Wales and Arthur, they are three years older than Peter. 

Being that the thick eyebrows are sons of Adam, the Duke of Richmond (yes I already know that title existed, but what did you expect, I'm so silly to invent a noble title). 

And well, and the grandparent sends Arthur to organise a lavish ball dance for Peter's 18th birthday (Peter is his favourite grandson since he inherited his father's blue eyes and has much vigour, remember that in a chapter of hetalia they mentioned that Sealand was made of steel). And that’s it, the rest of the role was the ball dance with the other characters of hetalia, ah, yes Adam is gay, his father forced him to marry Lady Charlotte and the UK brothers inherited Charlotte's green eyes. 

I have more headcanons about the Kirkland family, about how I developed them in the Au, also as to create the personality of my Peter I base on the personality that Dorian Gray had at the beginning of the novel, I also have stories from the other characters like Francis, but I think it has been enough to read this thing for you... I have to finish a chemistry project and I writing this sin with two hours of sleep.

After this I won't go back to the internet after a month,

Adieu, little biscuits 🍪 

#hetalia #hetalia england #hetalia scotland #hetalia wales #hetalia northern ireland #hetalia sealand #idk

[soontobecyborg]

Of all the head canons I've come up with for my fics I think I finally outdid myself. I came up with a list of everyone's signature scents.

Guillermo: Spice Blend, Dior. In the past he didn't have the money to indulge in things like this, but now that he does, Guillermo goes straight to the private collection. Warm, fresh, spicy, soft. Spice Blend is masculine and confident, but it also smells like a great hug.

Nandor: Kredo, Nishane. Much like Nandor, the cardamom and oud tell a loud and colorful story. But pay closer attention to the notes underneath: playful pink pepper, soft suede and delicate floral osmanthus. Only then to you really get to really know him.

Nadja: Shalimar, Guerlain. For many, it takes time to appreciate Shalimar. Initially off-putting to those who might not be familiar with her— animalic, tough, leathery— the beauty just beneath the surface is astounding and memorable. It is complex but worth getting to know. Like Nadja.

Laszlo: Chergui, Serge Lutens. Tobacco, honey, amber and hay. Laszlo was never much of an equestrian but the scent reminds him of the times he spent hiding in horse stables near Grasmere when he was supposed to be courting that duchess his father kept pushing on him. Having no idea he'd soon meet Nadja, he ran away to the stables and drowned his sorrows in honey wine and stablehands.

The Guide: Feminite du Bois, Shiseido. Woody, spicy, feminine, complex. A scent for a woman who knows herself. The Guide has several bottles of the original from the 1990s that are being preserved in a special vault. The newest reformulation under Serge Lutens is a travesty and she will tell you all about it. At length.

Abraham van Helsing: Musc Ravageur, Frederic Malle. Warm, spicy and exuding an intoxicating musk, this aptly-named fragrance will lure your forbidden lover to you no matter how sour the smells of the docks at night.

Colin Robinson (adult): Mister Hijinks. It's a cologne/aftershave mix and he found it in the bathroom at work. Described by many as a disgusting putrified smell, like a snake in heat, Colin thinks it's nice.

Quinn: Marescialla, Santa Maria Novella. Woody and earthy, this smells like a bygone era. Countess D’Aumont, the wife of a French marshall, used a powdered version to perfume her gloves. Her interest in alchemy aroused suspicion of witchcraft and she was burnt at the stake. Quinn was a young alchemist at the time and she wears it as a homage... and a fond remembrance.

Tessa: Velvet Orchid, Tom Ford. Rum, orchid, honey, vanilla and myrrh. What's not to love? Just because she has vampire semen keeping her young doesn't mean she wants to fall behind on the latest trends. She didn't become a witch to linger in the past. Tessa keeps one foot in the supernatural world and the other in Sephora.

Derek: 1 Million, Paco Rabanne. Derek bought it without even smelling it because the bottle looks like a gold bar and that's fancy. Once he got back to his place and tried it out... he liked it! There's a lot of cinnamon, some citrus and woods... he's not sure why but he feels confident wearing it and that's what matters.

Thomas: Paris – Édimbourg, Chanel. Juniper, cypress, cedar, vetiver, lavender. Thomas found it in a male victim's suitcase two years ago. His master didn't want it— Nigel called it "department store rubbish"— but to Thomas it smells like wide open spaces and freedom. The bottle ran out just before the familiar fights and he bought a new one with the money Guillermo gave him.

Dr. Sharon: Gris Dior, Dior. Designed as an embodiment of the color gray, it's actually quite nice.

#the circular conundrum

[mogai-headcanons]

Rachel "Ray" Gardner from Angels of Death is an autistic intersex transfemmasc girlthing angelgender lovegirl aroflux aceflux lesbian with BPD, DPD, DID, and GAD who uses she/her and dove/doves pronouns!

Isaac "Zack" Foster is an autistic demiromantic demisexual bi intersex transmascfem boybeast with BPD, AVPD, and NPD who uses he/him, it/its, and maim/maims pronouns!

Daniel "Danny" Dickens is a bi-oriented aroace trans man who uses he/him and they/them pronouns!

He's in a queerplatonic relationship with Catherine "Cathy" Ward is an aromantic omnisexual trans woman with BPD who uses she/her pronouns!

Cathy is dating Lucy, a demiromantic demisexual lesbian with BPD, DPD, and GAD who uses any pronouns!

Edward "Eddie" Mason is an autistic panromantic asexual transmasculine nonbinary person with BPD, DID, and GAD who uses they/them pronouns!

Abraham Gray is an aroace intersex agender person who uses any pronouns, but prefers ae/aer, and ae's Zack's adoptive father!

dni link

#long post #angels of death #mogai headcanon #rachel gardner #isaac foster #daniel dickens #catherine ward #lucy #edward mason #abraham gray #autism #intersex #transfemmasc #girlthing #angelgender #lovegirl #aroflux #aceflux #lesbian #bpd #dpd #did #anxiety #demiromantic #demisexual #bi #transmascfem #boybeast #avpd #npd

[books-and-cookies]

More Tea

Mary sat and looked at Abraham, unsure of what to say. Her conversations with her mother tended to revolve around Mary’s relationship status, or lack thereof, and her mother’s constant bemoaning of a decided lack of grandchildren.

In-depth conversations about death and what life might be like when all you have loved are gone never arose when speaking with her mother. And what little interactions Mary had with her father consisted primarily of listening to him gripe about Chelsea and about whether anyone at Downing Street did anything other than sit on their thumbs.

Mary had never met a man quite like Abraham.

He was not handsome, nor did he try to be. The man wore comfortable clothes and sat easily in the chair. His voice was soft, soothing, and generous.

Yes. He was generous.

“Do you read to them often?” Mary asked, refilling her mug and his as well.

“Every night.” He smiled. “I confess, I sneak back in and sleep there.”

She looked at him, surprised.

Abraham nodded.

Mary took a sip, went to ask if he would like another biscuit, and something else slipped out entirely.

“Could I listen to you read to them?”

He blinked, smiled, and then said, “I think I should like that very much.”

“Should I meet you there?” She set her teacup down. “I’m not quite certain what to do.”

“I will meet you here,” Abraham said. “We can walk around the cemetery’s fence together and then travel in through the back fence. It would be best to stick to a routine the trees are familiar with. They are old, some of them, and like me, they are set in their ways.”

“Alright,” Mary said, her heartbeat quickening. “What time?”

Abraham glanced at his large, dull gray wristwatch. “It’s half-past six now. I shall meet you here in three hours if you find that acceptable.”

“I do.”

“Dress warmly,” Abraham cautioned. “We’ll read a little outside tonight. It’s supposed to be a full moon, which means there will be plenty of light.”

Abraham finished his tea, and as he put on his coat and took up his cane, they said their goodbyes.

Mary closed and locked the door behind him.

She would sit and read until it was time to go.

If she could concentrate at all.

🥺❤️

#mary answers stuff #anonymous #the graveyard story

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Friday 9 June 1837

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fine but dull morning and F48° at 9 and breakfast in about ¾ hour – then out – sometime in the walk – then at the meer – Robert Mann and his men (except Joseph Booth and Abraham with the gardener in the garden) and Mawson = 12 altogether laying David Booths’ 2 pieces of timber (from the wheel-race) for a run over the brook up the embankment and getting over the 4 large ragstone for Mr. Gray’s ornamental job at the great by-wash – with them and sauntering about till came in about (after) 12 – then a little while with A- Little Mary gone to H-x (walked) with Mrs. Heap, and returned about 2pm so tired and sick (bilious) sent her off to bed – in the red room (my aunt’s room) a little while before the joiners came back from dinner they had pulled all the ceiling down – much pleased to see the spars of the roof laid bare – thought of throwing the ceiling up to the top with framing as in the hall – will consider about it – had Blythe and Robert up to pull down the window frames – ‘tis evident there used to be such a window as that very old one in the north chamber that I pulled down 2 or 3 years ago – think to take out the 2 sashes and put in an window like the old one – had Charles Howarth up to look at it – once thought of writing to Mr. Harper tonight to come immediately – then thought to begin of stoothing up the gable end as it used to be, and leaving Mr. Harper to put in the window accordingly – the 2 outside York joiners preparing, as yesterday, my uncle’s room for underdrawing – out again at 3 – A- gone to Cliff hill – at the meer – the rope had broken and the 3rd large stone slipped back when just at the top of the embankment – luckily no mischief done – nobody hurt – from the meer to Mytholm on my way to Hipperholme quarry – met Joseph Mann there and stood talking sometime – he thinks £50 per D.W. for the Dove house (both beds included) enough – yes! said and that should be paid by instalments – JO- came asked to have scale buried near the end of medley park wood in the low place there – agreed – JO- did not know of the Swains’ coal-shares belonging his daughter and her cousins the Misses Clark being to be sold – Mr. Stocks had offered JO-‘s daughter £150 for her 7th share, and had told her father to sell it to S- for her, if he would give £200 for it – JO- said I should road out this coal (Swaines’) by letting them have a Galloway gate thro’ Staups land – I merely answered ‘well! but I have never been applied to’ – Wilson might easily loose the coal – then walked with Joseph Mann to Barraclough cottage – he had enlarged the water place – not much promise – ordered the well to be sunk there – fear it will have to be 20 yards deep in hard stuff – ragstone – then down Barraclough lane to Hipperholme quarry at 5, - when it began to rain – ordered 4ft. 6in rough small ragstone for palisades for a sort of fence in the wood up to the glen – bridge gate – sometime at the quarry – returned leisurely in the rain and home at 6 – sweeping the library passage – dressed – dinner at 7 10 – coffee about 8 ¼ - read the newspaper – little Mary went to bed at 10, and A- and I came upstairs at 10 ¼ and sat a little in my room (the blue room) – then till 10 ¾ wrote the whole of today – F52° at 10 ½ pm fine but dull day till about rather before 5pm and afterwards wet afternoon and evening, and raining just now at 10 ¾ pm – Booth and 2 or 3 men today as yesterday and the day before at the tower chimney cap – Charles and James Howarth and lad Smith put irons on the rollers and bearer for moving the great stone and sawing up deals for my uncles’ room ceiling joists and sawing up deals for roof of wash-house – George Naylors’ as for several days carting scale from Engine pit to top of Charles Howarth’s [norwood] head field