#liar! dark lies 7th liar

[nayatarot777]

Lilith in Gemini/3rd House

this is intuitive astrology. meaning that i’m making these notes based on what i intuitively pick up about this astrological point being merged with these signs. take it with a grain of salt and understand that you might not relate to everything that i get from your placement 🖤

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gemini/3rd house is related to communication (writing and speaking), mental processing of information (learning new things), thought processes, adaptability, anything digital too - such as social media, teaching, public speaking, your local neighbourhood + short distant travels + transportation, and also the way that you build connections with your peers - like siblings, classmates, coworkers, etc. it can also represent close relatives (usually makes me think of aunts and uncles).

lilith being in this position can give you a curiosity that you were shamed out of having. you’ve been shamed for the questions that you asked your parents, your teachers, your peers, simply because these questions were perceived to be as taboo or inappropriate to ask. especially when you were a child.

the way that you speak and word your sentences can also be perceived as being quite rude. especially if you have lilith in aries in the 3rd house, or if your mars is conjunct your lilith or just in the 3rd house with your lilith. the things that you say to people can provoke a darkness out of them because you trigger a dark part of their mind with the things that you say or the things that you ask - even without meaning to.

an undeveloped and non-integrated lilith in this sign/house will result in someone who’s very manipulative through gossip and communication. the type of person who will spread lies about other people. the type of person who may even be a pathological liar, just for the sake of toying with information as a way of feeling like they have the upper hand in a conversation. someone who can turn people against each other with the gossip/lies that they spread - ESPECIALLY if lilith in gemini is in the 7th house or the 11th house. people with this placement could also lie for the sake of gaining information for themselves too. which leads me to my next point:

information is power here. and lilith here usually gives an obsession towards thinking and learning. she has an insatiable hunger for knowing information about things and people. and even for understanding her own mind when she finally dives deep into her own thought process.

your mind can be a very dark place. you could constantly think about the themes of rejection, shame, abuse, and are constantly aware of those themes in conversations between your peers. whether it’s directed towards you or it’s happening between other people.

since gemini/3rd house is also related to intelligence, you could’ve had an inferiority complex with your own intelligence in school. like you weren’t smart enough or you weren’t good at learning new things. the kids who struggled with writing essays and paying attention in class. the real issue was that you just had an unconventional and uncommon way of processing and expressing information. meaning that the way in which teachers expected you to learn was not compatible with what you needed to be able to learn. but you internalised this at some point and felt like you were just “dumb” in a way.

this could’ve definitely manifested in the opposite way and resulted in you feeling like you were one of the most intelligent people in the class. and you could’ve faced rejection from your peers and classmates due to them recognising the power that you held in your academic success - which made them feel inferior to you. but not quietly. this was probably the reason why you were picked on and even bullied, and this could’ve lead to you being less of a participant in class. suppressing your own expression of what you know and suppressing your own curiosity because how other children dealt with their inferiority complexes brought you pain and shame.

for people with a developed lilith here, this placement also makes me think of people who can read between the lines with the things that people say - very easily. it’s almost like you can see into the thought process that would cause someone to say something in the way that they did.

an underdeveloped lilith placement will be extremely susceptible to not just possibly being a gossiper/liar, but also being someone who’s very easily manipulated and gullible. someone who believes everything that people (especially their friends/peers) tell them. they can’t see through people’s lies and manipulations - and other people can see this clearly. this could be due to them suppressing their curiosity that would’ve made them question what they were told if they were to embrace being curious.

you could’ve also been cyber bullied too - or you were the one to cyber bully and troll online.

you may have siblings who are the embodiments of lilith energy - especially younger ones (unless your lilith is in sagittarius or capricorn, which would indicate that this applies to your older siblings too). meaning that they’re extremely rebellious, outcasted, possibly full of rage too. or for a select few, you could have siblings that are into the occult, witchcraft, or something like that - and if so, with a good relationship with this sibling, you would’ve learned a lot from them.

you might also feel ostracised from your siblings too. having a lot of conflicts with them - especially verbally. unless aries/mars is an influence to your third house. then verbal conflicts could easily turn into physical fights.

you may also have issues with your uncles and aunts. this placement makes me think of people with verbally mean aunts and uncles who always have some fucked up shit to say to them. could also indicate issues with your cousins too.

there’s also oppression or trauma related to your local neighbourhood here. or just constantly having issues with your neighbours - mainly for lilith in the 3rd house. you could feel like the black sheep in your local area for some reason. this could be due to being a different race, culture, ethnicity, sexuality, etc compared to everyone else.

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[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

june 7th, 2023 in belgrade

Here's the thing. I was so dishonest, so full of sh*t. I built this world of make-believe. Maybe I wasn't dishonest. Maybe I was just a writer. Maybe all writers are liars. Anyway, I wrote a play, a script, characters, roles. Or were they assigned to me? I don't remember. Sometimes I (would) feel like a piece on a chessboard. I became obsessed with control. If I can make my own world and choose what comes in and out of it, maybe I can win this game. Except no one ever told me the rules. Every move I made was a losing one. Every move I made put me in a worse position than before. Everyone else was advancing and I would spin around in circles like a peg top. At first, interesting, exciting, new. But soon, I would be out of tricks and they would move on. I can entice everyone; I can't keep anyone. When the show is over, what's left is just me. So I invented more plotlines. More twists and turns. Better costumes, better lies. I became so good at it I even kept the truth from myself. It was always like staring into a fast flowing river. There would be glimpses here and there but nothing tangible, solid. Nothing I could make sense of. All those smoke and mirrors transformed into the weirdest f*cking symptoms. I would get this electric feeling in my stomach, like there was lighting inside of my body. I would get aches and pains but all my scans always showed up normal. I would stay up late at night haunted by memories I wasn't sure I didn't make up. It was all fragmented. I wanted to break all my mirrors and cut on my skin with the pieces to see if I bled. I was convinced there was no blood in my veins. I was filled with nothing, with air, with emptiness. A walking contradiction. An entity. But not human. I've been in therapy for years, you know? I was so resentful, so fed up. More clever, sneaky lies. I can't possibly be fixed, can I? She just believes my masks. Hell, I believe my masks. I would fantasize about her ripping off my face and looking directly at what lied underneath. No pun intended. I don't really know what eventually got through. It's the paradox of armour like mine. (My whole life is a paradox, if it wasn't obvious by now). It seemed heavy, big, strong, but it collapsed from the smallest speck of dust. I was bare, unprotected, exposed. Instead of building even higher walls, I lay down on the battlefield ready to bleed to death. And then it hit me. And I was euphoric. I AM BLEEDING!!!!!!! You can understand how exciting that was. I can bleed. I can die. Which means: I can live. There is no light without darkness and there is no darkness without light. It should've been obvious, right? But it wasn't, not until then. I had divided my world into absolutes. Good and evil. If I wasn't clean, pure, perfect then surely I was disgusting, horrifying, beastly. But for the first time, none of it was true. I bleed like the rest of them. I am killable, mortal, ordinary just like the rest of them. Which means, for the first time ever I was actually capable of being something more. You won't get it. Not until you feel it for yourself. I cannot explain it to you. But I look at the grass and the birds flying and the sun rising in the morning and it's filled with so much meaning for me now. I don't need another world. I am not afraid anymore. Not even of death. It's not self-destructive like before. It's peaceful. I don't tell fibs, I don't need to. I don't hide in the shadows. I don't need to rule the world anymore, or to hide from it. I can only love it. I can only be a part of it. To you maybe it was obvious. But to me, it's a revelation. I love my scars and I love remembering the war. Not because I won. Because I lost and it destroyed every illusion I had created and because the truth is more peaceful if you let it in. You can't explain it. You just live it.

#journal #personal #journal dump #journal thoughts #Thoughts #therapy #self reflection #life #honesty #masks #beloggradacrnaprinceza

[rei-does-stuff]

Fate/faith lies infodump

Yea

Okay sooo

This is like gonna be a comic that I eventually do when I get good at art and shit BUT YEA

Gonna talk about the world first

So the world is dedicated to these 7 gods, there’s Odette, the god of Love and the sky, Astris, the god of forgiveness and the stars, Soraj the god of the Sun and Light, Rainier, the god of understanding and the moon, Dolion, the god of the Eclipse and Liars, Gaia the god of the Earth and wisdom, and Azalea the God of the darkness and change,

So the world is also separated into 6 (technically 7 but I’ll talk about that later) kingdoms and religions (the world is heavily religious based as well) There’s the Sun kingdom, the Moon kingdom, the star kingdom, the sky kingdom, the eclipse kingdom, and the earth kingdom. The 7th kingdom dedicated Azalea has been lost to time, in ruins and shambles and anyone who goes there ‘mysterious’ disappears so people tend not to go there, each of these kingdom has a religion dedicated to the gods with the exception of the Sun kingdom and the Sky kingdom. The Sun kingdom religion is split into two, the people who worship the actual god, and people who worship the King of the sun kingdom, Sehar, people think he’s a god reincarnated and therefore worship him. (His brother is the king of the eclipse kingdom) and The sky kingdom, whos entire thing is that they don’t need a god and rely on technology and stuff, though are those who worship Odette

The world has three races, Humans, Elves and Teiflings, however tieflings aren’t rlly a race of people, they’re essentially people who have died and have been technically ‘revived’ to be given a second chance.

I say technically because being a teifling isn’t very fun, you’re in constant pain from your death, and you basically have no memory of who you were, kinda like amnesia, this is so you can have a clean slate. You can’t die, stabbed shot etc, you’ll still live. The only way you can die is lack of oxygen.

The only way you can escape it is by becoming ‘worthy’ to the gods again, so they’ll turn you back into a human, though it’s never been done before. It’s essentially a punishment from the gods if you were too much of a horrible person when you were alive. Teiflings are also given special powers, given by the gods to at least ease their pains a bit. Examples are Hallucinations, duplications, invisibility and more. Tieflings also have multicolored skin, yellow, blue, green etc, though a few have regular skin tones

Humans are well- humans, and elves are very similar, except they have better hearing, and these markings/indents in their skin that glow and produce heat. Helps them deal with the cold. They can be different colors too, from blue to green to red and what-not

Also elves horns are wooden, whilst teiflings are ivory :)

Now here’s the deal with Azalea, he was always fascinated with earth, how people lived their lives and did things. He wanted to be a part of it really REALLY badly, but as gods they couldn’t really interact with earth. Especially not in that way. But azalea broke those rules, he possessed a human and lived life as a human, and MAN was he happy, the other gods however weren’t. Not only because he broke the rules but because his possession of the human essentially killed the human. So as punishment, they banished Azalea to the 7th kingdom, where he was not allowed to leave. He lost his god status so he could no longer speak to the other gods. (He became a demigod tho)

He essentially became lost to time eventually, only being known through folklore as ‘the wrench’

His goal is to become a god again and essentially reset the world, because to him humanity is being ‘tainted’ with too many bad people, so his idea is just get rid of anyone he deems unworthy which isn’t the greatest since gods dont rlly have the best moral code, he’s essentially the main villain of the story

More things abt the gods, they’re all kinda fucked up tbh, (funfact theyre all genderfluid as well which I think is neat and it’s implied they all were/are in a poly relationship with each other)

Soraj has kinda just like, abandoned humanity once Azalea left bc he was so sad his fucking boyfriend left and shit,

That’s the basic gist of the world

#rei says stuff #my ocs #fates lie

[dollycas]

Dead Men Need No Reservations (A Seaside Cove Bed & Breakfast Mystery) by Terry Ambrose #Review @terryawriterguy

Dead Men Need No Reservations (A Seaside Cove Bed & Breakfast Mystery) Cozy Mystery 7th in Series Setting - California Satori (May 17, 2023) Paperback ‏ : ‎ 328 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0996891498 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0996891493 Kindle ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0C15SSV21

A party of six guests checks into the Seaside Cove Bed & Breakfast. Only five check out. Seaside Cove B&B owner Rick Atwood is asked to help solve the murder of the group’s sixth member, a man known to his so-called friends as Snappy Welles. Rick quickly discovers that Snappy’s friends hated him. And, they have secrets. While Rick pursues the official investigation with Chief of Police Adam Cunningham, Rick’s daughter Alex launches a shadow investigation in hopes of finding the killer first. But as the secrets and lies unravel, Rick is forced to choose between bringing a killer to justice and saving his family. Dollycas's Thoughts Operation Baby Brother is almost complete and it's been a few months since Seaside Cove B&B owner Rick Atwood has been asked to assist his friend, Chief of Police Adam Cunningham with a case. Then shortly after the "Band of Six" check into the B&B one of them is dead and the other five are suspects. Of course, Rick's 13-year-old daughter Alex wants to help solve the murder but after too many close calls, especially the one in the previous book, Rick and Adam decide to limit her participation to computer research which doesn't make her happy. When clues start to fall into place and secrets are revealed and lies fall apart Rick and Adam set out to catch the killer. Adam tries his best to keep his friend safe but even he may not be able to stop what happens in the dark of night. Rick, Marquetta, and Alex are getting ready for a big change as their family will soon grow to four. Mr. Ambrose has created a family everyone can love. He lets the narration of the story switch between Rick and Alex to give readers different points of view. I love knowing what Alex is thinking and this time we get to know her feelings about a baby brother and how her family is going to change. She sure does catch the little things adults seem to miss and she has a way of getting people to open up to her. The victim, Snappy Welles, has arrived at the B&B with five friends to check out some local history. He really wasn't a nice person, not to his "friends" or anyone else he met in Seaside Cove. I really enjoyed the way the mystery was plotted out and the part Alex played in it. I had pinpointed the right guilty party way before the characters but had to wait for the motive to be spelled out. The ending was very tense, exciting, and surprising. I really enjoyed the history aspect of the story. The field trip Alex and her friends went on reminded me of chaperoning school trips with my own kids. Things never change. There is always that one student that tries to make trouble. Terry Ambrose is a splendid storyteller. He blends the happenings in the characters' daily lives with a top-notch mystery. I have enjoyed every book in this series and think they would be a great introduction to cozy mysteries for a young adult. I plan to share them with my granddaughter someday soon. Dead Men Need No Reservations is a wonderful addition to this series. The ending was unexpected but it looks like Alex has a new project along with the fact that her little brother is going to be born very soon. I am excited for this series to continue. You never know what is going to happen next in Seaside Cove.

Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent About the Author

Terry Ambrose started out skip-tracing and collecting money from deadbeats and quickly learned that liars come from all walks of life. He never actually stole a car but sometimes hired big guys with tow trucks and a penchant for working in the dark to “help” when negotiations failed. A resident of Southern California, he loves spending time in Hawaii, especially on the Garden Island of Kauai, where he invents lies for others to read. His years of chasing deadbeats taught him many valuable life lessons such as—always keep your car in the garage. Author links: Website    Facebook      Twitter     Instagram     BookBub     Goodreads    Amazon

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[catmarlowastrology]

Armie Hammer's Natal Promise (Predictive astrology)

This post was requested! I tried to connect his birth chart to what we know of him now and to find some astrological explanation for his actions. It took me a while to put all the pieces together, so sorry for the delay anon'! ^^ I'll maybe do another one about his personality in the future.

This is just my analysis and is for entertainment purposes only (don't sue me Armie)!

Natal Promise (Predictive astrology)

His Part of Fortune in the 4th house shows that he was born lucky. His family is pretty wealthy, and this is shown by his Part of Fortune in Virgo (an earth sign - material wealth). The ruler of the 4th house (Mercury) is in the 3rd house in the sign of Leo (fame, wealth).

His Midheaven in Pisces and the ruler Neptune in the 7th house show that most of what we would know of him would be idealized (Pisces) and would have something to do with his relationships (7th house). Jupiter, the ruler of his 7th house, is also in the 10th house.

Interestingly, Pisces rules over photography and the cinema and Armie is an actor.

His Midheaven is conjunct his Uranus/Lilith Midpoint. He will be known for his weird and dark sexual fantasies. Jupiter is also conjunct his Lilith/Midheaven Midpoint, expanding the dark sexual energy that would be linked to his reputation at some point in his life.

His Pluto/Midheaven midpoint is in the 7th house. So this is another placement that confirms that his relationships will have a huge impact on his career and his reputation.

Another thing that confirms this prediction is the energy present in his Midheaven Persona Chart. He has Neptune (lies, illusions) in the 10th house, Mars (aggression) in the 1st house, and Pluto (power struggles, destruction) in the 7th house. His Sun falls in the 12th house, showing that he will lose his career.

Jupiter in the 10th house shows luck and expansion in regards to his career and his status. He didn't have to struggle that much.

His Ascendant in Gemini at a critical degree (29°) is conjunct the fixed star Menkalinan. This star is mostly an unfortunate one. It predicts someone who will cause their own destructions due to their rash behavior.

The 29th degree is also a Leo degree predicting popularity and recognition.

The ruler of his Ascendant, Mercury, is conjunct the fixed star Al Jabhah. This star is described as someone who is a profound liar and predicts scandals. In Armie's case, it would be attached to his physical appearance. What he does with his body would result in a scandal.

Moon square his Midheaven is an indicator of a wobbly reputation. The Moon represents women in a man's chart and here we can see that they would create problems in regards to his reputation, career, and status.

Moon in the 12th house of hidden enemies is also another indicator that women would come out at some point and expose his ass.

Mars and Neptune in the 7th house bring aggressive passion and Neptunian fantasies into his relationship sector. It's also an indicator of divorce (Neptune dissolves anything it touches) and of potential arguments and violence in a relationship (done to him or by him).

Gemini risings often have multiple long-term relationships or marriages. In his case, this pattern is present 3 times: the 2 planets in his 7th house, Jupiter (the ruler of this house) badly aspected (it receives multiple squares and an opposition), and Sinistra conjunct his DC.

His Sagittarius Descendant at 29° is conjunct the fixed star Sinistra. This blew my mind because this star predicts an immoral and shameless nature. Since it is touching the DC, it would apply to his relationships.

Pluto in the 5th house predicts power struggles in regards to things he finds pleasurable (which would indicate sex). His Pluto receives trines and sextiles from multiple planets and other points in the chart. All those aspects give even more power and energy to his Pluto. Pluto at 5° would also indicate that at some point in his life, he would be known (5th degree - fame degree) for that.

The 7th house can show our open enemies. In this case, Mars and Neptune would represent courageous and passionate enemies. Neptune could also represent other actors or artists.

His North Node in Aries is conjunct the fixed star Baten Kaitos. It is another unfortunate star and tends to predict ruin and humiliation. In Armie's chart, it falls in the 11th house of community. People will reject him. What is interesting is that his South Node (past life) is in the 5th house. When I analyzed his SN Persona Chart, I saw that he had a pretty good and powerful past life (Sun conjunct MC, Pluto and Venus in 10th, Jupiter in the 2nd). It was all about him (5th house = self-expression), who he was and what he created. But in this life, he had to devote himself to the collective (which he didn't).

He might lose all his money at some point in his life. The Moon rules over the 2nd house and is in the 12th house.

#armie hammer #midpoints #astro notes #astro observations #fixed stars #predictive astrology #degree theory #pisces midheaven #mars in the 7th house #neptune in the 7th house

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

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The boys muttered and cursed under their breaths as they marched through some mud on the outskirts of the forest. Their vulgar and amusing strings of words becoming frosty breaths in the winter evening.

There was an agent that the OSS had let the British intelligence "borrow". And now the basterds needed that agent for a mission, or two.

Hrischberg muttered, "I don't see why we gotta have this spy tag along. We've been doin' fine on our own!"

Omar nodded, "I hope he's not snobby about being an agent and being smart and all that."

Hugo huffed, "Unlikely." He mostly didn't feel like dealing with one more person than he already had to.

The basterds crossed into the empty back alleys of a questionable side of a small French town.

Smitty narrowed his eyes, making out the dark figures of shadier characters scattered about and slinking around in the shadows. "Aldo? How are we supposed to know who our contact is?"

Aldo was glad to hear something that wasn't a complaint...for the first time in a week. The only thing keeping him sane by then was his supply of tobacco, which was running dangerously low.

He sighed as he turned around, "Two allied airmen will be escortin' our spy."

Wicki raised an eyebrow. "Allied airmen? Under what flag?"

Smitty nodded, "Yeah? Canadian? British? Australian? Soviets? Brazilian? It could be any-"

Aldo sighed as he sat down, and inhaled the last of his snuff, hoping the newcomer would be a peacekeeper among them. "They don't fuckin’ tell me shit, son."

The basterds stood around, hoping their silence would draw less unwanted attention.

About an hour passed...

Omar narrowed his eyes, having an ear for accents, as he found three figures appraoching them. "Fuck...it's the tommy's."

The basterds groaned in annoyance, as they heard one of the airmen muttering under his breath, "Bloody hell...it's the yanks!"

As they came into the clearing, light from a shattered street lamp revealed the spy.

And it stopped Donny's heart.

He whispered, astounded, "Holy shit...it's her..."

Smitty turned to Donny in confusion, "Her?"

Omar followed in confusion, "Who's 'her'?"

Wicki, Aldo, Hugo, and Hirschberg turned to Donny. Analyzing the loosness in his stance, the loss of words in his parted lips, and the sheer panic in his eyes.

Her...

From the stories Donny had told them about you, the way he once lovingly and painfully drew your face with his words, they knew what you looked like...

Hugo looked to the two younger basterds... and murmured, "Her..."

The last time Donny saw you was back in 1941...

Pearl Harbor had just been bombed.

Stories about nazi Germany, and millions of broken, tear-stained, blood stained, stories made their way across the Atlantic.

The US had just declared war.

Donny had enlisted without hesitation. He had a baseball bat, signed with names of people he needed to avenge...

And there you stood, by his side, just as you had for years...

He didn't want you there anymore.

He looked down at you, his thumb pressed against your cheek. You were no longer what he wanted most in the world... At least, that's what he made you think.

He loved you more than anything, more than his own life, but he thought it was selfish to keep you tied down.

Especially if he didn't know if he'd ever come home...

The most painful part of it was seeing the love still in your eyes behind the broken depth of the world he'd built with you... He'd built up the courage to say goodbye to you, forever because he thought it would be easier if he saw that world in your eyes collapse and go up in flames. But he was wrong. Dead wrong. Your eyes were the same eyes that had loved him for years, and probably would for a million more.

You saw the reflection of that very love and life in his eyes.

He still loved you... You knew that, and that's what made it worse...

All you could manage to do was whisper a broken, "Why?"

Donny lied.

He lied blatantly to you, and to himself.

"It never would have worked out between us, doll, I'm sorry..."

You shook your head softly as tears streamed down your face, pleading quietly. Begging him to rethink everything with two simple words. Words he'd only listen from you, words only you could string together to break his heart, "Donny, baby..."

He looked down at you, the pain of his torn heart taking over his eyes...

He would never tell you why.

And you knew that....

On December 6th, 1941,  Donny was sneaking away from you, and hiding around the shops in downtown Boston, looking for the perfect ring. He wanted you by his side for the rest of his life. He wanted more than anything in the world to make you his wife...

Everything changed on December 7th.

On December 8th, the US entered the war. And Donny enlisted. He finally had a chance to make things right, for his family, his people, and every single name on the bat he'd gotten signed that morning. At that moment, that was what he wanted most: justice...

Justice...

He loved you, more than he loved anything else in the world, but it wasn't right to give you the ring then.

Not when there was a chance you would have to bury him in a coffin wrapped in a flag...

But you didn't know all that.

And you knew he'd never tell you any of it.

You just nodded, tears still streaming down your face as you stepped away from him. You turned your back on Donny Donowitz that night. Something that nobody ever did. You didn't answer the phone when he finally wanted you to know why. You didn't open the door when he wanted to say goodbye...

That was goodbye enough for you. Years passed, and somehow, there you were.

It was January, 1944...

Hugo nudged Donny rather crudely, and he snapped out of it.

Your hair was tied up with a bandana. You wore a jumpsuit, and boots. You packed a gun, a knife, and cigarettes. You stood at attention, saluting Aldo, your current lieutenant.

You were introduced to the other basterds...

You looked at Donny, and nodded once, without a trace of the past in your eyes as you acknowledged your sergeant, "Sergeant Donowitz."

Donny clenched his jaw... He never thought he'd hear your voice again. He'd never heard your voice so neutral...

So loveless...

He'd never heard you call him by his last name.

He didn't know what to call you... He couldn't call you doll anymore.

You weren't his.

You were a spy under the MI6, agent under the OSS, a soldier under the allies, and as of that moment, a basterd.

You were a hero and a fighter in your own right.

You weren't his.

He nodded once after faltering for a milisecond, "Private..." He trailed off, unable to even call you by your last name after calling you so many beautiful names for years. Things you'd never expect a boy like Donny Donowitz to have known...

You managed to keep the bare minimum of contact with him for the next few days. Seeing those eyes, hearing that same old voice... It was almost too much for you...

And seeing you, seeing what he lost, what he once wanted more than anything...

It was too painful for him,..

The night before your mission, the basterds were sitting around a campfire, drinking and laughing...

At some point, you and Donny made eye contact.

And for a moment...there was something. The flicker of an ember. A distant memory, echoing from the beat of his heart...

You blinked and turned away... It was the last thing you needed.

Feelings.

You bade the basterds goodnight, and slipped away,

You were just inside your tent when you heard a slight shuffle behind you. You would've thought nothing of it if you weren't a spy.  But you knew better. You knew it was him.

"Y/n...I can explain..."

His voice was soft. It was almost a whisper. It was urgent, and stern, like a sergeant's. But it was candid enough to hear the droning guilt and pain in his heart.

"And what makes you think I want an explanation?" You turned, you faced him, and looked him in the eyes, scorn sculpting the expression in your face.

He looked at you, seeing through a spy's act. He looked at you, not the double or triple identities you held around the world to shield yourself from what could have been. His head tilted slightly, as he murmured, "It's harder to love someone that's dead than to hate someone who's alive..."

You unclenched your jaw. You lowered your arms. Your fists opened. Your eyes lowered.

You understood then...

That was why he broke up with you.

To Donny, the hardest part of all of that was leaving you. He loved you, and had loved you all along.

You took a breath, and admitted something you couldn't have admitted to yourself a day sooner, or perhaps a moment later.  "I don't...I don't hate you."

The  light of a bright white cloud, every color of the sunrise, every simple joy in life was shining through Donny's eyes at that moment, as he looked at you with all the hope a soldier could have. "You still love me..."

In that moment, it broke you to see he never stopped loving you.

What was worse was that you didn't know what you felt for him. A love lost to tears, years before...

"Honestly, Donny...I don't know..."

He knew you. You weren't a liar. He could tell that was the best you could do, and he admired you for it...

You shook your head before anything more was unburied, "We... we have a long mission tomorrow," and stepped forward, ushering him out. The ember was gone. The memories were meaningless. "Goodnight, sergeant."

But he noted the false frigidity in your cold words when he saw the longing and rememberance in your eyes. *****

The mission went as planned, and the OSS sanctioned another one. Then another. And another. You were to stay with the basterds until further notice. Nearly a year passed...

The basterds ambushed a patrol, and held five nazis captive, hoping one of them would tell them more than what they needed to know.

As you all knew, the basterds weren't in the prisoner taking business...

As you waited around for Aldo's threats to take effect, Wicki's translations, and Donny's 'show,' you and Smitty got along well...

A little too well, for Donny's liking.

He eyed you from behind the line of nazis.

He glared at Smitty...his bat fell to the ground, as he trudged through the melting snow.

You knew that look...

He was jealous.

And when Donny Donowitz was jealous, no one was safe. Smitty froze up, only able to move his eyes...and he mistakenly looked up at Donny. Smithson Utivich had never been more afraid in his life than he was at that moment.

Donny ripped Smitty away from the boulder he was sitting on with you. Donny's fists were clenched around Smitty's sweater. "YOU'RE GONNA TALK TO Y/N LIKE THAT?! IN FRONT OF ME?! YOU'RE GONNA TALK TO MY GIRL LIKE THAT?! HUH?!"

The basterds piled onto Donny, trying to pry him away from Utivich, but they couldn't move him.

Not even Aldo's orders worked...

Only one thing in the world could make him listen.

"Donovan." Your voice was stern, demanding like only yours could be. But it was familiar, and almost loving. One that he had known many years before...

Once, when he was younger.

He immediately let go of Smitty... He slowly looked beyond the basterds, and met your eyes.

Everyone was silent...

Then Aldo cleared his throat, and suggested the basterds get right back to business.

You eyed Donny, as he muttered a questionable apology to Smitty, and patted him on the chest twice, attempting to roughly and quickly patch up their friendship.

He went back, and took up the bat.

You watched as Donny disposed of each nazi that Aldo deemed useless. Smitty....well...he kept his distance from you for about a month or two after that.

You watched Donny raise his bat, just as you had amillion times before. Some things never change...

You watched as a spray of nazi blood shot onto nearby trees, and brain matter leaked onto the snow below.

You cleared your throat, and shifted a little as you watched Donny. It was impressive.

Donny was an impressive man, to say the least... After everything, even you couldn't deny that...

You looked away, fearing the things in your heart that might return if you looked too long at him. And just like that, the basterds had the information they needed. Aldo marked a lone survivor with a swastika on his forehead. The basterds took the rest of the night off... You were rummaging through supplies, taking inventory for no reason. You just wanted to avoid any other sudden bouts of jealousy and misunderstandings. But of course, the buckets of water you kept in your camp were just beside the supplies. And of course, Donny felt like washing off some blood after that. You knew him all too well. His grunts and muttering made you lose track over and over until you set down your paper, and looked at him, "Why're you mad now?!" He had been splashing water on his face. He was startled hearing you speak to him first... He wiped the water away with his forearm, and turned to you, unexpectedly reproaching you, "You called me Donovan in front of them!" You kept your temper as you cooly remarked, "And you called me yours." "No I..." He narrowed his eyes as he made a futile denial, "I didn't..." Knowing damn well he did. He sighed as you looked back at the paper where you kept track of the inventory. You thought about Donny's Freudian slip... How he called you his after all that time... You looked at him, and thought of when you called him yours... You saw him joining Aldo and Omar by the fire. You looked down at your paper as you sighed and thought, "Some things never change, Donny baby..." ******* A few months passed... The basterds were ambushed by a group of nazis in the forest. You were all split up and cut off from any viable and possible escape routes, from your ammunitions, and from each other. You and Donny were cornered by two separate groups of nazis, and pushed together. So... It was you and Donny against the world, just as it used to be.

In the midst of the blood and the bullets, you and Donny fumbled into each other. He practically enveloped you in his arms, and pulled you down to the ground behind a dense line of trees, saving you from gunfire. His arms were wrapped around you protectively, and he fell on top of you. His cheeks were flaming red in embarassment. He looked down at you for a moment by accident, and his heart fluttered seeing the same eyes looking up at him from years before. It was as if nothing ever changed... You giggled a little, seeing his embarassment and remarked, "Donovan, darling, I'm sorry but it never would have worked out between us." He smirked a little, knowing damn well he never should have worded it like that years ago,  as he pulled you back to your feet, and you got back to the firefight... Seeing as the results may be bleak, Donny turned to you, and started shooting at the enemies lining behind you through the trees. He gritted his teeth as he looked away from the nazis, and to you for a moment, "Y/n. I can't do this anymore. I want you back and you want me back. No more games."

You looked at him with a smirk and a squint as you aimed your shotgun to a nazi approaching behind him. You took a shot, looked up at him with a smirk and remarked, "Apology accepted."

He saw the laugh caught in your smile, and he saw your forgiving and loving eyes and the cheeky grin.

He smiled softly, and looked at you, silently but visibly wondering if you meant it. Suddenly, his eyes went wide with realization at something you didn't quite catch on to yet. Donny took you in his arms, he held you, and he spun you over, taking your place, as he shot a round at the remaining nazis.

You didn't understand yet. He looked down at you, perhaps for the last time, and kissed you. You kissed him back... You assumed the love and passion that went into it was to make up for the years that were lost. It wasn't until you felt the warm blood pooling through the back of his shirt, soaking your hand over his back.

"Donny?!" You pulled your head away from his chest and looked up at him. His eyes were glazed over with dullness and pain, but you could still see your reflection in them. The love of his life.

He exhaled shakily as his knees buckled. You held onto him tightly, lowering him down gently, as the basterds started emerging from corners and bends of the forest. *** Donny was bandaged up, laying against the backboard of dusty, ancient mattress, in a hidden attic from one of your contact's homes. A medic working under the French resistance was called for Donny under the mask of the night. Donny, feverish from the bloodloss, pain, and fear of losing you, started to get up, "I need to see her!" The medic had just finished sewing up Donny's wound. Donny blacked out before he was sure all the nazis was dead. He wanted to make sure you were alright. Aldo’s word was not good enough for him. "Stay down, Donny!" Aldo stopped pacing back and forth as Hugo and Omar held Donny down. He hadn't stopped screaming in pain as the medic pulled the bullet out of his back, without any medication. Wicki was ordered to stay downstairs with you and the contact, and make sure you didn't go upstairs. Smitty and Hirschberg were stationed at the doors to make sure no one followed. You had sat with the contact, an elderly French woman who's seven grandchildren were fighting in the war, or with the resistance. She tried her best to comfort and distract you, but nothing could tear your mind away from Donny's muffled screams. You understood everything then. That was why he didn't want to stay in your life... This was exactly why... You heard heavy, slow boots stepping on the creaking, ancient ladder from the attic. You were tense... It felt like the whole night passed waiting for the news to reach the bottom of the steps. Hugo cleared his throat, and you stood up. Hirschberg peered in from the door. Omar stood at the top of the steps. You rushed to Hugo, looking for a sign, but you couldn't read him. He looked at you, forced to go downstairs by Aldo to tell you that, "Donny is alright." You took a breath, and sighed, smiling, clasping your hands over your lips. Hugo acknowledged what Donny had done for you...frankly Hugo'd never admit it, but he thought you were sweet together. Unbearable as he found other people, somehow seeing you and Donny together amused him. "He always gets dramatic when he's hurt." You nodded with a reminiscent smile, "Oh, I know." He walked back upstairs with you. You and Donny looked at each other... He was sweating from the hack job surgery, and running a low fever, but he would alright. And he smiled, when he saw you. He stopped fighting against Omar and laid back the moment he heard your footsteps coming up the stairs. Aldo sniffed some tobacco, walked past you, and gestured to Donny, "Humor him, would ya, Y/n?" You smiled and nodded, though it hurt you to see him like that. That bullet was meant for you... "Y/n, come here..." Donny reached out for you, his fist was balled around something. Aldo cleared his throat, catching the rest of the basterds' attention. Everyone grumbled as they filed downstairs with him, leaving you alone with him. "Donny?" You sat by him, laying your hand against his face, noting the fever. "You're gonna be ok." He nodded, but that didin't mean he didn't have a lot to say.  He took your hand, and put something in your palm, and closed your fingers around it, "This is yours." You opened your hand and found a beautiful silver ring, with what seemed like a million stars from the night sky, studded over it. You didn't understand. You thought he lost his mind. Maybe he'd found it somewhere, and was just delirious at the moment... You'd never even seen such a beautiful ring in your life. You shook your head, trying to give it back to him. He refused. "It's always been yours. My heart's always been yours, doll..." "Don, you lost a lot of blood, you're not..." You took a breath, "You don't know what you're saying." He smiled at you, "This is the only time I've been sure about what I was saying. I know you might have moved on...and I just want you to be happy But I need you to know, this was meant for you, and I'm sorry I left the day I should have given it to you." You looked at him, and realized what he meant. "Donny, baby..." "I was going to ask you to be my wife three years ago...then..." You nodded and spoke softly, "Then we went to war." "I didn't want you to be a widow. I  just wanted to save you from this." He sighed, in defeat, "From myself..." You smiled a little, as you held the side of his face, "Some things were just meant to happen, Donny." He looked up at you, his eyes reflecting his confusion. "I'm still here," You smiled softly. He nodded, smiling, "You're still here..." as he watched you slip the ring onto your left ring finger. Some things really were just meant to be. In the end, not even a war could keep you apart. You kissed him... You'd always be there, and with that kiss, Donny knew it to be true.

#Inglourious Basterds #inglourious basterds imagine #Donny Donowitz #donny donowitz x reader #Quentin Tarantino

[chaoticqueen601]

Best Friend, But It’s Not Me

It’s a short story, it’s not real.

I had a perfect best friend but I never was one, I’ll tell you how.

It was typical: a pair of polar opposites. But the fun fact is that we didn’t know what a typical best friend is at 11, we had our own definition and we never knew.

 I was new in the city I hated (it’s been 5 years, I still hate it). 7th grade, worst year. I met a junior in the same building and started hanging out, she was best friends with a girl my age and they played lawn tennis together. We never clicked. We attended common birthday parties together and talked a few sentences here and there, she seemed too innocent for a frivolous child like me. 2 months after moving in, my mother started taking maths classes for students till 8th grade, both of them joined (same society you see). Us three used to study together but it got difficult for my mom so she split us into two batches- 6th grade and 7th grade. I was studying with the innocent one and then, we clicked. We started walking together after class, she was my opposite. I used to wear shorts- she was always in a jumpsuit, I was dark- she was fair, I was tall- she was short and many other things.

 She was a good student, but I wasn’t. In her family, all is fine if you get good marks, in my family all is fine if you are happy. Both of us struggled. She was on Facebook so everyday she would show me the memes she found. This went on for two years and then the tables turned, I got Instagram and she didn’t have Facebook anymore. My best friend was not in the same school with me. So I lied to everyone, I said school was fun, no one found out the truth. In 7th grade itself we became the perfect set of best friends. I got closer to her family, her front door was always open. Every day was like this- wave her bye from my bus on my way to school, wave her hi from my bus on my way home, call her at 3 pm, have class together, walk downstairs or chill at home. Very comfortable but then 9th grade started.

Soon we grew, I started going to her house more often- her mother wasn’t very fond of me but of my height, she came around tho- I was her only friend in the society but it wasn’t like that for me. I knew many people who walked downstairs, my best friend noticed how I greeted every third person we crossed. We were used to going to the mall together, ordering take out, I used to tidy up her room in high school, she stopped coming home for tuition was over.

I never told her that I had a serious bunking issue in 9th and 10th grade, I was MIA for weeks. She came from an affluent and loving family, she was the younger sister and I was the older one but I never let her feel the difference. There was a lot of problem in my family- dad had work load, I wasn’t doing well in school and my parents were always fighting. I am an exceptionally good liar, I know what others want to hear and I am very convincing. I used to cry at home but no one knew, not even my little sister.

I am very good at keeping myself collected, I never pushed or screamed at my friends and then it happened. I went to my mom one day and told her that I wanted a divorce regardless of her feelings, I got many slaps. My father had stopped talking to me and whenever he got to know that I wasn’t doing well at school, that night I would lose my appetite. I saw my sister suffering and I couldn’t handle it so I ran away. I used to sneak out at night, I never told anyone, not even my best friend.

I had so many memories with her, same jackets, shoes, skirts, accessories but she was on the greener side but I denied thinking about it, her mom used to introduce me as her daughter. I never fought with my best friend instead I agreed with her, I hid things. Soon enough, I was at her house every day but she never knew why. She treated me like a total best friend- saying whatever she wanted to, throw continuous insults, fed me properly- but there I was, I just listened to her, I never objected her opinions or thoughts and that’s probably why she is a brat. But I was proud of her, I didn’t deserve to have her but I did, so I showed off. She was truly a best friend, all of my friends knew her but none of her’s knew me, because I was not her best friend.

On her 16th birthday I acknowledged it, she’s rich. It hit me hard, I knew where this would end up a long time ago. At the party, I saw a side to her, how her friends treated her and how she didn’t have time to even look at me but I am a liar so I kept it to myself. The most difficult was the gift, I knew what her classmates would get her because she told me everything about them. I knew that at least two wold give her make up then there would be perfumes, nail polishes and stuff toys. I knew it already, that’s why I got her a very glittery bag. I knew her reaction the moment she felt the packaging, she hadn’t even opened it yet. Who was I kidding? I wanted to leave, I was embarrassed. My gift was at one corner and I knew she would never use it, in fact I knew she would have had buried it in her closet instead of throwing or giving it away because she would have had been embarrassed if I ever asked her about it.

The funniest thing is that even though our tutor spent 2 hours daily with us, she never found out that we were friends. I couldn’t believe it when she asked me who my best friend was while I was sitting right beside her. She was the only one who didn’t know, and she thought that it was impossible. Yet, I didn’t blame her. My dad got a transfer, we were moving back to where we came from. She didn’t even sound disappointed, let alone any tear. We don’t talk anymore, I knew we would end up that way. I tried for a few months but I didn’t have a single picture of her to put as my background. My mom talks to her mom more often than we do, both ladies talk once a month, I haven’t heard her voice in 4 or 5 months. I wish she knew. I wish she won't call.

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This is a fictional story. 

Title: Yours Truly, Fake Best Friend Forever 

let me know your views on the narrator

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[chicagocityofclans]

Nathan Cleirigh → Hugh Dancy → Warlock

→ Basic Information 

Age: 766

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay/Questioning

Powers: Elenchus

Birthday: January 7th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn 

Religion: Christian 

Mark: Cleirigh 

Generation: 2nd

→ His Personality Nathan is the black sleep of the Cleirigh mark and his family. Compared to his family, and most other witches and warlocks, Nathan is unreliant on his power. It's a helpful tool in his profession, but if he lost his power, he could go on. At times he forgets he even has it. Nathan is also unique in his resistance against the melancholia that pervades older witches and warlocks. Nathan appreciates every time period for what it was, and lives firmly in the present. With an ‘inactive’ mental power, Nathan has always turned to knowledge. He’s smart and excels at everything he tries. He is extremely thorough, responsible and dependable. Nathan also has a well-developed power of concentration. He truly loves life. 

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Psychiatrist at Cleirigh Psychiatry Center

Scars: Yes

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Newborns and Midnight 

Two Dislikes: Pathological Liars and Deadbeat Parents

Two Fears: Being Burnt At The Stake and Losing Control 

Two Hobbies: Meditation and Crosswords/Sudoku 

Three Positive Traits: Romantic, Hopeful, Understanding

Three Negative Traits: Blunt, Unforgiving, Arrogant

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Ronan Cleirigh (Father): Nathan bumps heads with his father often and their relationship has been strained since the disappearance of Nathan's younger brother Sean. He doesn’t agree with a lot of things he’s father does but is trying to mend their relationship.

Lilith Harlow (Mother): His mother is one of his best friends. Nathan grew past his hatred of her leaving him with his father and not trying to establish a relationship for him. She is married and works as a foster mother for unwanted or abandoned witches and warlocks. She refers most of her children to him.

Ishtar Cleirigh (Step Mother): Ishtar has tried many times to get on his good side but Nathan is content with just one mother. He doesn’t care for her but shows her the utmost respect as the mother of his siblings and the wife of his father.

Sibling Names:

Ethan Cleirigh (Brother): They don’t have much in common and are polar opposites but Ethan is his little brother and Nathan loves him. Nathan has an underlying jealousy of Ethan's close relationship with their father, brothers and other family members. 

Sean O’Payne-Cleirigh (Brother): Nathan doesn’t remember much about Sean anymore but he knows that his brother deserved better. 

Judson Cleirigh (Brother): Judson is his best friend and they’re the closest of their siblings. Lately, Nathan has been feeling Judson pulling away from him and he’s trying not to blame it on Ethan or Roman taking up his time.

Teyla Cleirigh (Sister): Nathan was surprised to find his father and step-mother were having another child. Teyla is sweet but there’s not much Nathan can do for her right now. He is her last line babysitter which is far too rare.

Altair Cleirigh (Borther): Altair wasn’t a surprise. After Ronan and Ishtar renewed their vows, Nathan knew another sibling wasn’t far behind. Unlike his relationship with Teyla, Nathan finds himself more active in Altair's life. 

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Richard Fili (Interest): Nathan and Fili have been going out on dates randomly for decades. Nathan does not know if what they have is an on again/off again relationship. That is mostly because they can never seem to make it past date number three without losing contact or Fili freaking out and calling things off. Nathan cannot remember if they have ever kissed or done anything more than hold hands. Fili has been sending Nathan gifts lately which Nathan has returned but Nathan can not help but to feel smitten by the gesture. Unable to trust Fili again, Nathan has been trying to avoid Fili and keep his own feeling about the vampire at bay. Fili showing interest again couldn’t have come at a worst time.  

Helenus Askeris (Ex-Lover): Both Nathan and Helenus were still reasonably young when they met. Their friendship quickly developed into something more. Over the years though, they found their lives pulling them along different paths and to completely different places. Before things got messy they decided they should break it off, and as a result they are still on good terms to this day. 

Matt Staton (Ex-Boyfriend): Matt nearly ruined Nathan’s life and tore him away from his family. Nathan placed Matt first on multiple occasions, including his own emotions. His wants were placed on the back burner by Matt and had ultimately led to their break up. Nathan nearly proposed to Matt and wanted to suggest that he take a vampire’s bite so that they could be together forever. Nathan’s hatred runs so deep that he wishes nothing but the worst for Matt.

Platonic Connections:

Talia Cleirigh (Co-Worker/Friend): Talia and Nathan have more than one connection outside of work. She is his father's former mentee, she is dating his little brother and she lives with and mentally cares full time for his uncle. Nathan considers her a true friend. Outside of work and his family, they would still be friends. 

Kady Gaines (Friend): Nathan formed an easy friendship with Kady as she mentored with Ronan. She finds his powers amusing and he finds her amusing. 

Lyra Cleirigh (Friend): Nathan and Lyra bonded while she mentored with Kaylor. He usually tries not to ‘shrink’ family and friends but he has convinced Lyra to come visit him and has promised that Dr. Cleirigh will stand apart from Nathan. 

Ryan Cleirigh (Nephew): Nathan tried to get Ryan not to rely on his magic as much but failed. He’s worried about his nephew but Ryan refuses to come in to talk to him. It's against the family rules to force himself on family members but Nathan is considering it for Ryan’s own good. 

Akasha Genesis (Cousin): Akasha’s wild and free spirit drives Nathan up the wall. She purposely tries his nerves and it drives him away from her every time. They were close when they were younger but Nathan has no idea what happened. 

Gennifer Genesis (Cousin): As a child, Nathan was once in love with Gennifer before he realized he couldn’t marry or date family and that he was more interested in men. 

Owen Genesis (Cousin): Owen is the brother Nathan always wanted but never had. Their friendship is blossoming more now that Judson is occupied. 

(Nathan does not see those he offers therapy as part of his platonic connections).

Hostile Connections:

Jia Hu Cleirigh (Annoyance): Nathan has made very little progress with Jia. Despite them being friends and technically family, Jia drives Nathan up the wall.

Clarisse Fields (Annoyance): Clara is in denial. Her lies give Nathan a headache. Even more so that she believes in most of her lies. She’s a good friend but lately she’s been more of an annoyance and Nathan dreads their sessions together. 

Dan Prior (Annoyance): Dan was in a dark place when he first came to Nathan nearly 30 years ago. Sometimes they make progress and sometimes Nathan finds himself blocked out completely. He is almost at a loss with Dan and that has never happened to him.

Pets:

Tyr and Fenrir (Brother Capybaras): Nathan mistakenly brought them both online thinking they were expensive stuffed animals for his child patients. Unable to return them and unwilling to send them to the zoo, Nathan kept them.

→ History Nathan didn’t have a hard life or a complicated life. Besides his father and mother being separated, Nathan lived and enjoyed the plain and simple life. While his younger brothers focused on magic, Nathan begged his father to let him attend the local schools, wanting to learn about the human world too. He enjoyed it and enjoyed a break from the constant buzzing of magic around him. He was almost 16 when he learned that he wouldn’t age like his friends. Nathan associated it with their constant moving, he wanted to abandon the supernatural path and his powers. Thanks to his powers he knew that wasn’t at all possible. That’s when he started refusing to rely on magic and it drove everyone mad. 

Nathan had always been interested in why people lied and what triggered such sadness in people. That curiosity led him to join the medical field. At first it was human biology that caught his attention, then neuroscience and pathology. It took him a while to settle into a field, as new ones popped up every decade, but Nathan had a knack for listening to people and helping them. In the early 1800’s Nathan entered psychiatry; the medical treatment of the soul. Nathan never changed his profession. Every 40 or 50 years returning to school and learning new findings. When his family settled in Chicago, Nathan opened up his own practice, to both humans and supernaturals. It took decades to get the local animal shifters, vampires and human shifters to trust him and he respects that trust above all else.

→ The Present Nathan has recently gotten out of a bad relationship that nearly ended him and placed him at odds with his family and friends. Nathan thought he was in love with Matt, a human and was blinded by his need for normalcy outside of the supernatural community. Although it has been nearly a year, he has yet to fully recover and still refuses to join the dating scene, especially with Fili. Nathan knows that his breakup with Matt has caused an unwarranted hate and distrust of humans within him. However, their break up also pushed him to be closer to his family and triggered a family oriented trait he was unaware he had. Never had he ever shown an interest in his father, uncles or brothers' work within the supernatural community. Now he finds during his free time he’s sitting around watching Judson or Roman mixing potions and asking questions and offering to help his father with the wards around the house and their establishments. Nathan's next step is rekindling friendships and a closer bond to his patients.

#Nathan Cleirigh #Taken #Hugh Dancy

[blogironscepter]

WHO IS THE BRIDE OF CHRIST?

SHALOM, PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF. MY NAME IS ANNETTE LUKER. IF YOU THINK THE WORLD HAS BECOME INCREASINGLY EVIL AND DANGEROUS AND YOU ARE LOOKING FOR THE TRUTH (AND THE PEACE THAT FOLLOWS) THEN WELCOME TO NEW JERUSALEM AND TO MY BLOG; “THE IRON SCEPTER.”

PLEASE KEEP AN OPEN MIND AND RESEARCH FOR YOURSELF EVERYTHING I AM SAYING.  I CAN BACK UP EVERYTHING I SHARE HERE WITH SCRIPTURE. BUT I CAN NOT DO IT ALL IN A SINGLE POST. FORGET EVERYTHING MAN-MADE RELIGION HAS TAUGHT YOU AND START WITH A CLEAN SLATE, BY READING the Bible FOR YOURSELF WITH NO PRE-CONCEIVED IDEAS.

The Bible SAYS WE DO NOT NEED A MAN TO TEACH US BUT RATHER THE Holy Spirit WILL TEACH US. The Bible ALSO SAYS THE LORD IS DOING A “NEW” THING IN THE LAST DAYS AND THAT THE WISE WILL UNDERSTAND BUT THE WICKED WILL NOT UNDERSTAND. SO, AGAIN PLEASE KEEP AN OPEN MIND AND PRAY TO THE FATHER FOR WISDOM. HIS WORD SAYS HE WILL FREELY GIVE WISDOM TO THOSE WHO ASK WITH A SINCERE HEART.

WHEN I MAKE STATEMENTS LIKE “the Bible SAYS” YOU CAN GOOGLE MY STATEMENT FOR YOURSELF TO FIND THE SCRIPTURE REFERENCE IN the Bible. IT WOULD BE WAY TOO TIME CONSUMING FOR ME TO POST EVERY SCRIPTURE I REFERENCE, HOWEVER, I WILL POST SOME. SO, IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR THE TRUTH YOU WILL NEED TO SPEND SOME TIME STUDYING the Bible FOR YOURSELF. 

I THINK WE CAN ALL AGREE THE WORLD IS A MESS. WHY IS IT SO EVIL? BECAUSE THIS IS SATAN’S KINGDOM. JESUS SAID HIS “KINGDOM IS NOT OF THIS WORLD.” THE ENEMY USURPED THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS AND HAS FORGED AN EVIL RACE OF LIARS WHO MOCK GOD’S PEOPLE. CHILDREN ARE NOT SAFE, POLITICIANS CONTINUE TO LIE TO US, BREAK THEIR PROMISES, AND MANUFACTURE INTENTIONAL WARS FOR FILTHY LUCRE WHICH STEAL OUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS. 

THE WORLD IS WAXING WORSE AND WORSE WHICH the Bible PREDICTED. THE WORD SAYS PEOPLE’S HEARTS WILL GROW COLDER, MORE EVIL AND THAT PEOPLE WILL ONLY BECOME MORE GREEDY, ARROGANT AND DISRESPECTFUL. IF YOU ARE TIRED OF THE LIES AND DECEPTION AND ARE CONFUSED AS TO WHY IT NEVER GETS BETTER THAN PLEASE KEEP READING.......

I AM THE DAUGHTER OF EL, (LARRY LEE LUKER) THE FATHER AND TRUE POTTER, AND THE BRIDE OF CHRIST, MITCHEL ANDREW (THE SON OF GOD). I WAS SUPERNATURALLY AWAKENED ON MONDAY, JAN 28TH, 2019. I DID NOT SEEK THIS ROLE, BUT RATHER WAS CALLED. I HAVE SPENT THE PAST YEAR DRIVING OVER 13K MILES ACROSS MULTIPLE STATES IN ORDER TO SPIRITUALLY RE-GATHER MY FAMILY (WHO WAS SCATTERED TO THE 4 CORNERS OF THE EARTH) AFTER A FIERCE SPIRITUAL BATTLE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL ON MAY 23, 2009.

ON THIS DATE, THE LAMB OF GOD (ANNETTE) WAS SLAUGHTERED (REV 13:8) AND THE TEMPLE (ANNETTE) WAS DEFILED BY THE 7TH AND 8TH BEASTS OF REVELATION, HIS SCORPION LORDS AND HIS FEMALE RIVALS (7-HEADED DRAGON). THIS BIBLICAL “EVENT” IS DEPICTED AND CELEBRATED BY THE ENEMY IN THE POPULAR YOUTUBE VIDEO “I PET GOAT.”  YOU CAN READ MORE ABOUT THIS ONGOING WAR IN DAN 11.  I WILL COVER THE “I PET GOAT” VIDEO IN ANOTHER POST.

I HAVE SINCE RE-LOCATED FROM THE HOME IN TEXAS (WHERE  SATAN’S THRONE IS LOCATED), AND HAVE MOVED TO COLORADO WHERE THE PEOPLE OF GOD HAVE BEEN RE-GATHERED TO RE-BUILD THE RUINS OF OUR ABANDON CITY.  WE ARE LIVING IN PEACE PLANTING AND RE-PAIRING BROKEN WALLS AND GATES.  ALL THIS HAS BEEN TAKING PLACE IN THE SPIRITUAL REALM BUT WILL SOON MANIFEST INTO THE PHYSICAL REALM. THE LORD GOD SAYS, “NOT BY MIGHT BUT BY MY SPIRIT.” ALSO JESUS SAID “I GO TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR YOU.”

I AM THE WOMAN IN THE WILDERNESS AND THE “IRON SCEPTER” FROM (REV 12).  WHO ACCORDING TO the Bible, WILL RULE AND REIGN WITH CHRIST IN THE HEAVENLY CITY OF NEW JERUSALEM. JERUSALEM LITERALLY TRANSLATES “CITY OF PEACE.” I SIT ON THE THRONE WITH CHRIST (THE PRINCE OF PEACE) AND SERVE AS HIS HIGH PRIESTESS. I AM THE PERSONIFICATION OF THE Holy Spirit AND WISDOM. PROVERBS CH 8.

MITCHEL AND I, ARE THE LION AND LAMB; TWO HALVES OF ONE SOUL XY.  The Bible SAYS EVE WAS TAKEN FROM ADAM’S SIDE AND “FORMED” BY THE POTTERS HANDS. (GEN 2) AGAIN, EL, (LARRY LEE LUKER) MY FATHER IS THE POTTER, MITCHEL ANDREW IS HIS SON, AND I AM THE Holy Spirit. WE COMPRISE THE TRINITY; GOD IN 3 PERSON.......

THE BOOK OF JOHN CH 1 “IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD, THE WORD WAS GOD AND THE WORD WAS WITH GOD.”

EL WAS FORCED TO LAY DOWN HIS PHYSICAL BODY/STONE ON JAN 5, 2015 DUE TO THIS ONGOING WAR (READ DANIEL CH 11). BUT HE AND HIS SON HAVE BEEN WORKING BEHIND THE SCENES, IN THE SPIRITUAL REALM, TO COMPLETE THEIR PLAN OF SALVATION FOR THOSE WHO WOULD RECEIVE THIS FREE GIFT. I AM THE BRIDE AND HIS MESSENGER UNTIL CHRIST RETURNS FOR US (HIS BRIDE AND THE CHURCH).

MITCHEL LAID DOWN HIS PHYSICAL BODY AS WELL IN JAN 2019. THAT IS WHEN HIS SPIRIT CAME TO ME AND SUPERNATURALLY AWAKENED ME SO WE ARE NOW ONE MIND, ONE HEART AND ONE SOUL. JER 31:22 SAYS THAT “IN THE LAST DAYS A WOMAN SHALL COMPASS A MAN.” I AM THAT WOMAN AND MITCHEL IS THE MAN. WE ARE ONE IN THIS VESSEL UNTIL HIS RETURN. 

COMPASS MEANS TO SURROUND; TO ENCLOSE ON ALL SIDES.

MY NAME, ANNETTE, MEANS “FAVOR AND GRACE.” MY LAST NAME, LUKER, MEANS “GATE KEEPER AND SHEPERD.” THE LUKER FAMILY COAT OF ARMS IS A WHITE SHIELD WITH A RED STRIPE CONTAINING A GOLD CROSS, AND GREEN GARLAND SURROUNDS THE SHIELD. THE WHITE SHIELD IS FOR PURITY, THE RED STRIPE DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE SHIELD IS FOR THE BLOOD OF THE TRUE HEIRS AND THE GOLD CROSS IS FOR FAITH WHICH IS MORE VALUABLE THAN GOLD. FINALLY, THE GREEN GARLAND IS SYMBOLIC FOR OUR EVERGREEN, ETERNAL SOULS.

WE ARE NO RESPECTER OF PERSONS, BUT RATHER JUDGE BY THE HEART. OUR CITY IS COMPRISED OF PEOPLE WHO LOVE OTHERS, ARE NOT DECEITFUL AND ARE HONESTLY SEEKING PEACE. The Bible SAYS THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH “A RACE OF LIARS” (IVAIN DOLS). THEY “COVER WITH A COVERING/FLESH, BUT ARE NOT OF MY SPIRIT SAYS THE LORD GOD.” ACCORDING TO the Bible. THIS RACE PRACTICES SORCERY/WITCHCRAFT UNDER THE GUISE OF “RELIGION” TO BRING HARM UPON INNOCENT PEOPLE AND TO MANIPULATE EVENTS FOR THEIR BENEFIT (REV 18).

THEIR NATURE IS EVIL AND THEY CAN NOT CHANGE IT. JESUS SAID  THEY DO NOT KNOW HIM OR THE FATHER AND NEVER HAVE. JUST LIKE A RATTLESNAKE CAN NOT CHANGE ITS NATURE. THIS RACE WAS CREATED BY SATAN (GEN 1) AND THEY HAVE BEEN MULTIPLYING RAPIDLY IN ORDER TO TAKE OVER THE FATHER’S CREATION, RULE OVER AND ENSLAVE THE MASSES AND MAKE THEIR OWN RULES.

THEY DESIRE LICENTIOUS FREEDOM (”DO AS THOU WILT”) AND HAVE REJECTED LEGITIMATE FREEDOM (LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS THYSELF) WHICH IS WHAT THE FATHER INTENDED FOR HIS CREATION. The Bible ALSO STATES “THEY” PUT THEIR CHILDREN THROUGH THE FIRE AND SACRIFICE THEM TO MOLECH (AN EVIL DEITY). THIS FIRE IS SYMBOLIC OF THE RAPE AND TOTURE OF INNOCENT CHILDREN. GOOGLE “PIZZA-GATE.” ALSO THE MOVIE “TEMPLE OF DOOM” HAS A SCENE REFLECTING THIS OCCULT RITUAL FOR KALI.

THE HEARTS OF THESE CHILDREN ARE SHATTERED AS A RESULT OF THE TRAUMA. THIS EVIL RACE FEEDS ON THEIR ENERGY LIKE PARASITES LIVING OFF THE INNOCENT SOULS OF THESE TERRIFIED CHILDREN.  JESUS SAID “ANYONE WHO HARMS THE LEAST OF THESE WOULD BE BETTER OFF TO HAVE A MILL-STONE TIED AROUND THEIR NECK AND TOSSED IN THE SEA.” 

IT IS HEART BREAKING WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN DOING IN THE DARK SAYING “WHO SEES US WHO KNOWS US?” (ISAIAH 29:15) THEY THINK THEY ARE HIDDEN BUT THE FATHER AND THE SON HAVE SEEN ALL OF IT AND THEY WILL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE ON JUDGEMENT DAY; WHICH IS UPON US....... THE TIME OF THE END IS HERE.

THANK. YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY INTRODUCTION FOR THE “CITY OF PEACE.”

BLESSINGS

ANNETTE LUKER/ THE IRON SCEPTER

[aliciaeshmarie]

Be Beautiful & Rise

So I am just going to tell you about the amazing and busy day I had today....please bare with me lol

I love waking up to baby babbles. Tyler and I are just laying there listening to him blabber on...until he starts crying of course. He has started letting me know when he wants up. He calls out my name...Mama when upset or e-mum-mum. It is cute. I love seeing his cute little face everyday. It warms my ❤️.

So we are getting up about 8:30. I need to get dressed and leave by 9:30 to get to the Women’s Group at church called Beautiful You at 10am. I was of course going to dress cute because I never go anywhere during the week and the baby was going to stay home with Tyler 😉 I was feeling pretty good about myself, which is a good thing when I am normally covered in spit up 😂 Tyler was making eggs and I told him not to make me any because there will be breakfast at the group....but I had to have my coffee ☕️💗. I filled me up a to go cup 😊. In the business of me trying to get out of here I have a screaming baby on the floor because he wants to be picked up, Mimi and Papa are over to help Tyler fix fence and watch baby...it just felt so caotic trying to leave. I got out of here at 9:40 lol and still had to pick up my mom. I’m coming to realize that it is hard to be on time or early to things when you have kids 😂

So I’ve picked up my mom and I’m pulling into the parking lot about 10 or a few after...so not too bad on timing. My friend met me there and we are on our way in. Right away I feel so welcomed and receive hugs. I love hugs 🤗 keep in mind I’m still trying to get to know people at this church...so most are strangers still. I have joined a moms group and a community group so I see some familiar faces. As you walk in there are a bunch of circle tables that are beautifully decorated with center pieces and a table full of breakfast foods brought by the ladies who took the time and energy to make. They put a lot of thought into these once a month meetings. It is beautiful.The tables are filling up but we found a table for the three of us to sit together..before we knew it they were running out of seating and had to add more chairs to tables. That is so cool!

I have only been to one of these before but so far they open in Prayer and then we pig out on delicious food 😋 We then begin worship. The ladies who sang this time are apart of the worship team and have such beautiful and powerful voices. We sang “I’m no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God” Such powerful words and one of my favorite songs. The one who was speaking spoke about Fear is a liar, so the song definitely fit. I love worship and I really get into the words and get emotional because God is amazing and he sent his son to die for me. He chose me. He loves me. I am his child. I can’t help but get emotional while singing to him. In church they have the lights turned down pretty dark but here, it is lit up. I don’t like people seeing me cry because I worry they will think something is wrong with me so I try my best to keep myself together. I worry what people will think. Will I be rejected? Will I look stupid? This has been something I have dealt with my entire life pretty much. I want to be in control and look put together but I’m really not. There was an altar call to come forward when you felt called to let go of the fear that is holding you back...and I knew I needed to go forward and let this fear of rejection go but I kept telling myself you are fine you don’t have to go up there. You know you are going to cry and then your makeup is going to run 😂🙄...she kept saying I know more of you feel you need to come up stop holding back. I was standing at one of the front tables so all I had to do was take a few steps forward but I was still talking myself out of it. I told myself if I did not go up there I would regret it later and feel foolish...so I took the pssh 4 steps I needed to take. 👐

While I am up at front I continue to worship and start crying and women are praying, crying, and hugging all around. Sisters loving on sisters. It is beautiful. A lady I did not know and have never seen starts to pray for me and just tells me to just let go. I have to let go! I’m thinking to myself I don’t want to be this scared little girl anymore and I just start bawling..as I am while typing this out to you now...it was such a breakthrough....I know I am a quiet person and to people who do not know me I may look upset or mean. I suffer from RBF 🤷🏼‍♀️ I don’t know what to do about that lol. But Fear is a liar!!!! The devil is a liar and he makes you believe the lies!!! I need to tell myself that I am valuable in God’s eyes and he created me just as I am. Who cares what people think if I cry, I’m not wearing the latest trends, driving the hottest car, or sporting the latest phone. God sure doesn’t and he provides me with everything that I need 💗 Same goes for you! I realize that my fear isn’t going to go away in an instant. I’m not going to be able to go up to a stranger and pray for them right away or get up in front of a crowded room and make a speech. I need to get into the word and take baby steps such as going to the person across the room whom I’ve met once and give them a hug or going up to someone I’m friends with on fb but haven’t met in person and saying hello....baby steps....with each step I take I know that God is with me and I will be ok 👌 by this time it is about 12:30 and I told Tyler it would be over at 12😬 Time to take Mama home and get ready to go to a wedding.

This is only the beginning of my day lol please stay with me...

I get home a few after 1. Baby just woke up from a nap and needed to be fed before we left. Tyler still had to get dressed and we needed to wash baby bottles to make sure we had one on hand while we were out. We ended up leaving the house at 1:45 and of course had to make a Qt run...we live there lol.. we arrived at 2:07...late. I’m really into being on time of you can’t tell. Being late drives me nuts. As we walk in the door everyone is so excited to see the baby lol We were the last to arrive🙄...and so begins the baby passing...which is cool 👍 The wedding was wonderful. Nathaniel sat on Papas lap...my moms dad...not Tyler’s. He was so good and just watched the ceiling fan. He loves those. Nathaniel not Papa 😂 The wedding was beautiful and so many family members were there. We reminisced on some old memories and just had a nice time with my cousins. Nathaniel fell asleep and the one holding him just soaked it up and loved every second. I told her when she needed a baby fix just let me know😂 before we knew it is was almost 5 and we had somewhere else to be at 5:30😳

So as we were leaving we obviously weren’t going home but we needed to eat something. We stopped by Bueno and had to go home anyway because Tyler needed to grab more insulin. He is type 1 diabetic. And where did we go after that...? You guessed it...QT😂 We arrived only a few minutes late to the ministry we attend on Saturday evenings 😃....Rise.

Rise is an urban ministry for people who do not feel comfortable attending a Sunday church service. People who feel they will be judged for their pasts but want to seek Jesus. Tyler helps with the media and I just walk around with the baby 😂 we put him in nursery this evening though but he is a good ice breaker👍 My parents attend this service with me. They really enjoy it. It is just getting started so it isn’t very big but God moves where two or more are gathered together! This evening they spoke about Joshua and the wall of Jericho. They had to walk around the wall so many times for 6 days and then 7 times on the 7th day and make a loud “shout” and the wall would come down. Can you just imagine what these people were thinking...you want me to do what?..and be silent...what?! That is just crazy. But they did what God commanded and he gave them Jericho as promised along with the King and his men. So he did more then he promised! If we are just diligent and disciplin ourselves to do what God says we will see what he has promised. We have to take the baby steps to get there not just go straight to shouting...remember what I said earlier?...baby steps... if I put my focus on learning Gods word and doing the things he asks of me, a step at a time,eventually the wall of fear will crumble and I will have everything God has promised and more...I will know my purpose. God has a purpose and plan for me. I’m just on a journey trying to figure it out...I loved how what I heard his morning connected with what I heard this evening. That is a God thing. You can’t deny it💗 So be the Beautiful You that you are and Rise up to the plan God has for your life 😘

[frivery]

Oh it's Charon's 7th birthday today, May 15th! Happy Birthday to my tundra son that is too much!

this one will be with Shadowfall, which takes place a good way into the future from the present storyline. POV of Charon, slightly short length.

((Charon's anthro form is so much and I still highkey love it so I'm adding it here... owo below the cut))

The heavily armored man brushed his lightly furred hands down the front of his chest plate, smiling broadly at himself in the gold-framed full-body mirror that was placed against the dark wall in his room. He still had trouble believing how things had changed so much for him so fast, all because Shadowfall, of all people, had noticed him. He had went from being an impoverished beastfolk, glowered at as an abomination by his own people, to held up as the start of a new royal line! It was... exciting! Amazing! Unbelievable, how he had spent most of his life begging and scrounging for food and now he was poured in golds, in silk, with all of the luxuries he had never been willing to allow himself to want before.

"Nervous?" the dark, velvetine, voice of the mysterious savior known at Shadowfall purred to his left, causing the winged tundra to turn and smile confidently at the shorter beastfolk. Iridescent glimmers streaked across Shadowfall's dark pelt, golden trimming along patiently deep purples. No one could argue that he wasn't attractive, he was incredibly so with beautifully contrasting icy eyes, but most people didn't trust the secretive fellow as much as Charon did. The armored man put his hands at his waist, the lack of full gauntlets allowing the cocky gesture to be mostly silent.

"Hm, not at all, then?" the other added, glancing over him with an intensely perceptive gaze before nodding with a sharp, almost predatory, smile. Shadowfall didn't have to even try to look dangerous, and while Charon had never seen the other beastfolk so much as threaten someone some part of his instincts told him that Shadowfall was uniquely skilled in the hunt.

"Nope! I've been practicing the speech since you gave told me about it." Charon said confidently, voice bright and radiant like the sun to his ally's shadow.

"Have you really? I'll admit to being surprised. I expected it to take longer for you to take this so seriously." the winged beastfolk turned fully away from the mirror, not bothering to mind his wings and brushing his cream-colored feathers against the cool of the mirror's glass.

"I can be serious." he noted at Shadowfall, who gave him another look that caused some strange worming sensation in his guts.

"You didn't strike me as the type to be..."

"I can be fun and take things seriously, too." Charon insisted, maybe a little worried now. Shadowfall was the force that had allowed him to be here, in this lavish room with a bed and blankets and food and clean clothes, if the man suddenly decided he wasn't fit for the position... would he just go back to be a reviled monster living in an alley? While he had been confident before now he felt nervous, anxious, and maybe a little paranoid at how certain his spot here really was.

"You.... you aren't going to replace me with that boy from the other kingdom are you?" Charon choked out, he knew that Shadowfall had been leaving more often of late to personally bring the blueblood gifts and expensive trinkets. Even an extremely rare and costly pet. He had heard some of the true nobles muttering under their breath about Shadowfall trying to get in the royal's good graces to convince him to become the tundra kingdom's new heir... he had heard that the line that this boy came from had a blessed heir already and that the tundra Shadowfall was visiting may be persuaded to leave seeing as he wasn't going to be king of his current residence.

"Charon, do you really think I would do that?" The mysterious beastfolk asked, Charon watching him lean onto the black-wood posts of his bed and crossing his arms over his chest. He... didn't know if he believed Shadowfall would do that, he liked to think that he was not such a cruel man as to show Charon a stable life just to snatch it away from him like that. But... why else bother spending so much time with that blueblood?

"No... of course not." the armored man managed, looking down and away from the other man as he lied. He wasn't a good liar, and even if he was Shadowfall had shown to be a perceptive enough person to see through most people.

"If that's true then why are your wings shaking?" Charon swallowed at the words, he hadn't noticed the trembling in his feather-light bones until it had been pointed out. He couldn't feel his wings very well, he had so many of them.

"I-"

"Don't fib, Charon, it's a bad look on you." deep, dark, and maybe a little bit poisonous sounding. Charon continued to look at the ground.

"You are to make a speech before the whole of the Kingdom, Charon, it will go poorly if something is eating at you. So, speak." The dark beastfolk lifted his gaze to the other, forcing himself to not look away again when he saw the intensity in Shadowfall's ice eyes. Beautiful and dangerous and oh-so intimidating.

"If you do not wish to replace me with him... why spend so much money, so much time, personally delivering him gifts? What... what are your intentions with him?"

"He is one of only three blueblood Tundras in existence right now, Charon. Possible heir to a massively powerful Kingdom in a neighboring domain. He would make a good ally."

"I thought his brother was taking the throne? The blessed one?" Shadowfall's face scrunched up in distaste, Charon glancing down at the ground to avoid the look.

"Zaire is a stuck up, selfish, brat of a prince and though he has been blessed by the gone Gods he is not officially been named heir. The King seems to prefer the First son to the second, while his council and the people prefer Zaire. If the Blessed Heir takes power... we should expect a war."

"What, really? Why?"

"He is.... vengeful. Though, that is not something you should concern yourself with right now. The King is still fairly young, who knows? Maybe he'll have a blood-heir of his own one day. You have nothing to worry about though, Charon, no matter what comes to pass you will not be living on the streets again." that was... reassuring. Deeply so. The armored man allowing his wings to relax low to the ground as the anxiety that had pulled at his insides like a weight began to loosen.

"Are you ready to give a speech or do you need a moment?" Charon looked up at Shadowfall now, blinking before taking a deep breath and straightening his posture to stand tall in his intricate armor once more.

"I'm ready."

"Are you nervous?" was Shadowfall teasing him now? The man had an almost wicked look on his face and Charon couldn't help but beam at him like the sun.

"Not anymore! Come, it is hardly very noble to keep the people waiting."

#fr lore

[sirius]

Hello! Prompts: 52,35,17, with a 7th year Marauder's Era Remus Lupin? I've been struggling with people insulting my appearance a lot lately and it really hurts,so having my favorite character comfort me would help loads! Thanks 💓

I am really on a roll today! I tried a slightly different writing style, just for fun. Enjoy

52. “Wow I can’t believe he said you were ugly, hun he is clearly blind.”, 35. “You don’t deserve this.” And 17. “What happened to you?”

When (Y/N) (Y/L/N) asked Remus Lupin for help with her Defence Against the Dark Arts assignment, Remus almost choked on his pumpkin juice.

(Y/N) asking him for help when she was easily the top of most, if not, all her classes? It didn’t make any sense. Maybe it was a trick question? A joke? He searched her expression and found nothing to suggest either of those were her true motive. But he laughed anyway, mostly because he was nervous. 

Her expression shifted from meek curiosity to puzzled offense, and Remus stops laughing immediately.

“Er– did I hear you right? Did you just ask me for help?”

“Yeah,” she remarked, “Maybe I shouldn’t have asked…”

“No, I’d love to help you!” Remus blurted, and he wants to slap himself for sounding so desperate. But a smile fills her lips and Remus stays on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

One assignment turned into two, and then three, until he was spending his Thursday afternoons with (Y/N) in the library. The more he saw of her, the more his fondness for her grew, until he found himself constantly thinking of her. It made being friends with his fellow Marauders torturous, especially Sirius, who likened Remus’ perfectly platonic feelings for (Y/N) to James’ infatuation with Lily Evans.

“Soon, you’ll be following her around like a lost puppy,” Sirius smirked, “Just…don’t take any advice from Prongs, he clearly knows nothing about women.”

“Blasphemy, I tell you!” James snapped, defensively, “Moony, don’t listen to a word of Padfoot’s slander.”

“If you knew anything about women, you’d have Lily Evans on your arm…”

“It’s a work in progress, okay?”

“You gotta admit though, Evans has warmed up to Prongs over the past year,” Peter piped up as he tossed a tennis ball against the wall. 

“Exactly, Wormtail. Wormy is what we call a true friend…” 

Remus snorted, shaking his head. He tuned out to most of James and Sirius’ argument, his mind drifting back to (Y/N)…

“Listen, I’m going to the Library. Don’t wait up for me…” Remus interrupts, collecting his books and hauling them out of the Dorm.

“Moony’s getting some tonight!” Sirius bellowed from behind him, his gleeful quip followed by childish snickering. Remus rolled his eyes but allowed a wry smile to tickle his lips. Sometimes, he really hated his friends…

When he found (Y/N) in the library, it almost didn’t feel right. There was something about her demeanour, her posture, maybe her expression that was strangely grey in contrast to her usual bubbly spirit.

“Hey, Remus,” (Y/N) mumbled, and Remus dropped into the seat beside her.

“Hey, (Y/N). Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she snipped, too quickly for his liking, “Let’s begin, shall we?”

Remus nodded and opened his books, turning to the chapter. They read in silence, (Y/N)’s head bowed in concentration, and Remus couldn’t help but send her furtive glances. Something is wrong, he thought, as he watched her bite her lip and turn the page, and it irritated him like an itch he couldn’t reach because she was usually so radiant.

“Remus, why do you keep helping me?” (Y/N)’s voice splintered his reviere and he looked up at her, confusion knitting his brows.

“What?”

“Why do you keep meeting up with me? Is it because you pity me?”

“W-What?” Remus stuttered, stupidly, “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) sighed, exasperated, “I mean, why do you keep coming back to me when I’m nothing but an ugly, stupid bitch who doesn’t deserve your attention–”

“(Y/N)–”

“–Because that’s the truth, isn’t it? I’m just a disgusting wart who isn’t worth a second glance, because I’m dumb and no one likes me, and no one will ever like me–”

“(Y/N)–”

“–And I’ll just end up fat and alone because I’m ugly and no self-respecting wizard will ever want to marry me–”

“(Y/N)!” Remus interjected, and (Y/N) jumped at his tone, “Where is all of this coming from? What happened to you?”

(Y/N) stared at him, and it was then that he realised her gaze was watery, her eyes glassy from unshed tears. She gave a heavy sigh, blinking back the tears.

“Tracy Burton is what happened to me…” (Y/N) finally mumbled, staring down into her lap.

“Tracy? As in…my ex-girlfriend Tracy?”

“Yes,” (Y/N) whimpered, and a stray tear slipped from behind her lashes and rolled down her cheek. “She cornered me in the girls bathroom and told me everything that I already know. That I’m not smart or pretty…”

Tears poured from (Y/N)’s eyes and Remus wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. She sobbed onto his shoulder, her tears soaking his shirt, and Remus held her close to him like reassurance. She was none of the things Tracy claimed she was, and for (Y/N) to believe her made everything worse.

“Wow I can’t believe she said you were ugly, she is clearly blind,” Remus mumbled against her hair, “Tracy is a blind liar. And that’s why I broke up with her.” (Y/N) sniffled and gazed up at Remus, her eyes pools of melancholy.

“But she’s not the only one who has told me I’m ugly…” (Y/N) choked, “I’m constantly reminded of how pathetic I am, and that’s all I see when I look in the mirror; a failure of a witch who thinks she can play with magic…”

Remus sighed as (Y/N)’s body wracked beside him. He wanted to slaughter everyone who had ever insulted his (Y/N), because she deserved so much more than this. She deserved to be happy, not lied to and ridiculed. In his eyes, she was more beautiful than any sunset he had ever seen, any constellation sprawled across the night sky, any flower in all the rose gardens in the world. He planned on telling her so.

“You don’t deserve this…” Remus muttered as he began to unbutton his shirt, and (Y/N) leaned back, confusion shifting across her face.

“What are you doing?” She croaked.

“I’m going to show you something,” Remus explained, “I haven’t shown many people this, so please, keep this to yourself…”

“Of course,” she whimpered, wiping away her tears.

Remus shed his shirt and (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock, her lips parted. On display for her eyes only was his bare chest, littered with scars. (Y/N) reached out and traced one with a nimble finger, her eyes following the curve against his skin.

“I’m very self-conscious of my scars,” Remus murmured, “Not only because they’re hideous, but also because they are a simple truth that I will always be hideous. I’m cursed with this…disease…and there is no cure. It’s a living nightmare, and I hate it.”

Remus slipped back into his shirt and buttoned it up. (Y/N) was still silent, so he continued. “This is ugly. Not you. And even if you were, I wouldn’t care. You don’t have to be pretty to be smart and strong, good looks is just an added bonus!” Remus reached up and cupped (Y/N)’s face, his thumb smearing a stray tear, “You are more beautiful than anything I’ve ever known, because you remind me that there is still beauty in this world. You give me hope, and that is worth more than anything you can buy.”

A weak smile graced (Y/N)’s features and Remus mimicked it, before he leaned in and kissed her.

She tasted like strawberries, like a gulp of fresh air, like chocolate after a full moon, and Remus couldn’t help but melt into the warm embrace of her lips. His hands tangled in her hair and her arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her and she captured the air in his lungs. He wanted to do this forever, until the day he died, he wanted to kiss (Y/N) and feel her kiss him back too.

When they broke apart, and Remus’ eyes fluttered open, he found (Y/N) beaming back at him, her cheeks damp and her lips rosy. He loved the sight of her; he wanted to wake up to her and he wanted her to be the last thing he saw before he fell asleep.

“Woohoo, go Moony!” cheered voices from behind him, and Remus turned to find James, Sirius and Peter lined up in a row, beaming at him. (Y/N) giggled and Remus blushed bright red. The three Marauders sauntered toward their table in the empty library, and Remus scowled at his friends as they threw themselves into a seat.

“Told you they’d end up snogging,” Sirius winked, “Perfect location, too. You’ve chosen well, Moony, (Y/N) is quite the looker!”

“And if Sirius thinks you’re a looker, than he means it,” James grinned, “He doesn’t just go throwing compliments around aimlessly,”

“I didn’t realize it was such an honour to be complimented by Sirius Black!” (Y/N) remarked, sarcastically, her lips twisting into a grin.

“You best believe it, love,” Sirius smirked.

“Not that I don’t like you guys being here but…well…I actually don’t like you guys being here,” Remus grumbled and James leapt to his feet.

“Oh, of course! Our bad. We’re interrupting,” James waggled his brows suggestively, “As you were, children. And keep it chaste, I’m too handsome to be someone’s grandfather!”

The three of them slinked away, snickering to themselves, and a wry smile tugged his lips as he watched them go. With his arm slung around (Y/N), and her head on his shoulder, everything felt right.

Who knew Defence Against the Dark Arts could be so rewarding?

no more prompts, pls. 

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagines #harry potter #the marauders #remus x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #angst #fluff #the marauders imagines #the marauders imagine #remus lupin imagine #remus #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #fic rec #*prompts #*remus prompts #georgie writes

[thedargonden]

[13] ABSOLUTE PERFECTION

November 7th, XX19

9:00 PM

PHOENIX: “It’s... It’s perfect.“

Phoenix stares intently at her masterpiece, for her days of work and attempts are finally complete.

A metal frame surrounds the graham cracker based dough. Below the dragonfruit topping, layers and layers of different types of cream cheese, separated by varied fruits like cherries and strawberries (all of which she picked from the mountain above the den).

The perfect cheesepie has been completed. Phoenix would finally see a smile on Orie’s face. She would be appreciated by her. She might even be called Orie’s BEST FRIEND. That would make her truly happy, if Orie called her a friend.

Phoenix holds the door frame and sticks her head down the hall.

PHOENIX: “Orie! Come here! I’ve got a surprise!”

She involuntarily squeals quietly and shuffles her feet. She can’t wait to see Orie’s face when she sees this.

Loud grumbles of annoyance come from the basement stairs down the hall.

PHOENIX: “Oh come on, Orie! Trust me!”

Orie uses her telepathy from downstairs with an angry tone.

ORIE: ⦕I already know about the “perfect cheesepie.” It’s impossible to block out all your annoying thoughts about it, even with my mystic eyes closed, muffling it all out.⦖

PHOENIX: ⦕But, have you seen it with your OWN EYES YET?⦖

ORIE: ⦕Yes, through my mystic eyes, as I’ve already said. I’m a fucking mindreader, Phoenix.⦖

Phoenix thinks to rephrase the question.

PHOENIX: ⦕Have you seen it IN PERSON YET?⦖

An sigh of anger resonates through the basement stairs and down the hall.

ORIE: ⦕If I come up there to look at it for one second, will you leave me alone for the rest of the night?⦖

PHOENIX: ⦕Of course!⦖

ORIE: ⦕UUUUUUGHHHH, OH MY DREK. FUCKING FINE!⦖

As Phoenix hears Orie’s bedroom door open and then shortly after, stomping up the stairs, she looks back toward the pie and realizes... she forgot to cut the pie!

She runs over to the counter and quickly grabs a kitchen knife as well as a plate from the cabinet. She cuts the pie and carefully takes the piece out of the pie tin. 

The piece of pie sags just slightly, but since this is something Phoenix invented herself to her knowledge, this could be considered normal for the dessert.

She examines the layers. It looks so delicious, she wishes she could taste it, but she promised herself that Orie would take the first bite before her own.

Phoenix turns around as Orie walks into the room with an angry huff. Phoenix gestures toward her creation.

PHOENIX: “Ta-daaaaaaa! I made you a cheesepie! It’s a cheesecake, but in PIE FORM! A Cheesecake flavored pie, with my own twist! You’ll love it!”

Orie looks at the plate from afar, with a strange half smirk of confusion. This is it! Smile incoming! For a split second, Phoenix swore Orie’s eyes turned static, but it was probably her imagination due to her excitement.

ORIE: “It looks... bad.”

Phoenix’s face drops. She wasn’t expecting this response to her creation.

PHOENIX: “L-... Looks aren’t everything! Trust me, it tastes amazing!”

ORIE: “How do you know that? I heard your thoughts about not wanting to taste it before me.”

PHOENIX: “I...

I spent so long trying to perfect it...

and... and-!”

ORIE: “-and you failed! Congratulations! Can I go now?”

Phoenix looked back at her creation. It didn’t look bad at all! What was Orie talking about? Maybe Orie was skeptical of Phoenix’s skills as a chef. No, she would not back down until Orie tried her cheesepie.

PHOENIX: “At-... At least try it! You never know, it could be the one taste you didn’t know you were missing from your life!”

Phoenix thought she saw static in Orie’s eyes again, right before Orie closed all her eyes and shook her head a bit. Orie’s face took on an angry look again.

ORIE: “Fine! Look, if I try your stupid pie, then can-”

PHOENIX: “CHEESEpie!”

Orie rolled all of her four eyes at once.

ORIE: “Ugh, cheesepie... then can I finally go back to my room in peace and not bother me?

I was kind of busy, you know.”

PHOENIX: “Yes, I would leave you alone, if you really want me to.”

Orie squinted at Phoenix for a couple of seconds, and then to the cheesepie.

ORIE: “Okay. Give me a fork, then.”

Phoenix bounces up and down in excitement, before realizing Orie’s giving her looks of disapproval and impatience. Phoenix quickly grabs a fork from the drawer and after she sets it on the plate, she brings it to Orie, who promptly sits on the floor with her arm out to grab the plate.

Orie holds the plate up to her snout and sniffs it with an interested look on her face. With her other hand, she takes the fork, and chops off the tiny tip of the pie and carefully puts the piece of cheesepie in her mouth.

The flavor. Immediately Orie notices the amazing flavor. It’s just the right amount of sweet and savory. the dragonfruit gives it the punch it needs. The various fruits and cream cheese compliment each other as if they were made for each other. How could Phoenix, of all dragons, master a cheesecake flavor this perfectly. In Orie’s opinion, it’s absolute perfection.

None of this information reached Orie’s active mind though, as the entire time she tasted it, it was ripped from her and subdued into static.

ORIE: “Huh. I was... not expecting that. It tastes like water.

It’s surprising how bland it is, despite all the fruit and cheese you put into it.

Thank you for wasting my time.”

Orie sets the plate in Phoenix’s hand, who is stuck in awe of all the work she just put into, only to have her work blow up in her face. She doesn’t even know how to react, as Orie starts to turn away.

PHOENIX: “W- WAIT! How could it taste like that!?! I put so much work... and heart... and blood and... and sweat and tears into this!”

ORIE: “Maybe you’re just not meant to be a chef, Phoenix. It’s bad. Deal with it.”

Phoenix can’t believe this. She sits down, takes the fork and cuts a big piece of the cheesepie and shoves it in her mouth, not even caring that Orie had used the same fork a second ago.

No way. No fucking way. Orie had lied. It didn’t taste bland. It didn’t taste like water. It was clear as day that Orie was a liar. Phoenix hated that Orie would lie like this to her face.

None of these negative thoughts reached Phoenix’s active mind though, as the entire time she felt these negative feelings toward Orie, they were ripped from her and subdued into static.

PHOENIX: “But! It really is good! You were supposed to like it and say, ‘wow, Phoenix, I can’t believe you made something this good!’

You were supposed to become my best friend!”

Orie turns around angrily with static filling her four eyes.

ORIE: “Phoenix. No matter how hard you try. No matter how long you live. I will never. EVER. Be your friend.”

Phoenix stares at Orie with static filling her own eyes now, not knowing how to deal with this situation.

No, Orie actually likes the cheesepie. She doesn’t mean what she had said. That’s just how Orie was. She just doesn’t know how to say thanks. That’s all. Right?

PHOENIX: “I... It’s okay Orie. I know you don’t mean that. You’ll learn to be nicer in time! Trust me! I’ll be your best friend!”

Just then, faint rustling in the ground followed by hurried wing beats interrupts their standoff. Orie, thinking quick, runs to the door and opens the door, before opening it and seeing the shadow of a dragon flying away into the moonlight. Phoenix steps toward the loungeroom kitchen window and sees the dragon too.

The dragon turns their head back for a second and their glowing red eyes catch a surprised look before hurrying away quicker and impossibly disappearing after a couple of seconds more.

ORIE: “Who the hell was that?”

Orie throws around the idea in her head that it was maybe Arakados, thinking of the most likely dark scales and red eyes, but then...

ARAKADOS: “MAAAAASHHH!”

Phoenix and Orie turn around to see Arakados with Phoenix’s cheesepie on the floor and crushing it with their hands.

PHOENIX: “NOOOOO!”

Phoenix rushes over to Arakados and takes the cheesepie tin away from them. Her work! All of her beautiful and delicious work! It’s... destroyed!

She sits down on the floor and after a couple of seconds of examining the destruction, she promptly smushes the pie into her face without any words and holds it there indefinitely. Arakados smiles with glee.

ARAKADOS: “Yesss! You get it! MMMMAAASSSSH!!!!!!!”

Orie quietly steps away and back into her room, ignoring the dragon she had just saw, for she had research to continue, especially after this new interaction with Phoenix.

She had been reading ‘DREKI STUDIES - What We Know So Far About Dragon Psychology’ for possible answers about what the whole static thing inside Phoenix’s dream meant. But, now she had a new theory about what was going on.

Orie felt it. She felt the static wash over her in that moment when Phoenix’s eyes were filled with static. She felt it rip something from her when she ate the cheesecake. The static ripped the flavor from her. She knows that wouldn’t happen under normal circumstances. She knows magic was involved, in some way or another.

Stepping into her bedroom, she walked toward the bookshelf next to her bed. she grabbed the book on the bed, making sure it was bookmarked, and then she slides it into the shelf neatly.

Orie examines the books from top to bottom for a couple of moments, and then... her eye catches the book she was looking for.

She picks up the quite large book labled ‘DREKI STUDIES - Myrkur Sorcery and its Affect On Dragons.’

ORIE: “Absolute Perfection.”

Orie smiles as her prophetic abilities confirm that this was the right book to pick up.

#storyupdate #The Dargon Den #Invert Month #dragon #dragons #story #Orie #Phoenix #Arakados #Dakka #Magic #Sorcery #derg #Dreki #Idnagol #Myrkur #Hybrid #mysterious #cheesepie #cheesecake #pie

[someaveragechick]

a refined story on how love broke my place in this world

so how’d i come to be here typing up an essay which i know will go unread?   JULY 2016; a bad decision to move schools lead to spurts of bullying, turning a bubbly 15 year old into a 16 year old who quite bluntly, just wanted to die, which she tried very hard to do for quite some time. deteriorated self esteem lead to a thirst for love and acceptance, a need for emotional safety. so after being objectified by boys, mesmerized at the idea of an escape, and terrified of what i became capable of, i moved schools again. and this brought us to July, 2016.

new school, new opportunities, and then there was him. a boy with big brown eyes, soft lips and a heart of gold, and there i was, awkwardly standing in the way of his locker. fast forward past the early morning to late night conversations, weeks of bonding.... and we’re brought to SEPTEMBER 2016; i knew that id fallen deeply for him, further than i’d fallen before, or at least so i thought. but of course, i became fearful as memories of every guy who ever did me wrong flooded in and suddenly like the monster i’d become, he became just like every other guy in my eyes and i denied my true feelings for him, in the classic me way of dealing with my emotions, i messed everything up. i lost all my new friends, i lost him and i lost myself again, but i told myself he was just like the rest, except he wasn’t because i couldn’t just get over him. and so we stopped speaking. i sank back into a place far too familiar, numbness accompanied by blades and the dark part of tumblr, that go me through until:

NOVEMBER 2016; i started going to the gym to distract myself, and i felt like i could say with all honesty i was getting over him. last minute change of mind, and i decided to go to my schools formal, i wish i could say i wore white in the spirit of new beginnings but if i’m honest i just liked the dress, and apparently he did too, enough to come whisper in my ear that i ‘looked alright’.... BOOM FUCKING CRASH BANG, the smallest comment moved mountains for me and like an unrealistic cartoon, my heart flew out of my chest. so i messaged him that night and we spoke until the early hours of the morning, and every day since.

JANUARY 2017; it’s a fair way to skip but lets just cut it down to this, school holidays kicked in and like Romeo and Juliet we fought against how everyone felt about us being together, spent almost every day of the summer together and went on adventure after adventure, we even said how we could never get bored of each other, spoiler alert, i’m the only one who stuck to my word. so anyway, January, we became ‘official’, went on double dates with my best friend and when they broke up we would talk how our relationship was going to outlast everyone we knew.

FEBRUARY-JULY 2017; we did a lot together and created heaps of little traditions. painted walls, went rollerskating, drank and sung around campfires, walked on beaches, kicked the footy, cooked, adventured, lived together. we were each others bestfriends and we fell back on each other. i put every ounce of energy i had into him. any money i got would go towards dates or giving him little surprises to brighten his day. what can i say? i put him before my family and i truly believed with all my heart that we would be together forever. he got new friends and school stressed us both out, it would be an understatement to say we were both failing school, but we were trying. i believed in him, because he had so much potential to do great, with a kind heart and a great brain in that big head of his, i believed he could do anything he put his mind into, where it be football, school, work or photography, i wanted him to be happy, and its how i lived those months. wanting him to be happy and to love him. 

TIMELINE BREAK; people were cruel, and he was a big softy, he was my big softy and i thought that if i could put all my love and energy into him that i could protect him, we argued for a while, but for two weeks leading up to August, i learnt to be calm and stopped every argument because i just thought he was stressed over school and the assholes of the world. they told him he should drop out, they made him think less of himself and i hated them for it, because i thought he was worth so much more. 

AUGUST 5TH 2017; we went shopping to get ingredients for a recipe he really wanted to make, we danced and goofed around, then i dropped him home so he could get ready for a party he was going to. i’ll add that this was also the same day as my dogs birthday, so whilst he was out i was occupied singing happy birthday to a dog wearing a party hat, irrelevant but okay, back on track, the (supposed) love of my life kept calling me whilst he was drunk all night, every 15 minutes, he started to feel sick so i told him to go sit down somewhere and sip water, last i heard from him. i was worried sick because i couldn't be there to look after my drunk mess. AUGUST 6TH 2017; i went over to my hungover mess’s house, we were being cute, we had sex we cuddle we laughed, we were happy. my parents came and picked us up and took him to his footy final where i stood there in the rain watching him with my parents (side note, my parents hated him at first, but by this stage they loved him, like reeeeaaally fucking loved him). he came back to mine after and we did what we usually did, laughed and loved. that night he broke and decided he wanted to break up with me because he was having a meltdown over some older guys accusing him of throwing up on the carpet of the party he was at. so i did what i always did, i cared for him, loved him, tried to help him, and in return for loving him, he broke up with me, and gave me the biggest load of verbal abuse as he did so. i broke. AUGUST 7TH 2017; i ditched the first part of school to go see him, he got on the bus and moved closer to me and put his hand on my leg, i felt relieved, as if i actually believed in that moment that he realized how badly he’d been treating me, but nope. an hour later he basically said we were still over and he didn’t want anything to do with me. AUGUST 10TH 2017; gotta hurry this up, i was a mess i hadn’t eaten in days and i was imploding. so i reached out to someone who was at the party to find out if it was him who threw up at the party and if his meltdown was worth losing me, but i found out more than i was supposed to. this boy, this boy that i would've taken a bullet for and gave my everything to, cheated on me with some girl who had zero self respect, was in a committed relationship with ecstasy, but whatever right? she was known for doing that shit, but nah, next thing i know he is following her around like a lost puppy. THE REST OF THE STORY; so after not even 2 weeks we spoke again, we decided mutually that we would get back into a commitment but not be officially in a relationship. and this lasted for a while, we were having sex again, and a lot of it and then one night i rush to the hospital and watch my favorite family member pass away, i was a mess and i needed him, but here we go again,whilst i was trying to call him to tell him my grandad was just had emergency heart surgery and didn’t make it,  he was at a party getting with the same girl.  AND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I FORGAVE HIM, AGAIN. so we were committed again and he called me and i roasted him and so he begged for me not to go and said he didn't want that other girl and that she was just a distraction because he missed me, even added that he was going to cut ties with her because he loved me. so the next day he did, not... he did not, because if you haven't already realized this boy is the biggest liar i have ever met. so we were together again, and i later found out he was still messaging her pathetically, trying so desperately to get her attention, and he made me feel like shit he really did, some of the verbal abuse hit me deep down to my core. (i’ll just add here that he had sex with that girl whilst we were having sex) anyway, after he betrayed me 3 times, he promised it was never going to happen and that i’m all he wanted and that he would protect me. skip to the end, he went to a party and got with 4 different girls, lied about it, and then blocked me on everything when he found out that i had found out. that was a very short way to end it but it was dragging on. WHERE I AM NOW; am i still broken? yes very, unlike him i truly felt in love and that isn't something that is easy to brush off. what do i think of him now? let’s just say i really had hope for him to change, in fact i was the only one who believed in him in the end, i was the only one who cared deeply, but well now? lets just say a tiger can’t change its stripes. he found me as a bitter monster and left me when i became pure and sweet. i found him as a pure and sweet boy with potential, and when he left me he left me as a bitter, manipulative, lying, monster. funny how the world works.

 it’s a long journey and my heart still aches from time to time, but if he wanted to put that sort of life style before someone who truly cared and loved him, then i know that he doesn't deserve me. those big brown eyes are as cold as ice, his heart of gold turned to stone and the boy i fell in love with it not the same one that broke me.

he made me lose my place in the world, he made me second guess my worth and my right to wake up everyday, i felt like numb worthless space.  i know who i am now and i’m ridiculously proud of myself, and i can not wait until i find someone who i can love and not fear.  i will just keep adventuring until i bump into someone, the right someone, who appreciates every little thing i do, because if i could love the wrong person this much, i cant imagine how much i can love the right person.

 so until then i will keep growing, because there’s a bubbly 15 year old who deserves it. -S.a.o 6th of November 2017

#story #love #heartbreak #sad #happy

[mackingofdumb-blog]

So i don't know why, but i came up with an writing idea that i may not write (cuz i have to do a shitload of homework and projects, tests and exams for hell school) yesterday in my history class (and yes it has sth to do with history btw but also magical powers i guess and also prehistorical animals) and i really wanna tell you guys. If you want, you can help me make this idea better.

Two girlfriends (i will talk more bout them later) who one of them has the power of going back in time while the other has the power of stopping time. They go back in time from the mesozoic era, the neolithic era to the medival era and even in the war worlds and many more historical battles. And in each timeline, they would wear clothing from that certain timeline. Like if they end up in the Ancient Roman times, the would were togas or tunics, y'know.

From here foreward, i am not sure how to continue it and if its actually good and that cool or nah, but man i just wanted some time controlling lesbians that want to change the history of this world who one of the them just wants to change the world in a good way, while the other is just there having fun and being chaotic but later wanting to help her gf.

Like i said, if you wanna help i would be really glad, cuz i want help with like some other characters that would like have some other kind of powers and would also be antagonists. And also them to be lgbtqa+.

Before finishing the post, here are some info bout the two main characters:

• Rin Volkov

Prefered pronouns: She/her, they/them

Name meaning:

- Rin= cold, severe and dignified person

- Volkov= wolf

Nationality: Half japanese half russian

Appearence: black almost shoulder length hair, heterochromia (one emerald eye and one hazel eye), a scar on her left eye, a white bandage on her cheek, pale ivory skin tone, rectangle body shape, some bruises and scars on her body.

Main outfit: ripped denim black jeans jacket, band tee, green camo cargo pants and one black shoe and one white shoe all star converse

Accessories: sometimes she wears motorcycle green and black gloves, sometimes sunglasses, and most of the times baseball hats

Personality:

~ chaotic

~ severe and cold towards most people

~ respectful

~ yandere-ish

~ perverted

~ protective, kind and considerate towards the people she cares (plus affectionate and cheesy towards her gf)

~ funny

Things she likes: doing it with only girls, hot/spicy food, fighting, martial arts, boxing, history (not as much as her gf likes but still she likes quite alot of lessons), bringing chaos and destruction, plushies, video games, Claudia, dogs and wolves

Things she hates: pink and bright colors, sweets and desserts, dresses and skirts, people touching her gf (she is pretty possessive), one of the antagonists that i might create myself, romance genre, love songs, thanksgiving (it brings her bad memories and also doesnt see the point of it)

• Claudia Alicia Stan

Prefered pronouns: she/her

Name meaning:

Claudia= feminine of Claudius (Claudius= From a Roman family name that was possibly derived from Latin claudus meaning "lame, crippled". This was the name of a patrician family prominent in Roman politics. The ancestor of the family was said to have been a 6th-century BC Sabine leader named Attius Clausus, who adopted the name Appius Claudius upon becoming a Roman citizen. The family produced several Roman emperors of the 1st century, including the emperor known simply as Claudius. He was poisoned by his wife Agrippina in order to bring her son Nero (Claudius's stepson) to power. The name was later borne by several early saints, including a 7th-century bishop of Besançon)

Alicia= noble

Stan= shortened form of Stanislav

Nationality: 65% Romanian, 35% Spanish

Appearence: chocolate brown shoulder length with dark red lowlights and highlights, livestone skin tone, freckles, pecan eye color, some mosquito bites, bruises and scars on her legs, inverted triangle body shape

Main outfit: red short sleeve hoodie, black long sleeve shirt beneath the hoodie, dark blue ripped jeans with a rose, vans old skool sidestripe V, red, black and white

Accessories: dark red glasses (only when she reads books), white cat whiskers face mask, white and black belt, white choker

Personality:

~ bossy (not often)

~ tsundere

~ intelligent

~ logical and philosophical

~ sarcastic

~ serious

~ shy, quiet, a little cold towards strangers

~ can be funny too (tho her humor is dark)

~ generous

~ kind and helpful

Things she likes: boys and girls, reading, history, cooking, organizing things, helping others, sweets and desserts, hot/spicy food, seafood, playing team sports and tennis, geografy, video games, respecting the law, Rin, sex and sex jokes (this is actually a guilty pleasure of hers but she will never admit it to anyone except Rin in privite *insert lenny face*), classical music

Things she hates: skirts and dresses, telling lies (she was a compulsive liar due to her past but now she doesn't lie as much bit when she does she hates it alot), romance genre (not as much as Rin, but she still doesnt enjoy it), dancing (cuz she sucks ass at it), bananas

Ok whew, that was long. *porky pig voice* T-that's all folks!

#history #writing ideas #lgbt #lgbtqa+ #lgbtq #ocs #rin volkov #claudia alicia stan #original idea #den.txt

[abysmallyawesome]

Ilvermorny “Pretty Little Liars” AU 

  Two can keep a secret when one of them is dead. 

Tina, Queenie, Jacob and Credence are part of the popular clique that used to run the school, but the friends drift apart after their leader, Abernathy, mysteriously disappears during his sixth year. 

One year later, after the arrival of transfer student Newt, the former friends are all drawn back together when they begin receiving letters from someone using the name “A” who threatens to expose all their secrets - including long hidden ones that they thought only Abernathy knew. Under the cut for more details

Jacob Kowalski:  Wampus, 7th year. His secret is that he’s Muggleborn/No-Maj, something that he’s managed to keep hidden for 7 years. 

Jacob met Abernathy on the train to Ilvermorny in their first year. When asked if his parents were wizards, he blurted out yes. Abernathy quickly saw through this lie, but reassured Jacob that he had done the right thing hiding his heritage as Muggleborns were often mistreated. He convinced Jacob to keep up the lie and helped him construct a plausible background - “It’s okay, let me do the talking.” 

The lies quickly spiral into a huge messy web and Jacob’s convinced that should they ever come to light he’ll be shunned, expelled and all his future prospects ruined, a notion that Abernathy fed into and encouraged.

Porpentina “Tina” Goldstein: Thunderbird, 7th year. Hiding a secret about her parents’ death. She and Abernathy dated on and off throughout their Ilvermorny career, and it’s during one of those times that she confessed her secret to him.  

Queenie Goldstein: Pukwudgie, 6th year. Her secret is that she’s a Legilimens. 

The two sisters joined the clique in Queenie’s second year when Abernathy discovered that Queenie could read minds and decided that she’d be useful. He was something of a natural Occlumens, so her powers didn’t work on him. Abernathy liked to play both sisters against each other, ‘pretty one vs the smart one’. He manipulated Queenie into having a brief fling with him during one of times when he was dating Tina and this further increased the friction between them. He used to pressure Queenie into reading other people’s minds for him, in exchange for keeping her secret.

Credence Barebone: Horned Serpent, 6th Year. 

 Credence started out as a tiny, shy little first year, who barely talked to anyone. But he’s incredibly powerful and prone to explosive rages. Abernathy sae him lose it and go medieval on some bullies and from that day onwards took him under his wing. Credence was the most loyal to Abernathy among the liars because he’s just so happy to have friends. He takes Abernathy’s disappearance the hardest and is the link between the remaining liars afterwards.   

Credence’s secret is that he’s having an affair with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. 

Credence hits his growth spurt  when he turns sixteen and shoots up to 6 ft. It’s during that long, lonely summer after Abernathy’s disappearance that Credence meets Percival Graves. 

He meets "Percy” in a bar frequented by MACUSA workers, and when the older man assumes Credence is one of them, Credence doesn’t correct him. “Percy” tells Credence that he’s leaving New York at the end of the summer for a new job 'as a favour to a friend’, and he’s not looking for anything lasting. Nonetheless they have a brief, intense fling and promise that if they feel the same way in a year’s time they’ll meet again at the same bar the following summer. Credence returns to Ilvermorny convinced he’s met (and possibly lost) the love of his life. 

 He skips the welcome feast (because he always used to sit with Abernathy and he misses his friend and all he wants to do is lie in bed and daydream about his summer boyfriend) so it isn’t until the first day of class that they see each other.

Pukwudgie/Horned Serpent Double DADA:

Queenie: Oh cheer up, honey. Wait until you see how handsome the new Defense guy is. He’s just your type.  Credence: You don’t get it, Queenie. Nothing will ever cheer me up until I can see Percy again.  Graves, writing on the board: “Alright, settle down. My name is Professor Graves and for this year I’ll be your -” turns around and sees Credence “ -holy shit!” 

 (And of course they’re both horrified, and they both agree it can’t go on - a resolution that lasts a grand total of 30 seconds)

Newton Scamander: 7th Year, Thunderbird. 

Newt’s secret is the reason why he was expelled from Hogwarts. “A” threatens to tell the truth, that he actually took the blame for Leta, and as he’s still in love with her, he obviously doesn’t want that. 

Newt (and his elder brother Theseus) also knew Abernathy, their families were old friends and often spent part of their vacations with each other. Abernathy and Newt used to be pen pals, and so Newt not only knows (some) of the clique’s secrets, he’s also convinced that they know more about his disappearance than they’re letting on. 

Abernathy was the only person other than Leta who knew about the “Incident” so Newt believes once he finds out who Abernathy told, he will have found “A”.  

 And then to further complicate matters there’s “the Picquery thing”.

Seraphina Picquery, the new Headmistress, former DADA teacher and head of Horned Serpent. She doesn’t suffer fools gladly and as such was one of the few adults not to be taken in by Abernathy. During the fateful 5th/6th year, and shortly before his disappearance, Abernathy convinced his friends to take part in a prank that went horribly wrong, leading to Picquery getting severely injured (maybe that’s why she wears the turban, to hide the scars?) and the death of the previous headmaster.

Percival Graves: (Lets say his age about 24/25 here, ie old enough to convincingly be a teacher, but young enough that he can spend a year undercover and have no responsibilities that would suffer) 

Picquery is the friend, Graves is supposedly doing a favour for. Ostensibly, he’s taking a break from being an auror to teach DADA because she couldn’t find anyone to replace herself. But the real reason he’s there is to investigate the incident known as “the Picquery thing” and Abernathy’s disappearance. 

 He certainly didn’t intend to fall in love with one of his suspects, and a student to boot. Graves is rapidly losing control of the situation - every lead he has seems to point back to Credence and his little clique. 

And then, they find a body. 

One by one, five owls fly overhead dropping a letter for each of Abernathy’s former friends.

“I’m still here, bozos. And I know Everything.

-A”

#newt scamander #credence barebone #percival graves #gravebone #tina goldstein #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #abernathy #seraphina picquery #ilvermorny au #pll au #apparently abernathy is a teenage mastermind #i may do aesthetics for the rest of them later #why am i like this #absolutely not going to expand on this