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everythingelseisextra · 10 months

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The Women Of Birmingham

Request: No Description: After years of ruling alone, your power comes into question with the return of the men from war. An attempt to bargain goes awry. Warnings: Language, Canon-typical violence, sexism Word Count: 1999 Author's Note: Similar story, just edited and improved

Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it was burnt in one. There’s a certain precarious paranoia to leading, a kind of constant worry that the life you built for years will be taken away. At the same time, there’s pride. Strong, running through your veins in a way you hadn’t felt before you took power. That a woman, low-born and considered hopeless, had taken over Birmingham, ran the streets without mercy. The underworld belongs to you, Hades or Anubis or Hel, and you live as judge, jury, and executioner. Finally, for the first time in your life, you feel as though you’d made it.

Your women creep along the smoggy and filthy streets, sentinels in the constant tide of petty criminals and broken promises. It’s a small circle of trust you’ve created, one you regulate with an iron fist, because if someone questions you, tries to take over, they need to be gone. They need to be dead. Your reputation precedes you, and people bow their heads as you pass, murmuring greetings. Police avert their gaze. Drunkards stumbling away, worried they’ll disrespect you.

Before you took power, your mind was filled with fantasies, with helpless wishes of romance. The pattern on your wrist seems to match no one, and you’ve given up on checking. You don’t need a soulmate. You need the bloodthirsty stain on your soul, the lack of mercy in your hands, you need to be a bullet in a gun. Sometimes, while you’re sleeping, you get flashes; sooty, pale skin, terrified blue eyes, and claustrophobia.

During the war, your rule was unquestioned. The remnants of the Peaky Blinders focused on staying alive in the brutality of Birmingham. Your women kept the city moving, culling the wild edges of personality, succeeding without fail at maintaining order.

Then the men came home.

Thomas Shelby demands respect in silence. He’s done nothing to earn it but expects it regardless, seeking the same treatment you receive without doing any of the work. He knows you from afar. His movement within the city has so far been respectful, keeping to himself, twisting the thoughts of others and slowly building his reputation. Now, though, you watch as his meddling fingers toy with the edges of your territory; the racetracks.

You could lose them without taking a hit. That’s not your concern. As soon as he sets his sights on your territory, a war will start. It blossoms on the horizon, curling dark clouds into a hurricane, and you sit in silence and wonder to yourself how to nip it in the bud.

“Kimber still follows your orders. You don’t need to do anything. It’ll take care of itself.” Mary, a small woman with eyes like a falcon’s and a mind like a steel trap, leans on the table you sit at, looking down at you. Your eyes flick up to meet hers, and she looks away, stepping back, realizing her mistake.

“You don’t understand the Shelbys. If it’s not this, it’ll be something else.” You lean back, toying with the knife in your hand.

“Okay. Yes. Sorry.” She bows her head and you smile faintly, running a finger along the edge of your knife.

“Speak with Grace. Confirm that tomorrow is Black Star Day. I don’t trust Campbell.” Your lip curls at the name. “Send me Rose on your way out.”

Mary nods and steps back, leaves the room without another word. You sigh, return to carving out symbols on the table, turning the dark wood into hollowed out flaxen. This restaurant you sit in, abandoned past sundown, appears ghostly in the hanging lights. All wood and smooth edges, grain hardly smoothed from the dark oak. The Dog House, it’s called, and it sits away from the chaotic ebb and flow, a station of rest for someone like you. Here, attention can shift from you, and you can blend into the shadows, sit away from the sights of those looking for guidance or orders. Usually, that is.

Rose wanders in. Of your women, she is most eloquent. A poet by nature, a liar by choice, she serves as your ambassador, your spokesperson, and your dealer. Talented and highly valuable, but fear backs even the bravest off their own skills.

You speak to her without looking up, stopping her in her tracks. “How afraid are you of Thomas Shelby?”

She shakes her head, eyes respectfully on the ground in front of her. “I’m not.”

“You will meet with him tonight and request a meeting before daybreak. You’ll have backup hidden around you. Might be able to prevent a gang war.” You flip your knife around your hand, spinning it thoughtlessly.

“As you want.”

You smile faintly. “Always as I want.”

Afterwards, you wish you could’ve heard them speaking. Wish you would have listened in, been close enough to hear the words exchanged. Tommy, standing there, hands in his pockets, head tilted, lips slightly parted, cap pulled low over his brow. Mary, sturdy as always, dress swirling around her ankles, pale cream coat loose on her shoulders. Feet inches away from a brownish puddle of Birmingham muck. And, you, in an alleyway behind them, knife clutched in your hand, ready. The weight of a gun on your hip, touching your thigh, consoles you, protects you, assures you. Ready. Across the road, two more sit in wait, ready to defend your sister in crime, as she speaks to a giant of the city.

It happens quickly. Mary finishes a sentence, Tommy nods, says a few words. Mary’s hand drifts to within her overcoat, where a gun sits in ready, slow, methodical, as though he wouldn’t notice if she was casual.

A gunshot. Tommy’s hand, clutching a gun, raised at his side.

A small body dropping, splashing, covered in mud and sewage and the stench of the city’s outflow. Pale dress splattered with ruby and earthy brown and stinking gray.

Without thinking, without planning, you dart out from the alleyway, come up behind him, and stab your knife into his shoulder, hard. Yank it out, go for another hit, then shoot back when he swings around. He takes two steps towards you, hand on his gun, then jerks back. Your backup has him by both arms, holding him almost off the ground in their grip. You pull your gun, prepare to shoot, line it up with his forehead. Stare without blinking into bright blue eyes.

His eyes widen, he squirms, tries to thrash out of the grip of the two women holding him, and fails. Then, he goes deadly, horrifyingly still. Not limp. Not a surrender. A steady, threatening wait, a predator biding its time, hunting. His eyes settle onto yours. You expect terror. You expect the flare of self-protective adrenaline to spark at you from the blue, expect something like begging for repentance in his expression. Instead, you meet ice. Your blood goes cold along with it, affected uncharacteristically by the lack of fear of death. What could push someone to stare the reaper in the eyes and not blink, even smile, prepared and ready?

By the time you find yourself, he’s speaking. “Listen.”

You laugh and press the cold barrel to his forehead. But, out of sheer curiosity, you stay quiet.

“If it’s war you’re looking for, you’re in the wrong place.” Blood drips from his back, but he stays steady, his eyes staring straight into yours.

It would be easy, so easy, to slit his throat. Watch the flesh separate, the blood spill out, all that brilliance inside of him wasted in seconds. You push your gun to his forehead, tilting his head back, and stare down at the vulnerable skin, pale and smooth, untouched.

As if reading your mind, his low voice speaks, and you feel you have no choice but to listen.“The Shelbys, the Lees, whoever is left from France…Lot of enemies you’d be making.”

You pause, then, in one breath, speak. “Drop him.”

His body hits the ground, hard, and you watch as blood billows out of his shoulder, stains the fine blue suit he wears. You step forward and kick him hard in the ribs. He grunts, curls into himself, stays down.

“An eye for an eye,” you say, just loud enough for him to hear it. “Don’t fuck with the women of Birmingham.”

“You’ve been meddling.” Campbell’s nasally, horrible voice bounces off your ears and hits hard against the cold walls.You stop in your tracks, stare at him in front of you, hair on the back of your neck raising as he speaks. “I thought we had a deal, though, I couldn’t expect the likes of you to understand loyalty.”

“Collateral damage.” You widen your stance in the alleyway as if prepared for a fight, blink through the fresh light of the dawn and focus on his silhouette darkening your path out. “Won’t happen again.”

“Oh, but it will.” He wags a finger at you, patronizing. “You… ladies have no self control. You understand me when I say, except for Grace, you aren’t meant for men’s jobs.”

You nod slowly, a sick feeling of disgust twisting around your spine, curl your hand into a fist, then relax it. “What do you want from me, Campbell?”

“‘Sir,’ to you. I’m doing you the justice of giving you a warning.” His smile turns his lips into thin slices of flesh, bulging where they meet the rest of his face. “I am tired of playing games. I plan to clean up this city and rid it of gangs and wild women like you once and for all.”

To a man who thinks himself a god amongst mortals, a warning and a threat are the same thing. You walk forward, continue your way through the alleyway, knock into his shoulder as you pass.

“I expected nothing less than a thank you!” He calls after you.

You let his words roll off your shoulders, continue on. Down the filthy sidewalks, eyes on your destination, only a few blocks ahead. Building upon building, all the same gray, square formation, cobblestone roads and children running and playing, horses spooking, men heaving hammers in niches. Clanging, laughing, vomiting, yelling. You block it out, set yourself in order, start to try to focus. A plan settles in your mind without much thought, a child of the panic throbbing your heart in extra beats, toying with your perceptions.

Your stomach flips when the risk dawns on you, the gambit you’re preparing to perform. As always, an iron grit pushes you forward, stubbornness of making a choice urging you towards the building you’re quickly gaining on. Rather roll the dice, put your life on the line, gamble with everything you have, than wither away, sit and watch, give up the ground you’ve taken. Women nod at you from enclaves, smile through their work to greet you, stop and wave as they hurry their children around. You return their salutes, though never offer a smile.

You open the front door without knocking, slip under a curtain, make your way up into the betting house, where gamblers make their shout and squint at papers and talk in loud, unhinged voices, and a blackboard chalks horse’s names in mediocre handwriting.

You find a man, any man, wearing a suit and pull him aside. He yanks his arm away from you as though you bit him, and you hold back a smile.

“What?!” He speaks as though his mouth is full, though you know for sure it’s empty, given how gaping it becomes.

“I need to speak with Tommy Shelby. Now.” You look past him into the bustling room, full of shouting, sweaty men, grinning and excited to throw away their money.

“Give me one reason not to throw you out.” The man steps closer to you. “Didn’t you stab him?”

Your hand slips into your pocket, toying with the hilt of your knife. “An enemy of his enemy is his friend. We have an objective in common, I believe.”

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adventure-showdown · 6 months

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What is the greatest Doctor Who story ever told?

Everything has been split into groups of 32 that I think are of similar levels of notoritiy, but likely not popularity. Seeding within the groups decides the matches. At the end of the round groups are paired up and mashed together to do it all again.

What that means right now is the order the matches below are listed in has no baring on what they'll be against in the next round

There will be 16 matches a day with Fridays off

Lastly, you can still submit propaganda for posts here

ROUND 1

ROUND 2

Day 16

The Metaphysical Engine or What Quill Did vs Alien Avatar

The Last Oak Tree vs Dead Man Walking

Black Hunger vs Dream-Eaters

From Out of the Rain vs Detained

A Day in the Death vs Nightvisiting

Fragments vs Taphony of the Time Loop

Lost Library of Ukko vs The Custodians

Sirens of Ceres vs Children of Earth

K9 and Company vs Regeneration/Liberation/The Korven

Mutant Copper vs Reset

For Tonight We Might Die vs The Lost

Miracle Day vs The Cambridge Spy

Mind Snap/Angel of the North/Last Precinct/Hound of the Korven/Eclipse of the Korven vs Fear Itself

Exit Wounds vs Something Borrowed

Co-Owner of a Lonely Heart/Brave-ish Heart vs Oroborus

The Fall of the House of Gryffen vs The Curse of Anubis

previous and future days under the cut - unfortunately i've had to get rid of the links because there were too many and the post broke, however they are all tagged #round 2

Day 1

The Mind Robber vs Galaxy 4

The Moonbase vs The Daleks' Master Plan

The Evil of the Daleks vs The Space Museum

The Gunfighters vs The Macra Terror

The Dalek Invasion of Earth vs The Celestial Toymaker

The Reign of Terror vs The Daleks

The Rescue vs The Ice Warriors TIE

The Ark vs the Romans

The Tenth Planet vs The Web Planet

An Unearthly Child vs The War Machines

The Invsion vs The Keys of Marinus

The Underwater Menace vs The Aztecs

The Edge of Destruction vs The Massacre

The Sensorites vs The Seeds of Death

The Chase vs Marco Polo

Planet of Giants vs The Time Meddler

Day 2

The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances vs Love and Monsters

Human Nature/The Family of Blood vs The End of the World

The Waters of Mars vs The End of Time

The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit vs Fires of Pompeii

Blink vs The Unquiet Dead

Boom Town vs Utopia

Army of Ghosts/Doomsday vs Father's Day

Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks vs Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways

Dalek vs New Earth

Rose vs Planet of the Ood

The Runaway Bride vs The Sontaran Stratagem/The Poison Sky

The Girl in the Fireplace vs Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead

Partners in Crime vs The Christmas Invasion

School Reunion vs The Stolen Earth/Journey's End

The Unicorn and the Wasp vs The Sound of Drums/Last of Time Lords

Tooth and Claw vs Midnight

Day 3

A Death in the Family vs The Eleven

Ship in a Bottle vs Blood of the Daleks

Albie's Angels vs Phobos

No More Lies vs UNIT Dating

Horror of Glam Rock vs Companion Piece

The Grey Man in the Mountain vs The Love Vampires

Human Resources vs The Widow's Assassin

The Company of Friends: Izzy's Story vs The Side of the Angels

Day of the Master vs The Crucible of Souls

1963: The Assassination Games vs The Red Lady

Stranded vs The Sonomancer TIE

The Doomsday Chronometer vs The Silver Turk

Absent Friends vs The Eighth Piece

Paradox of the Daleks vs Better Watch Out/Fairytale in Salzburg

Inside Every Warrior vs Robophobia

Stop the Clock vs To the Death

Day 4

The War Games vs The Abominable Snowmen

The Sea Devils vs The Time Warrior

The Time Monster vs Fury from the Deep

The Tomb of the Cybermen vs Terror of the Autons

The Three Doctors vs The Ambassadors of Death

The Highlanders vs The Power of the Daleks

Doctor Who and the Silurians vs Carnival of Monsters

The Faceless Ones vs The Daemons

The Enemy of the World vs The Monster of Peladon

The Mind of Evil vs Frontier in Space TIE

The Claws of Axos vs Inferno

Spearhead from Space vs The Ark in Space TIE

The Horns of Nimon vs The Seeds of Doom

Planet of the Spiders vs The Web of Fear

Colony in Space vs The Green Death

Invasion of the Dinosaurs vs The Curse of Peladon

Day 5

Vincent and the Doctor vs Closing Time

The Snowmen vs The Beast Below

The Doctor's Daughter vs The Rings of Akhaten

Vampires of Venice vs The Doctor's Wife

Gridlock vs A Town Called Mercy

The Wedding of River Song vs Amy's Choice

The Girl Who Waited vs Time of the Doctor

Hide vs Smith and Jones

The Eleventh Hour vs Curse of the Black Spot

A Christmas Carol vs The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone

A Good Man Goes to War vs Name of the Doctor

Dinosaurs on a Spaceship vs The God Complex

Day of the Doctor vs Asylum of the Daleks

The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood vs The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon

Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel vs 42

Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS vs Turn Left

Day 6

The Lumiat vs A Spoonful of Masters

Nightshade vs Rhys and Ianto's Excellent Barbecue

Solitaire vs Paradise 5

Serenity vs The Last Post

No Place vs The Hollow King

Warfare vs Square One

The Cars that Ate London! vs Out of Time

Iterations of I vs A Full Life

I am the Master vs Forever Fallen

The Creeping Death vs Expiry Dating

Peshka vs The Forgotten Village

First Days of Phaidon vs The Scorchies

Gallifrey IV vs The Queen of Time

Wink vs Death and the Queen

Too Many Masters vs Peri and the Piscon Paradox

The Concrete Cage vs The Fifth Citadel

Day 7

City of Death vs The Creature From the Pit

The Key to Time vs The Ribos Operation

The Keeper of Traken vs The Masque of Mandragora

Image of the Fendahl vs The Brain of Morbius

The Horror of Fang Rock vs The Armageddon Factor

Terror of the Zygons vs Mawdryn Undead

The Sunmakers vs The Androids of Tara

The Sontaran Experiment vs The Pirate Planet

Genesis of the Daleks vs Destiny of the Daleks

Warriors' Gate vs The Invasion of Time

The Stones of Blood vs The Hand of Fear

The Leisure Hive vs State of Decay

Logopolis vs Robot

Full Circle vs The Face of Evil

The Deadly Assassin vs Pyramids of Mars

Meglos vs The Robots of Death

Day 8

Heaven Sent vs Cold War

Under the Lake/Before the Flood vs The Zygon Invasion/The Zygon Inversion

Flatline vs The Return of Doctor Mysterio

The Angels Take Manhattan vs Dark Water/Death in Heaven

The Magician's Apprentice/The Witch's Familiar vs Empress of Mars

Smile vs Extremis

Hell Bent vs Knock Knock

The Rebel Flesh/The Almost People vs The Husbands of River Song

Mummy on the Orient Express vs The Power of Three

Twice Upon a Time vs Listen

Face the Raven vs The Eaters of Light

Robot of Sherwood vs The Pilot

The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang vs The Girl Who Died

The Pyramid at the End of the World vs Oxygen

Time Heist vs Deep Breath

The Lodger vs World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls

Day 9

The Bekdel Test vs The Blood Cell

Human Nature vs Doctor Who and Shada (fan novelisation)

The Book of the War vs The City of the Dead

The Adventuress of Henrietta Street vs The Stranger

Mad Dogs and Englishmen vs The Crooked World

Anachrophobia vs Alien Bodies

Harvest of Time vs Interference

The Blue Angel vs Vampire Science

Lungbarrow vs The Turing Test

Oh No It Isn't vs The Eleven Day Empire/The Shadow Play

Living Legend vs The Gallifrey Chronicles

Engines of War vs The Year of Intelligent Tigers

Scratchman vs The Scarlet Empress

Psychodrome vs Camera Obscura

This Town Will Never Let Us Go vs Unnatural History

The Martian Invasion of Planetoid 50 vs A Photograph to Remember

Day 10

The Caves of Androzani vs Warriors of the Deep

Revelation of the Daleks vs Paradise Towers

Snakedance vs The Mysterious Planet

The Visitation vs Ghost Light

Survival vs The King's Demons

Black Orchid vs Battlefield

Planet of Fire vs Frontios

Attack of the Cybermen vs Enlightenment

The Curse of Fenric vs Mindwarp

Terror of the Vervoids vs The Mark of the Rani

Kinda vs Trial of a Time Lord

The Two Doctors vs Earthshock

The Five Doctors vs The Ultimate Foe

Terminus vs Vengeance on Varos

Castrovalva vs Ressurection of the Daleks

Delta and the Bannermen vs Remembrance of the Daleks

Day 11

Whatever Happened to Sarah-Jane? vs Kerblam!

Flux vs The Caretaker

Eve of the Daleks vs Revolution of the Daleks

Praxeus vs Last Christmas

Village of the Angels vs Revenge of the Slitheen

The Ghost Monument vs War of the Sontarans

Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror vs Resolution

The Tsuranga Conundrum vs The Haunting of Villa Diodati

Demons of the Punjab vs Eye of the Gorgon

The Halloween Apocalypse vs Rosa

The Woman Who Fell to Earth vs Once, Upon TIme

Ascension of the Cybermen/The Timeless Children vs Spyfall

The Power of the Doctor vs Can You Hear Me?

Invasion of the Bane vs Fugitive of the Judoon

It Takes You Away vs The Witchfinders

Arachnids in the UK vs Thin Ice

Day 12

Downtime vs Sil and the Devil Seeds of Arodor

Dalek Weetabix advert vs The Fallen

Divided Loyalties vs The Land of Happy Endings

Summoned by Shadows vs Space in Dimension Relative and Time

More than a Messiah vs Step Into the 80s/On Through the 80s

Famine Appeal vs The Devil of Winerborne

Unnatural Selection vs Lepidometry for Beginners

Ground Zero vs Merry Christmas Doctor Who

The Zero Imperative vs When to Die

Fear Itself vs 12 Doctors, 12 Stories

Zygon: When Being You Just Isn't Enough vs The Room With All the Doors

The Terror Game vs Eye of the Beholder

Old Friends vs In Memory Alone

Wall's Sky Ray lollies advert vs Nothing at the End of the Lane

Something Borrowed vs The Flood

The World Shapers vs The Star Beast

Day 13

The Chimes of Midnight vs Minuet in Hell

The Holy Terror vs Spare Parts

The Happiness Patrol vs The Company of Friends: Benny's Story

Dragonfire vs The Company of Friends: Fitz's Story

Doctor Who and the Pirates vs Singularity

The Condemned vs The Greatest Show in the Galaxy

The Girl Who Never Was vs Neverland

Other Lives vs Caerdroia

Scherzo vs The Company of Friends: Mary's Story

Jubilee vs The TV Movie

The Harvest vs Seasons of Fear

Terror Firma vs Storm Warning

Zagreus vs Arrangements of War

Master vs The Natural History of Fear

The Marian Conspiracy vs The Apocalyse Element

Loups-Garoux vs The Kingmaker

Day 14

Death of the Doctor vs The Gift

Lost in Time vs The Mark of the Berserker

Small Worlds vs Secrets of the Stars

Sleeper vs Everything Changes

Countrycide vs To the Last Man

They Keep Killing Suzie vs Out of Time

Cyberwoman vs The Nightmare Man

Combat vs The Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith

The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith vs The Empty Planet

Random Shoes vs Adam

Goodbye, Sarah-Jane Smith vs The Mad Woman in the Attic

Prisoner of the Judoon vs Ghost Machine

The Curse of Clyde Langer vs The Lost Boy

The Last Sontaran vs Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

Sky vs The Day of the Clown

Mona Lisa's Revenge vs Captain Jack Harkness

Day 15

Time Crash vs Tardisodes

Dreamland vs Dr Who and the Daleks

Shada (webcast with 8) vs The Battle of Demons Run: Two Days Later

Ronald Rat Continuity Announcement vs Pond Life

P.S. vs The Shrink

The Daleks' Invasion of Earth 2150AD vs Doctorin' the TARDIS

Farewell, Sarah-Jane vs The Infinite Quest

Shada (1992 version with linking narration) vs An Adventure in Space and Time

Night of the Doctor vs The Doctor's Meditiation

Real Time vs Dimensions in Time

Clara and the TARDIS vs The Great Detective

Rain Gods vs Scream of the Shalka

Doctor in Distress vs Space Time

Night and the Doctor vs The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot

Shada (2017 animated reconstruction) vs Born Again

Search Out Space vs The Curse of Fatal Death

#doctor who #round 2

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non-cannon · 10 days

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Amber Millington from House of Anubis and Aphrodite from Hercules the Legendary Journeys/Xena Warrior Princess would get along so well. Like if there was a crossover you should be scared of this platonic power couple united in fashion and match making (and the color pink and appearing to be dumb blonds but actually much smarter than they look, and being much kinder than you would expect).

#house of anubis #amber millington #aphrodite #xena warrior princess #hercules the legendary journeys

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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French

Media House Of Anubis

Character Jerome Clarke

Couple Jerome X Reader

Rating Cute

I sighed as I slipped my tie around my neck and flattered my collar down finishing gathering up my homework in my bag as I tied my school tie, "Y/n? you coming were gonna be late!" I yelled as I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed into the entryway,

"Coming!" She called as she scampered down the stairs strands of her hair in between her fingers as she braided her hair, her little red scrunchie around her wrist ready to tie up her braid, her usual uniform of little black shoes, grey socks, a grey skirt, white shirt, grey jumper and school tie all perfect for the day ahead with her satchel bag over her shoulder, I looked her up and down as she came down. "How do I look?"

"You look fine, as usual." I playfully rolled my eyes, "Come on let's go already,"

We headed out of Anubis house and began to walk towards the main school building,

"French class first period," She smiled as she added her scrunchie and tossed her braid over her shoulder,

I nodded, "God, I hate french."

"The class? or the Launague?"

"Both."

She giggled, "I like it, I think it sounds romantic."

"Romantic,"

"I think so, learning french means I don't have to wait for the English dubs of miraculous ladybug episodes,

"Of course, that's why you like it," I laughed, "I just find it boring, and annoying to learn, and I keep getting low grades on the speaking tests."

"Becuase you don't don't add accents, Jerome,"

"yeah cause I sound stupid," I answered, "hello oui french baguette," I said doing the most dramatic accent I could,

She giggled as we walked, "oui monsieur, une baguette française serait fantastique, nous en aurons une en route vers le Louvre" she teased, (yes sir, a French baguette would be fantastic, we will have one on the way to the Louvre)

"oh je pense que oui, ça a l'air charmant," I joked matching her tone, (oh I think so, it looks lovely,) "on peut y prendre une baguette et un verre de vin rouge aussi" (you can have a baguette and a glass of red wine there too) I told her with an even more intense accent,

she Giggled a little "le vin serait délicieux, alors nous pourrons avoir de doux baisers" (the wine would be delicious, then we can have sweet kisses)

I laughed and decide to play along with her, "oh oui, je pense que ça sonne bien!" (oh yes, I think it sounds good!), I smiled at her, "des petits bisous pour moi ? bien sûr nous marcherons jusqu'au lourve, partagerons ensemble une baguette et un verre de vin puis partagerons un tas de doux baisers," (little kisses for me? of course we will walk to the lourve, share a baguette and a glass of wine together then share a bunch of sweet kisses,) I smiled, "ce serait très romantique" (that would be very romantic)

"romantique?" She smiled, "awww your sweet Jerome,"

I tried to hide my blush, "Hey!" I complained I gave her shoulder a little shove with my own, "I'm not sweet,"

"Awww yes you are Jerome," She smiled "As sweet as a macaron and hot chocolate under the Eiffel Tower," She giggled

"Stop!" I complained trying to hide as my face went red, "I'm not!"

"You are!" she giggled, "You and Alfie always run around with this bad boy prankster thing but when we alone with me," She smiled, "Jerome You're as sweet as strawberries",

"I have to keep up my image!" I whined, "You should be thankful, doesn't every girl want a bad boy?"

She shrugged "J'adore mon joli petit croissant" (I love my cute little croissant)

I almost stopped utterly speechless running it over in my mind if I heard her right, I tried to control my breath, "Y-You do?"

"Mhm," she nodded as she moved to her tiptoes and pressed a little kiss to my nose before heading into the school building,

I did my best to...BREATHE running after her where I found her at her locker sorting her paperwork, for a moment I didn't know what to say, what to do, but I felt like... if I don't make a move now...I never will, god sake I've had three years just do it,"Can I uhh can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, Jerome?"

"...Uhh I uhhh you know how we uhh were gonna be graduating soon?"

"Yes,"

"And uhh they are doing a big prom this year given we are uhh graduating and all... would uhh... would uhh" I began but I abandoned it, "Nevermind."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing, it's stupid don't worry about it,"

"Ohh? Alright, Jerome," She laughs with a shrug shutting her locker and going to head to class but I grab her arm,

"Wait."

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something important?"

"Sure, what is it, Jerome?" she asks holding her French book to her chest,

"....can I... Can I invite you to prom?" I blurted out,

"You want to go to prom with me?"

"Yes." I nodded even if my face was utterly red, "I know its a while away yet but I uhh I wanted to make sure I got chance to ask you well before graduation, It gives us a lot of time to plan, and I didn't want to make you feel like a last resort, you are uhh actually the first and only girl I've asked, or planned on asking, and I felt like if I waited I couldn't get the chance to go with you and... I didn't want to miss my chance and see you get asked by someone else, especially some jerk that might not treat you right," I explained even if I was blushing, stuttering and rambling.

She giggled, "You're sweet Jerome, you wanna go together?"

"Yeah,"

"As friends or... like a date?"

"As, as a date." I nodded

"A date? between us?"

"Yeah, a date."

she giggled and blushed a little fiddling with her books clutched to her chest and kicking her foot a little against the school floor "Je suis flatté, j'adorerais aller au bal de promo avec toi, comme ton rendez-vous romantique Jerome" (I’m flattered, I would love to go to the ball with you, like your date Jerome)

I froze up my heart pounding out of my chest, "You- You'll be my date?"

"I'd love to,"

"It's Official! You'll be my date!"

"It's official,"

I smiled and picked her up in my arms spinning her around as I hugged her tightly, before setting her feet back on the floor, "uhh we should get to French,"

"We should come on then mon joli petit croissant" she giggled (my cute little croissant)

"Coming," I smiled happily heading to the French room with her,

#jeromeclarke #jerome clarke #houseofanubis #house of anubis #sibuna #eugenesimon #eugene simon

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noellawrites · 2 years

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Mystery Man - Yandere!Jerome Clarke x reader

summary: when you begin getting notes and gifts that border on creepy, your friends are concerned. you, however, are simply lovesick and flattered.

warning: stalking-adjacent, animal heart (not a vivid description), talk of death, just creepy-ish behavior

The very first note had been slipped under your door in the middle of the night. Your roommate, Patricia, had been the one to find it.

“To (y/n), my love. If I ever had to live without you, I would simply die. Your beautiful face breathes light into my tragic and dark life. From, your mystery man,” Patricia read, laughing as she finished reading the letter.

“Is this seriously for real? Because if it is, it’s really creepy,” Patricia announced, handing the note over to you. It had been written in block lettering on plain parchment paper.

“I’m not sure, I think we should investigate,” you said, furrowing your brows in confusion. Who would write a note like this? Was someone trying to prank you?

“You know me, I’m always down for a bit of sleuthing!” Patricia nodded.

As the two of you put on your uniform, you hatched a plan to get samples of everyone’s handwriting.

—

“Yes, it’s a petition to allow pets to live with us in the halls. If you could handwrite your name here and sign right here,” you pointed out to Amber as she agreed.

“I would love to bring my Persian kitty from home. Dad hates feeding Princess when I’m gone,” Amber sighed.

“Looks like we’ll have two sour pusses in Anubis then,” Jerome laughed, Alfie joining in and giving him a high five.

You held back a laugh and grabbed a bagel, slathering it with cream cheese for an easy breakfast to go.

“We’re bringing it to Sweetie’s office before second bell, so I expect you all to sign right now,” Patricia yelled, urging Fabian to write quicker.

You snuck a quick glance around the table. Who would’ve written that note to you? You decided against Fabian since he was already dating Nina. And probably not Jerome, you thought he liked Mara. Maybe it could be Eddie? No, he was still pretty new. Probably didn’t even know which room you lived in. You let out a deep sigh of frustration.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jerome asked as he tossed on his sweater and grabbed his bag.

“I’m just… worried about the petition,” you lied.

Jerome seemed to immediately recognize your fib, but didn’t question you. The two of you didn’t even talk much anyway, so you assumed he was just being polite and didn’t really care.

“Jerome, sign!” Patricia yelled, tossing the clipboard to Jerome who caught it just in time.

—

At lunch, you and the other Anubis girls sat together in the school lounge, taking turns looking at the note.

“Well, none of us wrote it. I don’t think we’d be that cruel,” Mara shrugged, handing the note to Nina for her to examine.

“You think it’s a joke?” you asked. You hoped it wasn’t someone pranking you. If it was, you’d be sad and pretty embarrassed. For once, you thought someone saw you. The person you really are. Maybe you had just been too hopeful.

“If you get another note, it probably isn’t a joke. I just couldn’t see someone doing this for a laugh,” Nina offered.

“I knew you didn’t really care about the hall pet rules!” Amber huffed.

“Sorry, Amber. It was the best plan we could think of,” Patricia apologized.

“I honestly think the note is creepy. ‘I would simply die’? ‘My tragic and dark life’? Pretty scary,” Amber offered, handing the note back to you.

You traced the letters on the parchment paper. None of the petition signatures matched the note’s handwriting, and it was very different from Trudy and Victor’s handwritings, too. But who else had access to Anubis house? Could someone be breaking in? It was too much for you to think about.

“I’m feeling a headache coming on. I think I’m going to go back to Anubis house and take a nap,” you sighed.

The other girls nodded and you hugged Patricia before taking off back to the house.

—

You made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with filtered water from the fridge. Leaning over the center table, your elbow brushed against a piece of paper. It was for the opening celebration for the Treasures of Egypt Expedition next week. You’d almost forgotten, with all the schoolwork you had along with trying to figure out your admirer’s identity.

Trudging up the stairs to your room, you noticed Victor’s absence from his office. He was pobably keeping a watchful eye over the Exhibition’s setup.

When you unlocked your room, you gasped in shock. Violets and Roses, hundreds of them, lay scattered across your bed, desk, shelves, the floor and even inside your closet. On your pillow was one single note on the same parchment paper that was burning a hole in your pocket.

“Roses are red

violets are blue

I’ll live in dread

if I can’t have you” you read aloud.

Patricia and the others would probably tell you to call campus security, but you were thrilled. You couldn’t be happier, in fact. Someone really, really loves you and wants to show you. You just really wish he’d reveal his identity.

Deciding to simply climb under the covers instead of removing the flowers from your bed, you drifted into a lovesick slumber.

—

“What in the bloody hell?” Patricia yelled as she slammed the door behind her. You blinked awake as she threw her tote bag onto her own bed.

“Was this your mystery stalker?”

“Admirer,” you corrected, “and I find it sort of sweet.”

“Was there a note at least?” Patricia balked.

You handed it over and watched Patricia examine it.

“This is really, really creepy (y/n). I know you like the attention but we need to tell Trudy or something,” Patricia seethed.

“Take that back!” you gasped. How could she be so cruel?

“I will not take it back! This person broke into our room! I’m not even safe anymore!” she yelled.

“You’re definitely safe, Patricia. You’re just jealous because this guy obviously doesn’t like you,” you growled. All of a sudden, your unlocked door was thrown open.

“What in the world are you two yelling— oh my god,” Mara gasped, Amber and Nina coming in right behind her.

“I think it’s quite romantic, actually. You’ve got a Romeo!” Amber squealed. At least someone was on your side.

“Yeah right, and it’ll end in a double suicide, too,” Patricia groaned.

“I think we should all join together and investigate this person. Four of us are more likely to catch him than one,” Nina suggested.

“Okay, I’m in,” you agreed, and Amber and Patricia nodded in solidarity. This mystery wouldn’t stand a chance against you five.

—

One week and four surprises later, the five of you were still nowhere close to solving the mystery. In fact, you were all exhausted. If you set up the camera in front of your room, a bloody lamb’s heart with a sappy love note would be sitting on the living room table the next morning. If you held a stakeout in the living room, all five of you were asleep and a surprise was in your room the next morning.

This morning, however, the newest gift was hanging right over the foot of your bed. It was something hanging in a black garment bag. You opened it as Patricia dressed on her side of the room.

“Oh my god, Patricia! It’s the Vivienne Westwood dress I bookmarked last month!” you gasped, holding the dress up to you. It was your favorite color and hit just above the knee, with a cut that you knew would look flattering on you.

You had saved the dress to your bookmarks on a whim, knowing you had no way of affording the six-hundred-quid dress and probably would never. You were elated that this mystery man had paid attention, even if he had slightly invaded your privacy.

“Oh great, that means he has access to your computer, too,” Patricia groaned.

“I can’t believe it! Now I don’t have to wear that dress I brought from home. Oh my gosh, does this mean he’s going to reveal his identity at the opening tonight?” you gasped, ignoring Patricia’s comment.

“It definitely does, look at the note he left,” Patricia said, handing the note she’d picked up from the floor back to you.

“My love (y/n), I gift you the most beautiful dress for the most beautiful girl. I shall sweep you away and give you the most memorable night of your life. From, your mystery man,” you squealed after reading aloud.

—

“This is majorly weird. I think you should tell the event’s security in case he tries to kidnap you,” Mara sighed.

“Yeah, what if this has been Rufus the entire time? He’ll try to do something crazy again,” Patricia added, leaning back on the living room couch.

You watched as Fabian entered the room, grabbing a roll from the table and coming towards your group.

“Is this about your romantic Romeo?” Fabian asked you, the ghost of a chuckle in his throat. You nodded, then Nina leaned to look at Fabian, who stood above her.

“Did you ask the guys about it?” Nina asked him.

“Yeah, none of them knew anything about it. Sorry,” Fabian apologized.

“Well, tell them to keep an eye out at the dance, especially on (y/n),” Patricia sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Patricia, for the last time, I am not in any danger!” you gritted.

“Oh really? ‘Sweep you away’? ‘most memorable night of your life’? he’s obviously planning on kidnapping you!”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but I agree with Patricia. The notes and gifts have been kinda creepy since it started,” Nina agreed.

“Alright, I’ll let them know. See you later,” Fabian said, then leaned down to gently kiss Nina’s head. You couldn’t help but want what they had. Since you had been part of Sibuna since the beginning, you’d watch their relationship develop.

—

“Still no sign of mystery man?” Amber asked, handing you a new cup.

“Nope, I’m starting to think Mara and Patricia might be right,” you grumbled, taking a sip of the punch.

“They’re just jealous. I’m sure he’ll find you soon,” she said, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Did you spike this punch?”

“It wasn’t me, I promise! Might as well drink it anyway,” she shrugged, pouring more into her cup. You rolled your eyes and joined in.

“(Y/n), may I have this dance?” A voice sounded from behind you.

You turned around to see Jerome in a matching tie, hand outstretched to you.

Amber squealed and ran away, no doubt alerting the other girls of the news.

“And that would make you my mystery man?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Mystery man I am. And for the record, I do think I might die without you,” he laughed. You took his hand, grinning as he led you to the dance floor.

“Good thing we’ve found each other, then.”

“Indeed. And the dress really does look very beautiful, but not quite as beautiful as you. Close match, though,” Jerome said as a slow dance song rang through the speakers.

“How did you even get that dress?” you asked in amazement.

“Pretty easy. I caught the train to London and stole it from Harrod’s. I risked jail time for you, that’s how you know I love you.” He poked you right below the collarbone playfully, still swaying along to the music.

“I can’t believe it’s been you, this whole time. The roses, the notes, the lamb’s heart? You’ve gone above and beyond to earn my love, Jerome.”

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t make a giant display of my affection? I enjoyed freaking out Patricia as well, but there’s still more fun to be had. I spiked the punch,” he said, leaning down to whisper the last part in your ear.

“C’mere you silly, beautiful man,” you giggled, pulling Jerome into a deep kiss.

#jerome clarke x reader #jerome clarke imagine #house of anubis x reader #house of anubis imagine #jerome clarke #house of anubis

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samvibesz · 1 year

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House of anubis icons/pfp

#house of anubis #house of anubis icons #sibuna #mistério de anubis icons #nickelodeon icons #house of anubis pfp #misterio de anubis #matching house of anubis #jade ramsey #jade ramsey icons #brad kavanagh #brad kavanagh icons #house of anubis cast

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houseofanubis-1hourversion · 11 months

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A new way to organize and experience the House of Anubis TV Show episodes .

reddit post

I always personally disliked how Anubis organized their episodes in either 12 minutes or 21, it always felt way too short for a pretty dense show that would match much better with the style of 45 minutes episodes. So the idea was to create a NEW WAY to watch and experience the show. This first image tells you how it would in theory look like. 4 episodes together as one video, except for the first and final ones that have 5 eps. (and the last but one ep for organization purposes). I also find that with larger episodes, it's much easier to keep track of what is going on in the series since there is always a LOT going on with all the characters and subplots.

Inside, the video would also be separated as chapters, so you know in which original episode you are, you can also check the name of the episode easily which I find very important. Foreign DUBS and SUBS are welcomed to be added to the videos, so we can have it in many languages. The matching would be done using the MKVToolNix, which is lossless.

#house of anubis #houseofanubis #nickelodeon #sibuna #hoa #hoa s1 #dark academia #nina martin #jerome clarke #patricia williamson

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thestobingirlie · 1 year

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How disastrous do you think a House of Anubis and Stranger Things crossover would be?

are we thinking hoa characters in the st universe, or the other way around? because i honestly think patricia could get rid of vecna in a day, baby. and jerome was out here trying to murder rufus, so i think he could handle all that cult shit.

that being said, i don’t know if the groups would match well. a lot of personalities in one room lol.

#patricia williamson #jerome clarke #house of anubis #stranger things

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anbubisibuna · 1 year

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Das Haus Anubis

Boys From a Magazine.

That is probably just me. But the colors of the names irc me kinda. hahaha Daniel isn't red he is blue. And Kaya is Orange and Felix red. Magnus is purple and Max is green. You can't just... this are basic rules like thursday is 7 or 7x7= 49. Or math is red.

Daniel Gutenberg

Translation:

Familie: The reserved Daniel doesn't like to talk about his family and his feelings. In the internaat the Sibunas are his family. (Did they forgot that he has an uncle?)

Love: Nina is his big love. The two already made it through many crisis and also found their way back together after Ninas crushing on Benny. ( Why is her cheating always so normalized? Or rather glorified. "Like, they made it through something that most couples wouldn't go through, and became stronger because of that." )

Most Romantic Act: To show Nina how much she means to him, Danie one time hide a Bouquet of roses in her school locker. ( That was Kayas idea actually.)

Biggest Wish: Finally solve all secrets of the house and dispel the curse forever.

Role In the Clique: The Thoughtful One. Daniel has a smart head and has a solution for every problem.

Kaya Sahin

Family: Kayas father is a successful businessman, who wants his son to follow in his footsteps.

Love: Before Lotte, Kaya was already with Delia and Mara. He falls in love quickly but when he has decided himself for a girl, he is absolutely faithful to her.

Most Romantic Act: Kaya isn't that romantic, that's why his romantic actions often fail.

Biggest Wish: Getting an athletic scholarship in a high school in the US.He is training even harder than usual this school year.

Role in the Clique: The Good looking One. Almost every girl had a crush on Kaya had one point. ( They could have wrote that he is the Sporty One. But they decided that he has no personality.)

Felix

Family: Felix' father is super strict and doesn't think much of his son's pranks. That's why he almost wanted to put him in an Internaat in Switzerland.

Love: For years Felix had been head over heels in love with Delia. So far, however, his beloved has not heard him.

Most Romantic Act: As Delia didn't had a Company to the school Prom, Felix let roses rain over her and accompanied her.

Biggest Wish: That Delia finally realizes how good they match and that she becomes his girlfriend.

Role in the Clique: The Jokster. With his funny jokes and his weird ideas he makes his friends laugh over and over again.

Magnus

Family: Magnus' father was innocent in prison for a long time. Magnus suffered a lot because of this, because he doesn't get along well with the rest of his family.

Love: Rough shell - soft core. Magnus, who is so tough on the outside, shows his vulnerable and caring side with his big love Mara.

Most Romantic Act: That he turned against the bad guy Raven out of love for Mara and saved her.

Biggest Wish: Stay with Mara and protect her from all evil.

Role in the Clique: The schemer. Magnus always wants to know exactly what's going on at the internaat and sometimes manipulates the others to get to his goal.

Max

Family: Max made a huge secret about his family at the beginning. No wonder his father is the principal Altrichter.

Love: Max and Luzy aren't together for long. Although they like each other, misunderstandings and secrets make life difficult for them.

Most Romantic Act: The imaginative surprise picnic Max arranged for Luzy to reveal that he is her secret admirer. ( She ran away screaming after that)

Biggest Wish: To become a famous photographer one day, and travel around the world.

Role in the Clique: The New One. Max has only been in the clique for a few months and hasn't found his place in the boys' group yet.

#das haus anubis #magnus von hagen #daniel gutenberg #kaya sahin #felix gaber #max ludwig

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tinkerbelldetective · 4 months

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Those Christmas Lights

Happy holidays, @fakeosirian ! I hope you enjoy this gift! Thank you, @incorrectsibunaquotes , for organizing this cool Sibuna Secret Santa event!

🎁

Bright lights weave in and out of the designs in the staircase, manicured fingernails moving with intense precision. Anyone else would wonder how on Earth Amber Millington could possibly be so quiet, but she's gotten a bit better at sneaking around after hours. One has to when friends are in danger. Or when a house needs decorating.

Any other time, Amber would be going home for the holidays, but not this year. She couldn't. Not when Nina needed her. Not when Sibuna was on a mission. So, she was going to make Anubis House look like a Millington winter wonderland. Even Trudy would be impressed.

The clock's ticking seemed to grow, and Amber had tested her luck enough. Fridge raid excuses only work once, she finds. The stairs creak ever so slightly as she steps slowly, running quietly to safety as soon as she reaches the top.

🎄

"What is the meaning of this?" Victor's index finger lifted a red bulb from its place against the banister.

Trudy stepped into the hallway, sending Victor a warm smile.

"Good morning, Victor! Vera had some shopping to do, so I offered to take over for breakfast this morning. Would you like some tea?"

Victor frowned, gesturing to the lights around the banister. "Did you do this?"

"No, but it looks lovely! Wouldn't you agree? I think one of the girls may have done it this morning before everyone woke up."

Victor hummed, unconvinced that this was anything done in good spirits, perhaps to get on his nerves.

"Trudy!" Alfie's voice carried through the house as he rushed towards her.

"Will you pleasee make some of your biscuits with the sprinkles?"

Trudy laughed, patting him on the shoulder, her answer lost on Victor as he pulled out of the conversation. The Christmas lights took over all conversation for the day, much to Victor's chagrin, and not even Vera seemed bothered by the string of lights.

🎄

Fabian stared at the checklist Amber held in her hands, doing a double take to confirm that, yes, it was indeed a checklist.

"Amber, what exactly is that?"

She pressed the list into his hands.

"I still need a tree, garland, more lights, and mistletoe." Amber paused, and if Fabian's life was a cartoon, he was sure there would have been a lightbulb, perhaps a festive one, lighting up over his friend's head. "Fabian! Could your uncle lend a girl some Christmas decorations?"

"I'd have to ask Jasper. Maybe he can get some when he goes back into town."

Nina shifted beside him, having been quiet this whole conversation.

"That's a great idea! And then we can get inside the library and look for more information to help us with the next task! Amber, you're brilliant!"

Amber flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder with a proud smile.

"I know."

For now, despite the marks they shared, they tried not to think about the tasks, only biscuits and cakes and the bright lights that were going to be filling the house.

🎄

"Ow! That's my hand!"

"Sorry, Fabian. You need to move faster. And move to the left!"

The tree shifted slightly, pushing Fabian closer to the wall. Jasper had found a dusty artificial tree in the back of the shop with even dustier lights to match, but Amber was unperturbed.

"What on Earth- is that a Christmas tree?"

Joy's voice was almost a whisper, fading into bewilderment.

"How did you manage to get that in here without Victor noticing?"

"Hurry up and plug it in, Fabian!"

"The lights aren't even!"

"Fix it later!"

Fabian grumbled, bending down into branches of plastic, plug hitting the edge of the outlet several times before red and yellow filled his eyesight. He grimaced, lowering himself further to the floor before crawling out like a kid under a restaurant table.

Joy seemed impressed, but crossed her arms, "You still haven't answered my question."

"We hid it in my room until he fell asleep."

Joy smiled wide, the way she used to, and fixed her robe.

"I know exactly what that tree needs. Meet me down here tomorrow."

They were going back down into the tunnels tomorrow. Not that Joy needed to know that.

Amber shook her head no, causing Joy to furrow her eyes and frown.

"No can do, Joy. Tomorrow's the long routine tomorrow."

"Again? Amber, you hogged up the bathroom for four hours last time!"

"Which is exactly why tomorrow is a no."

"Ugh, fine. But the day after."

Joy sighed, sneaking her way up the stairs, and Amber waited until she was out of sight to turn to Fabian, who stared at her with worried, possibly pleading eyes.

"You're not really going to spend four hours in the bathroom, are you?"

"Not all of us can use 2 in 1, Fabian. Besides, if we’re going in the tunnels again, I need to have enough time to do a face mask and relax. Thanks for the help."

🎄

Nina balanced against Fabian as she stood on her toes to place the ornament she had found in the attic near the top and back of the tree. Sarah had made it. While Nina feared Victor would see it, it deserved to hang once again. The light hit the ball just right, sending dazzling shadows against the wall and a warm feeling through Nina.

Fabian's eyes softened as Nina came back down to her feet, noticing the slight wetness on her cheeks. He slid an arm around her, tugging her into a side hug.

"You're a good person, Nina Martin."

The arguments died on her tongue when Nina noticed her reflection in the window, and a smile that wasn't quite hers.

🎄

Amber's checklist was as complete as it could be. Joy had managed to get ornaments for the tree. Nina and Eddie had popped popcorn for some truly unique popcorn garland. She had hung lights up around the house, much to Victor's continued confusion and dismay. Trudy had made her Christmas biscuits and cake. There was a gift for everyone under the tree, despite Jerome's best attempts to swindle and offer terrible ideas.

"I explicitly said I was gonna use the tv today to watch a movie!"

"And you had all morning to do it!"

Alfie's frantic attempts at escaping Eddie's reaches for the remote were killed by Patricia.

"Everybody shut up! Alfie is not going to miss Doctor Who!"

Eddie scoffed, and turned on his heels, retreating back to his room.

"Thanks, Trixie."

"Didn't you promise to watch a movie with him," Joy asked, and Patricia groaned.

"Fine. Fine."

🎄

Patricia knocked loudly before she entered the room, pushing Eddie over before settling in beside him, Bruce Willis greeting her from the laptop screen.

"Acquired some taste?"

"Shut up, slimeball."

And if Eddie yawned and stretched an arm over Patricia's shoulder, he didn’t tell anybody.

🎄

"Amber, what exactly are we going to do with all this stuff?"

The blonde blinked.

"We can always hide it in the tunnels," Alfie suggested, mouth full of a random assortment of food.

Fabian chuckled and pointed towards the tree, "Try fitting that through the bread oven."

#sibuna secret santa 2023 #house of anubis #my hoa writing

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multistoty · 1 year

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Random Facts About Mun Tag

This is a tag for random interesting facts about our ooc personas that also lack the doxing nature if necessary and help bridge the gap for people. I have never done something like this so I hope this is okay

Favorite Song?: Mine is faily odd as its Red and Black from the musical Les Miserables

If you were forced to watch only one movie for the rest of your life, what would it be?: mine would far from the maddening crowd or one of the original star wars

Most overhyped book or movie: Twilight on both accounts

Favorite dish at your favorite restaurant?: tamarind chicken

Favorite treat: blue lemonade and pretzels

Least favorite smell: moth balls and vineager

Favorite underrated piece of media: I am obsessed with Aurora Rising book series and there is no fandom

First Celebrity crush: Weirdly Old Obi-wan

first movie you saw: Fellowship of the ring

What piece of media reminds you of childhood? Smallville. One of our families cats is named chloe after that show

If you were a supernatural creature, what would you be, not what you want to be? As terrified of blood as I am, I would be a vampire for the days and nights mess up. seclusion. Stealing from the sun. Rooms filled with books

What childhood show were you obsessed with?: Mine was house of anubis

Favorite school subject: english and history

Funniest scar or injury story?: My childhood best friend and I were honor level perfect gpa highschoolers, but the two of us together was like spongebob and patrick. I am weirdly ocd with food when I could still eat so my friend wanted to help me open my soup that for some reason didn’t have a tap. We had no can openers so she procured a kitchen knife from the lunch lady and wouldn’t see reason. So when I tried to help her- we got matching scars. A new girl went to school and she asked about our scar and she said. “You want to know how i got these scars, a can of progresso soup.”

Whats your cellphone background: mine is my aunt before she passed with me when I was healthier and the other is my close friend who moved away

Weirdest collecting habit as a child?: I was the rocks kid

Natural haircolor: red

Favorite artist or musical: I am a musical junky but I will be eternally in love with the safe answer of POTO

Favorite book or story: The great gatbsy

Weirdest job or volunteer you did: I was a production assistant on a movie with Richard Speight and I was in middle school

Least favorite book you were forced to read in school: The count of monte cristo

Are you a cat or dog person?: Cats love me and I love them

Introvert or extrovert?: introvert tell the cows come home

Coffee or tea: mostly tea with a few exceptions

If you had to sing karoke what would be your go to: At the beginning or any broadway song

@malka-lisitsa @crownedhopelesss @heavenvessel @bcbliophile @seraphicsoprano@composer-of-the-night@westerosiqueens and more

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