#other farmer: Elijah

[andreal831]

Do you think that Hayley/Elijah/Jackson could’ve potentially worked as a throuple? 👀

I actually laughed when I read this question. Not because I think it would be impossible but because I think it would be absolutely wild. Maybe if the show was being run by more interesting people we could have had a storyline like this. It would make sense.

I mean on one hand, we have Hayley and Elijah who are in love and on the other hand we have a forced marriage. If anyone was going to have a throuple, they were primed for it. I have said it before but I don't believe the unification magic is so aware that Hayley and Elijah couldn't have stayed in a relationship. Also, no one proposed the idea of a throuple. I feel like that would have worked for the magic aspect of it.

If it did work, Hayley would have had to be the one to introduce it, and you know she would have. Hayley, especially at that time, was definitely a 'have your cake and eat it too' kind of person. And that is not a critique on her. She knew what she wanted and she went for it. So why not bring up the idea to the men.

Elijah would have been on board. He had been pinning after Hayley for like two years at that point and would have jumped at the opportunity to be with her in any way possible. He also has lived so long that I don't think it would have been strange to him. I joke that I love jealous Elijah but we really didn't get many scenes where he was obviously jealous. I feel like he was just, essentially, too old for that teen drama. So it wouldn't have bothered him that Hayley was also with Jackson. Especially because it would mean he got to be with her as well. Jackson would have been resistant for a variety of reasons. I can see him saying "That's not how we do things." But there definitely was a power imbalance there so I could see him caving and agreeing, but resenting it. So not a healthy throuple.

However, overtime, I could see Jackson and Elijah finding common ground. People love to say the men are so different, but they really aren't. They just wear different clothes. Jackson is more like a Mikaelson than he or the fandom want to admit. Jackson treats his pack similar to how the Mikaelsons treat their family. I think this is something Elijah and he could bond over. They've both had to make tough decisions, even bad decisions, in order to protect the ones they love. They've both also messed up a lot. They also both cared for Hayley and Hope which would likely be the first common ground they could come to.

I also love to think over time, given the chance, Elijah and Jackson would become friends. I can just see Jackson talking about hunting or some nature thing and Elijah just casually asking questions, trying to pretend he's not that interested. We view Elijah as an uptight business man, but let's not forget he was originally a farmer/warrior from what is present day Virginia. Elijah is a country boy. I would love a scene where Jackson is surprised by Elijah's knowledge of farming or hunting and then Hayley walks into an intense discussion about crop yields or the best way to skin a deer.

To me, it wouldn't ever be a true throuple, it would more likely be an open relationship. I just never got queer vibes from Jackson, but who knows. But if the show had focused more on character development and family, and less on drama, we may have actually seen a begrudging friendship and mutual respect from the two men. And Hayley would have truly benefited from that. But we all know how little Julie likes to let women have control over their relationships.

Thanks for the ask! These are always so fun for me.

#the show desperately needed throuples #it would have solved so many problems #why have love triangles #when everyone can be happy #obviously not on tvd #they were brothers #just wanted to clarify that #tvdu #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #the mikaelsons #hayley marshall #elijah mikealson #jackson kenner #elijah x hayley x jackson #haylijson ? #jaylijah ? #haylijah #jayley #fandom answers #tvd anon ask #tvd ask #fandom asks #anon ask #anonymous #tvdu metas #metas

[teecupangel]

This is gonna be long, honey soooo… buckle up.

We have Desmond linked to the God of Wine, Dionysus / Bacchus with this fic (show some love and kudos this please, I adore this concept).

However, what if Desmond by chance ( Isu bullshit)  that he absorbed when he touched the Eye as he time travels back In the Renaissance before the Auditore family execution event, it manifested in him having demi-god traits but with two Gods I have in mind.

1. Aphrodite or Venus, goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation. Accidentally becoming a matchmaker for people like Des incidentally shoved a man by mistake who the man then bumped into a woman, BOOM! the two madly fell in love at first sight and married with children or his charm increases, making people fall in love with Desmond. This adds angst if Desmond discovered this power,  He has low self-esteem and is severely traumatized (fuck you William for that). He would believe they really don’t love him especially the assassins and it’s just a illusion they do. Actually they do, the power only boosted his charisma but Desmond doesn’t know this shhhhh.

2. Eros or Cupid, god of carnal love. 16 year old Desmond with his newfound freedom after running away from the Farm. It’s no surprise he could be a sexually liberated man especially he’s a hot bartender to hook up in the back alley of Bad Weather. He might dabbled in BDSM, he’s a switch, but preferably doms. He also got a vasectomy to avoid impregnating a woman no Elijah in thishe believes that he shouldn’t have children, after having narcissistic father and possibly an emotionally neglectful mother can do that. An ability to sense lust or desires of a person in eagle vision could be possible.

With that being explained, regardless of which God, these abilities have pros & cons. Desmond when he is in the Renaissance, he’ll be low-key but he can’t stand out and without the currency to have a peaceful life, we needs a job. By some gift of the universe or it hates him. He ended up as a bodyguard of Rosa in Fiore by saving some courtesans from aggressive drunken men while in his clothes devolved in rags by the heat of the Eye when arrived, making him look like a beggar, good thing it was night time so his face wasn’t seen by the girls.

Its been weeks doing this job, Desmond have saved plenty coins but not enough to buy land far away and live his life maybe as a farmer or open a tavern. Lately, he been feeling unwell, no matter he drank to quench his thirst, his throat is dry as if he been in dessert with no water survive and started having hot flashes. It could just because of the clothes he donned, not a single silver lining of his skin is shown except the upper part of his face and hair but he was assumed it was if it were the fact he started having wet dreams, from memory of his many hook ups in New York or some constructed with people with no faces. He gets aroused, yes, but he has self-restraint but he also frustrated and losing his rationale.

“Dezmund~” Bianca, a courtesan who been attempting to lure him to bed. The other courtesans entertaining the patrons who had too much wine, too busy to notice the two, giving them a sense of privacy. “Bianca” he nodded with one brow raised at her. Bianca practically started to entice him with her usual flirting to him. You know what, fuck it, he thought, he proceeded to ———————

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Yeeeaaaahhhh…i won’t be too detailed so it won’t be overbearing. So giving you the mental picture is that Desmond used his knowledge of BDSM, blindfoled and tied Bianca and used her mouth to empty his frustration while he is still completely clothed. He gave her sweet aftercare and realizing his symptoms are gone and his mind is clear and —- oh fuccccckkkkkk he unintentionally created a chain reaction after this event involving himself more to the Brotherhood, the Auditore family and Leonardo

Anyway, thanks for reading this till the end, mwah <3

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Additions by teecup:

… that sounds like Desmond has the curse of an Incubus, needing to ‘unload’ his pent up energy to another person.

And you know who would be fascinated by it?

Leonardo Da Vinci.

Perhaps it was during one of the times that Leonardo went to a brothel to find ‘inspiration’. Maybe it was because he had been nursing a crush on Desmond who was unattainable to his eyes, a simple bodyguard meant to keep everyone safe.

He would see the complicated expression on his face. The frustration in his eyes.

And the flushed cheeks.

Oh, Leonardo would be smitten but he’d try to act like a friend, as any attraction he might have pales in comparison to his worries concerning Desmond’s wellbeing.

Desmond sees him and finds himself being unable to lie to Leonardo.

He needed to tell someone about his problems and he trusted Leonardo.

So Leonardo listens and…

Things start to snowball from there.

At first, it was simply Leonardo trying to help Desmond while studying his ‘affliction’.

Then it became more for the thrill and pleasure they would receive from one another.

Desmond becomes Leonardo’s muse and sometimes his model…

Maria Auditore saw Leonardo’s potential and started commissioning him…

Federico comes in to get one of the finished commissions and… finds Leonardo and Desmond in a very compromising situation.

Instead of leaving… Federico decided to join in.

And Desmond knew that Federico was hiding something but it would be a while before he realized that during this time, two years before the fated day that the Auditores would be executed, Federico was already on his way to becoming a member of the Brotherhood…

…

Also… maybe Leonardo and Desmond have an open relationship which will give us more option for Desmond to ‘partner’ up with (like maybe… La Volpe??? XD)

#desmond needs to have sex #for his health #lol #it would be funny if #all the persons desmond has sex with #find their true love afterwards #only leonardo doesn’t #because… #it’s actually desmond #they don’t realize it though #ask and answer #leodes #mentions of #desmond miles x oc #desmond miles x original character #desmond miles x original female character #assassin's creed #desmond miles

[sakura-rose12]

After a month of playing around with these new #oc’s, I’ve finally got a solid base. So let’s do a brief intro!

General world notes: land is split into sky islands, beneath is an ocean. Travel by airships. Islands can be as small as a village, some big as a multiple cities.

Vin (Vincent) is closed off to strangers, but since his island is so small, everyone considered each other family. He can be sarcastic, sassy and fun, but after his home was destroyed, all he can think about is revenge. He needs to learn to open up to others again. A farmer lad!

Susi is Vins best friend. Her family own a livestock farm. She’s loud, cheerful and has one heck of a punch! Which she likes to do in good nature so watch out! She gives everyone a nickname. Her home is destroyed and Vin spirals, she makes sure he has family by his side.

Ophelia appeared on the tiny farmer island one day found by Vins older brother, injured and needing medical attention. She is calm, collected but seems to be hiding something if her urgency to leave the island is to go by anything. It seems she has something very important to do.

Elijah is a charismatic, cocky man. He uses his charms to trick the soldiers that invaded his home island to take their coin to give it to the less fortunate, as he was also raised on the streets. Bit of a tease, but if someone he’s interested teases him, he’ll stop functioning.

Morgan is a quiet young woman who is in the process of figuring out who she is. Unnoticed and pushed around for most of her life, she wants to become bolder. Her island has frequent rainfall, so she pretty much lives in her raincoat.

William is gruff and rarely shows emotion. A retired army man, William lived to care for his young ill daughter. But it went down hill when the invading army arrived and monopolised all the medical supplies, taken from those that needed it most. Now William is all alone…

Petra is…odd. She’s got a colourful personality and a genius, constantly inventing gadgets and the like. Confident in her abilities and inventions, nothing can get her down! Even if someone tells her something was invented already, she takes it as a challenge to make it better!

And some random sketches I did during the design process!

#oc #original character #sentai #roseyart #vin #susi #Ophelia #Elijah #William #Morgan #Petra

[favevoiceactorbracket]

Meet the Competing Voice Actors!

After the preliminaries and days of deliberating, here are you VOICE ACTORS COMPETING! One will take home the spot of Tumblr's Favorite Voice Actor!

A note before they are introduced! If you would like to support any of them send in an ask or make propaganda, any propaganda you make and post yourself should have me tagged! As well using the tags #favevabracket or #favevabracket2023!

And a quick reminder about the two rules that will be staying active!

No harrassment, hate, or vitriol will be tolerated. We are here to celebrate the work of voice actors not tear each other down

This is all for fun! Do not take it super seriously!

Good luck to all of our competitors!

Kirby Morrow

Rob Paulsen

Robbie Daymond

Tiana Camacho

Alex Hirsch

Khoi Dao

Megumi Ogata

Ray Chase

Sungwon Cho

tara strong

Yuri Lowenthal

Alejandro Saab

Billy Kametz

Billy West

bryce papenbrook

Cree Summer

Grey DeLisle-Griffin

Kevin Conroy

Phil Lamar

Zach Aguilar

Zeno Robinson

AJ Michalka

Alex Brightman

Allegra Clark

Ashley Johnson

Christopher R. Sabat

Daws Butler

Eartha Kitt

Erika Harlacher-Stone

Frank Welker

J. Michael Tatum

Jack De Sena

Jason Griffith

JK Simmons

John DiMaggio

June Foray

Kristen Schaal

Mark Hamill

Richard Horvitz

Steve Blum

Tom Kenny

Wendie Malick

Aaron Dismuke

Aaron Paul

Aimee Carrero

Alison Brie

Ami Koshimizu

Angela Bassett

Ashley Ball

ashly burch

Avi Roque

Ayumu Murase

Ben Schwartz, baby!

BETH MAY

bill farmer

Bill Scott

brandon rogers

Caitlin Glass

Casey Kasem

Cassandra Lee Morris

Cecil Baldwin

Christine Cavanaugh

Clark Duke

Colleen Clinkenbeard

Daman Mills

Dan Castellaneta

Dan Provenmire

Dani Chambers

Dante Basco

Dave Fennoy

David Tennant

Deedee Magno Hall

Deven Mack

Doris Grau

Doug Boyd

Dylan Marron

Elizabeth Maxwell

EG Daily

Elijah Wood

Ellen McLain

Eric Vale

Erin Fitzgerald

Josey Montana McCoy

Greg Chun

Gu Jiangshan

Guilherme Briggs (brazilian)

Haley Tju

Harry Shearer

Haruka tomatsu

Helen Gould

Hynden Walch

Jack McBrayer

Jackson Publick

Jaime Lynn Marchi

Jason Griffith

Jason Liebrecht

jason marsden

Jennifer Hale

Jerry Jewell

Jim Cummings

Jim Ward

John Burgmeier

John Swasey

Johnny Yong Bosch

Julie Kavner

Justin Cook

Kaiji Tang

Katey Sagal

Kdin Jenzen

Keith David

Ken Sansom

Kent William

Kevin Brighting

Kevin R Free

Kieran Reagan

Kimberly Brooks

Kimiko glenn

Kyle Igneczi

Kyle McCarley

Laura Bailey

Lauren Tom

Leah Clark

Liam O’Brien

Lorenzo Music

Lucien Dodge

Lucille Bliss

Lydia Mackay

Lydia Nicholas

Maddie Blaustein

Mae Questel

Mae Whitman

Maggie Robertson

Mara Wilson

Mark Oliver

Matthew Mercer

Matthew Zahnzinger

Maurice LaMarche

Max Mittelman

Mel Blanc

Melissa Hutchinson

Michael Adamthwaite

Micheal Sinterniklaas

Mike Judge

Monical rial

Natsuki Hanae

Nicole Tompkins

Olivia Olson

Olivia Wilde

P.M. Seymour

Parker Simmons

Patricia Ja Lee

Patrick Pedraza

Paul Castro Jr

Paul Frees

Penny Parker

Pete Gustin ( i think thats how it's spelled)

Peter Cullen

Phil Harris

Phil Hartman

Ricco Fajardo

Roger Craig Smith

Roz Ryan

Sandra Oh

Sarah Miller-Crews

Sayaka Ohara

Scatman Crothers

Scott Adsit

Scott Mcneil

Stanley Tucci

Stephanie Beatriz

Stephen Merchant

Steve Whitmore

Tabitha st Germain

Takaya Kuroda

Tom Kane

Tress McNeil

Veronica Taylor

Vincent Tong

Will Arnett

Yasuo Yamada

Zach Callison

Bobbie Moyinhan

Josh Brener

Andrew Francis

Brent Millar

Sebastian Todd

Kestin Howard

Lizzy Hofe

Andy Cowley

Todd Haberkorn

Yoshimasa Hosoya

Russi Taylor

#your competitors! | masterpost #favevabracket2023 #favevabracket #other competitions #masterpost #polls #fandom polls #tumblr polls #tournament #poll society

[lsvdw-blog]

Drained (3/?)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings; Rating: Angst; General

Premise: Serena makes moves and Ethan finds out.

Author’s Note: I'm sorry ☠️ I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖 **HSM reference included

Serena comes to a halt in the middle of a crosswalk. Rebecca continues to lay out the terms of the contract, but time stands still as Serena drones out, shocked.

An offer. 

This is exactly what she wanted. A dream come true for her younger self.

So why does she feel so conflicted? 

~~~~~~

Serena hangs up the phone just as she’s stepping into her apartment, all of her roommates, along with Bryce and Rafael, are gathered in the living room, watching a movie. 

She stands at the edge, absorbing the laughter and camaraderie filling the space. Silently taking in what she would be giving up. 

Although becoming Head of the Diagnostics Team has been far from what she expected, she’s comfortable here — it’s familiar. She knows the ins and outs of Edenbrook now, a far cry from the intern that got lost in the hallways. She has an incredible friend group that would drop everything if she needed them. She knows the language, the culture, the unspoken rules and etiquette. 

She’d go from a three hour flight home to being across the ocean. She’d miss birthdays, holidays, and impromptu get-togethers. She'd miss the mundane things: days out in Boston Common, going on shopping trips with the girls, getting lost in the farmer's markets. 

But this was something she had wanted her entire life. What she’d worked nearly a decade for. 

By everyone else’s standards, for anyone on the outside looking in, she’s flourished in her three and half years at Edenbrook. Yet she feels like a trained falcon: tethered and only able to fly when told how high and how far.

She owes it to herself to make her dream a reality, to spread her wings, and not only fly, but soar.

Her eyes grow misty the longer she stands there, contemplating all of the things that would change. It isn’t until she’s deep in her spiral that Elijah calls out her name. 

“Serena, are you okay?” 

The backlight from the television reflects the tears in her eyes. “I’m really gonna miss you guys.” 

Understandably, she’s met with a room full of confused expressions. While they know about her struggles as Head of the Diagnostics Team, they don’t know about the events of the last forty-eight hours. 

Serena walks towards them, plopping down in the middle of the floor, and begins to fill them in. 

By that night, Serena had signed a year-long contract, shipping out in six weeks. 

~~~~~~

The next few days are a blur: making phone calls to potential movers and storage unit companies and having conversations with her new team. 

It seems as though Ethan finally took the hint that she wanted space. His interactions are gentle, but few and far in between. 

Serena knows it’s not fair to keep him in the dark, but she’s still too hurt and overwhelmed to bring herself to do the right thing.

Ethan interprets her space as her just needing to work through it first, that she’d be ready to talk soon.

How wrong he was. 

~~~~~~

“Great work today, Carrick. There might be some hope left for you after all.” 

Tobias chuckles. 

“Gotta keep the lead on her toes!” He does a little boxing move, causing Serena to laugh. “This will be my team before you know it.” 

Serena sobers at that comment, remembering the big news she has yet to share with anyone other than her family and roommates. 

Tobias notices the sudden change in energy, a cloud of sadness settling over them. 

“Tobias… take a seat. There’s something we need to discuss.” 

His brows furrow and his head tilts to the side in confusion as they both take a seat at the round table. Serena huffs out a long breath, sitting with her back ramrod straight, hands clasped in front of her. Any and all traces of joviality are gone.

“This should be your team."

“Serena, I was just kidding. You know I respect you as Hea—”

“I know. This has nothing to do with that. I wasn't ready then and I'm not ready now."

“You’re doing a fanta—”

Serena's hand shoots up to interrupt him. 

“It's okay. I know you see the way I’m being treated and have heard some… not very nice things said about me.” 

“Well, yeah, but they’re all just boomers who have a stick wedged so far up their asses that they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a decent human being.” 

Serena snorts. “While that may be true, you know it’s more than that.”

Tobias leans forward, placing a hand over Serena’s that she hasn't stopped wringing. 

He looks at her earnestly. “You are doing an amazing job. And when have you ever cared what other people think? I say fuck ‘em.” 

“If only it were that easy.” 

She brings a hand out from under his, placing it on top. 

“It has been made very clear, time and time again, that I am not wanted here.” 

“That’s not tru—”

“I’ve accepted another position.” 

Tobias blinks rapidly at Serena. 

“With Médecins Sans Frontières.”

His jaw goes slack.  

“In Myanmar.”

At this, Tobias’ eyes look like they’re about ready to pop out of his head. 

“No.” 

“What?”

“I reject this.”

“Tobias… This is something I need to do.”

“You’re an invaluable member of this hospital! Anyone who means anything knows that — I know that, the DT knows that, the Chief—”

At that, Serena scoffs and rolls her eyes. 

“No, he doesn’t.” 

“What are you ta—”

“I’ve already signed the contract. I’ll deploy in five weeks.”

“What?”

A booming voice echoes around the room. Serena jumps backwards, extricating her hands from Tobias’, and looks at the floor. 

This is so not the way I wanted to tell him. 

Serena gives Tobias a curt nod, letting him know that it’s okay for him to leave the room. 

“Page me if you need anything,” he whispers before exiting. 

“Serena, what the hell is going on?”

“Ethan, sit down.”

“No! I’m not going to ‘sit down.’ Tell me what’s going on right now.” 

Serena sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’ve accepted a position with Médecins Sans Frontières in Myanmar. I start in five weeks, so you can count this as my four week notice.” 

“Is this one of those pranks from social media that I don’t understand?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” 

“Well, you must be. You were just made Head of the Diagnostics Team! This is your dream job.”

“It was. It’s not anymore.”

“Oh, but moving to Myanmar is?!” 

Serena gets out of her chair. “You’re missing the point.” 

“Then enlighten me!”

Ethan knows he needs to get a grip and control his emotions, but the utter fear coursing through him is paralyzing.

“I have been so busy supporting you in the last three years that I lost sight of myself.

“And I’m not saying it’s your fault, it’s not, I happily put you first. I wanted to put you first. With Naveen, Louise, Edenbrook possibly shutting down, everything. 

“But I had always dreamed of leaving our planet a better place than we’d found it. Of traveling the world while volunteering with different organizations… Did you even know that?" Serena whispers.

“You’re making a difference here.” 

Serena shakes her head furiously. “It’s not the same! Life kept getting in the way and I lost myself in the process, don't you see?!” 

“So what?! You felt sorry for me, is that it?! You saw me as some pet project — someone you could fix and mold into your perfect vision, so you stayed. My savior." 

The word drips with disdain, mockery, disgust.

Ethan expects Serena to yell obscenities at him, but when she speaks, eyes locked on his, she's deathly calm. 

Which causes Ethan to become even more frantic.

"I never wanted to save you. You were never broken, not to me. The things you see as flawed and jagged all fit together perfectly to create you. 

"'The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.' And you, as a whole, as your entire being, is the man I fell in love with.

"But my love for you has nothing to do with the struggles I've faced in my short tenure as lead. 

"I've done my absolute best to carry this team to new heights, to carry on the legacy and the mission. But it's become practically impossible to do when everyone in this hospital constantly undermines me, questions my competence, and makes bets on when I'll fail." 

"Not everyone. I don't—"

Ethan is interrupted by a barking laugh of disbelief. 

"It seems you've already forgotten, so let me remind you." 

~ 2 Months Ago ~

Serena exhaustedly walks through the door of Ethan’s apartment, the tail-wagging greeting of Jenner always a welcome, and much needed, dose of serotonin. 

Ethan follows closely behind the golden retriever, greeting Serena with a lopsided grin and kiss.

They have a nightly routine whenever she stays over, which is more often than not nowadays, and tonight is no different.  

Ethan notices that Serena is quieter than usual as they go through their ritual. He doesn’t bring it up, but keeps a close eye on her, ready to talk if and when she feels ready. 

Cuddled up on the couch after dinner, watching some brain-numbing show, is when Serena decides it's a good time. She pushes herself off of Ethan’s chest and sits criss-cross applesauce as she turns to face him. Her hands are in her lap, fidgeting in nervousness, internally trying to hype herself up. 

Ethan places one hand over hers in a reassuring gesture, patiently waiting for her to speak. 

“I’ve, uh—” Serena clears her throat. “I’ve been having some management challenges. Senior personnel in other departments have created a hostile work environment that isn’t letting me adequately step into the role as Head of the Diagnostics Team.

“There is no level of trust and this is shown day in and day out, in any decisions I make; I receive constant pushback, refusal to cooperate, and at times, am completely ignored.”

Serena’s heart is hammering in her chest and her palms are sweaty as she waits with bated breath for Ethan’s response.

“Tension is never one-sided. Be careful and cognizant of how you are treating others as well.”

Serena is taken aback. “That’s not me and you know it. There was practically no handover period, let alone adequate training. I was left to my own devices. Everyone assumed I would ‘figure it out,’ but it seems to have been forgotten by literally everyone that I don’t have anything to base this on in order to ‘figure it out!’”

Ethan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Is that what this is about? I can’t just give you handouts because you’re my girlfriend.”

“When have I ever asked you for a ‘handout?’” Serena stands from her spot on the couch. “Why are you being so unsupportive? Don’t join the ranks of the people who think I slept my way to the top,” Serena says, a challenge in her tone.

Ethan is stunned into silence, bewilderment in his eyes.

The tension between them fills the penthouse, engulfing them in a silent standoff, neither backing down. 

Until Ethan says something that completely breaks Serena’s resolve. 

“Maybe you’re not mature enough to handle this yet. Perhaps I should have given the team to Tobias.” 

Ethan’s statement is coming from a place of hurt, her previous flippant remark cutting deep, as if his greatest fear concerning their relationship is becoming a reality. But it is also coming from a place of mentorship, invoking the “tough love” tactic he is so renowned for. The tone reminiscent of the very first day they met, following the thoracotomy in the waiting area. 

Tough love that pushes her to be better, to reach the staggering heights he knows she’s capable of, to fulfill her full potential. 

But all Serena wishes for is the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She wishes she hadn’t said anything at all, that there was a time machine that would take her back. Because how foolish of her to assume that Ethan could set aside his role as Chief to be the loving and supportive boyfriend she needed, not only in this moment, but also in the past four months. 

"You single-handedly tore a wound that I've been bleeding from ever since. I wasn’t confiding in you as Dr. Harlow; I was confiding in you as Serena. As a woman who, in that moment, needed the man she loved to love her.

Ethan is utterly horrified by the conversation from a couple months back and he grows ever more appalled with himself as Serena continues to put her feelings into words — yes, taking over as Chief was a bigger task than he had anticipated, but how could he not have noticed her cries for help? 

*"What about us?" 

Of all the thoughts and emotions swirling within him, this is the only one Ethan cares about right now. 

“What about everything we’ve been through?” Ethan presses. 

"You told me that you don't need me to take care of you. I realize now that I threw myself on the fire to keep you warm, but you'd say that you never asked me to. So I'll keep myself warm from now on."

“What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to lose you.”*

The words come out jumbled, rushed beyond measure, as if they'd be lost to time forever if Ethan didn't get them out right that instant.

His heart is beating like a hummingbird's wings, but it stops dead in the next second.  

"You've been too distracted to realize that you've already lost me a long time ago.

But you got what you wanted after all — this is Tobias' team now.”

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #playchoices #choices open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey open heart #dr ethan ramsey #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan fic

[burningblake]

Here's a sneak peak of my current chenford wip, set in the middle ages. I have written 7 chapters of this already, but I still need a month to finish it. Some stuff might still change in later edits, but the gist of it is: Tim is a prince in a heartless kingdom, Lucy becomes his knight. (Think BBC's Merlin meets Disney's Mulan.)

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The Prince and the Knight

Prologue

One moment she'd been dancing with him as his fake bride to be—also fake queen to be—in a gilded ballroom filled with lavishly dressed royals, and the next the two of them were running through the forest, her still wearing her moonsilver gown, with the rushed addition of a sword belt, him in plain farmer's clothes. 

The rumors of King Elijah planning a midnight attack could very well be just this, rumors. But should they be true, his troops couldn't be waiting far away from the castle. And since they'd have to be hidden, the forest was their most likely destination. 

Lucy had tried to argue that Tim should send two of his other knights, ones who didn't participate in the evening celebrations, and thus wouldn't have been seen by any of Elijah's men. But the prince wouldn't trust anyone with the mission. And so she, his first knight, had to make sure he came back unharmed.

Her dress caught up on a thorny plant and tore up to her knee along the way. She grunted. "Great," she muttered, "Angela's going to be so mad at me." 

Tim turned to look at her, his gaze momentarily lingering on the torn cloth. "She's going to be less mad at you when you have saved her husband's neck from his usurper," he said. 

Lucy nodded.

Indeed, they didn't have to walk far. They encountered lights from the enemy's campsite not too far from the entrance to the forest. 

Tim immediately grabbed Lucy's wrist and pulled her down behind the cover of a large bush. His arm instinctively came around her shoulders, the need to shield her from the enemy appearing abruptly and violently inside him. 

Lucy tried to catch her breath. "We have to warn the others," she whispered. 

Tim shook his head. "We need more information first. Like how they plan to get past the walls." 

Lucy nodded. They sneaked around the encampment, jumping from one coverage to another, trying to find a clear point of entrance. There was at last one towards the west side, but as soon as they reached it, a patrol of two guards was marching through it and towards their direction. 

Lucy acted on pure impulse. She pushed Tim back and took cover behind the thick trunk of a tree. But it wasn't enough. If the guards walked by, they would for sure take them for spies. 

Luckily her dress was already torn and dirtied from the forest, and hence it had lost some of its luster. If she was spotted, she didn’t risk being mistaken for someone from the party. And Tim was in common clothes so his identity was covered (she doubted many people knew the prince's face personally). 

"Kiss me," she said urgently.

Tim shook his head in confusion. 

She grumbled, before she grabbed him from the shoulders and pushed him towards the ground, aiming directly for his mouth. 

Chapter 1 — The Cruel King

There once lived a king whose wealthy and indulgent way of living had made him a grief to his subjects, and most of all, his children. 

Being a motherless girl, Princess Gennifer grew up under the care and guardianship of the castle's governess, and so she rarely suffered her father's tempers. The same was not true, unfortunately, for Prince Timothy. 

The young prince learned hardship from an early age. He was frequently denied luxury and sent upon missions into the deep forests of North-Wilshire to either hunt or recover items—some of them bearing descriptions as impossible as "the flower that's never seen sunlight" or "the sword of a fallen knight". Sometimes, Tim was simply sent out there to spend the night. And whenever he returned without fulfilling his mission, he would suffer the king's wrath.

"Sir, please," little Genny would cry on her brother's behalf, "Don't let Timothy go alone into the forest. There are wolved and monsters and, what if he never returns?" 

"Do not think that you can influence my decision, little girl," the king would answer. 

The prince grew up to hate his father. Some of his hate was naturally due to the abuse he'd often suffer under him, but mainly Tim despised the king because of his hypocrisy and cowardice. 

Because even though King Tomas forced his son into hardship, he himself endured none of it. During his upbringing, Tim witnessed a parade of lovers march in and out of his father's chambers, he saw the kingdom suffer under the burden of impossible taxes to cover for the king's mindless expenses, and he often had to stand as a fierce protector for his sister. 

The latter were the only occasions where Tim would stand up against his father. When he once ordered Genny to join him in one of the missions, the young boy fought him so hard that in the end he had to spend a week in the castle's dungeons with no food and no company.

Luckily, things weren't always this hopeless for the young prince. 

For several weeks every summer, he and his sister got to spend time in the neighboring kingdom of Mid-Wilshire. 

King Wade, unlike Tim's father, was a fair and just king, and Tim had grown to see a role model and a proper father figure in him. 

During one of their first visits there, he and Genny became fast friends with Nyla, the king's young cousin who would later become the leader of his knights (King Wade had no prejudice against women joining the army, a rule for which King Tomas was strict about in his own kingdom), and Isabel, the youngest knight in the army. 

It was due to Nyla and Isabel's influence that Timothy decided to take an active part in training his father's knights. If he could ever hope for a better kingdom, he had to at least make sure its protectors did not take after its ruler. But whilst Nyla became a compassionate and exemplary trainer, Tim, unfortunately, adopted some of his father's cruel ways. 

He would often challenge his knights into combat, then scorn them for being weak. He would purposely create situations where their life was at stake to guide decision-making. And he would send his knights upon missions in the forest, only in his case, he joined right along and made sure there was a teaching purpose to them. 

Soon, the prince's unconventional way of training became known as the Tim Tests. Many who repeatedly failed them were denied the right to knighthood. Others quit it on their own volition.  

When Genny came of age, she quickly married off to a kingdom far away from her father's, and so he didn't have the chance to exercise his whims on her in that department. Again, Timothy lucked out in that aspect as well. For his father viewed him as his direct heir and a means to forge alliances with other powerful kingdoms.

One afternoon, Patrice, their governess, informed the prince of rumors of such a marriage candidate arriving at the castle. Upon hearing this, Tim rushed to his father's quarters, anger boiling in his veins. 

"You expect me to marry after what you did to my last lover?" he demanded, slamming his hands upon his father's desk.

The king did not move from his relaxed position, only gave him a cold stare. "Careful son, I would be more cautious about where I place  accusations."

Tim stood upright, not interested in arguing about who was to blame for his misfortunes. Instead, he pressed the point in fact. 

"You can bring in as many candidates as you like. I'm not going to choose any of them."

Tomas smiled. "Now, Tim Tim. Do not underestimate the power of falling in love again after a heartbreak. After the loss of your mother, I also thought I would never be able to move on." 

Tim's eyes widened in surprise. The king rarely mentioned his wife. Both his children only knew that she had died some time after giving birth to Gennifer. 

"And when did you have the chance to fall in love, I wonder?" The prince's mouth was twisted in bitterness. "During the few-minute encounters with one of your dozens of mistresses?" 

Tomas slammed his fist on his desk, rising from his chair. 

"Be grateful that I'm at least letting you choose who to marry and not giving you to the first ugly, rich bride that comes through here!" 

Tim pressed his lips together, withholding his anger, as he often did in his arguments with his father. Sometimes he felt as though he would murder the old man, should he let the anger overcome him. 

He left the king's office without another word. 

From the next day, the brides started visiting one after the other. The prince rejected each and all of them. Soon, it became the kingdom's favorite subject to gossip about, while many would hold bets on it. Which princess would end up being the one? 

In the meantime, Tim unleashed his anger and frustration during his knights' training sessions. 

"Nolan!" he shouted one morning, marching into the courtyard. The oldest of the knights stood up among his peers who were presently sitting in a circle upon the ground, taking their breakfast, and promptly wiped his fingers on his slacks. 

"Yes, my lord!" 

"Take out your sword and face me." 

"Sir… now?" objected the knight. 

"Is that what you're going to tell the enemy if they launch a surprise attack during your meal? If they want to fight you now?" Tim demanded.

"Yes—I mean no! Of course not," Nolan stuttered, before shakily unsheathing his sword. Tim retrieved his. The other knights observed tensely, as the two men crouched into combating positions against each other. 

"If I manage three wins before you do," Tim announced, "you won't get to have breakfast for a week, is that clear?" 

Nolan swallowed, then nodded slowly. 

Tim let him have the first swing. But still it didn't matter. For a little while later, he had defeated the knight three times in a row. 

"Next one," he announced, while Sir Nolan leaned onto his knees, trying to catch his breath. 

None of the knights stepped forward to volunteer. 

"Have I trained you all to be a bunch of weaklings? I am asking again, who's going to fight me?" 

"With all due respect, sir," started Sir Jackson, the youngest of the knights, "but you seem to be particularly angry today, and you said we shouldn't let anger influence our fighting." 

The prince now glared at the young boy. "Who said I am letting it influence the fight? Last chance, one of you step forward now or I'll make all of you run the courtyard till lunchtime." 

A long silence fell among them. 

"As you wish—" started Tim.

"Your honor, I wish to fight!" a voice emerged then. 

Surprisingly, it hadn't come from any of the gathered knights, who, along with the prince, turned to look towards the speaker. 

A short young fellow stood near the entrance to the courtyard. He wasn't dressed in the usual knight's armor, but rather in a simple black doublet and matching slacks, along with a belt around his waist that held his sword. His hair was pulled up in a firm bun and his dark, almond-shaped eyes betrayed an origin from the eastern lands. 

The prince studied him carefully. The pull of his dark eyes was the first thing he noticed, a feeling too strange to linger on. 

"And who are you?" he asked the newcomer.

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To be continued.

#chenford #chenford fanfic #the rookie #wip #work in progress #i wanted to finish this before publishing anything but it's taking me so long and i wanted to share it with you already!! #tim x lucy #lucy x tim

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Warning to the Rich

Come now, you who are rich, weep and wail over the misery to come upon you. Your riches have rotted and moths have eaten your clothes. Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and consume your flesh like fire.

You have hoarded treasure in the last days. Look, the wages you withheld from the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts.

You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened your hearts in the day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the righteous, who did not resist you.

Be patient, then, brothers, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer awaits the precious fruit of the soil—how patient he is for the fall and spring rains. You, too, be patient and strengthen your hearts, because the Lord’s coming is near. Do not complain about one another, brothers, so that you will not be judged. Look, the Judge is standing at the door!

Brothers, as an example of patience in affliction, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. See how blessed we consider those who have persevered. You have heard of Job’s perseverance and have seen the outcome from the Lord. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy.

Above all, my brothers, do not swear, not by heaven or earth or by any other oath. Simply let your “Yes” be yes, and your “No,” no, so that you will not fall under judgment.

Is any one of you suffering? He should pray. Is anyone cheerful? He should sing praises. Is any one of you sick? He should call the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer offered in faith will restore the one who is sick. The Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned, he will be forgiven.

Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man has great power to prevail. Elijah was a man just like us. He prayed earnestly that it would not rain, and it did not rain on the land for three and a half years. Again he prayed, and the heavens gave rain, and the earth yielded its crops.

My brothers, if one of you should wander from the truth and someone should bring him back, consider this: Whoever turns a sinner from the error of his way will save his soul from death and cover over a multitude of sins. — James 5 | The Reader’s Bible (BRB) The Reader’s Bible © 2020 by Bible Hub and Berean.Bible. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Genesis 18:23; Genesis 20:17; Exodus 2:23; Exodus 22:23; Exodus 34:6; Deuteronomy 11:14; 1 Kings 17:1; 1 Kings 18:1; 1 Kings 18:42; 1 Kings 18:45; Job 1:1; Job 1:16; Job 1:21; Job 13:28; Psalm 50:15; Psalm 95:2; Proverbs 10:12; proverbs 11:30; Isaiah 5:23; Isaiah 13:6; Isaiah 15:3; Isaiah 50:9; Jeremiah 5:24; Jeremiah 12:2; Jeremiah 25:34; Ezekiel 7:12; Matthew 5:12; Matthew 5:34; Matthew 7:12; Matthew 18:5; Matthew 24:33; Mark 6:13; Mark 16:18; Luke 21:19; John 6:39; 1 Corinthians 1:21; Galatians 6:1; Hebrews 10:38; James 4:11

#warning #greed #materialism #wealth #easy life #patience #suffering #prayer of faith #sinners #restoration #save #death #covering #many sins #James 5 #Book of James #New Testament #BRB #The Reader's Bible #Bible Hub #Berean Reader's Bible

[abstractindividual]

The hatred toward reparations for African Americans.

Salutation to my blog, I want to share my feelings on the reparations movement and the viritol that is being received by many bigoted people. This will be a long post as a disclaimer. This tweets I'll share is not for a "witch hunt," but bringing awareness to an issue not receiving enough media attention with discrimination and racism toward African Americans and reparations.

To start, the word reparation means to make amends for a wrongdoing, usually through compensation.

African Americans were promised reparations (40 acres and a mule) after the horrific treatments of slavery, but the promise was never honored for all. Here is an article from PSB that discusses the topic.

The topic with reparations to me did not gain such animosity until Black Americans began to demand what is owed, and the reason is not only due to slavery. For over 400 years there have been cases of

Lynchings and the many unsolved murders

Stolen land (Tulsa massacre, Forsyth, GA, African American farmers)

Human experimentation (Medical Apartheid by Harriet A. Washington discusses this), The Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment

Jim Crow Era

Racism and discrimination in the military and medical industry (e.g. Henrietta Lacks and Black women neglected in hospitals)

Redlining

Police brutality

COINTELPRO from the FBI (spying on the civil rights members and Black Panther Party)

Cases like Emmett Till, The Birmingham Church bombing, Tulsa or Rosewood massacre, The 1985 Philadelphia bombing, Frank Embree, James Byrd Jr. leading up to today with Elijah McClain, Sandra Bland, George Floyd, Sinzae Reed. Don't forget The Buffalo shooting in 2022 and the racism case for the Black Colorado ranchers experiencing racism for putting up a BLM flag.

More restlessness came the more injustice happened. The topic of reparations is growing more than ever on social media. Unfortunately that brought the attention to many bigoted people on different platforms, to where I chose to take screenshots as proof:

I took many screenshots, but will only share these examples I have seen on Twitter. There are many protesting reparations on Instagram, YouTube and other platforms as well.

There is constant hostility and aggression toward African Americans, yet I have NEVER seen this for other people who received compensation from America, like the Jews from the Auschwitz Holocaust, the Japanese in internment camps and also billions for other countries.

This nation is known for giving out land and money to other countries and citizens here in America. From free land for Caucasians through The Homestead Act, to the G.I. Bill, to reparations given to other groups.

As a serious question to the reader who reached this far: Why are people against reparations when this country had no trouble giving out money and land to other races? I'm in favor reparations for all who were wronged, and this is no different for my people here or victims of racism and colonialism in Brazil, Africa, Australia, Canada and other continents. The fight for justice will continue, but I want a genuine answer why these people are angry against reparations for African Americans.

#Black history month #Black history #racism #viral #February #reparations #White people #Black Americans #Black people #Youtube

[upyrica]

"[Since pagan deities were reimagined as characters of demonology and saints], traits of Perun were thus transferred to the Thunderer, the Stormer, the Sheaf-burner from one side, and St. Elijah, Panteleimon, and Gabriel from the other one. Elijah was chief in that association. He rules over thunder and kills devils, he sends rain, hail, and storms, as can be seen from the legend of the farmer who venerated St. Nicholas but not Elijah. On St. Elijah's, as well as St. Panteleimon's (who is sometimes called Sheaf-burner, or, among Hutsuls, the Fire-raiser), and Gabriel's feast days the Hutsuls celebrate to this day [translator's note: the book was first published in 1918], considering them thunder-feasts. In Podil region, some of Perun's traits are attributed to St. Nicholas. When it thunders, and small children ask what is making the noise, the parents answer, "It is St. Nicholas carrying bread through the sky oh his cart!" - Outline of Ukrainian Mythology, V. Hnatiuk

#perun #slavic pagan #ukraine #slavicus #slavic

[andreal831]

TVDU: Vikings in the Americas

I do a decent amount of research for my fic (which is more than the TVDU writers can say) so I thought I would share some.

For my story, You're On Your Own, Kid, it is based on the Mikaelson's human life. This is a period for TVDU that I find very problematic, specifically how whitewashed it is.

The Mikaelsons would have been one of the first Norsemen to come to the Americas as the first recorded instance of 'Vikings' coming to this area was about 980. Even then, they predominantly landed in areas like Greenland and would not have moved so far away from the coast as where Mystic Falls is supposed to be located. It wasn't until around 1,000 that they sailed further south and landed in what we today refer to as the United States. That being said, the writers have always found geography to be more of a guideline than a rule. Even Elijah mentioning wild horses he remembered from his childhood is inaccurate. During this period, horses were not native to North America and were not reintroduced until the 1400s.

But the problematic part is how whitewashed their village is. Everyone we see in the flashbacks is white, except for Ayana and they give no explanation of why she is the only woman of color in the village (where is the rest of her family?). Even the werewolves who were supposed to be native to the area (*cough* indigenous erasure*cough*) were shown to be white. The show later goes back and shows the Lebonair pack to be indigenous but doesn't explain how Ansel and his pack are white.

And yes, it would make sense for them to settle in an area where other Norsemen have settled, but that raises the question of who they were training to fight. Like most white colonizers, it was likely they were raiding and fighting the indigenous people of the land. We even see a scene where Klaus goes to show someone mercy and he looks as if he could have been an indigenous person.

Many Vikings who came to the 'New World' traded with indigenous people, but here we see Mikael keeping the land by force. To me, this is an unnecessary choice by the writers when Norsemen had a history of trading, they didn't have to be murderous colonizers.

We also see a lot of modern-day stereotypes/assumptions placed on the village. Like Rebekah not being able to hold a knife, when in fact the Norsemen actually valued their women and many of them learned to fight. While women were still viewed as inferior to men and it was very much a patriarchal society, the representation we see in TVDU is more of a European-centric view of women.

Additionally, Vikings were not all warriors. Most of them were farmers. Yes, they wielded swords when necessary and as a culture idolized their warriors, but for the large majority of the time, they spent their time farming or fishing. This is especially true before the religious conflicts between England.

When they did fight, much of their success was due to their navy (which would not be very helpful in land-locked Virginia). They also have such a fierce reputation because the English believed them to be 'barbaric' much like they described the natives when they colonized the Americas.

Elijah mentions that Mikael was a wealthy landowner when we first learn about his family. Land he likely stole from indigenous tribes. Additionally, who is farming all of this land? Vikings were known for taking slaves from lands they raided (we even see this is how Dahlia and Esther are taken), which here would be indigenous people. While Mikael is not a character that is glorified, the indigenous erasure is wildly problematic.

I know it is just a fun CW show, but a little research and sensitivity on these topics would have been appreciated. Throughout the show, we see the (white) Mikaelsons living quite lavish lifestyles but the show fails to acknowledge the people that got them there.

#tvdu #the mikaelsons #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikealson #finn mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #mikael #esther #vikings #long live the mikaelsons

[eldritchships]

Olesborn

Olesborn is a custom F/O I was gifted in 2019, by a user who remade and now is no longer active. As such, the original posts with his information are deleted, although I still keep Olesborn as an F/O. Here is the original information, scavenged from old screenshots and reposted verbatim. (Disclaimer: If the aforementioned user ever returns, I will gladly take this post down if requested).

Name: Olesborn (pronounced All-es-born)

Age: Alien ages are weird and it's hard to pinpoint exactly the year but he's most definitely a matured adult, perhaps even middle aged to some.

Appearance: A tall, refined, bright red alien with two sets of narrow yellow eyes. His hair/tentacles on his head always look slicked back to make him look more...noble? I guess? A couple rows of teeth. VERY defined cheekbones if that's what you can even call them. They look like they could CUT. His other sets of teeth are retractable and come out when he's threatened (or just scared lmao). He wears a cape and the mf collar is POPPIN. Wears a black vest over a button up and his dark red boots, made of scaly creatures from another planet, have got HEELS.

Occupation: A conqueror in the Sennox empire. He's basically the one that rolls up like "Your planet and resources look pretty good. It would be a shame if someone were to........completely take over and use your resources for our cause without much care for the people."

Interests: Talk shows, the finer things in life, clean sheets!!! And wandering around admiring his work. He likes to walk around and take jabs at his prisoners just because he's feeling arrogant.

Info about him: Olesborn was born on a very insignificant planet with insignificant farmers that did only just enough to sustain the population on their cold little blip in space. A lord of the Sennox empire stopped to demand food and noticed the boy, and immediately took a liking to his curiousity about what the Empire was all about.

The lord, convinced he would be useful, gave his parents an ultimatum. Give me this boy and I will spare the planet. There were no qualms from Oles' parents, much to his horror. He knew he wasn't the most useful to those on the planet, because he often got sick from the climate, and he pled that he could do better from now on. One less mouth to feed, the colony agreed. His fascination with the Sennox empire faded immediately and he tried to fight. He was taken without much effort despite his protests, and he was enlisted as the low of the low in the military. He then rose in the ranks through devoted work, and became a high ranking commander with his own fleet of ships, which now raze colonies for all they can give. He is saving his home planet for last.

Olesborn is arrogant in every way of saying it. He gets bored if a hero tries to talk to him and he just has them shot mid-monologue because he is so tired of them TALKING. He speaks in a very formal tone and uses big words to seem more intelligent. For the most part his subordinates think he's really smart, but officers his rank or higher think he's just pretentious. He gets really giddy after a battle he wins, so don't be surprised if he bursts in to swing you around and dance with you while he hums his own little victory tune.

HE HAS TRIPPED ON HIS OWN CAPE MULTIPLE TIMES IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. One soldier laughed and he had them executed with their own gun before pretending it never happened.

He's a stupid, affectionate man and would love to have you sit by his side while he holds you. If you pet his "hair" the little tentacles curl around your fingers because he's enjoying it. He purrs when he's being tended to affectionately, and will return the favour 10-fold.

HE LOVES [ELIJAH] A LOT AND WISHES FOR [ELIJAH] TO RULE THE EMPIRE WITH HIM SOMEDAY WHEN HE WORKS HIS WAY UP FURTHER

Misc:

His marriage ritual would be something similar to the one in Mass Effect where they partake in the bonding of the minds??? But instead of just becoming one for a short span of time, whenever your partner is in pain, you also feel phantom pains because of how closely you're bonded. It's really special!!! And probably comes from the same planet where he got his boots (Elvaron)

Sometimes Olesborn wears two sleeping masks for his two sets of eyes for bedtime. But he'll take them off if his partner's there, because he wants to be able to see them when he tries to sleep

He tries very hard to look smart and sophisticated, but toast popping out of the toaster would scare him so bad that all three rows of his teeth would come to the forefront out of momentary fear.

The man has this big glass dome in his throne room that has a door he can open. When it opens you can see out into space. He'll let his partner sit in his lap on his throne while he tells them about his plans, while the both of them look out at the beauty of space through the dome's roof.

He cannot cook.

#Starry Nights #I'm glad to have all this info somewhere easily accessible now! It was mostly in the mind bank

[eloquenceandemphasis]

Cornfields

There were patterns carved in the cornfield where the stalks had been snapped and flattened into the ground, scoring the earth. The old farmer who lived in the red house on the hill claimed he had heard nothing the previous night when he came into town, grumbling and complaining about the damage to his crops. It was likely teenagers, he concluded to anyone who would listen. The Wilkerson boys had managed to tip over his tractor in the night that previous spring. It was probably them.   

The Wilkerson boys, when they heard about this rumor, vehemently denied that they had any involvement. 

"Do you know how long that would take?" Marcus, the elder of the two said to a news reporter who had asked. "We would have been at it for weeks with a shovel. There's no way he wouldn't have noticed us, even as blind as he is."

"Besides, we were out in Allendale getting some ice cream with the football team last night until late," Elijah, his younger brother added. "Nowhere near Jenkins' property. I reckon it was hail that did it."

Jenkins insisted that it couldn't have been hail. The previous night had been beautifully clear, with nary a cloud in the sky. There had been no hint of even a sprinkle of rain, never mind the amount of hail it would have taken to destroy that much corn. Besides, it looked like someone had carved paths into the cornfield. Perhaps it was the other corn farmer on the other side of town, Louis. He had always had it out for him. If the corn was destroyed, Louis would be the only game in town. 

"He's a crazy old fool if he thinks it was me," Louis said when told about Jenkins' accusation. "It'd ruin my reputation if I did such a thing. Besides, I was out to dinner with my wife last night. It was our 30th anniversary. Is he sure that it's not damage caused by an animal?"

"No animal could have caused damage like this," Jenkins reported from his yard as he tried to salvage what he could from the destroyed corn, a little deflated now that both of his guesses had been proven wrong. The deep scores in the ground were like nothing he had ever seen before. They had to have been caused by something massive-- a tractor with a plow attached to it?

He suggested the banker who had loaned him the money for his own small tractor. He had gotten behind on his payments a month or so ago-- maybe the banker had decided to get his revenge in his own way. 

"What are you even talking about?" the banker said when the police, a little tired of this whole subject, knocked on his door. "I've been home this entire past week with my daughter. She has the flu. When would I have had time to do such a thing? Look, maybe he did it himself to get an insurance payout. We all know he's a little tight on money these days. If it wasn't anyone in town, and it wasn't the weather, and it wasn't an animal, that leaves nothing except for him."

Everyone, save Jenkins, agreed that what the banker said sounded reasonable, and as the sun set over the little town, the subject was quietly dropped as an old man choosing to save his farm over salvaging his pride. 

In the cornfield below the red house on a hill, something with eight eyes and far too many limbs awoke from its slumber. Indeed, the banker was correct assuming that it wasn't anyone in town, nor was it the weather or an animal of any recognizable type, but there was one other option he had failed to account for, and it was angry.

It arose from the center of the field with a mighty groan, loping from the cornfield towards the farmhouse it had fixed in its beady, luminous yellow eyes.

The old man, snoring away in his bed, knew too much. First, it would take him. Next, it would turn to the town who had ignored its presence for far too long.

#horror #but like the kind of horror a 17 year old in advanced lit would write #happy halloween #i wrote this in 2020 but forgot about it #so here it is now two years later #time to return to my own indefinite slumber #short story #writing #my writing #grif writes #writeblr #creative writing

[mlek13]

Fall, Year 8: Collin

Let’s see if I can remember what was happening in my kingdom from the last time I visited.  This post has been in my drafts (pictures only, no text) for 2 months and 1 day.

The family spends quality time together as Rodney visits.

Morgan drops by the family businesses.  I decided to build a new upper class mausoleum, so I had her drop by the churchyard to move graves and pick up decorative items.

I can’t remember if the sunbathing was autonomous, or if it was a misclick by me.

She’s really soaking up the rays when good warlock Ethan drops by.

I forgot about how much Rodney and Cassidy hate each other.  I thought it would be nice for the brothers and their spouses to be able to visit.

Morgan and Christian’s daughter, Misty, grows up.

Morgan visits the rarely used farmer’s market

and Christian stops in to run the coffee shop.  (I really should combine the farmer’s market and coffee shop businesses together.  I had the thought too late for this round.)

Wendy is still helping out by baking pastries for the coffee shop.

Blaire is appalled by the slow service.

I forget sometimes that Caleb was Morgan’s father.  I have her great her half-brother Elijah who passes by, but he’s in the middle of a nervous breakdown.

Morgan’s middle child, Merrick, grows up.

Amanda stops by to celebrate her nephew’s birthday.  They enjoy dancing together.

She plays catch with her niece, Misty.

She chats with her mother, Mallory, who is interested in knowing if any young men have offered her any jewelry yet.  (*hint, hint*)

Mallory seems pleased to spend time with her younger child and grandchildren.

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[nijjhar]

People sold their possessions to enter the Church of God headed by Chris... People sold their possessions to enter the Church of God headed by Christ Jesus. COE is of Mammon. The second coming of Jesus was Nanak. Free Food is served there. These Dog-Collared Priests are Juda Iscariot in sheep's clothing, the Thieves. https://youtu.be/8cEuJRHJHC4 Holy Gospel of our Supernatural Father of our “souls” Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc., delivered by the first Anointed Christ, which in Punjabi we call Satguru Jesus of the highest living God Elohim that dwells within His most beautiful living Temple of God created by the greatest artist demiurge potter, the lord of the Nature Yahweh, Brahma, Khudah, etc. and it is called Harmandir or “Emmanuel” if you are not “greedy” according to Christ Rajinder:- Hi Brethren in Christ Jesus, Brother Liz, You are very spiritual and I know Logo 114; Unless a Female (Saul) becomes a Male (Paul), she cannot enter into the Royal Kingdom of God Above as Jesus told Nicodemus, "From Above, we know what we are saying whilst below, the moral teachers Matt 13v52, say what the Scriptures say". It is the twice-born Above that we are made the Fishers of Men and not below the Disciples of the Rabbis and these Neo-Rabbis in the Universities. People sold their worldly possessions to enter the Mammon-Free One Fold, the Church of God headed by Christ Jesus and here you are charging money in the name of Christianity that has nothing to do with God but with the Church of England headed by King Charles III, a Church of Mammon in which the soldiers and Viceroys are encouraged to fleece people for the sake of Mammon. How could the soldiers who died killing others in the war glorify God? Unless the Church is not of God but of Mammon. The Salvation Army serves God and they exercise Agape but the Church of England serves Mammon and they are racists. Please, do not be upset and try to understand the Gnostic Language from Above the Royal Kingdom of God. The kingdom of heaven and hell is below and the moral teacher Rabbis used to have the Keys. But that kingdom finished with the last Prophet in the Promised Land John, the Baptist, Prophet Elijah, the Cornerstone of the Temple of Yahweh where Judas Iscariot threw the 30 Shackles and the Temple Priests bought a Plot in the name of Yahweh, the Potter of males and females or whatever you can see with the two natural eyes. Our Supernatural Father Elohim lives above the natural world. That is, heaven opened up and a voice above heaven spoke, "This is my beloved Son, listen to him". Now, a very interesting question. On Jesus' last journey to the Temple, he found a beautiful Fig Tree but no fruit. And in the Temple, Jesus gave the last Parable about a Winepress. Where was the Winepress located in Israel? What happened to the Husbandmen when the Winepress was destroyed in 70 A.D.? What job did they do? Were they Farmers or Labourers? Satguru = Christ Nanak was the second coming of Jesus. Go to a Sikh Temple, everything is FREE. You donate of your own free will. The Rabbis had become so greedy that they even started to fleece their own members of the Synagogue. https://youtu.be/f06gUnVkF7s The Apostles gathered with Jesus and reported all they had done and taught. He told them, "Come away by yourselves on a solitary basis to a deserted place and rest a while." People were coming and going in great numbers, and they had no opportunity to eat. So they went off in the boat by themselves to a deserted place. People saw them leaving and many came to know about it. They hastened there on foot from all the towns and arrived at the place before them. When he disembarked and saw the vast crowd, his heart was moved with pity for them, for they were like sheep without a shepherd; and he began to teach them many things. Church of England Vicar objected to my T-shirt that it may cause problems. COE is a Church of Satan headed by Mammon and not God. https://youtu.be/wp_8D3tlu90 Please click on my Playlists at http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/playlist.htm  Church of England Vicar objected to my T-shirt which may cause problems. Today, 05 December 2010, I visited four Churches. First I went to the United Reformed Church that is just near the Bus stop and I thought let me go in as it was getting late to service. It was normal and a few looked at my T-shirt and logos but with curiosity. Only one man engaged me in the discussion. Then, I thought let me go to the Greek Orthodox Service nearby at Bartholomew Church, corner of Palmer Park and diagonally opposite to URC that I just attended. Serving Priest was from London but he normally is busy with the formalities. However, he gave me his London address and invited me to visit the Church and ask questions. That would be good. After the service, they invite people to join them in their service of Tea and Coffee with food cooked by different members at home. They also served hard drinks as it was cold. I had some cough and it was good for me to have a few. .......

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[xblasphemia]

      𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : tatiana petrovdottir  ››  psychic  ››  nina dobrev .

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ the calming sound of rain against pavement ,  the gods smiling on brave women like the valkyries whose furies men fear and desire, an exquisite beauty in silk and laces . ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  →

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*   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  &.  →    nina dobrev : cis woman : she/her : if i had a heart by fever ray — looks like tatia petrovsdottir has been driven to mystic falls. the 1000+ -year-old psychic is known for being phlegmatic on a good day and unpredictable on a bad day . lets hope they enjoy small town mysic falls, whilst they still can.

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full name : tatiana petrovsdottir .

age : 26 / 1000+  .

date of birth : june 22nd .

occupation : shield-maiden / farmer (when alive )  .

species : doppelganger / psychic .

language(s) spoken : english  ,  old norse  ,  german  ,  icelandic  ,  bulgarian .

hair color : brown .

eye color : hazel brown .

notable scars : a werewolf scratch on her upper thigh .

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positive : vehement  ,  resourceful .

negative : merciless  ,  blunt .

moral alignment : chaotic neutral .

deadly sin : lust + pride .

hogwarts house : ravenclaw .

element : fire .

emotional stability : it’s there .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked .

habits : n/a .

drives / motivations : the people she loves .

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father : petrov ‘the black’ lothbrok † .

mother : gyda lothbrok † .

siblings : ubbe petrovsson  †  ,  ivar petrovsson  † .

children : asbjorn ( unknown )  ,  aethelwulf (unknown) .  

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more info on her background ; click here. other than that basic points about her is ;

―  She was born and raised as a shield maiden.

―  Tatia is a viking. She shows devotion to her family, her people, and her gods.

―  Being born and raised a warrior if she has to kill she will kill and will do so without mercy. she is vicious to those whom she deems enemies and has no problem in form of torture.(Whenever information of an enemy was needed her people would always look for her to get the information out . )she doesn’t always use her powers but will do so against her enemies .

―  Having two older brothers who finds joy and often laughs during their plunders, whether they are  killing or discovering new things in the land they visit in their time alive.

― Still despite her warrior side and her flaws she can be gentle especially towards children considering she has a great love for them. ( especially her twin boys) She’s a woman of considerable courage and resolution with a fierce determination and isn’t afraid to speak her own mind and stand up for what she believes in.  

―  She is the first doppelganger not to be attracted by Silas’s doppelganger. Ironically enough she was the one that killed him .

―   While she loved both elijah and klaus  she was only ever in love with one but never picked between them . it was esther kidnapped and forced tatia for her blood. it was tatia’s blood used to turn the mikaelsons into vampires and bounded klaus’ werewolf side . Esther was the one who killed her .

―  Being back now , tatia hates it but likes it at the same time . She feels lost and feels like this isn’t her place . Still , the girl wants to live her life . she somewhat remembers the dark dimension but its all still fuzzy .

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[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible

by J.R. Miller

The Death of Elisha (2 Kings 13:14-25)

The story of Elisha has a fine charm about it. It contrasts with the story of Elijah. The men widely differed in their personal character, and the manner of their work differed quite as widely. We come now to the close of Elisha's ministry. The most useful life must come to an end. It is interesting while we stand beside this old prophet's deathbed, to think of all that he had been to the country in which he lived. We saw him first as a young farmer, plowing in the fields one day, when suddenly behind him came the prophet Elijah in shaggy garments and threw over his shoulders a sheepskin cloak. Thus the young farmer was called to the ministry, as we would say.

From that time on, his life was given up to God and God's service - for a while as the attendant and helper of Elijah - and then as the great prophet of Israel. He was a man of gentle mood and kindly spirit. His ministry was full of blessings. We have but a few incidents of it recorded - but these show us the spirit of the man. The friend of the poor and the oppressed, he was also the counselor and helper of kings.

There is no time when a man's life and work can be seen quite so truly - as from amid the shadows of his last hours. Then prejudices give way to honest appreciation, enmity dissolves in kindly sentiment, and criticism is changed to ungrudged commendation. We should live so that when the end of our life comes - the world may speak approvingly of us. In order to do this - we must live faithfully along the years - unselfishly, purely, thoughtfully.

The incident in one of Elisha's last days, recorded in our passage, is peculiarly interesting. The king came down to see the old minister. Joash knew well the value of the counsel of the old prophet. He was now in much trouble with enemies who were pressing upon him. He needed Elisha's wisdom. Perhaps this was why he came, rather than merely to pay tribute at the deathbed of the godly man. The prophet could not come to him any more - and the king came to him with his questions, his perplexities, his anxieties, to get advice. It is a great thing to be set apart as a counselor and friend, one to whom others may come with their needs, their sorrows, their sins, and their troubles.

The king's tribute to the prophet was very beautiful. He spoke of him as his father, and indeed Elisha had been a father to him. He was an affectionate man and, no doubt, had shown all of a father's interest in the king. He spoke of him also as "the chariots of Israel and the horsemen thereof." This was a tribute to the value of Elisha as a defender of the nation. It did not mean that the prophet had been a leader of victorious armies, for he never was so employed - he had not been a soldier - but that his wisdom, counsel, and love had been to the king of even greater value - than his armies had been. Besides, the prophet's power with God - had brought divine help to the nation in time of war. Godly men are always a blessing to a community and to a country. Indeed, the world does not know the value of the saints who live in it, ofttimes neglected, overlooked, unrecognized, and yet the real deliverers and defenders of the people.

Elisha improved the occasion of the king's coming to see him, to say some earnest words to him. He wished to teach him a lesson which might influence his course as a king. It was an ancient custom to throw a spear or shoot an arrow into a country which an army was about to invade. Thus it is said that Alexander the Great, arriving on the coasts of Iona, threw a spear into the country of the Persians which lay before him. This was a formal declaration of war against Persia. Marcus Aurelius, when leaving Rome to go on one of his campaigns, performed a final sacrifice, and then, dipping a spear point into the blood of the sacrifice, he hurled it in the direction of the enemy.

This was in token of the war he was about to begin. That this custom prevailed at the time of Elisha and the kings of Israel, this incident of the arrows would seem to indicate. The king was bidden to draw the bow with his own hand. This showed that he was to wage the war. The battle was to be fought by him. The prophet then put his hand upon the king's. This signified that the Lord, whose representative Elisha was - would fight with the king in the battle against his enemies.

We are beset with enemies. Whatever we may say about the barbarity of war, there is no question but that every Christian is called to be a soldier and must fight even until death. Every blessing has to be won in contest. This incident has its lesson for us in our spiritual warfare. We should cast the arrow of God toward every enemy that stands before us - there should be no peace made with sin, no truce even with wickedness. Our own hand must be upon the bow, for we must fight our own battles. Even God will not fight for us while we lie supinely at our ease. He does not fight for us - but He will fight with us. We are bidden to be strong in the Lord. We are assured that God will bruise Satan under our feet. While the Lord does the bruising, it must be under our tread.

The Lord wants strenuousness and thoroughness in our warfare against spiritual enemies. The prophet taught his lesson in dramatic way.

He bade the king to open the window eastward, toward Syria, and to shoot. "The Lord's arrow of victory," said the prophet. Then he bade the king gather up his arrows and smite upon the ground. The king obeyed - but smote only three times. Elisha was angry and chided the king with his lack of earnestness and enthusiasm. The war against the Syrians was not to be a partial one - but should be waged until the victory was complete and the enemies were entirely subdued. This was God's plan for the war, which Joash was commanded to begin. This was what God meant him to do.

The lesson is also for us. We should not fight any spiritual battle languidly. We should never make a compromise with sin in any form. We should smite our enemies until they are consumed. The trouble in the wars of God's people in Canaan, was that they did not utterly exterminate their enemies. They left little handfuls of them here and there, parts of tribes and families, sometimes making alliances with them. The result was that these enemies became the plague of God's people in after days. We must do thorough work in our battle with temptation and sin!

"You should have smitten five or six times," said the prophet. The incident of the arrows, was not a mere bit of play. Without knowing it, the king was being tested. The prophet's anger was not unreasonable. The test had not been an arbitrary one. By the way the king smote with the arrows - he showed the kind of man he was. He smote indolently, carelessly, only three times. He showed no enthusiasm, no energy. His act was the tell-tale of his character. He did everything in the same way: half-heartedly, and not thoroughly. If he had smitten with all his might and persistently, he would have shown himself to be a man of unconquerable spirit, doing his work with energy. As it was, he had proved himself to be unequal to the responsibility laid upon him. Instead of smiting the Syrians until he had consumed them - he would gain only three slight victories over them and then let them go.

We are interested in this because it teaches us important lessons. Without being conscious of it - we are always revealing our character by little things in our conduct and behavior. Even in his play, a child shows the quality of his spirit and tells whether he is going to be a man of persistence and courage - or indolent, easily satisfied, half-hearted. Wellington said the battle of Waterloo was won at Eton. He meant that in the games and plays of his school days - he had learned the secret of the power which made him a general. Children cannot be too careful in forming their early habits. These habits will almost certainly control the whole life.

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