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TOURNEE: I CIRCHI A FEBBRAIO 2024

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“EMANUELA ORLANDI È STATA MOLESTATA NEI GIARDINI VATICANI DA UN LAICO” – IL GIORNALISTA PINO NICOTRI: “SI TRATTA DI PIETRO MAGNESIO, ALL’EPOCA RESPONSABILE DEGLI IMPIANTI ELETTRICI DEL VATICANO, DOVE ABITAVA. L'UOMO, ALCOLISTA, ERA IL PADRE DI PIERLUIGI, COETANEO E COMPAGNO DI LICEO DI EMANUELA" - "LE SUE MOLESTIE NON ERANO RIMASTE UN SEGRETO. IL 23 GIUGNO, IL GIORNO DOPO LA SCOMPARSA DI EMANUELA, VENNE..." -

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Emanuela Orlandi: una nuova pista nel mistero che dura da 40 anni. Come ho anticipato in un articolo precedente, quando il 7 luglio sono stato interrogato dal Procuratore di Giustizia del Vaticano, Alessandro Diddi, ho suggerito una ben precisa pista.

Vediamo quale e perché. Nel suo libro Atto di dolore, edito nel 2016, Tommaso Nelli cita, senza farne il nome, quanto raccontatogli da una ex compagna di scuola di Emanuela. Vale a dire, che un “alto prelato” aveva molestato Emanuela: “Lei mi ha confidato che l’alto prelato ci ha provato mentre erano nei giardini vaticani”.

L’episodio è stato citato anche nelle miniserie Vatican Girl, trasmessa da Netflix lo scorso ottobre, mantenendo l’anonimato della ex compagna di scuola e senza neppure citare Nelli. Di recente l’asserito alto prelato viene definito “vicino al Papa”.

Ho saputo da tempo che l’ex compagna di scuola si chiama Paola e che chi “ci ha provato” con Emanuela nei giardini vaticani non solo non è “un prelato vicino al Papa”, ma non è neppure un prelato non vicino al Papa né un semplice sacerdote. Si tratta invece di un laico, all’epoca dipendente del Vaticano e abitante in Vaticano: Pietro Magnesio.

Pietro Magnesio, affetto da problemi di dipendenza dall’alcol, era l’allora responsabile degli impianti elettrici del Vaticano. Ed era il padre del Pierluigi coetaneo e compagno di liceo di Emanuela, della quale era molto amico, anzi l’amico più importante oltre che innamorato cotto.

Il ragazzo di comportava con lei appunto come un buon amico e un sicuro confidente. Riservato, intelligente, un po’ timido. Senza inflessioni dialettali (il “pariolino” di cui ha parlato Mario Meneguzzi dopo averne ricevuto una telefonata?), e anzi corretto se non forbito nel linguaggio.

Se Emanuela era stata fatta oggetto di molestie lo ha sicuramente raccontato a Pierluigi. Al quale ha sicuramente raccontato anche di eventuali altre attenzioni eccessive da parte di “un adulto a lei molto vicino”, come il magistrato Domenico Sica ha definito almeno in conversazioni private con colleghi l’uomo della cui esistenza e responsabilità nella scomparsa di Emanuela era più che convinto. Sica è il magistrato che un mese dopo la scomparsa di Emanuela è diventato il responsabile delle indagini.

I Magnesio abitavano vicino alla farmacia vaticana, ma più verso i giardini, in fondo a via della Posta. Lei era quasi tutti i pomeriggi a casa di Pierluigi, anche per studiare perché erano in classi diverse ma solo per la sezione. Oppure si trovavano sotto la casa di lui nel cortile/piazzale e sul suo comodo muretto perimetrale. Il padre di Pierluigi aveva avuto quindi sicuramente modo di notare bene Emanuela.

Le molestie di Pietro Magnesio, che per il suo lavoro disponeva di un furgoncino, non erano rimaste un segreto non solo per la compagna di scuola Paola. Infatti verso le 13 del 23 giugno, cioè del giorno immediatamente successivo alla scomparsa di Emanuela, mentre era col suo furgoncino al varco di Porta S. Anna il papà di Pierluigi venne bloccato da don Aron, un sacerdote agostiniano, che creando uno scompiglio si mise a urlare arrabbiatissimo:

“Scendi, scendi! Tu, non hai nulla da confessare? Eh, sicuro di non avere nulla da confessare?! Scendi, maledetto, scendi!”. Solo l’accorrere del personale della gendarmeria vaticana mise fine all’alterco, sciogliendo il capannello di curiosi fermatisi ad assistere alla scena permise a Magnesio di allontanarsi col suo furgone. Ai gendarmi che gli chiedevano cosa fosse successo don Aron prima di andar via e senza aggiungere altro ha risposto sconsolato: “Quella stupida si è fatta fregare!”.

Della scena venne a conoscenza anche il capo della gendarmeria, il prudentissimo Camillo Cibin, che non si sa per quale motivo, nonostante i solleciti di alcuni gendarmi, non fece nulla per chiarire i motivi del decisamente strano alterco. O se ha fatto qualcosa non lo ha fatto sapere a nessuno.

Tant’è che la magistratura vaticana non ne sapeva nulla finché non ne ho parlato io il 7 luglio nel corso della mia testimonianza, spiegando che si tratta di notizie che mi ha dato monsignor Francesco Saverio Salerno quando l’ho intervistato per tutt’altre faccende.

Certo sarebbe strano che Emanuela il 22 giugno avesse accettato di salire nell’auto o furgone di chi con lei “ci aveva provato”. Ma Pietro Magnesio potrebbe averla convinta dicendole parole più o meno come le seguenti: “So che ho sbagliato. Ti chiedo scusa e giuro che non succederà più. Sono pur sempre il papà del tuo Pierluigi. Dai, facciamo pace. Sali che ti porto a casa”.

Pietro Magnesio venne privato del suo incarico e dell’abitazione in Vaticano nel 1990, dopo la denuncia di due ragazzine di avere ricevuto proposte di tipo sessuale in cambio dell’autoradio del furgone. Suo figlio Pierluigi pare sia andato a vivere in Spagna.

Nei primi tempi dell’inchiesta gli inquirenti s’erano fatti l’idea che fosse stato lui a fare le prime tre telefonate a casa Orlandi – in una delle quali aveva detto di chiamarsi proprio Pierluigi – e che potesse conoscere il colpevole e che telefonasse per depistare: forse sotto minaccia o forse di propria iniziativa.

Il problema è che la prima telefonata di “Pierluigi” – alla quale ha risposto come per tutte le altre per un mese Mario Meneguzzi, zio acquisito di Emanuela – è quasi certamente sua e non è stata registrata. Nel raccontare la telefonata agli Orlandi e agli inquirenti zio Mario ha riportato tutto o ha dimenticato qualcosa?

Il 27 ottobre 1987, durante la diretta di Telefono Giallo è arrivata la telefonata di un uomo che ha gridato concitato: “Buona sera, sono Pierluigi. Se parlo, mi ammazzano!”. L’autore della telefonata ha interrotto la comunicazione prima di poter essere registrato e prima di andare in onda. Gli inquirenti non hanno escluso che potesse trattarsi di Pierluigi Magnesio, ma non hanno mai saputo spiegarsi il perché, se era davvero lui, di quella chiamata.

Forse Pierluigi aveva paura di raccontare di suo padre, ancora in servizio in Vaticano? O di fare il nome dell’uomo che Sica parlando della scomparsa di Emanuela aveva definito un “adulto a lei molto vicino”?

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Match Point, vince il concorso il racconto Giallo e rosso di Paola Usala

Match Point, vince il concorso il racconto Giallo e rosso di Paola Usala Di Pietro Nigro Cerimonia di premiazione all'Iic di Londra: Paola Usala con il racconto GIallo e rosso vince Match Point, il concorso letterario organizzato da Il Circolo. Concorso Match Point, vince Giallo e rosso di Paola Usala È Paola Usala, con il racconto Giallo e rosso, la vincitrice di Match Point, il concorso letteraio organizzato da Il Circolo di Londra. Un ristorante in King Street scritto da Marco Medugno si è invece classificato secondo, seguito da Solo sole di Danilo Tuminello, giunto terzo. Match Point è un concorso unico nel suo genere, organizzato da Il Circolo, una charity italiana che da 25 anni opera in ambito culturale nel Regno Unito. L'iniziativa, a cui hanno collaborato la scuola di scrittura creativa Italia Scrive e The Italian Bookshop, è stata patrocinata dal Consolato generale d'Italia a Londra, ed è stata inserita in Vivere all'Italiana, il programma di promozione integrata del Sistema Paese del Ministero degli Esteri. Il concorso era riservato ad autori italiani o italianofoni residenti in Regno Unito chiamati a scrivere racconti ispirati al tema del match point nello sport e nella vita. Gli autori dei tre racconti, che sono stati selezionati tra gli ottanta pervenuti, sono stati premiati nel corso di una cerimonia all'Istituto Italiano di Cultura di Londra. A sceglierli, una giuria composta da professionisti della scrittura e dell'editoria: Olga Campofreda, Benedetta Cibrario, Isabella d'Amico, Daniele Derossi, Marco Mancassola, Paolo Nelli, e Caterina Soffici. I giurati hanno valutato tutti gli ottanta racconti pervenuti, ne hanno selezionati 22, ed hanno assegnato tre menzioni speciali alle storie scritte da Paolo Gerli, Francesco Sani, ed Eletra Solignani. Scegliere i vincitori dunque, è stato particolarmnete difficile. Ai tre vincitori va un premio, di mille sterline per il primo e di cinquecento per gli altri due, oltre a una preziosa possibilità, accedere ad un percorso di editing professionale curato da Londra Scrive. Inoltre, nelle prossime settimane, la pubblicazione sulle due riviste partner del concorso Ultimo Uomo e Cattedrale Osservatorio del racconto. La vincitrice, Paola Usala, di origini sarde, si è laureata in Lettere e vive a Edinburgo dal 2009, dove scrive e legge letteratura ed ha per questo deciso di partecipare. Con un altro testo, sempre quest'anno, è stata finalista della call per racconti brevi del Premio Italo Calvino. Ma non per questo si aspettava di vincere il concorso Match Point, A convincere i giurati, come si legge nella motivazione, "la potenza dell'immagine iniziale e delle seguenti; per il ritratto emotivo, il racconto della paura che abita il protagonista da bambino e da adulto; per la narrazione fluida da infanzia a età adulta, da passato a presente; per la forza delle scene sul ring, per l'atmosfera, la cstruzione ben calibrata, l'assenza di tono retorico". ... @ItalyinLDN Continua a leggere su Read the full article

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Renaissance Nun’s ‘Last Supper’ Painting Makes Public Debut After 450 Years in Hiding

The 21-foot canvas, created by self-taught artist and nun Plautilla Nelli, is now on view in Florence

Around 1568, Florentine nun Plautilla Nelli—a self-taught painter who ran an all-woman artists’ workshop out of her convent—embarked on her most ambitious project yet: a monumental Last Supper scene featuring life-size depictions of Jesus and the 12 Apostles.

As Alexandra Korey writes for the Florentine, Nelli’s roughly 21- by 6-and-a-half foot canvas is remarkable for its challenging composition, adept treatment of anatomy at a time when women were banned from studying the scientific field, and chosen subject. During the Renaissance, the majority of individuals who painted the biblical scene were male artists at the pinnacle of their careers. Per the nonprofit Advancing Women Artists organization, which restores and exhibits works by Florence’s female artists, Nelli’s masterpiece placed her among the ranks of such painters as Leonardo da Vinci, Domenico Ghirlandaio and Pietro Perugino, all of whom created versions of the Last Supper “to prove their prowess as art professionals.”

Despite boasting such a singular display of skill, the panel has long been overlooked. According to Visible: Plautilla Nelli and Her Last Supper Restored, a monograph edited by AWA Director Linda Falcone, Last Supper hung in the refectory (or dining hall) of the artist’s own convent, Santa Caterina, until the house of worship’s dissolution during the Napoleonic suppression of the early 19th century. The Florentine monastery of Santa Maria Novella acquired the painting in 1817, housing it in the refectory before moving it to a new location around 1865. In 1911, scholar Giovanna Pierattini reported, the portable panel was “removed from its stretcher, rolled up and moved to a warehouse, where it remained neglected for almost three decades.”

📷 Plautilla Nelli's "Last Supper" prior to restoration Rabatti & Domingie

Plautilla’s Last Supper remained in storage until 1939, when it underwent significant restoration. Returned to the refectory, the painting sustained slight damage during the momentous flooding of Florence in 1966 but escaped largely unscathed. Upon the refectory’s reclassification as the Santa Maria Novella Museum in 1982, the work was transferred to the friars’ private rooms, where it was kept until scholars intervened in the 1990s.

Now, for the first time in some 450 years, Nelli’s Last Supper—newly restored following a four-year campaign by AWA—is finally on public view. No longer consigned to Santa Maria Novella’s private halls, the work is installed in the church’s museum, where it hangs alongside masterpieces by the likes of Masaccio and Brunelleschi.

According to a press release, AWA raised funds for the project through crowdfunding and a donation-based “Adopt an Apostle” program. The Florentine nonprofit’s all-woman team of curators, restorers and scientists then began the arduous process of restoration, performing tasks including removing a thick layer of yellow varnish, treating flaking paint and conducting an analysis of the pigments’ chemical composition.

“We restored the canvas and, while doing so, rediscovered Nelli’s story and her personality,” lead conservator Rossella Lari says. “She had powerful brushstrokes and loaded her brushes with paint.”

📷 Detail of the "Last Supper" table Rabatti & Domingie

📷 Conservator Rossella Lari adds finishing touches to the painting Rabatti & Domingie

Given the fact that reflectography found little evidence of under-drawing, Lari adds, it’s clear the nun-turned-artist “knew what she wanted and had control enough of her craft to achieve it.”

Nelli, born into a Florentine merchant family in 1524, joined the Dominican Santa Caterina convent at age 14. Per Financial Review’s Nicky Lobo, she began her artistic career by making miniature copies in the style of Renaissance master Fra Bartolomeo. Soon, the self-taught artist found herself in high demand, garnering private devotional commissions from the city’s wealthy families.

As one of just four women cited in Giorgio Vasari’s Lives of the Most Excellent Painters, Sculptors and Architects, Nelli commanded more attention than the majority of her female peers. In fact, the biographer wrote, “There were so many of her paintings in the houses of gentlemen in Florence, it would be tedious to mention them all.”

Nelli’s status as a nun enabled her to pursue art at a time when women were all but banned from the profession. According to Artsy’s Karen Chernick, Renaissance nunneries “extracted women” from domestic duties such as marriage and motherhood, freeing them to engage in otherwise off-limits activities.

“We think of these nuns as imprisoned, but it was a very enriching world for them,” AWA Director Linda Falcone tells Chernick.

📷 Jesus and John prior to restoration Rabatti & Domingie

📷 Jesus and John post-restoration Rabatti & Domingie

Renaissance women “could obviously paint as part of their cultural education,” Falcone says, “but the only way they could paint large-scale works and get public commissions was through their convent.”

Most paintings produced by Nelli and her workshop of some eight fellow nuns were smaller devotional works made for outside collectors. But some canvases—including Last Supper and others designed for private use within the convent—were monumental, requiring expensive scaffolding and assistants that the nuns paid for with funds from their commissions.

Per the AWA statement, the newly restored work was created in true “workshop style”—in other words, different artists of varying levels of expertise contributed to the religious scene.

📷 Nelli's signature and appeal for viewers to "Pray for the paintress" Rabatti & Domingie

As Chernick reports in a separate Atlas Obscura article, Nelli chose to depict Jesus and his 12 apostles dining on fare typically enjoyed by the residents of Santa Caterina. In addition to traditional wine and bread, she included a whole roasted lamb, lettuce heads and fava beans. And unlike Last Supper scenes painted by male artists, AWA founder Jane Fortune pointed out in a 2017 essay for the Florentine, Nelli’s tableware is incredibly elaborate; among the items on display are turquoise ceramic bowls, fine china platters and silver-adorned glasses.

According to historian Andrea Muzzi, Last Supper builds on the style established by Leonardo da Vinci’s similarly themed work. This monumental fresco, painted for the refectory of Milan’s Santa Maria delle Grazie between 1495 and 1498, was so influential, Muzzi writes in her essay “A Nun Who Paints,” that the “sacred subject could no longer be represented without his work being taken into account.” An apostle painted fourth from the left in Nelli’s version, for example, gestures with open hands in a manner reminiscent of Leonardo’s composition.

For Financial Review, Lobo paints an apt portrait of Nelli’s singular skill: “Picture the nun in her holy garments, mixing her pigments and stepping up onto scaffolding to brush enormous strokes of paint onto a canvas taller than her and wider than a contemporary billboard,” he writes. “The physical undertaking would have been immense, requiring great strength, focus and discipline—to say nothing of the will required to take on this sacred subject attempted before only by the male greats.”

An inscription hidden in the upper left corner of the painting suggests Nelli was keenly aware of the landmark nature of her creation. Written in Latin, it bears the artist’s name (an unusual declaration of authorship for the period) and a poignant appeal to the viewer: “Orate pro pictora,” or “Pray for the paintress.”

📷 The painting is now on view in Santa Maria Novella Museum Rabatti & Domingie

📷Nelli's apostles pre-restoration, possibly Thomas and Peter Francesco Cacchiani

📷 Nelli's apostles post-restoration, possibly Thomas and Peter Rabatti & Domingie

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mauriziolorenziscrittore · 2 years

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E stiamo per tagliare (l'incredibile) traguardo delle 100 dico 100 (CENTO) puntate di Le interviste di MaLo - "Leggere per capire Scrivere per capirsi" !!!! Un percorso lungo e ricco di soddisfazioni, di risate ma anche di riflessioni attente che vogliamo festeggiare insieme al direttore dell'emittente (l'esimio Fabio Conti) e ovviamente a tutti gli OSPITI che si sono alternati ai microfoni di Pienneradio sottoponendosi al mio "ormai noto" fuoco di domande incrociate (molte delle quali assolutamente folli!) e ai radioascoltatori che ci hanno seguito e ci continuano a seguire da DUE ANNI a questa parte! Ovviamente domenica andrà in onda una puntata SPECIALE con un ospite MISTERIOSO che ci racconterà il MAESTRO del giallo italiano, lo scrittore da cui tutto (o quasi) nacque nel nostro PAESE. Restate sintonizzati! Intanto grazie a Roberto Centazzo Valerio Varesi Oliviero Toscani Studio Tiziana Leone Monia Gabaldo Fulvio Abbate Mariano Sabatini Roberto Robert Francesco Curreri Daniele Pierumberto Cellamare Antonio Vastarelli Giancarlo Caselli Alessandro Bertante Alfonso Sabella Jacopo De Michelis Enrico Fovanna Cinzia Tani Gianluca Morozzi Roby Facchinetti Matteo Monforte Leo Turrini Alessandro Gnocchi Ildo Serantoni Fabio Zuffanti Elisabetta Villaggio Massimiliano Tedesco Ivan Scelsa Fabio Conti Giulia Fagiolino Patrizia Vigiani Gianluca Ferraris ❤️ Bepi and the Prismas Giallormea Gabriele Moroni Festival AG NOIR Fabio Paravisi Dario Galimberti Furio zara Dario Snaidero Bignami Marco Ligabue Patrizia Debicke Alessia Ruspo Raul Montanari Alberto Pezzini Roberto Van Heugten Achille Maccapani Grazia Verasani Maurizio Crosetti Umberto Pellizzari Livia Sambrotta Angelo Maurizio Mapelli Bruno Volpi Giacomo Pilati Pietro Caliceti Cristina Cassar Scalia Alessia Tripaldi Michael Sfaradi Stefano Colnaghi Viola Ardone Gavino Zucca Enrico Pandiani Fabio Guaglione Piera Carlomagno Fabio Geda Letizia Vicidomini Maurizio Blini Divier Nelli Stefano Corsi Massimiliano Rossi Giuseppe Spatola Leonardo Gori Francesco Paolo Oreste Stefania Auci Massimo Carlotto - pagina ufficiale Camilla Bianchi Olimpio Talarico Filippo Tapparelli Roberto Alajmo Antonio Lanzetta Piero Colaprico Vito (presso Bergamo, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cds5FIbM0D4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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ars-videndi · 4 years

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The Resurrection fresco attributed to Andrea da Firenze (aka Andrea Bonaiuti, active c. 1346 - 1377) or Pietro Nelli (1345? - 1419) in the vestry of Chiesa di Ognissanti, Florence

#resurrection #andrea da firenze #andrea bonaiuti #andrea di bonaiuto #pietro nelli #ognissanti florence #fresco #italian art #christian art #14th century

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koredzas · 4 years

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Andrea Bonaiuti - The Resurrection. 1366 - 1367

#art #andrea di bonaiuto da firenze #andrea bonaiuti #pietro nelli #the resurrection #resurrection #angels #gothic

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womansart · 3 years

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Renaissance Nun’s ‘Last Supper’ Painting Makes Public Debut After 450 Years In Hiding

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“We think of these nuns as imprisoned, but it was a very enriching world for them,” AWA Director Linda Falcone tells Chernick.

#about the artist

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shewhoworshipscarlin · 2 years

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St. Catherine of Alexandria by Pietro Nelli, 1365.

#st. catherine #1360s #antique #middle ages #Religion

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bravadoseries · 3 years

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PARACOSM

westview, new jersey.

Newlyweds Wanda Maximoff and Vera Modi are one happy couple—but that doesn’t mean they’re ordinary! Wanda’s got the ability to move things with her mind, and Vera can shoot electricity from her fingertips. When their new neighborhood is not what it seems, Vera takes it upon herself to investigate.

quantico.

Best friends and partners Jimmy Woo and Vanya Laghari were halfway through a game of War when the call came in. Missing person—or, more accurately, missing town. With Jimmy’s history with the extraordinary, it only makes sense for him to take the job, but Vanya’s reasons are much more personal: among the missing three-thousand Westview residents are her parents.

upstate new york.

Pietro Maximoff and Mattie Rowland are supposed to be visiting his sister in law at their new place in Jersey, but when they cross the border into town, they instead find themselves in high school. Or something like that. He’s the star of the track team, she’s a science nerd he’ll never notice. Until he needs help with his SATs, and she’s the only tutor free on Thursday nights.

manhattan, new york.

When the Avengers came back and saved the world, criminal Sylvia Viotti knew her reign over Queens was through. When a girl needs to catch a break, where is she supposed to go? Jersey City! Or that was the plan, until her getaway driver decided to be a pain and she had to dump his body in some small town, only to get stuck in a musical sitcom. But Sylvia likes it in Wanda’s little dollhouse, where tensions are high and pressure is rising. Because with the two of them trapped together, Westview will only last so long.

You're not real anymore, darling! Better get used to it.

taglist: @daaeleira ✰ @emiliachrstine ✰ @perfectlystiles ✰ @kenobi-jinn ✰ @aliverse ✰ @lizziesxltzmxn ✰ @ultraocfury ✰ @foxesandmagic ✰ @sgtbuckyybarnes ✰ @ahsokatonas ✰ @ocfairygodmother ✰ @randomfandoming1 ✰ @delicateblackrose ✰ @suzieloveships ✰ @nellie–crain ✰ @abbysarcane ✰ @julianblackthcrns ✰ @ochub ✰ wanna be added?

#paracosm #i feel like this is gonna flop but i had so much funnn making it. so #also i'm sorry abt white pietro im still searching for someone who has enough material for me to gif #vanya laghari #sylvia viotto #mattie rowland #vera modi #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #wandavision #jimmy woo #monica rambeau #wandavision oc #also ok im utilizing the snap for aging purposes sort of rn ...#pietro and mattie got s worded but not wanda and vera so they're older than the two of them #who are both still too old to be in high school #but if the cw does it why can't wanda!#anyway wanda and vera bonded over old sitcoms bc wanda has insomnia and vera is the night bodyguard at the base n it was all that was on at #also wanda learned english from watching them as a kid and so did vera's parents so they both have sentimental attachments....#also jimmy!! and vanya!! friends to lovers friends to lovers friends to lovers!!!#sylvia has no love interest BUT she interrupts wanda's programming with fun musical interludes bc she has agency still....but who knows why.#*

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cuddly-dean-baby · 3 years

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what fandoms/people i will write for

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Updated on 25 March 2024

i'll most likely write male or gn reader, so it's fair for everyone

give me a small description of what you want. i'm down to write some lgbt+ as i'm part of the community. if you want me to write the request as a mini series, tell me also

i'll try and write smut, but i doubt it. i'll write close to it (so basically a cockblock) but i'll see how i feel about it

i apologize if the requests take long. it's either because i've been a bit busy, writers block being a pain in the ass, i've been feeling unwell, or work has me drained

~the actors who play the characters~

The Walking Dead (game and show) Daryl Dixon Rick Grimes Negan Javier Garcia Clementine Shane Walsh

Supernatural Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Jack Kline Meg Rowena MacLeod Jody Mills

Marvel Tony Stark Pietro/Peter Maximoff Scott Summers (Cyclops) Alex Summers (Havok) Charles Xavier Hank McCoy (Beast) Bucky Barnes Clint Barton Doctor Strange Peter Quill Loki Sam Wilson Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Matt Murdock Thor Marc Spector Steven Grant Tobey Maguire!Peter Parker/SpiderMan Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker/SpiderMan Frank Castle Miguel O’Hara Hobart “Hobie” Brown Driug

DC Clark Kent Dick Grayson Garfield Logan Jason Todd Harley Quinn Poison Ivy Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Connor Kent

The Witcher Geralt

BNHA/My Hero Academia Bakugo Aizawa Kirishima FatGum

Resident Evil (game) Carlos Oliveira Karl Heisenberg Leon Kennedy Chris Redfield Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

The Umbrella Academy Viktor Hargreeves Diego Hargreeves Five Hargreeves Klaus Hargreeves

Detroit Become Human Connor Hank Anderson RK900 Markus Elijah Kamski Ralph Gavin Reed

The Haunting (Hill House + Bly Manor) Luke Crain Nellie Crain Peter Quint Owen

Hellboy

The Maze Runner Newt Minho Thomas

Z Nation 10K Javier Warren Addy

IT (2019) Bill Denbrough Ben Hanscom

Rise of the Guardians Jack Frost Bunnymund Pitch (Boogeyman)

Tarzan

American Horror Story (Evan Peters’ characters)

Big Hero 6 Tadashi Hamada

Transformers Bumblebee Crosshairs Grimlock Colonel William Lennox Cade Yeager

Shadowhunters Jace Wayland Alec Lightwood Simon Lewis Magnus Bane

Seven Deadly Sins Meliodas Ban Harlequin/King

The Mandalorian

Twilight Carlisle Cullen Edward Cullen Jasper Hale Emmett Cullen Jacob Black

Divergent Four/Tobias Eaton Peter

Overwatch McCree Reaper Soldier 76

YouTubers Markiplier jacksepticeye Corpse Husband Anthony Padilla David Dobrik

Kingsman Eggsy Unwin Agent Tequila Agent Whiskey

Some Horror Slashers Jason Voorhees Michael Myers Pyramid Head Brahms Heelshire Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher) Thomas Hewitt Bubba Sawyer Hannibal Lecter (show)

Lucifer

The Wolf Among Us Bigby Wolf

Peaky Blinders Thomas Shelby

Stranger Things Steve Harrington Billy Hargrove Jim Hopper Eddie Munson

Shameless Carl Gallagher Ian Gallagher Mickey Milkovich Kevin Ball Veronica Fisher

Dickensian Arthur Havisham

The Sandman Morpheus (Dream) The Corinthian

The Band Ghost Aether Mountain Rain Swiss DewDrop Papa III (Terzo) Papa IV (Copia)

Bullet Train Tangerine

Castlevania Dracula Alucard Hector Trevor Belmont

Call Of Duty Simon 'Ghost' Riley König John ‘Soap’ MacTavish Mitchell

The 100 Bellamy Blake Finn Collins

Game of Thrones Oberyn Martell Jon Snow

The Last Of Us Joel Miller

Midnight Mass Riley Flynn Father Paul Hill Sheriff Hassan

The Boys Billy Butcher Soldier Boy (Ben)

FNAF (movie) Mike Schmidt

The Hunger Games Peeta Mellark Finnick O’Dair

Avatar Jake Sully

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greeksorceress · 2 years

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Joy and melancholy for a song, movie, and character :)

JOY

a song: you know this one... 👀 i'm gonna pick let's groove by earth, wind and fire <3 it makes me want to dance as soon as i listen to the first second of it! and i'm also going to pick someone to love by jefferson's airplane 'cause it's probably my favorite song ever and the ghostbusters' theme song by ray parker jr. <3

a movie: my comfort movie! mamma mia! also, little miss sunshine and billy elliot because we love to see endings that makes us feel hope!

a character: i'm going to say the ones who bring happiness to me even if their lives weren't very happy 😭 johnny cade, yelena belova, nellie crain, eddie kaspbrak, sansa stark, robb stark, wanda maximoff, beth harmon, pietro maximoff, druig and makkari from the eternals, miles morales... <3 as soon as i see anything related to them, i must reblog! they make my heart feel so full!

MELANCHOLY

a song: numb by linkin park (i used to scream the lyrics with my ex-best friend while we drove mindlessly in summer), let her go by passenger, sweet child o' mine by guns n' roses (and the version they use in captain fantastic)...

a movie: ironically enough, little miss sunshine (which is my favorite movie), schindler’s list, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, pride (2014),

a character: all our outsider babies... patroclus (the song of achilles), celia saint james (the seven husbands of evelyn hugo), finnick odair (the hunger games), natasha romanoff (mcu)...

so here it is! i love your pick! i had so many options to add to these, but i tried keeping it as short as possible gajdhga thank you love for the ask <33

#asks: mjmacchio1991 #ask game #this is moving my heart <3

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kayteewritessteve · 5 years

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Love and War - 3/16

Description: In a harsh medieval world, you set out on a perilous quest that will lead you onto a forbidden land. A land ruled and controlled by a ruthless Warlord King, one who does not look favourably upon trespassers of any kind, and punishes all with an iron fist. You may not know exactly where this quest will end, but what you do know is you will forever be altered by it. And that knowledge alone is what truly terrifies you the most.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 4,220 ish.

Pairing: Medieval!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG for now. May become 18+ later.

Warnings: Violence. Curse words. Mentions of fears and potentially brutal medieval tactics. Most likely more to come down the road. Please don’t let these warnings scare you too much, give the story a try before you judge it.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

“Alright, so everyone knows the plan?” You ask quietly, not wanting the guard to hear you.

“Yes,” Wanda says back.

“Yeah,” Piet replies. “Though, I will just put it out there that I think this is a horrible plan, but it’s really all we’ve got at the moment.”

“Oh shhh,” you hiss, “have some faith, you negative nelly.”

He chuckles and murmurs something playfully that you don’t quite hear, but don’t really care to hear either.

“Okay, it’s go time,” you whisper then raise your voice to yell, “excuse me? Guard?”

You notice Wanda move up against the cell door wall, hiding herself in the shadows as best as she can. And then, she slowly starts to vanish before your eyes, using her magic to make herself disappear. She can’t make anyone else vanish, or stay that way for long, but you just need her to hold it for a few minutes. At most.

“Hellooooo! Guard!” You continue to yell, hearing his heavy footsteps coming towards you now.

“What are you hollering about, wench?” He asks gruffly once he reaches the cell door.

“I seem to have lost my cellmate,” you point out, innocently.

His eyes widen slightly as he looks around the small area, “where the hell did she go?”

“Ya know? I’m not entirely sure,” you glance around and then shrug. “One minute she was here, then the next poof,” you wave your hands around with a flourish, “gone.”

“A witch!?” He snaps, clearly angry now, “they didn’t mention you lot were witches.”

“Oh, I’m not a witch,” you shake your head, vehemently, “if I was, don’t you think I’d have escaped with her?”

“Back up,” he commands, ignoring your question, and you comply, reaching the back wall of the cell as his keys jingle and he unlocks the cell door.

“Stay right there,” he orders, “if you so much as move a muscle, you won’t like what happens to you.”

“Don’t move, got it,” you nod.

He comes towards you, pulling shackles off his belt as he does, clearly he plans to restrain you so he can check the cell over. But just as he is about to reach you, Wanda appears and jumps on his back, putting him in a steadfast chokehold. And then you spring into action, you lunge forward and kick him right where the sun don’t shine, causing him to hunch forward as he drops to his knees. Wanda still secured tightly around his neck, he tries to fight back, but you use all your weight to keep his arms down and away from reaching your sister.

After a few tense moments of struggle, he finally slows and then drops forward with a thud, unconscious. Wanda detaches herself from him and then you grab his weapon as she grabs his keys. You both quickly exit the cell, locking the guard inside and then go to release Pietro. Once his cell door is open you all share a quick group hug and then hastily make your way towards the tunnel door.

Pietro motions for you both to hang back, and then takes the guards weapon from you and opens the giant wood door. Poking his head out to look both ways before he motions for both of you to follow him.

You make your way into the tunnel, and head back towards the large iron doors. This will be the hard part, dealing with the two guards on the other side.

After a few moments you reach the doors, and Wanda closes her eyes and focuses her mind. You aren’t entirely sure what she can see, or do in this state, but you have faith she will give you the window you all need.

After a silent and tense moment, she snaps open her eyes and goes to pull the doors open. Pietro and you quickly moving to help her, as the three of you pull with everything you have, hearing the same creaking sound as the doors open.

You glance out and don’t see a guard in sight, turning to give Wanda a curious look but she waves a dismissive hand, murmuring, “I’ll tell you later.” And huh, turns out, this was actually not the hard part after all. Go figure.

The three of you venture out the doors, pulling them closed behind you, as to not alert any passers by before you can get far enough away. Then you all head into the dense woods, knowing that taking a path isn’t an option currently. You quickly and quietly move away from the Kings city, wanting to put as much distance between yourselves and it, as fast as you can.

Your heart is pounding again, your legs ache from the day you’ve already had. Something in you is telling you to stay, begging you to go back, but you ignore it. You push on, knowing that if you did go back, you’d surely die. There was no sugar coating that. But then why does every step feel painful? Every additional pace making your heart scream out to stop. To turn around. To go back. You shake your head, now is not the time to listen to your foolish heart.

You all run for a while, putting some good distance between yourselves and the city, enough distance that finally Pietro believes it’s safe to stop for a bit. To rest. And your aching lungs want to thank him. They want to jump out of your body and bow down at his feet.

You’re exhausted, utterly and truly spent. Your whole body hurts, even your fingers ache. You just want your comfy bed and your sketchbook. Though you’re sure you wouldn’t even be able to draw at the moment. Not with how much both your mind and body, pulsate with pain.

“We will rest here for a moment, but then we have to continue on,” Pietro says as he sits down on a stump. “They will figure out we are gone soon, and then they will come searching for us. We can’t risk staying in one place for too long.”

You nod, as you pant heavily and slump down on a fallen tree. “I was not built for this,” you mumble breathlessly.

Wanda giggles and Pietro shakes his head, chuckling, “that you weren’t. But we love you just the way you are. Sluggish and pesky.”

“Sluggish!?” You gasp trying to pretend to be offended, but then you burst out laughing, quickly slamming a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You shouldn’t be so loud right now, but you couldn’t have prevented the laugh even if you’d tried. You and Pietro both knew you are neither sluggish, nor pesky, but this is what he did. He messed with you. This is just the relationship you both have, you sass each other but it’s all out of love. “This coming from the witless trespass—“

Your words are cut off by a deep earth rumbling howl, one that strikes fear into your very soul. You have no clue what would even cause a howl that loud, or that menacing, but what you do know is, you do not want to hang around to find out. The howl is then followed by loud shouting of in the distance, and you instantly realize they are on to you. They know you all escaped and now they are searching for you.

“How could they have figured out we were gone so quickly?” You whisper glancing at the other two as you all quickly stand up.

But neither of them seem to have the answer to that, and then you all begin to run in the opposite direction from which the howl and voices originated. Your body instantly trying to protest every step, but fear keeps you moving.

Though not as fast as Pietro, but he has always been much, much faster than Wanda and yourself. However, it doesn’t help matters at all that you are both currently wearing these damned skirts! The two of you should have each warn a pair of Pietro’s trousers, what were you both thinking!? Coming to this Godsforsaken place in skirts! Damned fools!

“Come on you two, we have to pick up the pace,” he says as he slows down and waves a hurrying hand.

“We are trying,” you say through your heavy breaths.

You hear commotion getting louder behind you, but refuse to look back. You don’t want to know what is currently chasing you. You don’t want to risk tripping if you aren’t watching exactly where you’re going.

The heavy sounds of ...hooves? No! Paws! The heavy muffled sounds of large paws hitting the soft ground is what you hear next. And there is a lot of them. Way more than you could ever stand to fight off. Whatever it is behind you, you do not want to face it. Not even a little.

Your mind kicks up a thought and you almost shutter in horror. A half breed army, man by day, beast by night. Oh Gods, maybe that rumour is actually true. A loud growl echoes through the forest, bouncing off the trees and causing every muscle in your body to tense up, instantly. As if the growl is controlling your physical body, telling it to stop running, and what's worse is it wants to freaking listen. Your body wants to halt entirely, and face the damned beast. It’s actually begging you to.

Though you just keep pushing yourself forward, ignoring the inner urges coursing through you, but finding each step even harder than the last. What with your body trying so desperately to deter your escape. To prevent you from getting away. From getting to freedom.

You glance up and ahead, seeing Pietro and Wanda about 6-7 yards in front, you know they wouldn’t willingly leave you behind. So they clearly haven’t glanced back yet to realize they’ve started to lose you. Their bodies just don’t seem as affected by all of this as yours currently is.

A howl off to the right has your eyes snapping that direction, but you can’t see anything, it’s just too dark, the moonlight unable to penetrate the think canopy in most places.

But then, a large mass running alongside you through the dense trees catches your eye, and on instinct you veer left. Hoping that you can escape whatever it is.

“Y/N!!” You hear your siblings both yell and you look up to find them, but can no longer see them, and that only makes you panic more. Where did they go? You just saw them mere moments ago. You couldn’t have gone that far off course!

Another growl rips from behind you, this time much, much closer. You know it will be on you soon. The end is near for you. You just hope that Wanda and Pietro can escape, can get to safety, that’s all you pray for now. You are truly doomed, but maybe they aren’t.

And just as you are entering a small clearing in the woods, something large—extremely large—collides with your back, knocking you on to your stomach on the ground. A massive weight landing on you, though not enough to crush you, but definitely enough to render you immobile. You clench your eyes shut, too afraid to look, while feeling the heavy panting of something’s warm breath hitting the back of your neck. You feel the weight lift off you, just as something large and warm slips under your stomach and flips you onto your back.

But you still refuse to look, to petrified to even peak at the beast above you. A deep, menacing growl reverberates through you and it feels like a warning. Like it is telling you not to move, or something—you obviously don’t speak wild beast so you really have no clue. But just in case, you decide it best to not move a muscle, for fear of only angering the thing more.

Another deep, rumbling growl rips from above you and this time your eyes involuntarily snap open, only to lock onto an eerie glowing set of blue eyes. If you weren’t so damned terrified, you might have even found them breathtaking. Entrancing even. You’d love to draw them, though you probably wouldn’t be able to do them justice, as eyes are not your strong suit. You find yourself just staring into them now, you could easily get lost in these beautiful blue eyes—what are you even saying?! This thing is about to make you dinner and you’re admiring its eyes?! Give your head a shake, woman!

You tear your eyes away from the piercing, glowing blue orbs and drop them lower, taking in the sharp white teeth gleaming in the moonlight at you. The long snout connected to a body covered in thick, coarse golden flax coloured fur. Instantly you know exactly what it is, it’s a wolf. And a freaking huge one at that. Larger than any animal you’ve ever seen before. You can tell that even if you were standing up, it would still tower over you, on all fours. And what’s worse, is that it probably still would be, even if it was slouching. This thing could easily eat you in 4 bites, max.

A huff noise, accompanied by a gust of air hitting your face causes you to furrow your brows and flick your eyes back up to meet the beasts. Why hasn’t it killed you yet? What is it waiting for?

Then, for some unknown reason, the beast starts to step back, removing itself from over top of you. And in a complete daze you sit up as it does, entirely lost as to what is happening right now. But more curious about what is to come.

The sound of a branch snapping startles you and the beast’s head snaps to the left, towards where the noise came from. Then it hunches down low in a defensive stance as it’s hackles rise, causing the wolf to look even larger than it did before. Which is hard to believe is even possible. And then it growls deeply, the sound causing every muscle in your body to tense up once again. You vaguely hear the sound of retreating steps over your heart, which is once again pounding in your ears, but then the beast relaxes, huffing once more before it sits at your feet, just staring at you. Watching you.

What is going on? Why is it just looking at you? What does it want? You go to stand up but just as you reach your full height, your legs give out, sending you plummeting to the floor. But before you make contact with the ground, you feel something brush up against your side, and then a large furry neck is tucked under your right arm, helping to slowly lower you back down to the ground. And once you’re settled, it pulls away, going back to sitting in front of you, just staring once again.

Before you can even think about it you mumble a, “thank you.” Instantly realizing you are talking to a freaking wild animal. Though oddly enough, it nods back at you. But you had to have imagined that? You must be hallucinating now. Or maybe, you’re actually dead. Because there is no way this giant wolf can actually understand you, right?

The rumour said they were beasts by night and men by day, so maybe somewhere in there, there is actually a man, one who can actually understand you. It sounds ridiculous and farfetched, but then again, it hasn’t killed you yet. And on top of that you swear to the Gods that it truly nodded in response to you.

Though the only way to find out is to test that theory. You make eye contact with the massive blue eyed wolf and then ask quietly, “can you understand me?”

And you honestly almost fall over when the wolf nods its head, again in response to you. You are talking to a wild animal right now, what are the freaking odds? “Are you—are you going to kill me?”

It tilts its head to the side, inspecting you for a moment, then huffs loudly and shakes its head. As if it’s frustrated by you? Seriously? “Then if not, may I leave?”

You go to stand again but a deep warning growl erupts from the large wolf and you halt your movements instantly. Lowering yourself back down slowly, as not to piss it off again.

But now, as you sit in complete deafening silence, with only the sounds of the woods around you, a stream running off in the distance, crickets chirping, and an owl hooting, you realize again that your legs ache.

Though it’s more than an ache, now that the adrenaline is wearing off, your legs feel severely cramped and your right thigh muscle is throbbing and pulsing uncomfortably. While your lower left leg now stings from your sweat entering all the scraps from your earlier tumble.

And your breathing is still crazy and erratic, though your heart has slowed down a little now, not beating at such a rapid pace anymore. You just continue to sit in the intense silence, while this wolf thing just watches you. Studies you. Every small twitch of your fingers, or quiver of your lip, or twitch of your leg from the pain. It just keeps its eyes on all of it. Not missing anything.

It’s rather nerve wracking, if you’re being honest, just having this predator stare at you, as if you are the most interesting thing in the world. Or maybe it’s looking at you more like you’re dinner, like you are the meal that will help sustain its life for a little while longer.

As the minutes tick on slowly, agonizingly slow, you become more frustrated. More antsy. Why are you just sitting here, still and unmoving? What does this beast want with you? And where are Wanda and Pietro? Did they get captured as well? Are they also just sitting around being watched by some other massive, intimidating beast?

“P-please,” you stutter out, “just let me go, I promise to never come back. If you—if you just let me—“

The beast growls at you again, abruptly stopping your words in your throat. And then it stands up and the threatening pose it gets into is not a friendly one. Not even close. It’s hackles are up again and it’s baring it’s large teeth at you. But then, it turns it’s massive head and looks to the right, just as you hear footsteps in the distance the beast moves towards you.

You flinch away, thinking it’s going to attack you, but instead it towers over your smaller, still sitting form. It stands sideways, directly over your legs. Your face almost pushed into the side of it’s stomach, and everything in you is telling you to reach up and pet the damned thing. To run your fingers through it’s golden fur, but you fight that urge and instead focus on whoever—or whatever—is coming towards you now.

And then you see it—or him, rather—a large, ridiculously large, man appears from the tree line, coming towards you both. The wolf growls menacingly and the man kneels down and bows his head. You are utterly confused as to what is going on right now. You just glance back and forth, between the man and the wolf—who’s still hovering directly over you. And then the wolf visibly relaxes, and a moment later the man stands back up right, to his full height and then cautiously steps towards you.

And it’s then that you notice he has something in his hands, you squint your eyes trying to make out what it is in the dark. Is it...rags? Blankets? Clothes? You can’t overly tell, but the man holds them out for the wolf, who takes them in his mouth and then looks at you, locking eyes and you can almost see a warning in the beautiful glowing blue orbs. Something tells you to stay put, some weird force making you acutely aware that you are not to move a muscle. You nod, not entirely sure why, but figuring it wants you to agree to it’s terms. Whatever they are—That is, if it even gave you any terms in the first place.

Then, strangely enough, it nods back once, and steps away from you. Slowly removing it’s body from above you, and taking it’s warmth along with it. You shiver as the cold air surrounds you again and just watch as the beast vanishes into the dense tree line.

You glance up at the man, he looks even larger now that he is up close, and clearly your spot still sitting on the ground, isn’t helping that at all. You give him a once over, noticing he is rather handsome, with shoulder length brown hair, that is twisted into a bun at the back of his head. However, a few parts of his hair have fallen loose and hang down on his face and shoulders. Your eyes then flick over his face, before locking onto his crystal blue/grey eyes. And you instantly realize that you are just openly staring at this man, and he knows it. If the smug smirks now on his lips is anything to go by. That causes heat to rise in your cheeks and you quickly glance away, looking down at your hands to hide your embarrassment.

The silence is, once again, deafening. The man hasn’t said a word, nor has the wolf returned and you still have no clue what is currently going on. Nor do you know what you should be doing in this moment. Do you beg for your life? Plead that they let you go? Ask where Wanda and Pietro are, if they are okay? Oh Gods, please let them be alive and safe. That’s all you ask.

“Am I—am I going back to the cell?” You go to ask, but it comes out a quiet whimper, lost in the wind, and you aren’t sure if the man actually heard you. But then he scoffs and shakes his head, as if your question is stupid and ridiculous. Though he doesn’t offer you anything else, not even a one worded response. So either he doesn’t actually know your fate, or he is just refusing to tell you.

Either way, all you want is to go home, to be in your cosy room. Wrapped up in a throw blanket and lounging on your bed as you draw the world around you. But you know deep down that even if you do live, you will never see your little room again. Nor get to just lounge in it, drawing.

Rustling bushes and footsteps draw your attention up and you see another huge man enter the clearing, this one even bigger then the one currently next to you. But this one, this one takes your breath away, instantly. He is stunning, in every way imaginable. All hard muscle, broad shoulders, and slim waist.

But then as he nears you, you notice his chiselled jaw line, one that could probably cut diamonds, and then his luscious golden locks, that you instantly have the urge to run your fingers through, it just looks so soft, so fluffy, so damned touchable. But as your eyes travel down lower, you notice his piercing blue eyes, and you completely freeze. They are the exact same eyes as the wolf, that much you know for sure.

‘An army of half breeds, men by day, beasts by night’. Oh Gods, that rumour is actually true. These men are clearly half breeds. You side eye the brunette, giving him a more thorough once over. But that doesn’t really give you much to go on, you honestly can’t be sure if he is a half breed or not. But you know the blonde is for sure. He was the wolf who caught you, and now stands before you in all his rugged, manly glory. Your eyes flick back to him and your heart skips a beat as you realize he is still studying you intently.

“Can you walk?” The large blonde asks, gruffly. His voice deep and penetrating. Like nothing you’ve ever heard before, it’s like his massive body only stands to amplify his voice, ten fold. You figure he could easily command a room full of men with just his voice alone.

“I-I think so,” you reply.

“Then stand up,” his deep voice now commands, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You nod quickly and slowly push yourself up onto your wobbling legs. Unsure if they will be able to hold all of your weight, but you don’t want to anger this man. Something deep inside you aches just at the thought of upsetting him. At the thought of causing him any more grief than you already have.

But just as you reach your full height, which is still a few feet shorter than the two men, you start to feel light headed. Black spots start to appear all throughout your vision, causing you to glance around, as if to look directly at them. But every time you aim your sight at a new spot, it vanishes and then reappears somewhere else. The movement of your eyes only stands to make you more dizzy.

You know what’s to come, you know you’re about to faint and you try to warn the men, you try to tell them. You’re eyes lock onto the beautiful, entrancing blue ones again as you manage to whisper out, “I think I’m about—“

But the words end there, dying in your throat, as your vision starts to turn fully black now, and you feel the momentum of your body plummeting to the ground. With no chance to prevent it, or to protect yourself, all you can hope is that you don’t hit your head once you meet the forest floor. The last thought to cross your mind is, ‘Please Gods, let me land softly’.

And then the world disappears into a lonely, dark and cold abyss.

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