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The White Dove Pt 13 - Doctors & Coney Island

“I’m sorry,” the words echoed in your ears while you readied your lunch ignoring the stares of others who knew that out of all the days to do it the boy who had been the first to ask you to a dance had rescinded his offer. All to be free to take the girl he’d hoped to make jealous by asking you instead. All on your birthday.

“After practice, movie.” Ricky said, making you grin at him and your friends in the shared plot to celebrate your birthday. Small gifts had been found as well to share then with chuckles spread around at hearing that you weren’t phased at all by the gossip or stares as you didn’t even know the guy who led you on and had no feelings for him at all.

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The White Dove Pt 12 - Family

“You need to stop talking about me,” Beverly huffed. Her voice out of nowhere turned you from the dryer door that your hand blindly latched to begin the tumble of your second load of clothes, while your towels and sheets tossed dry in the one beside it. Before she arrived you had been glad for the distraction early on the day after Christmas as you couldn’t get much sleep and it could wear you out a bit to get another nap in afterwards.

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The White Dove Pt 11 - Xmas

Three weeks into December and everywhere you looked sat glaring symbols of Christmas opposing a few Hanukah references, and all you had to distract was the few days you had shifts and a dance class until the word seemed to shut down just leaving you and your pain. You just had to keep busy in the lull of daily tasks to keep attention between messages from your friends who had gone out of town for the break to visit family or family friends. As long as you stayed busy tears would be less likely to be a constant guest. Off of psychology books you had shifted to self help books on mourning loved ones to try and help yourself, only to feel worse in every example shared within the few you tried to read.

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made some edits to ch 9 & 10

The White Dove Masterlist

x Adopted Brother Eddie Brock/Venom, Gwen Stacy x oc (doomed) 

- The White Dove - (Prequel to Poke Series)

Escaped Child Assassin To Do List - Shelter, legal papers, food, income, education for cover, maintain cover origin story, make friends

In a world where soulmates are granted the choice to Poke or Tickle their Mates from afar in a means of discovery of their partner one child breaks free of her prison to learn the hard way that the Frankenstein novel was not so far off of reality. Donning a mask she makes two lives for herself to survive and help others to do so. The differences between both seem to be growing by the day with more ways to keep cover as lists of allies and enemies for both grow and wane by the day.

To Do List #2 - Ask said friends why no one seems to have any pockets anymore.

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Pt 1 - , Pt 2 - Begin Again , Pt 3 - Enrollment , Pt 4 - Day One, Kingpin

Pt 5 - Pierce & The Ambassador , Pt 6 - Misique , Pt 7 - Golden Tickets

Pt 8 - Halloween , Pt 9 - Blackhowls , Pt 10 - Furniture & Scholarships

Pt 11 - Xmas , Pt 12 - Family , Pt 13 - Doctors & Coney Island

Pt 14 - Washington & The Blip , Pt 15 - The Americas

Pt 16 - Thor & Mr Murdock , Pt 17 - Driver’s Ed & Enrollment, 

Pt 18 - Science Chickadee, Pt 19 - The Loop, Pt 20 - Memories and Mysteries,

Pt 21 - Titans,  Pt 22 - Wakanda - Pt 23 - Teacher - 

Pt 24 - The Code - Pt 25 - Eldfalls & Emotions - Pt 26 - Proof & Pain - 

Pt 27 - There is Magic, There are Pandas, There is Carnage - 

Pt 28 - Show and Tell - Pt 29 - Thumbs Out - Pt 30 - Crystal Hitler - 

Pt 31 - Cooking With Riot - Pt 32 - Pie of Death - 

Pt 33 - Wingdings on Svartalfheim - Pt 34 - My Flag Is Not There, 

Pt 35 - Kanelbulle, the Menace and the Spanish Inquisition, 

Pt 36 - Lizards and Letters, Pt 37 - Sweden - Pt 38 - Stepping Down - 

Pt 39 - Gobbler vs The Dancing Queen - Pt 40 - Hawkeye - 

Pt 41 - Fantastic Four - Pt 42 - Limb Contest - Pt 43 - Bee Happy - 

Pt 44 - Mr Moomalade - Pt 45 - We Know the Easter Bunny - 

Pt 46  - Nobel - Pt 47 - Tesseract Stole My Candy - 

Pt 48 - Strange - Pt 49 - Deed He See Us - Pt 50 - Daisy Thief

Pt 1 on ao3 -

Poke Rewrite - Here

Poke Masterlist - Original Series the prequel spawned from - Loki x OC

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Hamster Escapes the Most Dangerous Prison Maze 🐹

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Wonder how many boxes to stand on they gave Ian to seem near to Lee’s height.

Thranduil & Gandalf Part 2 4k

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Not sure if I should add the eruption of Mt Vesuvius in my WW2 fic or not. It involves Cerberus and Hades in disguise and possibly the god of the underworld letting my oc and the soldiers she’s with to camp out in the labyrinth there in some magically nicer bit he fixes up for them after her moment with the god and his dog while they hear enemy soldiers that had been tailing them in the storm just march right on into the maze to their dooms.

Did some digging to think up locations of ‘known’ locations of entrances to the underworld and of course going from a volcanic lake I leapt to the actual Mt Vesuvius eruption in 1944. Not sure how it’ll end up but it’s going to make for an interesting flashback and new nod to the Greek gods DC has.

Apparently it took out two cities and an entire air fleet and there’s a bunch of pictures and footage and people sharing stories like the soldiers casually using the cooling magma to heat coffee. And Sir Christopher Lee visited not long before the thing went off, and there was something about Roald Dahl’s group of soldiers too somewhere in Italy during that time in all my research but I can’t quite recall if that was about him being stationed near a supposed entrance to the underworld or the volcano blast. Top of my head that’s the gist of the fun facts that could help story building.

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The White Dove

… Aged 6 …

Special. One of a kind. That was what your parents called you. Well, being special can be dangerous and landed you in this blood soaked room. These monsters took you and killed the parents who dared to tell them no.

All you had done was bring back some extinct flowers for your mother’s garden and manifested some bees and extinct butterflies to pollinate them. You wanted to see her smile after long months of suffering through a lifelong illness worsened since her pregnancy with you. You wanted to make your dad laugh as he did with glee when those glittering wings manifested of colorful mist solidified into impossible shapes the reanimate those insects long lost to this planet and found only in books. Sweden was where you were born and raised to believe home was always going to be an impenetrable Eden. Long term though America was the dream where your parents’ studies and degrees could build a new set of opportunities in life.

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Entrance

Dark and cold the Mines of Moria stretched for weeks in either direction it seemed. Large enough in threes watch was kept in various directions. Noise of deep breaths and low snores and slumbering sounds of certain members of the Fellowship reminded you to not being alone. That and the smoke of the pipes Boromir and Aragorn indulged themselves to savor during spare time to keep awake. Each puff helping to not have their minds wander too far off their tasks or be taken without cup of hands in front of the deep pocket of said pipes to not alert their positions in the dark. Back to the others over the void ahead your eyes swiveled from one tiny beam of light to another where a wire trap was set with bobbers to have you turn and wake everyone to arms. Nine days now this was the pattern.

Tucked inside a cocoon of your bedroll and blanket gifted to you in Rivendell you tried not to let the sturdier, more frost tolerant duo, hear the shudder of your every other breath. Under his breath Boromir cleared his throat and urged your head to turn and see a red ember lit set of blue eyes on the man who had left his seat to come to your side. A clear warning to avoid the same awkward swing of a blow you landed on his ribs and elbow a few days prior when he’d startled you, and in turn everyone else awake like dominoes after his fall on top of Gandalf.

“Toilet break?” you whispered, internally dreading when you would have to go and a possibly miserably stated toilet the Dwarves built in every so often the orcs and goblins had all but ruined the group kept scouting out in each section. A necessity that for you and a couple of the Hobbits with nervous bladders on the first day required more often at least than the last couple days.

“No. Seat free?” he asked back in a low hum that had your eyebrows furrow, or at least adorably so in his mind as he couldn’t see you very well but could hear you.

“Seat, this seat?” you whispered in disbelief. “This is my seat.”

Breathily he chuckled and crouched down at your side, able to hear more of the noticeable shiver under the firm fabric he used as an excuse to help drape his cloak he’d removed now soaked with his body heat on top of your cold burrito of a barrier. “Bit of room around you, from what I can recall. Can I join you?” he asked in an earnest tone that had you a bit more confused for why he’d want to sit with you, on top of why he’d given you his cloak in doing so. Unless it was to just keep you quiet if he’d heard you all the way across the others he’d had to have somehow stepped over to do so.

“Can I sit with you?” he asked again.

2 choices

Go Straight “Aren’t you to watch the South?”

Turn Right “Yes?”

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They always look like they're screaming into the void

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today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy

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Boyfriend Pt 1 - History, Pre-Op

“Incoming! We got a car collision, first off a leg laceration,” through the opened double doors a gurney rolled through with a well known track star with a chunk of warped metal lodged inside his hip. Lower lip bit to a pattern of breathing to keep as still as possible.

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