#( int

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: Jacob is a lawyer working a case for someone & is meeting someone in a club for vampires getting vital information to win his case & help his client. hmu if you’d like to plot more! connection: worker or owner of the club, another vampire or supernatural, old client he helped in the past, a regular informant. either way the person he’s meeting for info.

Jacob didn’t make it a habit of coming to places like this, blood clubs, places where his kind could feed freely from willing participants. The scent of blood was thick in the air, at least, to him, but he never had quite gotten over the humanity in him, even after all these centuries. It was dim lit and gothic, a stereotype if anyone asked him but it wasn’t like he had much to go on. He wasn’t exactly a social vampire, least of all with his own kind. Music pulsed to drown out the noises of talk, laughter, and pleasure. Over on the dance floor, a good distance from Jacob was, masses of bodies writhed together in dance and sensuality. It flowed through the place, clung just as heavy in the air as the scent of blood and sex. This was a dark place intended for dark pleasures. Certainly somewhere Jacob would never frequent but he was no stranger to such places, he had indulged in his carnal desires before.

Jake shifted in his seat at a booth tucked in a corner as far away from everyone else as possible. He’d been holding his breath, not that he needed to fill his lungs with oxygen anymore anyway, it helped with the overwhelming scents if he didn’t inhale them. There was a glass in front of him, watered down from the melting ice, and he rotated the glass in place absently as his dark eyes slowly scanned every dark crevice and face he could see. Searching impatiently. He didn’t want to be here. It was clear in the rigid way he sat, decades of etiquette training from a mother that always felt appearances were everything. Jacob was uncomfortable but he was there for a reason and if the tip was correct, this was important information he needed to progress in his case. Not only in court but in helping the family as well.

His senses flared with the warning of someone approaching and Jacob snapped his gaze over to whomever it was, his face was void of anything other than mild tension. Clearing his throat Jake took a gulp of his drink, the watered down substance doing little to hide the strength of the liquor and blood inside. He almost grimaced but swallowed quickly, setting the drink back down and stirring it with the tiny straw. There was a sharpness to his gaze as he watched the other, a shine to them not quite natural but nothing like the glowing eyes scattered among the other bodies around the club. Jacob was watchful, wary, intrigued but certainly just wanted to get what he was there for and get the hell out.

[gldnhour]

closed to → @bittcrsuite

muse → jacob marlow. tattoo artist.

plot/connection → inspired by skam's noorhelm. jacob has a reputation of fucking around with the opposite sex and being an all-around ladies' man, but he takes an instant liking to your muse and eventually persuades them to give him a chance. they're in a semi-private relationship where only their closest friends know about them, but jacob is hoping they can be more open about their status to prove that he's serious about your muse.

"i've been thinking about this a lot lately, and i'm ready to go public about us being together. what do you think?" he suggested, his voice tentative. they had been delaying the news for a while, and jacob was tired of skirting around the topic of his relationship status with his family and friends whenever they asked. they were in their little bubble, and this was the happiest he'd ever been, so it was only natural that he would want to share his love for them with the rest of the world. but at the same time, he wanted to be understanding of their timeline and what they were ready for.

[lacystar]

Im gonna start maiming.

[ghost--incarnate]

hey any dsmp likers willing to hang out with me? i dont have a lot of ppl to hang out with other than my bf and hes having a rough time rn so im kind of just sitting here alone feeling bad pfft

i have osdd + these are my dsmp alters:

eret

dream

dreamxd

wilbur

ghostbur

karl jacobs

sam

charlie slimecicle

badboyhalo

philza

tommy

tubbo

ranboos would be very nice as that is the only int i dont get often (but anyone is good!)

i am a minor*

preferably contact thru discord; id like to be able to play minecraft (but roblox is alr too!)

dm for discord!

[waveofstars]

@callmewhenyougetthis | jacob & twyla

He’d never get used to the traffic. Being in New York for over a decade had him spoiled to the not-so-luxurious luxury of public transportation. Here in Los Angeles felt like a standstill nightmare. Had it always been this bad? Then again, he hadn’t driven around the city since he was a teenager and he had much more patience then. Tapping his hands on the wheel, he finally couldn’t take it any longer. Jacob maneuvered his way off the highway and opted to take the long way back to his sister’s home.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one with the brilliant idea. Just as he veered off quickly to exit the highway, the car in front of him chose to do the same. He realized it far too late and felt the front of his car run into the back of the other. “God dammit,” he muttered under his breath. Of course this had to happen when he was driving his sister’s car. Of course I’ll take good care of it, he assured her. So much for that. Jacob pulled off the highway completely and moved to the side of the road with the other car. He stepped out and looked at the damage - which, to his luck, wasn’t too bad. A few scratches on their car, a dent on his sister’s. With a bit of shame on his face, he began to walk over to greet the other driver. “I’m sorry about that, didn’t see you exiting…” Before he could say more, he got a good look at her. And then, he couldn’t help but let out one small, but short, chuckle. What was she wearing? “Sorry, that took me by surprise.” Both the outfit and the accident.

[rassvetiye]

“ if a life causes more bad than good, then it’s like a piece of malfunctioning machinery. “

meme / @brutlist.

" treating a human being as though they were a machine is often the first mistake. " anatoliy doesn't say this out of disagreement for the general point being made. his tone is ambivalent enough to convey this, most of his attention still caught up in the work of his hands.

anatoliy lays with his back upon a creeper while his hands twist upward into his latest project. his face is paled by a powder mask of industrial dust, broken up by the lines dug into his face by his concentration to separate oil from the general darkness of the machine's underbelly. for the most part jacob goes unseen save for the passing of his shoes as anatoliy asks certain tools of him, but he's not unheard. anatoliy works, jacob speaks when he feels like it. anatoliy speaks back if it seems as though jacob needs encouraging. the stereo had been offered if the kind of quiet that is typically worked in becomes unpleasant, but they've survived thus far on conversation. this suits anatoliy just fine. better, in fact, than the stereo.

as said, anatoliy does not disagree. he does have a healthy appetite for convictions whether they fork off from where his own may be drawn in the sand or not. though it's not known yet for certain, jacob does not seem to be one that discourages a healthy debate when it exists for the sake of strengthening an argument or otherwise.

" how much success have you had? with heron's - " there's a sudden noise and almost no time for anatoliy to really feel the full weight of the danger it threatens. the heaviness of the machine above him takes a risky downward tilt - anatoliy's hands come together, fingers a brush away from activating the gauntlets that would afford him the strength to keep the machine from crushing him - until another noise seems to stop its travel a second later. anatoliy looks up to see heugh's hand keeping the pitched end afloat, his nose near to brushing the solid veins of the machine now that it was suddenly dropped so closely to his head. hears the rattle of the chain adjusting overhead until the slack is gone and the mass of metal becomes suspended safely above him once again.

a beat. a few more, perhaps in wait for the other shoe to drop, and then anatoliy rolls the creeper out from under the machine to come to his feet. " thank you. " he sets his tools down on a nearby station. done for now. " what was i saying? "

[soulsuckrrs]

@spellbindingnights | plotted starter | Jake & Ada

It was a very rare thing for the lawyer to be home, keeping ridiculous hours and working more than he actually spent time doing anything else let alone staying an entire evening in his apartment. But he'd been scolded by his secretary and then his superior for not getting rest, something the vampire didn't need but maintaining an imagine in the human world as something he wasn't required him to seem like he needed rest. So he gathered some things from a store, even though he didn't need to eat he enjoyed food still on occasion and planned on making some food then getting back to work. Of course it wouldn't do much to help the exhaustion that hung around him but Jake felt his time was better served helping his clients and those that could not otherwise help themselves.

He was putting away the few things he'd brought home when he heard it, the rough and harsh sound of a drunkard getting off the elevator that opened on the same floor as his apartment. The vampire paused, his brow creased as he didn't think any of his neighbors would entertain anyone of such a character. Then again, he hadn't been home in quite a few weeks and that was plenty of time for new people to wander into the apartments whom Jacob had not met. In his stillness he sensed many things, the wandering scent of the man that meandered down the hall, slumping against the wall and muttering incoherently under his breath until he was in front of a door that made Jake shift closer to his door, brow creased even more than before.

His neighbor across the hall was a beautiful young woman, Ada, if he remembered correctly and they had their moments in the hall or down by the mailboxes, flirty little glances in the laundry room before Jake had gotten his own. She was sweet and in a world where Jacob let himself even entertain any sort of life outside of running himself into the ground for work he would have pursued something outside of their sparse moments in the hallways. The drunk started banging loudly on Ada's door and Jake felt every muscle in his body tense, still like a predator. He listened, hoping that Ada was gone or wouldn't answer her door, that perhaps the man would leave without altercation on his own but an uneasiness overtook him as slurred words filtered loudly into his apartment from the hall. Her father, the drunk was her father.

[pepsi-maxwell]

mjfs custody match when 💯💯🔥

int: tropicana field, florida. royal rumble 2024. cut to the ring; all competitors have been eliminated barring cody rhodes and cm punk, who are circling each other like sharks

the clock ticks down for the 30th and final entrant, only to reveal it's... maxwell jacob friedman?! he rips up a nondescript sheet of paper with a blurred logo on it before running into the ring. the crowd doesn't know how to react! punk and cody don't know how to react!

the final three have an intense stare-down, only for punk and cody to glance at each other and nod, and... wait... hang on, are they... surely they can't be... come on now, this is a family show--

[broadcast cuts off abruptly]

[cffabioblog]

Teatro En La 1: Season In... Toronto!...

Model  Film and Musical Saison In Salzburg

Character  Edward (Camp Lazlo); Tyler Bowman (Supersnoobs); Peter Alexander; Vegeta (Dragon Ball); Profesor Topaze;  Henry Gugglemmonster (Henry Gugglemonster); Goldie (Goldie & Bear); Johnny Bravo; Suki (Avatar The Last Airbender); Clarence Wendle (Clarence); Aleu (Balto); Meilin Lee (Turning Red) Turning Red Panda (Turning Red); X-5 (Atomic Betty); Mr. Fumble (Richard Scarry); The Red Guy (Cow & Chicken );  Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon); Mamoru Chiba (Sailor Moon); Don Cuasimodo (Condorito); Doña Tremebunda (Condorito); Hiro Hamada (Big Hero 6); Aunt Cass (Big Hero 6)

Locations:  Toronto, Ontario, Canadá / Estudio 1, Estudios Prado Del Rey TVE, Prado Del Rey Studios

Description

Bassed:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Season_in_Salzburg_(1952_film)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Season_in_Salzburg_(1961_film)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUSISZwCyKY

Parody or accid version of the austrian operetha "Saison In Salzburg" when, in this case, as idiots group (SIR Jorge Porcel, SIR Alberto Olmedo,

Che Copete and Benny Hill) scaping from a local mafia, they arrive at Cassino-Hotel in a Toronto's neihgborhood. Here, theys makes a work at the place, causin innumerable disasters and high-level entaglements, worthy of The Mitic "Mr. Bean". Various artists and bands sinnings at the episode, for example, Charles Aznavour, 4*Town, etc. also.

Int his escenne, with the "sorprese", The Austrian Singer and Acctor Peter Alexander sings at the Hotel, with The Music Director SIR Valentín Trujillo in the orchesta's director, with Aleu affirms the music sheet.

Mei or Melin Lee, how a Panda's Form, affirm the music sheet of the pianist, some, the place, are reccorded at The real Toronto City in Ontario, Canadá, some, left over from the Pixar's Film Tuning Red.

In this scenne, or speaks of love (in reference to the spanish song "Playa, Playa"), speaks about in how Bravo (Johnny), received a mega beating.

Notes:

Are, has reccording in three places: In The Toronto's Real in Canadá, in the "Turning Red" set, some the Famous Studio 1 from Prado Del Rey Studios.

Recomended wath, borement the film, with subtittles for yes acase.

Some, the Mr. Fumble (From Richard Scarry), eats a great pig with soda.

Copyrights

Panda Mei and Merida

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Minion

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Edward

© Cartoon Network / Murray. Alls Rights Reserved.

Clarence and Johnny Bravo

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Henry Hugglemonster and Goldie

© Disney. Alls Rights Reserved.

Hiro and Aunt Cass

© Disney / Man Of Action. Alls Rights Reserved.

X-5

© Atomic Cartoons. Alls Rights Reserved.

Vegeta

© TOEI / Toriyama. Alls Rights Reserved.

Suki (From Avatar)

© Nickelodeon / Di Darmantino / Konyesko. Alls Rights Reserved.

Mr. Fumble

© Scarry. Alls Rights Reserved.

The Red Guy

© Cartoon Network / David Feiss. Alls Rights Reserved.

Aleu (From Balto)

© Universal. Alls Rights Reserved.

Yo Gabba Gabba's Characters

© WildBrain / Apple / Jacobs. Alls Rights Reserved.

Tyler Bowman

© Scott Fellows. Alls Rights Reserved.

Usagi and Mamoru (From Sailor Moon)

© TOEI / Naoko T. Alls Rights Reserved.

Doña Tremebunda Y Don Cuasimodo Vinagre (From Condorito)

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[nakedmonkey]

74. “Do you want me to stay?” for the work wives 👀👀

"This is the last time I host a work function," Melissa says the second she shuts the door behind Jacob and Janine. "Look at this mess!"

Melissa bends over to pick up a pair of empty bottles from beside the couch, along with streamers, holiday decorations, and other casualties of half of Abbot's teachers cutting a rug in her living room.

Barbara chuckles from somewhere in the kitchen and calls out, "They did offer to help!"

Melissa scoffs.

"And put up with more of Jacob's incessant babbling? No thank you."

"You'll have to admit he's toned it down quite a bit this year," says Barbara when she appears, the sleeves of her modestly cut dress rolled up to the elbows.

Melissa tries not to stare. It's easier when there are other people around. When there's something to distract her. It's been two years since they put a stop to things. Since Melissa put a stop to things, rather. It turns out even she has a breaking point, and it came on the eve of her birthday after a jealousy-infused fight int he parking lot of a Dave & Buster's while their respective partners were no doubt looking for them inside. It was hard, and awkward at first, and they made it difficult enough for everyone concerned at work for long enough. Needless to say, it was a minute before they could be in a room together and not radiate enough tension to evacuate a room within the span of seconds.

Melissa's fine now. She's good with it, with her decisions thus far. But sometimes, it creeps up on her, that feeling that's a lot like a phantom limb. That distinctly near-tangible thing sitting just out of reach. Tonight especially, she's feeling it. Gary didn't stick around for long, and Melissa doesn't blame him, with the fresh addition to her pile of baggage dragging her down. It wasn't fair to him, or the three other people that came after him.

As is her pattern, it took a while to realize she wasn't ready to be anyone's anything, no matter how badly she wanted to be someone's something so she wouldn't have to think about the only person she wanted to mean anything to. And so she stands now, six months single, with plenty of casual flings under her belt, and more together than she's been in a long time. Except now she's standing alone in her home with Barbara, all the weight of their history hanging over them, and enough eggnog in both their systems to let it all fall on their heads.

Melissa can see all of this reflected in Barbara's stare. In the way she fidgets with her wedding ring, how her breath becomes just a fraction more deliberate.

"Yeah, you're right," Melissa eventually responds, deciding to give Barbara an out now before things get awkward. "Well, thanks for coming. I'll get your coat."

Barbara's smile falls, and Melissa isn't prepared to examine why that is. She won't fall into that trap again.

"Do you want me to stay?" Melissa hears Barbara ask when she's pulling her coat from the closet near the door.

"To help you clean, I mean."

Melissa pauses, her emotions getting the best of her momentarily before she gathers herself and puts on a hostess-appropriate smile with which to face her last guest.

"Nah," she says, walking Barbara's coat over and handing it to her, careful not to let their hands brush. "I've got it. Besides, I'm dying to get into bed. I might just leave it till morning."

"Okay." Barbara smiles politely and heads toward the front door, hand on the handle, coat over her arm, and she stops.

Melissa watches the back of her and she hates that she catches her breath. After all this time, Barbara still has that effect on her. She feels like recovering addict on the verge and she has to ball her hands at her sides, simply to have something solid in her grip as Barbara's shoulders tense and then fall before she turns around, a helpless look in her eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"

Melissa swallows. Can feel herself slipping.

"What do you want, Barb?" She asks. "Do you want to stay?"

This is a bad idea, Melissa thinks. This is a bad, bad idea.

"This is a terrible idea," she says out loud after Barbara kisses her breathless.

"Yes," Barbara pants, nodding. "It is."

"Damn it," Melissa curses before pinning Barbara to her door.

People fall off the wagon all the time after all. In the morning, she'll hop back on again.

[g0ttal0ve101]

Valentine’s Day Special

Note: (2/4) caria my bby 😮‍💨 TW: suggestive asf

Valentine’s Day overcasted Woodlyn City rather quickly once the month of February was declared. Heart-shaped chocolates on every shelf, arrangements of pink, red, and white flowers prepared in bouquets, songs of love and pure adoration playing on every radio station, and the endless variety of couples showing their true colors in public. Some held hands, some shared milkshakes, some embraced, some flirted, and there were times where a tender kiss would be shared between the pair. Depending on whose eyes the couple encapsulated, it was fair to say the majority of people found this to be beautiful. Not Mia. Mia thought that shit was irritating.

Holiday after holiday, attempt after attempt, Mia was always bombarded with presents and treats from desperate strangers. However, there was one contestant who stood out amongst the crowd — A certain secret admirer that wrote devoting and elegant poems for her eyes to feast on, left all her favorite candies and flowers, and above all, was the most persistent for years on end. The admirer even wrote to her before she started dating Carl; Although they stood no chance now. No one could take the engraved piece of Carl Alexander Mason from her heart.

And as she did every year, Mia encountered the same dilemma. She marched up to her beat-up locker, dented from the various times she had to kick it when the lock jammed, and ripped it open impatiently. The inside of the door had pictures of her boyfriend taped on it, his appearance deviating depending upon the year it was captured. But no matter how dark his eye bags were or how weak his smile was in the past, it was evidently still him. That’s why she was pissed off to see that the same Valentine admirer dropped off his load of presents.

“What the fuckkk…” Mia groaned, snatching her bag from the hook and stuffing all the belongings she needed to have before going home for the weekend. Nothing educational of course. Only her car keys, wallet, and Carl’s jacket that he couldn’t fit into his own messy locker. After collecting everything of use, she snatched the Valentine’s gift and slammed her door. It became a tradition to show Carl what she received. After all, she didn’t want him to think she was being secretive about it and plant distrust in his mind. (He was already stressed out as is.)

When she exited the school after running down at least two girls for walking too damn slow, she saw her cute boyfriend waiting for her in the parking lot. Slouched against a tree and pretending to text someone on his phone so he didn’t look pathetic, he visibly shivered from the crisp February air. Mia laughed to herself. Who was he trying to convince?

Sneaking up behind him, she prepared herself to utterly destroy that facade he built. She blended in perfectly with the group of people heading toward their cars before stealthily ambushing him from behind, smacking his ass with all her might. As she expected, Carl jumped and yelped like a little girl.

“Hey-hey-heyyyy, freckle-butt!”

“M-Mia!” He instinctively covered his mouth with his hand once he realized how stupid he sounded while whining like that. With rosy cheeks, he snatched his jacket from her arm and threw it on to hide his identity. But by then, it was far too late. Everyone in Woodlyn High knew who Mia Jacob’s boyfriend was. They’d be damned if they didn’t.

Roughly giving him a pat on the back, she laughed hysterically. “Whaaat, you embarrassed? Haha, just like when you c—!”

“Shut the hell up.” Carl shoved her away, scurrying to her car in order to avoid all the eyes they drew in from the scene. He yanked on the door handles repeatedly until they finally sprung open, causing him to topple back a little bit from the sudden release. Then, he hopped in without another word. Mia had to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes from laughing.

When she got into the driver seat, there was a long silence. Carl tucked his arms into his chest and pouted as Mia readied the vehicle, humming to herself proudly. Because at the end of the day, she knew Carl was too much of a wuss to complain about it. He liked it. He wouldn’t admit that, but he definitely did.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mi amor. Let’s swing by your place to drop all this shit off real quick, ‘kay?” Mia purred, her eyes lingering on his small frame for a moment or two longer than usual.

Carl cocked his eyebrows in surprise. “We’re going somewhere?”

“Mmh, I have a place in mind.”

It was impossible to deny that voice. Blushing heavier than he was before, Carl grinned to himself and looked out the foggy window. He didn’t know what she was planning but telling by her tone, it was going to be good.

Shortly after they sharply turned onto the road in order to beat all the buses from passing first, Mia’s voice arose from the sound of raindrops smashing against her windshield. It wasn’t as playful as it was before, revealing that typical rough side of her again. In a way, Carl found it appealing. “That fucking prick left something in my locker again. Read me what that shit says.”

Carl blinked in disbelief a few times before grabbing the pile of pink and red presents, examining them closely. Taped onto the box of chocolates was a pretty envelope. He peeled it off and tore it open with heat rising on the back of his neck, his fingers trembling as he pulled the little card out. Mia peered over for a second before focusing back onto the traffic in front of her.

“I don’t really wanna…”

“Why not?”

Although her voice had softened slightly, he still tensed up from the sound of it. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He never wanted to disappoint her. But then again, in circumstances like these, he couldn’t help but stall out until he fell into the line of being a complete and utter loser. He stammered and laughed between each stuttered word, afraid to make her upset. But she wasn’t. She couldn’t be.

“It’s okay, baby. If it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t gotta.” Mia assured him. She felt sort of gross being so sappy toward someone, even if she was hopelessly in love with him. Nevertheless, she held her ground with a compassionate smile.

Carl practically melted. “Okay…”

Then the topic reared off into another conversation during their ten minute journey home. They spoke about their day, flirted with each other a little, and suddenly Carl was rambling about aliens for whatever reason. (Mia couldn’t even remember why at that point. All she knew was that aliens could inhabit their universe in a second if they wanted to and that Carl’s expressions were adorable when he was excited.) When they pulled into the driveway, he calmed down a bit and prepared to make a run for it so he wouldn’t get as wet from the rain, finishing his alien documentary with a dreary sigh.

“People who don’t believe aliens are dumb as hell. Like, how could there not be aliens? Even if they were real small or weak or whatever, there’s no possible way that humans are the only form of intelligent life out there. Y’know? Like, literally how could it just be nothing for universes and universes away?”

Mia tapped her finger on the steering wheel with a firm nod. “Right.”

“And yeah, there’s aliens on Earth. There I said it. That’s why we should have an annual belly button check to see who’s the goddamn aliens, man! It’s that simple! ‘Cause y’know what? Mr. Rich is not fucking passing that test! Not a chance in hell, dude.”

“Right. Yeah. But what if they like…morphed their body into having a belly button so that they could blend in?”

Throwing his hood back on and grabbing the handle, Carl let out a stressed sigh as if his life were in danger right at that moment. “I’ll have to think about that one…but trust me, I’ma get answers.”

With that, he ran through the light rain and up to the front door. Mia observed his every movement with a stupid smile stuck to her face. He was such a loser — But he was her loser. There wasn’t a day that went by without her thanking God for how lucky she was to be with a guy like him. She could listen to him for hours and never get bored. She could play video games that weren’t even down her alley and still be on cloud nine. She could feel his touch or look into his eyes and never get over the addictive sensation. Carl was truly the best aspect of her life. She couldn’t imagine a world without him.

A minute went by, then a few more, and then the door swung open to reveal Carl receiving a tender kiss on the cheek from his mother. She waved at Mia with a bright smile, her ginger curls bouncing energetically from the pure amount of joy she felt when seeing her son so happy. Mia waved back while watching Carl shamefully rushing back to the car with furrowed eyebrows and a red face.

Once Carl hopped in and his mother shut the front door, his rapid panting rang throughout the interior of her vehicle. That blissful sound was familiar. Mia smirked from the thought.

“I told my mom I’d probably be gone for the night,” Carl explained as he fixed his messy hair in the rear view mirror, “so we have as much time as we want.”

“Good, you’ll be gone all night.”

“Uh…why?”

Mia spared him a glance with that same playful smirk glued to her lips, batting her eyelashes a little while pondering on it. “I booked us a hotel suite.”

There was a pause for a moment. Carl examined her facial expression to ensure he wasn’t being played before letting out an airless laugh, his sage eyes glowing with contentment. “Really?! Dude, how—?!”

“I’m Alyssa Bell and you’re Ben Dover, okay?”

Fake ids. While Carl probably should’ve known better than to believe she got it fairly, he was still surprised to hear it. Leaning back in his seat and trying to relax the best he could knowing how hectic that night was going to be, he couldn't help but laugh again.

“Ben Dover? Really?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause that’s what you’re gonna be doing all night.”

“M-Mia!”

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The couple arrived and checked into their room at six thirty. It was pretty easy to figure that those four hours were spent on nothing but evaluating every inch of the mattress. By the end of it, Carl had noticed that there was a slight indent in the headboard from the amount of times it previously smashed against the wall, which worsened by the end of it. Although he never saw how much worse it got because after their last session, Mia washed him up and then he was out cold. Every hickey he had began to transition into a purplish-red color as he slept away, his rosy cheeks becoming restored with his pale complexion and dark freckles. His messy curls, however, were strewn across the satin pillows and unable to be positioned properly. Mia had gripped the strands so much that it stuck up a little at the top. (She thought it was the cutest thing ever.)

As he slept off all the excitement he endured, Mia cradled him into her lap and went through the presents he gifted her with. She adored everything, other than the way he continued to apologize for not getting more expensive stuff. Mia could care less about the price tag — Besides that, she knew that his family wasn’t well off. She was honestly surprised that he managed to get what he did.

After examining everything for the fifth time and gushing over it to herself, she set all of it up nicely on the nightstand and planted a kiss on his forehead. It wasn’t until she was going to settle down for the night too that she caught sight of the gifts from her secret admirer. Her face scrunched up from the thought.

“I don’t really wanna…”

Mia hated it whenever he made that face.

Snatching it from the floor and tearing open the red envelope once more, her curiosity swirled into a nasty knot. She wanted to know what it said to make him have such a sour reaction.

Her eyes scanned the words for a moment.

. . .

That moment melted into what felt like forever.

. . .

Her face heated up, a smile sliding onto her lips as she read it over and over again. It was so adorable that she even had to shake Carl up to review it with her.

“Baby…”

“…Mmh?” Carl questioned with a muffled voice, his face buried in her thighs.

Understanding that he was much too exhausted to thoroughly discuss the matter, Mia instead put the card up and repositioned their former placement, letting him lay across her tummy like a teddy bear. He embraced her without hesitation, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“I love you.” Mia stroked his hair and closed her eyes, pleased with how the day went.

And even though he didn’t reply back, she knew he loved her too. That’s what he said in the card for all these years. Despite being with her, knowing that he could’ve just given those presents to her directly, he didn’t. He was too scared to tell her that the secret admirer was him all along. That he wrote those bad poems about her, that he scribbled down those sentiments and meant every word of it, that he spent every last penny of his allowance buying her expensive chocolates and flowers, and that he loved her so very much. That’s why he didn’t want to read it — Because he didn’t want to admit it to her directly.

He was a loser, but one of a kind.

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Did you go down the team Jacob to pet play pipeline or did you get int/learn about pet play a different way?

LMAOOOO this is so funny omg. No I actually can't remember how I got into petplay? It might have been tf2 lmao but I cannot remember the exact history of it. Which is weird cuz it's such a big part of my life now! But yeah no. Not Jacob

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So now that I’ve finally reached the point where Kit’s in the Whitetails, expect a lot more Kit and Jacob stuff for these WIP Wednesdays. Here’s a bit from chapter 19 of American Beasts, set around the time of her 2nd trial shortly after the fun visit from Joseph:

“Kitten?” Her eyes flashed with anger, unimpressed by her own nickname. “That’s the second time you’ve called me that now.”

“Got a problem with that, Deputy?” He dragged his chair over, metal scraping against the floor. He swung his leg over the seat and sat down in front of her, leaning back and taking her in. His crossed arms drew attention to his broad shoulders, pulling at the worn canvas of his army jacket. “Look at ya. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. You’re methodical, precise. You strike hard and fast, you’re not some blunt object that beats until the job finally gets done. You’re sharp, like a knife, every cut you make is damn near surgical. Frankly, I'm impressed. You’re on the path of the Chosen now.”

Her eyebrows flicked up gently, surprised considering everything he’d said about her previously. “So you don’t want to kill me?”

“No, that would be a waste.” With a quick shake of his head, he unfolded his arms and pressed his hands to his thighs.

She couldn’t help but have her eyes follow, dragging over the denim material and noticing how it bunched up around the holster on his thigh. Noticing the very large blade he wore there, along with his handgun. She’d be a liar if she didn’t admit she was growing fond of his legs. 

“I can help you, Kit, I can help make you strong.” He tilted his head with a smug grin.

“I am strong.”

“Oh, I am well aware of that.” He grabbed at the cougar pin on her jacket, his thumb brushing off a drop of blood that had dried on it. “The brutality inside you, just clawing at the surface, I can use that.”

She scoffed at his insinuation, “I’m not some fucking tool for you to use. Why don’t you get your own hands dirty?”

He sneered and then reached over towards the table beside her, in amongst his files and maps was a tarnished metal plate with a sandwich. White bread, crusts still intact, mustard dripping over the edge and clinging to what looked like bologna. He pulled the plate towards himself and placed it in his lap. 

She hadn’t eaten in some time and she could feel her stomach growl. It was hardly the most appetizing thing she’d ever seen but beggars can’t be choosers and right now she didn’t have many options. 

His eyes flicked up to notice where she was staring, a cruel grin spreading across his lips. “You came here because of Peaches, right?”

She was hardly going to refer to Staci using that stupid nickname. She rolled her eyes and brought her eyes back up to look Jacob in the face. “You mean, Pratt?”

“Potato, potahto.” He said with the shrug of his shoulder. 

Picking up one of the sandwich halves from the plate, he held it in front of her face just out of reach of her mouth. Another form of torture. 

“I’ll fucking bite you if you try and feed me.”

He pulled the sandwich back and grinned. “Then I'll have to grab ya by the scruff of the neck and toss ya back in your cage like the feral little kitten you are. Won’t I?” His pale eyes stared into hers. “Open up.”

His voice seemed to have a power over her now, she was tuned into the tone so when he gave an order she felt forced to obey, whether she liked it or not. She licked her chapped, wind-bitten lips and then opened her mouth. His hand shot to her jaw, fingertips stained with nicotine, gun oil and dirt pressed into the meat of her cheeks as he placed the corner of the sandwich into her mouth. She tore into it and began to chew all with a scowl on her face. 

“Why are you doing this?” She asked, her mouth full of bread.

“In the general sense or do you mean me feeding you?” She gave no answer to his question. He knew damn well what she meant. “I know how to treat my weapons, how to look after them, and how to care for them. And you, Kit, you are my weapon now. I intend to keep ya in fighting shape.” He answered with a wink.

“Tell your people to stop fucking shooting at me then,” she swallowed. 

He chuckled, “Maybe you should stop your war against us.”

“I’m just supposed to let you win?” Her brow furrowed, one thing she was not was a quitter, she was sure he already knew that too.

“Or you could join?” 

“You’re fucking crazy if you ever think that’s going to happen.”

His hand slipped from her face as leaned back in his seat, enjoying the little game they were in the middle of, the back and forth. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You let John live after all. Maybe you have a bit more sympathy for the devil than you think?”

“Or maybe you should put a bullet in my head for having a moment of weakness.”

“I was meaning to ask ya why you left him alive. After what he did, to you, to your friends. You could just have easily killed him. So why didn’t you?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, she could tell he was taunting her. Goading her into giving him further invitation into her thoughts than he had already stolen from her.  “You think I'd ever tell you something like that, give you more access to the inside of my head? I don't fucking think so.”

His eyes narrowed, but the smirk remained. “Smart girl.” He brought the sandwich up to her mouth once more. 

“I don't need to explain myself.”

“You don’t. Not to me.”

She bit into the sandwich, tearing another chunk off like she was ripping into his jugular with her teeth. “You think you know me, Seed?”

“I know you better than you know yourself. You follow the rules that society has deemed essential, you hide what you really are because it makes it easier on everyone else. You’d rather be alone somewhere far away where you could do as you please, where your instincts are all that matter. When you’re out there fighting you feel a rush, don’t you? You like the blood and the violence. It makes you feel strong, powerful, in a way nothing else seems to match. When the world comes to an end, you’re one of the few who could survive it.”

She sat there chewing with a cocked eyebrow as she forced the food down her throat with a heavy swallow. “Just me and the cockroaches, huh?”

“You already spend all your time with insects, would things really be so different?”

She shook her head, “There is nothing you will ever be able to say to me to get me on your side.”

He placed the plate back on his table and stood up, pacing around her seat. “You know I'm right, Kit. Ignoring the religious side of things, you can see the empire is about to crumble and fall. It’s a matter of when, not if.” He sat back on the tabletop, leaning his weight against it, watching her as her eyes cut their way up his middle, traveling over him. 

“Then let it end. If the resistance is so weak, let them fall. Stop attacking them, just let them live and when the end comes they’ll go down with the rest. I didn't ask to get dragged into this.”

“No. But it makes you feel alive for the first time in a long time, doesn’t it?” He waggled his finger, pointing at her. “Joseph thinks this is meant to be, he believes you can see sense.”

“And what do you believe?”

“I believe you deserve to be saved.”

She looked down at her lap and snorted, glancing back at him from her periphery. “Big leap from wanting me dead.”

“It all comes from the same place. You’re a thorn in the side of the enemy, I’d just prefer you were a thorn for the other side.”

A smile crept across her mouth, looking up at him through her brow with her cat-like eyes. “You trying to call me a rose, Jacob?”

“No one’s ever going to confuse you for some delicate flower, honey. The best you’ll get from me is kitten.” He leaned over her and stroked the corner of her mouth with his thumb, dusting away the bread crumbs that had accumulated. “I want us to be friends, a mutually beneficial relationship. I give you what you want, you give me what I want.”

Looking up at him, her icy eyes seemed to sparkle, growing large as she pretended not to know. “And what is that?”

“The Whitetail Militia gone,” he rasped.

The way he said it made her shudder, a vibration traveling down her spine and into that dark pit inside her. She bit back on her molars and tried to steady herself once more. 

“That would certainly make your life easier, wouldn't it?”

“You have no reason to show any loyalty to Eli. What has he done for you?”

“Freed me from the room you left me to rot in.”

“That’s all he’s done, otherwise he will take and take and take like the parasite he is. Expecting you to do his dirty work while he hides and plays general from the safety of his ivory tower. You deserve better, your efforts should be appreciated. You deserve to be rewarded.”

“Is that what these dry ass sandwiches are supposed to be? My reward?”

He walked back to his seat, easing himself back down into it, making himself eye level with her once more. Equals.

“They’re a peace offering. No more cages, no more torture. All you have to do is agree to not get in my way. To pick the right side when the time comes.”

“Become a Peggie?”

“In time. Once you prove yourself. Maybe.”

“I thought Joseph said it was a sure thing? You suddenly don’t trust him and his word?”

“I trust Joseph with my life. Who do you have on your side like that, Kit? Who can you say you feel that way towards?”

Kit rolled her eyes away from him. Unimpressed by his efforts to get inside her head.

“It’s all well and good to play at being the hero, the warrior. But at the end of the day what does it matter when you could fall and the resistance will pick someone else out of the crowd to lift them up. You’re not their savior, or their messiah, you’re another piece of meat they’re ready to toss into the flames at a moment’s notice.”

Her eyes landed on his chest, focused squarely on the dog tags that hung around his neck. “Why do you still wear those?”

He looked down at his chest. “Why wouldn't I?”

“Just what are you trying to prove and who are you trying to prove it to? Do you think your army only listens to you because you wear the trappings of a soldier?”

He fell silent. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in towards her, his eyes narrowed, his voice so low it was barely audible. “Don’t try and play mind games with me, angel. I’ve been around the block more times than you have.” 

Kit’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening, she tilted her head and sat forward in her seat as best she could. “Do you think I’m scared of you?”

He cut the distance between them, his voice a deep rasp, “You should be.”

The corner of her lip curled, she could feel his hot breath against her lips. “Why?”

His eyes drifted back down to her mouth, breathing in and out of his nose. He was fighting against himself. She could see the cogs turning inside his head as he tried to persuade himself from doing something rash. Something he’d regret. Something that might give her the upper hand in their dealings. 

His hand flew to her jaw, holding her steady as his eyes returned to stare at hers. “I don’t have time for whatever the hell this is.”

“Whatever the hell this is? We’re supposed to be enemies. You wanted me dead, I wanted you dead, and around and around we go. Blame your stupid fucking conditioning.”

“This has nothing to do with that.”

“Then I guess we’re both just fucked up. Seems a good a reason as any, it’s certainly the reason why John had such a hard on for me.”

“Jesus Christ.” He dropped his hand from her jaw and stood up, walking back over to his desk he picked up the package of smokes and slipped out a cigarette. Grabbing the lighter he lit the cylinder with shaking hands. Inhaling the tobacco smoke and rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

“I’m not going to be your pet like Staci, if that’s what you want it's never going to happen. So either kill me now or let me go.”

He puffed from his cigarette once more as it hung from the corner of his mouth, he picked up one of the manila files on his desk and started flipping through its pages. “I’m not gonna kill ya, i’m not in the habit of wasting those who are strong. If I let you go, you know I can have ya back here whenever I want.”

“So I just have to wait until you call me back home for dinner?”

He tossed the file down on the table and placed the cigarette into the ashtray in front of him. “Something like that. Yeah.”

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streets say karl is friend B because punz said they were "another creator" and the timeline of when Karl and Punz interactions stopped lines up. Only hitch is Punz congratulated karl on his comic in a tweet but thats where the kunz ints end. and because its funny like karl jacobs stole your girl ? lol. lmao even

interesting interesting thabk u anon

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Groac’h

Image © Jeanne Prigent, accessed at her ArtStation here

[It’s apparently walrus week on the World Tour, as we have a second tusked aquatic monster. The groac’h is a Breton fairy, sometimes kindly and sometimes wicked as fey so often are. Way back in the day, someone at Paizo (was it James Jacobs? Jason Buhlman?) said that hag was a category not tied to monster type (as seen in the night hag), and that fey hags were a definite possibility. That was not actualized in PF1e. So I figured that the groac’h would be a good candidate for a fey hag.]

Groac’h CR 9 CN Fey This thin humanoid looks like an old woman, with long clawed fingers and long webbed toes. Two tusks like those of a walrus grow from her mouth.

Hags are products of the Material Plane, but due to their magic powers and cruel curiosity may end up on other planes. A cadre of sea hags moved to the First World in order to access the strange magic and ebullient life force found there. Over time, some of these hags changed into the groac’h. Groac’h are not as wicked as other hags are, but are just as capricious. They are most interested in breaking up power structures, from kingdoms to families, and may do so with gifts, guile or magical force. They are obsessed with politeness, and minding etiquette may mean the difference between leaving a groac’h’s company with magical gifts, and never leaving.

A groac’h does not like to fight fair, and tries to ensure that any combat she enters is of her own volition. Most groac’hs carry at least one net, sometimes a magical one, and catch victims in it. While the captive struggles to break free, the groac’h uses her magic on them—transforming an entangled victim into a fish or frog is a popular tactic. Although groac’hs are not as hideous to look upon as a sea hag, they can channel the same evil eye curse to disable their enemies. Groac’hs rarely fight to the death; if a battle is turning against them, they transform into a faster shape or create a fog cloud to hinder pursuit.

Most groac’hs are somewhat vain, and spend more time in shapeshifted form than their natural appearance. Beautiful maidens, majestic swans and sleek dolphins are popular forms to take. They collect vast amounts of treasure, but are free about giving away or trading it to further their goals or enhance their prestige. They eat mostly seafood—captives transformed into fish are often served to guests as a power play. A groac’h is still hag enough to join a coven, but usually their covens are of three groac’hs. A coven with at least one groac’h member adds the following spell-like abilities to their coven magic: fluid form, freezing sphere, summon monster VI (animals with a swim speed or elementals with the water subtype only).

Groac’h              CR 9 XP 6,400 CN Medium fey (aquatic, extraplanar, shapechanger) Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, mistsight, Perception +13 Defense AC 23, touch 17, flat-footed 15 (+6 Dex, +1 dodge, +5 natural) hp 112 (15d6+60) Fort +9, Ref +15, Will +11 DR 10/cold iron; SR 20 Defensive Abilities evasion Offense Speed 30 ft., swim 50 ft. Melee 2 claws +15 (1d6+3), bite +15 (2d4+3/x4) Ranged masterwork net +16 (entangle) Special Attacks augmented critical, evil eye, spell captive Spell-like Abilities CL 12th, concentration +16 (+20 casting defensively) At will—fog cloud, hydraulic torrent, ray of enfeeblement (DC 15) 3/day—bestow curse (DC 17), quickened blur, control water, suggestion (DC 17) 1/day— baleful polymorph (DC 19), dominate person (DC 19), geyser (DC 19) Statistics Str 16, Dex 23, Con 18, Int 15, Wis 10, Cha 19 Base Atk +7; CMB +13; CMD 30 Feats Agile Maneuvers, Combat Casting, Deceitful, Defensive Combat Training, Dodge, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (net) (B), Iron Will, Quicken SLA (blur), Weapon Finesse Skills Acrobatics +19, Bluff +21, Climb +16, Diplomacy +17, Disguise +21, Intimidate +17, Knowledge (local, nature) +15, Perception +13, Sense Motive +13, Stealth +19, Swim +24 Languages Aquan, Common, Sylvan SQ amphibious, change shape (animal or humanoid, polymorph) Ecology Environment any coastal and underground (First World) Organization solitary or coven (1-3 mixed hags) Treasure double standard (masterwork net, other treasure) Special Abilities Augmented Critical (Ex) A groac’h’s bite attack deals x4 damage on a successful critical hit. Evil Eye (Su) Three times per day, a groac’h can cast her dire gaze upon any single creature within 30 feet. The target must succeed on a DC 21 Will save or be staggered as strange nebulous distress and a gnawing sense of impending doom plagues the victim. If a groac’h uses her evil eye on someone already afflicted by this curse, the victim must make a DC 21 Fortitude save or be overwhelmed with fright and collapse into a comatose state for 3 days. Each day that passes, the comatose victim must make a DC 21 Fortitude save or perish. The evil eye is a mind influencing fear effect. The save DCs are Charisma-based. Evil Eye Curse: Gaze—failed save; save Will DC 21; frequency 1/day; effect staggered (or fall comatose if already under the effects of the evil eye). Spell Captive (Su) A creature entangled in a net thrown by a groac’h suffers a -2 penalty to all saving throws against her evil eye and spell-like abilities.

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76 - Moment of Peace

Part 77

Gemini Runaway

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“It’s nothing sweetheart. Now show me how you have started talking with them.” The other two grabbed my hands after taking Missy’s hands in theirs. 

Opening my eyes again I moved my head around seeing that we were in a garden area. Walking around with my daughters in tow I headed up the white front porch. Pushing the door open we entered the house seeing all the Mikaelson’s siblings all sitting in the living room together. “Raelyn, what are you doing here?” 

“The girls said they found a way into your dream space. So I told them to show me.” Shoving my hands inside my back I smiled at them. 

Hope moved around my leg getting in the center of the room sitting down on the coffee table grinning at the group. “It was my idea.” 

“Since we’re all here. I should catch you up to speed on everything.” Moving around Elijah I sat down in the empty chair between him and Kol. Rebekah and Freya were on the other side of the table. 

Missy came forward smiling at them. “Can we play musical chairs or something?” 

“Are we five?” Kol grumbled until I sent him a glare. 

Alina crossed her arms over her chest scowling while standing by him. “I say we play hide and seek. But use our powers.” 

“That’s my girl.” Kol raised his hand and they high fived one another. 

Freya leans forward in her chair clasping her hands together. “What exactly is happening out there. Have you and the others found the cures yet?” 

“I have found one of them. The other two are still being hunted down by Hayley and Cami. Jaocb and I have been busy raising our kids by ourselves basically.” I put my hands on my knees looking at the oldest Mikaelson. “Andrea is three now and my triplets are six. We are living with my cousin Josette. And now her crazy psycho cousin is out to kill her.” 

Rebekah dropped her smile to the floor. “I’m sorry we can’t be more helpful while stuck here.” 

“It’s not your fault, Bex.” I told her. 

Elijah tapped hie chin in thought. "Is he cousin that is a siphon like you and your brother Jacob used to be?" 

"That's right, Lijah." I nodded. 

Freya crossed her legs sitting in her chair. "So you're coven is going to come for the girls aren't they. Since you told me about the whole merge when Missy and Alina are twenty-two." 

"Not anymore. I found a loophole." 

Elijah raised a brow. "What kind of loophole, Raelyn?" 

"One very powerful spell that unlinked my bloodline and any more kids Nik and I have together." Shifting my gaze around the group of vampires and witches. "That way they will never have to do the Merge. And never know the torture I had to with Jacob." 

Kol grinned in my direction. "I see what Nik sees in you. You're determination to not let anyone hurt your family." 

"Like a true Mikaelson." Freya smiled. 

Rebekah raised her wine glass towards me. "Always and forever." 

Alina put her hands on her hips being impatient, looking like Rebekah. "Are we going to play a game or not?" 

“Yeah, “ Hope said, with a smile.

"So what do you all want to play?" Rebekah asked the triplets. 

I looked around at the group, considering their suggestions. "Alright, let's play hide and seek with our powers, But let's make it a bit more interesting. We'll split into teams. Team A will be the seekers, and Team B will be the hiders. The hiders can use their powers to hide, but they have to stay within the boundaries of the house and garden area. The seekers will have to find them using their own abilities."

Kol grinned mischievously. "Sounds like a challenge. I'm in."

Freya nodded in agreement. "I could use a little excitement."

Hope jumped up from the coffee table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I'll be on Team B! Who wants to join me?"

Alina raised her hand eagerly. "I'm with you, Hope!"

Rebekah and Elijah exchanged a glance before Rebekah spoke up. "I'll join Team A. Elijah, what about you?"

Elijah smiled and stood up. "I'll be on Team A as well. Let the games begin."

We divided into our teams, with Team A consisting of Elijah, Rebekah, Missy, and myself, and Team B consisting of Hope, Alina, Kol, and Freya. We decided to give the hiders a five-minute head start before the seekers would begin their search. As the hiders scattered to find their hiding spots, I could feel the excitement building in the room. This was a much-needed break from the chaos of our lives, a chance to let loose and have some fun. Once the five minutes were up, Team A began their search. Elijah used his heightened senses to detect any presence nearby, while Rebekah and I used our speed to quickly search through the rooms. It was a thrilling game of cat and mouse, with the hiders using their powers to stay one step ahead. "Dang Alina must be siphoning off Freya. Cause I can't hear her heartbeat." 

"Give me your hand, momma." Missy clutched her hand shut telling me to give her my hand. Placing my hand in hers I let her siphon from me. I gasped when she led me through the house finding her sister and aunt Freya were hiding in the attic. 

Alina grumbled angerly putting her arms over her chest. "How did you find us, Missy!" 

"It's a magicial triplet thing I guess. I could sense your magic." She shrugged her shoulders jumping off the ladder landing on her feet. 

Rebekah was on the hunt for my oldest daughter not seeing anyone hiding in the rooms. So Elijah moved on the ground outside hearing a tiny heartbeat. "I believe I have found the little rascal." 

"Hi uncle Lijah." Hope waved peaking her head. 

After what felt like an eternity of searching, we finally found the last hider, Kol, hiding behind a bookshelf in the study. He grinned triumphantly as we approached him. "Well played, Kol," I said, trying to catch my breath. "You certainly gave us a run for our money."

Kol shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? I'm the master of hiding."

Missy came running down the hallway Launching a pillow right at Elijah. "Pillow fight!" 

"Little Missy, I suggest you do not start a fight that you won't win." He warned her where she squealed when he chased after her. 

Moving out onto the porch I leaned against the porch fence. The wind blows through my hair where I couldn't get the image of Nik in chains. "I will rescue you, Niklaus." 

"Mommy, Missy is making feathers!" Hope came out onto the porch pulling me from my trance. 

Turning on my heels I followed her inside seeing that Missy was siphoning from Elijah throwing her freehand in the air. "It's like snow." She cheered by breaking one of the pillows with magic. Which resulted in the feathers falling down from the ceiling and getting almost everything. 

Alina and Hope intertwined hands together and they started dancing around in the falling feathers. Freya and Rebekah came to stand beside me. "This is when I miss him the most.." 

"We all do, Rae." Rebekah clasped my hand in hers. "Our greatest strength after all is family." 

Freya's gaze shifted over to us. "But I've never known you to back down from fighting to get this family together again." 

"And I won't stop until we are all reunited. You have my word. Now let’s go join the others. " We all gathered back in the living room, laughing and recounting our hiding spots and close calls. It was a moment of pure joy and camaraderie, a reminder that even in the midst of our struggles, we could still find moments of happiness and connection. As we settled down, catching our breath and sharing stories, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this makeshift family that had come together. Despite the challenges we faced, we were united by love and a shared purpose. And in that moment, as we sat together in the living room, I knew that no matter what obstacles lay ahead, we would face them together.

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