#Klaus of Catarina

[nachtwesen]

"Klaus taught me the truth. He showed me how the world really is. You have to be strong, and take the things you want. You have to think only of yourself. And I'm the strongest of all now. I am. You know how I got that way? Lives. So many lives. Humans and vampires, and they're all inside me now. [I killed Klaus after a few centuries]... He was surprised. He didn't know how much I'd learned." - Catarina to Elena

[writingsofwesteros]

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Return to the waves! Maybe her name is Shaera? in this au, the dance doesn't happen, aegon doesn't usurp the throne, and Rhaenyra is crowned queen. She gives Aegon the Targaryen castle in the Stormlands, Summerhall. Since her mother was crowned, as the heir, Shaera Velaryon became Shaera Targaryen, and she's been mainly wearing the black and red of her house. But on the days when she really wants Lord Velaryon to notice her, she'll wear silver and gray and blues and purples. She loves seeing his usual stern focused expression turn to a taken aback one. And those eyes, they don't lie. She relishes in seeing his eyes change from reserved and focused to intense and practically burning into her.

WE DESERVED SUCH A WARDROBE !!

oh his eyes never leave her when she dances!

Neither does his eyes leave her when she's wearing such low cut dresses

A vision to wake up to

His chambers have the best view...its why she visits..of course

She gets jealous !!

[studiolofimesse]

AMOAMÚMESSÊ nas plataformas digitais !

🤙🏼🥰💛❤️💚😘🍉🥦🍌🥑🌹🤟🏼

>>ficha técnica<<

todas as composições deste álbum são de rudriquix

gravado no studio lo fi messê, messejana, ceará

rudriquix: bateria, sintetizador, samples, voz, teclado, baldes, guitarra e voz

briar: guitarra, baixo, teclado, edição, efeitos e edição

vitor: baixo, guitarra e percussões

catarina saraiva colares: voz em profeta

klaus sena: mix e master no estúdio indigo azul, são paulo, sp

capa: colagem por rudriquix com fotos de jamille queiroz e figurino de arara hari ramdass

[schoje]

Neste sábado (09), a partir das 10h, Balneário Camboriú sedia o 5° Festival Nacional de Surf para Autistas, que ocorre em frente à Rua 2.500, na Praia Central. O evento, que é organizado pela Fundação Municipal de Esportes (FME), Surf Escola BC e AMA Litoral SC, reunirá 200 inscritos de São Paulo, Santa Catarina e Rio Grande do Sul. Mais de 20 adolescentes e jovens com Síndrome de Down também participarão como voluntários. Pela primeira vez será realizada uma bateria especial, onde quatro autistas disputarão o título e o troféu de campeão. Serão dois atletas de Florianópolis, um de Balneário Camboriú e um de São Paulo. O objetivo desta bateria especial é incentivar a prática do esporte, mostrar que pessoas com autismo podem evoluir no surf. O festival distribuirá medalhas de campeão para todos que participarem do festival, até mesmo para os que não competirem no surf. O evento contará também com a presença de convidados especiais, como Klaus Kaiser, locutor da WSL (Campeonato Mundial de Surf), o juiz da WSL, Luli Pereira, e Picurata Salazar, 10 vezes campeão brasileiro de surf. O 5° Festival Nacional de Surf para Autistas faz parte do projeto AMA Surf, que têm como objetivo proporcionar a prática da atividade esportiva para pessoas que possuem Transtorno do Espectro Autista que são atendidos na AMA Litoral, objetivando contribuir na promoção de saúde, interação social, diversão e lazer. O AMA Surf iniciou as atividades em outubro e ocorre até dezembro. O projeto ocorre semanalmente, aos sábados, das 9h às 11h. São divididos dois grupos com 10 crianças e adolescentes com o apoio das famílias.

[blueberrygiggles]

MASTER POST

Character A/Character B = romantic pairing

Character A & Character B = platonic/familial pairing

(works like AO3, but just wanted to make it extra clear!)

FICS -

Law and Order: SVU -

"be careful, i'm ticklish there" (casey/rita)

Good Omens -

i love your smile, my dear (aziraphale/crowley)

The Umbrella Academy -

just for the hell of it (lila/diego)

oh what boredom does (lila & five)

the truth is all i ask (klaus & allison)

my hands hold your heart (sometimes literally!) (klaus/dave)

"hey, cheer up!" (squealing santa 2k23) (five & allison)

Boku No Hero Academia -

ticklish kisses (emi/nemuri)

i see you shiver... with antici- pation (erasermic)

just an accident, babe! (erasermic)

a domestic trope, i suppose (emi/nemuri)

lies and (loving) revenge (emi/nemuri)

arms up ! (emi/nemuri)

Shadowhunters -

she's beautiful (her laughter even more so) (catarina/tessa)

heavenly (and ticklish) (ragnor/catarina)

relaxed giggles (malec)

biting and moaning and kissing and licking and- (malec) (nsfw)

just let me trY PLEASE- (ragnor & magnus)

invisible hands (catarina & magnus)

HEADCANONS -

First Kill (Juliet/Cal)

Batman (2022)

Bones (Cam)

Rocky Horror Picture Show (Dr. Franknfurter & Magenta)

Rocky Horror Picture Show (Columbia & Riff Raff)

[onlytheembersremain]

You guys remember this? Thought it would be a cute idea to convert it into video form, complete with the music. 😄

Enjoy all of the beanie boys! 🥰

[lefrustemangaka]

Was playing Dark Souls with the ladies of @onlytheembersremain the other day when this happened with Lautrec...Needless to say, conversations were had. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[julia-beatrice]

Commissioned by @onlytheembersremain -Klaus, Solaire, Lautrec, Jestin and Honovi-

[empthylee]

Chibi Colored Commission for @onlytheembersremain​ I glad to draw their unique Dark Souls OCs🥰

[amayaicons]

Katarina Claes

377 icons of Katarina Claes from the series My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! from debut chapter to chapter 25.  Icons sized 100x100. free to use & editable

*icons are from the manga and other official sources

dropbox link

[anythingbutdead]

Magnus Bane adopts Ben and Klaus when they ran away.

Or maybe Ben (still) just died and Klaus ran away. Klaus saw Ben and think he finally gone crazy. But Ben didn’t ask him to help him or screaming for help like other ghost. No, Ben just followed him around and looked at him sadly.

Idk how Ben died. Maybe the death is ugly—that’s why Klaus doesn’t believe that he is really Ben because he looks just too normal. Like he’s still alive have never been t—

So Klaus tried to buy drugs to be numb. Just like other people on tv shows did.

That’s how Magnus found him—more like catch him because Klaus was trying to steal his wallet (he wants stronger drugs so he needs more money).

Or maybe Raphael found Klaus—his blood smells funny? Definitely not human. So he knocked him out and took him to Magnus.

Long story short Magnus help Klaus to really explore his power. With the help of Ragnor, Cat, and sometimes Tessa, Klaus grow up to be a happy young adult. Along with Ben.

At least Ben learned how to control the tentacles. Which is very useful.

World ending? What world ending what are you talking about haha

[ourplaceinthecosmosphff]

Chapter 11. Grief

‘Still, I was bent and my laughter, as the poet said,

was nowhere to be found.' Mary Oliver

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I allowed myself a loud sigh now that I could. “Lately I want to talk about nothing. But what are you referring to?”

I heard Cadie’s steps as she approached and leaned against the door to the the bathroom in my room. “Harry.”

I froze, bobby pin in the air as I struggled with a few loose strands. I avoided my own eyes in the mirror.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

I finished adjusting my second black fascinator in less than twenty-four hours in silence. Checking my makeup one last time, I made my way out, avoiding her as I did, trying to keep busy. 

“We essentially met last weekend, texted a bit-”

“Planned a date.” She offered.

“And then we stopped.”

“And now he’s here.” She continued, ignoring the finality in my tone. “And so is Christopher.”

“So is my brother’s body.” I shrugged, looking at her, dramatically. “So it’s not exactly romantic.”

I grabbed my purse, my shoes, and sighed. “Sorry. I…”

“No, it’s okay. I get it.”

“Still.” I looked at her. “I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help. It’s just… a lot. Too much, actually.”

She nodded, slowly. “Still. I know it happened so fast you probably didn’t even really tell anyone that something was happening with him. And you probably won’t feel like doing that now, so… if you need to talk about it. I’m here.”

I smiled. “I know… I just, I don’t know… It’s not the time.”

“You’re human. You’re allowed to feel more than one emotion at once. It’s okay to feel grief and also want to talk about a guy you like.”

I smiled. “...I did forget how cute he was.”

“Yes. Even if we don’t… in the future, even if we no longer work together, I’ll always be here, you know? Jobs end, but NDA’s are forever.”

“Are you- do you want to leave?”

I watched her eyes grow worried. “No! I mean, I understand that things have… changed-”

“Cadie.” I took in a long breath. “If you want to leave, I’ll understand.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know this…” I gulped. “This next job I’ll have to do… it’s not exactly what you signed up for, so I understand if you don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Margu-Ma’am,” she approached, quickly, “I don’t want to leave, but I do understand that I… may not fit your new… job.”

“Why would you say that? You’re great at your job.”

She sighed, biting a lip. “Well,”

“Tell me.” I asked, worried.

“I was told that since you’re the Crown Princess now, even if you’re still not addressed as such, my qualifications no longer apply to the kind of help you’ll need.”

“Says who?!” She said nothing, which in its own way said everything. “Why-I don’t understand!”

“Montennon has been training Auguste for nearly a decade so he could work with your brother when he took on a more active role as Crown Prince. I’m not even Savoyen.”

“Thats-That’s so-!” I stuttered, angrily, opening the doors and leaving my room with my shoes in hand. “That’s unbelievable! What do they expect, for me to fire you?!”

“I technically work for the Crown. So you wouldn’t have to, they will.”

“That’s ridiculous!” I turned to her. “You’re not going anywhere. Unless you want to, as I said, and I’ll understand, but unless you quit, you’re not going anywhere!”

I marched to the door, feeling my heart beating painfully as I pondered on how it was possible for my father to avoid any real conversation with me about my future for a whole week and still try to make decisions about it without consulting me.

Downstairs, I entered the reception room where my extended family on both sides and royals from all over the world were congregated, talking. My eyes quickly found, next to a fireplace, tea cups in hand, my cousin Klaus of Luxembourg and his sisters, Josephine and Catarina. Harry had been talking to them before, but was nowhere to be found now. Josephine’s fiance was sitting in a two-seat sofa nearby talking to my father’s first cousin once removed, the Earl of Tròil, whose daughter, Lady Lucy of Tròil was standing by the doors with her first cousin Lord Marcel Freyee. They were respectively sixteen and fifteen years old, and were talking with my first cousins, Princess Maryanne and Prince James, eighteen and sixteen, whose father was Uncle Albert.

I joined them for something to do. 

“Is it almost time?” James asked me, and I nodded.

“The coffin must be halfway there by now.” I told them.

Lucy sighed, touching her headpiece. “I thought my first time wearing a fascinator would have been… more enjoyable.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Maryanne smiled. “You turned sixteen. They become less fun as you go along.”

“Well, you look lovely.” I told Lucy, who smiled sadly.

“You do, too, Maggie. You look… queenly.”

I stared at the floor, a rehearsed polite smile on my lips.

“That reminds me, will you have to quit your job now?” Marcel asked.

“Don’t!” James said, “You and Heloise are the only ones in this family with actual, badass careers.”

“She won’t have a choice, you dick.” Marcel returned. 

James shrugged. “If someone told me to quit my job just for being born in this family, which wasn’t even my choice, I’d just refuse to.”

“Don’t worry,” his sister, Maryanne condescended, sarcastically, “it’s not like you’re high in the succession line, they won’t need your honorable sacrifice.”

The others laughed as James rolled his eyes, but I felt a weight on my stomach.

The room suddenly quieted when Lourdes’ shrieking voice rose. 

“Maman! What is wrong with you?! Just say something!”

After yelling, she seemed to realize she had our attention, and quickly stepped out of the room, which filled with murmurs when she did.

“What happened?!” Maryanne asked no one in particular.

“I should go check on her.” I told them, following Lourdes. 

I marched through the halls searching for any sign of Lourdes when, finally, a guard told me she saw her running up the stairs. I sighed, removed my heels for more speed, and ran up.

I turned right, followed along, and climbed the narrower staircase to the West hall at the North Wing; in the last few steps, I started to overhear my sister’s voice, and she wasn’t alone.

“She seems… drunk. All the time, but I know she hasn’t been drinking, she just doesn’t care. Louis died and now she doesn’t care about anything.” My sister said, voice weak, trembly. “Have you ever heard the saying, ‘people grieve differently’?”

I stopped mid-step, two steps away from the end of the stairs, my heart in my throat. Harry.

“You know, I was younger than you when my mother died. I felt… well, I wanted to cry all day, every day. My brother got impatient, he was a teenager…” I could hear the eyeroll in his voice, “my father got overly protective. My uncle was aggressive. It’s like… no one was acting like themselves. And worst of all, for me, no one was acting like I wanted them to. But they were acting like they had to in order to process the pain and loss.” He paused again, longer this time. “Some people, in grief, cry and can’t stop thinking of it, some need to avoid it at all costs or they might crumble, some have to think of ways to honor the person they lost as a way of making the loss… worth it, in a way.”

I quietly walked up to the last step, straining my ears to hear them.

He went on, as Lourdes didn’t answer, “Ever since humans have been alive, they have died. And ever since humans have died, they’ve hurt, and ever since then people have judged each other by how they hurt. They’re not suffering like me, so they must not be suffering. See, you chose to run out here, the people at the gates chose to bring flowers and watch a building over someone they didn’t know, your mother seems to have chosen to barricade in her room… but, at the end of the day, pain is pain. People just express it in different ways.”

There was another long pause; I carefully leaned in to observe them. Lourdes was sitting in the wide, marbled aperture at the window. Harry sat next to her, both watching the wall in front.

“Does it… does it ever get better?” She asked, not looking quite at him.

Harry considered her question for a while, seeming to struggle to give her an answer that wouldn’t quite be a lie. “You get better at remembering only the good parts.”

There was another pause, and I thought it was as good a time as any to interrupt. I stepped into the hallway looking at the opposite way, to pretend I didn’t know they were there. 

Lourdes quickly looked back to her phone when she saw me, drying her tears. Harry looked- well, I didn’t know, as I avoided his eyes by looking at the floor. When I reached them, he stood up, politely, and bowed his head unnecessarily, breaking my heart more than I thought was possible again.

“Hi.” I said, at him, but looking at my sister.

“Hello.” He replied. “I… We- I didn’t get a chance to say earlier… But, Louis- God, Marie, I was so sorry when I heard-”

“Of course, yes… I know, and, I’m sorry.”

“You? Why?”

“I… I don’t know.” I confessed. “I just… we were talking when he-- well, and I couldn’t tell you, and then there was so much happening at once I just turned off my phone and didn’t reply--to anyone! Not just you--”

“Of course, I understand, absolutely!” He nodded.

There was a long, silent pause while we took turns looking at each other and looking away. I was suddenly very aware I still had my shoes on my hands, but decided that putting them on now would only draw his attention to them.

“I--”

“You--”

Attempting to talk at the same time, we let out a short, embarrassed, nasalised chuckle.

“Please, you go--”

“You were say--?”

As it happened again, mortified, I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Lourdes interrupted, making me jump slightly.

“Who? Oh,” I was so nervous I forgot to roll my eyes, “Chris is downstairs.”

There was a brief, awkward silence where it seemed we didn’t know how to move on. I tried looking at Harry this time, but he wasn’t looking at me. 

“Harry said people grieve differently.”

I exchanged a look with him, who seemed to blush at his own words.

“That’s very true.”

“Is that why you’ve done nothing but worry about the funeral all week?”

I looked at my sister, pretty as a porcelain doll except for the red eyes.

“I suppose.” I confessed. “I guess I… You know, there’s just too much happening at the same time… With my job, and Louis, and…” I stole a look at Harry, without meaning to, “everything else, it’s just a lot. So I… I’ve been trying to focus on one day at a time. I can handle one day at a time. No reason to worry about my job today, we have to focus on the funeral. And yesterday? We had to focus on the vigil. And the day before, I had to confirm the flowers were in order. I can’t deal with my future right now, but today? I can handle today.”

“Is that why you’ve been scratching your hands so much they’re bleeding?”

Embarrassed, I gulped, looking past her through the windows, feeling the scratches in my palms stinging with renewed energy.

“I…” I sighed, approaching to sit next to her in the large window still. “I guess… Well, I read once that the brain can only focus on one source of pain at a time, so when I feel like… like crying, I scratch my palms just a little bit to stop myself from crying.”

I dared a look at her, and she had her brows wrinkled looking at me.

“That’s… not okay, Maggie.”

I smiled, sadly. “I…”

“I thought you said it was okay to cry.” She interrupted. “After Aunt Marilou told me to be strong and not cry today, you told me not to listen to her, you said crying is okay--”

“It is.” Harry volunteered. We looked at him, but he was looking at me.

“It is.” I agreed. “But it’s… it’s different.”

“How?”

“It…” I sighed, wishing Harry would just… leave. “It just is.”

“Because you’re older?”

“I--”

“Or because you’re the heir now?!”

I bit my lower lip, avoiding Harry’s eyes.

The one thing I did not want to remind him of, the one thing I had hoped he might not have quite understood despite all the bowing, and the lack of communication between us. Now, there it was. The truth I had been trying not to face.

“I’m not the Crown Princess yet.” I said, avoiding both their eyes.

“Yes, you are.” She rolled her eyes. “Just because you’re not officially being addressed as such until the mourning period is over, doesn’t change the fact you’re the first in line to the throne. And why should that matter, anyway?”

“Because…” I sighed. “Because when people look at us, they can see a reason to be sad, or a reminder that there will be hope again.”

I raised my head, thrusting my shoulders back.

“So, yes, Lourdes, I can’t cry because I want them to know that it’ll be okay.”

There was a long, silent pause. I dared a look at Harry, but he was now staring into nothing, avoiding my eyes in the general direction of the wall, looking sadder than I had ever seen him. 

A walking contradiction, I wanted to hug him. I wanted, at the same time, both for him to leave and forget this entire conversation, especially the part about my hands, and I wanted to hold him close, to be held by him, and to forget there was anything else happening in my life at all. Both options were so equally distant at that time I felt like crying again.

“Why is that your job?” Lourdes asked, whispery.

I couldn’t say the words, even if I knew them. Not without crying. Not with my heart beating painfully in my throat. Not with Harry standing right there.

“Because she’ll be Queen one day.” He said, resolutely.

There was something particularly heartbreaking about hearing it from him, and because the words were the harshest truth I couldn’t hide from, I slowly forced myself to look at him. There was something in his eyes; something so painful and loving I wanted to avoid, and yet, couldn’t look away from.

He gulped, “and people need strength from their Queen.”

“That’s not fair.”

I looked at her. “Nothing about this is fair.”

I didn’t count how long we sat in silence before Harry cleared his throat.

“I should go back downstairs.” He said, and I got to my feet.

“Of course.”

“If…” he started, blushing again, “I know this is terribly difficult, and you may prefer your privacy, which I understand, but… I do know what it’s like… so, if I can be of any service, at all, to you both,” he looked at Lourdes, kindly, “please don’t hesitate to reach out.”

I wanted to hug him again, to tell him how much it meant that he had dedicated time to her, that he’d tried to reach out to this child because he could never forget what it was like to be her. Instead I linked my hands together, painfully tightly. 

Lourdes looked at him, then looked back at her phone, timidly. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ I hoped would convey a lot more emotions than I could name. He gave me a sad smile and bowed again, a final nail to my coffin, before stepping away.

Just as I sat down, he returned.

“Incidentally, how do I go back downstairs?” He asked, blushing, making me smile.

I got to my feet and walked him the few steps to the small corridor leading into the staircase I had just come from.

“Down these stairs, then left ‘till the end of the hall, down the main staircase and then left again.”

He nodded, “Left, end of the hall, down and left again.”

“You got it.”

We exchanged an awkward, overly polite smile. He gave my sister a quick look to where she was still sitting at the window, just out of earshot if we spoke low enough.

It occured to me this was the first time I was alone with him since London. After formally greeting him the night before in front of my family and the world’s cameras, I had gone on to avoid him altogether after the vigil, and ever since.  

“I was wondering…” He started, whispery, looking at the ground, his cheeks slightly redder than usual.

Then, he smiled; not the awkwardly polite smile we’d both been using, but his own, flirty, slightly naughty grin. It was so familiar it caught me completely off guard. He looked at me again.

“Is walking shoeless around palaces a hobby?”

I looked down at my shoeless feet, wrapped only in my black tights, awarding him a sincere smile, my first in a whole week. “Only with you.”

His smile grew a little, and he bit his lower lip. “Hey, I was wondering… Could we… talk?”

I felt my smile disappear, “Later, of course, I don’t want to… to… well, to be a bother, but I… I was just wondering, you know?” he gulped, “If we… if we could… well, talk.”

“I…” I started, completely unaware of where I should take that sentence, “I am… it’s not a good– I’m… I have my hands sort of full–”

“Of course, yes,” he agreed, quickly, “I just mean, later, after the funeral, when you have some… time.”

I nodded, wanting to say yes more than anything, but terrified of what I may say if we did talk. I decided to compromise with,

“I’ll… I’ll try.”

Harry smiled a sincere, sad smile. “Politely diplomatic, as always.”

With one last bow, he turned to the stairs, and left. I wanted to sit on the floor and cry for three days, but I didn’t have that kind of time, so instead I went back to my sister, and sat at the window next to her, putting on my damn shoes.

“Does Chris know you’re flirting with someone else in your spare time?”

I sighed, wondering if she had returned to her spiteful new self. “He broke up with me, why would he care?”

“So you are flirting with him.”

“No, Lourdes, I am not. I am just… reminding you Chris isn’t my boyfriend.”

She gave me a condescending look. “Really? Is that why he’s been here every day this week?”

“He’s being a friend.”

“Not what people are saying.”

She clicked a few times on the screen of her phone before showing me an article on Vanity Fair: ‘Savoy’s New Crow Princess back with childhood sweetheart amongst preparations for brother’s funeral’. Another two clicks and she returned the page to a google search, clicking on the next article, from a Savoyen gossip magazine, which read, ‘Christopher Massé has been Crow Princess Margueritte’s rock during grief, friends say’. Another article read, ‘Christopher Massé has been a frequent visitor to Callois Palace since the passing of crown prince’, and included a couple dozen pictures of Chris arriving at the gates in his own car.

“I can’t believe they really care about that at a time like this.”

“There’s a lot of articles about… us. They’re really invested in who you might marry now that you’ll be, you know.”

Queen. I did know.

“Also about Faye not having been here until yesterday, which I think it’s too much.” She added. “And the Luxembourg’s arriving late. And everything else, really... So, you’re not back together?”

“N--no”, I stuttered, “I think. I don’t know.”

“Does he?”

I sighed, grabbing the phone from her and half-mindedly scrolling through a Buzzfeed article. “He broke up with me for a reason, Lou.”

“He’s been really helpful.”

I smiled, recognizing the tone of hope in her voice, the melancholic nostalgy for us to return to happier days.

“I know. He’s a good friend, he’s always been.”

She stared at the painting across from us. “I like him.”

“Everyone does”, I sighed.

“Do you?”

I smiled. “I spent ten years loving him. That’s not something you forget easily.”

She grinned. “That’s not a no.”

“Shut up.”

“Do you like Harry?”

I sighed, looking at the end of the hallway where he’d just disappeared. I couldn’t give the answer I wanted, so I gave the answer I should.

“...it doesn’t matter. You heard him, I’ll– Well, I’ll be Queen”, I said, trying to scratch my hands through the gloves, the word felt foreign and scary in my throat, “…he doesn’t want that.”

“Then forget about him. Chris is better looking anyway. Even if Harry is taller…”

I rolled my eyes, grinning. In her phone, something started playing. I had accidentally hit play on a video. It showed the people at the palace gates, singing a song. 

“I wish there was something we could do. To let them know we appreciate them.”

The song wasn’t fully understandable because of the video quality, but people’s faces were. Men and women, old and young, children, they were… so clearly sad. It had felt disingenuous before, because surely they didn’t know my brother like we did, but now… my heart just hurt knowing, even if in different ways, maybe in different levels, we were all suffering together.

From my side, I heard more than saw Lourdes trying to stifle a sob, and when I looked at her, she was crying again.

“Hey,” I soothed, scooching over to her, “it’s okay…”

I regretted the words almost immediately. Of course it wasn’t okay, whatever it was. Nothing was okay.

She tried to look away, but it was obvious she was crying. Her face hadn’t really been its normal color all week, it was just in a constant state of red.

“Lourdes?” I tried, fearing reaching over to caress her back. I’d been slightly afraid to touch her all week, scared she might explode at me again.

“I didn’t–”, she tried, stuttering, “I didn’t write it.”

“What?”

She closed her eyes forcefully, “I couldn’t write the letter…”

I reached over with one hand, soothing her back, “The letter for Louis? For the funeral?”

She nodded, hiccuping. “I tr–tried, but I just… I kept crying, and… and it always came out so angry! Not– not at him!” She looked at me, despair on her eyes, “At… everything, and everyone, and I just… I didn’t want– I didn’t think–”

She started sobbing again, and I threw caution to the wind, and my purse and her phone to the side, and pulled her closer in a hug. She let herself lay on my chest as I pulled her hair back, caressing it slowly.

“I didn’t want it– to be about that, it shouldn’t, he– he wasn’t angry, never, but I–”

“Lourdes, it’s okay,” I tried to tell her confidently, but my voice was just as shaky as hers, “I promise, it’s okay.”

“It’s not, it’s not–now I have nothing to read…”

“It’s okay, hey, that doesn’t matter!”

“Yes, it does,” she sat up, “they’ll call my name and I have nothing, I was– I was going to try and improvise, but that’s– that’s so disrespectful, I– I couldn’t even prepare somet–”

“Hey!” I held her face in my hands, so she’d look at me, “Hey, Louis is all that matters, okay? Louis! And you know him, he’d never care about what you do in public! He cares about you, and he knows, whatever it is you want to say to him, he’ll know!”

I caught her falling tears with my gloved hands, trying to give her a steady smile.

“Whether you do it in public, or at the burial, or alone in your room later, he’ll know, and that’s the only thing that matters.”

She nodded, hiccuping again, calmer this time.

“But my name is already in the program.”

“Don’t worry about the program. It only says you’ll do a reading, not what you’ll be reading. I’ll get you a poem. Can you read a poem?”

She took her time drying her tears, and taking a deep breath, before looking at me again.

“I think so.”

“Well, there you go, dollface.” I fixed her hair behind her ear. She smiled a little at the old nickname, and the sight made my heart feel a little less broken. “There’s nothing we can’t fix, okay?”

She stared at her hands in her lap, “Even mom?”

I sighed, caressing her back again. I looked back, through the window at the blue skies beyond the palace, feeling my heart break again. I pulled her in for another hug, and she let me.

We both knew that wasn’t a promise I could make.

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Outfit

[A/N: Did you notice the moment when lourdes referred to chris as her boyfriend in front of H and MM didn’t correct her and H heard it? Yeah. He definitely thinks they’re back together. SORRY. THANK YOU FOR READING THOUGH IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!!! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS?????]

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TUA OC Dynamics List

As I mentioned in this post, I’ve found that since most of my TUA ocs don’t even have romantic ships, I never really share what the main dynamics are for any of them so I decided to compile a list!  This isn’t going to include every TUA oc haha, just the ones I’m most vibing with rn

1. Alice Hargreeves — Vanya (best friends until Alice left, but she never forgave Vanya for the things she wrote in her book), Allison (also a best friend!), and sometimes Diego (close sibling relationship but they argue a lot; the only ones who really kept in touch at all after the academy fell apart)

2. Andrea Hargreeves — Ben (they were best friends until he died)

3. Andromeda Hargreeves — Ben (ironically Ben was her best friend until he died and she got promoted), Five (former best friend), Diego (not even very close they just like to talk shit about everything together in s1), Klaus (drinking buddy)

4. Arya Bassi — Diego (romantic); Klaus (fashion friend & drinking buddy); Allison (sister-like relationship)

5. April King — Diego (boyfriend/partner in crime)

6. Athena Patch — Eudora Patch (big sister); Diego (brother-figure)

7. Audrey Hargreeves — Diego (platonic soulmate but also complicated vibes because they were used to torture each other)

8. Beatrice Lovecraft-Hargreeves — Ben (boyfriend), Klaus (second favourite brother who brought her back to life and now she can see his ghosts, husband technically), Five (not close as kids but now he’s the only one who doesn’t treat her differently for having died)

9. Braeden Hargreeves — Allison (favourite sibling, now sometimes co-worker and also best friend)

10. Cam Hargreeves — Five (partner at the commission, partner in crime), Diego & Luther (favourite brothers and best friends)

11. Cassie Hargreeves — Luther (twin brother)

12. Catarina Moreno-Hargreeves — Diego (husband)

13. Dahlia Mort — Five (older brother figure, partner), Diego (boyfriend and best friend and roommate), Lila (sister/rival/sometimes enemy)

14. Emery Raves — Five (literally the only other person alive for decades, partners & close friends/confidants)

15. Helena Hargreeves — Klaus (abusive ex who never meant to hurt her), Diego (favourite brother/confidant), Luther (protective big brother), Five (former best friend)

16. Joey Hargreeves — Five (best friend and sort-of boyfriend, literally the only other person alive for decades)

17. June McLaughlin — Klaus (best friend/boyfriend)

18. Kamaria Hargreeves — Luther (romantic, was rumoured into forgetting that she existed when they were four and doesn’t see her again til they’re 25)

19. Keira Cassidy — Klaus (best friend, maybe boyfriend?)

20. Kylie Hargreeves — Luther (favourite brother, only one she didn’t lose touch with)

21. Ophelia Dane — Ben (ex-boyfriend)

22. Poppy — Luther (romantic), Grace (sort of mother)

23. Quinn Hargreeves — Five (twin brother/soulmate), Luther (protective big brother/almost dad), Diego (protective big brother), Klaus & Ben & Allison & Vanya (beloved siblings) — literally this story is just about how Quinn saves the world through sheer force of loving her family too much to accept them dying

24. Rebekah Hargreeves — Luther (dad), Ben (favourite uncle)

25. Sofia Martinez — Diego (best friend/roommate and eventual boyfriend)

26. Sunny Talbot — Klaus (best friend & boyfriend)

27. Taylor Bell — Diego (maybe boyfriend)

28. Tiffany Katz — Dave Katz (twin brother), Klaus (best friend), Diego (boyfriend)

29. Virginia West — Five (best friend/sort of mentor, brother figure)

30. Mira Hargreeves — Five (dad), Dolores (mom)

31. Sierra Nearing — everyone’s emotional support waitress, really close with all of the siblings (a bit less with Allison and Five bc they weren’t around as adults), ship tbd

32. Max Carmichael — Diego (eventual boyfriend, long time lowkey supervillain rival with flirting), AJ Carmichael [REDACTED]

33. Mireille Labonair — Luther (eventual ship, best/only friend)

34. Cleo Sullivan — Luther (eventual ship), Eudora (best friend), Diego (close friend, vigilante partner)

35. Odessa Hargreeves — Five Hargreeves (sort-of-younger brother, best friend, platonic soulmate, the only other person in the world for years)

And, because it’s easier to just list them like this, the unlucky kids!

Unlucky Kids: Autumn & Brianna; Autumn & Cherie; Autumn & Jaden; Brianna & Gail; Cherie & Destiny; Cherie & Jaden; Cherie & Emma; Destiny & Gail; Emma & Kacey; Fae & Leslie; Hadley & Leslie; Hadley & Isabel; Isabel & Jaden

Unlucky Kids w/ the Miracles: everyone with their trainers; Leslie & Five; Cherie & Allison; Destiny & Vanya

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Ao completar 54 anos, Balneário Camboriú se consolida cada vez mais como uma cidade turística e cosmopolita em Santa Catarina e no Brasil. A vinda tanto de turistas como de novos moradores de diferentes costumes e influencias ao longo das ultimas décadas acabou reunindo e concentrando também uma nova cultura de integração e de inovação empreendedora que destaca o município mundo afora. Em pouco mais de 50 anos o município que até 1964 era a Praia de Camboriú, apesar da pouca extensão territorial, lançou-se para o mundo com um grande potencial turístico e de modernidade seja como destino de lazer para famílias, sonho de consumo para investidores, refúgio em busca de tranquilidade, qualidade de vida ou agitação. [caption id="attachment_4617" align="aligncenter" width="624"] Arquivo Histórico Municipal – BC[/caption] De praia quase deserta na década de 50 para hoje com uma população fixa de mais de 135 mil habitantes e que pode chegar perto de um milhão na alta temporada, Balneário Camboriú hospeda personalidades ilustres e famosas na área esportiva e artística, principalmente. A vocação neste sentido, já tinha suas origens, porém, naquela época. Em 1957, Adolfo Fischer lançou o primeiro hotel considerado de luxo, o Hotel Fischer. Foi o primeiro de Balneário Camboriú a ter banheiro em todos os quartos, e essa infraestrutura era única em todo o litoral catarinense. [caption id="attachment_4618" align="aligncenter" width="660"] Arquivo Histórico Municipal – BC[/caption] Ao longo de sua história, recebeu hóspedes de renome e importância internacional, como o ex-presidente da República João Goulart (1919-1976), que costumava frequentar o hotel até construir sua casa de veraneio onde hoje está o restaurante Lago da Sereia (Avenida Atlântica, esquina com a Rua 4600). Klaus Fischer, filho de Adolfo Fischer, falecido em novembro do ano passado, em entrevista ao Arquivo Histórico, em 2006, relatava como o presidente Jango vinha veranear: “Ah! Ele chegava com um aviãozinho CESNA, fazia umas três ou quatro voltas por cima do hotel e já sabia que era ele. Aí ele descia na Vila Real, que aqui não tinha nada, só estavam abrindo loteamento e descia na rua. "Nós ia de Kombi lá, buscava ele, o avião foi embora e ele descansava uma semana aqui depois…”. Os antigos moradores da cidade contam que o presidente era uma pessoa muito acessível, e que a esposa e os filhos ficavam meses na cidade, enquanto ele, por suas funções, viajava constantemente, mas sempre passava os finais de semana com a família na praia, segundo relatos do documento e livro “Do Arraial do Bonsucesso a Balneário Camboriú: mais de 50 anos de história”, da historiadora Mariana Schlickmann. [caption id="attachment_4619" align="aligncenter" width="640"] Escultura do artista plástico Jorge Schoroeder homenageia presidente João Goulart que costumava brincar com os filhos nas areias da Barra Sul. ( Rafaela Martins ) .[/caption] Em meio a tantos registros, talvez o de maior importância histórica seja o recado que foi deixado pelo ex-presidente Jango no hotel, em 1958, e que serve como um prenúncio dos grandes investimentos em hotelaria e construção civil que hoje são a grande vitrine de Balneário Camboriú junto com a modernidade do turismo e sua conciliação com as belezas naturais impagáveis:  “Parabéns aos que tiveram a feliz iniciativa de construir o Hotel Fischer. Modelar na sua organização e no conforto que proporciona a todos aqueles que tem a ventura de aqui hospedar-se. Bastaria um “punhado�� de “Hotel Fischer” espalhado pelas encantadoras praias brasileiras para que o turismo no nosso país se tornasse realidade”. Jornalista Carlos Mello – Edição Especial para o SC Hoje

[ibelonginthepast]

Heyyy!

💕 Your two top fave fictional characters (I have some guesses though it is XD)

🌡 Fave season

🏫 Are you in school, what grade

🏢 Your job (You don’t have to be specific) or dream job if you don’t work

🎂 How old are you

📖 Fave book

📝 Fave quote

🌐 Languages you can speak and/or are learning. Which are you fluent in

🎙 Can you sing

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

👾 Do you believe in aliens

👻 Do you believe in ghosts

⛪ What is your religion

(only answer those you feel comfortable with sharing :))

Love you,

🖤

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR ASKING JANE, I AM SO SORRY AM REPLYING SO LATE BUT I REMEMBER, I WASNT FEELING WELL AND U SENT ME THIS AND I DID THEM MENTALLY AND IT IMPROVED MY MOOD SP MUCB THANK YOUUUU I MISS TALKING WITH U BRO

💕 ur guesses about this one will be obvioly right,, magnus bane haha no surprise. I think second would be Katniss everdeen? Or diana? Charlotte? Catarina? Lily? Klaus? Emilia from othello? Idk so manyyyyy

🌡monsoon? It was a season in india? It's basically rainy and we dance in the rain on teh terrace hoho,, wait I'll cry oof- but yeah I miss monsoon. Loved it. No monsoon here.

🏫yes am in school

🏢I am hopeless baby

🎂 idk I have this sudden urge of keeping my age to myself, is that okay? I dodged the class question too. Idk why, j generally share it. J have numerous times and couldn't probably find it by scrolling down a bit, but idk rn j feel like not telling people so I'll shush.

📖 okay very hard, but I'll say more happy than not by adam silvera rn cause the wounds are still fresh

📝oh bro idk this be hard. I cant think of any rn. I probably wont be able to decide on one so let's just let it be.

🌐 I am fluent in Hindi and English(I think? I hope). I also learned Japanese for some time, bt now all I remember is the script of hiragana and katagana and I can just read, without understanding the meaning lol. I also tried (emphasis on tried) learning punjabi and urdu too. I am learning french rn, its compulsory here so.... guess it would help me seduce so cant complain.

🎙I cant sing. No one deserves to listen to me sing.

🎁 oh bro I cant think of any good gifts I recieved lol

👾 yes I do. They obviously exist wtf, this shouldn't be even up for discussion. And yes I also think that theres some intelligent life out there too, probably way smarter than us. We are probably under their monitoring and they are making good fools of us all.

👻 maybe. I am not sure, but I'll incline towards saying no I think? But u never know.

⛪ I think am supposed to be a hindu. But I haven't yet decided my religious stuff, or whether I want one either or no. So..

OH MY GOD THESE WERE SO FUN TO ANSWER JANE THANK YOU SO MUCH ALABU REALLY THANKU FOR THIS ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ I hope u r talong care talk to me of u need, I'll be here to listen 💕

[isolaradiale]

Lost in Space 13

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Broken URLs:

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ACE ATTORNEY

Franziska von Karma (HOUSE 103)

ANGRY BIRDS

Red (APARTMENT 310)

BIOSHOCK

Jack (TOWNHOUSE 230)

BLOODBORNE

Micolash (HOUSE 106)

BORDERLANDS

Handsome Jack AI (APARTMENT 333)

BROTHER'S CONFLICT

Louis Asahina (HOUSE 147)

DARK SOULS

Siegmeyer of Catarina (HOUSE 133)

DRAGON AGE

Merrill Sabrae (APARTMENT 329)

FATE

Berserker (Tamamo Cat) (APARTMENT 312)

Archer (Robin Hood) (HOUSE 124)

Lancer (Hector) (TOWNHOUSE 209)

Avenger (Kingu) (APARTMENT 324)

FINAL FANTASY

Haurchefant Greystone (HOUSE 103)

Warrior of Light (Dancer - Tora Yatsurugi) (HOUSE 121)

Fordola Rem Lupis (CONDO 415)

Garnet Til Alexandros (TOWNHOUSE 224)

Rydia (TOWNHOUSE 211)

FIRE EMBLEM

Shigure (APARTMENT 322)

Kagero (Takumi's House (Cotes))

FRUITS BASKET

Hatori Sohma (TOWNHOUSE 207)

FUTURE CARD BUDDYFIGHT

Red Riding Hood Emma (APARTMENT 307)

GANGSTA

Alex Benedetto (TOWNHOUSE 220)

GRANBLUE FANTASY

Vane (APARTMENT 309)

Ilsa (TOWNHOUSE 224)

GRIEFER BELT

Scott (TOWNHOUSE 262)

HAIKYUU!!

Oikawa Toru (HOUSE 142)

HOOKY

Daniela Wytte (APARTMENT 304)

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

Jotaro Kujo (HOUSE 102)

KARA NO KYOUKAI

Ryougi Shiki (APARTMENT 306)

KINGDOM HEARTS

Larxene (TOWNHOUSE 228)

Roxas (CONDO 442)

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

Ekko (HOUSE 106)

LEGEND OF ZELDA

Vio Link (CONDO 407)

MAGIC KNIGHT RAYEARTH

Hikaru Shidou (APARTMENT 313)

MAGNUS CHASE AND THE GODS OF ASGARD

Magnus Chase (HOUSE 108)

MARVEL

Cletus Kasady / Carnage (CONDO 401)

Johnny Storm (The Human Torch) (HOUSE 105)

Eddie Brock / Venom (Earth-616) (CONDO 434)

Flash Thompson (Agent Anti-Venom) (CONDO 423)

NIGHT IN THE WOODS

Gregg Lee (TOWNHOUSE 236)

Steve Scriggins (HOUSE 104)

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Kaori (TOWNHOUSE 217)

Klaus Avenue (CONDO 438)

Locke (War) (HOUSE 140)

OSOMATSU-SAN

Choromatsu Matsuno (TOWNHOUSE 204)

Osomatsu Matsuno (TOWNHOUSE 236)

PANDORA HEARTS

Leo Baskerville (CONDO 433)

PATHOLOGIC

Artemy Burakh (CONDO 412)

RWBY

Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck (TOWNHOUSE 219)

Neopolitan (CONDO 439)

SAINT SEIYA

Pisces Aphrodite (HOUSE 125)

SENNEN MEIKYUU NO NANA OUJI

Ewan Juno (HOUSE 115)

SERVAMP

Mahiru Shirota (TOWNHOUSE 259)

SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER

Adora (She-Ra) (CONDO 423)

STAR WARS

General Grievous (HOUSE 126)

TALES OF

Emil Castagnier / Ratatosk (APARTMENT 319)

TENJHO TENGE

Maya Natsume (HOUSE 155)

TOUHOU

Youmu Konpaku (APARTMENT 332)

TSUBASA RESERVOIR CHRONICLE

Sakura (Princess Tsubasa) (HOUSE 116)

VA-11 HALL-A

Dana Zane (APARTMENT 309)

THE WALKING DEAD

Daryl Dixon (TOWNHOUSE 201)

THE WORLD ENDS WITH YOU

Neku Sakuraba (TOWNHOUSE 240)

YORU NO NAI KUNI

Arnath (APARTMENT 313)