#Sleep wites

[ericamnickels]

[p-rainybee]

-•*WRITING PROMT from a tired mind

There were times when my thoughts were not only about male validation or school. Times when I enjoyed reading adventure books and cook cherry pies. I loved going to my my neighbour's house and play with her dog. Miss D. was a lady in her 50s with no children, no husband and beautiful, long grey hair. Mom was always bad mouthing her saying that it's a bad sign if no man decided to tight himself to her it. I loved miss D. though. She always offered to help me with my school work and let me pick cherries from her garden for my baking sessions.

Unlike mom I thought that she was the coolest person ever. Walking alone in the morning with her dog, smoking cigarettes and knitting her own cardigans. I loved miss D. Truly. Like I child would love her older sister. Until one december night when the postman found her body next to the cherry tree in her garden. They said she died in her sleep which now if I think about it, was not that bad. At least she wasn't in pain.

No one saw her dog after her death. Two weeks after her funeral one of her relatives came to take a look at her house before putting it to sale. After three month miss D's house was repainted and sold and I was packing my bags to move to the city.

My childhood and memories of mild days were left there. Probably the last moments of peace were buried with miss D. My next years became gray just like her hair I always wanted to braid.

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[once-upon-an-imagine]

Jaded - Charlie Weasley

A/N: so, I know that the last thing I should be doing right now is start another series… and yet… here we are xD also, I’m sorry, I know She Is Love won, but I think we have established by now that my mind kind of does whatever it wants and I have no control whatsoever xD it’s all chaos here… anyways, I hope you like it :) 

Request -  Anonymous asked: Hello, I hope you’re doing okay my lovely. I was wondering if you could possibly wite maybe a enemies/rivals to lovers with Charlie Weasley and the reader? (Lots of sarcastic banta back and forth maybe they both work on the dragon reserve and are entrusted with transporting a very dangerous dragon to a new reserve, but something happens on the journey and just them to are trapped (either with the dragon or not) and then an argument that leads to some form of confession? This is so long I’m so bloody sorry, and I hope your writers block subsides [full request here]

Warnings: Charlie’s a bit of an asshole [but not really] for now, I think that’s it but please let me know if I’m missing something, also reader is from the Nott family

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D     

Your name: submit What is this?

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Jaded

Hey…j-j-jaded… you got your mama’s style, But you’re yesterday’s child to me. So jaded, you think that’s where it’s at, But is that where it’s supposed to be?You’re gettin’ it all over me… X-rated

Charlie fucking Weasley.

That stupid name had haunted you for more than ten years now. There were very few people you hated in your life but his name was definitely on that list.

After enduring seven years of him at Hogwarts, you thought you’d finally be free when he was being drafted to play Quidditch professionally and you would move to Romania to fulfill your dreams of studying dragons. But no, for some stupid twist of fate, he decided not to become a Quidditch player and all of the sudden there was another opening at the exact Romanian Dragon Sanctuary that you had applied to so, again, here he was. And it seemed that no matter what you did, you were never able to escape Charlie fucking—

“WEASLEY!” you yelled when you finally spotted him, not far from your hut.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite princess” you heard his voice as you approached him. “How can I help you, love?” he asked, brushing his hair away from his face, showing off his stupid tattoos on his stupid strong arms.

“I have asked you many times, to stop calling me that!” you glared at him. “I need to speak with you” you said, before you went back into your hut and he only raised his eyebrow before following you.

“Is this how you treat your guests, love?” he said, walking in and leaning on your desk as he started going through your stuff.

“I didn’t invite you” you smirked.

“You just did” he glared a little at you.

“Don’t be confused, Weasley, this is strictly business” you glared at him.

“Of course it is” he chuckled. “Are you working on the Sleeping Draught for the dragons? Weren’t we supposed to work on this together?”

“Yes, that is correct, Weasley. Excuse me for not wanting to wait 45 minutes to see you flirting with the group of girls casually visiting the reserve today” you told him.

“Oh, so you did notice that” he smiled. “Sorry, love, you must remember how it is” he said, brushing a hand through his curls and flashing his smile at you as you rolled your eyes. “I mean, I had a complete section cheering for me back at school” he shrugged.

“Oh, yes. How could I forget?” you asked, sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be so mean about it” he pouted. “Why are you making so much of it?” he asked, grabbing one of the phials.

“Why did I just find out that you are coming with me to Hogwarts, Weasley?”

“I asked first, Nott” he smirked, winking at you.

“Could you please not mess up my things?” you said glaring at him, knowing he did it just to anger you. “I am making more because we are bringing four dragons, not three” you explained.

“What? That doesn’t make sense, why? Isn’t it just three champions?”

“Well, obviously something happened, and now there’s four” you explained. “Now tell me why Steven just informed me that you are coming. Evan was supposed to bring them with me” you insisted.

“Tah-dah!” he smiled. “Surprise, darling! Looks like something came up and you got an upgrade so I’m coming with you instead” he smiled.

“Feels like a downgrade” you muttered.

“Hey!” he said, placing his hand on his chest and looking at you pretending to be hurt. “How can you say that? This is going to be so much fun. You, me, back at Hogwarts, like the good old days” he smiled flirtily at you. “Remember?”

“I’m not sure what days you’re remembering, Weasley” you said pushing him away. “But good is not what I would use to describe them” you told him.

“Of course not” he rolled his eyes, grabbing another bottle on your desk and throwing it in the air before grabbing it again.

“Give me that!” you said, grabbing it from him.

“Okay, so, since we’re getting four-” he said, as he grabbed one of your notepads.

“Stop saying we. You’re not coming with me” you glared at him.

“Oh, I beg to differ, love, see here?” he said, pointing at the paper you had earlier. “That’s my name, right next to yours” he smiled. “It’s official” he added. “So, let’s see what you’re bringing” he said, looking through your notes. “Chinese Fireball, Swedish Short-Snout, Common Welsh Green” he muttered. “Oh, I know, we should take the Hungarian Horntail we got last week” he smiled.

“What? Absolutely not!”

“Why not? That would be perfect” he said, grabbing a quill and adding it to the list.

“Weasley, that is one of the most dangerous dragon breeds and you want to take her to a school full of young students, do you have any idea how irresponsible that is?”

“Relax, it’s for the first task, I doubt it’ll be anything dangerous. Plus that’s why we’re going.

“No! We should take an Antipodean Opaleye” you said, trying to grab the notepad from him but he placed it out of your reach.

“Oh, come on, love. Live a little, I would have killed to see a Hungarian Horntail at that age” he smirked. “Nothing bad is gonna happen. We won’t let it” he insisted.

“You haven’t even spent time with her, Weasley, I have. I am telling you this isn’t a good idea!”

“What isn’t a good idea?” you both stopped when your boss, Steven stepped inside your hut.

“Well, we were just talking about how the fourth dragon should be the Hungarian Horntail” Charlie quickly said. “It was actually (Y/N)’s idea” he smiled.

“No, it wasn’t! I was saying that we should take the Antipodean Opaleye!”

“Come on, love, we are already taking a Common Welsh Green, we should bring something more exciting” Charlie insisted as he passed the notepad to Steven.

“I just don’t think that this-”

“I’m with Weasley” Steven said, before you could even finish. Of course, he was. Not because Steven was a jerk. He was actually a good boss. But this was the story of your life. Charlie would get away with anything he wanted. “I think the Hungarian Horntail would be an interesting choice. Plus, you’re going and if anyone can handle her, it’s you, (Y/N)” he smiled. “I’ll go make the arrangements while you finish the potion” he said, leaving your hut before you could argue.

“See? Lovely idea” Charlie smirked.

“Why did you do that? I’m telling you is not a good idea to bring her. She’s still settling in the idea of being around people-”

“You worry to much, love” he said, grabbing your phial and throwing it in the air again, but this time, he accidentally dropped it. “Uh-oh” he said, before smiling innocently at you as you took a deep breath. “That wasn’t… part of the Sleeping Draught potion, was it?”

“You mean the potion we’re giving to the, now four, dragons we have to transport that you were supposed to be helping me with 45 minutes ago?” you asked, upset.

“Uh-”

“Yes, Weasley, that was part of the potion” you told him.

*-*Flashback*-*

“Well, look who finally decided to show up” you said, annoyed, as Charlie entered the class and ran over to your desk. You couldn’t believe you were stuck with him as your Potions partner for the entire year.

“Sorry, princess. Practice ran late” he smiled, sitting next to you.

“Don’t call me princess. And I don’t understand how being in the Quidditch team gives you immunity so you can show up whenever you want to and work on half a potion” you said, as you added the next ingredient.

“Come on, love. Don’t hate on the team” he said smirking at you. “Everyone loves the team!”

“Oh, yeah, I have such a deep admiration for guys who fly around in sticks with other guys” you said with a sly smirk.

“I know you’re joking, but when you use that sexy voice, you know it turns me on a little” he mocked you.

“Ugh, I can’t stand you!”

“Then sit down” he smirked. 

“Shut up! And help me with this thing, or I’m taking your name off the Potion” you said, as he saw the potion you were making on your book.

“Ugh, give it, you’re doing it wrong!”

“Excuse me? I have brewed the Volubilis Potion many times before, Weasley. And I am already halfway through, without your help. I am not doing it wrong!” you snapped frustrated.

“Yes, you are!” Charlie said grabbing the jar of Syrup of Hellebore from your hand but you didn’t let it go.

“No! Give it!” you said pulling it towards you.

“Ugh! You stuck-up, know-it-all drag!”

“Take that back you pompous Quidditch nut!” you argued, neither of you noticing Professor Snape coming towards your table.

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Nott-”

“Give it, Nott!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Fine!”

Charlie hadn’t been prepared for you to let it go and he ended up dropping the whole thing on the cauldron making it explode all over Professor Snape’s face. When you heard the small explosion, the entire class went dead silent and the two of you slowly turned to see your teacher’s face covered in soot.

“You two. Detention. Tonight. My office” Professor Snape said; as you both resisted with everything you had to not laugh at the change of his voice. “50 points off Gryffindor and 30 off Slytherin” he said before walking to his desk again.

“That’s not fair!” Charlie argued.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneaking in in the middle of my class, Mr. Weasley” he added.

“Ugh! Thanks a lot” Charlie snapped at you.

“Me? You’re blaming me? You’re the one who dropped it!”

“Only because you wouldn’t let it go!”

“Enough!” you heard Professor Snape from the front of the class. “Both of you out of my classroom!” he said standing up.

“But I wasn’t-”

“NOW!”

“See what you did?” Charlie said once you were outside.

“Me? I had never been kicked out of a class or had detention for that matter! This is all your fault!”

“No, it’s not! You were making it wrong!” he insisted.

“UGH! Just because you’re the Captain of your bloody team, you think you’re the boss of everything! And everyone!” you snapped frustrated.

“It’s not my fault you can’t stand to be wrong!”

“You are so… so-”

“Charming?” he said smirking and raising his eyebrow at you.

“Vexing!” you snapped, as you walked down the hall but he followed you.

“Really? Well, you’re no ray of sunshine either!” he glared at you. “‘Oh, look at me, I’m (Y/N) Nott. I’m a patronizing know-it-all princess who thinks is better than anybody else!’” he said mocking your voice.

“Ugh! I don’t talk like that! You’re infuriating!”

“You know what? I hope you fail all your NEWT’s!”

“Yeah? I hope you go bald!”

“I hope you end up an old spinster!”

“I hope they cancel Quidditch!”

“Take that back!” Charlie snapped.

“Make me!” you said smirking at him.

“You know what? I hope that once we graduate here, I won’t ever have to see your conceded face again!” he said, before turning around and leaving for the Gryffindor tower.

“My thoughts exactly, Weasley” you muttered to yourself before walking to the Library.

*-*End of Flashback*-*

“We can fix it, love. Don’t worry” he said, cleaning up the mess. “See? Just like old times” he smiled. “This is gonna be fun, princess!”

“Don’t call me that” you glared at him, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to contain yourself. 

Yes, you had one very big problem. His name is Charlie fucking Weasley. And you have no fucking idea how you’re supposed to survive the next few weeks with him. 

To Be Continued

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A/N: so… part 2?

[fl3shm4id3n]

ₛₑcᵣₑₜ ₚᵣᵢₙcₑₛₛ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ! ᴛᴀᴠ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader is described to have white hair and lilac eyes, medieval misogany and themes, biting scene, slight angst but fluff towards the end.

A/N: I miss writing about my Targaryen! reader, I almost didn't have anything to wite for this, but I tried, hope ya'll like it. I might make a part two to this. Any feedback in appreciated.

Masterlist

You had run away from King's Landing, you hated the Royalty life and you knew that if you remained there, things would get worse. So you left, as much as you wanted to take Bloodfyre, you didn't. You didn't want for something to happen to him, so you left him behind. You had gone wherever the boat you boarded has taken you. That happened a year ago, but now things seemed to be fine, for now.

Except, you had a tadpole in your head, that was making you have dark urges and you had to find the Emperor and stop these Tadpoles from doing anymore harm. You manage to find yourself a group of people, who joined you on your quest to find this Mindflayer, soon after came Astarion. Your first impression was a bit off, he literally had a knife to your throat and threatened to kill you but he didn't. That was a strange encounter, now he too was a part of the party.

He was a very interesting person. He is very charming and charismatic as well as cheeky. He just knew his way around words. Astarion had began to show an interest in you. It felt a bit weird, but you didn't think much of it. Back home everyone wanted to be with a Targaryen, due to you having different features than most and because you can tame dragons. Back home, a lot of suiters wanted to marry you, one because you were a princess and two because you'd give them heirs with Targaryen features, that's another reason why you hated being royalty. It was no secret that despite being a princess and all, you'd be seen as an object of power and you'd have no say to anything. You job was to stay quiet, obey your husband and squeeze out heirs, well, that was no longer in your mind.

But Astarion was a whole new different story, he actually showed some genuine interest in you. He didn't try to kiss your ass to gain your trust, he was actually trying on getting to know you. That was something new. It felt a bit flattering, knowing that someone was genuinely into you despite who you were and what your name was. But he would make comments, asking why you'd have a three headed dragon on your cape and why you had gold, plus ruby earrings with a matching necklace, which were a target of getting them stolen, which you'd brush off and ignore the question.

That night you were squirming in your sleep, all you could see if fire and hearing the roars of your dragon. As if he was trying to call out to you. Then you opened your eyes, to see Astarion about to bite you. He opened his eyes and backed up. "Shit." He said, you quickly got up and faced him. "No no, It's not what it looks like, I swear." He said, almost frightened. "I... I wasn't going to hurt you." He said, breathing heavily. "I Just needed... well, blood." He finally spit it out, still nervously.

As you looked closely, you saw how his pupils were wide, in need and his fangs on display. Then you grabbed a stick near by. "What are you.." he stopped as he watched you snap it and half and pointed the now broken part of the stick at him. "Oh no! There's no need for that!" He scolded you as he smacked the stick out of your hand. "How long has it been since you killed someone? Days? Hours?" you accused him, a bit upset by him trying to bite you earlier. "I've never killed anyone!" he said, getting defensive. "Well.. not for food." He admitted. "I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds. Whatever I could get, it's not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so... weak." He explained, seeming guilty in a way.

"If I just had a little blood. I could think cleanlier. Fight better. Please?" He asked. You then took this the wrong way. "Oh... so you want me for my Valyrian blood is it?" you asked him, getting a bit offended by this. "What?" he asked confused. "So that was your plan? Make me trust you and fall at your feet so that you can have a taste of my blood!? Is that it!?" You asked him, getting mad. "What on earth are you talking about?" He asked, now even more confused by your sudden accusations. "Don't play dumb! You only want to drink my Valyrian blood! You want to get a taste of a Targaryen don't you!? Is that it!?" You asked, not getting agressive.

"Targaryen? What on earth is a Targaryen!?" He asked, then you felt like your face fell. "You don't know who I am? I'm a Targaryen princess, or at least was." You explained. "Whoa, darling I didn't know who they are and what you are talking about." He explained, now you felt a bit embarrassed. He had no idea who you were and you had basically blurted out your secret to him. "I did catch that you were a princess?" He asked, with a cheeky grin. You then sigh. "You know what, I'll let you drink you drink my blood and I'll explained everything to you afterwards, deal?" You asked him. All Astarion did was nod with a smile on his face.

After allowing Astarion to drink your blood. You were sitting on your bedroll which was next to his. "So, please explained to me, why you nearly went hysterical on me dear." He asked. "And I apologies for that." You added, then you sighed, rubbing your hand onto the area where he bit you. "Well, due to the History of Targaryen's having different features and taming dragons, many noble houses want to marry a Targaryen. One for power and two, because we have the ability to tame dragons." You explained to him. "Oh? That explained, and here I thought you were a being from the moon, due to your white hair and lilac eyes." He said with a chuckle. Also making you chuckle.

"But tell me, why did you leave your life of royalty behind? Was being a princess not all as it seemed?" He asked. "Depends on who you asked. I was basically born to be an object, my whole role is to be quiet, obey my husband and squeeze out as many heirs, boys." You added. "It was tiring you know, not being able to make my own choices, I was always told to follow my role and due everything that would please the people. Who probably don't even care about me or anyone in the palace." You told him. All Astarion could do was just listen to you. Hearing your story on why you left behind your life of royalty.

"Not only that, but my mother and grandsir are as bad as anyone that I know. My grandfather basically told my mother to seduce my father right after his wife and son had died instead of letting him properly grief, but law is law. They're not good people, my grandsire wants power, and he'd mostly use his grandchildren to get what he wants." You told him. "Wait, you have other siblings?" He asked. I nodded. "Three brother, a sister and a half sister." You told him, he only hummed in response. "Yeah, a bunch of weirdos if you ask me." You added. It was quiet for a moment, then Astarion spoke. "Well, as strange as it may sound, if that didn't happen, you would've never excited, and I am happy you're here!" he admitted.

You looked at him with shock in your eyes. You never expected him to say something like that. "Oh.. well..." You didn't know how to respond to that. Astarion chuckled, seen the flattered look on your face. "Although, you may not be a princess anymore, you're the princess I'd gladly bow down to." He said, almost cheeky, making you even more flattered.

[clockworkprism]

I think everyone is sleeping on the Tom Bombadil chapter. Like yeah he's fun and silly and a wife guy, but dude also carries some serious trauma and they just slip in super deep backstory randomly throughout. Like, clearly he was friends with the people who lived in the barrow downs, and saw them continue to fight each other while trying to get everyone to just sing and get along. But they killed each other until his once full domain is now inhabited by wites that haunt their deserted ruined castles. He could clear out the ghosts and make it safe, but these are the ghosts of his old friends and the last connection to that past. He finds a brooch once warn by a dear friend he saw grow from a baby to a fearless woman only to be cut down too soon, or maybe she grew to be a wise crone. And he sees this brooch for the first time in hundreds of years and decides it deserves to be out of the shadows. He probably also knew he jeweler who made it. He's the master, but he's the master of ghouls and malevolent trees because he had to watch the evil of the world rob his paradise of what made it good. We get a quick glimpse through the sad eyes of an immortal.

So yeah, odd character but wow what a dense chapter of rapid fire lore if you look for it. And he's also awesome in my opinion

[study-with-aura]

Thursday, May 16, 2024

Tomorrow is my last day of the academic year! I will take/present my finals and be done with school until August! I will still be studying of course to prepare for next year as well as my level 9 history exam, but I cannot believe that tomorrow is the last day of my first year of high school!

On another note, not only have most of my pens run out of ink, but all of my wite-outs are out too! That's why you see scribbles on my geometry practice test in the photo. Yes, I DO make mistakes and quite often! This is why I always check my work before having it graded because my biggest mistake is miscalculations! I forget about the negative sign or I accidentally add when I should subtract. Sometimes, my brain goes blank on easy simplifying for expressions (mostly quadratics) or I'll mix up a formula. This is why I have no wite-out left!

Julien drove me to ballet and picked me up again! Because I have a packed schedule right now, I still don't get to spend the time with him that I like. BUT that will change next week when I am done with school during the day! I wonder what we will do! Right now, I must focus on studying for my finals, and that means getting a good night's sleep tonight. Therefore, I shall bid you adieu! ¡Hasta mañana! 晚安!

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Completed practice test for final exam (91%... ew but it's still an A)

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Unit 24 vocabulary + studied notes + emailed non-fiction writing assignment to Mom for grading (58/60)

Spanish 2 - Completed vocabulary test portion of my final (100%) + reviewed verb conjugations for all tenses + grammar notes

Bible I - Read Matthew 27

World History - Completed edits on final presentation + practiced presentation with my brother

Biology with Lab - Reviewed notes and study guides + finished lab report for germination lab

Foundations - Read more on wisdom + watched a TEDtalk on grit + read about the difference between western and eastern cultures education styles

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions

Khan Academy - Completed High School Geometry daily mastery challenge + completed High School Biology daily mastery challenge and course challenge (57%, but in my defense, it asked a lot of questions about things that I didn't study in my biology course or on KA, since I didn't complete every unit or lesson in the KA biology course, and those were the majority of the missed questions)

CLEP - None today

Streaming - Watched Empire Games Episode 6

Duolingo - Studied for approximately 45 minutes (Spanish [primarily], French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Reading - Read pages 245-274 of The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf and finished the book

Chores - Put away the dishes + took the trash out

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (2 Timothy 4)

Ballet

Pointe

Journal/Mindfulness

[jhlvogue]

if I could rewrite eloise’s story since hers is absolute trash:

ok end of s3, penelope & colin happy & married, penelope truth about being LW comes out to the family and they work through all that ending with the family still accepting penelope. eloise & penelope talk things out and realize they are still meant to be friends however, eloise continues to feel this gnawing sense of lonliness and ‘can i trust you’. she gets closure from theo with finding him moving on with someone new or he travels or like dies off (idk). eloise is heartbroken and returns home to the lonliness and cries herself to sleep

s4: benedict finds his story with sophie. polin is doing newlywed stuff. mama bridgerton is getting her groove back w/ the ton. ELOISE FEELS SUPER ALONE. because of this she journeys outside the realm of high society once again (& more discretly) to find others alike (the radicals). she stumbles upon the writings of a feminist progressive radical who is writing under a pseudonym & inspires eloise to pick up writing. tells mama bridgerton she needs time alone to find her self (aka find her writing voice) and wants to go to the countryside (cloee to where phillip crane is) mama bridgerton says yes and eloise packs up and leaves. the rest of the family doesnt pay much mind but penelope still feeling guilty about the whole theloise situation and feeling as if her & eloise are not 100% cool takes notice especially as eloise dodges her questions. eloise spends time in the country falling in love w/ it and its people and stumbles across sir phillip geeking out on plants. to eloise knowledge, they create an acquaintancship while she is in the countryside but sir phillip starts developing feelings for her despite being in a loveless marriage. phillip is shy and reserved because he doesnt know if eloise is judging him for his interests or is genuinely interested in what he has to say. during their time in the country, eloise grows to love the speration from high society, indulges in radical readings, and writes. this is where she starts the whole penpal thingy. she dreads coming home for christmas but makes her way back to town to celebrate christams and benedicts marriage to sophie.

s5: eloise comes back and has the whole ‘bridgerton glow up’ she starts wearing more earth tone dresses and has her hair more free and flowing to resemble her time in the country. while the family is happy for her return and notice the changes, they continue to ignore her due to their own duties. penelope tries to reconnect w/ eloise and hear what happened in the country side but eloise still reserved doesn’t go into details and colin keeps pulling penelope away. eloise once again feels alone and reminisces of her time away, especially with sir phillip. then word of marina gets around and eloise is like “oh no, phillip!” so she wites him a letter and they continue to go back and forth with him sending her dried flowers and her sending book recs or poems (idk). phillip comes down into town to talk with the fetheringtons about marina and sees eloise. he has this longing look on him as he continues to watch her while in society. unfortunately, penelope takes wind of his longing stares and starts to speculate, but doesn’t bring it up. eloise and phillip reunite in the garden at a ball away from everyone and fall back into natural conversations with each other. he asks her to come up to his house to see the land & she jokes about it being a proposal and he doesnt correct her. eloise finally putting 1+1=2, blushes and says she will think about it. she thinks about it for a day and hauls her ass up to crane & his estate w/o telling anyone.

then the rest of the events of her book can take place but this time phillip crane is a shy & reserved father who has a hard time expressing his feelings but at least TRYS with the kids & witg eloise (think king george in the beginning). he would be like a HOT geeky nerd who stutters and goes off on tangents (this can balance out eloise personality). ALSO eloise while coming to terms with her love for phillip crane, also comes to term with her place in society as a high society woman & needs to have her little woman jo speech about women and how we are more than bedwarmers and have dreams and aspirations (do this for me plsss)

they get married, live in the countryside, she continues to write. the end.

[baelatargaryen]

☕️ + season 8 of got 👀

absolute garbage lmao, i don't think i like anything about that season, and season 7 actually had some glaringly bad writing too that really should have told us the next would be at trainwreck. (on rewatch i actually noticed got was the best at s1—s4, and beyond that smthing changed and i can't quite put my finger on it)

hated the forced antagonism between every female character (sansa and dany, arya and sansa, arya and dany)

miguel sapochnik you are the bane of my existence, cause wtf was the lighting for the long knight

dany got treated like garbage for the entirety of the season, pretty much always with no reason and characters turned on her for literally nothing, just betrayed, lied to, ignored, etc.

the way brienne was treated (jaime sleeping with her and then leaving) felt like it was purposefully to humiliate her one last time.

writing sansa's sexual assault as being "broken in rough" and then assigning all her growth to it. (d&d you will never wite again)

the way rhaegal died????? ??? ????? ???? ?

missandei's death.

everything about euron greyjoy. perhaps the biggest waste of a character ever.

cersei doing nothing the entire season. lena headey......you deserved so much better.

the entirety of the ending, not in the least the council scene in which bronn, of all people, is master of coin. 😐

tbh, somewhere in my old text posts you can find my actual live opinions as i remember posting about that season as it was airing. pretty much the only thing i enjoyed was: a) emilia clarke's acting, which was the best of her got career imo, and b) the soundtrack by ramin djawadi.

[bubbles-lounge]

Ending: ???

You quickly ran back to your house and packed your things as your eyes became glazed and warm tears fell down. As you rushed around your room packing cyno walked in..

"Y/n are you o-.... Y/n..why are you crying.. " I was quick to dismiss Cyno

"Ah! Cyno don't worry a-about it! Just abit shaken up thas all! " Cyno grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug.

"Y/n who. Scared. You. " Jesus fvck was he scary! He's voice was laced with venom and something else I could quite catch... He was always protecting me... Maybe he could help.

"Kaveh and Alhaitham are acting strange! They seemed to be trying to kill each other! I'm scared cyno really scared... "

"Shhhh, it's ok I'll help you alright.. My love. " you didn't quite catch what he said at the end but it didn't really matter much at the time... He was helping you.. Right?

Quickly cyno grabbed your bags and your hand as he ran to his room and packed some stuff at an scarely fast pace.

"Ok let's go we can head to the desert and we can stay there till we can work out what to do ok? " you could only nod, watch cyno grab both the bags and then pick you up bridal style.

You had eventually fallen as sleep as cyno told you to rest in his arms

"Oh how foolish of you to trust me.. My love"

~timeskip brought to you by Alhaitham and Kaveh trying to find you~

It had been awhile now since you had woken up and we were almost there... I could help but feel uneasy... Why do I fear cyno is like them... He wouldnr.. Would he? I mean he didn't help you after your famil-

"We are here. "Cyno place me down inside a small tent but big enough for you both to share.

"Thank you cyno.. You really are amazing.. "

"you know you don't have to force yourself awake, you can rest now I'll make some food for us and stay on guard. "

You slowly dazed off to sleep.. If only you didn't trust cyno.. Or maybe if you looked into his eyes or behavior more you would have realized it.. Just maybe you would realize what cyno looked at you with wasn't love or care no... It was ♡obsesstion~♡

Thank you guys for reading this ending!

Which one next?

Have a wonderful day/night

Remember your fvcking stunning and wonderful<33

I owe you guys a thanks for the support<3

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Love y'all<3

[deathbysnakes]

Dottore Backstory Headcanon

(This is my first post and I'm kinda new to witeing so this might be cringe)

Warnings:Child abuse(?), mentions of death

Zandik was born in a very proud family, one that was known for how smart and attractive they where, everyone wanted to be part of this family, they all thought it would be "fun".

Zandik was proud at first to be part of this family, but as he grew he found out how stressful it was. His parents would always push him to be a spitting image of them so there legacy could continue, he rarely got to socialize with other people. His parents told him that making friends and growing attachments to and people would make him weak and dumb, and he'd believe them, after all, he was a kid.

When he was 15 he finally entered the academia "I joined at 13, I'm disappointed. " His parents would say. "It's only a 2 year difference..." He'd mumble to himself. "That Zandik kid...isn't he part of the ■■■■ family..?" Zandik rolled his eyes, he didn't like all the attention he was getting. "He's kinda cute." A few girls giggled. Zandik felt disgusted. "Father said I can't grow any attachments to anyone, they'll make me weak and dumb..." Zandik murmured under his breath. As Zandik got used to the academia he released how dumb and weak humans truly are, he needed to do something about this, he wanted to make his parents proud, he wanted them to say things like "great job!" or "I'm so lucky to have a son like you." He's never received any praise from his parents, not even once, so to make them proud he's going to enhance the human race, he's going to make humans stronger than God's, that'll surely make his parents proud. He'd watch in jealousy as parents complained there children "what am I doing wrong? How do i make my parents proud?" He'd question. So he got to work, doing experiments to enhance the human race. He couldn't wait to hear his parents compliment him. He eventually shared his ideas to other people thinking they'd praise him, but all he got where weird looks and people questioning him. "They'll understand later." He'd tell himself. Eventually his parents heard about his ideas and cam to "discuss" it with him.

"What are you thinking, your ruining our image!?" His mother shouted. "B-But...isn't this what you want?!" Zandik was scared and confused. Why do they care to much about there image? "Absolutely not!" His father hissed. After the argument Zandik was left shocked and confused "I don't understand..." He cried himself to sleep that night and woke up miserable in the morning, but he wasn't just going to give up they just don't understand yet! He told himself. So he worked until he collapsed every single day. He started to become more distant and grumpy, he started getting desperate.

The academia noticed this and was getting worried, so they started to get him to socialize more, Zandik was annoyed by this but didn't companion in fear that he might get kicked out of the academia, but then he released something, this is a opportunity.

One day the academia wanted him to go do a research project with some of his classmates, he took this as a opportunity. "Zandik you're smiling way more than I've ever seen you do, it's kinda creepy..." One of his classmates stated. "I'm just happy to be spending time with my classmates." Zandik said with a unsettling smile. "Uh- okay..." His other classmates ventured off to do some research, he was alone with a girl named Sorheh. His first test subject.

It was terrible, Sorhehs body so wounded that you could barely recognize her. "I was looking at a plant and when I turned around to look for her she was gone." Zandik said through a fake sad face. "and when I went to look for her she was surrounded by Rishboland Tigers." All of his classmates where in shock. "Sorhehs...dead..?" Is classmates looked up at him, they where a hovering over Sorhehs dead body. "We must bury her." Zandik said. "Alright..." One classmate sighed. "We must tell the aages though." Though his classmate sounded calm his heart was beating so fast he could hear blood pumping through his vains. So that's what happened, they told the sages. Word got out quickly and rumors where spreading through the academia. "What if she wasn't attacked by Tigers? I bet that Zandik did it, he's kinda sketchy." Zandik wasn't bothered by this, they had no proof after all.

Zandik started getting more bold with his experiments and he was eventually caught and expelled from the academia, but soon after he joined the fatui, where he didn't have to worry about being caught and the fatui funded his experiments too, it was a win win, the only thing Zandik hated, or should I say Dottore? Was that his parents absolutely despised him now, they refused to even look at him, he still didn't understand after all these years.

[silly-caregiver]

hi dada! am supr tired wite now... maybe i should go back to sweep buh ,, i wana get ups!! ,:o

-🦨

i understand that little one, if you don’t have anything to do today you should let yourself sleep a little longer sweetheart!

but of course if you really wanna get up you can :)

[wheneclipsefalls]

My brain feels like absolute mush💀 like it’s been hard to write since I’ve been having trouble sleeping and now I suddenly get this burst of energy and inspiration only to lose it again

THIS!!

I have had this feeling so many times it is ridiculous! I have to believe that it must just be part of the struggle that comes with trying to write or doing anything creative for that matter. Somedays I will have so many amazing ideas and I can clearly see the story in my mind's eyes but I sit down to wite it and it feels impossible. Other days it really does feel like my brain is mush, as a you put it.

I totally get what you mean about bursts of energy and inspiration that only seem to last for a minute. I still struggle with this a lot but I would say what helps me is to try and take away the pressure from writing. It's easier said than done but if I can get myself into a state where it just feels fun to experiment and let myself go off the rails, inspiration flows like a river.

Anyways, don't feel bad babe becuase I think we all have been there. But also, please get some sleep!! Sleep is super important whether or not you are writing, your body needs that reset. You deserve some peace. I'm sorry to hear you are having hard time sleeping. For me, it's just a matter of getting my thoughts to stop racing. Every person is different but for me sleep stories or ambience music helps me.

I hope you get some better sleep and don't be too hard on yourself about writing. It's for fun anyways<3 Take care of yourself

[ao3feed-byler2]

I Gave A Second Chance To Cupid (but now I'm left here feeling stupid)

by elhaspowers

As days bled into years, the Prince and his servants were forgotten by the world. For the sorcerer had erased all memory of them from the minds of the people they loved.

But along with the curse the sorcerer had given the beast a rose. An enchanted rose, to teach the arrogant prince a lesson. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, the spell would be broken. If not he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. So, the prince encased the already witing rose in a glass bell jar in the highest window of the west wing.

As the years passed, the prince fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Byler! Beauty and The Beast AU!!!

Words: 787, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Byler as Disney Movies

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Henry Creel | One | Vecna, LeFou (Disney), Gaston (Disney)

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Beauty and the Beast Fusion, Will Byers-centric, Will Byers is a Sweetheart, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Being an Idiot, Protective Mike Wheeler, Will Byers as Beauty, Mike Wheeler as Beast, can't believe those are tag smh..., the brainrot is strong with this one, i had this idea while severely sleep deprived, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author Projecting onto Will Byers, byler are disney princess coded, and im gonna write a byler au for every disney princess movie, just to prove how all of them are byler coded, Watch me - Freeform

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/o0pVg5z

[carrotblr]

This or That tag

tysm @synobun for tagging me w enrichment while i procwastinate my witings uwu

painting or photography // dusk or dawn // spring or autumn // movies or tv shows // chocolate or nutella // audiobooks or podcasts (i tend to zone out and not comprehend a single word i hear) // card games or board games (neither bc im a loser) // fiction or nonfiction // cookies or brownies // dragons or unicorns // bath or shower // blue or yellow // rollercoasters or bumper cars // iced tea or hot tea // left side of bed or right side of bed (i sleep on a single 🧍)  // zip-up hoodie or pullover hoodie (it's too hot for hoodies) // straight hair or curly hair (i'm bald) // gummy worms or gummy bears // rain or snow // sneakers or flip-flops // bowling or mini-golf // pasta or pizza

tagging @atinydroid @thistransient @ghoulbats @legiomiam so i too may know if u prefer This or That 🧍

[taedeco]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

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Synopsis: When Huening Kai is running away from his terrible past, he finds himself stumbling upon a, rather small, village. This is where he crosses paths with Choi Soobin – a mysterious man with many secrets, quite... literally. Soobin works in the village as a pawnbroker but he doesn't only trade and sell valuable items in his shop.. It might be a small village but the people of Ebonmoor have a lot to hide. But then so do Choi Soobin and Huening Kai.

Genre: fantasy, historical fiction, mystery, txt ver. of the Black Book of Secrets Warning(s): mentions of pickpocketing and neglect (from parents), very brief mentions of stealing, alcohol, gambling and needles (in a dream)

do let me know if I missed any!

Wordcount: 2.8k

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"And you are?" he asked. "Kai," said the boy. "Huening Kai."

Huening Kai sat at the table shivering in silence while Soobin tended the fire. A blackened kettle hung over the flames and every so often Soobin stirred its contents. "Would you like some soup?" Kai nodded and Soobin ladled the thick mixture into two bowls and set them down. The boy gulped his noisily in spilling, overfull spoonfuls.

"Where have you come from?" Kai wiped soup from his chin and managed to whisper. "From the City." "I see. And do you wish to go back?" He shook his head violently. "I cannot blame you. In my experience the City is a rotten, diseased place full of the very worst of humanity. The lowest of the low." Kai nodded again and drank at the same time with the result that the soup dripped on to his grey shirt collar.

Without hesitation he put the stained cloth in his mouth and sucked out the juices. Soobin watched unsmiling but with amusement in his eyes. "And what did you do in the City?" Kai put down the bowl. The warming soup had brought life back to his frozen limbs. "All sorts, really," he said evasively but then, under Soobin's intense gaze, he continued, "though mainly I picked pockets."

"Your honesty is refreshing, Huening, but I doubt there'd be much of that work here," said Soobin dryly. "This is a small village. There's little to take." "I can always find something," Kai answered proudly. "I believe you could." Soobin laughed, looking at the boy thoughtfully. "Tell me, do you have any other talents?" "I run fast and curl up so tight I can hide in the smallest places." Whether this impressed Soobin or not, it was difficult to tell.

"Useful I'm sure," he said, "but what of schooling? Can you write and read?" "Ofcourse I can," said Kai as if Soobin was a fool to suggest otherwise. If Soobin was surprised he did not show it. "Let me see your skill." He rummaged through the pile on the table, then handed Kai a quill, a pot of ink and a piece of paper. Kai thought for a moment then wrote slowly, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth:

A Pome The rabit dose be a gentel creture Its furr is soft, its tale is wite Under the sun a gras eater In a burro it doth sleep the nighte.

Soobin stroked his chin to conceal his smile. "Who was it that taught you to spell? Your parents?" Kai snorted at the very suggestion. "My parents don't care for the written word, nor for me. I was taught by Mr Edgar Sandoval, a pawnbroker in the City." "Edgar Sandoval?" repeated Soobin. "How very interesting." "Do you know him?" asked Kai, but Soobin was busy looking for another sheet of paper. "Write this," he said and dictated a couple of sentences, which Kai wrote carefully before handing back the paper to be examined. "Two o's in Soobin," he said, "but you weren't to know that."

He stood back and took a long hard look at the boy. He resembled so many City boys, dirty and skinny. He certainly smelt like one. His clothes were barely functional (apart from the scarf and gloves which were of a much higher quality) and he had a distrustful face that gave away the wretchedness of his past existence. He was bruised and his mouth was very swollen, but there was a spark of intelligence — and something else — in those dark eyes.

"I have a job for you if you want." Kai's eyes narrowed. "Does it pay?" Soobin yawned. "Let's discuss that tomorrow. Now it is time to sleep." He threw Kai his cloak and the boy curled up in the space beside the fire. He had never felt such soft fur before and it wrapped itself around his legs almost of its own accord. Kai watched through half-closed eyes as Soobin stretched out on the bed opposite, his legs not quite fully extended, and began to snore.

When he was certain that Soobin was asleep Kai pulled out the purse he had stolen from the carriage and hid it behind a loose brick in the wall. Then he took the paper and read it once again.

My name is Choi Sobin I am the Secret Pawnbroker

A secret pawnbroker? thought Kai. What sort of job is that? But he did not ponder the question for very long before drifting off into a sleep full of wild dreams that made his heart race

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Kai hadn't meant to tell Soobin he was a pickpocket and he doesn't know why he told him the truth. As for pawnbrokers, naturally he knew what they were. He'd been in and out of their shops enough times when he lived in the City. Whatever his mom and dad managed to steal and had no use for, they pawned. Or they sent him to do it. There were plenty of pawnshops, practically one on every corner, and they were open all hours. They were busiest after the weekend, when everyone had spent their wages on drink or lost them at the card table.

By mid-morning on Mondays a pawnshop window was quite a sight. People brought in every sort of things: shirts, old shoes, pipes, crockery, anything that might fetch even a penny. The pawnbroker, however, wouldn't take just anything. And the money he paid wasn't good at all, but when people grumbled that he was cheating he would say, "I'm not a charity. Take it or leave it." And usually they took what he offered because they had no choice. Ofcourse, you could always buy back what you pledged, but you had to pay more. That's how a pawnbroker made his money, getting rich from the poor.

But Edgar Sandoval wasn't like the others. For a start he was hidden away down a narrow alley off South Street. You would only know he was there if you knew he was there, if you see what that means. Kai found him because he was looking for somewhere to hide from his parents. The entrance to the lane was so narrow he had to go in sideways. When he looked up he could see only a thin sliver of the smoky city sky. Mr Sandoval's shop was at the end of the lane and at first he thought it was shut, but when he pressed his nose against the door it swung inwards.

The pawnbroker was standing behind the counter, but he didn't see him. He looked as if he was in a daydream. Kai coughed. "Sorry," said the man, blinking. "How can I help you, young lad?" he asked. Those were the first words he had heard all day. Kai gave him what he had, a ring he had taken from a lady's finger. Mr Sandoval's eyebrows arched when he saw it. "Your mother's, I suppose?" he said, but he didn't push Kai for an answer.

Mr Sandoval looked as poor as his customers. He wore clothes that people had never come back to claim and he couldn't sell. His skin was white, starved of the sun, and had a slight shine to it, like wet pastry. His long fingernails were usually black and his face was covered in grey stubble. That day he gave Kai a shilling for the ring, so he came back the next day with more spoils and recieved another. After that he returned as often as he could.

He didn't know if Mr Sandoval made any money. His shop was rarely busy, the window was dirty and there was never much on display. Once he saw a loaf of bread on the shelf. "Young lad," said Mr Sandoval when he asked him about it. "She swapped the bread for a pot so she could boil a ham. She'll be back tomorrow with the pot and she'll take the bread, a little harder maybe, but it will soften in water." Such were the strange arrangements between pawnbroker and customer.

He doesn't know why Mr Sandoval showed him such kindness, why he chose to feel sorry for him over the hundreds of other boys roaming the streets. Whatever the reason, Kai wasn't complaining. He told him what his parents were like, how they treated him, how little they cared for him. Many times when it was too cold to stay out, and he was too afraid to return home, Mr Sandoval let him warm himself by his fire and gave him tea and bread. He taught him the alphabet and numbers and let him practice writing on the back of old pawn tickets.

He showed him books and made him copy out page after page until he was satisfied with his handwriting. It has been remarked that his style is a little formal. Kai blames this on the texts from which he learned. Their authors were of a serious nature, writing of wars and history and great thinkers. There was little room for humour. In return for this learning he carried out certain chores for Mr Sandoval. At first he wrote out the price tags for the window, but as his writing improved he let him log pledges and monies in his record book.

Occasionally the door would open and they would have a customer. Mr Sandoval enjoyed talking and would detain them in conversation for quite some time before taking their pledge and paying them. Kai spent many hours in the back of the shop engaged in his tasks and his parents never knew. He saw no reason to tell them about Mr Sandoval; they would only have demanded that he steal something from him. He had the opportunity, many times, although he would not hesitate to cheat his parents out of a few shillings, he could not betray Mr Sandoval.

He would have gone to him every day if he could, but he wasn't always there. The first time he found the shop closed he thought he must have packed up and left. He was surprised that he hadn't said goodbye even though it was the sort of thing he had come to expect from people. Then a few days later he came back. He didn't say where he had been and Kai didn't ask. He was just glad to see him. This went on for almost five months until the night he fled from the City.

As he lays in the fireplace that first night at Choi Soobin's he had only one regret, that he had left without saying goodbye to Edgar Sandoval. So, when Soobin said he was a pawnbroker he was pleased. He seemed diffrent from Mr Sandoval and he knew that Ebonmoor was nothing like the City, but he felt safe. He thought he knew what to expect. But ofcourse he didn't know then what a Secret Pawnbroker was.

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Ebonmoor was indeed very diffrent from the City. It was a small village clinging for its life to the side of a steep mountain in a country that has changed its name over and over and in a time that is a distant memory for most. It comprised one cobbled high street lined on either side with a mixture of houses and shops built in the style that was popular around the time of the great fire in the famous city of London.

The first and second floors (and in case of the home of wealthy Arthur Clarence, the third and fourth floors) overhung the pavement. In fact, sometimes the upper levels stuck so far out that they restricted the sunlight. The windows themselves were small with leaded panes, and dark timbers ran in parallel lines on the outside walls. The buildings were all at strange and rather worrying angles, each having slid slightly down the hill over the years and sunk a little into the earth. There was no doubt that if just one collapsed it would take all the others with it.

The village was overlooked by the church, an ancient building mostly frequented these days when someone was born or died. Entry into this life and exit from it deemed noteworthy occasions, but for most villagers the intervening existence did not require regular church attendance. On the whole this suited Reverend Alwin Wade very well. He didn't seek out his flocks; he preferred them to make their own way to him. Besides, the hill really was unusually steep.

Despite this, and the snow, by mid-morning a small crowd had already gathered outside Kai's new home. Even before the sun had fully risen behind the clouds, a rumour was circulating that the old hat shop had a new occupant. One by one the villagers puffed and panted their way up the hill to see for themselves. The murky windows were now clean and transparent, although the varying thickness of the glass distorted the display somewhat, and the people pressed their faces up against the panes eager to see what was on show.

"Is it a junk shop?" asked one man. A reasonable question under the circumstances, for the contents of the satchel, excepting food and drinks, had been priced with tags and placed in the window. The wooden leg was propped in the corner but there was no indication of its cost. "It's animals," said another. Soobin's frog was clearly visible, sitting in its tank on the counter. In the daylight it was quite remarkable in appearance: its glistening skin was a patchwork of vibrant reds, greens and yellows.

It was most unlike any frog that lived in the soupy ponds of Ebonmoor. Its feet were not webbed, instead they were more like long-fingered hands with knobbly joints and toes, which would have made swimming quite tricky. As if on cue, Soobin's face appeared in the window. He was holding a sign which he placed carefully at the bottom of the display. It read: Choi Soobin ~ Pawnbroker

The villagers nodded to one another, not necessarily in approval, more as if to say 'I told you so', even though they hadn't. Soobin then emerged with a ladder which he propped against the wall over the door. He climbed confidently to the top and unhooked the old hat-shaped sign. He fixed to the pole the universal symbol of the pawnbroker: three polished golden orbs stuck together in the shape of a triangle. They swung on their chain in a lazy arc, glinting in the low winter sun.

"Is the frog for sale?" someone asked. "I'm afraid not,' said Soobin solemnly. "She is my companion." This admission amused the crowd greatly and their titters created a cloud of breath around their heads. "How much for the leg?" asked another. Soobin smiled benevolently, descended the ladder with remarkable speed and stood before the crowd. "Aha," he exclaimed. "The leg. Now there's a tale" "A tail?" queried a younger boy known less for his wit than his inquisitive nature, while beside him his two brothers sniggered. "A tale indeed," said Soobin. "But one for another day."

There were sighs of disappointment and Soobin cleared his throat and raised his hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Choi Soobin and I am here to serve you. I stand under the sign of the three golden orbs because I am a pawnbroker, a respectable profession in existence for centuries. I give you my guarantee—" here he placed his right hand on his heart and cast his eyes heavenwards— "that I will pay a fair price for your goods and take a fair fee when you choose to redeem them. All items accepted: linen and shoes, jewellery and watches—"

"Wooden legs," shouted out a voice. Soobin disregarded this interruption and continued smoothly. "You have my word. You will not be cheated by Choi Soobin." For a moment there was silence and then generous applause. Soobin took a bow and smiled at his audience. "Thank you," he said as they came forward to shake his hand. "You're very kind."

Inside Kai jerked awake from a dream in which he was being pricked with a thousand tiny needles. He sat up to find that the fire had been revived and one of the logs was spitting, sending burning sparks on to his cheeks. Soobin was nowhere to be seen, but there was bread and milk on the table, and a jug of beer, and Kai realised that he was very hungry. He drank some milk and ate a thick slice of warm bread. He sat back, satisfied, but not for long. Hearing the commotion outside he went to the door to have a look. Soobin was still shaking hands with the villagers.

When he saw Kai he nodded in the direction of the crowd, who were milling around, loath to leave this object of curiosity. Soobin's arrival was an exciting event for Ebonmoor. Few strangers ever came to their village. And a pity they don't, thought Soobin as he scanned the eager faces in front of him. There was that hook nose again and again, those close-set narrow eyes, the crooked smiles, each in a different combination on a different countenance. This place could do with some new blood, he thought. Then out loud to Kai he said, "quite a welcome, eh, Huening?" He turned back to his audience and continued to greet them while Kai wondered idly if any had a pocket worth picking.

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note: wewww finally finished chapter 2 hhe ^^

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thank you for reading, have a lovely day ♡

[study-with-aura]

Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Geometry tripped me up today. I think I am tired. I did not sleep the best last night. Wite-Out tape is my current friend.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Reviewed rotations + practice + honors practice

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Units 1-3 vocabulary + read about the passive voice + read Chapters 16 and 17 of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

Spanish 2 - Reviewed vocabulary

Bible I - Read Genesis 31

World History - Read about Ancient Greece

Biology with Lab - Read about the limits to science

Foundations - Read more about cautiousness + took a quiz on Read Theory + read about note-taking

Practice -Practiced assigned pieces for 30 minutes and worked on memorization

Khan Academy - Completed Unit 3: Lesson 6 of 9th-grade reading and vocabulary

Duolingo - Completed one lesson each in Spanish, French, and Chinese

Activities of the Day:

Ballet

Variations

Journal/Mindfulness

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What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful that I am homeschooled and can take a break whenever I need it throughout the day.

Quote of the Day:

Find something you are passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.

-Julia Child

🎧Harpsichord Concerto No.1 in D Minor BWV 1052 - Johann Sebastian Bach