#bambi’s cottage <3

[w0niecult]

thinking about posessive dave

samesamesame

✩‧₊˚ always holding hands

✩‧₊˚ marks you and won’t let you cover them up

✩‧₊˚ “Dave, what the hell!!”

✩‧₊˚ “what??”

✩‧₊˚ “my neck looks like a crime scene, asshole!”

✩‧₊˚ glares at anyone that walks up and talks to you

✩‧₊˚ is the equivalent of “my bf let’s me wear what I want cuz he can fight”

✩‧₊˚ karate chop me daddy <3

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Written & Writing :)

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Because I’ve got a couple things drafted, n i’ve written a few things before in the past, i figured i’d make a list, a collection, wouldn’t necessarily call it a master list, but y’know. Easier to navigate everything that i have written or am in the middle of writing teehee

so far there is only three fandoms i’ve written for: Hazbin, Helluva & FNAF. but im a fan of other things like codmw, harry potter, certain slashers, batman, creepypastas, the labyrinth (my fav <3) n others

*: The stars indicate explicit content 18+, all GN pronouns and anatomically; otherwise will be specified.

Hazbin Hotel:

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝓌:

Transported (Male reader): 【1】 【2】

[3]

Reader gets thrown into the Hazbin Hotel after falling down a well, now he’s having a blast interacting with all his favs while also experiencing the fun first hand.

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𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇:

Wing Grooming: 【1】 【2*】

You help Lucifer maintain his healthy wings, and in the first part he suggest stopping before things go south, in the second part, things go south straight to smut town.

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Met the Devil* Human!reader || PT2

You’re a plain and simple human until you meet a strange man in the night who gives you a card, mysteriously that same strange man shows up at the cottage your house sitting.

Request: Cockwarming Lucifer at Mammon performance

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒:

Zip Zap (male reader)

Charlie gets followed by Valentinos boys, readers there to save the day.

Request: Charlie x male reader *

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𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎:

Knight (male reader) PT2

In the first part male reader saves Emily after she falls and gets nabbed up by Valentino, and in the second part you comfort her when she has nightmares about it.

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𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇:

The Dog and The Deer

Reader is a dog demon, Alastor loathes the reader simply because it reminds him of his untimely death, and weak mortality. You however are incessant and want him to like you, you end up finding out why he hates you and possibly start a new friendship.

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In Season (Fem Reader)*

Reader is pretty well acquainted with heat, but wasn’t typically affected, thats until she visits the hotel and a scent like no other hit her throwing all her reasoning out the window, Alastor felt the same when he sensed you come into the hotel. SMUT

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At first sight*. || PT2 PT3*

Doe reader with white ears and tail has been Charlie’s bestie since childhood, and when they comes to the hotel is hesitant about the radio demon until they meet in the flesh and an instant attraction is there. Reader ends up dealing her soul to him in the form of marriage during a moment of intimacy.

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Movie night. || PT2 PT3

Reader and the gang it sit down in the first part to watch Bambi, and it brings back some memories from his past. In the second part, Reader is excited to show Alastor princess and the frog due to the similarities, and in the third part Alastor treats reader to a date after the kindness of the nights prior.

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Bully: [1]

Reader is an Imp who’d befriended Charlie and came to the hotel, Alastor makes sure to make readers life a living hell poking at all their soft spots reminding them they’re just a weak little imp. There will eventually be a second part with smut.

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Back to Life: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

One day when waltzing through the woods a peculiar looking buck led you deeper into them, while following, you fell hitting your head and woke to a stranger standing over you. You don’t know where you are, how you got here, or who this guy is, but he’s all you’ve got and he’s utterly insane.

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Request, cockwarming Alastor*

Request, Songfic: Noel’s Lament

Request Insecure Plus sized reader with Alastor

Request, Reader and Alastor fight and make up teehee, angst fluff smut

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𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂:

Hate That I Love You

Father Adam (incomplete)

Request - Hosptialized adam teehee

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𝒱𝑜𝓍:

Big Fan (incomplete)

Request; singer reader who vox becomes obsessed with FEM

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𝐿𝓊𝓉𝑒:

Showers* (Fem reader Incomplete)

Obsessed with me (Fem reader incomplete)

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𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒:

Rivalry To Romance (Female Reader)

You always found yourself in competition with Velvette and you found her to be an insufferable brat, turns out it’s just a wee crush.

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𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑜:

Request Val bratty reader FEM

Request: bunny reader and spanking

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Helluva Boss: Nothing yet!

Five Nights at Freddy’s:

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Mike Schmidt:

Multifaceted*

Paranormal Investigator

[euphorrriasimss]

The Sims 3 Aestheticore Challlenge

Gen 1~cottagecore~🌿Fei🌿

1.3 ~ Dia's life in Aurora Skies

After living in Aurora skies for four months, Dia has learned to live in the moment. She has learned there's a lot to love in life.She wants to spend her days doing what she loves.In these fours months Dia has learnt more about herself than all those years she was locked in the hell she escaped from.

~BAmbi~

meet bambi, A sassy dear who always visits the cottage and eats our plants but never let's Dia pet her.

After sacrifices of few plants and unsuccessful attemps of friendship, Bambi finally befriended Dia.

~ chickens~

Dia's favorite activity is chatting with the chickens. Arguments with charles the evil chicken are mendatory to Dia daily.

~Bees~

The bees are Dia's enemies living in her house.They sting at every chance they get.

~while cleaning the upstairs of the cottage Dia found her grandmother's old clothes.She found a dress she really liked so she decided to wear it.while she admired the dress she cound't help but notice the resembelence she carries to her grandmother. and although she never met her mother she has been told how she was her mother's shadow. Dia is greatful to not have noticeable features to the man who is known as her father~

more pics of Dia

Dia's life in Aurora Skies so far has been rewarding and joyful. so joyful that Dia has learnt to bury the deep fear of her past catching up to her.But deep down she knows the deep fear left by the trauma inflicted by her past still exists in her heart.

[eliotqueliot]

My first solo art of Quentin is now posted along with Chapter 2, Reunion at the Physical Kids' Cottage, of "The First Duty of All Magicians Is to Save Their Friends"

The First Duty of All Magicians Is to Save Their Friends (10289 words) by EliotQueliot Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: The Magicians (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh, Quentin Coldwater & Margo Hanson & Eliot Waugh Characters: Eliot Waugh, Quentin Coldwater, Jane Chatwin, Margo Hanson Additional Tags: queliot, horomancy, Post-Mosaic Timeline (The Magicians: A Life in the Day), Fix-It, POV Eliot Waugh, Character Death Fix, Canonical Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Shenanigans, Grief/Mourning, Eventual Smut, Getting Together, Endgame Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh Series: Part 2 of Horomancy, Bitches! (series) Summary:

"Remember when we were just students," Eliot said hoarsely, "nothing else, and this world was everything? And I'd watch Star Trek with you and Bambi…" and sometimes you and I would fall asleep on the couch, and wake up snuggled together…

Quentin, smiling back at him fondly, "Or I'd start out studying, but you'd keep pouring the drinks, and we'd just sit there on the sofa talking about whatever was on our minds. Just you and me, lots of times. Until the sun came up and you'd make breakfast..."

"I really missed you, Q," he breathed.

One side of Q's mouth quirked in a kind of painful smile. He squeezed Eliot's hand.

Notes:

We are now venturing back into Eliot's past! The Eliot in this chapter has no idea of the events that await in the future. Essentially, I am slotting this part into canon in Season 3.

This chapter starts out at the end of Season 3, Episode 4, "Be the Penny," and mostly takes place between 3x4 and 3x5. I also drew slightly from The Magicians (book 1) by Lev Grossman for this one.

Again, fear not. This story will end in a good place for Queliot. That is my raison d'être.

[armando-j-sanchez-ii]

Top Five Disney Movies Pre-1950

You’d think that a company like Disney would have its humble beginnings but I think that some of their very early films are the best that the company has ever put out. While they're not the newest of movies, these five films really stand the test of time and are still movies that should be watched. All five of these are available to watch on Disney Plus.

5. Fun and Fancy Free (1947):

 This film came out in 1947 and it was one of the package films that disney made. Package films were essentially movies with two or three thirty minute shorts. They were made because of funding issues the animation studio had from the effects of the second world war. This movie has two shorts in them, one following a circus bear named Bongo and another one retelling the “Jack and the Beanstalk” tale with Mickey, Donald and Goofy. 

The two shorts have some of the best gag and comedy writing out of the package films that came out in the 1940s. While the animation looks cheap in some areas, I think these are really good tales to show to anyone who wants to appreciate the disney at their lowest financially.

4. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (1937):

It’s no understatement of how important this movie is in general. If it wasn’t for this film, there would be no animated movies in general because no one would believe that 70 plus minute cartoons could be successful like they did when Walt Disney pitched this movie to his friends. It’s the tale of a princess named Snow White who is forced to run away from her kingdom and stay in a cottage with Seven Dwarves as she wishes for a prince to marry her.

While Disney did reinvent the tale to make it more timeless  and memorable than the actual original story, there are parts that do feel dragged on. The animation studio had worked on shorts called “Silly Symphonies” before this movie, to train themselves for this movie. A good twenty to thirty minute chunk in the middle of this movie feels like a Silly Symphony segment that doesn’t really push the plot forward. That being said, the characters, the story, and the aesthetic of the movie are aspects that are still memorable to this day.

3. Fantasia (1940):

“Fantasia” is more of an experience than a movie in my opinion. It’s a series of animated segments that correspond with classical musical pieces composed by Leopold Stokowski for the recording of the movie. The movie has seven animated segments with the last one including both musical pieces “Night at Bald Mountain” and “Ave Maria”. 

This movie is such a captivating experience as every one of the segments is just gushing with love from the animators. It  also brings in new experiences to pieces that are known like how there’s a “Nutcracker” segment with fairies and spring plants coming alive. While not every one of these segments is a favorite of mine, I can name about three that are my favorite shorts that Disney has ever produced.

2. Bambi (1942):

“Bambi” is the tale of a young faun who learns how to grow up and survive in the forest with other creatures around him. It was adapted from the novel “Bambi, A Life in the Woods” by Felix Salten. Many people remember it for not just its likable characters and beautiful animation but also for its G-rated interpretation of the realities of our forests and the wildlife that live in it.

This movie is the one out of the five in this list that hold up the most in not just animation but in themes as well. It’s not trying to be subtle in its messages about forest and wildlife preservation because they were relevant back in 1942 and they still are today. It’s also the one with the most child-like dialogue out of the five here since you are watching a deer grow up. I also believe that this movie paved the way for non-Shakespearean aspects of “The Lion King (1994).”

1. Pinocchio (1940):

This movie was the animation studios follow up to “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves” and it came out the same year as “Fantasia”. That fact just blows my mind considering that both movies are great in my opinion. “Pinocchio” is not only the best Disney movie of this era but it is one of the best animated movies of all time. There's so much charm in big aspects like the characters and little aspects like the environments and settings.

If you can only watch one of the movies on this list or revisit it, this is the one. If you aren’t interested in Disney movies but want some variety of movies for your kids to watch, this is the one that will leave an impact on them. Besides “Bambi”, this is the quintessential coming of age story that people of all ages should watch if they never had the chance to.

[ataraxiamfrp]

hey hi. here to drop my roster: kali - baldur's gate 3 - floor 2; neri - oc - suite 9; marie / "kamui" - oc - floor 9; and arthur pendragon / kira wang - oc - cottage 5.

hi bambie! that's been done for you. thank you for writing with us! KALI, NERI, KAMUI, and ARTHUR PENDRAGON have been dropped. -mod rallentando 🦉​

[w0niecult]

Okay, hear me out, dilf!kirk taking you to the beach with him and he can hang out with you and all, to watch him surf or surf with him, and he’s all handsy with you when he is taking a break.

And in the drive him, he is partially handsy. Once y’all get home, the post!surf fuck is INSANE. Maybe once y’all get home or in the shower. But this man, he has that drive to keep going or get all of his feeling out after a long day of surfing.

Kirk HAS TO HAVE that post whatever fuck. I did when I played sports.

OOOOOO y e s

✩‧₊˚ He would be such a tease, grinding his very obvious erection into your ass,

✩‧₊˚ touching your thighs and slowly moving his hand up further and further, but pulling back once he reaches your pussy, pawing at your tits and softly kissing your neck—

✩‧₊˚ once you’re all ready and prepped for him, the fun truly begins

✩‧₊˚ He’d have you on all fours, mouth gagged, cunt stuffed and would use you like his own personal little fleshlight ♡⸝⸝

[anne-lister-adventures]

Tuesday, 23 April 1839

8 5/’’

12 55/’’

Rainy morning – Had Mr. Shackleton (A-[Ann] had him first) at 8 3/4 she for 1/4 hour and I for rather longer – Dressed – Breakfast 9 3/4 in 35 minutes then had Mr. Harper – Before settling with him about windows &c. wrote and sent by George note as follows:

“Mr. Gray junior Petergate

Mrs. Lister and Miss Walker would be glad to see Mr. Gray at 12 at noon today, if that hour will not be inconvenient to him –

George Inn. Tuesday morning 23 April 1839”

 Note in answer would come at 11 1/2 having an engagement soon after 12 – Settled with Mr. Harper about windows and a long list of items to be done in our absence so that we might find all comfortable on our return – (Vide rough book entry of all directions) –

Mr. Gray came at 11 1/2 and staid till 12 20/’’ – Old G-‘s[Gray’s] money when paid in to be invested in the funds – So that there will be no difficulty about A-‘s[Ann’s] paying it in a little sooner or later – By the way sooner was not hinted at – My estate safe from the mortgage till some one should come into possession who could cut off the entail, and pay off the mortgage – The money not likely to be wanted during Miss Jane Preston’s life – And if wanted Mr. G-[Gray] will transfer the mortgage without giving me any trouble whether I may be in England or abroad desired him to prepare a little codicil to my will giving A-[Ann] and him as executors and trustees the discretion to sell all or part of my property in H-x[Halifax] to pay off the mortgage – He gave me a sheet form of agreement for letting the colliery from year to year – To see him again on our return from North Cave – He will be at home all the day on Thursday – But not after 10 tomorrow morning –

An agreement to take requires only a 20/- stamp – An agreement to let requires a stamp according to the amount of rent; but if the amount is altogether uncertain, vide Kearsley’s Tax Tables what the stamp will be – Something considerable –

Mr. G-[Gray] went at 12 20/’’ and then seeing that we could not get off till Thursday wrote and sent as followed (on 1/2 sheet of note paper) to Mrs. Oddy, Shibden Hall, near H-x[Halifax] to be delivered immediately:

“York – Tuesday morning 23 April 1839.

Mrs. Oddy.

We shall not be at home at home till Thursday, but expect to be there on that day in the course of the evening – You need not sit up later than eleven o’clock at night – We shall not want dinner –

A Lister”

Kind note this morning from Miss Henrietta Crompton enclosing the card of ‘the Miss Cromptons’ for A-[Ann] regretting that the rainy morning prevented her calling – Had just written so far at 12 50/’’ – Then did up our imperials &c. and got all ready for being off to North Cave, to see Marian –

Had ordered up luncheon (our cold loin of roast mutton of yesterday and bread and butter) at 2 and had nearly done when I[Isabella] N-[Norcliffe] came soon after 2 and staid above an hour – Determined to go abroad this summer but unfixed when and where – will be away the Winter –

Off at 3 48/’’ to return to dinner tomorrow – But took all with us – Changed horses at Bamby[Barmby] Moor at 5 10/’’ – Passed the Inn (Devonshire Arms) at Market Weighton at 6 1/4 – 6 miles from there to Mill Cottage N.[North] Cave but they charged using (at Bamby[Barmby] Moor i.e. 6 miles B.[Barmby] Moor to Market W-[Weighton] and 8 from there to N.[North] C.[Cave]) and it was 7 22/’’ before we alighted at Marian’s door – 

I had not written – She had no notice of our going – She was upstairs – Lucky – Mrs. Button dangerously ill; and she had only left her and returned home yesterday – The girl woman servant did not know me – I gave no name –

Marian soon came down looking thin, and pale, and nervous – I soon set all parties at ease – I had done right to give no notice – Marian owned if I had written she should not have known what to do – Should have feared she could not make us comfortable – Should have sent to Hull for things the bed had been slept in last night – 

No trouble to re-sheet it and light the fire – We had perfumed Russian tea, and good coffee and bread and butter and toast &c. and reindeer’s tongue and all very comfortable in a few minutes and I believe poor Marian was very glad to see us – We never stirred till A-[Ann] went upstairs to bed at 10 20/’’ and I followed at 11 50/’’ –

Talked over everything – It seem she did not expect A-[Ann] to give £600 for Lee Lane – Thought it was only £500 she had bid before – Marian would have taken £550 as Mr. Parker knew – Mitchell had valued the place (coal and all) at £500 – all parties behaved very handsomely Marian in telling this and A-[Ann] in rejoicing that she had the £600 to give as she thought the place worth it –

Marian had had some trouble in determining but had at last made up her mind to sell High Royds – Mitchell’s valuation of it = £2268, odd – Had told Mr. Parker to offer it to me first – And then to Holt at £2300 he having to pay for Copperas House which Marian bought and for which a title is now about to be made – But she would take £2,000 of me – No! No! Sorry I could not give her the valuation – Sorry I could not buy it – She wants £2400 for immediate use – But not necessitated to sell High Royds at the moment as the £600 for Lee Lane will pay the bank debt – Had this money towards the end of last month – Knows that borrowing at a bank (a new and said to be liberal bank at North Cave) costs one way or another 6 p.[per] c.[cent] – Has £200 of Mrs. Button who cannot continue long, and Marian would like to be prepared to pay this off – Expects a legacy but only of one hundred – The debts on Highroyds = £1600 – These 3 sums = £2400. Skelfler is at the same rent as in my father’s time – Not quite £600 a year? Or not more than £600 her present income net from £200 to £300 per annum – And yet she every year lays out money in [marling] &c. to say nothing of accidents –

The great wind (7 January last) blew down the barn at the Grange – Butterworth End cost above £120 - £10 of damage done by the great wind at High Roydes (chimney blown down) – And she gives £20 a year to Mr. Edwards of Market W-[Weighton] for looking over the Skelfler Estate seeing that the drains are kept open &c. for she herself receives the rents which she says are now paid at the day –

I remonstrated on this over payment to Mr. E-[Edwards] for doing nothing – Yes! He would look after the barn building up again – He said it was more than he expected but Marian herself offered it because Mr. Robinson the attorney employed by my father had had this sum (independent of law expense) for receiving rents and doing everything –

Poor Marian – The thought of all this makes my heart ache – But what can I do – She will not hear of giving Mr. Edwards less – I said a professional land agent would go over the estate and note its state of management and repair – (its condition and value) 2 days per annum at 2 guineas a day and expense which could not exceed 3 guineas a day –

I advised the letting the tenants farm in a proper husbandlike manner without her laying out one sixpence more especially as she says the rents are very low – And in the case of Skelfler she is so persuaded of the hundreds that the tenant has in the land that when she made her will on going to Market W-[Weighton] on my fathers death (the summer of 1836) she willed that the tenant had the farm for ten years from that time at the rent he then paid –

She said however that tho’ she had consulted Mr. Robinson about this (and she did not say he had made any objection) that the tenant himself knew nothing about it – I advised her to sell – The Estate nets under £600 (I should think from my remembrance of the outgoing drainage &c. &c. above £30 per annum that the net income is about £560) she says (in spite of this hampering about the tenant right) she would not take less than £20,000 for it!

How can I help her – Advising is quite in vain – I urged her selling – Said she might in the course of a few years (which I believe) make her income a clear £500 a year on which, with her knife and fork at Shibden, she might live without being buried alive –

Her cottage here is damp, and too near the mill-dam – (Originally a paper mill, now a corn-mill) But pretty enough – The house is sufficient 4 rooms on a floor – 2 sitting rooms below with bedrooms over them and at the back good kitchen and pantries and rooms over them – A small cellar – A little sheltered nice bit of garden ground about 25 or more? x 15 yards and a little island (perhaps 60 to 70 square yards) in the midst of the water on which island she grows her potatoes – Good ones –

The man who does her garden, finds her all seeds and sets, and does all, for £5 a year – He might suit me – He is to speak to me tomorrow – Clerk, too, of the parish church – Ivy-covered and very picturesque – Close to here, and to the entrance gate to Hotham (Mr. Burton’s) – Marian pays £20 a year and has all taxes paid for her –

I congratulated her on her escape from her thought of marriage – I thought she had been much mistaken in her judgment in this matter – Mr Abbot not a gentleman mentioned his having called here          she did not explain how the thing was off             I conclude he let it die a natural death         she shewed neither pain nor pleasure on the subject – but said it was all off –

Light gentle rain in the morning fair the greater part of the afternoon – Poor A[Ann] had thought me long but behaved very well about it she got in to bed soon after my getting upstairs –

[symbols in the left margin:] ✓       N       N       ✓       L         N         ✓c

[in the margin:]          Mr. Harper

[in the margin:]          Mr. Gray

[in the margin:]          stamp for uncertain rent

[in the margin:]          Mill Cottage North Cave

[in the margin:]          Highroyds

Page References:  SH:7/ML/E/23/0026 and SH:7/ML/E/23/0027

[ed-edward-blackbeard]

ugh, I don’t even know if I like this or not, but.  It doesn’t have a title yet, and it’s spoilery for... pretty much everything up through 4x2 or 3 of The Magicians.  Queliot, obviously.

It  didn’t feel like it took long at all for Eliot’s Happy Place to realign.  Sure, it had started out as the Physical Kids cottage, because that’s where a lot of happy memories were set, but as the shallow surface happiness started to wane, the Physical cottage morphed slowly (or perhaps, not that slowly at all, really) it became the Mosaic Cottage, complete with Quentin.

A Quentin that loved him, that raised a family with him after the wife had died, a Quentin that grew old with him.  A Quentin that never died, an Eliot that never died first and left his Q alone at the Mosaic.

In the Mosaic cottage, Eliot was never afraid.  He was never afraid to tell Quentin I love you, Q, I really mean it because Quentin always smiled at him, every fucking time, because Eliot knew that Q had never really heard it before, not really.

They told each other the same stories, of Margo and Alice, Penny and Josh and Kady, and new stories Eliot made up as he went along.  

Q learned to play the lute, of all fucking things, and he would make Eliot sing for him at night, just the two of them in front of the fireplace.  Eliot would sing anything Q asked for--Taylor fucking Swift, which Eliot threatened to kill Q if he told anyone Eliot knew--and Q only ever asked for happy songs.

Sometimes, Eliot would tell Q the dark things, the horrible things, the traumatic things that he’d hidden from himself as well as everyone else.  And Quentin would hold him, lie beside him and spoon--or be spooned--and tell him that he didn’t care, because those were the things that had made Eliot the man he was, and Quentin loved Eliot just fine, so who cared?

He was pretty sure the real Q wouldn’t be nearly so glib.  He’d stumble over his words, tuck that fucking hair behind his ear, but the meaning would be the same--I love you, Eliot, all of you.

Sometimes, when Q was asleep in the Mosaic cottage, Eliot would steel himself and he’d slip away to the throne room in Fillory, where Quentin sat beside him and tried to make his case.  We work.  Fifty years, I mean, who gets that kind of proof of concept?

Nobody, that’s who.  

To the Quentin in the throne room, Eliot unspooled his heart.  How he’d found Quentin attractive since the first day they’d met at Brakebills, offering to seduce him and bang his worries away.  A sincere offer, to be honest, but it was so very painfully obvious that Quentin was a dumpster fire on two feet that could barely find his way around one gender, much two.

How the threesome with Margo and the emotional-bottle roofies had been the first time that he’d actually kissed Quentin and really, really liked it, so much so that he had to push Margo out of the middle and cuddle up to Quentin on his own.  My Bambi, she thought it was so cute.  Eliot having a little crush on the straight boy.  But we both know you weren’t, not after that.  

Alice, Quentin had said, as if that explained everything, and in a way it did.  And Fillory.

Yes, because bringing Alice back had devoured Quentin’s very being for so long, and being High King of Fillory had devoured Eliot for so long, that even when they’d been together, as part of the group, they had no time for each other.

But then, the Key Quests.  And the Mosaic cottage, and shit got so fucked so fast after that.

You better get back there before the Monsters find you.

Could always count on you to have my back, Q.  And I promise you, if I ever find a way back, it will be because of you.  Not just in here, but out there.  You will never give up on me, and I… I will endeavour to be worth it.

You are.  Just ask the one waiting for you at the cottage.

Stepping back into the Mosaic cottage, Eliot sat on the edge of the bed, watching his Quentin sleep.  He stroked lightly over Q’s hair, strands flopping over his face even in sleep.  He fussed with the blanket, making sure it was tucked loose around his shoulders.  

Hey, you’re awake.

Eliot smiled, and kissed his Q on the forehead.  Go on back to sleep, I just had to take a piss.  Besides, you’re adorable when you snore.

That earned Eliot a pillow to the face.  Come back to bed, Eliot.  Gingerly Q moved, so no cold air would find its way under the blanket, and soon enough Quentin was back in Eliot’s arms, tucked against Eliot’s chest and listening to the heartbeat.  Maybe tomorrow we’ll solve it.

Maybe.  He knew they wouldn’t, but that was fine.  Another day in Heaven was just fine with him.

[imagineaworlds]

04//Mike the Inconvenience

summary: Olivia Grace is a motherfucking Magician. Yeah, she’s British. Yeah, she’s got a LOT of secrets– but doesn’t everyone? And she’s totally fucked up.

pairing: margo hanson x female!oc

word count: 2,505

warnings (for entire series): cursing. drug and alcohol use. drug and alcohol abuse. sex.

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Grace was stumbling down the stairs just before she was knocked into by someone running up the stairs. She rolled her eyes and looked at the boy in front of her. It was Todd, one of the Physical kids living in the cottage, but forgotten by Grace and all of her friends.

“Sorry,” Todd apologized, then continued running up the stairs, afraid. Grace continued down the stairs, and she heard the laughter of Margo and Eliot.

“Todd?!” Margo joked. They continued to laugh as Grace leaned over the staircase railing and sighed. Eliot was first to notice her to which Margo turned around for. “Oh! Liv! Come here,” Margo waved her hands in her own direction. Grace threw her head back and unwillingly went down the stairs. “Question,” she whirled around to reveal a small pink bikini with gold chains covering her body. It was weird to have friends who trusted her to the point they were willing to show off their bodies to her. “Does this scream Ibiza or what?”

Shyly, Grace nodded.

“Liv,” Eliot gushed. He turned back to his packing and talked about his plans for Ibiza.

“Hey, El?” Margo stopped him. He looked up at her. “We haven’t invited anyone. Have we?”

Eliot shook his head. “No, but Ibiza’s our thing. It always has been. You can’t be serious. Dean Fogg would never allow it.”

Margo smiled, “Olivia, go grab your things. You’re coming to Ibiza with us!” Margo ran up a couple of steps to meet with Olivia. “Come on, you're going to need help packing all of those drugs in your case, ‘cause they are sure as hell coming with us,” she pulled Olivia up the stairs.

“I’ll just use a packing spell Alice taught me… Thank you, though,” Grace said uncomfortably.

“Nonsense,” Margo clapped her hands on Grace’s shoulders to stop their walking through the hallway. “I insist.”

For the next hour Grace and Margo were packing bathing suits on bathing suits, drugs on drugs, and the occasional shirt and shorts, but never anything noticeable in the pile of white and green in plastic bags. Grace had asked as a joke if everyone at Ibiza was always nude, and Margo plainly responded with a yes, then laughed hysterically. When it was all packed Margo helped Grace take the bags downstairs. Eliot was shuffling through papers and scratching his head. He was looking for some kind of spell in Arabic, or at least that’s what Grace could see from the papers and books he was rummaging through.

“I’m looking for a present for the elders who invited us, but I can't decide,” he admitted, tossing a book on the ground, frustrated.

“What did you guys do last year?” Grace asked.

Eliot opened another book. “A working bag of dicks.”

Grace immediately laughed. “Brilliant. Did they love it?”

“Oh, yes, they did…” Margo smirked, swaying her hips to the side as she bit her lip. “What are you deciding between, El?”

Eliot sighed and threw another book on the floor. It was the last book he had to throw, and all the other papers were crumpled, telling both Margo and Olivia that he was out of resources. “I heard some kids talking about a magical gin. Problem is, I only have half of the spell and there’s nothing in the cottage that even mentions the word gin.”

“Okay? So?”

“We,” he looked at both the girls, “have to go to the library.”

Margo’s face scrunched, her nose wrinkled, and it was all joined by a whine, “You must be joking.”

They had put it off all day. Margo, Eliot, and Olivia were doing everything they could to stay away from the terrible fact that they had to go to the dusty, long forgotten library somewhere in the middle of campus where all the nerds hung out. They even resulted to Google Magic for answers, but clearly everyone online didn’t have a clue or didn’t give a shit about actual magic. So the ugly truth became clear, and the three best friends walked to the library prepared to stay up until morning if they had to just to find the spell for the magic gin. When they got there, the place was empty except for the old and disgusting librarian. She was stubby, a bit overweight, and her back was hunched. Her grey hair resembled that of Albert Einstein, which made Grace want to laugh and point the joke out, but she stayed quiet. The librarian was stern, and if you made any noise louder than a whisper, she threw you out and banned you from the library, which didn’t sound all that bad to Grace, truth be told.

While Grace and Margo sat down, Eliot’s fingers skimmed over book spine’s and his eyes scanned the titles, looking for anything that could be helpful to their search. When he returned ten minutes later, he held five books. He slammed them on the table then grabbed the top book, falling into the chair next to Margo and across from Grace. Margo took the second book, and Grace the third. Upon opening the book, Grace noticed that it was all in Arabic, but when she focused on the letters she could suddenly understand everything she was reading. To make it weirder, she had never taken a foreign language class in her life, not even Spanish, and she had never seen an Arabic word in her entire life as far as she knew.

“What even is this?” Margo complained.

“It’s Arabic,” Eliot and Grace said at the same time.

“Ugh,” Margo shut her book, “A bag of dicks is sounding awfully good at the moment,” she joked, taking Eliot’s hand in hers. Grace laughed and got back to reading, taking a few notes.

“Copy that,” a man said from behind Eliot, still looking at the bookshelves. When he noticed that the attention had drifted to him, he faced them.  “My name’s Mike. You guys are reading Arabic, no?”

“We are…” Olivia answered.

“I aced it here a couple of years ago,” he began, “And without cheating.”

“Woah,” Margo whispered. The comment wasn’t made for Mike’s name or his ability to read and understand Arabic or his courage to make fun of Eliot, it was pointed at his looks. And gosh, he had looks. Grace thought to herself.

Mike did not differ from any other New Yorker, yet he managed to catch all of their eyes. Gay or otherwise. His blonde hair was cut short— definitely not long like Quentin’s or Eliot’s— He was wearing a plaid shirt with a suit coat and khakis. It was an acquired taste, supposedly. Margo was clearly suspicious of him, or jealous, Grace couldn’t quite place her finger on what Margo was feeling, or let alone the difference between the two when it did come to Margo.

“Eliot,” he held out his hand. “By the way.” Mike shook Eliot’s hand, but they didn’t let go. Grace and Margo looked to each other.

“Margo and Olivia,” Margo said, pointing to both the girls, but Eliot and Mike didn’t break gaze with one another.

By the time they were back at the cottage, they had found the spell (Without Eliot and Mike’s help, Margo would want everyone to know that it was Grace who found the information.) And when they were building for the spell, Mike and Eliot were still not helping, which irritated Margo to the point she yelled at them: “Just bang! Now!” And that’s what they did. For over two or three hours the two of them were in Eliot’s room, shaking the cottage. Literally.

“So I want everyone here to know that the two of you did nothing,” Margo snapped at the two men once they came downstairs. “Except for each other.” Margo and Grace had finished, finally, and it seemed that the boys did too. “Todd did more than you.”

Todd looked excited, but Grace gave him one nasty look and he was quiet.

“I’m sorry, Margo,” Mike said sincerely. “I really do hope that we get to know each other. You, too, Olivia.”

“Oh, um, Mike,” Eliot stopped him. “Margo and I are fortunate enough to get away with calling her Olivia… I don’t want to find you dead,” Eliot joked and looked at Grace.

She gave him a sour smile before starting the machine for the gin. It rattled for a while, then came to a stop. Nothing happened.

“Well, that was underwhelming.”

Following Eliot's comment that came too early, the bottle filled to the top with what looked to be a liquid. Margo made a snide comment and gripped the bottle, ordering Todd to get olives and glasses as she popped the cork off. The lights flickered and smoke filled the room. It wasn’t magic exactly, but instead a crappy looking, real life CGI-ed genie.

“Shit…” Eliot muttered. Noticing everyone’s confusion in the cottage, he turned to them and explained, “It’s not gin, as in: g-i-n,” —Eliot loved spelling those kinds of things out—  “It’s jinn: j-i-n-n. The Arabic word.”

Margo laughed, “No fucking way. What kind of jinn is he? Like a three wish kind o’ guy or an any wish means endless possibilities?”

Todd stepped forwards, “Actually, Margo… Because you opened the bottle and freed him, he’s in your service and will only respond to you.”

“Mental,” Grace whispered.

She watched as the jinn eased and bowed to Margo. “نعم عشيقة.” Is what he said, which Grace easily translated to: “Yes, mistress.” Then he walked to Mike, pushed Eliot out of the way, and gripped at Mike’s neck. Everyone was in a state of panic by such point because the jinn was attacking someone, and even Eliot tried to help, but the jinn and Mike disappeared as Eliot was about to trap them.

“Okay, Bambi, what the hell?” Eliot exclaimed when he stood up straight. “Why did you wish away my boyfriend?!”

Margo laughed and set down the jinn bottle on the table. She was frustrated with him and his accusations, and why he felt it was okay to treat her like shit just because they weren’t as close anymore. Or at least that’s what Grace got from the way Margo was responding. It was hard for Olivia Grace to understand what everyone was saying because they were screeching in each other’s faces and she had taken a few extra ecstasy pills once she and Margo were done packing her stuff for Ibiza.

Ibiza. That was something Grace was looking forward to while she fell onto the couch, blocking out her friend’s bickering. She needed to get away from Brakebills and Quentin, though both he and Alice were at Brakebills South and would be until the day after the girls went to Ibiza for break. Two weeks of alcohol, drugs, and sex was what Grace needed to forget everything and move on with her life. She was at Brakebills to learn magic, become like her mother and father, and live out the rest of her life as a legitimate Magician. That’s what excited Grace the most. She finally had something to put effort towards. High school was fun and all, but college and magic was really what made sense to her. Sometimes she feared magic would become an addiction too. What’s the harm in one more addiction? Grace kept reminding herself.

Just remember, Vivie, you’re the disappointment. The one who’s different from the rest of the world, loves someone for their personality and not their sexuality or gender. You’re the one who never made the cut for Brakebills until two months after the official Exam. That’s what Grace kept saying to herself, and, yes, most of it was true but it never meant she had to beat herself up about it. Liam always told her it was important to stay true to yourself and not lie to anyone about it. If people had any issues with Olivia, they’d have to talk to Liam about it, which usually meant a black eye or two and a few broken bones and teeth. Big brother’s have the tendency to be overprotective, and Grace had her protector.

Once Margo and Eliot were finally done arguing and had agreed that Margo could have possibly been responsible for Mike’s disappearance, they went on a hunt for El’s sudden boyfriend, which neither Margo nor Grace approved of. Like Eliot cared. They were headed to the library, where they met Mike. Margo admitted she thought Mike should go back from where he came, which Todd figured out was where ever they met Mike. Just so happened, that was at the library, the one place they thought they would never return to. Grace was being pulled Margo who was following a half clothed Eliot.

“You don’t think he’s mad, right?” Margo said to Grace. Olivia shrugged her shoulders as she walked on her own and not being dragged around. “I mean… They only met today, banged a couple of times in one day, and that’s it. It’s impossible for them to be in love and shit suddenly. Isn’t it?”

“Margo, why don’t you just talk to him? We go to Ibiza tonight, so talk to him before that,” Grace guided. Margo sighed and looked at Eliot’s back and his long curls, longing for her best friend. She smiled at Grace and rested her head on the Brit’s shoulder as they continued to walk. Margo Hanson may have not had Eliot Waugh wrapped around her finger anymore, but she sure had Olivia Grace under her trance—  Metaphorically speaking.

Margo was ready to leave for Ibiza, the hub of partying for Magicians. Grace was still upstairs, thinking about why she was leaving and what good would come from it if she stayed or left. But against everything running through her mind she picked up her suitcase and went to the stairs. She could hear Margo complaining about Eliot not going to Ibiza with her, but Eliot responded with an apology, followed up by him saying some things about Mike.

“But what about Olivia?” Eliot snickered, “Hm?”

There was an unauditable retort from Margo.

“Oh, come on, Bambi! Just tell me you’ll at least kiss her.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” she said, followed by something else unauditable to Grace.

“I see the way you look at her…”

Margo sighed, “It’s not that obvious,” she declared. “Is it?”

Eliot laughed. “Come here, Bambi.” Grace pictured them hugging and swaying together. “You have fun without me, you hear? And remember, sun screen, waxing, and a lot of drinking. I’ll be disappointed if you return with more than a single swimsuit.”

Grace took this as her chance to show them she was there. “Are we ready?”

Margo turned to her, “Yeah, just one more thing. Todd!” she called. Todd came running in from the kitchen as if he too were eavesdropping. “Grab a swimsuit. You’re coming to Ibiza with us ladies.”

“Actually?!” Todd jumped up and down.

“Yes. So get a move on.”

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munchkin, whiskers, tortoiseshell, treats, tail, russian blue, collar, selkirk rex, kneading

answers under fold!

top 10 songs rn! this one is tough but here’s a list in no particular order

melting vibes by the mellowells

alien blues by vundabar

egg by the garden

disappear by puzzle

small car big wheels by enjoy

song 3 by inner wave

Piedmont by destroy boys

she’s my winona by fall out boy

ghost of you by my chemical romance

gold by brockhampton

what is your current background/lockscreen: my current lockscreen is a picture of a cloud that looks like a ferret on its back. My background is a picture of a ferret you drew :3

if your house was on fire, what one object would you grab? (your pets and family are safe and chilling on the front lawn): my phone because I wanna call and talk to my friends

favorite snack? favorite drink? favorite snack-drink combo?: favorite snack might be pocky. favorite drink is guava juice or cranberry juice, my favorite combo is milk and cookies (of any kind) :3

order these from best to worst: juice, water, energy drinks, smoothies, coffee, soda, tea, hot cocoa, milkshake, slushies (all of these are really good) 

what would you describe your aesthetic/style as?: mmmm idk maybe like a punk grandmother. (religion... cottage core...... surrealism..... arson i mean................. let me make you a quilt of gods eyes burning a barn that’s just may be a church for crying lambs)

do you have a nickname? (what is it?) do you give other people nicknames? (what are they?): bambi I guess (I literally just asked you if I had a nickname rn). and I don’t really have nicknames for my friends ;w; I should make nicknames for them ;w;;;;

what are 3 things you associate yourself with?: hearts, ground beef, ferrets 

what comforts you or calms you down?: mmm idk, I’m always sorta on edge the thing that calms and comforts me most is you

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73 Accredited List of NHIS Hospitals in Benin city with their Addresses

Paying out pocket is not easy so many persons want to access their health insurance for medicare.

As your are aware, not all hospitals in Benin city have a facility where persons on the National Health Insurance Scheme can access medical services…

So, apart from government owned hospitals, what are the accredited NHIS hospitals in Benin city, Edo State, Nigeria?

The NIGERIAN HEALTH BLOG has decided to do some digging to bring you some of the NHIS hospitals in Benin city, Edo state… This will include both public and private hospitals… These hospitals are utilized by the various Hospital Management Organisations to provide medicare to their numerous clients.

List of NHIS Hospitals in Benin City Edo state, Nigeria with their addresses.

1. University of Benin Teaching Hospital , Ugbowo

2. Federal Neuropsychiatry Hospital, Uselu

3. Stella Obasanjo Hospital, Country Home, Agip

4. Central Hospital Sapele road

5. St. Philomena Catholic hospital, Dawson road

6. Modic Hospital, No. 6 Akenzue Street, Ogbe, Benin City

7. Bambi Specialist Hospital

8. Lily Hospital Limited, GRA

9. Benin Medical Centre, GRA

10. Faith Mediplex

11. Mount Gilead Hospital, Off Uselu, Lagos Road, Benin City.

12. Ise Clinic & Maternity, 37a Textile Mill Road, Benin

13. Owen Clinic, Upper Mission Road, Benin

14. Fenoma Hospital, 40A, Forestry Road, Benin City, Edo State

15. EKPEN HOSPITA, OFF AGHO STREET, OFF EKWENWAN ROAD, Edo State

16. Tona Hospital, No. 2 Igodalo Street, Off Benin Agbor Road.

17. Cina Well Point Hospital, 16b Oviasogie Street, Theresa Cath. Church Road, New Benin

18. NARROW WAY CLINIC, NO.9, S. AHAHOR STREET, OFF BENIN-AUCHI EXPRESSWAY, ADUWAWA, Edo State…

19. GENERAL HOSPITAL, IGUOBAZUWA IGUOBAZUWA, HQ OF OVIA SOUTH-WEST, LGA, Edo State.

20. ST. MARY’S HOSPITAL, 62, TEXTILIE MILL ROAD, Edo State

21. Aiwuyor Memorial Clinic, 30a, Uwa Street, Off 2nd East Circular Road, Benin City

22. Azuwa Hospital, 2nd West East, Benin City.

23. COTTAGE HOSPITAL, OBAYANTOR, OBAYANTOR, ALONG SAPELE ROAD, NEW BENIN OWENA RIVER BASIN DE, Edo State

24. ST. MARGARET’S HOSPITAL & MATERNITY NO.1, ST. MARGARET’S HOSPITAL DRIVE, UPPER SAKPOBA ROAD, BEN, Edo State

25. DSS Clinic, Benin, Edo State

26. Police Clinic

27. Naval clinic

28. Iyare Clinic, 10, Second Edokpolor Street, Off Med. Stores Road, Benin.

29. God’s Victory Clinic & Maternity, 15 Obayuwuna Street, Off Siluko Road, Benin City.

30. Time Hospital, 3,2, Agbonma Lane, Off Ekwenwa Road, Benin City.

31. Ihenyen Medical Centre, No. 22, Ogbefun Street, Off College Road, Benin City

32. Safe Haven Hospital, No 11 Erhumuse, Ehaikpen Street.

33. Lella Specialist Hospital 66, Ihama Road GRA, Oredo LGA, Benin City, Edo State

34. St. Mary Magdalene Hospital 8 Isibor Street off 3rd East Corator Rd., Off Murtala Mohd Way, Benin City

35. University of Benin Health Centre

36. 81 AMG Medical Centre, NAF Station, Benin

37. Osula Royal Hospital, 5 Idahosa Lane, Benin City

38. Lahor Research Lab. & Medical Centre, 121 Old Benin, Agbor Road, Benin City

39. Shalom Clinic & Maternity, 11, Osarumwuense Street, Off Obuaza Street, Off S/Locko Road, Benin City.

40. Our Medical Centre, No. 2 Oregbeni Street, Ikpoba Hill, Ikoba, Benin City

41. The Rock Hospital, 78B IHAMA RD GRA, Edo State

42. Niger Clinic, 42, Benin-Agbor Road, Ikpoba-Okola LGA, Benin City.

43. Morat Clinic, 5, Akugbe Str., Upper Siluko Road, Benin

44. National Institute of Oil Farm Research (NIFOR), Edo Ovia North LGA, Edo State

45. Aniso Specialist Medical Center, No. 11 2nd Federal Road, Off 4th Street, S & T Road, Off Benin. Technical College Road, Uselu, Benin City, Edo State. Nigeria. PO.Box 5083.

46. St. Rapheal Hospital, 12, Adesua Road, Oredo LGA, Benin City.

47. Ogbeide General Practice Clinic, 58, Uwa Str., off 2nd East Circular Road, Benin.

48. Radiance Clinic & Maternity, 4, Eribo Lane, off Murtala Mohammed Way, Benin

49. Hope Hospital & Maternity, 42, Costain Road, Benin, Edo State

50. Lio-la Cross Hospital, 1 Upper Wisdom Street Off 2nd East Road Benin

51. Christway Medical Centre, 31, Uwa Str., Off Murtala Mohammed Way, Benin

52. Jimon Medical Centre,10a Owina Str, off Okenwa Rd, Benin

53. Royal Crown Clinic and Maternity, 7, Okhuowaruyi Street, Benin

54. Berta Medical Centre, 35, Benin-Auchi Road, Benin

55. Irowa Medical Centre, Jos-Bazuaye Est. off Sapele Road, Benin, Edo State

56. Irele Ifijeh Hospital Limited, 22 Lucky Igbinedion Way, Ikpoba Hill, Benin City

57. Ovbioise Hospital, 2 Isibor Aigbontaen Street, Aduwawa, Benin City

58. Aimiuwu Hospital, 36 Eghosa Street Off Erhumwunse street, Benin Edo State

59. Vinda Medical Clinic, 10A First Uwa Lane, Opp. Adesuwa RD Junction, Off Sapele RD, Benin City Edo State

60. S and T Military Hospital

61. Abe Medical Clinic And Maternity, 17 Aruosa St, Off Sokponba Rd, Benin City Edo State.

62. Total Health Care, 20, Ayo-Idiaghe Street,Isiohor,Benin Edo State

63. Edi International Hospital, No. 1,Coronation Drive, Off Adeyan Avenue ,G.R.A Benin City Edo State

64. Bazuaye Hospital, 34 Costain Rd, New Benin Edo State

65. Enofe Medical Centre, 5 Ajayi Street Off Okpagha Rd,Eyaen,Edo State.

66. Fountain Of Life Specialist Hospital, 3B Ogbesasa Street, Off Sapele Road Edo State

67. Quality Medical Centre, 25, Erinmwiogha Street, Opposite Benin Technical College Road, Benin City Edo State

68. Bethel Faith Medical Centre Plot 11 and 12,Jos Bazuaye Layout, Erediawa Street, Off Ekenwan Road, Benin City,Edo State

69. Standard Medical Clinic And Maternity No. 14,Eyeye St,Off Uwasota, Ugbowo,Benin City, Edo State

70. Ebony Medical Centre, 59 Uwasota Rd, Ugbowo Benin City Edo State

71. Suyi Hospital, No. 110/112, MM Way, Benin City Edo State.

72. Isda Hospital, 4,Aghavbere Street, Off Agbonkina Street Off Benin/Abraka Road, Idogbo Community, Benin Edo State

73. Enoma Medical Center, 3,Hospital Road, Off Old Benin Agbor Road, Ogbeson, Benin Edo State

This list of NHIS hospitals in Benin city is not exhaustive as more and more hospitals with time, will be approved for NHIS services by the different HMOs.

#nhis #hmo #edo #benin #insurance #health #sage response

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Bands, 11:11 💕✨

Bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way-

Omg I have way too many so I’ll just pick one band! im about to be a simp for Hippo Campus cuz ouf, do they mean so much to me... so I’ve been listening to them for a while now and their music has helped me through so many weird stages in my life and at times when I couldn’t find the words for things, their music said it for me which is corny but tru lol Pretty much the entire lyrics to No Poms, Bambi and Vacation are life changers :)

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them-

Ouf wishes are always tough but I’d go with 1) World Peace, because boy do we need it 2) For the people I love to always be happy and healthy, because it speaks for itself I guess 3) To live comfortably and happy in a life that allows me to pursue my passions p.s also to do it in a cottage or beach house :)

Thanks for the ask my dear! ❤️⭐️

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COME ON, PERK UP. WON’T YOU SMILE FOR ME?

BIDDI BOPPI BOOP A SPECIAL MESSAGE ADMIN ZULEMA: another flawless app brought to you by Audrey herself. Once again you’ve captured a character beautifully in your app. I tried to give as much depth and life to Sorrel as I could and you managed to run with that and give her even more. I truly do love to see it. I can confidently speak for Kiara and I when I say we’re are so happy to finally have a Sorrel. I know she’s in the best hands possible. i’m excited to see you bring her to life ! Please refer to THIS PAGE for your next tasks. We can’t wait to roleplay with you. Welcome to our Ohana xx.

It’s a pleasure to meet you…

it’s still me, Audrey!  here with hopefully a second angel for everyone <3

Are you positive you can be active?

As much as I can be !

How did you stumble upon Walt?

Already here <3

Did you read the rules?

you know it !

Are you sure?

Please answer the following: Who could Hercules date? whoever he would like 2 as long as it makes him happy i would like good things for him please: (

Character you want?

Sorrel White.

Please describe the character for us

Sorrel, to me, is an incredibly self-sacrificing person. she’d put everyone above her own safety and wellbeing. this doesn’t come from a place of self-hatred or lack of self-worth. Instead,  her selfless actions come from what her father taught her growing up. Sorrel loved her father, more than anything – & now,  she feels if that she acts selfishly or ignores others wellbeing, she’d be doing a disservice to him and all that he taught her. She is, unfortunately, the last of him that remains in this world and thus – she feels she needs to do her very best to defend his honour and act just as he would of.

yet,  she isn’t always as brave, and her bones aren’t as strong as his, and sometimes she can’t help but sway in the wind where she would want to stand just a little bit firmer. that isn’t to say she just lets people walk over her,  but she often finds that she’s unable to succinctly draw the line that her father could of being selfless, generous and caring whilst defending herself & what she believes in. she is getting better. she is now learning; but just after her fathers’ death, she struggled with it the most, being put through the most horrendous tasks by her step-mother. she gave in to her whims without question at first,  only assuming that’s how her father probably would have encouraged her to act, for, they loved each other? Sorrel never saw regina with any kind of motherly view, but if it was someone her father cared for, that meant they should be deserving of her love too – and that how they treated her? well, there was most likely a reason for it.

When she learnt what the queen really had planned for her, part of Sorrel broke that day. Bambi eyes spread wide at the movement of the huntsmans’ axe. In a second, before the weapon tore through porcelain skin, she learnt that people’s intentions are not always good. and she cannot assume that everyone is as deserving of her affections. It took a little bit of time for that trauma to … actually sink in though.  she couldn’t not help out those dwarves ! ^^ & perhaps this time her trust wasn’t misplaced, but they helped her grapple with the unspoken trauma she had suffered. not only did she gain 7 new family members, but seven friends. She knew, she would have to live them behind when word of her survival began to spread. Not only for her safety, but for theirs. If the queen was after her head, then her pure presence would put those hiding her in the path of danger too. She can’t help but think of others before herself, even throughout everything she’s experienced, she still clings to her dad’s teachings like a lifeboat in the tumutulous storm of her life. Her positive attitude and caring voice is her one rock, well, her other rock is her love for horticulture and cooking. But the latter two are more just additional coping mechanisms than anchors to help keep her grounded.

In …. she is trying to keep a low profile to avoid further danger, yet,  she often forgets that and still does her best. She runs errands for her neighbours and refuses to take anything in thanks, always tips 30% despite not having the most savings, and goes to feed the ducklings at the parks’ pond on her daily walks no matter rain or sun. the world can be falling around her, but not only is she a naturally pleasant person, she clings to the little habits of her father. for as long as she acts in his steed, in his manners, then she knows he’s always with her.

Second character choice

n/a

It’s time to see that sample para.

Sorrel barely caught her own reflection in the ripples of the lake;          brown doe eyes only briefly casting across the ruptured surface. Instead of being transfixed with her beauty, not a sin in and of itself – just not something sorrel was so particularly interested in, she was just so focused on the glint of scales beneath the waters skin. and how all the goldfish came up as if to say hello, puckering the surface with their fishy lips. the animals who once skittered at the sight of her, now buzzed where the light could hit them. perhaps they knew that sorrel was a kind and kindred spirit of nature, or perhaps, more likely, they had realised she most always brought left over fish food. ( the scorched crumbs of the bread she had burned testing out the new oven. )

 “ now, now,   no need to squabble. i’ve brought enough food for everyone, “

words punctuated in-between light rounds of laughter, ringing as clear as wedding bells. she’d found this area of the park to be secluded enough that she could let her guard down as much as she liked. The silk scarf around her black hair loosened ever so lightly. it was odd  … for it to be so quiet, relaxing and unnerving at the same time. she missed the bustle of living in such a rowdy cottage, and she missed her friends from the castle too, she missed – - no. there were many men missing in her life by this point, and dwelling on them in silence was going to do her no good. this is why she disliked silence, she thought bitterly, too much time alone left her mind wandering in dark forests were girls shouldn’t wander off too on their own.

before it even really crossed her mind, she began to hum out of habit, a tune she had heard thousands of times before. heard so many times that the majority of the words had devolved into faint syllables in the back of her mind. a bird soon joined in, then two, a third bluebird flying down from a tree to perch on a jutting out rock. red lips pulled into a smile,  suddenly,  like a weight lifted from her shoulders, the grey clouds were parting and she no longer felt so alone in this new town.

singing rounds in a hushed tone, sorrel stayed there in contempt for a small passage of time – comfortable if only for a brief moment of time.  the sounds of voices drawing ever nearer, and the heavy pounding of boots sends a shock down her spine – her mind draws a blank and eyes see a flash of silver. she’s … imagining things? she hopes, at the very least, just an overactive imagination. she pulled her scarf tightly around cropped raven hair and gathered her belongings, not until she had shaken the last of the crust crumbs out of the bag. she heard the fish give her one last round of applause as she hastily brushed out her skirt. moving from the almost desolate park into the city streets, sorrel did her best to blend in with the crowd of nameless faces, but one thing still set her apart – apple red lips pulled into a light smile, knowing, or at least hoping, that things would look up from here.  

Anything else, love?

could i please change the fc to park sooyoung (joy) if possible? ty!

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hi owl, it's bambie! i'm here to do some summer cleaning! i'm gonna be dropping a few characters & reserving one. for the drop list, it will be these people: kyojuro rengoku, demon slayer, suite 5; renee hope blasey / wraith, apex legends, chalet 10; kazuha kaedehara, genshin impact, cottage 6; niko morinaga, jujutsu kaisen oc, cottage 3; lucille "lucy" angelos, oc, chalet 9; astrid, oc, floor 1. as for the reserve, i'd like Mizuki Date from AI: Nirvana Initiative. today is 7/10, ty! ♥

hi bambie! no problem, that's been done for you! KYOJURO RENGOKU, RENEE HOPE BLASEY (WRAITH), KAZUHA KAEDEHARA, NIKO MORINAGA, LUCILLE "LUCY" ANGELOS, and ASTRID have been dropped MIZUKI DATE has been reserved -mod rallentando 🦉 

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Fic: “Movin’ Out (Quentin’s Song”) for the 2017 Welters Challenge Week 3

Movin’ Out (Quentin’s Song)

Author: Lexalicious70

Fandom: The Magicians (TV)

Word Count: 1,869

Rating: Teen

Genre: Episode related (1x02 “The Source of Magic”)

Warnings: None

Summary: For Quentin, moving into the Physical Kids cottage was like stepping into a home he never knew existed.

Notes: This is for @thewelterschallenge, Week 3: “The Unseen or What You Want.” I don’t own The Magicians, this is just for fun. Comments and kudos are magic! Enjoy. Title inspired by Billy Joel.

Read it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11392305

Movin’ Out (Quentin’s Song)

By Lexalicious70 (The ChampagneKing70)

 If that's what you have in mind

Yeah, if that's what you're all about,

Good luck, moving up, 'cause I'm movin' out!

 Quentin whistled the same three bars of the Billy Joel song repeatedly and sang the words in his head as he packed his battered suitcase. He knew he was risking Penny coming out of nowhere to take his head off his shoulders, but even the threat of his belligerent roommate (ex-roommate!) couldn’t quell the excitement he felt.

 Magic was real, Eliza had figured out a way for him to stay at Brakebills, and now he was being moved to the Physical Kids Cottage to round out the number of students living there. While Quentin knew he wasn’t really a Physical Kid and they had yet to truly figure out his discipline, the abilities he’d shown so far were close enough to earn him a place at the cottage—that beautiful cottage—with Eliot, Margo, and the rest of that enigmatic group.

 Quentin slammed his suitcase shut and headed down the dorm stairs. His heart was filled with a sensation he almost didn’t recognize, and then he grinned as he reached the bottom step.

 That’s happy. I’m happy!

 He pushed the glass-and-metal door open and stepped outside into a cloudburst that threw down moderately heavy rain on him, but Quentin stepped onto the path that led to the cottage anyway. Directly to his right, the sun was shining, and the peak of the building was like a beacon. He hunched his shoulders a little against the surprisingly cold rain and walked toward the cottage. As he got closer, he walked out of the cloudburst and pushed back his lank, dripping hair. He rounded a slight turn and the cottage came into full view. He took it in for a moment and admired its twin brick chimneys, its grand, peaked roof, its landscaped lawn. Laughter reached him and he saw Eliot and Margo on the side lawn, standing next to a small barbeque grill set up next to the patio. It was smoking sullenly, probably thanks to the cloudburst. Despite this, Margo and Eliot were laughing, with Eliot managing to look handsome and dapper in a polo and plaid shorts. Margo held an umbrella and as Quentin watched, Eliot cast a spell over the barbeque and it roared to life. He and Margo burst into laughter, as if they’d done that very same thing hundreds of times but it was still amusing to them. Eliot glanced in his direction and raised a long arm, a grin lighting up his face. Quentin felt something quiver in the pit of his belly—excitement or maybe something else he couldn’t name.

 “Quentin!” Eliot exclaimed, and Margo echoed him in a sing-song manner. “Get over here . . . join the party! Hurry up, sad sack!” Eliot chuckled as he walked over to them. “Oh my God, it’s not like we’ve got all day!”

 “We’re so drunk.” Margo admitted, and Eliot nodded as he set down his spatula.

 “Okay, so we’ve got all day!” He slung an arm around Quentin and pulled him up onto the patio and then through a side door as he and Margo continued to laugh.

 The air inside the cottage was rich and smoky and filled with a variety of exotic smells Quentin knew were probably spell ingredients. Eliot pointed here and there.

 “There’s the couch, that’s where people hang out—or pass out—mostly at night. There’s a reading nook with a secret door, you’ll probably love that. There’s the bar, the kitchen is that way, the downstairs bathroom is to the right and down the hall from there. Now come on, let me show you your room.” Eliot led them up the stairs and to the landing, where there were three doors on each side, each them painted in varying two-tone colors. Eliot opened a door that was painted in off white and hunter green and Quentin smiled.

 “How did you know green is my favorite color?” He asked Eliot, who lifted a shoulder.

 “I made an educated guess based on the color scheme of your extremely limited wardrobe. Here, put those on the bed.” Eliot said, taking his suitcase and messenger bag. “God, what’s in this bag? Did you murder a dwarf on your way here and you’ve stashed the body in it?”

 “No! I mean . . . it’s just some books. My—uhm. My Fillory books, and some textbooks and a few library books.”

 Eliot and Margo exchanged pity-filled glances before Eliot sighed.

 “Please don’t tell me your suitcase is also filled with books?” He popped the latches open and Quentin took a step forward.

 “Hey—I mean, no, there might be a few more in there but that’s mostly my clothes and personal stuff—you don’t have to help me unpack!” Quentin said, and Margo rounded the bed.

 “But it’s tradition, Quentin! The more experienced students help the new ones settle in.” She put an arm around Eliot, who smiled down at her. “And there’s no one here more experienced than we are.”

 “Oh.” Quentin felt his cheeks warm. Eliot smiled.

 “Besides! If there’s anything incriminating or embarrassing in here, we won’t tell! Unless it’s especially juicy.”

 Quentin was starting to get the feeling that these two enjoyed watching him squirm.

 “Let’s see . . .” Eliot glanced at the closet door and it opened obediently. Several hangers floated across the room and into his hand and he tossed them down onto the bed. Quentin shifted his weight as Eliot began to lift clothing out of the suitcase. He reached for one of his sweaters and a hanger, only to have Eliot smack his hand sharply. Quentin yelped and yanked it back.

 “What was that for?” He demanded, and the older magician wagged a long, thin finger at him.

 “You never—” Eliot showed him a hanger for emphasis, “—hang a sweater on a hanger! Not even on a plastic one and never, ever, on a wire one!”

 “No—wire—hangers!” Margo screeched, brandishing one at Quentin, who flinched away and gave her an incredulous look before she and Eliot cracked up again. Their laughter trailed off when they realized Quentin wasn’t joining in and Eliot shook his head.

 “Please tell me you get the reference.”

 “Not exactly?” Quentin hedged, and Eliot closed his eyes in a way one might upon hearing a treasured family pet had died.

 “You’ve seriously never seen Mommie Dearest?” He asked at last, and Quentin shook his head.

 “You mean the movie about Jane Crawford?”

 Eliot put a hand over his heart and stared at Quentin in offense.

 “It’s Joan Crawford!”

 “Joan! Right, sorry. And no.”

 “Oh you poor, poor boy.” He glanced over at Margo. “Put that on our list of things to do.” He said, and Margo smiled and nodded.

 “I don’t think I’ve ever watched it with someone who’s never seen it! Awww.” She petted Quentin’s arm. “A Joanie virgin!”

 “I’m not—” Quentin turned to Eliot, who now had his sweaters folded in a neat pile and was carefully looping his jeans over the hangers. “And why don’t we hang up sweaters, exactly?”

 “Because it stretches out the material, Quentin, and severely shortens the life of the garment!” He looked down at the pile as his lips puckered with distaste. “Although in this case, these sweaters dying a death uglier than they are might be considered a blessing.” Eliot opened a drawer and set them inside, his gentle handing of them taking the sting out of his words. Quentin found himself smiling.

 “I like my sweaters.”

 “I understand. They’re an important component in your nerd aesthetic.” He tossed a bag of toiletries to Margo. “Will you find an empty basket in the upstairs bathroom for those, Bambi?”

 “Sure.” She caught the bag with more dexterity that Quentin would have thought her capable of and sauntered out. Eliot hung Quentin’s jeans in the closet and watched him unpack his messenger bag.

 “Is that the whole set of the Fillory books?” He asked as Quentin set them on the shelf by the bed.

 “Yeah. They’re—uhm . . . sort of a hobby for me. Ever read them?”

 “No! Of course not.” Eliot rubbed his hands together and slipped his favorite ring off and on his finger a few times. “I mean . . . not since I was a kid. I may have read them back then. It’s hard to remember.”

 “I understand if you don’t want to admit it. I know it’s stupid. I get a lot of second-hand embarrassment vibes from people when they see these.” Quentin ran a hand over the books and kept his back to Eliot so he wouldn’t have to see the other magician’s expression—one of pity, probably, or even derision. It was quiet for a moment, and then Eliot’s shadow fell over Quentin as he stepped close. Quentin froze, his heart beating too hard. He could smell Eliot’s cologne, something subtle and smoky, like wet cedar mixed with myrrh.

 “I don’t think they’re stupid. Are they first editions?”

 “Uh huh.”

 “Old books have a magic all their own, Quentin. I know you told me you didn’t know you were a magician, but maybe some part of you did.” One of Eliot’s big, elegant hands fell on his right shoulder and turned him. Their chests were nearly touching. Quentin folded his arms tightly across his, but then something between them, something he couldn’t name, made him look up. Eliot’s eyes, deep-set and an intriguing mix of sherry, hazel, and amber, gazed down into his. Quentin’s throat went dry.

 “Uhhm.” Was all he could manage.

 “Don’t sell yourself short.” Eliot said softly, and then he was stepping back as Margo came striding back into the room.

 “Remind me to repair the self-cleaning spell in that bathroom or take stock in Glade.” She wrinkled her nose and then read the room before giving Eliot a look. Yellow light, it said. Eliot give her a quick nod before clapping his hands together.

 “Well! Shall we all head downstairs for a cocktail? I have so much to teach this one about drinking, and the night is still young.”

 “Sure. Let’s go.” Margo nodded, leading the boys out of the room. Quentin could feel Eliot’s presence behind him and unlike so many other times when he’d been around people, he felt more reassured than anxious. It eased something in his chest, and he found himself smiling for the second time that day.

 Many hours later, tipsy on Eliot’s cocktails, a feeling of independence, and on magic itself, Quentin fell into his bed and rolled up in the blankets until he resembled a makeshift burrito. The covers of his Fillory books gleamed in the moonlight coming in through the window opposite the shelf, and Quentin traced the familiar lettering on the spine with his eyes. Laughter, Eliot’s mixed with Margo’s, drifted up from downstairs and he closed his eyes to focus on it. To commit it to memory. It warmed him more than the blankets he’d wrapped himself in. A bubble of something light and fragile took seed in his chest and then blossomed until Quentin found himself grinning in the dark.

 This is happy.

 FIN