#pretell

[jimmypesto]

someone…stole my cup….from the break room

[adribosch-fan]

La viuda de Navalni le da a Europa el secreto para derrotar a Putin: “Dejad de ser aburridos”

Yulia Navalnaya, viuda del opositor ruso Alexéi Navalni, compareció ante el Parlamento Europeo para denunciar el asesinato de su esposo por órdenes de Putin en una cárcel rusa y pedir a la UE que luche por una Rusia libre Foto: Reuters. Por Enrique Andrés Pretel. Estrasburgo Yulia Navalnaya, viuda del líder opositor ruso Alexéi Navalni, compareció el miércoles ante el pleno del Parlamento…

[duskymrel]

Part 9 of TWST as my friend group quotebook

Not as many with me in this one but my friends are hilarious. Also, as always, any line with a '^' before it was said, done, or about yours truly <3

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^Leona: I’m fine with using psychological warfare on your children, just don’t hit them

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^Cater: *does the rock and roll sign with his hand*

^Cater: *pokes himself in the eye with his pinky finger*

^Cater: FUCK-

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Idia: I have two brain cells left and they both wanna lick electrical outlets.

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Trey: how much does a chimney cost

Riddle: On average, the cost to replace a chimney starts at around $3,100 and ranges to around $15,400, for an average chimney replacement cost of $9,300.

Trey: nothing! It's on the house!

Trey: oh

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Epel: black dogs are so much better than white dogs

Jack: Hey :((

Ace: racist

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Lilia: crispity crunchity munchities snip snap crackerjack crispums

Silver: What

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Idia: im going back to drawing the big boy whoever interrupts my incessant fangirling with more bottom of the pit ao3 garbage (or anything of the sort) will be met with severe, non-verbal judgement

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Ruggie: Leona they're making jokes about my dead parents

Ace: Yes we are

Epel: Cry about it!

Leona: run over their parents

Leona: let's see how THEY like it

Ruggie: brilliant mind

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Floyd: lol bloody noses are fun because leaning over the trash can means i get to play the fun game called "paint it all red"

Floyd: my entire trash can is red and I've won the game

Rook: you are your own breed of human and I love it

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Cater: Idia I'm lowering my standards for you 😔

Idia: You wouldn't be the first 😔

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Azul, to Jamil: if you ever wrong me im going to catch cockroaches off my back porch and put them in a little glass jar and release them in your home

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Ace: i personally use marijuana for laundry

Ace: all natural and prevents colors from fading

Epel: Pretell what is the best drip for the practice of laundry 🧐

Deuce: oh sick I just use cocaine because it clings to the clothes for a longer lasting effect

Jack: Wow

^Epel: i actually like fentanyl it prevents static and lint and smells great!

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Idia: hoodie pockets are amazing

Idia: I can fit like 3 grenades and a sandwich in here and my hands are still warm

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Epel: Women are confusing

Leona: 🤨

Malleus: 🤨

Vil: 🤨

Riddle: 🤨

Azul: 🤨

Epel: I sense I made a mistake

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Idia: god the primal urge to take your favorite character and just squeeze them in your clenched fist like a little stress toy

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Azul: We're going back in time to take whatever the hell that was off the menu‼️

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[aufaits]

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It’s not that jetlag hits hard. It’s not even that jetlag hits at all. But there’s a faint sense of something churning in her gut, nostalgia mixed with the way that naps never sit quite right, her whole body bleeding with discombobulation and bemusement. If we are to say (and on occasion some do) that certain emotions rest in assorted parts of the body, then her current state—  unmoored, bewildered, unraveled—  lingers in her eyes and teeth, a warmth reaching inward, paralyzing her with indecision.

Across the room, the email still beeps at her, the pretel half devoured and immediately forgotten. She knows that she ought to reread —  ought to send her thanks in return, be as peppy as the stranger on the other line, but the headache still lingers, her body is still dragged back into her bed. Around her, the items of her room sit in disarray, her books in lackluster piles, the cold light spilling through the windows, casting shadows in strange shapes.

She wants — to walk, to see, to meet —  but the mess captures her in its spiral. An hour later, and still she sits ensconced in her blankets, knowing that she will only have this for a time. Soon, she will have to be herself again. Soon, she will have to be Vivien, put her own name in her mouth and remind everyone what that means. Soon, the room will return to the precise thing that she has always known.

But for this moment —  for this point in time where she hangs in the in-between, not herself and not another, the amorphous nature of a body in travel, time passes like a liquid substance, light as the only marker of it’s transitory nature. For this moment she becomes like mercury too, never bound to a solid form, a solid mode of measurement.

And then the cold sets in, and she returns to herself.

[vanellygal]

"Hey fuck-wad, who are you? I haven't seen you around here before, but somehow you give me major deja vu vibes" (AMlet meets AMsel)

The redhead whipped his head around to face AMlet. "Excuse me?!". He grabbed onto AMlet's shirt, and hoisted him up. "I am not a fuck-wad, you oompa loompa!". He growled in anger. Then he noticed AMlet's eyes, and they matched his own.

"Wait, you're-". He released AMlet, and took a moment to process. "...By Gosh, you're the second me I've met today.". He paused for a moment. "Is every other version of me short?!". He complained, and threw his hands in the air to over exaggerate. "Since you really wanted to know, I'm Amsel.". He huffed, and crossed his arms.

"I am not from here, I just happened to be venturing on my own. Is that crime?.". AMsel sassed. "Now pretell, where exactly..am I?". He glanced about.

@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais

[somegirlontheinternet135]

As we travel deeper and deeper down the Timekeeper rabbit hole. It about time we cover an agenda, something what I think Cookie Run fandom lacks and needs more of:

Say it with me now. . .

TIMEKEEPER👏ANCIENT HERO👏INTERACTIONS!!👏

Oh, the gold mine of opportunities we are sitting on!!

Ok, call me sick, twisted, or whatever. But The Ancient Heroes. . . I like to torture them. . .

Now hear me out!-

I do like seeing them happy, like have you seem polyancient or purelily ship art?! IT'S ADORABLE!!! Sure, the voice in my head says "aww cute", the second, just as loud, voice in head says "I want a ungodly amount of suffering to come to you. . ."

But what can worse than their already going through in the orginal plot? Look no further attention to my AU

To this rant less of an essay: PV and friends accidentally summon Timekeeper, and in order to save not only Earthbread but their overall existence, they have be TK's playthings. The kicker? This takes in the further future of the game, when Dark Enchantress converts back into White Lily, adding more to the pain factor

So what pretell is worse than fighting your best friend or learning your true purpose in life? Why not become the Barbie dolls of a being who can kill you within an instant?!

What's that? They're all technically immoral??? Well strap in folks cause it's a faith worse than death!!!

Going off topic here, I also think their dynamic would be interesting. Think about it: The Ancient Heros, a bunch of old farts who are fresh out of a war, enjoy the simpler things in life, and wanna get into a routine; but Timekeeper is rambunctious, lives for entertainment, and hates routine to a T

All that being said, get to the important stuff here, their relationship; other than it's the equivalent of having a bomb strapped to your back or being held at gunpoint

We'll cover each hero one by one☆

Pure Vanilla Cookie: He's willing to do anything for Earthbread, even if that means becoming the literal boy-toy of time itself. Was the first in the group to say "Guys, if we don't do this, we'll all dead!" Overall, the most accepting of his faith. Is he terrified? Absolutely! Put into consideration that TK is stronger than what DE could or will ever be. Also, though not totally understanding their hobbies or musical interest, he still cheers them on or even indulges in it, likely being forced

Golden Cheese Cookie: Possibly the easiest to win over, the two have a lot in common and connected easily. Although at first, she didn't know what to feel about TK when they first show up. Golden was egotistical, believing her powers surpassed all, but when the Timekeeper, a being stronger than not just her but DE, shows up, it almost shatters Golden's ego, especially since they're a blur when they fight. Like PV, she doesn't understand their interest in musical theater, in fact doesn't see the liking of musical theater in general

Hollyberry Cookie: Her first thought was definitely "Oh what's the worst thing that can happen?" Everything. Every. f*cking. thing. Home girl just wanted to protect her kingdom and friends from threats, and no amount protection is gonna help us with *that*. But, Holly trusts PV, believing that in order to save their kingdoms and the world, is to let TK get their way, and it somewhat works? Also, Holly learns very quickly that Timekeeper isn't affected by alcohol berry juice. Very quickly don't ask why

White Lily Cookie: And she thought Dark Enchantress was scary. Seriously, the poor thing was/still is terrified of Timekeeper. To think, a happy life with her friends, with PV, all thrown out the window. Like Holly, Lily trusts Pure Vanilla with every inch in her body and also believes that letting TK do what they wanted with them was the safest option, you know how when you're of scared or uninterested in something, but as time goes on, you grow more curious of it? That's what happens with Lily. She gains more and more curious and almost intrigued by TK. An example of this is through theater, whenever TK performs, Lily watches in awe and adoringly. Timekeeper to Lily's eyes is like mother tiger, beautiful and magnificent beast yes, but better a few feet away, or behind glass

Dark Cacao Cookie: Legit thought TK was hell spawn the minute they showed up, diffidently the hardest egg to crack, even making the dumb decision of wanting to fight them. After learning how dire the situation actually was, and fighting was in fact, not an option, he decides he wanted nothing to do with him. All those years of prepping, preparing for war, now fruitless when dealing with Timekeeper. This obviously, doesn't work considering they destroy the citadel's wall within a second, or the fact they just teleport to him at a given moment. Even when he does warm up to TK, he still finds them annoying

And the final touch would be bonus head canons:

☆Timekeeper does crazy and or messed-up sh*t just for the pure sensation of the five's reaction. They also make sure it isn't consistent pattern, so they never know their next move

☆TK likes touching faces, especially if it's Pure Vanilla's, they like squishing his cheeks. That could be cause very touch-starved

☆At a given moment, TK had jump-scared several people by teleporting into a room or behind someone

☆White Lily finds herself "stalking" Timekeeper whenever they're alone to learn more about them, jotting notes in a little journal. It normally ends TK leaving only to appear it right behind her

☆After finding out they're not affected by alcohol, Holly and Cheese like testing TK's different abilities by arranging these different bets

☆Despite their amount of power, they love playing a good game of "cat and mouse" with Dark Cacao and creme wolves, just annoying him long enough so gives chase

☆TK is quite diverse with it comes to musical instrument, the one they play the most is the piano. Their favorite music genres is both eclectic and normal swing, so if I they get to be in the same room as a piano, you're in for fun night

☆The ancient heroes can all chilling for a second before being dragged into some crazy shenanigans by TK, whether that be one of their hobbies or musical theater fun

☆ Since Golden Cheese and Pure Vanilla both hang out with TK the most, the two learn alot about importance of performance and showmanship

☆ The other ancient heroes constantly give Dark Cacao sh*t for getting involved with TK

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Going into 'angst' territory, with Timekeeper being around, it impacts the friendship of the five heroes. On one side, we have Dark Cacao Cookie, who refuses to be some 'object' and wants to take action, but then you got everyone else who thinks fighting back would be pointless and making them happy and entertained is their best, and safest option. Dark Cacao being dramatic, questions whether or not their friendship means anything, and decides he wants nothing to them also. Which to their defense, it's not like they don't agree with him, it just that DC's plan was kinda stupid and escalate quickly

And there you have it folks, multiple paragraphs talking about another hyperfixation I have. First ramble of the year

[marvelnatswhore]

Im good !!! Im glad you're feeling better now <3 im craving mcdonalds & a boba milk tea so badlyy, and :(( what happened to your phone? Im so sorry :(( you should go to other repair centers and see if they can try to back up some things !! ooh and you're leaving the country?:0 stay safe!!!!!!!!! -- somebody thinks we're cute ooo :> anw nevertheless, take care my dearest loveliest pretel!!

-💍💍👾

you should get some <3

that's where i sent it but they said it was "corrupted" and did a factory reset so literally everything on it is gone, and nothing was backed up properly so i've lost everything.

yeah i don't think i'll be active much for that week :/

<3

[gildinbainas]

❝  do you even realize what you do to me?  ❞ /Beschu @ Atem

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY & PILLOW TALK PROMPTS

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

No,  he  didn't,  and  that  was  probably  why  Atem  always  looked  so  confused  by  the  looks  he  would  get  from  @nvrcmplt.  He  didn't  understand  how  someone  he  had  no  recollection  of  could  look  upon  him  so  fondly.  The  shapeshifter  ( whom  he  now  knew  as  a  'hellhound' )  had  taken  to  being  his  shadow  although  Atem  wondered  if  that  had  always  been  the  case.  There  were  times  before  that  vicious  attack  in  the  alley  when  Atem  would  get  the  feeling  he  was  being  watched.  He'd  look  up  and  around  but  see  nothing  of  note,  chalking  it  up  to   his  own  paranoia  about  being  given  another  chance  by  the  gods.  The  Egyptian  Gods  had  been  cruel  to  him  before.  Why  should  he  believe  he  would  survive  this  time  around  without  having  to  ---  yet  again  ---  sacrifice  his  soul?  He  didn't  believe  it  and  therefore  was  never  fully  at  ease  with  his  new  life.

But  things  were  oddly  (  and  slowly  )  changing.  The  growing  paranoia  he  used  to  face  was  subsiding  some,  mostly  because  Beschu  was  always  around.  It  had  taken  Atem  some  time  to  realize  the  shaggy  black  dog  often  lurking  in  the  park's  shadows  was  the  very  one  who  had  rescued  him  that  night.  That  night  was  kind  of  a  blur,  with  images  so  gruesome  he  was  sure  his  mind  had  purposely  blocked  them  out.  But  he  remembered  fangs  and  claws  tearing  at  flesh  and  then  the  face  of  a  stranger  gently  brushing  his  cheek.  The  stranger's  eyes  had  seemed  so  sad  and  though  terribly  shaken,  Atem  did  not  run.  However,  the  fear  in  amethyst  eyes  had  forced  Beschu  to  back  off.  He  gave  Atem  some  space  in  human  form  but  kept  watch  as  a  hound,  often  lurking  but  rarely  seen.

Fast  forward  months  later  to  the  here  and  now.  Beschu's  hand  was  tracing  a  scar  on  Atem's  chest  that  his  majesty  couldn't  quite  remember  receiving.  He  supposed  he  always  had  such  a  scar,  but  Bes's  fingers  and  look  upon  his  face  said  otherwise.

❝You  know  something  of  my  scar.  Pretell,  speak.❞  And  it  was  most  unlike  the  ex-pharaoh  to  allow  touching.  His  touch  aversion  was  the  absolute  worst  and  yet  he  did  not  feel  disgusted  by  Bes'  touch.  Only  strange...  nervous  even,  but  not  disgusted.

❝That  scar  was  left  behind  the  day  I  found  you  dead  in  the  sands,"  he  answered  quietly.

❝Oh...❞  Oh,  indeed.  Atem  didn't  recall  much  about  his  death  day.  Just  nightmares  that  were  likely  about  the  incident.  Great  fires  reigned  down  over  Egypt,  children  screaming  and  then  he  could  hear  himself  gasping,  drawing  his  last  breath...  

He  looked  away,  but  it  was  Bes'  larger  hand  cupping  his  cheek  and  forcing  eye  contact.  "Please...  do  you  even  realize  what  you  do  to  me?❞  His  eyes,  though  oft  respectful  in  nature,  seemed  to  struggle.  Whereas  eyes  only  ever  looked  upon  him  in  sadness,  they  were  now  showing  a  hunger  that  had  the  monarch  quite  conflicted.

He  didn't  know  him.  That  is  to  say,  he  didn't  remember  Bes  at  all,  but  he  knew  things...  Was  well  learned  in  the  ways  of  Egypt,  its  court  and  the  gods.  Surely  this  could  not  be  some  act  to  catch  him  with  his  guard  down  right?  Surely  Bes  would  have  killed  him  long  ago  if  that  was  the  endgame  right?

Bes  eventually  lowered  his  gaze,  head  down  in  a  submissive  stance.  Eventually  Bes  rolled  over,  turning  his  back  to  Atem.  ❝I...  apologize.  I  should  not  push  so  much  when  you  have  been  through  enough  as  is.  I  apologize  my  pharaoh.❞

And   he  wasn't  wrong.  Bes  shouldn't  push  so  much.  At  the  same  time,  this  was  the  first  time  Bes  had  vocalized  his  desire.  For  months  he  followed  along  without  so  much  as  a  word  most  days.  His  eyes  were  oft  sad  but  never  anything  that  indicated  much  more  than  that.

Atem  was  afraid.  He  was  afraid  for  an  array  of  reasons.  No  one  had  touched  him  since  his  return.  He  hadn't  allowed  it.  Even  now  the  idea  almost  squicked  him,  but  he  trusted  Bes.  He  didn't  really  understand  why  either.  He  just...did.  And  so  this  time  it  was  Atem  moving,  inching  closer  to  Bes’  form on  the  bed  and  gently  placing  a  jeweled  hand  upon  his  shoulder.  His  majesty  chewed  his  bottom  lip  briefly  before  responding.

❝No...  I  do  not  know  what  it  is  that  sparks  such  devotion  to  a  king  who  does  not  exist  any  longer.  I  do  ---  don't...  know  what  I  do  to  you  but  perhaps...❞  He  breathes.  ❝Perhaps...  you  can...  show  me?❞

And  by  the  gods  he  knew  what  he  was  asking.  There  was  only  one  way  to  interpret  that  statement  but  was  he  ready?  was  this  the  right  call?  The  only  way  to  know  for  certain  was  to  take  this  chance...  if  Bes  was  willing...

[singofus-a]

@mageiia​ asked: ❛  hey  daddio  ,  try  this  .  ❜  she  holds  out  a  candy  coated  pretzel  ,  dipped  in  some  kind  of  chocolately  -  looking  substance  .  mini  chocolate  chips  reflect  off  the  sunlight  in  her  apartment  ,  half  embedded  in  the  chocolate  .  come  to  think  of  it  ,  it  kind  of  looks  like  brownie  batter  . 

umprompted ask | Always Accepting

Hermes first gave her a little raised eyebrow at the new nickname. Not sure how he felt about that one, but was easily very distracted by the pretzel she was holding out to him. Smothered in chocolate and candy. Quite possibly the most beautiful pretzel he has ever seen before.

“It’s beautiful. Where did you get this?” Hermes asks the important questions as he takes the brownie and immediately takes a generous bite. Immediately he flops back on the couch and gives a light groan of culinary delight.

“Fuck. I could kiss this pretel’s creator.” Another bite is immediately taken. He tries to savour each bite but the urge to get all of the pretzel into his mouth immediately is very strong. In less than a minute the pretzel was gone and Hermes was licking his lips very contently.

“The only thing that would make that brownie better is a mug of hot chocolate to dip it in and smoking a shit tonne of weed before hand.” He looked over at Maggie to see if she agreed with his correct assesssment.

[guerrerense]

CITEV 140C27 - SNCF 140C27 - AVLF 27 - EST 12S400027 por Josep Pretel Por Flickr: El viatge de tornada La Bastide-Nimes és va fer amb el tender al capdavant, ja que no es disposava de cap pont giratori ni triangle de vies per invertir la locomotora 140C27 a La Bastide. Això va permetre observar el tender 34-X-131 procedent de una locomotora Decapod 150X. La seva capacitat és de 34 m3 d'aigua i 10 Tm de carbó. A la fotografia veiem la 140C27 al seu pas pel baixador de La Levade.

[darkmaga-retard]

by Ted Snider Posted on August 28, 2024

The U.S. has a long legacy of coups. During the Cold War, the U.S. participated in no less than sixty-four covert coups. They did not end when the Cold War ended. Since then, the U.S. has carried out or facilitated several coups, including in Haiti, Venezuela, Brazil, Honduras, Paraguay, Bolivia, Egypt and Ukraine.

Recently, the U.S. has been accused of participation in three more coups. The degree of evidence and clarity varies, and, unlike in the above cases, these cases are not yet closed.

Haiti has a horrible history of American interference and coups. The latest confusing chapter reads like a convoluted novel. The United States, who at first seemed to be backing the enormously unpopular and increasingly authoritarian President of Haiti, Jovenal Moïse, has now been accused of involvement in his assassination.

Moïse was assassinated in 2021 in a confusing plot by men armed with high-caliber weapons who claimed to be with the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration, a claim the U.S. State Department says is “absolutely false.”

But two of the plotters of the assassination now seem to have been revealed as DEA informants and a third as an informant for the FBI.

Floridian Walter Veintemilla, who has been accused of financing the assassination, reportedly received legal advice and an endorsement to capture Moïse from a U.S. intelligence agency informant. If that informant were allowed to testify, his testimony, according to Veintemilla’s defense, would provide evidence “that several investigative and administrative agencies of the United States Government were aware of the actions and intentions of his alleged co-conspirators in Haiti and supported those actions.”

One of Veintemilla’s co-defendants, Arcangel Pretel Ortiz, who is said to have recruited the mercenaries who assassinated Moïse, is an FBI informant. According to The Miami Herald, Ortiz “was so emboldened as an FBI informant that the Miami-area resident met with agents and promoted “regime change” in Haiti ahead of the brazen presidential assassination.”

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Cursebreakers - Desiree's Intro

Sup! Some more playing around while I'm still in the planning stages.

Masterlist - Jack's intro

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Desiree shrugged off her jacket, hanging it on a hook by the door before taking her coffee with her to the desk in the office. It was a small office without any windows, two walls completely filled with bookshelves laden with books and journals, the other walls hung with cork boards and rune and wizardry charts to help her with her studies.

Desiree took a seat, leaning back and looking over the open books and journals in front of her, sipping her coffee. She had left halfway through some lesson planning and was now regretting just up and leaving. It always took her forever to figure out what she was doing again. 

She set her coffee down, reaching up to her bun and releasing her hair in a cascade behind her chair (the chair carefully enchanted so her hair wouldn’t be caught in it anywhere.) She shook her hair out with a relieved sigh, scratching at her scalp before she leaned forward over her work again, picking up a pen and activating it so it hovered readily over a journal while she flipped through another book’s pages. 

Right. It would be a relatively simple lesson. She would be substituting for a teacher who taught the introduction to Cursebreaking. Honestly, Desiree had several cobbled together safety/scared straight lessons she could pull out and use, but she was tired of the stories and reports in those. Besides, everyone had heard about the time Orson the Wisecrack had caught his foot in a hole and a curse took his head off, keeping him alive like that for days, and Penlope Clearskies who’s gotten a curse caught in her abdominal cavity and had promptly imploded. No, the new kids were getting desensitized to those stories. 

Thus, she was researching quieter stories. Ones that no one knew about. Curses that hadn’t killed the Cursebreakers, but had driven them to madness. Like the creeping curse that haunted Gurtude Oriander, subtly moving things in her house, hiding things, locking doors, trapping her in a place she had once felt safe until she had taken a power staff to the head to end it all herself. 

Oriander was a good name. Shame. 

Desiree wrote a few more notes, reading through obscure Cursebreaking books until a knock at the door startled her out of her study. 

She looked up to see the teacher of the Runes Application classes standing in the doorway. “Desiree,” Miss Stood said with a friendly little nod. “Are you coming?”

“Hmm?” Desiree leaned over to check her calendar for whatever it was Miss Stood was referring to. There was a lecture scheduled with a guest from a valley in the middle of nowhere. “Oh, the lecture? I’m not going.”

“You should,” Miss Stood said in a tone that said it wasn’t really an option to opt out. “The guest is really good. He comes from the Keeler family out in-”

“I know where the Keeler family is from,” Desiree said with a small look of disgust. “I have no interest in whatever he’s here to ramble on about, Under. Cursebreaking families as a tradition are outdated and honestly more trouble than they’re worth.”

Miss Stood sighed. “Come now, Desiree. It’s not optional. Every student in the Cursebreaking courses are required to attend.”

“I’m not a student. Threaten all you want about writing essays or notes or presentations about his lecture, I’m not actually in any of your classes.”

“Oh? I was under the impression that you were studying as a Cursebreaking Major.”

Desiree froze. She didn’t like that tone. 

“So if you’re not a student, and you’re not a teacher, then why, pretell, Miss Desiree, are you allowed an office here. Why are you living in student quarters? Hmm? Why are you allowed free reign of the library and classes? Hmm?”

Desiree got the message. She might not necessarily be a student here anymore, having outpaced the curriculum in record timing since it was still so new, but she had to act like it so she could stay here and use the resources here to continue her education and studies and master wizardry on the side since she couldn’t afford the wizardry college at the moment. 

She huffed and stood up, twisting her long hair up and stabbing it through with a pencil. “Fine, Under. You win this time. I’m coming,” she grumbled. She could sit there, but she didn’t actually have to listen. 

The woman smiled and nodded, leading the way out of the office, ignoring the way Desiree slammed it a little in her dissatisfaction. She hated being pulled away from her work. She could not wait to call Agatha later and complain to her about this. Agatha was a Cursebreaker from the older generations, but she was just as solitary and driven as Desiree was when it came to this sort of thing, so they had gotten friendly enough to complain to each other about their days when they just couldn’t take it anymore, knowing the other would understand. 

The lecture hall was packed when Desiree got there, but Miss Stood saved her a spot pretty near to the front next to the teacher’s own seat. 

Desiree sat down, tapping her foot with annoyance as the mage lights were dimmed, quieting the students packed into the hall. 

The Head of the Cursebreaking course, Miss Took stepped out to the podium, clearing her throat to make sure she was within the podium's enchantment to have her voice projected out through the room. 

“Welcome! Today is a very special day! It’s not every day that breakthroughs are made in Cursebreaking, after all, but this particular breakthrough is very useful! It will cut future workloads in half, actually. Now, our speaker is Beau from the Keeler family, an old Cursebreaking family out of the Silver Streams Valley, a family who has been around for over 500 years! Beau has been raised in the world of Cursebreaking and will have plenty of insights for you, so be sure to pay attention!”

Miss Took stepped back, gesturing just off stage to someone. 

Beau stepped out and Desiree had to work hard to keep a grimace off her face. He looked like he had just stepped off a unicorn ranch, rather than come here to talk about some breakthrough. His work pants were shabby at best, the button up collared shirt just as worn with the leaves rolled up to the elbows, probably to hide holes at the elbows, if she were to have her guess. His bolo tie was rather well polished and glittered with as many enchantments as the material could hold, but couldn’t he have at least found some time to clean his shoes and shave a little? His facial hair looked slightly unkempt, his shaggy black hair swept about in messy curls in what she was sure other women would call fetching. 

She rolled her eyes as he stepped onto the podium and nodded to the Head of Cursebreaking before sticking his thumbs in his pockets and said, “Howdy. I’m Beau Keeler. And no, that’s not my full name, so don’t go tryin’ to hex or curse me with it.” His tone was joking and good natured and the crowd responded well. 

Desiree, however, was not impressed. 

“Alright. So, as you can guess, I’m not too up to date on what goes on here in the cities, but word got around that the new trick I figured out wasn’t somethin’ you guys had under your belts so they asked me to come talk about it. It’s not that special, honestly. Thought I’d just discovered somethin’ you city folk would already know. Now, here’s the deal.”

Beau went on to describe his new technique for dealing with items enchanted with curses. The concept was….. Well, it was so simple it made Desiree want to throw up that this guy was the one to figure it out first. 

Instead of trying to wipe a curse off of an object, a long and arduous, not to mention dangerous, process, he’d figured out the trick to changing the enchantment instead. Enchantments were made by taking ambient magical energy and shaping it within the object to create a certain effect. When adding more enchantments, you had to make sure you weren’t messing with enchantments already on an object. For example, you had to be careful how you fit a Health enchantment and Cleansing enchantment. If they meshed incorrectly, you could be skinned alive or develop a Cleansing-immune gut bacteria that multiplied like crazy. 

The same went for curses on an object. A Flaying curse badly meshed with a Dehydration curse could end up helping with oily skin and pimples. So, what you did wasn’t to wipe the curse, but to find a combination enchantment to enmesh with it to make it a helpful object instead. 

Beau explained that it was difficult to do, which is why it hadn’t been used before, but that once you know the trick it’s pretty simple. 

He went on to explain the tricks and theories for enmeshment and gave some helpful tips for the safe handling of Cursed items, which made Desiree scoff. He was talking to a room full of Cursebreaking students. The first class in the whole course was how to safely handle cursed items. 

Not soon enough, the lecture was over and Beau stepped off to where you could go up and just chat with him. Desiree had no desire to do so, amused as it was to silently mock him from afar, but Miss Stood pushed her in his direction, getting a little yelp of offense from the red head. 

“Go talk to him,” Miss Stood said firmly. 

“Uh, no,” Desiree said fiercely in return. “I have no use for-”

“Come on, girl! He’s from a Cursebreaking family! He might know things you can use! Stuff that isn’t written down. He’s the only source for some of the best Cursebreaking stories you’ll ever hear! You’re going to pass that up?”

Desiree hated it. She hated that Miss Stood was completely right. She hated Cursebreaking families, but not enough to pass up the chance at some knowledge. 

“Fine,” she hissed. “But you owe me lunch.”

Miss Stood just rolled her eyes as Desiree stalked over to Beau, pushing through the uncertain ring of students on the edges, through the next rings of delighted figures and right up to the ranch hand looking Cursebreaker. 

He seemed surprised by her approach and the expression on her face, sour enough it forced the students to clear off, recognizing that she had his full attention. 

“Oh, hi,” Beau said, trustworthy eyes a little wide. Desiree hated how open and honest he seemed. Hated how he had spoken first. 

“I’m Desiree,” she said, holding out her hand. 

He shook it and she made sure that her grip was uncomfortably tight before she let go. 

“Ah, I think I’ve heard of you,” he said uncertainly. “You’re the, ah, career student? Right?”

“Yes. That I am. And I have several papers and lessons I have planned where I need stories about foolhardy Cursebreakers and their terrible demises. Have any for me?”

Beau seemed taken aback by her direct and threatening approach. “I’ve got a few. Um, perhaps we should go somewhere else for this discussion? Coffee maybe? And if I’m tellin’ stories I have to either be sitting at a fire or walkin’. I’d assume a walk is a tad bit easier to find around here.”

Desiree huffed. “Fine. Let’s just go already.”

She stormed out before Beau could lead the way, forcing him to catch up with her.

Beau's intro

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[serynitea]

Thursday April 25, 2024

Sleep: bro my bed was wet again last night. like wtf. I swear my dorm is haunted. I literally climb into bed, roll around for 5 mins, and all of the sudden i feel moisture near my feet and I check, my bed is soaking wet. like wtf…. i got like 5 hours hehe

Ate: breakfast bagel from study, bananar, soy milk, PB chocolate acai, trader joes preTels, then kalamaki foe din din.

plan: study and grind math 32 a

rating 0/10. my dorm is haunted