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"I think I've developed an allergy.”

“I keep breaking out in rashes when the sun's out.”

#i just had to. SFDSDF// this trope is will all over. #certainly not getting bit by ur vamp gf. DSFDSF// #c:will clarke #open;

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//Finally found a good fc for teenage! Will :)

#alex pettyfer// from the stormbreaker films :D #ooc;

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it doesn't hurt… well. it hurts a little bit now. //for will!

“God, I can hardly leave you alone for five minutes. That's what you get for not listening to the coach, idiot.” Gabe's so damn reckless, but Will wouldn't change him for the world.

He may be a new transfer, but he was also the only one who didn't have some ulterior motive. He finally felt normal. Although being popular had its perks, secretly, he found it draining to live up to all of their expectations.

“You better take time out. I mean, it, Gabe.” Will added, nudging him lightly before giving into the suppressed laughter that bubbled in his throat. “You ever hear of those footballers that get injured badly and never play again?”

#c:will clarke #SORRY THIS TOO SO LONG;; #gabegoodmcn #asks;

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Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

#self promo #I have Sam on here and many more to come! :)

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Although he doesn't meet his sibling's eyes, his tone is enough to make Selaphiel wince. Had he not done his duty? Was this not enough? He wasn't sure, but made no move to voice these concerns.

"No." He agreed. It wasn't. "Better, I think." He added, watching Emmanuel with a slight curious expression. "What good does it do to hold onto broken things?" And why do you cherish them, Selpahiel thought. "Isn't there beauty in restoring things to their natural state?" An act of God?

emmanuel closes his eyes, feeling the cup through touch alone, travelling along the edge, feeling perfection where it had previously been chipped, scratched, worn. "satisfied?" the very word has his eyes widen. nothing whatsoever exists to satisfy him specifically. it is not his world to hold this way.

"i, um. i apologise, i didn't mean to sound so —" his throat feels dry, so he pauses, pulling the cup to his chest, as if trying to familiarise it once again. "i am grateful. it's just — not the same cup, anymore."

he frowns, obviously struggling against his feelings in order to appease his brother who did nothing more than fix what had been broken. what better could he have asked?

#c:selaphiel #handgiven

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Tension in building inside of his head, he can feel the headache coming a mile away. A sigh is forced from Arthur's lips as he reached for the goblet, hands trembling somewhat as he brought it to his lips.

"I'd be glad for your help." He said at least, peering up at her through thick lashes. "Yeah, you're right. But, I'm afraid the border might already be filled with The Godmother's witches or other villians, Charming has already brought on." There was so much work to do, Arthur realised, it was almost suffocating.

"I can bring my men, but we will need magical assistance to combat the magical threats that may arise. We need to drive them out, whatever way possible."

"It is. At least, from what I can see." Hope says with a sigh. They want to help with the problem if they can. But first they need to know more. They listen to his words, nodding along. "I think that's a good idea. Get the lay of the land, so to speak. Get to know everything that's going on." A pause, a small smile. "Is there any way I can help?" They're stronger than they look.

#c:arthur pendragon #realmyths #scopophobia tw

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“It is.” Selaphiel's voice is soft, quiet, a bare whisper. Although his eyes do not meet Emanuel's, he can't stand to see his own reflection projected onto them or what emotion may lie inside the other angel's eyes.

“What is broken is made anew. Glory be.” He will not understand the concept of something so final if pressed. It is something to be swept under the rug. “Are you not satisfied?”

relentless kindness. inexorable mercy. he looks away almost instinctively when something so minor gets touched by a power so great. he takes over the cup and rotates it in his palm, puzzled now. "thank you. this — wasn't necessary." there is something to be treasured about sorrow, something to be adored about the finality of things. he doesn't wish to seem ungrateful, but he suddenly very much doesn't know what to do with himself.

#c:selaphiel #handgiven

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“Pray tell, is it that bad already?” Arthur asked, a sullen look about him. He had been handling it for months now. Yet, evidently, it hadn't been enough. He scrubbed his hand through a tangle of blond hair, an exasperated sigh leaving him.

“If-and it's a big 'if'. We'd need reinforcements. I don't know what Charming has planned now that he's returned, but we need to keep all our options open. Do you have any recommendations? I was thinking of some spies and knights across the borders, at the very least.” Far, Far Away couldn't handle another magical attack. They would be defenseless if Charming would try to take back the throne now. Especially with his dear fairy godmother stoking the flames of the rebellion, having escaping death too, just like her son..

@storywrought liked here for a starter! Song: Small Town Scandal by Zolita

"This could be a situation...." Hope says with a frown. They aren't sure exactly what to do about it. But maybe the other person has an idea. "What should we do?"

#realmyths #hope this is ok!!// #c:arthur pendragon #scopophobia tw

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“Give it here.”

The teacup is cradled against the palm of his hands. Selaphiel hummed softly, a small beam of light enveloped the broken fragments until a small clinking sound rung out. It is handed back to Emmanuel, good as new. A miracle, if anyone were to call it that.

"i broke my favourite teacup today."

#handgiven #c:selaphiel #hope this is ok!

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Claude felt terribly useless, standing there, a mug of tea falling from his hands, eyes widened in shock and peering at the strange entity which had materialized seemingly out of nowhere.

What was curiouser still was that the sheep didn't seem to mind. Even Pandolf lay at the stranger's heels. He opened his mouth and then shut it tight. It would do no good to spook them. But still… he couldn't let them stay there without knowing of their intentions.

“h… Hello?” His voice betrayed him, quiet and thin like. He stared absently ahead. The mug of tea still remained littered in the grass. “Who are you?”

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Curiousity pulled the Jester over towards the farm once he spotted animals wandering around the area. Were they stretching their legs before going back to their home? Jester wasn't sure, he hasn't taken care of animals for to long and most of the time they didn't want to be around him due to sensing what he was.

Ears flicker upwards at seeing one of the sheep wander over to him, baaing with curiousity as their head is tilted upwards towards the traveling entertainer. Eyes staring up at him with one more baa before butting their head against his hand.

This does earn a chuckle from Jester, claws moving up to gently pat the sheep on the head as the other hand gently takes off his mask. Seems that he's wrapped up in paying attention to the animal to note that he might be trespassing.

#c:claude monet #sorry for the wait! I had awful writers block #celestialcomedy

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"Do you even love me or care about me at all?" (here's some hard feels for count from ingrid)

"Do you think I would allow you to stay here if I didn't care? To continue to allow your existence, even if you aren't the true heir?” Hands pressed to his temples, he doesn't have time for this. There were far more pressing matters at hand, and yet…

He peered at Ingrid, eyes softening with something akin to warmth. "I could've left a long time ago, Ingrid. Stop listening to whatever lies your mother has told you about me. You're my daughter. I don't say this often, but I'm proud of you, Immy."

#ooof the feels #scvereignreigned #c:count dracula #asks;

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honestly? I don't know where to start.

For Dracula.

“Your name would be a start." He is wary. Not many would venture out to the castle, which hangs upon Stokley like a black cloud. Even rarer nonhuman entities, other than The Count's immediate family. What was left of them, anyway.

He drew his cloak around himself, tightening so it obscured the lithe body underneath. "Speak. I don't have all day.” He said, face darkening. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

#featheredhunter #sorry for the wait!! #asks; #c: count dracula

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“Charmed, I'm sure.” He hadn't factored in how others might perceive him here, which had been a mistake on his part.

Toffee tilted his head, chin jutted. “I am a Septarian. We are a species from Septaris. It is an old realm. I do not expect you to have any knowledge of it.” He turned then, sniffing at the air, his nostrils flaring. “Strange, I could say the same about you. You appear human, but I can sense something more.”

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"What are you? Your scent, it... it smells different to most folks."

#c:toffee #beastbitten #scopophobia tw

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ENDLESS EDITS OF SARAH SANDERSON 05/? Including Count Dracula @storywrought

Only storywrought can reblog

#edits #power couple ngl #they look so sweet here ;; my heart #queued

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"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

Sarah Sanderson of Hocus Pocus and Count Dracula from Young Dracula

#oooooo!!! #self promo #promos #dang Kim you’ve put done yourself!! #scopophobia tw #flashing gif tw #queued

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ENDLESS EDITS OF SARAH SANDERSON 06/? Including Count Dracula @storywrought

#edits #aaaaah I love it!! #countxsarah #scopophobia tw

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#a star so bright; caelestis musings #queued