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pi3qqck1kqj · 1 year
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It’s only now that i’m well into my Merrick reread that I realized that there’s a book character that almost made it into the Interview With The Vampire show, even appeared in the script, but it was ultimately cut out; that would be Oncle Vervain.
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The script describes him as a young Voodo Priest, and it’s not far from he is in the books. This is how Merrick first describes him:
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In the books, Oncle Vervain is a member of the Mayfair family. He is Irene Flaurent Mayfair‘s brother; Irene Mayfair is better known by the name of Great Nananne. She was Merrick Mayfair’s godmother and also her great-great-grandmother.
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payingrental · 1 year
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its my end semester exams and all i can remember is something tum tum,, nana tum tum nanann tum tum
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o0anapher0o · 9 months
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I need to know if Anne Rice wrote any more books featuring Great Nananne because I would love to read that. Straight up tells Aaron 'no one asked you to come' and calls David out for being a pedo to his face 🤣
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candomblemistress · 5 years
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♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.
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Lavender. 
The very first time I met Great Nananne she had a really strong scent of Lavender among other plants, it was her personal creation and as a child it became one of the scents that comforted me the most.
When she passed away I found my new Talamascan cell (or room? Can you call it a room if you’re being watched over constantly?) quite cold, lifeless, even though they assured I was safe, i didn't feel safe, I didn't understand why I wasn't left under the tutoring of any other witch.
Long story short, that first night she made her presence to be sensed and the lavender scent was the first thing to manifest, and it had an instant reaction in me; I relaxed and I knew I was where I had to be.
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3u7 · 2 years
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meetmymouth · 4 years
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concept: single dad Harry!!!
sorry this was short !!
“Here, bud. Give me your hand.”
It’s another restless night at their South London home as the five year old takes Harry’s hand, tiny fingers holding on to his big ones for dear life, and he helps him go down the stairs. He’s careful, considerate of the little boy’s tiny feet and short limbs as they take the steps one by one. With head full of little curls, he looks up at his dad, bottom lip still trembling, and Harry sighs, kneeling before him when they finally make it to the bottom of the stairs.
“What’s wrong bubs? Tell me,” he tries but the trembling doesn’t stop and it breaks Harry’s heart. He knows his little one’s still embarrassed about the wet sheets and the dark spot in front of his dinosaur jammies which are now in the wash along with his orange sheets, him now dressed in his ‘second fave’ jammies. They’re big on him, a gift from ‘nananne’ as Leo likes to call his mum, but he still looks adorable in them.
“Do you want to have a lil cry? Hm?” Harry asks softly and runs his fingers through the boy’s soft locks, then brings it down to his damp cheeks.
He nods in response and Harry wants to smile at the way his curls bounces but decides not to, knowing it’d make his son confused to why his dad’s smiling when he’s so upset.
“That’s okay, Leo, we can have a lil cry. Here, let’s sit on the sofa and cuddle, hm? We can even watch some telly. C’mere bubs.”
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aforestofcanons · 4 years
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@normallyxstrange​ requested a meeting with the Talamasca
       Great Nananne had forewarned Merrick many years ago that she would encounter those who lived in the shadows and moved by them, and to be wary of them. She never dreamed that it would be through the Talamasca, however, since it’s not common for those outside of the organization to request a meeting, nor to know of its existence. It isn’t entirely unheard of, however, especially regarding beings of supernatural origins. 
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    Merrick had always had the mantra We watch, and are always there drummed into her mind ever since she joined the ranks of the prestigious organization, to remind her to keep a respectful distance from the beings they study. However, the organization had been keeping tabs on Dylan for many years, and this is the first time he’s made contact. For a long time, she debated whether or not to tell the Elders that she had an opportunity to meet with the demon they’d been studying for all of these years. Especially since the demon requested her by name, mentioning having seen her along the rues of New Orleans, visiting her old haunts. The idea of meeting him on her own, without surveillance was more than tempting, but knows how foolish it would be. 
        So, she had told the Talamasca of her meeting, so that they could learn from this situation, and hopefully improve the material within their archives on shadow demons. Hopefully, if all goes well, this could be beneficial to everyone involved. 
       Lightly, she folds her hands on top of the folder and notebook she brought with her to coffee, meeting eyes with the shadow demon from across the table. “What can the Talamasca do for you today, Mr. Matherson?” 
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moremochamami · 4 years
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The Childers. Ep 10
It’s been a while and everyone is all grown up. I mean we could be in a video as good as we look. To think we have teenagers, young adults, and us. It may be time to add a new little trophy to our shelf! Over the last few years, I’ve worked hard, so this year for my birthday I took a small vacation to reward myself on this life I have helped build with Lady B. It wasn’t all that great, there was a lot going on out there. All and all we have learned how to make more from our farm and we even were able to expand the house. NaNann always said “ Good thangs worth waiting for Juke Box.” She wasn’t lying. Make that farming baby don’t let that farming make you. We improved the garden by the saying less is more. We kept all the crops that were in great conditions and had evolved . Now there is less work ,but there are still some plants out there that I know we are over looking. Can’t wait to get my hands on them. I’m getting older though, so I’m hoping one of the twins would want to take over.
 Teaching these kids responsibility started early for us. When they were teens and we allowed them to get jobs we recommended for them to save a little and we would add a few pennies to it for them to be able to have a little chicka change to progress in life .Levi and Peyton headed to the city with new careers. They started working and saved up  enough to get two little apartments in the city right next door to each other. They aren’t much but they have made them their own. I think it’s sweet for them to be staying close. After all they shared a womb, I’m sure every step they take would seem harder if they were not near and dear. Levi is out there in the field risking his life daily. Baby girl is out there working, going to school , and like the old folks would say “courting”. I’m afraid she is taking on too much, but she was clear when she left that this farming life isn’t what she wants. She got accepted to the university she longed for, and she is going to school in her words to be business savvy. Riley and River, well they are in that teenage phase, tudes, tunes, and temptation. They have been doing great in school and doing their best to mind their manners so we give them a little lee-way. On the other hand, Lady B and I are going to be celebrating real hard once the twins graduate. I’m hoping we can do some traveling and rekindling of our own. With everyone growing up we should be able to focus on us a little more. We know we will always have to be parents and help our babies but “ us time” is needed. Ya feel me?
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eyelinerda3euro · 4 years
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One exam left, my mind: NON SUCCEDERÀ PIUUU CHE TORNI ALLE TREEEE NANANANAAAAA MI ADDORMENTO ALLE TRE SENZA DI TE NANANN NOOO NON SUCCEDERÀ PIUUUU
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sunshinekookie · 6 years
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bum ba na na bum bum bu nanann bum na nana bumbum b
I can’t pull if this is power up or nah
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shaytaans · 4 years
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NANANNS one day of restricting anf my heads already swimming, hands twitching randomly, and my joints hurting 😐
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bruxurso · 4 years
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DANU / DANA / DANNAN : Considerada a principal Deusa Mãe da Irlanda , a Terra de Ana (Iath nAnann) , ás vezes identificada como Anu , Mãe dos Tuatha de Dannan , Povo de Dana , o Povo Mágico (Daoine Sidhe) , descendente dos Deuses , que se escondeu com a chegada dos cristãos ás terras celtas . Outro aspecto de Morrigu . Danu é a patrona dos feiticeiros , dos rios , das águas , dos poços , da prosperidade , da abundância , da sabedoria e da magia .
☽О☾ Que os Deuses nos abençoe ☽О☾
♡☆Meus Estudos☆♡
⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝⏝ ི⋮ ྀ⏝
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Obrigado por olhar!
Até a próxima
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dannidoc · 6 years
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This amazing women showed me so much in life. The main thing is she showed me how to be strong and how to fight for what is the right thing to do. Mainly her will and perseverance in her struggles showed me the way to get what is yours in life. I am honored. I am blessed to have her heart and her beautiful smile. Although I lost her to Colon CA over 5 years ago, I wish she were still here with me showing me the ways to be a good Haitian Women. Mom, thank you for making me and giving me the qualities to survive in life. You are my inspiration always. Missing you dearly , Ti Danni!!! #internationalwomensday #Dannii_Doc #haitianmother #marielaetitiamuzacdebasilestleger. #leti #nanann #mommy #madamstleger #sourceofmystrength🙏🏼😇 (at Brooklyn, New York)
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emvignowhisky · 5 years
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#484 • J.P. Wiser’s Commemorative Series One Fifty
43.4% alc./vol. Hiram Walker & Sons Limited, Windsor, Ontario, Canada
Bonne Fête Canada! On souligne ça avec une édition commémorative de J.P. Wiser’s sortie en 2017 pour le 150e du Canada, comme quoi il n’y avait pas juste Parcs Canada qui donnait des nanannes au monde, le bien nommé J.P. Wiser’s Commemorative Series One Fifty.
On retourne dans les eaux du Wiser’s Small Batchavec un curieusement…
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candomblemistress · 5 years
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💤💤
Peek into Merrick’s dreams
“I wish I knew what this truly means.” Merrick wondered as she looked up at the sky, with her face as up as she could hold it for the heavy rain pouring around her forced her to close her eyes more than she’d like. 
She was sitting on grass, her fingers played with it discreetly, randomly pulling a few of pieces it just to let them fall on the same spot. It was storming real bad, but it didn’t bother her, she just kept wondering what it meant as her gaze motioned between the dark sky and the recently buried grave, still with the funeral flowers making a small mountain over it, above everything a picture of Great Nananne was resting, the details could be barely noticed due the raindrops, but one thing couldn’t be blurred about it; her piercing gaze.
“Victorian superstition I believe.” She said out loud as if she spoke to someone. “That you went straight to heaven, but, does it, really? You did witchcraft your whole life, you were the leader, the woman we looked up to, our everything, if there is something we don’t deserve, that’d be the christian heaven, however, as the rain pours, I feel it says something, because it is water the most powerful element spirits use, and so that is why there’s so many legends of ghosts around rivers… but why must it rain in your funeral?” Merrick licked her lips slowly, such as she did when her mouth went dry, perhaps because of the emotions, or she’d like to blame it to them
“Does it rain so it can hide my sorrow? To make the grave workers’ job harder? Who else did you knew in the above that decided to make the whole sky cry with it? Because even the nature seems upset you’re gone, and if you had everything to live, when why did you die? Do we really have an hour? Will we ever meet again?”
“You refuse to answer me, but you make it rain, over and over.”
“i wish I knew why.”
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