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I just love the algorithm sometimes :)

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Alcoholized with wine and tears.

(Hi, Coming back with a very short story, hope you'll like it <3. Cw are in the hashtags)

Her friends had told her to stop drinking so much wine, but they should have known her stubborn tendencies since her dog got rolled over by a car. Back then, Silene was sleeping on a bench, and he, Pluto, ran away. But, unfortunately, a Ferrari was driving on the road Pluto was on, waiting for his mother, and she was the last sight he’s ever seen, he couldn’t have hoped better…

It was two in the morning and her friends had thrown her on a bed – to say it was dirty, was an understatement, an offense even. But yet, she found herself feeling relieved ; relieved for getting what she deserved after letting her dog die like this. And soon enough, she started to let her tears fall down to her neck as she giggled at her so fitting fate. Then, when she reopened her now red eyes, she saw a slim figure standing there, in front of the bed, staring at her. 

She immediately sat up and stared at her in return. 

“Hi.” She simply said. Not coldly or warmly, just, saying. “I'm Silene, and ya ?” the lady remained silent, before answering in a raspy voice :

“— Fiona.” she answered, reciprocating her tone, before revealing with a large smirk, sharp canines, already tainted in red, but Silene wasn't bothered by it, she didn't even see them.

“— Ah. Well then, could you bring me a cup of water ? Pretty please ?"

Fiona's face went back to being cold, letting her eyebrows fall down, even if she was, to say the least, surprised. But she nodded, and walked to the sink that was on the side. She filled a plastic cup with the running water and handed it back to Silene, all of this, without opening her mouth even once, or even blinking her eyes.

Fiona put her hands on her own low back and stared at Silene as she was drinking heavily, she felt like it had been weeks if not months that she had drank anything but alcohol.

“Sooooo… you come here of'en ?” Silene asked, smirking, as she was leaning back on the wall. After asking this, she could only hear her own heartbeat as Fiona was unwilling to respond at the moment, so she decided to talk a bit more :

“Y'know, I like your black dress, it suits you well. It's tight. I like it. And it laces are in the best places. Where have you gotten it at ?”

But this time, surprisingly, Fiona answered :

“—  I made it on my own.”

“—  Really !? Woah ! Never talked to someone as talented as ya ever once.” Fiona didn't say anything, but Silene could have sworn she had seen the corners of her mouth go higher up before going back to their initial places. 

“Y'know- Oh- Can I fix your hair !? Pleeeaasse ! It looks like braids ! And you have so much potential !” Fiona stared at her, frowning slightly.

“—  You ask for a lot of services, don't you ?” remarked Fiona coldly, sitting down on the side of the bed. “Just be gentle.”

Silene grabbed what resembled a brush in her imagination and started to brush the fine lady's hair, as gently as possible.

“—  Hey, do you like dogs ?” Silene asked as she tried to make some kind of bun.

“— Dogs ? Oh, dear no. They remind me of… old pals.”

“— Ah, I see, it's unfortunate for such a beautiful lady as you to have met fools.”

“— Dirty fools. Dirty brainless fools.” added Fiona as she winced at the memories of those unnatural, undistinguished, unfitted for society and unkindly…

“— Politicians ?” 

“— Werewolves.”

“— Ah, insomniacs.” She chuckles. “I know some as well.”   

She took off her hairband and tied up this bun. It was messy, but, somehow, attractive for Silene. She was proud of her brand-new art on her brand-new friend.

“Perfetto !”

Fiona shrugged it off and stood up.

“Come on ! It's good, innit !?”

Fiona looked in the mirror intensely, but she couldn't see herself, this particular mirror was made with silver burn. She sighed and sat on the side of the bed. Silene, despite her senses being deteriorated, could see that her new friend had a problem with mirrors.

“—  Aw, you poor Fiona, you're too scared of your reflection ? You have low self-esteem… You shouldn't, Really. I should though.”

Silene tried to stand up, but miserably failed, and, as she lifted her head up, she saw herself in the mirror, but didn't see her friend sitting on the bed. Her eyes widened, and she started to tremble, realizing who she's been talking to, the entire time…

“No… A magician ! I hate 'em ! Stop your tricks !” She crawled on the floor and started to cry terribly. She couldn't help herself, but remember that one time when she was young and a magician made her stuffed Teddy Bear disappear forever.

“—  No worries here,” explained Fiona, “I'm no magician.” Silene stood up and glared at her.

“—  How can I be sure you won't steal anything from me ? HUH !?”

Fiona, for the first Time in forever since they've met, chuckled. It was a soft chuckle, but Silene could sense a hint of mock.

“—  Ah, I will steal something, but you won't be sad afterward.”

“—  Ah, so, my life ?”

Fiona stopped chuckling and stared at her, in awe. How could she have understood this quickly ? When she was this drunk ? Was she waiting for it ? If so, why ? But Fiona didn’t bother to ask herself those questions too much, as her hunger started to invade her whole body.

“—  Well, um, yes.”

“— Ah, finally, I'll join my puppy, he must be so angry…”

Silene stared at her friend, and smiled softly. Fiona couldn't help but feel a bit, just a little bit, bittersweet, which didn't happen in ages, in centuries. She approached Silene, as she revealed her canines, again, and Silene immediately understood that it was indeed no Magician, but rather a blood-sucker, or in her case, a life-sucker.

“— Hey… Can you give me back my hairband ? I'll need it to give you some space.”

Fiona took off the hairband reluctantly and gave it to Silene, letting her long silver hair down to her shoulders. Then, Silene put up her own hair in a ponytail. In a messy way, as always.

Fiona grabbed Silene's hips and put her mouth on her neck, and bit her with her sharp canines, aspiring her blood, alcoholized with wine and tears. Just when she was satisfying her forever unsatisfied hunger, Silene let out a shaky gasp and her legs started to tremble as Fiona's grip was tightening.

Eventually, she let go of the girl and let her fall down on the cold floor with a loud bang. She looked one last time, at this girl who had nothing left to live for, if not wine. She thought about it, before grabbing the last cup she ever drank. There were still some traces of her lip gloss, and she decided to keep that precious cup with her, back at her unwelcoming cottage, right in the middle of an unknown forest, right on her desk, while checking the news to pick out new victims, in the hope of not needing a single drop of blood from a single living creature, human or animal, or both, ever again. But she knew it, deep down.

Deep down, she knew it was a dream. A simple dream. And not everyone’s dreams get real, and certainly not the ones from the wicked ones who find satisfaction in the despair of others.

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Hey guys, just wanted to share a song (and Also a movie) because it's underrated

Like guys- IT'S FRICKING AVRIL LAVIGNE WITH ASHLEY TISDALE AND G.E.M! And it's such a great pop song, if it were on spotify, I would listen to it 24h/24h (no jokes)

Also, the movie. It seems like it's not very that popular, I heard it was on Netflix at some point. In some country.

So, if you want to watch it, you should. It's funny and it takes place in a world full of Fairytales. And, what's funny, is that the sleeping beauty, Cinderella and Snow White marry the very same prince, but are unaware somehow. They even have pictures of him! Oh and also there's also Demi Lovato and Sia.

I just love that movie, bye :3

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Odysseus, returned home.

Gouache and colored pencil on bristol.

[now available as a print]

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I loveeeee diomedes’ insults to paris here “you’re a cad and a coward and your hair looks dumb and you’re so weak I didn’t even feel the arrow! Idiot!” and then he goes on in detail about how everyone he cuts down is left to rot and fester for the birds which is… a slightly different tone

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Le soleil

Quand il pleut,

Je suis capricieux.

Car je me languis de revoir le soleil.

En effet, sa beauté m’ensorcelle.

Il me manque dès qu’il part.

Mon cœur se brise à chaque départ.

Je hais les nuages de m’en priver,

Et la nuit de le remplacer.

Mais je sais qu’à chaque fois,

Il reviendra à moi.

Et s'il m'oublie,

Alors je plongerai dans la folie.

Et si se pose le dilemme,

 J'irai le chercher par moi-même. (c'est mon premier alors oui, il n'est pas ouf :>)

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Just needed to share with y'all something that I found : The story of the brother and sister who became the sun and moon. BECAUSE IT'S SUCH A GREAT STORY AND CUTE AT THE END !! 🥹 Like- the mother went to a wedding and died on the way home (swallowed by a tiger) and the tiger comes to eat her two kids, they realize it's a tiger and run to a tree, so they climb up on it. The tiger fails terribly at climbing up, so he uses a damn AXE to make the tree fall down and the kids with it. The tiger is about to get them when they ask their god for a new rope if he wants them to survive, which happens. The tiger asks the same thing, but he gets a rotten rope, so he falls down and dies. AND THERE COMES THE CUTE PART! The sister becomes the moon and the brother becomes the sun, and then, his sister says she's scared of the night, so he willingly switches roles with her!! AND SHE CREATES A POWERFUL RAY OF LIGHT BECAUSE SHE'S SHY WHEN PEOPLE ARE LOOKING AT HER! Like- the boy was willing to give his role to his sister because she was scared! HOW CARING IS THAT!? Just wanted to share this Korean little red riding hood with you :)

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This user is emotional about Ithaca again

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Be honest pls

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Eurymene <3

Nothing bad ever happens and he makes it home to his wife……..

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Pov me when Mercy appeared :

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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

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Your gender is now the first randomized wikipedia article you get. No rerolls.

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Rest in peace to Maggie Smith, who passed away today, aged 89. A wonderful actress and woman.

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HAPPY BI-VISIBILITY DAY, EVERYONE! (Sept. 23) 💙💜❤️

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Reblog of my own post

First try at posting my writings : this one doesn't have a name :)

Warning : panic attack, implied trauma of war, ptsd

Translated into english ; 649 words :

Nora sat, back to the wall and desperately tried to breathe. But after what had just happened, it was simply impossible. Despite all the exercises, every eight seconds, as she had been taught, it was in vain. She felt her wounds deepen, and when she looked at the ground and only saw blood, her panic grew and her shoulders trembled even more.

She couldn't breathe.

She thanked the sky that no one could see her like that. Tears flowed gently down her cheeks, and she felt the end coming. She wanted to scream, scream all her pain out of her body, but her voice got stuck into her dry throat.

Suddenly, the door opened and Thomas rushed to her side. He knelt down and put his hand on Nora’s shoulder. It broke him, to see Nora so desperate and weak. He surrounded her body with his arms and brought her closer to him, as he whispered sweet words, and gently stroked her back, which trembled enormously.

Nora pressed her face against his chest and tried to breathe. Thomas looked at Nora’s body and pressed his hand against her deepest wounds, he wanted at all costs to prevent her from being worse than she was already.

The warmth of Thomas' body seemed to soothe Nora slightly; her breathing slowed at the same time. But it wasn’t enough, and both of them knew it.

“Nora…. It’s going to be okay…. I promise you…” He said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

He put his hand on the top of his head and stroked it gently, passing his fingers through her hair. He wanted her to know he was there for her, so he had an idea.

“Okay… So I’m going to count, and every time I do it again, you’re going to take a breath and then let it go. Okay?”

Nora nodded and Thomas began counting; 1, 2, 3, 4… Nora took a breath. 1, 2, 3, 4… She breathed out, and they repeated it several times, until Nora had completely calmed down.

They remained in the same position for several minutes, which had made it feel like a comfortable eternity. After this silence, Nora raised her head, slowly, and looked Thomas in the eyes. She saw his face, he was concerned, but he was smiling. He had succeeded in calming the woman he loved. And this was, despite the certain chaos that surrounded them, satisfying. He had kept his hands on Nora’s wounds, and only then did she realize it. She breathed out and leaned even more on Thomas.

“Thank you…” she sighed, closing her eyes.

'It’s nothing. It’s normal…' he replied gently.

They stayed there a few more minutes before Nora got up and took several inspirations. Thomas also got up and looked at her, even when she was exhausted, her charm never left her. Her dark hair remained as sparkling as the day before. He reached out to her, and said to her, gently:

“Come on, we’ll arrange those, but not here.”

Nora stared at his hand, then his face, she was looking for the truth, if he really wanted to help her. And when she had her answer, she took her hand and let him guide her out of that building, which reminded her of so many bad memories.

The bombs, the tremors that followed, the cries of pain, the blood that flowed through the walls, all seemed to come out of her memory when he smiled at him. This smile so tender, which alone brought the peace she needed.

The sun, which she had not seen for several hours, gently burned her eyes, she put her hand before her eyes, to protect them.

They both walked, hand in hand, for a few minutes, her mind was tidy, messily, but it was, and it made her smile. Despite the wounds and pain, she smiled.

Original en français ; 657 mots :

Nora s’asseya, dos au mur et tenta désespérément de respirer. Mais après ce qu’il venait de se passer, cela était tout bonnement impossible. Malgré tous les exercices, toutes les huit secondes, comme on le lui avait appris, cela était vain. Elle sentait ses blessures s'approfondir, et lorsqu’elle regardait le sol et qu’elle n’y voyait que du sang, sa panique s'amplifiait et ses épaules tremblaient plus encore.

Elle n’arrivait pas à respirer.

Elle remercia le ciel que personne ne pouvait la voir ainsi. Des larmes coulaient tout doucement le long de ses joues, et elle sentait la fin arriver. Elle voulait crier, hurler toute sa peine hors de son corps, mais sa voix restait coincée au fond de sa gorge sèche.

Soudainement, la porte s’ouvrit et Thomas se précipita à ses côtés. Il s’agenouilla et mit sa main sur l’épaule de Nora. Cela le brisait, de voir Nora ainsi, aussi désespérée et affaiblie. Il entoura son corps avec ses bras et l’amena plus près de lui, alors qu’il chuchotait des mots doux, et lui caressait délicatement son dos, qui tremblait énormément.

Nora pressa son visage contre son torse et tenta de respirer. Thomas regarda le corps de Nora et appuya sa main contre ses plaies les plus profondes, il voulait à tout prix l’empêcher d’être plus en mauvais état qu’elle l’était déjà. 

La chaleur du corps de Thomas semblait apaiser légèrement Nora ; sa respiration ralentit par la même occasion. Mais ce n’était pas assez, et les deux le savaient.

« Nora…. Tout va bien se passer… Je te le promets… » Dit-il silencieusement, mais assez fort pour qu'elle puisse l’entendre.

Il posa sa main sur le sommet de sa tête et le caressa doucement en passant ses doigts dans ses cheveux. Il voulait qu’elle sache qu’il était là pour elle, alors il eu une idée.

« D’accord… Alors, je vais compter, et à chaque fois que je recommence, tu vas prendre une respiration, puis la laisser partir. Ok? »

Nora hocha la tête et Thomas commença le décompte ; 1, 2, 3, 4… Nora prit une inspiration. 1, 2, 3, 4… Elle souffla, et ils le refirent plusieurs fois, jusqu’à ce que Nora s’était entièrement calmée. 

Ils restèrent dans la même position durant plusieurs minutes, qui s’était fait ressentir comme une éternité confortable. Après ce silence, Nora souleva sa tête, lentement, et regarda Thomas dans les yeux. Elle vit son visage, il était préoccupé, mais il souriait. Il avait réussir à calmer la femme qu’il aimait. Et cela était, malgré le certain chaos qui les entouraient, satisfaisant. Il avait gardé ses mains sur les plaies de Nora, et ce n’est qu’à ce moment-là qu'elle ne s’en rendit compte. Elle souffla et s'appuya encore plus sur Thomas.

« Merci… Soupira-t-elle en fermant les yeux.

– C’est rien. C’est normal… » Répondit-il doucement.

Ils restèrent ainsi quelques minutes en plus, avant que Nora se leva et pris plusieurs inspirations. Thomas se leva aussi et la regarda, même lorsqu’elle était épuisée, son charme ne la quittait jamais. Ses cheveux noirs restaient aussi scintillants que la veille. Il lui tendit la main, et lui déclara, gentiment : 

« Allez, on va régler tout ça, mais pas ici. »

Nora fixa sa main, puis son visage, elle cherchait la vérité, si il voulait sincèrement l’aider. Et lorsqu’elle eut sa réponse, elle prit sa main et le laissa la guider hors de cet immeuble, qui lui rappelait tant de mauvais souvenirs.

Les bombes, les tremblements qui en suivaient, les cris de douleurs, le sang qui coulait par les murs, tout ça semblait sortir de sa mémoire lorsqu’il lui souriait. Ce sourire si tendre, qui apportait à lui seul la paix dont elle avait besoin. 

Le soleil, qu’elle n’avait pas vu depuis plusieurs heures, lui brûla doucement les yeux, elle mit sa main devant ses yeux, pour les protéger.

Ils marchèrent tous les deux, main dans la main, durant quelques minutes, son esprit était rangé, bordéliquement, mais il l’était, et cela la fit sourire. Malgré les blessures et la douleur, elle souriait.