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Might give this another try 👀

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hello  again  !  so  sorry  for  disappearing,  but  i  got  a  diagnosis  a  couple  of  days  ago,  which  finally  explains  my  lack  of  energy,  constant  fatigue,  among  other  not  so  fun  symptoms.  due  to  this  i  decided  to  put  my  blog  on  a  hiatus.  i  simply  can’t  bring  myself  to  write,  although  i  love  my  threads  with  you  all.  my  energy  is  far  too  limited  right  now  (  i  have  better  days  and  hours  were  i  feel  quite  alright,  but  i  need  that  for  other  hobbies  /  life  and  myself  ).  however,  as  i  didn’t  want  to  leave  tumblr,  i  made  a  multifandom  blog.  you  can  find  me  over  at  lizzieforbces and  i  would  love  to  stay  somehow  in  touch  with  you  all.  <3

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YOU CAN FIND ME HERE !

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Just a little update: my new blog should be up and running tonight/tomorrow morning and then I’ll follow everyone 🫶🏻

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It’s revamping time <3

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Hi there!! Life has been sooo hectic, but I really miss writing

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sooner  or  later  the  road  would  become  even  more  uneven  ;  it  simply  wasn’t  made  for  a  walk.  but  leo  wouldn’t  dare  to  say  more  to  the  latter  and  let  ayla  walk  in  front  of  him.  instead  old  jack  and  him  moved  along  with  a  knowing  calmness.  one  eye  however,  always  at  the  woman  ahead.  when  she  and  her  words  were  cut  off  abruptly,  leo  swung  himself  off  the  horse  and  rushed  through  her  side.    “oh  shit,  you’re  okay  ?”    a  hand  was  hovering  above  her  back  as  leo  eyed  the  ankle  with  suspicion.  a  chuckle  passed  his  lips  nonetheless.    “are  you  going  to  hit  me  when  i  say  ‘  i  told  you  so  ’  ?”  the  man  gestured  to  the  old  jack  to  come  a  little  closer  and  offered  ayla  a  hand.    “come  on  now,  i  won’t  fish  you  out  of  the  bushes  down  there  if  you’re  going  to  slip  another  time.”

" i'm fine, more than fine actually. i'm great. " the brunette assured him, honeyed hues looking ahead as her heels clicked against the uneven dirt path. the sound of the horse's hooves followed behind her, and she could see that stupid smirk on his face, even if she wasn't looking. " old jack, huh," she breathed under her breath, shaking her head. " more like old nightmare - " words are cut abruptly as the heel of her louboution caught the edge of a loose pebble, her ankle twist with a stabbing pain. a soft gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled forward, catching herself just in time to avoid face-planting into the dirt. " ow — shit, " she hissed, slender fingers clutching at her ankle as she straightened with a wince.

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her  reaction  wasn’t  expected  at  all  ;  zane  was  used  to  the  approval  of  his  help  —  anyone  had  taken  the  ex-military's  support  within  a  heartbeat.  nova  however,  turned  out  to  be  the  opposite.    “stop  snapping  at  me,  nov’  !”  zane  replied  with  a  brisk  tone.  “i’m  not  the  enemy.  i’m  trying  to  help  here.”

❛ you? ❜ nova laughs, sharp & not at all humorous. like zane could do anything to stop the types of enemies nova has picked up. but she can't say that- can't let him know about the double life she is trying & failing to keep up with. she destroyed any semblance of normal life when she first called upon the gods all those years ago. ❛ i don't need your protection. i need you to keep your nose out of things that don't involve you. ❜

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“i’m  guessing  the  emphasis  is  on  once.”  she  swallowed  ;  had  accepted  their  fate  a  long  time  ago.    “no  need  to  bring  up  what  is  long  gone.”

🥀 , open to — femmes .

‟  you   were   ONCE   the   love   of   my   life.   ” 

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vimala  wasn’t  a  person  who’d  head  dive  into  a  situation  without  calculating  each  and  every  outcome  beforehand.  her  moves  were  always  precise  and  ridden  by  her  brain  ;  desiring  perfection  and  nothing  less.  perhaps  the  alcohol  had  numbed  a  little  part  of  that,  as  she  found  herself  walking  alongside  of  eddie  over  to  the  bar,  mingling  themselves  through  the  crowd  as  a  pair  that  couldn’t  get  away  from  each  other.  a  touch  here  and  then  ;  the  mere  closeness  of  the  other  woman  made  her  mind  spin  and  her  heart  light  as  a  feather.  she  couldn’t  put  into  words  nor  form  a  proper  thought  on  the  reason  for  it,  beside  sheer  attraction  (  and  maybe  something  else  ?  )  her  inner  discussion  was  pushed  aside  when  her  hand  was  topped  by  eddie’s  and  a  smile  couldn’t  help  but  appear.  if  her  cheeks  wouldn’t  already  be  colored  by  blush,  vimala  could  have  sworn  that  the  heat  had  claimed  her  face  too.  eyebrows  raised  and  dark  eyes  barely  left  her  newly  found  companion,  but  she  let  it  happen  and  allowed  the  woman  to  enter  her  safe  space  ;    …    if  anything  of  that  was  left.  “harvard  you  said  ?”  vimala’s  own  words  came  out  a  little  shaky,  curious  –  the  brunette  tried  to  straighten  herself  and  to  regain  the  confidence  that  had  crumbled  too  easily  under  the  longing  eyes  of  eddie.  she  gave  a  small  nod  as  answer,  peeling  her  gaze  away  from  the  other.  her  own  hand  didn’t  dare  to  move  ;  almost  afraid  to  burst  the  atmosphere.  instead  the  grip  tightened  around  her  waist  only  a  small  amount,  fingers  brushing  and  stretching  ever  so  lightly  over  the  fabric.  “i  feel  we’re  destined  to  meet.  i’m  a  proud  cambridge  graduate.”  head  moved  to  the  side,  facing  eddie  again.  the  scent  of  her  perfume  danced  around  her  nose  ;  strong  and  hearty  like  eddie  herself,  mixed  with  the  warmth  of  her  body  so  close  ;  it  truly  took  all  her  strength  not  to  give  in.      to  what  do  we  toast  ?    it  took  her  embarrassingly  long  to  respond.  the  black  lashes  flattered  for  a  few  moments  and  she  took  in  a  breath  and  the  cocktail  into  her  free  hand.      get  yourself  together,  vimala.      “we  should  toast  to  us.”

it  could  be  said  that  she  ,   perhaps  ,   invests  too  quickly.   the  face  she  wears  is  in  part  fictitious  ,   a  product  of  faking  it  until  she  made  it.   it  dissolves  ,   somewhat  ,   in  vimala's  presence.   she's  done  the  dance  before:   it's  always  felt  so  easy  to  make  women  bend themselves out of shape  for  her  ,   to  lure  them  away  even  from  their  own  relationships  if  only  for  one  heated  night  ,   but  when  she  catches  the  woman's  eyes  again  she  can't  help  but  fantasize  about  how  her  skin  feels  ,   how  she  tastes  ,   how  badly  she  wants  to  know  the  answers  to  both.   "   you  don't  pay  to  get  through  harvard  with  good  will  ,   "   she  quipped  back  ,   playfully  demure.   yes  ,   life  could've  just  been  a  series  of  lucky  breaks.   her  head  cants  down  ,   ears  perked  up  every  time  vimala  speaks  ,   subtly  leaning  in  as  if  being  dragged  along  by  a  magnet  beyond  her  control  ,   hanging  on  every  syllable.   "   yet  ,   "   she  repeats  ,   eyes  still  caught  up  in  hers.   "   here's  to  that  ,   then.   "   another  gentle  clack  of  their  champagne  glasses  ,   another  drink.   a  drink  interrupted  by  the  feeling  of  a  hand  on  her  back  ,   one  that  threatens  to  rob  the  air  from  her  lungs.   how  is  it  that  she's  the  one  so  startled  ,   she  wondered.   when  she  took  a  breath  back  ,   she  had  to  work  to  ensure  it  didn't  come  out  stuttered  ,   like  a  teenager.   instead  ,   she  mirrored  by  straightening  herself  ,   and  reaching  behind  ever  so  slightly  ,   fingertips  coming  to  rest  over  vimala's.   with  a  little  bit  of  coercing  ,   she  peered  down  as  she  began  to  start  pulling  the  woman's  hand  a  little  further  ,   until  it  was  around  her  hip  instead  ,   her  own  hand  gently  sat  atop  it.   while  they  walked  ,   she  had  to  rely  on  her  partner  to  guide  them   —   edie  was  too  busy  judging  how  she'd  react  ,   if  she'd  pull  away  ,   if  she'd  play  along.   "   you  read  my  mind.   "   the  earnestness  of  her  smile  brought  a  similar  glimmer  into  her  eyes  ,   and  edie  matched  it.   no  longer  performing  a  sense  of  cool  composition  ,   her smile defrosted  ,   something  warmer  and  more  intentional.   "   and  you  look  like  you'd  take  a  paloma.   "   she  hadn't  even  noticed  how  long  she'd  maintained  eye  contact  ,   how  unfazed  she  was  by  their  drinks  arriving  ,   or  that  her  hand  was  still  plastered  over  vimala's.   instead  ,   without  looking  ,   she  grasped  her  glass  and  raised  it.   "   what  do  we  toast  to  ?   "

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*peeks at the dash and kisses ur foreheads*

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“but  that  would  have  been    boring  ,  wouldn’t  it  ?”  the  brunette  tilted  her  head  and  fingers  tipped  against  her  own  chin.  “at  least  you  got  to  see  me  and  your  friends  all  over  the  magazines,  while  you  were  gone.”

♡ open starter for m/f/nb.

❛ if i wanted to know who you were hangin’ with while i was gone i would have asked you. ❜

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the  man  was  not  afraid  to  move  obstacles  out  of  his  way  ;  whatever  means  necessary.  sometimes  he  had  to  play  them  out  against  each  other  and  start  an  argument  where  there  was  none  —  not  his  proudest  moment,  but  still  a  way  to  get  things  done.  javier  listened  to  rosalie  and  put  a  bright  smile  on  his  face  ;    oh,  this  was  too  easy.    he  nodded.  a  ring,  for  christmas  ;  there  couldn’t  be  a  better  and  more  romantic  moment.  “not  a  word  to  her,  i  beg  of  you  !”  he  quickly  insisted,  maintaining  his  facade  and  ignoring  rosalie’s  doubts.  “i’m  not  giving  her  a  friendship  ring,  if  that’s  what  you’re  asking.”  javier  chuckled.  “would  you  like  to  see  it  ?  i  could  use  your  opinion.”

　　　❝ sure you don't. ❞ the look on rosalie's face says it all - she doesn't believe him. her close friend since high school, his sucker if you asked her, had an issue of falling head over heels for men the minute they gave her attention. javier is suave, polite, almost a dream man of sorts. . . and she wasn't buying it. dark eyes narrow slightly at the mention of a ring and rosalie hopes against knowing better that it isn't what she thinks it's for. ❝ a ring - for what, christmas ?? ❞

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isabel  was  by  no  means  a  stranger  to  violence  or  abuse    —    her  delicate  body  often  marked  by  too  harsh  customers  and  greedy  hands  imprinted  on  her  skin.  the  dark  and  purple  hues  were  covered  by  makeup  and  clothing  ;  if  it  was  too  much  to  take,  painkillers  too.  but  the  show  had  to  go  on.  the  blonde  put  up  a  smile  and  leaned  away  from  matteo  (  the  opposite  wall  of  him  did  well  to  keep  a  certain  distance  )  and  arms  crossed  loosely  above  her  chest.  “the  bad  guys  were  thrown  out.  no  need  for  your  heroism.”    oh,  her  mouth  had  spoken  words,  her  heart  could  barely  take.    “you  know,  you  could  work  as  a  bodyguard  in  the  club.  i’m  sure  they  would  take  you  with  open  arms.”

matteo raised an eyebrow, honeyed hues lingering on her features as his frame rested against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. " you know i don't do pity , " he's seen her like this before, and has hated every guy that has mistreated her. " do you want me to hurt him ? " the question is casual, accompanied by a faint laugh and meant to be taken as a joke but he'd do it. all she had to do was ask.

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the young woman was a stranger to survival and trusting one's instinct. serena came from a safe bubble and a family that always supported her — being on her own felt wrong, odd. she hesitated to eat the honey ; feeling guilty that soojin had to look after her. but who was serena to judge ? she wouldn’t survive an hour alone. the brunette breathed out. “please tell me when i’m a burden to you, okay ?” then she finally ate, as requested, and looked around. “what can i do ? i could start a fire over there … to keep us warm.”

"it's what we have to do. take care of each other. take it." soojin almost demands from the other. she knows what it takes to survive - - she's survived before and this would be no different.

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and  that’s  all  for  tonight  !  i  wanted  to  finish  more,  but  my  eyes  are  getting  teary,  my  legs  hurt from  sitting  in  one  position  …  i’ll  attempt  more  drafts  tomorrow.

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the  curly  haired  man  only  listened  and  nodded  ;  the  grin  undoubtedly  on  his  face.  “you  really  don’t  want  to  walk  all  that  way.”  although  leo  knew  that  his  comment  wouldn’t  change  ayla’s  mind  or  opinion  on  his    (  very  well  behaved  )    horse,  he  still  tried.  after  all,  he  wasn't  ruthless  nor  unempathetic,  especially  not  towards  women.  when  ayla  took  the  lead,  leo  commanded  his  horse  to  follow.  calmly  and  slowly  ;  the  hoes  tapping  low  on  the  ground  behind  her.  “old  jack  here  is  very  friendly,  you  know  ?”  a  hand  petted  the  black  fur  at  the  side.  “you  have  a  much  better  view  from  up  here  …  and  i  won’t  let  you  slip  down,  promise.”

honeyed hues glare at him, slender arms crossing tightly over her chest. " you really think i'm gonna get on that thing ? " her gaze flickers to the horse, then back to leo. was she willing to admit to him that she was terrifying of horses after almost falling off one when she was a child? absolutely not. " you know what, fine, i'll just walk. " a frustrated sigh escapes her plump petals before she begins to turn away, her back to him as she starts walking in the direction she assumes they'll need to go. screw her louboutins, she won't give him the satisfaction.