#TESSSSSSS!!!!!

[shanti-ashant-hai]

hii its me remember me?

HIEEE TESS HRU TESS I HOPE YOURE GOOD TESS

[daringthe]

" you don't understand , it doesn't matter what happens to me ." from tessarion. | sent in from, @perzyr, from the prompt linked here.

DRAGONS WERE BORN TO SEE THE RISE & FALL OF KINGS ! their riders, were 𝖓𝖔𝖙. at his dragon's words the prince frowns deeply, the creases created by the 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 scrawled across his face, AGING HIM BY QUITE A FEW YEARS.

" don't say that. " he commands, but with no real authority behind the words. what they were, WERE NOT MASTER AND SERVANT. a dragon would never be less than a dragon, and she would forever be even more than that: 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞.

" you will see many more riders than just myself. "

his words are steeped in heavy 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮, but his voice does not waver and his eyes do not shake— he means everything he has said to her. SHE WOULD SEE ANOTHER RIDER AFTER HIM. and another rider after them. daeron the daring might die young, or he might die old, this, life promised each 𝖆𝖓𝖉 every one of them.

[smol-stardust]

Sparkyyyyy

Tesssssss!! Hiiiiiii, how are you doing?

[likethesword]

..kat..you've never heard mamma mia?.. sorry don't think we can be friends anymore /j

wait tess dont go!! ive heard dancing queen! that counts right! tesssssss

[shanti-ashant-hai]

*meow*

TESSSSSSS I LOVE THE PFP

[kitsunequeen1987]

^_^

I WVWUFZUWFSUWFDUFWCU Tesssssss, you're too sweet ahhaggahg

[contagiousiridescence]

@moonwick

[beyondtheciouds]

.1.

The double candle flickered, casting eerie shadows against the wall beside her bed. Lucie couldn't sleep, but that wasn't unusual. Tonight she had been up for several hours after her parents and James went to bed.

The darkness didn't bother her as much as waiting did. She was in her nightgown, at her writing desk, hoping a certain ghost would grace her with his presence.

He had yet to show up.

Lucie sighed, ink stained and charcoal smudged fingers hovering above worn out keys on her rattling typewriter. The storyline was nonexistent and Lucie was having a hard time focusing.

She tapped her fingers against the cold metal of the keys, praying for some kind of prompt.

Lucie pursed her lips and brushed a few rogue strands away from her mouth. Jesse liked her hair up, so she had Jessamine delicately pin it in a bun neatly at the nape of her neck. She straightened her posture, determined to type something.

At least not all of Aunt Charlotte's lessons went to waste, she thought and then cringed as a shiver shook her shoulders.

The inclination of the Fairchilds reminded her that Matthew was still in her room. A glance over her shoulder and the candle light illuminated his snoring form. He was beautiful, almost angelic in the moonlight. A marble statue come to life. His svelte body was curled up under Lucie's quilt on the chaise lounge in the corner.

His blonde hair was damp and plastered to the middle of his forehead like a question he couldn't be bothered to ask. His eyes were closed, a purple bruise starting to turn yellow on his cheek. Dried blood still clung to the insides of his nostrils.

Lucie hesitates, noticing the blood. She shivers as she remembers how bad he was when she found him an hour ago. He was soaked to the bone and clearly intoxicated, kneeling at her bedroom door. He smelt of stale cigars and tucked away gin when she pulled him to his feet. He was rambling and reciting forgotten love poetry from the moment he stepped over the threshold until the moment he closed his eyes.

His lips are parted, his breathing heavy. He looks as if he is a prince awaiting true love's kiss.

Lucie smiles to herself, thinking she could write a storyline about that.

No, her inner voice scolds. A frustrated sigh escapes her and she realizes she is loathe to admit she has Matthew Fairchild on the brain.

A movement in the shadows beside her bed catches her eye and Lucie blinks three times. "Who's there?"

Nothing.

Mousey brown eyebrows dart up and into her hairline. Blue eyes widen, scanning the room. "Who's there?"

Nothing.

Lucie thinks she sees a flash of pale gold, like winter sun against her headboard; a tuft of hair or a glimpse of skin. "Hello?"

A scratching noise in the closet demands her attention. Lucie holds her breath, eyes wide as the cracked door opens more and a thick, gray paw reaches out.

She exhales in almost a laugh as Uncle Jem's cat, Church emerges. His yellow eyes stare up at her and he meows loudly.

Lucie shakes her head and turns to her gaze to the window. She gasps when she clearly sees a deep set pair of oddly familiar blue eyes staring back at her in the window pane.

For the third time, Lucie asks but now without the tremble to her voice. "I said, Who's there?"

Years of communicating with ghosts have given Lucie courage. Knowledge of her demon power gives her the authority. "Answer me. WHO'S THERE? Show yourself."

Colored orbs of light shift and float across the window pane in a pattern: blue, gray, blue, gray.

Lucie's eyebrows are drawn to the center of her forehead and her mouth is set in a thin line. "What do you want?"

Hissing noises that barely resemble a human voice emit out of the darkness in response.

TESSSSSA. TESSSSA.

Lucie blinks and rises from her chair. She strains and struggles to understand the words. "Who?"

TESSSSSSS. TESSSSSSSSA. SISSSSSSTER.

Lucie's body goes cold. "Tell me your name."

GRAAAAAAY. GRAAAAAY. GRRRRRRAAAY.

"What's your name?" Lucie demands.

The candle snuffs out, leaving Lucie in the darkness. Her hands immediately scramble on her desk for a match. Quickly, she re-lights the candle, watching the flames flicker.

Tree branches scratching at her window draw her attention. Lucie gasps when she sees the name written on the foggy window pane.

Nathaniel Gray.

[cutepilled]

tesssssss yesesssssssssssssssss

[lichfucker]

kristenapplebee replied to your post: tess what's the best season of survivor/which...

ill follow ur recommendations exactly thanks tesssssss!!!!!!!! ����

heart eyes emoji kissy emoji

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

MA'AM. EXCUSE ME MA'AM BUT. HWST RHE FUCKKKK???? I CANT EVEN TYPE AFTER READING THAT BC MY BRAIN FUCKING SHORTCIRCUITED HOLY SHIT 🥵🥵🔥

dear god. i mean. hhhhhhh. i loved this and i need more?? pretty please??? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💞💞

KEEP IT DOWN || JurdanxHogwarts AU

Written super super late for Jurdan Week 2020. Sorry for the delay!!

Crossover Day || Harry Potter  Prompt submited by @mysweetvilllain​

Rating: M

Summary: Quidditch day was no normal day at Hogwarts. And Ravenclaw’s head boy, Cardan Greenbriar, knew it very well. 

Tags: @slightlyrebelliouswriter23​ @demydreamer-otaku-and-book-lover​ @aesthetics-11​ @thesirenwashere​ @hizqueen4life​ @duarteegreenbriar​ @judexcardanxgreenbriar​ @nite0wl29​ @althekingshorses​ @thewickedkings​ (if you wish to be tagged or untagged [or if my dumb brain forgot to tag u] just let me know!)

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Hogwarts was always a battlefield on a quidditch day, and today was not the exception. Not in the final game of their Championship. So far, Cardan had broke up two discussions and dissolved a duel challenge between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin.

To be honest, he would have prefered to stay back in his dorms. His book about Asian Myths and History was way more interesting than keeping the students safe. Specially from themselves. But as Head Boy, there was little he could do against it. 

That evening Slytherin had won the match, and boy had it been a hot-blooded one. Brooms had flown through the rain at unimaginable speed. The seekers, entwined in a fierce battle for the golden snitch, almost crashing with each other on several occasions. If his memory was correct, at least three players had fell from their brooms either from crashing or bludgers. The crowd’s roar almost left him deaf when Slytherin’s seeker finally closed her fingers around the snitch. When she’d flown down and paraded it around, the noise became even worse. Her chestnut hair had come loose at some point of the match, and mixed with her smudged eyeliner she gave a feral image that send tickles down his spine.

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[foreverwcnter]

elleeeee i love youuuuu

tesssssss i love youuuuu moreeeeee

[1swiftie13]

GAY PRIDE ALL OVER ITTTTT YESSSSSSS YESSSSSSSS TESSSSSSS SNAKES AND STONES NEVER BROKE MY FUCKING BINES

[pretendingboyfriends]

Oooooooo i love the new idea love me some 🍑stuff and camgil/boy so you are combining both my queen! And tesssssss part 3 i love dwm

hehehe yeah i got really inspired last night and wrote a shit ton for part 3 so it’s getting there

[sylvansoldier-a]

[cont from "Tesssssss"] "I'm ten now!"

“Ten what?” Tess pressed, cutting off the ends of a butternut squash before chopping it in half. “Ten woolie caterpillars stacked up under a cloak? Ten types of flowers blended up to make the rarest, prettiest flower in the forest?”

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

@clockworkgraystairs AKSJDJSKSJDJKA SKDJDJ TESSSSSSS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! 🥺🥺❤️

OMGGG YOUR REACTIONS HAVE ME WHEEZING 😂🙌🏻 BUT ALSO I'M SO SOFT AT THIS 😭💖

i'm so glad you like boxing jude!!! i needed her to do something physical and was inspired by your fight club au so you have you to thank for that one 🥰

i'll try not to kill you but i make no guarantees 😇

Fine Line | Jurdan Quarantine AU

Written for Jurdan Week 2020, hosted by @jurdannet​ | Day 4- Song Crossover (Adore You by Harry Styles requested by @mysweetvilllain​ )

Chapter Rating: M

CW: mature themes, explicit descriptions, vulgar language, eventual explicit content.

Summary: Two vindictive assholes. One shitty apartment. And a vow to get under each other’s skin. Stuck in hate together twenty-four-seven, this can only end in a crime of passion.

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Part I- Adore You

[Cardan POV]

The minute I walk into the kitchen, I know I’m fucked.

She’s sitting there on one of my bar stools, at my island counter, eating my strawberries straight out of the plastic container. I say “my” because I’m still in denial that I have to share this shit-hole with anyone. Especially her.

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