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sunnydaleherald · 3 years ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, April 13 – Thursday, April 14

GILES: Willow? WILLOW: (waking up) Don't warn the tadpoles! GILES: Are you alright? WILLOW: Giles, what are you doing here? GILES: It's the library, Willow. You fell asleep. WILLOW: Oh! I... GILES: Don't warn the tadpoles? WILLOW: I... I have frog fear.

~~What's My Line Part 1~~

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Double Drabble: Unpopular Girl (Willow, Buffy, Xander, PG) by badly-knitted

Actually (Buffy/Spike, not rated) by HollyDB

Bitten (Buffy/Spike, E) by HollyDB

A Vampire's Place Is Underneath SOMETHING (Buffy/Spike, E) by Anonymous

The Trio encounters the Moon Knight (the Trio, Moon Knight & Marvel crossover, T) by Bl4ckHunter

So That You Will Hear Me (Buffy/Spike, E) by cawthraven

a lifetime of moments (Buffy/Spike, T) by taxicab12

Uncertainty (Spike x Nikki Wood, not rated) by stevenspector

The Poet In An Angel's Place (Buffy & Spike, T) by Temperance Cain

All The Lies That I Had Spun (Buffy/Angel, T) by butimbroken

Evensong (Drusilla/Spike, Darla/Angelus, T) by badly-knitted

Bruise Violet (Buffy/Angel, T) by butimbroken

Que Será Será (Buffy/Angel, K) by OveliaGirlHaditRight

Done (Willow/Tara, T) by Aragorn II Elessar

Star No Star (Buffy/Angel, T) by butimbroken

Next Time Won't You Sing With Me (Buffy/Spike, T) by Willow-98

Here Is Your Broken Character (Buffy/Angel, T) by butimbroken

School Dance (Xander/Spike, K+) by forsaken2003

Casket Black (Buffy/Angel, T) by butimbroken

Of the Vampire and Power That Be (Angel/Cordelia, T) by Aragorn II Elessar

Bloody Hell: A Hellmouthian Dissertation, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Giles, M) by HuonParticlesAreHarmless

Be It Moon or Sun or What You Please, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by OffYourBird

In the Night, Chapter 1 (Giles, E) by ZaiaFantasy

We're all scared of something, Chapter 1 (Xander/Spike, E) by LivinTheBongLife

[Chaptered Fiction]

And the Devil Will Drag You Under, Chapter 18 (Faith/Debra Morgan, Dexter crossover, M) by frogfarm

Because You... (Xander, The Case Files of Young Kindaichi crossover, T) by madimpossibledreamer

Bloody Hell: A Hellmouthian Dissertation, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Giles, M) by HuonParticlesAreHarmless

Be It Moon or Sun or What You Please, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by OffYourBird

In the Night, Chapter 1 (Giles, E) by ZaiaFantasy

We're all scared of something, Chapter 1 (Xander/Spike, E) by LivinTheBongLife

The Past Is Only The Future With The Lights On, Chapter 22 (Buffy/Angel, T) by butimbroken

The Vampire's Daughter, Chapter 5 part 2 (Spike/OC, T) by Puella Pulchra

Keeping Up With the Scoobies, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Takara Phoenix

The Ratchet Effect, Chapter 10 (Ensemble, T) by michael t

Dawn of the Future, Chapter 15 (Dawn/Faith, Buffy/OC, T) by Brenna's Urbangirl Projects

Fall to Pieces, Chapter 2 (Spike/Drusilla, T) by LittleTayy

Imperfect Fate, Chapter 2 (Spanish) (Buffy/Spike, T) by nigthmareintheheaven

Le chemin de la destinée, du courage, et la force de ses convictions, les chemins de son cœur... Le commencement, Chapter 57 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by Violette-Milka

Damage Case, Chapter 18 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Axell

The Fairytale, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

Mortal Allies Series, Episode 5: War and Roses, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Deadly Denial, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by Jws1993

Unforgivable, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Jws1993

Snippets, Chapters 23-24 (Buffy/Spike, R) by EllieRose101

Consequences, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Jws1993

Unliving Conditions, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by MrsAkers

Bleeding Poetry, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

The Bond, Chapters 12-13 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by Grief Counseling

Someone To Lean On, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by MaggieLaFey

Of Monsters and Men, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by feedingthefire

Buffy meets Venom: A Symbiotic Bond is Formed, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by DeamonQueen

All Stay-Inny, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by SlayrGrl

Something Borrowed, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Kyzaiah

Buffy Summers: Code Name Slayer: Part 1 (RE-WRITE), Chapter 6 (Buffy, Iron Man crossover, FR18) by Kittykitkat

Alexander Von Dyne, Chapter 5 (Xander, Girl Genius crossover, FR18) by Tjin

The OSI and a Flight, part VIII (Willow, multiple crossovers, FR13) by DianeCastle

Elseworld Buffy, Chapter 6 (Buffy, Diagnosis Murder crossover, FR15) by OwenWaldron

SE: Second Generation 8: Support Staff (Buffy/Spike, M) by Myrabeth

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Spike doodle (worksafe) by captain-peroxid3

Artwork: Out. For. A. Walk. ... Bitch (worksafe) by deerjuices

Artwork: Buffy, Faith and Kendra drawings and pride icons (worksafe) by gh0stlypup

Artwork: catgirl Dawnie (worksafe) by

Artwork: Faith (worksafe) by gh0stlypup

Artwork: Buffy/Faith (worksafe) by gh0stlypup

Artwork: Buffy (worksafe) by gh0stlypup

Artwork: this is hell (Buffy and Spike in After Life, worksafe) by slayersandprivateinvestigators

Gif: Buffy (worksafe) by neve-campbells

Artwork: 408. Pangs (worksafe) by tmcarlee

Fanvid: Buffy Summers | Every rose has it’s thorns by She Was My MJ

Fanvid: buffy + spike | hold me while you wait by loveisntbrains

Fanvid: BUFFY SUMMERS | BONES by Kit Summers

Fanvid: btvs | but just spike wreaking chaos by evilbunny

Fanvid: Buffy Summers || In the end - HBD Sarah by Wanda Snow

Music: Damian - What You Feel (Cover) - Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Swiftblade Music

Artwork: Spike Digi Studies (worksafe) by NMCIL

[Reviews & Recaps]

Buffy The Vampire Slayer by steel-goat-reviews

Doppelgangland by becomingbuffypodcast

Lies My Parents Told Me by legendofnora and takaraphoenix

S07E18 (Dirty Girls) - amazing Faith and Spike scenes and more by mazmataz

After 6 months I finally finished Angel… underwhelmed by Significant-Cloud440

Podcast: Darla Dichotomy - Angel S02E07 - Darla by Pop Culture Role Call

[Fic search]

looking for a fic i read a while ago (Angel, Wesley, Cordelia) by mizdas

[Fandom Discussions]

Is there anything in the previous Boom stories that explains the bit with the Mayor? by confusedguytoo and buffythecomicslayer

Are each of the non-epilogue stories in the 25th Anniversary comic in a different alternate universe of the new multiverse? by buffythecomicslayer

“Tara feels like a plot device for Willow rather than a person” by girl4music

For my purposes, there had to be at least a 20-25 year period where Spike continued to wear glasses by july-19th-club

every time buffy and spike had a fight by july-19th-club

I kinda like that Willow isn’t a good person by kingbuffy

Lie to Me thought by little-tayy

how the james dean trope is expressed differently through spike and angel by roostercrowedatmidnight

buffy’s dream at the start of ‘beer bad’ reminds me of xander’s dream in early s1 by roostercrowedatmidnight

The love I have for Anya by takaraphoenix

Favourite episode from each season of Buffy by takaraphoenix

Can Fuffy shippers explain why they ship Fuffy? by crazy chicklet

If Cordy had not been in a coma, would AI have taken over Wolfram & Hart? by Buffy Summers

just my thoughts during my rewatch! by gabbyslays

My honest opinion about Buffy by crazy chicklet

Reasons why I don't ship Bangel/Spuffy/Fuffy by crazy chicklet

Should Buffy have put those bitcas in their places? by afanofbuffy

What is your favorite and least favorite BtVs/AtS episode? by crazy chicklet

As a character was Fred just a waste of space and screen time? by BtVS fan

Angel - Heroic or Admirable Moments by Stoney

Buffy - Heroic or Admirable Moments by Stoney

Willow & Xander's kiss in Homecoming by Stoney

Which [Angel] character do you think was liked the most by the other characters and who was liked the least? by LightBlueSky55

Anyone else kind of agree with Jasmine? by MR_Furon

In Teachers Pet at the end we see more eggs hatching! But they never address it! by Crimedramagirl

I love Dawn and Spike's relationship by Moscatano

Top 3 characters from both shows by IvanaBangkok97

What are you guy’s opinions on the podcasts “Buffering the Vampire Slayer” and “Angel on Top”? by Frogurt1337642

Which was worse: Willow or Oz cheating? by rednax2009

Why is everyone hating on Spike but forgives Faith so easily? by heinebold

Drusilla’s mother was right by czechmonarchist

Confused about spikes mom/ how becoming a vampire changes you by monikaghoulia

The Master had a soul? by EdgeXL

Do you think the spells affected the characters personalities in later seasons? (theory) by cherrycranberries

Angel is a polyglot,guys!!! by AJ_Babe

How did Angel realize that Faith wants him to kill her in Five by five?!?! by AJ_Babe

Questions about Faith by thesarcasmisreal

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sweetbabybird · 4 years ago

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Hi, i was wondering if still have evensong paradise lost or war of the roses because i would really like to read them. Thanks you

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alliesweetsong · 5 years ago

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7 Items: Allie Sweetsong

Originally posted by gypsyastronaut

I. Backpack: Housing a plethora of items, this worn pack has seen better days. Carrying everything from extra ammunition when on a mission, to snacks and full-on meals. Allie has had the same backpack since well before arriving in Stormwind

II. Everyday Carry: Allie falls into a line of elven rangers who abandoned tradition in the same of personal defense and security. After an attempted mugging a few years ago she is almost always carrying a high caliber revolver. If it is concealed or unconcealed depends solely on what sort of attire and gathering she is at though typically it is secured in a holster on her right thigh for all to see.

III. Teddy Bear: Though this could fall in line with being in her backpack, the bear itself means far more to her than most of her personal possessions. Given to her by a small girl she rescued in Quel’thalas, Allie has kept it in her possession since returning the girl to a group of humans camping along the border.

IV. Functionality above all: Much like the revolver she carries, Allie tends to favor attire that is functional for the day. Often wearing a simple T-shirt, boots and cargo pants over anything that one may consider ‘traditional elven’ in nature. It is not uncommon to see her sporting a leather jacket if the weather is on the chilly side.

V. Journal: Another item that she stores in her pack but hardly ever actually uses anymore. This leather-bound book once helped her the happiest of times to the darkest. Recording her thoughts and feelings in Lordaeron, to jotting down baby names on her final deployment, dreaming of a day (unknown to her wasn’t far off) where she could potentially lock her rifle up for a long period of time and never see another war again. One day she packed it to write and has never opened its pages again.

VI. On Duty: Though her time in combat is far behind her, Allie still works Assisting where she can in Dead Sun Harbor, now that Coron is born the Void Elf is beginning to carry around either her bow or her rifle once more. Mainly to get in the habit of having it on her person once more rather than actually using it, for now.

VII. Communications: Only a few people have the means to get in touch with her beyond a face to face meeting. Her Fiancee, the squad medic who doubles as amid wife for her and Simmons, another member of her fiancee’s squad tasked with shadowing her after she was drugged in Boralus and left on the side of the street. These comms are used for either an emergency or for simple questions like dinner plans

Tagged by: @maiden-born-in-snow Thank you <3

Tagging: @roses-and-arrows @fin-mckendric @ranger-swiftwind @lady-rian @jorandalkitor @whitedawn-wra @kat-hawke @serelia-evensong @risrielthron @revthepunchbear @eviloblivion @kanekuran @thalsianiii @safrona-shadowsun @khadorek @wiedaashcroft @adilynia-kiden

#prompts

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belore-invictus · 6 years ago

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Call to Arms: Resolute Blades

On her knees she was, with blonde hair shrouding over the sides of her face. Acting like luminescent gold curtains that blocked her peripherals, keeping her vision concealed by darkness as her lids stayed shut. Dirty blonde lashes twined together in the falling of lids, and pout lips sat in a heavy, and burdensome frown. Usually inquisitive brows knitted together in a low droop, indicating that her mind was full of thoughts, likely troublesome. Tan skin covered in the armor of a Horde soldier who took to battle on the warfront, and the stained blood certainly smelled of rotted skin, as if the armor hasn’t been cleansed recently. Not recently enough, anyway.

Phaeith was on her knees in a Sanctuary of Light, somewhere far away from the world. It seemed secluded, and if anyone was around her- they just weren’t. It was placed somewhere warm, too warm. Somewhere sandy, and dry. The location unknown, but Phaeith knew it by heart. Hell, she would know it by death, too.

Matriarch Phaeith Bella’viere Ven’torum still stood a proud and prominent noblewoman of Silvermoon city, a hero to some as well, and even the devil to others. With the changes of Aegis leadership, and those defaulting elsewhere, or some tiresome of the war, she found herself thirsting for blood. Blood she found, but the crimson liquid was tainted with things that current day have created the worst of terrors. Morning terrors, noon, and midnight. The pain of war, the sadness, loss, all of the horrible affects of war were clear and loud in the front of her mind. It was too much, and she took it alone.

She left Silvermoon, and she left Aegis to fight alongside the Horde. Despite the Horde taking paths and making decisions that no longer clicked with her, she fought for the Horde that she knew and loved. She fought for her people back home, and those she loved the most. Even those she hasn’t met, but those she knew stood civilians in the city. Protection, all she wanted to do was protect the citizens.

In this Sanctuary of Light she knelt, the sun wrapping her in the rays of its light, almost as if it was a sign for her to think of brighter days. To rethink her decisions, or perhaps, to figure out what she really wanted to do. Could she use fighting for her people as an excuse anymore, or could she find a place where she could do what she loved, without harboring more terrors than she has?

The thoughts of children of the Alliance cocooned her in her burning soul, full of sin it was. So full, it could have burned so bright that perhaps a Demon Hunter could have seen it. Her hands although admittedly unwashed and cleansed, she did her best to have justice done all the right ways. War however, accomplished none of that. Unnecessary war strides have been taken in her mind, and now, she was tired of it.

Her thoughts immediately fell to Aegis- but no, Aegis was not her home anymore. Her thoughts fell to others, but no, they were nowhere to be found... Resolute Blades badgered at the back of her head, and all of the hurt from Drimmari and their past romance- ah... She could feel the sun scolding her, or was it pushing her to forgive and forget? To move forward, because perhaps it could change her life, and others as well, for the better?

Ardal trained beside him. Hell, Drimmari Dra’zar was the most well-known Knight-Lord she knew of, and there was not a single Blood Knight of note who she could think of who could suggest otherwise. He wasn’t only a Knight-Lord, he stood a proud and victorious Warlord. Even though he was put into a coma for three weeks, he awakened and stands the man that he is today...

Strong, powerful, a vessel of carnage and resolution.

Bright ivory eyes reopened to the world, and she took in the stained color glass around her. The decorations on them, despite a few being chipped from sandstorms. She took in the dusty benches behind her, and soon she rose onto her feet. Feet that had her towering above her own menacing demons, and those feet... Those feet carried her to Dawn’s Reach.

While the journey took longer than two days, the guards of Dawn’s Reach would see a familiar face and let her in. The first thing she had to do was head to Drimmari’s quarters, and she did.

This war-bound soldier knocked on the Knight-Lord’s door, and soon enough, he would open the door to a woman who wasn’t a ghost any longer. She was the resilient, mighty, and refined Sin’dorei that he first spectated years ago...

“Are the Blades recruiting, Dra’zar?” Bella’viere’s pure voice fell from a soft and pink tongue. Her armor worn, yet not, her heart, eyes, and despite days of travel without rest, she was more awake than she ever has been. The helmet tucked beneath her right arm coaxed right into her side, nestled there like her most valuable heirloom of war. It was his move...

[ Finally found inspiration. Thank you to Resolute Blades for helping me, and thank you to my oldest friends for joining me on this expedition per usual. :) Here we go with the @’s... ;) ----- @drimmari , @mourne , @amariscieltus , @darlingknave , @everyoneelseinthebladesbutican’trememberallofyourhandlesilu - @lumealblackstrider , @empyrealrose , @xyveth-heartbane , @shalestren-v , @thecrimsonlion , @thecrimzonfuckr , @roses-and-arrows , @serelia-evensong , @sneakybinch , @cassielev , @ranekvilmas, @imightbemissingsomepeoplebutily ]

#The Warbound Seraph #Terrors of War #The Warlord & The Knight-Lord #Our Blood Is War #thank you to everyone who has pushed me to come back #lookin at u cass

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storykeeper-wra · 6 years ago

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The Illusions of the Storykeeper

Body

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Curvy frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips.Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

Height

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

Skin

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks. Burn marks.

Eyes

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Yellow. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Dark sclera. Dark Iris. Light Iris.Shaded Iris. Dark Pupil. Light Pupil.

Hair

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzzcut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum Blonde. Golden Blonde. Dirty Blonde. Ash Blonde. Honey Blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Almond brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Raven black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

Tattoos/Piercings

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Cupid’s Bow piercing. Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear piercing. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Chest-bone piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

Cosmetics

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red Lips. Pink Lips. Nude Lips. Dark Lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes.Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

Scent

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana (bloodthistle). Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

Clothing

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights.Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt.Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up Shirt. Band-Shirt. Sports-Shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off Shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest.Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. sport shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

Shoes

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Cat heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platform heels. Stripper heels. Bare feet.Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

Tagged by: @dardillien-ward , @nyura-shadowstep , @serelia-evensong , @roses-and-arrows , @adilynia ,

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libidomechanica · 3 years ago

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #146 texts

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bonniebird · 7 years ago

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What LJ Smith is writing more for the vampire diaries??? Omg what are they called??

The Vampire Diaries: Evensong: Paradise Lost (Kindle Worlds)

The Vampire Diaries: Evensong: The War of Roses (Kindle Worlds Novella)

The only way they would let her write for the characters she created again was through fanfiction so it’s in that kinda category only the first four and these two are actually written by her.

#Anonymous #bonniebirdanswers

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darklinaforever · 1 year ago

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L.J Smith, I'm still waiting for the final volume of Nightworld (which she's apparently still working on, so all hope is not lost) and her Evensong fanfiction from TVD books, because I need Bamon book endgame... (even if on the other hand I haven't found any news on this subject...)

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jeanlaurens1 · 5 years ago

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i. overview

Species: Seelie Feyrie

Full Name: Helle Bergström

Birthday & Age: March 7, 1396 / 623

Skill: Resurgency

Level: Senior Attorney

Occupation: Owns Thistledown Bed & Breakfast / Hit Feyrie

Neighborhood: Cottage at Thistledown, Dell Rapids

Residency Status: Returning resident, 250 / 3 years

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

ii. personality

+ charming, romantic, protective, & tenacious.

- flighty, anguished, guarded, & indulgent.

iii. about the species

feyries are creatures that once lived within the celestial gates. they were servants to the ethereal dynasty and were kept in charge of the elemental balance of the planet. they lived seemingly in harmony, the feyries content with their role until a group of feyries called the unseelie court decided to rebel against the deities. they were banished from the celestial gates, their fate to be forever lost in hell. although not a part of the rebellion, the seelie court started to be seen with suspicious eyes by the deities and were eventually banished as well. they didn’t have to ask for the favor of any demons, though, they were purposely sent to earth both out of self-preservation but also to have them balance out the damage done by the other part of their kind.

iv. the past

one // it’s an evensong, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony.

The sky was growing dim and she was never one to revel in the cold air. Humming to herself, she tried to make the best of things. The wispy soul stopped where she was, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She focused and observed her surroundings. Bare branches were coated in ice, reflecting the full moon with a faint glimmer. They shone as if encased in glass. The figure tenderly stepped onto a frozen puddle and watched the ice gain hairline fractures that shot out. She repeated the process and watched the myriad of cracks form a web-like design. She removed her foot to admire the newfound beauty of seeming imperfection. She kept traipsing about to pass the time, cracking a few puddles here and there and admiring red, plump holly berries adorning the verdure. A chill eventually crept into her bones and settled deep within as restlessness started to mount. A final stomp, issued by another, ushered her deeper into the creeping velvet of night.

“This isn’t what I was designed for,” she pleaded, wild eyes pricking with tears. The garrote around the victim’s neck was pulled tighter in response. The gurgling came to a sputtering, shuddering halt as the light in their irises finally dimmed. A shaky breath was expelled in tandem with the target’s last. “Now try,” a gentle command came. Helle unwound the cord, trying not to let her gaze linger upon the pooling bruise on paling skin. She traced the marks with delicate, tentative fingers. “I can’t,” she wailed. “You will.”

She did.

Her hand traveled lower, coming to rest over a still heart. The lifeless eyes were wide, an accusation that continued haunting Helle Bergström for centuries. She shifted her gaze from the mottled corpse to the pair that watched her with too much scrutiny. Helle closed her own and willed the tears on her lashes not to fall. Her other hand traced features she knew even in the dark, though the slight dimple was nowhere to be found. There was no fury accompanying hands wrapped around her slender neck when she deserved the taunt. The figure splayed before her had never been so still, and it was all the more unsettling.

Helle cupped the carved cheek in one hand and slipped between, beckoning the departed soul back to the realm of the living. She had extended a hand, reaching into that place between life and death, hoping the other would take it. “Isn’t loving something so fragile punishment enough?” She spoke gently but was cut off by a convulsing gasp.

“No.”

two // a cry at the final breath that is drawn.

The history between deities and feyries is a tangled one ⁠— a web, sometimes wound so tightly around their necks it leaves one breathless. It was not always such a complicated history. Millennia of entrapment and servitude did not sit well in the hollow bones of a fair few, thus the Unseelie court rebelled and was cast out of the heavens. A rift was formed and ricocheted throughout all groupings of deities, and the Seelie court fell soon after. There hasn’t always been bad blood, and not all of their kind were doomed to be subservient, yet the exploitation caused a splintered severance amidst the freedom. Before the mutiny, some existed in the space between the divine and the lowly.

Valkyries existed in that place, and with a closer affinity to the deities came more power. They served Odin and were tasked with choosing who may live in battle, and who shall perish. They escorted the slain warriors into the afterlife and thus had a modicum of control of the opening and closing of the celestial gates. A noble ferocity belonged to the sect, with some forming a penchant for a particular beloved human. Their very name, “choosers of the slain,” and origin was born out of necessity. They chose who shall be given the honor of gaining admittance to Valhalla, yet they were not above more sinister means to ensure their favored outcome.. This was one of the hardest losses of stripping the feyries from the heavens. Their origin and position have not been entirely forgotten by those rare few descended from this ilk.

On a snowy evening, the egg that would become a hatchling known as Helle Bergström was to be nurtured alongside a dormant flower. She was to be nurtured alongside and poke through the snow as it bloomed into a symbol of new life amidst more stark, icy, and dismal conditions. The hatchling was a spark of new life and had been nestled into the crook of a mountain by a descendent of Hildr — a senior Valkyrie with the power to revive the dead on the battlefields.

The days of battle are a distant memory in Helle’s blood but at times her heart beats with such a ferocity that echoes the war cries of her ancestors. She is far softer than them but inside lurks something that would never truly be dormant. The hatchling had flown to her maker, yet she believed herself to be a common flora. Buds bloomed under her gentle caress and many survived a wicked frost that they should not have recovered from. She was content to keep things in an everlasting bloom, staving off decay for a little bit longer. The power of resurgency was a rare one and her lineage had been noted by the golden council. She had appeared at every turn remarkably unremarkable until someone decided to test it.

Helle had gotten tangled up with a human and became utterly besotted. Roses that never wilted quite as fast were gifted by the fey, though her muse had not been made privy to her abilities. Each string of words had been offered like a string of precious stones and each kiss had been an unspoken love letter. On the eve of becoming a juvenile, Helle had been called into a clearing by a councilman. The limp figure of her beloved caused a halt in her step and she had not been quick enough to stop the light draining from their eyes. Her skills and her tenacity were tested that night as she brought them back from the precipice of death. She had cradled their head in her lap as the council sent them away from the realm of the living once more. Until dawn, first and last breaths were alternated from the victim as they were brought back to life before flickering out. It was chorused by Helle’s sobs and the hardening of her heart. The repetition of such a horrific act linked their souls as kindred, yet that much bloodshed has yet to be forgiven by the universe.

v. the current

three // wear me like a locket around your throat.

Over her centuries, Helle has been taken note of by the golden council. She is a free spirit, albeit a powerful one, and has happily floated from place to place wherever an attorney held in high regard was needed. Her original purpose has been rendered almost irrelevant with time. Though mankind continues to wage battles, her intervention and selection of the worthy have not been needed. It has left her a bit aimless but it didn’t take long for her to rise through the ranks to sentinel within the court, and then to that of an attorney. It was a rare sight to see a willowy figure amidst the warriors though her judiciousness and discretion served her in places brute force would not.

Feyries have always been a territorial bunch and that still rings true in the Dakotas. The Seelie Court selected the rapids as a place to build their headquarters and lay claim to the surrounding areas. It is a truly stunning slice of natural wonder and the Seelie staff work to maintain a balance of wildlife by monitoring hunting and fishing, amongst other activities. It is boasted as being incredibly safe to those that don’t act too cavalierly and with disregard for their surroundings. There have been a few animal attacks and disappearances, yet the victims have been trespassers or those that have crossed boundaries. The truth is far more sinister yet few suspect the feyries involvement. The sentences have usually been dealt out by sentinels, though Helle is apt to step in should a more delicate touch be needed or it’s above their rank. Her power has been called upon to reverse some executions, be it in South Dakota or abroad.

This is not her first foray into residency within the rapids. She likes moving from place to place, usually uprooting herself in the aftermath after ending another chapter in her star-crossed history. Helle had been a sentinel of the court 250 years ago and had made quick friends with the Elmwood siblings after settling into a large Victorian manor. The house and grounds eventually became Thistledown — a more elegant respite nestled within the elements. She had been powerless in support of the siblings, and a speck of guilt still haunts her when she lets her gaze settle upon the barren, haunted grounds. She maintained hands-off ownership of the b&b when she was called away from South Dakota but has settled back down within the last three years. Helle likes to come and goes as she pleases, preferring to live in a quaint cottage on the grounds. She maintains the lush gardens, but the caretaking and daily operations have recently been helmed by another feyrie taking refuge with Helle. She is most likely to be found painting in wispy ballgowns and is always able to offer the proper remedy to a problem in a teacup... even if it’s just filled to the brim with whiskey.

vi. connections

✗ SEELIE COURT - Helle Bergström has been noted by the court, but part of her is still inwardly seething around how her powers were revealed and tested. She has largely blocked that night from her memory, but images still haunt her dreams leaving her waking in anguish and terror. She hasn’t entirely forgiven the court for the doomed nature of her kindred, but she has risen through the ranks quite happily. She has crafted a cozy existence in Thistledown once more and though she may have her qualms, she is in a better place to hold her own and oversee.

✗ THE INQUISITIVE - Starcrossed is putting things lightly. Love and innocence died screaming and has yet to recover centuries later. There have been many incarnations ⁠— different forms, faces, genders. Not every crossing of paths was a romantic one, but they have all been doomed in one way or another. Sometimes the environment and timing aren’t conducive to things flourishing, and other times Helle can’t place where things went wrong. Sometimes feelings simply aren’t reciprocated, be it from her or the kindred. At times her soulmate already has another path in life, that they want to get to, and she is never the type to hold someone back. Ever the aching hopeful she is willing to just keep that person, as long as she can love them, but she lets them go in each lifetime. How low does someone have to get, to fight for such a relationship? She’s aware they won’t always be happy together, even though they needed each other at some point in each chapter of her life and each of their lifetimes. She relaunches herself each time they crash and burn, with Helle trying to use her pain to start a new adventure, to get over this love. She has been faced with the newest incarnation trespassing into the campsite, with Helle tasked to flicker out their existence once again. Attempted murder is quite the first impression. (( note: this is not a set ship and is to be plotted! ))

✗ AMBER ELMWOOD - An old friend made new. All of those years ago, Helle was supportive of the Elmwood siblings doing what they felt was necessary. The Court stuck to inaction on that matter, and silence and ignorance ultimately was their action. She was powerless and she detested seeing her friend in such pain, but she could do little more than offer a shoulder to cry on about the fate of the wytches and to watch idly as rage and rebellion torched the forest around their elm. Her heart was heavy with the loss of natural beauty, and it ultimately grew heavier shortly after when things went bottom-up with her kindred soul. She fled South Dakota, back to the Nordic pines she fled from last. Helle has recently resurfaced for good and has decided not to let the Unseelie and Seelie’s distaste for the other stop a reemerging friendship blooming in secrecy.

Her face claim is JODIE COMER and she’s written & played by RIAN.

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