#para: duncan

[theobaudelaire]

He nodded his head, small smile quirking the corners of his lips. The casualness with which he asked the question almost felt amusing to him. It was a pretty normal sentence, but to him a divorce was something serious, something that hopefully only happened once, if at all. To imagine that it could be only the first time out of many was absurd to him, but that was only because of his romantic nature. He also wasn't immortal. He would live longer than humans probably, but that thought hadn't crossed his mind yet.

In that moment, as he stood in the store, the realization washed over him, even when he could choose for himself, he still tried to ask for someone else's opinion. It was almost ironic how he told him that he wanted to pick something without help for once and then immediately asked for his help. Maybe the fault wasn't totally on his ex-wife after all. He fully smiled at him, at his encouragements and started looking around.

His gaze wandered, landing first on a beautifully crafted bookshelf. He loved reading in his free time and thought this could add character to his living space while also being a great way to display his book collection.

He noticed something was engraved into the wood of the old bookshelf, when he got closer he could read: ''To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.'' Right next to the quote was an even smaller inscription, barely discernible: ''For Evelyn, with everlasting affection - J.W''

''Wow! I wonder who are these people.'' Even after his divorce, he still found this gesture beautiful, he felt lucky even to be able to witness it. He was hoping this story didn't have a terrible ending. ''Did you know them?'' He asked the owner curiously.

The old vampire was usually terribly dismissive towards anyone really - after all, why invest into mortals who would be around for merely a fraction of Duncan’s infinite lifespan or bother with someone who didn’t have Duncan’s mileage behind them. Even most humans would not go out of their way to hang out with children. Unless they were their own. Done staring and committing how Theodore had grown up to a fine young man to memory, Duncan proceeded to display interest and patience he rarely had for anyone, which to someone who did not know him would just come off as moderate politeness really, when in fact it was a rare honor. More important people had been in Duncan’s company and it had only earned them the vampire’s early exit out of the room they both occupied, no better treated than a piece of furniture collecting dust on the side. But the difference was with whether they were important to Duncan or not, and there was nothing more important to Duncan than family.

“Ah, a first time divorcee?” He inquired, completely glossing over the awkward apologies. “So this time, you may pick whatever you like.” The vampire sauntered closer, hands neatly tucked behind his back. There was no smile on his face but there was a trace of it in his tone. “Walk around some more. Pick what you like. Do not think too deeply on it. Be a man free of a spouse's judgement to your heart's content.” He suggested with a small nod of his head.

[mircrobios]

[witchysethharper]

Seth joined the party in Krovs Town much later than his claim Duncan. He'd sent Duncan off earlier since the witch had to take care of Circe to ensure she'd be settled for the night with her favorite blanket and toys in the castle's kennel. God forbid he drank too much and couldn't get back home and Seth didn't want to forcibly limit himself into having not as much fun as he could for his last Christmas alive. Besides, sobriety for an evening seemed impossible with Shade serving him drinks at Cannabites –– the benefits of being friends with the owner of his favorite restaurant.

He found Duncan at the bar after meeting up with Shade and swiftly stole the seat next to his claim. "Merry fucking Christmas, dude," he said. "How 'bout a drink on me?"

@sirduncanx

[callie-everest]

STARTER: Callie & Duncan LOCATION: The Park STATUS: CLOSED

Matilda was getting more and more confident as the days went by, and now that she had had all her first vaccines she was allowed to go outside and explore the big wide world properly. It was a complete joy watching the little puppy get outside and sniff and explore and flop about. She was exactly the most graceful little thing, stumbling about slightly without the use of one of her front legs, but it didn’t stop her in the slightest. She was the sweetest, most enthusiastic little soul, and Callie thanked her lucky stars every day that the pair had found each other.

They were spending the afternoon in the park together, Matilda currently completely tuckered out from the morning’s adventures, snoozing on the picnic blanket Callie had laid out for them both while Callie painted a watercolour scene of the park in front of her. Suddenly Matilda was awake, distracted by a nearby duck, and before Callie could stop her she’d taken off in an ungraceful little gallop, leash trailing behind her. Callie scrambled to her feet, chasing after the little puppet, foot catching on some unforeseen dip in the ground and falling. She managed to get her hand on the leash, the puppy not fast enough to outrun the fae, but she had acquired a nasty graze, blood streaming down her left knee. “Fuck-“ she muttered, blinking back the tears of shock and pain that filled her eyes as she looked around a little helplessly, wondering what she should do next.

@antiquecritique​ 

[matthewbaudelaire]

Matthew had been somewhat in his thoughts as he was walking so the 'good evening' being directed at him came as a surprise that caused his shoulders to stiffen and jerk, "Woah, fuck," the man had been standing so still there on the side of the road that from the edges of Matthew's vision he'd poorly assumed that the man was some kind of inanimate object. Once he'd collected himself, Matthew let out a low chuckle at his own thoughtlessness, "Sorry. I didn't see you there, or I did but..." he couldn't exactly say that he'd thought he was some kind of statue so instead just moved on, "...nevermind. Sorry. Hi," and gave a returned nod inclining his head in greeting.

"Did you... want something?" As far as he could recall, the man wasn't familiar but Matthew was familiar enough with vampires to be able to recognize one and this one in particular looked very much like the picture of a vampire gentleman. In the past, it hadn't been all too often for vampires to seek him out for blood consumption purposes, one of his clients usually telling a friend and that friend coming to find him for a talk or something along those lines but it'd been such a long time since any random vampires had approached Matthew for anything such as that so he really wasn't quite sure if this was going to be something to that extent or if the man was simply offering a passing greeting.

The young man finally broke free of the other’s chattering clutches, turning around and walking away from the store. Matthew would not be able to see or hear the mumble this greasy seller had made under the unruly mustache above his upper lip as soon as Matty was safely farther away. But Duncan did, differently-colored eyes trained on the man along with his supernatural hearing. “... you’ll be back again. You’ll be back so often.” Spoke the guy with a chuckle, around a cigarette he’d just popped between his lips, about to light it up as he retreated back into his seedy little store hangout. These words made Duncan narrow his eyes ever so slightly. 

Nothing other left to see or notice by the store, the old vampire’s eyes slid to Matty, who was walking down the street his way, about to pass him by. Duncan made no move to make himself inconspicuous. He remained standing there, perfectly still, gaze following Matty’s movement unmistakably, without any self-consciousness for staring. If a striking, tall figure of a dark-haired man in an old-fashioned yet pristine suit holding a paper bag in the crook of his arm while the other was neatly and almost gentlemanly folded behind his back wasn’t enough to draw attention, then a polite ‘good evening’ paired up with a nod undeniably directed at Matty as he passed him by surely would.

[drpaisleyduncan]

good ole tiffany

tw: death mentions: jordan hayes ( @jordhayes ), tiffany conrad ( @tiffanyjeanconrad ), lakeyn mccray ( @lakeynxmccray ) location: jordan's farm (hagfield)

it had been immediately a busy week for paisley upon her return to hidehill, after dealing with her father and the condition he was in back home, she was ready to leave, go anywhere else than where she was, and that's where she's found herself back in town, and of course, she was greeted by the news of deaths and almost instantly witnessed one herself back at the baby shower. people were right to question her return, she already was very far away, why did she choose to come back to a place that sort of has become the belly of the beast, where dead bodies just pop up here and there? when she could be actually next? at first, she did ask herself the same question, not knowing what the goal being back there is, but it felt like the right thing to do.

and of course, her gut feeling has proven her right.

upon finding out what happened to lakeyn, she almost have literally dropped everything as she unpacking her things at harlow and went straight to the hospital. she's frequented her workplace a lot more that usual, specifically to see for herself how lakeyn was doing, and made an agreement with the woman's doctor to take care of the her, not because paisley needed to, but she wanted to. she felt like she should've been there when the other needed her most, and she wasn't going to let such thing happen again, not let lakeyn to be alone.

that, she had promised not only herself, but also jordan. she only knew of their bond not because one of them has talked about it, but watching their interaction was enough for paisley to know how strong that is, something she didn't need to elaborate. of course, he needed to know how lakeyn's recovery has progressing, since it had been the thing paisley was focusing on outside of the hospital, made sure that lakeyn is doing better by the day, no matter now slow it is.

instead of heading home as soon as her shift was done, she decides to head to jordan's place instead, she had notified him beforehand, and thought that it would be better to meet before she comes back to lakeyn's place, where she has been staying more as of late. it does look like that they're shacking up, but it was far more than that.

rather than drive her car in the farm, the doctor has chosen to park it just outside and walk her way inside, somehow feeling the need to admire the place and what jordan has done to it. the morning air was just something she needed, with all the stress of how hectic has it been at the hospital, this was some kind of a breather, one she didn't know she needed. as she was heading towards his home, the scarecrow before her has caught her attention. perhaps, it was the slight exhaustion that she couldn't make up what felt, or looked different about it, and against the protest of her own body, paisley has found herself walking towards it, chills running down her spine as what once was a peaceful, calming surroundings changed in a snap.

and right then and there, her vision clears. tiffany conrad, tied up in a wooden stand, horror etched on her face right at the last moment of her living existence before life was taken away from her.

upon realization, paisley tried to scream as she was stepping back, yet at first, not a sound came out, she felt numb in fear, stuck in her own, scrambled thoughts before she finally trips, shutting her eyes for a moment before once more looking at the tied up corpse before her, and that is when the serene calm of the farm was now replaced by the doctor's scream.

[wingamy24]

i get asked my community headcannons often, and I don't know what to say because like

jeff: bisexual with preference to women. That man will die thinking he's straight.

britta: tried being a lesbian so bad but didn't make it. Had a few girlfriends in high school but they were more platonic than anything. Maybe bisexual with heavy preference to men (HORRIBLE men, in fact)

annie: girlie thinks she's straight cause she likes twilight and abed. she likes women a lot honestly

abed: bisexual, male pronouns but simply not gender. His gender is Abed

troy: that man is gay

chang: gay

frankie: lesbian demiwoman

duncan: straight but has a weird thing for jeff. what do we think

dean: dean

alright that's it thank you guys

🎶🎵🎵🎶TODO LO QUE PUEDA ARREGLAR HOY LO DEJARÉ PARA MAÑANA💃💃💃🕺🕺🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶

[pupsmailbox]

HALLOWEEN ID PACK

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PRONOUNS︰ attic/attic. bat/bat. bell/bell. black/black. blood/blood. bone/bone. boo/boo. cabre/macabre. candle/candle. candy/bar. candy/candy. candybar/candybar. carve/carve. cavity/cavity. cem/cemetery. chaos/chaos. choco/chocola. claw/claw. co/coffin. costume/costume. crim/crimson. cry/crypt. dark/dark. darkroom/darkroom. demon/demon. devil/devil. dread/dreadful. end/ender. eve/eve. fair/fair. fang/fang. fest/festival. flick/flick. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. grem/gremlin. grim/grim. grue/gruesome. hallo/ween. hallow/hallow. hallow/halloween. halloween/halloween. haunt/haunt. haunted/haunted. hay/hayride. hex/hex. hide/hide. howl/howl. imp/imp. mis/mischeif. mon/monster. monster/monster. myst/mystery. para/normal. poi/poison. poison/poison. polter/geist. prank/prank. pum/pumpkin. pump/kin. pump/pumpkin. pumpkin/pumpkin. scare/crow. scream/scream. shriek/shriek. skel/skeleton. skeleton/skeleton. skull/skull. so/soul. spider/spider. spirit/spirit. spook/spook. spooky/spooky. static/static. sweet/sweet. tale/tale. thrill/thriller. tomb/tomb. treat/treat. tri/trick. trick/treat. trick/trick. trickster/trickster. vamp/vamp. vamp/vampire. vampire/vampire. venom/venom. voi/void. web/web. werewolf/werewolf. witch/witch. wolf/wolf. zomb/zomb. zombie/zombie. ⚰️. 🍁. 🍂. 🍫. 🍬. 🍭. 🎃. 👻. 💀. 💚. 💜. 🕯. 🕷. 🕷️. 🕸. 🖤. 🦇. 🦴. 🧡.

[nottheangel-raphael]

"You're very welcome," Raphael replied, smirking at the other comment Duncan made about his slaves. Unfortunate for them, fortunate for him, which was all that mattered. "If you'd like some privacy to change, you may use the bathroom down the hall and to the right. Would you like another drink or anything to eat?" he offered, not caring if Duncan was still working through his first drink.

There was no expectaton of what was to come for him, or what he was going to be given to wear. He didn’t put as much faith in normal clothes, not now during such a party where he was meant to be the entertainment. Even despite how nice the other was being towards him, though he didn’t doubt there was some sort of motives hiding under the smile and free drinks. Duncan waited, his arms crossed still over his chest as his companon disappeared within the suit, returning only a few moments later with something else in his hands. “That’s unfortunate for them.” He muttered, reminding himself now not to do anything that could potentially get him in his care permanently. His growing anxiety to get out of there came in double as he looked at the robe. “Uh– thank you for the help.”

[altercrafting]

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sources ill do rqs for : dsmp, ausmp¹, hermitcraft (especially s9 - 10), empires smp (especially s2), life series, witchcraft smp, team crafted, main channel yogscast + some yogscast duncan.

bold sources I'm most familiar with! sometimes, my memory is rusty, and I may get things wrong sometimes. :(

¹ I'm most familiar with my source when it comes to AUSMP.

i can also add on pk content if asked. Packs will take longer. But I am willing to do stuff such as: pk banners, pk colors, (simple) pk descs, (simple) pk display names, and proxies.

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DSMP

QSMP

Hermitcraft (+ life series)

YHS (I have a. Personal rewrite happening in our head)

30daySMP

Scu/slimecicle cenimatic universe

OSMP

Witchcraft smp

New Life SMP

Empires s1 & s2

SDMP

HIGHCRAFT (I LOGVE HIGHCRAFT)

Tangos Create Series

TEAM CRAFTED !!!

EPIC SMP

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[jartita-me-teneis]

El hombre que lee el mundo: el hijo de David Bowie lanzó un club de lectura en línea en su honor. Algo no muy conocido sobre Bowie: era un ávido lector, a veces terminaba un libro en un solo día. La estrella de rock David Bowie era "una bestia de lector", según su hijo, Duncan Jones; así que Jones decidió crear un club de lectura en línea para honrar a su padre amante de la literatura. La cuenta oficial de Instagram de la difunta estrella del rock lo apodó el 'Bowie Book Club'. Los gustos literarios de David Bowie eran de gran alcance; incluyendo clásicos como "Madame Bovary" de Gustave Flaubert y "La Ilíada" de Homer; novelas como A "Clockwork Orange" de Anthony Burgess y "Infantes de la primavera" de Wallace Thurman; junto con una amplia variedad de obras de no ficción: historia, biografía, arte, arquitectura y más... ¡Incluso el Beano!

Tres años antes de morir, David Bowie hizo una lista de los cien libros que habían transformado su vida - una lista que formó algo similar a una autobiografía. Es revelador que entre las declaraciones públicas finales de Bowie estaba que esta lista de sus 100 mejores libros fue ofrecida como parte de la exhibición del museo David Bowie Is. Como Bowie aparentemente no ha dejado memorias atrás, lo más cerca que se aventuró a la autobiografía es esta lista de libros.

LEER ABRE LA MENTE

[superkarakortada]

Isadora Duncan bailando en la playa. Descalza, por supuesto, para no mojarse las zapatillas...

[lleccmte]

WOO DOHWAN ? não! é apenas ARTHUR DUNCAN LECOMTE, ele é filho de ARES do chalé 5, e tem VINTE E SETE ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há DOZE ANOS sabia? e se lá estiver certo, ARTH é bastante CATIVANTE mas também dizem que ele é INESCRUPULOSO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

cnns.

ABOUT. shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads. beer sticking to the floor. cheers chanted, cause they said : ' there is no chance, trying to be the greatest in the league. '

Camile Jeon era uma jovem de família pobre que tinha sonhos de grandeza muito além do que os conservadores de sua pequena cidade diziam que poderia alcançar. Via na televisão, as lindas meninas dançando no gelo e queria ser como elas ; mas era diferente - muito diferente. Filha de um caso do pai, professor do ensino fundamental, com uma mente brilhante e um diploma renomado que não lhe conseguiu muito na vida, com a deusa Atena. 

Sempre soube de sua herança divina, o pai solteiro - muito criticado pelas mesmas bocas que diziam que ela não seria nada na vida - , foi honesto consigo sobre a linhagem especial de qual vinha desde que era criança , em partes porque não sabia como lidar sozinho com a excentricidade da filha. Como sempre tinha feito, Camile tomou conta dos dois, e fez as melhores escolhas para que eles pudessem prosperar - sempre com um plano, sempre estrategista. Aos quinze, era uma das campistas mais celebradas do acampamento, missões bem sucedidas e bênção divina para dizer que foi valente e importante para os deuses. 

Porém, aos dezessete, sabia que seu tempo ali tinha acabado - trabalhou incessantemente para se manter acima d'água, podendo tomar conta do pai, e conseguir treinar patinação. Estava além da idade e sabia disto, mas como sempre ; havia um plano para sua vida, e mesmo que fosse cortando caminhos, ela alcançaria glória. 

Pois dito e feito, aos dezoito anos foi convidada por uma treinadora francesa para se juntar ao seu time, e embora tenha - por um instante, que fosse - hesitado em aceitar, sabendo que o pai tinha dificuldade em se virar sem ela ; o plano era o plano. Desta forma, foi para França e começou a se preparar para as Olimpíadas. Contudo, seu caminho, não foi sem adversidade e reconstrução. Primeiro, a morte do progenitor que a deixou sem família, depois uma fratura que a deixou longe da equipe por um ano. Já tinha vinte, já devia ter alcançado sucesso naquela altura e tudo que parecia acumular desde que deixou o acampamento eram fracassos. Contudo, Camile era esperta e inescrupulosa - qualidades que mais tarde passaria ao filho - , e escreveria seu próprio destino, como bem entendesse.

A sorte mudou completamente quando achou em Alistair Lecomte, sua passagem para o tão sonhado êxito. Alistair era um jogador de hockey, que foi forçado a se aposentar cedo por conta de um ligamento rompido, mas não estava fora de forma e mantinha paixão pelo gelo. A filha de Atena encontrou um técnico para os dois, que os transformou em uma dupla formidável, porém era mais que isto. Além de patinar juntos, os dois mantinham um romance público que gerou inveja em todos na França e ao redor do globo, e fez com que torcessem ainda mais para os patinadores, que eventualmente ganharam medalhas e mais medalhas, troféus e mais troféus, fama e mais fama. Juntos, eram imbatíveis - porém, apesar do que acreditavam os tablóides, Camile e Alistair eram apenas melhores amigos, que fingiam estar apaixonados para esconder a verdadeira orientação de Ali da família afluente. 

Depois de se aposentar no topo de suas carreiras, os dois resolveram se casar . Foi o evento do século, casaram-se uma vez em Las Vegas para manter o pretenso de paixão, depois tiveram cerimônias na França e nos Estados Unidos, a mulher decidida a mostrar para todos que duvidaram de si, exatamente o quão longe tinha chegado. 

Na vida particular, Alistair mantinha o homem que amava em segredo e Camile tinha seus casos sem importância - apesar de serem apenas amigos, Alistair era sua pessoa, sua alma gêmea e tudo que precisava. Ela não contava, no entanto, que o deus da guerra fosse tomar interesse por ela, em uma noite de verão, em um cabaré exclusivo em Viena. 

Nove meses depois, uma criança nasceu desse encontro - com uma colher de ouro na boca, e amado tanto por Camile quanto por Alistair, que já tinha dado seu nome a esposa e fez o mesmo com o filho. Afinal, assim via o pequeno Arthur, como o filho que sempre quis ter. 

Camile fez com Arth, o mesmo que o pai tinha feito consigo - foi honesta sobre quem realmente era. Sobre a existência dos deuses, as guerras que este mundo já tinha enfrentado, e a possibilidade de que iria enfrentar muitas outras, fazendo com que ele tivesse de se proteger quando ela e Alistair não fossem o suficiente para mantê-lo seguro. 

Desta forma, como tinha sido com a mãe, Arthur foi para o acampamento meio sangue aos treze, descobrindo então seu poder que antes se manifestava principalmente quando estava no colégio, envolvido em algum esporte, ou se metendo em alguma briga. Odicinese, era como chamavam, comum aos filhos de Ares - podia manipular os sentimentos mais latentes que vinham da guerra , entre eles, a raiva - sua especialidade. No começo, se sentiu perdido sobre como usar aquilo a seu favor, demorando para sair do nível I em seu treinamento - mas como a mãe, era esperto e inescrupuloso, e depois de certo tempo descobriu que encontrava prazer em ver as pessoas lutando contra aqueles que diziam amar, respeitar e venerar.

Por pouco, antes de ter controle sobre o poder, não destruiu o casamento dos pais. Os dois entrando em combates, às vezes até mesmo violentos, levados à loucura por uma força que não podiam nomear . Apesar de amá-lo, a mãe o ressentiu então, por quase tirar de si , a única pessoa mais preciosa que ele - o melhor amigo que lhe trouxe glória. 

Foi no futebol americano que encontrou uma escapatória de sua própria fúria. Aos vinte e dois, já tinha sido contratado pelos 49ers, e jogado um super bowl. Todos faziam festa quando ele estava em campo, estrategista como era, sempre se destacava nas partidas e mais que tudo, quando pegava na bola, os adversários salivavam com competitividade ; era como se estivessem em um campo de batalha e ele gostava assim. 

Apesar de passar as off seasons no acampamento, ou com o pai e seu namorado, Nick , a quem ele e sua mãe adoram, dando apoio para que um dia Alistair venha a público com a verdade, estava no meio de uma temporada de treinamento quando recebeu o chamado de Dionísio. Tentou convencer a mãe a vir consigo, mas sabia que ela jamais iria abandonar o pai, portanto foi com uma despedida, em sua opinião, excessivamente melosa, que se despediu da família, e da vida que sem saber , estava deixando para trás, os 49ers encerrando seu contrato depois de dois meses fora, causando cólera nos fãs - afinal, ele era o melhor na liga. 

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PODERES: Odicinese, a habilidade de manipular sentimentos e emoções da guerra, como ódio, raiva e medo. Arthur, em especial, se destaca manipulando a raiva, transformando-a em sua maioria em grande competitividade. 

HABILIDADES: sentidos aguçados e força sobre-humana. 

ARMA: ' basileus ' , rei em latim - uma adaga de ferro estígio que ganhou do próprio pai depois de uma missão bem sucedida onde salvou a vida de um irmão. a arma é intrincada com desenhos de batalha em prata, e afiada como é, corta pela pele de qualquer monstro e também qualquer coração, ele imagina - embora nunca tenha a testado em um humano. no dia a dia, ela se parece com um anel que fica no dedo indicador e tem o formato de uma caveira. 

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 membro da equipe azul do clube da luta, instrutor de combate corpo a corpo e patrulheiro. 

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Min-Ji hummed with interest as she followed after Duncan, "Eternal beauty. I like the sound of that." She always fancied that she would be beautiful eternally, fae like her were blessed with long lives and so could theoretically stay young and beautiful for centuries. She paused momentarily when he did and glanced to his offered hand, not something she needed but she took it anyway, not to be polite, but simply because it was offered and she enjoyed the pampering however moderate. It made her feel important and special even if the intention wasn't meant to do so. She just was mindful of her wings following behind her, keeping them closely folded against her back, though after having done so for quite some time now she was feeling the need to stretch them out but would keep that for later. Of course, once she'd ascended the stairs with Duncan's help, she was pleased to find that this space was far more spacious than the previous ones and that she could in fact stretch out her wings ever so slightly without fear of bumping them into something delicate and fragile like below in the main showroom of the shop. So after releasing his hand, she allowed to extend her wings behind herself in a half curl so the white points of her feathers could rustle out a bit more comfortably before settling back against her back.

"That's pretty," she commented, looking up at the painted skylight, rather interested in the prettily painted glass, but she wasn't here to look at that so soon returned her focus to the room around. "It doesn't actually look very haunted up here at all," she marveled with a smile. With the soft light coming through the painted glass, diffusing colors in muted shades against the walls of the room it looked quite whimsical in a way.

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"Ah, well, thank you," Seth replied, clearing his throat again. Was this awkward? Maybe a little. Best to move on and not make it as awkward although that feat seemed impossible with Seth Harper involved in the conversation. "Right, uh, let's go upstairs." He quickly pulled out his phone and sent in the request for a rental, which was approved in seconds. He gestured for Duncan to follow him up the stairs and thank god the staff apartments weren't too far away from the Undercroft. "Unfortunately, I can't do anything about the collar and leash spell," he explained as he unlocked his door with a flick of his wrist and a spark of magic. "That one'll wear off in a couple days. But, uh..." He glanced at the slave's neck as they entered his suite, remembering exactly how that spell worked from the one time Shade used it on him. "Like I said, no pressure. If you need, uh, help with the side effects of it, I don't mind. Or we can just pretend it's not happening."

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annotation; Hello! How are you? Here is the second edit I've done, and I must say I'm still learning a lot! This time I decided to do an edit of this famous scene of Gwen and Trent in Total Drama Island but with Duncan instead of Trent (because I love the Gwuncan ship!!). Although I'm not completely satisfied with the result, it has served me well as practice and I'm getting better every time. I hope you like it, although I still see a lot of things to improve! 🥀🤍

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anotacion; Hola! Como estan? Aquí está el segundo "edit" que hago, ¡y debo decir que todavía estoy aprendiendo mucho! Esta vez decidí hacer un "edit" de esta famosa escena de Gwen y Trent en Isla del Drama pero con Duncan en lugar de Trent (porque el ship Gwuncan me encanta!!). Aunque no estoy completamente satisfecha con el resultado, me ha servido mucho como práctica y cada vez voy mejorando. ¡Espero que les guste, aunque yo aún veo un montón de cosas que mejorar! 🥀🤍

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anotação; Olá! Como vai você? Aqui está a segunda edição que fiz e devo dizer que ainda estou aprendendo muito! Dessa vez resolvi fazer uma “edição” dessa famosa cena de Gwen e Trent em Ilha dos Desafios mas com Duncan no lugar de Trent (porque adoro o ship Gwuncan!!). Embora não esteja totalmente satisfeito com o resultado, tem-me servido bem como prática e estou melhorando cada vez mais. Espero que gostem, embora ainda veja muita coisa para melhorar! 🥀🤍

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