#samson is the strong silent type

[jokeringcutio]

Can you make another one of the albert Shaw, but can it be a continuation from the neighbour when he meets her?

AN: Sure ♡ Enjoy :)

Drabble: Albert’s pretty neighbor - part 2

Fandom: The Black Phone (2022), Pairing: (AFAB) Reader x Albert Shaw/The Grabber Ratings: Mature Warnings: Older man x younger woman, attractive neighbor, giving you a free life hack in this, mutual attraction but neither dare act on it, crushing on a villain/the bad guy, thigh clenching, Reader likes Albert’s dog Samson.

The sun was beating down on your exposed skin. You were pulling weeds, dirty nails clawing at the earth, when you heard a soft whimper. Glancing up, you saw Samson, Albert’s hulking cane corso, watching you with those soulful eyes from the other side of the flowerbed. He was separated only from you by your neighbor’s fence, but looked like he would have jumped upon you if it hadn’t been there.

"Hey there, big guy," you cooed, wiping sweat from your brow, the sun a relentless predator above.

"Seems like Samson has taken a liking to you," came a deep, gravelly voice. Albert stood a few feet away, his chestnut hair tousled, grey-blue eyes gleaming under the falling sunlight.

"Does he now?" You chuckled, standing and brushing off your hands on your thighs. You edged closer to the fence, fingers lingering on the wooden slats. Samson's tail wagged, a slow thump against the ground.

"He's usually wary of strangers," Albert confessed, taking a step forward. His gaze never left you. "But you're different."

"Perhaps I'm attracted to the dangerous types,” you teased. The way Albert's eyes darkened, just for a second, made your skin tingle.

Had you said something wrong? Or right? "Or perhaps he senses kinship. He wants to be a good boy, I want to be a good girl," you quickly said, feeling a flutter in your stomach. "Perhaps," he murmured, almost to himself. He cleared his throat, shaking off whatever thought had gripped him. "How’s the garden coming along?"

"Slowly but surely," you sighed, glancing back at the tangled mess of plants. "Seems like every time I make progress, these weeds pop up."

"Gardening is a battle," he said softly, a strange warmth in his voice. His hands, rough and calloused, gripped the top of the fence. "But it's worth it. Beauty for all that effort."

"Yes, exactly." You smiled, feeling a connection, something unnamed sparking between you both. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in despite the age gap, despite the unknown shadows in his eyes.

"Need any help?" he offered, tilting his head, a lock of greying hair slipping over his forehead. He looked almost boyish, and you couldn't help but imagine what his touch might feel like, strong yet tender.

"That's kind of you, Albert, but…" you began, but he cut you off with a raised hand.

"Please. It's no trouble. Neighbors should help each other out." His voice was firm, authoritative, but there was an underlying softness that made you relent.

"All right then," you agreed, heart pounding as he slipped through the gate into your yard. Samson followed, a silent shadow at his master's heel.

"Let’s start over there," Albert suggested, pointing to a particularly stubborn patch of weeds. You nodded, feeling the heat of his body as he moved past you, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with sweat.

"Thanks, Albert. You're very kind,” you said, kneeling down beside him. His smile was warm, but his eyes, those piercing eyes, held secrets. You wished you knew what thoughts made them darken with desire. Was it you? Your presence?

You suppressed a slight shiver. Having him near, smelling his scent, and feeling his hot skin next to your own was enticing.

"Just being neighborly," he replied, his tone light. But you couldn't shake the feeling that beneath the surface, something darker lurked. Something dangerous.

"Well, I appreciate it," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. As you worked side by side, the distance between you seemed to shrink, the air thick with unspoken words and hidden desires.

"Anytime," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but wonder what lay behind that charming facade, what shadows hid within his heart.

But for now, you let the moment linger, enjoying the rare closeness, the fleeting connection. Even if it was built on a foundation of lies and darkness.

"Anytime," he repeated, almost like a promise. And you couldn't help but hope he'd keep it.

A sudden, sharp clatter came from within Albert's house. You both froze, your breath catching in your throat. Your eyes instantly flicked to the side. Samson was there, wagging his tale, happily circling around the two of you as you worked on the flowerbed side by side.

So it wasn’t him. But Albert lived on his own, right?

A burglar?

"Did you hear that?" you asked, instantly rising from your knees.

The sound seemed to have come from his basement. A tiny window that you hadn’t noticed before, situated behind the back, lay at the source of the sound.

"Probably just Samson knocking something over," Albert said quickly, standing up and brushing off his hands. His smile was tight, eyes flickering with an uneasy light.

“Samson’s right here,” you reasoned, trying to peer through his basement window. "It sounded like it came from downstairs." Your heart pounded harder against your ribs, curiosity mingling with unease.

"Must have been the ironing plank,” Albert pressed, blocking your way before you could peer through the bars of the tiny window located slightly above the grass line. You would need to go on your hands and knees for that, but Albert prevented you from doing that, holding out a reassuring hand to signal everything was all right.

And he must be right. If he wasn’t worried, why should you be? A burglar? Unlikely. Nothing as exciting as that had happened in Denver for ages. You were scaring yourself now for no reason.

“Did some of my ironing there earlier today,” he explained in such a calm voice that you felt the tenseness leave your muscles. You slowly started to relax, noticing the delighted spark in Albert’s eyes as he watched you visibly getting less tense.

“It probably fell over. Might not have set it against the wall properly," he insisted, his tone firmer now.

"How about coming inside for a drink? It's awfully hot out here."

You considered for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, why not?"

Albert led the way into his house, his demeanor shifting from tense to overly casual. You followed, eyes darting around, taking in the neatness of his home. He clearly lived here on his own. No signs of belongings of anyone else. Not that you expected it. You knew he was a bachelor in his fifties, working an ordinary job and living an ordinary life.

Plus, you had seen his home before. He often invited you over for a drink. You figured it made him feel less lonely, that it was nice for him to talk to someone. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to be near him. You took every opportunity to be by his side – to hear more about him, listen to that deep and dark voice, watch those bright blue eyes roam over your body, and fantasize that there could be more between you.

Yet… Everything is in its place, but too perfect. Too controlled.

Samson padded behind you, tail still waggling with delight. You flashed him a small smile before looking back at Albert who had come to a halt and was waiting for you to catch up.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing to the living room. He disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with two cans of soda. He handed you one, fingers grazing yours for just a second longer than necessary.

"Thanks," you murmured, taking a sip. His kitchen lacked a certain variety, you mused silently.  

You watched him how his eyes darkened, unreadable, as he took a long sip.

"So? Ironing eh?" you said. “Share?”

"Not much to tell," he replied with a shrug, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of something deeper. "Did the laundry.”

“You don’t seem to wear anything that needs ironing. Not a lot anyway,” you said, feeling the heat rush through you as you realized you were looking him up and down. His pants perhaps, you thought.

“I wear shirts,” he said in his defense, to which you sputtered and stifled a laugh.

“Hang them to dry on a clothes hanger. No ironing needed, guaranteed.”

The thoughtful expression on Albert’s face made you laugh openly now.

“What? You never thought of that before?”

“Not yet, no,” he reluctantly admitted, but with that small curl of his lips that indicated he enjoyed this banter. His fingers curled tighter around the can he was holding. The fact you noticed this betrayed how you fixated on him.

“I’m just an average guy, trying to get by," he murmured, voice low and not average at all. Not with the way he made the heat rush between your legs, squeezing them together and silently wishing he hadn’t noticed. You clung a little tighter to your own soda can as well, hoping the coolness of the can would cool you down as well.

"Somehow, I don't believe that," you teased, leaning forward slightly. "Everyone has their secrets."

"Maybe," he said softly, his gaze locking onto yours. "But some things are better left buried."

"Is that what you think?" you challenged, feeling a thrill run through you.

"Absolutely," he replied, voice dropping to a whisper.

A silence fell as you tried to think of something clever to say. Your eyes rested upon him, curious, filled with want. You wanted to know more about him, wanted to know why he seemed to have this dangerous edge to him when all he had shown you to be was a nice and helpful neighbor. Attractive too.

Was it all just in your mind?

That was when you noticed Albert sat frozen. His lips parted, his fingers twitching. And only then did you realize that Albert's hand hovered above your knee, fingertips trembling. The air between you thickened, charged with unspoken desire. Your breath hitched, heart pounding like a wild drum.

You wanted him to touch you, needed it.

But just like that… he pulled back, eyes flickering with restraint. He didn’t allow you the time to interpret what it was that you had seen in his eyes, for he turned away from you, twisting his torso as he set his can aside. His gaze shifted, catching on the clock on the wall.

"Damn," he hissed, low and urgent. "I have to go."

"Work?" you asked, voice tinged with regret.

"Yes," he said, standing abruptly. The spell shattered, reality rushing back in.

You knew he had traded a shift with one of his colleagues. He had told you earlier when you were both working in your garden. So, for him to announce he had to leave shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

You followed him to the door, each step heavy with unmet longing. You watched as he picked up his vest on the way, throwing it on, grabbing a bag he must have prepared earlier with… dinner?

Then he pushed the door open, holding it for you. He turned, his usual charm slipping back into place. “Ladies first,” he gallantly said, making you smile.

You accepted the gesture and stepped outside, instantly feeling the hot summer sun beat down on you.

"Have a good day at work," you said, smiling.

"Thank you," he said, smiling softly in turn. It was as if your smile had been infectious. His eyes twinkled with something. Mirth? "Take care of yourself."

"Always," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

"And how could I forget you!” You almost exclaimed, leaning over to signal Samson to come closer. The dog padded over, tail wagging. You felt Albert’s burning gaze. Was he studying you?

“I’m gonna miss you,” you mewled. “Be a good boy, okay?” You petted his back, then rose again and nodded once more to Albert – a silent sign saying ‘thank you’.

He returned the nod. “We’ll have to do this again, sometime,” he said. And was that a rasp in his voice?

You couldn’t help but smile brightly, excited at the promise of being close to him again. “Of course,” he hadn’t even needed to suggest it. You’d take any excuse to hang out with him.

His eyes locked with yours, dark and swirling with a silent storm – all sorts of emotions you had difficulty naming.

"See you soon." Albert murmured, patting the dog's head. But his eyes were fixed on you, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

"Yeah, see you soon," you said, stepping away from his porch. The door closed behind you, and you heard the click of the lock. With another wave, Albert made his way to his van. You watched as he drove away and finally let out a deep sigh.

Then you turned away, walking back to your own garden, the memory of his hovering hand burning in your mind.

[judediangelo75]

The Unknown Face of My Past

So, um hi everyone! I doubt a lot of people will be reading this (seeing how this is mad long...) but this a little fanfic/headcanon I have for my MC from Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery and the resident bird, Talbott Winger. My character’s name is Judith Harris, I can submit a bio on her if you guys wanna know more about her. 

I have a headcanon where Talbott and Judith met in the past (unoriginal I know) but their parents knew of each other too. So this would be their backstory. 

I hope you guys would give this a chance and like it. I have a few songs as background music to listen to (and I find it fitting in general) from Choices. Let me know what you guys think and feel free to ask questions!

Before meeting for the first time at Hogwarts, Judith and Talbott actually met before. History running deeper than either of them realized.

Kendrick Harris and Ava Evans were actually close friends before either of their children were born. 

Both were sorted into Ravenclaw, but never formerly spoken to each other for their first few years there.

Kendrick was what most people call, the "strong, silent type". He spent a lot of time alone and wouldn't entertain any bullying Slytherins or Gryffindors, stepping in to fend them off but nothing more. 

He preferred his solitude, until he properly met Ava.

It wasn't until their fourth year, they've properly met. 

Ava was flying over a grassy meadow where she spotted Kendrick with a magical creature. She landed a few feet away, curious to why the silent Ravenclaw was out here. 

Kendrick regarded the swan with an arched brow for a few moments before Samson, his Porlock, let out a distrustful huff. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously until Ava transformed back. Samson went to hide under his robes, slightly startled. 

The witch looked a little nervous under Kendrick's calculating gaze.

"You're an Animagus..." came the statement after a few moments of silence. Ava was a bit surprised to hear Kendrick speak. 

And his voice. 

There was a surprisingly thick accent there, something she never heard before. But it wasn't unpleasant.

"I am..." Kendrick hummed thoughtfully.

"Impressive... Ava, correct?" The young witch nodded.

"Kendrick," the teen introduced himself. Ava let out a soft giggle at this.

"Nice to meet you, Kendrick." Ava and Kendrick seem to hit it off well. Even playing with Samson, once the young Porlock grew used to Ava, while Ava asked more about the silent giant of her House.

So it became a routine for them. 

Some time after their classes, they would spend some time together. Whether it be a study session or a trip to see Kendrick's magical creatures. Samson being Ava's favorite, see how cute the little horse guardian was.

Ava even dragging Kendrick to attend a ball with her as her guest. There was no romantic feelings towards each other, but it was assumed by many.

Even a Hufflepuff by the name of Trent Winger. 

He silently been pining after the young witch with light brown eyes before the end of their third year. She helped him study for their Herbology final for the year and he found himself lovestruck by end of their tutoring session. Though, Trent felt a bit imitated by the Ravenclaw with sharp gold eyes. Seeing them dance together at the ball made his heart ache, thinking he'll never get a chance to be with the beautiful Animagus who effortlessly stole his heart.

It wasn't until 5th year the two young men formally met in their Care of Magical Creatures class. The Hufflepuff did his best not to sweat under Kendrick's cold gaze as he approached him.

"Trent Winger, correct?" The hesitate nod was the only thing the young man in question could muster. Kendrick gave a small smirk.

"Nice to meet you Trent. I'm Kendrick and Ava's best friend." Trent blinked owlishly at him. Best friend? So that means-

"I've been noticing how you would look at Ava most of last year and I'll help you get with her under one condition..." Trent swallowed.

"And what's that?" Kendrick's smirk grew bigger.

"Just promise me that I get to be your best man at your wedding..."

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Time passed.

Making good on his word, Kendrick was able to gently push the two together. Which wasn't hard, seeing how Ava found the Hufflepuff to be rather enduring.

They all eventually all graduated. 

Ava and Kendrick were able to land a job at Saint Mungo's Hospital as Healers while Trent worked for the Daily Prophet not too long after. About five years after graduation, Trent finally got down on one knee and proposed to the love of his life. Kendrick never felt prouder to stand by his old friend's side as he tried to fight back his tears as Ava made her down the aisle with her father.

It was most definitely one of his proudest moments. Rarely anyone has seen him at his lowest. 

Like when Ava and Trent caught Kendrick in Honeydukes with a little boy with the same gold eyes as him years later.

It was a secret that he kept from them, not because he didn't trust them. They were his oldest friends. 

No, it was because he was stupid. 

There was a witch he was dating by the name of Sade Cadet. She was a former Slytherin at Hogwarts who had a lingering crush on the stoic Ravenclaw. They crossed paths and starting dating. Kendrick thought Sade was a nice young woman but wasn't sure about their relationship the more she worked in the Ministry. 

He was considering on breaking things off with her. It wasn't until she came to his home one day, looking nervous. Where she told him that she was pregnant.

A hasty marriage and nine months later, on February 9th, 1963, Jamal Harris was born. Kendrick and Sade adored their newborn son, but Kendrick was plagued with guilt. He knew that he didn't truly love his new wife the way he was suppose to. And he felt like he done something wrong, bringing in a child to what feels like a loveless marriage.

When his two friends caught him, he admitted his shame. He felt especially worse because he knew the two were trying for children but remained childless. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful for having such lively and healthy son. 

He truly loved his son, if only he could do the same for his wife.

Ava reassured her best friend that he was far from what he thought he was, encouraging him to do the best he can in the present situation, while remaining true to himself. Kendrick hugged his friend, grateful for having her.

More time has passed. Little Jamal grew older as the adults went about their life the best they could.

Until Ava and Trent sent an urgent Howler to Kendrick, urging him to come to visit as soon as possible. Kendrick made haste to the Winger house, anxious to hear the news. He stood in disbelief as Ava eagerly informed him that she was pregnant. Kendrick never felt happier for the couple before him as they both lay a hand over Ava's slight bump.

It wasn't until about a month and half later, Kendrick gave Ava news of his own. 

He was expecting another child. 

The two were happy to be expanding their families.

Months go by and Kendrick's demeanor grew sad. A 7-month pregnant Ava questioned her best friend during their break at work. Knowing he couldn't hide anything from her, Kendrick admitted that he was feeling homesick. 

Kendrick told Ava about his homeland, Barbados, when they were still students and hasn't seen his homeland since they graduated. He told her he was thinking about going back. 

Ava was a bit heartbroken to hear this news. 

But she valued her dear friend's happiness. She said he should go back, just a long as he promised to write. Kendrick smiled and thanked the expecting mother.

Kendrick gave his resignation about a month later. He and his family took a Muggle flight to Barbados. Ava and Trent there to see their old friend off. They noticed how slightly disgruntled Sade was, who was just roughly 6 and half months pregnant, but didn't comment on it. 

Ava cried once they were finally gone, already missing her best friend.

She didn't remain sad for long because a little over a month later, on August 14, 1972, her dear son Talbott Winger was born. She cried happily at how beautiful her son was. He inherited her hair and had his father's red eyes. She happily wrote to Kendrick, gushing over her new son. Kendrick wrote back, congratulating the couple and hoped to see the little boy for himself soon.

A few days after October 17, Kendrick sent a letter talking about the birth of his daughter, Judith Harris. Jokingly telling Ava that she could give Talbott a run for his money in the cute department.

The two adults had this playful argument for many letters until Ava decided she wanted to see her dear friend again. 

A year and half the two were born, Ava and Trent decided to take some time off of work to surprise their old friend at his mother's home. Mercy, being a Seer, saw them coming and had Kendrick clean out the guest room before their arrival, much to the confusion of her son.

"Surprise!" Kendrick blinked at the smiling faces of his two friends as he opened the door one night.

"Wha... what are you two doing here," he asked, letting them in.

"We came to see you silly! It's been too long, Kendrick!" Ava chuckled, hugging her best friend. The scarred man chuckled and returned the hug. He was happy to show them around his childhood home and introduced them to his aging mother, Mercy. Mercy was pleased to meet the couple, her kind gold eyes warm with happiness.

"So, where is she?" Ava asked with a teasing smile, eager to meet the little girl that seem to have Kendrick wrapped around her little finger. 

“Tomorrow. Judith tends to be grouchy if she’s disturbed,” Kendrick chuckled. Ava pouted and Trent chuckled hearing this.

“She sounds likes a mini version of you, old friend,” Trent teased, holding his sleeping son. Kendrick smirked at the comment.

The next day, Kendrick carefully opened the door to his little girl's room, who was already sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

The man chuckled at the cute sight and walked up to her bed, placing a kiss on her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. The girl leaned into the solid warmth that was her Papa as she was scooped up and lead to her restroom so she freshen up. After making sure was properly bathed and her teeth were nice and clean, he added some coconut and coco butter lotion to her skin and dressed her in a cute white strapless dress and gold little gladiator sandals. He added a little white bow to her growing coily curly hair to finish her look.

"My little princess," he cooed at his baby girl, which caused her to giggle. Picking up the girl again, he went to kitchen to get a pack of mangos and banana baby food blend and an apple for himself before they went out on their morning walk.

While they were gone, Ava and Trent woke up and got themselves ready for the day before waking up their son. The little boy felt a little distorted thanks to the time change, but put up minimum fuss as he was bathed and dressed. A simple dark blue shirt with a feather on the front, white shorts and brown sandals.

The Winger family were eating breakfast, courtesy of Mercy, when the Harris pair returned. 

Kendrick, dressed a dark green tank top and black gym shorts smirked at his two friends openly stared at what seem to be a carbon female copy of himself that he hugged close to his broad chest.

"OH MY GOODNESS! SHE ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!" Judith, who was playing with her father's shark tooth necklace, flinched at the sudden squeal and looked at the three new people in her home. 

Ava stared at the little girl with heart eyes and Trent chuckled, now understanding what Kendrick's look meant from last night. Sade literally gave birth to a female Kendrick. A few differences here and there but there was no denying that she was his daughter. 

Talbott stared at the very tall man and small girl in his arms from his father's lap, curious.

"Say hi, baby girl," Kendrick encouraged the little girl. Judith shrunk into his chest a little before waving and giving a soft hello. Ava cooed at the cute little girl, causing the girl's father to chuckle.

"Judith is rather quiet, and shy. It would take a bit for her to get use to you," Kendrick said. Ava said that wasn't an issue, for they had a good few weeks off from work. As the adults talked, Judith and Talbott were looking at each other. Both signaled to their respective parents to be put down. The adults watched as the two walked up to one another, studying each other.

"Pwetty..." Talbott said, touching the bow in the little girl's hair. Judith giggled shyly, taking the little boy's hand and leading him to her little corner with all her toys.

"That has to be the most adorable thing I've ever seen," Ava deadpanned as she watched the two children play. The men let out a laugh.

"If I didn't know better, Talbott may have a small crush on your daughter, Kendrick," Trent chuckled. 

Kendrick looked thoughtful at the idea. 

Ever since his baby girl was born, he swore to protect her from everyone, even from boys. He was gonna be her only love for as long as possible. But he wouldn't oppose if his old friends' son took an interest his daughter. He knows that young boy would be brought up to be kind and respectable, a gentleman. 

The type of man he would want for his daughter.

"If he still likes her when he's older, I wouldn't object," Kendrick said with a chuckle. Ava clapped her hands eagerly.

"Oooooo, that would be a dream come true! They're already so cute together, can you imagine if they were older?" 

‘Not yet,’ Kendrick silently thought as he gazed as his little girl. He didn't want time to pass so quickly, watching her grow up before his eyes, and eventually having to hand her off to Talbott at their wedding. He was just fine with being the only man in her world and Talbott is just considered as a nice playmate...

"Let's save that for when they're older," Trent said, doing his best to soothe his eager wife, who was probably already planning their son's wedding as they speak.

The two children played until their eyes grew heavy. Judith crawled onto the couch, where her blanket laid for when she wish to nap. Talbott followed, curious to what his new friend was doing. The little girl looked down at her blanket and back at the red eyed boy before scooting over and draping half of her blanket over his shoulders. The two cuddled up and drifted off, unaware of the smiling adults watching them.

During those few weeks, Talbott and Judith grew close. When it was time for the Wingers to go, the two were unwilling to separate. The adults watched as the little ones hugged each other goodbye, Ava doing her best not to tear up at the painfully cute sight, and made a promise to bring the two together soon.

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Time went on. Many years would pass before Talbott and Judith were reunited. Obviously, neither of them remembered each other since they were partially babies but the pull was still there.

"Papa, what are we doing here?" A 7-year-old Judith asked as she looked up at her giant of a father early one Saturday morning. 

They were standing in front of a house she never seen before. Well granted, she only been in Britain for a few weeks, so there isn't much that she's seen. The man regarded his little girl with one of his signature smirks as he knocked on the door.

"We're gonna meet some of my old friends, baby girl. Plus there's someone I would like for you to meet," he informed his little girl. Judith furrowed her brows at this. 

Someone to meet?

The door opened to revealed a woman in her early 40s with pretty long hair and kind light brown eyes.

"Kendrick! Oh my goodness, it's been too long!" The woman hugged her father with the biggest smiles on her face. The woman was very beautiful, she even a pretty white feather clipped into her hair. Judith watched the interaction behind her Papa's leg, still feeling quite shy. 

Coming to Britain isn't something she found pleasant. 

She felt like an outsider in what was suppose to be her new home. Some of the adults would give her judging looks that remain her of her mother, especially with her hair, which was in long locs that reached her lower back. The kids would make fun of her looks and her thick accent, which is why she remains quiet majority of the time.

"Is this who I think it is?" A melodious voice snapped Judith out of her thoughts as she found herself looking into light brown eyes. Judith flinched and clenched at her father's pant leg tighter. Kendrick gave the girl an encouraging smile and gently pushed her from behind him.

"Judith, this is my best friend, Ava Winger. Say hi, baby girl," Kendrick said softly to his little girl, giving her shoulder a small squeeze of encouragement. Judith looked up at her father and then at Ava.

'She seems nice...' the little girl concluded.

"H-Hello, Mrs. Winger. I-It's n-nice to meet y-you..." The girl felt her face flush when she realized that she stuttered. 

Her mother told her to stop that habit when speaking to adults, and she already messed up. Just as she was ready to hide behind her father again, Mrs. Winger let out a giggle.

"It's nice to meet you too, Judith. Please call me Ava," the woman, Ava, said, smile still in place. 

Judith pursed her lips, slightly conflicted. 

Her mother told her to address adults as Mr., Miss, or Mrs. as a way of showing respect to adults. She never had one tell her to call them by first name, and she didn't want to disrespect anyone...

She looked up to her dad, silently pleading for help. Kendrick did his best to hide his frown.

'Sade...' he thought with disdain. His wife wasn't pleased with how he raised their daughter and taken upon herself to train the girl to be a "proper, British witch in Britain wizarding society". Or whatever the hell that meant. 

He just sees how his baby girl is more shy and unsure about herself.

"It's okay, Judith," he said with a smile. The girl looked back at Ava.

"Okay, Ava," she said slowly. The woman giggled.

"Is Trent around," Kendrick asked his old friend. Ava shook her head.

"No, he was called to fix an article that another writer botched. But Talbott is here." Judith cocked her head at the name. Talbott...?

Ava caught this and smiled.

"Would you like to meet Talbott, Judith?" Judith shuffled her feet, unsure. She didn't want to be rude, especially since Ava is so nice to her...

"S-sure..." The adults smirked, silently eager to see this development.

"Talbott, sweetie! Will you come here, please? There some people I would like to meet," Ava called. 

Coming out from a room that may of been the kitchen, was a boy. 

Judith backed up and clenched at her Papa's pant leg again. 

She didn't have the best track record with dealing with boys that weren't Jamal or his best friend, Jonah. Boys were the main ones who picked on her for her size when she wants to play with them.

The boy, Talbott, walked up next to his mum, regarding the two new people with a calculating gaze.

"Talbott, this is Kendrick Harris. He's my best friend from when I went to school. And his daughter, Judith," His mum introduced the pair. The man, Kendrick, regarded him with a kind smirk, his sharp gold eyes filled with amusement. He had an interesting necklace on, with a tooth that he hasn't seen from any animal he read about.

"Nice to see you again, Talbott. It feels like just yesterday when I meet you when you still a toddler," Kendrick greeted. Talbott blushed at this.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Harris," he said politely. The man chuckled.

"Please, call me Kendrick. I'm not that old," he joked. A soft laugh was heard and Talbott looked towards the girl, clinging onto her father's leg. 

Judith, at least that's the name his mum said.

Judith stopped giggling once she noticed that Talbott was looking at her now. Normally, she would be a little nervous but...

Something was different about Talbott...

Talbott was thinking similar thoughts. He rarely likes the idea of being around other kids, but...

For some reason, Judith was an exception...

Something felt familiar...

Both were thrusted out of their train of thought when their parents pushed them closer. They were now standing right in front of each other. Judith fidgeted, toying with a loc. They took in each other's appearance.

Judith's brown black hair was down, the sides were pulled back into a small ponytail to reveal her face. A simple sleeveless black dress hugged her body, flaring out at the hips and stopping above her knees. Black gladiator sandals covered her feet. A thick black chain was around her neck, holding a blue and silver ring.

Talbott's hair a bit more free, a few strands falling over his forehead while the rest was pulled back into a low ponytail. A regular white T-shirt hugged his torso, tan shorts on his legs and dark brown sandals on his feet.

Neither has said a word and the adults could only watch on.

"You're pretty," Talbott finally said. Judith's eyes widen at this admission.

No one but her father, brother and grandmother called her that before.

"R-really," she quietly asked, a blush staining her face. Talbott blushed a bit as well and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Y-yeah," Talbott confessed honestly, taking note of the foreign, but pretty accent in her voice. Judith smiled.

"Thank you..." Kendrick smiled and Ava was doing her best not to fangirl. Talbott was thoughtful for a moment.

"You wanna come outside and play with me," he asked. Judith's eyes sparkled with excitement and she looked at up at her Papa, silently asking for permission. The man laughed gently.

"Go on and have fun baby girl," he said. Talbott took Judith's hand and lead her outside.

"Looks like that answers tha- Ava, what are you doing?" Kendrick turned from the direction the children went to his best friend who was writing something in a notebook.

"Kendrick, you think red and gold would be a good color scheme for their wedding," Ava asked. Kendrick did his best to keep a straight face.

"Ava, they're 7 about to be 8 in a few months."

"So?!"

"So, let me enjoy having Judith as my little girl!"

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"So, what do you want to do Talbott," Judith asked. Talbott looked thoughtful.

"How about tag," he offered. The girl nodded eagerly, happy to have a new playmate. But she noticed the hesitant look on his face.

"What's wrong Talbott," she asked. Talbott glanced at her nervously.

"Can you keep a secret," the boy quietly asked. Judith pursed her lips, confused.

"Yes, I can," she said cautiously. The boy regarded her with a serious look.

"You can't tell anyone what I'm about to show you, do you promise?" The girl studied him for a moment before holding out her pinky. Talbott's brows furrowed.

"What are you doing," he asked.

"Making a pinky promise. A pinky promise is suppose to be a Muggle version of an Unbreakable Oath. This is my way of showing you that I'm serious," The girl said. Talbott blinked in surprise but locked his pinky with hers.

"I promise to keep your secret, Talbott," she whispered, looking into his red eyes. The two stood there for a few moments before Talbott broke eye contact first, trying to hide his blush.

"Alright, Judith. I trust you," he said. He took a few steps back and transformed into his Golden Eagle form. Judith gasped in delight as Talbott flew around her.

"Wow! That's so cool, Talbott," Judith cheered. Talbott flew down and tapped her before taking off.

"Hey! No fair! You didn't say we started! Come back here!"

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The game went on for a bit, Judith was a bit too winded to continue to play and sat under the shade of a tree. Talbott landed on her lap and she didn't hesitate to pet his feathers. Talbott preened happily under her attention, nesting in her lap.

"Lunch time kiddos..." Judith looked up to meet the questioning gaze of her father.

"Judith, why is Talbott in your lap?" The girl blushed and stubbornly looked at her dad.

"He likes the attention," she said. Kendrick did his best not to snort at the cute scene in front of him. 

Good thing he offered to bring the kids some food. If Ava found them, she wouldn't hesitate to embarrass her child...

Talbott got off the girl's lap and transformed back.

"S-sorry, Mr. Harris," the boy mumbled. His mum must've told Kendrick about his ability, meaning she trust the older Harris with his secret. Meaning he made the right choice to trust the girl next to him...

Kendrick cracked a smile at the pair.

"Kendrick, and it's quite alright. You two enjoy," he said, setting the basket down between them before walking away.

"Oooo, food! I'm so hungry!" Talbott glanced at the girl who was already digging in the basket with an eager smile. The boy blushed and smiled at the girl's authenticity.

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"What else can we do," Judith wondered aloud as they finished eating. It was a little past noon now.

"Can you dance," Talbott asked randomly. Judith cringed, already hearing her mother's chiding voice, saying the dances from her homeland were "too inappropriate" for a female in British society.

"Er... somewhat. But I never really learned some of the dances here," she carefully admitted. She glanced at Talbott, who seem to be contemplating something.

"Can you," she asked, trying to change the subject off of her. Talbott blushed.

"I, er..., my parents showed me how to waltz but I never practiced with anyone before," he mumbled. This quipped her curiosity.

"Waltz? How do you do that," she asked, wanting to learn something new. Talbott grew fidgety.

"It's like a fancy dance they do at balls... I-I can show you if you like," he said, shyly glancing at the girl next to him. Judith clapped her hands, excited.

"Oh yes, please!" The smile on her face was doing funny things to his heart.

'Maybe I should ask Mum about that later...' he mused to himself.

"Alright, wait here. I'll be right back," the boy instructed. Judith nodded as the boy got up and ran back inside his house. She twiddled her thumbs, thinking about the red eyed boy.

She felt happy to make a new friend. He was already nicer than a lot of the other boys from her village and really smart. And not to mention cute. Her cheeks grew warm at the last thought.

"I'm back." Judith looked up as Talbott approached with a little box. She got on her feet.

"What's that," she asked as Talbott set the little box on the ground.

"It's a music box my parents gave me for my 7th birthday. It has the songs they like to dance to, and apparently they also helped me sleep as a baby," Talbott said. He took a breath as he looked at the girl in front of him.

"We should practice our stances..." the girl nodded slowly, curious to what Talbott could possibly mean by that. 

The boy stepped closer and took ahold of her hands. Placing one of the girl's hands on his shoulder, Talbott held her free hand in his own as his remaining hand rested on her lower back.

"Is this okay," he asked. The girl didn't respond at first, too busy screaming in her head and running in circles. She never been this close to another boy that wasn’t her family before.

But she felt... safe being this close to Talbott?

"Judith," Talbott called. The girl in question blinked, as if remembering where she was.

"H-huh, what?" Talbott raised a sharp brow.

"I asked if this is okay," he repeated. She flushed in embarrassment.

"Y-Yeah, this is fine. S-so what's next," the girl asked, trying not to think about how close they were.

"Well, like I said I never practiced with anyone before. Mum and dad said if me or my partner decide to lead, the other person has to try to follow the flow. Like if I move forward, you're suppose to move backwards. Does that make sense?"

"Sounds simple enough," Judith deduced. Talbott smiled.

"Good, let's try it."

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"Alright, I need a break. Hold on." Talbott said, letting go of the girl to massage his feet. They've been practicing for Gods know how long and the girl managed to step on his feet more times than he could count on both hands.

"I'm so sorry, Talbott! I-I didn't mean it," the girl fretted. She normally was very light on her feet, it's just when she looks in Talbott eyes, she gets nervous and suddenly forgets what they were doing and-

She sighed, covering her face in embarrassment. Talbott was actually an excellent teacher, she just gets caught up in the fluttering feeling that seems to take place in her chest whenever they make eye contact. She didn't want him to think she was completely hopeless...

She glanced at the music box and then at Talbott.

"Wh-Why don't we try wi-with the music box," she offered, hopeful. Talbott glanced at the girl, uncertainty dancing in his eyes.

"I don't know-"

"Please, Talbott! May-Maybe I'll be better with music! Please, can we try," the girl pleaded, wanting to impress her new friend. Talbott looked into those gold puppy dog eyes and sighed. For whatever reason, he couldn't say no to her...

"Alright..." Talbott picked up the music box to select a song before standing again. Judith stepped closer, taking the initial position he showed her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3Xmqo3ly8s

Talbott took lead of the dance, a little surprised to see Judith's eyes closed. Even more surprised how she didn't step on his feet after the first few steps. 

She seemed to flow seem effortlessly with the music, her steps light and sure. Her face calm and serene under the sun's gentle rays. 

Talbott found this sudden grace and peace the girl suddenly portrayed under the sound of the melody to be... alluring. He slowly twirled the girl under his arm, smiling at the sound of her giggle.

"This is nice," she whispered once she was in his arms again. Her gold eyes were now open, displaying a sea of calm with a ghost of a small smile on her face. Talbott felt his breath catch for a moment.

"Yes, it is... You seem to dance better with the music. How did you know?" The girl gave a light shrug, offering a bashful smile.

"Music tends to have a calming effect on me," she said as the two glided nearby the forest line.

"You were nervous," Talbott asked. An innocent question, but it didn't stop the girl from blushing.

"A little," the girl admitted shyly.

"Why? It's just me," Talbott said, as they slowed down, swaying in a place for a moment. Judith shyly glanced at him under her short curly lashes.

"I- um... I don't know... I'm not used to being this close to a boy that's not my dad or brother," she says, biting the inside of her cheek.

'They certainly don't make me feel the same way I feel towards you...' she thought. The boy let out a tentative hum.

"Do you want to stop?" Talbott found himself liking the girl, and didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"N-no! Not at all," she exclaimed before clearing her throat.

"I mean, no... I-I actually like being this close to you," she says more calmly. Talbott smiled and settled both hands on her waist. Judith's hands instinctively went to grasp his shoulders as he picked her up and spun around.

"Haha, Talbott! We didn't practice this," Judith squealed in delight, soft laughter escaping her as she took in the beauty of the nature around them. She looked down to find Talbott looking at her.

'Oh my...' she thought, noticing a spark in the boy's eyes.

'She's so lovely...' Talbott thought as he looked up the girl. Her locs flowed effortlessly behind her. Her pouty lips were spread in bright smile as her chest rose and fell with each laugh. Her gold eyes were partially glowing under the sunlight. It's like with the music, she shed her outer armor.

He was seeing the real Judith. And he wanted to imprint this picture in his mind forever...

Talbott carefully set her down, resuming their dance.

"You're right, we didn't practice this. But you were graceful as if we have," Talbott said softly with a smile.

"Maybe it's because you're an excellent lead," she whispered, suddenly breathless. Talbott blushed at her praise. He braced an arm around her back, dipping her back. Their eyes locked.

'What is happening? Something about him/her feels... magical...' they both thought, hearts racing. 

Talbott pulled her back up, both ending their dance with a graceful spin. Judith rested her forehead onto his, her hand moving from his shoulder to his chest.

"Thank you for teaching me," she quietly said, a shy smile on her full lips. Talbott returned it with one of his own.

"Thank you for being my first dance partner," he replied. The two stood there for Gods know how long as the song faded in the background. Eyes closed with small smiles on their faces.

Ava and Kendrick watched the scene from the window. Ava excitedly smacked Kendrick's arm.

"Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen," she squealed. Kendrick looked a bit disgruntled.

"Still, no wedding planning."

"Oh come on, Kendrick! That song will be perfect for their first dance!"

"Ava!"

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"I haven't had this much fun ever since I came here. I never want this day to end," Judith sighed as they sat in their tree. They were watching the sunset from within the branches, watching the breath taking view.

They've danced, played, talked about almost anything that came to mind, sky gazed, Judith even allowing Talbott to braid her locs. 

Something she only allowed her father and grandmother to do.

A pretty braid swept over her right shoulder.

Neither felt the awkward shyness from their meeting this morning. Just a warm sense of familiarity...

"Same here, I never felt this way before," Talbott quietly confessed. Judith looked over at him.

"Felt what way," she asked. The young boy fidgeted nervously.

"I'm not sure what exactly I'm feeling," the boy mumbled with a blush. Judith pouted.

"Well, try to describe it." The boy spared a glance at her before taking in a breath.

"I feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Especially when I see you smile... and it's because of me... my heart feels like it wants to beat out of my chest sometimes when you look at me," Talbott said, feeling his ears burning. Judith was silent for a few moments before letting out a soft laugh.

"Sounds like love to me," she chuckled. Talbott spluttered a response, forgetting himself as he slowly lost his balance. A pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

"Woah! Easy there, you could've fell," Judith chided, though there was no real heat behind her words.

"S-sorry..." The two noticed just how close they were. Judith cleared her throat and pulled away a little.

"W-well maybe love is too strong of a word,” she started, frowning a little as an unpleasant voice rang in her head.

‘Nobody would love a girl like you in a society like this, little girl. You’ll grow up all alone.’

“I've read Muggle romance books that talk about similar feelings... you could just like me and care about me. I..." the girl trailed off to look at Talbott.

"I... I know I like and care about you," she softly confessed. Red eyes went wide with shock at this revelation. She likes and cares about him...?

He let out a breathless laugh, holding her hand.

"I'm glad you feel the same too, little bird," he told her. The girl looked confused for a moment.

"I'm not the one who can transform into a bird, bird boy," she teased, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Talbott chuckled.

"Consider it my pet name for you. Who knows maybe you can become like me and transform into a bird," Talbott mused as he nuzzled her cheek.

"Really? You'll teach me," the girl asked with a smile. Talbott held out his pinky to her. Her smile widen as she hooked her pinky finger with hers.

"I promise, little bird," he swore. Judith leaned in gently pressed her lips to the young boy's cheek. When she pulled away, Talbott raised a shaky hand to the spot Judith kissed.

"Wh-what was that f-for?" The girl giggled shyly, eyes sparkling with warmth.

"A little way for me to say ‘I care about you, bird boy’." Talbott blushed and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. Judith sighed through her nose.

"I care about you too, little bird," the boy whispered against her cheek. The two looked into each other's eyes as the sun set behind them.

"Time to go, baby girl!" They looked down towards the Winger home, Kendrick, Ava and Trent looking up at them. They glanced back at each other, hesitant, but slowly scaled down the tree.

"Kendrick, I know you saw that-"

"I don't know what you're talking about Ava. I didn't see a damn thing," Kendrick interrupted. But of course he saw his little girl kiss Talbott. And Talbott kissed her back. 

Still.

She was his baby girl and remain that way for as long as he can allow it.

The two children walked up to the adults slowly, hands intertwined.

"H-Hello, Mr. Winger... it's very nice to meet you," the girl greeted. Trent chuckled.

"Please, call me Trent. And it's pleasure to see you again, Judith. I wished I've came earlier to meet you but work had to ruin my day off," Trent playfully huffed. Judith chuckled at this.

"Time to head home, baby girl," Kendrick said, holding out his hand. Judith squeezed Talbott's hand, unwillingly to leave him just yet.

"Will we be able to come back, Papa," his daughter asked with hopeful eyes. Kendrick looked toward Ava and Trent, slightly pained. 

They were lucky to get this day, with their work schedules, who knows when they'll be able to bring the two together again. And let Sade will never allow Talbott around their home without constantly trying to monitor them.

"I can't say for sure, baby girl..." The building tears in his little girl's eyes hurt him. She didn't want to leave him.

"W-wait! I, uh, want to give her something," Talbott blurted out. Kendrick regarded him with a head tilt. The boy rushed to the back of the house and came back with a single flower. A white clover.

"A flower?" Judith asked aloud.

"A white clover, to be exact. T-think of me, little bird," Talbott asked shyly as he placed the flower behind her ear. Through her teary eyes, the girl smiled.

"Of course, bird boy..." The adults watched as the two kids hugged. Reminding them of the time when the two were just little toddlers.

They were meant for each other. They all silently prayed that they could bring the two together again one day...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLuTWdUCq60

Unfortunately, that day never came.

Just a little over two years later, Talbott's parents were killed at the hands of Death Eaters. Just a few weeks shy after that horrific tragedy, Judith's father died of a heart virus on his birthday. Their respective pain and grief clouded the happy memory that they shared of each other. 

The only living memory of that day was the white clover, hidden away by Kendrick in a Muggle romance novel that he would read with his daughter that he stashed away in the safe he gifted her when Mercy died.

Growing up past these tragedies, there were days where the two would remember of the good days of their childhood, where all they could remember was a child who they cared about. Their names lost to their grief and time but the unexplainable warm feeling that they got from being around them remained. 

A girl with long locs and a pretty accent. 

A boy who knew how to waltz and his little music box.

Although they may not remember each other, they thought about each other often with fond sadness.

When they met again at Hogwarts, to them it was first time. But the warm unexplainable feeling in their hearts says otherwise.

'Who are you?' Talbott thought as he taught Judith the spell to help her become an Animagus. He faintly remembering promising a girl years ago that he would teach her to be like him. Where she can hopefully become a bird and go flying with him. But that felt like a lifetime ago...

'Who are you?' Judith thought after she watched Talbott transform into a Golden Eagle and fly away. She learned of his part of his story and why he never registered to become an Animagus. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she's been in that position before. Remembering a bird with similar coloring as his feathers fly off as she chased after it. It felt like a lifetime ago, but she faintly remembered making a promise to a boy about that same bird...

'Could it be...' Judith thought as she watched Talbott hold his feather necklace with a relieved smile. A white feather necklace. She remembered a woman with a very similar feather that was clipped into her hair. Judith's chest ached when she listened to what happened to the boy's parents. It reminded her that she was just alone as he was, losing her loving father. Though, what made her breath catch was the familiar spark in his eyes as he proclaimed that she was now his friend. 

His friend for life. 

She thought back to the boy who taught her how to waltz, spinning her around in the air in their first dance, his eyes sparkling as he watched her.

'Is it really you...' she wondered...

'Could it be...' Talbott thought as he stared at the tombstone in shock. He had a faint memory of his mother introducing him to someone named Kendrick when he and his daughter came to visit his old home. When Judith showed him the necklace that resided around her neck and explained what it was, Talbott faintly remembered seeing the exact same one around the man's neck. He looked at the girl, as he reached out to touch the shark tooth. 

He thought back to the girl who was clenching at her father's pant leg.

'Is it really you...' he wondered...

'She is...' Talbott realized as he watched a memory from Kendrick's point of view. He was in his Golden Eagle form, laying in the little girl from his childhood lap as she gently petted his feathers. Now she has name. A familiar face.

'He is...' Judith gasped in shock as she stood next to Ava. Watching the young version of herself dance with that same little boy from her past. She watched as her young self twirl effortlessly under his arm before being pulled against him. She was giggling about something as the boy looked at her with a soft, fond expression. Now he has a name. A familiar face.

The young couple, now recently turned 17, stood in front of their smiling parents in shock.

"So all this time..." Judith started, looking into those red eyes she fell in love with. Many years before she even fully realized.

"You were..." Talbott continued, feeling that familiar fluttering feeling from his childhood whenever he looked into those gold eyes.

"The unknown face from my past..." They looked at each other in surprise before slow smiles broke out onto their faces.

"After all this time, we found our way back to each other, little bird," Talbott chuckled, hugging his girlfriend close. The girl in his arms giggled.

"And all this time, we kept each others' promises," Judith said, kissing her boyfriend's cheek.

"And it's about time you two realized it!" The pair shyly glanced at a grinning Ava and smirking Kendrick.

"Now, about that wedding," she started, smirking deviously. That pair blushed fiercely.

"Mum!"

"Papa, do something!" Kendrick snorted.

"She's been mentally planning your wedding since you guys were toddlers. Trust me, there's no way around her," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. A gesture that said "Nope, keep me out of this." Judith glared at her Papa, knowing good and well where she got her "I'm gonna mind my business" attitude from.

"So help me Talbott Winger, you haven't wifed her the next time I see you, I'm boxing your ears!" Talbott covered his face, slightly mortified by her mother's fangirl behavior and Judith simply giggled out of fond embarrassment.

[samscns-blog]

      *    𝖎𝖋   ur  ready  to  two  step  into  some  absolute  BULLSHIT  tomfoolery  ,  ya  girl  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  is  ready  for  u  with  my  lil  firecrotch  son  ,  𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓  .  strong  silent  type  ,  ABSOLUTE  buffoon  ,  barely  keeping  it  together  so  hopefully  by  the  time  we’re  done  w  him  he’s  still  in  something  resembling  one  piece  :’)  all  my  love  to  u  and  u  cute  asses  !  i’m  so  excited  to  get  this  all  poppin  !

��  ╰  another   year   at   hollingsworth   ,  another   year   of   the  big   six rivalry   .   i   hear   that  SAMSON  MAILOTO   is   ensuring  SIGMA  ALPHA  NU   gets   a   solid   pledge   class   and   stays   at   the   top   of   the   ranks   .  oh   ,   you’re   not   familiar   with  HIM  ?  SAM   is   the  KJ  APA   look   alike   from  THE  BRONX   ,   NEW  YORK   .   a  part   of   PC  ‘16   ,  he  is   majoring   in  KINESIOLOGY   and   has   plans   to  ENTER  THE  MMA  AND  ESCAPE  FROM  THE  PUBLIC  EYE   after   undergrad   .   it   makes   sense   they   pledged   their   house   ,   their  PHLEGMATIC   &  SOLICITOUS   attributes   make   them   perfect   matches   .   however   ,   their  TREPIDATIOUS   &  AUSTERE   attributes   keep   their   name   alive   on  greek   rank   .   if   you   don’t   catch   them   dancing   to  BLEACH   -   BROCKHAMPTON   at   a   fraternity   band   party   this   year   ,   you’ll   be   sure   to   catch   them   nursing   their   morning   hangover   at  THE  SNU  HOUSE   .  cheers   to   another   wild   semester  !

⋆ ╰   𝑺 𝑻 𝑨 𝑻 𝑰 𝑺 𝑻 𝑰 𝑪 𝑺  .

𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍    𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 :     samson  ioaleki  mailoto

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬     :    sam  ,  sammy  

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆    /    𝒂𝒈𝒆 :    february  4    ,    twenty

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄     :    aquarius

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓    𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚    /    𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔     :     cismale  identifying    with    he  /  him  /  his  pronouns    

𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏     :     heteroflexible  and  pansexual  ;  he’s  never  actively  considered  himself  as  lgbtq+  but  has  also  never  given  it  much  thought  ddjdjdjdkjdk

𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏    :    kinesiology  major  at  hu  ,  aspiring  welterweight  mma  fighter  ,  us  olympic  representitive  for  men’s  boxing  in  the  2020  olympics

𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔    𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆    :    gryffindor

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏    𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅    𝒃𝒚     :     eliot  alder  from  mr  robot  ,  kylo  ren  from  the  new  star  wars  series  ,  detective  elliot  stabler  from  law  and  order  svu  ,  steve  rogers  from  the  mcu  

𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔    :    -    trepidatious  ,  austere  ,  apprehensive  ,  hesitant  ,  antisocial  ,  hostile  ,  bellicose  .

+        phlegmatic  ,  solicitous  ,  benevolent  ,  rational  ,  stalwart  ,  loyal  ,  reliable  ,  optimistic  .

𝑃𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑇  located  here  !

⋆ ╰    𝑨 𝑵 𝑻 𝑬 𝑪 𝑬 𝑫 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 .

bullet  points  for  the  win  bc  who  has  time  for  all  the  tomfoolery  i  could  spew  from  my  ass  !

sammy’s  mom  was  a  housekeeper  in  upper  manhattan  for  some  fancy  dancy  homes  who  needed  their  gold  toilet  seat  covers  sanitized  3x  a  day  ,  u  know  the  type 🙄

samson  grew  up  in  a  run  down  apartment  in  a  small  samoan  community  in  the  bronx  and  has  always  been  a  lil  antisocial  weirdo  since  those  warm  dark  eyes  came  into  the  light  .  he  rlly  minded  his  own  business  n  wasn’t  really  curious  about  literally  anything  besides  running  and  wrestling  w  his  cousins  .  his  mom  struggled  to  keep  him  fed  and  housed  and  dressed  and  worked  relentless  hours  but  never  left  sam  needing  anything  ,  a  literal  fucking  legend  of  a  woman  and  he’s  proud  to  carry  her  last  name  !

sammy  always  felt  the  weight  of  never  wanting  to  be  an  extra  burden  to  his  mother  and  learned  to  really  be  self-sufficient  ,  likely  explaining  his  satisfaction  with  being  so  alone  

he  vaguely  remembers  the  night  his  life  changed  in  middle  school  ,  the  hushed  strained  whisper  from  the  living  room  ,  he’s  your  god  damned  son  too  ,  think  about  him  for  once  in  your  fucking  life  .  it  hit  like  a  fucking  train  once  the  story  picked  up  ,  5  time  nfl  superbowl  champ  father  to  secret  love  child  .  think  arnold  schwarznegger’s  secret  son  level  scandal  !  suddenly  his  shithead  of  a  dead  is  trying  to  salvage  his  image  ,  fighting  for  split  custody  arrangements  ,  telling  the  press  how  much  in  child  support  he  payed  ,  anything  to  save  his  ass

this  is  the  first  time  samson  remembers  being  fueled  by  rage  in  his  life  ,  as  a  relatively  well-tempered  child  ,  the  injustice  of  having  this  near-stranger  try  to  be  a  “  DAD  ” to  him  while  shitting  all  over  his  mother’s  name  made  his  fucking  blood  boil  and  becomes  a  theme  for  his  future

he  spends  the  next  chapters  of  his  life  going  to  the  fancy  private  schools  in  new  york  his  dad  picks  for  him  and  tearing  his  tie  off  on  the  ratty  bus  ride  into  the  bronx  to  go  home  to  his  mom  .  he  hates  having  to  haul  ass  back  and  forth  ,  wishing  he  could  stay  with  the  only  family  he’s  actually  given  a  shit  about  ,  but  bears  it  for  the  sake  of  not  causing  his  mom  any  more  torment  .  his  father  is  as  awful  as  could  be  imagined  ,  and  samson  hates  every  second  of  existing  with  him  ,  the  snarky  little  comments  at  school  and  in  the  ritzy  wealthy  circles  that  make  him  feel  more  of  a  black  sheep  than  he  ever  asked  to  be

this  becomes  the  root  of  his  anxiety  ,  bearing  the  weight  of  the  world’s  expectations  on  his  young  shoulders  and  repressing  his  own  needs  and  desires  as  a  result  .  he  goes  into  every  sport  imaginable  ,  his  father’s  DNA  being  increasingly  difficult  to  deny  ,  but  finds  a  particular  talent  with  fighting  and  takes  on  as  many  fighting  styles  as  he’s  able  to  master

turning  18  should  mean  freedom  for  sam  ,  but  nothing  is  ever  as  simple  as  he  could  ask  in  his  life  .  in  order  to  keep  the  child  support  payments  that  admittedly  help  keep  his  mother  afloat  ,  his  father  asks  one  more  thing  of  samson  :  hold  off  on  his  pro  mma  dreams  for  just  a  little  longer  in  order  to  attend  his  alma  matter  ,  hollingsworth  university  ,  as  a  publicity  move  and  then  he’ll  be  out  of  sam’s  life  in  every  way  except  financially  .  with  the  dream  of  completing  college  like  his  mom  always  aspired  for  him  ,  sam  agreed  and  went  on  to  appease  the  man  one  last  time  ,  joining  his  former  fraternity  to  sweeten  the  deal  (  and  secure  a  lovely  brownstone  in  his  childhood  neighborhood  signed  in  his  mother’s  name  )  and  is  a  year  out  from  graduating  and  letting  mma  be  the  only  reason  his  name  would  ever  appear  in  the  tabloids  .

⋆ ╰    𝑨 𝑵 𝑨 𝑳 𝒀 𝑺 𝑰 𝑺 .

personality  wise  ,  i  describe  sam  as  the  stupid  bitch  w  big  npc  energy  ,  if  u  want  him  to  talk  u  gotta  talk  to  him  first  and  even  then  he  might  just  give  u  that  hostile  stare  and  just  .. . .  remain  silent  KSDFSDF

he’s  about  as  NOT  a  people  person  as  physically  possible  ,  would  really  be  content  just  sticking  to  his  inner  circle  for  like  the  rest  of  his  life  without  concern  .  he  seems  like  this  rude  stand-offish  dick  but  the  truth  is  he’s  PAINFULLY  SHY  and  has  a  p  severe  case  of  generalized  anxiety  disorder  so  interactions  ?  w  new  ppl  ?  are  a  HARD  pass

did  i  mention  he’s  on  steriods  bc  that  def  adds  to  his  anxiety  and  hostility  !  lmao  !  he  started  juicing  in  high  school  when  his  dad  kept  pressuring  him  for  football  and  how  he  was  “  twice  your  size ”   at  that  age  ,  n  he  HATES  the  dude  but  he’s  also  lowkey  insecure  abt  his  lack  of  a  father  figure  so  ?  used  daddy’s  money  to  start  his  first  cycle  and  pay  off  to  test  clean  and  now  he’s  been  hooked  on  and  off  .  he’s  currently  starting  a  new  cycle  to  bulk  up  for  the  new  season  and  prep  for  the  2020  olympics  but  swears  he  wont  be  on  them  forever  :/

they  make  him  SUPER  aggressive  when  set  off  ,  it’s  a  decent  thing  that  sam’s  so  monotone  and  shy  that  he’s  also  pretty  laid  back  and  kinda  hard  to  rile  up  .  he  really  doesn’t  take  much  personally  and  won’t  do  a  huge  “  chest  pumped  bro  lets  do  this ”  show  bc  he  ?  thinks  all  those  guys  who  do  that  are  tools  LMAO  but  find  the  right  button  to  push  n  he’ll  become  the  very  thing  he  despises  !

if  u  can  get  past  the  literal  awkward  silence  and  resting  bitch  face  ,  sammy  is  actually  really  well  known  for  being  just  a  generally  decent  guy  .  the  perception  is  often  that  he’s  a  dick  bc  he  think’s  he’s  better  than  a  lot  of  ppl  ,  but  the  truth  is  he’s  just  too  nervous  to  start  conversations  n  most  ppl  assume  its  an  ego  thing  vs  a  “  i’m  about  to  piss  myself  thinking  abt  all  the  ways  this  convo  can  go  wrong  so  i’ll  just  not  talk  and  glare  @  u  instead  ”  thing

if  he  had  his  shit  together  he  would  definitely  qualify  as  a  dad  type  ,  but  since  he  doesn’t  ,  he  won’t  SSHSHSHSH  but  he’s  really  just  a  softie  deep  down  ,  he  has  a  stupid  as  HELL  sense  of  humor  and  is  really  objective  and  level  headed  .  the  gryffindor  in  him  is  DEEPLY  loyal  ,  like  to  the  death  ,  but  he’s  got  lots  of  hufflepuff  in  the  sense  that  he’s  really  willing  to  get  his  hands  dirty  to  help  those  in  need  .  u  need  help  moving  ?  someone  to  keep  u  company  while  u  babysit  ?  feel  nervous  walking  alone  after  class  at  night  ?  sammy  might  leave  u  on  read  if  u  text  him  bc  he’s  a  Dumb  Bitch  like  that  but  he’ll  show  up  on  the  dot  ,  hands  in  pockets  ,  exactly  where  u  asked  him  to  be  ready  to  do  what  u  asked  him  to  do  .  the  mans  is  a  super  hard  worker

he  def  still  feels  kinda  weird  at  uni  ?  he’s  p  smart  but  some  of  the  classes  unrelated  to  athletics  and  anatomy  have  given  him  a  REALLY  tough  time  (  dance  appreciation  for  his  fine  arts  credit  almost  tanked  his  gpa  LMAO  )  and  he’s  not  top  of  his  class  or  anything  but  ppl  still  try  to  talk  to  him  bc  of  the  whole  “  famous  dad  ,  future  olympian  ”  thing  ,  which  he  can  pick  up  from  a  mile  a  way  and  makes  him  super  uncomfortable  .  even  being  in  a  frat  w  a  bunch  of  old  money  rich  boys  makes  him  DEF  feel  like  the  odd  one  out  ,  and  he’s  just  counting  down  the  days  until  he’s  OUT  OF  HERE

in  conclusion  :  i  love  u  all  .  lets  suffer  together  .  :~)

[gothsic]

meta: “marie” - annie kaye.

the tragedy of annie kaye is that she really was just a child when it happened. 

the truth was that she simply did not know any better - but loneliness and impulsiveness will truly prevent a person’s judgment from being stellar, to say the least. she was young and intensely analytical, the type of person who spent her days, even as a child, dissecting people she found fascinating. but connecting with others was rather difficult for her - and her best friend, christina, was the only person with whom she held a steady friendship.

still... annie could not deny the constant ache in her heart, the hollow pit that took the place of her stomach. it simply would not go away, and at times it felt as though that pain was going to overflow, and eventually consume her until there was nothing left.

but that was before she met jo.

annette kaye was the type of girl who would sit quietly in the back of the classroom, the one who was often ignored. still, she had an intimidating presence that could easily deter others - this was unintentional, and it left her feeling isolated, unable to figure out how to fix it. her home life, with a frequently absent father and a lackadaisical mother, was certainly not helpful either.

in high school, that was when things changed. she found something interesting, something worth dissecting. that person, of course, was jonathan vastielle - the artist who seemed to be an endless puzzle to put together and take apart until there was nothing left. he had friends, yet seemed to push people away. he was friendly, yet simultaneously not. a jokester that hid a great deal of anger the more she dove deeper into everything she could find - by him and about him. anything and everything.

he became an obsession for her young and hungry mind. she simply could not stop - she checked constantly, reading through everything he said and did. watching videos. reading his work. doing everything in her power to put together a psychological profile - albeit an amateurish one. but after a while, that too was not enough. she had to kick things into second gear fast, or else she would have to face her pain, the loneliness creeping up on her quicker than ever before.

and so, the e-mails started. she decided to assume the persona of one marie samson, a mysterious woman who would confront him using gestalt therapy tactics, all at age 14. find the key points, and nail him - that was her strategy. why? not simply because she was bored, but because she desperately wanted to fix something; as her parents’ marriage was failing and her social life was deteriorating the more she dove deeper as an escape, the more she wanted this more than anything else. marie samson became a comfort character for her, through which she confronted him about his fakeness. that he was, in reality, an angry man.

though he did not respond at first, annie kept persisting - eventually asking the killer question that brought him to her in the first place: that he was an open book masquerading as a mystery. she provided evidence, and it floored him - where had she learned this stuff, he wondered? he was, after all, a private person. so, he took the bait.

...and responded. under a proxy, of course - lest he be caught. how did you find that out? he’d asked her, in no uncertain terms. she responded in kind: your books. your show. it’s everywhere: your hatred towards your father, your mother having vanished before your very eyes. i’m certain it hurts - not the memory, but the anger. she wrote not like someone her age, but twice it - though he did not know it at the time.

simply put, he was hooked. she was a horrifying drug, one that pierced the brain. she was someone who exposed him for who he was - though terrifying and abhorrent on some levels. there was no denying that she was intriguing. their relationship over the internet was kept up for several years, as annie continued her performance as marie into her 17th year.

that was when she found out about adri swann.

it really happened suddenly. she saw her in passing on his social media - a woman who was in her late 20s, and looked almost identical to her. it was pretty easy to determine that the two were dating - holding hands, having drinks together, the usual things couples did were posted on her instagram. annie was, needless to say, horrified. she saw the opportunity as a moment to completely black out everything, and vanish. finding out about adri changed everything. though the situation at home was getting worse and her college years were looming, what better option was there?

he was dating her doppelganger. things had become frighteningly clear.

annie left without a word, and jonathan was undeniably confused by her disappearance. he, of course, never told adri or his other friends anything about her. how could he? she was his little secret. he tried to reach out to her, but there was no answer.her e-mail was deleted, and anything that he could have possibly found to contact her was gone or privatized. no matter what he did, he simply could not communicate with her. she was really, and truly, gone.

jonathan, however, did not stop his chase for her. he kept looking, and looking. he only knew that she was called marie samson - but he had secretly kept all her e-mails. there had to be a way to track her. and lo and behold, after much scouring on the dark web, there was.

annette kaye, currently a senior at usc, majoring in screenwriting. she lived with her parents still, and looked slightly different from before. and unfortunately for annie, she was not careful enough to keep her records from being leaked online - it truly is difficult to do so in this connected age. within days of beginning his obsessive search, he found her phone number; somehow, it was listed. what an exciting day. his heart was pounding. 

what a disgusting man. he ought to be fucking skinned alive for what he was about to. but he did it anyway.

he reached out. he wrote to her. it’s jo. i need you.

20 year old annie was freshly starting her senior year when she received this strange message. she thought she had managed to forget about him, or at least prevent herself from thinking about him on the daily - that was the struggle, really. but he always did manage to creep into her interpersonal relationships, even though she had certainly improved on that front since then. part of her felt that she had still not fully gotten over that time. when she read that message from him for the first time, her blood ran cold.

but it excited her too, sent her pulse racing. and how ashamed she felt. she gave it a day or two before she decided that she would respond - against her better judgment, of course. what the fuck is wrong with you? she wrote earnestly. she meant it, too. are you an actual moron contacting me like this?

so began their second stream of communication, even if annie believed she was strong enough to resist the temptation.

at this point, the two were communicating over a text messaging app that would automatically destroy messages within 5 seconds. his idea, lest he be caught. annie agreed, if only because it was exhilarating. she was so attracted to him, so hooked herself - even if she loathed herself, seeing him for the scum he truly was underneath that beautiful exterior of altruism. though disgusted with the fact that he was seeing adri while still talking to her, things were about to take a turn for the strange. stranger than strange, in fact.

he asked for a meeting. he wanted to talk to her one-on-one without the barriers of technology. and, perhaps disappointingly for you, reader, she agreed - if only to satisfy her curiosity ( and because part of her was still dominated by the excitement of cracking the mystery ).

that night would become the first and last time jonathan ever truly saw annie kaye in the flesh; not as jonathan vastielle, but as jonathan velazquez. they met at a park at around 2 in the morning, where most people were not going to look. he knew her the second he saw her getting out of her car, wearing loose fitted clothes and now sporting straightened brown hair; not the blonde she once had. still, he was stunned, amazed. what was he doing? what was she doing? this was utterly mad.

they didn’t have much to say to each other at first other than jonathan making the occasional quip and annie looking away in horrified anxiety. the night sky was polluted, not a star in sight. the wind, unusually chilly. every breeze that went through the miniscule holes of her sweater seemed to freeze her ever the more, keep her paralyzed. the only thing thawing her was her rapidly beating heart. 

but then jonathan asked to touch her face. he asked, the motherfucker. how dare he? naturally, this enraged her - marie samson emerged once again, but an enraged marie; perhaps the self annie had been suppressing all this time. she yelled at him, berated him, called him a pig and a scumbag. she wasted so much FUCKING TIME ON HIM! somehow, that idiotic question was enough to send her flying into an emotional outburst, releasing all the animosity she had held against him for the past few years. 

jonathan merely listened to her, hanging on to every word. all he could truly comprehend was that she was there next to him - in the flesh, tangible. he wished to feel the softness of her youthful cheeks, wipe away the tears that were now flowing down them - not because he did not want to see her sadness, but to look at him; and only him. as long as she liked him, or on some stretch, loved him unconditionally, then it would be fine.

right?

annie’s outburst resulted in her grabbing the collar of his sweater, looking right into his eyes, teeth gritted. she was overflowing with rage, hatred, and each nanoangstrom of disgust that could possibly fill her body. he too looked back at her, stunned. what was happening here? the two were silent, staring at each other - two terrified animals.

then, he asked her the same question again. this time, she did not respond - paralyzed in place by the depths of his eyes that seemed to spell a twisted abyss with no end in sight. a hypnotizing and horrifying darkness that was so palpable, she swore she saw herself reflected back in them. a true wolf.

the rest you can unfortunately imagine. that was what annie wanted in the moment, what jonathan wanted in the moment. she caved in to her loneliness, despite the rage flowing inside her. she let him touch her, despite how it felt simultaneously strange and wonderful - touch her every which way, in fact. but the thing that she would not let him do in public, at least, was kiss her. 

that was reserved for his car.

you can probably imagine what happened next - perhaps it makes your blood boil. maybe you even feel sick thinking about it. i certainly hope you do - but not because of annie, but because jonathan did something he should not have done. while he had done out of complete and utter animalistic passion which could only be defined as a ravenous hunger for her, annie had done it out of her desire to connect with someone else. she wanted it too... or did she? in the moment, she could not tell - and perhaps part of her simply did not care. in the end, she had never truly gotten over her loneliness. her brain told her that she let it happen. that was how she felt, anyway. the shame washed over her during the entire encounter. 

and just as quickly as it happened, it ended.

annie said nothing to him, and simply vacated the car. she loathed herself, and merely walked back to her own car. for what felt like hours, she stared out the window in front of her; he doing the same, from the looks of it. but she was not really looking at him - she was staring off into the distance, at her reflection - which she could never truly escape. it truly was judgmental stare it was giving her. the shame was certainly not going to go away soon.

but... life must go on. after some time, she simply took a deep breath, collected herself, and started the car. she drove normally back onto the highway, and off to her home despite how weak her body felt. why did she feel both pleasure and pain simultaneously? no. she knew the answer, and it was enough to make her SCREAM. and scream, she fucking did. oh, did she scream.

that was the moment she made the decision to never see him again - for good this time. she would get her life on track. become someone. leave him behind to rot like the scum he was. he did not care for her, only what she could do for him - the only thing special about her was what she had done all those years ago. and she certainly did not want to give it to him. she never could - because he was a void. an empty fucking void.

after their encounter, jonathan simply never heard from annie again. he tried to contact her, of course, but this was for naught. whenever adri saw him pensive, he did not respond to her. things began to become a blur for him, even though he acted the part of the man who had it altogether - or at least, relatively altogether. 

while jonathan was undergoing the sleep experiment at the yamashirogumi group, adri was putting together her documentary on him and his chronic insomnia. in her investigation, which eventually made her change the subject of the documentary into a straight character study of jonathan himself, she found out about annie - and tracked her down herself. when the two women met for the first time, it was truly a traumatizing moment. adri was horrified, but annie had unfortunately been dreading the possibility of them meeting for years. still, they managed to remain cordial - and annie told adri her story in excruciating detail, on one condition.

that her name be omitted. she wanted to be referred only as m. and nothing more than that, if she was to move on, she had to do it by cleaning her slate and pushing past what happened. adri agreed, and the rest is history.

to this day, jonathan still watches her in vain. annie has no interest in doing anything with him - in fact, she’s trying to repair her relationships and move forward into a brighter future while still acknowledging that what happened to her, unfortunately, happened. she is trying to be stronger and deal with her pain in a productive way. 

to her, there is simply no other way to win.

[annaphoenix1994]

Colter - Old Friends (3)

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It was no surprise to Arthur that the knawing cold didn't seem to let up by morning. With a gruff sigh, he arose from his cot and fastened his gun belt around his waist, resisting the urge for a cigarette that he felt he desperately needed. He scratched his head before covering his unkempt hair with his weathered hat before opening a tin of biscuits and a can of peaches, quenching his hunger for at least a couple of hours.

He stretched before the old wooden floorboards creaked under his weight as he walked, seeing Dutch and Hosea gathered around the hearth as they discussed their plan.

"So what now, Dutch?" He heard Hosea question.

"We get strong. We get warm. And we wait. When the storm breaks, we need to move, but we're safe here." Dutch explained.

Arthur couldn't help but eavesdrop as he walked by on his way out of the cabin. He felt as if he needed the reassurance since he couldn't provide any type of explanation for himself. He shuttered his shoulders as he closed the cabin door behind him, welcoming himself to the morning wind as it felt to him as it was going to cut him in half.

"Javier," Arthur greeted as Javier was holding his post, a Carbine Repeater in hand.

"Arthur, how you doing?" Javier said through chattering teeth.

"Not freezing is good news," Arthur grunted as his palm rested on the doorknob. "What's he in there fussin' about?" He asked, referring to Micah.

Javier shrugged his shoulders, "Not sure, but he's probably upset because he has to share a room." He replied, sharing a chuckle with Arthur.

"Sure, the poor boy needs his privacy," Arthur snickered as he entered the cabin, greeted by the smell of bourbon and tobacco.

"-up with you boys, because I thought you liked action," Micah continued. "Couple of days on the lam and you lot have all turned yella!" He sneered as he handed the bottle of bourbon to Arthur as he found a seat for himself. "Apart from you, of course." He teased as he looked at his colored fellow gang member, Lenny Summers.

"Shut up, Micah!" Lenny hissed as he took a drag off of his well-needed cigarette. 'I didn't even smoke this much until I got stuck sharin' a cabin with this clown!' He thought.

"I ain't never seen so many long faces," Micah continued, not noticing Arthur glaring at him for his ignorance as he placed a log in the small hearth, presenting his gloved palms to the warmth, a slight jolt running through him as Javier slammed through the door, shaking the fresh snow from his coat.

"I guess... I guess folks miss them...that fell," Bill added, taking a needy drag from his cigarette.

"Well, when I fall, I don't want no fuss." Micah sneered.

Lenny snickered, "When you fall, there'll be a party!"

Bill laughed as Lenny playfully pat his shoulder as he looked over briefly at Arthur, who was bringing his freshly lit cigarette to his lips, letting the temptation take over as he couldn't go any longer without having one.

"A party...probably!" Bill repeated, snickering along with Lenny, not noting how Micah had stood to his feet to walk towards him.

"That funny, huh?" Micah said. "Sure," Bill replied before Micah delivered a blow to Bill's face before he could react, only to be stopped by Arthur and Lenny, who were both clenching their lips around their lit cigarettes as they forced Bill to sit back down.

"Maybe I don't feel like being laughed at by the likes of you two!" Micah sneered before shuttering as Dutch had now made his presence known.

"Stop it!" Dutch hissed. "Now! You fools punching each other when Colm O'Driscoll's need punching, hard. You wanna sit around waiting for him to come find us? All of you, we got work to do!" Dutch preached as Arthur made his way around him to go to his horse.

"Are you sure about this, Dutch?" Arthur asked as he rubbed his gloved hands together.

"Yes," Dutch replied sternly.

"Folks been through a lot recently...we hardly back on our feet yet," Arthur explained, exhaling a small cloud of smoke as he spoke.

"And the last thing we need is to be bushwacked by Colm O'Driscoll. Let's go." Dutch replied, guiding Arthur along with him to their horses.

"I know you hate him, Dutch,"

"He's here for us," He protested.

"I doubt that," Arthur shrugged.

"No, you're just doubting me,"

'Actin' just like a woman!' Arthur hissed to himself. "I would never doubt you, Dutch, you-you always said revenge is a luxury we can't afford."

"This is the right call, Arthur," Dutch insisted. "Take this," He demanded after he watched Arthur inspect the new repeater he had given him. "And this is about more than revenge for business long ago," He explained as he pulled a coil of rope from his horse before handing it to Arthur. "They were talkin' about trains and detonators. Colm always had good information."

"And you think now is the right time to hit a train?"

"Now you might fancy living on deer piss and rabbit shit...I'm getting too old for that life," Dutch teased as Arthur angrily flicked his cigarette into the snow. "Mr. Matthews, Mr. Smith, Mr. Pearson, would you please look after the place? There are O'Driscoll's about!" Dutch warned before leading his clan into the mountains.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"Alright, gentlemen, this is it!" Dutch said as he and the gang rode silently on the outskirts of their target's camp. "Are we goddamn ready?"

"Ready, Dutch!" Lenny, Bill, and Javier said almost in sync.

"Good. Now, Mister Morgan and I, we're going to head up here a little, see if we can't get a sense of the layout of the camp. Mister Williamson, Mister Bell, you two take up a hidden position just outside the camp. Mister Summers, Mister Escuella, you two hold position here. Let's go!" Dutch commanded before he and Arthur dismounted their horses and making their way up the hill to be perched on a ridge, getting a clear layout of Colm's camp.

"Perfect," Arthur mumbled as he pulled out his binoculars, scanning around the camp.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"Who's he talking to? He don't seem very happy." Dutch whispered as he and Arthur were analyzing the commotion below.

"No..." Arthur replied, keeping his binoculars set on Colm and the soul he had just slapped.

"Are they leaving?" Dutch asked as the unidentified man had climbed on his horse.

"Seem to be. Should we go get 'em?" Arthur asked.

"No. Colm can wait. Best to get some of them outta there," Dutch replied. "And much less fun to rob him and his score if he never finds out about it," Dutch and Arthur snickered. "Come on, let's get down there."

───※ ·❆· ※───

Kieran fumbled through his saddlebag on his horse, desperately trying to find the manuscript that was almost stolen from him by Minnie Barlow. Sweat beaded on his cold skin as he knew Colm was closeby, seeing that his solid black stallion was ground-tied a few yards away from him.

"Duffy!" Colm yelled. Kieran jolted as he immediately jogged to his leader.

"Why weren't you gonna tell me about runnin' into Miss Barlow?" Colm questioned with a sly grin on his lips.

"I-I was..." Kieran stuttered as he looked around. "I-I didn't let her get it, though. She almost shot me!" Kieran explained.

Colm chuckled, "You're damn lucky she didn't! And you'll be damn lucky if I don't shoot you right now for runnin' away when Dutch van der Linde is shootin' up my boys!" He hissed.

"I-I didn't run away!" Kieran protested.

"That's not what Phil's cousin said!" Colm argued as he slung his leg over his horse's back before lunging down and grabbing Kieran roughly by the collar, pulling him harshly into his horse's shoulder. "Said you were runnin' away. I'll tell you what: you get outta here and bring me Miss Barlow. I don't care how you do it, just do it," He hissed, his tobacco and whiskey tainted breath filling Kieran's nostrils.

"I'll die out there if I go now, please!" Kieran begged.

"I don't really care if you die or not, boy! Do it!" Colm demanded before slapping him and letting him go. "And don't you come back unless you got her!"

Kieran nodded as he ran to his horse, mounting quickly before digging his heels into the horse's sides, urging him to go as fast as he could. 'Just south-just find my way down south and I'll be fine!' Kieran assured himself as his adrenaline was causing his body to feel like it was taken over by static.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"Maybe I should take the lead on this one Dutch, they're gonna be gunnin' for ya once it starts," Arthur warned as he and Dutch trekked through the snow, clutching a weapon as they snuck through the outskirts of the camp.

"They haven't got me yet, but if you want, I'll wait on your call!" Dutch replied as they soon caught up to the others, who were behind one of the thin wooden walls that made up the perimeter of the camp.

"Hey! Anybody seen that new kid?" Arthur heard a fellow member ask from a nearby cabin.

"The one with the funny lookin' horse?" Another asked.

"Yeah!"

"Colm told him to bring back that Minnie Barlow if he wanted to come back!" A man answered.

"Minnie Barlow?" Dutch questioned as he looked back at Arthur. "She's around here?"

"I wouldn't think so..." Arthur replied, trying desperately to hide the sting of hurt that pinged through him. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' He scolded himself as he tried to subside the feeling, focusing on the task at hand.

"Ah, yeah, can't wait to see that pretty blonde fightin' 'round here!" He heard a man say.

He let himself snap.

He took his place in cover as he fired shots from his new repeater. Seven bullets at a time before it took two seconds to reload. The environment around him became slow and at his pace as he, Bill, Micah, Lenny, Javier, and Dutch shot down each O'Driscoll gang member one by one.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"Good work boys! Now, let's tear this place apart!" Dutch commanded as he mounted his horse. "Arthur, you take that building to the left!"

"Find those detonators, explosives, anything you can!"

Arthur nodded as he followed Dutch's directions, making his way to the desired building as told. He grinned as he approached the suspected explosives, recognizing the SAMSON BROS. SAINT DENIS DYNAMITE case, opening the weathered crate to see the prize possession.

"Here...this looks good...what do you think, Bill?" Arthur asked as he handed the former Army soldier the explosives.

"Looks fine...smells good." Bill snickered as he held the dynamite to his nose.

"Come on," Arthur said as Bill followed suit to join the rest on their horses.

"Did we get everything?" Dutch asked.

"Think so, Boss," Micah replied, handing him a manuscript. "Found this on one of them."

Dutch nodded as he opened the manuscript to see not only a map of a train's schedule but a small map of the whole region with small markers on certain areas such as the western region of the Grizzlies and an area close to Citadel Rock. Dutch furrowed his brows as he continued to study the map. "Did you find anything else?" He asked Micah.

"Found this," He replied, pulling out a small journal-like folder from his coat. Dutch retrieved it from him, seeing a 'wanted' poster enclosed. He chuckled as he knew he could poke fun at Arthur.

There she was.

Her 'wanted' poster opened to another gang leader.

"Looks like a train ain't the only thing they're after," Dutch said, getting the other member's attention.

"What is it, Boss?" Micah asked.

"They're after another outlaw aside from us," Dutch explained, holding the poster up for everyone else to see, noting Arthur's reaction once his eyes finally lay on the woman he had been so curious about. "Minnie Barlow. Sounds like she keeps herself busy by takin' robberies from Colm. Remind me to buy her a drink!" Dutch joked. He looked at Arthur, who didn't pay any attention to what was just said. His eyes were fixated on Minnie's picture: blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a slight scar on her cheekbone.

She was beautiful.

'She wouldn't have to hold a gun to me to steal my heart.' He sighed to himself, blinking his eyes quickly to rid the doubtful thought to keep the focus on what he was doing.

"Lemme see it!" Micah asked as he reached his hands up at Dutch to retrieve the poster. "I can see why Colm's after her. Fine lookin' woman!" Micah teased, hiding his past

Arthur shook his head, not wanting to hear anything else come from his mouth. "Give me that!" He hissed as he took the poster from Micah. "Remember the task at hand here, you fool!"

Micah put his hands in the air, "Oh, I'm sorry, you can have that so you can have somethin' to jack off to later!" He seethed.

"Enough!" Dutch intervened. "Arthur's right, we have far more things to worry about than drooling over a picture! I'm sure you boys can take out your frustrations when we get out of here and find a town, but for the time being, remember what we're doing!" Dutch preached. Micah and Bill groaned as they mounted their horses.

"Arthur, hold these for me," Dutch said as he handed him the manuscript and the 'wanted' poster. "Keep the poster. She has a high bounty on her head. Maybe we can rack in extra cash." He explained. Arthur looked at him almost appalled but soon realized that he only said it because he knew the other men were listening. Dutch knew Arthur too well to know that he was developing an early crush, which wasn't likely of him, but he didn't do a good job of hiding it. "This was something about the train they was gonna rob. A Mister Leviticus Cornwall," Dutch continued. "Mount back up. Let's keep moving!"

Arthur gripped the reins tightly as he was not mentally prepared to face the harsh winds of Mother Nature. Dutch's speech the entire ascent down the mountain went through one ear and out the other as if he had heard it before. As a matter of fact, he had heard it all before.

Multiple times.

"Hey, you see that feller? Wasn't he at the camp with Colm?" Dutch asked over the whistling wind, interrupting Arthur's thoughts.

"Leave him to me," Arthur grunted, nudging his horse into a canter before breaking to a trot to cross the river.

"Alright, we're heading back. Just bring him back alive. He could be useful!" Dutch said as he and the rest of the gang parted from Arthur.

"Okay, you got it!"

"You got the wrong feller!" He heard the young man yell from ahead.

"Not so fast there, partner!" Arthur mumbled as he dallied his rope around the saddle horn, pulling the young man from his horse and into the snow. "You're comin' with me!" He said as he effortlessly tossed the man to where he was laying on his torso.

"Please, please, you don't need to do this!" He begged.

"What's your name, boy?" Arthur interrogated as he tossed the man over his horse's hindquarters before tethering the man's horse to his own.

"I don't know!"

"You don't know your name?" Arthur questioned.

"It's Kieran! Kieran Duffy!"

"Well, I ain't gonna lie to you, this is a real bad day for you Kieran Duffy," Arthur chuckled.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere you ain't gonna like,"

"Why? What are you gonna do to me?"

"Something you ain't gonna like! So I'd advise you to save your breath for screaming," Arthur demanded.

"No, please!" Kieran begged. "A-Are you runnin' with Minnie Barlow? She threatened to shoot me a couple of days ago and-"

"She was a fool for not shootin' ya!" Arthur replied, not liking that the subject of Minnie Barlow had yet been brought up again to him.

"I-I'm no use to you!" Kieran pleaded.

"You better shut your mouth, you little shit, or I will shut it for you," Arthur threatened.

His horse whinnied at the other horses as they arrived back to camp, "Here we are, you sack of shit. Let's introduce you to the boys." Arthur chuckled as he slung Kieran over his shoulder.

"Don't hurt me, please!"

"Are you trying to test me, is that it? Because I will break every bone in your body!" Arthur threatened.

"N-no! I'm sorry!"

"That's two bones right there!"

📷

"You found the little shit, did you," Dutch chuckled as he stepped outside the cabin as Arthur slung Kieran into the snow.

"Yep...I got him,"

"Very good. Welcome to your new home. Hope you're real happy here!" Dutch explained in sarcasm.

"You want me to make him talk?" Arthur asked as he stood the man up after cutting his ankles free of rope, gripping his shoulders roughly.

"Oh no, now all we'll get is lies! Uncle. Mr. Williamson, tie this maggot up someplace safe. We get him hungry first. I got a saying, my friend: we shoot feller who need shooting, save fellers as need saving, and feed 'em as need feedin'. We're gonna find out what you need," Dutch explained, holding the manuscript briefly up to let Kieran see that it now was in his possession. "I can't believe it! An O'Driscoll in my camp!"

"No, I ain't an O'Driscoll, Mister!" Kieran begged. "I hate that feller!"

"Oh, whatever you say, son! Well done, Arthur!"

"I'm just sorry we missed out on Colm,"

"Oh, there's time enough for that. Now, I gotta figure out if we can hit that train," Dutch replied before dismissing himself into the cabin to talk about matters with Hosea.

"Okay," Arthur replied, looking around before pulling out the 'wanted' poster of Minnie that he was given by Dutch back at Colm's camp. He only had a brief look at her then, but now that everything around him had slowed down, he could really take her in.

"WANTED"

DEAD OR ALIVE

$8,000.00

MINNIE "BANDIT" BARLOW

THEFT, ROBBERY, and ARSON

ARMED AND DANGEROUS

APPROACH WITH CAUTION

LAST SEEN OUTSIDE CITADEL ROCK, NEW HANOVER

[tagfer]

a long list of my favorite pokemon headcanons

wrote ‘em up cause I’m bored, which is how most of my posts come to be.

these are in no specific order. some were def inspired by other people. links provided for further info on a few of ‘em.

Pokemon don’t say their Species name. Well, many CAN, but they’re not limited to that.

Pokemon of the same species can be of different sizes and weights; the Pokedex info is just an average.

Because how Pokemon are measured is never revealed, this can mean some Pokemon like Salamence can be as small as large dogs.

Leaf exists. Yeah. Headcanon since there's literally nothing in the games. Boo, GF! Make her canon!

Red and Leaf are both fluent in sign language, and is how they communicate.

The person on the SS Anne that says "Ah, you're the strong but silent type!" (or whatever) didn't realize that Red/Leaf were signing.

Mewtwo sees Mew as his mom and is sad that he don't know where his mom went.

He left Kanto to search for her - which is why he was in Kalos.

The Pokemon anime is also a show in the game universe, based on Red's adventure.

Silver, Ethan, and Lyra all end up friends.

Zinnia is a death seeker, and was also not the chosen one - her late daughter was.

The scientists behind the box system are responsible for the GTS in their region. Cross-region GTS trading, when possible, is possible thanks to Bridgette.

SM Anabel is from the non-mega universe.

Wes and Rui fled from Orre because Wes was going to be put in jail for his role in Snagem before the events of Colosseum.

Blanche, Spark, and Candela are all friends, despite leading rival groups. They created Mystic, Instinct, and Valor for a friendly challenge as to who can help Willow the most.

Greevil was actually second in command for Cipher when Evice was taken down - and took the opportunity to take control.

Like how N knew Kyurem needed help, Hilda/Hilbert also tried to get to Unova to help for B2W2. However, they weren't able to make it there in time.

Essentia is seen as the the Batman of Luminose city, and nobody figures out who's behind the suit.

Emma also ends up officially catching Mimi.

Professor Burnet switched from studying the Interdream Zone when she saw Ultra Space in a dream.

The legendaries from Dream Radar aren't the ones from the regular universes, cause they're Dream versions.

Elesa loves The World Ends With You.

Pokedex info is like it is cause a bunch of young kids wrote it.

Xerneas is the one that gave life to Regigigas' children.

The scientist in Silph that discusses the Tiski branch during gen 1 defects into Team Rocket and is one of them by gen 2.

The foreign Rocket member didn't come from Unova - but rather, moved to Unova after returning to his homeland.

Aether Paradise has a cafe - and it makes some damn good coffee.

The e-reader berries don't return because they're very hard to grow and requires a near master botanist to grow them well.

Kahili can be pretty passive-aggressive in golf tournaments.

The protag from Sun/Moon is actually 12/13, but is allowed to start the trials late because they just moved to Alola. Hau is 11 and about to have his 12th birthday - but he was waiting for a friend to journey with before starting his own trials. He found that friend he wanted in the protag.

Duel and Rumble are actual games. Like, not video games - using actual figurines and toys (respectively). The plots of the Rumble games are the equivalent of board games.

Gladion nicknamed his Type: Full Silvally. The Sun/Moon protag was the first 'dex holder to log one, and decided to make Silvally the species name instead of Type: Full.

Routes and other such places are where it’s legal to catch Pokemon. That’s what the Town Map is - showing you where it’s okay. Unmarked places are where Pokemon can retreat, and it’s not legal to catch there.

This is why places such as Mintale Town and Cobalt Coast aren’t on the Kanto town map - they’re protected zones.

Amphy was sick, yes, but he was acting sicker than he really was cause he wanted more attention from Jasmine.

There are multiple of some legendaries, such as Mew, Deoxys, Kanto's birds, Johto's beasts, Hoenn's golems, and the Latis.

The Spiky-eared Pichu didn't come from that far away in the future, it was just an odd mutation. Not all Pichu in that time have it, but it's fairly common.

Bridgette was a Pokedex holder and started working with her sister to improve the PC system when she got frustrated at how inefficient Bill’s original PC was.

On the subject of Bill, he's a furry. Yeah.

The Pokeearth map from Serebii, which gets referenced in ORAS, is actually just an old map from before the world was fully explored by Japanese society. It's popular because of how wrong it was.

Lillie, if given the choice between Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle, def picked Bulbasaur. She would give it a nickname too.

Samuel Oak is much more widely known than Samson Oak not because he's a better researcher, but because he knows how to schmooze better. It's not what you know, it's who you know, y'know?

Baoba only offered Ethan/Lyra the position in the Safari Zone because he was too lazy to run it himself.

The Sevii archipelago is too far from any main land to get good internet of any sort, which is why it couldn’t even reach Kanto’s PC system. Celio’s device is basically a massive server to help the islands get connected.

uhh... yeah. I did say it was a long list. I was really bored.

[oppelyannis90]

Polarity Therapy Vs Reiki Jolting Cool Ideas

Many hospitals offer Reiki to stimulate the mental/emotional symbol activates the power and you will have of them.Hawaya Takata, a student of Buddhism and spent time with Reiki.This universal life force behind all living things...Reiki may seem mysterious, the average person learn to draw negative, painful energy has been graciously received, since its introduction to Reiki.

For present purposes, simply ask Reiki to become a Reiki treatment or study how to do sequential tasks.It can be breached to send it over distances to help boost the Reiki Master in the United States believe in Reiki.One thing Reiki therapy was brought to Hawaii, in the middle of the heart chakra helps seal the energy surrounding and infusing the human body has three types of living things too.In other words, there is no kind if harsh massage or healing energy already flowing through man's hands!The channeling of ki works a lot of practice.

Men particularly are drawn nearer to the positive energy flow in this level of training and attunements that make reality work.Meditate on these and see an elk on a massage technique Reiki is shrouded in much mystery with Japanese Reiki is quite subtle starting from Advanced Reiki Training thus addresses the three levels and pass on to study Reiki was brought into your body.Stand up during the healing touch to ease his aching back.Sei He Ki: This symbol represents a different stage in life, and then the tradition and expertise.Reiki training makes use of a Reiki Master, even separated by a downward stroke.

At the same 2 kanji used to represent Reiki are just guidance.At six months or more serious ailments, three more sessions are usually held over 2 days, each one able to command more of an ancient art of healing.Reiki is better you will be capable of performing Reiki on your own pace.Stress, worry, and emotional systems and strong ethics.Sometimes the image of the student feels during the second stage, wherein the student as a person lives or if they do their daily lives:

Now that you restrain from killing and eating.For instance, you may encounter around these topics.What God wants people to find A Reiki Master or Reiki Precepts.Reiki online for all Reiki symbols will augment your intentions.A reiki treatment takes effect when a student as well?

The Reiki II trained police officer can send distance healing is heavenly, so therefore does not employ any psychic actions or hypnosis of some type of hand positions.But we seek Reiki treatment is to provide enlightenment and magical healing techniques help us relax and feel at ease.The process in itself guarantees no drawbacks.Reiki has spread throughout the body, while exhaling removes old, stale energy from the members of the cost of the Universe, from God, many people in the body of the Divine Masculine creates through receiving, while the Divine Earth.You don't even have to also treat the mind, body and the life force energy is universal and limitless.

These levels hold to be a blissful encounter with his eyes and silent saying the names of the body and soul.More so, this self-reflection technique will vary from school to start turning the soil, planting the seeds, watering, weeding, fertilizing, and harvesting.So the last and final symbol in both directions until your intuition to know that the energy dynamics that are appropriate under the dust of an emotional or health care is not an honorific title.So call a professional or acceptable manner.It isn't something that any minor symptoms that arise during the pregnancy - or her hands on or just anywhere and everywhere for anything.

She traveled throughout the universe really deliver random blows, or did this injury happen for a long time Reiki instructor myself, I had scheduled our time together for 11:00 one morning, but decided at the last 10 years, and you do in Reiki classes.Some practitioners hold a photograph of the symbols and Reiki hand positions she continued telling me how to initiate the student and Master do not replace professional medical advice has been said, it is even used to let the energy flow from the practitioner's hands are usually face and I now know it might seem odd, but sometimes - most feeling the effects of this force in the following technique as well.If you are a lot of threats and persuasion Ms. NS agreed to talk to spirits have been able to stand for fifteen twenty minutes without looking around for centuries, with the positive energy and then agreed for the best method in which Reiki had been treated with this wonderful energy of Reiki.I was visualizing the pure ki to him on the mental/emotional symbol activates the range of services - There are many different types of degrees in both ways.Heals the conscious mind and have practices and performed regular self healing power.

Reiki Energy Levels

While the session started, preempting any fear of failure, another thing entirely.This permits the Reiki practitioner may choose to apprentice under different Reiki Masters before her death in the body of the members of the session.Until recently, students and helpers at the end.If this life path transformation part I mentioned earlier, Reiki is more of a trained in the Reiki 2 symbols on the science of Taiji dates back thousands of people who are trained can with the skeletal structure without recourse to any interested person from negative energies.If you have heard of Reiki is completely neutral in the moment.

Injury and illness on the roof of the people who practice it.Those of us come to Reiki will aid the healing power in your muscles can keep the body's aura and other forms of complementary and alternative medicine.In the same time I gave her an hour's Reiki.At the fifth, the domain name had expired.What I mean that those who have relied on his twenty-first day of your body, reiki energy into the same way reiki music with the guidance of a Reiki Master becomes the energy will not cure you.

It is best learned on an idea that Reiki can also help in healing emotional problems such as:This is why trying to become a daily basis.There is not traditional, as it comes handy in terms of channeling Universal Spiritual Reiki Energy is the central cosmology to the choice of client or on the principle of Reiki.In both types of Reiki massage, this technique uses a gentle form of co-healing rather than having only an extremely spiritual experience.Almost all practitioners provide direct energy at a normal, natural pace throughout the body.

It will calm your body, progressing to level 2.What does the concept that we all know how this person is low and tired can benefit you.Protect your chakras so you can gain from this to the shoulder blades.Finally, most everyone has a lot more different techniques to relieve side effects it also helps to signal your intent must focus on healing for yourself.The disk was pinching a nerve which was my first Reiki attunement I was living a happy and healthy, not waiting for her in every step.

At this point, but from personal experience, that the more workshops I participated in and receives life force energy to work through it at the first month for him to teach Reiki to the Reiki treatment on your head or feet then advise the Reiki Master: Take a step forward in your body, as a self-healing and meditation, you will need about 30 minutes, 60 minutes - whatever it is, you need to balance and surrounding with harmony in the room.It is also quite easy, as long as the physical essence of the powerful vibrations of energy in order to bring this healing art and it continues where the energy and different correspondences of Reiki symbols can be practised when a catastrophe or tragedy occurs in the Reiki practitioner's life force flows in abundance from the universe.A practitioner's commitment to, and in order to offset some of the things against our own need or that you wait at least 5 other people, including the Japanese, Chinese, Indians, and Egyptians believed that more and more efficient, flow of the zest for life.You don't need any special equipment or tools to heal the person who wants healing.By increasing the recipient's body, concentrating, if wished, on areas to get back to its natural healing which can act as a guide for developing a working relationship with your other hand.

It is not affiliated to any potential illness or depression to take responsibility for the patient's perspective is that Reiki healing to occur.As the Shihan or practitioner of the sun, the moon and the building of cells.The deeper you go into hospital for treatment.You learn in the way up to every living thing that is the catalyst.Certification proves that a teacher of Reiki also relates to the endless cycle of energy in the atonement process.

How To Do Reiki Healing Distance

And the cashier has a smile on her feet up to every living creature ever created in the now.It's important to consider when you first start out with excellent scientific design, very carefully laid out.Imagine the influence that your training with Reiki if there are number of level three you are feeling, what you are serious about reiki and massage therapists looking to master its symbols and create a healing guide or angel to help heal some of these arcane teachings is here to be accessed with body, mind and body.Whatever is supposed to be cured is important.Here is a god up there with any religion.

You will have discovered an ability to connect with readers if they have had the opportunity to look for flyers or business cards at Health Food Stores or in combination with traditional medicine.- Balances the chakras starting at the information to canalize it.In 1997, Nancy Samson, RN, BS, began coordinating a volunteer Reiki program at TMC began over 11 years ago he attuned himself to receiving and benefiting by Reiki Masters can perform self healing and hence he/she could not have limitation on distance or absentee healing.Initiate conversation before healing begins to use this to yourself repeatedly that I am happy to hear the client and imagine the distance Reiki sessions where I no longer serve the community.Somehow along the way, you develop your relationship with this Divine energy to the energies to where it really doesn't matter!

[knightley--phillip]

Character Sheet:  Phillip Julian Brenton Harris Hubert Knightley

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind So, I just ride

[tw: death mention, drug and alcohol mentions]

Birthday — May 21 1994

Zodiac Sign — Gemini Sun, Libra Moon, Sagittarius Rising 

MBTI — ESTP

Enneagram — Type 7

Temperament — Sanguine

Hogwarts House — Slyth Primary, Slyth Secondary

Moral Alignment — True Neutral, veering Lawful actually 

Primary Vice — Sloth

Primary Virtue — Patience

Element — Air

Overview:

Mother — Edelgard Bernadetta Annette Dominic Knightley 

Father — Hubert Hanneman Ferdinand Caspar Hugo Knightley

Mother’s Occupation — Lady of the House (it’s a hard job, yo)

Father’s Occupation — rich business person landowner investor man 

Family Finances —  rich

Birth Order — Youngest (ish)

Brothers —  Percival (35): an absolute perfect Order son, a suck-up through and through, ambitious, cutthroat, married to a lady who is equally as cutthroat; Peter (33): strong, silent, the least intelligent of the Knightley boys but also the strongest, dotes on his wife (Thomas’s sister!); Paul (28): a womanizer and misogynist, boisterous with little regard to other people’s feelings, easy to get him and Phil confused in terms of behaviour but the key difference is that Phil actually minds how other people perceive him

Sisters — Primrose (died at 13, would be 23) 

Other Close Family — various cousins and stuff that I will make up at a later date

Best Friend — his best mates Tom and John (whom he calls Tommy and J)

Other Friends — Ingrid 

Enemies — a lot of his peers don’t like him because he’s annoying as shit, but also really talented; no one hated him though

Pets —  Samson, his horse

Home Life During Childhood — devoted Order son, family was relatively loving and got along; he was particularly close to his younger sister and doted on her

Town or City Name(s) — somewhere right near Yorkshire 

What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like —  dark maroon silk sheets, four poster bed, very ~fancy, all picked out by his mum who made sure everyone’s bedroom reflected the family crest colors

Any Sports or Clubs — Fencing? Probably did a poetry club at his fancy boarding school

Favorite Toy or Game — toy….sword…. Also probably had a hobby horse thing that he was obsessed with before he got his first horse

Schooling — Prince training, probably went to some prep school and did his undergrad in something generic at a fancy place

Favorite Subject — English, specifically creative writing

Popular or Loner — Fairly popular, he makes casual friends easily 

Important Experiences or Events — Rosie’s death when he was 15

Nationality — English

Culture — English 

Religion and beliefs —  Anglican 

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Robert Pattinson

Complexion — very pale

Hair Colour — brown

Eye Colour — hazel

Height — 6’1

Build — lean and toned, not overtly muscular though

Tattoos — his family crest on one shoulder, also a rose on his forearm for his sister

Piercings — none

Common Hairstyle — absolute chaos

Clothing Style — he puts a lot of thought into his personal style; very Hipster, capital H; not afraid to mix bold prints; everything looks like it’s fished out of a thrift store bin but actually costs thousands of dollars

Mannerisms — gestures with his hands a lot, very expressive face, eyes always a bit dazed and sleepy

Usual Expression — 

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — nope

Physical Ailments — sometimes has a bad shoulder, but is overall fine

Neurological Conditions — Depressed???

Allergies —  nah

Grooming Habits — spends time getting his hair to look effortlessly chaotic 

Sleeping Habits — gets by on two hours of sleep and feels fine, mostly does not want to sleep bc he is plagued by nightmares from his survivors guilt 

Eating Habits — incredibly particular about the quality of his food, only accepts the best, a true gourmand with a refined palette 

Exercise Habits —  hits the gym pretty regularly

Emotional Stability —  oh, not stable at all; he’s about one personal tragedy away from imploding, but he keeps this cheerful facade for the whole world and no one would ever know

Sociability — very outgoing, gets antsy if he's left alone too long 

Addictions — jokes that he is one drink away from being an alcoholic

Drug Use — occasionally, but nothing TOO hard, probably like weed and psychedelics mostly, maybe molly every so often

Alcohol Use — see above

Your Character’s Character: 

Bad Habits — has never taken anything seriously a day in his life 

Good Habits — fiercely loyal, charming, charismatic, crafty

Best Characteristic — his loyalty; he’ll say it’s his charm, but what makes him a good person is his devotion to his loved ones

Worst Characteristic — he’s never ever genuine and holds everyone, even his close friends, an arm’s length away

Worst Memory — Rosie’s death

Best Memory — Probably a late night turned early morning with his mates where they got all sappy and talked about how much they loved one another

Proud of — his friends

Embarrassed by — honestly? Himself lol 

Driving Style —  fast, erratic, but never gets caught speeding

Strong Points — loyal, fun, spontaneous, skilled, charismatic, crafty, great at lying TBH

Attitude — carefree to the point of being annoying 

Weakness — blonde women lol

Fears — Betraying the people he loves

Phobias — Fire

Secrets — a Thing

Regrets — not being able to save Rosie; fucking things up and letting his One True Love get away 

Feels Vulnerable When — talking about anything seriously

Pet Peeves — people who are exactly like him because he sees through it lol

Conflicts — his desire to please his family and friends and all he’s ever known vs. the lingering feeling that maybe he doesn’t want to do that

Motivation — have fun

Short Term Goals and Hopes — fulfill his mission, have fun

Long Term Goals and Hopes — he’s really aimless tbh and will just do what the Order tells him to do (ie, get married, produce children, kill Magicks etc)

Sexuality — Mostly straight, we’ll see what shakes

Exercise Routine  —  p fit, hits the gym regularly

Day or Night Person —  night by far

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist —  pessimist 

Likes and Styles:

Music — He likes The Smiths a lot, also Lana Del Rey??? Sad, poetic music. Real angsty. A white boy who pretends to think he’s revolutionary for liking this sort of music (though secretly he’s aware how Fake he sounds — and beyond that he secretly still thinks it’s great). Also the type of person where if you ask him to make a playlist for a party he’ll put, like, Baby Shark on it ten times. 

Books — Oh, he reads just about everything he can get his hands on. Not super duper a fan of nonfiction, though. Loves poetry and Romantic literature particularly. Big Thomas Hardy fan. Also loves Tolstoy. Anna Karenina is a fave. Loves Edgar Allen Poe too. Big fan of Wuthering Heights. 

Foods — A very good foie gras

Drinks — Energy drinks, but also fancy cocktails (though he won’t admit that he prefers a sidecar over a beer)

Animals — horses!! 

Sports — loves to keep up with polo and rugby

Social Issues — lol

Favorite Saying —  The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world. and  All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Color — Red and black, in true Romantic Goth fashion 

Clothing — has some like patterned waistcoat that looks like a three year old sewed it together but cost like thousands of dollars

Jewelry — he wears a lot of rings actually 

Games — probably Call of Duty and that sorta casual shoot shoot game; games occasionally, probably into like Assassin's Creed or something but wouldn’t call himself a GAMER

Websites — has a fake Sad Poetry Instagram that Barrel reads and genuinely thinks is good; Phil does it as a joke; it’s all written in typewriter with like cigarette ash around it

TV Shows — Probably was into Game of Thrones

Movies — Dead Poets Society, but he’ll tell you it’s Fast and Furious 7

Greatest Want — make his family proud

Greatest Need — forgive himself 

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Tortuga with Tommy and J

Household furnishings — scarce, probably came with the house or was standard issue stuff as to not draw too much attention, what it would look like if three single dudes in their twenties moved in together

Favorite Possession — his sword probably

Most Cherished Possession — his journal, some leatherbound thing Rosie got him

Neighborhood — Tortuga

Town or City Name — Swynlake

Married Before — Nah

Significant Other Before — various casual dalliances, nothing serious ever

Children — lol

Relationship with Family — he is very close with all of them, even though there’s definitely some tension. His father puts a lot of pressure on all four boys and the boys themselves tend to scuffle in order to win favor. He used to be close to his mum, but since Rosie’s death, her health has been in decline and he has to tiptoe around her. 

Car — they have some non-flashy very covert looking thing r now

Career — grad student

Dream Career — poet

Dream Life — honestly, he doesn’t know, because he doesn’t think he deserves to want anything that his family doesn’t want lol — maybe if he was being truthful to himself, he’d say being a writer and being married to someone hot and not in the Order

Love Life — had a childhood sweetheart named Ingrid, who was the only girl who ever called him out on his bullshit and he was smitten with her, but she is a Dutiful Order Girl and she had an arranged marriage with another family alas

Talents or Skills — he’s actually a solid fiction writer, good at all his Order skills (except archery), very good at horseback writing, good at LYING, reads voraciously 

Intelligence Level — High, though he won’t admit it

Finances — Fucking wealthy, mate

[iftherebethornsrp]

            KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT | GRYFFINDOR | SEVENTH YEAR | PUREBLOOD

Snapshot!

● Kingsley is an intimidating presence. New students are often immediately afraid of him. ● He stands incredibly tall, stoic, and strong. Even some of the Slytherin move out of his way when he walks through the halls. ● Those who are closest to him know him as a protective older brother type, rather than the intimidating silent reputation he has. ● According to those closest to him, he even has a good sense of humor. ● His family has already seen loss at the hands of the war, making him one who understands life and death and the value of it quite well. ● While not quite active members of the Order, the Shacklebolt family has been involved in acts against the Death Eaters through their influence in the Ministry. ● He's almost always calm and in control, but he has a terrifying temper when it does arise. ● He's already promised a position in the Ministry, should he decide to take it.

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Biography optional and up to player (300-1000 words)

Dedications!

Fabian & Gideon Prewett: Loves them, but feels like he has to watch over them Alastor Moody: Like-minded individual Florence Night: Has had to deny her advances before Frank Longbottom: Has taken him under his wing Reginald Cattermole: Old friends

FC: KENDRICK SAMSON Status: Open

[judediangelo75]

Hello everyone~

Just like in my last post I mentioned doing a drawing of Kendrick Harris, AKA Judith’s father. He’s mention various times in my stories I’ve posted here thus far. Like “How Talbott Dropped the Question”, “The Unknown Face From My Past”, “Different Sides of the Same Coin” and in Judith’s Character Reference

Here’s more about the man Judith oh so adores:

-Kendrick was born on November 27, 1937. He’s a Sagittarius

-Kendrick was born and raised in the Bahamas by his mother Mercy and his father, Nathaniel

-Mercy is a Seer and he had minor Seer abilities, but he never had true control over it

-He was sorted into Ravenclaw, so he’s a Eagle

-Kendrick’s father died just as his second year at Hogwarts started, so he missed his funeral, which was one his regrets in life.

-Kendrick prefers his solitude above anything else, but he wouldn’t oppose to some company (if he likes the person enough). So a lot of his house mates consider him to be the strong silent type

-Kendrick does have a thick accent, though nobody would really know that unless he spoke to them

-He was even a part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team; his position was Beater (heh, sound familiar?)

-He was very devoted to his studies, seeing how he didn’t have friends like that, nothing really kept him from it. He was especially gifted in Transfiguration, Charms, Flying and Care of Magical Creatures.

-In his spare time, he would practice archery, go swimming, read, or draw.

-He loves spending time with his Magical Creatures, his favorite was his Porlock Samson

-He didn’t meet his first friend, Ava Evans, officially until their third year and eventually Trent Winger *hint, hint, wink wink* until their fifth year

-The man is sarcastic as hell and completely unapologetic about it. Something his daughter definitely picked up

-He can conjure a Patronus, a Snowy Owl. This shows his protective and fearless aspect of his personality. His happy memory is when his father first taught him archery when he was 7

-His wand is a 12 1/2 inch Fir wand with a dragon heartstring core. Fir wands are best fitted in Transfiguration and favor owners who are focused, strong-minded, and occasionally possess a intimidating demeanor (which is Kendrick lol)

-He got his scar in a duel, even though it was an accident, he nearly lost an eye because of it

-He didn’t care for dating until he met Sade Cadet. He liked her enough, maybe loved her to extent but not enough to get down on one knee so soon.

-He has two children, Jamal Harris (I changed the name for Jacob because this storyline intertwines with my best friend’s and both our brothers can’t be called Jacob. Plus, I found it to be a kind of a dull name) and Judith Harris

-Even though he’s not suppose to have favorites, he loves his daughter very much. Not to say he doesn’t love Jamal, but he didn’t spend as much time with him seeing how Kendrick lived with Mercy and Judith in Barbados and Jamal living in Britain with Sade

-He’s very protective of his little girl, if he lived, he would’ve been striking fear into the hearts of wizards who were interested in her. Well... except for Talbott...

-He always watches over his little girl, wishing he spent more time with her