#tabitha durant

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Theodosius, thank you for joining us. My name is Alys, and I will be part of your welcoming team for your entrance to Shadowvale Academy. Do you have any questions for me?"

Theo glowered at the woman, who continued to smile politely back at him.

"Can I talk to my boyfriend now? Why are we still in stupid Arkhelios? I want to go back to Pleasantview."

Alys' serene expression never wavered. She gestured to her right and another adult appeared beside her. Unlike this Alys, he didn't look like a demon, though maybe Theo was being presumptive. It's not like he looked like a demon most of the time either.

"My name is Leofric," the man said, smiling a little too enthusiastically. "I'm going to be your therapeutic guidance counselor. If you ever need to talk about your thoughts or feelings, I'm at your service. You can talk to me about anything, and it will stay between us. It's going to be a difficult transition, and sometimes demons can be a little too, uh, expressive when their emotions bottle up. Part of taking control over your abilities means taking control over your emotions too. I'll help you work through your emotional stumbling blocks, so that you can graduate into a responsible, mature hybrid in complete control of himself."

"No, I'm fine," Theo insisted angrily. "I'm going back to Pleasantview."

The teen snapped his fingers to summon a demonic portal, but none appeared. He tried again and again, but with no result.

"We've been entrusted with your true name, child," Alys stated coldly. "You'll find that many of your abilities may be out of your reach until you learn to master them. Coming with us isn't a choice. I'm afraid Pleasantview will have to wait."

"No! It's not fair! I need to talk to Adam! I'm not going!"

Overwhelmed with fear, anger, and despair, Theo found himself bursting into tears. He tried to stop the tears in order to look intimidating, but he couldn't. All he could feel within him was a cyclone of those emotions, blurring out every rational thought.

"Change can be difficult, I know," Leofric said soothingly, putting a reassuring arm around the teen. "What you're feeling is natural, especially now that you've realized that your normal means of escape are no longer possible. This is all part of the process; it's only natural. Why don't we continue this conversation inside so that it can remain private?"

"Where are we?" Theo asked through his tears. "I don't even know this part of Arkhelios."

"Because your parents and elected leader are sheltering you," Alys replied. The tone in her voice dashed Theo's hopes of escaping. Hopefully the rest of his so-called team were nicer than she was. Somehow, he didn't think he'd be that lucky.

"This is the former residence of the Chun family and the current residence of the Chun Undead. It is a part of your journey and where we must begin."

"I don't remember this place," Theo insisted, staring at the walls, hoping something would spark in his mind and trigger a reason why he was being forced to be here. "Those are my parents on the wall, but I've never been here before."

"This is the area where President Bellamy houses the undead," Leofric explained. It's part of a small zoned area for Arkhelios' undead residents to embrace their second chance at life."

"This is the zombie containment area?" Theo gasped. "No one's been here but the president herself! How did you get access here? Aunt Lucy and Grandma petition the government every five years to keep this place sealed. No one is allowed here."

"I think you will find that there are very few places where we don't have access," Alys replied. "We had need of it and it was made available to us. For our purposes, we were also granted the help of the undead. Your president has been very helpful. "

Theo frowned. These weren't the same same kind of teachers the Pleasantview Academy had, and they were well known for their long reach within the country. Wherever he was going, it looked like he would miss the freedom of Pleasantview. Whoever these people were, they were impossibly powerful, both politically and magically.

"Theo! Theo Dorhack."

"Grandpa? Is that you?" Theo stared at the zombie that was creeping toward him. He certainly looked like Theo's father, and was a zombie, so logically that would make this man his Grandpa Ian.

Theo didn't really know what to expect of his grandfather. From his grandmother's rants, Ian had been a worthless, cheating bum who squandered their money with his whore mistress. There may be some truth to that description, but when Theo thought about how she usually spoke about him, he decided to give his grandfather some grace. Nearly everyone was actually better than how his grandmother described them.

"Hey, Grandpa," Theo greeted nervously. "How have you been? It's been awhile, huh?"

Theo vaguely recalled his father mentioning that Theo had met his grandfather when he was younger, but Theo had no memory of it. The zombie seemed to understand what Theo was saying, even if he couldn't respond in complete sentences.

"Sit down, Theodosius," Alys commanded, gesturing to the couch beside her.

Ian seemed to respond to the command, gently pushing his grandson towards the requested seat. Theo grudgingly gave into the command, seeing that he was outnumbered and nearly powerless.

"Now, before we can continue with your admittance, we need to measure the limits of your potential," Alys said. Theo perked up at the thought that he could stall the process, but abandoned all hope when Alys locked her eyes intensely with his. "This is in no way optional. If you refuse to participate willingly, we have your true name already. You will be made to complete the exams."

Theo tried not to show fear, but this woman was a professional. Even when she was merely watching him, flashes of terror flooded Theo, warning him against defying her.

"O-okay," Theo gulped. "What do I need to do?"

"We were hoping to chart your natural state to establish an estimate of your abilities," Leofric answered. "Your file indicates that you displayed a large amount of power in this location as an infant. There is a stain of demonic magic in this house that we were hoping to attribute to you, but from seeing you interact with the space, it looks like it belongs to another demon. Perhaps Dorhack, as this was once his domain. It will be added to our measurements, but we need to dig deeper. You will accompany us at dawn to the secondary location. Until that time, you are permitted to sleep. I'd suggest that you take this opportunity. Testing may be...tiring and the chance to sleep may not come again any time soon."

Theo stretched out on the couch he was sitting on, watching his team members watch him coldly. Falling asleep wouldn't be so bad, especially if it meant escaping this nightmare for a few hours. In his dreams, he could return to Pleasantview like he wanted. In his dreams, he could hold Adam again.

As soon as the sun rose, Theo was rudely awakened when a freezing cup of water was emptied on his head. Alys tried to remain impartial, but Theo swore that there was a devious sparkle in her eye when he woke up sputtering.

"We're leaving. Now."

With sleep still in his eyes, Theo walked through the portal Alys had opened for him. On the other side, he stood in front of a weathered, small house, surrounded by water. Theo recognized the area from his childhood.

"This is still Arkhelios," he stated. "Is this the school? This is down the street from where my dad used to live."

This was much closer to the water than where Roman used to live, but Theo could still see the lights of Arkhelios in the distance. He didn't fully remember the near bunker they had lived in before taking over the Bellamy estate, but he did remember how quiet it was. Very few people came to the island next to Arkhelios due it's size and lack of amenities.

"This, Theo, is where you were born. Your entrance into the world was here, so it stands to reason that this is the best place to connect with the root of your magic. We have your true name and the location and time of your birth. All we need now is to see how your body reacts to our conditions."

"Conditions?" Theo repeated, but Alys was already climbing the stairs that led to the house.

"Stand in the magic circle and reach out your hands," the demon commanded. Leofric lingered near her, writing something in a notebook.

Theo did as he was told and immediately felt a rush of energy. His outstretched arm began to waver with the intensity of it all.

Alys nodded her approval and looked over at Leofric.

"Okay, test one, attempt one. And...go."

She snapped her fingers and immediately, all the rush of energy Theo felt exploded, colliding into him at breakneck speed. Energy flooded his mind, and he could feel the weight of the horns on his head, indicating that he'd shifted into his dark form.

"This feels funny," Theo stated, noticing the energy forming around his hands. He felt the top of his head worriedly. "There's still the extra horns from before. Plus the wings. They're sort of a new thing. Maybe they're part of what's wrong with me?"

"Unlikely." With a snap of her fingers, Theo immediately shifted out of his dark form, hitting the ground as his regular self. The change happened before his body could even register the movement.

"Well, that's what happened the other day with Adam," Theo said, hopeful that the experiment had concluded for the day and that he could go home. "So, since you've got the data, I should probably-"

"Test one, attempt two," Alys replied, snapping her fingers again. Theo swore she looked excited at the opportunity to inflict pain and discomfort on him.

The rush of energy came faster this time, still nearly knocking Theo to his feet. The transformation felt nearly instantaneous. Theo could feel the power coursing through his veins, energy exploding from his fingers. Every second, he felt as though he was about to burst from the amount of energy coursing through him. This was how he felt with Adam. The wild, unyielding power that threatened to destroy him had taken over his body within seconds.

"Now hold that position," Alys commanded. "We're getting a good reading. Okay, now try to summon energy to your hand, just what you did with Apprentice Darktide."

Theo obeyed the order, despite the amount of pain that he felt while doing so. Energy crackled in the air around him. His eyes felt like they were burning in their sockets. The room faded away from his vision, leaving him with nothing but endless darkness. Theo was sinking into darkness as an unnatural light shone within him, destroying his ability to concentrate on what was happening to him. He was going to explode from the magical pressure building inside of him. There was only darkness and pain and fear and....

Theo's mind snapped back to attention the instant it collided with something impossible to ignore. A tiny light in the darkness called to him, offering him shelter from the chaos of his thoughts.

The more Theo reached for the light, the more familiar it became. He could feel an unmistakable warmth unfurl around him, easing the fury of the energy forcing the shift into a dark form.

Adam, I finally found you.

There could be no mistaking the change in the air. Even Ian could sense that something had changed, despite not having the capacity to voice it in words. Theo didn't appear to be struggling nearly as much as he had before.

It was impossible for Theo to fight the urge to stay in his dark form, but he was making an incredible effort resisting it. He was no longer breathing heavily and was able to maneuver his hands together to expel whatever he could of the power burning within him.

"Fascinating," Alys exclaimed, putting away her notes in order to fully observe what she was seeing. "Finally, a reading that makes sense. Leofric, when we get back to the school, please send our gracious sovereign a message. The situation is as she thought it might be. The boy is stable here where he entered the world, while using a secondary source's power."

"That's wonderful," Leofric replied. "He can follow a fairly standardized course of study then. I'll have most of his entrance package ready within an hour of our arrival." He paused for a moment, running different scenarios through his mind. "And the secondary source? Do we need to contact them?"

Alys shook her head, still marveling at the teen in front of her. With every passing second, the boy seemed more calm, more in control of himself. Provided the right elements, this little hybrid was more than capable of growing into the threat the Sovereign envisioned. Once he learned to control his abilities, who knew what he could do, especially when paired with this secondary source?

"Only the Sovereign and Master Maricourt need to be informed," she decided. "They are our employers. The magic that they have said this boy can produce...well, the Ocean never gifts such power to a single person. You remember the stories. How odd to finally see such a thing in person."

Leofric nodded, still unsure of what his opinion on the matter would be.

"I'd be more inclined to believe the boy is the result of blood and contracted magic," he suggested. "This Dorhack and his daughter making contracts with powerful families and performing illegal magic would also explain the boy's abilities."

"No, this has the stink of a deity all over it. Impossible life magic, pairing the boy off to be grounded by another? You're far too young to know this, but our controversial life deity came into being due to circumstances much like this. Maybe this all started with Dorhack, but even he couldn't pull this off."

"I disagree. Blood magic amplified by a broken curse can easily explain this," Leofric replied. "I suppose we'll see when he gets settled in and starts training which one of us is right."

Alys snapped her fingers again, releasing Theo and sending him crashing to the floor, his dark form immediately vanished.

"It's a bet. Take Mr. Bellamy through the portal and get him settled. I'll be along shortly."

She gestured towards a wall, opening a portal that would lead Leofric and his young charge to the school.

"I have a feeling that this will be one of our more memorable students."

[potential-fate]

It would stay their secret then. 

A secret for the Durants, for the first time in Arkhelios history. 

Tabitha wasn’t sure she liked the feeling. It felt dangerous. In Arkhelios, a secret could burn through a family line like wildfire if the wrong person knew it. But it wasn’t her secret to keep. It was her daughter’s. And Ulyssa had made it astoundingly clear that she wished for no one, not even the father, to know of this secret. She had refused to even tell them who he was, though Tabitha had a sneaking suspicion as to why, and who. 

She wished her daughter cared more about the entire situation. As soon as Ulyssa had clued them into the situation, Tabitha had expected the response her daughter had had; even understood it. Her daughter was far too young for the ‘burden’ she carried at the moment. The child was better off with someone who wanted them. But as soon as she had comforted Ulyssa, as soon as she’d told her she’d help her handle the situation, Tabitha had watched her daughter wash her hands clean of the situation. It was as if it wasn’t happening anymore. No longer her problem, suddenly it was ‘out of sight, out of mind’.  

She wasn’t entirely sure this was a normal reaction. Though, she supposed quietly, it would be easier to keep such a secret, if her daughter was intent on pretending it didn’t exist in the first place.

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El Hotel Stanley

El Hotel Stanley: La Historia Real Detrás de "El Resplandor"

El Hotel Stanley, ubicado en Estes Park, Colorado, es más que un elegante refugio de montaña; es una de las edificaciones más icónicas en el mundo del terror por ser la inspiración para la famosa novela "El Resplandor" de Stephen King, que posteriormente fue adaptada al cine por Stanley Kubrick. Aunque la historia en el libro y la película está ficcionalizada, el hotel tiene su propio legado inquietante de fenómenos paranormales y sucesos inexplicables que lo convierten en un destino obligado para los amantes del misterio y lo sobrenatural. La historia del Hotel Stanley: El hotel fue inaugurado en 1909 por Freelan Oscar Stanley, un empresario y fabricante de automóviles. Originalmente diseñado como un destino turístico de lujo para la élite estadounidense, el Stanley Hotel pronto se destacó no solo por su opulencia, sino también por los rumores de fenómenos paranormales. El edificio, que ha mantenido gran parte de su estilo colonial georgiano, ha sido escenario de numerosos avistamientos fantasmales, muchos de los cuales siguen reportándose hasta el día de hoy. Entre las historias más conocidas, los huéspedes han afirmado ver figuras vestidas con trajes de época caminando por los pasillos, escuchar música de piano procedente del salón vacío, y sentir una presencia que ronda las habitaciones más antiguas del hotel. El fantasma de Elizabeth Wilson, una empleada que sufrió un accidente en 1911 mientras encendía lámparas de gas en la habitación 217 (la misma en la que se alojó Stephen King), es uno de los más reportados por los visitantes. Stephen King y "El Resplandor": En 1974, el autor Stephen King y su esposa Tabitha se alojaron en el Stanley Hotel justo antes de que el lugar cerrara por la temporada invernal. King contó que el ambiente del hotel vacío, sumado a la vastedad y el aislamiento del entorno, despertó en él una extraña mezcla de inspiración y terror. Esa misma noche, tras un sueño en el que veía a su hijo pequeño corriendo por los pasillos mientras era perseguido por una manguera contra incendios, la idea para "El Resplandor" cobró forma. En la novela, el hotel Overlook (nombre ficticio del Stanley) se convierte en un personaje más, una entidad viva y maligna que afecta a quienes se hospedan en él. Aunque muchos de los elementos del libro son producto de la imaginación de King, la atmósfera inquietante que el escritor experimentó durante su estancia en el Stanley Hotel se mantiene fielmente en la narrativa. Fenómenos paranormales en el Stanley: La reputación del hotel como un punto caliente para la actividad paranormal ha crecido a lo largo de los años. Aparte de los avistamientos fantasmales, hay registros de puertas que se abren y cierran solas, luces que parpadean y objetos que se mueven sin explicación. Los empleados del hotel han afirmado en múltiples ocasiones haber sentido presencias invisibles mientras trabajan en las áreas más antiguas del edificio. Las habitaciones 217 y 401 son especialmente populares entre los cazadores de fantasmas. En la primera, que Stephen King ocupó durante su estadía, los huéspedes han informado de sentir una presencia que les arropa o les coloca las pertenencias ordenadamente, algo que se atribuye al fantasma de Elizabeth Wilson. En la habitación 401, se dice que una presencia masculina habita el armario, y muchas personas han reportado haber sentido un peso sobre su cama o haber escuchado pasos en el piso superior cuando no hay nadie. Además, el sótano del hotel es considerado otro punto cargado de actividad paranormal. Los visitantes han descrito sentir una energía extraña y pesada en esta área, y algunos investigadores paranormales afirman haber captado voces inexplicables en sus equipos de grabación. Impacto cultural: Tras el éxito de la novela y la película "El Resplandor", el Hotel Stanley se ha convertido en una leyenda en el mundo del turismo paranormal. Cada año, miles de visitantes acuden al lugar para experimentar de primera mano la atmósfera que inspiró a Stephen King, y muchos de ellos participan en recorridos nocturnos donde se exploran las áreas más embrujadas del hotel. El Stanley también ha servido como escenario para varios programas de televisión sobre lo paranormal, y ha acogido eventos especiales centrados en el terror y el misterio. Además, el hotel proyecta regularmente la película "El Resplandor", para quienes desean sumergirse aún más en la historia que ha hecho famoso al lugar. A pesar de los cambios modernos y las renovaciones, el Stanley Hotel sigue manteniendo esa esencia mística y sobrecogedora que lo convierte en mucho más que un simple hotel de montaña. Es un sitio que, entre lo real y lo ficcional, continúa inspirando a los visitantes y generando historias que parecen sacadas de una novela de terror. El legado de un hotel encantado: Hoy en día, el Hotel Stanley es tanto un destino turístico como un ícono cultural. Las leyendas y relatos de fenómenos paranormales no solo han aumentado su fama, sino que lo han elevado a un lugar de culto para los entusiastas del misterio. Ya sea por la conexión con Stephen King o por los eventos inexplicables que siguen ocurriendo, el Stanley Hotel seguirá siendo un enigma que trasciende la historia, la ficción y lo sobrenatural. Read the full article

[christophe76460]

Tabitha, Lève-toi !

Je crois en la résurrection, Christ est ressuscité et Il est assis à la droite du Père. Je crois que Christ a ressuscité des hommes et des femmes durant Son ministère et celui des apôtres, la Bible en témoigne.

Nous allons nous pencher sur le récit de actes 9 : Nous sommes dans un contexte où l’Église naissante va vivre une période un peu plus calme, car son persécuteur Saul de Tarse s’est converti. Au même moment, Pierre continue son ministère d’évangéliste à Lydde. L’Église ne se relâche pas dans sa mission de proclamation de l’Évangile.

Mais un événement va attrister une communauté de Joppé.

Actes 9:36 à 43

Ce passage met en évidence un événement tragique, à Joppé. Tabitha, une femme parmi les disciples de Jésus est tombée malade, elle succomba à sa maladie et elle mourut.

Quelle tristesse quand on sait que cette femme était active au sein de la communauté de Joppé. Le texte nous rapporte qu’elle faisait beaucoup de bonnes œuvres et d’aumônes.

Mais la communauté de Joppé entendit parler que l’Apôtre Pierre se trouvait dans une ville voisine à Lydde. Ils l’envoyèrent chercher et le prièrent de venir chez eux sans tarder.

Pierre partit sur Joppé sans plus tarder et quand il arriva sur les lieux on le conduisit dans la chambre haute où se trouvait le corps de Tabitha.

Le texte nous dit que toutes les veuves l’entourèrent en pleurant et lui montrèrent toutes les tuniques et vêtements que faisait la défunte.

Pierre fit sortir tout le monde de la chambre et se mit à genoux et pria; PUIS se tournant vers le corps il dit : Tabitha, lève-toi ! Elle ouvrit les yeux et ayant vu Pierre elle s’assit. Il lui donna la main et la fit lever. Il appela la communauté de Joppé et la présenta vivante. Cela fut connu de toute la ville et beaucoup crurent au Seigneur ! Amen.

Quel enseignement pouvons-nous retirer de ce récit ? Un début tragique et une fin magnifique !

Quand on lit le texte on se rend compte que dans cet événement tout s’est passé très vite; elle tombe malade et puis elle décède.

Tout peut aller très vite, le matin tu te trouves au Mont Sinaï et le soir tu es dans la vallée de Baka.

Quand la flamme s’éteint dans le cœur d’un croyant tout peut aller vite. Un manque de pardon, un péché caché, des calomnies…

Mais cette communauté de Joppé ne se laisse pas abattre; elle invite l’homme de Dieu qui dirigé par l’Esprit de Dieu va la conduire vers la victoire.

Un nettoyage dans nos pensées

Quand Pierre arrive sur les lieux, il fait le ménage dans la chambre où se trouve Tabitha. Il fait sortir tout le monde : Il faut faire taire et faire sortir les différentes pensées qui nous éloignent de ce que Dieu veut réellement accomplir, à savoir de relever celui qui est perdu, sans zèle et qui a perdu sa flamme.

2. Plier le genoux

Après que Pierre ait fait place nette dans la pièce, le texte nous dit que Pierre s’est mit à genoux et qu’il pria. Sans fléchir les genoux devant Jésus, nous ne sommes capables de rien et notre frère ou notre sœur ne peuvent se relever. Tout comme Pierre, allons chercher la face de notre Dieu, aux pieds de notre Sauveur, Celui qui connait et qui sonde les cœurs.

Le texte nous dit que Pierre pria. Pierre était un homme d’action mais aussi un homme de prière.

Comme cette communauté de Joppé, soyons animés par l’amour pour notre prochain. Invitons l’Esprit Saint dans nos vies afin de chasser nos pensées décourageantes qui nous empêchent de croire que Notre Seigneur peut redonner la vie spirituelle à toutes les "Tabitha" qui doivent reprendre leur marche avec Dieu. Comme Pierre, plions le genoux devant Celui qui redonne la vie.

( Toutes les pensées quotidiennes sur : *viechretienne. net/pensee-du-jour* ). ☀️réduire l'espace entre le "point" et le "net"☀️ dans votre barre d’adresse.

[gravebeforejail]

Parasites

Mafias Benefactoras: El Gremio. Admisiones: Son reclutados directamente por el Gremio. Líder: Tabitha Rowling (NPC)

Los Parasites son lo más bajo dentro de la jerarquía social en Heaven’s Gates, con muchísima diferencia. Podría decirse que el único nexo común entre las diferentes Afiliaciones en Heaven's Gates es su desprecio hacia los Parasites.

La Afiliación recibió tan despectivo nombre porque sus componentes no pagan nada, sino que es el propio Gremio quien los contacta y quien cubre su matrícula y la totalidad de sus gastos. Además, no suelen tener conexión previa con el mundo del crimen, por lo que la brecha y la desconexión con el resto es aún mayor.

Es un grupo muy reducido y variopinto. A ciencia cierta nadie sabe por qué los eligen, aunque todos comparten pasados terroríficos.

El único requisito que les pone el Gremio para contribuir durante su estadía es que deben realizar trabajos de mantenimiento en el campus, tales como servir la comida en el comedor, limpiar las aulas y los pasillos, jardinería, etc. Nada demasiado exigente.

Las residencias de los Parasites se encuentran en el Módulo de Mantenimiento, donde también se hayan las de los celadores, jardineros y otros empleados interinos de Heaven's Gates. Su lugar de reunión simbólico es la azotea del Módulo de Mantenimiento, donde tienen una vista bastante amplia de todo el campus y pueden sentirse seguros.

[tabithaelicot]

Hometown Grocers was practically empty, and picked over in a way that was a little unnerving, but Tabitha was on a mission. After spending most of the day listening to her grandmother remind her of all the ways she was a failure, Tabitha had decided wine would be the best way to drown her out. She was going to go home, drink a lot of wine, and watch Sleeping Beauty until she fell asleep on the couch. And that would be better than lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about all of her failed relationships. 

The problem with Tabitha’s plan was that she was really only familiar with cooking wine, which is how she ended up wandering the store with her arms full of different bottles, looking for someone to help. But Joel Durant was not who she’d had in mind. Seeing him could have been salt in an already very raw wound. Their relationship had been deep and intense and doomed from the start in a way that made Tabitha feel particularly stupid looking back on it. But even with their past lingering between them, he still had the kind of presence that it was hard to feel bad around. 

Tabitha bit back a smile as she rolled her eyes. “Joel, I’m four months older than you.” Then she stopped trying to hide her smile. “And for the record, I’m not buying all of them. I just don’t know which ones to put back.”

for: @tabithaelicot location: Hometown Grocers time: post Thanksgiving dinner

Joel's gaze was flitting across the selection of cheese in the deli of the local grocer when he saw her. Tabitha. The person he had first loved, perhaps the only person he ever loved so fiercely. She was an angelic vision, of course. Always was. Just out of the corner of his eye, he was unsure if his mind was playing tricks. So, he attempted to look over at her casually, just enough movement to see whether or not his suspicions were correct. But no, it really was her and not some sleepy town, post turkey mirage. He ticked his head back forward as he wracked his brain for something to say, he would be remiss to only say 'hello'. She was carrying wine. A ridiculous amount of wine, too much wine for the Tabitha he knew. Various kinds, all piled up in her arms.

Not being able to help himself, he steps towards her and with a click of his tongue, he drawled "Young lady, that's an awful lot wine for one person." He couldn’t let himself just stare at her, he had to say something. Even if there never could be the perfect thing to say. An amused smile twitched at his lips as he said it, eyes searching her face and trying to gauge her reaction. Joel raised an eyebrow, asking “Do you need a hand with that?”

[saralynnx]

“Oriana’s big party is finally here! She needs to control her spontaneous guests, so have her serve food on the buffet. Keep an eye out for crazy guests!”

Please excuse my red pause lines and black squares. I had to take out my mods to ensure the scripted events worked properly!

[arkhelios-gameplay]

“Looks delicious,” Tabitha commented, standing up from the chair. And so does the food, a tiny voice in her head said. She tensed. Her body was screaming for Ian, and her mind screamed for Launce. But one is here and one isn't.

“Hey,” Ian said, turning around to face her. “How do you prefer it?”

[bobofrog64]

1. Squeak Saturday

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Lucille Bishop odeia estar com calor. Ela odeia sentir calor porque está na puberdade. Porque a temperatura faz seus braços e suas costas suarem. Porque seu cabelo tem que ficar preso em um rabo de cavalo idiota que deixa seu rosto quadrado e faz os óculos redondos parecerem ainda mais estúpidos. Lucille odeia o calor, mas ama o verão. Ela ama o verão pq o verão não é só uma estação, é uma pessoa.

E Summer Alliout é a sua pessoa. E ela o amava como amava as pequenas flores da árvore do quintal. O amava como se tudo sobre o verão começasse e acabasse nele. Exceto quando ele estava sendo estupidamente insuportável, como naquela tarde. Aí ela o odiava como odiava o calor.

Os dois estavam no pequeno quarto de Luci, no apartamento dos Bishop. Ela estava deitada na cama, apenas de short e regata, se abanando com uma revista, enquanto seu melhor amigo, sentado em sua escrivaninha, mexia nos vidrinhos de flores mortas que ela guardava em uma caixinha de madeira.

— Eu estou te avisando, Summer. Tira a mão dos meus vidros, você vai acabar quebrando… — Luci murmurou novamente, aumentando a frequência que movia os papéis na frente do rosto.

Summer segurava quatro ou cinco vidros entre os dedos, Luci não queria entender o que ele estava fazendo, mas estava preocupada com o bem-estar das suas flores. Aqueles vidros haviam sido um presente de Andrew e eram extremamente caros, por serem tão pequenos e virem com uma caixa tão bem entalhada. Summer tinha as mãos inquietas e parecia não querer brincar com outra coisa, o que estava deixando a garota irritada aos poucos.

— Eu não vou quebrar, você que é encanada pra caralho — ele manuseou dois entre os dedos, os derrubando na outra mão. Luci sabia que ele estava apenas sendo teimoso, porque estava entediado.

— É sério, Summer, guarda isso — ela finalmente levantou, sem paciência, pronta para tirar suas coisas da mão dele — Brinca com outra coisa, tem um livro que morde ali na estante, vai ver se ele arranca seu nariz.

Luci esticou a mão para pegar suas flores, mas Summer se inclinou para trás, as erguendo antes de ficar em pé. Luci não era baixa como Tabitha, mas Summer tinha chegado na puberdade um pouco antes e tinha crescido muito mais que ela durante o tempo que ela ficara na escola. A Bishop pulou, revirando os olhos. Os dois brigaram pelos vidros por alguns minutos. Luci recuperou três, antes de cansar e cruzar os braços.

— Para de ser um bebezão, Alliout. Devolve os outros — Ela abriu a mão esperando e ele virou de costas indo na direção do banheiro, alegando estar apertado.

Luci guardou os vidros dentro da caixa e esperou ele sair, contendo os olhos de ficarem permanentemente presos atrás de sua cabeça de tanto revirá-los. Summer saiu do banheiro e antes que Luci pudesse pensar, ele jogou os dois vidrinhos para ela, gritando “Pega!”. Ela reagiu tarde demais e os dois recipientes caíram na madeira do piso, rachando no meio e espalhando as flores, junto com o líquido que as armazenava.

O rosto de Luci ficou tão vermelho quanto a cor da camiseta de Summer. O Alliout estava sem reação, como se não fosse ele que tivesse causado toda aquela cena. Nenhum dos dois se atreveu a falar por alguns minutos. O silêncio pairou no cômodo enquanto a corvina ia até o banheiro para pegar a toalha de chão para juntar o vidro e o jogar dentro de uma sacolinha.

Summer tentou ajudar, mas o olhar que recebeu de Luci o fez ficar parado no lugar. Ela colocou a sacola com o resto de vidro na mesa e bateu as mãos na blusa, olhando para o amigo com os olhos um pouco marejados. Eram apenas vidrinhos, mas Luci chorava por tudo e aqueles haviam sido um presente.

— Você é um idiota, Summer — ela começa.

— Eu não achei que você ia ser tão burra, a ponto de deixar cair — Summer argumenta como se fosse válido.

— Eu disse para você não brincar com as minhas coisas. Você tem ar na cabeça? — Luci rebateu, o tom de sua voz se elevando a cada palavra.

— Você passa o ano todo naquela porra de escola de magia e não consegue nem levitar a porra de alguns vidros, agora a culpa é minha? — agora os dois estavam gritando.

— Não é assim que funciona, Alliout. Qual o seu problema? — Luci perguntou, porque Summer não era burro, ele só parecia, quando sabia que estava errado — Sai do meu quarto — ela pediu, mas ele continuou parado.

Luci e Summer continuaram se encarando, sem falar nada. Ela tentava ver se ele sequer estava arrependido, mas a tristeza sobre seus vidrinhos quebrados veio mais rápido que a realização. Luci cruzou o quarto e esbarrou no ombro de Summer antes de sair, batendo a porta.

Tabitha e Ocean estão sentados no sofá, mas ela não se importa e os dois parecem não ligar para o drama também. Ela vê Tab afundando os pés embaixo de Ocean e enfiando uma mão de pipoca na boca. Luci não entendia como eles conseguiam ficar tão perto com aquele calor.

— Seu irmão precisa parar de andar com o meu. Eles estão ficando parecidos demais — Luci ouviu Tab dizer ao namorado antes dela bater a porta da sala e descer até o pé das escadas.

Luci senta ao pé da escada, as lágrimas finalmente escorrendo em seu rosto, enquanto ela tenta contê-las com as costas das mãos. A porta do apartamento abre novamente e quando fecha, passos familiares descem os degraus, parando ao lado dela. A Bishop se afastou para ele sentar, enrolando os braços no corrimão. Os dois ficaram em silêncio, ouvindo a televisão da vizinha do andar de baixo. Era um daqueles programas sobre acumuladores. A velha do andar de baixo xingava a televisão como se pudesse mudar a vida das pessoas do programa. Summer riu e Luci também.

Os dois se encararam durante alguns segundos até a garota desviar o olhar, encarando as dobras do short jeans. Summer dobrou as pernas no degrau as abraçando e apoiou a bochecha nos joelhos. Do mesmo jeito que ele não sabia organizar as palavras para pedir desculpas, ela não tinha como ficar brava por tanto tempo.

— Quer jogar orbeez na piscina do vizinho? — Summer pergunta, chutando o tênis de Luci.

Luci o encara por alguns segundos. Eles não tem mais 11 anos de idade, mas a ideia não parece tão infantil por um momento. Mesmo assim, ela não responde. Há um sentimento novo em seu peito que ela simplesmente não consegue perdoar. É estranho se sentir assim sobre alguém que sempre foi seu mundo e por algo tão estúpido quanto flores que já morreram. Porém, o tempo passa, os dois crescem e as coisas deveriam mudar.

— Não — ela finalmente responde.

A porta da frente do conjugado abre devagar e os dois se levantam ao verem Charlie Bishop parado na frente deles com algumas sacolas de compras nos braços. Os cabelos loiros são tão bagunçados como sempre, mas mesmo assim a aparência é diferente.

— Vocês vão ficar olhando ou vão me ajudar a levar as coisas para cima? — Charlie pergunta um pouco confuso, mas nem Summer, nem Luci se movem — Idiotas — o mais velho sobe as escadas, esbarrando propositalmente nos dois.

Os dois mais novos se olham, há um pequeno sorriso no rosto da garota, porque algumas coisas nunca mudam. Eles esperam enquanto Charlie entra no apartamento, para depois descer as escadas. Luci tropeça no último degrau quebrado como se não soubesse que não havia sido consertado. Summer coloca as mãos na cintura dela, a puxando para cima.

Acontece que Summer não é cuidadoso com muita coisa, os vidrinhos de flores, suas coisas, os materiais da escola. Porém tem uma única coisa que o Alliout trata como se fosse feita da mais fina porcelana e essa coisa é Luci. Ela não chega a tropeçar, não chega a bater a cintura no corrimão e mal chega a usar as mãos para se apoiar na parede ao lado da porta. Summer tem o braço firme em sua cintura e a coloca de pé em um movimentos simples.

[javisuzumiya02]

Con respecto a los chicos del au 319 aún faltarían mostrar 4 verdad? Las dos hijas que tuvo con las amigas de Leni y las primeras hij@s que tuvo con Sid y RA durante la introducción del cómic (2 años antes de la apuesta) 2) Dado a que a Tabitha y a lyanna le pusiste su apellido paterno ¿Significa que es oficial que las dos saben que Liam es su padre? 3) como es la relación de estas tres hermanas? 4) que opina la familia de Liam sabiendo que son muy tradicionales?

1- Si todavia faltan algunos. Incluido un hijo que tuvo con Paige.

2- Sip.

3- No se llevan del todo bien debido a que sus personalidades no encajan entre ellas.

4- Mientras se haga cargo no hay problema.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Bellamy's Twikkii Island inspired Family Restaurant. What do you want? I mean, how can I help you?"

Theo rolled his eyes, barely listening to the voice on the other end of the phone. It was Saturday and Adam had invited him to spend time in Pleasantview with his family, which Theo would much rather be doing. Instead, his parents had insisted that he come home for the weekend as scheduled to help with the opening of Roman and Adrian's new joint venture. Business had been slow, staff hadn't shown up and they were losing money. Theo had been appointed to greet guests and answer the phone, a task he resented. Barely anyone called the restaurant and the few that did had complicated requests that Theo wasn't sure how to navigate. So when Theo couldn't understand or hear a customer, he simply hung up. He wasn't getting paid for this shift anyway. His father had told him that it would be his way to repay the family some of the expensive tuition they spent on his schooling and Adrian had uncharacteristically remained firm as well. 

A sudden crash tore Theo's attention from the phone and he quickly hung up the phone to investigate. 

Damien Hydes was busy cringing and trying to fish salad from a well dressed visitor to Arkhelios. Theo had seen him talking to Aunt Wanda before, using the name Maricourt in their conversation. The Maricourts were a famously powerful line of witches and warlocks from all over the globe. They were powerful and smart and dangerous, and Adam just happened to have Maricourt blood in his veins too.

Theo often wondered about what his and Adam's kids would look like if they got together. With a warlock for one parent and a demon studying blood magic for the other, their kids would be the stuff of legends. Pretty cute too, if they took after Adam. Would Theo keep his last name when they got married? He was technically the heir to the Bellamy estate in Arkhelios, but if Adam wasn't interested in that, he could always pass the title to one of his little sisters. Theodosius Ulysses Maricourt had a certain ring to it. No, Theodosius Ulysses Maricourt-Darktide. That was better. Their first kid could have Bellamy as a middle name so Great Grandma Malika didn't burst out of Adrienne's Ouija board and murder them for leaving the Bellamy name in the dust.

"I'd like a table for two please."

Theo snapped abruptly out of his fantasy and back to the cold reality where he wasn't married to his best friend. His great-aunt Darcy was staring at him expectantly for some reason.

"What?"

"I'd like a table for two, Theo," Darcy repeated, looking annoyed. "It's date night for your uncle and I, and we really want to support your father."

Her husband is named Adam. It must be nice to be able to say "my husband, Adam". This is my boyfriend, Adam. I'm Adam's partner.

"Theo? Do you have a table for us? I can seat myself if it's too hard to sort out."

Theo blinked, snapping back to reality for the second time in two minutes. 

"There’s a table over there," Theo replied, gesturing broadly towards a row of booths. "You can try over there if you want." 

"Another order is up!" Tennyson announced, inspecting a cup to ensure it was clean. Working with Roman was a bit of a side hustle for Tennyson, who mostly wanted to stay on the good side of the rich Bellamy family. If this job didn’t work out, it was no big deal. It was good to see the Hydes boy out as well. His twin brother was away at school while Damien chose to remain in Arkhelios.

Roman nodded and added the new order to the list of orders he was juggling already. Cooking and baking for his family was one thing. It was a lot more hectic preparing meals for strangers on demand. 

"Okay, this one should be ready to go," he replied, passing a plate to Damien to serve. "Try not to drop this order too. We only have so many plates."

"Theo, have you seen your sister lately?"

Theo barely looked up from the phone he was suddenly clinging to. Adrian probably wasn't there to yell at him, but Theo had more pressing concerns to deal with. After getting bored of working, he had summoned the courage to call Adam just to chat. Adam hadn't hung up even after they'd exhausted every topic they could think of and talking to him was a much more enjoyable way to pass the time.

"Which one? I have a billion sisters between you and Evren and Dad," he replied snarkily. "How am I supposed to keep track of them? You're the grown-up."

Adrian sighed, pinching his nose and focusing his attention on not strangling the teenager who had made it clear that he didn't want to be there.

"Saturnia. Have you seen Saturnia?" he asked. When Theo shook his head, Adrian sighed again and walked away to continue his search for Roman's daughter. The twins and Fiolett were accounted for and Abe was being babysat along with Adrian and Evren's boys, leaving only Saturnia. 

"Saturnia? Where are you?"

Adrian's search ended quickly, having spotted the missing child outside, entertaining something that shouldn't be hanging around food and hungry guests.

Tabitha Durant, or perhaps Tabitha Chun to be generous to the woman who had stolen away Ian Chun from Elaine, was standing, groaning repeatedly at the child. After his own brush with death, zombies were the creatures Adrian hated most to come across. Witches and demons were attractive and powerful, while zombies were powerless and uncomfortable to even look at. Tabitha had technically been Saturnia's step grandmother in life, but to imagine leaving the girl alone with a walking body of rotating flesh was unthinkable.

"Saturnia! Come here, it's not safe!"

While Adrian took off after Theo's little sister, the teen returned his focus to his phone call.

"Sorry Adam, my stupid step-father thinks I should know where my hoard of siblings are at all times."

To his horror, there was no reply. The dial tone haunted Theo's ears. Adam had hung up on him. Adam hadn't been able to wait for Theo to answer his step-father. Adam was bored of him. 

Theo cringed, trying not to panic. Surely he had accidentally hung up or the line was dead for the entire block. Someone probably ran their car into the phone network box on the street outside. That was definitely better than Adam hanging up on him.

"Theo? How's your shift going now? I saw your stepdad yelling at a zombie outside, so we can talk, right?"

Theo's heart skipped a beat and threatened to stop altogether.

"Adam? You're here?"

Thank whatever god or mystical force that allowed witches to teleport in the blink of an eye. After their conversation had been interrupted once again by the business of running a restaurant, Adam had come to see his friend in person. Theo blinked and tried to think of something cool to say. He blinked again, completely blanking on how to speak when Adam smiled at him.

"Hi." It was lame, but at least it was a word.

"I was hoping to get a table here," Adam said kindly, seeing that Theo's brain was slowly trying to reboot itself and failing. "You're welcome to join me if you want."

Dinner with Adam? He's asking me to dinner? As friends or is this a date? It's probably just out of pity for having to stay here and help. He's such a good friend, that's all this is.

"Yes. I'll find something," Theo promised before being cut off by Adam wrapping his arms around him in a hug. He honestly thought he might die of the complicated feelings rushing to his head.

"Great, it's always good to eat your dad's cooking. Mine is the worst at it, despite being a potion master. I'm sure he won't mind me charging a dinner to him that's actually worth eating."

[potential-fate]

Tabitha looked at her husband. He was right of course.

Everyone in town knew that Hunter Bellamy was adopted when he was a newborn. Most had been surprised by the sudden and seemingly random adoption. Nonetheless, Hunter was raised as a Bellamy, but he lacked the cold harshness and critical judgement of his adoptive father, and the quiet, controlled influence that the Bellamy matriarch had. He was softer even when compared to his brothers, who had come up short in the family line themselves.

Tabitha knew that no one in town questioned the choice to overlook the three Bellamy children in preference of golden child, Roman Bellamy. If put in a lineup, Roman would be the most like his grandparents, and Hunter the least. If she was honest, she was glad that her daughter and Roman had never been close. She wasn't thrilled with this idea, but she didn't have very many options either. Wanda was a good person, everyone knew it. Hunter would have to do, whether or not they were Bellamys in name.  

She supposed there was something to be said for nature verses nurture after all. At least she hoped there was.

“Would they…” Tabitha struggled, “Would they know?” 

Launce looked as if he’d been expecting this question, “Markus told me when I first went to him that he could hide the child in the system. A “Jane Doe” The Bellamys will not have anything to hold or use against us, or Ulyssa.”

[wosocomix]

We have the top IX of the year 2022/23!

Francesca Durante; Lisa Boattin, Elena Linari, Carina Wenninger, Moeka Minami; Julia Grosso, Arianna Caruso, Giada Greggi, Andressa Alves; Tabitha Chawinga, Emilie Haavi.

Best player of the year: Tabitha Chawinga.

[arkhelios]

One of the oldest families in ARKHELIOS, the Durants pride themselves on their independence from the Helioses and the Rivales family, even if they have a good relationship with the latter. Yvette's swinging moods, Launce's grief and Tabitha's stress make the family struggle, but somehow they always land on top and stay away from conflict. How long will they be able to do so?

[mikefrcst]

with: @toothfciry​ 

— ok, me fala. qual a sua teoria? — mike se aproximou de tabitha com aquele sorriso enorme e característico nos lábios. estava tão eufórico com a ideia de procurar um tesouro que nem mesmo aquele desconforto causado pelo sentimento de culpa estranhíssimo que michael sempre sentia perto da mulher era capaz de fazê-lo parar quieto ou se afastar. queria mesmo era conversar sobre isso, criar teorias, talvez até conseguir uma companhia para ajudá-lo a procurar pelo tal tesouro, qualquer coisa que fosse ajudá-lo, sinceramente. — é estranho que ninguém nunca encontrou o tesouro né? você acha que eles mudam de lugar todo ano? ou esconderam tão bem que ninguém conseguiu achar até hoje? — não era a primeira vez de mike nessa caça anual durante o acampamento e ele sempre saia desapontado por não ter conseguido tanto o prêmio, quanto descobrir o que era que tanto procuravam. a curiosidade ainda o mataria. — acredita que o dono antigo era um lobisomem? vai tentar caçar também?