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  • England: where in the bloody hell are we supposed to meet America??? I can't connect properly with this blasted signal!
  • Germany: I told you we should have bought a map of New York and do it the old fashion way!
  • China: says the youngest in the group! Anyways, why don't we ask for directions and get this over with?
  • Italy: veh~ I'll do that~ I'll talk to the beautiful American ladies over there~
  • France: no, no, no~ I, the country of love and beauty, will talk to them~
  • Spain: no! I wanna~ My passion and good looks will make it easier for me to talk to them~
  • Romano: yeah right, tomato bastard! Italy and I will obviously go and show them true Italian love- hey, where did walking-eyebrows go?
  • England: excuse me love, terribly sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I borrow a second of your time to ask for directions? I'm struggling to find this address on my phone and I just can't seem to find a decent signal around here.
  • Girls: *blushing and giggling*
  • Europeans: *grumbling* British accent...
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Miz & Maryse are having a baby girl I’m so happy for the them! #ItBaby

Sapphic Attraction Jar Spell

(If something has an * behind or before it, that means it’s optional)

You will need:

-pink/red* candles (Pink for love, red for lust)

-a small vial/jar

- a crystal (Either rose quartz, amethyst, or citrine)

-Rose petals (love)

-Chili powder (Love/lust*, will keep the relationship “spicy”)

-Violets (Sapphic love)

-Chamomile (New love)

*Caraway (lust/faithfulness)

*Cherry Bark (Lust)

-Cinnamon (Love/lust*)

-Cloves (love)

-Dragons Blood and/or rose incense (Rose for love, Dragon’s Blood will increase the spell potency)

-listen to a song or playlist that has sapphic love in it (EX: girls like girls by Hayley Kiyoko, Potions by SEE, Jenny by Studio Killers)

* Call on a love goddess (I suggest Aphrodite)

Light the candles and incense

Play the song/playlist, get into the sapphic love “vibe”

Take the jar and fill it with your intent, and then your crystals and herbs, while doing so think/say

“ *O, -Deity-, hear my prayer*

I am one of Sappho’s daughters, and I long to be in her care

My sapphic heart is lonely and forlorn

I long for a girl, so I may no longer mourn

*Here describe what you want in a lover, be specific*

May she be faithful, and as beautiful as violets, with lips as soft as rose petals”

put in the ashes from the incense to give it an extra kick

Close the jar/vial and seal it with the wax from your candles

Now, keep it on your altar, near your bed, or wear it as a necklace if it’s a small enough vial

Happy sapphic witching!

It’s honestly so alienating to see almost every narrative about romance insist that a woman’s beauty is, if not the primary reason to love her, at least a basic requirement for her to deserve love.

Like, men can be loved for being brave or strong or vulnerable or funny or warm or charming. Women who can’t be loved for just those things, we also have to be beautiful.

Even in the stories intended to be escapist fantasies for women, being treated according to our value as decoration is still front and centre.

Klaus Mikaelson - His Witch.

Words Count: 12 74

Warning: None, just maybe a lot of mistakes.

Summery: The Mikaelsons need help killing Daliah, a powerful witch arrives in town. Is she willing to help them or not?

PART 2 , PART 3PART 4

Niklaus paced in the yard in the Mikaelson house, he and his siblings trying to think of a way to stop their aunt Dahlia. Hayley was trying to put Hope to bed.

“I can’t take her down on my own.” Fraya told her new found siblings.

“Then we get more witches.” Nik said getting frustrated.

“Well then you’re lucky.” Marcel said as he walked in the yard. “Because Davina said that the ancestors and the living witches of New Orleans just felt a powerful witch come in New Orleans yesterday.”

“I didn’t feel anything.”  Fraya said frowning.

“That’s because you’re not a New Orleans witch.” Marcel explained.

“Great, how can we find her?” Klaus turned to Marcel waiting for an answer.

“Davina agreed to help if you stop harassing her.” Marcel said crossing his hands in front of his chest, with a small glare on his face. “And help her bring Kol back.”

“Reasonable request.” Elijah said. “Consider it done.”

“Okay then, how can Davina find her?” Rebekah asker her on and off boyfriend.

“She’ll be able to feel the source of power if she concentrated hard enough.” Marcel once again explained what Davina had told him.

“Then let us take a trip around New Orleans then.” Niklaus said and he, Elijah and Marcel left the house and went to pick up Davina.


Davina was walking around New Oleans with the two Originals, Fraya and Marcel. They were all following her as she closed her eyes and walked to where she felt the most magic coming from. Suddenly Fraya stops and gasps, they all turn to look at her.

“I can feel her, we’re very close.” Fraya said gasping for air. She calmed down after a bit and, Davina and her walked up to a skyscraper.

“She’s in this building.” Davina said and Fraya nodded in confirmation.

Klaus compelled the door man and found out who is the newest resident. They were given the number of the floor and get in the big elevator it fits them all comfortably.  They got to one of the top penthouses in the building.

“She’s here, I’m sure.” Fraya said once they got out of the elevator. Klaus rang the bell and they all waited for it to open.  When the door opened they all were shocked. They didn’t know what to expect well they thought that they’ll be met with an old witch. They didn’t expect you at all.

“Yes?” You asked to the group of vampires and witches in front of you.

“Hello, I’m Klaus-“ “I already know who you are.” You interrupted they hybrid. “What do you want?”

“Can’t we just say hello to the newest witch in town?” Klaus asked giving you a charming smile that most women fell for and Marcel along with Davina rolled their eyes.  

“You can, but that’s not why two Mikaelsons, an ex-Mikaelson, a new Mikaelson and a harvest girl doing on my door steps.” You crossed your hand and raised an eyebrow.

They all looked at each other, wandering how you knew them.

“Looks like you have been well informed.” Elijah said taking rains of the conversation.

“Yes, a witch must always know what she’s waking into.” You said and leaned on the doorframe. “Now how can I be of assistance?”

“We need your help with something.” Elijah said. You raised an eyebrow and nodded your head for him to continue.

“Won’t you invite us in, love?”  Klaus asked before Elijah could continue.

“No, now Elijah please preside.” You said, Klaus glared at you and huffed. He was acting like a kid in our opinion. Klaus was very much interested in you, you seemed like a witch with so much power and knowledge, yet you looked young.

“Our aunt Daliah wants to take Klaus’ daughter and we need your help in taking her down.” Fraya said hopeful. You hummed and thought about what you wanted to do, before your eyes settled on Davina.

“Why did you bring Davina then?” You asked. You knew form just looking at her that she didn’t really want to be here.

“We made a deal with the little witch.” Klaus said and you raised an eyebrow.

“And you Davina, do you think I should help the Mikaelsons?” Everyone turned to look at Davina. She shifted uncomfortable under the attention.

“I-I think you should help them save Hope. Only because she’s young and she doesn’t have a say in anything her family has ever done.” You nodded at her satisfied with her answer.

“Okay then, I’ll meet you at your house in two hours.” With that you closed the door in their faces, and turned around to see a young teen girl standing behind you, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Are you really going to help them?” She asked you.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Davina is right, and you know I can’t let a child get hurt, no matter who their parents are.”

“Yes, but-“

“There’s no but.” You said. “You have to keep out of sight though.”

“Yes, I know. As usual.” She huffed.

“Darling you know it’s only to keep you safe, you can go out, just don’t mention me and try to stay low.” You told the young girl and hugged her. “I have to get ready.”

You changed your clothes and made sure your spells still stood. The boundary spell on the flat allowed only who you invited to get in.

After you made sure everything was okay, you left the flat and went to the Mikaelson’s house. You walked in the yard and looked at the balconies that looked at the yard or is it like a living room. There was a coffee table, chairs and sofa.

“Who are you?” A voice asked, you turned to one of the stairs and there stood a hybrid.

“Hayley I presume.” You stated already knowing he answer, Hayley nodded. “I’m (y/n), I’m here to discuss wither I’ll help you all or not.”

“I thought you said you’re going to help.” Fraya said walking in.

“I have people I care about and if helping you endanger them I’m afraid I won’t be able to help.” You said thinking about the girl in the flat.

“That is understandable.” Elijah said walking in with a blond girl and brunette boy. Rebekah and Kol. Closely followed by Klaus.

“And who is it you want to protect?” Klaus asked with a smirk on his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You asked him with a smirk of your own.

“Indeed I would.” Klaus said, you decided to ignore him and turned to Elijah and Fraya.

“Now tell me what is it you would like me to do?”

“Our aunt Daliah is trying to take my daughter.” Hayley said.

“Our daughter.” Klaus said, giving Hayley a look.

“I want to see her.” You said, looking at the parents in front of you.

“Absolutely not.” Klaus said glaring at you. You raised an eye brow and moved your head slightly to the right.

“How do you expect me to protect someone I dint even know how they look like?” You asked the hybrid.

“She’s got a point.” Kol said. Reluctantly Klaus agreed. Hayley left only to return not two minutes later with a baby girl in her hand. You could tell she looked more like Klaus more than Hayley. She certainly is a beauty. You smiled at the little girl, who was looking at you. When she saw you smile, she started to giggle. It confused everyone. You looked at Elijah.

“I’ll help you.” You said. “Now tell me everything about Daliah.”

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loki laufeyson x reader

words: 1238

warnings/notes: pre that ragnarok end credit scene so some spoilers !!

request:  could you maybe do a Loki one shot maybe with him and a Asgardian girl. Where she‘s totally crushing on him but won‘t admit it. And he‘s his cocky self and flirts with her. She‘s also kind of friends with Thor and stuff and Loki gets jealous because he thinks there‘s more between them.

It had been about a week since Ragnarok and people were finally settling into their new lives. Though the ship could get quite crowded at times, you were proud of what your best friend and his rag tag group had done to save everyone, your people. But because of his new position, you’d barely gotten to spend any time with Thor. He was like a new man with his missing eye, shorter hair, and king status.

You two had finally managed a moment alone so he could tell you about his and Banner’s adventures on Sakaar. You’re listening attentively to his story of the Contest of Champions when the door opens behind you.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you had a guest,” you glance over your shoulder to see Loki turning on his heels, his tone almost condescending. He did know that you and Thor were in there alone, but he had to see what was going on. Since their return things between you and Thor seemed a little too close for Loki’s comfort

Thor waves a hand, “Nonsense, you can stay and join us. You were just as much apart of the tale.” Great.

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Comfort

Xayah wanted to stay on foot, to keep going all across the world until somehow she managed to fall off the side of Runeterra and disappear. 

She hated them. Those filthy, evil, vile little humans and those blind, ignorant Vastayan’s too! They were worse in a way, closing their eyes to the truths that surrounded them. 

Sometimes, she wanted to kill them too. Wanted to watch their blood soak through her feather daggers, watch their faces drain of life and become as empty as their damn skulls. Xayah angrily dug her teeth into her bottom lip as she kept moving, swiftly stepping around the skeletal body of a dying tree.

This forest, like so many others…was dying. Vivid evidence of the truths Xayah wanted to spread. Yet they didn’t see it. Couldn’t see it. Her amber eyes swept around her, taking in every dying tree, every fading spark of magic. The dark canopy of the trees overhead cast the woods in almost complete darkness, but Xayah walked without hesitance. 

After all, the farther she walked, the more distant the Mirai became. Doubts clouded her head, as dark as the forest around her. Doubts she carried with her at every moment, doubts she buried deep inside herself. Questions.

What was the point in trying to free the Vastayan’s? What was the point in trying to educate them and to give them the power to destroy their oppressors? They didn’t see the humans in that light. Humans, those filthy monstrous creatures, had taken everything from them and yet her fellow Vastayan’s were their “friends”? It was one thing if they were too scared to stand up for themselves, that was understandable, but to willingly let the humans have reign over this world? How could they live like that? How could they continue to wake up, day after day, knowing their magic was being stolen from them? How could they raise their children in a world where the humans were slowly but steadily destroying them?!

Without Wild magic the Vastayan’s could no longer live.

They had to know that. Yet they wouldn’t take up a weapon, wouldn’t journey with her. 

It didn’t make sense.

She wanted to give up. Wanted to end this pointless dream that seemed as if it would never bloom to fruition. Angrily, she summoned a feather dagger, running her thumb on the sharp edge and finding a familiar, old comfort in the pain that shot through her.

“Please stop that, babe. You know I don’t like it when you do that to yourself,” A soft voice called from behind her.

Somehow, she had thought she was alone. The voice shocked her and she gasped, like a child waking from a nightmare

Rakan was using that gentle, pleading voice. That voice she could never ignore and had never been able to. Xayah stilled her angry steps, stiffening. She turned on her heels, eyes livid with rage, and his gaze found hers. He flinched when he saw the anger etched across her face and her heart wrenched even as she opened her mouth.

“I don’t give a shit what you like.You don’t get to tell me what to do? If you don’t like it then leave, Rakan.” Her words were callous, and he was visibly bothered by them. His handsome features became drawn and sad and her heart shattered.  

There was a swollen, sickly moment as Xayah waited for his reaction. She wondered if Rakan would turn his back and leave her. She knew he was only in this for her, but what was so great about her? He could have anyone. She had seen him charm other women with a wink alone. He could have any woman in the world. It wouldn’t be shocking if he gave up this life of hardship for the comforts he once had as a travelling dancer.

Her amber eyes burrowed into his blue, burning and cruel and cold at the same time. Daring him to leave, begging him to so she could be alone in her misery. Her body visibly trembled, and she pushed her thumb into the dagger until blood dripped down her hand. But it wasn’t comforting pain anymore, it was just pain.

She turned to walk away again, tearing up, but he swiftly swept towards her, gathering her in his arms. He was warm. So deliciously warm and she leaned against him, eyes burning with the threat of tears. The feather knife’s magic faded from existence as she pushed her face into his chest.

“You know I’ll never leave you, babe.” Rakan smiled, brushing his fingers across her cheek and lips, and she leaned into his touch. She ran her own fingers through his waves of white gold locks and enjoying the way he smiled despite her anger. Her heart pounded and she shivered again when he gently scattered kisses all over her face.

“Mwah, mwah,” He grinned, and then captured her chin in one long fingered hand. His jolly expression faded, becoming more serious, and he leaned down. She sighed with relief when he kissed her mouth, his lips hot and soft. Her anger seeped away as their mouths crushed together harder, and he groaned and squeezed her in his arms so tight she thought she would break. They stayed like that, her in his arms and their mouths melded together.

When he finally pulled away, the anger was gone. His warm, cerulean gaze brushed hers and she forced her own away. Guilt clenched her heart. She had hurt herself, had been so cruel to him. But she knew Rakan understood. He always did, always had. Always knew just what she needed. As if sensing her thoughts, he smiled knowingly.

“Why are you giving me that look,” she asked suspiciously, and he smiled wider.

“Let’s talk about it.”

“What,” she snapped, anger in her tone but not in her heart.

“Let’s rest a bit, we can talk about it.”

Xayah crossed her arms. “We don’t have time to waste. And we’ve already talked about it, I’m through with talking, I want actions not words.”

“Nah. It’s alright, okay? We’re fine.” He pushed her hood back, and ran his fingers through her hair. He kissed her again. His words, so soft and gentle, brushed against her and soothed her. Seeped into her, like sunshine, and somehow it was okay. She was fine. She bit her bottom lip as tears stung her eyes, and began to drip down her cheeks.

“We can talk about it. If you want,” he offered. Anger flared in his eyes when he noticed her tears and he snarled. “I’ll go back there and smack those fools myself,” he spun, cloak billowing, and marched away.

She laughed despite her tears, “Rakan!”

He turned back to her, his face devoid of humor.

“No one makes my baby cry. No evil human, no blind Vastayan, no one. Only I get to, you understand me?Her stomach was full of butterflies and knots and she laughed.

“Yes, I understand that.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled, tugging on his arm. ‘C’mon, help me set up for the night.”

He muttered to himself as he set his travelling pack down next to a tree, digging around in it. When he caught her staring he smiled a little. She gazed out into the forest. This alone was a sign of their superiority. If a human made camp in a dangerous forest like this, they would be eaten or killed by some creature within the hour. Yet animals recognize them as friends, they didn’t harm them. Xayah set her own pack down as he ranted and paced back and forth.

“Damn them! How come they don’t see, Xayah? How come they won’t join us?”

Xayah turned towards him, a smile on her lips. “Because we’re the only smart people in this whole damned world. Fuck it, Rakan, we don’t need them. They’d hold us back, anyways. Those fucking fish for brains.”

His face lit up, like the sun. “That’s right,” he parroted, “We don’t need those fools!”

She turned her gaze away again, and found it strange how just a few moments before she had been full of rage, had wanted him to leave her so she could be alone and miserable. Truthfully, Xayah couldn’t imagine her life without him. Not anymore. How many days would it have taken before she’d died from heartbreak alone?

She lowered her fingers to her still bleeding thumb, and sighed pleasantly as she closed the wound. An old habit. She had Rakan now. She didn’t need the pain. In fact, she didn’t need anyone or anything. “Rakan. We’ll kill anyone who stands in our way, including those braindead Vastayan’s.”

“Yep. You’ll kill everyone,” he agreed pleasantly, nodding his head and winking, “and I’ll watch. I love it when you let me watch.” His smile was infectious. She giggled, cheeks red as she grabbed the collar of his cloak and kissed him hard.

“So, do you wanna join me, or do you wanna watch,” she teased, placing his hands on her waist, swaying against him in the beginning of a dance. His eyes grew dark and he smiled and everything was perfect.

Rakan was right. 

They were fine. Everything was okay. As long as they were together, it would remain that way.

On Ambition and Sugar Babies

I know very few Sugar babies (or people) who have true ambition.

Most of you are ridiculously satisfied with very little.

Like: two grand a month. Four grand a month.

There are women who have steered entire empires with their charm and beauty.

There are women today who get mansions and cars and service staff and $100 million dollar bequests in wills.

And, of course, there are other ways to be ambitious than just cash money and personal luxury.

But, baby…

Don’t be satisfied with ‘what you think you can get’ or ‘what you deserve’.

Take the top off [your goals, dreams and desires!] 

Watch the 2-yo in the grocery store who wants everything.

Be THAT kid.

It makes you more fun and interesting.

It gives you a more pleasurable life.

It keeps you growing.

And, you just might get what you dream of.

As threatened: another spoiler for my fic “Abnormalities”

You think The Higurashis are all sunshine and smiles but you kidnap their daughter and dog-boy for three years and just see what happens