#eveiss

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eveissがあなたの投稿に返信しました “hey… what (magical girl) anime do yall associate me with?”

utena mostly and that nurse?/healer magical girl but i cant remember the title now

1. those are my faves!! the second one youre talking about is probably ririka sos! thank you :DDD

2. i JUST noticed that youre from peach and im just now following you back?? i am a fool who cant put 2 and 2 together

[alysae]

eveiss a réagi à votre billet “Honestly, German is so weird. It looks like someone punched a keyboard...”

lol that sound cool actually, what is this book? (and if you wanna i could translate polish bits for you)

It’s actually a book for school lol. It’s about WW2, “If This Is a Man” by Primo Levi (I have the french version). As for the translations, I ended up using Google Translation and understood what he meant, but thank you!

[dreamingthemelody]

Just A Touch

In hindsight, Harry felt that he should have come to this conclusion before now; his luck dictated that just when he thought things could not get any worse for him, they invariably did.

Yet it seemed so impossible, so contrived, so ludicrous of an idea that it had never even occurred to him for one moment.

He wished it had.

There must have been a reason that he reacted so strongly to Professor Quirrell’s touches, after all—even if it wasn’t Voldemort’s true body that he had come into contact with all those years ago. Maybe his mother’s protection had played a part in him not being able to parse the information that came from sweaty fingers brushing against his, or a body—blood rushing through its veins—contorting in agony and burning beneath his hands.

But he had just been thankful to be alive, really. When the headmaster told him that the power of love was what had vanquished the Dark Lord, Harry had no reason to think too deeply about it—or maybe no desire to do so, if he was being honest with himself.

Still, he should have known better than to think that he was truly done with Lord Voldemort.

Even in his first year, when Harry had been given the option to join him, his consent would have just been another sequence of events that would lead him back to the Dark Lord—another reality in which their lives would be joined together even more so. It was this, then, that should have made him realize that no matter what option he would have taken, their lives were too governed by fate for one of them to end this prematurely.

He had so much time—so much time in which he should have come to realize this. He had seen the young Tom Riddle in his second year, when by all rights, he shouldn’t have even been able to go near the teenage Dark Lord until his plan to regain his body had come to fruition.

And even despite the year in which seemingly nothing had happened with Voldemort, Harry should have been more conscious of the fact that his scar had started hurting again soon afterwards—truly paining him and showing him dreams of things he did not understand or had ever even dreamed of before now. He was just a teenager though, and if there had been any possibility that Voldemort was finally dead—really and truly dead—he had wanted to believe it.

He should have thought more, understood more, been more attentive to the things that Sirius had told him; the increase of the Death Eater activity had just been rumors before now, true, but it was obvious to him now that there was credence to the words. And every rumor had a spec of truth embedded in it. He knew that.

It was definitely evident now—with Voldemort standing before him, exceptionally tall and exceptionally pale and exceptionally thin. It was definitely evident now, with masked and robed figures surrounding him in a graveyard located in who-knows-where, with Harry bound too tightly to the tombstone, and blood trickling down his right arm.

Here, right now, Harry was absolutely positive that his luck could not have been any more rotten. He should have known better than to think as much, however, and when the Dark Lord finally reached forward and laid that pale, almost skeletally thin finger upon Harry’s cheek, he knew two things to be true.

The first was that Voldemort had not been bluffing throughout his monologue; he could touch Harry. The touch was all-intrusive, pain beyond pain, an agony that made him want to rip out his nerve-endings or do anything—anything at all—so he could be rid of it.

But the second realization that he came to was much, much worse than the first, because along with the agony that he was feeling now, there was something else. It was not a feeling, or an emotion, or anything of the sort; it was more akin to knowledge being transferred straight into his mind. It was an epiphany that came to him with such suddenness that if not for what he was already experiencing, he would have jumped.

He knew now, with every molecule, every part of himself, that the dark lord was his soulmate.

And if the slow blink of satisfaction of those piercing, scarlet eyes was anything to go by—

Voldemort knew it as well.

So this was inspired by literally all of the authors on my dash who kept doing soulmate AUs. I’m a slut for them, and they were just enabling me, guys. it was fun though (and also 750 words on the dot, which makes me inordinately happy), and I will probably do more in future? Maybe? This also, of course, was written for the soulmate AU in which you don’t know your soulmate until you first touch them.

Do to an approach I saw that consisted of writing-without-editing, I attempted that again, so that was a fun learning experience. I went back and fixed shit up afterwords, of course, and it made me realize why I rarely tend to use this technique. eveiss was a huge help in that though–she was like my unintentional surprise beta, you guys. She did a beautifully thorough job of it, and this would not be nearly as good as it is now if not for her. This is for her her <3

Edit: Formatting.

[kingcadash-archive]

eveiss replied to your post:Eurovision 2016 sucked because Denmark was thrown...

True, Denmark had one of the best songs.

Yes! It was cheery & catchy but that's probably why it didn't make it lol

[kenjpg]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself publicly (not to force you!), then send this to ten of your favorite followers 💕 positivity is great!

aaaa this is so nice thankss!! okay 

1.my hair looks good not rn but generally 

2.my smile!

3.my fashion sense (?? lol)

4.mY DOG 

5.my personality??

[fauxastrology]

hey. can i please get a poem for sun sagittarius moon taurus rising leo? thanks!

stargazing in backyards,

the comfort of the hearth

never far apart

(you cannot choose

between the night sky’s cold

or your home’s familiar warmth)

[viktorbot]

Laura

band bus cards against humanity

flowers and flower crowns

idle heat on an early summer day

smoke rising from a small campfire

send me your name and i’ll answer with 3-5 things it reminds me of

[mylittlesecretshelter]

eveiss replied to your photoset “Back from Pyrkon. Bought some awesome things :D”

Holy shit plakat sosuke czemu nie moglam pojechac na pyrkon *cries forever*

Nie płacz *tuli*

Przyjedź za rok! :D