Vitosha mountain
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Mia: Um, hello? Is this Anya?
Mia: Hi, Anya. My name’s Mia. You don’t know me, but I’m an old friend of Roy’s, and he asked me to try and contact you because he thinks you’ve blocked him-
Mia: Actually, yes, he has explained what happened and he’s very sorry and completely heartbroken and-
Mia: Look, I get it. Woman-to-woman, I know exactly where you’re coming from, babe. But if you could just stop yelling and listen for a moment, the real reason I’m ringing is that Roy wants his concert ticket. Because he’d still really like to go and -
Mia: You gave it to who?
Mia: Oooof.
Roy: Oooof? What do you mean, OOOOF????!!!!
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“Your plan has a fatal flaw,” says Roy to Mia. “Anya has the concert tickets.”
“Well, now you have an excuse to ring her. Maybe she’ll even be willing to talk. You’ve got nothing to lose, right?” says Mia.
“What part of ‘she hates my guts’ didn’t you understand?” says Roy. “I’ve got a snowball’s chance in hell of her answering my call. She’s probably blocked my number anyway.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to try,” says Mia.
“Fine,” says Roy. He takes out his phone and calls Anya’s number, his fingers feeling fat and numb. He presses the phone to his ear, his heart briefly stopping when it rings. But it only rings once, and then goes straight to voicemail.
“I told you so,” he says to Mia, a flare of resentment rising in his chest. How dare she give him false hope! “Blocked.”
“I’ll ring her!” says Mia.
“And say what?”
“That I’m your friend calling on your behalf and you want your concert ticket. You want me to say anything else? Like how sorry you are that you acted like a sexist, misogynist prick and how much you love her and you’ll do literally anything to get her back?”
“Maybe just play it by ear,” says Roy.
“’K. What’s her number?”
Roy gives Mia Anya’s number. She dials.
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Having a friend, a moot, and a crush named Sofia/sofija is a wild fucking experience
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EverRealm Part 25
Ambushed,
The Resistance’s plan had seemed so simple at dawn. They would approach the castle through the east side, where the morning mist clung to the ancient stones like a stubborn shroud. Cedric would use his newly enchanted wand to create a diversion while the rest of them slipped through the servant’s entrance near the kitchens. Hook had drawn a map from memory, as he sketched the narrow corridors. Dorian had his lockpicks ready. Even Clover and Koa had their roles: the rabbit would scout ahead, the crow would watch from above.
But Vana had known all along.
They were halfway across the rope bridge that spanned the misty ravine when the first arrow hissed past Sofia’s ear. Elora’s head snapped up, her forest green eyes widening. “Get down!”
Too late. Guards materialized from the trees like shadows, their armor glinting dully in the weak morning light. Vana stepped onto the opposite end of the bridge, her dark hair streaming behind her like a banner of night, her blue eyes bright with triumph.
“Hello, little sister,” she called, her voice sweet as poisoned honey. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know you’d come?”
Elora gripped her red jeweled staff, stepping in front of the others. “Vana. Let them go. This is between us.”
“Oh, but it isn’t.” Vana’s smile was sharp enough to cut. “You stole my birthright. You stole my throne. And now you’ve brought outsiders to my doorstep.” Her gaze swept over Miri, who had gone pale, and Cedric, whose hand already hovered near his wand. “The Donkeyskin girl. The royal sorcerer. How quaint.” She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Though I suppose he’s not just a sorcerer to you, is he?”
Cedric’s face flushed crimson, but his jaw tightened. Before anyone could retort, Sofia stepped forward, her chin lifted.
“We’re not outsiders,” Sofia said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “You’re the one who's—”
Vana flicked her wrist. A crack of dark energy split the air, severing the bridge’s main support rope.
“Merlin’s mushrooms!” Cedric cursed, the words torn from him as the bridge lurched violently beneath their feet. Birk quickly grabbed Sofia, his large hands steadying her as the planks tilted. Hook steadied Miri, his hook-hand catching her arm before she could slide toward the edge. Amaya quickly grabbed onto the rope railing.
The world tilted. The bridge dropped six feet in an instant, sending them all sprawling. Elora grabbed for the rope rail, her fingers burning from the friction. Below, the ravine yawned like an open mouth, filled with jagged rocks and rushing water.
“Elora!” Cedric shouted, reaching for her.
“I’ve got you!” She caught his hand, pulling him back from the edge. Dorian had lost his grip on his tools, watching them spin into the abyss.
Vana laughed, the sound cold and musical. “You always were so predictable, Alysia. So noble. Always saving everyone else.” She took a step onto the bridge, her dark boots finding secure purchase on the swaying planks while everyone else struggled for balance. “But who saves you?”
She raised her hand. Dark magic pooled in her palm, crackling like a trapped storm. Elora saw it coming, saw the way Vana’s eyes narrowed with intent. In that split second, she made her choice. She shoved Cedric backward toward Sofia and Miri, putting her body between them and her sister, and met Vana’s spell head-on with her staff.
The collision of magic was deafening. Red and black light exploded between them. For a moment, Elora held firm, her jaw clenched, her knuckles white around her staff.
Then Vana’s other hand came up—holding a second spell. Faster than Elora could react.
It hit Elora square in the chest. Not to kill. To push.
Elora’s feet left the bridge. For one heartbeat, she hung suspended in the air, her brown hair floating around her face, her green eyes finding Cedric’s. She saw the horror there, the scream forming on his lips.
Then she fell.
“Elora!” Cedric’s voice cracked as he lunged for her, but Hook caught his arm, pulling him back before he could follow her over the edge.
Vana peered over the side, watching the figure plummet through the mist. She waited for the sickening thud. Waited for confirmation. The mists swirled up, thick and gray, obscuring the bottom of the ravine. But no one could survive that drop. No one.
A cruel smile curved her lips. “The false princess is dead. The throne is mine, as it always should have been.” She picked up Elora’s staff that she had dropped.
She turned to her guards, her voice rising to an imperious command. “Seize them. All of them. The sorcerer, the little princess, and their little band of rebels. Take them to the castle dungeons. I want them alive—for now.”
Cedric struggled as guards grabbed him, his eyes still fixed on the ravine. “Elora! Elora!”
“She’s gone, mate,” Hook muttered, his own voice thick as they bound his hands. “Don’t give the witch the satisfaction.”
“Gone?” Cedric choked out. “She’s not—she can’t be—”
Sofia stood tall as they chained her wrists, tears streaming down her face but her chin high. “She’s not gone,” she said quietly, defiance in every word.
Miri was shaking so badly she could barely walk, her legs giving out twice before a guard hauled her upright. Dorian tried to swing at a guard and got a gauntleted fist across his face for his trouble, splitting his lip and sending him to his knees.
Vana smirked, walking over to Cedric with slow, deliberate steps. He struggled against the guards’ grip, but their gauntleted hands were like iron shackles on his arms. She trailed one finger along his jaw, her nails sharp.
“Don’t worry, little sorcerer,” she repeated, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that somehow carried to every ear on that broken bridge. “You’ll have plenty of time to grieve your princess. Though I wonder—” She paused, tapping that sharp nail against his cheek, “—will you miss the girl you knew, or the throne you could have had beside her?”
Cedric’s breath came ragged and hot. He wanted to speak, to spit back some retort that would wipe that smirk from her face, but the words caught in his throat. Elora’s name was a stone there, heavy and choking.
Vana leaned in closer still, her lips nearly brushing his ear. Her breath was warm against his skin, sickeningly so. “Pity you didn’t choose a more… stable partner.”
The words landed like a physical blow. Cedric wrenched his face away with such force that the guard on his right stumbled. His expression was murderous, his normally warm brown eyes dark with fury and grief. But Vana only laughed—a sound like breaking glass—and gestured lazily to her guards.
Only Clover and Koa remained free. The rabbit had darted into a hollow log at the first sign of trouble. The crow had taken to the highest tree branch, his black eyes watching everything with avian intelligence. As the guards marched their prisoners away across a solid stone bridge further upstream, the two exchanged a look.
Koa cawed once, soft and low—a sound that meant *wait*.
Clover twitched his nose, his ears swiveling forward. That meant *plan*.
They understood each other perfectly. Once the group was out of sight, they quickly headed towards the ravine.
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The Color purple is such a beautiful book and theres nothing comedic about it but I find the fact that Harpo tried to start bulking so he would stand a chance against Sophia is objectively hilarious. Like if shes whooping ur ass that bad surely just stop provoking her 😭😭😭
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‘Miami nights’: Sofia Vergara paints the town with la familia
‘Miami nights’: Sofia Vergara paints the town with la familia
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‘Miami nights’: Sofia Vergara paints the town with la familia
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Sketch for a fresh Sofia portrait! Reworking her design a bit, going for a fuller face. She’s the protagonist of a story I’m working on.
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“Though I may be gone. I am still watching over you, Little Star.”
(I just came up with the idea of GF and Star being childhood friends and they would sometimes go to Mr. T’s house meaning I would have to redo those cutscenes and I don’t wanna bc they took so long AAAAUGHGG-)
(Planning on redoing Agent Star’s file…. So I give y'all this as possibly part of it.)
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weird times in bulharsko
throw back to wandering sofia with my moms long haired boyfriend who played in a Led Zeppelin cover band