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Hey! Welcome to my avi shop. Here I plan on making dream avi's for a small price, simply to help me gather funds for my quests. I am a college student who works part time so I may not be able to complete your request immediately but I will do my best to get them to you in a timely manner. I would love if you stuck around here as well, I'd love to make some friends in the process.

Rushing. Always rushing from school to work an now to the hospital. Breaks were slim and far in between though the female didn't regret putting so much time into her day. In a way it helped her cope with the stress life threw at her. Morgan Lynn Johnson stood pen poised ready to take in what her client was expressing. Between interning as an interior design student and attending school full time Morgan was accustomed to dealing with many different personalities. This client though was surely one of the wish-washiest she had ever had to deal with. Her color preference spanned from sea foam green to mauve, which if done in a tasteful manor may have looked decent. Other problems stood in the way though, the room in which the girl was working with was far too small to encompass the color scheme. As the woman spoke Morgan's pen flew across the page jotting down notes, the occasional nod coming from her to urge her client to continue. An hour or so later Morgan found herself saying her goodbye's as she gathered her bag and tucked away the forms and papers she had just collected from the homeowners. Adjusting her jacket so it shielded her from the cool winter air Morgan would begin her walk to the bus terminal.

The female had started her shift at around two that afternoon when the sky still held a sun. Three hours or so later she was greeted by a midnight blue sky dotted with stars. The moon seemed to be no where in sight. As she walked Morgan would switch on her phone, placing it in her pocket as it loaded any and all messages that she may have received in the time that she was working. While she waited she began contemplating what the evening had in store for her. Tim, whom she hadn't seen in a few days had wanted Morgan to come over later in the evening. While the idea of being able to hang out with her boyfriend was appealing Morgan had other tasks which had priority over such a luxory. Homework was awaiting the nineteen year old she wasn't going to allow herself to put it off much longer no matter how big the drive to ditch it and have a night of fun sounded.

A series of vibrations alerted the female to check her messages. Staring at the illuminated device Morgan would sigh. The first two messages were from Tim, detailing how he had to pull an extra shift and that'd he'd make it up to her. The other two were voice-mails from her mother. As soon as the bus pulled up to the terminal Morgan flashed her pass, making her way to the back of the bus. Her stop was near the end of the route.



Once the bus left Morgan standing on the curb the female would take a deep breath. She had been avoiding this for as long as she could, though it would seem that this was unavoidable. Her father was somewhere inside the large building, resting and recovering from a heart-attack. Her mother had assured her that things were going well, and that there was no need to stop what she was doing to come and see. Morgan was guaranteed that in a few days he'd be released and sent home, where the girl would be free to see him whenever she choose. It took one phone call to send Morgan running to the one place she never wanted to set foot inside again; the hospital. Mrs. Johnson's message told Morgan little more then her father was asking for her. Somewhere along the line the mention of Julian was brought up, sending the girl spiraling down memory lane. Julian her best friend, the male who stole her heart years ago. He lost his life here. Shaking her head as if to dispel the memories Morgan would begin walking once more. Visiting hours would be over in forty minutes and the girl wanted to get in as much time with her dad as she could while she had the chance.

Channeling the strength to walk through the double glass doors Morgan would force a smile. This hospital held too many memories and harbored too many emotions for the girl to forget. Instead she pushed the rising panic aside and made her way towards the receptionist's desk. As she waited for the woman to find a visitors pass Morgan would lean on the desk, tying her hair back in an attempt to clean up her appearance. A few strands of coffee colored hair feel forward over her eyes revealing to the girl that it was time to get a hair cut. A frown would form along her features as she scanned the waiting room. It would appear to be emptying by the moment reminding Morgan that she had little time to spare in locating her mother. The sound of the receptionist swinging back around in her swivel chair brought Morgan's attention to the laminated pass she had slid her way. " Visiting hours will end in thirty minutes, and will resume again at eight in the morning. " Nodding Morgan took the pass from the counter and took off in the direction of the coronary care unit.

As she walked the halls Morgan kept her eyes open for anyone who may know their way around this part of the hospital. A few years ago Morgan had stayed here, she had almost memorized all of the halls in the ICU and step down unit. She knew where the chapel was, where to score the best food in the different cafe's and cafeterias. That knowledge didn't help her in this instant though. The young female hadn't a clue as to where the unit was and the signs that pointed in different directions confused the her. Clutching her visitor pass like a cure the girl would stop dead in her tracks. Ahead a figure stood dressed in black clothing. A peculiar sighting in such a stark and bright environment. The sound of the elevator drew Morgan's attention away from the figure, towards the opening doors. Turning back Morgan faced the empty hall. Where'd they go?

" Excuse me miss, is there something I can help you with? " A male nurse stepped out from the elevator. Taking in the female's confused look the male felt obliged to offer assistance.

"Erm. Oh, sorry. Yes I'm looking for the CCU could you point me to the right direction?" Morgan rubbed her temple cursing herself for not being able to find the stupid unit on her own. If she was capable of that she might have been able to have seen where the figure in black had gone. Morgan wasn't even positive she had seen anything stress was a good trigger for a wild imagination and God knew how stressed this human was.

" You're going to go up one flight, take a right and just hit the button on the side of the door. The nurse in charge will be able to buzz you in. " Offering the girl a smile the male would nod and head off in the direction of the cafeteria.

"Got it, upstairs and to the right." Returning the male's smile Morgan would board the now empty elevator and illuminate the up button. The short ride to the second floor was enough time for doubt to start and seep into the female's mind. She didn't regret coming to the hospital to visit her father, the girl just didn't know how exhausting an experience it would have been. Her brief stint here three years ago signaled the end of a lot of things. One of which being the loss of her best friend.

As the elevators doors chimed open the female stepped out reminding herself that she had to make a right and press the button on the wall. It all seemed surreal to her as she strode towards the ward. Hitting the button on the wall Morgan would wait for the buzz which allowed her her entrance. Julian was still on the females mind as she strolled through the doors and into the CCU. As instructed by her mother's message Morgan located room B114 and walked inside. As she entered her mother rose to greet her. "Sweetheart, it's great that you had the time to stop by I wasn't sure if I was interrupting anything. " The older Johnson hugged her daughter as the girl scanned the room. It would appear that her father was sleeping now, which in a sense was a good thing. Morgan couldn't face talking to him now. Not with what her other said weighing so heavily on her mind.

"No, not at all, why would you think that?" Hugging her mother back Morgan would let go, placing her bag on the floor near the door. "Has he been asleep long?"

" Not long, I'd say he fell asleep a few minutes before you came. Don't worry though he's been drifting in and out all evening. Here, sit and spend some time with your dad. I'll go get us something to drink. " Smiling faintly Mrs. Johnson nodded in the direction of the seat in the corner before exiting the room. Taking her mother's advice Morgan would drag the seat closer to her father's bed before taking a seat in the hard plastic chair. "Oh Dad. You have to promise me you aren't going anywhere." Taking the elder Johnson's hand the girl would look around the room once more. Morgan had taken up the belief in angels in the years that had passed and the idea that her father had saw Julian frightened the girl. Her grandmother once told her that when someone was close to dying they often saw those who have passed before them. It was rumored that they were the ones who took you to the other side. Morgan was torn on the idea. She wished that she had been able to have come earlier when the chances of her father being awake were greater. She wised to talk to him about he saw. Her mother's second hand story telling wasn't the most truthful and often became twisted as the story went on. If Julian had presented himself to her father then he still might be around the hospital. As unrealistic and far fetched an idea that was. Even if the male was here it wasn't as if he could present himself to the female she was sure that was against the rules of whatever side the male belonged to.

As Patrick began talking the girl began to relax, pulling out of the long driveway the girl would hook a right on one of the country roads. The vehicle would keep it's distance from the work utility trucks and general traffic. Despite the severity of the emergency the weather wasn't the best for speeding. Luckily the girl was acquainted with the roads in the town and knew that she could cut out the traffic if she cut down a lesser known road. " It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Patrick. " Smiling softly the girl would merge the vehicle into the exit lane, taking the two down a gravel road. " Excuse the bumpiness of the ride, this is the quickest way to bypass all the traffic. " Reverie wasn't quite accustomed to having company with her and the idea that she'd scare this one off by the time they reached the hospital was an unsettling thought. The young woman could only imagine what her mother would say if she told her about today's events so far. The girl wasn't the well versed when it came to the opposite sex her sense of humor at times was off putting and awkward.

The male's statement at the house had left the girl a bit unsettled. He had felt something too. Reverie was sure it was nothing more then their imagination, though Patrick's conformation of it potentially being more then that was all Reverie needed to start asking questions. " I hate to be so forward but curiosity is getting the better of me. What brought you to this parts of town? " Glancing at Patrick to make sure the male was still conscious Reverie would hook back onto a main road. " All we have here is land and the occasional cow. " As the female drove on the rain came down harder. " Cows and rain. " Chuckling the young woman would continue on through the storm signs for the hospital already sprouting up on the side of the road.

"Are you staying at the estate by yourself?" Bitting her lip Reverie would hope her question didn't come off the wrong way. If her new neighbor was accident prone the girl was going to have to establish a stable connection with him. One that would ensure Patrick would phone the girl Godforbod something were to happen to him.

Defined human
Though somewhere deep within
You feel at peace being called
m o n s t e r
Lore holds no merit here
You are humanly malformed
Deep within your shattered heart
Darkness lurks inside

The artificial light of the hospital room has shifted from warm and comforting to harsh and blinding as Morgan showed herself out. Her mother had gone moments before leaving the girl with an untouched cup of joe. Mr. Johnson had not woken during Morgan's short visit, though her mother reassured her it was a good thing, Morgan left disheartened. Julian wasn't far from the girl's thoughts as she hastily made her way to the first floor. The events of the day had finally started to take a toll on the young woman. Her mindset had shifted from confident and joyful to miserable in the course of a few short hours.

Julian, her best friend up until the point of his death. Where was he now? The concrete answer of dead and decaying was trying it's best to push it's way to the girl's consciousnesses though Morgan wasn't looking for the concrete aspect. She wanted to focus on the abstract. The idea of Julian being near was something the girl desperately latched onto. She wasn't clairvoyant in any sense but if she tried could she reach him? The months after Julian's funeral Morgan had tried desperately, listened to her parent's suggestions and prayed to him. Morgan knew it was foolish and couldn't help her at all, yet it worked. It eased some of the terrible heart ache that made it hard to wake up every single day to face the world. In a weird and twisted way Morgan relied on Julian like a God to help her through life's struggles, she immortalized him.

Senior year Morgan did her best to steer clear from anyone and everyone that knew Julian. In a small school the chances of interacting with any other being was rare for the female. She had longed for graduation and the chance to run. To get away from the town and all of the reminders of Julian. The guy she so desperately wanted to spend the rest of eternity with. It would seem that fate was one cruel son of a gun. Over the years and a steady appointment with a therapist Morgan was able to break some of her isolating habits just in time to start her first semester of college. The idea hit the female like a brick. Julian and she were going to brace college together, now she was at it alone. Despite her fears the experience wasn't entirely wasted. She met Tim during her first semester taking it as a sign that some one above wanted her to be happy.

In the beginning it was glitter and rainbows between the two, nothing really tearing them apart, aside from Morgan's hang up over her dead best friend. Tim was never one to like the subject and often shoved it under the rug whenever Morgan needed someone to talk to about it. The girl had learned early on to avoid the subject, keeping her thoughts and feelings inside. She was able to do this seamlessly until she had received her mother's urgent call. Oh Julian. . what an idiot I am. Flopping onto a hard chair in the main floor lobby Morgan would check her phone hoping the outside world would have updated itself while she was away. Disappointment washed over her face as she read the only message she had received. It would seem that the three hours she spent with her clients that afternoon was in vain. The wish-washy wench decided it was best if they took the renovations on themselves. Whatever suited them. Three hours of nonproductive time wasted and many more were to follow.



The midnight transit was surprisingly full that morning. Passengers sat close to each other, occasionally falling asleep on one another. Morgan sat closets to the driver, hugging her knees to her as she watched the city lights pass by. It wouldn't be long till she reached her destination. As the bus pulled up to the curb the driver made the call. No passengers aside from Morgan moved, which was a good sign to the girl who didn't want anyone to witness what she was about to do.

Stepping onto the pavement the girl would wait until the bus was long gone before she made her way towards the cemetery gate. Even in the light of the moon Morgan could find her way to Julian's grave by heart. The cemetery was a place the girl felt comfortable in, it was where she could think clearly and where she felt safe. In previous years the girl would spend time here doing homework, or just walking through. She had come to know many of the names on the headstones, dates, and slogans. It was a sad sigh to see those who have died so young, yet liberating to see all of those who had the chance to live their life to the fullest. Death was a double edged sword. The trick was finding a way to dodge it something mortals didn't comprehend how to do.

As Morgan approached the marker to Julian's grave the girl let out a needed sigh. She hadn't a clue why she choose to come here. Deep down the young woman knew it was only a place for the living to mourn. The dead did not linger here only their memories did. Since the girl had no where to go and all the time to lose she seated herself on the cool ground. Resting her body against the tombstone next to her Morgan would close her eyes in an attempt to rest them for a moment.

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Morgan tried her hardest not to drift asleep, she knew that if she was discovered by the groundskeeper in the early morning she'd be in trouble for sure. The girl knew the man who took care of the cemetery, though she was sure that wasn't going to be enough to get her off the hook. All of the discussions about life and death the two had shared was surely forgotten by the older gentleman who at the time was slowly losing his memories. Chances of him recognizing Morgan were slim to one. The girl had to be on the alert. As the girl mediated by her best friend's grave she came to the conclusion that her decision to run here was rash and not planned properly. Even though the girl knew that no one was going be looking for her at this hour she felt as though she should have told someone. Freak things happen, something Morgan knew all to well. If it wasn't for freak things the girl would have Julian in her life still.

Roused from her daydreaming Morgan would open her eyes to the sound of another's voice. It was one the girl had memorized and kept locked tight somewhere inside her shattered heart. It belonged to Julian. Eyes snapping open the girl would scramble back the cold stone of a grave marker met her as she did. Wide-eyed the girl would stare at the form in front of her. Even in the darkness Morgan could make out Julian's features. It was Julian wasn't it? Hands plastered at her side Morgan would take a few breaths. You've had dreams like these before Morgan, you have to wake up. Realize that he's gone. Closing her eyes once more the female would count to ten then reopen them. She learned the strategy in therapy a few months back it was supposed to trigger something in the girl's conscious mind to help shake her from any nightmares. This wasn't a nightmare though it was a good dream. It had to be a good dream.

Opening her eyes once more Morgan would find that the trick didn't work she was still staring at the figure of a man she thought to be Julian though she knew that it didn't logically add up. He was dead, had been for some time, though he had just spoken to her. No one had the same voice as his, or the same stance. They were traits linked to him and him alone. " J.Julian? " The words caught in the female's mouth as if speaking them was forbidden. Have this be a dream no matter how sick and twisted it may have been Morgan didn't want to let go of it.

Keeping her distance the girl would wait for the male's response. She needed to know this wasn't her imagination, know that he was here with her now. Her father had seen him too, that's why her mother had called. Something about this situation didn't make sense, and it wasn't the fact that Julian wasn't a rotting corpse. " How? " The question wasn't the brightest but it was the one pressing on her mind. How could explain the why and fill in all of the other gaps in the girl's thought process. I've finally snapped. Allowing the thought to entertain itself briefly Morgan would brush it off, if being insane meant that Julian could stay then she'd suffer with it.

A shiver ran down the girl's spine as she took in one very concerning idea. If this wasn't Julian then who was it? The thought that she could have been in danger had evaded her. It was as if that part of her had diminished greatly since junior year. She had become reckless, almost fearless of the world and the dangers in it. Alone in a cemetery with a man who could or could not be real. It was a scene from a horror movie waiting to happen. The worst part was no one knew where the girl was.

Morgan listened to Julian as he spoke trying to digest the information he was telling her. His alarm at what he thought he witnessed upset the girl to a degree, though she hid it. A Lord of Death fearful of a being who could kill someone with just one look. What madness had entered her otherwise normal world?

HEY HEY MAGNUS! CHIBIFY ME!

USERNAME: ѕнινєя
TYPE OF COMMISSION: Human
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OTHER INFO: I don't have much for Shiver besides the fact that she is rather ignorant of the bad in the world. Innocent in nature the teen comes off a bit childish, though she knows when to be serious.

If possible the only thing I ask for this piece is would you be able to have her holding an Easter basket?
OFFER: I can offer an Extravagant Plumage and one Pixie Elixir or two Pixie Elixirs. I also have some gold kicking around if that interests you more.

HEY HEY MAGNUS! CHIBIFY ME!