#Drayton likes the snow right?

[ridreamir]

Could I request a Drayton fic where he and reader dance whilst it's snowing,?

[You're given a bad grade, one you might not have even earned. Drayton is there in the ensuing aftermath.]

You've emailed your professor, but nothing can be done. For some reason, your professor has decided that your performance in their class was not up to snuff, and you received some point reductions off your final average. It was devastating. If you couldn't even get a perfect grade at your best, what was the point of even trying? Your grades were directly responsible for your enrollment at the academy, and if they started to slip...

Worse was that the standards were already high for you, but no one seemed to see your efforts as hard work. They were just expectations, and when you failed to deliver, well, people looked at you as if it were the start to the end... As if it were finally time you were knocked off your high Mudsdale horse. And of course, here was Drayton, snickering at you as your mind spiraled out of control. Lacey smacked his arm, clearly the most concerned person in the room. Of course from the outside it looks a little ridiculous, but they aren't in your shoes. But your semi-meltdown at the Elite Four bi-weekly conference was coincidentally horrible timing.

Amarys failed to see the larger issue, thinking that the grades were directly proportional to one's own efforts and your own must have slipped. Thus you earned it, and should simply be careful not to let it happen again.

And Crispin? Well, Crispin looked around the room with clear confusion. Who'd be upset over an almost-perfect grade? He'd be ecstatic to receive your marks.

And you're so embarrassed at the email you sent, but you're second-guessing everything. Were you really just horrible? Couldn't your professor see how well you did in everything? How much effort you put into making sure you performed excellently? Is it because you're operating off a different region's idea of perfect academic performance? What happened? Why wasn't your best good enough? What... do you do now?

....

And of course, as the League Club meeting came to an end, Lacey reluctantly departed, Amarys and Crispin following suit. Lacey especially worried about what might happen once it was just Drayton and yourself left in the room.

You all had class in a few minutes, but something told you that you weren't going to be able to pretend it was all okay this time. You were going to tough it out, but she talked you out of it. Just for today. It's just for one class. Not the most reassuring after you just practically signed off your future, but fine. Might as well throw in the towel now.

And Drayton? Why he never showed up to class, and if he did it was always very late into the lecture. Must be nice being a native student who literally couldn't flunk out of school.

"The professor's gonna hate me." You whisper to yourself, groaning at the thought of your panic-induced email. You never wanted to see them in person again, but you'd have to. They must think you're nuts or something. You did write a panic attack in the form of an email after all.

You were already starting to hyperventilate again when Drayton's unhelpful snort caught your attention. "No they're not." He sounded like he was holding back a smile. "You really need to chill. So what if you got a bad grade?" You wanted to agree with him, but every involuntary emotion in your body was sapping your ability to just rationally say yeah, this is nothing. You know that people wish they had your grades, but you still hated it. You hated everything. "Whoa whoa there-" He waved his hands, knowing what you were thinking. "Haven't you learned why overworking yourself is bad? You're supposed to be enjoying the process and not... resenting it like that." "-But hey, that applies to everyone but you, right? Champion world-saver?" He elbowed you, his words obviously sarcastic though he kept an innocent enough tone. "I..." You began to reply. He looked on, a hopeful twinkle in his eye.

"I... haven't been enjoying it for a while now." You paused. "I don't know if I'll ever enjoy this, I mean should I even be here?"

His lips parted for a moment as he blinked a few times. You... what? "You mean... At Blueberry Academy?" He struggled to find words. "Are you..." Are you going to go back to Paldea? You look away, not responding to him. He stands there, eyes wide, realizing just how serious this actually is. "Hey, hey now-" His hands flew up, the fastest you've literally ever seen him move. "You can't- Leave!" Wide, frantic slitted eyes look more frantic than yours probably did writing that email. "That's it! You're-" He's literally barrreling at you now and before you can process how terrifying this actually is he's hoisted you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You're half bleat-screaming and he's rushing out the door. "We're going outside! You need to cool down! Then you can come to your senses and-" You're waiting outside an elevator when the door opens, revealing a student who, for a moment, looked like they were having a normal day before they freeze at the sight of you both and step aside to give him a plentiful amount of room.

[He's still death-gripping you and despite your attempts to wriggle free, he's fighting you on this one!] Now he's frantically pressing the close door button with his elbow, and the poor unfortunate student stuck in the elevator with the two of you scoots back until they're pressed into the corner. The ride is filled with grunts, growls, fighting, and screams and that poor, poor soul is mortified in the corner almost the whole time down--

--Until the door opens to reveal another student on another floor waiting for the elevator. They stop mid-press of the button to take one good look before getting pushed out of the way by the one that was next to you who took their first chance to escape. You and Drayton are too preoccupied to pay attention but the door closes without them stepping on.

Once the door finally opens to the terrarium he's calling out Archaludon who's strong enough to four-legged carry both of you on its back. "YOU'RE-- ffu- oww- HAVING FUN!!!" He's screaming and you're still fighting, all the while Archaludon underneath you turtle walks through the Savanna Biome at a painfully slow pace, passing by several random students who can do nothing but look on with mild horror. "And you're-" You try to think of things to spit back. "-In- insane!" Archaludon squeaks a tiny roar and both of you take it as an agreeance, and thankfully the Pokemon is so sturdy that your thrashing doesn't send it wobbling. At some point he managed to wrangle you into a headlock, but you're still punching and kicking and of course, screaming! "And YOU take things too seriously! Are you really gonna give up over ONE bad grade?! Are YOU insane?!" "Way to broadcast it Drayton!" "What?! I'm right! If anything- I'm, I'm always right! And you know I'm right!" "And--" He's once again picking you up and with one final roar he's tossed you off the side of Archaludon, right into a huge snow bank. Seems you've arrived at the Polar Biome! You fall back first into the crunchy artificial powdered snow and can only see the projection of the blue sky before his hoodie smacks you in the face. Bare arms out, he's given you the oversized thing to wear since you weren't properly dressed for the cold. Despite being mid-argument. He could have thought of that before he threw you into the snow!

"Of course I don't want to leave!" You finally bark at him, making a show of putting on his admittedly very warm hoodie. "I need these grades or else I lose my scholarships and can no longer attend the academy!"

You can see his brain literally buffering as he processes what you've said. Then he's making a fist and slapping it into his open palm. "I'll fight your professor-" "No-" "Cyrano then- or that weird big-haired lady, La Provolone or somethin-" "No!-" "But they're literally overworking you to the point that one bad grade and you think you're gonna be booted out the school!" He scoffs, arms wide as he gestures around to the terrarium. "I watched you have a panic attack over it! Obviously, that's not healthy!" You freeze, not because anything he's said was wrong. He must notice the anguish on your face because he suddenly springs into action, scooping up snow with his bare hands before tossing it up like glitter. "I'll figure it out. There's no way we can't fix this." He says, somehow dead serious while snow awkwardly bundles over both your heads. Somehow, for no good reason, your heart jumps a little in your chest.

He then breaks into a smirk, and then snickers. "But you and I-" he flicks the melting droplets at your face. "Are..." "Dancing! Dance with me!" He does a weird little shimmy with his bare shoulders out, and by Arceus above you never thought he could get even get more loony. "Ch-ch-ah, ch-ch- c'mon!" He's tango-ing, albeit very poorly, before he grabs your hands with his very clammy wet ones and pulls you forward. "What are you-" "Haven't you ever heard of the move Dragon Dance? C'mon now!" He laughs, and you laugh, not forgetting the absurdity of this whole situation. And by some miracle, it starts to snow.

The time of day in the terrarium is changing, and the lights above dim while clouds block out some of the lighter blues from the screens. Long shadows cast on the uninterrupted field of snow, save for what few footprints you've left in it already which you notice once you finally look down. His shadow draws close to yours, and he pulls you along to the sound of small snowflakes scattering in the slight breeze. They rattle almost like leaves, but so, so much softer while each step you both take crunches beneath you. "They'd never let you get kicked out the school." He murmurs, voice low with only a slight edge to it. "You should just talk to them, honestly. There's no way they wouldn't listen to you." "But the professor-" "Professors can be wrong. They're people too. And if I know anything it's that you've done your absolute best. Even if they don't change that one grade, heck, even if you started to flunk-- the people here care about you. They'd try to help before just up and booting you out." You look back up at him, no longer watching your feet make imprints in the snow. He's calm again, a small, concerned smile on his face. Your heart starts hammering in your chest. You're still anxious to high heaven, but not for the same reason as before. He looks absolutely silly in his sleeveless shirt out in the middle of gentle snowfall, but the sparkles in his hair catching the low light are... maybe it's the bitter chill that sweeps in as the breeze hits your face, but you're seeing him so clearly. You close your eyes, the image of him still burned into your mind. "I didn't know you could get so riled up." You whisper. He snorts. "Yeah, I usually don't lose my cool. I've noticed." You open your eyes again, and his eyebrows are only slightly furrowed. The eye contact the two of you are suddenly sharing is, well, the shine of his eyes picks up every golden fleck in his unusual irises. They're so close you can see all the star patterns, the deeper tones and the faceted flecks that sparkle with the reflecting snow.

Though he said it sarcastically, it was true. You've never seen him so animated before, you think, as his smooth annoying face tilted a little to the side. "You really freaked me out there." He's thinking long and hard about something. It's usually subtle, but it's written all over his face this time.

...

Your noses are brushing, and though you'd expect his breath to be hot, his lips hit yours and feel like soft velvet and the cold.

#x reader #pokemon #reader insert #pokemon x reader #dlc #drayton pokemon #drayton x reader #romantic #slight angst #blueberry academy #academia #college life #sv dlc spoilers #spoilers #scarvio spoilers #scarlet and violet #pokémon scarvio #pokemon scarlet and violet #elite four #unova region #paldea #cheezy #not proofread #furiously typing this one out lol #I mean more than usual #very spontaneous haha #and publish #relationship #brief kiss

[creepling]

To Devour is To Love

A Texas Chainsaw Massacre (The Video Game) Fanfiction

synopsis: winona has been wanting to run away (again). and an altercation with her mother finalises her decision to leave for good.

tags: original character. animal death. childhood memories/trauma. domestic violence. neglect. depictions of corpses. canon-typical cannibalism. 4k words.

Chapter One: Tainted Meat

January 26th, 1961

Snow threatens to fall, the dry grass crisp as the small girl padded her tiny feet through the field. A boy stormed in front, animal traps swinging in his idle hand, his chin tucked between the fur collar of an aviator jacket.

“Johnny, Johnny!” The girl cried, her eyes blinded by a woollen hat slipping down her head.

Johnny halted, turning to watch his sister’s struggle, letting out a huff. “I’m away to hunt, Winona. Go back inside,”

“No, no. I’m coming- I wanna come!” She chanted. Johnny compressed a chuckle at the sight of his little sister bubbling and jumping, her oversized jacket drowning her small frame.

You would think they were blood-related, born from the same mother and father. They think they are bonded by blood, and the kids have never known anything else. They look the same, so eyebrows were never raised. Dark hair and eyes, warm ivory skin. Winona’s hair had a kink compared to the slickness of Johnny’s mop. Nancy picked carefully on what kids to claim as her own.

Johnny gave up convincing Winona to return to the house, crouching and presenting his back. “Come on then, ya rascal,” He groans at the impact of her jumping on him. She clung to him like a chimp, peeking her face over his shoulder, ready for the adventure ahead.

Woodland was scarce in the Texan country, but Johnny knew the little trees where the rabbits liked to go. Determination was his fuel to keep light on his feet, his eyes alert, and be two steps ahead, all the things Drayton taught him. When Nubbins was not robbing graves, he was a good hunter, too. But Johnny wanted to be the best. He had to start proving himself as he ‘became more man by the minute’.

Winona did not have to prove anything. She was still the baby, after all. Running barefoot along the hardwood and crying over splinters wedged in the balls of her feet. Picking daisies and smacked on the head if she touched Nancy’s flower beds. A mixture of laughter and terror when Nubbins and Robert dangled her over the well by the ankles. Learning how to braid hair with Sissy and getting into trouble if she stole her lipstick. Nancy didn’t let the other side of the family over regularly, letting the family bond wear thin until it was time to reconcile for meat. So, it was mostly Winona and Johnny, venturing off and checking the traps.

Winona bubbled and gazed, her chin resting on her brother’s shoulder. “Where are all the rabbits?” She couldn’t pronounce her ‘r’s quite right.

“More down yonder,” Johnny mumbled, hiking her body further up as she threatened to slide off. The crackle of his boots on the dry leaves, crystalised by the omen of cold weather. Winona watched it sparkle in the dull sun, the grey clouds hung low like a dirty cotton blanket.

Johnny lowers Winona to the ground when he spots the first trap, the flash of white fur startling his senses. Hurrying over, he collected his first prize, considering how dry the season has been. Nancy’s words echoing his mind, think of it this way, son. Our hunting season is when they are out driving on that main road, hitchhiking, road trips, coming home from college. Prime hunting season, that is.

As Johnny collected his third catch and reconstructed the traps, Winona threw leaves in the air and showered in the fall. Johnny side eyed her, a grimace on his thin lips. “You ‘gon eat tonight, Winnie?”

In her own world, humming a tune, Johnny stood up and stared hard at her blatant innocence, “You better eat. You want momma hittin’ ya again?”

Winona stopped, fumbling with a leaf in her hand, shaking her head. She adjusted her hat and squinted at him. “No, I will, I will,”

Johnny didn’t believe her, but he smiled anyway. Before he could suggest heading back home, a wail echoed in the distance.

Winona grew tense, retreating to clenching Johnny’s trousers. Instinctively he rested a hand on her head, but paid no mind. “Sounds like an animal,”

“It might be dying,” Winona said airly, her eyes big.

The promise of a larger prey perked Johnny’s interest. He told his sister to stay put, but she trailed along, following the dying whines of the prey. Johnny gazed down the dip of the ground, identifying a deer’s beige fur camouflage in the decayed leaves. Winona caught on eventually but she was frozen, her face unmoving. The deer was alive, but looked to be dying throughout the day, its blood watering the earth. Johnny inspected its skin, checking for maggots and signs of infection.

“This could feed us for a whole month,” Johnny suggested, “Momma might want us to bring it back.”

Winona wanted to protest, but Johnny was strong enough to lift its back legs and drag its dead weight. “I want you to push how you can, got it?”. As she feebly pushed it up the terrain, Winona was overwhelmed by the smell. Rotten, earthy, but refrigerated enough in the cold to pick the good bits out of it. Flies pestered its unblinking eyes. Winona’s arms short and weak, she used her back to push with all her might, her face pressing against the coarse hair on its chest, her eyes locked on its expression. The smell was so strong she could taste it on her tongue. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew it suffered. The stress and full age of the animal poisoning the meat, bittering its sweet taste. It was the first time the repulsion was overbearing, no hope of avoidance.

August 14th 1972

That day in ‘61 is the pinnacle if you wanna know what kind of person I am. It made me unique within my circumstances, for worse more than anything. Then again, I never had a chance at a normal life. I can’t just tell you right off the bat, because there is more to it than the macabre. It was a lethal nature to be raised in, and the poison was thick in my veins. I never had a chance at a normal life. But I tried, I really fucking did.

The family had the biggest catch of the season.

Bubba slammed the meat on the wooden table, the one in momma’s basement for chopping. Drayton and Nubbins were watering at the mouth. I hung by the doorframe, out of sight, the smell already disgusting me. I peaked around, wanting to size up the catch. I was overcome with nausea.

From the smell I knew this meat came from tainted flesh. The image of the victim came to my mind. It was a guy, for sure. Smelled like piss and cigarettes. He was aged, in his forties. A trucker sleeping in the passenger seat by the road. I looked at Nubbins, the wiry smile on his face. Surely it wasn’t him that caught him.

“I- I just jabbed the knife right in him, yeah,” Nubbins tripped over his words, “I drove the truck close enough and he was bleeding all over!”

He was as built as a woodlouse, but I suppose he was quick. Kept the guy on edge for long enough, then went in with the strike. His swiss army knife poked an incision in his neck, letting it pour, jiving for the steering wheel as the man clutched his wound. The stress contaminates the meat, peppering its sweet taste.

Johnny was in the room. He wasn’t a boy any more. My brother, further in age, that driven look in his eye. He scared me most days. “The meat got too much fat on it. Who’d you catch, Curly Howard?”

“You shut your bleedin’ mouth, boy,” Drayton cursed tiredly.

“Y-Yeah. Maybe if you were good at catchin’ we’d be eating some nice girls, yeah?” Nubbins chirped, ready to bounce if Johnny squared up. And he was, until a looming presence entered. Plugersville was still a touchy subject, anyone who brought it up had Johnny’s blood running hot.

“Now, don’t go teasin’ my Johnny,” Nancy drawled, entering casually, b-lining the meat. She had already told Bubba to go wash up, who was hiding in the shadows throughout the conversation. Maybe I could’ve done the same if it weren’t for the glances my presence received, asking why are you here? Momma had Johnny’s back every time, yet I was to not exist.

“What’s you say, sis? Gettin’ some? We came all this way, so don’t let us down,” Drayton said. A deal had been made a while back because of Johnny’s reckless behaviour. We had no meat coming from our end, so Nancy has been trading with the men for some time. Drayton didn’t mind it, meant he had some power over our reliance. Nubbins and Bubba’s bloody hands dominated Johnny and I’s bare, dry ones.

“Can’t you get any better?” Nancy said, dissatisfied.

“You got no room for luxury, misses,” Drayton drawled, “Your boy let the good ones run off. How many times do I gotta remind ya?”

“I know you got better, and stop bringing my boy into this-” Nancy was riling up.

“Your boy is in this, he is the reason why we’re doing this. You're running dry. Get lil’ Winnie to get a catch, instead of making her docile!”

The mention of my name pinged my attention, and my stomach sank at the sound of momma’s scoff. “Winona? The one that don’t like blood getting spilled?” Nancy mocked, “But sure, I’ll take your rotten ass meat. But once we get the catch, you’re eating the dregs, y’hear?”

Drayton only smiled, mocking a handshake, before shoving his hands in his pockets. He announced their departure, scraping by me as they left. Drayton stopped by my side, his firm hand clenching my arm.

“Help the family out, whatcha say Winnie? Prove that darn momma of yours you got it in ya,” his words echoed against my ears, laying rest deep in memory. I neither nodded nor shook my head, all I did was look at him, trying not to seem so hopeless.

I took some alone time in what momma called the ‘man cave’. When supper comes along momma knows to find me here, staring at the deadshot eyes of the men. Cross-legged on the floor, the television static drowning all the noise above, focusing my mind in other places. The first man, skeleton and bone, he was the first man momma ever killed. Only his state can assure me it was a long time ago. The man in the armchair, his skin like leather. He was a recent one, preserved to be a lump of muscle, slouching with his head bound.

I heard momma’s steps coming down the stairs, grunting as she slid open the heavy metal door. “Why you always wasting time down here?” She said with a heavy voice, laced with annoyance. She doesn’t like me thinking about them, it’s none of my business according to her.

“You never told me which one was papa,” I muttered, a little afraid to ask. But what did I have to lose? If I stick to my plan, this could be my only chance to find out.

“Is the love I show not good enough?” Nancy jumps into defense, “I raise you and you wanna know which one of these bastards is your father? You ungrateful-”

“It ain’t about that, momma.” I sigh, getting annoyed. I rub my temple, “I just wanna know, is all. It ain’t gonna mean much, just curious.”

She studied me for a while, motioning towards the couch before pointing at the man with the leather skin. “He was a low life. Living off his papa’s money to drink and gamble and cause trouble. I’m so hard on you because I don’t want you turning out like him. Once I had you, he wasn’t much better. Killing him was like pest control, the darn rat.” I listened to momma, took in every word, my eyes piercing the dead man before me. My dad, replicated for his sins, limp on the armchair. Instead of looking dead, he looked drunk, falling asleep while watching the television. Momma did us a favour keeping him asleep.

“You did good, momma.” I say, meekly smiling up at her. Her face stayed straight, giving me a stern nod.

“Now, enough chit chat. Supper time.” She hurried me to my feet and we met again by the dinner table. Fidgeting with my cutlery, I wonder why I always gotta be the one to come up on time. Johnny hasn’t turned up yet, he could be out in the town for all we know. He had a habit of doing that; straying off. I suspect he doesn’t like being the only man in the house. He soon left my mind, and entered the house, his boots heavy on the hardwood. I studied his face as he took off his gloves. Is he angry today? Ever since Plugersville he has been on edge, possibly insecure. The uncles never praised his achievements, but they sure taunt his mistakes. Momma’s coddling doesn’t help much either. He shuts down her advances, but sometimes I catch a glimpse in his eye, as if he’s giving a second thought. Any other man would just get a girlfriend to make him feel good, but Johnny has a habit of killing his. I suppose that’s why he doesn’t lose his temper with me much. I don’t pay attention to him, but I miss the days when I looked up to him. I keep quiet around him, and I nod when he barks orders. I know he senses my fear, but he rarely uses it to his advantage. It’s one of the many things I cannot make sense of.

Momma planted supper on the table. This is when things get tricky. I’m known as somewhat of a ‘picky eater’. Mind that day with the deer? Ever since then I can’t swallow down my food. It only happens with meat, and you could class me as vegetarian. They never understood it, they always think I’m overreacting. Momma had it laid out like a steak, and I circled round the meat for the vegetables, trying my best to ignore the smell. Like I said before, I can envision the meat, the way one might think of a cow when eating beef. But humans are much more complex, they have different smells, tastes, they wear stylish clothes and have different hair types. I could still smell the piss and cigarettes, the musk of a male. The meat has to be washed before carved and skinned, rid of all odours. Even then, it all depends on the age. What do you think tastes better, lamb or mutton? This, in all ways, applies to humans. I wouldn’t go around eating newborns, even just a twenty-something is just as tender.

When I stomach tainted meat I think of the last good meal I had. Two summers ago, Johnny picked up a couple on the road, offered them the house for a pit stop. Momma was in town, so he relied on me to prepare the meat. I took my research into practice. Johnny locked the women in his ice room, so I had the man. Washing his bare skin, rubbing the grooves of his muscles. He had soft brown hair, hazel eyes; an absolute dream boat. He was all natural muscle, he must have been a swimmer, the scent of salt water lingered on his skin. His fingers were callous at the tips on the left side, I guest him more a guitar player than a fiddle one. His face was calm and vacant, since the death was quick. No tense bones or rubber loins, he never lived through stress in his short life. He was perfect. I was calm during the procedure, and through taking my time I finished him by supper. I kept his liver and bones, wrapped the meat of his thighs and breast. His dregs in the ice room for safe keeping. I cooked him with momma’s herbs and red wine, slow cooking in a pot. By the time it came to eat, the meat broke apart with the knife. The first bite was intense, and the last exhilarating.

The smell of the tainted meat outweighed my fantasy. My vegetables off the plate and in my system. I glared at the steak, swallowing the lump in my throat, and got to cutting the first bite. The knife pierced the rough meat, I added elbow grease to break the fat, but it only released the foul smell like opening the door to a public bathroom. I gagged, quickly concealing it. It caught the attention of momma.

“Winona, eat that meat,” Nancy said.

A wave of sickness gurgled in my stomach, and I retaliated. Momma set her cutlery down, her eyes stern and mean. I shook my head, fighting back the overwhelming feeling gradually taking over. I felt like I could cry.

“What’s so bad about it, huh? I cooked it real nice. I guess nothing is good enough for ya,” Nancy was going on the way she normally does. Most times it was bearable to eat to keep her calm, but this time was different. Maybe it’s because I’m mad we haven’t gotten a good catch in months. Maybe it’s because she’s never thought of what’s best for me. Maybe I’m just fucking sick of this.

“I ain’t eating it,” I recoil, “How can you not smell that? It’s rancid!”

“Momma’s cooking ain’t rancid!” Johnny defended.

“It's not momma’s cooking, it’s the meat! It’s the goddamn fucking meat!” I broke into a yell, slamming the table. The cutlery clanked and my hands were shaking. “I’m sick of eating goddamn roadkill. I’m sick of eating the whores you bring home, and I’m sick of eating men that smell like shit.”

Johnny clenched his fists, but momma lay a hand on his arm. She was gonna deal with this. My eyes wide and dried out as I looked at her, ready for the beating. This time was different, this time I felt I might actually fight back.

Momma rose in her chair, circling around the table slowly, keeping me small as she towered over me. My gaze never left hers, her milky eye vacant, her jasmine eye piercing my soul. My dark eyes glared, my cheekbone twitched, refusing to cower.

“Fine, if ya not gonna eat it,” her voice was oddly calm, and her hand reached for the plate. In a split decision, it grabbed the meat into a fist, her other hand grabbed my neck, as she stuffed the meat into my mouth. “I’ll make ya eat it!”

The force toppled me over in the chair, my back colliding with the floor. Momma pinned me down, pried my jaw wide and choked me with the meat. My screeches were muffled, the meat’s fat stuffing the back of my throat. It’s tainted taste poisoning my taste buds and engulfing my sense of smell. I gagged, my hands gripping momma’s arms, my nails digging into her skin. She did not wince or flinch, not even a blink as her eyes glazed in madness.

“You ungrateful fucking bitch,” she swore, “If I’d known you’d be this bratty, I woulda drank moonshine until your tiny heart stopped beating while you was in the womb.”

Johnny rose in his chair, calculating momma’s abuse, not showing any signs of stepping in. My wide eyes locked onto him, begging for mercy.

“He ain’t gonna help ya, sweetie! He knows just as much as me you’re in need of punishment,” Nancy began to yell, “Don’t look at him, look at me! You dirty fucking whore!”

With every insult my adrenaline pumped through my veins. My heart racing, building a collusion of strength. With a yell, I mustered it all into flipping momma onto the ground, gaining my short-living dominance. I spat the meat out of my mouth, my hands clawing and punching her face. Johnny grabbed my arms, flying me off her, but I swiped the steak knife from the table and pressed it to his neck. I must have looked like a wild dog, as his eyes flashed with fear, then settled into a dark, impressed stare.

I flinched the knife in momma’s direction as she got to her feet, massaging her jaw, glaring me daggers. Johnny stepped between us. “Alright, enough of this cat fight. It’s over.”

“I should kill you right now, girl.” Nancy drawled, spitting venom.

“Enough! If any of ya start again I’ll finish ya myself.” We both stood in bated breath as Johnny settled the fight. “Winona, go to your room.”

My fizzing stillness tested Johnny’s patience, and he yelled at me again, “Now!”

I storm off, heading to my room, slamming the door and pacing the room. If any moment was ever a better sign, it was now. I grabbed my luggage from under the bed, pulled out the drawers, and began packing my belongings.

I was to leave before sunrise and I lay restless in bed, my shoes and daywear on. I took a shower and washed my hair, brushed the matting out my hair, and got ready for the city. I twirled a knife in my hands, the stimulation easing my restlessness. I checked my watch, three twenty six in the morning. I had to leave before momma and Johnny woke up. I want to vanish into thin air, it’s the best for all of us. They ain’t going to be looking for me.

I sneak out the front door, tip-toeing over the creaks in the floorboards. I had them known from all the other times I snuck out, all the failed attempts of running away. This time was real and I was determined to keep it permanent. I unlocked the front door, locking it behind me, checking momma’s bedroom blinds were shut before I booked it for the gate. Shuffling through the flowerbeds, holstering my bag over my shoulder. Before I jumped the gate, I heard a scrape in the gravel behind me. Johnny emerges from the driveway hill.

“I had a hunch you’d do this again,” he sighed, but didn’t seem too bothered.

“I ain’t staying here,” I say, “You can’t make me.”

“Who says I was gonna make ya?”

Johnny dangled the keys to his truck in his fingers, giving them a swing before he jumped the fence. “Where ya thinkin, huh? Austin, Dallas?”

I was too stunned to speak, but my legs followed suit and I jumped the fence, walking towards his truck. I studied him, awaiting a flash of perception, but it all seemed genuine. “Why ya helping me?”

Ignoring me, he unlocks the truck, badgering on, “I’d say Austin. I think you’ll like it there. Good fer the uh, young ones, you can say.”

“Johnny-”

“Just get in, I’m taking ya to the nearest station.” Johnny finalised, not ready to negotiate anymore. I reluctantly entered the truck, keeping my eyes forward as Johnny started the engine and pulled out into the dirt road.

It was sunrise by the time Johnny dropped me off at the station. I sat in the truck for a moment, getting one last look of him to understand all this.

“You got money?” he asked.

“Saving up my whole life,” I chirped, feeling my jacket pocket with the crinkled up notes. “It’s enough for the ride, then I gotta find work.”

Johnny nodded, leaving more silence between us. I look at him again, his gaze over the dashboard and beyond to the horizon, a million miles from me. Never had I felt so distant from someone, so unrelated, than my own brother, no matter the proximity.

“You didn’t have to do this,” I said.

“And what, have you been one of those hitchhikers? That’s what Sissy did, and look how she ended up.”

That was a name I hadn’t heard in years, and for a moment I felt fingers plaiting my hair, a song lulling my ears. My paint-stained fingers painting pictures with the heat on my neck, laughter beside me. I have the faintest memory of her mousy hair, the strands around her eyes that were either hazel or blue.

“You better get goin’,”

I snap out of my trance, collecting my bag and opening the door. Johnny hands me a napkin with writing on it. “You call me if you’re in any trouble, not momma.”

I gathered it wasn’t an invitation for weekly catch ups, only for emergencies. I take the napkin and stuff it in my pocket. His act of service now came more as an obligation, to get me out of there before I cause more trouble. Anything to keep momma happy.

I leave without a goodbye, shutting the door and heading inside. I did not look back, only forward. The truck rumbles and fades as Johnny drives off. I buy a one way ticket to Austin, board the bus, and catch up on the sleep I lost.

Wake me up when I get to paradise.

#the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #original character #johnny slaughter #nancy slaughter #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #sissy slaughter #fanfiction

[sparkykitsune]

The Blueberry League's Elite Four! 🫐🐆🐼🐺🐱🫐

Needless to say, despite some hiccups in my vision, my gut feeling on holding back on drawing these characters was the right decision. I was rather salty about the developments on these characters and how it ended up affecting my vision. However, I did manage to find some ways to work around and compromise it enough that it still worked. So, there is some headcanons based on the path I took my AU designs. You're welcome to have a different headcanon than mine's but don't be a butt over mine's, I will block.

Minor Spoiler below under cut

Artist's notes:

I headcanon Lacey is Clay's adopted daughter, so I managed to find a work around to keep her as a snow leopard (since I can't figure an idea of a mole/snow leopard hybrid)

Drayton is Drayden's grandson, so I decided to make him 75% cat and 25% wolf. So he mostly looks like a cat but with some canine parts (such as the nose, snout and paws)

Crispin is literally the only one of the four who my species pick didn't change overtime, since I did have an idea of Amarys as a fancy morph red fox initially before I switched her to a maned wolf. He's also the only one of the four with plantigrade legs and no paw pads.

#pokémon #pokemon au #sk pkmn furryverse #furry au #pokemon fanart #lacey pokemon #crispin pokemon #amarys pokemon #drayton pokemon #snow leopard #red panda #furry art #furry #wolf #cat #hybrid #maned wolf #wolf furry #cat furry #hybrid furry #red panda furry #leopard furry #pokemon sv

[cheemken]

More hisiuan zoura!Drayton ÒwÓ

Focussing on opelucid city and it freezing over!!! 

Reading your tags on my ask and you’re right! I think he’d still be scared, even more so in this AU because he can hear/understand kyurem! Even when it’s all the way up in the sky on the Plasma Frigate Drayton can still hear kyurem and he knows it’s a legendary and he should be scared

He’s terrified of what happened to opelucid city, well it’s cold just like the ice lands it’s not natural at all, the ice to jagged and sharp there’s no fluffy snow to jump around in just the bitter cold and sharp ice no comfort at all! His new home is in ruins….

Well Drayton is scared, absolutely terrified even, he knows he can help! He��s not bothered by the cold at all even in his human form! So he helps the civilians of opelucid as a zoura! The civilians know about the strangely coloured zoura that seems to live in opelucid and are greatly thankful for it helping out during the freeze over, not knowing that the zoura is Drayton, with Drayton’s help I believe in this AU the death count of humans and Pokemon are a lot lower then in canon, a lot less people and Pokemon froze to death because Drayton can stand the cold!

In a previous ask in the tags you mentioned that iris would end up catching kyurem and in canon i think Drayton would eventually warm up to it! Not in this AU tho! Drayton can’t help but be intimidated by it even once it’s in iris’s care, he knows it won’t hurt him and it was all team plasma fault really but being around such a big Pokemon, a legendary at that! Makes Drayton’s Pokemon instincts scream at him to either obey it because it’s so powerful or run away in fear because it’s so powerful, Drayton also hates it because it makes his instincts flare up and reminds him that he’s not really a human he’s just a Pokemon playing human

When iris first said she caught kyurem and brought it out Drayton attacked her out of fear (he can still use pkmn attacks in human form just not as powerful as he’s still keeping up the illusion of the human form) as his instincts were going haywire telling him to runaway and he did, he was missing for days until Crispin called iris saying that Drayton just showed up at his doorstep in Virbank City (not sure if Crispin knows he’s a zoura yet or not or if the reveal happens here, gotta flesh out the reveal more lol) Drayton honestly has no fucking clue how he ended up from opelucid to Virbank he kinda just mentally blacked out when he ran away but Crispin comforts him none the less!~Drayton angst anon💛

Ohhhh👀👀👀

Ough the mental image of Drayton suddenly hurting Iris just hits cbxnnx

Imagine along w the fear that Kyurem is there w her, Drayton also felt really guilty over hurting his sister too, and he didn't mean it ofc he didn't, he was just really scared that he suddenly attacked her

But also cdndndk pls, the reveal chmdndmd Crispin hearing scratches on his door and sees this odd looking Zorua, and the Zorua was like, shivering y'know, eyes wide and scared as it scurried inside, hiding behind the couch. And that made Crispin confused as fuck, like yeah he heard stuff abt the white Zorua in Opelucid, but he never thought he'd actually see the exact Zorua here inside his home, how did it even get here?? Nevertheless, the poor thing was scared, it looks like it's abt to cry too, so Crispin was helping it warm up to him and even calm it down

Imagine once he brings the Zorua to his room, it transforms to Drayton, fucking imagine how he'd react lmfao like nursing this Zorua back to health only for it to transform into one of your friends, and he starts crying saying he accidentally hurt his sister and how fucking terrifying Kyurem actually is up close, like, Crispin needed a minute to process everything cause holy shit one of his friends is actually a pokemon—

Then Iris is searching every corner of Unova to look for Drayton. Look, while he attacked her, she knows he was just scared, and her brother was still young y'know, and ofc he wasn't exactly human, who knows what people would do to him if they found out, and she fears what'd happen if the Shadow Triad or Ghetsis finds out abt what Drayton really is, so imagine her relief when one of Drayton's friends suddenly called her saying he's there at Virbank which made her confused as fuck too cause how the hell did he get there from Opelucid???

But yeah, Iris calling out her Hydreigon flying over to Virbank, found Crispin w Drayton w him but like,, he's a Zorua, being held by Crispin. Crispin giving her a sheepish look, saying Drayton already explained things to him. But also cbmdnd imagine how cute it'd be, Drayton just jumping from Crispin's arms to Iris', nuzzling her close, he missed her and ofc he's glad she isn't mad at him for attacking her. And she's there telling him that Kyurem didn't mean to scare him too, and Drayton knows that now, he can hear Kyurem's voice from within the Master Ball

Pls your honour a lil bit of soft, but also Iris making sure Crispin won't tell anyone abt Drayton's secret, and ofc he won't tell, why would he go against the fucking Champion of their region lmfao

#also #he wont do his friend dirty like that hahah #but also love that bc hes a h. zorua he can withstand the cold a bit and help the people of opelucid #that really helped a lot but damn it must haunt him too how he couldnt save the others #leaving them to their icy deaths #the same way he died too #bet that really haunts him in his sleep hahah #unova kids #an ask and an answer #anon #drayton angst anon #hisuian zorua drayton au

[blueberry-gills]

uhhhh heyy dude! You’re all ultraspacey, right?

I encountered a poipole recentlyish. My buddy Gladion (his mom researches ultra beasts. you may have heard of her- Lusamine?) gave me the documents that he had for them, but i. I don’t understand them.

soooo in short, could you explain the best way to train them, what they like, etc, in a way that a lazy high schooler could understand?

thank youuu :)

oh and ps. poipole drew this for ya! it’s kinda abstract, but they’ve got the spirit! [An image of one of Poipole’s drawings in the Polar Biome’s snow. It vaguely looks like a Celesteela. Vaguely.]

-Drayton

@arven-x-drayster-4ever

Ah! Hello, Drayton! (Alola?) Yes, I do believe I've heard of Lusamine! She's the one who...uh...she's the President of the Aether Foundation, no? And also the catalyst that led to the Blinding One nearly swallowing all of Alola's light???? I think????

Anyway! Poipole! That's wonderful! ^<^ Don't worry, they're one of the easier Ultra Beasts to handle. Still. Still not like easy easy. But. You know. 👍👍👍

You train them like you would any high- matainence Pokemon, for the most part! Plenty of exercise, fresh air, etcetera- but not nesciarsrily in broad daylight! Poipole aren't used to the sun's rays at first, so you can actually damage their skin/exoskeleton. It usually heals, but still! Just be slow with introducing natural light to them, and they should eventually adjust!!

Also!! Poison!! They tend to make a lot of it, especially at a younger age, to spray at enemies...(and just normal people too :<) the stuff is incredibly potent, especially for normal humans. I'd reccomend just gently reinforcing the idea that spraying people with a Venom Drench is bad, actually! ^_^

(And that drawing is adorable! What a wonderful...Celesteela? Pheromosa? Probably the former, hah)

#ask answering! #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblr #pokeblogging #rotomblr #milkyway myosotis event #dillisk posting

[kitakami-zorua-kin]

9, 10, 11, 33, 36!

Oh! Oh boy! Oh that's - that's a lot, hold on for - just a second-

9 - What type of battle strategy do you tend to use with your Pokémon? If you do contests or something else with your Pokémon, what is your preferred approach to that? I use a lot of weather strategies actually! I watched my Drayton battle a lot when I first got to this school since - well, dragon specialist and all - and decided to adapt that into something that would work well for the team I was building! Since I already knew I liked ice and dragon types, I focused heavy on blizzard strategies and snow/hail! But I've also been playing around with some fun things with my Altaria and Dipplin on the side, since - well, I'm no longer E4 and restricted to just one of my specialties :3

10 - Favorite Pokémon League champion? Uh. I don't... actually know...? I don't remember a lot of the League champions - but uh - oh, right, Dray talks a lot about Iris so... Probably her? I just - I just can't remember most of the Champions, sorry! :(

11 - Favorite gym leader? Once again, I don't - actually know a lot of them - um. Oh, I've watched some of the Galar stuff since it's televised, so - um, the ice gym leader there! It was, um.... something music related... Melody...? It was something close to that - Melony! Right, right, it was Melony!

33 - Have any of your Pokémon evolved? If so, what was in your opinion the most difficult one to evolve?  Yes! I caught all my team members in their first stages, so I've actually evolved all of them! You would think it'd be someone with an item evolution but finding ice stones is pretty easy in the Terarium, and - well. Autumn evolved himself, the little menace he is - so I think Taiga, maybe? Just because it takes a lot of experience and training.

36 - Which Pokémon took you the longest to bond with? Just answered that here!

#pkmn irl #ask russet - answered #ask game #russet responds #//i am so glad u r so curious about my little guy anon <3

[slasherhaven]

What about having a snow ball fight with the slashers please.🙏

The Slashers having a snowball fight with their S/O:

Thomas Hewitt

It’s honestly a miracle that it’s snowing, especially that’s it has snowed enough to cover the ground and make a snowball fight possible.

It’s also a miracle that you’re able to move, since Thomas always makes sure you’re all wrapped up in warm clothes before going outside.

He was outside, because of course Hoyt would order Tommy to carry out any outdoor chores while it was snowing rather than do it himself. You had gone out to get him, wanting him to take a break.

But...you had to take advantage of the snow, it was such a rare occurrence after all.

So you may or may not have gotten his attention by throwing a snowball right at his back. As soon as it hit him, he straightened and turned to you, looking at you like he was trying to figure out what just happened. 

When you hit him in the chest with another snowball and laugh, Thomas gets the idea. Picking up a snowball of his own and throwing it back at you, smiling when you just laughed as it hit you.

If the family saw, Hoyt would definitely have a problem with you both slacking on chores and go to scold you both for it. But Luda May would stop him, letting you both have your fun, she just likes seeing her son happy.

Afterwards, you can bet that he’s going to get you inside, wrap you in a fluffy blanket and get you a hot drink. You’ve just been playing out in the snow, he doesn’t want you to get sick.

Michael Myers 

It’s risky to throw anything at Michael, but you decided this risk was worth it.

You had managed to surprise him, hitting him in the shoulder with a snowball.

Time stilled as Michael tensed, slowly turning to you. In that moment, you weren’t sure if he was going to kill you or not.

Is the type of guy to just push you over into the snow, claiming that as victory.

But you just laugh it off, climbing back to your feet and making another snowball, throwing it at him again.

“Come on, Mikey. I’m just playing”

He’s honestly not too sure how to take it. He knows you’re playing, he didn’t think you weren’t...he’s just never had a snowball fight before. At least not that he could remember, if he had, he was very young and doesn’t even remember it.

If you do manage to get Michael to play long, he doesn’t hold back. You didn’t know a snowball could actually hurt but he manages it, the throw a little too aggressive. Don’t take it personally, he just doesn’t know any other way.

Jason Voorhees

Like Tommy, Jason also always makes sure that you’re dressed appropriately for the snow.

He’s already worried about you wandering around the forest in the snow, but that’s why he’s right beside you.

He’s honestly just startled when the first snowball hits him in the chest, looking at you with slight surprise on his eyes.

Of course, he knows you mean no harm, just giggling to yourself as you played around with him.

He’ll join in pretty quickly, making a snowball of his own and throwing it back at you. 

Just a very light-hearted snowball fight that ends with him sweeping you up in his arms to head back to the warmth of the cabin. 

Afterwards, he’ll carry you back to the cabin, wrap you up in various blankets, and get you a hot drink. He doesn’t want you getting sick.

Brahms Heelshire

It’s not too bad living in the Heelshire manor during the winter. It’s a large but old house, so it can be difficult to heat the whole thing but it’s always cosy in the lounge, in front of the fire.

And there’s nobody else around, which means that you and Brahms get to enjoy the snow that has formed a thick blanket over the grounds.

Honestly, it could be either of you that throws the first snowball. 

Either way, the other is quick to join in.

The two of you laughing loudly and running around the large garden while throwing snowballs at each other.

Brahms hasn’t done this since he was a kid, before the fire. So, he’s having a lot of fun, just getting to relive those lost childhood memories.

Afterwards, you both go inside to sit in the cosy living room, wrapped in blankets with cups of hot chocolate in your hands.

Bo Sinclair 

The winter months are always quieter in Ambrose and snow pretty much meant nobody came by and none of you expected them too. But there were still things to do around town, you couldn't let everything get too run down over the winter.

You definitely throw the first one (if you’re brave enough) and he isn’t pleased at all.

“What the hell was that?” okay, so he’s not going to play along like his brothers...

He might throw one snowball at you, just to get revenge, but still tell you not to try anything like that again.

Honestly, if you want a good snowball fight, just go find Lester. Bo will get jealous of this but just sulk about it rather than join you.

Vincent Sinclair 

Okay before we start anything, just picture Vincent all wrapped up in a comfy sweater, scarf, and a hat. All of which you probably insisted on because you have to make sure your man doesn’t get sick. He’ll probably do the same to you, to be fair.

You’re the one who throws the first snowball, catching him by surprise, making him turn to you and tilt his head curiously.

“Come on, if Bo is sending us out in this weather for things that could totally wait until it stops snowing, we can at least make the most of it” 

How could he argue with that?

So, the chores that Bo gave you both might now get done until tomorrow, but the two of you would have a very fun snowball fight.

It’s good to get Vincent to be more playful and focus less on work, if you weren’t around, he’d never give himself any free time for silly things like this.

Lester Sinclair 

When it started snowing, you and Lester just decided to stay at him, avoiding going into Ambrose as much as you could.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t go outside, you still went out, letting Jonesy play in the snow.

Either you or Lester could throw the first snowball. He would totally throw one at you when you weren’t looking to surprise you, but then it’s war.

The two of you in the woods, taking cover behind trees and throwing snowballs at each other.

Jonesy in the middle, jumping up and trying to catch the snowballs.

Once all three of you have worn yourselves out, you head back to the house, getting dry and warm. The two of you cuddled up on the couch in front o the fire with the dog on your laps.

Bubba Sawyer 

Again, it’s honestly a miracle that it’s snowing, especially that’s it has snowed enough to cover the ground and make a snowball fight possible.

You threw the first snowball but Bubba was quick to get the idea and throw one back at you, already laughing with you. It doesn’t snow much here at all so Bubba is having a great time.

It starts off pretty light-hearted and playful...until his brothers catch you.

As soon as ChopTop and Nubbins see the two of you, they grab their coats and rush outside to join in. That’s when it gets a little more chaotic, but you wouldn’t change it for anything.

You and Bubba team up against them, making the once innocent snowball fight even more competitive.

Afterward, you all hold back laughs as Drayton scolds you all. Then Bubba makes hot drinks for you all to warm up. Finally, it’s just the two of you again to cuddle and get warm.

Billy Lenz 

Hey! You finally got this shut in out of the house, well at least into the garden.

It could be either of you that throws the first snowball.

Either it’s you trying to get him to just play around, or him giggling when you gasp at the sudden cold impact.

It doesn’t really matter, either way, you’re both ending up in a rather energetic snowball fight.

The two of you could just end up rolling around in the snow, laughing together.

Ending the day all wrapped up together, with hot chocolate and a good movie.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

As soon as you throw the first snowball and it hits him, he just pauses and sighs. You have to be kidding...

As soon as he turns to you, you know that you’re in trouble.

He’s probably the least like to join in a snowball fight with you, but catch him on a good day and really plead with him to just have some fun and he might. It’s unlikely though, to be honest.

He might throw one, hitting you in the back of the head. Both to play along slight but mostly as a warning to not do that again.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

You throw the first snowball, making Jesse pause and turn to you, tilting his head to the side quizzically. Did you really just throw a snowball at him?

Normally he might consider himself to be above something like this, but you’re his weak spot. So, he’ll indulge you.

If you want to have a snowball fight, you’ll have a snowball fight, damn it.

He just likes giving you want you want, so he’ll sigh and give in, throwing one back at you. It’s worth it when you smile brightly like that.

Will make sure to get you warm and take care of you afterwards so that you don’t get sick.

Otis Driftwood 

Yet again, it’s honestly a miracle that it’s snowing, especially that’s it has snowed enough to cover the ground and make a snowball fight possible.

Otis complains about the cold, but you just roll your eyes at him, he can complain about anything if he’s in a bad mood. 

It’s possible that either of you throw the first snowball.

If you do it, you’re being playful, wanting to start a harmless little snowball fight.

When Otis throws the first one, it’s to make you jump or make you pay attention to him.

Will sulk if you manage to hit him in the face, thought it doesn’t take much to get him to accept your apology...then pushing you into the snow as revenge.

Baby Firefly 

And again, it’s honestly a miracle that it’s snowing, especially that’s it has snowed enough to cover the ground and make a snowball fight possible.

It could be either of you that throws the first snowball, both with purely playful intentions.

The two of you quickly start an innocent snowball fight. It doesn’t snow often around the Firefly house hold so of course you’re both going to take advantage of it.

Otis just shakes his head at you both when he sees you, leaving you both to it.

Baby is definitely going to playfully tackle you to the snow at some point, giving you a quick kiss as an apology.

Yautja (Predator)

You definitely throw the first snowball because he might not even know what a snowball fight is. 

So, he’s a little confused as to why you are weaponing snow against him.

Once you explain it to him, he get’s it and is on board, 

Warning: his aim is extremely impressive, he never misses. And if he doesn’t want you to hit him, you’re not going too.

He takes mercy on you though, making sure the playing field is fair.

He doesn’t actually take it all that seriously, this is one of those times that his more playful nature comes out. So, it’s surprisingly light-hearted and, of course, a lot of fun.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

[authcrwriites]

to be added to the blog roll;

sometime this weekend or early next week,  but i will still be writing them,  so please feel free to yell at me about plotting !!

billy butcher ( the boys / karl urban ) 

soldier boy / ben ( the boys / jensen ackles )

rick lipton ( jean-luc bilodeau )

billy hargrove ( dacre montgomery )

debbie wheeler ( original muse, stranger things / crystal reed )

adam morningstar ( lucifer,  dceu based / michael cimino )

tyler lockwood ( tvd / michael trevino )

matthew fairchild ( froy gutierrez )

will herondale ( luke newton )

james herondale ( joseph quinn )

asher barnes ( original muse, marvel / joe keery )

gareth gomez ( stranger things,  michael cimino )

chrissy cunningham ( stranger things, nikki noumel ]

arlene statura ( star wars, jessie mei li )

susan pevensie ( ouat / poppy drayton )

ben braeden ( spn / joe keery )

brodie mcgowan ( dc / supergirl / colin donnell )

charlie novak ( spn oc / tom blyth )

sejanus plinth ( tbosbas / josh andrés rivera )

coriolanus snow ( tbosbas / tom blyth )

lucy graybaird ( tbosbas / rachel zegler )

billy taupe ( tbosbas / joseph quinn )

guidelines under the cut !!

main;

this is an extremely private & selective ( mutuals only ) multimuse blog featuring multiple fandoms ( and lots of assholes ).  you can call me yoda !! the muse is 31 but the ages of the characters rage from 14 to...the beginning of time.   there will be nsfw content present but NONE of it will contain any of underage muses.    if you do write such things then you will be reported & hard blocked,  no one needs that shit.

starters / plotting;

i promise i don’t bite !! except if my husband asks me to bite him.   if we’re mutuals and you have an idea,  please do yell at me !!  i just ask that you look at the subjects / triggers & face claims i don’t interact around.  it doesn’t matter how old the starter call is,  feel free to like it,  but if it takes more than a few days then please let me know which muse you want a thing from.  i love plotting as much as winging it  !! please don’t be discouraged if i’m only replying to one or two threads at once as sometimes the muse can be fickle,  i will try and get back to replies with in a week unless life gets in the way.

trigger warnings;  

things that i ask you please tag;   anything involving sexual abuse ( especially csa ),  incest,  suicidal thoughts / ideation.   things that will be present on this blog;  violence,  ptsd,  period typical homophobia,  death.

tags;   violence cw,  violence tw,  ptsd cw,  ptsd tw,  homophobia cw,  death cw,  abuse cw.

nothing will be complete detail,  any of the more triggering parts of their stories will be on the bio pages rather than threads.  if it is in a thread then it will be something along the lines “with all that had happened in the past...”  i

if a muse does something then it doesn’t mean i condone it,   there are some villainous muses on this blog and there are some “controversial” muses i write with.   i don’t care if you don’t want to write with these characters,  just don’t follow or softblock if i follow you.  

in saying that,  if it DOES involve a character who has committed csa then a hard block will happen right away.  

face claims i won’t write against;

please note that while i won’t write against these fc’s that it doesn’t mean i care if you use them (unless they’ve done something truly heinous),  they just make me uncomfortable for one reason or another.   so if you still want to write that muse with me,  please just use an alternate fc OR we can plot with other muses.   other faces will probably added as the brain gets fuzzy,   you can ask questions,  but there won’t be a whole lot of detail as some reasons have to do with my trauma.

scarlett johansson.

taylor swift.

justin bieber.

rebecca lee mader.

another note;  if you’re using underage faceclaims for  NSFW  content then i won’t follow at all and you will be hard blocked.

#[ ; out of character ; ] #[ ; to be added ; ] #[ ; pinned post ; ]

[fluffybunnyartist]

could you do Jason, Bubba, Michael, and Brahms with an s/o who loves babies and gushes over the boys baby pictures?

JASON VOORHEES

While cleaning out the cabin to help refurbish it you come across a little hand stitched book. It looked like a lot of love went into it. It said Jason Voorhees on it and his birthdate. You sat down on the floor and flipped it open. You see pictures of baby Jason all taken by his mom. You coo at one particularly cute picture of Jason dressed up as a bunnh for Halloween. Jason hears you and sees what you have and hes filled with joy and fear. Joy that something from his mom is found and fear at how you'll react to his face. You see him and grin.

"Jason! You're so cute!" You giggle. "Maybe, maybe one day we could have one?"

You looked up at him with so much love in your eyes. He knew you wanted a baby. He knew how badly you wanted one. Your reaction to his baby pictures sealed it. He nodded.

MICHAEL MYERS

You were digging through the attic. Both the Myers family's junk was still up there as well as your own when you moved in. You bumped into a box and a book fell out. It looked like a family album. You read the cover. . Its Michael's baby album!

"Aw Michael!" You squeal and he at you from his place on the window sill. "You're so cute! Oh my gosh look at your little clown costume! You know our kids would be just as cute as you!"

He froze and then nodded at you. He stood up and grabbed you. You got carried to the bedroom.

BUBBA SAWYER

You were helping Drayton clean up the wild house. Bubba was off his knows where with the twins while you two were picking up. You find a dirty folder and opening it you see pictures of children. An older brother twins and the youngest. A cute chubby little boy.

"Is this Bubba when he was a baby?"

Drayton took a peek.

"Yea. Even as a baby he was a big'un."

"Hes so cute and sweet looking! What a cute baby!" You hear Bubbas curious babbles. "Bubba, why didnt you tell me how cute you were as a baby?"

He blushes under his mask as you make your way towards him. You take his large hands in yours.

"You know we have to have kids now right?"

He squeals happily and hugs you tightly.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms knew you wanted a baby. But he didnt like it or want one. All your attention would go to the baby! One day he notices you were gone off somewhere. So he slips through the walls and peek out. He sees you reading a book? No snow album! You look so happy though? He slips out of the wall to confront you.

"What are you doing?"

"Just looking at the cutest baby in the world!" You chirp.

"That's my baby book!"

"Exactly! I dont understand why you dont want kids." You smile and look down at the pictures. "I think you'd be a good dad and our kid would be such a cutie!"

"Maybe."

#michael myers x reader #michael myers #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #slasher x reader #slasher

[corinthbayrpg]

NAME. Amaratha Othonos AGE & BIRTH DATE. Currently 27, reincarnated on December 1st, 1993 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Kobalos OCCUPATION. Unemployed FACE CLAIM. Poppy Drayton

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: death, cannibalism, torture, suicide, slavery mention ) Amaratha was the older sibling of two, born in a small village outside of Thebes. But the village was different from the rest of the Greek world, where the taboo was celebrated, and none so revered as Dionysus. The cultists worshiped the god of madness above all others, spreading his religion to anyone who crossed their paths, despite the open scorn and derision they received. Amaratha was no exception to this, a mischievous young girl who was devout in her faith, using her innocent appearance to lure in unexpecting travelers. Those who were not converted were offered as sacrifice to their god, the flesh turned into a feast as the people partook in depravity. The opinions of the small minded mattered little to her, for they had the favor of Dionysus, and lived only to please him and themselves. 

And so the god blessed their village, the cult they created in his worship. Though both Amaratha’s parents had passed on by that point, she and her brother received the blessing, becoming kobaloi along with the rest of their people. Grown into a young woman by that point, there was seldom she took more enjoyment out of than her newfound powers, spinning tales of horror and madness inside the minds of those that caught her ire. Men from Thebes who pursued her hand were quick to fall victim to her machinations, and her brother protected her from those inside the village that wished to claim her as well. Amaratha’s spirit was fierce and independent, and detested the thought of being tied down to anyone she felt undeserving — which was all of them. She remained unmarried her entire first lifetime, until the woman found her end in a wolf’s jaws. It was a messy, bloody thing, and in the end as she laid in the dirt struggling for her last breaths, it was done with the satisfaction of knowing the wolf had gone first. 

She came back in their village once again, only a few years later. A different family, this time, but her brother was still there as well, and once her memories came back it was as if nothing had ever changed. But nothing can last forever, particularly something built on the bones of madness and depravity. The end for life as they knew it came with the arrival of Philip ll of Macedon. The king had overtaken the city of Thebes, chaffing the freedom the cultists had grown accustomed to. It was through Amaratha’s meddling that the thought was put into the head of his bodyguard, a manipulation that led to Pausanias of Orestis striking back against the wrongs he had endured from his once-lover king. If only she could have known what the fallout of such actions would lead to. 

With Philip II dead, Thebes began to rebel against the rule of outside forces, denying Alexander the Great’s authority. The new king responded violently, and the city found itself no match to the strength of his army. Their entire village was razed, and those who had not died in the assault were to be sold into slavery. But Amaratha had no intentions of being taken quietly. She was always clever, and quick, and all it took was just one moment of distraction for her to jump to her feet and rush the closest soldier — but instead of attacking, the kobalos threw herself at him and impaled herself on his spear. Even if she had still been a human woman, without the knowledge of her reincarnation, there was no thought worse than to be at the mercy of the Macedonian soldiers, and so she took fate into her own hands. With such a mortal wound inflicted upon herself, she held no value as a slave anymore, and was left to choke on her own blood as the village that was her home burned to ashes around her. 

Her next cycle, she came back as the daughter of a powerful Athenian politician, who used Amaratha as little more than a bargaining chip to strike an alliance against his rival. But she was quick to leave such a life and her husband behind, the moment her memories returned to her. The kobalos went back to what was once her home, hoping to find some trace of where her people had been taken. Instead, all she found was ruins, and the truth of the matter was that she would not meet any of her kin again for nearly a hundred years. Perhaps it was fate, or simply coincidence that she and her brother would eventually end up in the same city, but the overwhelming relief of finding him again forged their bond even strong than it had been before; they remained together for the rest of that incarnation, and began devising methods to seek each other out in the ones that followed. 

But Amaratha never had any choice in where she would end up next, frustratingly. Nor the fact that the majority of her memories remained locked away until she reached adulthood. The more that time passed by, the more her reincarnations began to spread further across the world. And all the while, the woman still served Dionysus faithfully, even though he never offered anything in return again, not even a word. She spread chaos and discord wherever she went, creating problems where none existed simply for her own entertainment. From commoners to kings, no one was safe from Amaratha’s influence if she had the means to influence them. 

One of her favorite lifetimes happened to be in Russia. Her name had been Tomila Fedotovna at the time, and her typically dark tresses had turned nearly as white as the snow that covered the ground. The year was 1,560, and Ivan IV Vasilyevich had already settled into his reign. Though he had not yet earned the moniker that would follow him through history, Amaratha could see the tsar’s instability simmering beneath the surface, just needing the right push to come out. What a terrible thing it was, when his tsaritsa came down with a sickness in the summer, taken from the world before the turn of the next season. Poison, they whispered, and most importantly, the tsar believed so as well. His second and third wives followed in similar fashion, only stroking the paranoia inside Ivan the Terrible, which Amaratha all too happily provoked. While the tsar looked for enemies all around him, he never suspected the doe-eyed daughter of one of his boyars. 

She never did give him a moment’s peace, watching him descent further into madness with each atrocity, even the accidental murder of his own son. And when he finally died, all that was left of the Rurik dynasty was his feeble and ineffectual son Feodor. Though Amaratha had already died and reincarnated by the time of the last Rurik’s death, it was satisfactory enough to know that she had been the cause when her memories returned years later, as well as directly led to the Time of Troubles that wracked the country. 

And yet, perhaps one of the most important of her lives took place in the early 1800s England. She was Elizabeth, the daughter of a simple servant, and it was a life far less glamorous than those of times past, but the young girl was oblivious to such knowledge. All she knew was that she loved her father, and that they were going to live in a grand house with a kind man. It was nice, and happy for a time, until one evening she was awoken from her bed and taken away from the estate by the kind man. She was too young to know the details at the time, but her father had died, he had said, and so he was going to take care of her now. She never thought to question the fact that throughout the entirety of her youth, he never changed, or ask for the truth of what happened that night. It was only when she turned eighteen that he sat her down and told her the truth; that he was a vampire, and indirectly led to the death of her father — of that life, as Amaratha was starting to get her memories back of who she used to be.

The two things coupled together were difficult to handle, and so the kobalos packed up what little things she could call her own and left. Off to think, to readjust, to slip into the skin of Amaratha again rather than Elizabeth. But it had been a long time since she had felt such familial affection, having not crossed paths with her brother in her two recent lifetimes, and she found herself missing the company of the vampire she had come to think of like a father. It took a few years of stubbornness, an attempt to return to her old life of detachment, before she gave in and sought him out again. There was comfort to be found in the fact that, despite her continued reincarnations, his immortality meant he could never truly be lost to her, once her memory returned each time. In each of her lifetimes that followed, she would always end up seeking him out again, even if they did not stay together the entire time. 

Because, as much as she loved her surrogate father, Amaratha still craved the belonging of her own people. Whenever rumors gained traction of someone with mythical abilities, she was quick to follow, in an attempt to locate her brother or the rest of their kin. It’s what sent her back to Russia, to track down a man known as Rasputin, where she found a witch that had captivated the people of Russia, including the empress. While not a kobaloi like she hoped, she still found great amusement in the mystic man, and the two formed a friendship that lasted until his premature death. 

It also led her to the door of a genasi in the 1980s, though that matter ended much worse for Mara. She forgot her own cardinal rule, the thing that kept her species protected — anonymity. For anyone who knew their tricks could no longer be deceived by them, and once she revealed the truth of herself to the person she thought a friend, a different side of them emerged. There had been a string of murders across the country, but she had not put two and two together until she found herself strapped down in his basement. What followed was excruciating, hours spent in torment, drawing out her pain for their enjoyment. It was in her last moments when, with a final bit of strength from her anger, Mara swore that she would come back for them and repay tenfold — the genasi smiled, and bid her good luck, before finally slicing her throat. 

Her most recent reincarnation happened in Spain, a child abandoned outside of a police station by parents that either couldn’t or didn’t want to keep her. Though she was quickly taken in by a local family, in the end it was not to be, and the girl ended up going into the foster system, where she would never be adopted out of. The name they gave her had been Daniela Marin, but it never felt quite right rolling off the tongue, even if she couldn’t figure out why. She was quick to return to her original name when the memories returned, and the first thing she did upon her reawakening was pay the genasi a visit, fulfilling the promise she made before her death; without the element of surprise, Mara proved a much greater adversary, capable of reversing any curse they attempted to throw at her, inflicting a much greater suffering than what she had endured. 

From that day on, she spent the next decade traveling around Europe, rebuilding her wealth and causing torment to those around her. She had plans to seek out both her brother and adoptive father, eventually, but they were fast-tracked with the sudden loss of her magic one day. Though her brother’s location had yet to be discovered, the vampire was much easier to track down, and it was concern for him that ultimately led Mara to Corinth Bay, unaware that what she’s sought after throughout all her lives also awaits inside.

PERSONALITY

+ fearless, resourceful, playful - impulsive, self-indulgent, devious

PLAYED BY Abby. CST. She/Her.

#taken #female #kobalos #poppy drayton #amaratha othonos

[ridreamir]

Dw I'm just uncultivated when it comes to fandom lol but I loved the lore!! Sinnoh and Unova's stories are so interesting... And you're right to write about Legends Arceus it's a fun (harsh) setting for an adventure. >:-)

He's freaking doing the heart thing with his hands!!! :OOOOOO Your art is so cute I'm freaking in love ;;;;o;;;;;;;; I don't usually share my own art/draw to post (I will when I'm a little better at art maybe) but since you drew amazingly for me twice I got to imagining a dripped out Drayton in a snowsuit as a thank you LOL I really like the black design you did and how puffy and comfortable he looked, you know how the games usually have a black and white version of the same thing? Have Drayton (white snowsuit) haha! Imagine there was a fourth secret DLC and he's wearing both outfits in the snow at some point (Field Trip to Sinnoh? Learning about Hisui in class since BB Academy usually focuses on battle studies and wants to branch out academically?) Man he's just so happy to be out in the snow with you hehe

And then at the end he gives you both Snowsuits for your player character to wearrrr aaaaaaaa

#pokemon #drayton pokemon #elite four drayton #pokemon scarlet and violet #the indigo disk #blueberry academy #fanart #thank you #pokemon black and white #pkmn

[peeves-a-legend]

Maximum Entropy

Original Fem!Elementalist x Wizarding World 

A.N. ~ Sooo... I made a new account finally!! And I wanted to restart my page with this piece that I had started a while ago. I hadn’t gotten around to finishing it, but I couldn’t let this idea slip through my fingers with the potential that it has (at least in theory lol). As of right now, the main love interest is undecided; I’m just going to let that unfold as a write. 

Summary ~ Beatrice Drayton is a fourth year at Arctosov Academy for Elementalists when a stranger comes searching for an alliance. Despite centuries of turmoil between hands and wands, she finds herself across the world, willing to work with the folk that bare wands. Harry isn’t the only one with a prophecy, and it just so happens that Drayton’s destiny relies on the success of Potter’s. End of HP book 4 and onward.

Warning ~ Language and probable violence (eventually)

Word Count ~ 4k

Chapter One

There are only a few days left of this term. Only a handful of classes left to study and then I’m free of academic duties for the summer. The bitter Canadian frost had finally submitted to the heat that the lengthened days brought, allowing the vast Boreal to bloom lush with green. Up until now, the school grounds remained in a turbulent state of snow, slush, and mud. Spring was honestly my least favourite time of the year. Maybe if the school was farther South I’d appreciate the season for what it’s worth, but sleet storms and the rapid amplification of mosquito swarms were all too common in the Northwest Territories prior to the sun and shine of the summer months.

I ran through the sun-lit halls of Arctosov Academy in a desperate attempt to get to class on time. It’s moments like this where I’m grateful for the sleek material of the uniform that hugs tight to my limbs and torso. When I was given the purple and black spandex in first year I complained about the tight-fit jumpsuit till I was blue in the face. It’s so itchy. I’ll freeze come wintertime in this cloth. It’s too tight. Blah, blah, blah. Little did I know that I would eventually praise the aerodynamic nature of it when gliding through the crowded corridors.

 The halls of the school were simple, straight passageways that stacked 13 floors high, etched into the side of one of the many mountains that framed the expansive waters of Great Bear Lake. The walls that continued with the face of the mountain were made of tall, clear diamond windows. The bottom of the diamond glass meets a white marble floor while the top of the smooth surface contrasts sharply against the jagged ceiling made of mountain rock. The wall opposite to the lake view was different on all 13 floors. For example, the 9th floor hall (the one that I am currently sprinting down) has a wall made of solid gold. It looks quite gaudy if you ask me. I much prefer the wall made of pure orange flames on the 4th floor. Along each of the distinctive corridors are doors that lead to different rooms that lay in the belly of the mountain. Classrooms, dorms, restrooms, the gym, the dining hall, the kitchen, the library, multiple training rooms, and so on. The only routes that connect each parallel floor to each other are the stairwells that resided at either end of the halls.

 As I dodge through bodies, I can’t help but curse my luck. Not even a time-turner could spare me a few moments of peace between classes that I have back to back and over each other. My brothers and my friends tell me I’m just being dramatic, but it’s not like they would actually know the stress of going through the amount of training that I’m subjected to. To think that I’m only in fourth year!

 I reach the last door on the opposite side of the hall that I entered from and swiftly glide through the misty veil that floats where a door would be placed anywhere else in the world. Arctosov is all about the dramatics when it comes to decor. As soon as the frothy air clears I’m met head on with a group of fifteen or so third, fourth, and fifth year students standing in a large circle. My brother Zaidyn notices me first, taking a step over to make room for me in the ring. I mouth a silent thanks and he offers a small smile in return.

 Our attention is quickly turned to the tall and slender man that paces in the center of the group. At least he had stopped publicly addressing my tardiness every time I showed up to his class a little more than five minutes late.

 ‘…We will be spending a great deal of time in today’s lesson harnessing the energy in the room in combination with the particles that occupy this space,’ thin lips stated as narrowed eyes observed the group of students. ‘We will be conjuring vortex winds; a tornado if you will. But the key is to keep it controlled and clean. If I witness any funnels produced above the hip,’ Professor Turcoff said, addressing a poor third year directly now, ‘consider your Friday evening booked with a detention.’

 ‘Well he seems to be in a stellar mood today, don’t you think?’ Zaidyn huffed quietly enough so that only I could hear.

 ‘Absolutely.’

 ‘Want to work together?’ 

I nodded in response as the circle separated off into smaller groups setting to work. We found a less crowded area off towards the edge of the large circular room. All the training rooms are circular in shape with high steel walls, a steel floor, and a steel ceiling. It’s like being trapped in a tin can and we’re the beans. Cool beans, might I add.

 ‘Now I want you all to focus,’ Turcoff said firmly over the mild chattering that circulated in the room. ‘I don’t just want you to start pushing the molecules around in your vicinity. I want you to feel them. Connect with them. Turn the gases into a fifth limb. Then, and only then, will you have total control.’

 With that, I closed my eyes and opened my palms at my side. This was always my favorite part of conjuring magic. To just feel the vibrations of the atoms that are at my mercy for manipulation. The fluid motion of the air as it swirls around each finger, catching ever so slightly on the craters of my fingerprints. The fuzzy, almost ticklish sensation when my skin radiates deep crimson and ripe orange flames. When I suck the moisture from the air that is plentiful, turning the vapours into a blanket of water that obeys at my command. The deep and gyrating rumble that surfaces from all four sides of the room that I’m standing in, mountain rock waiting to collapse if I let it.

 But the others wouldn’t understand, you see. For the individuals that attend this very class with me cannot feel the lick of a flame. They cannot consume the hydrogen and oxygen in the atmosphere that is necessary for the flickering lattice of its corresponding liquid. They cannot part the earth at its surprisingly brittle seams, only to allow greenery of sorts to erupt from deep within those cervices. They can only control the air that streams gently over the purple fabric of our jumpsuits. Of course, there are other things that all benders are capable of, but the limit of those abilities is always an arm’s reach away.

 All because of one silly chromosome.

 Now’s a great time to mention that I’m the only girl in a school full of boys. Why? Because I’m the first female bender that had been born in over 4000 years. The third one ever, to be exact. For whatever rhyme or reason it is extremely rare for a female bender to be conceived, to the point where it is literally unheard of. At least until my existence, that is. 

All male benders pass down their elemental ability to the children they procreate. If a son is born, he will take after his father’s magic. So will his sons, and his sons’ sons. But if a daughter is born… it’s a slightly different story. 

Female benders harness power differently than their male counterparts. They are able to tap into magical stores that allow access to all areas of elemental manipulation, rather than a single vault. We assume it has to do with the fact that the first bender was a woman herself. Born from the earth and nurtured by the universe, or however that story goes. 

But why are female benders so scarce? Nobody really knows. I personally think it’s a method to mediate power. I could not even begin to imagine a world filled with all-powerful women with a temperament like mine. The globe would combust in a matter of seconds. Nuclear, man.

 I open my eyes and witness a knee-height funnel of air directly in front of me, swirling gently in a clockwise coil. With a slight curl of my fingers, the twister begins to steadily grow till it’s at the height of my belly button.

 ‘That’s tall enough, Ms. Drayton.’ But I wasn’t going to feed it any more than I already had. I am in control. The particles will not control me. I look to my brother who has also mastered the task at hand, posture poised with a satisfied smirk playing at his lips. The rest of the room seemed quite confident as well, mind a few individuals who had let the wind get away on them.

 The rest of class seemed to be swept away and before long I’m reaching into the skin-hugging collar of my jumpsuit to retrieve the time-turner from around my neck. Four down, only eight more classes to go till dinner. Kill me now.

 When I started school in first year, I was beyond excited to learn how to let my powers flourish. But if somebody would have told me that I would be taking four times the amount of school work as every other student at Arctosov, I think it’s fair to say that my enthusiasm wouldn’t have peaked so high. It is partially my fault though. I had been advised to extend my school years to double the standard duration. Unfortunately, fourteen years fell onto deaf ears. 

Finding shortcuts is my specialty. 

At least some classes are mandatory for all students, like elemental and magical history, calculus, magical and muggle variations of physics and chemistry, and other basic level classes that focus on universal bender abilities. I guess that knocks a couple extra classes off my horrendously long list of academic requirements. Unfortunately, that still leaves quite a hefty load of ability-specific classes on my plate.

 ~

 The day couldn’t have gone any slower. I mean, it was all fine and dandy until some imbecile pissed off Professor Yawny in Flora Manipulation. The idiot conjured a garden of nettle and didn’t know how to retract the growth, which ultimately led to the suffering of some unsuspecting bystanders. Got a hive or two myself, but nothing compared to the group of students that took the brunt of it on the front line. This little stunt earned the class a ten-page essay on retracting plant growth and the dangers of uncontrolled herbage. Honestly, just what I needed.

 As soon as the last period bell chimed (for the third time today), I quickly chucked my notebook and ballpoint into my bag and hurried out of Atomic Theory. I always change out of my jumpsuit before dinner. I hate eating in clothes that expose my well-fed stomach. 

I make my way up to the thirteenth floor to access my dorm. The thirteenth floor is by far the coziest of them all. Instead of cleared and pristine halls, upon entering the corridor one is met with a scattered array of sofas, tables littered with magical and muggle games, bookshelves cluttered with various paperback and hardcover copies, and the single Jadeite wall lined with primarily hockey and quidditch posters. A stereo plays some top muggle hits; the audio competes for volume with the crackling sounds that emit from the large pit in the centre of the hall where a seven-foot high flame resides. There are only two doors carved into the green wall: the girl’s and the boy’s dorms. 

The boy’s dorm is essentially a revolving door. People are always filing in and out of the community space. The girl’s dorm on the other hand was simply built out of respect. They never expected anybody to occupy the space, but knew that even though the chances were slim, a female student might enrol one day or another. Thank God for those engineers’ prognostic train of thought, otherwise I’d be either bunking in the fifth-floor supply closet or with a bunch of dudes.

 Weaving my way around a collection of occupied ping-pong and pool tables, I move quickly not to interfere with the final plays of said matches. These boys tend to get cranky with hunger and exhaustion during the final countdown before supper. The steady sound of the hall dies as I pass through the veil that mists over the entrance to the girl’s dorm. It’s a plain space, but what can I say, I’m the only chick to enter this part of the underground school. I’ve managed to liven the place up with some creeping vines and flowers along the tall, straight marble walls that lead to several bedrooms and baths. Even though the hall is meant to appear light and spacious, the lack of fellow roommates makes this place feel more than empty. Like a blank sheet of lined paper, everything here remains untouched and waiting for scuffs and scrapes of wear, something to push its clean order into the hands of disorder. 

Chaos theory loves to make a mess of things.

 I swing through the eighth door on the right into the space that I had claimed as mine. I got rid of the other three unoccupied beds and transformed the room into one that I could proudly call my home away from home. Just like every other room in the school, the dorm is circular, so placing furniture in a way that I didn’t hate turned out to be a real pain in my ass. It took me all of first year to decide where I wanted to place my bed, my desk, and my wardrobe in relation to the door. Once I figured that out, the rest was quite fun. Potted plants invade any and all counter space available in the room, while little knick knacks can also be spotted within the jungle. The skylight ceiling illuminates the white brick walls, casting an intense glare to any prying eyes above the diamond-glass. I think it’s chic.

 I rummaged through my wardrobe for a pair of blue jeans, sneakers, and my royal purple Arctosov crested pullover. One look in the full-length mirror, quickly fixing my hair to get it up and out of my face, and I set off towards the dining hall. I was at the top of the thirteen flights of stairs when a hand closed around my shoulder, slowing my quick pace.

 ‘In a rush are we, ‘B’?’ Jaxon. The only person in this school foolish enough to get between me and my awaiting meal. I sped up, forcing the gangly fourth year to keep stride.

 ‘You try tack on eight extra classes to your schedule. See how you fair come dinner time.’

 ‘I think you’re just complaining for pity,’ he teased, meeting my rib with his elbow. ‘“Look at me, the most powerful being alive. Tired, stressed, and hungry! You have no idea what it’s like to be so damn awesome all the time! It’s exhausting! I –”’ My hand shot out to push Jaxon off balance, nearly sending him down the last couple stairs in the flight we were walking down.

 ‘Your impression of me is beyond inaccurate.’

 ‘And your muscles are beyond underestimated,’ Jaxon shot back with a smirk, rubbing his arm where I contacted him with the blow. ‘Didn’t know you possessed the power of super-strength as well.’

 ‘Like you said, I’m just so damn awesome.’ Our grins mirrored each other as we bounded down the rest of the steps to the first-floor dining hall. This is how our banter went most of the time. It was quick, it was witty, it was smooth. He always knows just how far to push to elicit a shove back, and I always shove back. But he also knows when he’s about to push too far. Rarely ever had we actually fought with one another. In the last four years of school, we’ve only actually fought once, and that’s a story nobody talks about anymore. It was stupid, but it was explosive, and I mean literally explosive. Jaxon is a fire bender, so I’m lucky that I have the ability to take the heat. The library shelves that surrounded us during the dispute… well, they didn’t survive. 

Jaxon was my best friend. A brother. Nothing more, nothing less. In my eyes at least.

 Like cattle, students were milling into and about the dining hall trying to find a place to sit at the single spiral table that coiled into the center of the round room. Purple banners bearing our school crest hung from the high rock ceiling, flashing the menacing stare of the Kodiak that was featured in the heart of the emblem. The student body had encountered a few of the rather large bears during my years at the academy. I never thought I’d ever get the chance to witness such fear amongst a group of insufferably cocky teenage boys, and I loved every second of it. Bunch of pansies.

 ‘B!’ My attention is quickly captured by my two brothers sitting in the middle of the spiral of students. Jaxon and I walk down the winding aisle to sit in front of Zaidyn and Treston, who have also changed out of their uniforms. It is only when we take our seats that I realize that something is definitely not right.

 ‘Hey guys, why the long faces?’ I ask, hesitation evident in my wavering tone. If Treston looks startled, then something big must have happened. This sixth year is not easily phased. 

A couple of our other friends join the group, sitting on either side of Zaidyn and myself. They also become attentive to the tension held within the conversation. Bret and Oscar share a look between themselves then with me, silently looking for an explanation. I simply shrug my shoulders. 

This is weird.

 Treston is the first to speak. ‘Didn’t you hear?’

 ‘Hear what?’ Jaxon and I replied in unison.

 ‘One of them is here,’ Zaidyn continued. ‘Apparently wants to give a speech or something after supper. Not sure what about though.’

 ‘What do you mean here?’ snaps Jaxon. ‘I thought that they weren’t allowed on our turf?’

 ‘Yeah, I’m sure they wouldn’t appreciate it if someone of our kind went poking a nose over the fence,��� Oscar added. Zaidyn simply shook his head in shock. ‘I mean, legally they can’t be here, right? Documentation exists for a reason –’

 ‘Documentation is nothing but a piece of paper and a couple of lousy signatures. Words mean nothing to them. They’ve always turned their backs on allies and their own. Don’t you ever pay attention in Magical History?’ It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but I can still see how my sharp words stung Oscar. He’s always had too much pride for his own good, especially when it comes to his grades in school. His glare notified me that I’d hit a weak spot.

 ‘Alright ladies, claws away,’ Bret chimed in. Always there to referee, but it’s usually Jaxon and I that he tries to simmer down. ‘I know it’s news that none of us want to hear, but if it’s true then we have to keep our heads on our shoulders and on a swivel. I can’t see anything good coming out of this, and I know neither can any of you,’ he said addressing the quiet group.

 ‘All I’m saying is that agreements were made for a reason. If they hadn’t been made, then the magical world would be in a completely different state as of right now. They should be considering themselves lucky that they aren’t extinct,’ Oscar sighed. I had to agree with him there. ‘Our ancestors were patient and wise, which is why we lost so much blood to the wands. But too much animosity had festered for far too long, and quite frankly I don’t consider myself patient or wise. You can’t tell me today’s generation would be so kind as to forgive and forget.’

 Oscar was right and we all knew it. Everybody in the hall knew it, too. We may have forgiven them, but we sure as hell have not forgotten. We are reminded every day we walk through these halls – the only halls on the planet that houses students of our kind. The number of benders left was a thought to make my blood run cold. Although, we are making a comeback; slowly but surely. I gave Oscar a small half-understanding, half-apologetic smile.

 Before I could add anything further to Oscar’s words of truth, a lavish dinner appeared on the table below our chins. Elk roast, wild salmon, kale salad, stuffed mushrooms, and more. I prayed that saskatoon pie was being served for dessert later in the evening. The apprehensive atmosphere quickly dissipated as we dug into our grub. Frowns were replaced with filled-cheek smiles, and the uneasy silence was enveloped in hearty laughter. Talk of the latest playoff news and summer plans seemed to entertain the table enough to keep the conversation going. It was interesting being a part of the guy’s gossip sessions during meals. Not that I would actually call it gossip; maybe more along the lines of petty pissing contests. Wouldn’t be the first time I sat through a mine’s bigger than yours argument.

 It was when our Headmaster stood up from the semi-circle teacher’s table at the back of the hall that the reality of the situation set in once again. Professor Fobert never has to gather the attention of the many eyes leering in anticipation, for their focus was already on him. Fobert’s aura demanded one’s gaze, it did not ask. He was tall, sternly featured, and looked tough as nails. His black-scaled tunic wrapped snugly around his torso, making the greying man look ready for battle at a moment’s notice. When the hall’s sound died down, all that could be heard was the vibrations from deep within the mountain’s abdomen, rock waiting to respond to our Headmaster’s request.

 ‘Good evening, students. I shall speak frankly and I shall speak clearly, that way you will not misunderstand what I am about to tell you.’

 Well that’s a new introduction.

 ‘I have never assumed any of you as naive, therefore I refuse to start now.’

 A very new introduction.

 ‘Most of you are aware that we have a guest joining us this evening. A guest that has come from overseas to speak to you all.’ It seemed as though our Headmaster couldn’t speak quickly enough. Every student in the room was now perched on the edge of their seat, listening intently for the next words to leave Fobert’s mouth. We knew where this was going, but nobody wanted to acknowledge the elephant in the room. 

Fobert opened his mouth to speak again, but words never escaped. Instead, a toothy grin tightened the flesh around his chin, and his eyes looked over the heads of the students sitting before him. Naturally, we all turned our heads in the direction of our superior’s gaze towards the entrance to the hall.

 If the hall was quiet a moment ago, it sure as shit wasn’t anymore. We didn’t even need a second take to confirm our suspicion.

 The man was about the same height as Professor Fobert, but the age difference was quite notable. Where Fobert was steeled with sharp middle-aged wear, the other man appeared worn with the drooping and sagging lines of old-age. He did not wear a tunic and pants, but a floor-length grey robe that matched the colour of his long, neatly kept beard. The cuffs on his sleeves tapered off in the shape of a bell at the knuckles of his boney fingers.

 Only people of wizarding blood dressed like that.

 ‘Albus!’ 

#harrypotter #hogwarts #wizardingworld #ronweasley #hermionegranger #albusdumbledore #elementalist #voldemort #fredweasley #georgeweasley #ginnyweasley #nevillelongbottom #lunalovegood #ofc

[whenthisstoryendsarchive]

1ST RULE: Tag 9 muses you would like to know better. 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

MUSE: Elizabeth FC: Poppy Drayton OCCUPATION: Princess / Circus Attraction / Healer AGE: 20s / 115 SEXUALITY: Heterosexual PRONOUNS: She / her

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair / kind of

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship  ( verse dependent )

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know ( verse dependent )

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship  

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily  

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year ( verse dependent )

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling 

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone ( verse dependent )

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

tagged by: @heartlosttravelers

tagging: Anyone

#Outofsouls (Ooc) #He Took A Part Of Me (Headcanons) #Awww thank you hon~

[thebridgehqs]

Welcome to 1924 –  Snow White !! I hope you feel right at home here in Sydney. Before you get too comfortable and see what all our city has to offer, be sure to review our CHECKLIST. We’re so glad to have you with us, CC !!

Look who just woke up- is that POPPY DRAYTON? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s SNOW WHITE from DISNEY. I heard she is 24 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a  HAVING A GOOD CONNECTION TO ANIMALS; RAVEN HAIR AND PORCELAIN SKIN; POISONOUS APPLES impression. They’re known to be quite KIND but have a tendency to be GULLIBLE on their bad days.

#disney rp #snow white rp #animated rp #animation rp #thebridge: accepted #submission

[cheemken]

Been seeing all this drayton angst and im EATING IT UP!!!!! gamefreak was really cooking when they put the guy from opelucid "blasted with a giant ice beam" city in the snow biome of the terrarium, in a previous post you said he'd be at BBA at the time of the attack but what if he wasn't? What if he was stuck in the frozen town? (maybe trapped in his frozen over house)

He chose to station himself in the polar biome as exposure therapy because oh boy! he does not do well in the cold despite what he says about it not bothering him

I imagine he had a similar response to the cold/ice types like anime!iris does but of course less humorously and more traumatically!

He'd def mask his fear of the cold/ice types w/ jokes n such before skedaddling away "just because I'm not bothered by the cold doesn't I wanna stay here, it's not the best place for napping ya know"

DUDE YES CBMDBXDNND

Real shit he and his fam would have some sort of trauma over ice and snow and even the cold now for real, for fucking real. Opelucid really got the brunt of Plasma's attack, and I know that Drayden, Iris, and his parents told him to stay put, to hide inside the house, within the warmer rooms, just so he'd be safe. And like, he's young during the attack probs, imagine how that'd mess him up too, having to hide within the safety of your home while your family is in the front lines trying to save not only your city but the entire region. His sis especially, Iris probs hunted Plasma down, and had to made sure everyone else in the region was safe

But imagine if he really went out tho to at least try to help, what good is his strength as a trainer if he won't help right? And god just,,, him seeing the state Opelucid is in, how some people were frozen to death, some were struggling to warm themselves even w their pokemon, and there's still some Plasma grunts roaming around. His grandfather was fighting tooth and nail against the grunts, and even Zinzolin. The Frigate wasn't even around anymore, and he knows Iris is probably hunted them down to stop them too

Imagine how that fucked him up tho, that even after everything was settled, he hasn't forgotten abt the deaths, abt how cold it was, how helpless they all were

He doesn't interact w the pokemon in the biome that much, he hates how cold it is there, he's scared they'd use any ice attacks on him too. It didn't help, it didn't fucking help, Dragon types are weak to Ice. One good thing is that his Archaludon's Steel typing made Ice neutral, but sometimes that doesn't reassure him. There's always that lingering fear y'know, that Plasma will show up again and maybe attack the region again and he dreads the thought of it.

And even better bc in my hcs, Iris has Kyurem, she was the one who got him, the one who kept him. And y'know, as much as Drayton loves his sis, he absolutely hates how she has the pokemon that ruined their city. He knows it wasn't Kyurem's fault, he knows that, if anyone's to blame it's Team Plasma, but yknow, it's Kyurem's powers that made Opelucid a frozen hell scape

#but oughghg imagine him and iris using jokes to cope abt their experiences tho #they're just like me fr😭 #but ough your honour.... #pls.... imagine iris letting kyurem out for a bit too #and like #helping drayton be comfortable w him #and dray's really trying so so hard not to cry bc kyurem is a big and powerful pokemon #but hes trying yknow kyurem is his sis' pkmn now and kyurem wont attack him #right? #well he hopes not #pokemon hcs #an ask and an answer #anon

[monarchyhqs]

— power is power, will they rise or fall? the watchers council welcomes you to Welkin. whether you’ve come for peace or war, all will soon be made clear. please make sure you’ve had a look at our checklist and be sure to send in your account within 24 hours. 

aymeric xandros ( michiel huisman ) shadow knight of wheldrake (#2) —penned by kay

morrigan blackseer ( olga kurylenko ) high seer of zodine— penned by kay

carric elwynn ( kit harington ) mountaineer of nieves— penned by kay

ulrich aldebrand ( henry cavill ) lord of feyre — penned by ivan

sigrid tyr ( katherine langford ) princess of wheldrake — penned by bri

rhea carstairs ( keira knightley ) green knight of gullivere — penned by gracie

eleanora aldebrand ( charlotte hope ) lady of feyre — penned by gracie

taliesin ashdown ( max riemelt ) metalsmith of ceren nouv — penned by icarus

penellope ‘nell’ regwyn ( poppy drayton ) priestess of gullivere — penned by billie

nakana ‘kana’ teken’val ( dichen lachman ) shadow knight of wheldrake (#3) — penned by billie

brid regwyn ( essie davis ) high healer of gullivere— penned by nene

alys winnow ( amanda seyfried ) courtesan of welkin — penned by nene

sarazenya gaskell ( eva green ) apothecary owner of zodine — penned by wyn

marion alwyn ( evan rachel wood ) sorceress of wheldrake — penned by taylor

yasha vanelis ( anya chalotra ) siren of njoran — penned by taylor

calliana sarzaan ( florence pugh ) princess of njoran — penned by taylor

[ CISMALE / HE/HIS / MICHIEL HUISMAN / 40 ] — darkness calls to (AYMERIC XANDROS) of (WHELDRAKE). the (SHADOW KNIGHT) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (WAR). the watchers see (black leather stained with darker ichor, beads of sweat dotting battle-scarred flesh, the sweet scent of death lingering in the air, stolen kisses lined with flashing white teeth, the dense fog hanging over the moor during overcast) when (HE) is mentioned, and their ability to (MANIPULATE MOTOR-SKILLS) may be of interest to the council. (AYMERIC) has been said to be (COCKY & OBSERVANT) and also (DETACHED). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [KAY/EST/SHE/HERS/30]

[ CISFEMALE / SHE/HERS / OLGA KURYLENKO / 36 ] — darkness calls to (MORRIGAN BLACKSEER) of (ZODINE). the (HIGH SEER) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (NEAUTRALITY). the watchers see (the glitter of a thousand tiny jewels embroidered into the hem of silken skirts to mimic stars, the cool kiss of bold rings touching your skin by held hands, the judgmental stare of a sight-blind eye that still sees, the scent of tarot cards as they’re laid out before you, the raspy chuckle of a well-wise woman, & the soft tinkle of bone chimes) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to (DIVINE FATE) may be of interest to the council. (MORRIGAN) has been said to be (ENIGMATIC & SECLUDED) and also (DISMISSIVE). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [KAY/EST/SHE/HERS/30]

[ CISMALE / HE/HIS / KIT HARINGTON / 33 ] — darkness calls to (CARRIC ELWYNN) of (NIEVES). the (MOUNTAINEER) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (NEUTRALITY). the watchers see (the lingering, frozen scent of ice, a blanket of fresh, diamond white snow under the morning sun, knuckles littered with scars, the quiet humming of a lullaby from home under breath) when (HE) is mentioned, and their ability to (INDUCE FROSTBITE) may be of interest to the council. (CARRIC) has been said to be (DRIVEN & LOYAL) and also (SHELTERED). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [KAY/EST/SHE/HERS/30]

[CIS MAN / HE/HIM / HENRY CAVILL (tristan and isolde resources) / 25 ] — darkness calls to ( ULRICH ALDEBRAND ) of ( FEYRE ). the ( LORD ) has been in welkin for ( 3 MONTHS ) and still works towards their goal of ( WAR ). the watchers see ( furrowed and unkempt brows, pranks played on family, wet from playing in the rain, bruised and bloody knuckles, black eyes, and a reluctant hand placed on a shoulder ) when ( HE ) is mentioned, and their ability to ( MANIPULATE FIRE ) may be of interest to the council. ( ULRICH ) has been said to be ( HOT HEADED & PASSIONATE ) and also ( TROUBLESOME ). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [ IVAN / EST / HE/HIM / 25 ]

[ CIS WOMAN / SHE/HER / KATHERINE LANGFORD / 25 ] — darkness calls to (SIGRID TYR) of (WHELDRAKE). the (SHADOW PRINCESS) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (PEACE). the watchers see ( a girl cloaked in shadows vanishing right before your eyes , the sharp clang of metal meeting metal , dark storm clouds collecting overhead , a well loved altar dressed up with offerings ) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to ( MANIPULATE SHADOWS ) may be of interest to the council. (SIGRID) has been said to be (STRONG WILLED & LOYAL) and also (ABRASIVE). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [BRI / EST / SHE/HER / 23]

[FEMALE / SHE + HER / KEIRA KNIGHTLEY / 37 ] — darkness calls to (RHEA CARSTAIRS) of (GULLIVERE). the (GREEN KNIGHT) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (PEACE). the watchers see (  verdant forests and fields, bare feet on dirt and stone, the glint of a blade in slender hands, the crest of a bear, a haphazard smile, a steady, unwavering gaze  ) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability of (GEOKINESIS) may be of interest to the council. (RHEA) has been said to be (LIONHEARTED & QUICK WITTED) and also (STUBBORN). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [GRACIE/EST/SHE+HER/25]

[FEMALE / SHE + HER / CHARLOTTE HOPE / 26 ] — darkness calls to (ELEANORA ALDEBRAND) of (FEYRE). the (LADY PRINCESS) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (NEUTRALITY). the watchers see ( two shadows diverging at crossroads, flaming red hair neatly fastened back, pages of worn, well loved books, the sunrise staining the early morning sky with red and orange hues, a stiff upper lip, half-moons dug into palms by clenched fists ) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to ( CREATE & MANIPULATE FIRE ) may be of interest to the council. (ELEANORA) has been said to be (PROUD & SCRUPULOUS) and also (EQUITABLE). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [GRACIE/EST/SHE+HER/25]

[CISMALE / HE/HIM / MAX RIEMELT / 37 ] — darkness calls to ( TALIESIN ASHDOWN ) of ( CEREN NOUV ). the ( METALSMITH ) has been in welkin for ( THREE MONTHS ) and still works towards their goal of ( WAR ). the watchers see ( METAL MARBLES DANGEROUSLY ROTATING BETWEEN CALLOUSED FINGERS, IRON TRINKETS PLACED ON FALLEN TREES ALONG MAIN ROADS, THE GLOW OF ORANGE ON SWEAT GLAZED SKIN, THE SMELL OF LEATHER DOUSED IN SWEET CINNAMON AND AMBER ) when ( HE ) is mentioned, and their ability to ( METAL MANIPULATION ) may be of interest to the council. ( TALIESIN ) has been said to be ( MISCHIEVOUS & PERSISTENT ) and also ( RESERVED ). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [ ICARUS / EST / SHE/HER / 29 ]

[FEMALE  / SHE-HER / POPPY DRAYTON / 23  ] — darkness calls to (PENELLOPE “NELL” REGWYN) of (GULLIVERE). the (PRINCESS/PRIESTESS) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (PEACE). the watchers see ( ripe peaches and faded flowers; the smell of earth after it rains; misty sunrises  seen through open windows; echoing laughs in flower crowns ) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to (HEAL ) may be of interest to the council. (NELL) has been said to be (CALM, GRACEFUL) and also (NAIVE). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [BILLIE/GMT+10/SHE-HER/25]

[FEMALE  / SHE-HER / DICHEN LACHMAN / 34  ] — darkness calls to (NAKANA “KANA” TEKEN’VAL) of (WHELDRAKE). the (SHADOW KNIGHT) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (WAR). the watchers see ( wet sand and black ink; comfortable silences in the dark of early mornings; bruised and bloody knuckles; the memory of a shadow like something from a nightmare ) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to (CONJURING-SHADOW SPELLS ) may be of interest to the council. (KANA) has been said to be (GRACEFUL, SCRUPULOUS) and also (CRUEL). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [BILLIE/GMT+10/SHE-HER/25]

[CISFEMALE / SHE/HER / ESSIE DAVIS/ 55 ] — darkness calls to (BRÍD REGWYN) of (GULLIVERE). the (HIGH HEALER) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (PEACE). the watchers see ( gentle eyes and small smiles; a canopy of leaves and petals; light braids woven with flowers in bloom; the warmth of a mother’s love) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to ( MANIPULATE PLANTS ) may be of interest to the council. (BRÍD) has been said to be (KIND & PROTECTIVE) and also (RESENTFUL). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [NENE/CST/SHE/HER/21]

[CISFEMALE / SHE/HER / AMANDA SEYFRIED/ 30 ] — darkness calls to (ALYS WINNOW) of (CEREN NOUV/WELKIN). the (COURTESAN) has been in welkin for (FOUR YEARS) and still works towards their goal of (NEUTRALITY). the watchers see ( playful grins and loud laughs, tying cherry knots, a golden heart inside an iron cage, twisting a strand of hair on a finger) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to ( PROJECT AND CREATE SHIELDS OF IRON ) may be of interest to the council. (ALYS) has been said to be (ASSERTIVE & DETERMINED) and also (SHORT-TEMPERED). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [NENE/CST/SHE/HER/21]

[FEMALE / SHE&HER / EVA GREEN/ 41 ] — darkness calls to (SARAZENYA GASKELL) of (ZODINE). the (APOTHECARY OWNER) has been in welkin for ( 1 MONTH) and still works towards their goal of (NEUTRALITY). the watchers see ( gentle words leaving lips with each letter dripping honey yet come off as obscure murmurs; fingertips sinking into the dirt into the earth with a nurturing hand; the scent of poppy blossoms in the air) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to ( gain insight via divination  (limited ) ) may be of interest to the council. (SARAZENYA) has been said to be (BENIGN & VENTURESOME ) and also (ABSTRUSE). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [WYN/CST/SHE&HER/25]

[CIS WOMAN/SHEHER/EVAN RACHEL WOOD/THIRTY-TWO] — darkness calls to (MARION ALWYN) of (WHELDRAKE). the (SORCERESS) has been in welkin for (SIX WEEKS) and still works towards their goal of (WAR). the watchers see (hoard of black cats, fur lined cloaks, whispers of long forgotten ghosts, blood soaked dresses, and burning candles) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to (TBA) may be of interest to the council. (MARION) has been said to be (SHREWD & STUBBORN) and also (AMBITIOUS). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [TAY/EST/SHEHER/TWENTY]

[CIS WOMAN/SHEHER/ANYA CHALOTRA/TWENTY-FIVE] — darkness calls to (YASHA VANELIS) of (NJORAN). the (SIREN) has been in welkin for (A MONTH) and still works towards their goal of (NEUTRALITY). the watchers see (sound of crashing waves, stolen bags of golden coin, rusted swords, oversized feather pirate hats, and a longing for connection) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to (TBA) may be of interest to the council. (YASHA) has been said to be (EMPATHETIC & REBELLIOUS) and also (BRASH). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [TAY/EST/SHEHER/TWENTY]

[CIS WOMAN/SHEHER/FLORENCE PUGH/TWENTY] — darkness calls to (CALLIANA SARZAAN) of (NJORAN). the (PRINCESS) has been in welkin for (A WEEK) and still works towards their goal of (NEUTRALITY). the watchers see (the strain of a bowstring, eagle like vision, flowing blonde curls, an uncertainty in faith, layers of frills and torn lace) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to (TBA) may be of interest to the council. (CALLIE) has been said to be (KIND & TRUSTING) and also (CYNICAL). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — [TAY/EST/SHEHER/TWENTY]

#monarchy:accepted #appless rp #period rp #dark rp #fantasy rp