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sepublic · 10 months
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            I feel like Philip is fundamentally someone who dislikes people and then looks for some deeper moral justification, rather than the other way around. Because as the Titan says, Philip isn’t genuine; He’s someone who only believes in his delusion to be the hero.
         Some stranger named Evelyn shows up? Philip hates her and when he finds out she’s a witch, he latches onto THAT explanation to justify why he wanted her dead; It’s because Evelyn was an evil witch! Not because she took time with his brother Caleb, whom Philip felt entitled towards, away from him.
         Philip HAS to be right, he HAS to have the moral high ground whenever he dislikes a person; He can’t accept that he’s in the wrong, or even that neither party is wrong, they just don’t gel with each other! Because he has to be the hero. The vindication that Evelyn was secretly an evil witch, because everyone who disagrees with him is secretly evil, was something Philip latched onto for the rest of his life.
         Oh, Lilith broke his nose? It’s because she’s an evil, selfish witch! Not because Philip lied to and endangered Lilith and her niece Luz or anything! This world doesn’t bend over backwards for him? It’s because they’re evil. It’s a convenient excuse that makes Philip feel good, rather than something as mundane as “I just don’t like them.” Or “They just don’t like me.” Or even “I have to put in the work to convince them to like me, and even then I can’t actually force it.” Because that isn’t noble and grand enough for Mr. Hero Complex.
         It feels like a Chicken or the Egg situation, with how people discuss whether Philip was informed first by his belief in Puritan scripture, which then informed his hatred, or the other way around. Me, I see it as the other way around, and I think it makes the most sense with what we see in canon, and who Philip is an allegory for (or rather, straight-up example of). He’s every Right-Wing Christian who selectively interprets the Bible to justify his hatred of queer people, while ignoring basically everything else about it; Because he isn’t being informed by the actual Bible, Philip isn’t making neutral observations and drawing together a conclusion!
         He’s already decided upon a conclusion from the start; That witches are evil. And he selectively looks for stuff that will support this, because he isn’t really a man of science, applying the scientific method. Philip is not a rational person. His own memory photos depict a skewed perception of Caleb as a happy older brother who was misled; Yet we see in S3 how gaunt and miserable Caleb actually was.
         But Philip doesn’t want to admit that Caleb was unhappy and made a decision for his own wellbeing; He’s stripping Caleb of any agency as the ideal older brother who was perfectly content with Gravesfield, basically a simple-minded sheep led astray by a false shepherd! Philip is the one removing nuance from Caleb and his story, suggesting Caleb was merely dazzled by a party trick, and not that he had legitimate problems with Gravesfield that would push him away from it.
         Philip can’t comprehend why Caleb wouldn’t choose him, why Caleb would choose anyone or anything else over his brother, it bugs him to no end; Or rather, Philip could easily understand, because he’s excellent at getting into people’s heads and figuring them out to manipulate them.
         He just doesn’t WANT to understand why Caleb did that, and so he’ll make copies of him, time and time again, until Philip settles upon a Caleb who provides the answer he wants to hear; That Caleb not only agrees, but will always choose Philip, even over himself. But Philip will never get what he wants, because he doesn’t want Caleb but an idea of him that never actually existed. He doesn’t want a person, just a mindless automaton, basically an Abomination.
         He is quite literally haunted by the awareness, deep down, that HE is the one who did something wrong; Hence the ghosts, because Caleb’s opinion mattered the most (even if not much at all), so it’s the one he’s most obsessed with disproving/convincing. This man needs to be told he’s right, either by the brother who supported and raised him, or by fellow human Luz. That’s why he shows Luz and Hunter the truth in his memories, because Philip needs someone to see what he did and agree with him, but they never can because of the very nature of it. He’s so insecure he wants approval from people even as he kills them.
         Philip secretly knows he’s the bad guy, so it’s not a matter of realizing it, it’s admitting and changing his actions in response to that, which he’ll never do. He feels judged by Caleb and the Grimwalkers, like a child that’s messed up and is hiding the evidence of his wrongdoing, because he secretly fears some sort of punishment. Because while I don’t consider Philip a true believer, it’s inevitable that he internalized some Puritan ideas about the world.
         He’s still a kid whose understanding of morality is informed purely by the Carrot and the Stick, whether he’ll benefit, or whether he’ll be punished; Rather than any deeper attempt to engage with people out of legitimate compassion or understand them, because it all circles around to what happens to Philip at the end of the day. This wouldn’t be so inherently wrong if observed in a child, but the problem is that Philip is a grown man well past his natural lifespan, who never bothered to learn beyond this.
         I remember seeing some people point to Philip’s long hair as proof he was an outcast who didn’t fit in, a tragic weirdo indoctrinated by society. But I wonder if it’s more along the lines of… Philip is a hypocrite, who doesn’t actually believe in his society’s norms; He’ll just cherry pick what they say to support his own beliefs. But he makes an exception for himself, like Republicans who push for homophobic legislation, yet are revealed to be homosexual themselves. 
        Philip isn’t motivated by real principles, just whatever is convenient to him at the moment, because it’s all about him and other people basically don’t really exist; They’re more dolls or NPCs than actual, breathing people with their own perspectives and dreams, just like Philip. As a result, he is every child who sees themselves as the center of the universe, and can’t comprehend why other people wouldn’t prioritize this obvious purpose. He is Luz, King, or the Collector, if they never learned to care about other people or understand their point of view; Instead, they only care about what people can do for them, rather than the people themselves.
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thank u for the tag @cooliestghouliest :)
10 fandoms, 10 characters
gilmore girls - rory gilmore
marvel - bucky barnes
stranger things - eddie munson
grey's anatomy - amelia shepherd
heartstopper - nick nelson
daisy jones and the six - daisy jones
the seven husbands of evelyn hugo - celia st. james
a good girl's guide to murder - pip fitz-amobi
ted lasso - rebecca welton
only murders in the building - mabel mora
no pressure tags as usual: @jamdoughnutmagician @seatnights @itsfreakingbats <3
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celluloidrainbow · 8 months
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THE GETTING OF WISDOM (1977) dir. Bruce Beresford Laura Tweedle Rambotham is an intelligent, wilful, eccentric and strong-willed girl country girl despatched to an exclusive Melbourne boarding school. She finds it difficult to conform to the stuffy, repressive attitudes and manners of the establishment, required of girls as they train to become genteel ladies under instruction from the Reverend Strachey, Mrs Gurley, Miss Chapman, and Miss Zielinski. In her second year, Laura invents a secret romance between herself and the school's young minister Reverend Shepherd to gain the admiration of her peers. Then she forms a passion for a sophisticated older girl named Evelyn, sharing a love of music with her. (link in title)
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invisibleraven · 3 months
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Haunted Holidays
December 20: Coming Home <-AO3 link!
Emily looked glumly at the boxes before her-she used to love Christmas, once upon a time. Did up the whole house the day after Thanksgiving, started her baking soon after. It was always a joyous time.
She can recall her first Christmas with Mitch, the two of them dancing to Nat King Cole playing on the turntable with only the tree lights to guide them. The year that Luke was nearly four, his big hazel eyes peeking over the counter in amazement as she made butter, sugar, and flour transform into cookies. How she caught him trying to scale the closet in an attempt to find presents the year he was seven.
The joy on his face when she gifted him the guitar the next year.
That was when everything changed. Music became an obsession, consuming Luke’s every waking moment. He was good, there was no arguing that, but Emily missed him helping her bake, or untangling her yarn as she knitted him another beanie.
She missed her son, but she had no idea how much worse it would get.
It was the year he was seventeen-long limbed and voice deep. She had found his grades-all low to failing. When she confronted him, he admitted to having dropped out. Who needed school when he was going to be a famous rock star?
It had been a horrible fight, harsh words that stung her heart to hear, even more vitriol spilling from her lips as Luke packed a bag and left.
He hadn’t been back since. And he never would be, since that July the police came to tell her that he little boy was dead.
That had been twenty five years ago.
Since then, the joy of the season had vanished for Emily. It was hard to decorate the tree with ornaments Luke had made as a child. To hang her and Mitch’s stockings but leave Luke’s in the box. To put aside the pang of the unopened presents still sitting in his room, even though she ached to put them under the tree. Like he would waltz in the door after band practice to open them.
It hurt a little less this year though. That nice Julie girl had given them Luke’s song-an apology and lament for her and what had been broken between them. She had come back a few times, to bring them cookies most recently, and had left with a new scarf wound around her neck.
She struck Emily as the kind of girl that Luke would be into; pretty, musical, kind. Though Luke had told her before he left that he liked everyone, and didn’t see anything wrong with that.
Emily wished she had taken the time to validate him then. To let him know she didn’t care who he loved, or how many people he chose to be with, as long as he was safe and happy. But she would never get the chance.
“Okay hun?” Mitch asked, hugging her from behind.
She hummed. “It’s still hard.”
“We don’t have to-“
She shook her head. “I don’t want to skip Christmas, I just wish…”
“I know,” he whispered, kissing the side of her head. “Let’s get started okay?”
He had already put the outside lights up, though neither of them had bothered turning them on, despite Christmas being less than a week away. They slowly put up everything-the garland, the wreaths, the Nativity.
“Remember when Luke used to play with the shepherds alongside his Ninja Turtles?” Mitch reminisced. “Or the time he replaced the baby Jesus with a Lego figure?”
Emily chuckled, “Oh yes, we got so mad-though Karen Mercer told me Alex used to do the same thing.”
“Have you spoken to them lately?” Mitch asked.
Emily shook her head. “I sent them a card, but that’s all. I don’t expect to get one in return-you know what they were like.”
“And Evelyn?”
“Sent a card to the forwarding address she gave me, but it got returned to sender, so who knows where the Peters are now,” Emily replied, running her finger along the edge of a photo of the boys, all smiling and twinkling eyes.
Soon all that was left was the tree, and Mitch squeezed her hand-it had always been Luke’s favourite thing to trim it. Insisting he could put the star on the top of his dad helped. Then being able to do it himself, with pride. That last year he was alive he hadn’t bothered to help, off at one gig or practice or another.
They had replaced the tree since then, a nice pre-lit thing that was a little smaller than their older one, but that was fine with Emily. With only the two of them they didn’t need a big tree.
She was about to start trimming when a ring of the doorbell sounded through their home. “Carollers or charity?” Mitch bet with an arch of his eyebrows.
“That or the Farris lady wants a cup of sugar again,” Emily replied. “I’ll get it.”
Only when she opened the door, it wasn’t any of those. There, looking just like the day he left, was Luke.
“Hey Ma, Merry Christmas.” He was holding hands with Julie…and was that Reggie? “Can we come in?”
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slayersindie · 16 days
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hi! i'm buffy, a brand new indie roleplayer that focuses on writing as canon characters from my favourite fandoms! while my blog is no where near finished yet, i thought i would make a starter/plot call for when i'm ready! while i only write as canon characters, i will happily write against ocs and i'm crossover friendly (within reason). i've never done indie before and so please bare with me as i get to grips with it and learn the ropes.
i'm still setting up my muse directory, but i thought i would compile a list of the muses i write as under the read more.
if you're interested, please like this post and i'll come say hi in your dms!
addams family
gomez addams
morticia addams
buffy the vampire slayer
anya jenkins
buffy summers
cordelia chase
faith lehane
spike
tara maclay
willow rosenberg
charmed
chris halliwell
cole turner
daryl morris
leo wyatt
paige matthews
phoebe halliwell
piper halliwell
prue halliwell
wyatt halliwell
gen v
andre anderson
cate dunlap
emma meyer
jordan li
marie moreau
god of war (2018/ragnarok)
freya
kratos
grey’s anatomy (only up to season 11)
addison montgomery
alex karev
amelia shepherd
april kepner
arizona robbins
callie torres
cristina yang
derek shepherd
izzie stevens
jackson avery
jo wilson
lexie grey
maggie pierce
mark sloan
meredith grey
miranda bailey
owen hunt
stephanie edwards
teddy altman
marvel (mcu)
bruce banner
bucky barnes
carol denvers
clint barton
eddie brock
gamora
jane foster
kate bishop
loki
may parker
natasha romanoff
pepper potts
peter quill
sam wilson
steve rogers
thor
tony stark
valkyrie
wanda maximoff
yelena belova
pirates of the caribbean
elizabeth swann
jack sparrow
will turner
snowpiercer (netflix)
andre layton
melanie cavill
stranger things
jim hopper
joyce byers
twilight
edward cullen
emmett cullen
jacob black
rosalie hale
van helsing (netflix)
axel miller
dracula
ivory
jack van helsing
vanessa helsing
violet van helsing
the boys
annie january
billy butcher
frenchie
hughie campbell
kevin moskowitz
kimiko miyashiro
margaret shaw
mother's milk
the mask of zorro/the legend of zorro
alejandro de la vega
elena de la vega
the mummy
ardeth bay
evelyn o'connell
rick o'connell
the witcher (netflix)
geralt of rivera
jaskier
triss merigold
yennefer of vengerberg
underworld
david
lucian
michael corvin
selene
sonja
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multi-muse-transect · 1 month
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Hazbin 2077 AU
Basically an AU where Cyberpunk and Hazbin are in the same universe and how the characters would look like if they were sinners.
V: Basically a grey anthropomorphic wolf and if they defeat and kill enough sinners they would most likely be like Alastor.
Jackie Welles: A Minotaur since he was bulked in life and in death. He was mad at first but like what Padre said-he left satisfied.
Johnny: Anthropomorphic goat in reference to the goat tattoo he ordered from that fixer. He still rocks with Kerry.
Adam Smasher: Literally the Dark Lord from Doom Eternal and is Vox’s enforcer. Borged up maniac in life and borged up maniac in death.
Panam: Maybe an anthropomorphic coyote or Jackalope cause she’s a Nomad and Nomad’s stick to the desert most of the time.
Judy: An anthropomorphic rabbit girl. The reason why rabbit cause they’re a symbol of innocence and while Judy was kind and followed the rules, it was all for nothing and she made the workers of Clouds’s lives worse.
Evelyn Parker: I can’t help but imagine she’d look like Catra from She Ra.
River: I’m thinking maybe an anthropomorphic German Shepherd or Bloodhound cause detective.
Kerry: I feel it would be like Mrs. Mayberry as in he looks like himself but just demonic looking and is a huge fan of Fizzaroli.
Song So Mi: Anthropomorphic bird with red eyes and can manipulate technology around her with powers that can give Vox a seizure. She also can summon wings made of rogue AI’s beyond the Blackwall and can create stuff from said rogue AI’s similar to the main character from Infamous Second Sun.
Takemura: I’m thinking perhaps he’s an anthropomorphic cat as a reference to the Bakaneko. Also he probably still has his cyberware.
Rogue: Anthropomorphic fox since she’s clever and cunning. She wasn’t surprised she went to Hell but still continued being a fixer.
Solomon Reed: Anthropomorphic wolf like V or jackal for that matter. Is most likely working for Lucifer now as his eyes when it comes to Hell or is now an assassin for hire.
Alex: Anthropomorphic chameleon and is an actress thanks to Vox but she hates working for him.
Kurt Hansen: Looks similar to Asmodeus or anthropomorphic dragon wearing his old outfit when he died and is a rival arms dealer to Carmilla.
Maine: Maybe looking like his old self and his cyberware but now has gray skin that has ash on it in reference to the explosion. He wasn’t surprised that he went to Hell after going cyber psycho and getting Dorio killed while endangering others.
Rebecca: Anthropomorphic raccoon ecause they tend to be sassy most of the time. She was beyond pissed that she went to Hell.
David: A cheetah since they run very fast in reference to his Sandevistan. Most likely built his pre chromed self or looks like his chromed self.
Pilar: Looks like himself but demonic.
Dorio: Anthropomorphic bear or looks like herself but with gunshot wounds now. Like Maine, she wasn’t surprised that she ended up in Hell.
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miissedcalls · 2 months
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✦ GRACE VAN PATTEN, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ victoria ‘tori’ connell the twenty six year old has been in willow’s edge for her entire life and was a cousin to sarah/toby/jamie/june, the deceased family. whispers on the streets are that the baker @ cake my day who lives in winslow are said to be enigmatic and reckless but i guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
Full Name: Victoria Evelyn Connell
Nickname: Tori, Evie
Age: Twenty Six
DOB: June 9th, 1997
Hometown: Willow's Edge, SC
Occupation: Baker @ Bake My Day
Family: Oliver & Margot Connell (Parents, Living), TBA Connell (Older Sibling, Living), Penelope Connell (Older Sister, Living), Rocky (Australian Shepherd, 3 years old)
BIOGRAPHY
go ahead and have your award winning memoirs. the books that tell you in black and white how you too can be a millionaire like the person the story's about, or subtly guilt you down a path of self reflection because 'what have you been doing with your life up until this point?'. if you're looking for that, you've unfortunately come to the wrong place, my friend. because this story is simply, and i mean simply, about one victoria 'tori' connell.
born the youngest of the connell's, the baby of the family could admittedly get away with borderline m*rder and her parents wouldn't bat an eye. their little darling couldn't possibly do anything wrong, and at times tori did take advantage of that 'youngest child' privilege. she'd sneak out with friends during high school after homework and come back at all hours, her parents never suspecting a thing. of course, it also helped her parents were almost always arguing in private . . . so they wouldn't notice anyways.
trouble always did have an uncanny habit of finding tori, or more likely than not, falling at her feet. it was all too tempting to resist. whether that was a party far too late at night than she should've been out, or a bully twice her size that she near eagerly went toe to toe with. she jumped head first whenever trouble waltzed her way with glee, happy to help out or see wherever the flow of the chaos took her. one could look at it as her way of coping with the tense feeling her parents' dynamic left in the house.
aside from a year abroad during her last year of college, tori's lived her whole life in town and truly? hasn't wanted for anywhere else ( though some would say anyone who grew up in the rich neighborhood would be like that ). she loves willow's edge, her family and everyone she's ever known ( for better or worse ) is there. it's why when she graduated, she settled right back into town, very happily too.
how did she land on baking as a career? especially when her cousins own the local hotel, seems like it'd be easier to go into the family business, right? food has always been something of a love language for tori, and in her opinion, you can brighten near anyone's day with a favorite treat of theirs. so when she heard that bake my day was hiring? she applied immediately. started as a cashier and worked her way up to a baker, and loves it. even if she resorts to being a late sleeper on the weekends.
(tw death) coping with the deaths of her uncle, aunt and cousins has been rough, though tori has never been the type to show it outright until it bubbles over uncontrollably. she bottle’s everything up inside, focusing on everyone else’s wellbeing as her way of coping and ignoring her own pain. she’s more of a ‘help everyone deal with their pain, then cry to herself later’ type. she was close to all of the willows, so it’s hit her hard, but she tries not to think about it.
personality wise: tori's confident but not to the point of cocky, think a laidback confidence if you will that hits you when you least expect it. she has a subtle nurturing way about her, in the sense of she wants to make sure everyone in her life is doing ok, and if they’re not she wants to help (coming from a background with her parents constantly arguing behind closed doors, tori wants to make sure people are okay even when they don't say it). she loves to have fun and go out on the town and live it up . . . or stay in and do the same. also trust me, she knows way more than she probably should about certain stuff. don't ask her how or when she learned how to hot wire a car or pick a lock, just go with it.
aesthetics: the euphoric moment when the alcohol hits, fruit & floral scented perfume, sitting on the porch whilst music plays softly from the house, polaroids of faraway places you’ve been, makeshift headbands made out of scarves, laying in the bed of a beat-up truck to the look at the stars, fruity drinks, storm clouds on the horizon, flour smudged cheeks & coaxing grins, wine drank straight from the bottle, picking fruit fresh from the tree, paint stained fingers, skipping stones across a creek, boots kicked up on the porch railing, pulling you in to dance with her when she hears a song playing that she likes, slamming doors echoing in a big house, the anticipation that dark clouds on the horizon brings, baking & cooking for you to make sure you ate something, wind whipping your hair with the windows rolled down.
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Reading List 2023-2024 📚
The Secret History - Donna Tartt
The Song or Achilles - Madeline Miller
The Myth of the Wrong Body - Miquel Missé
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Remainder - Tom McCarthy
If We Were Villains - M. L. Rio
Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
Bones and All - Camille DeAngelis
The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt
The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
Beyond Good and Evil - Friedrich Nietzsche
Diaries - Franz Kafka
Frankenstein - Mary Shelly
Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Tales - H. P. Lovecraft
The Divine Comedy - Dante Alighieri
1984 - George Orwell
The Iliad and The Odyssey - Homer
Unnatural Causes - Dr Richard Shepherd
Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and Other Misfortunes - Eric LaRocca
Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson
The Trial of the Templars - Malcolm Barber
Foucault's Pendulum - Umberto Eco
Demian - Hermann Hesse
Pride & Prejudice - Jane Austen
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
The Atlas Six - Olivie Blake
Giovanni's Room - James Baldwin
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reids
Ninth House - Leigh Bardugo
Vita Nostra - Maryna & Serhiy Dyachenko
Pageboy: A Memoir - Elliot Page
Slaughterhouse-Five - Kurt Vonnegut
The Brothers Karamazov - Fyodr Dostoevsky
(updated: 03/01/24)
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cursebreakerfarrier · 10 months
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Full Name: Miriam Georgia Cairncross (née Harper)
Nicknames: Miri ; Mim (only by Eli)
Birthday: 31st May 1855
Blood Status: Half-blood
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: British-Australian
Residence: Manchester, England ; formerly Queensland, Australia
Languages: English
PERSONALITY
MBTI: INFJ — the advocate
Strengths: Compassionate, feisty, witty, selfless, creative, caring, nurturing
Weaknesses: Insecure, superstitious
Interests/Hobbies: Art, archaeology, anthropology, reading, baking
APPEARANCE
Faceclaim: Rebecca Hall
Height: 5’ 8”
Build: Average
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Fair ; freckled ; large burn scar on her lower back
What do they carry on them?: Her wand, a photograph of her and her family, handkerchief, make-up, hard boiled sweets, notebook and pencil, hair clips
Fashion:
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MAGIC
Wand: Pear, unicorn hair core, 12½”
-> Pear produced wands of splendid magical powers, which give their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous and the wise. Possessors of pear wands were, in the experience of the learned wandmaker Garrick Ollivander, usually popular and well-respected and he never knew of a single instance where a pear wand had been discovered in the possession of a Dark Witch or Wizard. They were also among the most resilient, even after many years of hard use, they might still present a remarkable appearance of newness.
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Animagus: N/A
Patronus: Robin ; later a Red-tailed Hawk
Boggart: Eli, Zelda, and Bram's dead bodies
Riddikulus: Eli, Zelda, and Bram wearing multicoloured clothes and dancing together
Amortentia (what does she smell like to others?): Cinnamon, roses, orange blossom, old books, mint
Amortentia (what does she smell?): Old books, metal, petrichor, leather, lilies
Magical Abilities: N/A
HOGWARTS
-> Miriam never attended Hogwarts, but this section is filled out as if she did
House: Hufflepuff
Best Subject: Ancient Studies ; Charms
Worst Subject: Flying
Third Year Options: Alchemy, Ancient Runes, Divination
Extracurriculars: Art Club
Quidditch Position: N/A
CAREER
11-18: Student
18+: Artist, anthropologist, archaeologist
25-65: Assistant to Eli
65+: Retiree
RELATIONSHIPS
Mother: Hattie Jane Harper (née Nicholson)
Father: George Samuel Harper
Older Brother: Alonzo Evan Harper
Uncle: Humphrey Robert Nicholson
Husband: Elias ‘Eli’ Merlyn Cairncross
Daughter: Zelda Miriam Cairncross
(Adoptive) Son: Abraham ‘Bram’ Elias Cairncross
Godson: Asa ‘Ace’ Reginald Brokenshire
Son-in-Law: Oscar Alatar Erdstern @cursed-herbalist
Friends: Reginald ‘Rex’ Julius Brokenshire ; Evelyn Catalina Brokenshire (née Hughes) ; Russell ‘Rusty’ Blake Marchmont ; Hestia Waverley Herron ; Romulus Ignatius Archer Chamberlayn ; others TBD
Pets: An Australian Shepherd called Rusty
Rivals: TBD
FAVOURITES
Colour: Purple
Food: Scones with jam and cream
Flower: Chrysanthemums
Drink: Her mother’s homemade lemonade
Book: Any book on poetry and art
Season: Spring
FUN FACTS
— After Zelda was born and with the encouragement of Eli, Miriam began to sell her artwork and did so under the name M.G. Cairncross as she feared that if people knew she was a woman then they wouldn’t be interested. Using her initials allowed her some neutrality and a chance to kickstart her career as an artist.
— She was the first person to truly see beyond Eli’s steely façade to see his generous, loving, and gentle nature. Miriam saw him for who he truly was and not how everybody else saw him. And when they both had children, she ensured to teach them how to not be prejudiced and how to be more empathetic and understanding. People judging Eli especially makes her infuriated and when pushed too far she’ll snap.
— Miriam collects teacups from all the different places she visits and keeps them in a cabinet made especially for them in the kitchen. Her favourite is one she got in Italy that had herself and Eli painted on one side.
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czigonas · 1 year
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Alright. Hear me out. SoapGhost Mummy('99) fusion/AU with some WWI backstory (most of which is only implied in the films).
(This is entirely @appleciderp's fault because of both these two posts. Also my appreciation for OG Captain MacTavish's outfits.)
(Now, The Mummy is already not entirely historically accurate but I am also not a historian, so if I mess up some details about WWI, no I didn't. Most of this is just the plot of the movie but with the cod boys replacing a few people or just being added outright.)
Apple, here you go. (Also, this got really long, so it's under a cut.)
Captain John "Soap" MacTavish returns home to Scotland after serving in a unit attached to the EEF in WWI; a shadow of the man who went out to fight. While most of his company survived the brutal conditions of the Middle Eastern theatre where they were stationed, his trusted Lieutenant, Simon "Ghost" Riley, was one of those killed in the Battle of Megiddo just two months before the end of the war. His body was unable to be recovered.
In his attempts to drown his grief, Johnny loses track of most of the rest of his unit. All he has left is his younger sister Evelyn, as both of their parents died even before he was called to fight. To give themselves a new start - and both hope to curb his drinking and support his sister's blossoming career - they move to Egypt after donating a sizable chunk of their parents' estate to the library in the Cairo Museum, where it turns out the library curator is fellow ex-Captain, John Price.
(Going with Captain for Soap here because with the amount of money required to get Evelyn into her position, there's no way he wouldn't have had the money to purchase a commission. Don't worry, unlike Bey, Price won't die.)
Johnny steals reappropriates the map and box from O'Connell and, after Price tries to convince them Hamunaptra isn't real and they shouldn't pursue it, they negotiate to have O'Connell released from prison and get ready to head off down the river. The American company is lead by Dr. Shepherd and his cocky guide, Phillip Graves, who served with O'Connell in the French Foreign Legion during WWI.
When the Medjai attack the boat, Johnny gets briefly cornered by a fighter whose face is fully covered with cloth except for his eyes. While most of the Medjai are dressed similarly, this one's mask is unique and not easily pulled away from his face. The fighter hesitates to attack, however, letting Soap escape (but with a nagging feeling that he was somehow familiar).
Both groups reach the city at the same time and are again attacked by the Medjai. Johnny finds himself subtly shuffled out of danger by the same masked fighter that he encountered on the riverboat. While Ardeth gives his warning to Rick, Evelyn, and the Americans, Soap tries to ask where he and the fighter may have met before. He doesn't answer except to watch Johnny in return with what seems to Johnny to be somewhat frustrated puzzlement. The masked fighter leaves with the rest of the Medjai, though he seems reluctant to go.
While the Americans finally go to open the chest with the Book of the Dead, Graves decides to taunt O'Connell (and possibly attempt to flirt a bit with Soap) and so isn't present when the chest is opened and the curse activated. Evelyn steals reappropriates (like brother, like sister) the Book of the Dead from Shepherd's tent and reads the passage that resurrects Imhotep, which also sets off the plague of locusts.
Everyone flees into the city and, while Rick and Evelyn encounter Imhotep, Graves gets lost trying to find Soap, who has also wandered off a little. The masked fighter finds him first, however, and shuffles him back towards the rest of the party, leaving Graves to be found by the desiccated Imhotep after he's taken Burns' eyes and tongue.
(Torn between Graves being Jewish and saving himself the same way Beni does [prayers in Hebrew, which Imhotep recognises], having him enter the mummy's service some other way, having him die outright immediately, or even just him escaping somehow with or without Imhotep on his trail.)
Back in Cairo, Johnny realises he's being stalked by the masked Medjai, though he never manages to catch the guy to figure out why. He meets back up with Rick, Evelyn, Henderson, and Daniels in time to see Burns' drained body and Imhotep regenerate somewhat. After the mummy flees in fear of the cat, Rick sets Evelyn up in her room to be guarded by the Americans while he goes to warn Shepherd and Johnny goes to find the Medjai, hoping to finally get some answers (and maybe he's worried about the guy, nothing wrong with that).
He doesn't manage to find the masked fighter before Rick and Daniels catch up to him with the news that Shepherd is dead, however. They all rush back to Evelyn's room to scare off Imhotep with the cat again after Henderson gets eaten, and pack up to head towards the museum looking for answers.
And answers they find! Not only is Ardeth there with Price, but so is the masked fighter who's been stalking Johnny. Price and Ardeth lay out what's going on and while Rick, Evelyn, and Daniels ask the Medjai questions and start theorising about things, Price takes Soap to the side and reveals what he's kind of started to suspect: the masked fighter is Ghost, miraculously alive.
See, during the Battle of Megiddo, when Soap thought he saw Simon killed, he was actually just gravely injured. Because they were unable to reach him before the end of the battle - or even for a some time afterwards - he was picked up instead by the irregulars of the Hejaz and their allies who had also fought. While they were able to heal his physical wounds, Simon had also suffered significant memory loss and was unable to tell them which company he'd been attached to in order for them to help him get home.
Unfortunately, he was also somewhat mistrustful of those who had saved him, and slipped away sometime in the night to try and return to the only place that he had stuck in his head: Egypt, around Cairo, where his unit had been based out of. The Medjai had found him wandering the desert and took him in next, and he stayed because not only were they based in Egypt, which was familiar territory, but they were willing to teach him new ways to fight.
Price had recognised him once after Ardeth had brought him along to one of their regular meetings about the state of Hamunaptra, and had been trying to break through his memory loss ever since, with no luck. Soap was, essentially, their last hope on that front. Johnny declares that even if he can't manage to break through and Ghost never remembers, he won't leave Simon behind ever again.
He and Price (and Ghost who's approached them as they talked, focused entirely upon Johnny) rejoin the other four to escape the museum as the locals start to surround them. Poor Daniels gets dragged off and sucked dry along the way (not in a fun way), but the rest of them make it further until they're cornered. Evelyn agrees to go with Imhotep, now fully restored after eating the last American, demanding that the remaining four be spared if she does. Imhotep, of course, doesn't honour that agreement, but they're all four accomplished fighters and make their way into the sewers to escape.
They make their way to an airstrip where they find our boy Nikolai. (Nikolai had been fighting for the Russian Empire until the Revolution. He disagreed with the Bolshevik concessions to Germany as well as the general direction of the war, and ended up in Egypt, also fighting in the French Foreign Legion.) Nik and Price are well acquainted, and it takes no time to convince him they need to fly to Hamunaptra. Nikolai is an excellent pilot and, when Imhotep's sandstorm attempts to down them, he manages to execute an emergency landing with only injuries to himself and Price. Even though their injuries are relatively minor, Nik and Price are urged to stay behind at the crash site while everyone else continues on.
So Johnny, Rick, Simon, and Ardeth make their way in to Hamunaptra, determined to dig up the Book of Amun-Ra and save Evelyn. When they find themselves cornered by mummified priests, Soap and Ghost stay behind to fight them off while Rick and Ardeth confront Imhotep and save Evelyn.
Once the mummies are under Ardeth's command (as the one reading the inscription on the Book of Amun-Ra), Johnny and Simon finally manage to sit and have a bit of a talk and Simon takes off his mask. Turns out, he's been remembering more and more as he tries to figure out why Johnny is so familiar feeling. At this point, Ghost has almost all of his memories back, including the ones regarding how much he loved Soap. Johnny, of course, loves him back (and thinking he'd lost Simon, especially so close to the end of the war and them being free to be "good bachelor friends who live in a country house together", had been one of his major breaking points).
(I think if Graves was in Imhotep's service and survived this long, he definitely escapes the main temple with a bag of treasure, only to meet Soap and Ghost outside, still alive. He'd probably interrupt them kissing, tbh. He's that kind of cockblock. And then they'd either kill him for betraying them or leave him for the desert to kill.)
Rick, Evelyn, and Ardeth stumble out of the temple themselves, possibly after having deliberately set off a self-destruct booby trap. Ardeth takes the Book of Amun-Ra for safe keeping, much to Evelyn's disappointment. Ardeth and Ghost have a nice little chat where Ghost thanks the Medjai for taking care of him when he didn't know who he was. Ardeth denies the notion of any debt between them and wishes him well in the next chapter of his life.
The two couples gather up several of the camels, head back to the crash site to pick up Price and Nikolai, and then return to Cairo (and possibly everyone goes home to England, but possibly Price and Nik stay behind). Everyone splits the treasure they didn't realise had already been packed into the saddlebags.
(Gaz shows up in the next one, piloting the airship. Instead of being Rick's friend, he's Soap and Ghost's.)
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joxaren-ebelyn · 1 year
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hello!! this is my tumblr :)) im evelyn, but i really like the name Joxaren, and variants of it are cool too! (juksu joxter jox etc).
my pronouns are she/her and i'm pan/bi, masc leaning.
im really into steven universe, specifically a SU inspired game on roblox called Gem Galaxies. i also love homestuck and moomintroll!!
i love to draw, especially gems and especially for my friends :) and ive actually got commissions! they're sorta indefinitely open and need a bit of tweaking, but they exist. here is a link to the tumblr post i made about them, and here is my comms page on Toyhouse that has a LOT more information about it!
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These^ are Alexandrite and Glaria, two of my most drawn sonas! you may see them around on my TH and here, so i figure i'd give them little introductions.
Alexandrite doesn't have a set rank/tier yet, but in gem galaxies terms I consider her one step above Fluorites, with a rank similar to golds. Her purpose is to be a sort of shepherd. you'd see her on the battlefield protecting a unit of soldiers, or during crisis she guides gems who can't fight away from the chaos safely. She's very friendly, but doesn't tolerate anything impolite or aggressive. Her abilities are speed and agility, focusing on avoiding taking hits instead of dealing massive damage.
Glaria!! my baby. i've had her for years now, she is a limeblood that got adopted by an olive blood lusus, a large sabertoothed cat she calls Fangs. there isn't much story at all to her, i just love drawing her. she does have a dancestor and ancestor though. might talk about them sometime. :)
to cap this off, heres a list of my socials! Toyhouse account here! Instagram account here! Artfight account here! Discord: Joxaren#4669 (primary for comms questions! if you dont have discord, you can dm me on any of these socials, I check each at least once a day, but tumblr and toyhouse the most, so forgive late replies on Insta) Thanks for checking out my tumblr! asks and interaction are super cool, i'd love to make some friends on here :))
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callsignangelxx · 7 months
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“Beginnings”
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Pre—Accident!Stephen Strange x Fem! Surgeon!OFC, Grey’s anatomy Crossover.
A/N: First of all I have a lot of Original Characters that I am adding to this Series, Which I will Explain the roles right now before moving along into the actual writing part!
Chief of General Surgery: Doctor Jack Wilson
General Surgery Attending: Doctor Liam Jones
General Surgery Resident: Doctor Lucas Miller
Chief of Thoracic Surgery: Doctor Charlotte Garcia.
Thoracic Surgery Attending: Henry Davis
Thoracic Surgery Resident: Camila Taylor
OBGYN/Neonatal Surgeon: Emily Perez
Fetal Surgeon: Evelyn Lopez
Pediatrician: Asher Lewis.
Neurosurgery Resident: Noah Sanchez.
Orthopedic Surgeon: Aria Adams
Hand Surgeon: Layla Rivera
Spine Surgeon: Ethan Carter
Trauma Surgeon: Hazel Evans
Pediatric Surgeon: Aurora Baker
Interns: Amy Nelson, David Torres, James Scott, Shelby Edwards, Willow Brooks.
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Chapter Two: Beginnings Of Tragic Incidents.
Chapter Summary: after Blake talked with Cristina about what’s been going on in Seattle with Meredith and Everyone else, her Interns do something unforgivable, something she can’t even Fathom forcing her to do something, maybe even tell her boyfriend.
CW//TW: Medial Terminology, Drama, Shouting, Surgery, Trauma, Cursing, Stephen getting mad at the interns, a Bunch of different OC’s, Blake and Christine are best friend, mentions of Derek shepherd’s Death, Trauma, Flashbacks, Cristina and Blake are like soulmates, injuries, mentions of Cutting an LVAD wire.
“So he totally is Like Meredith’s McDreamy, Huh?” Cristina said over the Phone call, Blake Hissed at her to shut up as she was in the Female Attendings Locker room, Pulling on her Dark Blue Scrubs. “Cristina!” She Whisper Shouted.
Cristina Snorted before ending the call, She Met Stephen Outside heading towards the Nurses Station to get and find there own Cases, like Any hospital Worked. “By the way where are your Stupid Interns?” He asked. Blake stopped, blinking her eyes noticing that none of her little Suck ups were around her, Malia Noticed the Doctor becoming Suspicious and Knew she had to tell on the Poor Interns.
"Doctor Shepherd, one of your Patients on the transplant list came back in after his heart was failing again despite the LVAD, They've been in his room for an hour now, I think his name was Daniel Cooper." Malia said, Blake had a bad feeling about all this, She nodded at Stephen and Malia to come with her. The Trio Scrambled to Cooper's Room, standing in shock when they saw what was happening. "What the hell.." Blake mumbled, her eyes widened in shock, seeing Amy Pumping his heart Manually as the LVAD Wire was cut with a Pair of Scissors next to it. "Amy, What the hell did you do?!" She Practically yelled, "and why are all you fools helping her?!"
Amy didn't respond continuing to Pump his heart, Blake looked at Stephen who shook his head, she nodded to Malia, "Malia take over Pumping his Heart, and Amy step away from the Patient." Malia Nodded and Tried to gently take the device away but Amy screamed no and said not to touch her, Blake Ignored Amy for now telling Malia to stay with her and to help Amy if she allowed her to, Blake turned to the three other Idiot doctors, "You three, In the hall. Now." She ordered.
Blake was angry, seething even. "What the hell were you three thinking, you could have killed that Patient." She said, Stephen was right next to her agreeing with her words, "Even worse, you could have endangered your careers and be sued for assaulting a Patient." Stephen added. David Tried to speak but Blake shushed him, "No, Not a word, you are not to speak, Not a single word, I don't wanna have to Testify against any of you fools." She said.
The Group was silent for a moment, “I assume you ran labs..” She said, Her eyes showing a Furious anger and Disappointment. They stayed Silent only fueling her Annoyance and anger, "Well?..." She demanded. James spoke, "you told us not to speak-"
"I know I did, Now did you run labs?!.." Blake said, tapping her foot impatiently, David Nodded, Blake sighed as she gave out orders, "Okay, Shelby Jack's been asking for you." She said giving her the order to go, before turning to the rest of the amazingly idiotic Interns, "David go get those labs and come right back, do not talk to anyone, go straight there and back."
Then She turned to James, "Now you, follow me and Stephen Right now."
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A Few Hours later and both Blake and Stephen were making sure Mr. Cooper was okay, She listened to his heart with her Stethoscope sighing at how weak it sounded. "Why Amy... Why would you do this?.." She said, Continuing to to Listen to his heart while Stephen did a quick Neuro Exam to ensure he was okay in the head, no concussion or any Brain Bleed whatsoever. "Because he needs that heart and I love him.. I love him so damn Much Doctor Shepherd.." The Intern Whispered, Blake shook her head sighing In Disappointment.
"Oh for God's sake, you fell in love with a Patient.." Blake sighed, exasperated, Stephen was really trying to hold back all his anger at the Interns. "Well his Brain is Okay, No signs of anything wrong with his brain." Stephen Said. David Came in with the Labs, "Labs are back, His State is becoming worse." Blake sighed Knowing exactly what that Meant. Amy Spoke now, "He'll get the heart right, He's gonna get the heart? He has to. You'll Sign the papers that he'll be put at the top of the list-" She was quickly Interrupted by Blake's cold tone.
"Those are the Kind of things I would tell a doctor, and right now you are not a doctor, you are a Visitor." She said, her eyes showing how furious she actually was. "What?.." Amy asked in complete and utter disbelief. "You will no longer be a doctor in this Hospital until I say Otherwise. Now Step away from Mr. Cooper and let Malia Take over." She Ordered.
Malia came over slowly taking it away from Amy as Blake Glared at her slightly, making the rest of the Interns Shrink underneath her Gaze.
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Blake told Stephen to carry on with the rest of his Surgeries while she went to talk to the Chief of the hospital about this certain Incident without exposing her Interns for doing this.
She asked the Chief about a Hypothetical Question with the exact same Situation, In which she explained that Mr. Cooper move to the top of the list and receive the heart Immediately but ordered that whoever did that was to be in her Office for Intense Consequences for endangering a Patients Life.
Blake nodded, "Of course, Ma'am."
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Which ended with the Interns getting yelled at by the chief and forced to not even go near a Surgical case unless they fessed up on who did it and to share one single Patient to give her what she needed.
Later on Blake was sitting at the Nurses Station, Checking on different Patient files and Images, as Stephen was Charting, "So, How bad was their Punishments?" Stephen asked with a Snide Smirk on his face. Blake sighed, Shaking her head. "The Chief said no more surgeries until they confess that Amy did it and they had to share one singular Patient." She snorted, Searching up another Patient file.
Malia was now delivering Labs due to Blake's Interns being Punished for their Stupid decisions, "Here you go Blake, Imaging is back for Ms. Collins." She said handing her the Tablet. Blake looked it over smiling to herself, "Oh.. I could use a little Great Neuro Case." She muttered. Stephen Looked up Suddenly Interested, Raising his eyebrow, "Oh no Mister, You have your own Solo Neuro Surgery in 30 Minutes, you need to get ready for that, I've got this one." She said, smirking to herself before teasing him. "Besides this woman has a nail in her head." She said, before rushing off.
Stephen Chuckled to himself, "Well Played, Doctor Shepherd."
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texasblues · 9 months
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Hell and you (Part 4)
Part 4.
Mostly flashbacks to their younger years. Especially the day that Astrid temporarily lived with Wayne until her 18th birthday, when she acquired her parents home.
Warnings: Blood. Description of the murder-suicide of Astrid’s parents. Cheating (not on reader or the boys). Guns. Angst. Comfort.
Mixed-race!older!OC x biker!Steve Harrington, Wayne Munson x OC. biker!Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Oliver Harrington.
Please read “I’m on fire,” by @bettyfrommars
Not proof-read.
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“It’s early,” she stilled, slipping on her nightgown, before stuffing her feet into a pair of worn leather loafers.
Leaning down, kissing his forehead, “he’ll be home in an a couple of hours, besides, I’ve got to get Astrid up for school, you know how she gets,” both shared a tired chuckle before he sat up, stretching, blanket collecting around his waist before he stood up to see her out.
With a hand gently placed at the small of her back, Wayne Munson escorted Evelyn Bautista out of his home, the soft snores of the boys camping out in the living room a nice distraction from the dread he felt as the woman he loved left to go back to the home she shared with her legal husband and daughter.
“I’ll call you,” Evelyn leaned forward, on her toes, to plant a soft kiss to his lips, a feeling of sadness filling the space between, as he watched her truck disappear into the morning light. The sense of dread never leaving Wayne as the first burst of color filled the sky.
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While he felt good today, one of his better days, Wayne couldn’t help but recall the last memory he had of the only woman he truly loved. It had come out of nowhere, but truthfully it was because Astrid had decided to stop over, a baking dish in hand of a homemade casserole still hot in a basket.
“Thank you sweetheart,” he took the basket, leaning down to kiss the head of a woman he came to see as one of his own, an extension of his little family, before setting it down on the kitchen table, “smells wonderful,” he beamed.
“Shepherd’s pie,” Astrid opened the basket, retrieving two plates and utensils, before scooping out a portion for both her and Wayne.
“Make sure Eddie eats something if I’m not here. Last time I visited him he was living off hot dogs and lays potato chips. I’ve got one without peas so Oliver will eat it,” she sat down across from Wayne, spoon in hand, as she dug into the meal.
Wayne nodded, straightening his back, it warmed his heart to see his boys being taken care of, “you are awfully to kind to this old man.” Astrid looked up, a sad smile on her face, as she leaned forward, placing her hands over his weathered one, “you’re not old Wayne, you’ve still got a bit spirit left in you.”
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Something felt off that morning, Astrid had woken up twice in the night, hearing movement in the home when she knew her mother was staying over at Wayne’s. A heavy silence filled the air as she strained to listen to any sound outside of her bedroom door. Nothing.
Glancing at the clock, eyes a little blurry, Astrid slipped out of bed and into her own bathroom, surprised that her mother hadn’t woken her up just yet. It wasn’t until she started brushing her teeth that something felt wrong.
Evelyn stood still, eyes glued to the gun on her husband’s lap, a bottle of wine in one hand, as he stared at her, unmoving. The air thicken as a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, “Wh…”
“Shut up.”
James Bautista stared at his wife, eyes scanning her body, taking in her appearance, white nightgown covered by a thin yellow cardigan, he sneered at the thoughts running through his head.
“What a surprise to come home to find my lovely wife,” his tone venomous, as if the word lovely was toxic, “is no where to be found. Than for her to come home hours later in her dressing gown,” he took a swig from the wine bottle, trigger finger taking its place, Evelyn couldn’t help but stare at it, knees weak.
“Where have you been wife? Wait, don’t answer that, I know where you’ve been. Don’t think I don’t know about your little love affair with Wayne Munson, oh yes, didn’t think I knew? Diana from across the street was kind enough to inform me of your whorish ways.”
Evelyn didn’t say anything, eyes transfixed on her husband’s hand, afraid that any sound would tip him off. Her eyes grew wide when she heard the shuffling of feet behind her, “Astrid…” she turned, about to tell their daughter to leave.
The sound was deafening, it echoed throughout the house, as all three froze in place, the smell of gunpowder in the air.
A searing pain could be felt on the tip of her right ear but that was soon forgotten when she felt warm liquid on her face, almost missing her eyes, as the sound of something falling followed by a second loud bang filled the room.
Wayne sat on the porch, cigarette in one hand and coffee in the other when the phone rang. He stood up and stretched, the feeling of popping joints a brief reprieve from the day going forward.
“Wayne?”
Eddie sounded worried, “Hopper is on the phone, says he wants to talk to you, said it was urgent,” that feeling of dread continued to fester in Wayne’s stomach.
“Yes,” his tone was grave, Eddie and Steve watched in fascination, they’d only ever seen this look on his face when he’d been given an assignment from the head of his chapter, “I’ll be right there.”
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“Put the dishes in the sink, I’ll wash them later,” Wayne motioned but his request was ignored, Astrid already had the water running, he just rolled his eyes.
When the dishes were done and placed back into the basket, the remaining food in the refrigerator, Astrid followed Wayne to the porch, taking a seat beside him, pulling out a cigarette of her own, “Diana kicked the bucket last night, did you hear?”
Wayne raised a brow, turning to Astrid, his own cigarette between his lips.
“Heart attack apparently,” there was no emotion behind the words, Astrid stared straight ahead, eyes fixated on nothing, “or at least they think it’s a heart attack.”
“Astrid…”
“She came over the other day, called me a hussy for letting men like Steve come calling in the night,” her eyes narrowed, “said I was no different than my whore mother.”
Wayne placed a hand on her forearm, he could feel the anger rolling off her, giving it a squeeze.
“They can call me whatever they want,” she sucked hard on the cigarette, putting it out on the ashtray next to her, “but they’ve crossed a boundary if they think about insulting people I love.”
Astrid’s mother was anything but a whore. Just a woman in love with a man not her husband. Sometimes Astrid wondered if they’d never move from Texas would her parents still be alive? Or was it a fate that neither could have avoided.
“I’ve got to get to Steve’s but I’ll be back soon, we should go take a stroll in town, enjoy some fresh air.”
“I’d like that honey, take care of yourself okay, tell Steve and Robin I said hello, for them to come over for some steaks, and give Oliver a hug for me.”
Astrid stood up, leaning down to hug the man she considered family, before taking off on her next stop.
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“Boys,” Wayne’s voice was flat, harsh, as he cleared his throat, “Astrid’s going to be staying with us for a little while.” He moved from the door for the girl in question to walk through. Streaks of red on her face, there were large stains on the pink dressing gown, she made a beeline straight to the bathroom.
Steve was the first to respond, jumping to his feet, about to go after her before Wayne grabbed him by the shoulder.
“Wayne, what the…”
“Don’t. Not right now.”
“No, I have to check that she is alright.”
“Well son, she ain’t, give her a little space.”
Steve started to protest, Eddie watched, a little stunned, they had just seen her the day before. He couldn’t help but noticed the haunting look in her eyes. The paleness of her caramel skin.
“Steve,” Eddie began, which caused the other boy to stop, shoulder slumping in defeat, as he return to his spot on the couch next to Eddie.
Wayne dropped into his arm chair, eyes closed, as he took a deep breath, releasing it with a heavy sigh. The breath he had been holding when he’d arrived at the home, neighborhood bathed in red and blue, sirens silent, as he caught site of a lone figure sitting in an ambulance.
Astrid.
Jim Hopper stood off to the side, talking to one of his deputies, before turning to the young woman. A hand on her shoulder, his lips moving, most likely trying to snap her out of her stupor.
“We’ll need a statement, Astrid, on what happened.”
Her eyes moved to look at him but not before looking pass him, two black body bags being taken from the home.
Wayne arrived just at that time, he’d blocked her view, holding her against him, “Don’t look sweetheart.”
“Hopper, what happened?”
Jim sighed, he lite a cigarette, exhaling, “It appears James killed Evelyn than himself. We received the 911 call an hour ago,” he motioned towards Astrid.
Wayne felt his heart drop into his stomach, that feeling of dread caught in his throat, he released Astrid to face the young sheriff.
“I’ll take her back to my place, we’ll stop by the station tomorrow for that statement.”
Jim only nodded, aware of Wayne’s connection to Astrid and her mother, but he wearily excepted it as the girl had no where else to go. She wasn’t exactly well liked in high school and didn’t have many friends.
Wayne’s eyes opened the moment he heard the bathroom door open. He watched as she shuffled into the room, wet hair braided over her shoulder, she discarded a plastic bag by the door.
Steve was the first to stand up, long legs closing the distance, as he pulled her into his arms, he’d grown taller over the summer, and her cheek rested against his chin.
“Hey, we got you,” he muttered against her head, before leading her to sit between him and Eddie, who patted her hand.
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“Astrid!” Oliver ran across the lawn, little body colliding against her, he hugged her leg.
Astrid laughed, reaching down as she patted his head, “Hey big man,” she placed the basket down beside her before reaching down to pick him up, hugging him tightly, “I brought you a treat, don’t tell your dad,” she reached into her pocket to pull out a plastic wrapped cookie.
Oliver brought his finger up to his heart, doing the cross my heart gesture, as he pocketed the cookie.
“Smells like mischief to me, keeping secrets eh?” Robin marched over, retrieving the basket, as she pulled both of them for a hug, “we keeping secrets from dad?”
Oliver’s eyes grew wide, as he shushed her, droplets of spit flying into the air, as he pushed his finger against his lips, “Mom! You didn’t see anything!”
Robin rolled her eyes, locking arms with Astrid, as she directed them into the house.
Voices could he heard coming from the kitchen, a little argumentative, as the trio approached, Astrid set Oliver back down, he sprinted into the kitchen.
“You cannot tell me that Pennywise isn’t one of the most iconic killers in the world of horror. It’s an alien clown that is able to manipulate people in order to lure them to their deaths. Look at little Georgie!”
“Freddy is better man, he can kill you in your sleep, at least with Pennywise it can be destroyed but apparently not Freddy. It’s like he is a family curse, he exist while the families that murdered him live. Dude’s disgusting of course.”
Robin scoffed, Eddie and Steve turned to her, beers in hand, as they gave her a look, “hey don’t stop on my account, I’m more of a leprechaun girl myself.” They knew it mainly due to Jennifer Aniston.
Oliver climbed into his chair, a little confused about the conversation at hand, but knew well enough it was his time to speak. He’d ask his mom later who they were talking about.
Steve placed his beer down, bear hugging Astrid, before kissing her roughly, “there’s my favorite girl,” Eddie and Robin collectively rolled their eyes with a grin.
“Wayne sends his love, just had dinner with him, but I brought over a Shepard’s pie without peas,” Astrid winked at Oliver, who gave her a toothy grin, to which she noticed he was missing one of his canines, she’d have to offer to gift him some money to Robin, “let me warm it up a bit.”
Astrid checked the oven for any pots or pans, having made the mistake once, when she’d turn on her own oven when her mother had requested it pre-heated.
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Steve opened his eyes, unable to sleep, the analog clock stated the time as two am, he groaned knowing in just a few hours he’d be lugging himself to school. It had been hell the day before, worry eating him away, while he sat in history class, the thought of Astrid alone at the trailer worried him.
He had tried to skip, take a leave of absence, but had been thwarted by Wayne, who scolded him on the importance of at least a high school education.
Steve moved to his left, brows furrowed, when he noticed Astrid gone, she’d fallen asleep between him and Eddie, after she’d refused Wayne’s bed, he felt her pillow, cold.
“Hey,” Steve poked his head out the door, after having searched for her inside, he found her sitting on the steps, cigarette in hand, eyes trained on the floor, he frowned as he watched a tear slide down her cheek, catching between her lips.
Astrid made no motion to wipe it away, she just turned back to staring at the ground before Steve opened the door. She didn’t even move when he wedged her against the trailer, taking one out of her pack, before lighting it.
“I’m sorry,” there weren’t any words that he could say to comfort her. How do you comfort someone who witnessed the death of both of her parents? Wayne hadn’t disclosed any information to either of them. Sending both boys a look when one of them had even attempted to ask a question. News hadn’t broken out just yet but surely by today, and people would notice her absence of two days, that the rumor mill would start up. Steve clenched his jaw, knowing he’d be spending some time in the principal’s office this week.
Feeling her wrap her arms around him, pulling him close, as she buried her face into his shoulder was a new sensation for Steve. Astrid didn’t show much affection, she never initiated a hug, it was always the other party. He let her sit there in silence.
“I love you,” he breathed, he put out the cigarette on the step, flicking the butt onto the gravel driveway. He inwardly cringed, knowing the timing wasn’t right, she’d just gone through a traumatic event and here he was confessing his love.
Steve hadn’t expected an answer, feeling her hot breath on his shoulder, her cold fingers warming up against his hot skin, he wasn’t sure if she felt the same way. He had never seen her with anyone his age, all the men he had seen her with were older, some her father’s age.
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Oliver sat in Astrid’s lap as they watched cartoons, Muppet babies to be exact, and she sang along with Gonzo as he cried over Camilla being gone. His eyes droopy, head on her shoulder, little fist clutching onto her cardigan.
Steve noticed first, sitting up, “I think it’s time for bed,” he said softly, plucking the child from her arms, holding him close, but not before Astrid was able to plant a kiss to Ollie’s soft cheek.
“You doing okay over there?”
Astrid looked over at Robin, who was sprawled out on the couch that Steve had just occupied, “Long day honestly. Had a few clients, one walk-in, though through a referral, guess the women of Hawkins could use a little help in the bedroom,” she smirked. The salve was mainly for their husbands who could use a little helping hand.
It was known that she was someone who the local housewives would go to for a little bit of “help”.
Steve walked in, holding something, eyes wandering between both women.
“So we’re keeping secrets around here?” He placed the item in his hand on the table, pouting, as he crossed his arms, “after all I do for you people, I don’t get a treat?”
Astrid stood up, amusement glittering in her eyes, “you’ve caught me but your treat can’t be shared.” Robin fake gagged from her spot on the couch.
“Oh,” Steve raised a brow, smirk already planted on his face, as Astrid wrapped her arms around him, chin on his chest as she stared up into his eyes.
“Gross guys, get a room,” Robin laughed, sitting up, “so are we watching The Craft or do I need to sleep with headphones on?”
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Okay guys! Another part and a little glimpse of the past for all these characters. Hope you like it!
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Cù Sìth | Scottish Folklore
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The Cù Sìth (Pronounced Coo Shee) is a formidable fairy dog that is said to be as big as a young bull. Unlike the English fairy dog, which is often described as being black, the Cù Sìth and has green fur.
"The Fairy dog (cu sìth) is as large as a two-year-old stirk, a dark green colour, with ears of deep green. It is of a lighter colour towards the feet. In some cases it has a long tail rolled up in a coil on its back, but others have the tail flat and plaited like the straw rug of a pack-saddle" Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland by John Gregorson Campbell (1900)
It has paws as wide as a human hand which allowed it to stalk completely quietly, or run with the sound of a galloping horse.
"Like the fairies , it moved silently , but for all its gliding gait , the print of its paws , as big as a human hand , were found on mud or sand or snow." Folk Lore in Lowland Scotland by Evelyn Blantyre Simpson (1908)
With a dog that big, you know it is going to be fast, and it is said that if you did not get to safety before it let out a third roaring bark, you would be overtaken.
These hounds were often seen in three different situations. The first is when guarding a fairy mound, the second was accompanying fairy women, and the third is when they are roaming alone. While roaming, they like to make lairs in the clefts of rocks. One such place was said to be in the rocks by the shore at Baluaig in Tiree, which gave it the name theBed of the Fairy Dog.
These good boys are very good at killing people, so it was best to keep distance.
"A shepherd in Lorn came to the top of a rock, and in a nest or lair below him he saw two pups about two months old with green backs and sides. They were larger and longer than his own dogs. He got afraid and fled before the old hound made her appearance." Superstitions of the Highlands & Islands of Scotland by John Gregorson Campbell (1900)
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intro redo <3
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(faceclaim: tess holloway)
hi i’m evelyn, although i just go by evie, and welcome to my blog! here i just document my life here in gotham and more recently being adopted by bruce wayne. here are some things about me:
i’m 17 and my pronouns are she/they. i’m also bisexual and polyamorous!
i have two cats (Shrike and Phoenix) and a belgian shepherd (Nyx)! they are all my babies and i found all of them in various dumpsters around Gotham. (no i wasn’t intentionally looking for them, but i wasn’t just gonna leave them y’know?)
i’ve lived in gotham my whole life (and yes i’ve met some of the vigilantes. no some of them aren’t as intimidating as you think, especially when you see one of them get scared by a trash can… cough red robin cough)
yes, being from gotham i have favorites when it comes to vigilantes. no i will not be saying who it is because they are all unnecessarily competitive and it will end badly.
my asks are always open! i don’t bite (usually, although i was under mind control at the time so i don’t think it counts) and would love to chat!
i change my hair color like a lot. don’t be surprised if i look completely different like the day after you see me lol
howdy y’all! i’m oracle ( yes i stole that from barbara gordon, she’s my favorite lol ) the person running this account. my pronouns are she/they and i’ll be using the indent with purple text to show when it’s me.
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eveshepherd · 8 months
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Name: Evelyn Virginia Margaret Shepherd 
Age: Thirty
Preferred Pronouns & Gender: She/her, cis-female
Relationship Status: Married
Previous Job: None
Community Job: Lookout
Reside in: A rundown log cabin in the farmlands— currently trying to make it more livable.
How long have they been in Redwood?: Two months
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tldr: eve was born to a young single mother and spent her entire life raised in a doomsday cult. she has never lived a normal life, and believes that the virus is a sign to spread her doctrine and begin cleansing the earth and preparing for the true end.
Biography:
Evelyn was a miracle. Her birth was ordained by a power much greater than just her mother— a girl with a quiet disposition, hands moving up and down the beads of a wooden rosary at all hours. She gave birth to her baby girl, an unblinking infant that did not make a sound. Evelyn does not know any other circumstances of her birth, of the life her mother lead before her. She has learned that if something is not known, it is best to not question it. Information will reveal itself, those who seek too much will find punishment at the righteous hand. 
What she does know is that Diedre took her five year old daughter and her suitcase, and began a long journey. An act of blind faith, of rustic gas stations and hitchhiking, moved by something within her soul. Their direction was unclear, the beads of the rosary continued to move as days passed. They would later call it their pilgrimage, once its true purpose was revealed, the word tripping over young Evelyn’s tongue in long syllables. 
Maryland was not the intended destination of their journey, but as with all things, one must have faith. They must trust that the woman running the strawberry stand off of a non-descript highway. When the woman saw the rosary and said true faith was so rare. When Evelyn had shyly introduced herself from behind her mother’s skirt, earning an expression of shock before the woman recovered her words, inviting them to come back to her home with her. There was surely a bed for a beleaguered mother and daughter. 
It was not until years later that the true reason for their acceptance would become clear. The Eden’s Gate commune had been missing its Eve, searching for the sign of the end of days that was promised to them with each and every morning service. Their Adam, their leader, knew she had been coming, knew the importance of her arrival. While her mother was simply another mouth to feed, another set of hands to garden and clean, Evelyn was special. She was looked after. She was the symbol that the end of all things was near. The daily reminder to be alert and of sober mind so that they may pray, they may survive the coming end. 
Though there was guilt and there was shame in her role, she could not escape the fate that grew around her. Pain was a secret language between God and the faithful; Adam's wrath translated it for her. She knew true love, the commune so intertwined around her, reliant on her good nature. Leaving was never an option, waiting became the great task of her life. How could she abandon those who had raised her, even when the burden felt so great she thought she might be the first to break.
When news of the outbreak reached them finally, it was almost a relief. Here was God's answer to the end of the world. They all prayed, waiting for their ascension. But the attack on their commune had not been predicted, it had not been preached, no one knew what to do. A group of holy people, all descended upon by creatures. The newly turned destroyed everything that they had built. Eden fell, Evelyn was locked out of it. 
Though she escaped, Calamity Shepard by her side, she does not know if any other members have. She does not know what caused such a violent change in God’s will. A massacre so bloody, the only explanation must have been sin, deep and rooted. It must have festered, spread throughout people she’d thought she’d known. They had been bitten before she could cleanse them, save them, send them to heaven. They had hidden their true nature from her, and now would forever be cursed to wander.
 She would prevent such a thing from happening again, the true believers would be found and spared. Those who needed to be saved would be found and given their chance at heaven. Redwood is simply a stop along her journey, another community which must not be overlooked in her journey. God had ordained her mother to deliver her unto the world, and she would deliver souls to heaven all the same. 
Headcanons:
Her full name is Evelyn Virginia Margaret, she did not have a last name until she took Cal’s.
As she was raised in Eden’s Gate, Evelyn is particularly skilled with off-the-grid living. She is able to lend a helping hand wherever it is needed, from gardening to general medicine.
Another consequence of this is that she never had a formal education. Although she was given basic schooling, she has a distinct lack of cultural awareness.
She still keeps her mother’s rosary around her neck.
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