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chaoticcutiewhirl · 1 year

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Dragon Ball: Memory

A short Story for my Namekian OC by the name Druchin, and as its pretty good I decided to also post it here:

For Pretense this story takes place after a sort of splitting event between two Namekians after their friendship fell out, one by the name of Cello and the other by the name of Druchin. Druchin is my OC. The Event was because of Cello siding with the Grand Makai which could doom the fate of Namek in the story of the RP this is based on, Druchin tried to convince him to not be evil, but due to that they fought and Druchin was badly injured without much energy left. Also should mention due to Cello not being the best parent, one of his kids blew himself up in hopes of killing Cello, allowing for Druchin to escape which is when this story happens. Please Enjoy ^-^ ______________________________________________________________

Druchin flew fast though the night sky, even though his body was in immense pain, he needed the air to blend through his energies in the world, he needed to be distracted. Druchin was focused on this prospect most out of anything. He needed to feel free after all that… The betrayal, the death, and the ultimate feeling of being lost to the wind as he was stuck in the cycles after his final confrontation with Cello for now.

The Namekian’s mind wandered as he continued, it felt like it has been hours since he began just barely holding it together, he needed somewhere to stop and rest, he needed a sanctuary. His ship was the only place that came to mind that was close enough for a serene place that he could rest, possibly some time off world was something he needed. He would need to head to Namek soon enough either way so it's likely he would be contacted through his ship when the time came and with the last of the energy he had left, of the wind he whipped himself up a current to carry himself so he could rest until he arrived. He laid there not even flying, at this point and with the pain he knew at this point with what energy he had left to regenerate before was to make sure he didn’t die but he had barely enough to stay awake. The Namekian watched as the stars and moon pass as he just laid there breathing shallowly as he succumbed to slumber, with dreams to come upon him as he would close his eyes and the darkness came and with it Silence.

= 🜁 =

When Druchin awoke he didn’t recognize his surroundings at first before his mind saw the clearing, in the forest near the bottom of a few hills with a few treaded paths from pulling materials and grabbing things for construction, this was Cello’s Camp, but before it was destroyed, but the hut still did not seem exactly the same. Instead of using the materials of the area being an island continent with more clay rich surroundings, this hut was like one from a memory, one long distant and buried, one of the memories Druchin gained from Seilide, his parent. A building of a mixture of something you’d see in towering mountains, a mixture of Marble and Limestone, with glass windows formed of magical means of fire cleansing something other than sand, an old Namekian Technique possibly as something as unrefined was rare to see be made into glass. This house was eerie as it stood out among the mixture of eucalyptus, ash, and rosewood that dotted around the forest, almost as if it was placed there by otherworldly forces instead of formed from the environment it came from.

Druchin walked the path he was on toward it still, as if he was used to this even though deep down it felt wrong. Not even a sign of the children of Cello was around when it was obvious one of them had some kind of earth magic capabilities with rising pillars of stone that dotted around the camp in memory. Even the campfire area where the eggs rested and had other signs of use seemed pristine as if no one lived here. Druchin still pressed forth.

When the Namekian came to the door, the window on the top bulb of the Namekian structure seemed to glow an orange brightness, almost unnaturally bright at that. When Druchin did enter the Namekian home was a natural home from what Druchin pieced together from Seilide’s memories he was given when born, it had a chair as the main piece followed by a few pieces of simple furniture like a desk and a table but it also seemed to warp at the same time as Druchin looked further. First a shelf appeared and quickly books started appearing, from Earth, Plant, and Namek primarily, even a couple from Sadala, Metonia, and Arcose appeared with one book he couldn’t identify immediately, one of a dark leather and seemingly a crest that looked like a Scorpion. There was a sense of familiarity to it all.

Druchin would need to look further but more came clear to him as he saw scrolls on the desks appear as well as inks and writing utensils, even art and relics of some kind.It was like a home version of his life on the ship early in life. The Patrolman was about to speak when a familiar voice came from above where another Namekian flew, lighting a candle in a lantern that seemed to be out of raw ore rather than anything refined, it was clear to Druchin who this was but that voice confirmed it. “About the time you arrived, the water was starting to grow stale.” The tone was similar to Druchin’s but way more playful as well as a more suave voice to pair in it all, it was clear this was Seilide. The Orange shoes he wore were standard kinds of footwear for a Namekian but it was even more clear as this one came down, wearing clothes more diverse than those of Namek. Seilide would stand out in a crowd with their loosely fitting shirt of white with a fitted vest a top it decorated with chains of a coppery metal beginning to oxidize and lose its bright orange sheen, all paired with poofy pants in Orange backed with a cloth of white held up with a golden belt, the same belt Druchin wore now as a memory of Seilide. Druchin’s eyes began to water at the sight of the more elder Namekian who shown some wrinkles, only lessened by the cat like expressions and flamboyant wear as more of Seilide’s wear seemed to appear elsewhere with earrings with the same coppery metal and golden orbs appeared on a table, with a wide brimmed hat hanging on the throne to one side and a dark wooden cane tipped with copper leaning on the other side.

“S-Seilide?” Druchin uttered in a shaky tone as he outstretched his hand to the old and long dead Namekian now on the ground as they finally touched it. So many emotions whirled through the patrolman as he looked upon them, some kind of nostalgia, as well as sorrow and confusion in it all.

As Druchin adjusted to this, the hand of Seilide held the back of his hand and pushed it against their face as they spoke again in a similar nostalgic and melancholic tone: “It’s been half a century my child, far too long since we last spoke.” A saddened smile came to Seilide’s face as Druchin felt himself be pulled in by his parent, with a hug. A feeling of warmth, almost as if they were there in reality but Druchin only knew it was a feeling as it would be impossible for Seilide’s return as they died of sickness.

When Druchin finally pulled away after moments of the embrace his words were less shaky and more formal as he would question existence itself as he would get into it: “How are you here though? I mean you are too… Well you! My mind would likely bring you back in a dream in a less…” Druchin motioned to the cluttered room that was far less Namekian than any memory he was passed down by Seilide and continued soon after: “This. How are you here?” The older Namekian chuckled a bit before coughing a little, grabbing water from a tray to sip on before they answered: “Well it should be obvious, you did hear its call after all, the call everyone will get at least once.” Seilide didn’t seem too sad or direct with it as they went into it and Druchin just seemed more confused by the wording. Seilide was always a riddle with what they meant exactly, dodging what would be the clearest way to explain meanings of things as Druchin would remember, he remembered the Patrol nicknaming his parent The Story Serpent for this fact even. Always being indirect, coy, and long winded with their words when they weren’t being playful with someone.

With the words in mind though, Druchin thought on it, unraveling the riddle as he thought of possibilities like conflict or the far more likely; Death. Druchin decided to ask to follow up on this idea of what Seilide wrought for him to go down while he was here: “Wait, did I die?” His words were confused again but now with a little surprise instead of sorrowful or nostalgic, just purely surprise as he spoke to his parent in this case.

It wasn’t long for Seilide to respond though as they chuckled as they began to spoon a tale again: “Heheh “Not necessarily, I mean you were on its doorstep but now your body is healed but not your soul. You are broken, my child, hollowed, hurt, and if I could I would heal this but this is a journey for you to face and I am just here to help for a step or a few. I mean I have extensions of this hut beyond this world of weak reality as this is mere mimicry based on your and my memory. Echoes of the past. Debts of knowledge yet to be known by you. I mean if you do die my child I shall pay one debt to you after all.” Druchin had a hard time following what was said as the more staccatoed syllables of Seilide and their repetition in ideas just seemed to drown out what they said to the Namekian, truly like they were back in good health after their death at 168. Truly Druchin saw their parent in their element of sorts.

“Wait Guidance? And wait do you mean by your old stuff on the ship from your collecting of trinkets and the sort? Wait, don't answer that, I don’t need more of a headache trying to figure all this out.” Druchin held his face in his hand as his tone was more exasperated than anything but again came the chuckle of his parent who didn’t continue but seemed to watch him. Druchin knew what Seilide would say if he brought it up, just another riddle of observation. The patrolman missed his parent but it was certainly tiresome to speak with them again without being told just more stories of Namek beyond the handful of vague memories he was granted with life, the only sense of memory magic needed for Namekian ‘birth’ unless it was to be a mutant like the old stories. When Druchin finally felt like he wasn’t going to have an aneurysm from Seilide’s speech pattern he spoke with a more calm tone trying to reason what was said: “Are you trying to tell me to look for your old stuff, do you have any idea as to what? Also that weakened reality, what do you mean?”

Seilide would have another light laugh as the began to seemingly draw rocks from the land outside and the rocks seemed to warp in their state between caliche to granite before changing more. Truly someone talented in their element from the perspective of Druchin, but as they did this Selide spoke with a light and more fascinated tone: “Well this is your mind, so you should be able to tell. A mental village saved from me being able to affect you while you are still being called even though you made sure you stay planted in the reality you stand. Truly this is a place where you’ll be able to return and find more, as long as you access inner peace. Your inner sanctuary, a place of much joy and happiness, a place that can be further molded by your experience, one only found through introspection on a deep enough level to allow this.” After a few moments Seilide did create something with the stones mixed together that seemed to resemble a sort of snow globe but far more zoomed out and they held it in front of Druchin as they continued:

“As for the weak points of reality, it’s a matter of how souls work and the magic tied to them. Yours is determined tied to a body currently brittle and weakened from over exertion, this allows spirits whether good or bad to affect you, as a sort of dream that you won’t remember fully. There are ways to remember and perhaps you may be doing it right now. After all it is you who sought the guidance, sought peace without snuffing a spark. This is your own without dragging beyond what you can currently conceive, with memory only being the factor to go off of, heheh. Think of my guidance as me being repaid a debt by fate as destiny can snuff out many in one universe and many in another as some of the scientists of the living theorize.” Their words yet again made less sense than if someone not manically wanting to catalogue every story heard or thought of would have explained but this time it seemed more grounded as Druchin looked to their parent whose eyes softened as they seemed to begun to adjust, but something Druchin didn’t expect happened as he looked at them for more of their wisdom. Seilide’s already paler green skin seemed to flick to almost like a statue made of terracotta before returning to normal in a millisecond and Druchin grew worried:

Druchin’s face showed the worried expression like someone who saw a ghost without thinking there would be a ghost as he saw it, and his words came quickly after as he tried to get an explanation out of the older Namek: “Wait- Wait, what’s happening?” Druchin’s heart raced as he wanted to keep his parent with him longer but instead of any comfort another flicker happened as Seilide seemed to draw a hand to their own face and gave a sigh before stepping past Druchin, heading to the outside and Druchin followed. “Wait, you’ll be here longer, Seilide, right? I don’t want to lose you so soon after we met again. Please say yes.” Druchin’s eyes were tearing up as some escaped leaving tear lines as Seilide simply looked beyond into the forest without much to their reaction to Druchin’s words.

When Druchin thought he lossed Seilide fully again, the elder spoke again with a sigh as their tone was sorrowful: “Seems like time was cut far shorter than to my liking… I am sorry my child but I have to go once more, the connection is weakening. I will miss you, till we meet again…” Druchin tried to reach out before the last goodbye was given but Seilide turned to Terracotta with just tears remaining on their face as Druchin’s touch turned the Statuette to dust. Seilide was gone again, leaving Druchin to think about what they said and what to do while he was still in this mental sanctuary as Seilide called it.

Druchin had tears well in his eyes but before he could cry he wiped them away and stepped back into the recreation of Cello’s hut in more traditional Namekian stones. When back inside the nostalgia of the ship hit him again as he looked around, like a home version of the Namekian vessel’s interior. Seilide said he would know what of this he needed, or at least he assumed, and so the Namekian patrolman focused, and wind seemed to pick up outside as he did, but when looking around, still nothing stood out in this picture. Perhaps it was something different, something to match Seilide’s ability to bend stone and ore to their will, something like a key to all of this. Druchin did as Seilide did, using telekinetic ability in this mindscape to grab a stone from outside again and he did his best to erode it in a way where he could fix it as he tried to find the place to put it and so he begun to look around, effectively creating a dust storm in his hand, full of these particles of clay, soil, and fragments of something like quartz within it all.

Druchin stepped around the hut looking, the scrolls were unwound and seemed to have writing in ancient Namekian, an even older script that Seilide said was found in the oldest ruins of Namek, ruins that even they couldn’t fully look into before they left. That was definitely not what Seilide meant but Druchin moved on looking at a bookcase dotted with books, some written by Seilide in their travels of the universe, ones he actually had kept and were still back in west galaxy at a Galactic Patrol compound with Seilide’s ship itself, or atleast the parts that weren’t salvaged for study. Shelves beyond that on the back side looked like it was also relics of their travel, a few blades dotting the furthest back wall as well as a few petrified organic life, some plants turned to gems and some turned to stone, even an arm made of stone. Definitely something was a story with each and every item, a story not to be learned as Seilide is now long gone and a moment of being able to speak with him was likely not going to come again anytime soon, and Druchin did not plan on staying dead if he were to die.

Moving to the final wall that there was possibility of signs it was all the books Seilide collected, and Druchin left the cloud of a dust storm afloat as he opened one. The pages were sporadic with writing on them as he flipped through the book, some of it didn’t even look like real lettering, this was definitely something reconstructed by his memory. Again his eye drew to the book of a dark leather with a symbol of a Scorpion atop it, Druchin grabbed the book and the etched writing did look familiar, and opening it had a few pages more easily seeable than the other books, then memory flashed in his mind as he thought of it. Many a time he kept grabbing at books when he was young all while Seilide was attempting to fix things like the hydrogen to water converter on the ship for survival, this book was one he tried to understand… This book was where he drew his Split Ricochet technique from in fact even though he could barely understand what was said. Flipping to the page again he recognized it, it was definitely the book, and the writing in it was closer to Namekian than galactic standard, and he knew what the page said better now, it was written in Makyan. The only Makyan book in the whole collection in fact, as he could remember the symbols of the titles for the most part as before, again mostly Namek, Plant, and Earth somehow followed by others.

When considering the collection Druchin looked at the Earth books again realizing these weren’t Seilide’s collection just filling the slots with what Druchin saw as a part of stores in cities, as they weren’t historical in context nor had magical pretexts. As Druchin focused more, the Earth books seemed to disappear, shifting the collection to be more akin to the ship than before, and the patrolman realize; this was a puzzle for him to see what was out of place.

Druchin kept the Makyan book, now closing it as he looked around further opening one of the winged rooms of the hut to look within and instead of more collections of Seilide, it was empty. Heading to the otherside, Druchin was surprised to see what he did, a couple of Makyan trinkets but ultimately more of a performer theming, and with a sigh he knew who infiltrated this branch but it was still nice to see as he closed the door to it again as he went back to the main room. Realizing the only puzzle Seilide left was in there as if this was the main Namekian room and thus his search continued.

Druchin looked around more trying to remember if anything was out of place but everything seemed to be in place, even the throne Seilide would normally sleep in, the one he modified to be big enough so when Druchin was a child he could climb up too. The steps for child Druchin were still there before the soft colored blue cushion began, all laid with a back of the sigil of Seilide given their ambiguous origin given what Druchin knew, the Warrior Clansman who was found in the wilderness than in any village, no sign of battle, just an egg lost within the Namekian plains, thus the sigil of the clanless was given to them as Clanless Namekians were extremely rare after the war begun. The symbol though was still not the thing wrong and with the hum of the cloud of dust behind him there was certainly some annoyance with it, or at least nothing appeared wrong until Druchin looked at the top of the Namekian chair, there was a divot. Druchin thought about it for a moment as he looked at it. The divot was like a bowl, like one where you would scatter small bits of charcoal to act as a torch yet that would be atop a pedestal instead of in the limestone-marble mixture of the chair, but Druchin attempted this.

Earth Magic was far from the patrolman’s strong suit but he took a deep breath as he attempted it, as the dust storm came to his hands again and began to spin. Druchin closed his eyes as he would attempt to be guided by the keystone nature of the room, and soon the energy in his hands grew more as the dust cloud began to spin. While Seilide could do it on mere whim in changing the stones to different materials, Druchin was someone adept to wind, not earth so he couldn’t do the same just needed to use wind to help. The dust kicked up in speed gradually in his hands and began to grow warmer and warmer, it was beginning to become liquid but at the same time evaporating from the friction of the event. Just a little further, Druchin needed to place more energy in this space to cause it and thus the wind grew more before the heat became stable and very hot even though it didn’t hurt like the burns he sustained from Cello.

When Druchin opened his eyes and looked, it wasn’t just fire he had, but plasma, he was surprised at the energy ball as it was in his hands, something about it was somewhat calming as he held it. As if there was more to it than meets the eye to the energized atoms he had dancing in his hand he just watched as they danced, and soon enough, Druchin almost instinctively knew what to do as he began to pull his hands together to compress it. He didn’t know why he knew it would help but it was almost like a call, something deep down felt like the energy could be a catalyst for what he wanted just if he bent the world around him to his magic.

Druchin ultimately would be successful though as gas spewed from the compressing plasma, gas forms of metals and liquids trapped in the soil, all to which dissipated as Druchin’s focus was just on this. When his hands cupped around the plasma finally, with one last push of magical energy he knew it solidified, and when he opened his hands he was right, all that was left was carbon and microbiological enzymes left to a piece of coal. Druchin with a breath then crushed it in his hand, letting the fragments of the coal fall into the divot again, and as they did, a spark happened with each one until a flame occurred.

When the Flame appeared the room became brighter as if energy of certain aspects began to glow brighter, and one book was the Makyan book he had still tucked in his arm. The book still was the same being slightly off in some aspects with a few blank pages but Druchin took it as a sign, he needed to look into these books more and he snatched them, one even being the unfinished scroll Seilide had on the table. In total twelve pieces of writing and the one he remembered where it was located was the Makyan book. In excited nature Druchin stepped out of the Namekian hut and when entering outside he saw for just a moment Tanbura was there and then darkness.

Druchin did not wake up though as he simply fell to the depths almost like being in a void between universes when he felt like he was falling forever then a flash happened. He was on stable ground again seeing Cello again, dark loom over his friend’s face as a malicious grin was plastered as they held a spear of wood over him before glowing bright and his senses were assaulted with beeps and whirs as again darkness came over Druchin.

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When Druchin awoke he was aboard his ship, and he could see beyond the windshield of the cockpit, seeing the moon, it was only two hours after his battle with Cello but he was already being called to duty again. With the energy he had he tried to heal further but he was still very spent as he opened the messages on his ship’s console, seeing the message sent by someone he didn’t know personally, a little saddening but duty called and thus he begun his ship’s engines’ flare. And with a hover up he jetted out of the space port, sending one message once he was out in space:

“On my way.”

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 3 years

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tw: physical and mental abuse, torture, drowning, broken bones, body image issues, horror, manipulation, kidnapping, implied gaslighting and stalking, referenced human experimentation, disassociation, obsession, and possessive behaviour

The only illumination in the forest was the silver of the full moon, it’s light streaming gently through the autumn leaves. The only sound was the quiet rustling of leaves in the breeze, the soft footsteps of passing animals. It was… peaceful. Serene. One might not expect it to be one of TommyInnit's favourite places, but it was far away enough from the rest of the server that he felt safe, quiet enough that he’d be able to hear any intruders.

He’d barely been able to sleep lately, ever since he'd heard those sirens, barely been able to leave his house. But it’s not a Big Man thing to hide in the house, trembling in fear like a fucking pussy. He’s not sure what in his sleep deprived mind possessed him to try and get over it by spending the night in a surely monster-infested at this time of night forest, but fuck it. He was always right, anyway, there was a reason people called him Tommy Trusty, or more accurately why he and only he called himself Tommy Trusty.

(No, it had nothing to to do with the fact he was going half mad back in the embassy, losing everything and finding it just when he was about to give up, always hearing noises in the walls Tubbo and Ranboo insisted were just the pipeworks, occasionally seeings the flash of a figure in the corner of his eyes. He’d torn the entire hill apart and found no evidence of anything, but as soon as he rebuilt it started up again.)

He just about jumped out of his skin hearing the pinging of his communicator. His laughter when he realised it was just the communicator definitely wasn’t forced, though, he definitely wasn’t shaking when he opened it up, because he wasn’t a fucking bitch baby. Probably just Tubbo or Ranboo being too damn clingy, or Wilbur asking why the fuck he’s a grandfather or something, right?

His eyes widened when he read the message on his screen. The communicator fell to the floor as Tommy scrambled desperately into the trees, words still repeating in his head over and over.

Dream: Run :)

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It could have been minutes or hours of blind running through the trees in sheer panic before he dared to take a seconds break, doubling over against a tall oak, panting. He wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten anywhere, or just ran in circles, and he wasn’t even sure if it mattered. It was Dream, he did this shit for a living. Tommy was a dead man walking. Was it even worth it running to just prolong it, instead of just sitting still and waiting to die?

A strange sound came from his mouth, a warbling combination of crying and laughter. It forced it's way from his chest, loud and painful and making him break into fits of coughing, barely holding onto the bark to keep himself upright. Prime, was he already going insane? The sun hadn’t even rose yet, and he was already barely standing on shakey legs, laughing and crying into the void.

The void laughed back.

Tommy barely had a second to react before he felt the harsh bite of the axe into his shoulder, and was pinned to the tree like a butterfly to a board, forced to stare face to face with his hunter.

Dream's mask was askew, his eyes manic (no, he realised, his eye, a sickening feeling grasping his stomach as it dawned on him one had been ripped out, leaving an empty, scarred socket). His mouth was twisted into a grin, half as manic as his eyes but half eerily familiar, reminding him of the look on Wilbur's face when they’d first met again after the two of them had moved to the SMP.

After too-long and not-long-enough, Dream yanked back the axe, causing Tommy to crumple to the floor as a new wave of pain emanated through his body. He struggled for breath, not even enough energy to scream, and barely even notice the hand ruffling through his hair brotherly.

Claws grasped tightly around his hair after a moment, yanking him back up onto his feet. He barely avoided falling back onto his knees after Dream let go, as he shakily ran as fast as he could, deeper into the forest, ignoring the eyes bored in on his every move, the wheezing laughed echoing off the trees, the sinking feeling that this too was just another part of the game.

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Tommy took shakey breaths, curling in on himself and trying to be as quiet as possible, small as possible. He instinctively raised his hand to his shoulder for what must have been for the thousandth time. It’s still surprising when he doesn’t feel it slick with blood, just cold like marble, like a corpse.

(He really was just a dead body forced to keep walking around, wasn’t he? He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror anymore, and the confirmation it wasn’t just skin deep felt almost as sickening as the agonising pain going from his shoulder all the way down to his fingers as they lay limp and unresponsive.)

“Come 'ere, Tommy!” Dream said to himself with a clear smile in his voice. God, Tommy sweared he hadn’t shut up since he’d first found him, and he still jumped whenever he heard it. He’d collapsed into the bushes the second he’d had a moment of silence, but that couldn’t just fucking last, could it? “I know you’re here, Tommy. Come on, stop hiding,” he said, voice filled with the same condescension one would have talking to a child or a frightened animal. “I don’t want to have to burn down the forest, but I will if I have to.”

Tommy's eyes darted, frightened, through the greenery. He’d had the luck to manage to collapse away from the thorny berry bushes that surrounded him, but he’d have to crawl through them to escape. He couldn’t find it within himself to care, anyway. He was already aching everywhere, and he’d caught one of his trouser legs on a branch, ripping it awfully and letting his leg get stung over and over by nettles until it was red and inflamed. It was already his bad leg, the one that always hung a bit limp after he broke it in the Final Control Room, but mixed with what must have been hours of running from the muted sunset colours painting the plants around him and a few rough trips he wasn’t sure he could even walk anymore.

Still, he couldn’t just sit and wait to burn to death, so when he heard the sound of a spark he desperately crawled through the brambles, clawing through with one good arm and leg, scrambling as fast as he could to try and somehow get a lead. He heard Dream's fucking obnoxious tea-kettle laugh, and grit his teeth as he heard the sound of claws against dirt grow closer.

Tommy tried his best to keep quiet as the thorns dug into his skin, as he had to use his remaining working hand to pull them out as they embedded themselves in his skin. Something other than the gnawing terror grew in his chest, something warm, as he slowly, far too painfully slowly, clawed his way closer and closer to the clear ground, felt the ground turn muddier and more and more of a slog to drag himself through. He could hear the flowing water of a river up ahead, and ridiculously his first thought is relief he can finally get off the dirt and grime uncomfortably coating every inch of him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the first in who knows how long, as he finally, finally, managed to crawl out of the foliage, clawing his hand onto the clearing. He felt a sense of relief, of finally being free from the awful feeling of the thorns tearing through his clothes and sinking into his flesh. He wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was hope, but it was the closest he could ever remember to it.

Whatever it was, Tommy quickly felt it die as something heavy came down on his hand, the feeling of his bones being crushed underneath him sending a new wave of nausea through his body, leaving him gagging, not enough in him to even be sick.

Dream pulled him into the air by the scruff of his neck, and Tommy didn’t even have the energy to fight back anymore. He just let himself hang limply from Dream's grip, eyes focused on nothing in particular as his hunter laughed and laughed and laughed hysterically.

“Oh, Prime- Tommy, you should have seen the look on your face!” Dream said in between breaths, wiping an inky black tear from his eyes. “That’s the best part of the hunt, y’know? Watching your enemies hope leave their eyes once they’re reminded who they’re dealing with. Once they know who really holds the power- well, there wasn’t really any question here, but you’re so stubborn, anyway. And all I had to do was strike a match.”

Dream forced Tommy to look at the plants behind him, completely healthy and unburnt. “I didn’t even have to set anything alight, I just had to make you think I did. It’s so easy! You never think ahead, do you, Tommy? When the fear gets to you, there’s nothing different from you and a wild animal. And wild animals can be tamed.”

“Fu-fuck off,” Tommy forced through gagging. “I’m not like- like a fucking wolf, I'm not a pet. I'd rather die.”

Tommy was pretty sure Dream was rolling his eye. “Well, if I have to do both, there’s nothing stopping me. No one knows where we are. I’ve not seen anyone else even come here but you. Even if they go looking for you, they’ll never find us, Tommy. We've got an eternity.”

“Even if? Shut up, prick. I know they’re looking for me. Tubbo's looking for me. Ranboo's looking for me. Wil- Wilbur, he has to be looking for me.” Tommy insisted.

Dream’s face softened into the false concern that pissed off Tommy more than anything. “Wilbur? Why would Wilbur be looking for you? He left you behind with just a forgetful ghost, remember? And Tubbo? Tubbo exiled you once before, what makes you think he’s gonna care now you’re gone again? Did he even try to free you when you were stuck in the prison? Did Ranboo?”

“I-“ Thinking of it, Tommy wasn’t sure if they had. They’d just got married, adopted a kid, and tried to forget about him. He wasn’t going to fucking listen to Dream, though, so he growled, half feral. “Shut up. Just kill me and get it over with, dickhead.”

Dream burst into the wheezing laughter again. “I’m not going to kill you, Tommy. Not here, not now. That’d be far too boring. I'm going to keep going up until you can’t, anymore, and then I'll take you home- to our home, I built it specifically with you in mind, and then maybe we'll get started on the experiments.”

That brought back old memories that Tommy had hoped were gone, tubes and agonising injections and scalpels and being cut open alive again and again. “I’m not being a fucking labrat again.” Tommy said, swallowing and trying to hide the shakiness of his voice.

“You don’t have a choice,” Dream said, sounding far too cheerful about that fact. He carelessly dropped Tommy back to the ground, onto his knees. He ran a hand through Tommy's hair like he was stroking a fucking dog, and Tommy hated how he automatically leant into it, some animalistic, raw sound bubbling from his throat as Dream continued. “Don’t worry, Tommy, I'll take care of you. It’s not like I’m going to lock you in a cage and ignore you or anything. You’re far too fun for that.”

Tommy looked at the ground, trying to hide the fact he could feel his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. How much had he told Dream about everything, during exi- during Logsted- during the “E” times? He yelped as Dream roughly forced his chin up with his claws, digging in harsher than the thorns. Tommy did his very best to avoid looking him in the eyes as he felt his gaze.

“Tommy. Look at me.”

“No,” he said without thinking. By the time he realised what he said, before he could even open his mouth he was being dragged by his hair. The pain was almost as bad as his hand, as he was unable to even try and take the weight onto anything but the chunkful of hair Dream had a vice grip on. Tommy bit his tongue, trying his best not to scream.

He didn’t even realise what was going on until his head was shoved under the freezing water. He took a lungful of water in with a breath, desperately flailing with what strength he had left with what limbs he could move. The cold stung at his eyes, his skin, feeling like a thousand needles stuck through every nerve on his head, and he couldn’t stop himself from hyperventilating, taking in more and more water until suddenly he just felt too tired to move, too calm to care, and his head was suddenly yanked back out into the air.

He coughed up water, taking in a few breaths, and before he could fully comprehend what was going on he was under the water again, burning his lungs and making him want to peel his skin off. He wasn’t sure how many of the horrible, repetitive cycles he went through of the drowning, under until he felt like he was going to drown, then up for a few precious breaths only to be forced back into the water again. The worst part was that he couldn’t help thinking, well, this is better than the salt water, better than the exile.

Finally, after what feels like hours he's pulled back onto the bank, curling up in on himself and gagging up mouthfuls of water. He closed his eyes and saw Log- saw the beach, opened them and saw the forest, until they started to blur together, mud and tents and fresh and salt water mixing into one.

He painfully forced himself up on one elbow after finally he didn’t feel like he was going to vomit up any more water, and he heard Dream hum. “So you can still crawl, hmm? I‘ll give you a ten minutes head start, and you better have moved by the times up.”

“But-“

“I told you, this ends when you can’t keep going anymore. Not when you won’t.” Tommy flinched away from the sternness of the voice, expecting another blow. “Maybe I'd have given you some pity, if you hadn’t defied me. Unless you liked it under the river, I’d suggest you obey.”

Tommy didn’t need to be told twice.

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Tommy had barely managed to crawl from the river, behind a boulder, when he collapsed completely.

He couldn’t move anymore, could barely blink. It was still sunrise, the last of the stars having disappeared. The colours were pretty.

Prime, he was tired.

He felt back like when he was little, and Philza had just taken Tubbo in, and he’d stayed up all night comforting him after he’d had a nightmare, and he was so tired he’d started seeing shit, yet feeling like he couldn’t sleep yet, he needed to stay awake.

He’d never see Tubbo again. He thought he’d feel sad about that, but he just felt resigned. Sadness required energy he didn’t have.

All he could really focus on was the feeling of the breeze against his skin, the heavy feeling against his chest as he focused on breathing, in, out, in, out, the burning in his throat and his shoulder and his hand. They felt like the only things real anymore, everything else a dull snapshot that felt so distant, so far away.

He knew he should panic when he heard the sound of claws tapping on the ground, words that blurred into one big mess, but he couldn’t. He just felt tired, frozen.

He’d heard, once, that when deers stand in the headlights of an upcoming car they freeze instead of running or fighting. Tommy thought that was stupid back then. Now, dimly, it made sense. Staying still was just so much easier, and sometimes all you could do was conserve your energy.

He wanted to just close his eyes, to sleep, but something at the back of his mind screamed at him that Dream wouldn’t like it.

He feels a hand ruffle through his hair before he sees him, and for a second he thinks of Wilbur, back when Tommy was very little. He used to have nightmares back then, and he’d cry all night and wake up Wilbur and Wilbur would tell him made up stories about grand nations and heroes with cocky grins and electric blue eyes with cool brothers that wrote songs and loved the ocean.

Wilbur wasn’t here, though. It was just Tommy and Dream. Just Tommy and Dream now and forever.

“‘M tired,” he whined, leaning into Dream's touch automatically. Dream laughed.

“You must be. C'mon, let’s go home.”

Tommy didn't resist as Dream picked him up effortlessly, slung over his shoulder like a hunters prize catch. It hurt his shoulder, and he bit his tongue, vaguely remembering he didn't like showing weakness. He felt like more of a placeholder in Tommy's shell, like Tommy had fallen asleep awake and he was the replacement.

He tried to focus on Dream. Focus on something but the static of tiredness clouding his head. Being like that felt dangerous, like something he wasn’t allowed to do. But Dream was there, physically there, and Tommy focused on the feeling of his bony shoulder, the sharp claws gently holding him steady, the feeling of hair brushing against the tattered remains of his hoodie.

“Y'know,” Dream said, more to himself than to Tommy, “I've got materials for some regen potions back home. With them, your hand could be able to heal in a few weeks, and then we can do this all over again. That'd be nice.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no.”

“'T wouldn’t be fun. I don’t wanna do this ever again.”

Dream laughed to himself slightly. “I wasn’t asking. Not everything is about you, Tommy. Now, go to sleep. I want you aware when I show you our new home.”

“'Mkay.”

Dream laughed again. “You'll really do anything I say like this, won't you?”

Tommy shook his head, ignoring how dizzy it made him. “Nah, 'm just… tired.” he said, finishing with a yawn, making Dream laugh again. That was good, he thought. It was just him and Dream, right? They just had each other, now, they should try and help each other.

Tommy knew he should have been frightened, he should have been fucking terrified, but all he could think of drifting off to sleep was that he just hoped tomorrow would be less exhausting.

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Tagged by: my lover @hammurabicomplex I’m tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to pick this one up! share with the class if you feel like it! tag me in it!!

PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it.

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now! [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore. even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye. i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way.

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all.

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER. F L Y P A P E R. FLYPAPER. FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street. roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani. I am but a simple opossum.

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’) It’s the most grounding smell in the world.

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I—— I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!! take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT… the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

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thedarkestdragonknight · 6 years

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Character Aesthetics - Jacques Cresent

Note - Some of this could be seen differently depending on the setting/RP. I tried to keep it as close to his Canon information as possible however!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. emerald. indigo. ruby. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. pear green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. rifles. canons.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. woods. hills. highlands.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenixes. peacocks.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. Knitting. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking.

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[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. manipulations. faith. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions. kink.

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Accepted - Marlene McKinnon

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submitted:Marlene McKinnon Application

Regular Application OOC Information: Name/Age/Timezone- Erin, 19, GMT Activity Level- Currently I would say around a 7, At the minute I’m in university and work part time but I have a majority of evenings to myself where I can RP. Ships/Anti-Ships- + Marlene/Happiness & Marlene/Chemistry | - Marlene/ Abuse & Marlene/Unhappiness Did you read the rules?: Yes!

IC Information: Character Name- Marlene Grace McKinnon. Age/Birthdate- 19 years old, Marlene was born on the 25th of October making her a Scorpio. Scorpios are a water sign meaning they are driven by passion and emotion. Much like Marlene, these two emotions dominate her decisions, urging her to do what she believes is right. Faceclaim- Emma Mackey Kathryn Newton Virginia Gardner

Occupation- Office Worker at the Magical Law Enforcement, preparing to apply for Auror Training. Blood Status- Pureblood. Traits- + Passionate, Humorous & Fun. - Impulsive, Opinionated & Stubborn Fun- If there is one thing that Marlene McKinnon’s friends can rely on her for, its Patronus- Marlene has not yet been able to conjure a Patronus yet, she longs to but with her uncertainty about her career. Marlene can’t think of a moment in her life where she was truly elated. However, once cast her Patronus would take the form of a horse, an animal with an aspiration based on passion and freedom as well as personal drive. Boggart- Ever since Marlene fell from a tree when she was young, she has had a fear of heights. Quidditch is something she loves to watch but could never take part in.

Key Points-

- When people discuss the McKinnons, it’s almost impossible not to mention the youngest and only daughter of the four McKinnon children. During her Hogwarts years, Marlene was electric. The Hogwarts Corridors echoed with her laughter as she had late night adventures with her closest friends. However, Marlene McKinnon was not always the party animal that she opts to be now. Instead, growing up Marlene was a terribly shy child. She never fit in with the daughters of other families, she wasn’t interested in the fine toy sets or piano lessons. Marlene was far more content reading or going to play quidditch with her older brothers. Nobody made her laugh more than her brothers; they were best friends. She idolised her father for his charm and hard work ethic. Her mother always had high expectations of Marlene, expectations that Marlene frankly did not want to strive for. Marlene loved her mother, but she never seemed to do anything right. As a young girl, her mother focused more on trying to make Marlene fit in than appreciate who her daughter was as an individual. Maybe it was out of fear that Marlene wouldn’t put herself out there and find herself lonely. But the pushing did end up being more of a hindrance than a help. Instead of appreciating her mothers’ concerns, Marlene became aloof to her mother’s wishes. The mother and daughter bond that Carolyn McKinnon hoped for, became more frayed as time went on. - As Marlene progressed into her pre-teen years, her shyness slowly began to fade. Her voice began hollering louder than her teenage brothers, it was as though she had adapted to the chaotic surroundings of having three brothers. Gone were the years of Marlene burying her head into a book at the sight of an argument between her siblings. Suddenly, she could argue her point better than them all. Armed with a witty disposition and a cheeky grin, Marlene McKinnon became a force to be reckoned with. • Hogwarts was a method for Marlene to branch off from her family, a way to make new friends that weren’t the children of her parent’s work colleagues. She became known for voicing her opinions too often resulting in a few howlers from her parents. Despite how supportive of they were of their daughter, with such dangerous times approaching the McKinnon’s wanted to fly under the radar. To their dismay, the youngest McKinnon did not see the point in beating around the bush.

• As a child, Marlene was a follower, the blonde followed the path with the least trouble and conflict. But after gaining some independence at Hogwarts, Marlene became a leader in every sense of the word. She stood by her own opinions no matter what, even if that could be perceived as ignorant. She wanted to defend those who could not defend themselves and believed that her position as a pureblood would benefit this. Marlene couldn’t care less about her words putting her in danger. She wants nothing more than to get her point across. • Marlene’s shoulders are heavy with the weight of ambition. Since the age of twelve, she has longed to become an auror after witnessing her Uncle Henry McKinnon receive an honorary medal for his contribution to the Department of Law Enforcement. As he sauntered across the platform, Marlene’s eyes beamed at the idea of giving back and protecting the communities who could not protect themselves. However, these dreams seem to be slipping through her fingers. Instead of being studious, Marlene filled her Hogwarts years with hedonistic activities such as parties and pranks. Her love of a good time took priority over her career. This was a shocking blow to the girl, as she was faced with a rejection letter from the auror training programme after leaving Hogwarts. Her confidence was knocked, and the weight of rejection sank her deeper into her drive to do right.

• Her adjustment out of Hogwarts has seemed a lot more difficult for Marlene in comparison with her friends. Although she presents a nonchalant front, her closest friends know how hard the auror programme’s rejection ruined her. Her grades managed to gain her a position as a secretary for the magical law enforcement. To distract herself from her failure, Marlene has thrown herself into the Order, willing to take on any task to earn the respect and fight for the cause. However, she remains hopeful that a desk job could put her in a good position for moving up within the ministry.

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Para Sample- It was a on a grassy pasture in Marlene’s Mckinnon’s hometown of Edge Hill, Liverpool that she fell and broke her arm. Her brother, Max had pushed her from an oak tree after a brief moment of panic when he discovered a wasps nest on the second highest branch. It was that vivid of a memory that Marlene could even remember the snap of her arm as her body tumbled onto the sharp blades of glass. Her throat closed over and her face paled from the shock, the fall was a memory that she could recount word for word. However, the pain afterwards was a blur. It flashed past her eyes like a bolt of lightning. That was the last time that Marlene ever recalled crying. Names or criticisms never bothered the girl growing up, the blonde was able to wave them off which a quick remark for the person to ‘fuck off.’ But as she glanced down at the letter in front of her, her throat felt raw as though she had just swallowed a fistful of glass. Her eyes glancing over the same word over and over again on the scroll of parchment, ‘rejected.’

Eight Letters was all that it had took for Marlene’s world to collapse in around her. It was the 27th of June, only a couple days before Marlene and her peers would leave school. Only a couple of days before Marlene would be shoved out into the world to be left to her own devices. The excited chatter that boomed around the marble arches of the Great Hall faded into a soft murmur. A loud high-pitched ring began to infiltrate her every thought. Marlene McKinnon didn’t cry, she couldn’t, not in front of everyone. Her grip around the parchment tightened as a familiar voice broke Marlene from her thoughts. She began to pull the letter into her, crinkling the red stamp of rejection into the inside pocket of her cloak. With that letter, her dreams were gone. Any chance she had of becoming an auror disappeared from her grasp. “It’s nothing…” Her voice merely a croak against the bustling backdrop of the hall. “I need a ciggie…” Marlene tapped the table, her breath shaky at she rose from the bench. Before she could respond to Lily’s calls of concern, Marlene walked as far as her feet could take her.

As the summer breeze engulfed her senses, Marlene collapsed onto the nearest piece of grass she could find. Prior to the letter, Marlene McKinnon was excited to leave school. It had been a time of new possibilities, new encounters and experiences. Now, everything seemed uncertain and for the first time in a long time, Marlene McKinnon was scared. Her hands trembled as she attempted to light the cigarette between her lips. Finally allowing the tears to spill down her cheeks, Marlene McKinnon didn’t want to leave Hogwarts. What the blonde thought was certain was gone, her excitement had turned to fear. In Hogwarts, she had a purpose, she was safe, and her friends were there. Once they graduate, Marlene didn’t have a clue where she stood. People would move on and Marlene would be left behind, nothing remaining besides the ghost of her dreams. Lying back on the blades of grass, Marlene couldn’t stop the tears that were pouring from her eyes. Marlene McKinnon had gone years without crying but with the crumpled up letter in her pocket laying heavy against her chest, This time, Marlene didn’t know if she’d ever be able to stop.

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talonva · 7 years

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tagged by: @fahej-rp

tagging: uhhh... @dancingspiders ? i don’t know anyone that hasn’t done this lol

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE; ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE. REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST.

fire. ice. water. air. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. ribbon. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. laceration. brand. burn. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. dagger. axe. lance. arrow. hammer. shield. staff. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. marble. fruit. meat. poison. medicine. snake. bird. clock. shell. leather. chain. ribbon. tie. hat. heart. spade. club. diamond. gloves. eyes. sunset. sunrise. dawn. dusk. maps. boots. love. loss. killer. liar. healer. castle. fort. stronghold. hotel. tower. bridge. cathedral. museum. mausoleum. gallery. library. dance hall. night club. school. academy. neon. pastel. goth. grunge. preppy. scrolls. ink wells. hairspray. lipstick. shrine. tapestry. mural. graffiti. carnival. casino. skyscrapers. hills. farms. anklets. bracelets. chokers. scarves. sweets. sky. earth. calligraphy. painting. writing. embroidery.

#i need a tag for hana #i forgot the one iused to use #whoops

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cereittanyprincess15 · 7 years

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Tags List

Seeing as I have too many tags to be featured on the side of my blog now, I’m making this official tags list with descriptions of what can be found within them for easier navigation <3

General Tags

My videos - every new video I post to my youtube, and even some tumblr exclusive ones here and there

My gifs - my gifsets, ranging from upcoming or finished videos to standalone manips

My edits - random manips that aren’t attached to any videos (yet?)

Behind the scenes - looks at what goes into what I’m working on, including timeline screenshots and WIPs

Video descriptions - until I discovered it was much easier to just paste the story for my longer works in the descriptions, I’d rarely post them here

Movie/show downloads - the occasional post where I share 1080p download links

Personal posts - mostly texts posts where I ramble and rant about things, mostly concerning video matters

Fandom Tags

Teen Titans - works containing TT and TTG

Disney - this includes pretty much every animated movie, not just disney

Crossover - mostly tied in with Disney

Marble Hornets - a pretty dead tag since THAC ended, but I still have hundreds of ideas I never finished

Rooster Teeth - works containing all videos with RT [changed from its original tag to ‘c0kbyte’ to avoid RPS videos showing up in the tag]

Silent Hill - works that include both the movies and the games

Until Dawn - [will contain more than just Gasoline in the future]

Mr. Robot - there’s not too many but eventually will be

Night At The Museum - mostly ties in with MR, seeing as there’s only so much that can be done with these movies alone

Misc - other works that are few enough to not warrant their own tag

Backgrounds Masterpost

General tag - You can find all of my backgrounds here

Wolf Children - Only a couple have people in the background, but the majority is 150+ backgrounds ranging from scenery to buildings [link coming soon]

Links

My OTPs - A list of all the ships I’ve come to love, including canon/crack/crossover, plus my most favourite characters

Non/Disney character list - A very extensive list of 2/D and 3/D characters, made to help with casting for videos; their gender, species, and movie are all listed. Sometimes I forget some or haven’t seen their movie, so if there’s someone missing from the list then let me know~ [Currently very incomplete as it takes a long time to go through everyone I have so far]

More to be added in the future :D

#it took me like 3-4 hours to go through and retag everything and make sure they were in order

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vcnus-flvtrxp · 7 years

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tagged by: @technotranquility tagging: @fahej-rp , @chaoticphoebe , @peacevein , whoever hasn’t already done this

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE; ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE. REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST.

fire. ice. water. air. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. ribbon. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud.silver.steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. laceration. brand. burn. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals.thorns. hay. glitter. heat.cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. dagger. axe. lance. arrow. hammer. shield. staff. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires.emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning.sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. marble. fruit. meat. poison. medicine. snake. bird. clock. shell. leather. chain. ribbon. tie. hat. heart. spade. club. diamond. gloves. eyes. sunset. sunrise. dawn. dusk. maps. boots. love.loss. killer. liar. healer. castle. fort. stronghold. hotel. tower. bridge. cathedral. museum. mausoleum. gallery. library. dance hall. night club. school. academy. neon. pastel. goth.grunge. preppy. scrolls. ink wells. hairspray. lipstick. shrine. tapestry. mural. graffiti. carnival. casino. skyscrapers. hills. farms. anklets. bracelets. chokers. scarves.sweets. sky. earth. calligraphy. painting. writing.embroidery.

#tagging game

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snicketsquadron · 7 years

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☩ Aesthetic. ☩

What are your muse’s aesthetics?

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ] ~ burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle.indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists. hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins. guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ] ~ bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets.

[ MATERIALS ] ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite. moonstone. petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain. bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ] ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp. plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ] ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer. hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches.worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] ~ pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum. mints. candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks. celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. beans. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ] ~ music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk. classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art. sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolor. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defense. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. dueling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey. reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice.

[ STYLE ] ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint. make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. noes rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pajamas.

[ MISC ] ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honor. piety. charity. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

Tagged by: @vfdlibrarian

Tagging: I’m pretty sure all the people I rp with have already been tagged, but just in case: @optimisticlumber @higgsburyscience and anyone else that wants to!

#aesthetic #meme #info

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