#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ isabelle blackwood ⋮ answered.

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Izzy tags

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♬ (for Izzy and James @phantom-overdose!)

send me  ♬ & i’ll shuffle my playlist. first song i get , i’ll use a lyric as a starter. ( @phantom-overdose )

"You said you'll always be right here to keep me company. When I don't even love myself, you love me anyway."

[ladyhallen]

I need Isabelle Blackwood and Hagrid to be friends. It only makes sense.

...oh my god, your brain is so huge.

Isabelle Blackwood and Hagrid would be great friends, absolutely.

[loyaltybroken]

♥ Izzy and James ( @phantom-overdose )!

Send me a ♥ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours. ( @phantom-overdose )

“You’re adorable.”

Isabelle couldn't resist the grin that had spread across her features. She couldn't put her finger on it, but thought that there was something utterly adorable about James.

[traeumenvonbuechern]

Hi! No pressure to answer this if you don't want to, but do you have any paranormal YA book recs?

Hi! I don't read many paranormal books, but here are some suggestions:

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Out of Salem by Hal Schrieve

DeadEndia: The Watcher's Test by Hamish Steele

Night of the Living Queers, edited by Shelly Page and Alex Brown

Damned If You Do by Alex Brown

The Fell of Dark by Caleb Roehrig

Saint Juniper's Folly by Alex Crespo

The Coldest Touch by Isabel Sterling

Within These Wicked Walls by Lauren Blackwood

Afterlove by Tanya Byrne

The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl

Do any of my followers have more recommendations?

[sweetwhumpandhellacomf]

((Isabelle and the other Blackwoods belong to @nicolethewhumpatee!))

Much as he likes his friends and family, Nylian prizes quiet and solitude at times. He’ll wander off into the wilds with a few supplies and his bow and arrows, and not much else, and just take a few days to relax built-up tension. Himself, his thoughts, and nature.

His alone time is interrupted on this expedition, though, by a rampaging monster--a crazed insectoid creature tearing through the woods, devouring any creatures it can get its serrated claws on. Nylian thinks of packing up and leaving to fetch help, but after watching the monster, the ankheg, carefully from up in a tree, he thinks he can handle this one on his own. Its actions are not that of a particularly intelligent creature. With his bow in hand, he hops down onto the soft ground and starts to fire.

The arrows pierce through the ankheg’s chitin, and it turns its many eyes on Nylian, chittering angrily as it charges. He keeps his distance and keeps from letting the monster scare him, firing steadily and surely. The monster seems to be weakening, but it also seems to be closing the gap. Just a few more shots and that should down it--

--he stumbles, ankle catching on a jagged rock, and topples over backwards with a cry of pain. The ankheg screeches and surges forward, grasping Nylian’s shoulders with its claws. He rolls to get away from its pinching mandibles, but the thing’s grip is strong, and he feels something pop out of place. He doesn’t scream, but he very much wants to.

He can’t move his left arm now, and everything seems to be blindingly white pain from the shoulder outwards. He drops his bow and grabs for his dagger, reaching up with his right hand to stab at the creature. Once, twice, three times, and the thing’s slowing, slimy blood oozing from its wounds. It stumbles and lurches forward, Nylian’s injured shoulder still clutched in its grip, and the ground beneath them shifts and gives way.

Nylian does scream as the pair of them, elf and monster, tumble down into the gully below, the ankheg’s spiny carapace piercing his light armor and into his skin. They fall head over heels, finally coming to a stop with the monster lying dead on top of Nylian, its cold blood leaking out around them.

Nylian stares blankly up at the tree canopy above for a moment, trying to get his bearings. He’s injured, certainly, and something is wrong with his arm. Can’t move it. He has a communicator from the Blackwoods--hates using it, but this is a bit of an emergency. He needs help. He tries to reach for it and groans as his right arm twitches and sends white-hot pain out, almost blanking his vision with a sheet of grey creeping across his eyes.

Right arm’s out. Just have to grab his bag with his left. He lifts his arm up and pushes it under the dead ankheg to find his bag, wincing when the monster’s shifting makes his bad shoulder feel worse. The bag’s... the bag’s not there. He looks around, sags with relief when he sees it lying to the side, to his *left* side. He just has to drag himself over to grab it.

Only one problem: there’s a large dead monster keeping him pinned. He tries to sit, but the pain’s almost too much and he drops back down, vision greying again. He’ll have to... He’ll have to drag himself free of the carcass. Drag his injured arm and pull on that shoulder worse.

Hm.

It’s that or nothing.

He grits his teeth and shuts his eyes against the impending agony, then digs his free hand into the earth next to him, clutching tight to give himself leverage as he yanks hard, feels something grate where it shouldn’t be, screams again, until his arm comes free and he rolls halfway to the bag. His arm flops down on the forest floor, and his vision greys completely as he loses consciousness from the pain.

When Nylian wakes next, the sun is lower in the sky, casting an orange light through the forest. He blinks himself back to awareness, tries to sit, and is immediately reminded of his agonizing right shoulder. The bag, the bag--it’s right there, he just has to open it. With his right hand, he reaches out, pulls the leather sack close, and opens it. He feels for the communicator, and finds Isabelle’s bead, nearly greyscale in the darkening woods but recognizable by pattern. He squeezes it between his fingers, and feels instant relief when a shimmering blue portal opens.

Isabelle Blackwood looks through it and screams, more out of alarm and distress than fear. Nylian can only look up at her, exhausted from the pain and the effort of dragging himself to contact her. But he’s relieved. Rescue’s here.

Isabelle fetches some of her sisters, and soon Margaret is carrying him into the Merriville Hall infirmary, setting him gently onto a bed. “God, oh, God, Nylian,” Isabelle whispers, her voice pitchy and warbly with tears in her eyes. “What happened?”

“Monster,” Nylian answers, and he halfway screams again as Josephine murmurs a healing spell to pop his shoulder back to where it belongs. He almost passes out, but he doesn’t want Isabelle, so much like a little sister, to worry worse. “Killed it. Don’t worry.”

“Of course I’m going to worry!” Isabelle protests, sitting down next to him and clutching his right hand--the left is still alive with pain as the spell settles his nerves down. “You’re, I’m just, I’m just glad you’re okay...” And she bursts into fresh tears, leaning down to hug him tight.

Nylian wraps his right arm around her, letting himself relax. “Thank you, Izzy. I’ll be alright now.”

[salemroleplayhq]

❝You wanted the world to be better than it was.❞

MEET…

Isabel Usmani

Age: 33

Birthday: October 23, 1988

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female, she/her

Hometown: Salem, MA

Length of time in Salem: 8 years

Occupation: Developer at Blackwood Industries

Faceclaim: Zoe Kravitz

HER STORY

tw: car accident, child death

The Moore’s view of the American Dream existed outside of America. The couple bonded over a desire to see the whole world, while their parents worked hard to create a livelihood settled in an all American town – Salem, Massachusetts. They grew up together, they went to school together, they fell in love and stayed in their home town just long enough to get married and have their daughter Isabel. Much to their parents dismay, they began their life on the road, daughter in tow. Mr. Marco Moore was a nature photographer, working hand and hand frequently with Time Magazine, while Mrs. Marie Moore worked as a journalist, writing about world affairs.

Marco parents lived a much more traditional life, going into real estate and becoming developers for properties. Maria’s father worked in politics. They both were respectable, and successful families. Neither understood their children’s desire to be artists.

Isabel grew up never having much of a real home. She learned about many cultures, often times being immersed in them for months at a time while her parents worked on projects. Her father dragged her along hikes up a mountain at the crack of dawn, pitching up at a spot for hours to catch a picture of a mountain lion. Her mother brought her along to talk to locals as she interviewed them for pieces about war or nature crises. Isabel learned bits and pieces of different languages along the way. They’d implement new traditions they fell in loved with. She always found it hard to say goodbye, no matter how long they stayed. Isabel fell deeply in love with the people she spent time with. Parting always felt more sorrow than sweet.

Every other year, her parents tried their best to return home to Salem to spend certain holidays with their family. Everything about the town, about the way her family lived, felt so special to Isabel. She liked the white picket fences and the silly town traditions. She liked the spooky back story and the tours that seemed to make every little corner of the town special. She saw how her cousins had friends, friends they knew forever, friends they grew up with. By her uncle’s house, a little blue house sat on the corner, with orange colored trees in the fall and little yellow flowers in the spring. The snow sat perfectly along with roof in the winter time. Every time she passed the little blue house, she pictured living there with a family of her own, but sometimes she wondered if she’d ever be anywhere long enough to fall in love. Isabel loved Salem in a different way. Leaving there always felt like her hardest goodbye. She’d find herself wishing for their next visit before they even left.

Her parents always prioritized Isabel’s education, making sure their work never overshadowed the time to homeschool her. They were supportive in whatever she wanted to do when she grew up, but they were pretty insistent that she went to college. Isabel agreed. She liked the idea, especially since it felt like her first excuse to be settled for a while. Though, unlike her parents, Isabel never felt like she had much of a calling. She felt passionate about people and their stories, but she wasn’t a talented writer like her mom. She appreciated art the way her father did, but she didn’t like taking photos very much. Her parents ensure her, she’d find what she wanted. College would help. Where felt like a no brainer.

At 18, Isabel moved to Boston to attend Boston College, only a short ways away from the town she loved most, but still something new. She decided to try everything. She ventured out, taking classes in subjects she never even thought of. A lot of her time, Isabel spent in the library studying for the random course she signed up for that quarter – whether that was Philosophy or Improv or Chemistry. Very quickly she learned what she was drawn to and what didn’t interest her. She found business interesting. She graduated top of her class in the subject.

Everything else ceased to exist the minute she met Haz. A moment on the streets of Boston after a series of bad days she experience kindness from a stranger. Her books laid all over the sidewalk. Her shir stained with coffee. A gentle voice offered a hand. Hanna couldn’t help herself. The question left her lips, as the misfortune that landed her here flew from her mind completely. “Thanks. Do you want to take me on a date tonight?”

She finally had time to take however long she wanted to fall in love, but with Haz she fell instantly. Isabel felt as if she’d move anywhere with him, do anything to make his dreams come true. He knew of her desire to move to Salem, to live in a little house. The way they fit made everything make sense. Isabel decided she wouldn’t pursue a career, because of their shared desire for a family. They moved to Salem, into the little blue house. They got married. They had a baby. The rest was supposed to be happily ever after.

Isabel still recalled the sound of the phone ringing that day. She asked Haz to pick up their son because she got caught up buying decorations for a surprise party she wanted to through her husband. His birthday was still a couple of weeks away, but she wanted to do something big. Isabel almost didn’t answer the call from the unknown number. The news on the other end left her life complete changed. They got into a crash on the way home. Their son died. Haz in the hospital.

Isabel didn’t know how to process it at all. She cut herself off from mostly everyone. Her parents moved back to town to help, but she’s barely seen them. One day, a month ago, Isabel decided she’d go to work, she’d try to find a job. She needed something to do, because sitting at home with the empty room still decorated for her son was driving her mad. With the help of her grandparents, finding a job – a good high profile job, wasn’t hard. Throwing herself into work, seems to keep her sane for now.

PERSONALITY

+   nurturing, adventurous, outgoing

-   reserved, brooding, obstinate

Isabel is played RY

[perelka-l]

Made a list of designs I did for wiki because I’m curious how much of all that stuff I designed. Answer is - well, I don’t know. 

There ya go, in random-ish order.

SCP-105 – Drawn few times, short and short-haired. Nothing special, tbh.

SCP-166 – Also nothing special… Though horns are a thing.

Elijah from SCP-1730 – Here is the deal. I like him a  lot. He’s a sweet innocent boy that happened to be in a wrong universe at a wrong time. I like to focus on this aspect in particular. You’ll see.

SCP-1895 – Yee. Dang, I should redraw that.

Blackwood/SCP-1867 – Somehow I never saw that guy drawn as human. Ngl, I like my idea of neons.

Ephialtes of SCP-2173 – idk man that was random. But author liked it, so it counts a lot.

Cactusman – also nothing special.

Black Queen – Something of a gothic vibe. Maybe. I like the goth-ish skirt and a bandana.

Robert Bumaro – zoo wee mamma. Ngl, I’m extremely happy with this, considering how popular Bumaro became after I created that. At first I just wanted to create a counter for my first picture of Ion (look below) and this happened. Then we had some minor modifications and now he looks like this or this. There is also design of younger Bumaro, if you go by “the guy is reealllyy old”. If you feel like it.

Hedwig and Trunnion – we had 1, we had 2, I still prefer this portrayal the most. Ngl, I still don’t know how to incorporate the fact that Hedwig is Hedy Lamarr, but I found out about this only recently…

The Hexagon – those designs exist in paper form outside shitty cheebs, pinky promise.

Sarkic Squad – So Ion, Lovataar, Saarn, Nadox and Orok – Ion was designed first, then I threw  more human-ish form (younger Ion and Nadox here) and that’s how we roll. Well, all of folks of sarkic squad have human and less human form, really, but I prefer to draw humans. There is young Ion, young Lova, less-human Nadox… we roll.

Little Misters: Once I drew all of them, but now some of the designs are outdated, as articles appeared (like Sweetie or Lie), got updated (Laugh had photo changed), or I modified my design. The best ones, I think, are Redd, Lie, Stripes, Life and Death and Lost, but I am fond of those that are not outdated as well, even if I don’t draw them. Note that there are few designs that appeared only in tales as well (Feather, Purple). Idk why you should note that. It’s just a note.

Wondertainment – hoo boy. We have old Wondertainment which I like to divide into image he projects onto the world and what he is in reality. When it comes to Isabel, she’s just herself (if anyone’s curious, she’s a bit based on entire decora aesthetic. Guess here it’s more visible). Also, I’m still giddy Djoric liked it.

Marshal, Carter and Dark – Marshal was heavily influenced by Acquisitions, Carter… erm, I’m sure there is a tale about that out there. Anyway. Yeah. But I don’t think they are entirely human anyway. Less is said about Dark, the better.

Pangloss – He had a grand total of three designs before I settled on one. Kind of. I still can’t design. There is unearthly design, first lazy human design and more fun human design. I like the orange / green thing going on. He’s still an alien though.

Librarians – doing their thing

Agent Andrea Adams – dunno, I think she was also described but  I am fond of dark red + turquoise combo

Researcher James Talloran – I tried to hit “nothing special”. Hit it so hard, that I shipped and things happened. (And no, I can’t in any way say I did anything for Kondraki Junior’s design. it’s just an example over here.)

Doctor Jeremiah Cimmerian – since guy had no description, the guy was basically an occasion to do whatever I want. That’s what I did. Author liked it and after a bit of talk, I ended up with this. Proudest moment ever ngl.

Agent Green – is green.

Agents Kenneth Spencer and Robin Thorne – first I did a comic and now we have this.

Snipper / Pico Wilson – snippy. You can see his roots though.

MEKHANE – yeehaw, yeehaw. yeehaw.

Saturn Deer – at first I had him confused with 2845, but after talks with Dmatix I had stuff sorted out and we have this false prophet and troll supreme. More to come.

I drew a lot of other designs but most of times they were described in bigger or smaller detail or have photos (SCP-040 or SCP-993, for example) or have a popular design that influenced mine (SCP-076-2 or Clef or Iceberg) and  I feel that I shouldn’t list them here.

Also, no designs of my characters..... At least…. Not yet.

[maybclle]

“…IF ANYONE ASKS, BATMAN DID IT.”

basics

NAME: Gabriel “Gabe” Blackwood

AGE: 27

PARENTS: Isabelle & Forrest Blackwood

SIBLINGS: Marley [twin sister], Hazel [younger sister], and Nora [youngest sister] Blackwood.

OCCUPATION: Victor of the 124th Hunger Games, Mentor for District Three

✓ Gentle, Imaginative, Innovative

✘ Impatient, Sarcastic,  Stubborn

background

It’s never been a secret that Gabriel and his twin sister Marley were an unplanned pregnancy, kept a secret for the first few months by their mother as she fought with the idea that she would be having a kid when they had spent so long denying themselves the family that they had always dreamed off. Despite the unconventional origin story, Gabriel (though he never answers to anything other then Gabe) has never doubted how much his parents loved him. It was obvious throughout every moment of his childhood in the way they were so present, so involved with their lives despite their obligations as Victors of the Hunger Games.

However, growing up as a child of a victor is never always easy, and growing up as the child of two victors gave Gabriel a detailed insight into life after victory, the life that the Capitol didn’t mention when spouting on about how great it was to win the Hunger Games. Gabriel stumbled across his parents fears for his sisters and himself at a young age, overhearing them late one night discussing how to train them without telling them the details of what they were training for, his father wanting to shield them as long as they possibly could without letting the Blackwood children knowing the true extent of what could possibly happen to them should their name be pulled from the reaping bowl.

He never thought it would happen to him, so when his name was pulled from the reaping bowl at seventeen he was stunned. His parents worst nightmare was realised, especially when no one volunteered for him. In all honesty, he couldn’t blame them, who would volunteer for a stranger? The child of two victors, they had said, stood more of a chance at winning then the other children in the district. The normally mischievous prankster was silent the entire journey to the Capitol, one he was lucky enough to make with his family. This act set him off on the wrong foot with his District Partner from the start, who went out of her way to try and undermine Gabe at every turn, but he played on the fact he’d been reluctantly raised in the public eye and used it to his advantage. He played up his charms, inherited from his mother, and soon had the Capitol wrapped around his little finger. They were screaming Gabe Blackwood’s name. 

Before he knew it, he was in the arena. He was silent as he was raised up through the tubes from the catacombs and into a foggy town centre, a frown on his features as he looked around and tried to gather his bearings. The town centre screamed small town, beyond the buildings he could just make out the silhouettes of rolling hills, and as he turned around he could see a path leading out of the buildings through to a lake, seemingly the source of the fog. 

Time then began to pass too quickly, as the gong signalled the start and the tributes launched themselves of their podiums and towards the cornucopia located in the centre of the town. He went towards his without thinking, despite his parents telling him not to, and as he reached out for a dagger he found someone getting there before him. His district partner. He didn’t hesitate as he struck out with his elbow into the girls’ nose. He pushed forward and grabbed the dagger, before piercing her chest as quickly as he could. He didn’t react as the blood coated her hands, warm and thick as he pulled it out and stabbed her again, and again until she was lifeless. He took out the male tributes from Four and Eight shortly after, before he fled the town centre. 

Gabe fled to the hospital, hoping that there would be medicine, or weapons that he could get to. He set up a shelter in one of the nurses stations, crouching down where he finally managed to get sleep as he drifted off to the sounds of cannons. Ten tributes died in the bloodbath, three by his own hand and he dreamt of their screams as his eyes managed to close. However, the Gamemakers were bored with how things were progressing, with the child of two victors inside the arena they wanted him to be more interesting, more active in his killing. Or even better, have him killed. 

He didn’t hear them at first, as they pushed open the door, faces bandaged and daggers clasped in their hands as they walked towards him.  Blood encrusted uniforms displayed they were nurses, and ones blade scraped sharply against the table, causing Gabe to roughly jolt awake. He jumped up, and they sprang, slashing at him with their daggers. He tried to dodge them as much as he could, however one managed to slice at his chest, leaving a giant gash across his stomach. He fought them off, taking one down before he managed to dodge around the other and flee the room and out into the air where he encountered the female from ten, a girl who’d been nothing but nice to him. He stabbed her without thinking it through, and he couldn’t remove the look of hurt on her features from his vision as he held her to the floor. 

He held her for a long time after she died, still in shock, the fog surrounding them as he tried to fathom whether living was worth it. He didn’t notice his consciousness slipping, it had been planned that way, the Gamemakers letting a slow release drug into the fog that made all the tributes lose consciousness. When he woke, he was cable tied to a chain link fence, the remaining five tributes beside him. The monsters was slow to attack, each one assigned to a tribute. Whilst the others couldn’t break free, Gabriel managed to rip out of his cable ties, badly cutting his wrists in the process and kill his monster. He didn’t realise the others were dead, until the cannon sounded and a voice sounded out declaring him the victor of the 124th Hunger Games. 

Whilst Gabe recovered physically, with the exception of scarring to his wrists and chest, he has far from recovered mentally, especially given the fact he was thrown into mentoring straight after. He thought he could be okay, but within the year after his victory he managed to watch his childhood friend Sapphire, and then Savana go through the games and come out on the other end. The three bonded together, childhood bond strengthened and they banded together to support each other. They understood what everyone went through, when the others didn’t. They knew, and that bond formed and without any of them realising it, they depended on that. 

CONNECTIONS:

Marley Blackwood - twin sister

Hazel & Nora Blackwood: sisters

Sapphire Caulder: close friend

Savana Steel: close friend

Charlotte Tyr: fellow victor / co-mentor 

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Have you ever called upon a being that you inevitably regretted doing so? ( for Isabelle Blackwood )

🌻 random in-character questions

"Oh, definitely. I used to play around with ouija boards when I was younger. I learned the hard way that they're not toys."

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"Let me come warm you up, you've been out in the snow." (James to Izzy)

@phantom-overdose

"Are you sure this isn't just an attempt to warm me up?" Isabelle smirked up at James suggestively.

[loyaltybroken]

♥ Isabelle

Send me a ♥ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

“You’re really sweet.”

Isabelle wasn't that used to genuinely nice people, or smiling. She was being genuine, though. "I just, haven't really known that many people like you."

[loyaltybroken]

izzy tags.

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" excuse you, we have a dress code. pajamas are in my closet, bottom drawer; fluffy socks are in the second one from the top. " (cass to izzy!)

@astral-athame

Isabelle wasn't exactly used to sleepovers. She hadn't really had many friends to experience that with, so she was out of her element. Still, if Cass was one for comfort, she wasn't going to complain. "Oh, okay," she agreed, heading over to Cass' closet to look for the aforementioned pajamas. "Thank you!"

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"Stop talking" (James and Izzy!)

Send "Stop talking" for your muse to shut mine up by kissing them ( @phantom-overdose )

Isabelle's eyes grew wide with surprise as she suddenly found James' lips upon her own. She hadn't even realized that she had been talking a lot. Usually, she only did that with people she was comfortable around. James made her feel comfortable and safe, something she didn't feel too often. She normally didn't open up to people.

She was too surprised and speechless to return the kiss or say anything.

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“You brought it up. I was just trying to cheer you up.” //for Isabelle

Isabelle nearly laughed. Cheering her up wasn't easy, or so she thought. Maybe it was easier, depending on the person.

"Where are your red-headed friends? I could use a laugh."