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Shipname Masterlist

Jack&Ella: ( pumpkin spice and everything frightening: jacella )

James&Ella: ( the consciously brave ones: jella )

Rapunzel&Ella: ( glowing embers: enzel )

-Pending-

AnastasiaxElla: Unknown - Ellastasia

AquataxElla: Unknown - ??

AristaxElla: Unknown - ??

AttinaxElla: Unknown - Ellina

BarryxElla: Unknown - Barla

Eric&Ella: Unknown - ??

Gaston&Ella: Unknown- Elston

Jim&Ella: Unknown - Jila

Kent&Ella: Unknown - Ellent

MalenaxElla: Unknown - ??

PanxElla: Unknown - ??

SoraxElla: Unkown - Elora

WendyxElla: Unknown - ??

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Because nothing makes me happier || Jella

▉▎♚ : @jamesgrillobewitched

♪♫ ToDay Is A mUfFiNlEsS mOrNiNg ♫♪ Ella seemed to sing off key for all to hear.  Walking down a familiar path to James’s shack still singing.   

♪♫ I shouldn't have ignored the clock's warning, as I wouldn't have been nearly late for tea and find out that without muffins I would be.  Next time I'll remember to wake up on time.  For tea without muffins is simply a crime!  With a muffinless morning, the day isn't right, but least I can have muffins at tea time tToOnNiIGghHtT. ♫♪  

She must have gotten into nature cause when James could see her she certainly had a little fun on her way to see him.  Her face streaked with mud (✰) messily as she was crowned with twigs&roots (✰).  He could hear her coming singing about muffins on her way to see him.

Knock.  Knock.  Knock.

“James are you home?  I brought muffins!”  She spoke aloud in a singsongy voice.  { And a housewarming gift! } she thought to herself straightening up her posture before he opened the door.

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How can I help you? || Elston

& —.☆┊thebargegaston;;

@thebargegaston

Ella gazed out the Quality Quodpot&Quidditch Supplies store window thinking it was pretty slow for a Sunday.  Stocking up shelves with broom polish nearing 5:00 the time they close.  Absolutely adoring the scent of broom polish and being able to polish brooms in the back on Saturday nights sometimes sneaking her own broom in too.  Hearing the doorbell jingle greeting the person.  “Welcome to Quality Quodpot&Quidditch Supplies is there anything I can help you. . .Gaston! Hey.  Nice win last game.”

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Quidditch Blues

There was a sad, calculating tense expression on her glistening mud-caked face mostly in her Quidditch (✰) outfit as she sat in the middle of the Quidditch field long empty of anyone but her after the game they just lost.  Releasing a howl of frustration feeling her hands bawl up until her knuckles turned white and vented out for a moment shifting to laying on her back upset (✰) as she gazed at the stars.  Sighing heavily as she could still hear her ears ringing with `Cinderella` and `Cinders` (✰) from the announcer echoing through her hollow bones.  Worse?  The two other chasers went down in five minutes, and they only lasted 20 minutes. 20 minutes!  She really believed it was the worse Quidditch game in history and if it wasn’t it sure felt like that right now.  “What a good way to start the season,” she feistily said sarcastically to no one in particular.  “Augh,” she groaned upset not expecting anyone else was still around.

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& —.☆┊eldestatlantica;;

▉▎ ƸӜƷ : @eldestatlantica

{[ Ella didn’t have much to give but she did have one talent.  Knitting.  Ella’s wedding gift to Attina was a red blanket, a red hand knitted mermaid tail, and 12 teacup cozies all sorts of sizes for there needs. ]}

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ooc

Alright! I am happily back with a new computer!  

Only today I seemed to spend a lot of my time organizing my drafts (finding what I owed and deleting alot of junk I had in there) and some things since my activity section looks like a hot mess!!!!!

I had to get an RPThreadTracker (since I couldn’t tell what I owed and it seems to track when others reply to the same post soooo yea.  Got something that’ll help me, in the long run, cause me trying to solve that mess was not working) and today my internet was all spotty since it was raining/snowing

With that said the only thread I’m dropping is Quidditch Blues, and tomorrow my goals are: 

In the stars || Jim & Ella 

Making Empty Wishes || Ellastasia

(Attina Wedding scene with Anastasia)

WendyxAstrid

EricxAstrid 

JamesxElla (x3)

(and of course the rest of what I owe as well on both girls but I’m really aiming for my long para/older scenes and getting them rolling)

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Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Alligator Snapping Turtle Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ

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▉▎♚ : @stayfocused-anna

{[ A box, wrapped with basic brown paper, and a red yarn bow with a sprig of fresh pine and a white card stuck out in front of Anna’s front door.  Upon peeling back the paper and opening the box was a handmade knitted multi-colored scarf. ]}

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▉▎♚ : @jamesgrillobewitched​

{[ A box, wrapped with basic brown paper, and a red yarn bow with a sprig of fresh pine and a red sticker dangled in a nearby tree for James to see.  Upon peeling back the paper and opening the box was a handmade multi-colored wool knitted scarf. ]}

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Making Empty Wishes || Ellastasia

& —.☆┊ tremaine-ana;;

▉▎♚ : @tremaine-ana

The wooden floor was cool to her touch as she lightly padded across it silently. Slipping inside the Pukwudgie kitchen as 11:11 ghastly glowed in the darkness as Ella quickly clenched her eyes shut making wishes on empty numbers. { I wish that I’d be accepted by my Stepmother and stepsisters as who I truly am, } she thought to wish the same old empty wish despite knowing the truth of how they truly felt about her.

Throughout her life, she hasn’t really seen her birthday as something to be celebrated.  No.  Not anymore. It’s all just irrelevant like she didn’t exist but she didn’t mind that much.  Ella was always growing anyway and becoming a different person each year for better or worse.  Quietly baking herself a small cupcake to wish herself a happy birthday and act like today was any other day like she’s done every year.

While Ella waited for the cupcake to bake she wondered what today would be like?  Drizella and her friends would no doubt jinx and hex her, maybe push her in something?  Who could really tell anymore?  Though these things weren’t the real problem, the real problem was that she was always alone during these times.  

Preparing a simple vanilla cupcake with a sparkler setting it ablaze gazing upon it (✰) in the darkness in awe.  "Happy birthday to me," she whispered closing her eyes blowing out the dying sparks of the sparkler like a candle making empty midnight wishes.  Finally 17.

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Thursday, November 23, 2017. (TW: Self Harm)

Least Favorite Holiday:  Thanksgiving (which is today spending it back in Mississipi with my Stepmother and Stepsister Drizella).  

I can already feel the ghosts and demons coming back.  My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost.  

Worse?  Ever since I got back Edelina, my stepmother won’t let me forget the loss to the Wampus team.  She’s constantly hovering over me in the kitchen watching me (so I don’t sneak any food) reminding me and making me feel something Cato Pillar said that day: “Probably not though because this is real life and underdogs don’t win.” 

I'm a broken person.  I’m broken into a million useless pieces.  I think maybe I'm one of those underdogs broken beyond repair and this is real life and underdogs like me don’t win or find happiness.  I’m a broken thing, the girl broken beyond all repair.  I’m broken confidence, my dreams and wishes are just things ending in despair.  I’m broken hearted, the pain made fresh.  Cause I’m just an underdog.

Anyway, Drizella managed to spill red wine during Thanksgiving Dinner and of course, I get blamed for it!  Apparently, I didn’t lay the tablecloth smooth enough. Stuck with getting the stain out by hand or face going to bed hungry again. Craving as much as something - anything - but I guess I might as well settle with eating grass (not like that would be the first time and won’t be my last).  Since Drizella flung raspberries in the hot water and the water instantly stained the cloth anyway to an even deeper red color.  How many more days do I have left before I go back to Ilvermorny again?

Cause I’m sitting on the beach at 2am in the morning starving and writing this as I’m cutting myself.  There are seven cuts on my wrist now (

going to cover them up with bracelets so no one will notice

).  They didn’t even hurt.  Stuck with watching the ocean knowing, my feelings are like the ocean.  The waves are pretty big and rough, even on nice lazy days.  They still sweep over me and pull out all the good thoughts, begging me to slip into the undertow.  Now I’m all alone with just my thoughts, staying up only to torture myself but let's be honest the real torture is the pain of starvation.  

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Quidditch ● Pukwudgie Chaser ● #07

{[ Every game Ella wears her father’s old Gryffindor Quidditch gear and his Gryffindor shirt she found in the attic wearing it under her Pukwudgie uniform.  Wearing it with pride because she feels close to him when she’s wearing it. Having found his old Nimbus 2000 broom with a burned image of the Gryffindor crest engraved on the side of the broom when she was cleaning the attic back in July of 2016.  Knowing it’s an old model but she’d never trade her broom for anything because it means too much to her and would be devasted if something happened to it. ]}

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Saturday, June 17, 2017. (Past Entry - Bend the Trend)

       Do you ever just look at your life and feel like it’s terrible, or maybe disliking your own personality? Well, I’m beginning to think there’s something seriously wrong with my life and personality.

       Firstly, it's becoming very hard to sustain happiness in a dimming world.  I feel like I’m disappearing.  Not in that usual way, where I’m exhausted and depressed but really melting from top to bottom.  This time, I feel like I’m dissolving into powder from my stomach to the outside.  I’m lost in a nightmare/daymare with impending fear for seemingly ridiculous reasons like wanting a dress to go to the Solstice Ball.  I feel there’s this anger building in my chest that’s coming earlier and earlier, and time is just slipping out of my reach because I don’t want to go back home.  While my family keeps slapping me in the face.  

       Sometimes I feel like I’m walking backward’s and so I think I'm moving forward with my family, but really I'm like.. walking towards a cliff or something and I don't realize it until I'm falling.  I’ve done everything for my family.  I’ve done my best to be kind and be strong in some of the most hurtful situations and yet I still get treated horribly.  I seriously miss when I loved life and being a family together was simpler. I miss when I wasn't so exhausted, and being bullied making me look over my shoulder terrified I’m going to get ganged up (because I hate being jinxed and hexed all the time), and most of all I wasn’t so quiet all the damn time.  I miss when I didn't say I-miss before every nice thought in my head too.

       Nevermind. . .This isn’t anything new, is it?  I’m just going to take a fuck ton of my sleeping pills and just knock myself out because I can’t handle this right now.

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       Ella Tremaine ● ♏ ● Neutral Good ● Queen of Cups

       Ella is Neutral Good but has never been shackled by order. She sees good where she can, but knows evil can exist even in the most ordered place.  Ella is known to do anything she can, and works with anyone she can, for the greater good.  Devoted to being good and works in any way she can to achieve it. She may forgive an evil person if she thinks that person has reformed, and she believes that in everyone there is a little bit of good.

            Scorpio ● ♏ ● October 31 ●  Ella reflects the colours of the sea

       The Queen of Cups ● A dream is a wish your heart makes ●  Ella is guided by her feelings and speaks from her heart.  Often moved by the beauty and tragedy of life has to offer.  Ella is there for everyone and offers her shoulder readily for those to cry on.  However, when problems arise in her own life she rarely has anyone to turn to.  Her role is to be the comforter and not the comforted.  People are used to Ella having all the answers and so readily assume that her life and relationship is perfect.  As a result she may keep her problems to herself while continuing to help or comfort all those around her.

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Pukwudgie Dorm Room #27 || Ella Tremaine.

Ella’s room normally smells of rust, rocks, with faints hints of dragon leather polish.  Along with the heady perfume of humidity, delicate rose blossoms intertwined with spicy green herbs all the time.  

Her bed is found next to the window propped up by wooden grates.  That occupies rusty vintage tea tins filled with herbs she’s secretly dumpster dived for back at Greylocks Landing.  

Her desk is cluttered with just a few of her mother's rocks ( + / + ) she brought with her along with a framed photograph of her parents ( + ) in the center of the clutter of her mothers collection.   The desk drawers are filled with her school supplies, her sketchbook/journal and her vintage perfume bottles she’s collected over time having to use them for potion bottles and old ink bottles.  Painting the chair starry night ( + ) after her favorite painting.

The only decor Ella’s dorm room features are the plants she grows and the way she breathes life into rusty old items she’s dumpster dived for like old watering cans ( + ), rusty metal teapots and cans ( + / + ), glass jars and bottles ( + /  + / + / + ). and floating broken lanterns and small broken bird cages ( + / + ).  A constellation quilt she’s made by hand and a few of her mother's rock collection.  

Painting her wardrobe a baby’s breath color and on the inside a sage green with dragonflies, butterflies, dandelion details during her first year.  Along with painting three walls, a deep royal blue but the wall her bed is pressed against looks like paint peeling from the wall in the leftover baby’s breath and the deep royal blue paint she had with hints of all sorts of metallic gold to add detail to make it look like rust.  But the best part is Ella’s ceiling that matches the royal blue with all the constellations painted but what not many knows about is she has enchanted her ceiling so the constellations moved and flashed a bright moonstone iridescent glow ( + ) during the night time.

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I apologize for not being on:

when I said I was going to be on.

TW: DEATH&LOSS of an Animal

My cat had died and I just needed some space away from the internet.  I’ll be on Astrid a little later on today for sure.  I apologize for being inactive for so long.