#( @bewitcheddisney )

[pukwudgie-tremaine]

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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Could we get a shoutout please? We are a Disney, Ilvermorny crossover RP. Our plot centres around the conflict between witch hunter no-majs and the american magical community. Can the statute of secrecy endure with the changing times, should it endure or is it more important now than ever that it does? We have loads of exciting characters open so come and check us out!

shoutout !

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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. ]}

[pukwudgie-tremaine]

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)

[pukwudgie-tremaine]

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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      “One thing for sure, Ilvermorny knows how to do Christmas right,” she mumbled under her breath.  Peaking out her window seeing what she assumed was the last ladies and gents heading to the notorious Christmas Yule Ball in their beautiful gowns and their best suits.

      Only to feel her cheeks flush feeling a small twinge of wanting.  Jerking her away from the window to hectically rummaged through her notes on her lap and scattered over the bed.  If there was one thing she’s learned to try to keep up and better herself with her studies was exhausting.  

      She wondered if she’d ever really amount to anything someday- if all this effort will actually make her better or not.  She seemed to wonder about a lot of things lately.  Sometimes she even wondered if she had enough hope for tomorrow.

      Spending most of the night holed up in her room with closed door immersed in her studies for that upcoming exam.  Slipping in a doodle here and there with a couple of empty poetic lines for her next poem when she couldn’t think straight or memorize the answer anymore.

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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.

[pukwudgie-tremaine]

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.  

[pukwudgie-tremaine]

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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Sunday, October 22nd.

   Sunday evenings to myself....ahhhh the stuff of legends.

   So I wanted to rearrange my shelves. I got all my rocks, plants, and books and other small knick-knacks nicely arranged. So after doing that, I decided to clean my desk drawers too. There's something exciting about rearranging your stuff when you haven't touched it since my 4th year...so then out of three drawers, the last one was completely full of old school papers that I recycled. But I seriously need to go buy some normal potion viles like who uses old perfume bottles to store potions in?  Apparently, I have to but not by choice and I don’t really want to spend the money I’ve been saving since I started working at Quality Quodpot&Quidditch Supplies in Greylock Landing since the beginning of summer (with the deal I hand over half of what I make to my step-mother).  Still working there part-time after school but by this rate, I’m not going to make enough to support myself when I turn 18 (let alone go through another school year).

   Speaking of that I guess I only have 9 days before I turn 17! Yay.  My 5th year has been interesting but not so much in a negative way like it usually means.  Though the Masquerade Samhain Ball is coming in 5 days.  Hearing everyone talk about it is fun but I’m not going.  Oh, hell no.  The last time I went to a ball it was a disaster! We all know that story am I right?  But masquerade or not I’m almost too terrified anyway.  Let’s get real no one would want me there anyway.  I’m not special.  I’m obviously just a waste of space anyway and I just don't matter, and when I think I try balancing things out and believing things are different it never really is  It’s just me wishing things would get better.

   Guess I’m going to be hanging around the stables, the Quidditch field, or the library that night.  Afterall all I’ve been catching up on my magical studies since the beginning of last summer but I’m not going to lie I already feel this year’s going to be a lot tougher but I better make it the best because this just might be my last year.  Goooo Pukwudgie’s!  This is the year we are sooo going to win the Quidditch Cup (cause I at least want to know what it’s like to win it just once but we’ll see.  We will see).

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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.