#( get u a man that is named edgar bones )

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Edgar anon here but I'd like to ask a question from u... What things do you think of about Philippe because the art you made had me going crazy and only strengthened my interest in him fr

Oooh okay, you have to take what I say with a grain of salt because his character comes with the Pandora’s box of racism and I’m trying not to die by mob wrath

Okay now that that’s aside, I see him having a strong sense of justice coupled with an overwhelming temper, he’s got a habit of oscillating back and forth between direct and cold when he’s working and extraordinarily temperamental when he thinks he’s close to a truth or been pushed the wrong way

one of my dear friends suggested that he carries a dire paranoia from the death of his mother and his desire to identify criminals is because first he was looking to avenge his mother’s death and then his sister’s, AKA I don’t think he’s shooting in a racial direction, at least not intentionally, but rather patterning what he thinks a criminal looks like after who he thinks he saw kill his mother so not only can he eliminate them but also remove any such thing occurring in the future by targeting those who look similar. He is difficult to work with in the sense that if I cook him even slightly wrong people will light me on fire for my sins but such is the challenge of tackling the mindset of a guy from the 1800s

I digress though we only have two letters to his name so hopefully in the future I’ll have more lore to work with

he plays at having a stable and righteous appearance so he fits in the role of enacting justice but underneath that he’s quite unstable, oscillating wildly between incredibly independent and isolated and severely overprotective and obsessive, he is the definition of hot and cold, he’s trapped very much in a black and white state of thinking

should you try and romance him you’ll be stuck in this weird cycle of him deciding what is best for you, whether that is keeping you ignorant of his business and holding you at a distance or clinging to you so hard it hurts

In the vein of being clingy I think he has a rather bad jealous streak, it especially has him acting up when someone is being too touchy and affectionate with you, it makes him more physically clingy in return because he’s feeling like a territorial asshat, this also plays into sex with you, as he vastly prefers being skin to skin with you as much as he possibly can, the closer pressed to you he is, the better. and yes of course there will be waxplay involved it comes with the man

something that me and my friends have also avidly discussed is the possibility that he would make a wax figure of either you or him and have you fuck it in front of him, or vice versa. this man would fuck a wax figure I’m sorry I hold no doubts about that

if you want to get a deeper layer of freaky (which I’m surprised no one has considered yet) you could engage in a strange threeway with him and his sister, either in a scenario where she is still alive or even when she’s a wax figure adhered to his shoulder (I like to imagine her spirit still haunts him frankly and that her bones are stored inside the figure on his shoulder) either way people need to consider freakin it with both of them because they are both hot and Christina herself is much more stable than Philippe’s moody ass, they balance out the vibes nicely I must say

that’s all for now, if you want to send me more inquiries on specifics by all means I’m happy to dissect him further 🙏

[the-cashewpeia]

Good Night, My Love (Lancelot x Alice/MC)

Title: Good Night, My Love

Pairing: Lancelot x Alice/MC (Ikemen Revolution)

Additional Character(s): Jonah Clemence, Edgar Bright, and… someone (you'll know about them later)

Genre: Fluff + crack

Words count: 1777

Warning: -

Note: The conversation written in italic is a flashback that played in Lancelot's mind.

And thank u @plumpblueberry for helping me with the beta read! ♡

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The chilly breeze of the night, a sign that winter was coming, somehow had been his companion since the last few days, as well as a teapot of the already cold tea. It was late at night and he was aware of that, even though he did not really care what time it was now. Maybe midnight? Or maybe past midnight? The King of Hearts did not have a concern about it as long as he could finish his task before the sun would rise.

A load of paperwork had been on his desk, his floor, and even on the sofa in his office that it must have been hard to find a spot to take a seat. Jonah was constantly complaining, mentioning about maintaining his health rather than working overtime when the others went to sleep. But Lancelot did not listen to him, like always actually, and walked back to his office after convincing the Queen that he would get more sleep that night.

He remembered that the Clemence's oldest son followed him until he reached his room's door, ensuring that Lancelot would really go to sleep this time, before bidding him a goodbye. The blond turned his heels at that time, to go back to work, when Jonah turned his head and caught him red-handed. The younger man scolded him and literally saw him entering his room, like a mother to her child.

"Lancelot?" The voice of his beloved reverberating in his mind, the time when he stepped in his room, he found her in her pajamas and waiting for him to come.

His exhaustion wore off as soon as he saw her brilliant smile and her dazzlingly beautiful figure. The weariness of the day could not even take her cheerful attitude away, even though she was running around the headquarter doing chores like she did almost everyday.

He flashed her a smile, before enveloping her smaller form in his arms, whispering sweet words of praises and adoration.

"You need to sleep." He pulled back, as those words left his mouth.

She smiled softly in response, "you won't join me?"

Lancelot averted his eyes, somehow felt unable to resist her charm, "I need to finish my work first."

Her smile dropped, before she put up another soft beam, but the King of Hearts could see it. She was sad, and he knew it. But he needed to work harder to make the world better, for her, for everyone. That was why he must push himself harder or else--

"But... Jonah and Edgar said that you worked too hard these days. You need to rest too, so you could work for the next day." Her voice almost sounded pleading, "um... I mean, please take a rest, okay?"

Lancelot stroked her silky hair, before heading towards the door, "I will, after I finished my work. You must go to sleep and don't worry about me." He painted a reassuring smile on his lips, hoping it could ease her worried mind. Without waiting for her reply, he left to do his said task.

It was late and the wind was getting colder by the minute. The tea was no longer satisfying his need for caffeine, and the urge to apologize to his lover was choking his throat. So he put his pen down and strode down the hallway in the direction of his room.

The light on his bedroom was surprisingly still turned on. What surprised him more was finding his beloved fell asleep on the couch, head bobbing up and down, and her soft breathing lulled him to the dream world.

A low chuckle left his lips, as he sat by her side and muttered lines of adoration as soft as possible. His hand reached out to move her hair from covering her delicate face, before another hum interrupted him.

"Lancelot?" Her voice hoarse and he could not stop a smile from forming.

"I'm sorry for making you wait." He stood up, before he lifted her smaller form in his arms, "shall we get to sleep?"

She answered with another hum, as he lowered her down on the soft mattress and pulled up the warm blanket. Lancelot could not even remember the last time he changed out of his uniform as fast as he did now, and before he realized, he was already on the bed with his lover enveloped in his hug. She nuzzled his chest, mumbling a sloppy bid of good night.

A happy smile formed on his face, as he pressed his lips on the crown of her head.

"Good night, my love...."

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Bonus scene:

It was a peaceful morning after being embraced in each other's arms and warmth, when....

SLAM!

A loud sound startled Lancelot and Edgar, who was inside the King's office. Before them was a fuming Jonah, his steps almost loud enough for the soldiers in the Black Headquarter to hear.

"My King." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I apologize for interrupting your work, but I remember saying that you need a proper rest last night."

Lancelot nodded his head innocently, "You were and I was getting enough sleep last night, just like you said."

A playful chuckle interrupted the conversation of the most important officers in the Red Army, and it successfully caught their attention.

"My, my, Jonah. Are you changing jobs at the moment?" Edgar was grinning from ear to ear, as he tried to control his laugh.

The Queen of Hearts let out an annoyed scowl, like he always did when Edgar smuggled a bag of gummies to Lancelot, "You need to stop playing around and start focusing on our King's health!" He turned his head, facing the said King, "But your office's light was turned on the time when I was woken up in the middle of the night. I thought that you were still working on some reports."

Lancelot went silent for a moment. Well, he was planning on checking on his girlfriend, when the urge to sleep consumed his already tired body. Maybe he forgot to turn the lights off and tidied the documents on his desk before he went to his room.

"So I came here and called for you, but you did not reply. I thought you finally went to your room and I turned your lights off." Jonah continued his story, but the concerned look on his face remained the same.

"Ah, so it was you." Edgar's lips curved up to an amused smile.

"What did you mean by that?" Confusion was painted all over the fair Queen's face and before he asked for more explanation, the man before him already did it.

"From the window, I saw someone was sitting on King Lancelot's chair and opening some of the drawers to look for something. But King Lancelot did say that he was resting in his room, so I could conclude that it was you."

"Excuse you? I'm not that kind of subordinate!" He was ready to knock some sense in Edgar's head about what the admirable Queen of Hearts would never do to put a disgrace on Red Army's reputation, when the Jack's words struck his mind first.

"Wait, what did you say?" His eyes shot open in a shocked state, "someone in King Lancelot's room last night? They must be a thief! King Lancelot, we need to...."

That conversation about work and the King's health soon forgotten as the three most important people in the Red Army, well... mainly Jonah, were discussing about the said intruder. Somehow Lancelot could grasp what happened or who was the person they were talking about. But seeing his subordinates stubbornly continuing their conversation, he would let them do as they pleased.

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What actually happened that night:

Not too long after Lancelot left his office that night, a blinding light of magic emerged from nowhere. When the light faded, a man in a dark hood appeared.

"Good ev-- oh?" His smile washed out from his face, as he realized that he was alone. It was uncommon for the King of Hearts to leave his office that early, as they would share a chat like any other silent night. Not like they made plans; the hooded man was not a man of promises though, but he could not say that surprises were not his cup of tea.

But... the crimson red carpet somehow felt different, maybe he changed it or asked someone to wash it? And the room... was it always that big?

Being alone in that familiar room for the first time made the man pay more attention to little things, as he would come and go in mere seconds, too short to notice these small details.

"Well, what a shame." The man let out a soft chuckle, as he walked slowly to the throne Lancelot used to sit. He eyed the furniture, whilst allowing his fingers to run on the soft material.

It was soft. Well, it was a chair specially made for the highest ranked person in the Red Army, after all.

The urge to just sit and relax won his mind and soon he found himself sighing when the pillowy sensation met his back. He could forget the aching feeling on his back while working. But now, when he was finally at ease, the uncomfortable sensation consumed his mind. Somehow it reminded him to take a rest sometimes, not only stand before his boss and wait for his orders.

"Hm... what do we have here?" Curious, the man took one of the documents on the desk, examining it for a while, before plopping his back on the soft material on the chair. He did not understand much, but of course that file was written about army things that Lancelot did.

As if that was not enough, he opened some of the drawers to find some stationery and another pile of documents. And... well, he did not expect to find a secret stash filled with sweets.

Humming to himself, he eased his position and thought about what he should do there. After all, it was such a waste to just go back to that dark tower and go back to work his fingers to the bone.

"Well, Lord Amon always does this." His fingers dancing on the table, as if he was moving some little yet delicate pawn. A second later, he pushed the air recklessly, but careful enough not to drop anything from the desk.

"Heh." A chuckle escaped his lips, but his enjoyment soon interrupted by someone calling for Lancelot's name. Quickly, he used his magic again to leave the room.

That was the time when Jonah entered the room to find no one was there.

[jemmawrites-a]

shit my best friend and i have said starters. 

"and she's the giraffe" "big beard energy" "big lumberjack energy" "I freed my head!" "I think we are all javier" "javier is a state of mind" "maybe fuck you will be our always" "what are you talking about it already is" "thank you for my piece of broken glass" "who messaged me nobody messages me oh I messaged me" "I can't promise anything about drinking because my family is very…..baptist about it" "DID SHE TELL YOU THEY WERE HAVING SEX AGAIN WHILE I WAS TRYING TO WATCH VEGGIETALES" "he's horny for love" "anyway, before I got distracted by the star penis" "he can be the fun uncle. the funcle." "teeth worked. I forgot I had them." "it was like edgar allan poe gave a handjob to lovecraft" "she probably gets paid $25000 each pixel of her ass" "I'm just drinking my coke and wishing it was something stronger" "*gestures to cheese* checkmate atheists" "I knew it you were after my chicken you fucker" "that's how we roll in this chili's" "I'm going to fight you in olive garden" "ding dong I made a mistake" "I don't have the energy for them to be horny" "they're draining the energy from you and turning it into horny energy" "you play stupid that’s what the women in our family do" "can we focus on me for two seconds" "he's a special kind of stupid" "THAT'S WHY I DON'T TALK TO YOU ALL SWEET YOU'RE A DICK" "I don't know who amanda is but we're throwing hands" "for every act of self care there is an equal and opposite act of self destruction" "it's a loving ass kicking" "I don't know where we're going I just know I don't like it" "when in doubt hurt somebody emotionally" "wyatt starts with the weird shit and delilah makes it worse" "it's me when I drink caffey" "he's got freud anger" "he's such a piece of dumb" "I'm crying in the carhartts" "I'm going to keep repeating this is fine until it is" "she's not particularly kinky she's just….the worst." "my face-head region hurts" "I know I named you coulson but you didn't have to be a jackass" "does he think he did the smart thing? no. but he did the thing that made him feel better." "LET ME HAVE MY CRUNCHY SPAGHETTI" "getting close to death during sex is the closest he's gonna get" "I don't like knowing I'm 9.7 bananas tall" "shut up windows you greedy little bitch" "I got invited cow tipping once" "shotgunning beers at 15 and shotgunning apple juice at 21" "I'm a sucker for a good murder ballad" "they godfathered me with a lizard once" "I heard a yeet and a crash" "my whole bones hurt" "okay you old man in a child's body" "are you done being an emotional whore" "yeet that skin" "things on my neck shouldn't vibrate" "that is an entire boob" "that is an entire female presenting nipple" "he needs everyone to be aware he has the biggest penis in the neighborhood" "I'm not even a real person today fuck you" "they serial kill but they only go after really shitty people!" "watch out you could get canker gingivitis AIDS" "don't you sing macklemore at me" "when has being tired ever stopped me from doing anything i'm depressed tired is like 90% of my personality" "play bitch games get bitch prizes babe" "dennys is where you go when it's two am and you're either looking for a plate of nachos with a side of pancakes or a parking lot knife fight" "you're a dick clown." "don't take my kneecaps take my brain i don't want it anymore it keeps hurting me" "no man may know the hour indeed but eventually we're gonna run out of hours and it'll probably be before this upload finishes" "tag yourself i'm 'that's just too much for a young texan boob to feel'" "FUCK RIGHT OFF WITH THAT FA LA LA BULLSHIT IT IS JUST BARELY OCTOBER" "that ain't no corn forest" "sure you can fuck them" "fuck u i love u" "i'm always murdery" "if there is uptown i must funk" "kids are stupid. that's why they're small. they have to earn their mass in the world." "bubble rave is the only way i will be describing the adhd brain from now on" "all the tropes of a chick flick all the angst of a soap" "make ur anxiety their anxiety" "you're gonna scare the shit out of some dumbasses after they come out of an asshole." "woof woof motherfucker" "glitter, truly the herpes of craft supplies" "willy shakes is always good for a party. it's batshit crazy the whole way through and everyone dies at the end. my kinda night." "i may only have one brain cell but that's one more than my sister's got"

[magicalgirlmusings]

Through the Veil

The universe is an amazing thing of infinite possibilities. This is much less romantic when one of those possibilities comes crashing into your life. Let me just say that it certainly changes your perspective, if not, it at least gives you one hell of a headache. The problem is, the headache doesn’t go away. What you have seen can’t be unseen and then you have to make a choice. I’ve ... made mine. Only time will tell if it was the right one. In the end we must all take responsibility for our actions and whatever consequences there may be.

What’s more fun than a 12 hour shift at a hospital? Your bus getting into an accident on the way home from that 12 hour shift. Loans don’t go away after you’re a doctor. Surprising, I know. Luckily I found an apartment that was conveniently on one of the bus routes in town. Unluckily, tonight wasn’t the night for quiet rides back home. I was sitting in the back of the bus, head against the window and dozing while making mental notes of the movements of the bus. Left...merge... right...u-turn. The route was memorized by the feeling of inertia on my body, there was never a need to open my eyes until the pattern got near the end. That night was different though, not the route, not the amount of people, but who got on the bus.

That night was just me and a unfortunate soul that was curled up on the seats to sleep, probably to be out of the cold for at least a while. The bus driver didn’t seem to mind, bless him. Everything was fine until we picked up our third guest. You ever get that feeling of something being off, someone gives you a bad feeling but you don’t know why. That’s what I had. This was a problem, my intuition is always right.

The man was breathing heavily, probably from running to catch the bus. He quickly picked the seat next to the homeless man. He was constantly looking out the window, as if he was looking for someone or something. Could have been he was just on a bad trip and was paranoid. I hoped that wasn’t the case because I didn’t want to end my night having to treat someone for ODing on a bus if they had a little to much fun. His focus then switched across the isle, taking glances at the man curled up. His leg was bouncing furiously, like in agitation or anticipation. It happened so fast.

A shift of the body Screaming Blood Screeching Sudden shift of inertia The world on its side Grinding of metal Pain Black

It took a second to recover. The entire side of my body hurt from the impact against the side of the bus. The side that was now the floor. I slowly got up, feeling stabbing in my hands and arm. Glass. I get up shaking my head, hair flapping, trying to clear my head. Eyes refocused.

Red Crack The sound of lips smacking Drip Drip Drip Chewing Deafening chewing The smell of copper

That...image. That noise. I still have nightmares of it sometimes. I wake up in a cold sweat, hugging myself for comfort until I could breath normal again. The newest passenger was eating the unfortunate, with surprising efficiency. Ripping meat off bone and then breaking it to suck the marrow. I was paralyzed in shock. I had seen things in the hospital but this, this, was true horror. His meal and my shock was interrupted by a thud on the other side of the bus, which was now the roof of our little bus shaped nightmare. Someone, or something, had pried open bus door. Another thud as the impressive figure dropped down into the bus. The thing about things being strange, it can always get stranger.

A bugbear. A. God. Damn. Bugbear. Yes. The big, hairy humanoid in every fantasy based off of Dungeons & Dragons. Wrapped around his arm was a chain, at the end of that chain was a heft ball, that hefty ball was in his large hand. Then that hefty ball crashed into the cannibals head and the massive crack of the cranium caving in was heard. The force knocked it over and it no longer moved. With a tug of the chain the ball popped back into the bugbears hand.

I looked down in horror at the deceased man. His skin was gray, whatever features of its head that remained were stretched and slightly off. It’s limbs were thin and gangly, teeth that remained in its head and on the floor were very ragged and sharp. I looked up at the man who had performed this execution. Before I could say anything, a second person hoped down into the bus.

He looked human. Male, average height, black hair with a matching suit to the one that the bugbear was wearing. He had these black shades on, and even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I could feel him look down at the corpses and then up to me. I tired to speak, words got caught in my throat, I cleared it and tried again.

“What just happened? Who are you? Who...or what is that? A who or what is your friend?”

The man turned his head and looked up at the bugbear who returned his stare and shrugged. The man turned back to me.

“You....can see him?” He said as he pointed his thumb at his partner.

“What do you mean can I see him?! Yes I can see the huge hairy guy next to you that just shot-putted a ball through whatever-the-hell-that-is head!”

“Oh god damn it.” He sighed and scratched his head. “My name is Jayce, this is Edgar...and now I need you to come with me. No if, ands, or buts.”

[thephoenix-hq]

☞ NAME: Emmeline Vance. ☞ AGE: Twenty-One (04.02.1958). ☞ BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood. ☞ HOUSE: Former Ravenclaw. ☞ GENDER: Cis-female. ☞ FACECLAIM: Chloe Bennet.

+ THE STORY SO FAR +

Emmeline Vance was born deep in the Irish countryside. She was an only child and spent most of her formative years entertaining herself among the expansive fields of her family’s pasture. Farm land was all she had known until she went off to Hogwarts in 1969. Sorted into Ravenclaw for her bright imagination, she met Alice Fortescue and the two were quick companions. Sharing a room with Alice lead Emmeline to Frank Longbottom, the other girls life long friend. With Frank came his roommates, Fabian and Gideon Prewett. Emmeline was fascinated by these people.

Their camaraderie, their connections, their love that ran bone deep. For a while, she felt no less alone around them. She couldn’t help but think she had missed out on something wonderful, being confided for so long. As if sensing this about her, Fabian and Gideon Prewett took her in and made her one of their own. For the first time in Emmeline’s life, she belonged to a group. She loved them all so fiercely and deeply that graduating from Hogwarts was a devastating blow to her. She cried as they said their goodbyes, familiar with the empty promise to stay in touch.

They still lettered back and forth as frequently as they could, but the twins were involved in something they couldn’t speak of and Frank and Alice were busy with the auror program. So Emmeline threw herself into her healer training. She got a house in London, walking distance from the hospital, and set to work. Three years later, she is a sought after, dedicated and heartfelt mediwitch. She works hard without fail, and has settled comfortably into her life there.

- J U N E 1 9 7 9 -

As things steadily grew darker in the world around them, Emmeline was one of the first to notice. The magic with which people showed up at Saint Mungo’s was growing darker, her job more harrowing by the day. When Dumbledore came to her, she already knew about the Order and everything it stood for. As far as she was concerned, she was already a part of it. She nodded, a single, determined bob of her head. “I’m there.”

← C O N N E C T I O N S ��

→ Gideon Prewett

Emmeline had just entered the front gate to her home on that rainy October evening when she noticed a slumped figure on her front porch. They dim light by the door did nothing to illuminate them, so she pulled her wand out and cast the spell. She was cautious as she approached, back straight, wand held defensively, until he came fully into view. Gideon Prewett. Drunk. Curled against the side of her house. There was a chair turned on it’s side like he sat in it and toppled over onto the wood. Frightened for her friends well being, Emmeline hoisted him up and managed to get them both through the threshold of her house. It was at the kitchen table, tea kettle between them, that he told her everything. The Order, the missions, the rush, the fighting, the deaths. Fabian’s death. Initially, she was in shock. These words swam around and around inside her head, making her dizzy. She felt the need to be strong for her friend who just lost his longest and deepest connection to the earth. Emmeline had gotten up to grab some milk for the tea, however, when Gideon’s fingers wrapped around her wrist. She looked down at him, but he had his head bowed, eyes on the untouched cup in front of him. For a moment neither of them moved, until he finally pulled her in and buried his face deep in her dark hair. It had been the first time Emmeline saw him cry and she knew without any words being pass between them that he was asking her to mourn with him. So she cried. Into the night, the morning, and the next afternoon; they cried together. Three nights in a row they got properly sloshed, and on the fourth day, hungover and dejected (“just the way Fab would’ve wanted,” he joked - which Emmeline took as a very good sign), they attended his funeral. She took off work for two weeks and helped her friend through it all. They faced his family together, Mr. and Mrs. Prewett and the Weasley’s didn’t really understand and they couldn’t. Not at that time, anyway. Gideon started staying at her house night after night, knowing that he couldn’t return to his own place, the place he’d shared with his brother. So she let him. Emmeline didn’t exactly know what to make of it, but Gideon needed her friendship and she would give it until the end of time - she owed him that.

← Edgar Bones trigger warning: overdose

Edgar liked to party. Everyone knew that. For years, it had been seen as a harmless thing. It didn’t take over his life and he seemed good at balancing it with everything else going on around them. In hindsight, perhaps this should’ve been a red flag. Emmeline had been on hour nine of her fourth ten hour shift in a row when she had been paged by healers that she was needed in the emergency room. Her job was second nature to her now. She put on her coat, steadied her emotions, and hurried to where she was needed. There was an unconscious man behind a curtain who had collapsed right outside the hospital, apparently in a frightened stupor. When Emmeline drew back the curtain, an audible gasp escaped her and she set immediately to work. Edgar Bones had shadows under his eyes, a grayness to his skin she had never seen before. He was too thin, too frail-looking. It took several spells to wake him up and, after that, it took a number of potions to clear his system. It was a messy process and for a moment, Emmeline feared he was going to be lost. In the end, he came to. When he awoke, clearer than he likely had been in several weeks, he began pleading with her. He didn’t want anyone to know of this incident, especially not his sister. He told her he would get help, he would work on himself. Emmeline, though skeptical, agreed not to call any of his emergency contacts as long as he truly wasn’t going to let this happen again. Part of her worried she was making a mistake. So she kept tabs on him after that, wanting desperately for him to succeed. They would owl back and forth, sometimes meeting up for tea to talk about how things were going. He didn’t know much about her, but she didn’t mind. Whenever he was around, she wanted very much to talk about him.

← Frank Longbottom

Emmeline would be lying if she said she hadn’t been perfectly aware of the level of love that passed between Alice and Frank, even when they were very young. She wouldn’t necessarily say she was good at reading people, but it was so palpable. And as someone who wasn’t wholly familiar with connection throughout her life, she could recognize when one was different than others. Frank and Alice together were special. They tended to have eyes only for each other, but it was so pure Emmeline couldn’t even mind it. Her relationship with Frank had never been personal. They were friends because their friends were friends. Complicated. When left alone together in a room, the uncomfortable silence was thick. However, Frank had come to Emmeline on one particular occasion that brought her a respect for him she never knew she needed. It had been at Fabian’s funeral. He and Alice stood together on her right, Gideon on her left, his mother on his other side. They all had their heads bowed in quiet reflection. When the crowd parted, Gideon went over and sat on the ground with his many nephews. “Oi,” Frank had said, bumping her shoulder with his. He did this casually, but Emmeline could tell he held a heavy mind. He proceeded to thank her for being there for Gideon, telling her how much it meant to him that she was taking care of his friend. It occurred to Emmeline that he felt guilty. The auror training, getting married, settling down and getting a handle of adult life had resulted in the drifting of his friendship with the Prewett’s. His conscience was telling him he was a bad friend. Emmeline assured him that he wasn’t, he was held to very high esteem in Gideon’s mind and nothing had changed that. Life happens. Leaving the conversation, Emmeline had a new appreciation for Frank. His love for the people in his life was so powerful. She hoped she could give even a portion of that, herself.

→ Alice Fortescue

Emmeline didn’t actually meet Alice until she was showed to her dorm after all the excitement of the day had ended in her first year. She was unpacking her trunk, bouncing around the room like a little ball of sunshine. She remembered seeing her in the entryway. She hugged who Emmeline would later find out was Frank tightly, promised to meet him for breakfast first thing in the morning and skittered off with the group of herded Ravenclaws. Frank watched her go with a fond smile on his face and turned to head up a different staircase with a bunch of students sporting maroon and gold. She seemed to light up the whole dorm room with her smile, Emmeline noticed, and this was something that would continue to shock her until she finally got used to it some two years later. Alice was the kind of person Emmeline would lay down her life to protect, knowing full well that Alice would likely save her from her own stupidity first. She put all other Ravenclaws to shame with her incredible problem-solving skills and her mind like intricately designed gears. Frank was her best friend and her life partner. Emmeline would always respect that, but the two girls could confide in one another in the areas Frank and Alice’s relationship lacked. She would always appreciate Alice’s inclusion.

EMMELINE VANCE IS CURRENTLY CLOSED FOR APPLICATIONS.

[lyinteeth]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖙

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.     Lord Bafyn - Baron of Hel. Son of Furfur - Great Earl of Hell. NICKNAME.     Baff, Baffy, legally known as ‘Evan Prince’ on earth. GENDER.     AMAB non gender conforming, uses he/him HEIGHT.     6′0’. AGE.     326 ZODIAC.     aries (mar 23rd). SPOKEN LANGUAGES.     he only speaks latin and demonic but magic allows him to understand anyone and be understood by anyone if he so wishes.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.      black EYE COLOR.     brown eyes that reflect red SKIN.      pale, pale, pale. Some of it is makeup, but sometimes how fair and unafflicted his skin is can be uncanny. BODY TYPE.     fairly skinny, but he’s still got some meat on his bones. Perfect figure for a billowy gothic dress, not such a great figure for anything meant to show off ur ass. DOMINANT HAND.      right. POSTURE/BODY LANGUAGE.     being 6 foot and fond of heels, he often looms, head slightly bowed so his midnight locks hang like curtains over one side of his face and his shoulders. When sitting, he lounges, sitting criss-cross or putting his feet up whenever he can. When talking, he is big on gestures and will take any opportunity he can to establish contact with you. He will hold your hand, rest his on your shoulder, ect. SCARS.     absolutely none at all. TATTOOS.     none yet, but he does have a sigil branded into the back of his neck. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).     reflective eyes, long tangle of hair, sharper canines than a person should have.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.     he says somewhere in Wisconsin. It’s not. HOMETOWN.     he says ‘jerrytown, WI’. It’s not. SIBLINGS.     Numerous half-siblings and they all can suck an egg PARENTS.     Earl of Hell Furfur, father. DMV manager Loas, mother.  Edgar Prince, father, deceased. Lisa Prince, mother.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.     sinner. demon. scoundrel. corrupter. musician. CURRENT RESIDENCE.     couch hopping, but usually it’s Monty’s couch. CLOSE FRIENDS.     Monty? He sort of abandoned all of his friends in Hell. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.     single and ready to mingle FINANCIAL STATUS.     he doesn’t understand humans’ numerous currency systems and doesn’t intend to try. He’ll either give you too much money or too little if he isn’t up to bartering or stealing. DRIVER’S LICENSE.     huh CRIMINAL RECORD.     on earth you can’t prove anything. VICES.     sex, drugs, but most of all attention. His tolerance for drugs is through the roof (it takes about 3x the amount for an average man to get him fucked up) and sex is neat, but have y’all ever been on stage with all eyes on you? that shit’s EUPHORIC.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.     big big homo PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.     submissive  |  dominant  |  switch*  | top |  bottom | vers. * if ur a human u WILL have to work to get Baff to sub for u. He ain’t gonna be vulnerable for a mortal w/o them earning it LIBIDO.     higher than average, and he hardly sees fucking as an intimate thing unless it’s done ritualistically OR if there’s genuine affection involved. if ur friends and y’all fuck, Baff will consider it to be completely platonic unless y’all were kissing passionately, whispering sweet nothings, and genuinely reveling in each other’s bodies rather than just bangin’ it out. TURN ON’S.      risk, defying authority, making fun of / anti-christian imagery, public affection, possessive partners, ppl who have something they are passionate about, a good fashion sense, doin’ it in his fishnets, corruption (doing it w a priest, a married man, smbd with status, ect. anyone that would be considered taboo for bafyn to get w) TURN OFF’S.    apathy, ppl who play games, cowards, guys who want to be ‘discreet’ about being w another dude, no foreplay, no chemistry, no banter. LOVE LANGUAGE.     GOOD QUESTION. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.     He ain’t  easy to pin down but when you got him, YOU GOT HIM. He’s very loyal and sweet if you don’t mind his tendency toward jealousy. ill elaborate on this more when i actually get to write baffy in a ship bc i think this is smth I just need to write to figure out.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬  !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.     crying lightning by arctic monkeys HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.     writing music, listening to music, playing music, performing music, being dramatic in a graveyard for the aesthetic, thrift shopping / diy fashion, flower picking, meddling in ur business, and stealing things while in Opossum form. Just a littel man with littel hands, robbing u blind. MENTAL ILLNESSES.      huh PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.     huh LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.     right brained for sure. PHOBIAS.      none ?  But abandonment & being ignored doesn’t bode well w him SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.     either 100% or 0% depends on the day. VULNERABILITIES.     the name of God makes him itchy, he can’t eat sage, crosses fuck with him something awful, and don’t even get me started on holy water. Storms charge up his natural stormancy but since he was never taught to properly use it, it will build up and give him headaches. Otherwise, he’s a fool for positive attention, affection (physical or otherwise), his dad is a sore spot, and don’t even fucking mention his half siblings and how much better they’ve lived / how much more they’ve achieved unless you want him to go feral.

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LEARN MORE ABOUT PERSEPHONE THURKELL

P e r s e p h o n e   is the middle child born to a squib and a witch. She is the only one out of the three children that   i s   a   s q u i b   but came from a family that always told her that even though she lacked magic, that didn’t mean she was less than anyone else. Her family was known to produce a lot of quibs, one generation even had seven brothers who were all squibs. That didn’t mean that they were worthless. She had talents too, they said. For the longest time she didn’t really know what they were but then she started   s i n g i n g .   She just sang once, at a family get together and blew her parents and the rest of her family away. That is when she realized she had a gift and that she would work on it. That was probably the only thing that would keep her interesting to the wizarding world.

She was around ten when the   S q u i b s   R i g h t s   m a r c h e s   took place and she cried as she heard that they had been attacked. She’d always known that squibs such as her father were   r e j e c t e d   by the magical community but the pure hatred that lived within some for people like them scared her as a child and enraged her as she grew up. It formed her into the   d e f i a n t   w o m a n   she is today, but I digress.

Persy, as she was lovingly called by family and friends, was   e d u c a t e d   a t   a   M u g g l e   s c h o o l   but never felt like one of the Muggles. She had to   h i d e   the world she lived in and the abilities her mother and her brothers had. The Muggle world was also very ignorant about   h o m o s e x u a l i t y   and while there were some ignorant wizards and witches, homosexuals such as herself were more easily accepted. While some squibs loved the Muggle world, she really   d i d n ’ t   f e e l   a t   h o m e .   She was a member of the magical society and she wanted to be seen as such. Her father did tell her to make sure she had a Muggle back up plan, in case she couldn’t find work in the magical community. She eventually chose to study to become a                  h a i r d r e s s e r ,   but she never did anything with it.

She preferred to pursue her   s i n g i n g   c a r e e r   and actually started singing at the Leaky Cauldron when she was sixteen. It took her a few years to make a name as a bar singer but now every pub in magical England has heard of the sultry singer Persephone, which is what she goes by when she sings. To get enough money to live on her own, she is now also singing in Muggle London, and she is making quite good money.

Through her singing, she came into contact with a lot of people. She   w a s n ’ t   v e r y   v o c a l   about where she stood in the war because she wanted as many fans as she could get, but when asked, she did say what her opinions were. She didn’t like those people that murdered and killed, that was for sure. It was all very strange how she   e n d e d   u p   a l l y i n g   w i t h   t h e   O r d e r   o f   t h e   P h o e n i x   but she did.

She is now used to gather information, by   e n t e r t a i n i n g   D e a t h   E a t e r s   and people who allied with them, with her singing and   s e d u c i n g   t h e m .   She never slept with any of them, unless it was a lady who was particularly sexy and she never regretted that. She is good at it, just as good as she is at singing. Extracting information and making love, for your information.

It is a dangerous game she is playing, but she supports the Order and they are the ones that she hopes will support her quest for   s q u i b   r i g h t s   after the war. She can’t be too sure, they’re too busy with fighting this war, but she has the highest hopes.

CONNECTIONS

ROMANTIC

first kiss - sirius black - this is the first person she ever kissed and they began a relationship

first boyfriend - sirius black - they had a fairly normal relationship for teenagers but ended in a tearful break up when persephone realized she wasn’t that into him or any men really. he was upset but didn’t blame her and now, they talk about girls together.

first girlfriend - f - this was the first girl that persephone had a relationship with when she was sixteen. this is also the person she slept with for the first time. they can be a year younger than persephone up to five years older than her. we can discuss whether or not they’re on good terms now.

ex-girlfriend - emmeline vance - when persephone was 20 years old, she got into a casual relationship with emmeline but when persephone started falling for her, and they gt into  relationship, emmeline ended their relationship. they were awkward around each other at first, but now have a deep respect for each other and are now very good friends.

ex-girlfriend - f - i can see her having had two more girlfriends after that. these relationships could have lasted up to two years. other than that, all can be discussed.

friends with benefits - f  - persephone now has a woman she sleeps with when she needs to get her rocks off, but they’re not romantic at all. she is either a neutral or an order member.

flirt will turn to sexual affair - narcissa malfoy - persephone doesn’t feel bad about sleeping with married women, as she isn’t the one married but once she sleeps with this woman, she might wish she never had... maybe.

FOR DEATH EATERS: i have some ideas. i would love to have persephone have a love affair with a death eater or an ally to the dark lord. i need a death eater female or multiple she has made out with or slept with, as well as death eater men she has made out with. one death eater man could be her ‘only guy’ as in, the only man she’d sleep with.

FOR ORDER MEMBERS AND NEUTRALS: i really would love to see a love affair here too, a current crush, an ex-girlfriend who is still in love with persephone and the other way around. i could also see someone who used to be close to persephone but when my character developed feelings, it got awkward.

PLATONIC

best friend - f/m/x - they have been best friends for a while and always have each other’s back, we can discuss the details.

friends - james potter - james and persephone are friends, though she does make him sulk by flirting with his wife, and in her opinion, she is quite good at it.

friends - lily potter - lily and persephone are friends. persephone loves little baby harry because she loves all babies and she enjoys messing with james’ head by flirting with lily, who generally is in on the joke.

friends - andromeda tonks - andromeda and persephone are friends. persephone adores dora and lets the little girl do what she wants. she doesn’t even care about her image around the little girl and will wear, say and do whatever the little one asks. she also really likes andy and tries to make her feel good about herself and give her a laugh and some company.

the mom friend - natasha bones - natasha is the friend that persephone kind of hates to love, but not really. she always feels bad for worrying her but the position she is in just means she is in danger constantly. natasha couldn’t be deterred from putting up protective spells around her house though, and well... that is where persephone’s love for her friend comes from. she looks out for her and to be honest, she needs a friend like natasha where she can be herself and be vulnerable. 

drinking buddies - edgar bones - he waits until the end of her set and waits for her with a whiskey. they talk about their day, the shitty parts of life, the good parts sometimes and are just generally good friends. he also patrols areas when she’s with death eaters to try and prevent her death, which she appreciates.

singing tutor/student - f/m/x - someone who coaches persephone or who is coached by persephone.

fans - f/m/x - always welcome!

FOR DEATH EATERS: i need someone who is suspicious of persephone quite badly but i also need people that try to get her to join the dark army, who actually get her to consider it. i think someone who doesn’t like her is always handy, someone who is mean about her being a squib which i could totally see happening.

FOR ORDER MEMBERS: i need friends, as well as people who question her loyalties and her methods, maybe someone who kind of slut shames her? i know that is a lot to ask, but if you have an asshole character or someone who just isn’t very tactful and doesn’t mean it badly, they’re welcome. 

[lawful-evil-novelist]

Introduce your OCs. As many as you can. Salem seems cool especially.

All my ocs?  I dunno anon, I have a lot of ocs.  As a small numbers summary, my rogue kids ocs number at 25, my Gotham U kids number at 3, their friends and family number at 2 and this is not taking into account Black Mask’s weapons dealer and his bodyguards.  I also have the Curtis family, the Tsath, and assorted Rogue family.  And that’s just Batman OCs, which I’m assuming you want to know about, so I’ll list them as best I can.

Under the cut because that is over 45 OCs.

Tobias Bloom, or simply Tobi, is Mr. Bloom’s adopted son.  He’s a small phytokinetic boy from South Korea and is a pretty happy and well-adjusted kid, you know, considering he’s the son of Mr. Bloom.

Dorothy Crane is Jonathan Crane’s daughter,  she is also the daughter of Roxanne Sutton but she and her brother were mainly created with Jon in mind and thus it is closer to describe her as Jon’s daughter than Roxy’s.  Her name is a really blatant reference to the Wizard of Oz and she takes a lot of her personality, including her snark and vindictive attitude, from Jon.

Pluto Crane is Dorothy’s younger brother.  Compared to Dorothy he’s a lot more timid but a lot less vindictive.  On the other hand, Pluto is a lot more prone to anger than Dorothy is, his temper is faster and like Jon’s it is violent.  His name is a reference to “The Black Cat” by Edgar Allen Poe.

Ezekiel Dent, more commonly known as Zeke, is Harvey Dent’s son.  At his core he is very much like his father, but he’s not well treated and has a low self-esteem and depression as a result.  Zeke and Todd are a couple.

Evangeline Fries, or Eva, is the daughter of Victor and Nora Fries.  While she primarily lives with Nora when she first realized she had ice powers she ran away and was found by Victor, who brought her home.  Eva closely resembles Nora and Victor has, on occasion, mistakenly called her Nora when distracted.

Violet Harris is the daughter of Music Meister, and in her teens begins a job as a sidekick for Black Canary, due to them having similar meta-abilities.  Violet is a natural musician, much like her father, but usually channels her energy in to ballet and violin, rather than singing.

Clover Isley is one of Pamela Isley’s plant children.  Her appearance is largely based on that of Jervis Tetch and Mary Dahl, and is thus rather small and childlike in appearance.  However, Clover is a rather spiteful child, and her personality is based largely on fair folk, being mischievous and full of bad ideas.

Lavender Isley is Clovers older sister, and her appearance is more closely based on Harley Quinn’s, though Lavender dyes her hair purple out of preference (Lavender lives up to her name), Lavender is much gentler compared to Clover, and a lot kinder.  That said she is not without faults, and like her mother is prone to vengeful rages.

Ayah Jones is Waylon Jones’s daughter.  She has a very mild form of Waylon’s condition, which surfaces in superhuman strength, reptilian eyes, and sharp teeth.  Ayah is normally very cheerful, but she is fully willing to fight to defend people.  Ayah is a trained boxer because she insisted on knowing how to fight.

Hunter Jones is Ayah’s older brother.  He also has a form of Waylon’s condition, though along with Ayah’s symptoms he also experiences scale growths.  These are located mainly on his face in spots where bone is prominent (jaw, eyebrow, cheekbones, etc), joints, and spots where the bone is very close to his skin, like along his spine.  These growths are dark brownish green.  Hunter is a lot calmer compared to Ayah, and can come across to some as timid or a pushover.  Hunter and Leo are a couple.

Aiden Lynns is Garfield Lynns’s son.  He’s pyrokinetic and is also diagnosed with autism.  Aiden is normally very soft-spoken and shy, but is still very friendly.  Most of the other Rogue kids like Aiden, even if they don’t like each other.  He is also the youngest of the Rogue kids next to Gwen and Jeremy.

Aisling Machin is Lonnie’s only daughter and eldest child.  She’s a lot more orderly than her father and is the most responsible of the three kids.  She disagrees with most of her father’s views, but agrees that society needs to be reformed, largely because it creates people like Lonnie in the first place.

Maxwell Machin, or Max, is Lonnie’s older son and middle child.  Lonnie is the least kind to Max, who is withdrawn and hostile towards most people as a result of Lonnie’s abuse.  Max is a daredevil of sorts, and Batman has caught him in multiple illegal motorcycle races.  Though hostile to most, Max is close to his siblings and protective of Niall.

Niall Machin is the youngest of Lonnie’s children, and his favorite.  Niall is the closest to his father and often overlooks his poor treatment of Max because he’s treated well.  He doesn’t ignore it outright, he knows Lonnie doesn’t treat Max well, but he also is willing to look the other way if it means he can keep a close relationship with Lonnie.  Aisling and Max don’t like this in the slightest and think Niall is selfish, which he is, but they still care about their younger brother.

Sarah Menkel is Peter Menkel’s daughter.  She’s a cheerful, friendly girl, a bit of a tomboy and an avid gymnast.  Like her father she is hypermobile and a contortionist, both things she uses to freak people out.  She’s much better at blowing off mean comments compared to the other Rogue kids.

Andrea Monroe is the daughter of Paige Monroe.  She’s extremely optimistic, mostly in an attempt to keep her mother happy, often at the cost of her own happiness.

Eleanor Nygma, or Ellie, is the older daughter of Edward Nygma and Selina Kyle.  She is a lot more like Selina in both appearance and personality, is proud to be the daughter of both.  Selina is very elegant and smug.

Elizabeth Nygma, or Liz, is the younger daughter of Edward Nygma and Selina Kyle.  She is very similar to Edward in appearance and personality, and similarly is just as haughty and prides her intelligence above most other attributes.

Barbara Quinzel is the daughter of Harley Quinn and the Joker and Todd’s twin sister.  She’s nicknamed Barb and Babs by her brother Todd.  Barbara is very cheerful and friendly, but shares a similar morbidity with her father.  Barbara is named after and the goddaughter of Barbara Gordon.

Todd Quinzel is the son of Harley Quinn and the Joker and Barbara’s twin brother.  He is cheerful and bubbly and acrobatic.  Joker’s chemical damage has resulted in Todd having albinism and asthma.  Todd has very bad vision and wears thick round glasses.  Joker is very protective of him, as are Bud and Lou.  Todd is named after and the godson of Jason Todd.  Todd and Zeke are a couple.

Leon Sanchez, or Leo, is the son of Bane, he is half-Nahuatl.  Bane’s venom use caused Leo to develop superhuman strength.  Leo is a snarky, cynical young man, but comes off as smug and apathetic.  Leo was born November 2nd, during Dia de los Muertos.  Like Bane, Leo is extremely intelligent and multilingual.  Leo and Hunter are a couple.

Gwendolyn Tetch, or Gwen, is the daughter of Jervis Tetch.  She’s shy and quiet, often mirroring her father in manner and personality.  Gwen has a meta-ability linked to mind control.  Gwen is regularly assumed to be Jervis’s “Alice” but in contrast, her name is based on the White Rabbit.  Gwen takes the assumption that she’s Alice as an insult.

Jeremy Todd is the youngest Rogue child and the son of Jason Todd.  He is much closer to the Rogue kids than the Batfamily and considers himself part of the Rogue kids, not the Batfam.  Jason doesn’t like this but the Rogue kids accept him willingly.

Cosette Walker is the daughter of Drury Walker, and splits her time between her father and her mother in France.  Cosette is polite and well-mannered, and is rather flighty.  She loves butterflies and birds and the color blue and singing.

Marcus Wesker is the grandson of Arnold Wesker.  Because his parents abandoned him with Wesker and Scarface, Marcus grew up with a lot of verbal abuse from Scarface and ended up adopting his rude attitude as a manner of defending himself, which really only made Scarface more aggressive towards him.

Salem Jackson is a white witch from a rich family in Mississippi, and a psychology major at Gotham U.  She has large black horns and interns at Arkham Asylum.  Most people do not know much about her family in Gotham but there are rumors abound that she killed her parents in retaliation for being abused as a child.

Audrey Brenner is an anthropology major at Gotham U, but was born and raised in Metropolis.  She prefers Superman to Batman and several rogues have taken a liking to her and protect her.  Audrey works as a cashier at the gift shop of the Superman museum over breaks and deals with Lex Luthor on an almost daily basis because for some reason he has to visit the place regularly.

Valerie Spade, or Val, is a chemistry major at Gotham U and, essentially, a villain intern.  She works for Penguin and he rents her out to various rogues.  Val has superspeed and as a result has a boosted metabolism that means she needs to eat regularly.

Penelope Spade, or Penny, is Val’s older sister, though she has a meta-ability, she doesn’t use it often, and is an art student in Metropolis.  Penny and Audrey get along and Audrey has convinced the Superman museum to commission her for their special exhibit posters.

Jack O’Reilly is Audrey’s best friend and the shift manager at the Superman museum gift shop.  He goes to school in Central City and has dyed his hair green to emulate the Joker.  He finds villains fascinating, which is a pretty reasonable reaction because he and Audrey attract them like flies.

Daniel Frei, or Dani, is a weapons dealer partnered with Black Mask, he is the youngest of Mask’s dealers at 19, and is part of a larger German crime family.  Dani is cautious and avoids conflict with most of the Batfamily, though he has quite often flirted with both Nightwing and Red Hood.

Nathaniel Zhao, or Nate, is one of Dani’s bodyguards, he is half-Chinese and half-German.  He is a chronic smoker and a survivor of severe abuse from his father.  Nate regards most people rather bitterly, but after an accident where Batman lost his headset, he actually spoke to and befriended Oracle.  Nate is 21.

Xavier Knight, affectionately nicknamed Xav, is Dani’s 17-year-old bodyguard.  Xavier was born deaf and has severe damage to his vocal chords that prevents him from speaking without feeling pain, and instead almost always signs everything.  Though he can hear due to a cochlear implant, he usually has headphones and reads lips like he did as a child.  Xavier’s vocal chord damage is visible from his throat, and because he doesn’t want to ask any awkward questions about it, he covers the scars with a scarf.

Abigail Curtis is a forensics officer at GCPD and a college friend of Edward Nygma.  She is vain, sarcastic, and temperamental, the latter of which is in large part due to her job.  She hates Batman because he takes a large portion of her evidence for himself, but appreciates his work to clean up the crime in the city.  She’s known to throw things and despite being small can take Lyle Bolton in a fight.

Jasper Curtis is Abigail’s twin brother and almost emotionally dead.  As a child he was interred at Arkham due to mild depression and was psychologically tortured and experimented on by Hugo Strange.  Jasper’s response was to retreat inward, his only really prominent emotions being irritation and apathy.  The experiments gave Jasper the ability to remove his head without killing himself and pull his spine out of his back without losing its support.  Both of these cause him chronic pain.

Melody Curtis is Jasper and Abigail’s older sister, a metahuman who can create living things from drawings.  Melody doesn’t live with her siblings, but takes care of them as best she can.  Melody has a personal vendetta against Hugo Strange.

Hazel Marsh is a half Tsath, half Atlantean woman best known for defending the Tsath against Atlantean purists, by killing the purists.  Hazel’s Atlantean father almost never gets to see her.

Basir Mihael is the prince of the Tsath,  He’s missing an eye because of the Atlantean purists, and lives in Gotham because he wants to learn how humans deal with Atlanteans.  He is in a relationship with Jasper Curtis and is one of the few people who can make Jasper laugh.

Reagan Napier is the Joker’s older brother, he lives in Star City and is a bare knuckle boxer.  Reagan is extremely protective of his brother and has threatened both the GCPD and Batman several times, he has also broken Lyle Bolton’s nose.

Ailish Napier is Joker’s mother.  She still lives in Belfast where Joker and Reagan grew up, in their childhood home.  Though she communicates with both of her sons by letter, she has avoided meeting Joker directly, a decision Joker urged her to make for her own safety.

Cinta Walker is Drury Walker’s mother, a Javanese woman who fell in love with Drury’s father, but only married him and moved to Australia with him after Drury was born.  She still lives in Australia, even after Drury’s father died, but visits Drury in Gotham on occasion.

Chayton Crane is Jonathan Crane’s paternal grandfather.  He didn’t know about his grandson until Jon was 19, but treats him as family nontheless.  Chayton does not speak to Gerald Crane, and is furious that Gerald abandoned a child he concieved.

Ruth Crane is Jonathan Crane’s paternal grandmother.  She is a very gentle, kind woman who taught Jon how to speak Crow and is very protective of her grandson.  She carries a concealed firearm and has threatened Batman with a shotgun.

Leigh Crane is Jonathan Crane’s closest cousin, being about 15.  Leigh is a nervous, shy girl and though she has been to Gotham to visit her cousin, clung to Jon the whole time and refused to leave him for a moment.  Jon is very protective of her.

Lyndon Keeny is Jonathan Crane’s great great uncle and Marion Keeny’s younger brother, though he is almost 100 he looks about 23 because he has been in the Lazarus Pit.  Lyndon is good friends with R’as al Ghul and is brave to the point of utter stupidity.  For instance, he steals from Vandal Savage, regularly, for fun.

Lucio Kyle is Selina Kyle’s younger brother.  He is a grad student at Gotham U, where he studies forensics.  He is also Abigail’s current intern.

Vaite is Garfield Lynns’s childhood best friend, a young Maori boy.  He is a cheerful, friendly young man and is still on very good terms with Garfield.

[macbetha]

What are some of your favorite books of all time?

sorry this took a bit to answer, i took this question prettyseriously because books mean so much to me haha. so, i made a list! thesearen’t all specifically books; there are plays and poems as well, just becausethose have a tendency to have as much of an impact me as novels and such.

D R A M A / P L A Y S

Tennessee Williams: A Streetcar Named Desire- On a streetcar named Desire, Blanche DuBois travels from the railroad station in New Orleans to a street named Elysian Fields, where her sister, Stella, pregnant and married to Stanley Kowalski, lives in a run-down apartment building in the old French Quarter. Having lost her husband, parents, teaching position, and old family home—Belle Reve in Laurel, Mississippi—Blanche has nowhere to turn but to her one remaining close relative.

William Shakespeare: Macbeth- Macbeth is thought to have been first performed in 1606. It dramatizes the damaging physical and psychological effects of political ambition on those who seek power for its own sake.

G R E E K  D R A M A ( C OM E D Y  &  T R A G E D Y ) 

Aristophanes: Lysistrata- Originally performed in classical Athens in 411 BCE, it is a comic account of a woman’s extraordinary mission to end the Peloponnesian War by denying all the men sex - and it works. 

Sophocles: Oedipus Rex- Oedipus was a mythical Greek king of Thebes. A tragic hero in Greek mythology, Oedipus accidentally fulfilled a prophecy that he would end up killing his father and marrying his mother, thereby bringing disaster to his city and family.

C L A S S I C S : G R E E K L I T E R A T U R E

Homer: The Iliad- Set during the Trojan War, the ten-year siege of the city of Troy by a coalition of Greek states. The Iliad mentions or alludes to many of the Greek legends about the siege; the earlier events, such as the gathering of warriors for the siege, the cause of the war, and related concerns tend to appear near the beginning. Then the epic narrative takes up events prophesied for the future, such as Achilles’ looming death and the sack of Troy, although the narrative ends before these events take place. However, as these events are prefigured and alluded to more and more vividly, when it reaches an end the poem has told a more or less complete tale of the Trojan War.

The Poetry of Sappho- She was one of the few women mentioned in ancient Greek literature and doesnot frequent the topics of other writers of her time, such as politics and war. She writes about compassion and love; her work is really beautiful andheartfelt. 

C L A S S I C S : E N G L I S H/ A M E R I C A N  L I T E R A T U R E

Jane Austen: Pride and Prejudice“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”This first sentence filled with irony and playfulness. The novel revolves around the necessity of marrying for love, not simply for mercenary reasons despite the social pressures to make a wealthy match.

Emily Brontë: Wuthering HeightsAlthough Wuthering Heights is now widely regarded as a classic of English literature, contemporary reviews for the novel were deeply polarised; it was considered controversial because its depiction of mental and physical cruelty was unusually stark, and it challenged strict Victorian ideals of the day regarding religious hypocrisy, morality, social classes and gender inequality.

F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby- The best third-wheel story of all time.

P O E T R Y / S H O R T  ST O R I E S

Sylvia Plath: “Lady Lazarus”Out of the ashes / I rise with my red hair / And I eat men like air.

Sylvia Plath: “Poem for a Birthday”“Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth.”

Lucille Clifton: “Homage To My Hips”these hips are mighty hips. these hips are magic hips. i have known them to put a spell on a man and spin him like a top! Maya Angelou: “Phenomenal Woman”It’s the fire in my eyes / And the flash of my teeth, / The swing in my waist,/ And the joy in my feet.  

Warsan Shire:Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth- “later that night / i held an atlas in my lap / ran my fingers across the whole world / and whispered / where does it hurt? / it answered / everywhere / everywhere / everywhere.” - “give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.” - “every mouth you’ve ever kissed / was just practice / all the bodies you’ve ever undressed / and ploughed in to / were preparing you for me. / was it a long journey? / did it take you long to find me? / you’re here now, / welcome home.” -“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are  still together.” -“I want to make love but my hair smells of war and running and running.”

Maya Angelou: “Still I Rise”Does my sexiness upset you? / Does it come as a surprise / That I dance likeI’ve got diamonds / At the meeting of my thighs? 

Maya Angelou: “Chicken Licken”When she saw a bed / locksclicked / in her brain

Edgar Allan Poe: Murders In The Rue Morgue- i read this in eighth grade and it is a mystery that stuck with me for therest of my life. it is fascinating in the way that poe always is, i so recommend it.

Edgar Allan Poe: “Evening Star”- “I gazed awhile / On her cold smile /Too cold - too cold for me.”

M E M O I R S / B I O G R A P H I E S

Christine Wiltz: The Last Madam: A Life In the New Orleans Underworld- In 1916, at age fifteen, Norma Wallace arrived in New Orleans. Sexy and shrewd, she quickly went from streetwalker to madam and by 1920 had opened what became a legendary house of prostitution. There she entertained a steady stream of governors, gangsters, and movie stars.

Stephen King: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft - Shares the experiences, habits, and convictions that have shaped King and his work.

Y O U N G  A D U L T / C H I L D R E N ‘ S 

Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments- so, i didn’t finish this series but it’s the memories of reading these books that makes me put it on this list. i remember reading them on the bus rides home from school, in my eighth grade history class, running to the store on their release date and begging my dad for the newest addition. it is a very fascinating universe; i haven’t watched the show shadowhunters, which is based on this series, but the books were good.

Lemony Snicket: A Series of Unfortunate Events- i read ALL OF THESE BOOKS THEY WERE MY LIFE. they were so depressing but i loved these three siblings so much that i refused to leave them alone in that horrible world. haven’t watched the netflix series! 

Rick Riordan: Percy Jackson Series- for me, as a bored thirteen year old, this was one of the things that opened the door to greek mythology, which is now one of my favorite topics to study. 

S O U T H E R N  G O T H I C

Flannery O’Connor: “Good Country People”- Southern Gothic literature is a genre of southern USA writing. While it may include supernatural elements, it mainly focuses on damaged, even delusional, characters. The humor is strange and even when it is finally realized, it might not be all that funny, because humor in Southern Gothic stories is twisted,��and usually quite vile. There are consistent grotesque themes of decay, desolation, and supernatural forces that are often credited to lost family honor, ghosts, witches, faeries, or god - but the shit all takes place on an isolated corn farm. It is a very fascinating genre and “good country people” is a prime example of this. (personal note: most of ewoatt chapter one was inspired by the southern gothic genre).   

R E F E R E N C E

Thomas C. Foster: How to Read Literature Like a Professor: A Lively and Entertaining Guide to Reading Between the Lines- THIS IS THE BOOK I REFERENCE MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE WHILE WRITING. It’s an introduction to literature and literary basics, including symbols, themes and contexts, that shows you how to make your everyday reading experience more rewarding and enjoyable.

Joseph Bates: The Nighttime Novelist:Finish Your Novel in Your Spare Time - Franz Kafka was an insurance agent. William Faulkner was a postmaster. Stephen King taught high school English, John Grisham was an attorney, and Toni Morrison worked in publishing. Though romantic fantasies of the writing life don’t often include a day job, the fact is that most writers have one. Yo, if you’re wanting to write a book or just a big fanfic, please get this book. I give it so much credit. 

Barbara & Allan Pease: The Definitive Book of Body Language: The Hidden Meaning Behind People’s Gestures and Expressions- It is a scientific fact that people’s gestures give away their true intentions. Yet most of us don’t know how to read body language–and don’t realize how our own physical movements speak to others. Now the world’s foremost experts on the subject share their techniques for reading body language signals to achieve success in every area of life. Great writing reference. 

Natalie Goldberg: Writing Down the Bones- This text offers encouragement and advice on many aspects of the writer’s craft, from first thoughts to the use and misuse of adverbs, from where the best places are to write - both public and private.