#Alders House Owner

[lunarcovehq]

Nicolás Castillo St. Claire is a werewolf that currently resides in Echo Acres and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 24 years.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH: September 27, 1988

OCCUPATION: Paramedic 

FACECLAIM: Peter Gadiot 

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Werewolf

WOLF CLASSIFICATION: Alpha (Born Wolf)

PACK AFFILIATION: Pack Leader

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, NICOLÁS CASTILLO ST. CLAIRE

Trigger Warnings: Murder

Saskia Alders came from a long line of wolves with deep roots in Lunar Cove. Headstrong and driven, she’d pushed her way into the role of Alpha like several other Alders before her. Nico’s father, Aurelio Castillo Silva, was by contrast a mild-mannered history student, who fled the dangers of the wider world after he’d been turned. Saskia was unimpressed with him initially, but let him stay, and against all odds and all their differences, the two grew on each other. Whenever she was particularly angry, someone would run to the library where he worked, and get Aurelio to come talk her down. Eventually, he graduated from being something of a wallflower to a valued member of the pack, and by that time, he and Saskia were inseparable. The pair married, settled together in an old house in Echo Acres, and less than a year later, Nicolás was born.

As the product of such a wild pair, Nico Castillo Alders got his mother’s daring nature, tempered with his father’s composure under pressure. There were worse traits he could’ve inherited, all told. Saskia impressed on Nico that if he proved himself, he could be the next Alpha, fierce enough to protect them from annihilation. And he did his best with all of that. But sometimes his energetic nature and curiosity about the other inhabitants of the town got the better of him. More than once his parents had to disperse to search for him frantically only to find young Nico wide-eyed as the banshees at Good Omens told him ghost stories, or chattering with the nail techs at the salon. Being the son of an Alpha may have led to a false sense of confidence and security for a while.

But the golden days of his carefree childhood came to an abrupt and horrifying end. A disgruntled pack member challenged Saskia’s leadership and when he lost, he lashed out where he knew it would hurt her and the pack the worst—he murdered Aurelio Castillo. Nico’s world shattered, along with his mother’s.

Saskia’s rage was colder and deadlier than the deepest trenches of the Atlantic. She piled her shell-shocked son into her truck, and they took off that night. When they returned two days later, Saskia curtly informed everyone that they’d handled it and marched into the lodge. Fourteen-year-old Nico stood there, shaking, and it wasn’t long before the pack realized his curse had been triggered. He was now a full Beta.

Revenge wasn’t enough to bring about peace. Saskia had changed fundamentally, her strict protectiveness devolved into something closer to paranoia. And she came down on Nico harder than ever before. The pressure on him to be strong, to do everything he could to grow into the person who might take over as Alpha one day, began to grate on him. He was being shaped into something he didn't want to be, and began to rebel. He’d often slip out from home in the night, searching out experiences that he wanted for himself.

By his mid-twenties, he’d mostly distanced himself from Saskia. He moved in with some friends from high school just to avoid her, and trained as a paramedic, working to aid all the species around town when they needed it. Despite the coldness between mother and son, he was still largely respected by the pack. Until a werewolf he’d been hanging out with, one with no pack affiliation, was caught trying to steal from their home. Nico came to the wolf’s defense, but Saskia was intractable. They had one last argument, in front of the entire pack—full 12 rounds, no decision. That night Nico left town along with the would-be thief, turning his back on everyone and everything he'd ever known.

A few wolves close to their Alpha were aware that Nico was never fully abjured. Most people knew better than to question Saskia about it. The silence between her and her son stretched year after year, until it was too late for any hope of reconciliation. She was found murdered in the winter of 2022. Her second-in-command sent word to Nico and asked him to come back to town. They were expected to step in to fill the role themselves, but it had been years since they’d had to fight anyone to prove their strength, and had doubts about their ability to win. Knowing Nico would be reluctant to return, they offered him a deal, privately—they would do their best to run things for six moons, but if in that time no suitable leader had come forward, Nico would come home to keep the pack safe. Months passed, and no one reached for the title, perhaps afraid they would meet the same fate as Saskia Alders, perhaps out of respect for the second. Saskia’s advisor held up their end of the bargain, so Nico means to honor his.

There was very little contest between him and the second. The pack has recognized as Alpha for now, but who knows how long that will hold—Nico himself doesn’t have very lofty expectations. The respect his mother gained over decades of firm leadership could work in his favor, or it could show him to be a pale reflection of her, unfit to carry the legacy. His personal ideals could also prove his undoing. Nico still believes that all creatures are worthy of compassion, not just pack members, and hates the way the wolves rank themselves. He believes it needs to change, but with all the turmoil now, he doesn’t know if anyone will take the chance at further instability in the pack. Maybe he’ll manage to shake things up—provided he isn’t overthrown or murdered in the process.

[halloweenacara]

all my beasts! my main account is totally full now rip. names & info under the cut

aske - halloween acara, he/they - horror artist & author, kinda the main character. he writes a horror-comedy comic, but his most famous work is a series of intense horror novels published under a pseudonym. he's secretly a huge scaredy-cat & has become very fond of a certain zafara.

flora - mutant aisha, she/her - baker & activist. she runs a little bakery in the haunted woods that only employs other mutants. she's sweet as sugar, but you don't want to be on her bad side. not afraid of anything- in fact, she has a sweet spot for the scariest resident, alder.

fossil - tyrannian elephante, he/him - anthropologist, museum curator, technically undead. he was found in a glacier on the border between tyrannia and terror mountain & revived. now, he has a special interest in tyrannian history, spending more time in the field than behind a desk. he will talk your ear off.

kilroy - steampunk zafara, he/him - a knight from the golden era of meridell- sort of. he was brought to life via a wayward spell from mac, pulling him from the pages of a book of old meridellian tales. he's a little lost, but taking it in stride- besides, he has a cute lil acara to help him out.

pup - toy poogle, they/she - midi musician, streamer, sapient robot. they speak almost exclusively in internet memes and audio clips. she has a vast collection of expression stickers, one for every mood. recently, they've been visiting veknir's workshop every night…

mu - burlap kau, he/they - fiber artist, gardener, ex-scarecrow. he used to live in a farm north of the haunted woods, then took himself off his stick and ran away. he sewed his legs himself, as he didn't have any originally, and has to fix them often. makes a lot of crochet plushies and blankets- stark contrast to the manor's otherwise spooky vibe.

alder - shadow skeith, she/her - groundskeeper. an intense individual, to say the least. she's been with the manor longer than anyone can recall. she mostly keeps to herself- she lives in a small cabin on the edge of the courtyard. she spends her time meticulously cleaning the tombstones, or lurking in the yard in the midst of heavy rain. aske is terrified of her.

rory - chocolate/halloween bori, he/it - some variety of candy-based creature. he only joined the group recently- previously he was known as the thing that howls and roars just past the fence line. he smells like candy corn and hot cocoa- apart from the bones, of course. those smell like death.

maxie - ghost cybunny, she/her - tour guide/scam artist. she offers tours of the manor, even installing a little gift shop in the foyer. most of the 'haunted features' on the tour are fake. even if the others wanted her to leave (frankly, she's a rude, self-serving conwoman), she couldn't- she died in the manor. every time someone asks how she died she gives them a different story.

veknir - speckled grundo, he/him - alien, scientist, engineer. he keeps the manor running- repairing old appliances, fixing broken railing. of course, he did blow up the microwave trying to improve it. he crash-landed in the courtyard while fleeing someone and set up a workshop/lab in the basement. who knows what he gets up to down there? do we want to know?

cake - snot chomby, it/its - slime monster. one of veknir's experiments gone awry- well, it made a new creature, but cake's a rebel. it chose its name after coming to life and immediately raiding vek's lab minifridge. it has a massive sweet tooth- flora is its best friend- and takes its sick axe guitar everywhere (it can't play it)

remy - halloween xweetok, he/they/she - the owner of the october house. the oldest resident (besides kilroy, technically?) and also the hottest (according to remy). if he's not ominously swirling a glass of something red in the study, he's at some club doing drag.

diaveli - halloween ixi, she/they/it - some variety of horrid clown thing. her entire existence is dedicated to tormenting aske and causing problems.

chimaera - lab rat, they/them - they have chronic health issues, but visiting the lab ray and changing their body calms their aches. it also leaves them ravenously hungry and pays fairly well. they also "work" at maxie's gift shop. they sometimes play on pup's streams as a guest.

mac - mutant lenny, he/him - wizard. he spends all his time hidden away in his tower, practicing spells or mixing potions. his hermit-like tendencies are partly because he needs privacy for his evil machinations and party due to crippling social anxiety.

croaksby - candy quiggle, he/him - butler, janitor, etc. a long-suffering servant, croaksby has worked for remy for a long, long time. he does actually enjoy his work- if he gets frustrated with a resident, he can always add a touch of poison to their nightly tea/coffee/borovan- not enough to kill them, of course...

[timkarr]

Unsettling Sound The Puget Sound is an unsettled sea that lies above the tectonically active western edge of the North American Plate. This large body of frigid water is separated from the Pacific Ocean by the Olympic Mountains to its west and the Cascades to its east. Glaciers crowded into the Sound during the last ice age, advancing from the north. When they retreated some 13,000 years ago they left behind deep deposits of interglacial sediment. These sand and clay remnants, in turn, were carved by frequent rain, sea and wind erosion to form high, unstable coastal bluffs, which were soon blanketed by dense evergreen overgrowths of cedar, hemlock and fir, and undergrowths of alder, blackberry and fern. As erosion progresses this cover slides from high bluffs in slow cascades that often take decades to complete from hilltop to shore. The process is sped up when the northwest rains are heaviest. Landslides can carry trees and their understory to the beach in an instant. Once arrived on the shore, the upended forest enters the marine ecosystem, where it functions as nutrient, shelter and barrier. In the last centuries, human structures have been added to this tumult. Houses perched on bluffs afford spectacular views and command high prices, but they face the disturbing prospect of being splayed across the beach following a prolonged downpour. Slides in the Northwest earn frequent headlines, and were even the subject of a popular book and film set on the slopes of Queen Anne Hill. Much hilltop construction in the area occurs with little immediate awareness of the role erosion plays in maintaining both the geological and biological integrity of the Sound. A common response to the inevitable is to line the bank with black basaltic stones quarried from ancient lava beds. The proliferation of these bulkheads throughout the Puget Sound has resulted in a phenomenon called “shoreline hardening.” According to some government statistics, approximately 30 percent of the Sound’s shoreline is now armored with stone and concrete reinforcements. This happened along the beach where my family has lived for nearly a century. in the 1970s and 80s, property owners piled stone bulkheads to shore up against sliding —attempting to fix in time something that’s always in flux. The results of our obstinance has been devastating. Within years this beach began to lose much of its value. As a child, I can remember clawing a hundred Native Littlenecks from the sand and clay beneath beach rocks. We let these clams sit for a couple of hours in a bucket of seawater. My grandparents taught us to sprinkle in cornmeal so they could spit out stomach sand as they fed. Once full, they were transferred into a steaming pot where they open latticed shells to offer up their tenderness. Today I’m lucky if I find a single Littleneck after 30 minutes of raking. When I visit the Sound, I think of Sue and Payne, who were privileged to live on this shore and loved what it could yield to any of their grandchildren willing to put some time into it. They left us more than 20 years ago, and a new generation of family has built modern homes on the foundations of those Sue and Payne left behind. In time, ownership may be handed to successive generations, or we might drift away, passing the beachfront to someone with no memory of what it meant to a family that gathered there. And while the Sound may retain much of its scenic beauty, this too is fleeting. The tides will rise and fall revealing stretches of rocks and sand, again and again, and still something will always remain unsettled until it’s gone.

[cutekittenlady]

Tumblr Plays Pokemon White 2 - Part 2

Find Part 1 HERE!

So we're in Floccessy Ranch. We've covered all routes the polls covered thus far, but due to our starter being out for blood or otherwise too eager to prove himself we only have two team members for the first gym. I won't bother reposting the whole ruleset here this time since we won't be capturing any pokemon until after we beat the gym leader.

They are;

Bentley; a deceptively quiet Snivy whose a little too proud of his power given what hes been getting up to. He fills the grass type slot under our current rule set. He has the overgrow ability.

Aries; a hasty and mischevious Mareep we just caught here at Floccesy Ranch. We haven't done much with her yet, but given shes our only other team member atm I'm happy for the company. She'll be filling the role of our electric type. She has the ability static; a classic for electric types thats always been pretty useful.

I opt to run back to the owners of the farm to get my pokemon healed up. There should be more trainers in this area to help train Aries up. Shes currently half of Bentleys level so she desperately needs to catch up.

Not having found Herdier on the main farm, Hugh and I check in the area up north to look for the little pokemon. I run into a trainer and send in Aries to use Thunderwave and land a paralysis on the trianers lilipup then swap out to Bentley. This game is back when there wasn't a default exp share to spread exp to the whole party so switch out tactics like this is going to be necessary to keep my pokemon leveled up.

I should also have pointed out that I have the setting of White 2 set to a "SET" battle style which means no warnings or free swap outs when we defeat another pokemon. This is a pretty popular mode of play that a lot of longtime fans were saddened not to see added to Pokemon Scarlet and Violet.

The first trainer actually gives us a bit of trouble since he has a mareep of his own that paralyzes both of our pokemon. But thanks to our own Aries hanging in there we were able to come out on top.

I healed up the team and afterwards Hugh actually gives us a paralyz heal. A good item going forward.

We manage to bypass one trainer (for now we'll come back and find him afterwards) and find an x attack and another potion.

Then we FINALLY find Herdier!

Hugh hears herdiers bark and runs off to find its trainer, evidently not not being able to see the weird costumed guy. He says hes a member of team plasma and asks if we've ever heard of it. Now, i played the first game, buuut I wanna see what he says if we say no.

Doing so causes the grunt to admit to being a terrorist who tried to conquer a whole country.

Not very subtle guy.

He then tries to throw something at our head, only for us to catch it and turn out to be the TM21 for frustration. He then runs away.

Odd guy.

Hugh arrives with the trainer and they all go home.

Leaving us behind.

RUDE.

I take the opportunity to go back and face the guy we left off before. Beating him got Aries to reach level 8 and learn thundershock. Which is great for the electric type coverage.

I thought I could heal up the team before heading out of Floccesy Ranch but it seems they aren't offering that anymore.

RUDE.

I still have some potions but I dont want to use them up just yet. So while Aries health is low, I opt to leave it be as we head back to Floccesy Town. We run back into Alder who makes some cryptic remarks about how weve grown and how he wants our help with something. He then walks into his house.

I stick a pin in it, and head down to the pokemon trainer to heal up first. I can't recall if we have to battle with Alder or not here, but its better to be safe than sorry. We head back to Alders place to find two kids who offer to train... us.

huh.

Apparently Alder wants us to battle these kids which seems... harsh. But hey free exp is free exp so we agree.

The first kid starts off with a panpour and I sent out Aries. This is pretty good for me since it means Aries has a type advantage. Panpour acts first hitting with a scrach but winds up paralyzed. THis does mean I waste a turn though since the first move I had Aries use was thunderwave which the use of static cancels out. Still next round Aries uses thundershock and takes out a lot of Panpours hp. Panpour attacks with lick, but Aries finishes it with another thundershock.

That Panpour was level 9 which gives Aries enough exp to level up twice. This puts her on near equal leveling with Bentley with is pretty great for us.

Alder heals us up and we fight the next kid who uses a pansear. This actually puts us at a type disadvantage. So I still opt to use thunderwave rather than hope that static with kick in. This turns out to be a smart move because pansears lick paralyzes Aries, but thankfully thunderwave gets through so both are now paralyzed. Not the best circumstance but its not terrible. Pansear hits with scratch and we hit back with thundershock. Without the type advantage it doesnt do nearly as much damage, but still does a decent amount. We repeat the same back and forth for the next two rounds until Aries has taken down pansear.

This gives Aries a new level which also means she learns Cotton Spore, a move that can lower an opponents speed. I opt to delete growl in favor of this move since being able to move first is a pretty good advantage to have.

When we finally walk out of the place some weirdo randomly hands us a box? I don't recall the medal reward mechanic but it does seem like something that'd fit in with Pokemon White 2. I'll have to see if I can explore it more later.

Immediately after this Alder comes out to tell us thres a new Gym Leader in our hometown who we should try and fight.

Welp, guess we know what to do now.

On the way back to Aspertia Alder catches up to us by jumping off that cliff again.

Srsly dude. Your knees.

He gives us some oran berries and tells us we should go on to take on all the gym leaders before taking off.

I'd say "well that just happened" but I dont wanna be one of those people yknow?

We get back to Aspertia and stop in at home before heading to the gym. Seems Bianca has been listening to our mom talk about her times with Prof Juniper. Heh, hope the Professor doesnt embarass easy!

Aspertia Gym is a Normal Type gym, so sadly we won't be having any kind of special advantage type wise with our electric and grass pokemon. Still I'm hopeful we'll be able to get this one go?

We'll have to see.

We enter into the school yard thats meant to be the gym and this guy called Clyde gives us a free water bottle. I recall this guy being at the start of every gym in the Unova games (I think) and he'll always give you a water bottle at the start. Its a good one time free healing item that isn't too broken.

So to fight Cheren we have to beat the other two gym leaders in the yard.

The first trainer starts off with a Patrat VS our Aries. I have Aries start of with Cotton Spore and the Patrat hits back with Leer. I'm wanting to make sure Aries moves first. Next round I have her use thunderwave to paralyze patrat. Its successful and it cant attack on its turn. Then I have Aries use thundershock with brings it down to roughly half health. The Patrat uses leer again, but I just have Aries use thundershock again. it fails to knock out patrat and it hits back with a tackle that does way too much damage for comofrt. I use another thundershock to take it out for good.

Evidently Aries is a bit of a glass canon without a lot of defense atm.

Next they send out a lilipup so I have Aries use cotton spore again. Even if they knock out Aries it'll slow them down for Bentley. Lillipup uses leer and I have Aries use thunderwave. However Lillipup still manages to use tackle and knock Aries out.

I swap in to Bentley and have him use Vine Whip. Lillipup uses odor sleuth. I decide to have Bentley use wrap to get in a little bit of chip damage. Lilipup hits with tackle and I have Bentley retaliate with vine whip. Another leer next round from the lillipup, but wrap gets its health into the yellow. One more vine whip finishes it off.

While we win, that was only the first trainer and we're already down a pokemon. I don't think we'll be getting through this gym in one round. However I dont want to run back to the pokemon center, so I opt to push on until we're KO'd.

The next trainer starts with a Lillipup VS Bentley. Without Aries around to do any set up I opt to start using wrap for chip damage right away. Lillipup uses odor sleuth but that just gives me a chance to use leer to lower its defenses. It tackles but I use a vine whip. That on top of the leer is enough to take Lillipup out and get Bentley to level 12.

The trainer sends out patrat. Again I opt for wrap. He hits with tackle and I take the chance to use a potion. Patrat uses a tackle and Bentley uses leer. Patrat responds with a leer of its own. Then I use vine whip and get patrat in the yellow. Patrat hits with a tackle, but wrap activates and get him into the red. I have Bentley use tackle to save on pp and it takes the Patrat out beating the trainer.

Going in against Cheren I heal up Bentley with one of my remaining potions.

I save my game and head in against the gym leader.

Cheren opts to start with Patrat.

As before I start with wrap, tank a tackle, and then use leer. I tank another tackle and decide to use another leer. I'm hoping to take Patrat out in one hit. Tanking another hit, I heal up with my last potion, as Patrat uses work up. I then hit with vine whip. I fail to take patrat out and it hits me with a powered up tackle getting me into the yellow. I use another vine whip to take Patrat out.

Bentley gets to level 13 and wants to learn Growth. This is a pretty good move that increases attack and special attack. I'm not willing to give up tackle just yet since I want to maintain a neutral attacking move this early in the game (the gym after this is poison type after all) and so I remove leer in favor of growth..

Cheren sends out Lillipup which i think may be his last pokemon. I use the fresh water to heal Bentley as Lillipup starts with a work up. I have Bentley respond with growth. Lillipup uses work up and I use growth again. Lillipup uses work up again and I use growth. Next round LIllipup uses work up yet agian, but i opt to try to do some damage and have Bentley use vine whip. Lillipup outspeeds with another work up. Bentleys powered up vine whip is enough to get Lillipup to half health. Hoping I can make this quick I have Bentley use vine whip again which KOs lillipup and wins the gym battle!

Yayyyy our first milestone is met!

With this pokemon up to level 20 will obey us, and Cheren also gives us TM83 for work up. And once were out of the gym we meet back up with Bianca and she gives us the TM for Return which is a pretty great normal type move.

Now gen 5 is the first time in the series that you got to have reusable TMs before this point they were one use only so you had to be very careful which pokemon you gave which move.

Cheren emerges from the gym and it turns out he and Bianca know each other! These two then exchange numbers with a teenager.

Pokeverse is a different world.

We get a call on the xtransciever (which is like the gen 5 pokeverse version of a smart watch with call function) from prof juniper who introduces herself.

After that call Hugh shows up and challenges Cheren to a battle. He agrees and they both disappear inside.

Bianca then gives us the C-gear which we wont be using much since its mostly there for wi-fi stuff that isn't available anymore.

And with that we're finished with the first leg of our journey!

We have the start of a team and our first gym badge.

I'll be saving the game and getting our character to the next area. Once we're through all the polls for the next area I'll make the part 3 to this series! See you then!.

[writerfae]

[like always, transcription of my messy handwriting and tag list under the cut]

Runa's dagger, a gift from the Alderking to his daughter

ancestral dagger

traditional Alder Court blacksmith work

it's a sacred blade that can be used for rituals

last of its kind

was lost for a while, it changed owners several times

Ranva was the last to own it

it's the dagger from the nightmare Henry and Aiden both had as children

To the design (+ fun facts):

twines, thorns and flowers engraved in handle

so-called "bloodstones" encorporated

"raven feathers" as a reminder of Runa's origin (house of ravens)

runes engraved on the other side of the blade

forged during an eclipse

sort of magical

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[findingtruenorth23]

Eleanor Jerome

Characteristics

Hair: Chestnut Red

Eyes: Blue Green

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 135 lbs

Identifying Features: Moles and beauty marks along the left side of her face, another mark just below her right eye.

Birthdate: January 12, 1875 (approximate)

House: Gryffindor

Boggart: Professor Fig

Wand

Alder, 13 inches, slightly yielding, phoenix feather core

The ideal Alder wand owner is often helpful, considerate, likeable. Alder wands that are well-placed are very loyal. Best suited for non-verbal spells and great for protection against outside forces.

Rarest core type, widest range of magic, act on their own accord, picky but display great loyalty once it’s earned.

When combined with phoenix feather, Alder will pair with a witch or wizard who will make their mark on the world.

This wand is well suited for spells involving potion-making, Beasts, and defensive magic, although, it may have a little bit of difficulty with nonverbal magic (offset by the wand wood in this case). The flexibility and length suggest a confident, kind, and compassionate individual who may struggle with trust somewhat due to their skepticism; but they may be swayed with a proper argument.

Personality

Traits

Brave, loyal, resourceful, clever, witty, stubborn

Fears

Abandonment, inferi, spiders

Skills

Magical

Ancient Magic, Legilimency, Occlumency

Non-Magical

Balance, Dancing, Memory, Animals

Lore

Found abandoned on the streets of London at around the age of one in January 1876 with not much more than a blanket embroidered with her first name, Eleanor spent most of her childhood at St. Jerome’s Home for Girls in Islington, where she received a basic education and trained for life as a maid or governess with a well-to-do Muggle family.

At the age of fifteen, she was due to transition out of the orphanage and enter the workforce very soon, when an errand with another girl went awry. A man had followed her and the other girl, attempting to abduct them, and they ran until he had them cornered. Eleanor, only wishing to protect herself and the younger girl, inadvertently blew up a stone wall and placed a protective shield around them, knocking the man out and drawing the attention of the Ministry of Magic. All told, more than thirty-five Muggles had to be Obliviated.

Eleanor was almost immediately enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Professor Fig was enlisted to mentor and give her rudimentary training until the school term could begin.

She has always wondered who her family was, but with no leads on anything as simple as her actual surname, Eleanor had long since given up on finding them before even discovering she was a witch. Her only memory of her parents is of her mother’s eyes as she hummed a lullaby to her as an infant. Much of Year 7 will focus on her discovering that.

More reading:

In the Shadow of Darkness (Year 6)

In the Shadow of Light (Year 7) - coming soon

[bardic-inspo]

15 Questions

Tagged by @vault-heck. Thank you!! 

Tagging back if you want to (no pressure if you’d rather not): @electricshoebox, @some27-url, @persephotea, @wishing4nuclearwinter, @totally-not-deacon, @just-another-wasteland-merc, @alannabix88, @alder-berry, @mercurymiscellany, @thedreamwolf, @seduce-me-with-coffee, and whoever else would like to!

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope.

2. When was the last time you cried? I got a little teary on Saturday when we left home to play D&D at a friend’s house a few hours away. It was the first time we left our kitty cat home alone overnight in our new place and I was feeling a little sensitive about it. He was completely fine and he probably slept most of the time we were gone.

3. Do you have kids? No, but maybe, probably, having one someday.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me? Never. (Absolutely).

5. What sports do you play/have you played? When I was younger, swimming and cross country running. I don’t run at all anymore, it sort of fucked up my knees. I would love to get back into swimming again sometime in the near future. I semi-frequently do yoga at home, and would like to get into biking again. I’ve almost-nearly bought a bike several times over the past few years, but always found an excuse not to (mostly broken toes and long winters). I also have my scuba certification, if that counts, but the certification process was spread over two years (because of the broken toes) and I don’t feel qualified in the least, if I’m being honest.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? Their voice, if I hear them speaking. Otherwise, I guess...just, vibes? A gut reaction of however they make me feel based on what they’re saying/doing and especially how they’re saying/doing it. 

7. Eye color? Hazel, leaning heavily towards green.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Both is good!

9. Any special talents? I think I’m a decent writer, and a somewhat insightful person/deep thinker. 

10. Where were you born? Midwest U.S.

11. What are your hobbies? Writing, video games, dungeons & dragons, reading (sporadically), dabbling in random artstuffs as the mood takes me, travelling to places I’ve never been, helping my cat live his best life.

12. Do you have any pets? My kitty cat, Leo, is about 8.5 years old (I cannot believe!!). We adopted him from a shelter when he was 5, and that was probably one of the best things that ever happened to me.

I grew up with a goldendoodle named Teddy, and I do love dogs, but I very much do not want to own a dog and owning a cat has reinforced that quite a bit for me, just due to the lifestyle changes/amount of work to take care of them elements.

‘Leo’ was the name my kitty’s prior owners gave him, and we didn’t have another name in mind, so we kept it. If we had ended up with a girl cat, we may have named/re-named her “Neset” and called her “Nessie” for short. Neset was a recurring villain in a D&D campaign I played in, and was also know as “the shadow of Egypt”. She was a monk/rogue multiclass who escaped our party probably five times on the brink of death before we eventually captured her.  I

13. How tall are you? 5′1″

14. Fave subject in school?  In college, I liked political science so much I ended up minoring in it sort of on accident, because I kept defaulting back to those courses while figuring out my actual major. In high school, probably psychology or language/literature.

15. Dream job? Not having to have one?

I think would enjoy being a writer, as a job, if and only if my financial wellbeing didn’t depend on it, and I was writing what I wanted/decided to write. That being said, some sort of story or narrative work. Maybe as an editor, or some sort of concept-person. I also really enjoyed anthropology, poli sci, and research in general in college, and if I wasn’t certain academia would ruin me mentally and financially, I might enjoy that, too. These are all dreams and don’t sound like real jobs one could have with the terms/conditions I’m describing.

[frestoniia]

MISC. HEADCANONS

HOUSE: Ravenclaw

‘Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw If you’ve a ready mind Where those of wit and learning Will always find their kind.’ Ravenclaw is the house renowned for its wit, wisdom, and for only accepting the cleverest students. Many assume this means that all Ravenclaws are brainiacs who enjoy nothing more than studying and spending time in the library. While there are certainly plenty of Ravenclaws who fit that description, there are many others who demonstrate that cleverness doesn’t just apply to book learning.

Craig was initially apprehensive about his house placement. He simply didn't see the appeal of getting bogged down in the nitty gritty of academia, nor did he consider himself exceptionally smart (not that he was unintelligent by any means, just not at the prodigal levels of intellect one typically associates with Ravenclaw). However, as he would come to learn, he met the criteria in different ways.

Craig is witty, perceptive, and quietly brilliant. He may not always be noticed right away, but he's respected for his insightfulness and kindhearted nature. One would think this compassion would align more with Hufflepuff, but it is his emotional intelligence that earned him his placement in Ravenclaw. He's highly empathetic and intuitive, and this lends well to discerning one's true feelings and intentions. He's no Legilimens, of course, but he is very observant. He also demonstrates a level of maturity beyond his years, and a love of learning that isn't just for show.

WAND: Alder wood. Unicorn hair core. 13 ¼ inches in length. Unyielding.

Alder is an unyielding wood. Yet more often than not, its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards. Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether they were an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may ‘die’ and need replacing.

[usagirln120]

Yasuhiro Hagakure: Hogwarts AU

Yasuhiro Hagakure is a half-blood seer wizard that was born on the 25th of July 1976 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1987, being sorted into Slytherin house but due to how many times he has been held back, he didn't graduate until 1996.

He was for raised by his mother after his father left when he found out that she was a witch but she was helped by her family a lot.

He is a descendent of one of the Peverell brothers and was the owner of the family's invisibility cloak before he handed it over to his younger cousin Toru.

Knowing that he was a seer, he often scammed his fellow classmates to give them predictions which almost got him expelled multiple times.

He did the same thing when the Kuzuryu siblings started at school but this did not go well at all.

Especially not after the youngest Natsumi was murdered which caused him to become the main suspect but due to lack of evidence, the ministry of Magic were forced to let him go.

He eventually became a member of Makarov's Army in his final year which is the main reason that he could finally graduate from school.

After graduating from Hogwarts, he became a member of the Order of the Phoenix alongside his mother but he still continued on as a conman.

He eventually went on the run with his friends Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri, Byakuya Togami, Toko Fukawa and Aoi Asahina to find Monokuma's Horcruxes.

He eventually participated in the Battle of Hogwarts which he survived and even saved the life of his friend Leon's cousin Kanon after he died, to make sure that his friend's last action wasn't in vein.

He was also clearad of suspicion of Natsumi's murder after Mahiru Koizumi confessed to being involved with the murder.

He eventually stopped being a conman and took over as the new Divination professor after Professor Madrigal retired, and later on married his friend Aoi with the two having a son together.

He has an alder wand with a unicorn hair core.

His Patronus is a Chestnut Stallion.

His favorite subjects are Divination and Transfiguration.

His least favorite subjects are Flying and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

[sparrowsingsstories]

So let me tell you about some of my other Fallout OCs:

Levi Vargas, Railroad agent code name Innkeeper. He is the 2nd in command at Hunt House, a bed & breakfast that operates as a Railroad safe house in Jamaica Plains. He's a sweetheart with some heavy duty PTSD from being in at least 2 Institute raids on safehouses. He's involved with Darcy Gray, has a wicked crush on Bean, and ends up in a relationship with Darcy, Bean, and Sparrow. He and Sparrow have at least 1 child.

Avery - a synth created to infiltrate settlements as a psychiatrist. The Institute trained her in all manner of psychiatry including how to recognize manipulation and how to manipulate people. They did such a good job, she manipulated herself free. She isn't a part of any group, but does work with a Railroad Tourist doctor named Becca. She ends up in Jamaica Plains as a doctor and psychiatrist. She lives at Hunt House and is with Jackson.

Cora: The lead singer and all things manager of Cora and the Wailers, a jazz and blues band that came from New California and settled in...Jamaica Plains. She owns Half of the local Tavern - other half owned by the bartender, Annie, a pre-wae ghoul.

Victoria (Vic) Hunt: Owner of Hunt House and Railroad operative Organizer. Vic handles all records for the Railroad and has been in since a teen. She knows everything about every major operative- including Deacon. Prone to showing her displeasure by squirting people with a water pistol, she is a force to be reckoned with. That said, she's very maternal and protective, seeing Levi as a younger brother and giving Darcy, Sparrow, and Bean a safe place to be. She also provides Jackson a place to recover and becomes best friends with Avery. She has a crush on Luke (Minister) and loves baking and cooking and knitting.

Johann: A very interesting escaped synth, he was "bred" to be a psyker. He his his full abilities from the scientists. His main ability is being able to talk to and control animals. However, he can hear people's thoughts and talk to them and influence their thoughts. He's been living in Virginia, but word of the Sole Survivor has reached them and he and his flock of sheep headed back to the Commonwealth. He lives outside of Jamaica Plains with his Hawk and Fox and his partner, Cera.

These OCs have direct connections to @alder-berry OCs and will feature in some way in either Mercy's stories, Sparrow's story, or have their own story!

[lunarcovehq]

Elif Karadaş is a werewolf that currently resides in Echo Acres and has been a Lunar Cove resident for a month.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: December 15, 1990

OCCUPATION: Owner of Tatlı 

FACECLAIM: Hande Erçel

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Werewolf

WOLF CLASSIFICATION: Beta (Born Wolf)

PACK AFFILIATION: Member

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, ELIF KARADAŞ

Trigger Warnings: Murder, Death, Hanging, Violence, Blood, Sexual Assault, Abuse of Power, Drugs, Manipulation, Blackmail, Weapons, Guns

She would never forget the smell. The gut wrenching mix of iron and petrichor hung in the air like a noose around her neck as she tried to no avail to still her breath. Her frail hands were shaking as she clasped them over her mouth and squeezed her amber eyes shut. Her tears stained her cheeks as a percussion of thunder and rain drowned out the sounds of her parents screams. Mere minutes before, Elif had been running down the halls. Melodic laughter filling the air as she darted into her parents bedroom and pulled herself up into her mother's armoire. She could hear her father counting to ten in the other room as they played what should have been a simple game of hide and seek. A distraction on a stormy night in at their seaside house. But as her mother approached the dresser's wooden doors, the brilliant light that was her Annem's smile waned. Concern creased across the woman's forehead as her eyes snapped away from little Elif's to that of the hall.

"Burada bekle, yavrum-" Wait here, my little one and, whatever you do, don't come out until I come get you, her mother warned her. Only, there would be no coming back. The new outlets would later be littered with details of the attack on the Karadaş family and how the only survivor in that house was their hunched over six-year old girl who watched in horror as her parents were slaughtered before her very own eyes. Her parents deaths would be declared a tragedy. The mysterious murder of a loving couple who had seemingly no enemies and, while the details of why they were killed and why she survived remained a mystery, life went on.

Elif could never stand the sound of thunder after that. Not that she ever dared to speak of what happened either. The next few years, Elif kept relatively to herself. The quiet and clearly traumatized kid moved to Istanbul to live with her Uncle, the famous Plastic Surgeon, and her cousins. But, while Elif grew up in a rather packed house, her Uncle tended to run a tight ship. Her father's brother meant well, but he was a cold man who was rather strict, demanding perfection out of his own children and ward. Perfection that Elif rarely met. She had never been particularly good at school and, ever since the incident, she struggled to sit still. So, while her cousins excelled, she found herself dodging crude rumors about her in the halls and kicking around a football by herself on the playground. And no matter how much she tried to tweak bits and pieces of herself to fit in, she couldn't seem to escape the tragedy that had befallen upon her until college, that is, when she left Turkey to study overseas.

In the States, Elif had the opportunity to re-invent herself. The athletic girl started taking soccer more seriously and, although her grades were still subpar, she found herself shedding the 'weird kid' label that had followed her throughout her upbringing. No longer defined by the worst moment of her life, Elif came out of her shell, quickly becoming known as being bubbly and charming, albeit clumsy. She may or may not have accidentally stabbed her partner during their first biology experiment Freshman year, but rather than the other kids being weary of her, her classmates laughed the matter off while her TA offered to have extra one on one sessions with her. He was a senior who had ace'd the class back when he was a freshman and, at the time, Elif thought nothing of the extra attention.

That was until she came early to one of their study sessions and just so happened to walk in on him with one of her teammates. His hands were all over the other girl, but one look into Taylor's eyes and she knew that his feelings were far from reciprocated. Elif didn't think. She just tore his arms away from the other and, when he started to get physical with her, she pushed back. Hard. She watched with wide eyes as her TA fell back. His head slamming against the side of the desk and the next thing she knew his body went limp. He was dead.

Elif knew she should have been horrified. She had killed someone and yet as she stood there in shock, her feet glued to its spot, she found herself feeling relieved and, for once in her life, strong. The night her parents died, she had been so petrified that she hadn't been able to do anything, but watch. But, now? She had protected her teammate from god knows what. The blood on her hands was out of self defense and she wouldn't have thought anything more of it if it wasn't for the horrified look on her teammate's face now directed at her.

Fuck. She was screwed. She had just killed a man and her teammate she had been trying to protect was now making a beeline for the door in a desperate attempt to get away from her. The fear in Taylor's eyes evident as she rushed out into the nearly empty hall, stumbling forwards as she crashed into another student's shoulder before darting off. Only what may have been out a sheer form of luck or Elif's misfortune striking again, the man Taylor crashed into on her way out of the room just so happened to be a man, named Damien Blake, who would forever flip Elif's life on its head.

He didn't say much at the time and, even if he had, Elif likely wouldn't have registered it, but he stayed with her as the police appeared on the scene and before they could question her, she watched as he covered for her. He lied without so much as blinking, weaving some false story about how they had both been out in the hall when they heard a crash and rushed in to find their TA unconscious lying beside their desk. There was no mention of Taylor in his tale and Taylor never came forward to correct him on it. Her teammate avoided Elif like the plague after what had all gone down, but one conversation with Damien later and it was as if what Elif had done had been erased from history. He had protected her and Elif wasn't sure why until a few weeks later when she blacked out and seemingly did it again.

Waking up covered in someone else's blood was traumatizing enough, let alone finding yourself stark naked in some shady back alley a few blocks from Campus. The full moon looming overhead as she made eye contact with the body of a Criminal from the News and from the many Campus Alerts that had warned her and the rest of her classmates to be careful wandering around alone at night. A body that for some unspeakable reason had been torn to shreds and with some... bite marks scattered along their skin, might she add? A situation that Elif convinced herself had to be a bad hallucination. She didn't stumble upon any dead guy or wake up in any alleys. She had simply had a brownie gone wrong... and it wasn't as if anyone had seen her there, so what were the chances it had actually happened... again? She had been ready to buy any story her mind could come up with that didn't end with her having to accept that she was losing her mind and potentially becoming a serial killer. Only before she could lie to herself further, Damien was there once more.

I know what you did. He confronted her a few days later. Elif tried to the best of her ability to play it off, pretending that she had no idea what he was taking about. She even went so far as to try and lie and say the attacker had been her dog and not her, to which Damien reminded her that she didn't have a dog. But, amongst Damien's accusations came the truth. He knew, just as well as Elif did in her gut, that Elif had been the one to take out the criminal whose body she woke up next to just as he knew she had been the one to take out their TA, because like Elif, Damien had done the same himself in the past. She wasn't loosing her mind. She had simply triggered the werewolf gene inside of her, like him, which meant that one of her parents had been a wolf like her too. And given how he Uncle had never clued her in on the fact that she would grow a tail and start howling at the moon if she ever happened to kill someone, it didn't take Elif long to figure out that she had taken after her mom. The murder of her parents hadn't been an accident, but the act of a hunter who wanted to eradicate their kind. Her dad was simply collateral damage along the way and if she hadn't been hiding in the wardrobe that day, chances were she would have faced a similar fate.

Elif didn't know how to cope with the news let alone what she was now. But, with the impending full moon she didn't really have a choice but to lean on Damien for guidance and figure it out. With every full moon, the shift got a little bit easier and, as sophomore year rolled around, she changed her major from PreMed to Psych. She would have made a shitty Plastic Surgeon anyhow. Her Uncle's footsteps were far too large for her to even attempt to step into. While psychology happened to be one of the few studies that actually peaked her interest. Her new major and career path being one that helped her rationalize the immense changes in her life or at least help her to pretend that everything was fine. And with Damien, things were. At least for a while.

For the rest of college, it was her and him against the world. They became known around Campus as a package deal. Damien covered for her with the death of their TA and no one else ever learned of the incident in the alleyway. But, while Elif, with her aversion to authority, found solace in being a lone wolf, Damien sought to be in control. He wanted to make his own pack. One that didn't hide away, hulled up in some Safe Haven, but thrived out in the rest of the world. Damien was determined to make his lofty dream into a reality with Elif as his righthand, even going so far as to propose to her the night after graduation in an attempt to lure her fully over to his way of handling things. Only when his ploy didn't work, did Damien do what he did best. He attempted to blackmail Elif the same way he had blackmailed Taylor into keeping her mouth shut way back when. He had proof of not one, but two deaths she was responsible for and, if she wanted it to stay quiet, she'd be a good little wolf and help him search for more wolves out there like them that he could sweet talk or bribe to joining his ranks. So, she told him she would. She looked him in the eyes and told him a lie that rivaled one of his very own, before packing up her things and taking off into the night with any leads he had for finding other supernaturals along with her. Elif tricked him and ran.

The young wolf was twenty-two when she wound up in Lunar Cove. Damien had spoken with distain of the Safe Haven enough times that it hadn't been too hard for Elif to find and, while she thought the quaint town was cute, Saskia Alders pack, with its strict demands, reminded Elif why she had walked out on Damien. She wasn't about to go back to having someone try to tell her what to do, no questions asked. It was only by some twist of fate that she ended up befriending the Alpha's son.

Nico was the kindred soul Elif didn’t know she needed. He was a breath of fresh air and had never seemed to care that she always managed to wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Rather, the moment she went tearing off with some dumb idea in mind, he was right there, charging along side of her. He quickly managed to become her favorite part about Lunar Cove which was exactly when she didn’t feel like she could burden him with her past the moment it started to tear its ugly head again.

A friend tipped Elif off that Damien knew she was in Lunar Cove. The wolf had apparently managed to do it, despite her setting him back a few months- he had formed a rival pack outside of Lunar Cove and was hellbent on teaching her a lesson for leaving him when she did. The quaint town she had started to lay down roots in didn't feel safe anymore and she knew she likely couldn't afford to stick around any longer. So, she packed up her things and, against her better judgement, she swiped the Alders' protected stash of silver weapons and aconite. It was out self preservation. If she was leaving the Safe Haven that was Lunar Cove, she'd need some sort of weapon to protect herself. She hadn't meant any harm by it. But, Nico caught her midway through trying to nab the weapons.

Elif was sure he would turn on her the way Taylor had. She figured he'd shut her down without even bothering to hear her out, but Nico was different. Rather than looking at her with eyes filled with betrayal, he genuinely offered to help. He even stood up for her when his mom found out and, after a bitter argument with the Alpha, he chose to leave town with Elif rather than stay. For the first time in forever, Elif felt she had a family again, even if it was only a family of two. Nico and her traveled around, stopping in New York, before traveling north and then west. They were as close to a two-person pack as you could get, moving every couple of months to avoid the suspicion of hunters and Damien, and always having each other's backs. They likely would have stayed like that too if Nico hadn't gotten a message in the spring of last year that his mother had been murdered. Now they both orphans and when Nico told her that he needed to go back home for a little bit, Elif could only nod and tell him to go. It was her fault he hadn't been there to begin with. It was only right that she'd support him on this.

They were supposed to meet back up in a few weeks. But, plans change and a few weeks became a month. A month became two and before she knew it, it was Valentine's Day of 2023. She narrowly managed to escape a hunter tailing her and, as much as she knew the smart thing to do would be to go straight back to Lunar Cove, the stubborn wolf in her decided to hack it. She had heard through Nico about the Lunar Cove attack and she hardly believed the small town was any safer than the rest of the world. If she could just ride it out a couple more months, then maybe she could prove to her best friend that Lunar Cove had it wrong. They were far safer in hiding out in the world than they were huddled in one place like sitting ducks. And what were a couple of hunters anyways? She was practically a superhero with her werewolf abilities and strength. She could take them.

Only a silver bullet in her arm later had her realizing that she couldn't. So, the little wolf found herself heading back to Lunar Cove after all this time with her tail between her legs. Now, Elif has been living in town for about a month or so. If you ask her what brought her back in town, she'd say that she just couldn't live without her best friend. Just pay no attention to the scar on her arm and the uneasy look in her gaze at the mention of hunters or a rival pack that she isn't sure is still out there.

[b4rredteeth]

"I bet in attitude then," he said, grinning. Matevos had been at a point to believe anyone was a sibling of Cyrek after meeting two of them. He'd never really met families what had different siblings, vastly different, as the Alders were. Then again, he'd never really been in with other kids anyway, perhaps he'd met more than he knew. Now he worried that he might lose his place to Lionel and would have to speak with Cyrek later, not that he couldn't wait, he'd just begun to dislike coming to this place. It didn't bring back memories or anything, it just made him feel a bit odd, having 'escaped' it, as if escape was necessary. He'd thought about moving back several times, when Anna broke things off… not that there had been a thing to break off that was. But he'd chickened out because he'd already sold his old home and the new one had been too expensive to give up on right away. There was no way all his new things would fit into a sizeable home.

"Ah, well, just in case: I was here first," he noted. "I don't think he'll use it, except when he needs to make a call himself. I have a second phone at the office just for him," he said. "Kinda sweet though, that you'd give up your bonus for that piece of trash," he laughed, he meant well. He thought the world of Cyrek, but he was also slightly annoyed to be waiting. He felt like breaking into the house, he could pretend it was for the sake of the chicken or something. "Hmmm, oh, same old, same old. Taking care of animals while petting frightened owners on their heads. You?"

𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 & 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐬​:

Matevos wasn’t one to stalk outside of people’s homes, but there were times when it was absolutely necessary that he stood at the Kingpin trailer park and looked menacing. There were times when his association with the Bastards was made so ABSOLUTELY clear, and when he simply couldn’t get out of it: mostly when his boss didn’t show up within the agreed timeframe. And it hadn’t been the often anymore recently, not since Matevos had moved away from the trailer park into a more comfy apartment - that was sucking him dry. Also he couldn’t really blame Cyrek, since he was soooo often late himself to any meetings.

He frowned when the figure that was slightly familiar to him walked up to him talking as if they’d never really met before. Which he was certain they had, though once again Matevos was plagued with the fact that he was shit with faces, names, and all additional information. Though the nickname spurred the wheels in motion. Nobody who called him Mat or Matty could be that far removed from him anyway. It was either: people who knew him and knew he didn’t mind nicknames that much or people who had a lot of difficulty remembering what his name was since it wasn’t an English name. He had been rather proud of it once, he was named after his grandfather. “I remember you,” he said, though that was… about half-right. “Though like always I’m thrown off because you two look nothing alike,” he added. Old-school Matty. “Pretty much, yes, you too? Surprise visit or are you his next appointment?”

A hearty laugh left Lionel’s chest whenever the other remarked upon his and his foster brother’s visual dissimilarities. It was a good joke — if not a bit overwrought, considering it’s all he used to hear from the teachers that inherited each mix-and-match Adler children, one year after another. At least there had been a sizeable gap between himself and Cyrek, still, it must not have been easy as they both shared addictive personalities; while the strawberry blonde was certainly the less overtly cynical of the two, their defining difference, he was very fond of his substances, on and off campus.

“Really? I used to think we were twins,” he tagged along, approaching the trailer in his scuffed converse that had the drawings of half a dozen friends on the rubber lining, like notes in the margins of a journal. He always liked personalizing them, that way he’d never forget any of the people in his life he once thought were important. “Always a surprise visit. He hardly answers his fucking landline, it’s annoying. I was thinking of coming around with a new phone one of these days, whenever I get a good bonus, ya know? Anyway, what have you been up to, boss?” He’d referred to everyone in the Bastards as boss or chief or another term he thought would bolster morale in an already cocksure band.

[timkarr]

The Unsettling Sound

The Puget Sound is an unsettled sea that lies above the tectonically active western edge of the North American Plate. This large body of frigid water is separated from the Pacific Ocean by the Olympic Mountains to its west and the Cascades to its east.

Glaciers crowded into the Sound during the last ice age, advancing from the north. When they retreated some 13,000 years ago they left behind deep deposits of interglacial sediment. These sand and clay remnants, in turn, were carved by frequent rain and sea erosion to form high, unstable coastal bluffs, which were soon blanketed by dense evergreen overgrowths of cedar, hemlock and fir, and undergrowths of alder, blackberry and fern.

As erosion progresses this cover slides from high bluffs in slow cascades that often take decades to complete from hilltop to shore. The process is sped up when the northwest rains are heaviest. Landslides can carry trees and their understory to the beach in an instant. Once arrived on the shore, the upended forest enters the marine ecosystem, where it functions as nutrient, shelter and barrier.

In the last centuries, human structures have been added to this tumult. Houses perched on bluffs afford spectacular views and command high prices, but they face the disturbing prospect of being splayed across the beach following a prolonged downpour. Slides in the Northwest earn frequent headlines, and were even the subject of a popular book and film set on the slopes of Queen Anne Hill.

Much hilltop construction in the area occurs with little immediate awareness of the role erosion plays in maintaining both the geological and biological integrity of the Sound. A common response to the inevitable is to line the bank with black basaltic stones quarried from ancient lava beds. The proliferation of these bulkheads throughout the Puget Sound has resulted in a phenomenon called “shoreline hardening.” According to some government statistics, approximately 30 percent of the Sound’s shoreline is now armored with stone and concrete reinforcements.

This happened along the beach where my family has lived for nearly a century. in the 1970s and 80s, property owners piled stone bulkheads to shore up against sliding —attemtping to fix in time something that’s always in flux.

The results of our obstinance has been devastating. Within years this beach began to lose much of its value. As a child, I can remember clawing a hundred Native Littlenecks from the sand and clay beneath beach rocks. We let these clams sit for a couple of hours in a bucket of seawater. My grandparents taught us to sprinkle in cornmeal so they could spit out stomach sand as they fed. Once full, they were transferred into a steaming pot where they open latticed shells to offer up their tenderness. Today I’m lucky if I find a single Littleneck after 30 minutes of raking.

Whenever I visit the Sound, I think of Susu and Chum, who were privileged to live on this shore and loved what it could yield to any of their grandchildren willing to put some time into it. They left us 20 years ago, and a new generation of family has built modern homes on the foundations of those Susu and Chum left behind. In time, ownership may be handed to successive generations, or we might drift away, passing the beachfront to someone with no memory of what it meant to a family that gathered there. And while the Sound may retain much of its scenic beauty, this too is fleeting. The tides will rise and fall revealing familiar stretches of rocks and sand, again and again, and still something will always remain unsettled until it’s gone.

[samuraiswian]

ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ ɴᴇᴛ | ɢᴇᴛᴏᴜ ꜱ.

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:  Invited to a concert by your roommate, to an underground bar, unintentionally you gain the attention of the womanizer Suguru Getou.

ᴘᴀɪʀʀɪɴɢ: ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪꜱᴛ! ɢᴇᴛᴏᴜ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 

{ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ}: ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ, ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜ, ʀɪᴄʜ ᴋɪᴅ ᴀᴜ, ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ  ᴛᴡ:ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ��� ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, 

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ:4.4k

 ᴀ/ɴ: Ya’ll the way how many times I rewrote this whole thing like...deadass. Honestly this took too long to write lol,  Like this man owns me. I had an idea {If Getou’s band that sound like Artic Monkeys, specifically, ‘AM’.}   which turn into Brainrotting which got out of hand. So this is verryy self indulgent, hence why its so long (I apologize). 

With each step taken down into the dimly lit bar, your sweaty palm glides down the aluminum handrail. Above the overlapping chattering voices, rhythmic thumbs of a kick drum rises, which coincides with your heartbeat. Relax, grounded the voice within.

Your roommate shuddered seeing you alone on another night, a half eaten box of takeout rest on the coffee table while the late night news blared in the background. It was her fault for even bringing up the proposition of going out. You saw nothing wrong with that outcome. It was safe .And while safe kept you hidden from him, your roommate thought it was unhealthy for you to be at home alone. So she claims, a fine ass woman in her prime should put herself out there. To you, unfortunately, that would be tantamount to a death wish.

You were a homebody who needed to be coaxed out of its shell, in her opinion. That was far from the truth; oblivious to how wrong she was, she consistently suggested going to Six Eyes. A bar, more specifically, an underground bar, which is convincing enough to get you out of the house for one night. Since the owner was not a big promoter, it wasn't well known. With her hands clasped together and a jut of her bottom lip, she predicted "a slow night". Your gaze shifted to the female reporter on screen, sensing a sudden “no” coming her way, she begged. 

“At least come keep me company for an hour, tops.” 

He couldn't possibly track you down in another country, in a city full of strangers. So, ostensibly, you agreed.

Now you're tormented by the persistent thought of returning back home to the safety of your apartment. Burnt cinnamon tangling with thick tobacco smacks your senses as you shove past warm bodies that stood around to find the culprit who conveniently lied about the ever-growing crowd. You weren't sure who to hold responsible: yourself for falling for your roommate's lie that the bar wouldn't be packed on a Friday night, or her lying to begin with. It didn't matter how you tried to shift the blame—it was all on you—

A boisterous laugh erupted, before a rugged body crashed into you, the stranger's icy drink splattered your satin cami top. Your arms stretched out in anticipation of a fall that never happened. Strong arms enveloped your midsection, further shielding you from humiliation.

 “Ah shit, my fault I didn’t see you there. My friends were being dumb, they pushed me over.” 

From the man who was responsible, his honeyed voice drifts into your ear. The intense fragrance of cigarette smoke, hint of caramel, and alder wood-like aroma filled your nostrils, clouding your mind. His companions stood a few meters away, pretending not to notice the male flirting his way into your pants—and failing miserably.

“Open your damn eyes, next time then.” 

He reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulls out a crumpled napkin, attempting to wipe your shirt with it. “I told you it was my fault, princess, no need to bare your claws.” He was covered with tattoos as far as the eye could see, with black gauges to match his domineering demeanor. As his silver-layered jewelry gleams in the light, the man smiles. He could put a thousand suns to shame with that thin smile on his face. He was a pretty boy at best, who expected women to flock to him.

Snatching the paper towel from the man and dabbing it on the camisole The harder you wipe, the more your bra outline protrudes. Damn it, you cursed. Going braless was a bad idea. His gaze, on the other hand, never dipped below the collarbone. What a gentleman. At the very least, he was courteous. 

“Don’t call me princess.”

“What else do I call you, if not that.” He bit down on his bottom lip, intently watching your actions. His dark orbs stared back at you as you stopped and looked him in the eyes.

“Beautiful as you are, you must have a name.” 

“Let’s see you bump into me, then split your drink on me,ruin my shirt and now you're expecting me to give you my name for some sad attempt of flirting.You see where this is going right.”

“Fair point,” He chuckled, his tongue protruding through his cheek. “Then. —Perhaps I should buy you a drink instead?” He leans in, his hands stuffed into the back pocket of his dark wash jeans, invading your personal space.“So it could end up on me again. Hard pass."  you purposely bump into him with your shoulder, muttering "asshole". His friend laugh,  exchanging money behind his back, 

“See ya later princess,” He yells after.  

Whilst you approach the bar, a young woman calls out orders, and you catch a glimpse of a white bow as she frantically thumps glasses down towards customers, who’ve taken up space at the counter. You cram into an empty barstool between two drunks who are tongue-lashing each other, and a man knocked out cold. Made up in your mind,this was the last time you'd come out to a place like this.

Her eyes brightened. “Hey, you made it!”  Unable to stop beaming,  she fills a pitcher to the brim, sets it aside, and picks up another to fill at the bar tap. 

“Iori, I thought you said no one was going to show up?” Your elbows rest onto the counter. As she continues to fill the glass, she cups her hand around her ear. “I thought you said no one was coming!” She bursts out laughing. “I said it’s going to be a slow night, never that people weren’t coming.  After all, this is a bar."  You couldn't help but sigh in frustration. Clearly, you were aware that it was a bar, but you were not prepared for a crowd. You downed the shot Iori put in front of you, feeling a warm sensation run through your chest. Something to take the edge off, she says.

“Why is it so crowded anyway? I can barely hear myself think.” Iori thumb jams backwards, pointing to a flyer behind her that says, 'Rock Night Weekend’.  "Some popular local band playing tonight.  And Gojo didn't tell me until literally an hour before we opened, so if you want anything—it’s on me to make up for your time away from home."  

You pointed to your clothing with a wry smile. “No thanks, some asshole dumped his on me instead.” Iori scowls ”I have something in the back if—”

“Utahime! I don't pay you enough to just sit around and talk all day, table four needs a refill, and table two needs more appetizers.” A white-haired man with square rimless sunglasses leaned over your shoulder, passing her a brown bar tray. “You don't even pay me,” she shot back. It baffles him, and he scoffs in mock incredulity.

"It was entirely your idea to host this event when we are clearly understaffed. Now fuck off, can’t you tell I'm in the middle of something." Iori nods in your direction before taking a tip from someone.

The gum he obnoxiously smacks on fades as he leans further over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the person Iori mentioned. Gojo peered over the rim of his glasses, eyeing your figure seated on the barstool. “And who is this beauty Utahime?”

”Y/n, gojo. Gojo, Y/n.” Iori flimsily pointed between them. Gojo takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb in leisurely circles across your skin. "'Y'know it must be hard to be this beautiful, too many bozos trying to sell you a dream, huh?" He lowers his lips to the back of your hand as he holds it in his. "It is. In fact, I'm looking at one right now." Ouch, Iori laughs as you wiggle your hand free.

Never once does his gaze leave your breasts as he trails a bony finger up your shoulder.

 “If you give me a chance, I’ll show you that I’m honestly not.”

 “When hell freezes over.” 

“I’ll get my coat then.” He leans in closer. 

“Down boy, you're drooling.” Iori moves a tray of shots across the bar and positions it in front of the man leaning against it. Gojo uses the wristwatch he wears to keep track of the time. “Whoops, it's showtime, and Sakuna's going to kill me if I don't hurry.” He lets out a low howl as his attention is drawn to a young woman wearing a miniskirt. "He'll be okay," he smiled as he pursued her.

“Shesh, what’s up with him? Ten more minutes I could’ve sworn he'd start barking.” 

“Sad to say, that's Satoru Gojo,  neighborhood hoe and the owner. But don't worry, he's like that with everyone; just bruise his ego once or twice and he'll back off.”

"Anyway, what's the name of the band playing tonight?"

“Curse Dwellers.”

As you rest your chin in the palm of the leather jacket, you snicker. She whizzes back and forth behind the counter, replenishing drinks and taking orders.

“What a ridiculous name.”

“Yeah well, all the members are hot, especially, Getou.” Iori sets a shot glass in front of you. “Who knows, maybe I can put in a word with his bassit, let ‘em know I have a friend that's in need.” She bit her bottom lip, wiggled her brows, and you grimaced at your roommate.

 “Iori, please. I don’t need you putting in a word with nobody, especially here in this shit hole.”

 “I work in this shithole.” 

 “My point.” You muttered a scoff in response. “I’m not about to just sleep with anyone here, just because you think I'm in need.” It wasn't that you were deliberately being this way; it was difficult adjusting from being a silver spoon breed to now barely having a pot to piss in. “See, you wouldn’t have such a stick up your ass if you did have sex. Take a look around, the world is your oyster here, all you have to do is pick somebody, and have them fuck you til you can’t remember your own name. It’s not rocket science. And if you don’t see anyone, the offer still stands.” 

“I don't need to get laid,” you pouted.

The two's attention is diverted by feedback from a microphone. Gojo steps into the spotlight, replacing the earlier man with a calm demeanor. As he introduced the headlining act, it was clear that the next band was well-known throughout the venue. Just after the kick drum solo, a strong guitar riff broke out. loud screams echoed throughout the space. Iori nudges you, pointing to the man who isn't looking at the audience because he's too busy untangling cords from the mic stand. His hair was now thrown across his shoulders, clothed in a black cutoff shirt with inked sleeves. “That's him, that's Getou.”

Once he got his hands on the mic, his sweet voice captivated everyone in the room. He was a natural. You've got to be fucking kidding.  HeIt couldn't be him, could it? The brazen jerk who spilt his drink on you earlier?

His aura was seductive, making the audience demand more and you crave more. His presence was unequaled. Subtly, you found yourself swaying your head back and forth. Unintentionally, his eyes met yours, and his lips twisted into a grin-like smile, exactly as they had done before. Even when he belted out his heart out, you couldn't look away from him for a second. Truly unmatched. Those that backed him had distinct personalities, which explains why they were well-liked.

In the lighting, the tattoo bands on the scruffy pink-haired drummer glitter. His gaze shifts to a guitarist in front of them, who then gestures for the male to back off. It's typical for the drummer to roll his eyes, as he has done before. meanwhile, a dark-haired bassist nods to the music as he places his foot on the floor monitor amp.

End of their set, sweat drips off their faces and caught in laser stage lighting, their final note echoing throughout the venue. After chanting "We want more," the audience is met with exactly what they've been asking for.

Clammy hands grasp your abdomen, drawing you ever closer to an athletically-tanned body. As the stranger's grip on your skin begins to tingle, you let out a quick gasp. Boozed-up, coo-inducing buffoon:

“Quite a beauty you are. So, why don't we just skip the introductions altogether and enjoy ourselves somewhere else?”

His hands sank lower than they should have, and your nose furrowed from the heat of his breath. "You fucking pig, get your hands off of me." In spite of yourself, you gritted your teeth with malice and wrung his hands from your body. He takes a moment to think. He squints his eyes in order to get a better view and shake off the idea that he's seeing double. "H-hey, you look familiar," said the man. When you feel a burning sensation in your stomach, your heart begins to beat faster. "You're just drunk ." His palm squeezes your breast, the harsh slap masked out by the noise of the local bar. The man glowers, the realization of being slapped struck like a thunderous clap. He retaliates by winding his hand back, just before a hand wraps onto his. 

“Enough, Kusakabe. You've had a little bit too much. Stop before you do anything stupid, my friend.”

Getou’s grip tightens on the man's wrist. The stranger yanks his arms away from the dark-haired man, humiliated by the idea of one individual pausing his act. Like they were anticipating a brawl, his bandmates laid down their instruments on the stage. “Or what, pretty boy?—You gonna kick my ass?”  The bassist stopped the drummer in his tracks as he rose from the bench. 

When Kusakabe delivers Getou a heavy shove to the shoulder, Getou retains a stern expression. Onlookers divided so that the band members leapt to action from their stage positions, without being caught up in the chaos.

 "Nothing much," he admits, "just some fucking manners.”

***

The cool night air soothed your aching bones as you studied Getou's profile. He cupped his hands around the engraved zippo, lighting the nicotine stick he held between his lips. The embers flicker, illuminating his features as he tries to pull hard, sending thick clouds of smoke spiraling into the air. Your breath came out in short bursts. You can't recall the last time someone stood up for you. You thought foreign acts of kindness were extinct. People you once knew took advantage of this. You're filled with remorse or guilt because of Getou's bravery. It was his mocking voice that whirled around, tormenting you and interrogating others. He’s just using you.

You can't remember how long the two stood in the aftermath of the fight, but the picture of Getou's friends hauling the belligerent drunk out of the bar with sickening grins on their faces lingered with you. His knuckles were decorated with bruises with a faint purple and crimson tint, as well as a bite mark from the drunk. 

Iori promises to take you home, but as the temperature drops, doubt begins to creep in. The last train departed three hours ago, and there was cab was nowhere in sight. From the looks of her boss, Gojo may try to shift his responsibilities onto your roommate instead of taking care of them himself. “I didn’t need your help.” you muttered. When Getou raises his chin to look up at the stars, he takes a drag.

“You hear me, I said—”  

“Sure you did. Kusakabe was quaking in his boots.” He gives you a snide nod. Your body shot off the brick wall and landed in front of the man. 

“I’m serious. Had you stepped in, I would have handled it.” 

“Had you handled it, I would’ve been looking at a nasty hand print instead.”

His eyes bores into yours as he takes another puff. 

“I’ve dealt with worst. Believe me, compared to other men he wasn’t going to do a damn thing.” Your arms folded across your body. 

“If that’s the case, I  wonder what kind of men you deal with.” 

“It’s none of your concern.” 

“Oh kitten, but it appears that you forgot that your taste in men ruined a perfectly good show tonight.” A delicate finger presses against his heart with each word you utter. 

“I didn't ask for your fucking help.” Getou's teeth grit as he tightens his jaw. His imposing presence grows stronger with each step closer to you, until it completely dominates you and your back meets the cold brick wall. “Let's say I didn't help you tonight, huh? Suppose he had his way with you. And he'd turned you into his personal fleshlight, then what.” With his massive frame towering over you, he blows thick smoke directly into your face.

Your heart thumps against your chest, and you're quite sure he can hear it. As the humiliating dark-haired male taunts you, you are left stunned. Your chin is trapped between his forefinger and thumb as the back of his knuckle grazes your cheek. As he lifted it, your head rose, providing you a clearer sense of what might have been hidden beneath the streetlight. “I'm sure you enjoyed all the attention.” You were able to escape from his grip. As he breathes, his gaze is drawn to your lips.

“What's the matter, princess? Your mouth no longer works." 

Your attention was drawn to the thunderous thuds of objects falling from the alleyway and his bandmates bickering shortly after. Getou never moves, his gaze fixed on yours. His eyes are dark and steady as he takes you in. They resemble the man who kept the keys to your cage. Your body sags as you recall the montage of bruises he left all over your body, despite your similar stature.

***

 You've known about your father's arrangement with Naobito Zenin since you were a child. Your father decided that guaranteeing his lone daughter to his business partner was a good idea. All in the hope that the two companies' merging will go smoothly. Because he lacked an heir to properly inherit the company, your father believed that this was the only way to keep it afloat.

However, you'd never met the boy to whom you were allegedly betrothed. That is until, a blissful spring morning, hidden away in the vacation home's secret garden. Silence was broken by the soft clanking of the shishi-odoshi. The timid ten-year-old boy bashfully wrung the tail end of his shirt, with dirt caked on his pants knees. Within his grasp, the posy bouquet he hid from view wilted.  

“I’m N-nayoa—Naoya Zenin.” he mumbled. The tips of his ears burned red.

 Despite stumbling over his words, he never took his gaze from the only thing that kept him grounded—his brown oxfords. He clumsily shoved the posy of Camellias in your face, which came from the same garden where the two were standing. “These are for you,” As he bowed deeply, his head collided with the fabric of his pants. Just as his mother instructed. His sweet gesture made your stomach churn. 

“I don’t like flowers.” It was almost comical, how disbelief edged onto the boys’ face, his eyebrows shot up. 

“Mother said all females love flowers. What’s wrong with you?” 

You shrugged. “Nothing is wrong with me. flowers are stupid.” 

“Well you’re stupid.”

 He shouted to the top of his lungs, It shocked you when he snatched the posy from your grasp throwing them at your feet. Without another word, Naoya scampered off. 

At the time, he had no concept of courtship. Too busy squabbling with you. Regardless of whether you were his, he believed in befriending you properly, bringing all of the things he'd discovered were your favorites, disguising it as a mere coincidence.

 Each passing spring, second thoughts about your feelings for the boy changed. Under the cherry blossom, where you two shared kisses, Naoya confessed that he would become the head of his clan when he becomes of age. Everything was promised to him, just as you were.

Gone were the days where the two would sneak into the city for the spring festival. It seems as though the days are slipping away from Naoya as a natural consequence of Naobito's doctrines. And as the young boy grew into a man, Naoya felt obliged to remind you that the Zenin Clan believed that the idolatry of women should be seen, not heard, and displayed it with pride.  

Well into your official engagement, another woman's lingering perfume clung to his shirt after his ostensibly business luncheons. Naoya's infidelity piqued the interest amongst the board of directors' wives. You despised that because you were linked to Naoya, you were expected to attend their arbitrary get-together. Fundraisers and galas were discussed, but with the wedding approaching, you were in the spotlight.

 Mai sat at your side, the embarrassment in their backhanded assurance that they were on your side was palpable. "At the very least, she has someone who comes home," she counters. It's the only reassuring thing Mai can say before trying to change the subject.

That night, a sumptuous candle-lit  dinner was held to commemorate the two's anniversary. The couple ate in silence, the cutlery scraping against the fine china, as the city lights streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The ladies' words still burned, throughout dinner.

‘A birdie is going ‘round telling people about your fianc��'s affairs.’

‘It’s okay hun, it’s not like the woman will please him forever.’

 ‘That’s right, don’t worry men stray, but not for long.’

“Stop seeing her, or else.”

  “What are you going to do to hurt me, love?” He slices the sirloin steak without missing a beat. As the man at the head of the table finishes his meal, a manicured nail gently taps the wine glass's base, your patience wears thin.

“Don’t test me, I’ve let you embarrass me long enough. We all know that if this wedding doesn't happen, your company would be nothing. You will not inherit anything because Naobito regards you as a failure. End it now—or else.” As he finished chewing, his silverware fell to his plate, followed by the cloth napkin he dabbed at the corners of his mouth.

“Is that a threat?”

Your eyes travel over to his. Even as the clock ticks by, there is a deafening silence.

“It’s a promise—”

He flung out the armchair, which clattered to the floor, when he slammed his fist into the glass dining table. “I didn’t quite hear you….It’s almost as if you said that you are threatened?” He dared, challenging you to step out of line, to impose on his authority. Naoya stalked over to your end of the table, carrying the expensive bottle of red wine. 

 Your back met the  backrest of the chair, with your chin raised high to look the predator in his eyes, malice filled every word that was spoken. “I didn’t stutter— the way you parade Yuki around, damn near makes me into a fool.’” 

He scoffed, hoisting his slacks before resuming his position on the glass table. Red wine poured into your previously empty glass. “And let me guess you’ve heard all this from the trophy wives, who do nothing but sit around on their asses all day.” A slender finger traced along the edge of your cheek, He titters. ”Please. Y/n. Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.-- What makes you  think I need you? Me? Of all people.” 

His agonizingly tight grip abruptly latched on your jaw, his sneering face inches towards yours. “It’s you who would lose everything. I alone have to carry my clans and your fathers burden, because he couldn’t produce a son. So next time you feel so bold, remember to stay in your damn place.” forcefully, he shoved away your face from him, your back meeting the back rest again. Eyes aglow, the engagement ring you dropped into the glass of wine leisurely sways to the bottom. “You are just like Naobito. You won’t be happy until you destroy everything in your path.” 

The Zenin Clan believed that the idolatry of women should be seen, not heard, and displayed it with pride.  And Naoya deemed it fit to remind you of that as the young boy turned into a man. ‘I correct you because I love you,’ you've heard so many times that it's burned into your memory. Words that Naoya borrows from his father’s teachings.

Your tears have bonded to the carpet, your ears are ringing, and your senses are blurred. Drops of blood also fall to the ground from the small bruise that his clan rings have caused.  The roar of a crackling fire masked the soft sobs from your broken voice. Naoya Zenin's chest heaves as he stands tall, looming over your cradle frame on the floor. 

“You should know better than anyone not to threaten me.” He calmly steps over your body, the faraway crunch of his shoes against the broken glass as he walks out the door. Every argument ended the same. Naoya disappeared for the remainder of the night, only to return in the twilight.

His rough hand would clasp around your neck, tightening around you as he pounded into your wetness from behind. The soft 'palps' of skin echoing through the large bedroom, entwining with his name pleas. As if he is afraid of losing you, he suffocates you with his entire weight. In your ear, his breath came out in shortstops, groaning ever so slightly when your sooping walls clenched around him yet again. Naoya reaches out, a firm grip on your breasts, spraying your insides with his warm load. It's the closest thing to an apology you'll get, and you'll take it...for the time being.

The late-night shifts at work still continued. On his collared dress shirts, he had lipstick smudges and stains. You'd had enough. You despised the man who fucked you into the mattress at night, only to have his fill with someone else the next day. Who the hell thought he was to think he could have it both ways? With billions of dollars backing him up, he was thought to be untouchable. So you took your leave. You hadn't even been out of your cage for a day when you were dragged back in by your hair, kicking and screaming. When he saw your frail frame, bedridden, he realized what he had done and vowed to you that he would never do it again.

Your mother recognized the warning signs because she'd been through similar experiences herself, but she couldn't say anything other than to bare it for the time being in hopes that his rage will subside over time. She was right. But there was one thing you were unwilling to wait for. You were on your way out, no matter what it took.

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Full House 17 - Meanwhile

2,10m is approximately 6’11”

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CW: pet whump, caretaker new master. 

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Master Eri was nervously talking on the phone for days, Beige managed to overhear the conversation enough to know it was about the youngest pet and doctors, he had a bit of hope at first, hope that Night was sure to crush to dust.

“He doesn’t care,” Night said firmer than any other pet in that house could even sound, “Not him and not the doctors, they are all humans and humans are cruel,” there was anger and hatred in his voice, but there were also fear and heartbreaking sadness.

“He- he is b-better than- he he is better,” Beige said in a low voice, Master Eri never hurt any of them, in truth, he can be so kind, and even gives praises and pats, even Night enjoy it sometimes, “M-maybe-”

“Better doesn’t mean that he is good,” Night cut angrily, not angry at Beige, but at every human in the world, “It just means that he isn’t as bad as the others, and as you know it isn’t hard to be better than those two,” he added. After Night found out that Master Alder and Mistress Courtney were truly dead he doesn’t lose an opportunity to let it clear how much he hates them.

Beige nodded convinced; it made sense after all. He was kneeling inside the room, everyone was but he was the more agitated, breathing so hard that the other pets could hear the high-pitched gasps, without the thought that Master can be good as that was left was the overwhelming fear, the same fear that made him hide food around since the phone calls started so they can eat if Master tries to starve them, this same fear is now stopping him for even breathing properly.

Pink crawled closer –he crawled as he was trained to, Master isn’t there to complain, not right now– and stopped right beside Beige. He didn’t say anything as he pulled the older pet to a light hug, one easy to let go if Master were to come, they shouldn’t be calming each other down and Pink doesn’t usually misbehave this much but it’s Beige, after everything he did for everyone getting in trouble to calm him down is more than worth it.

And it isn’t even the worst I did recently. Pink shook his head, he can’t think about that, he can’t let anyone find out about it ever. Not master, not Beige, not even Purple. 

Beige didn’t say anything while he awkwardly accepted the hug, there was no need for words when everyone knew that the issue was that Master was nervous, dangerous. It doesn't matter what humans are feeling, the pets are always the ones to pay for it.

Purple was kneeling quietly, but even he was too scared to be good now, he –who was offering himself up at first– avoided getting close to Master after a while. Meanwhile, Day had made himself small and as invisible as a 2,10m guard dog can be, he knelt down in the corner of the room and refused to even lift his head since.

“The door,” Night said all of sudden, pressing his ear against the wall to hear better while everything watched him in deadly silence, “...A doctor, they went upstairs,” he said with gritted teeth, but even if he was angry for the presence of another human Beige was relieved.

It wasn’t bad news, principally when the youngest one was never meant to survive with the former owners, it at least shows that Master wants him alive, maybe things will be better, or maybe Beige didn’t learn his lesson about humans yet.

Night is right, but Beige doesn’t dare to hope for everything to be perfect, or the life to be painless, he doesn’t even hope to be able to wake up and not be filled with fear. All he hopes is that things will be better than it was before, or at very lest, he hopes that things won’t ever get worse.

The small relief made Beige get weaker as if all the exhaustion was coming at once, he let himself be pulled towards Day, forming a comforting pile which Purple was quickly to join in, more so he could take all the punishment for it later if needed. Night didn’t join, he kept in guard and listened, someone had to be sure Master wasn’t coming.

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ℰ𝓊𝓅𝒽ℯ𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝒮𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒽 𝓜𝒶𝒸𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓇

Euphemia is from the pureblood Macnair family which unfortunately do go on to support Voldermort in the future. Euphemia is sensible girl and has a quiet ambition to do whatever it takes to survive socially as the only daughter and youngest sister of five brothers and very strict parents. She always felt like she was never rich enough for the other Slytherin girls despite growing up in a lot of wealth and did everything to please them. Euphemia likes to try out anything and everything once she started at Hogwarts and wanted to learn as skills as possible to be a well rounded person. Her eyes did wander to a shy Hufflepuff boy with an awkward yet cute demeanour. With help of Winona Rosewood, the two finally got together. She knew that her family and others would make her life hard for choosing someone of lower status but she took that risk. Euphemia was prepared for a life of hardship with Colin and even partook in illegal activities to survive.

𝒫𝓇ℴ𝒻𝒾𝓁ℯ

Nickname: Phemmy by Colin, Mia by Winona and friends.

Born: 9th June 1881.

Hometown: Winchetser, Hampshire, England.

Nationality/Ethnicity: British.

Language(s) spoken: English, Some German, French and Latin.

Accent: PR English

Blood status: pureblood.

Gender identity: witch (she/her).

Sexuality: heterosexual.

Face claim: Alexis Bledel.

𝒫ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁

Myers-Briggs type: ISFJ (the Defender).

Alignment: neutral good.

Strengths: supportive, reliable, observant, hardworking.

Weaknesses: repressess her feelings, a bit of a doormat, overcomitted, people pleaser.

Hobbies/interests: potions, gardening, reading, writing.

Favourite colour: pine green.

Favourite food: cucumber sandwiches.

Favourite drink: earl grey tea.

𝒜𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ

Height: 1.70m/5'6ft as an adult.

Weight: 54kg/119lbs as an adult.

Hair: reddish brown but turned more brown as a teen.

Eyes: blue grey.

Skin: light, tans but very slowly.

Defects: distinct birthmark on her left arm.

Style: she is very girly and likes light coloured dresses. Euphemia likes fashion but is okay when she had to accept that she might not afford nice things.

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉

Wand: alder and unicorn hairstring, 9 inches, whippy.

(Alder is an unyielding wood, yet I have discovered that its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards.)

Animagus form: none.

Patronus (previous): rabbit.

Patronus memory: brewing her first potion and finding a talent.

Patronus (now): lamb.

Patronus memory: meeting Colin in Herbology class and falling in love with him.

Boggart: losing her loved ones.

Riddikulus: there is no solution so far.

Amortentia (what does she smell?): wet grass, whiskey, and earth.

Amortentia (what does she smell like?): violet, vanilla, and victoria sponge cake.

Magical abilities: non verbal magic, potion spells.

𝒜𝓉 ℋℴ𝓰𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

Hogwarts house: Slytherin.

Best subjects: potions, herbology, and charms.

Worst subjects: arithmancy, astronomy, and divination.

Third-year options: arithmancy, care of magical creatures, and divination.

N.E.W.Ts: charms, potions, herbology, history of magic, and transfiguration.

Quiddditch: doesn't play quidditch and has little interest.

Extracurricular: prefect, gardening club.

𝒜𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℋℴ𝓰𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

July 1899 - September 1948: potioneer (mainly), bartender (part time), and on and off seamstress, also dabbled a little of being a herbologist.

April 1902 - November 1904: tried to run a newsletter but failed.

May 1931 - October 1948: started to sell illegal potions due to the economic crash.

ℛℯ𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈

(From top, left to right: Orvelle, Marguerite, Elmore, Jericho, Silas, Harrison and Clyde)

Family:

Orvelle & Marguerite Macnair (father & mother) - Own a line of successful business and are middle class rich but not rich rich like other pureblood families.

Elmore (oldest), Jericho, Silas, Harrison, & Clyde Macnair (youngest) (older brothers).

John & Aileen Moss (children).

Friends:

Carolyn Nyberg @lifeofkaze - Can this even be called a friendship? Euphemia was just happy to be part of the Slytherin girls club only to find herself deeply insecure around them. After a while she became terrified of Caro to leave her despite Caro not caring if she sticks around or not.

Ophelia Burke @the-al-chemist - They became friends(?) through the Slytherin girls clique but Euphemia tends to feel pity for her. Ophelia thinks she's stupid to go for a boy of lower class.

Winona Rosewood - Winona was the one to first to approach Euphemia. She enjoys the Gryffindor's company and overtime with Winona's help, she finally left the Slytherin clique.

Albert Burke @madelineorionswan - Euphemia meet Bertie through Colin and they become good friends. Bertie tends to third wheel them but Euphemia enjoys his company. She is overly conscious and tries to make him feel like he's not a third wheel.

Euphemia is open for more friends.

Love interests:

Colin Moss - Euphemia fell for Colin in herbology class but was always shy to approach as many discouraged her to talk to him due to his class and family. But when Colin finally asked her out in fourth year, she knew she couldn't let him go and would give up everything to be with him.

Pets: Icarus, a Eurasian eagle-owl and Luna, a Persian cat.

Rivals:

None so far.