#Linden Reed

[lunarcoveinspo]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! - A CANDYCANE GRAM

While enjoying the festivities, you've received a candycane gram- the gram is a silver and white candy canes wrapped in brilliant red ribbon . Attached to the gram is a card that reads-

To: @linden-reed they say the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb but whoever said so never knew the endless depths of my loyalty to you all. there is nothing i wouldn’t do for our family. i love you. From: @briarreed

[lunarcovehq]

Linden Reed is a Witch that currently resides in Downtown and has been a Lunar Cove resident for about twenty-six years.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH: June 6, 1989

OCCUPATION: Author/Bartender at the Starlight Bar

FACECLAIM: Daniel Sharman

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Witch

INHERENT ABILITIES: Telekinesis, Telepathy, Catoptromancy

COVEN POSITION: Member

COVEN ABILITY: Eidetic Memory

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, LINDEN REED

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Addition/Substance Abuse, Memory Loss, Gaslighting, Compulsion, Manipulation, Domestic Abuse

Some people grow up thinking that they are living in a fairytale, and others know better. Nothing was ever really conventional for Linden, he and his family were doomed to live unconventional lives the moment Alyssa Reed fell in love with, and married, Silas Chamberlain. From the outside it would have seemed like a storybook romance, but nothing was perfect. Silas lusted for power and influence above all, above his wife, and above his newborn twin children. Silas doted over the twins, making promises of a legacy they would inherit from him. Even when giving whatever love he could manage to his children, it was still guided by his insatiable desire for power.

There was a glimpse of normalcy in their lives, Alyssa thought things were better after the twins were born, that was until Violet St. Claire. Despite Silas cheating on her, Alyssa stayed for the sake of her position within society. She played her role, she fell pregnant once again with another daughter, and took what time she could with Silas - she did whatever needed to be done to maintain the life she had built. She brushed off rumours about Silas and Violet’s child, maintaining that her children were Silas’ true heirs. As far as Alyssa was concerned, she was the wife to the most powerful man in the coven, her children were his only true children, and anyone that claimed anything to the contrary were out for something. She was the picture of a faithful wife.

Then came the one thing that Alyssa could not gloss over, could not ignore. She had wanted to be the wife of the Supreme, but Silas was beyond that now. His lust for power had overtaken him, and he threatened to expose them to the world. He had gone mad. She turned against him, going to The Council seeking refuge. There was a lot she could overlook for the sake of her position, but she could not risk her life, nor the lives of her children to feed her husband’s mad desires. She fled into the night with her children, vowing that Silas would be nothing more to her children than a name. With the aid of the Supreme she altered the memories of her children, rewriting history. She made Silas a man who had run out on them when Alyssa was pregnant with her youngest child, a man who had done his best to be there for them, but was not ready to be a father. He became a story they would tell themselves: the man that could have been.

With a new name for her children, Reed, and a new story of their lives, time moved on. Silas was a figment of childhood curiosity and nothing more. Alyssa did what she had always done, she worked to create a life for herself, climbing the ranks of the coven, moving, finding herself a new husband, and ensuring that her children remembered nothing of their father, continuing to use the memory charms on her children. Linden was content with their new life, their new father - even if his twin was not. He lived his life in the clouds, his head filled with the whispers of other people’s minds, flashes of memory brought on by a touch, and places he did not know following him through mirrors. As a child it was like he lived in Wonderland and he was Alice peering through the looking glass. A child with an active imagination and wandering magic was quaint, but as he grew it became a nightmare that no one could have predicted.

When he was young people talked about how powerful his magic was, how skilled he would grow to be. They called him a prodigy, and some whispered to his mother that he could be a future Supreme,  his magic being so prevalent at such a young age. The whispers died when the other children his age started to gain control of their magic, to hone it and bend it to their will. Linden could not. His magic was wild, always creeping at the edge of his mind - never under his control. It was a beast, and Linden could not tame it, he was at its mercy. It clawed at him.

The price of Linden’s magic became clear when he heard about memory charms in his mothers mind. Writing it in his childhood journal thinking nothing much of it, he continued on with his day - only to see it scrawled in his journal days later with no memory of hearing it or writing it. It happened again and again, he would hear something in a Council leader’s mind or see an odd meeting in a mirror, and it would disappear leaving only his journal as proof of what he had heard. He questioned his mind, had his wild magic driven him mad, or was something happening to him? He poured over his things, realising the necklace he always wore was a memory charm when he managed to break it.

Silvers of his memory came creeping back in, things about their childhoods, about the father that was supposedly absent. As soon as they appeared, they were gone again, over and over again. He was playing tag with his memories and could never quite catch them. He did not know if it was his mother, or the Council, but he distanced himself from both of them as much as he could, trying to gain some solace from whomever was playing with his mind as though it were an unfinished draft in need of editing. Over and over he would break the charm on the necklace, unable to remove it just in case he was found out knowing too much. He grew to rely on his journal, it was the only thing that could prove what was real and what was imaginary. It was the only thing that kept him sane. He could not trust his own mind, he did not know if his world was real, or just some figment of the wild magic he could still not tame. What had been praised as a gift when he was a child had turned into his cage, trapping him in doubt of his own mind.

Though he loved his family above everything, he never told them what he discovered. He would discover his notes on memory charms and tampered memories, and by the time he had managed to convince himself that he was not mad, his memory would be altered once more, a vicious cycle where he could not ask for help nor warn his sisters. As for his mother, he could not go to her, he could not trust her - he did not know if she was complicit in what was happening to him, or if she had masterminded it.

He became dependent on distraction to deal with the mix of paranoia from the charms, and the weight of his magic that had turned from Wonderland into a nightmare of uncertainty. He would steal alcohol from the liquor cabinet to numb his magic for a few hours while he was at a ‘study group’, he would lose himself in a book rather than his own mind while smoking a joint to ensure the only active part of his mind was his imagination. His life relied on this distraction, wherever he could get it, whether it be girls, boys, alcohol, drugs, fighting. He did not care what form it came in, he just needed it to survive his mind and whatever was happening to his memories. He lived for excess, not for the gluttony of it, but for the silence it granted his mind.

Linden did not know true silence until he met her. He had lived his life with the idea that he would never fall in love, he could not manage it with his raging mind, but then she appeared. From the moment he met her, he was hooked. She was intoxicating and mysterious, an enigma that even his magic could not truly unravel. Her mind was guarded and she was like his own personal drug. They would party their nights away and she would siphon his magic from him allowing him the truest silence he had ever managed. She would feed from him, and would feed from other people they brought into their bed. She indulged in her every whim, but unlike Linden, she did it for pleasure rather than necessity.

She took whatever she wanted and did whatever she pleased. She was as hooked on Linden as he was her, and they were a dangerous pair, indulging in life in the grandest way. There were times when he would doubt her, would fear what she was doing, but when came the compulsion. She was tricky, a master manipulator that knew the extent of her power. She could not make him partake in the things that he feared from her, but he was a man who had spent his life ignoring what his magic showed him, so she could compel him to forget. He had told her his past, his childhood, and she used it to control him, to puppet him into being her ideal partner. She had been his escape from one cage, the weight of his memories being altered and his magic - but then she became worse. She played him like a doll, using his magic, her siphoning and compulsion to keep him exactly where she wanted him.

He did not know why she left, he did not know if a hunter had found her, or if she had simply tired of him. It was like withdrawal when he woke up without her and she never came back to their apartment. Slowly his mind healed, bit by bit from what she had done and he realised what their relationship had been. But there were still gaps, and he did not know if they were from her, or just from the life they had been living. Despite it all he could not help the small part of him that yearned for her, and he did not know if it came from the silence that she offered him, or if the love he had held for her was real. He gave himself some time to sort through everything that had happened before he returned to Lunar Cove, just in time for his world to be turned upside down once more.

When the Supreme and his step-father were murdered the coven’s eyes turned towards the Reed family. He prayed that his family would fail to meet the expectations of the coven, not trusting the leaders. The relief he felt when he failed the test was unbelievable. He had feared that those whispers of his future were true despite the failure he had grown into, and the fact that he was not shackled to the coven was one of the best things that had happened to him. His relief vanished when his twin was named Supreme, knowing the responsibility that had been placed on her. He had initially intended his return to Lunar Cove after her to be brief, to be a respite before he figured out his next steps, but now that Poppy was Supreme he knew that he could not leave her, could not allow her to do it all on her own.

[moonsongchorus]

Azra flushed. "No. I'm--well, sort of. I'm not a doctor." She knew he'd meant it as a joke, but seeing as she had such a hard time keeping a job, and felt that she was a human mess, she felt the need to qualify this last bit anyway. "Animals are the more normal thing I talk to, if you can believe it. At least other people can see them." Granted, talking to dogs in the park who could only bark in return didn't exactly make her look any more sane than when she was talking to thin air in the form of a ghost. "This is the part where you tell me something weird and embarrassing about you so I feel better about myself. Like that you talk to turnips or you have nine toes or you're an alien visiting from the moon. Stuff like that. Please start talking at any moment so I'll stop talking. Like now. Or now. Or right now."

He couldn't help but laugh at the scolding, he could almost see the shame in the dog's face even if he couldn't understand what the dog was actually thinking. "Linden." He introduced, taking the woman's hand briefly, dropping it as soon as he could. He could feel his magic twisting away at the back of his mind and he didn't want to be pulled into her head or one of her memories. He hadn't intended to really come across anyone of this walk so hadn't taken any precautions. "So you're Doctor Doolittle." He noted with a smile.

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[meat-thins]

Women in Love (1969) // Not by Big Thief

"The relationship between four sensual people is limited. They must find a new way."

[jacobsullivan]

Jamie:If I were smarter I would've waited to come home after that fucking psycho made us all play Saw. Jamie: Not sure I'm welcome in the creepy Reed Pod Hivemind anymore, man. Jamie: Thanks [unsent] Jamie: That makes one of us.

Linden: If you were smarter about it you wouldn't need to text. Linden: Half of us are telepaths, you just need to learn to use the Creepy Reed Pod Hivemind for maximum efficiency. Linden: Glad you're not dead though, congrats.

[moonglowmagic]

Where: The Hospital (Linden's room)

With: @linden-reed

“He’s such a fucking dick. I mean who votes their brother in law in to die?” Poppy asked as she continued to ramble angrily about Nic, while pacing back and forth at the end of Linden’s bed. Raking a hand through her messy blonde hair that hadn’t been brushed since this mess started. “I mean you could have died. They were trying to do a sacrifice for fucks sake.” Sure, she was the one also performing the sacrifice, but she had been under possession. “I mean what if Altan hadn’t snapped me out of the spell, or if you hadn’t got out of the dreamscape, or if the Cataylist hadn’t died? I mean there’s so many variables here that could have gone wrong.” Continuing to pace before she walked over to his bedside and pushed the cup of vampire blood to him. “Drink more. You’re not drinking enough as is.” She was half tempted to put the vampire blood in a bottle of alcohol so Linden would drink it faster. 

[lios-archive]

Women In Love, 1969 | dir. Ken Russell

[justsomeguy-cassavetes]

they've asked you to join their fucked up polycule, do you accept

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

For the adult pack, I remember when this question was first argued on Tumblr a while ago, would you or would you not fuck your clone?

(I do not speak for Teen Wolf or Paramount+. This is for fun.)

[lunarcoveinspo]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! - A CANDYCANE GRAM

While enjoying the festivities, you've received a candycane gram- the gram is a red and white candy cane with a green bow. Attached to the gram is a card that reads-

To: @linden-reed I love you even if you suck some of the time.  From: @moonglowmagic (Poppy)

[ice-mage]

Take a stroll down memory lane with the cast & unpack the #TeenWolf time capsule!

[moonsongchorus]

Option One: Eclipse

Anna wasn't sure why she'd come here, except that she sometimes left her own bar--On Pitch, the Karaoke bar in town--to be a patron to others. Not because she cared about supporting local businesses or being social with other townsfolk, but because she liked to judge their decor, their drinks, and their cliental--and because she could usually convince people to buy her drinks that she hadn't already paid for by stocking the bar in the first place. She nodded toward the man as she accepted the shot, throwing it back quickly. "Can you actually pay for this, Darling?" she asked, looking him over skeptically.

— choose your own adventure starter;

option one location: eclipse

He could feel the music pounding through his system as he headed towards the bar, like a second heartbeat. A wicked grin across his face as his head slightly nodded along to the music as he walked. He needed his routine. Wake up early and write, head to Starlight Bar to bartend, then to Eclipse until he dropped from exhaustion. A perfect cycle of lack of sleep and enough alcohol to keep his magic safely out of his grasp. So here he was, having danced the night away, ordering two shots. "Cheers!" He said, sliding the shot to the person next before downing his shot and licking the salt and lime off the back of his hand.

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option two location: new leaf bookstore

He padded through the bookstore quietly, eyes scanning over the titles taking every one in. He owned too many books to count, far too many, and yet here he was with a stack of seven books in one arm and an eighth in his other hand ready to be added to the pile. Seeing his one of his own books on the shelf he moved it slightly to display it better so the cover could be seen among the forest of spines. Feeling eyes on him, he looked up guiltily, catching the other's eye, not sure if they realised what he was doing. "What? I'm not doing anything... nothing at all."

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option three location: the caffeine crypt

"Did you know the guy who invented the ice pick lobotomy killed a guy cause he turned to have his picture taken while he literally had an ice pick looking thing in the guys brain?" Linden said bemused to the person at the next table over, peering over the top of his book slightly. His coffee sat in front of him, having long gone cold. "And people think the supernatural are monsters. This dude was horrible."

[piratefalls]

eight years ago today i spent an entire day on the set of teen wolf and it was really cool. thank, facebook memories, for reminding me that my friend and i specifically picked our set visit for the day dylan would be on the call sheet only to have everyone else run long so they cancelled his call time.

that was cool.

[streamondemand]

'Teen Wolf' – the series on Prime Video, Hulu and Paramount+

Teen Wolf: Complete Series (2011-2017), MTV’s entry in the supernatural teenager series, was a rare narrative drama in the MTV lineup up reality shows. It takes its name from the Michael J. Fox eighties horror comedy but its sensibility is coming-of-age drama by way of young adult melodrama for the post-Buffy era. Against all odds, it developed into one of the best of the supernatural shows that…

[nicocastillo]

closed starter for @linden-reed where: the hospital

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This was... hard. He stopped, and leaned against the wall outside the door out of sight, collecting himself. If Linden could telepathically pick up anything, it didn't matter, he barely understood what he was thinking, himself. The whole extended family—and he didn't know how he fit into that, right now—felt like a hostile place for him to be. But that wasn't what was giving him pause.

It was shoes kicked off and trees climbed in long summer days and scraped knees from failed dares. Teenage bravado and the slights and words they tried to shrug off. A shared knowledge that if anyone touched the people they cared about... something. They'd do something. Shitty first jobs, frustration with the world. Passed joints and accidental lighter burns and cheap liquor stinging against split lips. The feeling of losing something, or being lost.

I left you. I let you get hurt. How do I make it okay? Are you okay?

But when he went in, what he said, scrubbing a hand over his face, was as light as he could manage. "Hey. I, uh, found this, the other day, think it's actually yours." He pulled out a scratched and lovingly battered mp3 player. Attached were a pair of earbuds that would probably outlive them both given the amount of electrical tape that had been applied to the wires. "I figured you might be low on entertainment. Don't get too excited, but there's a whole forty tracks on there, and they're all classics."