#abigail mead

[myost]

[now-playing] - ost - abigail mead - full metal jacket - 1987

[hauntingsoundtracks]

Full Metal Jacket, directed by Stanley Kubrick

Attack, original soundtrack by Vivian Kubrick (as Abigail Mead)

[ivovynckier]

The electronic sound of Vivian Kubrick's score for "Full Metal Jacket" - then a novelty - influenced other film composers.

Hans Zimmer wrote a similar score for "Dunkirk" (Christopher Nolan). It took him almost a year of experimenting with synthesizers to find the right sound.

Hildur Godnadottir applied the same lessons to the nuclear disaster Chernobyl for the HBO series.

[gameofthunder66]

The Deuce (2017-2019) tv series

-(finished) watchin' Season 2- 8/27/2024- 3 [1/2} stars- on Max

99% Rotten Tomatoes

[solis-legacy]

Rayne has achieved what few sims have before. She managed to make ten friends as a teen and is well on her way to being an admired icon.

Previous l Beginning l Gen. 17 l Next

Pose Credit: @aithsims4​

[spoonsand]

RIP RED DEAD CHARACTERS YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED

Dutch- disposable fruity flavoured (mango) vapes, Duolingo

Hosea- rollerblading, old VHS movies, The Sound of Music, ear studs, small hoops, and ear cuffs

Arthur- LED strip lights, therapy, The Joy of Painting

John- Ax body spray, deodorant, those little arm floaties little kids wear in the pool

Mary-Beth- Lego flowers, The Notebook, Pinterest

Tilly- Easter egg hunts, making slime, slumber parties

Karen- Tube/crop tops, jean shorts, weightlifting

Sean- make your own mead kits, TikTok, “kiss me in Irish”, SUNSCREEN

Abigail- AirTags (she would put one on little Jack), Roasting marshmallows, Crime shows/courtroom dramas, Man! I Feel like a woman! By Shania Twain

Uncle- recliner chairs, dog sledding, Wheel of Fortune, Crosswords

Susan- Dark nail polish, cats(I’m 100% sure she’d own either a black cat or a tortishell that would sit on her lap/shoulder), dishwashers

Kieran- Creep by Radiohead, Tv shows about veterinarians, friendship bracelets (with Arthur)

Reverend Swanson- Support groups, The Robert Langdon series (especially Inferno, Angels & Demons), communion wine

Javier- Cards Against Humanity, online sheet music, ear gauges

Molly- Champaign toast anything from bath and bodywork’s, naval AND lip piercing, SUNSCREEN

Bill-sexy firefighter calendars, Grindr, Bumbl, all the dating apps, apples dipped in caramel, jolly ranchers

Charles- IMessage games (mini golf and battleship in particular), those long distance ‘thinking of you bracelets’, 90’s sitcoms

Lenny- The Carpenters, cologne to make him seem grown up, head pats

Trelawney- Harry Houdini, 50-60s movies, smoke bombs, dramatic flares

Strauss- a soul, Nigerian Prince scams, telemarketing

Sadie- gyms, self defence classes, the free Britany movement

Micah- staying in the strawberry jail, toothbrush + paste, good posture

Pearson- small businesses, handmade gifts, trying TikTok recipes

EXTRA

Annabelle- Gwen Stefani, sequins, Fast and the Furious

Jack (young)- The Backyardagains, cocomelon, a little toy train

Jack (epilogue)- Monty Python, skateboarding, swimming

Bessie- Bette Midler look a like contests, growing old, brown eyeliner, SUNSCREEN

[inlovewithregencyera]

July 5th, 1818

We’ve just left Oakmere and I have time to write again. I saw Lady Worthington and her mind wasn’t in the best of places. She could scarcely remember Frederick until I said something. She remembered him, and Frederick immediately leaped into her lap like a child and wept. She just held him and played with his hair. It warmed my heart greatly, as he’s no longer upset now! Before we left, Dr. Mead told him that she may not remember him next time, but he was alright with that. He had his mother back for a while and they made peace with his past, so he tells me he can bear anything now! We are headed to Willowfax, yes, Willowfax. Before Frederick takes me to Brindleton, I’ve convinced him to take me to see Charles and Marie. I’ll not see them for my birthday, as Marie is in the family way and is due within a week. I forgot to tell Frederick that, and when I mentioned it he immediately expressed urge to see my dear brother and lawful sister. He is eager to see sweet little Lotte as well since he’s not seen her since she was just a couple of months old. She's a shy little thing, I’m unsure how she will react to him. Nonetheless, she’s quite sweet. I’ve forgotten how good my Freddie is with children, which warms my heart. Oh, how affectionate he is with his dear little niece. She called me Aunt Aurelia on his command and I couldn’t stop smiling. I do hope Georgiana and Henry have already arrived in Brindleton. Georgie will be most delighted with Freddie’s presence, he always asks me if I’ve seen him. Kathy will be as well. Carrie-not so much. Mari says she doesn’t remember much of him. She caught us kissing once, and I had to bribe her with chocolates not to tell a soul. I pray she doesn’t remember that. Eddy and Wally were too little to remember Frederick, so this will be a new experience for them. I am beyond excited and will be forever grateful for the way we love and care for each other’s families.

TRANSCRIPT

Frederick: Are you coming?

Aurelia: Yes, sorry. I love these paintings of your parents very much, you are the perfect image of them both.

Frederick: *smiling* Thank you, Lily.

Lucy: FREDDIE! Is that you?

Abigail: Oh who else would it be you imbecile!

Frederick: Right. Shall we go?

Aurelia: *smirking* I suppose we have no other choice.

Augusta: Oh dear, who’s Freddie?

Elizabeth: Your son Mama. Your only son. Our brother.

Augusta: Oh goodness me! But I don’t have a son.

Elizabeth: Mama, yes you-

Lucy: There’s no use in trying Lizzie. We’ve tried these past few months, but she won’t understand.

Elizabeth: Let us keep reminding her and mayb-

Lucy: There is no use, Even Dr. Mead said it. You’re just upsetting her.

Abigail: She didn’t remember you at first, Give it time.

Lucy: Abigail, I’m surprised she remembers you considering-

Mead: Dear Ladies, you are upsetting your mother, please!

Elizabeth: Dr. Mead is right. There is a time and place, not in front of Mama.

*door opens*

Elizabeth: Oh Freddie! How good to see you! And Lady Aurelia!

Abigail: Very good to see you, brother. We were just discussing you!

Lucy: Yes, yes. Good morning to you two.

Frederick: Hello, Lizzie, Lucy, and Abby. Good Morning Dr. Mead!

Aurelia: Good morning to you all.

Mead: Ah yes, good morning your Lord and Ladyship.

Frederick: Mama, I-

Augusta: Oh my goodness it’s my angel! How good of you to come see me. How is my Charlie doing up there?

Aurelia: Oh, hello. Well..

Elizabeth: *ahem* Mama, look. There’s someone else standing there too...

Augusta: *squinting* Oh yes, yes I see. Who is that?

Abigail: That’s your-

Augusta: Thomas Worthington! I’ve not seen you since 1795! How good of you to come! Still gambling my husband's money I suppose?

Lucy: No mama, that’s not Uncle Tommy, that’s-

*Frederick’s eyes start welling up*

Aurelia: *whispering* Hey, it’s alright.

Augusta: Not Thomas you say? Why yes, silly me, it’s Percival!

Abigail: No mama, Uncle Percy passed two years ago.

Augusta: Oh you’re quite right, daughter. I am unsure why this strange man is in my house!

Frederick: *lip starts to quiver* Mama…

Aurelia: He is your true angel ma'am. He is superior to me in all things Godly. He is everything good in this life and the definition of heaven-sent.

Frederick: Well, I-

Aurelia: He’s a much better person than I ever will be.

Frederick: No, that’s not what I-

Aurelia: This is your angel, and he loves you a great deal. He loves you the most.

Frederick: *sniffling* Aurelia, please-

Aurelia: This angel is called Frederick, but the day he fell from heaven into your arms, is when you nicknamed him Freddie. This is your-

Augusta: Freddie?

Aurelia: Yes, Freddie! He wishes you would still hold him in your arms again and kiss his cheeks like you once did.

Augusta: *squinting* Frederick Charles Worthington?

Frederick: *breaking down* Yes mama, that’s me.

Mead: It’s a miracle!

Augusta: Oh my sweet boy, I am so sorry, come here!

Frederick: *falling to knees* Mama!

*Elizabeth, Lucy, and Abigail start sobbing*

Frederick: Oh mama *kissing hands* I love you. I love you so much, and I’m sorry for leaving. I promise I’ll never leave you again. I’ve been a terrible son, Please find it in your heart to forgive me.

Augusta: Oh my sweet Freddie! You were the greatest joy I ever experienced! You’ve been nothing but a good boy. Your Father and I were always so proud of you!

*Frederick starts uncontrollably sobbing*

Augusta: Before he died, he told me, “Mary, that boy of ours will do great things.” And I believe that! Have you finally married, oh what’s her name? A….Awellah? No, no that can’t be right. Arabella! No, no…

Frederick: Mama…

Aurelia: Do you fancy the name Aurelia ma'am?

Frederick: Oh yes! What a fine name! And if she was half as pretty as you I’d die happy! Oh…I remember now. Come here, dear Aurelia! 

*tiny footsteps approaching*

Julia: Mama, I want to go ho-Oh goodness! Uncle Freddie, why ever are you sad

*Frederick starts wiping his eyes aggressively*

Lucy: Julia Grace Osborn! Go back to the nursery this instant! 

Julia: But Mama, I’m bored! I have completed all of my lessons and no one will play with me aside from Miss Elkins, and she’s old! 

Lucy: JULIA!

Augusta: Oh hello sweet little angel! 

Julia: Hello Granny! Are you well this morning? 

Augusta: Oh, quite well thank you, dear. I am even better now that my Freddie is here. 

Julia: Oh yes, how lovely! *looking around* OH HELLO AURELIA! I HAVE MISSED YOU SO-  

Lucy: MY GOODNESS CHILD LOWER YOUR VOICE! 

Julia: *whispering* Sorry Mama!  

Aurelia: *giggling* Hello Julia! 

Julia: *pouting* Uncle Freddie, how rude of you not to answer my inquiry of why you are sad! 

Lucy: Julia, I will NOT ask you again to go back upstairs!  

Augusta: Oh, but please let the poor child stay! She has so much spirit! 

Lucy: Mama, please let me handle this. 

Frederick: No, no I agree, let her stay. After all, my little bug is worried about me, aren’t you?

*Julia nods her head* 

Frederick: I was upset because I hadn’t seen my bug all day, how are you? 

Julia: Oh Uncle Freddie I am bored! Please, can we play?   

Frederick: Not now darling, I must take Lady Aurelia to Brindleton. We can play upon my return. 

Julia: But- 

Abigail: I’ll play with you Juli-

Julia: NO! You always complain about your back! Uncle Freddie is in good health!

Elizabeth: Well goddess! Someone needs a flogging!

Frederick: Oh yes, a good flogging indeed. Or perhaps to be suffocated by kisses?

Julia: No, please!

Frederick: You must run before I give you all my love and affection! 

Aurelia: *whispers* Spare me some too? 

Frederick: You got your share last night 

Aurelia: *giggling* You’re not fair. 

Frederick: GOT YOU! *kissing cheeks aggressively* 

Julia: *giggling* No, please!

Frederick: I love you bug!

Julia: I love you too Uncle Freddie. But I HATE your sloppy kisses. 

Frederick: Oh well *kisses cheeks more*

Elizabeth: Frederick, I think you best take your leave, I feel the rain will only get worse. 

Frederick: Oh, yes, you’re right. Goodbye bug, I love you so much. Say goodbye to Aunt Aurelia! 

Aurelia: *blushing* Goodbye Julia! I hope to see you more often! 

Frederick: Oh don’t worry you will. We must take Aunt Aurelia captive, right bug?  

Julia: Oh yes indeed, then she will have no choice but to marry you 

Frederick: Brilliant girl you are! We shall devise a plan as soon as I return.

[leavethemtorot]

VK Masterpost

This will be updated with new characters as needed, but holds all current characters

Canon

Harriet Hook

Sammy Smee

Big Murph

Jade of Agrabah

Diego de Vil

Harry Badun

Jace Badun

Squeaky Smee

Squirmy Smee

Uma Triskelion

Harry Hook

Gil LeGume

Bonny Callahan

Claudine Frollo

Desiree Marinos

Jonas Marinos

Gonzo

Clay Clayton

Mal

Jay of Agrabah

Carlos de Vil

Evie Metternich

Freddie Facilier

Celia Facilier

Junior LeGume

Gast LeGume

CJ Hook

Eddie Balthazar

Maddy Mim

Yzla

Zevon

Reza of Agrabah

Anthony Tremaine

Dizzy Tremaine

Ginny Gothel

Rick Ratcliffe

Hermie Bing

Lefou Deux

Red Hearts

Widely Accepted Fanon

Marya Rasputin

Ivy de Vil

Hunter de Vil

Original

Heimir Westergaard

Hawise Angevin

Gale LeGume

Sage Snoops

Maddox Dobbs

Abigail Callaghan

Hart Bing

Clancy Muntz

Maitland Mim

Maggie Mim

Elias Westergaard

Silver Tóth

Cedar Muntz

Mila Tóth

Arthur Mim

Gwen Mim

Shan Huang

Agatha Frollo

Rosa Hearts (credit to @panthera-tigris-venenata )

Hou Jia

Zhu Rong

Vladivoj Hearts (credit to @panthera-tigris-venenata )

Jared Hearts (credit to @panthera-tigris-venenata )

Kazimíra Hearts (credit to @panthera-tigris-venenata )

Mečislav(a) Hearts (credit to @panthera-tigris-venenata )

Emmerich Metternich

Miloš Rasputin

Dior Traviss

Su Tsui

Yan Chiu

Knox

Knix

Laura Rourke

Lizzy Balthazar

Bernadette Sykes

Ripley Callaghan

Myf Mim

Macaulay Mim

Mickey Mim

Maeve Mim

Leighton Rourke

Malvina Mim

Malcolm Mim

Desi Tremaine

Bella Tremaine

Davinia Tremaine

Dixie Tremaine

Dodie Tremaine

Mars Mim

Haze Bing

Siv Stabbington

Blakely Sykes

Henry Plantagenet

Emmit Blakeslee

Meade Mim

Michelle Mim

Gene LeGume

Tiitus Westergaard

Esteban de la Cruz

Whitney Sykes

Levi Beck

Hadley Bing

Gustave LeGume

Alex Plantagenet

Collin Muntz

Iolanthe Mim

Blodwen Mim

Myrddin Mim

Magnus Mim

Monet Mim

Mallory de Vil

Kennedy de Vil

Lucia Clark

Rosie Angevin

Gloria Gothel

Gabriella Gothel

Gaia Gothel

Gisela Gothel

Harvey Snoops

Åse Stabbington

[littlepup93]

Figuring it's about time for me to start introducing some of the major characters in the story I'm writing. I'll be drawing a few more portraits like this for the rest of the main cast, so this'll be a bit of journey.

Name: Gregory Windwhirl (he/him)

Age: 23-28 (an older version of himself gets isekaied into himself 5 years in the past)

Birthday: Feb 21

Height: 5'10"

S. Orientation: Gay 🏳️‍🌈

Notable Skills: Archery, Navigation, Investigation, Knot Tying, and Survival Skills

Favorite Drink: Mead

Notable Relatives: Rhea (mom), Damien (stepdad), Abigail (younger half-sister), and Lukas (older stepbrother)

Greg's life up to this point's been the forces that be yanking him in all directions. Despite being exceptionally bright, he often still struggled and stumbled growing up, leading him to become increasingly belligerent. He cares - sometimes too much - and often finds himself frustrated when his poor luck screws him over.

When he was 17, he was drafted for the Clifwyrnni Army. This worked out well for him at first, as he provided a quick learner. He served for four years, becoming a field detective and investigating crime scenes. This was grueling work, and often emotionally taxing. He found his escape from this stress, however, in his commanding officer Captain Shiverspear, whom he engaged in a more intimate relationship with on the down-low. He was willing to go above and beyond for his Captain, even engaging in drug related misconduct at his behest. This respect and adoration only extended one way. When allegations came at Shiverspear, he was quick to pitch all the blame on Gregory to save his own rank and reputation.

Gregory was dishonorably discharged and was so painfully ashamed by this that he fell into a depressive slump for months on end before being plucked out of that bar by a pair of young nobles, Adam Trueblade and Ivan Baremount. Since then and their small party acquiring Jacqueline Rosewater and Eric Inkspell, he's been picking up the pieces while working alongside their ragtag group.

His biggest god send was that they let him keep the hound he worked with as a detective, a red and white dog named Gin. She's been his most loyal companion and pretty much acts like an emotional support animal at this point.

Now if only he could tell his parents about his being discharged.

I actually already drew Gin too at a much earlier point.

Other tidbits:

*Greg's main role in the party is the Lancer to Adam's Hero. They often clash with each other, but with time they've developed a great deal of respect and trust.

*Greg's got a habit of smoking spice (this world's equivalent of weed).

*There's a birthmark on the nape of Greg's neck, however it's normally covered by the collars of his shirts.

*He knows a little bit of Giant's Tongue from his army days, as it's used in some codes.

[devil-doll13]

Sword and Sorcery

(Part 1)

Tw: Violence, Mentions of Death, Harassment

(Abigail belongs to me, Clay belongs to @rottent33th <3)

Me and t33th were shipping these two from the medieval au that was going about a while ago! (Check out the moodboard here). I decided to write a bit for them since the idea was giving me massive brainrot lol

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Clay set down his mug with a sigh, looking around the village tavern. It was a quaint little place, and cozy. A fire from the hearth provided warmth and gentle light, comforting the patrons. They spoke and laughed quietly after a long day’s work, nursing their own drinks. In the corner a bard strummed at his lute, recounting the story of Erik the Red. It had gathered a small crowd of eager listeners who huddled by the fire. Clay himself would have normally been more keen to sit down and enjoy the tale, but there were more pressing matters on his mind right now.

There had been of late a dragon terrorising the kingdom, and the creature had taken the lives of many men sent before him. The king had appointed Clay the sole member of a dragon-slaying party in hopes that he would be able to fell the beast. It was almost certainly because of his reputation in battle; a total twenty-seven of the foul serpents had died by his hand. If only he could make it twenty-eight, but as luck would have it he had run out of clues on where the dragon’s lair would be. Now Clay worried it would emerge again and cause more tragic loss of life.

“Need a refill?” Came a gruff voice behind the counter. He looked up to see the bartender, a hefty and ruddy-faced man, drying out a tankard with a towel.

“Ah…” Clay then realised how tightly knit his brows were, his thoughts darkening his features. “Uh, no thanks. I can’t be staying long.” He took another swig of his mead.

“Got someplace to be?” The bartender asked, an amused twinkle in his eye. Clay thought for a moment. It might be a worthwhile idea to ask this man, for as much as he likely passed around village gossip.

“I’m… Looking for something.” Clay lowered his voice, leaning in. “Something… magical.”

That was not a lie. Dragons were powerful magic users. It was what made them so dangerous to humans. Although what he himself was more interested in was a magical object that could help him find this one, however taboo that might be. He honestly felt he was out of options.

The man’s face fell as he placed down the mug, eyes darting around the room.

“Magical?” He whispered. “You mean… The Witch?” Clay blinked, confused for a moment. He’d never heard of such a woman. But he nodded, wondering if this could be just as useful. “Yes, the Witch… Can you tell me where she lives?”

“I…” The bartender hesitated for a moment. Clay watched as he grew pale, clearly unsettled about something. He wondered for a moment if he’d pushed things too far. Reaching into his satchel, he produced a few gold coins and placed them onto the counter. A bribe. The king had given him plentiful funds for any sort of obstacle he should run into, so it was no question of money.

The man seemed to understand this, licking his lips as he pocketed the gold. “Aye, I believe I can…” he took a deep breath before continuing. “You’ve heard of Witches’ valley?” Clay nodded. It was quite close by, a desolate stretch of land darkened by constant thunderstorms. “South of there, lies Webwood… That be where she lives.”

He shook his head, “It has long been haunted by restless and vengeful spirits. There were many killed there in a battle long ago, you see. We dare not enter for the fear of them, and for fear of her.” Clay frowned as the man seemed to shiver in fear at the thought of this woman, and for a moment felt slightly guilty for asking. At the same time, he did wonder how much fear was warranted. Had there been a history of this Witch cursing the locals?

“Ser, that’s as much as I am willing to say, no amount of gold would be worth the risk of her curses.” Clay nodded in understanding. “That’s fine. Thankyou for your time.”

Finishing off the rest of his beer, he got up and brushed off his crimson dyed cloak. He wore it for a reason; his deeds had made him a famous man, but he had no desire to draw a crowd. Especially not today, I’m not in the mood, He thought.

He’d been halfway out the door when he heard a girl squeal behind him. He immediately turned his head back, and what he saw enraged him. Some drunkard who’d been sitting in a corner had grabbed a hold of a maid’s arm and was slurring out obscene things. The poor girl looked petrified.

Within a single stride Clay had him by the back of the neck, grabbing him by the scruff like a dog. When he saw Clay towering above him, he suddenly looked very sober. From under the hood he made out long locks of fiery hair and a freckled face, darkened with rage. He immediately recognised him.

Clay’s steel gauntlets cut sharply into the man’s wrist, almost hard enough to draw blood. “Let go of her arm, now, or I’ll break yours” He hissed into his ear, blood boiling. The man let out a pained noise and relented, dropping the maid’s wrist. She quickly shuffled away.

“Hey!” Bellowed the bartender from the other end of the tavern, having finally decided to act. “I’ll have none of that, Pete, get out!” Clay shoved him away, lip curling in disgust as he watched Pete cower. He muttered something under his breath and then stumbled drunkenly out of the tavern.

The girl looked up at him in fright, “I thank you, ser!” She squeaked out, and hastily bowed her head. He frowned as he watched her scurry away to the kitchen. He hasn’t meant to scare her too. But as he looked down at himself, he knew it couldn’t be helped. He did try not to show as much outward brutality to innocents, but even his stature was enough to frighten.

With a sigh he made his way out the door himself, looking around to see the drunkard had quickly made himself scarce. Then he saw the familiar white face of Chevy, his trusty mare. She was still tethered to the post outside the tavern where he’d left her.

Walking over to untie her, he felt some sense of relief being by her side again. “Hey, girl.” He cooed softly. Chevy snorted in response, nuzzling his hand. He produced an apple from his pack, and she munched on it happily. He did dote on her, the old girl. Although he had been offered many young stallions to replace her, he wanted no other.

As he watched her enjoying her snack he thought about what he had to do next. Southward lay Witches’ valley where he could see it from the hill. Dark thunder clouds rolled across that expanse of the sky, making it unmistakable. He decided to seek out the Witch, to see if the rumours were true. If she was to help him on his quest he would gladly leave her be. If she be wicked, he would slay her.

“It’s going to be a long journey ahead…” He pulled himself up onto the saddle, patting her neck fondly. A soft caw caught his attention, and Clay looked up to see a raven perched up in the naked branches of a tree. It stared down at him with black beady eyes, then took flight. He watched it ascend and soar over Witches’ valley, as if to be his guide.

(Taglist: @slaasherslut)

[xdivinity]

     𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 :   davina alice claire   ››   witch   ››  danielle campbell  .

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ―   ◜   ❏  . ― the  first  snowfall  spouting  layers  of  ivory ,  lazy  mornings  curled  up  in  black  silk  sheets  with  messy  curls  and  lacy  lingerie ,  she’s made up of silk , blood , and rose water . ―   ◜   ❏  . ―  →

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . . davina alice claire

nicknames . . . . d

age . . . . 18/23

sexuality . . . . heterosexual

date of birth . . . . december 21st

place of birth . . . new orleans , LA

gender . . . . cis woman

pronouns . . . . she + her

current location . . . . beacon hills , CA

languages . . . . english , latin , french .

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

zodiac . . . . sagittarius-capricorn cusp

bad habits . . . . losing her temper

hobbies . . . . painting , coming up with new spells

fears . . . . unknown

other mentionable details . . . . it's important to note that davina currently is missing a part of her soul .

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . . danielle campbell

height . . . . 5'3''

hair color . . . . brown

eye color . . . . green

scars . . . . it's very faint but the bite on her neck when kol killed her .

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

parents names . . . . cordelia claire ( mother / deceased ) + john blackwell ( father / unknown )

parents relationship . . . . unknown with her father since she never met him + horrible with her mother / she was the one that killed her

siblings names . . . . cassie blake , diana meade ( half sisters / unknown ) + the other 3 blackwell children .

pets . . . . n/a

income . . . unknown

residence . . . . davina is staying with hope at a large house

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

davina growing up :

―  Born and raised in NOLA to a mother who was controlling as she was, she only cared about the coven. never paid any attention to davina unless it was beneficial to her. because having davina was not part of her plans.

―  Her father is out of the picture but the coven hated him because he did magic against him and did expression. that’s all she knows about her father.

―  When the coven choose her, davina’s mother was finally proud. For the first time davina saw her smile. But not because of her…But because of the power davina would bring. She never cared about davina living or dying , she only cared about the magic that would fuel the coven.

―  So when the harvest finally came, davina’s excitement and pride of being there turned to fear when they were being killed on sight.  Davina witnessed her three friends, Monique, Abigail, and Cassie all being sacrificed in the ritual, but she was with the powers she gain from all 3 she managed to kill some of the witches ( including her own mother ) when marcel interfered and took her chance.

the rest is history which you can find HERE .  all up until s4 the rest is AU .

― Since coming dying and coming back , davina wasn't brought back completely . as in her soul isnt completely whole ( since the ancestors shredded them when davina died a while back ) so she has these dark impulses moments borderline without much humanity but its somewhat there . her morals being questionable . 

― waking up in beacon hills , it was hope that found her and currently took her in . davina now is simply trying to navigate her new life and is unsure how she even feels about the future hope talked about but she will help her .

[hauntingsoundtracks]

Full Metal Jacket, directed by Stanley Kubrick

Leonard, original soundtrack by Vivian Kubrick (as Abigail Mead)

[ivovynckier]

Abigail Mead's electronic score for "Full Metal Jacket" (Stanley Kubrick).

When the soundtrack was released, everybody wondered who the composer Abigail Mead - a total unknown - was.

And the answer is: Abigail Mead is the pseudonym of Vivian Kubrick, Stanley's daughter.

[lingeringscars]

@obscuras sent 📖 (book: vampire academy by richelle mead) / christian & abigail

"I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought the hats. What do you want to mope about first?" he's heard the rumors, heard the news, heard it all. it's not that he doesn't think she has real problems, not at all. he actually thinks they have a lot in common, but that would require him to be open and vulnerable, and well, that just sounds like hell. "maybe that the world sucks and is unfair? wait, i know, fairytales don't exist and the sugarplum fairy isn't coming to save you."

send 📖 for a starter based off a book line / accepting

[solis-legacy]

It's Prom Day! Rayne went with some of her friends to Thriftea to find a new dress.

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[theborderlandcoalition]

Dreams or memories..

“Do you hope for a girl?” Rosemarri moved from table to table, collecting mugs and abandoned plates to add to the comically growing pile he balanced in his arms. Her sing-song tone tattled her excitement and at once he grinned.

“Today it is a girl we think about, tomorrow a boy. What do you think of the name Lily? Or Abigail?”

The Scarlet Raven tavern was all but empty now, just a few people talking quietly between themselves near the large hearth. Earlier there had been a traveling band that had stopped and the whole place had been filled with music and dancing. A rare pleasure really and after? A mess. Rosemarri was an awkward innkeeper, running the inn like a noble house because that was all she knew and since this was her home now - it worked for them. A least the food was better.

Her laughing stare brought his attention back to what she was saying. The baby!

“We talked about it, dreams and hopes and all that.” He slowed to a stop, and sniffed at one of the tilted mugs. Was that mead? Getting supplies Duskwood was such a chore - let alone alcohol. The bards must of brought it with them - another sniff and he attempted to grip the mug with his teeth and pull it closer. Just a sip.

“Planning is so fun - so you have names picked out for - Oh! No no, do not drink that. You do not know what is in it. Give that to me.”

He had just clamped his teeth down and when she reached up to steal his hard won prize he grunted and turned his head away, and then let it lull back. Perhaps if he could just spill it on himself, he could lick —

“Oh..” This ‘oh’ wasn’t the same disgusted sound and he straightened, mug falling to the ground.

“Alright now?”

“I suppose the baby does not like me wrestling dirty mead mugs from its uncle.” She stood in place, one hand on the wooden railing and the other holding the underside of a very large belly. She was adorable, really. He imagined Samantha would look like that soon enough, hobbling around and finding odd was to pick up somethings the bigger she got.

The urge to go home and crawl into bed with his very pregnant lover was overwhelming and he flashed Rose his best charming grin.

“How about: you settle in, put your feet up and first thing in the morning we’ll get all of this cleaned up? I’ll come help right before patrol.”

“Do not turn that smile on me!” She laughed and then waved him off. “Drop what you have in the kitchen and I will coax that scoundrel of a husband of mine to clean the rest when he gets here..”

“DEAL.” He hurried to dump the dirty dishes in the wash bin and on his way out he paused to tug on one of Rosemarri’s messy curls before heading out the door. Just outside? Chaos, wild and hot. He could smell the sickly scent of fear and heard the screaming that sounded from a thousand miles away. What was happening? What was burning? Smoke stung his eyes and he squinted, tipping his head downward to try and see. He turned back toward the Inn only to find the door shut, they shut? Since when? Rosemarri was in there, she’d be safe as long as the fire didn’t catch. He turned back to survey the town, to get his bearings but where was the fire?

A night watchman spotted him and raced towards where he stood. “MARSHALL. There is a fire..”

“I.. I can see that, where? The embers are falling like rain, we can’t let them catch. The whole town will go up.”

“West, right outside of town. One of the resi – Marshall?”

Bile built in his throat, his eyes glazed over as raw fear gripped him. Held him. It curled in his chest and then dropped to his belly. His legs lead.

“MASHALL - GO..” Araian, Lord Sunshield gripped his arm and shoved him forward. Physically yanking him from the fear that numbed his body. “MAGES —-- the Marshall, I want the fire ---- before Darkshire loses every---- they have left. MARHSALL NO — ”

He was moving, it felt like the road was now mud and the faster he moved the deeper he got. People around him moved so swiftly they were blurs, their faces made no sense. Nothing made sense.

They wouldn’t let him move up the path, physically holding him in place. It made no sense - why send him if he couldn’t help? The fire had to be stopped.

Someone was screaming, they were just yelling Samantha’s name over and over. It made no sense. She is sleeping, stop screaming her name - she is sleeping. She is sleeping. She is sleeping.

Where was his house? That wasn’t his house. His house was a cute cottage with flowers just planted and owls that had moved into the rafter just outside the door. This morning they had a whole talk about the owls being good luck. That wasn’t his house. That was the carcass of a building with magic ice built up along what was once studs and pillars.

She is sleeping. She is dreaming of a wedding and babies.

She is sleeping.

She can’t be dead.

When Burrich wakes, he can smell the fire still. That intimate pain and savage loss is wedged in his belly, lingering there in the wake of the vivid dream