#aurora stantler

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

22. ) do they have bumper stickers on their car? if so, what kind? (bonus points for pictures!)

23. ) do they have bumper stickers on their car? if so, what kind? (bonus points for pictures!)

Aurora does have bumper stickers on her car, she has four:

The bottom two are on her trunk on the right and left sides and the top two are on the lower half of her back windshield.

#23: do they have a comfort movie? book? tv show?

Yes! The comfort movie is Pride and Prejudice (the 2005 version). Comfort book is the Story of King Arthur and his Knights by Howard Pyre. Comfort tv show is Anne with an E.

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

Aurora shrugged at Charlie’s question, eyes half-flitting away from her gaze upon the news article in her hands. The Historian sighed, knowing that the questioning reply was part of the older Creative’s more...difficult and perverse nature. He was in a mood today it seemed, and it only tightened and coiled at her observations and prodding. She made a mental note of that to file away for later use. 

 The Historian read as she thought of a suitable response until it was formed. She finally sighed as she replied, her gaze or attention never wavering from the article, “Well it makes sense. There’s no record of you beyond the whole disappearance case back in ‘39. Those that meet you, they don’t last. And you don’t draw attention to yourself from the outside world. You have no connection to anyone else that’s not a Creative.Your only family you keep hidden away in your Inscape” Aurora’s gaze left the article to pierce Charlie, her brown eyes held an intensity that was only normally found when she was using her Knife, “Ergo, you are a Shadow.”

@wraith-of-christmas-future

“It’s lonely… to be more powerful than any man you know and have to live like a shadow.” (Aurora)

Also it’s good to see you back on my tumblr notifications again.

There had been an auspicious window for her to glimpse, sporadic as it drew back it's curtains from time to time. Allowing the other Strong Creative to perforate his mood. Almost considering her words, hues soft with the ache they may have echoed. Like with all his emotional surges, it waned . Closing up on her before she could deduct the answer she may have wanted from him. The pensive expression would twist into confusion, stricken under a smirk which coiled then shifted taut, conjuring this hardened scowl deliberately being cast just shy of her judgement.

" Is that what you think of me, Miss Stantler ? A shadow ? " He inquired with an unsettling edge. Stridently bit with enunciation. He was rigidly opposed to the idea she insinuated. As if all he had done was for naught. @aurora-stantler-our-historian

[terastalungrad]

For about 10 minutes, a number of Pokémon were spelt incorrectly on Bulbapedia's full list. Then they were spelt correctly again.

Here's a full list of the incorrect spellings, along with Pokédex number and correct spelling.

19

Rat

Rattata

29

Nidoran

Nidoran♀

30

Burned

Nidorina

41

Toothed

Zubat

57

First

Primeape

62

Polyurethane

Poliwrath

77

Pony

Ponyta

82

Magneto

Magneton

84

Dodu

Doduo

85

Lactating

Dodrio

86

rope

Seel

89

In

Muk

95

Onyx

Onix

100

voltorb

Voltorb

118

Ploughing

Goldeen

127

think

Pinsir

128

Bulls

Tauros

141

Finally

Kabutops

161

The center

Sentret

162

oven

Furret

163

hoothoot

Hoothoot

169

He croaks

Crobat

178

shut up

Xatu

193

Do not burn

Yanma

203

giraffe

Girafarig

207

Giggles

Gligar

218

Slum

Slugma

219

Load up

Magcargo

226

keep

Mantine

234

stands

Stantler

239

Eleks

Elekid

251

celebrities

Celebi

259

marshtomp

Marshtomp

262

As Mighty

Mightyena

270

Lottery

Lotad

271

Shadow

Lombre

272

Ludiculous

Ludicolo

283

You bastards

Surskit

290

Ninada

Nincada

304

to

Aron

307

Meditate

Meditite

312

My

Minun

313

Vol beat

Volbeat

322

give name

Numel

324

Torcoal

Torkoal

326

Grumpy

Grumpig

329

Vibrata

Vibrava

334

Altars

Altaria

335

All of them

Zangoose

348

armaldo

Armaldo

361

They snore

Snorunt

363

Sphere

Spheal

371

Wagon

Bagon

375

Methane

Metang

378

Royal

Regice

380

Broads

Latias

400

Come on

Bibarel

406

Budow

Budew

407

Rosed

Roserade

408

Cranids

Cranidos

454

Toxic

Toxicroak

461

We heard

Weavile

464

Faster

Rhyperior

467

magmortar

Magmortar

484

Rewards

Palkia

486

Regulates

Regigigas

489

Phion

Phione

498

Bank

Tepig

504

Square

Patrat

509

I purred

Purrloin

511

Grooming

Pansage

512

We are sage

Simisage

314

Sorry

Simisear

525

Bolder

Boldore

529

Drill cage

Drilbur

531

Cloth

Audino

532

Timber

Timburr

537

Seismic rooms

Seismitoad

548

Petyl

Petilil

549

Lilling

Lilligant

551

We are still

Sandile

552

Crocs

Krokorok

553

To the crocodile

Krookodile

566

Arken

Archen

570

Floor

Zorua

588

Karrablas

Karrablast

594

He smiled

Alomamola

595

From Jolti

Joltik

604

Elektross

Eelektross

605

I'll go

Elgyem

606

Let's be

Beheeyem

629

vullaby

Vullaby

654

Braxen

Braixen

675

On the cart

Pangoro

680

Doubling

Doublade

683

He smelled it

Armoatisse

687

The teacher

Malamar

688

Binnacle

Binacle

690

Scrape

Skrelp

696

Tyrant

Tyrunt

697

A tyrant

Tyrantrum

698

Amura

Amaura

699

Aurora

Aurorus

702

Dead

Dedenne

720

Contact

Hoopa

725

Lit

Litten

738

He was quarrelsome

Vikavolt

754

Lurant

Lurantis

757

Salads

Salandit

760

Claim

Bewear

763

Remembrance

Tsareena

771

Bag

Pyukumuku

774

Miniature

Minior

780

Dramp

Drampa

781

Dhelmis

Dhelmise

784

Come on

Kommo-o

785

Sacred Heart

Tapu Koko

786

Holy Flying

Tapu Lele

788

Kill Finn

Tapu Fini

795

Pheromone

Pheromosa

798

Can

Kartana

800

Necrosma

Necrozma

803

Football

Poipole

807

Zero

Zeraora

821

Rook idea

Rookidee

845

They cry

Cramorant

852

Cobpopus

Clobbopus

854

to believe

Sinistea

857

Hat strap

Hattrem

858

The hatters

Hatterene

862

Obstagon

Obstagoon

872

A dream

Snom

880

He dracozoled

Dracozolt

881

He frowned

Arcozolt

886

Draklos

Drakloak

890

Eternal

Eternatus

891

Big

Kubfu

906

Sprigatite

Sprigatito

914

Anyhow

Quaquaval

916

Oncological

Oinkologne

921

Pawmy

Pawmi

923

Paw motor

Pawmot

929

Doll life

Dolliv

930

tree

Arboliva

933

nacl stack

Naclstack

942

Maship

Masschiff

945

Counts

Grafaiai

957

Tinting

Tinkatink

963

Fizen

Finizen

970

Glimmer

Glimmora

973

flaming

Flamigo

976

Come on

Veluza

977

Dose

Dondozo

983

Speaking

Kingambit

986

Brute Beanie

Brute Bonnet

993

Iron Throat

Iron Jugulis

1016

Let me go

Fezandipiti

[professor-amaryllis]

Hi, can I ask 2 questions about the tagged pokemon thing? I don't really know a lot about the conservation and research field.

1. What is the best way to tell if a pokemon is tagged beforehand?

2. What should you do if a tagged pokemon starts following you? Asking because that is how I got my vulpix and I figure it must happen sometimes.

Sincerely, Aurora (@unown-history)

Yes! i love when people ask questions, it's always better to be informed. Plus i suppose answering questions IS a part of my job as a professor :)

So, on smaller pokemon, we try to use Collar GPS tags when possible. It's the least invasive sort of tag and the easiest for humans to spot as well! These are usually Black, White, or Orange depending on what we feel will be most visible (or honestly what we have sometimes, funding isn't always the best.) Here's a stantler that we caught on a trail cam just outside the city:

For Bigger where collars arent really possible pokemon we Usually do ear or spike tags, these pierce all the way through and are secured on either side, Brokehorn has one of these in his ear, though it was obscured in the photo. they work like this :

They're usually paired with regular plastic tags to make them more visible but we know that's not always enough, wich is why it's only illegal to not immediately release a tagged pokemon rather than to catch one in the first place.

Tiny pokemon who can't wear the collars is where it's harder to finagle. We basically just tape them on with brightly colored, pokemon safe tape, and usually mark another spot with the tape as well. These types of tags need changed more often though so it is a pain (and you loose more of them...)

For your second question! If a Tagged pokemon starts following you, report it to a local ranger! Theres a good chance that if the pokemon is deemed too human socialized it'll be removed from the tag program, and possibly pulled from the wild if it seems like it could be a threat to people. If this happens anf you're interested in them as a partner, talk to a local ranger and they should be able to guide your next steps.

[first-born-to-his-name]

“it’s self-defence, clearly, right? ”  -Aurora Stantler

There had been an disabled sound emitting from the back of his throat, one partially resembling amusement which identified out across his features dismally, and would have drawn in unison. Perhaps it would have grew into a chuckle, if not snuffed out before it began, loitering it's spall from agreeable crevices he uttered abroad articulation.

" .. clearly. " His grin equally conniving beyond a gaze alienated from the presently opposed. As if revisiting every gruesome blow delivered on the now rotting corpse staged beneath floor boards.

" Do you doubt me ? " He fished forward ominously. Hues took draft in ascending to greet her own. To analyze her answers , her demeanor, whether built with conviction or the absence there of. Eager for the slightest slip to build on.

@aurora-stantler-our-historian

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

Is this not Vic holding Aurora back in our Ghosts of Christmas Past thread?

im full of rage and dangerously stupid but god is holding me back by the scruff of my neck like a kitten

[millie-manx-the-nutcracker]

ᙎᖾᥲt ᖴꙆᥲʋoɾ ɩ⳽ Ƴoᥙɾ ᔑoꙆᥱ?

Tagged By: No one. I took it from @aurora-stantler-our-historian​

Tagging: Anyone that wants to do this

[variationalpokemonbreeder]

The Battle Rages

 There was little that the farmer could do to intervene with the battle. Having only just arrived on the scene, and not being equipped to deal with what was undoubtedly an incredibly powerful Pokemon; the best that she could do was try to draw her Stantler away from battle. This, however, proved to be difficult. Sound based commands were drowned out by voice of the surrounding winds. Her whistles, snaps, and tongue clicks went completely unheard by her Pokemon. No matter how loud she attempted to get, so long as the Stantler was facing the wind; they would be rendered deaf by the howling of the air against their ears. Beyond these attempts, the best that the woman could do was try to position herself somewhere in her Stantler’s field of vision.

 This would be a dangerous tactic, but seeing as she did not have their Pokeball at hand, it was her quickest option. Or at least that was how her mind tended to sort through the logic. The idea of trying to run back home to retrieve the needed Pokeball never really crossed her mind. She was more intent on keeping watch over the situation, and trying to find a means of putting the fight to a stop before any legitimate damage could be done to her Pokemon, or her property. Unfortunately for her, there would be no luck in getting the issue resolved quickly and without further chaos. The appearance of her most powerful Pokemon companion - an entity which had become incredibly protective of her and her home over the years - only accelerated the drama of the situation.

 At least a battle between a Pokemon God, and a regular Pokemon, would be bound to have a short lifespan. A battle between two Pokemon Gods, however, would not end anywhere near as quickly. And the damage caused by it would be far more catastrophic to the surrounding area. But again; no sound that she could make would reach the ears of the entities which had rushed here to defend their territory. Or, was is that the Stantler was just defending his territory, as he was the head stag of the place; and the Darkrai was merely out to defend her now that she had arrived on the scene? Clearly the lord of nightmares aught to have been able to arrive here first, had he genuinely had some sort of beef with the wild Suicune. He must have arrived specifically to keep her out of the line of fire.

 A genuinely heartfelt sentiment; but it did nothing to quell the chaos of the moment. Nor did it help to ease her anxiety, as she watched the Pokemon violently lash out at one another. Suicune and Spooks would charge one-another head on, and lock their horns together in a serious headbutting match. The force of their skulls colliding send legitimate shockwaves rolling through the surrounding air, leaving gashes in the earth nearest to them. Meanwhile, the Darkrai went about the business of dealing with those rolling shockwaves before they could do major damage to anything beyond the ground. Disable proved to be an effective move where dealing with aftermath of these violent headbutts was concerned. It helped to keep the damage caused by the fight to a small area.

It also gave the farmer a chance to try and sort through her options for dealing with this issue. Her work bag contained the answers. Not the weighted pack which she wore to prevent herself to be thrown about by the wind; but the bag of supplies that she kept at hand any and every time she stepped out of her home. Rummaging through was an incredible challenge, given the way that the wind attempted to yank pretty much any item out of her hands. A lack of shelter left her out in the open as she dug through her supplies. At best, she could hope that the Darkrai’s speed would allow him to cancel out any effects of a rolling shockwave before it could hit her. In the handful of minutes that it took her to find her desired items; the battle had managed to grow more violent than it had been prior.

 What had been a violent but simple headbutting match, had become very clear attempts at beating rivals into the ground. Suicune and Spooks would smash their heads together, and then they would shove; whoever backed off first would then be met with a blindsiding attack when an opening arrived. Spooks would rear up, and before the Suicune could move away, sharpened bone plated hooves would be brought down onto their head and neck. Stomp was a brutal move in its own right, and it had been made all the more effective when it was used by the Ghost type variant discovered the power of their exposed bones. Despite the gory bludgeoning that the Suicune would endure whenever they failed to escape the incoming stomp, the Pokemon proved to be no pushover in battle.

 If anything, they proved to be as smart as the legends had stated. The Deity would rely upon the use of their Aurora Beam to slow the Stantler’s movements, as well as to reduce the power of their attacks. Nightmare had taken the brunt of at least one of those ice-type attacks, putting him in a more chaotic state. His fear of water extended to ice, as it left his body chilled and wet. It would only be a matter of time before the situation grew to hectic to be contained to this one area. The farmer worked against the clock, piecing together her only legitimate means of engaging in this battle. Unable to give voice commands, and visually being ignored by the nearby Pokemon; her best bet was a cruel cheating tactic. Every now and again, she came across an aggressive wild Pokemon which would put every ounce of their effort into trying to run her, or one of her companions down.

 This was her means of dealing with the situation, without having to resort to engaging in a legitimate Pokemon battle. A tranquilizer gun. Something that she was allowed to carry, due to her involvement with the Pokemon Rangers and her training in the Pokemon Medical field. If she couldn’t call her Pokemon away from the fight, then she would just have to stop it herself. It was all a matter of pulling the trigger once she had managed to get a lock on the enraged God that had appeared on her property.

[victoriafreakingmcqueen]

Vic had a lot of patience when it came to most situations. She didn't always have the best poker face, but when push came to shove, she could swallow it down and deal. Which is why she took a long swallow straight from the Jack Daniel's bottle before turning around to address the gathered nutjobs that made the three residing Strong Creatives in the room and the shit storm they'd created.

Because Charlie Manx's question was a loaded gun.

Vic looked at Aurora for a moment, lost on who was the best storyteller here right now. Which one of them was gonna eat the muzzle of the gun and which one actually knew where to aim it. Vic took a breath and decided she'd take on the role.

Vic moved to sit on the coffee table across from Charlie, taking his empty glass to fill it again and handed it back to him. "We're both gonna need this." She muttered and waved Aurora over.

"That was Lou, he's my boyfriend. The 'cute kid', he's mine. His name's Wayne McQueen," she watched his face for any recognition. "And Charlie...it's gonna be hard to explain but uh..." Vic swallowed, looked lost for words for a second. Blinked up at the man across from her for a second. "I know an older version of you, a much older version. And uh...we don't get along so swell, him and me. I guess this is my roundabout way of saying, ya ain't done shit...not yet." She gave a confused laugh of her own, looking stricken for a second and then took another swallow straight from the bottle in front of both of them.

Vic winced and set the bottle down on the table.

@aurora-stantler-our-historian @wraith-of-christmas-future

Ghosts of Christmas Past

Christmas music was an alien thing in the McQueen/Carmody household. But for once it wasn’t being played due to the appearance of a mad man in their lives. 

No, in fact, there was a twinkling little Christmas tree all fresh and merry in their living room. The lights were wrapped funny and crooked, the tinsel was a half hazard mess. The ornaments ranged from power rangers to glass blown Harley’s. It was a miss match of nerdy quirks and shop worthy pieces, but it was uniquely there’s. There was only one ornament missing. 

“Dude,” Lou said a little confused. “Isn’t that like, you know, walking over the guys grave?” 

Vic McQueen stared at the Spirit of Ecstasy dangling from her fingers. She wrapped silver wire in intricate patterns around her waist and wing like arms. For some reason, she hadn’t had the heart to drill a hole in her for a proper hook. 

“Part of our lives, right?” She asked finally, finding a spot for it on the tree, nestled amidst a few colored lights. “Not like he can hurt us now.”

For whatever reason, while they watched the Wraith destroyed shortly after Charlie Manx had been found in Haverhill, the hood ornament had popped off and gone skittering across the ground. The small group had backed away from it like the thing was cursed. All except Vic, who approached the silver girl and pocketed without second thought. 

It had always felt warm in Vic’s hands, no matter how long she’d put it down or how cold it was in the house. She spent a lot of time tracing the ladies face and the upsweep of her arms. Not something she’d ever admit to Lou, and definitely not to Maggie. 

So when they decided to finally allow Christmas into the house, Vic felt it deserved an odd place of honor. But if felt oddly like more. 

“Think of it like a trophy for vanquished evil,” Vic told her boyfriend to try and put him at ease. 

Lou seemed to think about it. “Like Batman having the huge penny in the batcave?”

Vic smiled and kissed him. “Yeah, exactly like the penny.”

That night, after Lou and Wayne went to sleep though, Vic found herself sitting on the living room couch. The lights from the Christmas tree lighting up the Spirit of Ecstasy in her hands. 

@wraith-of-christmas-future @aurora-stantler-our-historian

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

Pacing the minor pause in his demeanor whilst subjecting a glance toward the commotion which was gradually beginning to expire. The leer he caught himself committing easily churned into one excluding approval.

" Well... you can rest assured I had nothing to do with that tragedy. " Siphoned through guided restraint and dissected into a thinner layer of indifference. [ You know me.. still slow, unfortunately. <3 ]

Aurora didn't say anything in response. Her gaze was still fixated on the people writhing on the floor from the previous commotion. Gingerly, she sidestepped out of the way of the mess, her curls, up in a ponytail, bounced against her oversized denim shirt. Caution had been thrown to the wind earlier that night, a small smattering of blood spatter visible on the collar of her shirt; another careless mistake.

Her small silver hoops and necklace caught the glint of the street lamps as she finally turned to face Charlie, the mask of indifference present on her face as she finally answered, "What tragedy? I don't see one."

@wraith-of-christmas-future

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

repost and fill in the words you most associate with your character !!

Charles Talent Manx the III

ANIMAL : Wolf

COLOUR :  Black is the colour of laughter

MONTH :  December with a splash of July.

SONG : I hold a whole playlist of 30 + songs that remind me of Charlie. Or the tango between Charlie and The Brat. But I will go with one I've recently added. It holds a whimsical darkness to it and fits several threads within the Ruins of Christmasland verse, fitting of Victoria's artist background : The Details in the Devil - JT Music

NUMBER : 38

DAY OR NIGHT : Definitely more of a night person.

PLANT : Asphodel, though sweetly intoxicant in smell.. the symbolism is often associative with death, underworld , mourning. If not rooted within mythos ; an immortal flower said to grow in the Elysian fields.

SMELL : Pine and leather with an ounce of cinnamon.

SEASON : Winter

FOOD :  Lamb or Christmas ham. Though a metaphor toward what he and his children actually supply.

DRINK :  Hot Cocoa

ELEMENT : Water believe it or not , which transfigures to frost in the long run of his wintry attachments. Among an extrasensory perception to the mind's court of elements.

tagged by : No one, I stoles it. I am sneak thief.

tagging : @coristories [ You know who ;) ] , @aurora-stantler-our-historian , @manxd , @spider-self , @astridnorddottir -- anyone else who wishes to give it a whirl.

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

Aurora waited until the man was seated across from her before she raised her gaze half up from her Scrapbook. She took a moment to study him, hazel orbs roaming his face and further down until the table hid the rest of him.

“I suppose it is,” Aurora said, moving one arm to prop her chin.

“My book is about everything and nothing. It’s like putting the world or a person under a microscope,” she lowered the book so he could see an old article over cars and a nameless rich guy she already forgot the name of, layered with an all too realistic, albeit fuzzy, polaroid of a man. In her handwriting, C. Manx, was written on the white of the Polaroid. On the other page, there was a delipadated article about an asylum that had been closed and abandoned, the article itself was illegible in some places where the words had faded but in fine black ink, Aurora had gone over the words carefully, in order to somewhat repair the article so it could be readable. After a moment, she closed the book, setting it aside and her other free hand flitted to the cover of her book, not willing to completely let go of it.

A beat then, “Aurora,” The Historian said, giving the stranger across from her, her name.

“So buy me a drink?” Aurora ventured, her voice and tone on the edge of flirting.

@heirloom-of-the-insane​​

“ you gonna talk to me or not? ”  Aurora said, not wasting a beat as she spoke, not looking up from her Scrapbook as she continued to feel the man’s eyes on her like she had been for the last ten minutes from her spot in the diner.

      Johnny simply constricted his mouth into deeply settling a frown. Darkening hues never wavered from her nor the book she held, though his stare only seemed to register supplementary intent once acknowledged. Yielding draw of excitement peeled up at the finer corners, suppressing a grin eager with childlike intent. He often visited the place to mark out his hunts, today had  been no different. Yet this woman pulled at his attention span quite inquisitively, moderately diverse than his normal impulses.

He took her concession as a full invitation, quick to his feet and sliding into her booth’s seat in front of her. Honeydew hues never quite left her, though they drifted more so on the book she held. “  Must be an interestin’ read , “ it craned more of a statement than a question. Simpering with a full blown grin too grand to veil.

       “ Whats’it ‘bout ? “ The additional cracked intrusively. As did his gaze, partially craned to take a peek.

@aurora-stantler-our-historian

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

A distinct delay conducted this uncertain hum from him. Tiers briefly twitched as if he were to say something then, but he had veered his sights elsewhere in means of distracting himself from the tumbling start, a petulant murmur raided in suit of temporarily pursing lips. Still this uneasiness pulsed over within his mind. An unchecked urgency plaguing him to ask. Once a hand graced the door frame of the Wraith it was as if she provided unto him that additional confidence needed to explain.

He contemplatively broke forward a rift between their silence, ❝  have you ever had something…missing?  Like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞

Though his expression worn bore a pain he often dismissed and had done so currently -- while it fractured out into the open it could have easily been distinguished onto perturbation. One cleverly veiled with an impassive mask of curiosity nipping at it's heels.

Aurora, for all her drivel of trying to be impassive towards Charlie anytime she was with him in a poorly disguised attempt to keep her moral compass from skewing away from her beliefs (really it was deteriorating whether she wanted to admit it or not, albeit slowly even with using her Knife), it most certainly didn't work this time; especially when his actions entrapped her far quicker than his words.

The Historian studied the much older Strong Creative as he seemed to grapple with words; a first for him really. Never in the months previous she had known him, had Charlie Manx ever been...not so eloquent at putting together what he wanted to say.

Then the question that was proffered to her, along with the painful expression that followed. A startled expression jumped across Aurora's face, causing her hazel orbs to widen in shock before she quickly schooled her features into one of contemplativeness.

"I-I-I-I-" She stuttered, not quite sure of what to say in response to Charlie's question, a hand went up to tug on a stray curl before touching her Scrapbook as a way to ground herself.

The Historian took in a breath before trying again, shifting on her boot-clad feet nervously as she began again, "I think that everyone has thought that at one point in time or another," she paused, taking a hesitant few steps forward and gingerly laid her left hand, adorned with one ring on Charlie's shoulder, "I felt that way before. Like something was missing before I found my Knife. There are times I still have that feeling creep up inside me. Charlie, it means you're human to feel that way. "

@wraith-of-christmas-future

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

Officially back , y'all. 'Bout to get seasonal up in this bitch. To those I owe : @vyrulent @coristories ( Both Millie and Vic I'm aiming for soon ) @aurora-stantler-our-historian @spider-self ( I can't seem to find the draft. Let me know if you wish to start something new ? )

@millie-manx-the-nutcracker

If we had something in the past and you don't see your blog on the list. Let me know, I'm sure we can cook up something new. Or, if we haven't interacted yet , feel free to send something ? Or tag me in something. I'm down for just about anything. Probably will aim to play more of the turned kids too in this triumphant return. In dream like sequences or whatever else we may traverse down. ;)

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

What Gentle Form of Affection Are You?

Tagged By: @wraith-of-christmas-future​

Tagging: @victoriafreakingmcqueen​

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

❛ I've never had anything good happen to me when I trusted others. ❜ He had been adamant in nature, staging his tone with her to be curt. Yet beneath it's composure laid his fracture; a hint in demeanor parallel to the ruse upkept.

That he favored her company, her opinions whenever he could obtain them. More often than what he led on, when taking her defense into consideration. Her voice of reason surprisingly making indentations upon his cognitive wall.

Aurora snapped her head up from the book she had been reading, placed in her skirt-clad lap, at Charlie's words of admission to her.

Her hazel doe-eyes were soft as she looked at Charlie, "I know," she replied quietly, her voice ringing out like a crystalline bell in the quiet space between them. The Historian knew very well what the older Creative had gone through thanks to her Scrapbook and their rather rocky first meeting.

One of her hands left the pages of her book, A Midsummer Night's Dream and she tentatively brushed a finger against Charlie's hand before she entwined her index finger around his own, "I'm sorry that you've been through hell and back before but you can trust me."

Aurora let out a small sigh, "Besides, not like you can get rid of me that easy Charles. I'm here to stay. Maybe I'll break the cycle of bad things happening to you. Who knows?"

She untangled her finger from Charlie's own before returning to her book.

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