#dude you cannot be drinking strange beverages

[miss-americanbi]

aw hell naw they got daemon seeing the hatman up in this bitch

[the-strawzish-clownfish]

Oh, you wanted me to hit you with some? Bet. Do all of them Strawberry

YOBI I LEGIT JUST ASKED SOMEONE THE SAME THING

YOU’RE OMNISCIENT I SWEAR

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

I have never considered that before now but thanks for that

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

3 probably, I’m not really scared of the dark most of the time (unless it’s literally pitch black), but every once in a while i get really unnerved bc i get rlly paranoid

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Satan

4. What is your favorite word?

“faith” bc my faith and bc synesthesia

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

uhhh flowering cherry bc at my old house my brothers and I each had a tree that my dad planted for us when we were each born and mine was a flowering cherry

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

I looked in the mirror this morning?

7. What shirt are you wearing?

coral pink bubba gump shrimp co. t shirt

8. What do you label yourself as?

child of God, daughter of Sappho

9. Bright room or dark room?

bright if we’re talking natural light being let in through my windows, dark if we’re talking just normally bc rlly bright lights mess w my sensory issues

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

talking to you yobi

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

this age, I’m a firm believer in that things will always get better, even if only one small thing does improve, when i think back on past years i get anxious and nostalgia isn’t good for me

12. Who told you they loved you last?

@toomanyfanfics that one

13. Your worst enemy?

my mental health tbh

14. What is your current desktop picture?

15. Do you like someone?

never experienced romantic attraction, i used to have a plush (qp crush) on one of my best irl friends tho (@ blob have fun with this fact)

16. The last song you listened to?

I am listening to Echosmith’s Cool Kids as I am writing this, before that I was listening to Girls by Marina and the Diamonds, which is a hilarious song i 11/10 recommend

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

myself, I’m not s*icidal but I’m not killing someone else

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

whoever the person who decided Teen Vogue should endorse child pornography was

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

me, I would make myself do actual work for once

20. What is your best physical attribute?

my eyes, i just like them. fun fact this one kid i used to be kinda good friends with was talking with me on snapchat once (bc we did that a lot, back when i had snapchat) and i don’t remember how we got into this but he ended up describing my eyes really weirdly? it was really deep and got kinda strange? it was like a movie scene but via text message and then in the middle of it he was like “wtf am i doing” and i will always remember that (dude if you are for some reason reading this then idek what to say man. sorry). anyone who knows me irl (@ you blob) can take a guess as to who this is

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

idk the answer to either of those questions tbh

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

idek man sorry

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

weed, like i’m genuinely terrified of being in its presence (never been in its presence before), i’ve had nightmares about it

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

EVERY TIME I GO TO SUBWAY I GET THE SAME THING. BUFFALO CHICKEN, RANCH, AND CHEESE ON ITALIAN HERBS AND CHEESE TOASTED. I WOULD REPLICATE THAT

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

go to Atlanta and find a homeless person and buy them some clothes and food and some blankets

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

CANADA

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

first of all why is an angel giving me unlimited alcohol that’s just kinda strange second of all i am a MINOR i am not legally ALLOWED however i will probably just take whatever and give it to some people, someone will like it

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 

be kind and do good where you can and if someone wrongs you forgive them

29. What is your favorite expletive?

as;ldkfjasdkgaj;lsdf

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

my cactus!! she is v important to me

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

the first thing that comes to mind was really traumatic for me, but it’s what brought me as close as i am to God now so idk that i would get rid of it. idrk man, it really sucked but i’m glad that I’m so much closer to God now

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a [redacted bc even though this is a hypothetical i absolutely would never do this and refuse to acknowledge it even in a hypothetical situation]. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

….Canada?

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

idk, peeps are in heaven now and i don’t really wanna take that away from them

34. What was your last dream about?

ask God not me

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

no

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

not really, however i have had several surgeries (all on my mouth) so i was in the hospital for those

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

I have built a real, genuine snowman once in my life, and the only proof is a picture i have bc i was so little i can’t even remember it. it doesn’t snow in georgia

38. What is the color of your socks?

ain’t wearing em, however most of mine are gray with some colorful bits

39. What type of music do you like?

I have an eclectic mix of favorites.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunrises all the way, the afternoon and evening make me anxious but nighttime and dawn and early morning are the best times

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

vanilla bitch

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

UGA i guess bc it’s ga and that’s a safe answer, i don’t really follow sports (i watch baseball sometimes though)

43. Do you have any scars?

oh i’m covered in tiny ones, the most notable being one on my thigh that was on my knee when i first noticed it. to this day i do not know how i got it

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

gay

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

i wanna be better about lying

46. Are you reliable?

heh depends, when it comes to knowing random things or being stupid, yes, but when it comes to remembering things, such as dates and times and things? absolutely not

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Has it gotten easier?

48. Do you hold grudges?

yes and no

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

a whelk and a quetzalcoatlus, no i do not accept constructive criticism

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

i once spent hours talking to myself about if it is possible for a perfectly fair coin to exist outside of theory

51. Are you a good liar?

I like to think so

52. How long could you go without talking?

Oh I could go a looooooooooooooong time, however i do have my chatterbox days and i am known for not shutting up so it’s really a tossup on that one

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

when i was 3 my mom put blonde highlights in my hair and it was absolutely absurd

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

i cannot bake to save my life, however i have made my father cheesecakes for his birthday and they turned out okay so idk

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

sco-ish

56. What do you like on your toast?

a crap ton of butter

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

dude in a graduation cap

58. What would be you dream car?

idk whatever’s cheap and works

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

uhhh not really no

60. Do you believe in aliens?

i mean i don’t think we’re the only life in the entire universe, so yeah (and also they’ve found traces of ancient bacteria on Mars so if you don’t believe then who are you kidding)

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

occasionally, i don’t believe in astrology but it’s at least somewhat accurate a lot of the time and i like to freak myself out

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

you’d think i’d have an answer for this, however i have never thought about this before. so e ig

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

if your answer to this is dinosaurs then get out of my house

64. What do you think about babies?

they’re good at shrieking, and for that i admire them

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

i am not interesting

[sunsetscurving]

CHASING STARS

Ch. 7

ao3 link

In a world where reincarnation is common and expected, people stopped to care for a reason or how many times they already lived – they have no memory of their past life anymore.

But Lucas Lallemant can feel that this isn’t his first life, some shreds of his former life still present in his new one. He has this feeling that something from his past life tied him so much to it that he has to find it again in his new life.

Something. Or someone.

“Do you trust me?”

Lucas held the helmet in his hands, looking at Eliott who was eyeing Lucas’ bike skeptically.

“I’m not sure, to be honest…”

“I won’t drive into a pole this time, I promise”, said Lucas with a laugh, pressing a second helmet into Eliott’s hand and swinging one leg over the machine, shifting into the seat so that Eliott could take place behind him. They wanted to go to a coffee in Eliott’s neighborhood and since Lucas came with his bike, it was only logical that he would take Eliott with him.

“How are you so sure about that?”, said Eliott now, looking at the helmet in his hands while turning it around several times as if some secret was hidden in it.

Because the pretty boy on the balcony who distracted me will sit behind me now.

Lucas bit his lip, stopping his stupid self from spilling those words out for everyone to hear them. It was embarrassing enough that only Eliott’s appearance made him lose control over his bike.

“I’m usually a good driver”, said Lucas now, satisfied with this answer.

“It didn’t look like that to me.”

How dares he!?

Lucas’ inner protest could apparently be seen on his face now since Eliott’s lips turned into a smirk while he was slowly stepping closer to Lucas, his gaze wandering over his whole body.

Is he fucking checking me out?

For once, he was glad to own a bike with which he apparently looked hot, according to his friends.

Lucas was now tilting his head to one side, challenging Eliott with that look while slowly putting on the helmet. A smirk appeared on Lucas’ face now too, an idea forming in his head with which he surely would get Eliott onto his bike.

“Or…”, started Lucas slowly, “Are you just… afraid?”

“Me? Afraid?” Eliott’s voice was higher pitched now with offence, raising his eyebrows instantly, “I’m not afraid.”

“You are. Or you don’t want to be close to me. I cannot think of other reasons why you wouldn’t drive with me.”

Lucas wanted to take back these words in the moment he said them. He slapped himself imaginary, once, twice. He couldn’t make it more obvious now why he was so eager to drive with Eliott, to take him for a ride on his bike.

Or you don’t want to be close to me. Wow, fucking congratulations, Lucas.

Eliott was staring into Lucas’ eyes now, the only thing visible from his face with the helmet on. Lucas was glad that Eliott couldn’t see his blushing cheeks, the embarrassment written all over his face this way. He acted like a love-drunk idiot and he hated himself for that. The only thing left now would be some drooling over the intense stare with which Eliott looked at Lucas now. But something in Eliott had changed as Lucas said these awkward words, some stubbornness could be seen on the other boy’s face and before Lucas could desperately think of something to say to smoothen the rising tension, Eliott suddenly put on his helmet, sitting down behind Lucas in a flowing motion.

Lucas heart was starting to beat faster, again, as Eliott slowly wrapped his arms around Lucas’ waist, shifting closer to Lucas and holding onto him tightly as if his life depended on it.

Don’t interpret too much in it. He’s mainly afraid that you could kill him.

“Are you happy now, biker boy?”, said Eliott with his voice being near to Lucas’ face.

And Lucas was smiling, his mouth covered by his helmet. He started to motor, turning his head a little to the side to be closer to Eliott this way.

“Very.”

And with a howl of his bike, he took off, Eliott clinging onto him.

This is going to be a good afternoon.

.

“So, what would you like to have? I’m inviting you.”

“No, Eliott, I don’t—”

Eliott lifted a hand and stopped Lucas’ uprising protest through that, Lucas pressing his lips together in an effort not to say something nevertheless.

“I asked you out for this date and that’s why I’m also paying for it.”

Date, date, date.

He was really having a date with the hottest dude on college. Lucas smiled slightly to himself, thinking about all the jealous girls and boys who would change places with him in a heartbeat now. But this was his moment, his date, his little hours of joy.

“If you insist…”

“I do”, said Eliott while flashing Lucas that beautiful smile which made Lucas’ knees kind of weak.

Eliott was holding the door open for Lucas and Lucas smiled at him, slightly blushing at how much of a gentleman Eliott was. The others only thought of him as weird because they didn’t know about him. And everything which was unknown to the human beings was weird.

Lucas was scanning the card, already knowing exactly what he wanted. But before he could open his mouth, his mind started to think. If he would order his usual drink, Eliott would maybe think of him as some kind of child. No, Lucas wanted to look grown-up and mature and so he would just take the most disgusting thing ever – a big black coffee. The fucking things he did for Eliott.

“I’ll take—”

“A big hot chocolate with cream and cinnamon on top of it.”

Lucas slowly turned his head to Eliott, staring at him with widened eyes.

Are you fucking kidding me, bro?

Eliott was still looking at the card, slightly chewing at his lips while doing so. It seemed like he said all of this without even really noticing and Lucas…

Lucas was shocked.

“How… How do you know this?”, stuttered Lucas. He never told him about his big weakness for hot chocolate with cream and a pinch of cinnamon on it, he never told him that he was disgusted by coffee.

“What—”

Eliott was now turning his head towards Lucas and he froze as he suddenly seemed to realize what he just said. What Lucas just said.

“How do you know that I would like to have this exact drink? I never told you about it.”

Lucas saw some kind of panic flashing over Eliott’s face, the other one trying to hide his emotion immediately. But Lucas saw it and he wouldn’t unseen it.

“I – I don’t know, you just seemed like the hot chocolate kind of guy to me.”

Eliott was rubbing the back of his neck like he did when he asked Lucas out for this date, apparently being nervous. Lucas was still confused, now even more. This was definitely the worst excuse he’s ever heard.

“I’ll go and order for us, okay? You can already find a table for us”, Eliott said with a quick smile while nearly fleeing from Lucas. Lucas still couldn’t believe that Eliott just guessed his preferred drink and he squinted after Eliott, his mind working hard on finding a solution for all of this.

Maybe Yann was right.

Maybe Eliott really was a mystery after all.

.

“So, how is it to be the son of a famous politician?”

Lucas rolled as his eyes at this typical question and laughed, taking a sip from his hot chocolate while Eliott was watching him the whole time. He got himself a big cup of coffee and Lucas still couldn’t understand how people could drink this beverage of a devil.

“It has its benefits, to be honest.”

“Such as…”

“Such as the big parties and the alcohol for free.”

Eliott snorted at this, looking into the cup of his coffee and Lucas smirked, enjoying the view he had.

“What about you, Eliott? A lot of things are being told about you…”

“Such as…?”

Eliott raised his eyebrows and Lucas chuckled quietly.

“I’ve heard that you’ve been on this college for over 10 years. I’ve heard that people think you are actually a murderer.”

Eliott looked at him with wide eyes, not quite believing what Lucas just told him. And Lucas laughed because he couldn’t believe all of that shit either. But if he could tell Yann and the others about this conversation, about the truth of it all, maybe they would finally accept that fact that Lucas was slowly but surely falling for that boy in front of him.

“Yeah, I know, it’s ridicu—”

“Well, maybe the people are right.”

Lucas froze midsentence frowned. Eliott was leaning forward now, his breath already grazing Lucas’ cheek while looking straight into his eyes, being close to Lucas’ own face now.

“Maybe I’m a murderer and I just want to seduce you so that killing you will be even easier.”

“You’re doing a great job in seducing me”, said Lucas quietly, his voice sounding strange in his own ears and he couldn’t actually believe what he just said. The moment where he wanted to slap him and again and again was here again.

Eliott took Lucas’ answer with a grinning face, reaching out and taking a strand of Lucas’ hair in his fingers, watching the mess which was Lucas’ hair as if it was something special.

“You’re not like everyone, Lucas Lallemant”, said Eliott quietly and his gaze shifted to Lucas’ eyes now. Lucas was sure that Eliott could hear his beating heart and he was also sure that Eliott knew what he did to him.

What a little fucker he is. Taking advantage of young, lovesick boys like this.

“Can I take this as a compliment?”, asked Lucas quietly, not daring to shift in his seat or the move at all because he was afraid that Eliott would stop touching him then.

God, what the fuck is wrong with you, Lucas. You’ve never been lovestruck.

But he never met a person like Eliott before, too.

Eliott smirked.

“You can.”

.

“Thank you for bringing me home”, said Eliott with a smile after Lucas took his helmet off, running his fingers through his hair. He was aware that Eliott watched him while doing so, stretching out his movements to a slow-motion version of his usual action.

I can also play this game, Demaury.

“Of course. The next time, it’s your turn”, said Lucas while smirking and leaning the bike against a pole. He was strolling to where Eliott was standing, taking position in front of him now and looking up into his eyes which were sparkling with light.

“And thank you for inviting me for the coffee… I—” Lucas stopped now, the confidence he had just gathered turning to dust again. If he would tell Eliott now that he would like to do this again, Eliott would maybe think of him as creepy or maybe he didn’t want to have another date with him or—

“I would love to do this again sometime”, said Eliott now and Lucas’ doubts disappeared immediately, leaving Lucas with a warm feeling of happiness and anticipation.

“Me too”, he said and didn’t try to hide the bright smile on his lips. Yann and the other boys would never understand how it was to finally find someone who was on the same level as you. And Lucas didn’t want to give up this feeling anytime soon.

“Well… I’m gonna go inside”, said Eliott and was still watching Lucas, only looking up to eye the building behind him, “Stay safe.”

Lucas nodded and was about to turn around as Eliott’s hand wrapped itself around Lucas’ wrist. Lucas froze, looking back to Eliott with his big, blue eyes and something in Eliott’s eyes seemed to… move. So many emotions were written all over his face that Lucas couldn’t grasp all of them – he was merely fascinated by the feelings rushing over the other boy’s face and he felt something stirring inside of him, something which never really was awake at all. Lucas’ gaze wandered from Eliott’s eyes unconsciously to Eliott’s lips. They were full and tinted in a light pink. And he could see from the corner of his eyes, that Eliott was watching Lucas’ lips too.

Come on, Eliott… Do it…

Lucas’ eyes jerked up again as he saw Eliott moving, the taller boy slowly leaning down so that he was even closer to Lucas. Lucas’ lips parted on their own accord, his pulse nearly drumming in his own ears and he couldn’t believe what was just about to happen.

Do it, do it, do it, do it…

But suddenly, Eliott took another strand of Lucas’ hair between his fingers, letting the hair slide through his fingers.

“Salut.”

Eliott smiled, turned around and left, going inside his house. Lucas was gaping after him, being alone on the pavement now, the longing for the other boy still present in his every vein.

Lucas was alone, completely confused and with lips which just wanted to be kissed by Eliott.

[big-symbiote-energy-blog]

Tea time after bad guys

*Venom and Eddie have just gotten back to their apartment after a night of determining which guys are “bad enough” to eat*

E: Dude, five tonight, really?

*Eddie looks tired, but happy. His New York accent paired with his low voice creates a damp echo as he climbs the stairwell up to his old apartment.*

V: I was hungry Eddie, you keep forgetting the tatter tots.

*Venom replies in his low and grizzly tone.*

E: You scarf em down every time I buyem! I never get a taste!

*Eddie slams the rickety door on the final word.*

V: If I told any other human to buy me tater tots, they would without question.

E: Maybe that’s because you’re a giant alien Symbiote who REGULARLY eats off people’s heads!

V: Only the bad ones though, right?

E: Yes... only the bad ones.

*Eddie responds in a surprised tone. Having to regularly remind Venom to NOT eat their neighbor hasn’t exactly shown him that Venom understands what, or who, is bad.*

E: Besides, you decided to stay here, so beggars can’t be choosers.

V: Don’t forget Eddie, I chose to say here for you.

E: And everyday I’m graced with your literal unearthly presence.

V: Mmmmm, very funny.

*Venom has finally grasped the concept of sarcasm, and occasionally enjoys the fun banter of it.*

E: Alright, well, I fed my monster, now it’s time to feed me, monster. What’ll it be tonight? Takeout, pizza?

V: TATER TOTS

*Eddie gives Venom a jarring look, knowing well aware the symbiote cannot be hungry, and is simply just attempting to annoy him.*

E: Yeah I think I’m good on starch for about two years after that last binge you had.

V: NO

E: Ok, now you’re just being dramatic Ven. Eh, I think I’m just gonna stay in and have that pie Annie left me.

*Venom rolls his eyes at the thought of Annie attempting to win back Eddie with pie.*

V: I thirst, and I’m cold, your world is ever changing. Strange, earth.

*He says trying to get the subject off Annie. She only brings Eddie heartache and the both of them headaches.*

E: Do you want some tea?

*If Venom had eyebrows, he’d raise them*

V: Tea?

E: It’s like uhhh, hot... leaf infused? water I guess?

V: I’m curious, bring me.

*Eddie shrugs his shoulders and wonders why the tater tot addicted friend has now taken an interest in a calming beverage. He puts the kettle on the stove and goes to change into something more comfortable for bed. Venom himself is beginning to feel lethargic as his host loses steam. The more time he’s been with Eddie, and the more time Eddie has been with Venom, the more one they become. Eddie has become stronger, and Venom, well Venom gets tired*

E: Alright, what type do you want? We’ve got herbel, camomile, passion fru... whu... why do I have so many teas?

V: A good question indeed Eddie, but no mind. I choose... camomile!

E: Sounds good bud, I’m gettin it.

*Eddie makes the two cups since Venom insists on having his own. Besides, he enjoys being physically next to someone and not having them stare back at in fear.*

E: Ey don’t drink it yet, too hot, ya gotta let it cool off Ven.

V: Ugh, humans have so much patience for their food.

E: Makes it better when you finally get it, trust me.

*Eddie blows on his tea*

V: Will that’s help it? Blowing on it?

E: Ehh, yeh kinda.

V: I’ll do it.

*Venom and Eddie both know they don’t really fit in in the real world, so when they’re together, they try to fit in with one another. They would even if they didn’t try. About five minutes pass, and Eddie begins to sip his passion fruit tea.*

V: Is it ready Eddie?

E: Yeah, should be ok, but sip it slow, don’t chug it.

*Venom sips the tea.*

V: I like this drink...ANOTHER!

E: Man, I show you one Marvel movie and you quote it at any chance you’ve got.

V: What can I say, I like Hemsworth.

*Eddie and Venom chuckle, sigh, and sip their tea.*

V: Eddie... can you put on the Thor?

*Venom reluctantly asks since it would be the thirteenth time they’ve watched it.*

E: Yeah, I mean sure, but, don’t you wanna continue to the Avengers?

V: Eventually, however, right now. Thor!

E: Ok, ok Ven.

*Eddie puts on Thor and the two enjoy the movie for the umpteenth time while drinking their “hot leaf infused water”. It begins to rain outside but the two are warmed by their drinks, and each other. It’s an odd relationship between the two, but they don’t mind. Eddie and Venom are happy to have one another in this world full of bad guys. They are each other’s good guys. As the night goes on, their eyes become heavy, and Eddie is the first to go, but Venom is sure to follow minutes after his mostly host is asleep.*

V: Goodnight Eddie, and thank you for the tea... friend.

*Venom drifts to sleep while a smile appears on Eddie’s face. He loves that lovable parasite, and he knows that the lovable parasite loves him.*

[puppyluver256]

Spirifest 2018 Compilation

All right, here it is like I promised. The compilation post of my Halloween series, with descriptions for the pics so you can decide for yourself whether or not to look at them.

Ghosts - A dead man in spirit form staring at the ruined remains of his former home from some state of his life. Probably not too bothersome unless you’re uncomfortable with death or if you look too closely at the ghost’s chest, as the wound from his cause of death is visible.

Bats - A woman watching bats fly through a cave. Generally wholesome as the bats are not being creepy and the woman is just there to observe them, though if you’re afraid of bats there may be a little bit of an issue. If it makes you feel any better, the bats were not drawn realistically. ;3

Pumpkins - A woman preparing to carve an enormous pumpkin, looking off to the side as though someone has gotten her attention. Generally wholesome unless you’re bothered by knives, even though the knife featured is placed on the table and not currently being used.

Faceless - A young boy has his face magically removed by some weird goblin creature while another creature watches. I’d count this as fantasy body horror personally, even though nothing too gruesome happens (think like Miitopia), and if featureless faces bother you then it’d be safe to stay away. (trigger potential - safety level yellow)

Werewolf - A werewolf happily howling at the full moon. Not mid-transformation and it’s clear the werewolf is enjoying herself. Nothing of note to warn of here.

Skeleton - A woman dancing with a plastic decorative skeleton, like you’d find for cheap at the Halloween store. Nothing of note to warn about here.

Vampire - A vampire man holding a woman from whom he has been feeding, her neck exposed where he has clearly bitten her and blood oozing from the bite. Will bother you if you’re bothered by blood.

Water Monster - A man is underwater and being observed by a strange beast of the deep, which is slowly approaching him. Will bother you if you have anxiety over open water and the things that may lurk within, or the potential for drowning. (trigger potential - safety level yellow)

Serpent - A naga woman having a conversation with a fairy. Nothing of note to warn about here, as I’m pretty sure nagas don’t figure into the general fear of snakes due to the humanoid torso.

Spider Web - A man wrapped up in spider silk to the point of being immobile, clearly distressed and struggling while the ominous eyes of something that can be inferred to be a giant spider watch on. Will bother you if you’re bothered by seeing people being made immobile against their will and/or you suffer from arachnophobia. (trigger potential - safety level yellow)

Graveyard - A woman walking through a graveyard at sunset. The graves are undisturbed, and there aren’t like any zombies there or anything, so it’s pretty much just a walk through a tranquil area.

Party - A fun Hallowe--er, I mean Spirifest party where people are enjoying themselves. Nothing of note to warn about here, unless you interpret the drink that the background characters are toasting with is an alcoholic beverage and that bothers you.

Masks - A man holding a pair of masks. Nothing of note to warn about here.

Spooky Forest - A woman standing at the entrance to a dark forest holding a flashlight. Nothing of note to warn about here unless dark forests make you nervous.

Plants - A woman having vines sprout forth from her mouth and wrap around her body, with a flower blooming from her eye. Will bother you if you’re bothered by blood, body horror, and plants invading and growing through the body. (trigger potential - safety level red)

Eyes - A woman with multiple eyes sprouting on her body in places they shouldn��t be, while being watched by four large eyes in the background. Will bother you if staring and body parts that are either too numerous or in places they should not be. (trigger potential - safety level yellow)

Puppet - A person being forcibly altered into a marionette, with strings attached to rings forced into their wrists and ankles, an oversized button replacing one of their eyes, and their mouth sewn shut. Will bother you if you’re put off by blood and mutilation. (trigger potential - safety level red)

Moonlight - A woman sitting on a wall under moonlight, holding a drink in a champagne flute. Very chill mood, nothing of note to warn about.

Haunted House - A woman standing in front of an old dilapidated house, holding a device. Spooky in atmosphere only, nothing of note to warn about.

Mummy - Two people working together to have one wrap up the other in bandages, with spent rolls on a table nearby. May bother you if you’re uncomfortable with seeing people wrapped up and immobile, but there is no danger present for the one being wrapped. (trigger potential - safety level green)

Scarecrow - A woman setting up a scarecrow in a field. Nothing of note to warn about here unless you’re bothered by scarecrows, though this one is not meant to be frightening to people.

Shadow - A man being verbally abused by his own shadow given life. There’s blood on the table and splattered on the man, so if you’re bothered by that there’s warning ya.

Doll - A woman holding a doll and being creepy. Unless you’re creeped out by dolls there’s nothing that bad here.

Owl - A woman watching a majestic owl fly overhead. No danger present except for the potential to be hit by a possible owl pellet or droppings.

Cursed Object - A man holding an object that he cannot let go of and is slowly turning him into some sort of solid material. Possibly counts as fantasy body horror.  (trigger potential - safety level yellow/red)

Corruption - A man restrained as an insidious corrupting force spreads across him. Will bother you if you’re put off by blood and people being restrained. This is a depiction of a canonical TH event and yeah, depending on your interpretation, the dude in this pic is either actively dying or already dead in this illustration. (trigger potential - safety level black)

Headless - A dullahan (headless unseelie fairy from Irish mythology) woman throwing a basin of blood towards the viewer, her head in midair on its way to the ground on account of her using both hands to hold the basin. Contains blood and lots of it (though not from the neck of the character thankfully), and may bother you based on that and the obvious headlessness.

Jumpscare - Going by my reblog from September about how I would definitely not be sharing jumpscares that would startle the viewer, that is not what this is. It is, instead, a woman popping out of a hiding spot and a man’s reaction to being startled. For us it’s just harmless fun.

Black Cat - A woman petting a black cat, who seems to be very much enjoying the kind treatment they’re receiving. Nothing of note to warn about here, and hey, kitty!

Cryptid - A monster inspired by the Flatwoods monster carrying a camera in the forest. Nothing to warn about unless you’re bothered by the Flatwoods monster.

Costumes and Candy - Some children wearing costumes and trick-or-treating. No danger present for the kiddos whatsoever, though their costumes may be a bit 2spooky4u. =P

[u-u-d-d-l-r-l-r-b-a]

You could be forgiven for thinking Michael was in a state of petrified urgency with how frantically he guides his best friend into the garage. His footsteps are erratic, light and lacking any sense of actual rhythm even as he skips down those three small steps into an atmosphere punctuated by oil and rest. The lighting is minimal at best – fli-fli-flickering above their heads as though jittering along to the beat bleeding through bare walls. Rich sure knows how to throw quite the fiesta; a collision of dizzy strangers with greedy fingers and mass volume and cheap cups dotted throughout every available surface as though they were part of a furniture.

Michael’s never seen a party from the inside before.  It’s different. It’s intense. It’s utterly wild in a way he never would have imagined and yet he’s not entirely adverse to that sense of community.  

 Still, he’s grateful to have found a place of c a l m, an eye in the middle of an all-encompassing storm. Even if he’s surrounded by empty cardboard boxes from classic board games and plastic containers full of long-forgotten memorabilia from Rich’s long-forgotten aerobics days. Michael remembers them well.

 “Are… are you okay, Mikey?” Jeremy whispers, lower lip knotted up underneath the slip of his teeth. “Why’d you bring me here?”

 Michael’s pupils are blown so wide they have become a galaxy, sparkling profusely underneath curled lashes despite how his brow levels in utmost concentration. His fingertips nurse one of those pesky little solo cups filled with one of the weird-smelling beverages Rich offered to make him; pineapple and rum and rum and pineapple and fuckin’ Toto jokes. Drugs he can handle like an absolute champ - alcohol is another story.

 He can still see the flames in Jeremy’s gaze from how he looked at Madeline. Can still see the film of gloss blossoming around his mouth from her kiss. And Michael is happy for him, he truly is. But he wants to fulfil Jeremy too. Douse him in goosebumps.

 “Y’said you were like confused, right dude?” Michael’s free hand drops to rest against the unholy swell of Jeremy’s hip, an eager thumb tracing deliberate semi-circles into jutting bone. “About fuckin’… ‘bout how guys make you feel, right? An’ I’m a guy. I’m your best friend. Who better t’try it with, huh?”

Jeremy would gasp if it were not for the pressure of Michael’s forehead falling to rest against his own, the spirals of his hair tickling over rosewater cheeks. The bow of his lips parting just a fraction to release something of a dreamy sigh. Cartoon angels and airborne hearts. The whole shebang.

 “H-here?” Jeremy gasps, his eyes darting swiftly toward the garage door.

 “Yeah. It’d be jus’ us, promise. I wanna be there for you like you’ve always been there for me, Jer.”

 A step forward, easily guiding Jeremy toward the abandoned pool table sitting in the centre of the floor. Wide palms cradling underneath magnificent thighs to ease him up onto the faded surface. Jeremy’s senses are absolutely heightened. Every single nerve bursting with a frantic electricity. His lips ablaze with the collision of a phantom kiss. And his legs spreading on pure instinct.

 Oh, if his Squip could see him now.

 Michael finishes his drink in an instant, lips smacking against the bitter aftertaste fizzling clinically across his palate, before tossing his cup aside. He hooks his fingertips within one and other – pushing forward into they crack pleasantly - and then brings his hands down to rest at the cinch of fabric pulled taut against Jeremy’s pelvis. The material opens easily and yet there’s a certain resistance when fighting against the breathlessly beautiful curves and swerves of his body.

 Jeremy quivers helplessly when his flesh is finally exposed. His thighs ache with the urge to close, fighting for modesty, only for the notion to become utterly diluted underneath the pressure of Michael’s lips. The kiss is warm and quick and deliciously chaste; saccharine in its swiftness but somehow strangely familiar. It never occurred to Jeremy how frequently Michael’s pockets would crinkle whenever he’d delve into them, but the sudden arrival of a lubricant certainly clears things up. Of course Michael would have lube with him at all times. Let’s face it, he’s positively smothered by suitors.

 The texture of rough, slick palms enveloping Jeremy’s cock is almost unnerving. A simultaneous collision of too much and not enough and every nuance in-between and he’s positively captivated by the motion. Michael is the epitome of a gentle lover (although, Jeremy cannot bring himself to even imagine such a word in relation to his best fucking friend), stroking his cock from base to tip without stopping nor accelerating. He’s got just the right amount of pressure – squeezing toward Jeremy’s head and easing off as he massages his way down. Jeremy’s knuckles scrape frantically across faux grass, his legs kicking out on pure instinct.

 Michael does something with his thumb which makes Jeremy’s eyes roll. His spine threatening to collapse in on itself from the motion alone. He presses his ankles into the structure of Michael’s calves simply to beckon him closer. Ease himself into what pleasure is being so graciously gifted to him.

 Jeremy’s hands move as though coerced by translucent marionette strings, wandering weakly toward the swell protruding from Michael’s far-too-tight jeans. His inexperience translates into stuttering palms and a willingness to wrench those skin-tight jeans down around Michael’s ankles; and he’s unbelievably grateful that he chose to forsake his underwear in the name of fashion. His cock fits perfectly inside Jeremy’s slender fingers, and despite how hard he tends to squeeze, how broken his downstroke tends to be, Michael lives for the discomfort and how it ebbs into transcendent bliss. He feels anchored like this. Tethered to the person he has always cherished most.

 Imagine how Rich would react to this moment. If he could watch Michael cradle Jeremy’s balls so tenderly. If he could see how Jeremy’s fingertips wrap eagerly around Michael’s curved cock and pull him inward. Maybe, if he were to walk through that garage door, he’d even consider joining.

 Jeremy doesn’t make much noise beyond broken murmurs and elongated whimpers, the sounds getting caught in the back of his throat - reverberating through porcelain teeth; his face, however, contorts in absolute heaven. His brows furrow. His lips part. His teeth chatter into the otherwise still atmosphere. His lashes flutter and his hips stir.

But Michael can hear it in the quickening of his heartbeat, rapid pulse ricocheting through heaving ribs and down into his weeping cock. How his breath comes in quick, short bursts. How his hand twists around over Michael’s head as though he were unable to keep himself steady.

 He’s going to cum. And he’s going to cum hard.

 Michael carefully pushes at the loose material draped like curtains over Jeremy’s petite torso, causing the shirt to bunch up across his chest, and in the same movement works his cock that bit quicker, anticipating the moment when his boy will twist all the way up.

 And when he does, Michael is there. Covering his cock with the heel of his palm to keep him from spraying his own chest and thighs. His senses are overloaded. His mind is a mess. His body succumbing to the ecstasy he never thought he would face at the hands of Michael fucking Mell of all people.

 “Easy, Jer…” Michael coos, his eyes gleaming with pure wonder. What a vision Jeremy is like this, cheeks stained crimson and skin dusted with sweat. His fingertips twitch with the urge to t a s t e, a feeling he attempts to smother. He wouldn’t want to scare Jeremy away. Not now.

 Michael makes a move toward the rusted sink in the corner. Yet, before he can make a single step out of line Jeremy is whimpering, fingertips crooking in a motion to usher Michael forward. Back in place. He’s not finished. Not yet.

 He clasps Jeremy’s cock with both of his hands, twists them around without purpose nor certainty. The sensation of calloused fingertips squeezing at Michael’s length is enough to cause his stomach to flip with absolute gratitude. It is better than he had ever fantasised before – more passionate than he was prepared for. The full Jeremy Heere experience he had always longed for.

 The fullness of his own palm slaps heavily across Michael’s open lips, squeezing tightly, trapping all those earth-shattering howls which threaten to escape; tapping into his innermost kink of being silenced – of being controlled.

He cums with a smothered shout over the caramel of his shaking highs. Full body s h i v e r i n g into the roll of Jeremy’s wrist. The stars illuminated beyond crimped lashes are breathtaking – shades of silver and gold and rouge all wrapped up into one wicked flare. Swaying back and forth from foot to foot, Michael wipes his hands on the crook of his knees. Removing all traces of their brief rendezvous all caught up in an evening of music and cocktails.

 His lips find the purse of Jeremy’s own with a natural ease. Clinging for just a moment before his retreat.

“How do you feel?” He keeps his voice low. Affectionate.

 “I uh… pretty, uh.. awesome actually”

Simplistic words and yet they thoroughly massage his ego. Stoke the tangerine flames crackling brightly within his abdomen.

 “Cool. So, we still on for the Apocalypse marathon on Friday?”

 “You know it!” Jeremy grins, pulling his pants back up his legs. Bringing himself to settle on uneasy limbs. “Get ready, though, cos I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Yeah, dream on Jer.”

 Michael brings an arm around Jeremy’s slender shoulders. A certain spring in his step. And they dip out back into the enthusiasm of the crowd.

[vikingwitchling]

Huldra

Assessment #6 - The child that we call Embla is growing at an alarming rate. She has gone from having the physiology of an infant to a three-year-old in mere two weeks.

Assessment #10 - Embla shows signs of great intelligence and understanding, yet she does not speak. We do not know if her mutism is selective, or if her kind can't talk.

Assessment #15 - It is becoming increasingly difficult to control Embla. The call of her people is hard for her to resist and she has tried to escape on several occasions.

Assessment #16 - We have decided to move Embla overseas where "They" cannot get to her, The United States is our intended destination. Embla's tail has been removed and destroyed in the hopes "They" will not be able to sense her anymore.

Assessment #20 - Arrived in USA. All is well.

Assessment #34 - We have injected Embla with various human diseases, such as influenza, Ebola and malaria. They seem to have no effect on her. 

Assessment #36 - Embla's ability to heal and fight off disease is extraordinary. We hope to one day transfer her "talents" to the human race. 

The Whitecoats told me the story several times. Now I know it by heart. "We found you when you were just a baby," They told me. "In a cave in the forest. You were crying, and you were all alone. So we took you with us. Kept you safe." Kept me safe. I never felt safe with them. They were many. Sometimes as many as eight. All men. All dressed in white. They would hurt me. Stick needles under my skin. Poison my body. "We know your sisters are calling for you, but you cannot go back. It's not safe," they told me. It pained me to resist. I could hear my peoples' cries. Crying for me. Searching. I've always known I am different from the Whitecoats. I can do things they cannot. Things that astonishes them and things that frighten them. 

I am different from my kin as well. I can see them sometimes, in my head. Tall and graceful, thin and covered in fur, with sharp claws and teeth. When I look at my reflection, I am no different from a human. "You changed after we found you," The Whitecoats told me. "You adapted." I adapted to the human race. I have studied anatomy books, compared the drawings with my own body. They are alike – except for my tail that the Whitecoats cut off me as a child. They thought it was the source of my power. The source of my true nature. It is not. But I miss it terribly.

When I was older, the Whitecoats increased in numbers. By two. Males, judging by their scent and appearance. "What's so special about this girl?" they asked the others. "She can't talk. Even parrots can talk. Is she retarded?" I can talk. I just haven't ever felt the need to. I know the human language. And I know my own. But the Whitecoats are not worthy of my words. "Don't be fooled," The Whitecoats said. "Don't be fooled by her angelic face and petite body. Don't be fooled by her silence. She is clever, wiser than most, and she is dangerous. Do not show her empathy, for she will feel none for you. If you give her the chance, she will kill you." And so I did. But only the ones who tried to hinder my escape. I guess the Whitecoats were right. I am dangerous. 

The sensation of fresh air is a strange one. I can't remember when I last felt it. The dark sky up above is speckled with stars. They blink at me to make me smile. I am in the forest, but I do not feel at home. These are not my forests. This is not my land. My kind has never set foot here. I am very far away. And I am very scared. 

The Whitecoats will know that I have escaped by now. And soon, they will come for me. I am their valuable treasure. One of a kind. They need me. But why I do not know. I won't go back. I run in amongst the trees to hide. Run so fast the trees sway in my wake. I run faster than the deer, and the rabbits and the foxes. I run faster than the owls can fly. The forest protects me, gives me strength. It guides me in the direction I need to go. 

Soon, there is a flickering light up ahead and I come to a stop. It is a clearing where a group of boys have lit a fire. They sit around it in a circle, cooking meat on sticks and drinking beverages from cans. They smile and they laugh. Talk loud. I sneak closer, the aroma of food stirring my hunger. When they see me, they all turn to stare. Some of them get to their feet, their mouths hanging open. They do not look armed. 

I take a hesitant step closer, looking from the puzzled faces before me to the packages of food on the ground. "Jesus Christ," someone says. I don't understand those words. "Where the hell did she come from?" another one asks. "Dude, she's naked...and hot." This is not accurate. In fact, I feel a bit cold. I take another step forward. "Did any of you order the stripper?" one of the boys laugh, only to get nudged in the ribs by his friend. "Stop that. What if she's hurt? What if something has happened to her?"

I watch this boy intently as he nears me. He moves slowly, as though afraid I will lash out. I might. I haven't made up my mind yet. He raises both his hands and shows me his palms, his smile is gentle. "It's okay," he assures me. "We won't hurt you." I narrow my eyes in suspicion. Humans always tell me that right before they cause me harm. "Are you okay?" The boy asks, only a few meters apart from me now. "Are you hurt? What's your name?"

My name? The Whitecoats call me Embla, but I do not think that is what my own called me. I am not sure. So I do not answer. "Here..." The boy says, shrugging off his shirt and holding it out for me. "Here...take this. You must be freezing." I look down my naked body, so pale in the darkness. The boys look at my body too, and I can feel heat radiate off their skin. They like me naked. Just like the Whitecoats do. But I am cold, so I reach out for the piece of clothing and snatch it away from its owner, draping it around my shoulders and closing it up, button by button. 

"Should we call the police?" One of the other boys whispers. They look at each other uncertainly. "We can't. Not until we've hidden the joints and liquor anyway," another one says. I pay little mind to their conversation. My focus is on the food. My stomach is growling. "Are you hungry," the boy who gave me his shirt asks as his friends gather in the background, talking heatedly. 

I nod, once. The boy seems relieved to receive some confirmation and turns around towards the fire. He grabs a bag of something white off the ground and holds it up for me to see. "Marshmallows? Or I can grill you some hot dogs?" I follow him hesitantly and snatch the bag from his hands, quickly moving away from him to settle down on the forest ground, eagerly shoving the sweet, sticky squares into my mouth. "She's gonna make herself sick," one of the boys says once I've almost emptied the bag, and he strides towards me to take it away. 

I growl and jump at him once he is close enough, my teeth clamping down on the front of his throat and ripping away flesh. The boy screams then gurgles. His friends panic. 

I withdraw from him and settle back down to finish my marshmallows, seemingly oblivious to the bleeding boy and his friends who are trying to save him. They are all making loud noises now, and everyone is running back and forth. When the bag is empty I crawl across the clearing to find more, helping myself to the package of cold sausages and a can containing a bitter beverage. 

I do not notice that the wounded boy is bleeding no more, and instead is lying very still, his open eyes staring emptily up at the night sky. Nor do I notice that his friends have all run away, hurriedly navigating their way through the trees to find safety. 

I notice nothing but myself, Embla, an unordinary girl who is finally free.

[applyrisingphoenixrp]

Original Character - Sawyer Oberon Scamander-Spence

YOU:

Name: Spencer

Age: 24

Pronouns: His/Him/He/Guy/Man/Dude

Timezone: EST

Availability:  I have pretty open availability at this time: 10AM – 2AM Monday – Sunday. If this changes I will inform the group.

Blog I can be contacted at: http://pezdspencer.tumblr.com

Link to a previous RP character’s page: http://ofbeastsandbeings-blog.tumblr.com

I am a seasoned HP RPER on multiple sites.  I am looking for a long-term relationship with this RPG.  All of the RPs I’ve been a part of have withered away with time.  I am hopeful that this one will be of a different, more committed breed.  Looking forward to meeting kindred spirits in the OOC.

Potential Conflicts (i.e. school, travel, work etc.): No conflicts at this time. Will inform you if any conflicts arise.

Are you comfortable with smut/sexual conversation?: Absolutely (ha)

Do you have any triggers you would need tagged for you?: Nope

If you don’t mind, how did you find us?:  Searching tags #Marauders rp

 ORIGINAL CHARACTER:

 Character’s Name: Sawyer Oberon Scamander

Face Claim: Shia LaBeouf

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Date of birth: December 1960, Dorset - England

Occupation:  Bartender (The White Wyvern, The Leaky Cauldron). Professional Hustler specializing in the trade of illegal magical substances.

House:

Hogwarts: Ravenclaw

Ilvermorny: Horned Serpent

Blood Status: Half Blood

Who are they fighting for: Neutral

Sexual Orientation: Straight (Heterosexual) 

There are many words to describe Sawyer Scamander but humble isn’t one of them. Being the son of a renowned magizoologist isn’t exactly awe-inspiring, and Sawyer’s confidence is derived from his intelligence, not his last name. Sawyer’s arrogance has gotten him into many altercations, but he has never been in a situation he couldn’t talk himself out of.  “Smart ass” is one of the more popular insults thrown at Sawyer.  He has been known to use his wit to make others look stupid, but there’s no malice in his heart.  He was raised in an affectionate household, where he was always told to speak his mind and to never suppress his feelings.  Because of this, Sawyer is honest to a fault.  If he doesn’t like you, you will be the first to know. If he wants to get in your pants, you will be the first to know!  The self-confidence that was installed in him at a young age has never faltered and subconsciously he does feel like he can get away with things most humble folk wouldn’t dare try.

Those who don’t know him would describe Sawyer as pensive, brooding. These adjectives are justifiable because these assumptions can easily be made upon first glance.  His demeanor has become quite somber and it doesn’t do much for a first impression. However, those curious enough to engage him in conversation will find that he is lighthearted, charismatic and much more cordial than expected. Acceptance seeking is a hobby that Sawyer has never been fond of.  Although he has a well-deserved reputation of being reckless and spontaneous, the calculated decisions that Sawyer does make ALWAYS seem to benefit him.  In fact, if it doesn’t benefit him, Sawyer will have nothing to do with it. He thrives in life’s grey areas and enjoys being a bit of a wild card. His stance on the potential of a “Wizarding War” is this, “Shut up, and keep your mouth shut”.  Sawyer could care less about your blood status, as long as you’re not trying to get over on him. Unless an opportunity presents itself, he doesn’t intend on picking a side. Some people would say that he’s selfish, Sawyer would argue that he’s opportunistic.  Sure, Voldemort’s blood lust doesn’t appeal to him, but it’s not enough for him to risk his own life.  It’s hard for him to care about anything unless he’s personally affected by it.

If Sawyer had a motto, it would be “Laugh Away The Pain”. He is an optimist and wholeheartedly believes that self-pity is meaningless; so you can pocket your sympathy and take your shoulder elsewhere – Sawyer will not be crying on it.  His aloofness can make him almost impossible to read, and because of this he doesn’t really have any close friends.  His mother, Porpentina, is the only person he trusts enough to divulge his insecurities to.

Sawyer is a bartender at several establishments in England, including the Leaky Cauldron and the White Wyvern (a small pub in Knockturn Alley.)  He also sells illegal venoms and other miscellaneous illegal substances for the best price to interest parties. His first love is himself and his second is money.  Sawyer considers himself a professional hustler and will do pretty much anything if the coin is good. His business deals require him to fraternize with Deatheaters and Order members alike. Sawyer doesn’t discriminate as long as you have a few extra Galleons in your pocket. He has developed friendships (primarily business related) with wizards and witches on both sides of the war.  Want some information? Sawyer is likely to have heard something, but he WON’T talk…. not for free, that is.

In short, Sawyer likes Himself, money, and his rambunctious Niffler, Ruse.

He desires his own legal business in Diagon Alley where he can sell useful creature & plant-based products. “…something like an Apothecary, but more extensive.”

He dislikes anything or anyone that gets in the way of his moneymaking ventures.

He fears being a disappointment. He will deny it, but the truth is, Sawyer truly cares about what his parents think of him. He respects and admires his father for his successes and hopes to one day become just as or more successful than him.  His love and talent for the care of magical creatures are traits that were clearly given to him by his father, but the way he chooses/plans to use these traits are vastly different.  He’s just afraid of failure.

Family ties:

Sawyer Oberon is the son of Newton and Porpentina Scamander.  He was born in Dorset, on the countryside where his father retired. Sawyer is an only child who grew up surrounded by magical creatures, and was cherished by his parents who thought the world of their “Sawyer Seed”.  The young Scamander really found himself at Hogwarts, but only after he studied at Ilvermorny for a few years (his mother’s wishes).  It was a difficult transition, but Sawyer blossomed as a young Ravenclaw 4th year.  He was the “new kid”, but he quickly won his peers over with “Scamander Juice”, alcoholic beverages he made from fruits and other materials found in the Forbidden Forest. He would later have to suspend his business when some students reported getting swollen tongues and rashes after drinking his “juice”.

Wanting to make a name for himself, Sawyer moved out of his home following graduation. He is trying to save enough money to open his shop, but it is taking longer than expected.  His mother has offered him his old bedroom and his father wants to fund him, but Sawyer refuses to admit defeat.  Newt says he gets his stubbornness from his mother.

Relationships to other canon characters:

Emmeline Vance: Sawyer bartends with her from time to time at the Leaky Cauldron. He can’t figure her out, but bloody hell is he intrigued.  He’s surprisingly open with her about his goals, and considers her to be more than just an acquaintance – perhaps even a friend.

Severus Snape: Customer. Snape comes to him for materials for his potions on occasion. Sawyer thinks he’s strange, but he isn’t opposed to having casual conversation with him. 

Remus John Lupin: Remus has become an intellectual confidante to Sawyer.  They’ve been amicable since Hogwarts, sharing the same library schedule. Now, Sawyer frequents his bookstore and seeks his council for some of his experiments.

Lily Evans: The adorable witch who works at Slugs. Sawyer flirts with her when he prices the materials at Slug and Jiggers Apothecary. He thinks she has a boyfriend, but it’s all in good fun. 

Zoey Ollivander: The only person he thinks might be smarter than him, MIGHT BE.  Sawyer has known Zoey since his first year at Hogwarts.  They were both in Ravenclaw and were rivals in the classroom. This heated rivalry eventually blossomed into a friendship, but they still have something of a love/hate relationship. Sawyer has always felt like there may be a bit of romance between them, but has avoided bringing any feelings to light. Honestly, a rejection coming from her would be devastating.

Alastor Moody:  Sawyer always has his ears and eyes open.  Moody wants to know what he knows. For a fair price, Sawyer sometimes shares some information.  He’s Moody’s informant.

Narcissa Black: Sawyer cannot keep his eyes off of this stunning blonde: her confidence, her demeanor.  He wonders if he can get her to notice him.  He sometimes does business with her fiancée and other members of their ilk, but they haven’t developed much of a relationship.

Sirius Black: Drinking buddy. Sawyer and Sirius have been known to close down a pub or two.

Amycus Carrow:  Sure, Sawyer has been kicked out of his club once or twice. That doesn’t mean they can’t do business together.  Amycus also comes to Sawyer for information on occasion.

If you have another character in this RP, how often would they and your OC interact: N/A

In less than ten sentences, please describe the plot you’d like to establish for your character:

Sawyer is in a precarious situation, having both Order and Death Eater associates. It must be handled with care.  It’s a great opportunity, because he is in a position to socialize with all character archetypes and isn’t limited. I’m interested in developing his relationships with both sides, but at some point he must take a position. One day the wrong information could slip out and if it is understood that he is behind it, his life could be in danger. Sawyer must navigate a hazardous terrain, and he’s bold enough to try it.  He gets emotionally attached to a member on both spectrums and must finally take a stand.  Sawyer has been known to hide behind his cleverness (a fast talker), but the truth is revealed when he is challenged to consider someone other than himself.

Writing Sample

School Days…

Sawyer yawned. He was sitting in the Ravenclaw common room with his feet up on the table in front of him, twirling his wand around making blue smoke rings appear in the air. As the smoke floated up and disappeared, he thought about how socially distant he was from the rest of his peers. They were off somewhere snogging girls and making memories and here he was playing with his wand. Over break, Sawyer told himself that he’d try to be more engaging, how quickly had he fallen back into his comfort zone. Being a “part of the crowd” didn’t come so easy to him. At Ilvermorny it was difficult, now it was bloody impossible. It was something he had to make a conscious decision to do and it was, at the end of the day, extremely tiresome. Sure, he’d converse in the library with his peers on occasion, which was the extent of his capacity to perform on a social level.

“What are you reading?” He swung his legs off the table and approached a blonde girl, who he thought was in his year, sitting on the floor by the fireplace.  She interested him because, unlike him, she seemed content with doing nothing at the moment.

 “Oh, it’s nothing.” She closed the book, obviously startled by his sudden intrusiveness. Sawyer grinned and sat down next to her. Surely if someone had done this to him he’d be bloody furious, but he really was feeling rather lonely.

 “Ah, come on. You’ve been sitting in this exact spot reading that thing every night for weeks now. It must be one hell of book.” He was trying to be as charming as possible but he quickly realized that, instead, he was starting to sound a bit creepy.  The attractive girl turned bright pink and held the book close to her chest.

 “I…well, I wasn’t watching you or anything. I –I just happened to notice you, is all. You really looked rather uh, serene.” Sawyer ran a hand through his curly black hair and looked into the fireplace. The fire was dying down but he could still feel the warmth on his face

 “I’m Zoey and, if you must know, this is my grandmother’s old diary.”  She held the book up and he realized for the first time how old and tattered it looked. He smiled.

“Sawyer Scamander, pleasure to meet you Zoey.” 

Weeks later…

 We hope your studies are going well. Don’t eat these until after supper. Share with Ruse.

                                                                        Love Mother and Father

Sawyer rolled his eyes, stuffed a chocolate into his mouth, and handed another to his Niffler. His parents somehow thought he was still an infant. but he did enjoy the sweets they sent each month.  He shoved the letter into his robes and read the prophet as more students entered the Great Hall, most of them yawning or wiping the sleep from their eyes.  Sawyer didn’t usually start his day this early but he wanted to prove Zoey Ollivander wrong.  They were having an argument the night before and she claimed that he wasn’t even responsible enough to feed himself in the morning. It was only a fortunate coincidence that he received a package of chocolates that morning. Zoey was sitting just down from him at the Ravenclaw table.

“Mornin’ love.”  He grinned and winked over at her as he chewed on another treat.  Although it was cheeky, maybe this newfound responsibility would encourage her to finally go out to Hogsmeade with him. This was unlikely because he seemed to irritate her more than he did impress her.  Zoey rolled her eyes and continued reading whatever it was she was reading. 

If she only knew how dedicated he was.

  Thank You For Your Consideration