#hallow's orphanage

[daisychainfiction]

We're so happy to welcome you home to Deerbourne!

Since our founding in 1967, Deerbourne United has been a safe haven for study, self-improvement, and healing.

Did You Know? The Deerbourne campus is home to one of the oldest standing structures in Hallowe County!

The administration building  - originally built as a private home in 1887, and then used as a wartime-orphanage – is a major hub of activity. Whether you need something from Crownie's Store, the mail center, or just to chat with our administrators – we're here seven days a week!

Fun Fact! 1965’s cult classic horror movie, Drake Gardens, was filmed right here at Thurman Hall! But don't worry, faint-of-heart! The original psychiatric hospital was remodelled in 1967!

All General Education courses are located in Thurman Hall. Whether you're just starting on your intellectual journey or you're expanding an existing foundation, this is the place for you. Thurman Hall features two libraries open for use 24/7.

P-U, D-U! What’s That Smell? Deerbourne United's agricultural buildings might be smelly, but they’re worth it!  Our focus on growing our own food means zero emissions and zero carbon footprint! We’re breaking ground on all kinds of new fertilization practices and farming techniques that are not only sustainable, but tasty, too!

Sterling Hall is our beautiful dormitory and Deerbourne’s renowned cafeteria. Our in-house cooks work tirelessly to keep their seasonally-rotating menu fresh and healthy. Let us take care of your nutrition so you can focus on everything else!

Ready to begin your new life here at Deerbourne? Confirm your spot today!

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DEERBOURNE is an upcoming 18+ interactive psychological horror. This work includes depictions of death, gore, violence, language, alcohol and drug use, sex, coercion/indoctrination, the supernatural, unreality, suicide, and other horror tropes. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

THE WATER OF THE WOMB

---MARIA, your mother (59)

Maria had never been quiet about her ambitions. She wanted it all – a lucrative career, a perfect family, a picket fence. Instead she settled as a bail bond agent, suffered a messy divorce, and birthed two radically different children.

While Maria was far from an easy person to live with, she loved you. Your relationship with your now-retired mother is smooth as silk.

---KIMBERLY, your sister (Deceased, age 22)

Kimberly left home without a word when she turned 16. She was always good at hiding, and that’s exactly what she did.

Three years ago, pregnant and hollow-eyed, she stumbled back into your life. Last year she stumbled out of it again – permanently this time.

---BUG, your niece godchild daughter (2)

Kimberly claimed Lily, “Bug”, was born cursed. You never put stock in your sister’s ranting... but then Kimberly died, and Bug was left in your unprepared care. Maybe Kimberly was right - or maybe she simply didn’t want to take ownership of the choices she was about to make.

Bug is selectively mute. You aren’t sure if you’ve ever heard her voice clearly.

---YOU, (28)

What is there to say about yourself? Your sister died and irreparably changed your life. You can’t decide if you hate her or love her. All you know is something drove Kimberly to do what she did, and you’re prepared to find out what. But are you prepared for the cost?

THE BLOOD OF THE COVENANT

---FLORENCE DEERLY (she/her)

Your Boss Headmistress

Some days, Headmistress Deerly cycles between the classrooms and libraries, taking notes. Sometimes, she flits around the administration hall with a warm smile and helpful hand.

Other days, Headmistress Deerly walks the campus perimeter, cloaked in the woods’ shadows. She is always too far away to hear you. She is always gone by the time you look again.

---SILAS CHEN (RO, he/him)

Head Administrator

Silas has a habit of disappearing - into a book, into his mind, into a crowd. He seems to enjoy this.

When Headmistress Deerly is around, however, Silas becomes... someone else. He does not seem to enjoy this.

---ANNIKA NEUMANN (RO, she/her)

Agricultural Management

You could swear the crops lean closer when Annika enters the greenhouse. Likewise, the livestock will happily follow her anywhere - even to their slaughter.

Annika refuses to speak with you. She does, however, leave pretty rocks on your doorstep.

---VARDAH OSMAN (RO, she/her)

Head Librarian

Vardah has an apartment off of the library’s left wing, but you have a sneaking suspicion that she isn’t using it.

Especially now that her perfume is the first thing you smell when you enter your kitchen every morning.

---HUNTER COOKE (RO, he/him)

Baker

Hunter won’t admit that he’s using a fake name despite your best efforts. It’s hard to care when he buys your silence with confections.

His laugh is sugar-sweet, but he always seems panicked when you’re alone together.

---JORDAN MORALES (RO, they/them)

Porter, Kennel Master

Between the Doberman at their side and the handgun on their hip, Mx Morales makes a strong first impression. Lucky for you, it was a peaceful one.

They always smile when they see you, but it never reaches their eyes.

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DEMO COMING SOON

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This blog is still under construction! Bear with me - I'm more focused on coding the Demo :)

[cougheemedicine]

Twisted Fairytales; Twisted Wonderland Fantasy!au - Prologue

Will include all main cast x GN!Reader

Summary: A nameless adventurer with an incredible amount of friends in high places. Each more infamous and conniving than the last. The things those friends are willing to do for you is only a glimpse of how a so-called "Nobody" ensnared the most powerful in the continent.

A/n: A little au I'm cooking up. Not entirely sure where this will go so I'm not going to put any warnings/specific content until I get the individual chapters out. If this goes anywhere I'll probably add Neige, Che’nya, Rollo, etc. I already have come ideas cooking up for them. Have fun, dear adventurer~ 〜(￣▽￣〜)

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        Night Raven College. An incredibly prestigious academy, whose history goes so far back in time that only the oldest Fae of the Briar Valley can even begin to fathom the legacy that such a renowned institute holds. Aristocratic families from all over the continent vie to send their children to study the art of magic in its' hallowed halls.

        You had attended such a college, once upon a time, though you are far from noble. You met the esteemed headmaster by chance one day, though you didn't know at the time. You had sold him a newspaper, and he grinned at you from under the beak of his mask and patted you on the head. He flipped a single gold coin into your shaking hands, it was the most money you had ever seen at the time. When you had turned around to thank him, more than ready to drop onto your knees and praise the dirt he walked on, he was gone. Leaving only a lone, ink-black feather in his wake.

        You can only assume he took pity on you. Some unclaimed, nameless child, too old to be taken in by an orphanage but too young to be sent off to the mines. The old crones of the villages you wandered to and from would wax poetic about his benevolence and graciousness (only after they prattled on about his villainously handsome face). You couldn't even read, let alone weave illusions from incantations or summon a beast from a bottle of bubbling liquid.

        But he appeared before you nonetheless, with a flurry of his feathered cape. He offered you his hand, that which dripped in gold, and swept you off to Night Raven College. Over the years he taught you everything you know now. He taught you how to paint and juggle, how to fluently read and speak every language used on the continent, even some more eccentric practices like how to identify cursed objects, how to weave certain sprigs of herbs together to create the most powerful warding charm, even which nerve to pinch to have any assailant drop unconscious instantly.

        While under the roof of Night Raven College, you met creatures from every walk of life. One could say you were popular, even. Everyone wanted to get to know the charge of the infamous headmaster Crowley. You grew close to many, some you would even call your friends. Some others, maybe more. But they led very different lives than you. Friendships fade, it's simply a way of life. Even if waving goodbye to them as they graduated and left you behind stung in a way you don't really wish to name.

        You stayed at the college longer than most. Not taking classes, simply acting as an errand runner for the headmaster as a way to repay him for guiding you to a much better path in life. But even he, past his grandeur and games, could see that you wished to spread your wings farther than the astronomy tower and botanical garden.

        With a final pat on your head, he sent you away to pave your own path. His name and the beautifully detailed dagger on your hip, an ivory crow head for the hilt, as your only weapons. On your own you ventured for more years, gaining wisdom from those you met on the way. You had all but forgotten your old friends from your school days. All until one fateful day.

        Sat on the edge of the cliff, you gazed down at the view below you. The sun was setting, painting the sky in vibrant hues. You were in your own world, leaning back on your arms and kicking your feet over the edge of the cliff. Until a shrill meow drew your attention elsewhere. A scruffy grey cat emerged from the undergrowth. Eyes too blue to be a normal feline blinking up at you. A black and white bow tied neatly around his neck. In his mouth was a letter, the envelope only the most ornate of finery. The crest on the wax stamp was that of a noble house.

        The cat curled up in your lap as you used your dagger to cut the envelop open. The parchment inside just as luxurious as what housed it. You scanned the words on the page, language so flowery and formal it may as well have been another language of it's own, but you got the message.

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Where will you go first, dear adventurer?

Heartslabyul Manor, the home of the ruthlessly strict Count Riddle Rosehearts and his cronies. They say he bows to nobody but the queen himself.

Savanaclaw tavern, the home base of a ragtag group of mercenaries. Rumor has it their roguish leader, Leona, isn't of this land, and that his reputation is far from good where he’s from.

Octavinelle Gambling Den, a house of luxury and debauchery. The head, Master Azul, is said to be incredibly kind and benevolent. For the small price of your darkest secrets.

Scarabia Merchant's Guild, a travelling guild with gold flooding from every crack in their coffers. The ever-so-kind Master Kalim is said to only be the face of the guild. His servant is who really runs things.

Pomefiore palace, the main residence of the illustrious Queen of the region, Vil Schoenheit. His past is stained red, as is the story of how he managed to sit on the throne. But the people adore him, so what is there to see if not perfection?

Ignihyde tower, the hiding spot of the forsaken Lord Idia Shroud. Head chair of the Magic Council. His brilliance is said to be unparalleled, but people talk... and sources say he hid himself from society after committing a sin to magic itself.

Diasomnia castle, skeptics say that centuries ago, the old castle at the northern border was occupied by Fae royalty. Now it seems there's life in those haunted halls once more, for an air of regality hangs heavy in the fog surrounding the grand castle.

        Many a path to choose, and you have all the time in the world. But, even still, do you think it wise to keep them waiting?

        I wish you luck,

Choose wisely, my dear adventurer~

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work belongs to @cougheemedicine, all forms of plagiarism, modifying, translating, reposting are not allowed.

[echo-rambles]

somewhere among the pines

words: 4,807 tags: witch!reader, werewolf!chan, ghost!seungmin and roommate!seungmin. fluff. mentions of an injury. vague allusions to soulmatism, if you squint and believe real hard. mentions of magic. notes: I finished it in time! I feel like there are bits where you can tell I rushed, but overall I'm very happy with it. this is also the longest reader insert I've ever written, so I hope you enjoy! Happy Halloween! [ao3 link]

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The veil between worlds is thin this time of year. You know this to be true; a fact of your world that you learned when you were very young. 

Every October, the veil begins to thin. Odd things happen all year around, especially for someone like you, but the month of October brings with it a rise of the unexplainable. Or, perhaps unexplainable isn’t the correct word, since you’re very good at explaining the weird and unknown. 

This is a very long explanation for the fact that your roommate and possibly the best friend you’ve ever had, is incredibly corporeal in the days leading up to All Hallow’s Eve. What’s it say about you that you consider a ghost to be your best friend? That’s honestly a can of worms you don’t really want to open right now. 

Normally, your very dead and very spectral friend spends most of the calendar year as a phantom entity in your home. He can speak to you and possibly move small objects around if he concentrates. But for the most part he’s a ghost.

October is his favorite time of year. Yours too, for completely different reasons, but you can’t deny that you also find great joy in watching Seungmin move everything he can get his hands on simply because he can.

It also means the pranks increase tenfold, because now he’s tangible and can do so many more things. He has to get it all in before November rolls back around, severing the strong connection to the worlds beyond. 

“I think your neighbor is weird.” Seungmin says, from his spot by your kitchen window.

He’s wearing a horrendously large sweater that he must have found at the back of your closet, and it almost swallows him whole. Completely covering the shorts he constantly wears. 

He’s also holding your favorite mug. It’s empty, but he’s still clutching it to his chest as if he’s ready at any moment to sip at his morning coffee. You decide to let him have this, knowing that he only truly gets to experience big sweaters and mugs in his hands once a year. 

“Because you’re so normal.”

“I am.” He defends, immediately, glaring at you. “I was. ”

“You were the most normal boy in the orphanage?”

“It was a university for gifted students.”

Teasing him about his life before has become normal between the two of you. After that first year, after you both learned how to coexist in the same space without upended chairs or banishing spells, he finally told you his story. About his university that burned down decades ago with him inside of it. How the land that your house now occupies was once part of the sprawling campus. 

It’s another reason you let him raid your closet every October. It has to be a certain type of hell to spend the rest of your unlife looking like you’re always ready to attend afternoon lectures in plaid shorts and suspenders and shoes with little buckles on them. 

Ignoring his glaring attention, you turn back to the pot you have on the stove. It’s starting to boil aggressively, so you make sure to jam in some cinnamon sticks before wrestling the cover onto it. 

“Can you stop spying on my neighbor? He has nothing to do with you.”

Seungmin glides over to peer over your shoulder. “Whatever, but he is weird. Did you burn dinner?”

“It’s meant to be a spell and no, it’s not burnt. Sorry, are you the professional in the kitchen?”

“Are you?”  

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Maybe Seungmin was right. Maybe your neighbor is weird. 

You watch, from the same kitchen window Seungmin was staring out of a few days ago, as your neighbor comes out of the woods surrounding your properties shirtless and running. It’s a routine of his that you’ve noticed. In a completely normal way, mind you. 

It's not like you're an obsessive stalker or anything. You just happen to notice things. Especially things that follow a pattern. 

He’s the type of guy that goes running at night, and he always takes the path that cuts through the woods that creeps at the edge of your shared backyards. 

Maybe jogging at night isn’t a completely odd thing, but he’s also shirtless, and it’s the tail end of October. The nights are getting colder, with winter nipping at the heels of autumn. That can’t be normal. 

It’s also a routine that you only began clocking at the beginning of the month. He’s lived in the house next door since the spring, and you’ve noticed him jogging through the neighborhood every now and then. He seemed like the athletic type, so you didn’t think much of it. 

But the nightly jogs through the forest only really became a thing during the first week of the month. At first it didn't seem like anything too different. Seungmin, who never actually sleeps, commented on it but you waved him off. He loved to gossip and get into people’s business. He was possibly the nosiest ghost you ever met. 

But as the nights went by, you became more aware of it. 

You’d like nothing more than to chalk it up to Seungmin as the one being weird, but if you squint you swear there really is something peculiar about him. It’s in the way the air moves around him, you think. It feels impossible to put into words, but there’s something about it that’s just a little unexplainable. 

Once you notice, it's almost impossible to stop noticing it. Which is incredibly frustrating.

Your neighbor approaches his back stairs, and slows to a stop. You watch as he lets out a long breath and stretches his back. As he turns, he catches sight of you in the window. It’s too late to try and move away, pretending you weren’t absolutely staring, so when he offers you a wave, you have to return it. 

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The next night you curl up on the single patio chair you have on your back porch. It’s barely a porch, really. There’s enough room for a chair and a small table and not much else. 

You wait, quietly, as the stars twinkle above the tree tops and the night becomes as quiet as it can in a neighborhood that’s not urban enough for constant traffic and city noises, but also not rural enough for the silence that only comes with living far enough away from people. It’s the odd sort of in between world. Ambient sounds of a car passing a handful of streets away. Someone’s dog is barking in the distance. You hear a pair of voices from the front of your house, as they walk past on the sidewalk, their voices fade away the farther they get. 

The moon shines brightly from its spot in the sky. It’s not a full moon just yet, you can tell by the subtle shape of it and the calendar on your phone. It’ll reach its zenith in a few days, just shy of Halloween. 

Finally, your neighbor comes out from the sparse woods. Shirtless as always. You try, and fail, not to stare. 

(“He’s kind of hot.” Seungmin had said, that first night he had called him weird, after returning to the window. “Almost upsettingly so.”) 

You were trying to be a polite and respectful neighbor and not oggle him. But Seungmin was so entirely correct. It really is upsetting how good looking he is. 

“Hey.” You greet, grabbing his attention as you call out. You move forward, resting your arms against the railing and leaning just enough over the side so you can see him better. 

“Oh, hi.” He answers, blinking at you before waving. When he smiles he has a dimple. You can see it in the porch light. 

“My roommate thinks you’re weird.” Might as well get to the point, instead of trying to find an excuse to speak to him.

That makes him laugh. Loud and full and it warms you up from the inside out. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“No need to apologize for him projecting.” 

“Uh- ok. Noted. Do you share your roommate’s opinion or…?” His voice dips, like he’s trying to make it sound like a joke but he’s also extremely curious. 

You can taste it on the wind. It’s that same sort of something about him that you noticed before, but now it’s more pronounced. Now that there isn’t a window or a driveway between you. He’s drifted closer to your porch, titling his head a bit, and you, tipping your gaze down. 

It tastes a little like ozone and petrichor. Like the aftershocks of a storm deep in the forest. Woodsy and warm and sharp. It gets stuck at the back of your mouth, up into your nose. The sort of taste that has a smell and vice versa. 

He tastes like magic. 

“I haven’t really decided yet.” You tell him, keeping all of your thoughts locked tightly away. You wait a beat, watching his smile settle, before you introduce yourself. 

“You can call me Chan. It’s nice to meet you.” 

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A few days before All Hallow’s Eve, you’re awoken by a hand on your shoulder. The feeling is so foreign you’re immediately awake, sitting up with your heart in your throat, blinking away the dizziness of sleep.

Seungmin is leaning over your bed, his mouth set into a perpetual frown. Wearing a terry cloth robe over his school uniform and a pair of slippers in the shape of puppies that you specially bought for him. 

“There’s a dog at your door.”

“What?” You're not awake enough to parse that sentence. 

He rolls his eyes. “There is a dog, and it’s on the back porch.” 

“...what?”

“I’m not repeating myself again. Do something about it, because it’s kind of creeping me out.”

“Creeping you out?" You question, because it feels like an incredibly ironic thing for Seungmin to be saying. "Aren’t you meant to be the creepy thing?” 

“It’s my night off.” He says, before walking away. Leaving you blinking and confused. 

There’s a dog? At your door?

What the fuck does he mean by that? You check the time as you're crawling out of bed and into a pair of house slippers. What is a dog doing on your porch at three in the morning? 

The house is dark and quiet as you shuffle down the stairs and through both the living room and kitchen. The only sound is the soft, almost haunting noise of Seungmin singing to himself somewhere else in the house. 

As you get closer to the back of your house, you can just barely make out a dark shape outside of the window. The moonlight seems to cast it in silhouette, and the curtains drawn over the window blur the outline.

Creeping closer, you quietly try to peek behind the curtain and out onto the porch. Holding your breath, you chance a look. Any other time of year, you might have taken your roommates word for it that there was just some dog outside. But you can never be too careful about the things lurking in the dark so close to the 31st. 

At first you can't really make out what it is. It's just a large shape. Made out of shadow as it shifts around and almost knocks over your chair. Your heart crawls its way back up into your throat at the sheer size of it. 

It's as you're trying to figure out what the fuck you're meant to do in situations like this, and also wondering why your protection wards don't seem to work against this thing, when it moves and catches the light. 

You're still keyed up, because you still can't find an explanation, but there's a sliver of relief at recognizing what the shape is. 

Sitting there, sniffing at the little potted plants you have balanced on the porch railing, is a massive animal. Seungmin called it a dog but it looks so much bigger. 

It has the proportions of a wolf, maybe. You've seen wolves before, on television and that one time you went to a wolf sanctuary up north. You have a rough estimate of what they're meant to look like. Except this wolf looks as if someone clicked and dragged at the edges and enlarged it. 

When it moves to turn, trying to be oh so careful of the small space it's found itself in, you notice the way it flinches and limps. It’s favoring one of its front paws. 

Oh. It's injured. Ok, so you have a gigantic injured wolf camped out on your back porch. Sure. Why not? Somehow you're convinced you've had weirder things happen to you. Seungmin is somehow your best friend and dead, that has to be the weirdest thing in your life, right?

Speaking of your dead roommate, you’re sure that if he were here right now, hovering over your shoulder and watching you pull out the first aid kit from under the sink, he'd say you have a bleeding heart. Or that you’re being idiotic by wanting to help the monster at your door. What else are you meant to do? Shoo it away? It’s injured! 

Gently opening the back door, you try to seem like as little of a threat as possible. You don't need this thing lunging and attacking the moment it sees you. You’re convinced that it could swallow you in one bite if it really wanted it. 

The moment the back door creaks open, its ears perk up and it’s moving to face you. Curious but cautious.

“Hi, uh- please don’t eat me?” You inch further out, keeping the door open in case you have to make a swift exit. The wolf moves out of your way, making room on the already cramped porch. It tips its head and flattens its ears. It doesn’t seem aggressive. 

If anything it looks like it’s in pain. 

Now that you’re out here, and you have a better view, you catch sight of blood on the boards of your porch. Smeared and shiny in the porch light. “Can I… help? If I help you, that means you can’t eat me. Ok?” 

The wolf whines, settling down in whatever empty space it can find and nosing at its front leg. 

This feels almost too surreal. You know nothing about who or what this wolf is, or why it decided to seek you out, but yet you’re crouching down and snapping open the first aid box. 

“Um, it’s nice to meet you. I’m just going to- sorry, I need to see where you’re hurt.” You start to talk to it, not even knowing if it can understand you. You want to reassure it, in any way you can manage. As you pull its, frankly huge paw into your lap, you remember to introduce yourself. It always pays to be polite. 

You try to hold in your gasp once you get a good look at where it’s injured. The entire foreleg is bleeding, the skin mangled. 

“Did you step in a bear trap? Holy shit. ” You breathe, pressing gauze to the open wounds, trying your best to staunch the blood. 

The next few minutes go by in near silence, as some part of your brain has completely shut off to the entire weirdness of this situation, and instead you focus solely on fixing whatever this is as best as you can. It’s far from a professional job, but the bleeding has stopped so you take that as a win. 

The entire time, you can feel the wolf staring at you. If anything, it just adds to the weird factor. It doesn’t act like a normal wolf. Sure, it flinches when you press too hard on its wounds or when you sterilize them, but it doesn’t growl or snap or pull away. It just closes its eyes tight and huffs through its nose. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, wrapping its leg and paw up in a bandage. “It’s almost over, I promise.” The wolf whines again, quiet and soft and you’re struck with the urge to press a kiss to its head.

When you’re done, and you tuck the bandage into itself, the wolf finally moves. It surges forward, and you flinch, bracing yourself for the worst. A wet nose presses itself to your cheek, and then you feel it bump its head into your own. The force of it almost knocks you over. 

“Oh, uh- you’re welcome.” 

As quickly as it had sat and offered you its paw, it’s getting up and stepping over you. Apparently it got what it wanted out of this exchange. 

It’s only later, after the wolf has limped its way into the woods, that you find yourself looking up at the night sky. It’s the first night of the full moon. A giant wolf that didn’t act much like a wolf showed up on the very first night of the full moon. There’s something about that statement that sticks into the folds of your brain, but you’re honestly too tired and covered in blood to make any real sense of it. 

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The next afternoon, you see Chan getting out of his car, wearing a big grey hoodie and a beanie. Seeing him all bundled up is almost as good as seeing him run around shirtless. He somehow manages to pull off both looks flawlessly. 

You’re still tired from all of the sleep you didn’t get last night, but you’ve decided that sitting out on your front steps to get some much needed sunlight would do you well. 

You wave when he catches sight of you, offering a small smile as a hello. When he waves back you notice that his hand is bandaged, and the white cloth disappears into the cuff of his hoodie. 

Interesting.

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“It's at the back door again.” Seungmin says, practically hanging over you. His hair is damp and a shocking shade of orange, and you are not awake enough to wonder how he managed to do that. 

“You have to stop waking me up like this.” You grumble, pushing him out of your face. 

“Your wolf is whining at the back door." 

“He’s not my wolf.” 

You have this sneaking suspicion, you’ve been fostering it all day, that says he’s not really anyone’s wolf but his own. For a multitude of reasons. 

“Well, this is the second night in a row and it’s getting kind of pathetic. I’m starting to feel bad for it.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll deal with him.” You pull a sweater on and shove your feet into slippers.

“Wait- he? Him? The wolf told you its pronouns?” Seungmin follows you down through the hall and down the stairs. 

“Oh, right. I forgot to tell you.” You stop in the living room, peeking just enough into the kitchen to notice the large shape outside of the window by the back door. “I’m pretty sure our neighbor is a werewolf.”

“I knew he was weird!” 

Moving closer to the back door, you’re a bit more resolved in your conclusion after saying it out loud. It feels like the most obvious answer. The only thing you’re still confused about is why did a werewolf seek you out when it was hurt? A werewolf who you’ve barely spoken to and only introduced yourself to earlier in the week?

You open the door, and there he is. Laying with the top half of his body on the porch and the rest of him sitting on the grass. His ears perk up when he sees you in the doorway. 

“Hi Chan. How’s your arm feeling?” You ask, with a tilt of your head and a genuine smile. Seungmin laughs from just behind your shoulder, giddy and loving every minute.

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In the morning, there's a knock at your front door, and when you answer it, Chan is standing there, hands shoved deep in his pockets and the brim of his cap pulled low over his eyes. 

He looks a little awkward and misplaced. You were expecting him to show up sooner or later. Especially after you called him by name last night.

“Hey. Long time no see.” You tease, smiling at him.

“Hi. I uh-” He cuts himself off with an embarrassed sort of laugh. “Right. Actually, that's kind of what I came to talk about.”

“About the werewolf thing?”

“Wow." He breathes, still amused and trying to get a handle on his laughter "Yeah, actually.” With his head tipped away from you, he resembles the wolf quite a bit. You can almost imagine him with his ears flattened and his big liquid eyes refusing to look at you. 

“Sure. Come in.” 

You direct him to the living room, and you know what it must look like to someone who's never seen it before. Different patterns and trinkets scattered around, candles on every surface. Seungmin calls it eclectic. But he says it with a twist to his voice so you can never tell if it's an insult or a compliment. 

After you're both seated on one of the couches, your knees dangerously close to touching, you prop your head on your fist and wait for him to speak first. 

This is his problem more than it is yours, plus he's the one that came to talk. 

“You don’t look like a werewolf.” Seungmin says, appearing from virtually nowhere. His hair is still orange, and it looks a lot better in the daylight. You'll have to tell him you like it, once you're not so annoyed with him of course. 

"Oh, uh-" 

“And you don't look like a dead boy. Leave him alone.” You snap at him. With love. 

Seungmin pouts and rolls his eyes, but he easily slips from the room.

“Sorry about him. He’s nosy.” 

Chan shrugs, hands fidgeting on his thighs. “It’s alright. I don’t really mind. Besides, I did come here to talk to you about the 'werewolf thing,' so it’s fine if he’s curious about it.” He actually adds finger quotes as he says it, which is kind of stupidly endearing.

"I'm the one who's curious. Like I said, he's just nosy." 

“Right, well. I want to apologize, firstly, for bothering you the other night. Or well, for the wolf bothering you.”

You tilt your head in curiosity. "Aren’t you and the wolf the same person?”

“It’s- complicated." Chan presses his lips together, before sighing and settling further into the cushions. "We are but… sometimes, especially during a full moon, the wolf can have a mind of his own. We’re not separate entities but- sometimes, when he’s feeling strong, I don’t get a say over our decisions.”

“Like stepping in a bear trap?”

“Or coming to you for help. Really, I am sorry.”

“You were bleeding, Chan. You don’t have to apologize for that.” 

Somehow, your hand has made its way to his knee. You press your fingertips into his jeans. He shifts closer, and his eyes are so dark and deep. 

"Besides. I kind of like the wolf." 

"What about me?" 

"I thought you weren't separate entities?" 

His dimple appears when he smiles, and you have to stop yourself from leaning close and pressing your thumb into it.

-:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡ ･ﾟ✧:･.:-

It's the last night of the full moon, with Halloween just around the corner, and you're stepping out onto the porch before Seungmin can wake you. 

You have a feeling, rooted deep underneath all of your organs, that you’re going to see Chan again tonight. He mentioned that the full moon has a strong effect on him, and when he’s a wolf he seems drawn to you. So you might as well meet him in the middle. 

Sitting out in your little chair, you wait. The night has turned chilly and the stars glitter brightly in the sky. Finally, movement at the tree line catches your attention. A dark shape that stalks back and forth, just out of sight. 

You don’t really have an explanation for all of this, for why a werewolf is seeking out your attention, but you can’t say that you’re complaining all that much. It’s nice to feel trusted by something five times your size and with teeth as thick as your fingers. 

Getting up and stepping from the porch, you move closer to the woods. Standing barefoot in the sparse grass of your backyard and tempting the shape to come closer. The moon is full and bright and the breeze bites at your bare ankles. The shape stares out at you, eyes glinting between two tree trunks. 

“C’mere.” You call, barely raising your voice. 

The shape moves, bridging the distance between you and the trees in the blink of an eye, and suddenly you have a mass of muscle and fur bearing down on you.

"Hey, you big puppy." The words are all tangled up with a laugh, as you try to push him away and actually get a good look at him. “Y’know, you’re very affectionate for someone who hasn’t known me all that long.” 

Wolf Chan doesn’t answer, of course he doesn’t, but he does huff and shift closer. He’s tall enough that you can look him in the eye without having to bend at all. You reach forward and press your palms to his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs along the soft fur of his face. He closes his eyes at the touch, huffing through his nose again.

He’s soft and warm, fur almost black in the moonlight. You don’t know why this has happened to the two of you, but it feels right. Like you’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time and didn’t even realize it until now. 

Suddenly he’s moving forward and pressing his nose into your cheek, getting as close as he can. Leaning his weight into you as his muzzle moves down and into the curve of your neck. You get a face full of his fur, which has you laughing again. 

You wrap your arms around his neck. Or as much of his neck as you can, returning the favor by nuzzling into his body and sighing in contentment. 

"We should really try this cuddling thing when you're human." 

-:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡ ･ﾟ✧:･.:-

The day before All Hallow’s Eve you have an armful of Chan, as you both lay on the big couch in your living room. You should probably be more wary of how close you two have gotten, and how quickly. But you can’t help but remember that feeling the other night, standing among the treeline and breathing in the wolf’s scent. Petrichor and pine trees. There’s just something right about it that you can’t find the words for. 

The morning after the full moon, Chan had come to your door and asked if the offer for some human cuddles was still available. You told him to take you to dinner first and then you’d decide. 

Which led you both to right now, days later, and almost stupidly inseparable. He hasn’t unwillingly shifted into a wolf since the full moon, so you’ve been able to spend the nights with a very human Chan. Getting to know him and talk to him. Touch your fingers to his skin. Learn his little habits and quirks. 

You smooth a hand over his hair, pushing it out of his eyes as he cuddles closer. He hums and moves around until he’s pressing his face into the slope of your neck. It’s warm and familiar and you squeeze him a little bit tighter. "The wolf really likes you."

"Oh. He does?"

Chan nods and hums again, happily. You can feel it vibrate through your skin and into your bones. "I do, yeah." 

“Well that’s good, because I really like you too.”

You both settle back into the quiet, listening to the ambient noises of the house. The fridge hums lowly from the kitchen. Seungmin is somewhere singing to himself again, you can hear it carry through the walls. Petting at the nape of Chan’s neck, you tip your chin and kiss the crown of his head. You could probably stay like this all day. 

He smells like petrichor and pine. Sharp and woodsy, like the forest and magic.

"Hey, if I dress up as Red Riding Hood, would you dress up as the Big Bad Wolf?" You ask, cutting through the comfortable silence. 

"How long have you been waiting to ask me that?" 

"Since I saw you getting out of your car with your arm all bandaged up." 

Chan laughs, big and loud, and he’s propping himself up so he can look down at you, eyes squinting and dimple appearing. He doesn’t say anything, just sort of shakes his head and then surges forward to kiss you soundly. 

You’re going to take that as a yes.

[milfjagger]

horror recs 2024

categories are a little broad but take from it what you will. personal favs are in bold and a * next to the name means this movie genuinely scared me

serial killers/stalkers/home invasion the black phone (2021) the invisible man (2020) hannibal (series; 2013-2015) maniac (2012) american psycho (2000) the silence of the lambs (1991) opera (1987) tourist trap (1979) halloween (1978) deep red (1975) black christmas (1974) the texas chain saw massacre (1974) peeping tom (1960)

ghosts/hauntings talk to me (2022) the haunting of hill house (series; 2018) i am the pretty thing that lives in the house (2016) under the shadow (2016) crimson peak (2015) mama (2013) the orphanage (2007) lake mungo (2008)* dark water (2005) the ring (2002) the others (2001) the devil's backbone (2001) ring (1998)* candyman (1992) poltergeist (1982) the haunting (1963) the innocents (1961)

vampires interview with the vampire (series; 2022- ) midnight mass (series; 2021) let the right one in (2008) bram stoker's dracula (1992) near dark (1987) the lost boys (1987) fright night (1985) dracula (1958) nosferatu (1922)

werewolves dog soldiers (2002) ginger snaps (2000) & ginger snaps 2 (2004) the howling (1981) an american werewolf in london (1981)

demons/witches longlegs (2024)* smile (2022)* incantation (2022)* hereditary (2018)* suspiria (2018) veronica (2017)* terrified (2017)* pyewacket (2017)* the autopsy of jane doe (2016) the exorcist (series; 2016-2018) the blackcoat's daughter (2015) the witch (2015)* evil dead (2013) the exorcism of emily rose (2005) the blair witch project (1999) the craft (1996) hellraiser (1987) suspiria (1977) the exorcist (1973) the devil rides out (1968) rosemary's baby (1968) black sunday (1960)

survival horror yellowjackets (series; 2021 - ) the terror (series; 2017) rogue (2007) the descent (2005)* open water (2003)

sci-fi horror crimes of the future (2022) annihilation (2018)* the fly (1986) the thing (1982) alien (1979) & aliens (1986)

monster movies willow creek (2013)* troll hunter (2010) the host (2006) pumpkinhead (1988)

folk horror the ritual (2017)* wake wood (2009)* the hallow (2015) pet sematary (1989) the wicker man (1973) the blood on satan's claw (1971) night of the demon (1957)

fantasy/fairytale horror gretel and hansel (2020) red riding hood (2011) the juniper tree (1990) the company of wolves (1984) psychological horror (that doesn't fit better into another category) candyman (2021) the lighthouse (2019) us (2019) get out (2017) gerald's game (2017) a cure for wellness (2016) the invitation (2015) it follows (2014)* excision (2012) may (2002) frailty (2001) dead ringers (1988) gothic (1986) carrie (1976) cat people (1942)

indie/experimental (mileage may vary) enys men (2022) skinamarink (2022) bones and all (2022) men (2022) the house (2022) relic (2020)* saint maud (2019) mandy (2018) the wind (2018) raw (2016)

balls to the wall crazy/fun as hell evil dead rise (2023) fall of the house of usher (series; 2023) late night with the devil (2023) saw movies (2004-2023) the menu (2022) nope (2022) malignant (2021) escape room (2019) & escape room: tournament of champions (2021) run (2020) the chilling adventures of sabrina (series; 2018-2020) 31 (2016) the boy (2016) american mary (2012) repo! the genetic opera (2007) trick 'r' treat (2007) sweeney todd (2007) dead silence (2007) house of wax (2005) house of 1000 corpses (2003) final destination (2000) ravenous (1999) lair of the white worm (1988) brain damage (1988) the texas chainsaw massacre 2 (1986) re-animator (1985) & bride of re-animator (1990) evil dead movies (1981-1992) phantom of the paradise (1974)

[saintsenara]

Hiya! What do you think of the idea that Jily and Romione are meant to be parallels? I personally don't quite agree, but what's your take?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

and the short answer is that i am definitely not convinced...

i presume that the idea that jily and romione are meant to be deliberate parallels hangs on a couple of things. the first of these are a series of superficial similarities, which i think we can dismiss fairly easily:

that each pairing is made up of a pureblood man and a muggleborn woman; that one person in each pairing is ginger; that both pairings fancied each other the moment they met, but didn't act on that attraction until their seventh years; and that both pairings seem to communicate primarily by bickering.

none of these hit for me - not least because, individually, none of james, ron, lily, or hermione are particularly alike.

[and i certainly think that it's tedious to suggest that two female characters must be broadly similar in terms of personality and serve parallel narrative roles simply because they're both muggleborn...]

the second piece of evidence for the two couples being intentional parallels is, however, slightly more persuasive. on paper, at least...

this is, of course, that idea that ron and hermione act like harry's "surrogate parents".

i do see why this is so widespread among the fandom [ron weasley, domestic god, my beloved], but it's a reading of the text which, i'll be honest, brings out the contrarian in me...

harry's character archetype is primarily the "everyman hero" - a hero who is perfectly, averagely normal in terms of talent, intellect, and appearance - who defeats a villain who is abnormal and exceptional. this is - obviously - one of the most common archetypes in the history of human storytelling, because it enables the people who read or hear those stories to see themselves in the protagonist, to root for them, to comfort themselves with the idea that evil people must be so unusual in terms of appearance or behaviour that they can be easily spotted, and to believe that ordinary people can triumph over evil.

but, nonetheless, harry is also required - like all heroes - to be special, and to be set apart from [and, indeed, above] all other characters in the series in terms of importance by virtue of this specialness.

[not least because the main hero-figure he resembles - especially in deathly hallows... is christ.]

in harry's case, his much-vaunted ability to love fulfils this requirement.

and we can see this narrative purpose affecting many of his relationships within the canon text - above all, in the way that he primarily views all the other characters with whom he interacts either as people he needs to keep safe from voldemort or people he needs to keep others safe from.

ginny is the primary victim of this tendency, especially at the end of half-blood prince, but ron and hermione experience it too - albeit in slightly more subtle ways...

for example, everything they ever know about harry's mission is at harry's own discretion - he notably doesn't trust them with several key aspects of it [above all, that he's a horcrux and that he's going to walk into the forest to die] within the canon narrative, and he generally holds the view that their interpretation of events is partial and wrong because they lack the special knowledge that he has as the series' singular hero [in particular, how he says several times in deathly hallows that neither of them understand voldemort as well as he does, and that's why they're so convinced that he'd have hidden a horcrux in the orphanage].

similarly, he insists throughout the series that following him - and following is the operative word - is dangerous to them. he never considers that being associated with them puts him in danger - because his narrative purpose is to be more important than they are in voldemort's hierarchy of interest.

[and, indeed, it's always really striking to me that deathly hallows heavily implies that voldemort doesn't have a clue who either of them are...]

ron and hermione certainly demonstrate many traits which can be associated with parent-child relationships - they are extremely loyal; they are [especially ron] extremely caring, including in domestic and pseudo-domestic ways. ron also provides harry with his greatest longing - the experience of a loving family - in a way which, superficially at least, mirrors james providing the same for sirius after he runs away from home.

but harry is - before the pre-epilogue end of deathly hallows - still set apart from the weasleys by virtue of his narrative specialness. we can see this throughout the series - in chamber of secrets, just after harry is astonished that everyone in the burrow likes him, his vastly different financial circumstances make him feel like there is a division between the weasleys and himself; in order of the phoenix, he initially aligns himself with the group who aren't family when visiting arthur in hospital, and is only brought into the family group at molly's insistence; he leaves ron's bedside in half-blood prince to make room for family visitors; he is adjacent to the family grief over both george's injury and fred's death in deathly hallows.

similarly, while james and sirius' relationship is set-up in canon as essentially fraternal, the same cannot be said of harry and ron. ron is narratively lesser than harry - he isn't as academically successful, or as good at quidditch, or as instantly recognisable, or as aspirational to get to know - and he is very aware of this, which is why his jealousy plays such a major role in the series.

[although it's worth saying, on a more positive note, that his and harry's relationship is genuinely close, mutually fulfilling, and nowhere near as codependent as james and sirius'...]

and so the apparently parental traits which ron and hermione display for harry actually reveal a power-dynamic which is very different from a pseudo-parent-child one - in which we would expect the parent-figures to consider their care for the child-figure to be their responsibility. instead, the dynamic is a [benevolent] master-servant [or, to return to the christ allegory, master-disciple] one - in which ron and hermione fill the role of harry's faithful retainers, who care for him, serve him, and follow him because it is their duty.

this doesn't mean that ron and hermione aren't more important to harry than other characters [ron - in particular - is harry's saint peter, the most important of the apostles, who doubts], but it does mean that they're subordinate to him within the narrative's hierarchy of power.

and this - obviously - is not the dynamic which existed between harry, james, and lily prior to his parents' deaths...

[dinoplantsghost]

Tom Riddle - Character Sheet

Masterlist

Affiliation(s): Wool's Orphanage, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Knights of Walpurgis, the Sacred Twenty-Eight, the Gaunt family

Character

Gender: Male (he/him)

D.O.B.: December 31, 1926

Health: Generally, has poor eyesight because of the haze and kicked up dust that flies around in London due to air raids; causes frequent headaches, which leads to a bad temper

Appearance

Height: 5'11" (180.34 cm)

Ethnicity: English

Skin Tone: Fair skinned

Eye Color: Dark brown; black (will eventually turn red with the more Horcurxes he makes)

Distinguishing Features: Perfectly kept hair, perfect ass cheekbones, beauty mark on the left cheek (below the bone)

Hairstyle: Dark brown; black - vintage combover

Accessories: Gaunt's Ring - Horcrux and Deathly Hallow

Wand Attributes: 13-1/2", Yew wood, phoenix feather core, rigid flexibility

Likes (susceptible to changes): reading, sitting by the lake or in the Astronomy Tower, snakes, jade green, sweets, collecting things to commemorate victories, his bloodline, his mother

Dislikes (susceptible to changes): The orphanage, Miss Cole, Billy, Amy Benson, Dennis Bishop, people who are not Purebloods, his upbringing, his father, his bloodline, his mother, Dumbledore

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Introduction Notes:

Up until the age of 11, Tom stayed in London under the care of Miss Cole and the Wool's Orphanage. With the second World War heating up, Tom experienced a lack of medical care, causing a weak immune system and an early experience with death. Because of his magical disposition, Tom also experienced abuse from Miss Cole and the other "caretakers" in attempts to "cleanse his soul."

Tom began his first year at Hogwarts in September of 1938 after Professor Dumbledore, Hogwart's teacher of Transfiguration, made a personal visit to the boy and revealed his magical lineage. Ever since then, Tom's heart had been set on pushing forward to get away from Wool's Orphanage. He had made a name for himself, something he could be proud of---unlike his poor excuse of a mother. For the next four years of his life, Tom was able to round up some of the most powerful heirs of the Sacred Twenty-Eight and wrap them around his finger to do his bidding.

By his fifth year in 1942, Tom had already taken the lives of his father, Tom Riddle Sr., and his grandparents in the summer prior to the new school year. His uncle, Morfin Gaunt, was framed and taken to Azkaban in July of the same year. In October, when a Japanese foreigner by the name of Saoirse transfers to Hogwarts, his plans for the year seemed to shift.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

Atsushi hallowing out old books in the Orphanage library so he can keep snacks in there.

[the-plushie-friendships]

@dollhouse-of-three

~pretty sure tumblr removed the ability to send html format through text so- yeah dont mind the mis-formatting- qwq~

( Gordon was busy in his kitchen, working on strange new potions and other oddities. It had been a while since he had seen his student, Ames. He couldn't stop thinking about inviting her to come stay at Pumpkin Hallow with him…although he had no idea how she would react to the monsters, creatures, and ghouls of the hallow. Especially if his brother were to find out about his new student…he didn't want him to scare her with his loud and frankly obnoxious personality. )

( Of course, during Gordon's thinking, he had no idea he had opened up a portal in the cauldron straight to Ames' Orphanage. )

*In the midst of Gordon doing his thing, Ames was just in her room at the orphanage, playing with her plushies like she usually did*

[writingwenches]

Freeform From — Beginning

notes: am I writing an original story that just shoves Targaryen royalty into it so I can have a fun audience while I write? Well, anyways, there's the last 500 words I wrote this weekend

I tried my hand at re-starting the story, tried to lead with "in the action" and explain a bit about the characters' friendships while keeping it interesting and engaging meh meh meh The map above is where the story takes place, in the cold swampy neck area, on the shores of The Bite, the bay that holds the The Sisters islands.

🤷🏻 here we go lets begin 🤷🏻

There was a boat that she carved by hand, from a sleeping cypress tree they felled together, a harvest moon past. Lyn had worked many nights and her arms showed her exertion. She no longer needed aid to carry stones and bushels of hay. 

Root said she looked a huntress, the fierce womanly warriors from her home tribe. In the orphanage, where they all rest their heads, Root was called Piety, a more proper name for a young lady, the Septas said. Root was the name of a wild thing that lives amongst the creatures and mud. Young ladies were allowed to sleep in beds, shielded from the cold night winds with warm blankets of fleece and wool. 

Root stood at the helm of their punt of a boat, a lantern held true to see their way down the spider filled hallow. Lyn was at the rear, her guiding pole pushing them along the swampy canal bed. The flickering candle of the lantern shone against the water’s surface, countless lights reflected back mirroring the creatures’ eyes. White eyes mean food, the frogs perched on the muddy bank. Red eyes mean danger, and teeth, and horror, pulling into the water and under, never to return again. 

“We should turn back,” Hanna worried, her eyes never leaving the darkness that moved behind. 

“We’re basically half way there,” Root promised.

“You said that hours ago!” Hanna yelled in a hushed tone, only to be shushed by the party. 

Hanna and Lyn had been wards of the orphanage since before they could remember, they had grown up together, much like sisters, but very much not. Hanna was a stickly girl with bones so tiny, Lyn was surprised when stormy winds didn’t sweep her away. Hanna was skilled in precise things, like brewing ale and sewing buttons back onto shirts, she could even embroider just as fine as some noble ladies. 

Lyn was her opposite, sunrise to Hanna’s sunset. Lyn’s cheeks were full when Hanna’s were hallow, they ate the same food but Lyn grew bigger every passing moon and Hanna seemed to fade into the slim figure others complimented. Hanna’s hair was yellow and as fine as the finest silk threads. Lyn had hair that coiled in and around itself, a crown of dark hair with the underglow of gold, to Hanna’s veil of soft blonde whispers of grain that blew in the sun. 

Lyn’s back was strong and able to carve a boat from a log with the sweat of her hands. Hanna could understand maths and write her name. 

They were two halves of one whole, Root would joke. Together they could form one grown woman, and apart they are simply each little girls. 

“Did you hear that?” Root asked, lowering the light.

“It’s a Karien-Bird, obviously,” Hanna answered, she had not yet offered aid the entire journey.

“Not that, dummy,” Root kicked her resting form. “That.”

They all listened.

The three were nearly woman grown, another year or two and the Septas would have no choice but to force them out of the orphanage. Root begged for that day, though Lyn was sure the Septas could find a reason to keep her around. The Septas did not like young ladies who misbehaved, and Root was everything and that. 

Root had been found, washed up after a hurricane, many years ago. The Septas took her in, whether she wanted their aid or no. Root hailed from a tribe of Crannogmen that made the swampy shores of The Bite their home. The rods and reeves that held their floating islands together broke apart and Root was separated from her tribe by miles. She has been trying to escape back to them ever since.

Lyn and Hanna had agreed to help her. Lyn had always wanted to go on a proper adventure, and Hanna had stolen Septa Glaedis’s carrot tart a few moons past and Lyn was going to hold that blackmailed knowledge over her for the rest of her days. Hanna had assured Lyn it had been worth it.

notes: WELP that's all I wrote in the first bit so hopefully I can have muse to write again tonight! If the muse so takes you, ask whatever questions you can think of! Or come chat about your stories and characters, get the muse flowing together LOL

[sailorgoon13]

Athena Knightly

The Basics:

Name: Athena Knightly

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 13 January, 1873

Heritage: Irish and English

Blood Status: Half Blood

Wand: Hawthorne, Phoenix Feathers, 11 inches, Unyielding

Appearance:

Hair color: Black, often wears it in a bun to keep out of her face.

Eye color: Emerald Green

Height: 5'3" (Small but mighty)

Body Type: Skinny and frail when first joined Hogwarts, gained a bit more muscle from her adventures and doing Quidditch her sixth year

Style: Classic, Dark Academia. Prefers pants over skirts and dresses, too fem for her liking. Can normally find her clothes to be a bit more dirty than others

Features: Porcelain like skin, not a single freckle or mark. Has a scar across her left eye she got from the abuse she received from the women in the orphanage she grew up in.

Personality:

Traits: Ambitious, Reserved, Strategic, Analytical, Resourceful, Stoic

Likes: Flying, Solitude, Reading, Nature Walks, Autumn/ Early Winter, Freedom, Sebastian

Dislikes: Dishonesty, Arrogance, Laziness, Narrow-Mindedness, Injustice

Hobbies: Reading educational books, Quidditch, Spending time with friends, Fighting Dark Wizards/ Dueling Friends

Family and Friends:

Father: Corvius Knightly (Former Peverell)

Pure Blood

English

Killed when Athena was roughly six years old

Created the Threefold Alliance to protect the Deathly Hallows

Auror

Slytherin

Mother: Saoirse Doyle

Muggle-Born

Irish

Killed alongside Athena's dad

Auror

Hufflepuff

Friends: Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Albus Dumbledore, Felix Bradford

Magic Aspects:

Boggart: It was the women in the orphanage who had abused her for so long but as she aged it became herself. She has done things she never thought imaginable and her cold heart made it easy to hurt others, including the use of the Unforgivable Curses.

Patronus: Thestral

Animagus: Black Snake

Polyjuice: A honey color and tastes like Butterbeer

Amortentia: Books, Wet Grass and Cinnamon Rolls

Backstory:

Athena was born just outside of Dublin, Ireland and grew up along the coast on Killiney Beach. Her parents were both exceptionally skilled Aurors and had also created The Threefold Alliance in order to protect the Deathly Hallows from the wrong people. Unfortunately, one of their colleagues who was a member of their alliance turned his back on them. In the attempt to retrieve the Elder Wand, they were both killed when Athena was only six years old.

Her father had no connection to his family since he had abandoned them so they never knew of Athena's existence, as well as her mothers. Since being a muggle born, her family did not agree nor like the use of magic and her mother did not speak to her family since the age of 11. There was no one willing to care and raise Athena in their area so she was sent to an orphanage over in London.

The orphanage was one for muggles and Athena was the only witch there. As her powers began to come in, the ladies who ran the facility began to abuse her and treat her poorly as they did not want to care for someone with "dirty blood". Seeing the treatment she was receiving from the women, the other children would join in and torment Athena even more, not letting her join in to play let alone talk with her at meal times.

Athena was usually locked away and they would purposely skip her at meal times, causing her to be frail and malnourished. One night at dinner, a young boy was teasing and tormenting Athena for looking so sickly. Her rage intensified, causing her magic within to boil over. Without a wand or mumbling a single incantation, the boy combusted into flames. The boy survived but had terrible scarring due to the flames.

She was carried away and beaten profusely by multiple women at once. She laid on the cold floor as they whipped at her, when one of them had gotten her good across the face, causing her blood to fall to the floor creating the scar she carries with her across her eye.

As her 15 birthday rolled around in the middle of January, they tossed her to the cold and unforgiving streets of London. She used what she could find in rubbish bins to shield her from the wind and snow. She would beg others on the street for money or food to eat when one day she was surprised to find a letter drop from the sky onto her lap with her name on it. She opened it cautiously to discover she had been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Academics:

Best Subject: Potions

Favorite Subject: DADA and Charms

Favorite Professor: Fig and Sharp

Worst Subject: History of Magic

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: Garelick

Quidditch: Seeker (Plays only in her sixth year)

Student Life:

Skips classes frequently but tries her best. Seventh year she was named Prefect so she stepped up to be her best.

Gets into physical fights with Imelda

Spends quite a bit of time in detention, even while a Prefect

Even though she did so much for the school and other within, people still look down on her (especially Imelda)

At Graduation after taking her N.E.W.T.s, she was met with the Minister of Magic, Faris Spavin, and congratulated for having the best test schools in the entire school.

Saves Anne from her curse in year six (Thicker Than Blood Volume One)

Career:

Becomes the youngest Head of Magical Law Enforcement, following in her parents footsteps as an Auror.

Meets Felix Bradford, her newest assistant working directly under her.

Takes on the responsibility of protecting the Deathly Hallows just as her father did before her and reformed The Threefold Alliance with Sebastian, Ominis and Felix.

Spouse: Sebastian Sallow

Children: Scorpius and Andromeda (Twins and kept the S and A initials)

Template: @hazyange1s

[itsouttherenow]

Snippet 2

Another Snipper for y'all to read. Enjoy.

TICK TICK TICK TICK

The sounds of the clock and turning gears filled her head. That and the soft even breathing of the small girl she was currently holding close to her chest. Some might say a bit possessively. 

“Ms.Belladonna?” asked the old man in front of her.

“OH, um yes headmaster?” asked Blake.

“I asked, why?”

Yes, why. A simple question, one that she couldn’t answer. Why, well she didn’t know.

Like why did she leave Adam and the White Fang?

Why did she think that becoming a huntress would help human faunus relations?

Why didn’t she change her name if she wanted to stay low?

Why…

Why did she refuse to give up the girl?

She had no obligation to keep her. She could have just taken her to Vale, where she was going to anyways, and drop her off at the nearest orphanage. But she didn’t. Why?

“Well?” inquired the headmaster again.

“I-I I don’t know.” she finally said.

“Well, then let me ask you this, why become a huntress?”

Easy.

“To help better relations between human and faunus.”

“And do you still think that?”

No, no she didn’t.

“No.”

“Then why keep her.” he pointed to the girl she was currently holding. A bit defensively.

She thought back to the night where she was given a girl.

It was a stormy night, lighting flashed violently across the sky. The winds blowing stronger than wind dust, hallowing louder than a beowulf.

“Take her and run as far as you can in the other direction. I’ll keep him away.” said a bloody muscular blonde man.

“BU-but I don’t know you. How can you trust me with her?” Blake asked frantically. It's not everyday that you get dumped with a child into your hands.

“Ruby.”

“What?”

“Her name is Ruby.”

“But I can’t, there has to be another way.”

A maniac laughter rang through the woods, louder than the screaming winds. Guess there was no other choice.

“But how can you trust me?” She repeated her question to the man.

“Because I see a girl who wants to change. You could have stayed hidden, but you didn’t. Hell, you could have just killed me and Ruby. But you didn’t. You have a heart. One that wants to change the world. So please, take her. Save her.”

Conflict filled her mind. She could run and pretend this never happened. She could stay and help the man fight. She co-

“OK give her to me.”

Or she could just take the kid.

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry.” Blake said in an attempt to console the man.

“Tai.” said the man.

“What?”

“My name’s Taiyang Xiao-Long. Her father. Her mother’s name is Summer Rose. Her’s” Tai pointed to the girl who had a red blanket wrapped around her. “Is Ruby Rose.”

“I promise that I’ll let nothing harm her.” stated Blake.

“Thank you. Don’t let her forget about us.”

“I won’t.” Blake promised

With that, Tai ran in the opposite direction. Drawing the attention of whoever was chasing him.

And that was the last she ever saw of Tai.

“Because,” she started, “because me being a huntress now doesn’t change much. Sure I can help people as a faunus and change their opinions. But that won’t stop the hate.” She looked down at Ruby, softly breathing.

“Because societal change doesn’t happen with the current generation. It starts with the new one. The young. We can make them tolerant, make them see the errors in their parents' ways. Make them want to be better. Make them…want to change the world.”

The headmaster of Beacon smiled at Blake.

“Well Miss Belladonna, I would be happy to have the both of you attending Beacon Academy.”

‘And because I promised that I will keep her safe. That nothing would harm her.’ she thought.

‘Nothing will harm Ruby Rose, my precious gem.’

Wait. What did she just say?

[facettenherz]

Headcanons about 1899 Part 1

Gellert had loving parents and many siblings; they all died because of Muggles and he grew up in an orphanage

Gellert was in love with Albus befor he even met him, becaus of his visions

Albus was instantly in love, but he was very scared

It was Albus' idea to do the blood pact

Gellert loved Ariana because she reminded him of his sisters, but at the same time he was afraid of her because he knew she was a danger to Albus.

He played the piano for her.

Although Gellert always spoke about the Hallows, he knew that Albus was his greatest Hallow.

[liviavanrouge]

Kid and Teen

Livia

Age: 4-5

Status: Alive

Title's: Lilia's Demon, Darkness of the Valley, Light of the Valley

Pets: Spotty

Allies: Malleus, Talon, Maleficia, Her family, Nilo

~~~~

Livia Garcia Vanrouge

Age: 16-17

Status: Alive

Titles: Draconia's Beastie, Light of the Valley, Spirit Staintess, Guardian of the Fairies, The Water Gem, Holder of the Nature Crystal, Heir of Malleus, Beauty of the Valley, Tyrant Princess, Supreme Commander, General's Daughter, Founder of DNA, Head of Thorn Flower Orphanage, Ogre Soldier, Etc

Pets: Shadie, Scratch, Nero, Glorious, Tammy, Remii, Galaxy

Allies: Michaelis, Tanzel, Anubis, Leona, Vil, Crowley, Crewel, Sam, Maleficia, Malleus, Her family, Dusa, Nilo, Rollo, Florina, Mayhem, Bronze, Hamlet, Jaseem, Hector, Cayena, Fellow Honest, Gidel, Jade, Floyd, Ruggie, Jack, Raziel, Her elf pixies, Her transform fairy, Fairies of pixie hallow, Etc

@childofwitches @teddymochi @pekoetiikapu

[storyofmychoices]

Beyond Riverbend: A Kit's Call to Adventure

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal’s Orphanage]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC)

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow (Book 1, Chapter 1-2)

Word Count: ~700

Rating: General (non-graphic description of dead bodies from ch2)

Synopsis: A certain smug adventure has gotten under Daenarya's skin, but she won't let him define her.

As the smug adventurer's words echoed in Daenarya's mind, she felt a mix of anger and frustration bubbling within her. "A Kit, he called me," she whispered to herself. The weight of his condescending tone was not lost on her, nor was the idea that her gender may have determined her worth in his eyes. She had more to offer than being "easy on the eyes." Yet, as she stood there mulling over their encounter, she couldn't help but acknowledge the irony; it was his good looks that had initially drawn her to him.

Regardless, Daenarya refused to let his prejudice define her. Despite what he believed, she was skilled, intelligent, and resourceful. Her expertise in seduction, archery, and medicine were not to be underestimated. They would serve her well in any adventures that awaited her. While it was true that she may not have ventured far beyond Riverbend before, that shouldn't diminish her capabilities or potential.

Not long after encountering the rogue, fate had something unexpected for the hopeful adventurer. Daenarya stumbled upon a weary priestess seeking help and protection from the dangers of the forest.

A smile pulled on her lips. This was her chance—what she hoped would be the first of many adventures. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, accepting the challenge. 

As they journeyed together, the adventurer's belittling words still floated in her mind. However, she refused to let doubt rise within her. She pressed on, remaining steadfast in her beliefs. A fierce determination ignited a fire within her—a passion and need for something new. She didn't need validation from someone who refused to give her a chance. She wouldn’t let the limitations imposed by others discourage her from her heart’s desire.

With each obstacle they encountered, Daenarya showcased her talents. Her archery skills and quick thinking defended Scholar Vash from the owlbear. Her charming personality allowed the priestess to confide in her about her missing bracelet. Together, they navigated the Kromp-infested area to safely retrieve the important trinket, ensuring a successful path forward.

Daenarya guided the duo towards the ancient Temple of Ellara, taking pride in each step she took forward. She decided that the essence of a true adventurer wasn't merely measured by their past experiences or successes, but rather by the fire of determination, the depth of compassion, and the unwavering resilience within their heart. 

As the traveling party finally reached the ruins of the once great Temple of Light, their hopes for a smooth expedition were crushed upon finding a grim scene greeting them. Bodies lay massacred at the sanctuary's entrance, both faces Daenarya knew from Riverbend. Dread filled the air as an unknown threat loomed around them. Danger lurked in those hallowed halls. 

Daenarya cautiously navigated the traps and triggers guarding the sacred space as she led the way toward the chamber that held the ancient relic for which they sought. There, at the heart of the temple, her eyes fell upon the same smug adventurer she had encountered the night before, only this time, he was a captive. 

A faint smile tugged at her lips at the thought of him relegated to the role of the damsel in distress. Maybe if he had accepted her assistance, he wouldn't have found himself in such a precarious situation. But her thoughts quickly shifted to the haunting sight of the bodies still lying at the entrance. As easily as she could have helped, she could have also been among the dead, just another victim to be forgotten. 

Yet, fate seemed to have another plan. It had granted her a chance to prove her worth, not for his sake, but for her own. It was an adventure worthy of bards’ tales. With a playful glint in her eye, Daenarya waited for the adventurer's gaze to meet hers, and as he did, she winked, a playful smirk dancing at her lips. He returned her gesture, his own smirk meeting hers as he winked in reply. This was going to be fun! 

Little did either of them know, in that fateful moment, they had found their equal – their perfect match. This would be only the beginning of a lifetime of adventures, and the greatest of them all: a love like no other.

Thank you for reading. I thought it might be fun to explore Daenarya's thoughts through the beginning of book. She is a strong independent woman and she didn't need Mal's permission to go on adventure. (At least I hope that's how this reads 🙈)

[saintsenara]

Just read your meta on Tom Riddle & sexual abuse - brilliant as usual. I interpret Billy Stubbs the same way. I was wondering where in canon you're getting that Voldemort had an irregular heartbeat? The only thing that's coming to my mind is the visions Harry had in ootp where it says his heart is beating faster but that's not even real. Sorry this is the most niche question ever lol but I have an obsession with Voldemort's body

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

it's something which i've arrived at via a leap from deathly hallows - in which the locket-horcrux is mentioned as having a pulse which "beats irregularly alongside [harry's] own", which beats so fast that - from voldemort's perspective - it feels like it's "banging outside his chest", and which is also described as rattling, racing, etc.

the locket is the only horcrux which seems to have these pseudo-bodily functions - and it also, when harry opens it, has eyes. this is, i think, largely a narrative device to hint to the reader that harry is also a horcrux, by allowing us to picture a horcrux as something living - and the locket gets the honour because it's the only horcrux we spend any meaningful amount of time with in either of the last two books.

[the diary - the only other horcrux harry spends any real time interacting with - doesn't get any such description.]

the locket's abnormal heartbeat is - of course - clearly intended by the doylist text to illustrate [just like the comment in goblet of fire that voldemort has unnaturally cold hands when he touches harry] the abnormality of voldemort's mutilated soul, and the way this has ruined and corrupted his body.

but this doesn't align with how the text understands the soul as separate from the body - the mutilation of voldemort's soul should, by the series' own logic, have no affect on his body [other than - maybe - on his eyes, "the window to the soul"].

and so i think it's fun - as someone committed to the idea that voldemort's fear of death and obsession with magic is made worse by a certain physical fragility - to accept the idea that all horcruxes feel semi-"alive" [as in, they all have these pseudo-bodily functions like pulses] but also to imagine that the locket's irregular heartbeat is something voldemort has always had wrong with him, rather than something caused by the damage he does to his soul.

an irregular heartbeat which is generally too fast - as the locket's is - might be a sign of something called atrial fibrillation, which can be either temporary or chronic. triggers for any manifestation of the condition can include:

physical and emotional stress [from - y'know - living in an orphanage, never having your cavernous grief over that fact acknowledged, and potentially being a victim of sexual abuse].

chronic lung conditions such as asthma [voldemort's soft voice is because he's a respiratorily-challenged icon, change my mind].

pericarditis, a temporary heart condition often triggered by a serious viral infection, like influenza [which might have nearly finished off a child who was already sickly, only making him more afraid of dying...].

smoking [which everyone did in the forties], not eating properly [the man is famously thin], and frequently being incandescent with murderous rage [no explanation needed] are all additional things that wouldn't help... as would not bothering to take your health seriously because you can't die.

[star-named-riddle]

Day 29 - Celestial

Lord Voldemort sat back, his arms at ease, hands intertwined on his lap. He stretched his legs before him, crossing his ankles as both his feet balanced on a single heel. He took in the sight of his favourite celestial being.

He refrained from laughing as the thought crossed his mind. The matrons at the orphanage would have been appalled. The priest. Oh, the priest would have a fit over this.

Of all the things they had taught him about heaven, and god, and angels, and saints, and every other celestial being there was in those silly books of them… nothing compared to her.

All of it came up short.

His bravest, most skilled warrior. His most faithful.

She was heavenly in all things, was she not?

Named after the stars, burning her path across the dark like they did across the night sky. She belonged to it, and him.

A priestess of him, she was good and holy.

Right now, facing him, her silhouette cut against the windows of the vast, empty room; face hidden in shadow yet eyes so bright he could discern her grey irises even there; hands dropped to her sides, wand in one, knife in the other, all of them dripping blood onto crimson puddles at her bare feet; hallowed by the moonlight. Dream and nightmare all in one.

His fallen angel.

Hair unbound, falling freely down her shape, soft curls waving with her every step, dancing to the beat of her hips, as she walked so softly towards him she seemed to glide.

His morning star crashed into the earth, meeting him in the night.

Clad in nothing but the nightgown she had been sleeping in, made of the black silk he knew to be her favourite. Roused from her rest by the burning of her flesh, summoned to his side through her mind, transported across the space between them with no other care but that of his will and her weapons. The wicked laid dead at their feet by her hands and his will.

An apparition if he had ever seen one.

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