#i love how lockwood struggles to speak sometimes

[xserpx]

Lockwood & Co. 1.06

"Look, I saw you talking to Kipps earlier outside." "Oh." "Yeah. So?" "He offered me a job too. And asked me out for coffee." "Coffee?" "You know, like what normal people do. Hanging out."

Requested by @cuddlyreader :)

[deadchaoticcosmos]

what are you looking at?

anyway salutations, i have finally made an intro post after a year of meaning to.

the beginning or the end, the end or the beginning

to all the people who have struggled with self harm

especially the ones who don't have the battle scars to prove it

so yeah hi,

some main shit you might want to know,

i am non binary/genderfluid(idk still fighting with my own fucking brain), i am also pansexual and i think i may be demi-sexual/demiromantic, idk ,you dont care about my silly brain not knowing shit about myself.

i am experimenting with the name dorian because my stars does that name have a chokehold on me, so you can refer to me as that or don't i don't mind, really you can refer to me as anything you want as long as it is not offensive and mean.

i am a minor but i am truly an old man, also a very hyper (at times), sophisticated 4 year old.

i am irish, i speak english and *not fluent,but one day* irish and french

personality= INFJ

also not to good with tones so if you could tell me that would be great

more random things♡

i am fucked in the head, but i am undiagnosed with probably a lot a shit but we love that!

umm idk i guess i am a poet?

i am trying to write a book but transferring it from my brain is a lot harder than expected

i am decent at art

and i like to read

also a big fan of nature and space and stars

also i just LOVE ART, I WISH I COULD CONSUME IT

oh yea do love school except for the social aspects especially love maths history french and science!

my ao3= DeadRABStar

also i am a slytherin

also big thanks to fan fic writers and just fan artists and fans in general , you mean the world to me and you deserve everything good in life

okay shit i like time

fandoms=

marauders, this is like my main thing right now and has been for a while

i kin everyone basically because my personality is all over the place and is making its own children somehow and now im making it everyones problem

i kin kinda all of them because i am all over the place with everything and my own personality cant chose shit for the life of it, but regulus the most

i kinda look like remus but with james potter glasses and instead of scars on my face, they are all over my arms and legs

ships♡= i can roll with anything but my preferences/ships i love and are obsessed with are

jegulus, starchaser, sunseeker, pandalily, rosekiller, wolfstar, dorlene, marylily, pete/benjy(reading a fic with that paring and am obsessed) nobleflower, quilkiller, narcissa/lilly, panda/xeno, bartylus, moonwater(idf with thus ship name though but there is no other to call them)plus any other ship really idc how small the ship gets love i shall love it unless i hate it cough princechaser and sometimes snilly and kinda any ship with severus cough, no offence

again no offence don't come at me but i don't like jegulily and i think regulus and lily would be best friends (?) like they are friends in my mind but idk, no hate

platonic ships i love but some i do also like as a couple sometimes, moonwater,prongsfoot, jilly, prongstail, james and remus, regulus and pandora, james and pandora, james with any of the slytherin skittles,pete and mary and any others i may be forgetting right now but give me some poeple and i would love their dynamic

i do have lots of controversial opinions on the black family(i love them your honor)

i feel like lily and petunia's relationship should be talked about more

and some golden trio ships=

drarry, hermine(?)/pansy, seamus/blaise, seamus/dean, ron/hermine, blaise/pansy and luna/ginny

(btw harry and luna are regulus and pandora in the next generation)

also FUCK JKR, i wish i could murder that bitch, we do NOT support her and her 'opinions' here, if you do get out, leave

feel free to talk to me about any of these topics i just listed

im kinda apart of the rioardion, cant spell for shit<3, universe fandom but not really

a little bit of lockwood and co. but i am really just a big fan of the books dont really interact with fandom

a new one but i am kinda already lowkey obsessed, shameless, no comment

i LOVE music, i listen to mainly rock or classical and some pop but really whatever i am in the mood for

some people are=

queen, bowie, tx2,abba, florence and the machine, the beatles, the rolling stones, chappell roan, conan gray, tv girl, girl in red, the smiths, the clash, elvis, elton john, mother mother, hozier, måneskin, blondie, slipknot, korn, cheap perfume, unörthadox ,my brain is fried and can't think of anything right now so i will update this (can you tell how gay i am yet)

some shows and movies=

psych, Princess bride, ferris bullers day off, the breakfast club, gilmore girls, clue, beetlejuice, saw, scream, friday the 13, nightmare on elm street, talk to me, heartstopper, derry girls, how i met your mother, dead poets society, that 70s show, seven brides for seven brothers, perks of being a wallflower, goonies, oceans 8,pretty in pink, room, heathers (winona ryder one), the simpsons, disengagement, shameless and again my brain is fried and can't think of anything right now so i will update this

love musicals but i think wicked is my favourite one, i saw it for the first time when i was really young and it's always kinda just stuck with my and im seeing it again in a couple weeks, however this might change because my feelings towards others are changing so who knows who will my favourite, anyway musicals are amazing

and again, feel free to talk to me about any of these topics i just listed

DNI ( DO NOT INTERACT) IF

you are, transphopic, homophobic or do not support lgbtq+, are racist, mean or anything else

we want nice, supportive, chill people here (nice and chill are kinda ekoej because i am neither but you get what i mean i hope)

you can vent to me if you want, i am here for you always, you don't have to be afraid here

that being said this is also kinda a vent account, sometimes i just like typing out my problems and tell you people because i feel like i can't tell anyone in real life, which is true

mental health is important

my Spotify (playlists)

https://open.spotify.com/user/31mpkfgmto566jbdd2hcn3j4wxzy?si=sa4cWVBFQTKOpF9uQTbp9Q

FREE GAZE, FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸 AND AGAIN IF YOU DON'T SUPPORT MY VIEWS ON THIS LEAVE

i will update this if i think of any thing else i want to say but feel free to come and chat with my in my asks box and ask about my opinions on certain shit, idfk, and also share your opinions and thoughts because i am a nosy person

my other accounts

@romulusfuckingtraitor (role play, remus)

@romulusfuckyoufuckingtraitor (idfk what this is but i mostly reblog political stuff, and if you scroll to the end the second post are resources to help Palestine 🇵🇸,now pinned)

@sendmetotheasylume (a shameless reblog blog, i did say it was only a reblog blog but i did make one post, do not take my word for shit fuck

@helpmedieplwease (drarry, golden trio era, also a bit of next gen(cursed child)

@begaydotumbler (marauders, mostly jeggy)

@slurpyjuice (aftg)

last updated 13/09/2024

[wordsarelife]

could i get prompt 13 and 14 with george x fem!reader

—mirrorball

pairing: george x reader

summary: george is struggling, but able to tell the reader what’s been going on with him

warnings: none

prompts: are bold

George was sitting in the living room of portland row, working on a crossword puzzle

"hey" you greeted, as you sat down next to him. "how are you?"

"I'm good, why'd you ask?" he didn't even look up from his writing.

"you have been quiet these past few days, I'm worried. I mean you would tell me if anything was wrong, right?" George nodded absently "sure" his voice sounded drained and you weren't even sure of he had listened to you.

"George" you dragged out his name and poked his side with your fingers "speak with me, please"

"what do you want to hear?" he sounded tired, and you regretted your playful manner to treat the situation.

"I want to hear, what you have to say" you answered, honestly and serious "I want you to tell me what's bothering you, so I can get rid of it"

"I don't think you could get rid of Lockwood and Lucy" he breathed, writing down the word 'attention', before he looked up at you for the first time. "that'd be illegal. because that's murder"

"ehh" you made, unsure what to answer "Lockwood and Lucy are what's bothering you?"

"no, not particularly them. its just, they leave me out of the stuff most of the time, I"ve gotten used to it by now, but still"

"oh George" you smiled sadly "you could've told me sooner. do you have the feeling I leave you out of stuff too?"

he shrugged "sometimes, but I know you don't do it on purpose, just like they don't"

you heart nearly broke upon hearing his words and tears welled up in your eyes. "I wish I had known, George. i'm so sorry" you squeezed his hand

he shrugged again. "most of the time I don't mind. but sometimes I feel lonely" he paused "i've tried to keep up, change those things about myself that differentiate myself from you three. be more reckless like Lockwood, brave like Lucy and adventurous like you, but it just isn't as easy as I thought it would be"

he looked up to you once again and a single tear escaped his eye. "I thought if I changed, I would fit in better"

"you fit in just right" you assured

"I don't know" George shook his head "back when Lockwood founded the agency he only had me, and he needed me. but now, he has Lucy and you and you can do what I could and even more, you're smart and you're good at fighting ghosts. I lack the second quality" he shrugged with a half smile on his face "no one would care if I suddenly disappeared"

you shook your head, tears screaming down your face "I would"

George's words broke your heart. not only how he felt, but that he come to a conclusion where he found it absolutely logical that he wasn't needed. that he didn't fit in and would never. you knew about his family. the brothers that had, in his eyes, achieved so much more than him. you had hoped that it would be different for him here. he was needed and loved and he was a part of this.

"please stop acting like there's no one that cares about you. because that's simply not true" you shook your head as hard as you could "we love you so much George, and we need you. not just on the team, but as our friend, our family"

"I don't know, y/n"

"it breaks my heart hearing you say those things, they're far from true. but we can work on it, George, I promise. whatever will make you feel better. we won't let you go, you're not disposable you're needed and loved and I'm sorry we made you feel like you aren't. I will make personally sure, that'll never happen again, okay? but please in the future, just tell us how you feel. we are a family and we care about you"

George nodded and for the first time, it seemed like you had woken him out of his trance.

"thank you" he smiled softly, squeezing your hand

you engulfed him in a hug, plastering kisses onto his cheeks and you could hear him giggle "I wouldn't know what to do without you" you assured.

"I'm glad you don't have to think about it" he joked and you squeezed him even harder.

[fandomscraziness22]

fic tag game

i was tagged by @kybee1497 so thank you!!!

how many works do you have on ao3?

82! that's so insane to me lol

what's your ao3 word count?

249,607 which is also insane

what fandoms do you write for?

mostly lockwood and co, and leverage! and jatp! though i have written for the bright sessions, six of crows, the flash, badlands cola, the inheritance games, and the 100

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

love came crashing in (l&co) Butterflies and Glitter (jatp) watching is worse (the second time around) (jatp) it's like this heart is defenseless (l&co) you are alive. (jatp)

do you respond to comments?

i try to! it often takes me a long time because words are hard but i do try

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhhhhhhhh all of them let's go with wide awake in the middle of your nightmare and For All the Loves I Have Tasted

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

you are alive. is a good fluffy one, and what a glorious feeling (i'm happy again)

do you get hate on fics?

not that i remember! i would delete any hate comments tbh

do you write smut? what kind?

nope, though i have written some kiss fics that are a higher T rating, but honestly nothing over that

do you write crossovers?

not really? i did write right this way which is a jatp watches bandstand fic, so not a true crossover

have you ever had a fic translated?

no but that would be cool

have you ever cowritten a fic before?

yes! me and @anthonyjlockwood wrote come meet me at the end of the (cereal) aisle together! although i would argue that all of my fics nowadays are cowritten by shelly and @futurearchaeologyprof because i send them literally everything lol

what wip would you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

honestly, the sequel to running with fire, i live like a liar. i would have loved to do more in that au, but i just don't think i ever will

what's your all-time favorite ship?

oh boy, i don't know! i really love locklyle and juke and kanej, and adam/caleb, but i am not sure i can really choose an all-time fav

what are your writing strengths?

i think i do action/physical motions pretty well? i like people doing the things so much! partially because i can see the fics as movies in my head most of the time

what are your writing weaknesses?

i struggle combining the thoughts and emotions with the actions, because i can write one or the other but then putting them together is sometimes a struggle

thoughts on writing dialogue in a another language for a fic?

i have done it a few times for jatp, with the Molina fam speaking spanish, but it's mostly simple words like they use in the show.

first fandom you wrote for?

the 100! bellarke poem my beloved

favorite fic you've ever written?

i still really love Betrayal (or how he finds out) and i thought i was innocent (but there is blood all on my hands)

what fic would you want to rewrite someday?

not sure i really have an answer! almost all the fics i write are for me, so they usually are exactly what i need/want!

tagging @legolasghosty @anthonyjlockwood @blueskiesandstarrynights @claire8216 and anyone else who wants to!

[hollywoods-golden-age-imagines]

Meeting and Dating Cosmo Brown

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Cosmo while attending one of Monumental Studios movie premieres and after parties as a photographer. You were the only one to snap a few photos of the handsome piano player once he arrived which immediately drew his attention to you. And what a sight stood behind those blinding flashes.

- He quickly composed himself and joined the announcer at the microphone just as Don and Lina showed up. He took the opportunity to sneak a long glance at you as you struggled to keep your place in the front of all the pushing cameramen. You finally fell back, dissapointedly giving up as you waited for the event to start.

- It wasn’t until everyone arrived at the after party that he spotted you again, though that wasn’t for lack of trying; he searched the entire dark theater for you. He made a beeline towards where you were stood, dodging people left and right as he did so.

- You looked at him a bit timidly, thinking you might have done something wrong, before he introduced himself to you and started to make conversation.

- He pretty much proceeded to tail you for the rest of the night, speaking with you as you went around snapping photos. You really didn’t mind, it was nice not being completely ignored at an event for once.

- You’d managed to snap a photo of Lina, post-cake throw which he amusedly told you you had to print him a copy of.

- By the end of the night, the two of you were pretty well acquainted. You began to pack your things, saying goodbye to him as you did so, assuming you’d never really see each other again. That was when he slipped you a sheet of paper with his name and number on it, telling you that it was so you could give him “that picture”.

- You smiled, nodded and wished him a goodnight just as your taxi pulled up to take you away.

- A week later and you were meeting up with the man, framed photo in hand and a smile on your face. He was ecstatic when you handed it to him, telling you how great it was and explaining how rotten Lina was most of the time so you didn’t think he was too cruel. He even promised you an opportunity to photograph Don as a thank you which you gladly accepted.

- It was during that photoshoot that he asked you out on a date; partly due to Dons insistence and threats. He was genuinely surprised when you agreed but boy did he look happy when he realized what you said.

- He took you to an amusement park for your first date. The two of you walked around the place riding everything you could, talking to each other and buying small snacks to eat. You wound up kissing his cheek while the two of you rode the Ferris wheel which prompted him to lean over and lay one on you.

- He was half-expecting you to slap him but he was more than glad that you didn’t. Even though the two of you kissed, he was still a little hesitant when asking if you’d be seeing each other again which you found quite adorable. You obviously agreed and soon enough, you were official.

- He likes to give as much pda as he can get away with. He’s so proud of you and wants everyone to now that you’re together. 

- He often calls you “his better half” or just “beautiful”. He’s incredibly fond of pet names and uses them all the time. 

- Your kisses always make him, at least a little, flustered and giddy, especially when he doesn’t expect them. His ears and cheeks turn a cute shade of red whenever you surprise him with one. 

- Complimenting people is something he’s learned to do well over the years but he must admit, he likes complimenting you far more than he does Don, Lina, or anyone else. 

- He’s not too crazy about movies; he deals with them everyday, he prefers to do something else when you’re looking to have a date. 

- Going dancing. Doesn’t matter what music plays; he’ll always be the best one out on the dance floor. 

- Bowling dates. 

- Rollerskating together. 

- Long dates that carry into the late hours of the evening. He’s a sucker for a goodnight kiss no matter how long you’ve been dating. 

- Handholding; he likes to swing your hands back and forth lightly. 

- He’s sort of shy when it comes to girls so it takes him a little while to really warm up to being in a relationship. When you first started dating, he was always unsure of what to do and when to do it. 

- Pecks on the lips and cheeks. 

- You like to jokingly call him a shadow what with him following either you or Don around constantly. 

- He always tries to be as close to you as he can. He just really likes being next to and touching you. 

- Sitting in his lap. Don’t have a chair? This boy will literally kneel on the floor so you can sit on his leg. 

-  He enjoys sleeping with his face in your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist in a hug. It’s a nice view to wake up to. 

- He can make just about anything into a song. You often catch him singing your name while wandering around. 

- Getting to listen to him play piano whenever you want, he thinks the praise and look on your face make it completely worth it. 

- Nobody ever really pays any attention to him so he adores it whenever you do.  He has a tendency to try and make listening to him worth your while; jokes, amusing stories, etc, because he thinks you should be somewhat compensated for doing so since no one else does. You always assure him that he doesn’t have to worry and that he could never bore or disappoint you. 

- He greatly enjoys being able to impress you, showing off his different impressive and comedic skills. He’s really a talented individual. 

- Making faces at each other. 

- Reading The Funnies together. It’s part of your morning routine.

- This man loves to hear you laugh and see you smile; it’s his favorite thing in the entire world. He’s constantly fooling around and telling jokes in an effort to see you do so. He’s a professional jokester so it’s pretty easy for him to have you in stitches. 

- Doing impressions of each other or other people. You may not be as skilled at doing so as he is but he loves it anyway. 

- Getting to hear his stories and the truth behind Don’s actual rise to success. It’s certainly hard to envision Don Lockwood as anything but a movie star though it’s definitely fun to try. 

- He still has a habit of waiting around for his buddy only now he has a girl to do it with. Sometimes you really have to wonder whether he’s in love with the man himself.

- He’s a bit of a smartass so the two of you exchange lovingly snide remarks often.

- He doesn’t get jealous very often, he trusts you wholeheartedly; he sort of has to be able to when you’re around his best friend, he just doesn’t trust other men. Whenever he does get jealous, he either forces himself to act completely friendly or pretends to be friendly while trying to make a fool of the other man. 

- Attending the Monumental Studios events with him. He has fun matching his outfit to yours. 

- Double dates with Kathy and Don. 

- He likes leaning his head on yours whenever you lay your head on his shoulder. He’ll usually press a kiss to your forehead before he does. 

- If you need an idea, without fail, he’s sure to have one. 

- He always has a joke ready but he isn’t afraid to get serious whenever you need him to. 

- A wonderful motivator, Cosmo always knows exactly what to say to cheer you up or get you in the right state of mind. 

- There’s really no better partner in crime than him; always loyal and never jealous of your success. 

- He always seems to be able to look on the bright side of things which helps when things aren’t going well. You can’t help but absorb some of his optimism when you’re feeling down. 

- He’s good at coming up with solutions which is partly why the two of you rarely argue. Who needs to fight when their boyfriend can always create a compromise or fix things?

- He isn’t afraid to apologize whenever he’s wrong, giving you a sincere “sorry” then making a few jokes to cut the tension once everything’s resolved. 

- Saying or hearing “I love you” makes him happy yet bashful. He doesn’t say it often but sometimes he just cant help himself, oftentimes exclaiming it while pulling you excitedly into his arms. 

- He’s certainly planning on tying the knot in the near future. He can’t imagine a life without you. In his eyes, he may have nothing else but at least he has you. 

[dellebecque]

Looking for RP--Aden Dellebecque

In-game: Aden Dellebecque Alias: Aden Aubeaux Race: Miqo’te Seeker of the Sun (X tribe/C tribe) Profession: dragoon, scout/surveyor, hunter

History

Of the Sky

They came many generations ago, sisters and cousins, and the Tias and Keeper men they had met along the way, or if not the men then heavy with the children the wandering men had left them with.  Desperate to break out of their tribal life, full of youthful rage against their lot in life as mothers and hunters and little else, they struck out to find a new way. And find it they did--nothing could be more different than Ishgard.  They set about learning a new way, building a new life, one with dreams of comfort and riches rather than long hunts and far horizons, and even taking on new names: the Aubeaux family, one branch called themselves. In their children’s children no tribal outcast lingered: patriots born, through and through, and obsessed with the social climb as many of low status in Ishgard must become.  And one cage was fully traded for another.

Yet you may take the miqo’te out of the tribe, but you cannot beat the tribe out of him.  Daughters were raised in grace and manners, to catch eyes with their tamed exoticism and curry favor with silver tongues.  Sons had too much wandering blood, too much of the drive to fight for supremacy--which made them perfect candidates to go to war, to seek glory or knighthood in deed.  Sons die young in the Aubeaux family, ground up in the bloody crucible of endless war, and daughters inherit the legacy.

And Aden’s father might have too, if not for a wandering woman of the C tribe, a thief and ne’er-do-well who had been a mercenary for many years before finding employ on some secret errand in Ishgard.  What became of her remains a mystery, but her lover raised their son alone for a few years until he sent him away and disappeared himself.

Serenity

When someone delivered a young child to Nadine Dellebecque and Arild Brewster's farm in the Black Shroud, they knew the worst had befallen a dear friend from their mercenary days. Aden, a letter said his name was, and they took him in and raised him as their own.

Aden had a good life with his adoptive mothers, growing up safe and loved. But he paid too much mind to tales of their time as adventurers, and to Arild's beloved travelogues. He took a little too keenly to Nadine's self defense lessons. He remembered the gleam of his father's lance, even if he insisted he didn’t--he’d seen their disapproving looks when they caught him jumping from the hayloft with a pitchfork, and abandonment had made a naturally quiet, thoughtful child reticent.

But Aden hadn’t forgotten.  He grew up obsessed, asking at every opportunity when his mothers might let him join the lancers guild--because this was all that was left to him.  In pursuing the spear he could be with the father who had sent him away, in spirit if nothing else. Finally he proved a danger to himself if they denied him any longer, and Aden went to Gridania to pursue his heart’s desire.

From the Sky

In his time with the lancers guild Aden caught the eye of a semi-retired dragoon, Flynt Knoltross, who saw in him a shadow of his younger self and perhaps a chance to make things right.  He saw too a familiar face, finally putting truth to the secret Aden had carried for years--his father had been a dragoon, though he had disappeared before Flynt knew him well. Aden pursued his training at a punishing pace, obsession merely growing when the lance offered him a sense of purpose and belonging, a more tangible connection to the place of his birth.  Despite the prejudices of his countrymen Aden meant to prove his worth in the spear, never realizing he was repeating the cruel cycle his father had sent him away to break.

Prove himself he did during the end of the war--but politics forestalled his advancement proper to the ranks of the Knights Dragoon the day of.  He has instead been classified as a reservist, and done everything from scouting and surveying in dangerous territory, to diplomacy and leading reconnaissance teams during the Alliance offensive in Gyr Abania. 

Hooks

Must Love Chocobos

Aden grew up on a chocobo farm, and as such he’s an experienced rider and an expert in caring for them.  He loves chocobos, especially his rather possessive and ornery destrier, Keva. He occasionally returns to the farm to help his mothers as they’re getting on in years, and can be found there at times.  Whenever Keva is stabled somewhere that the grooms don’t already know him, Aden takes care of Keva himself, and it’s another situation that might be easy to encounter him in.

Knives and Lanterns

Aden is a member of the Wandering Tonberry hunt lodge, and when he’s not busy with his duties to Ishgard he’s often taking care of hunts for them or doing other work that needs doing.  He can be found in and around the lodge, or out in the field on hunts.  They’re his found family, and he’s very loyal.

Bookworm

Aden is well-read and consumes books at a rapid pace around the rest of his activities.  The only time he slows down is when he’s in a bookshop or a library, and he’ll easily lose track of time.

The Wanderer

Aden has wanderlust deep in his soul thanks to Arild’s travelogues, especially after an eye-opening moment on the Azim Steppe.  If there’s somewhere strange or wild to explore, he’ll be there.

For the Sky

Aden spends most of his time in service to Ishgard, and those who interact with military elements--particularly with dragoons, military intelligence, or certain sorts of politicians--might have a reason to know him.  Being a miqo’te makes him an excellent scout in locations where someone being visibly Ishgardian might be a problem, but it also leaves him open to the prejudices of his countrymen and makes deploying him on any mission of high visibility a political act.  Those who have benefited from his service have set events in motion that will soon lead to his promotion into the position and title he should have had for years now, and potentially something truly far-flung and dangerous For the Sky….

But for now he remains a dragoon in everything but name, and on familiar shores.

OOC

Playtime: Weekday evenings and weekend days, schedule RP ahead of time (I don’t do walkup unless I’m at an event).  Eastern US time.

FC: Wandering Tonberry Trading Co.

Server: Balmung

Looking for: Friends, adventuring partners, fellow Ishgardians, chocobo fanciers, nerds, travelers, rivals, and enemies.

Tips: Aden is quiet, reserved, and usually very polite.  He’s awkward, anxious, and has trouble speaking to strangers (unless he’s working--but how he got that way is a story all its own).  Persistence pays off, though what lies beneath is not entirely like what you see on the surface--Aden is driven, passionate, and full of a long-held, slow-burning anger.  He’s philosophical and intellectual but a violent adrenaline junkie at the same time. He’s spent a lot of time living inside his own head, observing the outside world and thinking, and a lot of time with his head shoved in a book or alone in the wilderness.  He has abandonment issues and struggles with depression and social anxiety. Rather than a fanatic or obedient loyalist, Aden is a warrior-philosopher.  He’ll follow orders, sometimes without question, but he’ll seriously challenge his superiors when it’s appropriate to do so.  He has a reputation for thinking too much, but still getting the job done. Slice of life isn’t really my thing unless the character is already established as a friend or ally of Aden’s, in which case, sure! I am deeply uninterested in quick romance or uncomplicated relationships.  If reading over all of this calls to you in that regard rather than as a friend, contact, or rival, we can talk, but be warned that I have an extremely low tolerance level for bullshit, and Aden is a complicated person who is not here to play house, and will not tolerate someone who cannot keep up with him in the field--whether that be by force of arms or force of aether is irrelevant.  He’s grey-ace and homosexual/homoromantic.  However, people who are down to get punched in the face for making an advance are always welcome--it could be the start of a beautiful friendship! I’m also very busy IRL, hence being forced to schedule RP in advance.  I have a full time job that sometimes requires overtime, a loving partner I’ve been with for 15 years, a house to take care of, two D&D games, part-time work on a friend’s farm, a HUGE extended family, and am an avid outdoorsman.  There’s a lot to squeeze in there! If we start RPing, please be patient with me. I will do out of game RP on a rare case by case basis.  It used to be my bread and butter, but I’ve discovered as I get busier I’m too unreliable and forcing more realistic expectations on myself as a result.

Contact: Aden Dellebecque or Merrick Lockwood in game; Stormcalled#5187 on discord; or my ask box!

[sunshineandfangs]

Klarosummer - Peach Festival || Waya Owenasa

@klarosummerbingo

I’ve aged up Caroline a few years to make it fit the timeline I wanted, so she’s now born Oct. 10, 1985. Her life is quite different from canon so in the grand scheme of what I’ve changed it doesn’t matter much. Also Bingo again Iol.

She had been nine when she killed for the first time. Following after her friend who followed after a man promising the ripest, sweetest peaches. His flesh had been sweet and hot between her teeth, strangely delicate as blood coated her throat and tongue.

She had been nine when her wolf awakened, three whole months short of the youngest age to survive triggering. And his wolf had been weak. The son of an un-triggered father and human mother, born of one of the more diluted bloodlines. And still he nearly died that first year.

But her wolf had been a wild thing in her chest, from the moment the man’s heart stilled, the last feeble pump of blood against her lips, she could feel her beast in her chest. Already clawing for freedom, howling with want to run and hunt. A descendant of a triggered alpha and in turn a member of one of the original seven bloodlines.

Caroline should have died, torn apart by her very nature.

---

Caroline snagged one of the ripe Georgian peaches from a crate, tracing its soft, fuzzy skin. The fruit had just the right amount of give and she knew it would be bursting with flavor. Taking a bite, the flesh was indeed sweet and juicy on her tongue, a bit warm with the summer sun.

Chewing and swallowing, Caroline continued to nibble on her peach as she weaved among the crowds of humans, just another face in a sea of them, no one paying her any attention.

Something within her gave a little twinge, as she marveled that these oblivious humans had pack when she didn’t. Marveled as she did every year passing through the festival, pretending she was always there because she liked peaches and not because she was remembering.

Her ear twitched, her sensitive hearing catching the tail end of frantic whispers.

“-The Hybrid, he’s hunting wolves.”

“It seems he’s been prowling along the east coast. Be careful.”

The Hybrid, huh?

Chucking the pit of her finished peach into the nearest bin, Caroline almost laughed. She well remembered the shock the more well-informed of the supernatural world all felt when The Klaus was apparently both a wolf and a vamp. As if he hadn’t been terrifying enough to most. Remembered how she felt more hope than fear even as she admonished herself for foolish dreams.

---

Because see, she hadn’t died, then. Back when she was nine on the cusp of ten.

Instead, her father had hunted down a dark talisman to drain her wolf of strength, the poor creature too weak to shift her form when the full moon came calling each month. And on her tenth birthday her father attempted to unbind the artifact from her, only to discover her wolf had devoured that which made it weak. Claiming its power for her own.

Her birthday gift that year was five flatlines, she and her wolf at war as they tried to gain dominance over the other. And in a compromise to survive they found an uneasy middle ground, power absorbed and transferred from wolf to girl as she grew older, struggling to balance her two natures.

---

But it wasn’t a perfect solution.

Her wolf grew too rapidly in strength, attempting to overcome the drain as the girl turned woman was flooded with feral power, sometimes feeling more lupine than human even as she walked on two legs not four.

The witches called her an abomination. So did the wolves, the handful she encountered. Vampires, she avoided and the few she had met either left her presence oblivious or dead from her envenomed fangs.

And now she was dying, some fifteen or so years late perhaps. Her mortality making her body too weak to keep up.

So, if the newfound Hybrid was hunting for wolves...

Well, then she intended to hunt for him.

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Caroline swallowed a scream of frustration, her naked and dirt streaked body surrounded by corpses. 

Once again she had been too late, having been a step behind the Hybrid ever since the peach festival two months ago. She had been so close this time too, maybe only hours behind, when the full moon caught up to her.

She and her wolf may be far more in sync than most, but not even she could negotiate like that. The whole lack of verbal speech a bit of a problem.

Although, she thought looking around at the camp of dead werewolves, perhaps it’s better I never managed to catch up.

Caroline walked over to the nearest body, knelt down in the dirt to examine their pained expression. Eyes red and bulging, congealed blood cooled in thick trails from their eyes, nose, and mouth. Clearly, something had gone wrong. Instead of turning as Klaus must have hoped they died instead. Quite horribly from what she could see.

She pursed her lips in thought before she turned to stalk back toward her stowed car. Plans being formed and discarded as she walked. She would find Klaus, but hanging back until surviving the transition was ensured certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Surviving Klaus would be another matter of course.

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Caroline bit her lip even as she internally scolded herself for the tell, nervous despite herself as she stared at the perfectly normal front door.

It had taken Klaus a week to work out how to successfully turn wolves. Frankly, impressive even by Caroline’s high standards. His first triumph though was that Lockwood boy, an infant of a wolf. So, she had hung back until she witnessed a few more successful turnings. Watched as wolves of all ages rose from death with new fangs.

Now, she was standing on Klaus’ doorstep, certainly not a thing she had ever expected to do, gathering her courage to ring the doorbell. But she had a feeling he knew she was there and she refused to show anymore weakness. 

Her finger jabbed the little white button, muffled but cheery chimes echoing from beyond the door.

A moment passed. Two. And then a rush of displaced air sounded in the silence.

The door opened.

A tall brunet stood in the entryway, one of Klaus’ earlier made hybrids. With his brown hair and eyes, he was neither particularly attractive nor particularly intimidating.

She stared directly into his eyes, her chin lifted.

“I wish to speak with Klaus.”  

He glowered at her.

“Who do you think you are? To demand an audience with-”

His growls were cut off as they both heard a voice sound from somewhere deeper in the house.

“Let her in, Tony.”

Caroline raised a pointed eyebrow, gracefully stepping past Tony’s form when he barely shifted in place. She could feel him right behind her, though she paid him no mind as she wandered in the direction the voice had sounded.

Eventually she came to her destination, the space open concept and a blend of sitting room, dining room, and kitchen. Her eyes immediately settled on the man who had to be Klaus, as even casually sprawled in a chair his form radiated power.

He didn’t look up as she entered, seeming to be contemplating a glass of bourbon, though he obviously knew she was there.

“You may go, Tony,” he dismissed, taking a sip of his drink after he spoke. It took a few more swallows for him to finish the glass, all the while refusing to acknowledge her.

It left both the woman and the wolf bristling, on the precipice of snapping out something likely unwise. Right before she could snarl though, the man looked up, setting his glass on the table beside him as he contemplated her instead.

“You’re either very brave or very stupid, little wolf.” He rose from his seat then, his steps slow and predatory as he shortened the distance between them. “I find myself rather curious that you have sought me out. The rumors tend to send your kind running not straight to my door.”

Klaus struck a far more attractive and intimidating figure than Tony, but Caroline met his gaze all the same. She refused to submit so easily.

Instead, she gave a casual roll of her shoulders, shrugging as if she had not a care in the world. “I can’t speak for other wolves. They don’t tend to like me much, really.” 

And then she decided to be blunt. The worst he was likely to do to some no-name wolf was kill her, which meant nothing seeing as she was a dead woman walking. 

A dead woman walking with nothing to lose. Her human mother loved her in her own way, but didn’t know what to do with her. Her father was long dead, having gotten in over his head while he tried to hunt down increasingly esoteric solutions to her problem. And no friends to speak of.

“I’m dying, Klaus,” she said, “and what limited accelerated healing I have is not enough.” She continued to stare him dead in the eye, letting him read her sincerity. “I don’t want to die.”

---

Klaus silently regarded the odd blonde wolf in front of him. Her claims were certainly curious, but a bit suspicious too. What wolf landed in his lap, all but begging him to turn her?

He continued to stare at her as he thought, a bit impressed when she simply stood impassive, refusing to squirm or fidget. And then, he came to a decision, saying nothing as he stepped behind her. She tensed, but didn’t turn to face him, recognizing it as the test it was.

It would be a shame to let such daring, loveliness simply die, supposing her story was true. And if it wasn’t, if it was some plot, then she would be bound to him and susceptible to his compulsion.

His fangs descended as he bit into his forearm with a wet crunch, filling the air with the scent of his magic-seeped blood. He wrapped an arm around the she-wolf’s waist, pulling her back against him as he set the rapidly closing wound against her lips.

She drank, almost kittenish licks turning to greedy, gulping mouthfuls. And he smirked in response, delighted by her bloodthirst.

He had a feeling he might like this one.

Crack

Her neck snapped and she slumped against him, his fingers petting where he had gripped her jaw. Shifting over to place her body on the settee, he brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face. He grinned down at her temporarily dead form, something wild and feral glinting in his gold-ringed eyes.

Welcome to eternity, little wolf.

---

Author’s Note: Title means “Wolf Home” in Cherokee as that’s supposedly where Inadu came from. I took the phonetic spelling/sound from Cherokee.org which has a lexicon by word translation. The actual script is apparently something like this: ᏩᏯ ᎣᏪᏅᏒ. Also fyi, since I had the rest of canon occur at the same time, only Caroline born earlier she’s 24 in this story.

[annabcll]

MEDALION RAHIMI / CIS FEMALE. — annabel majidi is really making a name for themselves as a tier 2 shepherd. i think that she is studying english + investigative journalism in their junior year at lockwood, living in audax. originally from new york city, new york, anna is known to be diligent & adroit, but can also be cynical & austere. — james / 20 / est / she/they.

4/5 !!! so close !! anna doesn’t really have ... any changes to her, except for her connections to the victims section so :^)

TW POVERTY, CAR ACCIDENT, INJURY, DEATH MENTION, GRIEF MENTION

a e s t h e t i c s

falling feathers darkened at the tips, leather jackets and pinstripes, red trenchcoats and plaid skirts, worn ballet shoes covered in dust, smudged eyeliner and unruly hair, boxing gloves, ornate canes and pain medication, bandaged hands, classical music floating throughout an empty ballroom, bomber jackets and cropped tees, spilled ink and stained hands, glasses skewed, sneers and jabs, constant fighting, smog in a city, spotlights and encores, piles of books and a long line, backless dresses and sitting alone at a bar, wariness.

general info !!

full name: annabel odeda majidi

nickname(s): anna, annie (hates), anna banana (father, exclusively)

b.o.d. - october 31st. scorpio child.

label(s): the catalyst, the charlatan, the crepehanger, the minefield

height: 5′6″

hometown: nyc, ny

sexuality: bisexual

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biography !!

born to two high schoolers who never married, firoj majidi and parvana banai. they were head over heels for each other - when firoj graduated he took up two jobs alongside community college to support their family, until parvana graduated and took on the arts.

growing up was tough - living in the city wasn’t cheap, parvana’s art rarely sold and the two often went without eating in order to provide for annabel. as a child she’d often wear hand-me-downs from extended family.

was taught to be a hard worker and it was reflected in her schoolwork - anna excelled in all her classes but especially english. her love for writing grew at a young age, and as a child she saved up enough money to buy herself proper journals.

the only thing that she grew more passionate towards than writing was ballet - she caught the image of girls flying through the air and landing on their toes in the window of a dance studio on a walk home from school one day and that was it - something clicked inside of her.

that same day she would spend hours prancing about their tiny apartment, trying to mimic what she’d seen. it was easy to spot the passion anna had for the dance - and within a few months they had saved up enough money for a month’s worth of lessons.

anna was ecstatic - her slippers were old and found in the back of a thrift store by an odd miracle, but she put her all into the lessons regardless. she was quick to pick up on each move, and by the end of the month it was clear that anna had a natural talent.

parvana picked up a job in order for them to keep affording the lessons, month after month - they weighed down on their pockets, but it kept anna happy.

flash forward a few years - life was good. money was still a struggle but they were tight knit.

or rather, anna thought they were tight knit.

firoj and parvana split up when anna was twelve - an event that rocked the young girl’s world, something that she couldn’t understand. they had kept up a front of love when anna was home from school or ballet - but behind doors, they had been growing apart.

anna viewed their separation as parvana running off with another man - an art collector who had a fascination with paravana’s paintings. she viewed this as the end of the world. she viewed this as the death of love.

when anna was twelve, she swore she would never fall in love - refused to believe in its existence. she couldn’t wrap her mind around the simple separation.

her father got a third job in order to keep up with payments, and anna pushed herself in both ballet and school - not being able to handle an empty apartment. she decided to get a job - to help ease her father, but was too young.

so anna decided to do what any average 12 year old would do. she started scamming people.

she’d sell store-bought lemonade as if it were homemade, stole ceramics from art class and sold them to neighbors. she found an old girl scouts uniform in the back of a goodwill and for the next month, she sold knock-off girl scout cookies from the dollar store - going door to door.

her personality had changed drastically - anna went from a sweet, optimistic girl with warm brown eyes and an infectious laugh to cold, calculated, and downright cruel. she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

she got an invitation to a prestigious private school, full scholarship, before she hit high school - originally wanted to reject it as the thought of being surrounded by new york’s richest teens was appalling, but their ballet program was a one-way ticket into the american ballet theatre. anna ultimately accepted the scholarship.

high school was immediately hell for her - pretentious rich kids who all shared a collective brain cell and her secondhand uniform being a prime target for them.

ballet got extremely competitive - anna was a threat to every dancer in their program, bullying and sabotage became standard - but anna retaliated when possible.

this all, however, suddenly stopped when anna picked up her latest scam: faking psychic. through a small network of ‘bees’ she’d pay to gather information (gossip, rumors, etc. etc.) she was able to accurately ~see~ into students’ past, present, and potentially future affairs. the money was very worth it.

from that point forward, people were intimidated by her.

when anna was 16 she was handpicked to join the american ballet theatre’s studio company, alongside 11 other lucky individuals. her dream from that point forward was to become the youngest principal ballerina for abt - and she was going to start by winning over the role of clara in their production of the nutcracker.

she was 17 when she was chosen, much to the dismay of the other girls. she had momentarily quit her ‘psychic’ business in order to dedicate the entirety of her time towards rehearsals & practice.

the final week before her first performance as clara, anna got into a car accident heading home after another tiresome rehearsal. knocked unconscious, anna woke up three days later with no recollection of the accident - and her leg freshly operated on.

it was a devastating event that should had killed her - maybe she would had been better off if it had - but instead, it had effectively destroyed any chances of her dancing professionally.

it took two months of extensive physical therapy for anna to walk again - now relying heavily on a cane.

with ptsd and depression weighing heavily on her shoulders, anna turned back to writing - mostly as a coping mechanism, but it soon became the fierce passion it once was when she was younger.

for the remainder of her high school life, anna dedicated the majority of her time towards recovery, her writing, and directing her school’s theatre productions. oh - and claiming that almost dying had given her the gift of mediumship. it wasn’t too far off from her psychic claims - her peers believed it well enough to either stay away, or pay her for a small amount of comfort.

decided to go to lockwood after graduation in order to stay somewhat close to her father - she’s here on a full scholarship for her dual-major in english & investigative journalim

is in midst of writing her first book, based heavily on her experiences as a scholarship student at a private school, YA fiction, essentially - mostly just to dip her toes in the water and to try and become an established author. if it goes well, it’ll become a series.

the watershed app captured her attention immediately, and she’s been slowly trying to work her way up the tiers of shepherds. finds it completely fascinating, and uses it to help with her psychic business.

still can’t dance any longer, but she works as a ballet assistant for one of the dance instructors.

personality !!

lives in audax, where things break A Lot. she’s usually seen threatening RAs and maintenance men until they fix whatever problems. :^)

that being said - she’s not the friendliest person. knows what she wants and how to get it, and will not hesitate to use people or push them out of her way in order to achieve her goals.

her cutthroat nature was the reason for her success in academics and dance - tends to intimidate the students in the ballet classes she helps out in.

horribly stubborn - if she’s got an idea of you already in her mind, then it’s hard to convince her otherwise.

still uses a cane - in fact, she can’t really walk without it - unless she wants to be in pain.

it’s sturdy, ornate, and pretty fucking solid. doubles as a weapon if need be - has definitely … hit people with it before, though she’s calmed down now that she’s a little older.

used to be very angry, very defensive as a teenager - is still the same, just … less intense. will not hesitate to speak her mind and let her opinions known - especially in the face of injustice.

doesn’t really have the best … relationship with authority, mainly because of where she was raised and her con-artist businesses. tends to be snarky and sarcastic to anybody in charge - or really, anybody in general.

pretty distrusting, pretty emotionless on the outside, doesn’t like to be seen as weak or somebody to be pitied. keeps herself closely guarded and doesn’t really let others ‘inside’ due to her own comfort levels.

she’ll sleep around but dating is out of the question, for the most part - she’s been on a few blind dates, a few casual get-togethers - but she’s always the one to break things off. is more of a careful hook-up kind of gal.

still does her psychic medium business !! sometimes she wonders if she’s a bad person because of it - but ultimately, it’s on her customers for believing in all that nonsense anyway. anna herself is a skeptic - doesn’t believe in anything unless she can see it and feel it.

is actually … a pretty sentimental person, doesn’t take anything she’s got for granted, and is hugely appreciative of her father. sends him money when she can. hasn’t spoken to her mother in years - pretty sure she’s got a step / half-sibling or two but she’s never met them.

a lone wolf and likes it that way, but she isn’t super opposed to friendship - even if she won’t necessarily call anybody a friend. appreciates others who are similar to her - got their head on right, and knows what they want in life.

has a pretty bad fear of driving - will uber if she needs to go anywhere - even then, being in cars makes her pretty anxious. still has ptsd-induced panic attacks, though she’s managed them pretty well.

doesn’t really do drugs! will smoke weed to ease the ache and her nerves, but otherwise she only takes what is prescribed for her. doesn’t drink anything hard, either. big fan of beer and wine. probably gets wine drunk home alone late at night … like … two times a week.

goes between being high strung and uncaring - she’s not especially moody ( rather, is just consistently angry for whatever reasons ) but she definitely tries to bottle everything up.

probably keeps pepper spray on her at all times, even though she’s got her cane. has a gun hidden in her dorm, cat ear brass knuckles on her keychain. she’s not paranoid, she just likes being prepared.

kind of wants to write a novel based off of watershed so! she takes a lot of notes - tends to be very observant.

has a soft spot for children, animals, and soft women. kind of person who will put herself in the line of danger in order to protect others - even if she doesn’t necessarily know them too well.

also the kind of person who’ll set something on fire - or do something because you’ve told her not to. incredibly spiteful when wronged. will raise hell if need be.

morally ambiguous tbh.

connections to the victims !!

tatiana samuels / mutually disliked each other and they’d avoid one another if possible. nobody is quite sure of why - some say it’s because tatiana was skeptical of anna’s psychic business, others say it’s because tatiana had gotten a bad fortune predicting her death.

george craig iii / once a friend of anna’s due to their similar personalities - their friendship was ended because of tatiana. once again - it isn’t quite known why, but it’s been hinted that tatiana had made george choose between her friendship & anna’s. tatiana had been the obvious choice, and that was that.

hana williams / a friend & a client, anna would regularly do tarot readings for hana. after tatiana, anna had tried to keep her readings positive.

christoph wainwright / enemies due to christoph pushing her buttons and generally just rubbing her the wrong way, her own suspicions leading to a natural defense against him, which he reflected.

wanted connections !!

maybe … a roommate?

acquaintances. people who’ve seen her around campus and are curious. people who’ve seen her like … kick someone’s tire in a small fit of rage or spend 20 minutes trying to coax a cat into coming near her so she could pet it.

someone from new york who recognizes her from whatever !! whether it’s from newspaper details of her incident, her legacy at her private school, her legacy as a ballerina before her incident, etc. etc.

has taken up boxing recently - so somebody whose helping her at the gym?

someone who tried to like. help her cross the road or something because they saw her with her cane and she yelled at them so now they’re in this weird spot.

dance students !! if somebody does ballet - she might be helping them.

someone she’s soft for for whatever reason :/

hookups !! of any sort !! the kind where you never talk outside of it, or a hate-fuck scenario … anything !!

customers who come to her for psychic readings and like. comfort in the form of talking to the dead.

people skeptical of her !! maybe trying to ruin her in some way.

other shepherds. someone higher up that she’s trying to manipulate in some way for her own benefits.

a drunk one night stand that neither wants to talk about.

a pregnancy scare with another, separate one night stand! it turned out to be nothing, but there was some. weirdness. between them afterwards.

a blind date or two dnfjgkmh

someone she ghosted :/

ok ok ok so … back when anna was an older muse, she was fresh out of a broken off engagement b/c her husband-to-be cheated on her … so i kinda want … smth similar to happen to her again ? y’know. make her fall in love. break her heart. ruin her again. it’d b fun ! angst is fun !

someone she’s like, protected from a creep at a bar or a club ! and now they feel indebted towards her and she’s just like uuuh no. stop.

annoyances !!

like … maybe a pal or two, or three. mainly just people she gets along with !!

on the other end - something where they just. despise each other for whatever reason. pure hatred.

hatred but make it sexy.

a dealer because even though she can get medical marijuana … it’s good to have a lil extra on ya :)

people She’s suspicious of for whatever reason - someone she caught doing something. suspicious. untrustworthy.

someone where their mail keeps getting mixed up.

uuh really im down for anything !!

[saigeboredeaux-blog]

( cisfemale ) haven’t seen NAEVA BARABESI around in a while. the NAOMI SCOTT lookalike has been known to be (+) STEADFAST & (+) JUDICIOUS, but SHE can also be (-) CHARY & (-) DETACHED. The 21 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in ANTHROPOLOGY. I believe they’re living in POTENTAS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( james! 20. EST. she/they. )

hello hello ! i’m james and this is my baby naeva !! she’s an oldie but also ... a new..ie ?? let’s just say it’s been a hot minute since i’ve awoken her ! i’ll probably pick up another muse at some point b/c that’s Who I Am and it was already a struggle figuring out who to bring in first so jskjdflg (except ik who i’d bring in for my second muse :~) ) anyways !! let’s get right into it !

TW: implications of illness.

a e s t h e t i c s

black a-line dresses and black oxford shoes and their light tapping against polished floors, parental expectations and eyerolls beginning lectures, sunglasses under fluorescent lights and the same old tired excuses. driving drunk friends so there’s a reason to say no, laughing off backhanded remarks and clinking of glasses, that old vintage watch that no longer functions but the presence brings a comfort like no other. tossing and turning and waking up and falling asleep--vicious cycles in a battle between dreams and reality. knowledge, and the ever-ending thirst to learn more--love for the surrounding world and an undying will to live. noses in books and the peaking gazes from underneath so, curiosity peaking and a longing to feel alright in one’s skin.

general info !!

full name: naeva ornella barabesi

nickname(s): to be determined t b h

b.o.d. - september 1st, 21 yrs old, virgo

label(s): the facade, the pastiche, the prevaricator, the salubrious

height: 5′6″

hometown: lecce, italy

sexuality: brave of u to assume naeva even know

her stats can be found HERE

and her pinterest can be found HERE !!

biography !!

to those her parents boast to, naeva is a miracle child by all means. guests told that she was born perfect--silent out the womb, easy as day to care for after years of trying for child with no avail; an angel taking vessel in their baby daughter. she is born to liars.

born to old money invested in hedge funds and the vice president of an international bank, surrounded by old buildings of exquisite architectural design--the barabesi family lived lavishly. this is not a lie. their mansions and sports cars and boastful superiority is all, undoubtedly real.

a child born with ailments to last her lifetime is a precious miracle who needs to stay quiet when mommy and daddy are bragging to their guests.

being oh so fragile only meant a lack of socialization except for when it’s convenient--the endless faces of specialists, or tutors, or her parents’ friends.

they love their daughter, yes, but after years and years of building perfect empires and fitting the mold they’ve so desperately tried to label themselves--god be damned if little naeva wasn’t their golden star right from the moment she was born.

born and, for a short time, living in lecce, italy--the barabesi family soon moved to the states in pursue of the best of the best doctors. specifically, cold spring, new york.

small enough to go undisturbed, the young girl spent her time learning and learning; whether it were numbers or vague history or what to take on what days and how to turn a cough into a smile.

and being treated as far too fragile--too delicate, as if she could shatter if you so dared look at her for too long.

eventually, the vicious cycle shifted to a life manageable. though still feeling as if she walked on eggshells, naeva could attend elementary school.

sure, it was stressful--but god, it was her life; she was not a burden, no matter the circumstance and no matter what ailed her.

years passed as naeva juggled the golden child act--attending school, her parents’ little parties, her after school lessons, endless doctor appointments--a blur, in all honesty. a near comfortable routine.

it wasn’t until naeva was in high school that she got a little, well, restless

routine is good, yes--but she was a girl who wanted to live a life where she didn’t have to worry about her health.

it were small things at first, skipping class to read in the library (how very rebellious, wow) and staying out of her house as much as possible without raising suspicions--whether it was stopping at the convenience store after violin or purposely hitting as many red lights as possible.

though naeva seemed to spiral her senior year, really, that’s when it became an issue.

unraveling quickly for reasons she really couldn’t fathom, she felt as if she wasn’t living enough.

going to parties instead of the library, committing vandalism with newly acquired friends, ignoring all the don’ts that came with being her and getting just. absolutely plastered.

it was at one of these parties, a college party nonetheless--where naeva met tatiana samuels.

the girl fascinated an impressionable naeva in a way she didn’t understand--it grew into a friendship, and for the rest of the year; if tatiana was at a party, so was naeva.

but of course--reality got to the best of naeva and when her health crumbled, she withdrew. canceled her bad girl subscription; practically swore it off.

it hadn’t helped that the entire situation had thoroughly freaked out her parents, and suddenly, naeva was six again. back to the basics. this time, however, naeva thought that just maybe, it was for the best.

her parents practically forced her to attend lockwood (not that she really minded) in order to keep her close to home--even so, naeva is living as independently as she can.

personality

it’s sort of easy to mistake naeva for a very serious kinda woman; y’know, no laughs or jokes or inappropriate behavior.

it’s the air around her, really; cool, calm, and collected; aloof yet confident, eyes so dark y’can’t tell if they’re judging or commending you. always seen with a yeti in hand, undoubtedly filled with decaf coffee--booties and tights and tasteful blazers. she’s your fourth grade substitute teacher that wouldn’t let you talk during free time.

but well, it’s a mistake.

she’s responsible and rational and work-oriented but god, does she value humor and amusement and all the good little things in life.

maybe she’s not the funniest person around, but she’ll attempt banter with you--and if you’re passionate about something she’ll hear you out; hell, she’ll support your excitement, maybe even share some of her own passions. naeva is constantly amused, even if her mouth’s set in a hard line.

she studies anthropology because of her love for human life and culture; her minor’s in sociology for god’s sake. naeva loves life, loves liveliness, loves people who feel intensely--naeva’s got a lot of love in her.

it’s a shame she’s so afraid to let people in.

don’t get it wrong--she’ll cozy right up to you but...is she really? or is she just letting you see what she wants you to see? it pains her, as somebody who feels so much, to act so...distant? she by no means gives off a cold air, but she’s the kind of gal you know without really knowing.

god, naeva is so scared. it hurts, sometimes, how scared shitless she is--the events happening in lockwood, secrets being revealed--the possibility that hers will be one day out in the opened without her consent. she just wants to live her life. she really, really, just wants to live.

‘course, she keeps it very very contained. her friends must not know how goddamn stressed she is, at all times of the day--the woman hates pity. she’s been pitied since birth. she wants no more of it.

it’s precisely why she keeps her medical history so hidden. she isn’t ashamed of her life, no, she’s alive and that’s what matters--but the pity. imagined or not--the thought of it is unbearable. maybe it’s silly, maybe a little too irrational for a girl considered so...rational, but, she can’t help it.

it’s not anybody’s business anyway--she tells herself, at least--

it’s led to her lying a lot--unnecessary, but she panics often--when she disappears from school for an extended amount of time, it’s because of family drama or events or public appearances or whatnot.

which, sometimes really gets to her--she’s supposed to be dependable, reliable, trustworthy--goddammit, and she can’t even do that. she’s just a girl with a lot of excuses up her sleeve and one day she’s going to run out.

don’t get her wrong though ! she’s not a passive person, y’know, just because she can be quiet and distant. if she sees an injustice she will speak out about it--she’s got a lot of opinions, and is pretty much ready to attack you with words.

tl;dr - kind and a Pal whilst keeping a distance--always stressed but [laugh track] you’ll never know. she’s also a big nerd when it comes to cultures and just. learning in general. loves history and sociology and anthropology and all that. like...a mom friend? very responsible, will be the designated driver Always and take care of you, it’s just...you only really know what she wants you to know, and she’s a lil bit of a liar. Big Smart, is always amused. not as serious as you’d think.

OH! and she’s very noncommittal in the relationship-sense. like...she’s probably dated around a little bit but the longer it lasts the more tense she gets and more often than not she breaks things off.

disclaimer!

illnesses can be a very sensitive topic and i promise i’m not being vague about it without reason: i’ll be going into it for a task. i’m always cautious on how i portray it, so please let me know when and where i can better myself if something feels off ! the last thing i want to do is come off as inaccurate.

i also was going to do a fun fact/headcanon section but my brain? big dumb and i literally forgot everything i wanted to write so lmao. one of these days, expect a lil headcanons thing. but for now ...

OH! here’s a fun fact! she’s rich as FUCK. that is all, good day.

wanted connections

god give me everything

like i’m really up for anything.

give her a best friend! somebody who really truly knows her

or somebody who Thinks they really know her tehehehfgjfghj

let her mom friend others! be the parental figure in this relationship!

fake friends b/c she’s got money.

study buddies!

people she tutors!

somebody who lets her be a lil’ wild, loosen up.

on the other end: let her keep somebody rooted! a good influence.

ex partners! on good or bad terms??

hook ups! one night stands! fwbs!

ex-hookups ! one night stands that lead to awkward encounters

a thorn in her side, an absolute Annoyance.

on the other hand, let me use naeva to badger your characters. let Her be the annoyance.

enemies? for whatever reason ??

on-and-off-agains!

will they won’t they?

ex-friends! ex-friends trying to fix their friendship!

tense relationships!

oh, your mail keeps getting mixed with mine ?? wth ?? we don’t even have similar names ??

conspiracy theory buds!

STOP running INTO ME on ur morning JOGS u PRICK i’m trying to WALK HERE

purposely stealing the last like...breakfast sandwich in the food court just to be that asshole

bickering. just lots of bickering.

somebody who is just suspicious of naeva’s lil lies n is like HMM and she’s like OH NO U DON’T

somebody she rly wants to be close with but just :) refuses :)

anything unrequited. anything one-sided. love or hate or platonic idc i want it all.

pls n thank.

like this n i’ll msg you of course !!

[maggotmouth]

     hullo it nora, back for more mess. this unhinged little nightmare is cecily who i first birthed around 3 years ago and i am so excited to finally be playing her again. feral wolf girl who loves silk babydoll dresses and bubblegum but would also cut your femoral artery if she was bored. is the eptome of that “somethin dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls” trope. amma crellin meets harley quinn meets addy hanlon.  ( pinterest )

APP.

( nora. 22. gmt. she / her. ) it might be HER FRESHMAN year but I still think CECILY DE ROSA looks exactly like FREYA MAVOR and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they’re 19 and studying THEATRE while living in FIDELIS here at Lockwood. The GEMINI can be rather PUCKISH and CANDID, but also kind of SELF-CENTRED and HYSTERICAL. Their most played song on Spotify was CELL BLOCK TANGO by CATHERINE ZETA JONES AND THE COMPANY OF CHICAGO, so I think that says a lot.

BACKGROUND.

tw death suicide murder proceed w caution

born as ‘lamia romana’ in italy to catholic parents. her father was a struggling alcoholic and incredibly depressed. when cece was 4, and her brother was 3 her father fed the gas pipe through the back of their car whilst they prepared to go on their family holiday because he knew suicide would leave his wife and children penniless so he decided the most selfless thing would be to take them with him

cecily (lamia) and her brother luc by some miracle survived the accident, but were left orphaned. they were sent to a convent where they were raised by nuns. cece was incredibly religious. it became her whole life. she was devoted to god completely, almost crazed, because in the absence of parents she transferred the need for a guider and protector onto this spiritual other evoked by her religious beliefs.

she always had a strained relationship w her brother because she believed he wasn’t as devoted to catholicism as she was. when she was 13 he claimed that god wasn’t real and that she was a freak, and in a violent rage cecily thrust a crucifix through his throat. it was completely out of character for her. she screamed until her throat went dry. eventually,  when the nuns managed to tear her away from her brother’s body, she was taken to a psychiatric hospital in manhattan where she stayed for two years. driven to madness, she convinced herself that she had been possessed by the devil the moment she killed her brother, and soon she began to accept her fate, as not holy, like she had anticipated, but in fact it’s ungoldy antithesis

when she was released, she was adopted by an american distant aunt and uncle and sent to a manhattan boarding school under the new name ‘cecily de rosa’. see also: st. trinnians. lifted of any religious obligation, cecily grew wild. she delighted in acting up, cheeking her superiors, causing havoc and chaos, terrifying the other girls. sex became her weapon – she would seduce the boys from the local comprehensive and drop them like flies. to her, it was merely a game. 

uses sex as a weapon, a way in which to manipulate men, having filmed sexual liasons with both a former acting coach and a TA to use for the purposes of blackmail. 

 her expulsion from school was threatened after she streaked the school naked and doused in pig blood, but her academic prowess was an asset to the school, so they learnt to put up with her antics. she applied for yale but didn’t get in.

 she atended juliard for a year but was thrown out for indecency

theatre-wise, one of Cecily’s most commendable traits is her sheer tenacity and lack of inhibition – she is willing to do whatever it takes to climb to the top, and kick as many other people down as necessary on her way there. tthis unhinged hunger for success was evidenced when, in her breakout role, cecily played Tamora in Titus Andronicus. feeling the presentation of one of shakespeare’s most terrifying women was ‘pussy-footed’ and dulled down for a male audience, cecily took matters into her own hands, and during the famous banquet scene where Tamora is fed her own sons, she ate a pig’s heart live on stage – receiving both awestruck and horrified press reviews for her performance -- and getting expelled from her drama school. (thats why she is now at lockwood)

she is in a sorority house n the gymnastic squad. she speaks fluently in four languages. the kind f sociopathic lana del rey writes songs about. 

was raised Roman Catholic, and although she is now estranged from religion, it’s still an integral part of her identity. She holds it partially responsible for the need to repress emotion she still experiences. The only time she allows herself to truly feel, without perceiving it as a weakness, is when she’s performing

cecily was raised with dual-nationality and is multi-lingual. Her parents frequently spoke both Italian and English around the house, leading cecily to do the same. She is also somewhat familiar with Latin, having studied it alongside Literature, Contemporary Dance and Theatre at a manhattan-based performing arts boarding school.

ethereal wood elf. plays flute and does ballet. her favourite tv shows are making a murderer and dance moms. she is big on Tchaikovsky and Bukowski. poetry to cecily is soup of the soul, despite the fact that the only things she really feels are apathy and mild disgust. her poems mostly centre around the beauty of violence -- writing about it often prevents her from committing violent acts -- and also her cat.

loves gettin fucked up. always high on sometin -- cocaine, ecstasy, love, her own ego.

had her first taste of alcohol at 15 and has stayed fond of spirits ever since. likes literature of the macabre, isn’t fond of social media, and loves knee high socks and glitter. she bites her nails, will only take cold showers, and doesn’t drink coffee. loves cats. is vegan.

she sleeps like a cat, regularly but short amounts of time, and is usually found awake at night stalking the streets in the pursuit of self-destruction. she views herself as pansexual because she is attracted to people rather than genders but she thinks men are trash. probably biromantic or homoromantic. she loves the chase. she likes meaningless sexual liasons, but if hearts are broken in the process, even better. hearts are breakable and she believes those who have them are foolish.

aesthetic:  peroxide hair in a bathtub, bleach, glittery socks under spaghetti strap heels, silk slip dresses, glitter smeared beneath eyes, split knuckles, nose bleeds, a bubble of blue gum snapped against cherry flavoured lips, orange peel, knee-high socks, tartan two-piece skirt and blazers, kate moss posters ripped out of vogue, littering a bedroom wall, yearbook photos tacked together with red thread, clip in highlights, stick on earrings, french music humming from a crackly gramophone, a hip flask covered with hello kitty stickers

PLOTS.

i currently have NO PLOTS for her so everything is open. if you want a cousin / ex-lover / friend with benefits  / bully, or are dying for a specific connection, let me know or like this post and i will msg you!! LOVE U ALL xoxo

more plots all of these are plagiarised:

“you were drunk and you climbed in through my apartment window and I’m not really sure how you managed it because not only is the fire escape broken but you are really fucking plastered wtf please, teach me your skills?”

“i set your kitchen on fire ‘by accident’ because i hate your guts, and you know it was me but you have no evidence”

“we’re in a breakfast club style all day detention”

“you came over for ‘help studying’ and my roommate came home five minutes after we were done hooking up and you got roped into a conversation about her dogs and everyone is uncomfortable”

“we’re friends but it’s a really toxic relationship made up of trying to one up each other all the time”

“I caught you writing gay porn in the library and now you’re terrified i’ll tell everyone, but really i’m just waiting for the next instalment”

“i asked you to help me sneak my cat into my dorm but we got caught by the janitor and now we’re both in the principal’s office”

“you saw me come back to my apartment covered in blood one night, but you’ve never asked about it because you’re scared that yours might be the next blood i’m covered in”

“you broke into my apartment while I was out for whatever reason and when I came home I knocked you out and now you’re unconscious on my floor and idk what to do?”

“i just decked you in the face because i’m drunk and you were pissing me off but ow my hand really fucking hurts i think i might have broke it and oh look your nose is bleeding and now we’re both sitting awkwardly in the hospital while i glare at you from across the room. but wait are you giving me sex eyes?? stop that i’m supposed to mad at you??”

“you keep dragging suspicious sacks up to and down from your apartment and I don’t know what your deal is or why I still wanna bone you”

“we’re in the same rocky horror troupe”

“i stayed over at your house and woke you up in the middle of the night to have sex while your roommate is asleep and every time, your room mate yells “STOP FUCKING, JESUS CHRIST” right when we’re about to finish”

“we used to have a thing but  now we hate each others guts and can’t be in the same room without yelling at one another”

“i had a drunk one night stand with your brother last year and i threw up in your room, and now we’re in a class together and it’s really awkward.”

[whitewitchdani]

Infinitely Different: Chapter 11

Read Chapter 10 Here

Word Count: 3,640 (oops)

Pairing: Winchester!Sister Reader x ???

Warnings: language, angst, canon typical violence

A/N: Chapter 11 is here! And it’s really long (sorry not sorry). It’s worth it I promise. PSA if it is in italics, it happened in the past! I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think and let me know if you’d like to be tagged! 

Infinitely Different Masterlist

You reluctantly heeded Stefan’s advice and set off for the Mikaelson Manor. The whole time you were praying that Klaus wasn’t there, and that your stomach would calm down enough that you wouldn’t throw up from nerves. You rarely got nervous anymore, so the feeling was foreign. But from what you had heard Klaus was a force to be reckoned with, and a hunter showing up at his home looking for his brother would probably not be received well.  

Men, relationships, love; you had no experience with these things. You had one boyfriend in high school and Dean ran him off fairly quickly. After that, it was a lot of lonely nights and a few racy ones in the cheap motel rooms of backwater towns across the continental U.S. 

It was unfathomable to you that these two men could want anything to do with you. You, Y/N Winchester: a rugged hunter who drank too much, was covered in scars, and had enough family issues to make Dr. Phil cringe. Although, if there was anyone who could understand the struggles of the life you led, it would be those two. 

You had allowed Stefan to drive your car back to the boarding house, with the promise of death if she had even the slightest ding, so you could walk your way to the Mikaelson Manor. It was a decent distance from the falls, but you didn’t mind. You needed the time to think and walking through the woods always gave you a sense of calm and clarity. 

Your mind wandered to Damon as you trudged through the woods of Mystic Falls. God, why did he have to drop this bomb on you? It came out of nowhere! You hadn’t even talked in the two years you’d been away. But then again, was that the reason why? You shook your head, this is not what you thought would happen when you became friends with these people. The Damon you knew then was extremely different, until the day you saved his life.

“Stefan this is a really bad idea. Your brother hates me.”

“Damon doesn’t hate you. He-”

“He literally said ‘I hate you’ to my face the last time I saw him. Which was when you had the bright idea to tell him I was a hunter.” 

You paced around your small apartment above the bookstore you worked at in the town square of Mystic Falls. Stefan was sitting on the couch while you paced in front of him, contemplating the best way to get you in on this plan, because he needed everyone.

“There’s a rogue pack of werewolves headed towards Mystic Falls, Y/N. It’d be suicide for a group of vampires to take them on alone and if they reach town it’ll be a bloodbath. We need you.”

You sighed. You knew he was right. “I had to pick this town to move to. You do know I moved here to stop hunting, right? ”

He smirked, “Picked the wrong town for that, Y/N/N.” Slinging his arm around your shoulders, you left your apartment and got into your car parked in the square. 

“Yeah I got that when your brother tried to eat me and I almost staked his ass,” you deadpanned as you drove toward the boarding house. 

“Hey, he wouldn’t have killed you. Probably.”

“You showed up just before I pulled the stake out of my jacket, so you’re lucky I didn’t kill him. I still don’t get why you were so calm about me being a hunter.”

“The fact you didn’t kill me on sight and let me talk to you. Most hunters wouldn’t have done that. I mean you still threatened to kill me but look at us now, six months later and the best of friends.”

You smiled, Stefan really was your best friend; something you had never stayed in one spot long enough to have. “Yeah, yeah. I’m still debating on whether or not to kill you since you guilted me into helping you and your brother.”

Stefan sighed, “If you really don’t want to help Y/N I’m not gonna make you. But something tells me that even if I would’ve left without you a few minutes ago, you would’ve shown up here sometime tonight. You’re a hunter, saving people is hardwired into your DNA.”

You glanced at him as you pulled into the drive of the Salvatore Boarding House. It was strange how well he was beginning to know you; at this rate he’d know more about you than your brothers who you’d lived with since you were 6. “Do you know how annoying it is when you’re right?”

He broke into a big smile, “I do and I enjoy it. Come on; let’s go find Damon. Alaric should be with him and the four of us together should be enough to take down this pack.” He explained as they walked to the front door. 

“I maintain my opinion that bringing me on was a bad idea Stefan. Damon may just use this as an opportunity to kill me.” 

You stepped inside the entryway of the boarding house and Stefan turned to look at you, “That’s not going to happen. We need you, Y/N. And I trust you to have all of our backs, just like we’ll have yours.”

“Speak for yourself.”

You both spun around to see Damon leaning on the doorway to the parlor. He gave you a smug smile and you turned to throw a bitchface to Stefan. His brother was going to kill you.

“Damon, stop. She’s here to help.”

Stefan followed his older brother’s retreating form into the parlor and you followed suit, finding Alaric in there as well. You had only met him a handful of times, but he was a former hunter and that instantly gave you two a sort of bond.

You smiled and sat next to him, “Hey Ric.”

“Hey Y/N. You get roped into this too?”

You laughed, “Always. You may have hunted mostly vamps in your day but I hunted everything, taking out my fair share of werewolves so apparently I’m needed. Stefan didn’t really give me a choice in the matter, he guilted me by appealing to my inner hunter morals. Rude.”

He laughed, “Sounds like Stefan.”

“Okay you two can we please discuss how exactly we are going to save our lovely town from the pack of dogs that are determined to roll through? Or Y/N did you come here solely to piss me off?” Damon half-joked as he plopped on the couch across from you and Ric, laying sideways with his feet on the armrest.

You rolled your eyes and stood, “Maybe both, asshole. But I digress; it’ll be fairly simple. Ric and I will have guns with silver bullets; you and Stefan can rip hearts out like I know you love doing so much. Everyone just needs to watch each others backs, wolves are smart.”

“That’s it? That’s your plan?”

“You got a better one? I’ve been a hunter for years Damon and the best thing you can do is know where they’re going to be and show up as prepared as possible.”

Damon huffed and rolled his eyes, especially when he saw Stefan and Alaric nodding along with your plan. 

“Seriously? You guys too?”

“She’s right, Damon. There’s no point in planning, only preparedness.” Alaric told him with a clap on the shoulder. “I’m gonna go back to my place and get a few things. Stefan, you wanna come?”

You looked at the youngest Salvatore wide eyed, pleading him not to leave you alone here with his brother. But by the look he was giving back, he wasn’t listening.

“Sure. You two behave while we’re gone; don’t kill each other. I’m pretty sure the maid’s sick of cleaning up blood.” He gave you both a sarcastic smirk and followed Alaric to the front door.

You scrambled on Stefan’s heels to stop him before he left, “Are you mental? You stay here, I’ll go with Ric.”

“No, I’m going with Ric and you and Damon are going to stay here and attempt to become civil with each other. We can’t fight together if we don’t trust each other.”

You shrunk under Stefan’s reprimand, “I’ve tried, Stefan. I don’t know what else to do.”

He hugged you and walked to the front door, “You’ll be fine. We’ll be back in a little while.” With a smile he walked through the front door and left you alone with Damon. 

You sighed and turned back to the parlor. You could do this; there was no reason that Damon should intimidate you. He’s just Stefan’s asshole brother, a vampire like any other you’ve encountered. 

As you walked in, you saw that Damon hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch. You took a deep breath and walked past him to the bar, pouring yourself a healthy serving bourbon and downing it before pouring another one and turning to face Damon. Fuck it.

“You know, I don’t get what your problem with me is. I’ve never actually done anything to you except exist in your presence.” You downed your drink and held up your hand when he went to speak, “Mm, and it can’t just be the fact that I’m a hunter, or used to be, whatever. Because so was Alaric and he’s your best friend. He trusts me, Stefan trusts me, so, Damon, what’s your issue?”

He smirked, “Don’t mistake the fact that we haven’t set you on fire in your sleep for trust.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, Damon. Don’t talk to me. Don’t trust me. I don’t care. But do trust that when we go to face those werewolves tonight that I will have everyone’s back, everyone’s. Including yours, even if you don’t have mine.” You slammed the bourbon tumbler down and stormed from the room.

Later that evening you and the three men were creeping through the woods of Mystic Falls searching for the rogue werewolves trespassing in your town. Stefan was at the front of the group, followed by Alaric, while you and Damon brought up the rear. 

You were a few miles out from the Lockwood Mansion when Stefan raised his hand to stop the groups advance, “Shh, listen.”  

You all stopped to listen for whatever it was Stefan had heard. You and Alaric didn’t hear anything, being human, but Damon’s vampire hearing picked up what Stefan’s had.

“They’re here, about a half mile east. They must sense the werewolf presence at the Lockwood’s.” 

“Let’s split up, flank them. Hopefully taking them from two sides will give us better odds. Stefan with me, Ric you and Damon come from the left and we’ll come from the right. Meet in the middle and kick some ass.” You said with a smirk. 

Cocking your gun, you and Stefan set off in the direction of the werewolf encampment. Damon and Alaric hung back, giving you both a few minutes to get around to the other side to get into position.

When everyone was in place flanking the encampment, you held steady. Counting seven wolves total, you were fairly confident in your group’s ability to take them down with little issue. You and Alaric were both seasoned hunters, and Damon and Stefan were both extremely fast, even for vampires. 

Looking to Stefan, he nodded. You then looked over to where Alaric and Damon were making eye contact with Ric who also nodded. It was showtime.

You were the first out of the shadows and the first to take down a wolf with a silver bullet straight to the heart, no issue. You heard another gunshot behind you followed by a thud. Turning, you saw Alaric already moving on to his next target. Stefan already had his hands in the chests of two wolves, and his brother was in an identical position to your left. This was going smoother than you had anticipated.

You had spoken too soon, of course, as an unknown eighth wolf came barreling out of the darkness towards Damon whose hands were still in the chests of the two other wolves. 

“DAMON!” you screeched and ran toward him.

The dark-haired vampire turned, dropping the two hearts to see the wolf running straight for him. Before he could even react, he felt himself be shoved out of the way and to the ground. When he looked up, ready to rip Stefan a new one for stealing his thunder, his eyed went wide and he, surprisingly, felt himself start to panic.  

Instead of Stefan he saw you on the ground grappling with the wolf that had tried to attack him. You were holding your own but this man was twice your size, and a werewolf. He was frozen as he came to the realization that you threw yourself in the line of fire to save him.

A scream cut through the night as the wolf’s claws sliced down your right arm. Damon was shaken from his inner dialogue at your pain and scrambled to his feet in an attempt to come help you.

Suddenly, both you and the wolf stopped moving. The three men standing in the woods didn’t dare to even breathe as they waited to see what would happen. After a few seconds, the wolf rolled from on top of you, landing on his back beside you with a knife handle protruding from his chest. Stefan, Alaric, and Damon all three let out a collective sigh.

You laid there panting, “You know, I really appreciate, my aunt Ellen, sewing that, knife sheath, into my boot.” You took a few seconds to attempt to calm your breathing, “Comes in handy more often than you’d think.” You looked up at the three men standing over you with a smirk.

Alaric reached out his hand and you grabbed it with your good one, hoisting yourself from the ground. “You’re crazy, you know that? You tackled a freaking wolf twice your size.”

You bent and plucked your knife from the wolf’s chest, “Won though didn’t I?”

“How’s your arm?” Stefan asked abruptly. 

You hadn’t really noticed it or him and Damon hanging back, but you looked down to see your right arm covered in blood thanks to the four claw marks down it. You ripped the bottom of your already ruined shirt and wrapped it the best you could.

“It’s fine. We should take care of these bodies and then get back. I’m gonna need to stitch these up.”

“Go, take Ric with you. Me and Damon can get it done quickly.” 

You nodded and linked your good arm with Ric’s. Now that you had acknowledged the wound on your arm and the adrenaline was wearing off, you were exhausted and hurt all over.

Ric helped you up to the room you typically stayed in at the boarding house when you got back. “Do you need any help?”

“There’s a duffle on the bed and inside there’s a black case, grab it. It’s my med kit.”

You walked into the bathroom while Ric fetched your kit. Peeling off the shirt you had on slowly and painfully, you stood in the bathroom in your bra cleaning the marks. When Ric came back, he handed you the bag.

“Thanks Ric, I got it from here.”

“Are you sure? You’re going to give yourself stitches?”

You let out a small laugh, “Ric I’ve been stitching up my Dad and my brothers since I was 6. When I finally started hunting, Dad was either too busy or drunk to care and Dean sucks at it so I did it on myself most of the time. I’ll be fine.” You both turned when you heard the front door slam downstairs. “Go see how they’re doing, make sure they got everything done okay.”

He smiled and squeezed your good shoulder, “Just holler if you need anything.”

You nodded and watched as Ric left the bathroom. Looking in the mirror you took a deep breath, grabbed the bottle of bourbon you nicked on the way upstairs, first took a healthy pull, and dumped it on your arm. 

You bit back the scream that threatened to spill out from the burn, replacing it with a stream of expletives that would make even Dean blush. How your hand was steady enough to thread the needle you’ll never know, but you did it and started on the first gash. 

This is why you had left hunting. You saved people and that was so important to you, but you couldn’t take the constant beating to your body anymore. Having to sew yourself back together at the end of the night just wasn’t worth it. 

You had finished the first claw mark and were about to start the second one when you looked up into the mirror and gasped. Damon was standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

You spun to face him, “Jesus Damon, you scared me. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to tell you that you could’ve used the rubbing alcohol that’s downstairs instead of jacking my bourbon.”

You spun back around, avoiding eye contact. “Sorry, habit. I don’t think I’ve ever used real rubbing alcohol to clean a wound before.”

He hopped up to sit on the counter, “Yeah, Ric came downstairs bitching about your medical choices. Did you really sew up your Dad when you were 6?”

You looked at him sheepishly before starting on the next gash, hissing when the needle first went through, “Yeah. Um, after Mom died John took me in. Sam didn’t know how to sew and Dean was old enough to hunt with him so that left it to me to fix them up if they came home hurt.”

Damon shook his head as he watched you stitch the claw marks, “Your Dad sounds like a grade A douche.”

You laughed, “John was, something else for sure. But he was my Dad and I mean, he didn’t have to take me when Mom died. He did though and taught me how to hunt. But everything else in my life I learned from Dean. He raised Sam and me.”

Moving onto the third claw mark was difficult, for some reason it was more tender than the others. You were afraid you wouldn’t be able to stitch it up yourself, but you were damn well gonna try. You pushed through and started but had to stop a few stitches in, tears streaming down your face. 

Damon hopped down from the counter, biting his wrist and holding it out to you, “Here. It’ll heal you and you won’t have to deal with this bullshit.”

You looked up at him with a confused expression. It was quiet for a few minutes, and you were silent long enough for the wound on Damon’s wrist to heal back up.

“Well? I’m not gonna sit around and bite my wrist for you all morning.”

You shook your head, “No, it’s fine.”

“Come on, you’re seriously going to put yourself through this? Just take a little drink and it’ll heal.”

You slammed the needle down and turned to him, “Why are you even offering? Two hours ago you threatened to set me on fire in my sleep. Now you’re having a heart to heart with me about my dad and offering to heal me? You should be getting a kick out of watching me suffer.” A tear slid down your face as you turned to finally start on the last gash.

As you sewed you felt him walk up behind you. Looking up into the mirror you locked eyes. There was something different about the way he was looking at you. Gone was the ice-cold stare of contempt and in its place was one of sorrow and regret.

“You saved my life tonight, Y/N. You literally threw yourself in the line of fire in order to protect me when I’m stronger than you. You could’ve died protecting someone who has done nothing but treat you badly. Why?”

You sighed, “It’s what I do, Damon. You may be a dick, but you don’t deserve to die. Plus I like Stefan, I’d hate to see him upset over your death.” You smirked at him and he returned it. “I told you earlier that I would have your back and that’s what I did. I wasn’t lying when I said you could trust me. Hunting is just something I do, it’s not who I am, at least not fully. Most other hunters don’t like me because I don’t kill on sight.”

“I was wrong about you. And I don’t say this very often to anyone, ever, but I’m sorry.” 

You finished the last stitch and cut it off before turning to him with a smile, “Thank you, Damon.”

He returned the smile and went to leave the bathroom when he turned on his heel, “I almost forgot, you bleed on a room you gotta keep it.”

You scrunched your forehead, “What?”

“Yeah you bled on the bathroom of this bedroom so it’s yours now. So if you wanna, you know, move in here instead of living in that apartment you can. This was totally Stefan’s idea by the way.”

You smirked, “Sure it was. I’d like that. I’ll start getting my stuff tomorrow.”

He nodded and went to leave when you stopped him, “Hey Damon?”

“Yeah?”

“Make sure to tell Stefan I said thank you.” You said with a grin. 

He smiled back and left the bedroom. You looked around the room you could call yours now; it was bigger than your entire apartment. So much had changed in the past few hours but you felt happy, happier than you’d felt in a really long time. Maybe ever. 

Life with the Salvatore brothers was never dull, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.  

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[BOOK REVIEW]: MELODY’S KEY by DALLAS CORYELL

- Synopsis -

“His eyes settled on her…piercing green embers of flame that revealed the ferocity of his pain and passion, yet still shrouded him under veils of ever deepening mystery that made every ounce of her ache to unravel him.” Tegan Lockwood’s dreams were dead, sacrificed on the noble altar of duty before they ever had a chance to live. Her entire existence was disappearing into the abyss of apathy as she labored her days away keeping her family’s struggling business alive. There would be no emotion, no color, no beauty in her life. That is, until a mysterious visitor begins to draw her out of the darkness of her past towards something that will challenge the boundaries of her world, and unlock the most deeply held secrets of her heart.

© Dallas Coryell

- PURCHASE LINK -

Amazon

- ABOUT THE AUTHOR -

Dallas Coryell is a musician and author residing deep in the untamed wilds of Michigan, USA, where he desperately attempts to assign meaning to his world through bouts of maniacal creative catharsis and pitifully doomed hopeless romantic fantasies. All of the songs written by the characters in this novel are real and can be viewed on the author’s fledgling YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/DallasCoryell1 Selfies and other assorted randomness can be found on the author’s Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dallascoryell

© Dallas Coryell

- NATHAN’S THOUGHTS -

FINAL RATING: 4/5

[The author sent me a copy of this book however this does not affect my opinion of it.]

“Nemo cras promittitur.” – Mason Keanne

I am a sucker for romance novel and after reading Melody’s Key it became an instant favorite. This isn’t just about romance though. It talks about different kinds of love and a lot of other elements which made it even more interesting to read – societal issues such as bullying, elitism, and gender equality.

The story started off meeting the protagonist, Tegan Lockwood. An aspirant young artist prisoned by a dark past who, as much as she wanted to pursue art degree in the prestigious Columbia University School for Arts in New York, has to set aside her dreams because of the inevitable foreclosure of their family estate. Then Mason Keane came, the infamous American pop star, seeking refuge from limelight and has to think everything through which led him to the small town of Lymington, Southern England and to the Lockwood Holiday, a holiday inn owned by Tegan’s family. Together, as the story progressed, they found solace and closure from both of their past which keeps on taunting them as they embarked on a bittersweet journey of love.

At first I thought this was an insta-love romance which I honestly expected myself to cringe any moment as I progressed but then I found out was not. Good thing it was not. Lol. Additionally, Melody’s Key gave me so much feels for a debut novel.  Coryell’s innate talent with words enthralled me. I liked how it was written, yes, although the author tends to be over descriptive sometimes which overwhelmed me with his words. Nonetheless, I have enjoyed how playful he was with words especially when he used it on those letters Jonathon sent. Ugh. I wasn’t expecting those poignant letters Violet received over the time they were parted from each other which had driven me a bit of obsessed over their heartbreaking love story. I wanted more of those. More. Of. Those. That alone could perhaps become a lovely romance story. That’s why I am begging you Dallas Coryell please do not deprive us of yet another great story. Haha

“I think people want to be touched and inspired by music. They want to connect to it, to let it speak what’s in their hearts with words they don’t have.”

Moreover, Melody’s Key reminded me a bit of Colleen Hoover’s Maybe Someday because of some alikeness of the two although they were a lot different in many ways.  Probably that’s because of how the music both binds the two main characters together and how both guys were able to write songs after a long time. Other than that, and the fact that I love all the characters from both books, there was nothing more. Erm, would I be biased if I say that I love how swoon-worthy Mason was? Those daytime workouts AF. Lol

What I also liked about Melody’s Key was that I was able to collect a lot of uplifting words of encouragement about life and I liked it when they point out how redemptive love can be in the end. Indeed that is a plus factor for me.

“The nature of life is change. Without the growth that change brings, things tend to wither and die.”

I think the only drawback for me was that there were some ‘supporting stories’ that needed a proper closure like with Simon, for example. The guy he was supposed to be with on the night of the bonfire was not revealed! Ugh. And, please Violet and Jonathon’s story. I won’t allow it to end just like that. I also needed a closure. Lol

Nevertheless, the story and the delivery were really good. I’ve had so much fun hanging out with this book. I cannot wait for more from Dallas Coryell in the future.

With that I will leave this review with my favorite quote from the book. Ciao!

Nathan

“Tomorrow is promised to no one.”

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i am crying over this right now

Lockwood & Co. 1.06

"Look, I saw you talking to Kipps earlier outside." "Oh." "Yeah. So?" "He offered me a job too. And asked me out for coffee." "Coffee?" "You know, like what normal people do. Hanging out."

Requested by @cuddlyreader :)